On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slaver. 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 third chapter. I will be posting a new chapter about every week.

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Chapter Three – Training to Please a Man

Cycle 4378, Day 169

It has been over a month since my night with Master. I have seen him several times since then in the hallways here at the House of Burcroft, but I don’t know if he saw me. Perhaps I am insignificant to him. Besides, I am in training from the time that lucida wakes me in the morning until I stagger back to my bed long after darkness has fallen. I never realized there was so much to learn about being a personal sex slave.

The day after my night with Master, I was summoned to the quarters of Madame Loretta, the chief slave. She is a very imposing woman who stands almost as tall as Master. Her blue eye pearl and tattooed eye shadow proclaim her a permanent slave. But unlike other permanent slaves, she still has the hair on her head and between her legs. Both are bright orange. That, and something about her demeanor, proclaim her to be a very powerful woman.

As I approach, I see that her rope looks… different. It is properly braided and hangs down the center of her back, but the individual segments of the rope are also braided. The rope is a braid of braids. I quickly try to remember the rules for braiding a rope. They are very, very specific, but they say nothing about how the individual segments must be. Her rope is… wrong… but it is legal. Something makes me think that the braid is not the only thing about Madame Loretta which is wrong but legal.

Her eyes are deep blue– almost as blue as the slave pearl at the outside edge of them that proclaims her a permanent slave. Those slave blue eyes seemed to burn through me as she said, “I understand that you are almost a virgin.” Then she laughed. “But Karl says you have the heart of a slut deep within.” She laughed again and said, “We will bring that slut out in the open so that you can be a very happy slut slave.”

I gasped slightly, not because she said I was a natural slut, but because she had called Master by his first name. She must have understood my shock because she put her face right in front of mine and said softly and slowly, “Master Karl and I go way back. You will learn to please him properly because that will please me. If you do not please him, that will not please me.” She almost snarled as she said, “And you do not want to see me when I have been displeased.”

Then her face became almost scarily blank and her voice changed. I can’t really describe it, but it was as if there was a cold laughter in her voice as she said, “A new slave often makes many mistakes. Master Karl is very merciful. He will forgive your mistakes.” She then pulled back slightly and said very firmly, “I will not!”

“Yes Ma’am,” I sputtered in response.

“Close,” she said with a smile, “but when you speak to me it will always be, ‘Madame Loretta.’”

“Yes, Madame Loretta,” I said firmly. “I will remember that.”

She smiled at me and said, “We just might get along.” Then she pointed to a low, padded leather table and said, “Get up on the table so I can examine you.”

I had no idea what she wanted, but I automatically obeyed her command and lay on my back on the table.

“Raise your legs,” she said, and I did.

She stood between my legs and pushed her fingers into my cunt. I was surprised at how easily they went inside. She must have lubricated them while I was climbing onto the table.

“Squeeze my fingers,” she said firmly.

I tried, but was evidently not successful because she barked at me, “I said squeeze my fingers.”

“I’m sorry,” I almost sobbed, “that’s the best I can do.”

“Progo,” she said almost angrily.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I replied. I was truly sobbing now.

“Progo position,” she snapped.

I still didn’t know what she wanted and then an image of a Progo running across one of the fields outside the city flashed through my mind. I don’t know what planet the Progo was originally from, but it was brought here as a meat animal. It has very large hind legs and much smaller front legs. It spends most of its time bent over grazing on the grasses, but if startled, it can raise up on it rear legs and run in a strange bounding way. I rolled over and got on my knees and elbows.

I probably looked like a small Progo. I had never really thought about it before, but the Progo’s genitals are extremely exposed as they bend over to graze. That thought was erased from my mind as I felt Madame Loretta’s fingers probing my asshole.

“No tearing,” she said softly. She inserted two fingers and then spread them slightly.

“Very tight,” she said as I gasped. Then she added, “… too tight.”

She leaned slightly forward so she could look at my face and asked, “Did Master Karl use the Muntoo stick on you to loosen you up?”

The Muntoo is a very tall, very skinny tree that grows on the edges of the living areas where light does not penetrate except for a short time each day.

“He used a glass rod with a bunch of glass balls on it,” I answered and she laughed.

She held up a glass rod like Master had used on me and said, “This is a Muntoo stick.” She handed it to me and said firmly, “You will use it each morning on yourself before you report to me. Then you will insert a presentation plug to keep yourself ready at all times.”

I looked at her blankly and asked, “How do I…?”

“How do you what?” she replied sternly.

“How do I… use this on myself?” I finally said.

“You have a personal servant,” Madame Loretta said almost angrily. “You could have her fuck your ass with this each morning.” She paused and smiled before saying, “I think lucida would enjoy that.”

“I wouldn’t,” I replied quickly… perhaps too quickly. I tilted my head down so I was looking at the floor and said softly, “If it would prepare me properly for my Master, I would rather do it myself, Madame Loretta. Is that possible?”

She laughed and replied, “Everything is possible except fucking someone standing up in a hammock.” Then she laughed at her own joke. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to laugh so I just kept my eyes cast downward and remained silent.

“On the floor,” she said firmly and I rolled off the table to stand in front of her.

“Knees” she said, pointing down at the floor and I dropped to my knees.

“Bend your knees,” she ordered and I started lowering my rear end toward the floor.

I suddenly gasped.