The Galactic Gynarchy: A Slave-taking Trip to Planet Earth
[set in a different universe from the Gynarchic Alliance stories]
The family of three alien women sat on the bridge of their small spaceship and pondered what they wanted out of the Earth males they would kidnap and enslave. The ship was nearing the end of its month-long journey to Earth, and the women were eager to land and start scouting males. It was a small ship, fifty metres long with old-fashioned chrome and leather styling throughout. It could support a crew of ten, with three suspended animation pods.
They trio shared just the one male, who was nearing the end of his lifespan. He was busy worshipping the pussy of the youngest of the two daughters, as she sat naked with her sister and her mother - equally naked - discussing their plans. They had got together enough credits to rent this ship and buy a small-haul, one-trip slaver's licence. They were looking forward to a little holiday on this primitive planet while they scoped out their targets and made their captures.
Normally green-skinned, with pointy ears and lithe bodies, they had used advanced holographic technology to take on the appearance of a white family with pretty blue eyes. They could forge documents and currency to meet this world's standards. Indeed, they would easily be able to create enough money to afford a nice house, somewhere remote enough that their existing slave would not be spotted and cause comment.
From there, the women would strike out into society to find themselves some males. They planned to take a few for themselves and a few for profit. The big ships had the monopoly on bulk enslavements; theirs would be a smaller, riskier operation. The main problem for them came from needing to take males on different days, then store them on the planet before leaving. A large house, with enough room for a dungeon, was a key part of their plan.
The youngest daughter had styled herself Julia - she was nineteen and had a girl-next-door vibe, with blonde hair and small, pert breasts. She wanted a service slave not unlike the one they had now, but at the start of his lifespan, not the end. She would mould him into the perfect, obedient companion. She hadn't yet decided on a name for her new male - she would have to see what suited the one she captured.
Her sister Clarice, on the other hand, wanted a ponyboy. You could use it for sex, sure, but you could take it for rides too, and seeing as it couldn't talk - just make noises like a horse - it couldn't ever try to offer you its so-called thoughts. She was twenty-two and would take up a career as an engineer when they returned home. The distraction of a male talking or asking for things would just get in the way of her ambitions.
Their mother Lisa wasn't quite sure yet what she wanted for herself. Enslaving a male held so many possibilities. You could get a service slave, who walked and talked and fucked, or a petmale, who crawled and barked and licked pussy. Perhaps one of each, even. She could get herself a torture boy, a shorter-lived slave who would help her explore some of her darker desires. She would have to see what was out there.
Lisa was an administrator on their home planet - the job made her reasonable credits, but she wanted more for her daughters. Getting each of them the right slave would be one way to help them achieve their potential.
They lived out of a hotel for a few weeks then moved into a large house in its own grounds just outside a big city. The language had been easy to learn using their advanced technology, and the money they could forge eased things immensely for them. The house had high fences, plenty of trees and tall hedges - perfect privacy for their fun and games.
They had set their service slave to the task of building a dungeon into the basement, which he completed in two weeks, working to plans drawn up by Clarice. For completing the dungeon on time, he was rewarded by being allowed to cum on Lisa's feet, then fucked with strapons by her two daughters. They soundproofed the entire house, even the windows - no one would hear what happened inside.
Lisa had taken a job in town - not for money, but to scout out likely prospects for enslavement. She had wanted a job where she would meet the most people possible - or at least the most men - and was now working in a large bank. The work itself was rather dull, but she found out lots of details that helped her size up new targets.
She returned home and drove through the heavy security gate, then past the rows of hedges that screened the large, old house from the road. Lisa walked through the front door, and stopped to take in the elegant hallway and the spacious rooms to either side - she was pleased with their base of operations.
Lisa immediately disrobed, letting her clothes fall to the floor. The slave would pick them up. There was nothing so peerless and superior as the female form, and this primitive planet's system of clothing left much to be desired. She was lean and fit, looking far younger than her years. She revelled in her nudity.
As the head of the household, Lisa had asked her daughters to forego clothing in the house as well. Julia, her youngest daughter, had protested but a good, hard spanking over her mother's knee took care of that. In any case Julia lived in university accommodation most of the time, where she could wear what she liked. Clarice, who shared her mother's views on nudity and perfection of the female form, came into the hallway and hugged her mother. Lisa admired the young woman's shapely curves and ample breasts - her daughter was a goddess.
Lisa had spotted Julia's car in the drive. "As if I need to ask," said Lisa, "but where might your sister and the slaveboy be?"
"As if you needed to ask, mother, they're in the basement. She's fucking him with the strapon. Again. My turn next - I want to ride him around the dungeon a little."
"I know it's hard to share, but it's not for much longer," said Lisa with a smile, "My research went pretty well today."
Clarice led them through into the elegantly furnished sitting room. It was dark outside and the curtains were drawn. Clarice had set a fire and the room glowed with warmth. Sitting down, she placed a hand idly in her pussy and began to leisurely masturbate. Her mother thought nothing of this - pleasure was always acceptable.
"Tell me all about it," said Clarice.
Her mother sat down and began, "The first one is a little old, perhaps. Thirty-five, but in good shape. He's a fitness instructor at the gym I go to. I could tell straight off that he knew he was in the presence of a superior female. I've bugged his home, been through his internet history. He's quite good-looking and certainly wants to submit. Looks good naked..."
"You don't sound sure, though?"
"He's a solid choice, but he doesn't scream out 'I'm the slave for you', you know?"
"We could take him anyway and sell him when we get home - we need to fill all three storage pods to make some profit."
"Oh, absolutely darling. Absolutely. He'll be a slave one way or the other. It's just a matter of whether I brand him with our house symbol or someone else has their way with him."
"So that's the first. How many more are there?"
"Two, in a manner of speaking. But actually it's three."
"I don't follow, mother."
"One's a single male, the others are identical twins."
Clarice increased the pace of her fingers in her clit. Twin slaves were rare but especially hot.
"I'll tell you about the single male, first," said Lisa, "He's a gardener, not too well-educated but he has a real spark. Only in his early twenties. I met him at the bank where I'm working - his business is suffering and he needs a loan to keep going. He called me miss throughout the whole interview, could barely meet my eyes. I did the usual background checks and surveillance - he's actively hunting a mistress, you know. Definitely a contender. Gorgeous body, great bottom, and you know how I like to spank a male."
The daughter nodded - her mother was certainly generous with her punishments. "And the twins?" said Clarice.
