Chapter One
Smack! The slave
girl formerly called 'Adrienne' and now called 'Adri' shuddered and cried out
as my hand impacted on her ass.
"Please!" She half-turned toward me. "Please stop, Master!"
"Should I stop,
Dina?" I turned to the dark-haired slave
girl kneeling to one side. "Has she been
sufficiently punished?"
In truth, I
hadn't hurt Adri too badly. I had
learned that a simple spanking caused her more embarrassment than pain-but as a
former Justicar, that embarrassment hurt her almost as much as a full-scale
whipping would.
"Three more,
Master." Dina's eyes were hard, fixed on
the blonde Justicar's face. "I think
that would be fair."
Dina was first
girl in this house-my first slave and a native of the world called 'Home'. It was her job to enforce discipline on my
other slaves. Adri, still arrogant and
proud, had disobeyed her orders and tried to take over a task I'd given the
girls.
Now she was
being punished for that infraction.
SMACK! I brought my hand down on the sobbing Adri's
ass once more, than took a moment to stroke the red flesh, smiling as the slave
whimpered at my touch-a whimper not entirely of pain. I had tied the blonde's wrists tightly and
clipped them to a D-ring in the collar she wore, leaving her rear completely at
my mercy as she hung doubled over my lap.
She hadn't fought me-but she had wriggled and bucked with each
blow-and I knew she was soaking wet and ready for something aside from her
punishment.
She's becoming a
complete slave girl, I told myself. Always
ready for a man's touch.
I would, of course, make her wait for that
touch-although I would probably fuck Dina in front of her as an object lesson.
She wouldn't
enjoy that.
SMACK! I smiled as the girl quivered beneath me. It was good to be a Master on this planet. SMACK!
As I laid the final blow on her now-very red ass, the door chime went
off.
"Answer it,
Dina." I rubbed my hand across Adri's
butt, taking a moment to admire the soft curves that complemented her lovely
face. "Bring whoever it is in."
"Yes Master!" Dina rushed off to do what I said. She knew-as I did-that it would add to the
blonde girl's punishment. Adri's
humiliation would grow if others saw her as she was now-helpless across a
Master's lap.
"It's Major
Mason, Master." Dina led my friend and
Marine Commander into the room. "He has
a message."
"Justicar giving
you problems?" Matt said as he stepped
into the room, a broad smile across his face.
"Not really," I
pushed Adri onto the floor and gave her a quick order. "Position, slave."
She hurried to
obey, contorting and pushing herself until she was kneeling to one side of my
chair, her knees widely spaced, a very slight stiffening of her lips showing
the discomfort she was feeling as her heels dug into her sore ass cheeks.
"As you can see,
she's learning."
"Yes," Matt
smiled as the slave lowered her gaze. "I
can see that."
"You didn't come
here to discuss slave training at this time of night." I glanced at the chronometer mounted on the
far wall and raised an eyebrow-I hadn't realized just how late it was. "What's up?"
"Chairman wants
to see you right away." His grin
widened. "Maybe you should keep your
phone turned on."
I had turned the
phone off when I started Adri's punishment-I hated to be interrupted when in
the middle of that task. "I'll take that
under advisement." I stood and picked up
the phone in question, turning it on and slipping it into a pocket. "I assume you're here to escort me?"
"Something like
that." Mason grinned again. "Are you ready to go or do you have anything
else to do."
"One more
thing." I turned to Adri. "Slave, I want you to clean the
bathroom. Scrub it so I can see my face
reflected in the tile."
"Yes Master!"
"Dina," I turned
to the dark-haired slave kneeling to one side.
"Give her a brush and soaps."
"Do I untie her,
Master?"
"No." I shook my head. "She can hold the brush in her teeth," I
smiled. "And I expect you to make sure
that she does a very thorough job."
"Do I have
switch rights?" The use of the switch to
properly motivate slaves is often given to the first girl.
"Don't misuse
the authority."
"Never, Master!"
I looked at
Adri, saw the uneasiness in her face.
"I'll be back
later. I expect everything to be done
when I return."
"As Master
wishes."
I left the two
of them kneeling there as I accompanied Matt out of the house.
***
"Lake," the
Chairman smiled as I entered the big meeting room. "Sorry to disturb you."
"That's all
right, sir." I pulled up my usual chair
and sat down. "From Matt's expression, I
assume it's important."
"I guess you
could say that..." He glanced around the
table. Only Matt, Master Steele, and I
were there-the rest of the council hadn't been invited. "Independence
returned late this afternoon."
Independence had once been
the 'Susan B. Anthony', a ship we'd captured nearly a year earlier-a ship that
had been meant as a Trojan horse to prepare Home for an invasion by the
Matriarchs of Earth. We'd sent her on a
scouting mission to the Proxima Colony a month or so earlier.
"Any problems?" I had put Clarkson in command, with Williams,
a skilled mathematician, as his co-pilot.
"No," the
Chairman saw my look of concern.
"Clarkson did just fine-especially with the curveball that got thrown at
him."
"Curveball?" Master Steele leaned forward. "What might that have been."
"I'll show
you." The Chairman gestured to the
security man standing at the public entrance to the big room. "Ask them to bring it in."
A moment later,
Clarkson and Williams entered the room supporting a large metallic capsule between
them. At the Chairman's gesture, they
set it on the floor to one side of the long table, close enough that all of us
could see it clearly. I knew what it was
instantly-I had grown familiar with capsules of this type while working in Earth-Space
orbit-they were used to ferry supplies from a planetary surface to a ship or
space station in orbit. "What's
inside?" I asked the Chairman.
"Open it, gentlemen." He motioned to my two pilots. "Let everyone have a good look.
It only took a
second to undo the catches-both Clarkson and Williams had handled such things before. There was a slight hiss of air as the gaskets
parted, then the hatch was gone and all of us were staring at the unexpected
cargo-a lovely, almost naked, woman cradled in a makeshift acceleration couch.
She was
young-although it was hard to be sure how young now that most humans were
genetically altered. I thought she might
be in her early twenties although that would be a guess.
She had bright
red hair cut rather short, the greenest eyes I'd seen in some time, and the
face of an angel-marred only by the ball gag that filled her mouth.
"Clarkson, did you
bind her?" Master Steele was studying
the leather cuffs that bound her wrists and ankles. "If so, I'll be wanting to speak to you after
the meeting."
I knew what the
old Slave Master meant. The girl's
wrists were bound in front of her with enough space between them to allow her,
if she wanted, to remove both the gag and the cuffs on her ankles. It was a sloppy job made worse by the fact
that the girl wasn't even stripped! She
was wearing a lightweight bra and brief panties.
"Clarkson didn't
bind her-and this is no slave." I raised
an eyebrow. "Look at her eyes-she's
staring at us, meeting our gaze..."
"You're right,"
the Chairman chuckled. "She is not-as
yet-a slave."
The girl reacted
to that, eyes moving to the Chairman who smiled down at her. "She soon will be, however." He patted her on the head. "All women on this planet are slaves."
An odd look came
over her and she allowed her head to drop, not willing to meet our eyes
anymore.
"Where did she
come from?" Steele's eyes moved to the
Chairman.
"The leaders of
Proxima sent her up to Independence
with instructions that she be brought back here to speak to me-and they gagged
her to make sure that she wouldn't open her mouth until she got that
opportunity."
"We're sure
there're no bomb in the capsule?" I
leaned forward, looking over the tiny vessel's interior. "The techs checked
carefully?"
"It's all clear,
sir." Clarkson answered me
directly. "We went over it with a fine-tooth
comb-there's nothing aside from the couch and the girl."
"Thank you,
gentlemen," the Chairman gestured for the two pilots to leave. "That will be all for now." He waited for the door to close behind the two,
then nodded to Stoddard. "Take her out
and kneel her in front of us."
The big man
nodded, picked the girl up as if she were weightless and set her down in front
of the Chairman.
She did not
scurry to her knees, rather just sat as she had been placed, eyes fixed on the
floor.
"Clearly not a
slave." Steele smiled. "Yet."
"We cannot let
her sit in front of Masters like this," I saw a flicker of movement as she
started to look up at me before changing her mind. "Bring in some of your own slaves, sir." I smiled.
"Let them teach her what is required."
"Good idea,
Lake." The Chairman made a motion with
his hands and almost instantly, his twin blondes appeared, hurrying into the
room from some alcove where they had been watching. They stopped in front of their master,
immediately dropping to their knees.
"See how these
slaves kneel, girl!" I bent toward
her. "I suggest you do the same before
one of us gets a switch."
The newcomer
looked at the two blondes, eyes suddenly very wide, then, carefully, she pushed
herself into a kneeling position as much like the others as she could manage.
"Knees apart."
This time she
did turn toward me, surprised and a little shocked at the order.
"Look at
them." I held her eyes with a stern
glare. "Learn from them."
She failed to
hold my gaze, her eyes dropping and turning toward the kneeling twins. A moment later I could see her face and
shoulders redden as she blushed at what she saw-but she knew what she had to
do. She bit into the gag she still wore
and pushed her knees apart-not as far as she should have, but enough for a
start.
"I think that's
the best we can hope for at the moment."
The girl's head jerked toward me again, eyes frightened.
"Let's hear what
she has to say." The Chairman motioned
to Stoddard. "Remove the gag."
It didn't take
long to do so. The ball was smaller than
it should have been and rolled easily from the girl's mouth. She did her best to swallow the drool that
followed the gag, making a frustrated sound as some dripped down onto her
half-covered breasts.
"Give her a
drink."
Stoddard poured
some water into a slave dish and held it in front of the girl's mouth. She glared at him for a second, then lapped
it up with a delicate tongue.
"Enough," the Chairman
waved Stoddard away. "Now girl, who are
you and what do you want?"
"My..." she licked
her lips. "My name is Diana
Constantinus." She ran her eyes over our
faces. "And I am..." She hesitated, licked her lips again. "I am a gift from the people of Proxima
Colony."
"Constantinus,"
I looked at her face closely. "Are you
related to Helena Constantinus?"
"My sister."
"Interesting." Helana Constantinus was the Governor-General
of the Proxima Colony-- Lady and Mistress of all she surveyed there.
"I am to offer
you the submission of my people," she bowed at the waist-I could see that she
had another, more graceful, gesture planned-but that it had been ruined by her
bonds and the necessity of doing it on her knees. "We are short on the medicine and supplies
that we need to maintain our civilization," she looked up, her eyes running
across those at the table. "Your
blockade, if continued, will destroy us, and so it has been decided that we
should submit to you rather than face extermination."
"Submit?" The Chairman looked at her. "In what way."
The girl bowed
her head again. "In every way."
"Your women will
become slaves? Playthings for the men of
our world?"
The girl colored
again, the blush covering her upper body.
"Yes." She nodded slowly. "There is nothing else we can do."
"How did they
pick you, girl?" I was honestly
curious. "You must have known what would
happen to you."
"We had a
competition." She looked at me, her eyes
suddenly curious. "I was the winner."
"I see." I ran over what I knew of the Constantinus
family. "You're a dancer, I believe."
Her eyebrow rose
in surprise-then she nodded slowly. "I
am a dancer."
"I am a dancer, Master,"
I corrected her, looking deep into her eyes.
"Any man you meet is your Master-and you will address them as such-or
suffer a punishment for failing to do so."
I saw her
shiver, saw goose bumps form on her arms and shoulders, then: "Yes, Master."
"Do we believe
her?" That from Master Steele.
I watched as she
started to form an angry retort-than thought better of it. Smart
girl! I turned toward Steele and the
Chairman. "I think she's telling the
truth." I saw something akin to
gratitude in her eyes. "As far as she
knows it."
"So, what do we
do?" Matt looked around the table.
"First, I think
we send this one to the slave pens-we don't really want to talk too much in
front of her." I turned to the Chairman
for approval. "We can always bring her
back for questions."
"Of
course." He started to gesture toward
Stoddard.
"Wait," Master
Steele held up a hand. "She is not yet
ready for the slave pens." He turned to
regard the girl. "She must be stripped
and properly bound." He turned toward
the Chairman. "I assume you have a set
of binders and a proper gag handy?"
"Need you
ask?" The Chairman turned to the two
kneeling slave girls. "Get binders and a
gag," he glanced toward the girl. "Four inches?"
"Five would be
better." Master Steele nodded
slowly.
"Go." One of the matched blondes immediately came
to her feet and fled the room. She
returned moments later with the requested items.
"Will you do the
honors, Lake?" The Chairman pointed the
blonde toward me.
"Certainly,
sir." I stood and moved in front of the
kneeling girl. Holding her eyes, I
reached down and, in one motion, ripped the decorative top she had been wearing
from her. I let it flutter to the floor
as I bent down and grabbed the edge of her panties. "Don't move."
Again, I tore the lightweight material away from her now-shivering
flesh, noting the carefully-trimmed red hair that surrounded her cunt.
I smiled and
moved behind her. "I'm going to release
your wrists," I told her. "When I do so,
move them immediately to a point behind your back." I undid the catch on the binders she was
wearing and allowed them to drop onto the floor. "Now."
I took the new binders from the blonde slave and was pleased to see the
girl do exactly as I had told her.
"Good," I locked
the new binders in place, fixing her hands behind her back. "Now kneel upright-as straight as you
can."
She did so and
did not move as I replaced the ankle straps with a proper pair of binders
complete with a twelve-inch hobble chain.
"Excellent," I
patted her on the head like a clever child, "now, open your mouth as wide as it
will go."
Even more
nervous now, she did as she was told. I
held the ball gag between her teeth.
"Wider-I don't want to break those pretty teeth."
She tried to
comply, and, as she did so, I pressed hard on the gag until it popped-with a
quite audible sound-into place.
"You've done
very well," I told her as I buckled the gag's strap behind her head. "You may make an attractive slave yet." I smiled as she blushed again. "Of course," I motioned to Stoddard, "you're
going to need some training..."
I moved away as
the bodyguard took charge of the girl.
"Take her to the Ministry, tell Gerald (my assistant was on duty
tonight), to put her in a holding kennel until I get there in the morning," I
turned to Master Steele. "Unless you
want to do the honors, sir."
"No, Lake," the
older man smiled. "She's all yours."
"Take her now,"
I nodded toward the door. "She'll need
all the rest she can get."
I saw the girl's
eyes widen-and then she was gone, led across the room by Stoddard's iron grip
on her upper arm. I'd see her
tomorrow-and teach her what a slave really was.
"Now, as to what
we're going to do next..." I turned to the
Chairman who had a big smile on his face...