BDSM Planet

 

by Wayne Mitchell

 

SAMPLE CHAPTER

 

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Chapter One

Parade of Slaves

 

Doctor Elizabeth Duprey slowly opened her eyes and looked around her. As she rose shakily to her feet many questions filled her mind. Where was she? Why was she naked? Why was there an iron ring around her ankle and a steel collar around her throat? And most of all, why was she in an iron cage filled with dozens of naked women, some of whom seemed oddly different than herself?

Steadying herself against the iron bars at the front of the cell, she voiced the first of her questions. She intended to say, "Where am I?" but it came out, "?I ma erehW"

One of the other women in the cage put her hands on Elizabeth's shoulders and said, ".stnemom wef a sekat ti, xaleR "

"?tahw" Elizabeth said, shaking her head.

Several women began speaking at once. It was all gibberish until suddenly it wasn't. "I said, relax, it takes a few moments," the woman repeated.

"What takes a few moments?" Elizabeth replied.

"To get yourself turned around," one of the other women said.

Then the first woman smiled and said, "Welcome to anti-world."

"Where am I?" Elizabeth repeated. Her voice still sounded slightly odd, but at least the sounds were in the proper order. "I was walking back to the reactor area. I was just outside the main reactor building... and then I was here."

"That makes sense," the first woman continued. "You were apparently closest to whatever it was that happened, so you have been out the longest."

Dr Duprey now recognized the woman as Harriet Longstreet, an intern working with the project. She tried not to look at Harriet's body, but she had always secretly been envious of her body and wanted to see if everything was natural. It was except for the fact that Harriet had a completely naked cunt.

"What happened?" Elizabeth said, looking around the cell at the other naked women. It seemed that everyone had a naked cunt.

"My guess," Harriet said slowly, "is that our attempts to create an antimatter fusion reactor formed a wormhole of some sort, and that wormhole sucked everyone into a parallel universe. You are now on a weird anti-planet populated by brutal Masters and Mistresses who force naked slaves to entertain them in all sorts of erotic and painful ways."

"A BDSM planet?!" Elizabeth exclaimed in surprise.

"Exactly!" several of the women said in unison. "We have been transported to a BDSM planet."

"And we are really hoping that you have some idea how to get us back," Harriet said with a crooked smile.

Elizabeth returned an equally-crooked smile as she looked slowly around the cage. It was now obvious that although the women of this world all had oversized eyes, they otherwise looked basically human... at least they were about the same size and had two arms and two legs.

Elizabeth reddened slightly as she realized that she was checking out the alien women's breasts and slits to see if they were the same as Earth women. She raised her eyes, turned back to the group of Earth women standing in front of her and asked, "Are all the slaves women?"

"No," Harriet answered, "but all slaves are naked." She took a quick breath and added, "This is a cruel world. You've been out of it for over a week. We were afraid they would sell you or worse."

"Sell me?" the doctor gasped.

"Yeah," a dark-haired, heavy-set woman said. "That's the way things are here."

The woman seemed familiar to Elizabeth. She looked more closely and then exclaimed, "Dorothy?"

Dorothy, better known as Dot, was the receptionist at the main entrance to the huge building complex that housed Project Fusion. If she was here, then the entire facility must have been transported into this new world.

"Is it just us," Liz asked, "or did any of the equipment come with us?"

"No equipment as far as we can see," another woman said. "Just the clothes on our backs. But the locals stripped those off of us almost as soon as we arrived."

Elizabeth recognized the speaker as Doctor Tawana Morris, one of her fellow scientists. "So we are all slaves?" she said, looking around for more familiar faces.

"Not everyone," Tawana said with an angry huff. "Doctor Zolt is now one of the Masters."

"And his assistant, Doctor Juliet Wilson, is one of the Mistresses," Harriet added.

"But all the rest of us from the project, including the men, are naked slaves," Dot said angrily. "Some are worker slaves; some are pleasure slaves; some are display slaves; and the rest of us are here."

"What is here?" Elizabeth sputtered. "What are we? What kind of slaves are..."

A voice booming through speakers mounted in the cage interrupted her. "And now, Masters and Mistresses, Monsieurs and Doms, Sirs and Madams, for your pleasure and entertainment, we present The Parade of Slaves."

"Entertainment slaves," Tawana said bitterly.

A rough male voice called out, "Line it up," and bars on one side of the dank cell rattled and opened. Similar cells along both sides of a wide hallway also opened noisily. Soon a long line of naked women and men walking four abreast trudged slowly up a steep stone ramp toward a large, open, weathered, wooden door. At regular intervals tough-looking men in loose-fitting black clothing urged them on with long sticks that dug painfully into the slaves' naked skin.

One of them stopped Elizabeth and said roughly, "No need for the restraints now, honey buns." He laughed and added, "You ain't going anywhere anyway."

He slapped her strongly on the ass and said, "You'd better hurry up, sweet cheeks. Your cell group is almost starting their parade.

Elizabeth hurried up the ramp to catch up to the other women. As she stepped out into the sunlight, she blinked several times and then exclaimed, "It's the Coliseum!"

"Close, but no cigar," Harriet said wearily.

The structure looked almost exactly like the huge Coliseum that Elizabeth had once toured in Rome. A huge crowd, shaded by linen fabric supported over the large seating area on wooden poles, watched almost silently as the slaves walked out onto the sand.

All around the top of the structure that formed the Coliseum naked slaves were restrained in naked Xs. Their oiled bodies glistened in the sun. Looking quickly around with her scientific brain, she noted that there were four naked women between each naked man. She also noted that most of these slaves still had hair between their legs.

Another line of naked slaves was restrained at ground level around the outside wall of the arena itself. These slaves were all female. Some were apparently Earth women, but the majority had the large eyes of the aliens. Earther or alien, they all had full facial makeup; their crotches were clean-shaven; and their nipples and clits were rouged to be bright reddish-pink.

"These must be the display slaves," Elizabeth thought as she walked past them.

At regular intervals around the perimeter of the open arena area, guards stood on small pillar platforms built into the concrete walls. Eight naked women formed a line of Xs between each of the pillars.

The guards were wearing what looked like Roman army uniforms complete with plumed helmets, leather breastplates, and the short skirts that school children often giggled at when images were shown in their history classes. The uniforms were very accurate, but the short, armored kilts looked somehow wrong to Elizabeth. Then she realized that the armor plates were some sort of shiny plastic-like material. The short-barreled weapons that the guards held also seemed incongruous, but they somehow looked natural in the guards' hands- as if they used them regularly.

A short nightstick with metal prongs sticking out of its end hung from each guard's belt. One guard grabbed his nightstick and flicked it in a strong arc with his wrist. It immediately snapped out to almost six feet in length and sparks began snapping between the long prongs on its tip. He used that long stick to prod the marching slaves a little further from the wall... and him. Two of the display slaves screamed as he got a little careless with his electric wand and sparks jumped to their breasts. When the guard laughed, Elizabeth wondered if it was carelessness or intentional cruelty.

As they walked, Elizabeth asked the woman next to her, "What are we doing?"

The woman looked at her, grimaced, and narrowed her slightly-oversized eyes. Then she huffed dismissively and said, "Off-worlders."

"I'm sorry," Elizabeth responded, "I didn't ask to come here and I have no idea what is going on. Would you please explain for me?"

"You're not sado-tourists?" the woman replied, obviously surprised.

"No, we're not... whatever those are," Elizabeth answered. "There was an accident at our Fusion Energy research facility back on Earth. That's our planet. And we all somehow ended up here... wherever here is."

"I thought you were one of the off-worlders who come here to watch the games... or even participate in them," the large-eyed woman said. Then she continued in a more civil voice, "My name is Sharla. This is The Parade of Slaves. It determines who is going to be part of today's games. And it gives the populace a chance to show that they are better than we are."

That explanation didn't make things any clearer, but the rotten fruit, eggs, and garbage that soon began to cascade down on the slaves as they continued their walk around the outside of the arena made it clear. The non-slave population, or at least a large number of them, were sitting in the huge arena seating area and every one of them seemed to have brought something to throw at the slaves. Those who didn't have anything to throw- and those who did- also screamed and cursed at the slaves, calling out things like "Useless filthy pigs. You deserve what you get."

After only a few steps further Tawana Morris called out loudly and grabbed at her shoulder which now seemed to be glowing a bright green. It looked very strange against her black skin.

"That's how they mark you for the games," Sharla said almost angrily. "It hurts like hell but fades after a while. Green is for the races. White is combat. Red is mixed combat. Gold is pain display. And no markings mean you spend another day safely in the slave pens downstairs getting abused by the guards and slaveherders."

Two nearby women called out in pain. One had a glowing red circle on her stomach, the other had a white circle on her right asscheek. A naked man also screamed. His mark was red.

Elizabeth looked around trying to see where the markers were coming from. Several more slaves cried out in pain, but she still couldn't see the origin of the marks. Then one of the guards pointed his weapon directly at her. The barrel looked huge as a bright ball of light launched out directly at her. The pain was tremendous. It was as if she were suddenly stung by hundreds of small hornets. Then her breasts began glowing a golden color.

"Sorry," Sharla said, "that's the worst that you can get." She paused and then added, "I hope you survive it."

Almost immediately she cried out loudly and nearly fell to the ground. When she stood back up her back was glowing gold.

"What did I get?" she asked Elizabeth.

Elizabeth remained silent staring at her for a moment until Sharla said flatly, "Never mind. Your face tells me everything. I guess we get to ride the same cage."

Elizabeth remained silent and looked down at the sand beneath them.

"Don't worry," Sharla said. "We will survive. ... I always have."

 

END OF SAMPLE CHAPTER