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This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author.
Having Bob for dinner
Joshua was working in the farming fields when he received the summons to report to the Master immediately. Also, the Messenger added that Joshua was strictly forbidden to touch himself. Joshua hurried out of the fields and to a small village nearby. As he passed the buildings, most were crude wooden huts with grass-thatched roofs, some outhouses; it wasn't until he was almost to the Masters's Palace that he saw a modern building that had electricity and indoor plumbing. These were the homes of the elites; lowly slaves like himself lived in the huts. Two to three adults and several children lived within each of them. He walked along, completely nude, with only sandals, a thin silver collar around his neck, and a damao hat to give him some protection from the sun. This was the standard attire for all slaves or lack thereof.
As he rushed along, he passed another slave, a woman, completely nude, of course, but what caught his attention was that her silver collar was slowly flashing; he had never seen a collar do that before. He knew her name escaped him at the moment, he pushed the thought out of his head. He had someplace to be Now!
When he reached the palace gates, the Master's bodyguard, Rockwell, waved him inside. Rockwell was also nude, but instead of a silver collar, he wore a gold collar; he was an Elite. The Elites have special rights and privileges bestowed upon them by the Master. Rockwell carried a whip or flog, less to do with keeping the slave in line. The collar was more than enough to accomplish that goal but to inflict pain for his sick pleasure.
"The Master is in his bed chambers. Your wife is already inside." Rockwell said with a grin
As Joshua approached the Master's bed chamber, he could hear his Wife Mary, cries of pleasure, and the slapping of bodies. Despite himself, he felt himself beginning to get hard at the thought of the scene that he was about to see. As he entered the chamber, it was as he expected; it was a round room with a round bed on a raised platform in the center. Several nude female slaves stood with their backs against the walls of the room with submissive, downcast eyes. In the center was the Master nude with a black collar around his neck, on top of his Wife, banging away for his pleasure. Mary was crying out in pleasure.
She yelled, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Master!" As she orgasmed again, only God knows how many times she orgasmed today.
Joshua took his place against the wall. Instead of downcast eyes, he had to watch the Master defile his beautiful Wife. This is how it always was when the Master wanted to relay orders to the slaves. Joshua was the most senior pastor left from the original congregation, and the other slaves looked to him for guidance for the hardships they had to endure. He had no control over their situation; the Master had complete control over them. Joshua tried to give what was left of the congregation hope when there was none. When the Master finished cumming inside Mary, he would order Joshua to suck his dick clean of his cum and Mary's pussy juices as he dictated what new instructions he was to relay to the other slaves. Usually, he would be allowed to pleasure himself while watching the sex scene in front of him, openly masturbating, shooting his load on the floor. It was the only sex he was allowed; all male slaves were strictly forbidden from touching any woman, even their wives. They had to satisfy themselves by masturbating, standing across the room, only allowed to look but not touch. But for some reason, his Master strictly forbade him that relief for him today; he did not doubt that whatever it was the Master had planned, Joshua wouldn't like it.
Johusa's mind began to drift, recalling how he, his wife, and fellow church members were reduced to lowly slaves. Joshua was a member of a religious group of about 22,000 members. They worshipped God in a purer form than other religions, and they were pacificists. They believed humans had become corrupted by the devil, and only by isolating themselves from these unholy influences could they truthy worship God as he should be.
To accomplish that goal, they wanted to immigrate from Earth to a distant planet, on the edge of the galactic spiral arm of the Milky Way Galaxy, but they lacked the funds to do so. Most colonists that emigrated to other worlds stayed within 100 light-years of Earth, and travel times were only a few years, being in suspended animation to keep them from aging during the trip. However, the leader of their Church insisted they needed to travel farther, a lot farther, to the very frontier of known human space. The location of the colony would ensure it was isolated from the rest of humanity; human civilization was expanding up and down the spiral arm of the galaxy. There were few stars on the edge of the galactic arm; this would ensure no interference from outside human influence for thousands of years. Doing so would isolate them from the evil and perversions on Earth and the colony worlds close to Earth. Their leader reasoned that in enough time, they could lay claim to the entire planet, making it a beacon of pure religious freedom. Such a trip would be expensive, a lot more expensive, since it would require the renting of a space freighter, not for just years, but decades. While the Church raised enough money to travel to a nearby colony, it was not near enough to cover the cost of travel so far. They attempted to raise more money as well as plead their case to the news media, trying to come up with the funds required, but all seemed lost.
Then, a wealthy savior stepped forward and made an offer: He would be appointed the unquestioned ruler of the new colony and pay for the costs of transporting 10,000 colonists to a new world. This is a one-in-two chance each member has to get to go, but they all have to sign a contract. The church leaders took this as a sign from God and quickly agreed.
The contract was hundreds of pages long; few read it, and no one understood it. The church leaders encourage members to sign. The logic was that once far from the Earth and on the new colony, they could overthrow this dictator later. After all, members signed, each was told to wear a silver collar around their neck; the wealthy benefactor was wearing a black collar. No one in the church ever heard of a control collar and had any idea what it did, but they learned too late. The collar inflicted unimaginable pain on anyone who questioned any orders given. They were told not to try to remove the collars, not to harm themselves or their Master as he now demanded they call him and obey orders given. Most church members' wills were broken within a day; the most stubborn of church members lasted only a few days before they were broken. Once in complete control of his subjects, Master selected 390 of the most attractive women from the congregation and 100 handsome men, along with nine other people he selected; these people would form the new colony of 500. The other 21,500 or so members were sold to brothels, into prostitution, and as dispensable slaves for dangerous work; it was cheaper to have a human do it than a robot. The trip took decades, and everyone was in suspended animation for the journey, so they didn't age.
When they woke, they discovered they had been given new tattoos and body piercings when they were unconscious. All their body hair was removed, including head hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes. All of the tongues and breast nipples of the men and women were pierced with silver metal. The women also had their belly buttons, and pussy pieced as well. Both man and woman had Tramp Stamps that looked pretty much the same design, but they had other tattoos, too. Many women had tattoos that said 'Slut' above their pussy or 'sex slave.' 'Use' on one breast and 'Me' on the other. Some Men had 'Sissy Boy' tattooed on their crotches.
Once they were dropped off on the new world with their new built-a-colony kit, the space freighter returned to Earth. The first building constructed was the Master's palace, and while robots could have completed the construction in a fraction of the time, the Master forced his new Slaves to build it brick by back-breaking brick. After that, a power plant, medical facility, and a few other support structures were completed. While the colony package included starter houses with full plumbing and electrical for every one of the original colonists, only a few of them were built, mainly for the Master elites they called themselves. They had gold collars and enjoyed more rights than the other Slaves had. Most people lived in small wooden huts with grass roofs and an outhouse behind them. A few had tiled floors, some stone, but many others were just dirt floors.
Few of the church members had the same mate before the Master took control; most were just assigned, roommates. Joshua fortunately still had his Wife, the False Prophet, as the Master liked to call him, who was just a junior pastor for the church but still was the highest-ranking member of the original church. Joshua and his young wife lived alone, just until the birth of her first and then second child. He has no idea who the father was, either the Master or an Elite, but it certainly was not him. He was not allowed to touch his wife, not for the last six years, since they stepped foot on this cursed world.
While limited slavery was legal on Earth and in the colonies, it was strictly controlled; slave contracts were at the most five years long, and a Department of Human Welfare was responsible for ensuring that slaves or indentured servants the politically correct way of calling it were treated fairly. Unfortunately locating the colony someplace far from other human civilizations also ensured that no one would be coming to save them. Joshua consoled the members of the congregation that their evil master would not live forever; when he died, they could regain their freedom. Joshua's hopes were recently crushed by recent development, he learned: the Master had a regeneration chamber that allowed anyone to use it to reverse the effects of aging, potentially allowing them to live hundreds if not thousands of years. And worse, the Master brought an entire shipping container of thousands of extra control collars with him from Earth. Not only would his children be enslaved when they turned 18, but dozens of generations afterward would be as well. This fact, cruelly related to Joshua by his Master, made Joshua give up the shred of hope he had left; he could not bear to inform his fellow slaves of the hopelessness of their situation.
Pain from Joshusa's dick pulled him out of his thoughts and into the current moment; his dick hurt; he had a raging hard-on and no way to address the issue. He needed to cum and get relief severely. His Wife was now on top of the Master, riding him cowgirl style, in pure bliss and having the time of her life. When the master first started raping the women in the colony, they attempted to resist, but the control collars quickly crushed any attempts at rebellion. The collars did something to the minds of the women as the Master was fucking them; it gave them unbelievable orgasms. After a few sessions, the women not only enjoyed being fucked, but eagerly anticipated their next time with the Master or an elite wanted them. His Wife, Mary, told Joshua she had no control over herself when she was with the Master; she was his puppet to use, and she told Joshua that she now loved her Master more than she ever loved Joshua. This hurt Joshua, but he didn't dare to think badly of his Master. If his control collar detected murderous thoughts against his Master, Pain would be the punishment.
Finally, the Master groaned in pleasure as he came inside his Wife. The Master turned his attention to Joshua. Pulling his still-hard dick out of his Wife's Pussy, the Master said, "False Prophet suck my dick clean."
