Outpost

Outpost 02

Hunters, Hunted and Aliens

Thank you for looking at this story, which is the second volume in the

Outpost

series. Please be warned that it is very different to the first, with significantly "harder" content. While it is undoubtedly science fiction, it would also be at home in both the "BDSM" and the "Nonconsensual" categories. Many of the actions depicted would be harmful without the use of treatments that do not exist in real life.

If you have read the first part, you can safely jump now to Chapter Three below. If you did not, you should be able to catch up very easily. Ha-Lee is a young would-be warrior in a fairly primitive and almost isolated tribe living on thinly-populated continent. In order to "graduate" as a hunter he must demonstrate his ability to find and take resources for the tribe, but instead of the usual animal, he is hoping to capture a slave. Several days from home he encounters a group of girls who seem to be out gathering shellfish, and he is able to stalk and capture one of them. He must then get her safely back to his tribe, evading the efforts of her companions to find and rescue her. That involves keeping her in bondage and forcing her to carry his supplies and equipment. He also gives way to the temptation to use her body for his pleasure, losing his virginity and, he imagines, taking hers. She doesn't seem to mind, but he draws no conclusions from that.

Chapter Three - Phoebe's People

To Ha-Lee, Phoebe seemed like a dream come true, the fulfilment of all his youthful fantasies. In the finest stone-age tradition, he had captured her by hitting her over the head with a wooden club. He had then kept her bound for days, subjected her to intensive sexual slavery, and used her as a beast of burden. Once he had demonstrated his determination to take her she had revelled in her bondage and cooperated fully in her ravishment. She had made no attempt to escape, or to alert possible rescuers to her presence.

Ha-Lee's awareness of his tribe's ambivalent relationship with its slaves- especially its sex-slaves- had made him forget- if he had ever known- the old adage that, if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Phoebe was not what she appeared to be. For one thing, she was a clone. Being almost buried in leaf-mould and mud, Ha-Lee had barely glimpsed her four companions when he had first encountered her by the lake. If he had, he would have noticed that they were virtually identical. When he got a better look at them later on, he thought them sisters.

They were, however, the creation- and the slaves- of an alien race unknown to human civilisation. Despite the sudden and rapid dissemination of the ability to travel in the voids between the dimensions- interstellar travel at almost infinite speeds- the half-dozen races capable of exploiting the technology had not all encountered one another.

Long before the first civilization appeared on Earth, a dying but deeply benevolent society, thousands of light-years away, had sought a kind of immortality by packing the sum of its knowledge into an unknown number (possibly only one) of giant interstellar ships. Each one travelled in inter-dimensional space for a hundred light years, and emerged to spend a generation broadcasting its data, by various means, in condensed packages that required genius, and a certain level of advancement, to interpret. Then it passed on for another hundred light years, and so

ad infinitum

.

Phoebe's masters had received the packages three hundred years before they reached Earth, and were far ahead in their understanding and exploitation of the alien technologies. They had even begun to build on them. By the time of Ha-Lee's birth, human interdimensional ships (HISs) usually arrived at their destination carrying some residual velocity- often about thirty miles per hour- and so needed open areas of land, water, or specially developed "spaceports." "The Folk"- to interpret their name for themselves very roughly- could arrive stationary on a spot, and could thus use caverns or halls, provided they were large enough to cushion the displacement of air. That was important for clandestine operations, and their presence on Wilderland- Ha-Lee's home world- was certainly clandestine.

The Folk occupied half a dozen planets, but with a low birth-rate they were spread thin. As a civilisation they had been unprepared for rapid expansion, but it was generally agreed that the best planets in the region needed to be claimed and occupied before they were taken by others. There was an acute shortage of manpower, exacerbated by the social structure. The aristocracy was top-heavy, expanding because all members of noble families inherited tax-exempt status and the expectation of a life of leisure. The participation rate was decreasing when it needed to increase. It was an opportune moment to discover the existence of the human race, among which slavery was commonplace, although controversial.

Human beings resembled Folk in almost every respect, except that they were, on average, a little smaller. The Folk homeworld was slightly more massive than Earth, and the forces of evolution had produced beings who could easily be mistaken for large and strong people, averaging about six feet six inches for men, and just over six feet for women. They were not just tall, however, but well-built all round, giving them an unmistakeable presence and charisma. Most were good-looking, and all had access to the techniques that could make them so.

The females had a preference for very large, firm breasts. Both males and females used a variety of hi-tech methods to enhance their sexual prowess and responsiveness, and human men and women who approached them closely were usually captivated. The races could mate but not reproduce. Humans usually found their first sexual encounters overwhelming. Women could not help but notice the length and girth of the males' sexual organs, while men were often frightened by the strength of the females' vaginal muscles.

Human women often struggled to deep-throat the larger Folkish penises, and the sphincters of both sexes needed weakening before sodomy was comfortable for them. There were many internal differences, so the Folk had to take great care to ensure that their dead never fell into the hands of free humans. They were also aware that at least one other race was harvesting slaves on Earth, so large-scale operations were always very risky.

The only safe option was withdrawal and sampling. They took a very carefully selected hundred of each sex to add to the few dozen already in their possession. Having bred them to enrich the gene pool as much as possible, they then started cloning. It was something they could do safely and easily, although they were careful to limit the numbers. The growth of the human population was slowed mainly by the shortage of fully tamed and trusted individuals to care for and train the young, for it was not a popular job among the Folk.

A century later, when Ha-Lee was coming of age, there were far more human slaves than Folk. The younger generations knew nothing of Old Earth and no life but servitude, but just in case of indiscipline or rebellion, they all had implants that responded to aggressive impulses against Folk by inflicting excruciating pain. Very few ever felt it in their lifetimes.

Most were loyal, for their lives were far from intolerable. The Folk's command of the new technology enabled them to double and then redouble the sexual capacity and responsiveness of their humans, and to make sure that most were physically attractive enough to serve as sex slaves. For most it was a secondary function, but a small minority of the loveliest women and the prettiest males were kept purely for pleasure. Most of the slaves were encouraged to breed with one another, for cloning alone was seen as risky in the very long term.

The Folk had also managed to slow the aging process. Generally they matured normally, and most were left to breed amongst themselves between (in Earth years) eighteen and twenty-five, by which time their aging was slowing down. At forty they still looked to be in their early twenties. Those that were taken by the Folk as pleasure slaves would probably serve for eighty or ninety years, often used many times a day in strict bondage.

Folk were generally well supplied with vanilla sex by their spouses, so slaves satisfied their fetishes and perversions. Among the aristocracy, husbands and wives usually kept a few caged in their quarters, though they often exchanged or shared their favourites. The less wealthy had more modest arrangements, but every adult individual was guaranteed at least four humans by the state, including one pleasure slave.

Meanwhile the Folk expanded their territory, increasing their holdings to twenty worlds, with small bases on a dozen more. Ten years before Phoebe met Ha-Lee, they had suddenly discovered small numbers of humans living on one of the latter planets. They were not part of a base or a proper colony, but seemed to be living in a number of primitive tribes, as if at some point in the past they had been accidentally marooned, or possibly exiled as undesirables. They only occupied a single large continent, and there they were spread very thinly.

A much closer watch was kept then, and it was discovered that human HISs were paying occasional and clandestine visits, landing behind the shelter of an offshore island and crossing the strait by boat in darkness. There were some permanent but well-camouflaged buildings on the island, and signs of camping on the mainland. There were no tribal villages nearby, but the Folk explorers found a few tell-tale signs- a key and iron stakes hammered into the ground- that suggested slave-hunting. They also found plenty of evidence of local game animals having been skinned, cooked and eaten.

They left hidden cameras, and for their own base they chose a site far away, in the interior where some inconspicuous openings in a cliffside gave access to an extensive network of caves and caverns. The oligarchy appointed a middle-ranking noble family to take charge; it was the usual practice to treat such assignments as fiefdoms. The continent, now named E'lath, acquired, unknown to any of its inhabitants, a new Count and Countess, to give the titles the nearest equivalent. The cliffside swallowed them up with their household of ten Folkish staff and administrators, and over a hundred human slaves.

For a short time there were far more; gangs of labour-slaves rented to transform caverns into stately, luxurious apartments, suites of offices, kitchens, storerooms and quarters for the servants and slaves. The largest cavern, however, was widened and deepened further, and designated the spaceport, with room for four of the standard HIS vehicles. Traffic was heavy for the first few weeks, but it soon settled down to one or two arrivals and departures each day, bringing mainly food and drink.

There were usually a few slaves as well, rotated with those on the family's other estates. The Countess' personal staff had a particularly high turnover. The most stable elements were the two sets of five clones who were there to infiltrate the local tribes. They had to be given more freedom than most, to spend enough time in the surrounding countryside to be able to pass as natives. After a few months they would be sent further afield, and if everything went according to plan they would be captured one at a time, by different tribes. It was important, obviously, that they were taken one by one. Adult quintuplets would sound a warning among even the most primitive villagers.

The ten clones were among the more fortunate of the Count and Countess' slaves. None of them had ever been in the couple's private quarters, which were separate and some distance apart. The messenger who came to report to the Countess that Phoebe was missing entered a world that was almost self-contained; one of violent contrasts and almost unimaginable decadence.

Chapter Four - Countess G'ruthrie

Countess G'ruthrie was the epitome of the strengths and weaknesses of Folkish society. She was highly intelligent, perceptive and capable, and an excellent judge of character. She was pragmatic and had an instinctive grasp of the vital elements in complex situations. She was also, however, lazy, cruel, and self-indulgent, and most terrestrial aristocrats would probably have kept her well away from the levers of power. Her husband, however, relied on her completely, for he was the Folkish equivalent of a "good old boy." On that day he was watching an exceptionally handsome young white man covering a very lovely black girl, but what he was mainly interested in was the strength of their thighs, for he was breeding human ponies. He was interested in a wide range of sports, and a connoisseur of food and drink.

The Countess spent much of her day in an office that, except for the lack of windows, could have been a room in a long-established stately home. It was lavishly appointed, with wall hangings and rugs, paintings and tapestries, and beautiful antique furniture. Her desk was inlaid and veneered, and owed something to Thomas Chippendale, who was surprisingly well known to upper-class Folk.

Her chair was also very traditional at first glance, but had a shorter-than-average seat. When she sat comfortably her crotch was right at the edge, so the female pleasure slave who knelt, hogtied, on the floor in front could easily reach her vagina with her mouth. Her task was to stimulate the Countess gently, not bringing her near to an orgasm, but making the tedium of her working hours pass more pleasantly.

On the Countess's right hand side was a vertical post, to which was bound, very tightly, a naked male slave. He was thoroughly gagged but not blindfolded, and like virtually all human males he was fitted with a device to control his erections. He was kept hard throughout his day-long shift, and whenever her right hand was free she stroked him, almost absent-mindedly, never allowing him to approach a climax. She was convinced that the two slaves together were an aid to her concentration, and the male's occasional mewling gave her a little adrenalin rush that could kick-start her thinking when her mind was sluggish.

A second male was bound in an "X" shape between the bottom posts of a huge brass bed that was at the far end of the room, his back to her while she was working. Neither of the men were there to service her, for she was a confirmed lesbian. They never saw her naked, because she was always dressed in a billowing chiffon robe that teased them by offering brief glances of a single breast or a hip. On the bed itself there was always a female pleasure slave, bound and waiting for the times when the Countess felt in need of a short break.

That happened, usually, three or four times each working day. The girls were not chosen at random; she had three favourites, all exceptionally beautiful and very busty. They had been chosen, however, mainly for their oral skills, for their mistress loved cunnilingus and analingus. They were often spread out in an "X", but sometimes hogtied or simply left with their hands behind their backs and their ankles crossed. Occasionally they were "frogtied" with their calves bound to their thighs.

The bound male had to watch: at least he could see the slavegirl naked, and he could hope for an extra glimpse of a folkish buttock or even her quim. Sometimes there was another Folk woman in the room, for the Countess had a Lady in Waiting. If she was present, she would give him a few strokes with a whip, just as her mistress was cumming. She never seriously damaged him, but left some vivid marks. The Countess was spurred on by his screams, and was often inspired to go on to another orgasm.

The Countess was a sadist, but her excesses were limited by her husband, who was lazy but sensible enough to curb behaviour that he thought was dangerous. He had explained to her the implications of there being a dozen Folk on the planet, with over a hundred human slaves and an unknown number of native humans. He asked her whether she was confident that, in the case of a concerted attack by several tribes, the slaves would risk their lives to protect them.

"Imagine, my dear," he said over a dinner at which the centrepiece was a large local game animal, "some of the local savages get in here, somehow. No security is foolproof. One of them comes running at you, with a spear. On each side of you is one of your male slaves, those you keep tormenting in your study. The burning question of the day is, do they jump in front of you, risking their own lives to save yours?"

"Won't you be there to protect me, husband? What are you suggesting?"

"That you, and we, should make sure that the slaves derive as much pleasure as pain, or even just discomfort, from their servitude to us." That doesn't mean that we shouldn't punish slackness or wrongdoing, but it does mean that, if they behave themselves and serve us well, their experience should be positive."

What it meant in practice was that the Countess stopped using needles and spiked cock-cages. One of the junior folkish staff was delegated to adapt an algorithm to pair the slaves in rotation during their rest periods, so that even the meanest scullions had occasional turns with the most ravishing pleasure slaves. The policy did seem to work, and considering the ways in which they were treated in the Countess's apartments, morale among the human staff was remarkably good.

Chapter Five - News

By and large, the Countess did not allow her dissolute lifestyle to reduce her efficiency as an administrator and decision-maker. The same could not be said of her husband, who was often completely preoccupied with his pleasures during working hours. His most recent enthusiasm was rubber-coating. He, or his assistants whether folk or slaves, would pick out a pleasure male or female, choosing one with full, sensuous lips and a powerful tongue.

The subject's eyes were taped shut, and breathing tubes placed in the nostrils and fed around to the back of the neck. An oval around the mouth was masked, and the rest of the head was thickly coated in a black, opaque rubber-like substance that cured quickly on exposure to the air. The result was to leave the slave featureless, blind and about three-quarters deaf, but able to breathe freely.

The slave would usually wear the rubber mask for about forty-eight hours, during which he or she would be cock-caged or chastity-belted, and anally plugged except when answering the call of nature. All the slaves had very sensitive mouths, and the females' breasts hung free, so they could experience pleasure. The Count made it clear to everyone that rubberization was not a punishment or an ordeal. It was a means of enhancing the experience of oral sex for all concerned. He would spend hours both kissing his subjects and being fellated by them, but others, both slave and folk, also used them, so they were rarely alone. Most felt that a spell in rubber left them with improved oral skills.

When the message was received, that one of the clones had been kidnapped by a tribal warrior, the Count was on the bed in his office, being blown by a rubberized girl who was actually another of the clones. In turn he was giving cunnilingus to one of her "sisters", for he adored the taste of pussy-juice. Neither girl was from Phoebe's "set", and he was beginning to think that importing two groups had been overkill. He was inclined to the view that it would be better to permanently reassign one to pleasure slavery.