Author's Note: This is my first story, though I plan to write many more in this universe. This universe and these characters are all original things created by me. Feedback and advice are appreciated.
Maximus, or Max as most people knew him by, closed the loading bay doors to his cargo ship. He was carrying a wide variety of cargo over from Makeal, the lawless continent plagued by crime and greed, to Trafia, the old primitive continent, stuck in the Dark Ages due to their traditions and loyalty.
Max was a Traveler, a small race shrouded in myth, who possess the ability and equipment to travel between the isolated Pangea-like continents of Ishaka. Each is an immortal being with one fatal flaw that contradicts the almost perfect biological structure of their anatomy.
Max was a ruggedly handsome looking guy, though unlike all the other Travelers, he'd aged, and appeared to be in his mid-forties. One look in the mirror on the wall, and Max was instantly happy. He hated the physical "perfection" that the other Travelers seemed to flaunt around.
Max slowly strutted up to the cockpit, when a bright orange and blue hologram popped up beside him. He jumped, startled at first, though he realized it was only his sporadic AI, M1KA.
"Maximus, as you have yet to take any safety precautions, I decided to scan the cargo and there are some issues I think you might have interest in." The holographic AI said in her feminine and surprisingly human voice. As she spoke, a long report showed up on the ship consoles.
"Mika, I don't care. I've done this trip quite literally hundreds of thousands of times." Max replied without thought to his companion's warning. He scrolled through the manifest carelessly, but then his eyes latched onto an item in the manifest: Sex Slaves. A sly smile crept onto his face. "Though, if you insist, I will go back and just make sure all the cargo is in order. Get the ship ready for takeoff, because when I get back we're getting out of here." Max called out as he disappeared back into the cargo hold.
Max moved through the cargo bay, using shipments of rare spices, minerals, and slaves as guides to navigate his way to the section he wanted to be in. His jaw nearly hit the ground, when what the manifest had told him, couldn't describe what he saw. He was staring at his oldest rival, his most hated adversary. He was staring at what used to be the Queen of Makael.
As Max gazed upon her, caged by the iron bars that contained slaves, all the memories of her emerged in his mind. The day that he was declared a traitor in all the lands, due to crimes against human nature. He remembered the day she had to go in hiding, as the gangs of Makael staged a coup on the capital. He had heard rumors amongst his connections in the now dominant gang, Makael's Hand, that she had been found and captured.
Max remembered talking with his connection about it, and Max suggested that they put her in the Arena, to be publicly humiliated, but that idea had been shot down. They wanted to have her disappear completely. Any loyalists would think that she had given up, and their spirits would shatter. They didn't know where Max sent his cargo, but they must've figured that it would be somewhere that they would be rid of her completely, so they tried to hide her in amongst the slaves, hoping he wouldn't notice.
Max was ecstatic. This woman had almost ruined his business of trading items that the two continents had little to none of in their lands. It was more than just profitable, as Max was technically the wealthiest man on all three continents. Max loved his life, and even after hundreds and thousands of years, he hadn't grown bored of it.
Surrounding her cage, were several more cages of the particularly attractive females, who would probably fetch a decent price to the brothels in Trafia. The Queen was just recovering from her sedatives and was still drowsy and had no idea what was happening. Max noticed this, and decided to "inspect" her last.
Max slowly strutted up to the cage of the first woman. He pulled up the manifest and checked to make sure all the basics were in order. He entered the cage, stun stick at his side in case things went awry, although the woman looked to be no match to him in any fighting way.
She was a tall black woman, with a skinny physique, though she had an ample bust. Max approached her, eyeing her like she was a pet at the store. His eyes had were unrelenting and scoured every inch of her body. A terrified and confused look flashed across her face, as well as the faces of the other caged women nearby.
Max noticed this and with a cruel smile commented, "Your a slave now. You're headed for a primitive and cruel place, where you'll be passed around between fat old nobles like you were a toy. They'll fuck you till they're satisfied and then hand you to the next man in line. I'm just making sure that you are something they will want to fuck. If you aren't, then I won't get payed. Nobody is happy when I'm not payed."
Tears rolled down the woman's face as she tried to back away, though she just trapped herself in the corner. The other women in cages nearby were crying too, realizing that their fate was destined to be the same as hers. The only woman who was controlling herself was the queen, though Max planned on changing that.
"Wha..what are you going to do to me?" The black woman asked between choked sobs.
"I'm just going to go over basic things, and if you comply it will be quick and easy. If you fail to comply, well I'll have to go into more detailed inspections, and maybe test you out to make sure what I'm selling is worth it." Max said with a practically emotionless voice, which only added to the terror. He took what looked like a nod from the woman, as a sign of her understanding, so he began, "We're going to start out with easy questions. What is your name?"
The sobbing black woman, started taking deep breaths until she could muster up the courage to speak, "J...J...Jessica"
Max nodded then moved on to the next question, "What is it you do?"
"I own a clothing store in the capital." Jessica answered honestly.
"Okay you seem to remember the things that you'd tell any person. Now we're moving on to the more personal, intimate questions. How often do you have sex?" Max asked bluntly.
Jessica stammered, trying to think of how to reply to this intrusion into her intimate life. She couldn't come up with an answer and she hung her head low, fearful of the punishment.
Max smiled cruelly and approached her, "I thought you wanted this to be quick and easy. I tried to be as polite in the wording as possible, but what I really wanted to know, isn't nearly as polite. Tell me, are you a slut Jessica?" Max asked his voice now containing a cruel sound of pleasure, but hate.
