Three
Ringworld
I watched the glittering arc grow on the screen, I'd identified myself as a miner, taking a short break between missions, I'd had Sue duplicated again and the ship registered as 'The Lonely One'. Radha and Freya were my registered companions but would be staying mostly on the ship.
Customs and immigration was a scam, customs wanted to charge 'duty' on virtually every item you brought in. I played my asteroid miner card and my home world connections and threatened retaliations, which took a lot of the heat of me, they needed us to much to piss us off.
Immigration was a different matter, we were genotyped, our medical health was tested, blood, urine and stool, my psychological state was examined, and I was classified as to my potential as a potential slave. It helped with the sentencing if I transgressed their 'bye laws'.
It was a somewhat unusual regulation, measuring the size of my penis both flaccid and erect, but at least I got a first class in both body and beauty as did the girls which pleased me. I also had a lot of booklets of regulations that I needed to study up on if I were to avoid penal servitude.
I took the girls back and followed directions as to where to dock, spending a last sex session with them before returning to the ring. The hotel I had thankfully booked in advance and the taxi delivered me to the door.
I was astounded when I walked through the front entrance; there were naked girls all over the place, with a few males sprinkled throughout for good measure. It was like a giant porn set in a sado-masochistic fantasy with leather clad figures everywhere.
I looked around slowly; a considerable few were bound or chained, handcuffed, set in odd positions around the walls. I saw some with their legs chained open, bound up over the back of a chair, laid face up on benches with their hands cuffed behind them, nearly always were their legs forced wide.
"Your first time here?" said in a whispery voice from behind me that brought me round to face its owner.
"Sorry" I said.
"You're ogling like a newbie," she replied.
I stuttered out a. "No."
"Good God," she exclaimed. "You're even blushing about it as well."
I grew redder.
"You're not from some puritan planet are you?"
Her eyes were opening wide in wonder.
I managed to blurt out that I was from Nirvana, and that we had nudist areas on my homeworlds as well.
She smiled at me, pressing a card into my hand, "Let me know if you want to sell your service" and blew me a hand kiss.
I walked over to the front desk, on the way I was accosted by two page boys who asked if I wanted to punish the slave they were 'minding', I was also enticed by a nice looking girl in transparent Arabic dress who came up and purred in my ear offering to sell me her service.
The most astounding sight that met my eyes was the young girl sat up on the counter bound with her legs open, and the receptionist dipping her fingers up her vagina to damp her finger to turn the pages of the book she was reading.
"Excuse me." I said to the girl behind the computer. "I have a reservation."
"Identity card," she said firmly.
I handed over the card issued from the immigration counter.
"Ah, I see you're an Asteroid miner" her smile turning a notch or two from frosty, she punched a few buttons.
"You've been given 1612..., take the lift over there and your room is on the right.... Please wait there until your tutor arrives."
"My tutor?" I queried.
"Yes." she smiled. "We always provide guests with an expert to give an initial lecture to explain things and offer their services."
I practiced my bemused expression on her.
"It's not good for tourism if the guests are arrested on the first night," she declared arching her eyebrows.
"Agreed" I said with a chastised look and with a quick "Thanks" I picked up my suitcase and was stopped by a naked girl in a green collar. The words "Your bellhop" floated over my shoulder. I gave up my bag and followed her over to the lift.
The wiggle of her waist and buttocks as she balanced the weight of the bag was erotic enough to raise a stirring in my loins and a distraction from the events around me. Waiting at the lift were two slaves and their 'owners'.
My bellhop whispered over her shoulder. "See the slave with the blue collar, she's a hetro, you can touch her if you get permission from her owner."
I gave her a better look, her eyes were red and puffy, and I could definitely see the red weal of handprints across her breasts and abdomen.
"She must have just been punished," said my green collared companion, I looked over at the other slave, a handsome young man wearing a white collar, his flaccid penis nearly equalling my erect twenty centimetres.
"He's on a private contract, white collars are usually bedroom slaves..., no touching unless they invite you," came the voice in my ear. She was leaning quite close to me, her nipples brushing the back of my arm.
The lift arrived at last, as it opened out strolled a dowager followed by four young slaves, two male two female, bringing up the rear was a well-built security guard, she was holding the leashes of the slaves with a look on her face said 'don't mess with me'.
"That's Grandam Plimar," she whispered in my ear. "She half owns the hotel, lives on the top floor all to herself."
We waited till they cleared and then crowded into the lift with the others. The mistress holding the lead to the pretty blond wearing the blue collar ended next to me, I eyed her up cautiously and looked back at the naked girl she controlled.
"You new here?" she asked turning to me.
"Yes," I nodded.
"You can fuck her if you want, use her as a welcoming gift. Kelly! Turn and show him your pussy, tell him you'd like to offer him his virgin fuck here."
She turned around to face me. "Please sir will you fuck me?"
I was stunned to silence for a moment. "Er, maybe later, I've got business to attend to."
I looked at my bellhop who was staring into space, diligently ignoring all that was happening.
"Room 2012 if you change your mind," her owner said.
I nodded and hoped our stop would come soon. The male slave and his mistress got out first and then came our turn as the bellhop led the way to my room, I could see the amusement on her face at my relief at escaping the awkwardness of the solicitation in the lift.
My room looked out at the curve of the ring, they had thousands of miles barely arcing up into a narrowing rectagle, ending like a silvery pin. A glance at the rule book had the facts and figures, they had twenty thousand square kilometres of habitable surface, small beer when you realised it was going to be 3.264x10^17 meters total when they finished.
My wait for the tutor was mercifully short, a look around my room had shown that here was a selection of brochures on the bedside table, the TV gave access to the hotels channel with snippets of news blanketed with adverts.
The bed was soft and that was where I lying when the door announced her.
"Ms Arntong, your tutor is outside."
"Let her in," I ordered as I rolled off the bed.
""Greetings Mr Bently, or may I call you Frank?"
"Frank is fine by me."
"Good, I'm Anna Arntong, you can call me Anna. I represent the Clodaugh Bureau; we supply guides and escorts for visitors...."
I let her give me the talk about strict laws and the different precincts, that was why I'd ended up in this hotel, I'd given Sue the simple order 'near the medical zone' and been surprised to walk into this. She gave me a rundown of where nudity was permitted, the contractual limits on slavery.
"Have you got any slaves," she asked, ticking it off her mental list.
"Not with me, but I'll be bringing them ashore later."
My answer stopped her and her assumptions.
"Then you need to teach them all the rules before they land. That's the biggest category of arrests when people bring their own slaves," she warned me.
She was through enough to drill me on the law and explain more before handing me a card with a scrolling synopsis. I thanked her and watched her hips sway as I walked her to the door.
Now I was free to check out the contact I had, a name and an office in the medical district, I assumed it would be safe to walk with my pad to give me directions. Ship time and Ring time were out of sync, for the most part that didn't matter in a twenty four hour society but office time was daytime and I'd have to go when it was open, some six hours from now.
For me it was mid morning, I'd docked after an early breakfast and I was beginning to feel peckish, I'd come in casual clothes, slacks and a roll neck, downstairs had left me feeling distinctly overdressed, I stood out like a sore thumb with clothes on.
I studied the map and saw there was well enough time to get over to the casinos and grab a bite there; they were only twenty minutes down the light rail. Grabbing my things I headed out and followed the pad's directions to the stop.
My fellow passengers were a mixed bunch, most were nondescript worker types spouting a variety of uniforms either going or coming from their duties, here and there were nudes, slaves of some sort, mostly on leads excepting for a hunky guy with a red collar.
The casino was part of a complex that reached nearly the full mile to the rim, the tram had taken us through a beautiful countryside of wide fields of grain, food being their biggest export and the mainstay of their economy.
Inside the lobby nude boys and girls gave away tokens for the various establishments as come ons, I took a few in passing as I made my way to a discrete little restaurant on the second floor. Even here there were slaves, two female ones were against a wall with their leashes on hooks.
Naturally the serving staff were naked as well, wearing blue collars. The food I ordered was prompt and tasty and I relaxed back with coffee feeling the contentment of a full belly. I still had hours to kill so I ran the gauntlet and collected a few more tokens as I was welcome in to find more blue and red collared slaves circulating.
I walked through the barrage of slots and into its depths and adjusting to the dimmer warmer lights. I glanced around the usual array of game and went to stand observing the roulette with its pinging little ball.