The "In Space" series to date:
The Pasture in Space
The Pasture in Space - Revolution
Foreward: This work is a part of a larger science fiction series that crosses into a myriad of genres, specifically hardcore BDSM, Mindcontrol, Fetish, Nonhuman, and Nonconsent. Though the first two stories focused on female orgasm denial, the Plantation stories explore permanent male chastity and sissification.
Each submission stands alone, so please do not feel the need to read previous entries.
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They were not alone in space.
But Taylen was.
The saucer flew through the asteroid field without assistance, without any observable energy, bringing the human cargo to the next habitable rock.
Strong plastisteel restraints held his arms down as the smaller man shook himself awake, trying to hold onto whatever last moments he had in his mind. His eyes darted sluggishly around, trying to make sense of the room as the sedatives waned in his system.
The door to the cockpit shot up with a small hum. Behind his captor, a four-legged humanoid operated the controls telepathy, charting their course intuitively through the stars. In a more lucid state, Taylen might have gawked, seeing for the first time the centaurs, the space-faring children of the ruling caste of the Epsilon System.
Instead, he focused on the woman undoubtedly responsible for his imprisonment. She strode into the room slowly, her splendor radiating out with every deliberate step. Her dark eyes took in the entire room, looking past his restrained body without ever acknowledging him.
The girl looked impossibly young, probably no more than twenty rotations. She wore her jet black hair in bangs, the back down in a strange, stylized sort of braids. The traditional uniform had almost been stamped onto her body; skin-tight, a silver, shimmering one piece that ended in a short skirt that barely covered her buttocks. Her breasts, perfectly portioned to her frame, neither large nor small, bulged out the top, jiggling more than a little as she pulled on a rubber glove onto each hand with a loud snap.
"Good, you're awake," She said, now noticing him. "I really would have hated to inject you. There's less than a centimeter's difference in most cases, but I am particular."
Taylen tried to speak, finding that he could only moan through the rubber bit placed into his mouth.
"Oh I'm sorry, but none of that," the milk maid said. "Besides I can't imagine what in space you would say. The whole trip I'd have to hear such unseemingly things. Let me go! I'll never do it again! Please let me keep my dick!"
Hearing this, Taylen let out a muffled scream, shaking against his restraints. But the twin rods he was strapped to barely moved. He tried again, his slender arms trying to pull down the plastisteel frame like an ancient blinded giant trying to end his life.
"Calm down, I'm not going to cut it off," the mild maid said, stroking his head. "I probably should. Had you impregnated the girl, they would have spaced you."
Taylen had only used really his penis once, and it was the reason for his banishment. They had been so careful, secreting away behind the pasture where she worked. She had been so much older, nearly forty rotations, and yet so beautiful...
He shot his seed into the ground in a desperate effort to avoid alerting the milk maids. That night, Taylen went to sleep blissful, believing himself safe, only to wake up like this, suspended naked in the air, his arms and legs spread wide.
Had he waited a few months, he might have lived openly as her consort. But she was still fertile and forbidden to those without the right genetic make-up. In the Epsilon System, only the masters could father children. But these men were never seen, sequestered away on their own planetoid where they were stimulated to produce mass volumes of semen.
Rumors and legends abounded, scattered tales of a secluded harem in the stars, a prosperous plantation where the most alluring, the most fertile females of the population traveled to be inseminated, artificially or otherwise.
But there were more horrid tales, graphic stories of abuse and degradation practiced on men who dared disobey the Queen's Law. Of course, no one really knew. Violaters simply disappeared and the stories grew until everything, including torture, castration, and exile seemed like plausible explanations.
What would she do to him?
"If only I could explain how much you are going to enjoy the transformation..." the milk maid said furtively. "It doesn't matter - you would never believe me."
And despite the horror of his imprisonment, his breathing slowed, his body reacting to her delicate touch above his earlobe. He let out a full gasp through his bit, suddenly serene in spite of the restraints.
"There you go," She said. "Now we can fix the problem."
The woman turned to the table, immediately locating the needed device. He should have been terrified. Instead, every muscle in his body seemed asleep as she returned with a tiny plastisteel case, almost the exact same dimensions as his penis and balls. Ducking down, her hands touched him, his penis springing to life in her grip.
"No wonder it's such an issue. Even now you are aroused!" She laughed. "Well get ready to say goodbye to that."
He shook against the restraints, trying in vain to wriggle free, his cock still hard.
"Would you like me to take care of that for you?"
She looked at him expectantly.
"Oh right, I forgot. Moan once for yes, twice for no."
He moaned once.
Her hand reached down to his shaft, growing the last protruding inch in her gentle grip.
"Okay then, but be sure to enjoy it."
She stroked a little faster.
