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This story has been inspired from John Norman's Gor novels as well as
movies like Planet of the Apes.
Planet of the slaves
By Sheena Sands
Part I
My head felt like it had been crushed by Japanese sumo wrestler and
when I opened my eyes, the sunlight made my eyes hurt. As I gained
consciousness, I realised that I didn't know where I was. I was wearing
a torn spacesuit, my feet were bare and I was lying in a lush green
forest of some kind.
I sat up and concentrated hard, and slowly, things started coming back.
I was a passenger on the space shuttle Pioneer. We were on a mission to
probe the moon Titan of the planet Saturn, where traces of life had
been found by some earlier unmanned space probes.
Other than four crew members, the passengers aboard the shuttle
included me - a 26-year-old blond, good-looking male from California. I
was a scientist, an MIT graduate, who was involved in NASA's space
research programme and my focus was extra-terrestrial life. The only
other passenger was the beautiful Heather, also a scientist. She was
from Canada and I had a huge crush on her.
As the recent turn of events aboard the shuttle unfurled in my memory,
all I could recall was that the Pioneer was probably hit by something
during landing because all I felt was a sudden jerk and then I blacked
out, regaining consciousness only moments ago.
As I looked around, one thing was sure, I was on some alien planet
which supported some sort of life. There were beautiful and exotic
plants and trees everywhere, the type I had never seen before and the
fact that I was breathing obviously meant that the atmosphere held
oxygen. Or maybe, I was dead and in paradise? I laughed this thought
off and decided to start a search for the shuttle crew and Heather.
The next few hours were spent in fruitless search. I could find neither
any sign of the crew or the shuttle. After some time my hunger became
unbearable and I thought I would risk tasting some alien fruit. Another
search began, this time for food, and some hours of hard labour bore
fruit, literally. For, near a clearing I saw a beautiful and massive
tree from which hung hundreds of yellow-coloured fruit bearing a
striking resemblance to mangoes. However, as I stepped near the tree, a
net like thing suddenly enveloped me and I felt myself rising in the
air. Scared to death I let out a scream. I was trapped.
It was something like a hunter's net and I had obviously walked into a
trap. It was quite uncomfortable and I could not move any of my limbs.
However my hopes were raised from the fact that this could only be the
work of intelligent life. A million thoughts went through my head:
Maybe I would be rescued; what if they were cannibals; what of nobody
ever came and I was left like this. Just as I began to lose hope, she
arrived.
She was nothing like the ugly, green monsters they show on TV. In fact,
she was a goddess. Maybe I really was in paradise.
Please bear with me while I describe this thing of incredible beauty.
She was dressed in some kind of animal skin. A small leather strip just
about covered her bulging breasts and a thong-like loincloth, if I may
call it that, covered her privates. Yep, she looked as human as any of
us, the only difference being she looked like a gorgeous Victoria
Secret's model.
She came riding an animal... it looked like a cross between a horse and
a very short camel (lets call it Corsal). And this scantily-dressed
beauty carried a humongous sword in her left hand, while holding the
reigns in her right. She was tall, taller than my 5 foot 7 frame; she
was slim and had beautiful feet were encased in some kind of leather
moccasins. Her hair was lush, long and black and bounced when she rode
her animal. In fact, if anyone of you has read the comic Brenda Starr,
you can imagine what her hair was like. Another remarkable feature
seemed to be the use of cosmetics and make up. I was amazed by the fact
that a primitive looking woman actually had the know how to make and
apply the cosmetics. Her lips were orange while her nails were a dark
maroon shade. All in all, the woman looked like a cross between Brenda
Starr, Cindy Crawford and Wonder Woman. Yep, it was very close to
paradise.
As soon as she came into view, probably responding to my scream, we
both got a shock seeing each other and just stared open-mouthed. She
was the first to break the silence as she murmured something in a
language I could not comprehend. She repeated the question a couple of
times and while I couldn't make out what she was saying, there was no
doubting the authority in her voice. As my hands were trapped in the
net, gestures were useless and my English went over her head.
She seemed to be losing patience with me and was getting angry. Anyway,
after some agonising minutes she decided enough was enough and hacked
down the net, sending me tumbling on the ground. She laughed then, at
my attempts to balance myself, a full, throaty laugh, which showed
white even teeth.
Grabbing my opportunity, I immediately started a series of gestures
trying to explain who I was and where I had come from. She looked at me
with a smile, as if a clown was performing and then turned and went to
her animal. From the saddle she got some rope and came towards me. Not
sure what she was up to, I involuntarily took a few steps back.
However, she suddenly leapt and caught me in a vice-like grip and using
the rope tied my wrists together in front of me. I had tried to resist,
to struggle, but her strength was amazing. For a beautiful, thin
creature she was remarkably strong, probably three times as strong as
me, for I could do anything.
As I struggled with my bonds, she held one end of the rope leading to
my wrists so that I could not flee and with the other hand she started
to tear off the already torn remnants of my NASA uniform. Suddenly I
was standing naked, wrists bound, in front of a beautiful woman. I had
never felt so helpless and vulnerable before.
She then led me to her animal which she climbed and she tied the end of
the rope to the saddle. So I was going to be dragged behind that weird
animal naked and tied up... I just hoped she was not going to gallop.
She was however, not ready yet. Getting some stuff out of her bag on
the saddle, she came towards me and put some kind of metal strips on
both my ankles. Apparently they were not shackles but rather some kind
of anklets which jingled when I walked. In fact, my feet looked rather
pretty and feminine in these jewellery-like ornaments. She then
proceeded to gag me with a coarse cloth and our journey began.
Needless to say, it was quite a humiliating experience. Here I was
naked, bound and gagged, overpowered by just a girl (yes I was a male
chauvinist pig), forced to run after her Corsal with my feet making all
kinds of sounds from the anklets and my hard penis dangling up and
down. What had I stumbled into?
Part II
She led me for a few hours till we reached a river. In fact, it was the
presence of water on this planet which had prompted our mission. A
little further on, we came across a cave. Little did I know that this
was to become my home for the next year or two.
On reaching the cave, she tethered her animal to a tree and using the
rope leading from my wrists, tied it to an adjoining tree. All this
while, I was trying to find a way out of my predicament. There wasn't
much I could do, naked and bound that I was. And clearly, this goddess-
like alien was more powerful than me in terms of strength. I wondered
if she was a freak or were all aliens so strong here. I prayed that it
was a one-off case. The woman came to me in a while and placed a bowl
of water and another bowl of some kind of porridge in front of me and
taking off my gag, beckoned me to eat.
With my wrists tightly bound and no sign of a spoon, I guessed rightly
that that I had to eat like an animal. However, I was so famished and
thirsty that I immediately knelt down and started wolfing the food
while my captor looked on, almost lovingly. After eating to my heart's
content, she gagged me again, after which I fell into a deep sleep.
Maybe she mixed something in the food or maybe it was just exhaustion.
But when I woke up, it was evening and she standing over me and
observing me.
When she saw I was awake, she untied from the tree and led me to the
river behind the cave. Here she tied the rope to a slim rock and
grabbing me by the arm took me into the water. Here my beautiful captor
proceeded to bathe me. While it was embarrassing to be bathed naked by
a woman while you are helpless, my penis didn't show any signs of
embarrassment and at her touch and sprang erect. She looked at me
knowingly, even nodded. She then proceeded to put some ointment on me
in the river and I saw all my body hair was immediately washed away. I
felt even more naked and vulnerable. She then took me back and instead
of tying me to a tree, took me inside the cave.
It was a beautiful cave with various animal skins over the floor. She
had even made some racks and utensils with wood and placed them in the
cave. Here she tethered me to a wall and bought some kind of bright,
thick red liquid and a brush. She sat down beside me and surprisingly
began painting my nails. What was she doing I wondered and made some
noises of protest from my gagged mouth, but she just shushed me and an
hour later I had gleaming, bright red finger and toe nails. She then
used some similar ointment to redden my lips. The woman then bought out
a some animal skins. One skin was wrapped around my lower body like a
skirt and another, similar to hers was placed around my chest, covering
the nipples. I knew that between the two of us, I was definitely the
weaker sex, but I didn't know it would come to this. I was looking as
feminine and pretty as any of the girls I had crushes on.
Before I continue, some facts about me. While any other male might have
been horrified at my present state, I was quite excited. Back in earth,
I was a closet cross-dresser and this was just a heavenly experience
for me. I had never felt so effeminate before.
Dear readers, pardon the abrupt interruption, but I am going to move to
some months ahead now.
My past six months with Mistress Moonlight (yes that was her name) had
its moments. From what little she had taught me of her language, the
first thing I learnt was that I was her slave and had to address her as
mistress. I was on the planet Whor, where women were the stronger sex
and men were slaves. They were even kept and reared like wild animals
or just hunted and captured in jungles by slave-traders. My effeminate
attire was what all slaves here wore, as were the metal anklets on my
feet. Even the red nail polish was a symbol of slavery.
My mistress gradually trained me to be her effeminate slave. I soon
learned to cook and clean and take care of mistress's needs. I had to
kiss her feet in the morning and night and whenever she asked me to. I
was whipped when she wanted to punish me. She would chain me or tie to
a tree naked and use a leather whip on my butt till I was screaming for
mercy or begin crying.
The best part about being her slave was that she made me feel like a
woman. Vulnerable, weak and totally in her control.
She introduced me to sex the Whor way a few days after my capture. This
was how the ritual went: I was supposed to stand in front of her, undo
my leather skirt and then kneel down at her feet with my hands crossed
behind me. She would then take some rope and tie my wrists behind me.
She even had a small chain which she used to link the metal anklets,
which had been sealed on my ankles, providing barely five inches of
play between the ankles. After this, she put a crudely fashioned dildo
into my mouth, kept in place with leather straps. I now had to use my
mouth to make love. Apparently, Mistress loved my technique a lot and
this humiliating, and uncomfortable ritual was performed every night.
After her orgasm, she would ungag me and make me lick her clean of her
juices. She would then leave me on the floor with my wrists tied behind
and my ankles chained for the entire night.
And no, I was not allowed to touch myself or masturbate. This was only
allowed when a Whor woman wanted a child from a slave. That was the
only time we got any pleasure. Yes I had become her slave, or rather
her slave girl.
Copyright Sheena Sands
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