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The Helenian Wreathe by Tegeli CHAPTER 1 - BREATHE Nobody on the station gave me the benefit of doubt. That was understandable. Getting into my position would have been difficult without breaking the law. The skills of a botanist weren't needed on the station, and charity cases were abundant. I needed more time to sort out my situation, but as my air allowance neared its end, my options dwindled. I didn't have enough dignity to jump out of the airlock instead of walking into the brothel. The module didn't advertise its unsavoury business, but everyone knew what it was. The best girls on the station, though every one of them had likely been a man. Born women were rare in space, and any girl in the unhappy position of a brothel slave would have received ample help to return to more suitable habitats. The system-wide society pretended to uphold the ancient virtue of equality, yet spacer-women faced scorn for shirking their responsibility in the organic recovery of humanity. I wouldn't have minded being stranded for good, with hard rock and real gravity under my feet for the rest of my life. Space was horrible, but it had been the only place where a guy like me had been economically valuable. Now that wasn't true any more. My body was feeble from the years in microgravity. If the worst came to pass, I'd make convincing enough a girl with just makeup and clothes. Enough to get a customer. I only needed a little money, for the time it took me to beg for more to buy a ticket off-station. The procurer was as well-groomed as any wealthy spacer, but he had let an unsightly paunch fill his jumpsuit. His smile was too self-satisfied to keep his otherwise handsome face appealing. "Look, I need money," I said after the greetings. "I'd prefer, if you just gave it from the goodness of your heart, but I'm willing to work." He lifted his eyebrows. "What sort of work?" "Anything. I'll suck cock, if I have to. Just give me a loan to buy some air allowance with." "Sorry, I don't do finance." He showed a contract on his datapad. "Here's what I can do for you." The wording was long-winded, but the gist was more than obvious. "I'm not going to sell myself as a slave!" "Too bad. That's all I'll offer. Your type is not profitable to house in this establishment. There's men for men a plenty on this station." Foolish pride guided me out of the brothel, but my head, held high, slumped only a few steps outside. I walked to a secluded spot, where the sec-bots wouldn't pester me until my time ran out, and sat on the floor. Slavery was illegal; another virtue from the more reasonable past. When humanity had a true home of green and blue. But in practice, if you couldn't garner enough pity, nobody would care. As far as the law was concerned, the girls in the brothel were private entrepreneurs, who just had done some very unwise business decisions. Mine hadn't been any better, when I had bought the one-way ticket to the ramshackle orbit station. The air allowance tracker already gave a warning every fifteen minutes. Soon it was every five minutes. A sec-drone's whir echoed through the hallway. When the tracker reached an alarm once every minute, I jumped up and ran to the brothel. The procurer had the contract ready, and I signed it with only seconds to spare. The weight of what I had done crushed my shoulders. Becoming a slave was not at all what I had expected, when I left the dead-end job in the asteroid mine. "Take your time reading." The procurer grinned. "Now that you are breathing on my dime. Of course, you will have to pay it all back." According to the contract, he had the sole ownership my body and my time, although I was still 'free'. Funny, how according to the law, a person could exist separately from their physical form. And even though I couldn't earn anything on my own, all of my expenses would still have to be paid by me. Every breath I took sunk me into a deeper debt. "Oh, don't be apprehensive," the procurer said. "All the girls here learn to love their lot." The brothel had its own medical equipment, specialized for the procurer's needs. Due to how the contract had been worded, every procedure was mine to pay. I couldn't stifle my sobs any more, when the clamps secured me in place. "Do cheer up," the procurer said. "If this was truly abhorrent to you, only thing you'd be sucking from now on would be the void. You knew, what was coming." He waited me to respond, so I nodded. "Y-yes..." "Good. I have just the right thing to bolster your acceptance. And it works as a punishment, for wasting my time by running out on me." He typed into the control panel. "After your testes are gone, you will soon appreciate your place as a receiver. Don't worry about the lack of sexual interest. An implant will make sure your arousal level is perfectly adjustable. It's altogether wonderful: if you ever feel disinclined to obey my commands, merely turning up the heat enough will make you desperate enough to do anything just to get off." I wasn't given the benefit of unconsciousness. While the local anaesthetic kept the pain minimal, I couldn't stop myself from crying. The partial mutilation of my genitals meant I wouldn't be receiving the full alteration. Such tissue-crafting and its implantation was expensive, and I already had holes for servicing men. I'd be a mere infertile toy, an object to be used and then discarded. Nobody would have sex with me save for their own pleasure. Even if I got free, I'd never afford replacements and get the chance of having a family. After the lumps of flesh disappeared into the disposal chute, the machine continued on with the permanent removal of all my hair below my eyes. I pleaded the procurer to give me full anaesthesia, so I could escape the horror and discomfort, but he declined. My flesh was raw and my tears drained, by the time the depilation was over. "It's been fun playing with you, but I have other things to do." The procurer smiled with the mockery of benevolence. "You'll have your beauty sleep, while the machine inserts your new hormonal implants." CHAPTER 2 - DOLL I kept my eyes closed and pretended it was still a dream. But the ache in my crotch was hard to ignore. I sobbed as I sat up. The narrow cell was tiny and had barely any room in addition to the bed. The wall-screen was in mirror mode. My face was heavily made-up, and flowing hair stretched all the way to my shoulders. Only clothes I had was the skirt barely long enough to hide my groin, and an elastic tube top that covered my chest. They made me look more exposed than mere nudity, as if I was a barely dressed girl. I lifted my hands to my face to hide the tears from the surveillance. Amused smile split the procurer's face. As a greeting, he had made me kneel in front of him. "How are you, girl?" My attempt at a sneer turned into a desperate grimace. I couldn't have fought back, even if my situation hadn't been my own fault. "Nothing to say? Oh well. While you had your nap, I reserved the appointment for the rest of your upgrades at the medical centre. The extensive works will take a time to prepare. A week or so." Even a week would be only a moment in the fate I faced. "So, are you still willing to 'suck cock'?" "Please... I made a mistake." The procurer grinned. "You'll soon find out that's not true. You are a slut, in mind, soul and soon enough body." He showed me a long floppy sex toy. "Hungry? No? While you still pretend reluctance, you can also pretend to be relieved. I'm not sure of what to do with you, yet. I have enough experienced girls to serve the demand here, so I'm thinking about selling your debt. Good, yes? You'll be saved from a man's touch, for a while. But only if you obey me diligently. If you get uppity even a bit, I'll tie you up and offer your butt as a freebie to my regulars." He patted my head. "Are you going to be a good girl?" I chocked. "Yes..." The procurer threw the sex toy to my bed. "Good. Practice your mouth on that. But don't stuff it in your ass, no matter how tempting that seems. A lot of men prefer to break in their sluts by themselves." The toy had the vaguely salty taste of skin, and I gagged on it before I even got it properly into my mouth. Still, practising with it was the only way to prolong the start of my new 'career'. With tears flowing from my eyes, I kept forcing the sex toy into the back of my mouth. Getting it any deeper was impossible, but I only quit when moving my jaw became painful. The door opened into empty hallway, and an impersonal message on the screens commanded me to move out. I didn't dare to disobey. While the brothel occupied a large module, the corridors weren't wide enough for two people to walk abreast. I had lived in that way the better part of my life, yet now it was suffocatingly tight. I should have been on the surface, living in the roomy new underground habitats. The guidance of the screens stopped at the hatch of the fabricator. Inside was a pair of impractical high heeled shoes, of the type which presumably had been designed so that females were unable to run from sexual advances. In vids they made the women appear vulnerable and yet undeniably confident. Even without the prompt telling me to put the heels on, I wanted to try them. My first step with the heels faltered and I almost twisted my ankle. By taking support from the walls I managed to walk back to my cell. The experience had been oddly exciting, but the tear-ruined makeup in my reflection sunk my mood by reminding me of my circumstances. For the next days, the only forays outside my cell were short trips to the fabricator and meal hatches, or longer heel-walking exercises. Only person I talked to, other than the procurer, was a brothel girl hurrying to her own assignment. She was annoyed by my whiny questions, and told me to enjoy whatever I could, because otherwise life was pointless and I might as well jump out of the airlock. I continued to train to suppress my gag reflex, to some result. The wall- screen showed me other lessons, which really didn't teach anything useful but attempted to make me accept my lot. According to the tutoring, being a man's personal toy wasn't bad. A lot people had it worse. Technically I too had had it worse in the asteroid mine. A well-behaving girl wouldn't be in threat of dying from exposure to the void. She wouldn't get hurt in an industrial accident. At least one person would care about her well- being. She'd get presents and kisses and bodily attention. Despite lacking testicles, I was steadily aroused due to the implants. The dizzying need was exacerbated by the stream of pornography, which continuously filled the wall-screen. Weirdest material had been generated with a feminized version of my face on the girls. That version of me clearly enjoyed herself, especially when she was treated more as a lover than as a slut. At times, the vids showed what happened to bad girls. I forced myself to watch, like I was commanded to. Girls with behaviour problems were slapped, choked, electrocuted, put in an airlock during decompression. The chief lesson was easy to internalize: no matter how wilful, all the girls end up doing the same things, only the bad ones wouldn't get to enjoy it, either due to forced chastity or overly rough treatment. If I was too tired to complete my lessons with sufficient eagerness, the procurer had me strapped into full-sensory experience of those warning examples. After the first three times, I stopped being too tired to complete my lessons. The vids and virtual reality torture were simplistic manipulation, but it was all true. I had no value, beyond what my owner would give me. It was been useless to assume that I had any chance of freedom. Hopefully I would be bought by a man, who wanted a partner and not a slave. That would have been the best possible outcome for me. I took my lessons seriously, even if they were vapid, degrading or straight up pointless, as they often were. My body was a constant annoyance. Many of the outfits I wanted try didn't look good without curves or a cleavage. Subtle styles of makeup were lacklustre with my boyish face. The lessons that required verbal responses were awkward due to the manly tone of voice, which stripped all sexiness from what I said, no matter how hard I tried. Pleasuring myself only by touching my useless dick was unsatisfying, while the girls in the vids were crooning putty in their lovers' hands. I really wanted to push the sex toy in my butt to experience how it would feel, just so I could stop fantasying about it. Yet I obeyed my owner, like a good girl should. Whenever I managed to momentarily clear my mind, the needy thoughts were disturbing. Still, I had no real reason to abhor the inevitable. My butt would be fucked, regardless of how I felt about it. 'Learn to love it, girl', the lessons had advised. The two weeks went increasingly slowly. When the procurer finally appeared in my cell, I was anxious to move on, hopefully to a less claustrophobic life. "How have you been?" he asked. "Been busy learning your place?" The procurer must have seen the surveillance, but I still said: "Yes. I've been trying my best." "That you have. You deserve a reward. Put on your heels; we'll go to the medical centre right away." The people in the access hallways gave the procurer wide berth, though many of them had a thing or two to say about my appearance. I hoped their dreadful insults, which juxtaposed my masculine appearance and girly attire, would soon stop applying. The list of surgeries and treatments was extensive, not to mention expensive. It didn't matter, because I would be unable to ever pay the debt I already had. There was no medical technicians present, so the procurer himself explained the procedures I'd get. My stomach and intestines would receive a permanent version of the nanoworks that made waste disposal during EVA unnecessary. It would come at the cost of horrible cramps, if I ate solid food ever again. The hormonal systems would be made fully adjustable, with the default approximating a teenage girl. I'd get my voice changed, though result of that were unpredictable. The cosmetic reworks wouldn't end with my face: parts of my skeleton would be broken and reconfigured. I'd have wider hips and tighter ribcage, resulting in a noticeably narrower waist. Such drastic procedures would require weeks of recovery in a medical coma. A lot of idle breaths without any work done. Even the procurer admitted that by that point my debt would be a mere formality. I'd never be free. Still, the time wouldn't be wasted, as my tissue would be guided to grow in 'the right places'. The preference among the local clientele was big soft tits and ample firm butts, so those I would have. Adjustable tattoo-nano would cover my skin, though only my eyelids and lips would get changeable colours, as pigments were high maintenance. The procurer finished the inputs and turned to me. "Now, when you wake up, the first thing I want to hear from your new pretty lips, is 'Thank you for giving me the body I always wanted'. Fail to perform, and I'll have you thrown out in a spacesuit, just so you can helplessly appreciate the void for a few hours. Understood?" I nodded as my consciousness faded away. CHAPTER 3 - CLIENT The pain inside and outside made me want to keep my eyes closed. When I finally forced myself up, I took in my reflection of in the wall- screen. I was relieved that I could still recognize my face, even though it was attractively girly. Everything the procurer had promised had come to pass. My tits overflowed in my hands, and my voice was almost a squeal. Though the medical coma had stripped the little muscle I had previously, additional fat tissue made sure I wasn't emaciated, or even noticeably thin. Despite the softness, by torso narrowed into a distinct waist, until it widened into ample hips and fleshy thighs. Arousal flooded my member with blood. It filled to its modest length, but couldn't harden enough to rise. I grimaced, but stopped myself from whimpering. My owner would have a gauge for his girl's arousal. The procurer had been considerate enough to program the tattoo-nano to remind me of my position. Above my butt read 'Eager Slut'. My chest had the text 'Merchandise'. Gaudy patterns filled my legs and arms, and highlighted my breasts. My eyelids had dark purple hue with black lines that imitated eyeliner, and my lips had a vivid pink that bordered on looking natural. Such tattoos didn't fit the image I would have preferred to show, but at least they could be changed. Still the whorish spectacle in the reflection was thrilling. Perhaps it was the arousal that was blurring my mind. The procurer sure had turned that on. I tried to flick my penis, but the sensation, while still enjoyable, quickly turned out to be unsatisfying. A desperate moan escaped my lips. I clasped the bed and forced myself to concentrate. Such unfulfillable desires were better to be ignored. I lay down again and closed my eyes. I'd ride the wave of torrid fancies, and emerge with a more clear mind. My breathing only quickened. The procurer must have turned up the heat again. My hand was wrapped around my soft penis, before I could consciously acknowledge it. But I already knew playing with my mauled genitals wasn't enough. Unfortunately my finger nails had grown long and pretty. Pushing one of those into my butt would have been a dicey prospect. As the frustration built, my moans became a continuous whimper, and my eyes watery. I was a panting mess. That wasn't what I wanted to be. My head ached. The procurer had ruined me, turned me into a crazed slut, which would soon lose her mind into the sea of arousal. A slap to my temple didn't help. I hit myself harder. The pain did little to clear my mind. "Get a grip," I whined to myself. The door slid open. I was startled enough to fall of the bed. I curled into a bow and pushed my thighs together to hide my groin. The procurer smiled at me. "Did I interrupt something?" I opened my mouth to beg, but then I remembered the uncaring space. That was where I didn't want to go. I muttered: "Thank you... for giving me the body I always wanted." "Good, you remembered." He walked to tower over me. "Seems you were enjoying yourself." "No..." "Yes you were." He patted my head. "While you slept, I found another interesting upgrade to give you. Turns out orgasms are large parts a reflex. It didn't take much to turn yours off without affecting arousal." I gasped. "I can't come?" "You can, if your owner lets you." "Please..." The word turned into sobs. My body had been turned into a toy; filled with adjustments for tuning my performance to fit different preferences. I could be tortured without even a touch of pain. "Now, now. A pretty girl like you shouldn't be sad. In fact, you should be elated. A reputable client has shown interest in you." Excitement and a hint of hope surged through me. My new owner might be less cruel than the current one. "Wait on your knees, girl, as I go tell him you are ready." The client was a man with a sturdy frame and manly honest mien. He was older than me, but not by much. Life under low-quality lighting had left his complexion ashy pale, but he wasn't sickly. He frowned when he saw me, and I fancied he was worried about me as a person and not concerned about my quality as merchandise. "Is that ink permanent?" the client asked. "No, not at all. It can be changed with a little effort and even turned off. Without replenishment it will fade all together in a hundred weeks or so." "Good. I don't want her to look like she's for sale." The procurer grinned. "Best thing is, of course, that it can be easily burned to be permanent, after you select the patterns that please you." The client and the procurer talked about the price. My debt made it ludicrous, though my good performance during the training apparently added a premium. I smiled to myself. Perhaps I was a good girl. Those got love, not pain-conditioning and endless rape. The procurer lifted my chin. "Come one girl, stand up and show yourself to your potential buyer." I obeyed, and the client gave my body a thoughtful evaluation. "Do you like her?" the procurer asked. "She's gorgeous. I would have been hard pressed to notice anything awry, save for her groin, of course. Has she been used?" "By a man? No, she's as virginal as they come." "Can I try her? I need to make sure she is as amiable as she seems. I'll pay for it, of course." The procurer made a short bow. "Oh, you can use her mouth for free, if that pleases you." I forced myself to smile, when the client pushed me to kneel in front of him. He opened his jumpsuit to reveal a torso of firm muscle and a meaty dick rapidly hardening. I closed my eyes and breathed as slow and deep as possible. "Please, let me." I wrapped my hand around his penis and took its head in my mouth. I gagged as the dick pressed into the back of my mouth. I waited to calm my breath again and eased my head forward. When the rod filled my throat, I ignored the sensation of suffocating, like I had trained to. He pulled back. I barely managed to gasp for breath, before he thrust forward. I retched but managed to allow the intrusion. The next push invaded smoothly to the hilt. The client found a pace that allowed my ragged breathing to continue. Being used like that should have been horrible, but I found it thrilling how well I performed. All the practise had paid off. Even my gullet could be used for pleasure. My hand fumbled to my own member, and my slurping moans certainly weren't from terror. Warm liquid poured into my throat. He pulled the head of his dick back into my mouth, and I tasted his seed. Without thinking, I sucked and swallowed, like the vids had taught, eliciting an approving groan from him. The client's hands brushed my hair tenderly, so I lifted my eyes. He smiled at me and said: "I'll take her." CHAPTER 4 - THRALL Before we left the brothel, my new owner, who was called Sebast, had my tattoo-nano altered. Soon intricate pattern of vines and blossoms rose up my legs all the way to my neck, leaving only my breasts and belly untouched. Beautiful imagery on my smooth skin and pleasing curves made me seem like a work of art. My owner's hands roaming on me reinforced that impression of my value. The only clothes I got were a choker and my heels. It was a compliment that my new owner thought my body was worth showcasing, so I tried not to be upset. Sebast connected a cord to my choker, and guided me out of the brothel. My face was warm, as we walked out into the access corridor. Many of the passer-bys gave me lusty looks and bawdy jeers, but I was protected by the hold of my owner's arm. Most of the men clearly envied my owner, which meant I had worth. My owner's habitation module was surprisingly large. It had a separate rooms for leisure and eating, and a wide bed in its separate room. My owner had turned off the artificial heat inside me, so I was tolerably aroused. I had to show that I really appreciated the good treatment, so I rushed into Sebast and hugged him. "Thank you for buying me." "What?" His voice was alarmed. "Was the brothel that horrible?" He grabbed my arms and gave me a concerned look. "Did the owner hurt you?" He had. But that wouldn't good to talk about. "No, not at all." I smiled wide. "I'm just glad I'm yours and not his." Sebast's smile made me hope I wouldn't end up regretting my words. He sat on an armchair. I knelt in front of him, but he pulled me up to sit on his lap. He opened the entertainment feed and wrapped a strong arm around my naked body. I froze still. I had no idea how to react. He hadn't told me the rules, or broken in my butt. Even good girls shouldn't have been tenderly held on their first day on the job. He took his arm off me. "I'm not making you uncomfortable?" What a weird question. If he made me uncomfortable, I would merely have had to suffer it. "N-not at all." "Your body is just so tense." Sebast rubbed his temple. "Oh, I shouldn't have assumed..." He pushed be off his lap. I collapsed to my knees. I had messed it all up. I should have been more into his touch. The chance of making a good first impression was gone, forever. He would now sell me, probably to someone who wouldn't even pretend to treat me well. My sobs turned into a blubbering whine. I let Sebast lift me standing. He guided me to sit on a chair, probably to get me out of the way, while he searched for a buyer. "Put this on." I lifted my blurred eyes. He was offering a housecoat. Meekly, I obeyed. Apparently my body had lost its appeal with my ruined composure. I sat back down and hid my face in my hands. "What's wrong?" he asked. A lot was. But chiefly; I couldn't take a hint that I should show that I enjoyed my owner's touch. "I-I'm sorry." I looked in to his eyes, trying to find compassion in the intensely concerned expression. "Please don't sell me. I'll learn to be good." Sebast turned away. I wasn't worth even a mocking response. I hid my tearful eyes, until the table next to me clinked. He had placed a cup of steaming caf in front of me. "Here's some sweetener." Sebast placed a tiny cup next to the caf. "I didn't know, which way you'd like it." He sat on the other side of the table. It was prudent to take the offering, so I poured the sweetener into the caf and took a long sip. The taste was delightful. I hadn't had proper caf since I left home. "I'm sorry that I'm frightening you." I stared at him in silence. He continued: "I... I got excited from how willing you appeared. I didn't pause to consider that you'd feel coerced to obey me, but instead assumed we could skip straight to you being my lover. That was foolish, and I apologize. It's not an excuse, but there's very little womenfolk around here, and apparently I have forgotten my manners." The caf was good. I was too confused to think anything else. I drank the cup, while Sebast watched me, and built up my confidence. "You won't sell me?" I asked. He frowned. "Would you prefer a different owner?" I gasped. "No!" Being resold immediately would mark me as a bad girl. "I'll do whatever you want." His expression turned puzzled. "Are you really alright?" I fought to keep the grimace off my face. He thought I was defective, touched in the head. "No... But I'll try to be good." He stood up and walked to sit next to me. "Look. I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me. What would you say, if we backed up a bit. Went on a date?" "A date?" "Yes. Find a nice spot and talk for a while. I'd go have clothes you'd be comfortable wearing fabricated for you." Sebast soon returned with a box. Though it was completely unremarkable from the outside, it was a gift for me. I smiled as coyly as I could, went to the bedroom and closed the door. Inside was just what I had asked. For a spacer guy like I had been, with no prospects at finding anyone attracted to him, there was little reason to wear anything but smart-fabric jumpsuits. Those were boring. Even though it was impractical to the point of being irrational, I'd now get to wear things that made me look good. Instead of clothes that only did dull things like protecting me from accidental exposure to hazardous environments. Since I had been publicly showcased, I'd go the other way now, and signal that my body belonged to my owner alone. He'd appreciate the exclusivity, and so value me more. The stockings were delightfully wispy. Their upper bands were slightly too tight, so they bit into my flesh and accented how soft my thighs were. The panties were just to add another layer to take off. Sebast had been generous enough to have the dress made according to my specifications. Fabricating the whole thing from smart-fabric wasn't all that cheap. While it was difficult to put on, it clung to me perfectly. The skirt reached all the way to my ankles, and was tight enough to force my legs together. The shoulders extended seamlessly into elegant gloves. Only my neck and cleavage allowed a glimpse of the tattoos, which had been so prominently on display only moments previously. My owner didn't have a styling unit. I was fortunate that I had practised manual application of makeup and could turn my hair into a passable coiffure. Sebast had added a selection jewels with dark stones, so obviously I put those on. The necklace in particular was beautiful. I put on the new heeled shoes and took myself in from the mirror. Shiver went through me. Despite being almost completely covered, all my contours were visible. The smart-fabric pushed up my tits, so they projected forwards, but it didn't stop my hardened nipples being apparent. I was elegant, and yet, balancing on the heels and being constricted by the dress, I couldn't move much. My appearance signalled that I needed the protection of a man. Not just any male, but one who deserved to own a precious object like me. Sebast looked at me eyes wide open, after I had emerged from the bedroom. A giggle escape my smiling lips. "Do you like it?" "You are wonderful." He walked to me and presented his hand. "May I?" Those weird colourful insects fluttered in my belly, when I took his hand and walked out with him. The station had no real restaurants, but it had a few small themed places for eating and relaxation. We chose the dimly lit and abandoned one with furniture in an ancient slick style. Sebast got us meals, though I got only a drinkable one. I made sure to extend my lips across the straw and look him in the way, which he would remember from the brothel. He wasn't much a talker, and preferred to merely stare at me. I slid on the bench around the table, until I was pressed against him, placed my hand on his groin. "Not here!" he yelped. "Why not?" I had already been naked for everyone to see, and there was absolutely nobody in the establishment. Sebast placed his utensil on the plate. "We should get to know each other. Do you even like me?" "Yes, I guess." "You 'guess'?" "Sorry! I mean; of course I do." He frowned. "You aren't forced to like me." Easy for him to say. He wasn't owned by someone. Such insolent thoughts would lead to disobedience. A shiver went through me. Only bad girls disobeyed. Bad girls breathed in vacuum. I lowered my head. Better not to say anything. "You really are erratic." Sebast clasped my gloved hand. "Do you have some sort of control implant that keeps jerking you around?" His thumb rubbed my palm. "No." My kept gaze down. "Alright. Then I suspect you have been forced through conditioning. What do you fear?" I looked up into his eyes. There was no hint of mockery or cruelty in his worried expression. "That you'd sell me. That would mean I was bad... And my new owner would have to punish me." "Damn that bastard," Sebast muttered under his breath. "Listen. I won't sell you away. You are good. I like you." That was great. I reached to kiss him. He couldn't resist, and soon helped me to saddle his lap. His dick was a baton in his jumpsuit. He pushed me, so I pulled back. "Neither of us is entirely sure, what is going," he said. "I should explain,what I want from you." That would have made things easier for me, so I nodded. "I... It's lonely here on the station. Practically impossible to find women willing to have a relationship. Certainly nobody would come up from the surface to live in a tiny hab-module." He rubbed my shoulder blade. "I thought I'd buy a girl from the brothel, to pretend to be my lover. I'm sorry. I didn't really consider that you'd be a real person. I have no excuse." Being a lover was good for a girl. Lovers were good girls. "I'd love to pretend to be your lover." "What?" He seemed shocked. I cocked my head. "Isn't that what you want?" Sebast rubbed his face. "I give up. Yes. Pretend to be my lover, and I'll pretend to be yours." He held my hand on the way back. A few kisses convinced him to stop brooding and lit in him the animal passion, which didn't care about dubiousness of my consent. I pushed Sebast to the bed. He didn't ask uncomfortable questions, while I slowly undressed in front of him. Getting the dress of me in a graceful manner turned out to be difficult, but his erection didn't mind my fumbling. I crawled up on him, letting his dick brush my thigh. He must have turned up my inner heat, because that sensation send a moan out of me. "I'm yours. I'll never be anyone else's. I was cut, so I could never be anything but a plaything for a man's passi--" "Stop!" Sebast lifted me off of him. "Don't speak like that about yourself!" He gritted his teeth. "That damned creep. We all knew he was up to messed up stuff, but just ignored it because of the 'service' he provides. But I can't pretend this is fine. He screwed you up." Sebast thought I was dumb. Yet I very well knew I had been heavy-handedly manipulated with isolation, pain and fear. Everything I had been taught was true. Bad girls were punished. I pouted and placed my hand on his member. He brushed my hand away. "No, no. No sex." He brushed the moisture from my cheek. "Don't be alarmed. I like you. Your body is beautiful. You haven't done anything wrong. You are good. But we are not going to do anything like what we were about to. "And because you'd have another panic attack, if I left to sleep on the sofa, I'll stay here." He placed his hands around me and pulled me against his robust body. "Here's the new rules: good girls tell what makes them uncomfortable and they never lie." I sighed. "Alright." His embrace wasn't uncomfortable, so I stayed silent. Heavy movement next to me woke me up. Sebast had a waking erection, but he turned down my offer to relieve him of it. He was politely insistent. As if I was about to suffer hysterics, if I didn't get to suck his cock. He didn't understand it at all, but that didn't make me uncomfortable, so I didn't explain it. Just like most of the station, the hab-module was grimy. Sebast might only come there to sleep, but I would have to wait among the dust most of the day-cycle. I cleaned up as we'll as I could and afterwards relaxed by dressing up. I lay on the sofa and opened wall-screen to watch antique vids about trees, flowers and moss and other green things. They were so fanciful that it was hard to believe they had been real. The great emptiness above was dainty blue, covered in wisps of white. Not the ravenous dark eager to kill everything it touched. The sun was warm and large, not the cruel eye-burning spotlight in the endless distance. Nobody, not the humans nor the animals, had to fear that the air they breathed might be gone in a few hours of botched emergency response. Sebast returned sooner than I had expected. "Hey... You've been crying. What's wrong?" I dried my cheek. "Nothing. I've just been watching some vids. They make me teary-eyed." He sat next to me. "What sort of vids?" "Na... Nature documentaries." "Huh. Would you mind, if I watched them with you?" "No." He sat next to me. I moved against him, and he lowered his hand on my shoulders. One the screen, tiny insects danced through their role in a hypercomplex and immense system of life, which was gone forever. Sebast rubbed my shoulder. "You aren't a spacer at heart." "No. Space sucks." "What did you do... before?" I took a deep breath. Might as well let him pretend he cared. "I was educated as a botanist, but I worked as an algae-tank technician at an asteroid mine." I swallowed a sob. "Here on the surface, a wealthy woman was planning to build a garden. A proper one. I jumped on the chance. But when I got here, the planner had died. The new project leader downsized the plans and refused to employ me." "I'm sorry." Sebast stayed silent for a while. "This has been all a horrible mistake. I'm not sure if it's possible, but I'll help you get back to your old body." His voice was sincere. "That won't be necessary." A deep weariness drowned my fear. I had very few reasons left for not breathing in the vacuum. "I would have gotten similar procedures, but at my own pace. On the surface, with a decently paying job and a real garden to walk in. But that doesn't matter. That life was over, before it even started." He kissed my temple. "I love you. And I'm sorry for it. You wouldn't be here for my gratification without suffering. In a fair world, I would never have seen you blossom." I was taken a back, but only for a moment. We had agreed to pretend to be lovers, after all. I turned to press my mouth against his eager lips, and lowered my hand on his groin. He clasped my groping hand with his. "Not that. Unless I can be sure you want this, we'll remain chaste." "I sucked your cock already." "And that was a mistake. I saw beautiful vulnerable girl, and I couldn't control myself. Can you forgive me?" The request was bizarre. If he was sincere, he was asking me to excuse a coerced intercourse. But if he just wanted to feel better about himself, then it was the duty of a good girl to help him. Admitting that I had liked it would have been easier. He had insisted that shouldn't lie. I took a deep breath, and prepared to lose my good girl status forever. "I wouldn't have done it without fearing for my life. I like you, and if you had asked me as a free person... Sorry, I can't." He nodded, yet his eyes were bleary. "I understand. I'm thoroughly selfish for withholding the actual solution to this. But I fear you'd flutter away." I stared at him. "You mean... But where would I go?" "I'd have to buy you a ticket to the surface. Can't have that creep take advantage of you again." He was willing to waste a ludicrous sum, just to lose a girl, which he had claimed to love. Just so that I wouldn't be miserable. I squeezed his hand with all my remaining strength. "Please. Let me be free. But I'll stay. Just pay for my air, and I'll stay with you." The procedure for debt-forgiving was quick. Sebast bought me a ticket, in case I'd change my mind. But I knew I wouldn't. I had to have been a good girl for Sebast to reward me so. He insisted on not taking his own reward for his generosity and kindness and claimed I was still unwell. It was the opposite of truth, but I yielded to his unease. We sat back down to watch the vids. We shared a blanket, despite the station never being colder than uncomfortably warm. "What do you do for work?" I asked. He was wealthy, yet miserably stuck on an orbit station, which was odd. "I'm an atmospherics engineer for the Helenian Wreathe. Mainly, I've been supervising its filling with nitrogen-carbon dioxide mix for the last few cycles." "Oh. I'd like to live there." My gut wrenched. "Too bad it will be ages before it's finished." "The biggest hurdles are over. The superstructure is finished and spinning. We got water inside already, and the terraforming moss is turning regolith into soil and the air breathable." "Already? I'm so out of the loop. Back home, I worked as an assistant in a project for developing a moss like that. I wonder if it's the same one." "Might be." He looked at me consiprationally and lowered his voice. "Can you keep a secret?" "To whom would I divulge any?" "Good point. Anyhow... Part of the Wreathe is already habitable." My gasp revealed my desperate hopes. "It's been kept under wraps, so people wouldn't try to rush there, before the point-defence systems are ready. Of course, everyone will be allowed to come, but only after the habitat is ready to welcome them. The system AI has been cajoling me to move there. She's annoyed by lag in my inputs." He sighed. "I've been postponing the decision. To be frank, it would be a damn solitary assignment. But, if you... With your background in botany, and that moss in particular, it should be easy to get you a position in the project. Would you come live with me in a lonely house in an artificial desert?" "What? You think I'd prefer to stay here? I'd even go to the Wreathe, if I had to live in a tiny hut without ever meeting anyone else." He kissed me on the forehead. "Arranging our passage will take some weeks. You will have time to reconsider." As if I needed it. CHAPTER 5 - RING We continued to sleep in the same bed. Even though his arousal in my vicinity had a handy indicator, Sebast remained resolute that we should abstain from going further, at least for a while. Such behaviour had to mean deeper plans for me. Why else would he want me to live with him, potentially for cycles in relative isolation? Wondering about the possibility turned me giddy, but talking about it risked deep embarrassment. I could have interpreted him wrong. Maybe he had checked my background and vocation beforehand. Taking me to the Wreathe might have been merely about making amends. We had returned from a lovely date in the quiet of an abandoned establishment. Sebast had been characteristically reserved, yet had let his hands roam on my body during our kisses. I pushed against him, yet he moved my hand away from his crotch. "Don't you think I'm beyond my conditioning?" I crooned. "Or at least the part you object to?" He kissed my forehead. "I've been thinking, about our future. Is having to live with me in the Wreathe be merely a necessary inconvenience?" "Of course not. It will be a bonus." I squeezed his hand. "I love you." He took a small fabricator box from his pocket. "I thought you might enjoy a bit more formal relationship." He opened the box to reveal a narrow gold ring studded with green jewels. "Would you marry me?" A ring was the symbol of eternal status as a good girl. Of course, in reality it wasn't unbreakable, but that scarcely diminished my stunned elation. After I remained silent, staring at the ring, Sebast continued: "There was no rare materials for fabrication on the station, and I thought to keep the ring practical so you could always wear it." "Yes!" I managed to utter. I offered my hand, and Sebast placed the ring in my finger. I said: "It's beautiful." "Like you." I attempted to pout at the cheap compliment, but the expression turned into a wide smile. "How should we celebrate?" "My love..." I took my hand, sat on the sofa and pulled me on his lap. "I will love you as you want to be, but..." "Do I want to stay this way, you mean?" He nodded. "Of course not! But... But proper crafts are expensive. I planned to save my salary from the moss-assistant gig and get a--" Sebast placed a finger on my lips. "I want to start a family with you." I moved his hand away. "You do? I'd love that. But... Uterine crafts are so expensive." I frowned. "Too bad they aren't subsidized that much any more." In the cycles after the disaster, everyone willing was given full reproductive procedures, for free. But back then there hadn't been any proper economy either, and every human had had intrinsic value. "The system AI is restarting the full Human Survival Initiative, in order to fill the Wreathe. You can get the full works, for free, as long as you accept the 'breeding quota'." I pouted. "How many?" "Seven. There's no time limit, though. We could spread having them among several cycles." I rubbed my palm with my thumb. "That sounds... wonderful." I gave him a coy look. "Is that why you haven't been interested in my butt? Do you want an archaic wedding with... a reproductive first time? Like in those antique re-enactment vids..." Sebast pale cheeks showed the blush well. "It would be fitting start to a new life." "Virgin soil there..." I place my hand on my belly. "Virgin soil here." I bit my lip. "I guess I can wait a little longer." "Not too long." He kissed me. "The transport ship has a full surgical unit. If you decide to go through--" "I will!" "Alright. You would be ready to step out of the medical coma on the Wreathe." I wrapped my arms around myself. "I hope this isn't the part, where I wake up." He kissed me on my cheek. "That will come later." CHAPTER 6 - WREATHE The air moved. A leak. The sustainability of the space station would be ruined. I jumped up from the bed blanket and stopped. I wasn't in some crummy orbit station about to fall apart and kill us all. I was in a barrenly decorated but spacious bedroom. A window was open, and the wispy drapes danced in clear light. I walked to the bizarre opening and took a drape in my hand. A gasp escaped my mouth, and tears welled in my eyes. The field of emerald moss and amber soil extended into a lake of rippling onyx. In the far distance, the horizon curved upwards and disappeared into the hazy sky. I took a deep breath. The air didn't smell like dirty recycling unit. It was fresh, pleasantly cool and healthily moist. On me was a gown, just as wispy as the drapes. Dazedly I move my hand to my groin. My heart raced. I touched my skin and was startled by the expected yet strange sensation. "Are you awake?" Sebast called. I turned to watch him walk stairs up to the room. "Is this real? Did I already wake up?" I hurried to Sebast and took his hands to mine. "If this is a dream, then it's mine." Our kiss was the first one I bawled through. Almost everyone already on the Wreathe attended our wedding, so there was about a dozen guests outside our dainty house. The first formal mating ritual was a chance to start lasting traditions. The bride was barefoot, directly in contact with the fertile soil and soft moss. She was like cloud in the pristine white gown of several translucent layers, which at times revealed a glimpse of the soft flesh below. Her hair was decorated with fresh flowers, which she herself had grown. She couldn't stop smiling, and at points grinned like a delirious halfwit. The system AI announced our marriage contract. It was a brief address, yet her voice gave the occasion suitable solemnity. This time I didn't cry, when Sebast kissed me. After we had accepted all the congratulations, Sebast whispered to me: "Do you want to go get started with your quota?" My body wasn't small, but the arms were strong enough to carry me upstairs. The smell of my flowers was heady, as Sebast piled up the hems of my skirt. He took my grasping ringed hand and moved on top of me. His rigid member brushed my skin as he kissed me for the last time as I'd be a virgin. His girth pushed into me. I gasped and gritted my teeth. I had insisted on tight tissue for the sheath. I was pristine land for him conquer and cultivate. He was gentle, so the pain of him forcing me open was merely brief spice to my pleasure. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him against me. Sebast found a strong steady beat to his short thrusts. Though my climax had built over into a long moan, he continued. His slowed down. His movements were less controlled but forceful. His grasp crushed the bones of my hand. Warmth spread into me, and liquid churned with his manhood. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him. Our breathing was in the same deep rhythm. Sebast kissed me, pushed my legs off him and pulled out. His seed oozed after him, and I had to remind myself that I only needed a tiny portion of it, so it wasn't wasted outside me. My husband lay next to me and pulled me against him. I pressed my head against his chest, and let him brush the hair of his good girl. I had my tattoo-nano changed so its vines 'supported' my growing belly. The rapidly growing variant of bamboo had risen into a grove of my height. Soon it would be almost like a proper forest. A maze to get lost into. A place to smell scents that didn't warn about decay, human filth and grime. The sea of stalks was already inhabited by animals other than humans; the engineered insect species with its vivid wings fluttered about. Their phosphoresce was twinkling green stars at night. With diligent study and hands-on experience, I earned an promotion. It was an honour to become the first forester in ages. Yet it was a dim pleasure compared to being a wife and soon a mother. My children would be among the first, after generations, to walk in a real forest. They'd get to fish, collect flowers, run and play, without feeling the world was too small to accept them. They'd get to choose their own way, how to be good boys and girls. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Mostly just procrastinating from my other projects, like the sequel to my fantasy stories (it has gotten out of hand and I dread having to start editing that thing). You may notice the specific moment in the text, where I realized I didn't want to write the story I was writing. Sorry about the apparent swerve. Thanks for reading, and thanks for the comments to my earlier stories. All rights are waived on this text, CC0.