Shoc Treatment

Note: This is the prelude to a future story series.

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I am a very well endowed young woman. Amazing natural 36DD breasts, that were never covered by a bra. Long, shapely, soft, tanned legs. Tanned all the way up to my cunt. A well rounded ass, that my previous girlfriends absolutely loved. My sex examiners have told me I'm a very rare specimen of human, most of us I guess are much smaller in bust, and ass. I of course used my body whenever possible. How else is a girl supposed to be able to travel to different worlds?

I've had to be very careful in my travels. My body poses a problem to me, my assets and body style are very popular among slavers. For example Omega Preci the moment I touch the planet's surface I would've been masked, gagged, and taken to a training facility. But there are worlds where I don't need to worry about a thing. The all female canal planet that I visited did it's best to be a sort of sanctuary for all females of all alien species, including humans. However men, were not allowed within it's atmosphere.

I can tell you some other time about all my travels. But for now, I want to tell you about my life before the great expansion. When Earth discovered how utterly weak and submissive we were. However we do make the best sex slaves. We can breed with most other forms of life, and I quote "are very squishy, it brings pleasure" that was said by some creepy alien I met in a bar. Had four dicks, didn't care for the planet's no slave laws, took me captive and kept me for about a month before he was caught and arrested. Again I'm getting side tracked, that's a story for later.

I'm twenty-one earth years old, and I will be forever. With the great expansion we were also introduced to a kind of injection that stops the body from aging. Again used for sex slavery, nearly mandatory for any human female who wanted to leave Earth. I was adopted by a lesbian couple, they were amazing to me and my sister. We weren't born from the same mother, but were born on the same day, in the same hospital, and adopted at the same time. We formed a real close bond. Life was perfect for us. Our mother's helped to teach us confidence and self reliance. They taught us to stand up for each other and ourselves. It was wonderful.

I had very small tits until I turned eighteen. My eighteenth birthday I lost my virginity. It got me pregnant, the father left with no trace. I didn't want to find him, decided to raise the kids with the help of my mothers and sister. We had ultrasounds, and other scans to check the baby's health. But I didn't want to know the sex of the child. And as part of that I was never told that I was having three kids. My breasts went from barely an A cup, to what I have now double D's. All the kids were born happy and healthy, three girls. They became my priority, I loved them.

Jump ahead a couple years and my babies were ready for preschool. I had to have my mother Kristin go with me to comfort me. I didn't want to leave them. And I still had to pump my breasts because my milk production hadn't slowed. Later that same day I was involved in a car crash while going to the library. I had to return a few cookbooks, it had become a hobby since I had three kids and didn't feel comfortable leaving them for long. I was the only one in the car thankfully. But it knocked me unconscious, and when I came to I was in a dark room. Long soft carpeting on the floor.

Wherever I was, it had been made to be comfortable in feeling. But it was rather cold. And there was a draft I could feel running over my nipples? I left the house wearing a sweatshirt and short shorts. How was I feeling anything other than fabric on my nipples? Then there was something between my legs. It wasn't intruding anything, but it felt wet and sticky. Like it had been dipped in honey or jello or something. I didn't like it.

I shook my body a little, didn't do much. I think I was bound, it was still really dark. There were motion sensing lights or there was a camera that was able to see heat temperatures. Because when I shook myself out a projector turned on. The same picture appeared on every wall around me. It showed a woman, wearing a business like outfit. The black blazer over a white button up blouse. She had bright red lipstick on and was wearing a masquerade mask across her eyes.

"Greetings you dirty little slut. Welcome to our punishment facility you are here now because you have whored yourself out. You've had sex outside of your marital vows, or pre marriage. Possibly even kinky or dirty sex, sex games. Whatever your sin, we will make you see your error. And we will teach you to be a very prudent young lady. But first, you need to move your tits to the two holes in the wall." She paused as a spotlight pointed to where my breasts should be. "Once securely into those pockets your breasts will be cuffed temporarily. This is to help us brand you more easily. You are now our property, and will be expected to be present for inventory tracking every day. Failure to do so will warrant a minimum of five marks. We will explain more as necessary, but for now MOVE YOUR TITS!"

The projectors shut off leaving on the spotlight on the breast pockets. I hesitated for a couple moments too long. I heard a door open but saw now light source, and I started to hear the quiet buzz of electricity. Then I felt the shock on my ass, I jumped up onto my knees, my legs and arms were definitely tied. I could feel something forcing my elbows and wrists together. And cuffs of some sort forcing my thighs, knees, and calves together. I slowly inched as much as I could toward the spotlight, too slowly. Getting me another shock, this time the shock was directed on the insides of my thighs, as close to my cunt as the one who controlled the shocking could get to it.

I yelped and tried to move faster, causing myself to fall over. I felt a metal belt grab my body just under my bust. It felt nice, the cold steel on my body for a brief moment. It gave me a break from the shocking that was used to punish me. Though it quickly became a nuisance. It was used to lift me from my knees, but because of its placement and looseness it slid up to my breasts. Those were very quickly the only things holding that belt on my body, and after a couple seconds of it simply holding me above where I fell over it became electrically charged as well.

I started to scream, and plead as the soft skin under my breast was repeatedly electrocuted. The skin under the belt continually creating conduction into my body further punishing me for whatever I had done wrong.

"Please, let me down! Please! I'm sorry I'll be faster. I promise, just please let me out of this belt. Or let me leave. I didn't do anything wrong. I haven't commit any of those sins that your video talked about." Another shock came, this time more powerful shutting me up. The belt began to move. Making it's way over to the pockets, and forcing my breast into them.

I felt cold metal be clasped onto my breasts, which by this point were very sore from bouncing and being shocked. The metal cuffs were incredibly tight on my tits. It felt wet, which only made them hurt more. Then more shocks came. But this time to each individual breast on it's own. And the wetness that I felt from those cuffs made the shocks hurt more and longer. I began to feel a burning sensation and a sting on my breasts, individually again. Lasting several seconds I don't know what they were doing. But it didn't feel hot, more like a chemical burn.

The next thing I remember was sitting in front of the woman from that video in the beginning. I had an electric collar on, attached to a leash made of rubber. The woman was holding the leash, and rubbing her foot up and down my left breast. She was looking at me with a devious smile, before putting one of her high heels on my upper back, the stiletto heel touching my neck. She pushed down with her foot and pull back on the leash. Bringing closer to the base of her, what appeared to be, throne. Once my head was all the way down, and both her heels were resting on my back a shock was delivered through the collar. Lasting for long enough to knock me out.

When I woke up this time I was on a medic ship, making it's voyage for Creo Five. A refuge world. The staff on the ship told me to rest and that I had numerous chemical burns, cuts, bruises, and intense brainwashing that the doctors on Creo would try to heal and reverse. I never saw my kids, my sister, or my mother's again. And I started a new life. I became an outspoken lesbian, even though it was a female that had done all that to me. I became an interplanetary traveler, and slut. And from what I had heard by several slave hunters in bars. Very sought after, traders were willing to pay huge fortunes to whoever could deliver me to them.