On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave.

642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the chapter six. I will be posting a new chapter about every week.

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Chapter Six – Runaway Slave

Cycle 4378, Day 201

It has been almost three weeks since I was with my Master. I find myself almost hungering for him. It as if I need him inside me. I find myself getting wet when I remember our last night together. I was so hoping that he would send for me again, but the very next morning he left on urgent business… or at least that is what he told Mooreena, the house administrator, to tell everyone.

Mooreena isn’t a slave. She is one of Master’s employees. Madame Loretta said that Mooreena has been with Master for many years. She is not a young woman. Her hair is gray and there is a certain look to her face which indicates significant age. Her body, however, is very trim and almost youthful. I don’t know if that is from surgeries or some of the anti-aging medicines or perhaps just because she swims and works out in Master’s gym several hours each day.

According to Madame Loretta, Mooreena’s husband was killed in a mining accident. He had been a shift supervisor and was down in the mine investigating some problems when there was an explosion. For some reason, Master felt responsible and took care of her and her children. She had no skills, but he paid for her education and hired her when she had completed her schooling as a management administrator. When I asked Madame Loretta when that had happened, she just laughed and said, “Long before my time, shishi, and slaves should not ask so many questions.”

My training has been continuing. Madame Loretta says that a slave’s training is never finished and she keeps proving that by thinking up new things that I– or my body– must learn. This past week she has had me learning to “deep throat” a dildo without gagging or tightening up my throat. I don’t like it, but Madame Loretta said that some men enjoy it. I asked her if Master did and she just laughed. Then she said, “Tell me if you find out.”

The first time the machine forced the dildo all the way down my throat I threw up. I did the same thing the second and the third and even the fourth time, but then I learned to let it slide down my throat without gagging. After that, it was just a matter of learning to relax my muscles.