This ongoing sci-fi series will contain non-consensual elements.
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My journey back home was uneventful. Orton didn't pick me up, instead, he had sent a shuttle to ferry me back. It gave me time to think about my situation.
Things at first had seemed quite confusing, but now I felt a lot better. I was getting more comfortable in my surroundings.
Hogarth had told me not to worry about my memories not returning all at once. It wasn't ideal, but I accepted that fact.
The worst fear I had, was that I would be different from what Orton remembered. I didn't want to disappoint him.
"Just try to be yourself. The rest will come naturally." Hogarth had said.
The shuttle was small, but it afforded me a decent sized room. I took advantage of the shower. It was nice to feel clean and fresh.
There were some clothes which I guessed were mine. I tried them on, enjoying the variety. I settled on a tight-fitting dress.
It was wonderfully low cut. I couldn't get over how great my ample cleavage looked. There was some underwear too, but I didn't bother. I didn't want to ruin the lines of the dress.
I matched it with some black strappy heels. At first, they seemed alien on my feet. It was like before. My feet felt awkward in them. I walked around in them for a bit till they felt comfortable.
My hair was next. I frowned at myself in the mirror. It was still wild and unkempt.
I scrapped it tightly against my scalp and pleated it into a long single braid. It was thick and felt heavy against my back. It looked pretty though.
Orton would tell me how to wear it for him, I thought.
There was a selection of make-up. Again I didn't know how it needed to be, so I kept it simple. A little lipstick and eye shadow. I liberally applied some nice smelling perfume. With my finger, I traced some between my breasts.
As I waited, I watched the stars fly past the window. It was mesmerizing. I got the feeling that I enjoyed looking at the nights sky.
Even though I was liking the view, I started to get a little impatient. I decided to see what was taking so long.
I left my room and looked for the pilot. A servant had greeted me when the shuttle landed. I didn't know where he was now. He had gone over few a simple rules with me. He told me that they were not allowed to touch me. Nothing bad would happen, he said. They would just be punished at a later date. What that involved wasn't spoken of.
It was only a small ship and it wasn't hard to find the bridge. The door didn't open for me, so I knocked.
There was no answer, and I rapped at the door again.
Finally it opened. It was very cramped inside, and dimly lit. There was just a single pilot in a flight chair.
"You shouldn't be in here," he said. "Is there a problem?"
"I'm bored." I said, lazily, and walked in as much as I could.
He didn't look too pleased to see me.
"Perhaps you should go back to your quarters." He said.
"In a little while." There was a large panel in front of him. Some buttons were glowing, and there were small screens displaying strange images.
"What does this do?" I asked, leaning over his shoulder.
He mumbled something about fuel recycling. I caught him getting a good look at my cleavage.
There wasn't a collar around his neck. The servant had told me that not everyone was a slave.
I reached over him, leaning a bit closer, my chest inches from his face. "What about that?" I asked, with a pointed finger.
He was getting flustered. I loved the power I was having over him.
"That's the long range communicator. Don't touch it."
I grinned.
"If I touch you, how much trouble will you get in?" I asked.
He took a deep breath, and told me that he would probably be fired.
I certainly didn't want that. It was a shame, he looked cute in his uniform.
Again he suggested that I return to my quarters, and again I protested. He shrugged, and I resigned myself to perching on the arm rest of his chair.
As he went about his work, I could see him making quick glances at my body.
"There it is," he said, pointing at the view screen in front of us.
It was a planet, it was green and blue, and looked lovely.
"You better get to your quarters, for the landing."
This time I did as I was told. I didn't want him to be too distracted.
As I went back to wait in my room, I hoped that the pilot would think about me later. The thought of him masturbating while thinking about me, made my heart race a little.
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The landing was a little bumpy, and a servant met me at the door to my room. He escorted me off the shuttle and to my new home.
The air was fresh and warm. The place looked so amazing. It was large and was everything I had imagined, and more.
I knew it was him as soon as I saw him. He had a look of authority about him, a commanding presence. His dress sense was implacable. A smart, but loose fitting suit. He looked every inch the man who owned this place, and the man who owned me.
It was Orton. He was on the dock waiting for me. With him was a servant and a girl.
My heart skipped as he smiled. I went straight to him, and he hugged me warmly. He was a little taller than me, and it felt great to be in his arms.
"You look amazing, Cara," he said.
"You too." I whispered.
He told me he had been worried, because of the accident, but was over joyed to see me again.
The girl's name was Lilly. Orton introduced her gracefully. She was a slave, like me. Although, she was a little older. Apparently we had been friends, but I couldn't remember her.
She gave me a hug too.
Orton told me that she was going to show me my room, and that we could meet later.
I insisted that he should show me to his room first. As it might spark some of my lost memories.
He agreed, with a grin. I think he knew what I really wanted.
We left the dock arm in arm, I looked back at Lilly, and I could see a slight hint of tears in her eyes. She must have really missed me.
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He had his own set of rooms. I was told they were off limits unless I was invited. That seemed a reasonable rule. I hoped I would be here often, though.
His office was the first room he took me in. It was where he did the majority of his work. It was a very masculine place. Lots of dark wood and stylish sculptures.
Not a place for girls like me. I felt honored to be allowed inside.
"What do you do?" I asked.
"Ore mining. I have mines in many, many locations."
He seemed very humble. It was an attractive quality.
Everything about him was attractive. His manner, his voice, the way he looked. A wealthy man like him couldn't be expected to be in amazing shape, but somehow he pulled it off. His soft features were cute, but manly too.
I could barely keep my eyes off him. The same could be said for him. He hadn't given anything or anyone a second look since I had arrived.
In the middle of the room I gave him a little twirl.
"What do you think?" I asked with a smile.
"Gorgeous," he said.
"The dress, I mean." I said, blushing a little.
