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...