After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had figured out my profile alright. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.
After what I think was some pretty intense testing it looked like I was going to get a three day weekend off. I mean not everybody has the Director of the Boom-boom Room have you for a sexy three day sleep-over. Better still she wanted to be a slave and me the Dom. I was looking forward to sitting back, watching TV and having my cock sucked whenever I wanted. Boy was I wrong.
What was supposed to be a relaxing three day weekend turned into a combination of hell and tension? I make a wrong move and BAM! Her Android Bruno the high and mighty Mark Twelve sex android is beating the hell out of my ass. I kept forgetting I'm Marcy McDermott's Boy-Toy there for her pleasure. I never considered being a Dom was such hard work. The worst was when I was taken into her condo's garden bent over a man-size saw-horse made of logs, tied down, flogged, and left in the morning sun for any passer-by to see. But she didn't live in a condo; it was one of the guest houses of her father's mansion. For all I knew her father could be on the other side of the hedge watching what was going on? Good thing he gave her privacy, I was spanking, flogging, buggering, and fucking the heck out of her for the past two days.
To make the story even more complicated Marcy is no longer the Director of the Boom-boom Room but promoted to sales of sex slave contracts. With thirty more new slaves from Earth coming in she has to make room in the hotel. The Boom-boom Room Interplanetary is making record profits and just has to have a party celebrating what Daddy McDermott has been up to. He figures his daughter would be embarrassed at having her career as a Hotel Manager side-tracked so he invited her and her boyfriend to the party. So we're going to surprise him and fight back.
"You look fine," assured Marcy as she headed towards the front door.
"I look like a poor imitation of Elvis," I said to her as we stopped at the main entrance to the Mansion. "And I'm not wearing this silly wig," I added taking it off.
"But sir," insisted Bruno picking up the wig, "that's the fashion; all new singing sensations consider it good luck to dress like Clone-Elvis Tornado. He was legendary in copying Elvis Presley movies from Earth and making them into Free Skyes entertainment."
"This is insane," I explained to Marcy, "an Earthman, imitating a Free Skyes Entertainer who made a reputation by imitating a famous Earthman. Can I at least show something creative?"
"Alright," agreed Marcy, "but keep the pants on, they look good."
"As you wish Mistress," I smiled tossing the Elton John glasses. I then ditched the jewellery except the gigolo ring, scarf and I left the collar open.
"You're showing off you're a Bonded Slave," asked Marcy.
"Yes," I smiled, "I just wished I have one that said I'm the property of Marcy McDermott."
"Rule number one of business," she smiled and kissed me, "don't get addicted to the product."
She turned and headed into the Mansion. Marcy was dressed to the nines, long sleeveless silk dress with a daring slits up both side and no jewellery. I buttoned up my shirt, no reason to show off my chest, it has been shaved bare since the day I arrived at Free Skyes. The entrance was quite the site to see. Real wood carved interior that showed class, and crass, the carving were of naked men and women in one long orgy that went up the columns to the ceiling. Two armed guards in light battle armour stood by the door. Security scanners were used to see if we carried weapons or recording devises.
"The Androids check out," said one guards, "company property." Bruno and Mandy were naked, and it seemed appropriate.
"Nice to see you Mistress Marcy," said the second. "You sure you want to come in here? They said you're responsible for the mess, we can't see how."
"Oh I'm the whipping girl of the month," smiled Marcy as she blew kisses at both. "And don't let Mister Charlie talking nice to me you you'll both be on Transport Duty."
"Yes Ma'am," they both said. The first stopped me and looked at his scanner as he turned me around.
"A glass Chastity belt," he whistled. "Why cover it up with pants?"
"Because I still own that ass," said Marcy dragging me away from the two.
"Why can't we fuck a nice ass like that," I heard one say to the other.
"Because we don't make enough to buy it now," said the second. "We still had Boy-Toy Singer."
"I still get horny watching his videos," said the first.
"Hi little brother," laughed a voice.
We turned and saw Prince Johnass Fracisco von Studdlebock, inside his punishment cube. A prise possession of the Boom-boom Room Interplanetary was to be entrusted with the care and punishment of the fallen Dictator of the Middle Kingdom. Normally it cost one credit to whip the dictator, that evening guest could come and do it for free. Several businessmen, women, and servicemen all from the Middle Kingdom would whip him and even have pictures to take home.
"Why does he keep calling me little brother," I had to ask Marcy.
"Because you have a smaller penis than him," she laughed.
"A Bonded Slave as a house guest," said a deep voiced Officer from the Middle Kingdom who glared down his long dark nose at me. "Mistress Marcy," he snapped and bowelled like a Prussian Officer to her, "the Imperial Brothel is a drab and weary place without you."
"Count Zoibe," she crooned and lifted her cheek for him to kiss. "If we were in private I'd let you kiss my lower cheeks."
"I would gladly do so right her," he smiled. Then glared at me and told her "even before this worthless slave."
"Careful," she smile, "he's my new boyfriend and slated for Admiral Speedwell's use."
"I've heard the rumours," he said appraising me. Oh he was big, built like a power forward for the Boston Celtics. Grey Commando Uniform, braids, badges, high polished boots, cape, cap with lots of scrambled eggs on it, and armed with a laser-sword, a talent. "Too bad I took a vowel of chastity. I would love to look inside your mind and figure out why an Ancient would be fascinated by a photo of you."
"Lucky me," I smiled nervously, "you guys from the Middle Kingdom are just so big."
"Oh," he said taking my hand and making me feel the bulge in his pants. "It's not that kind of chastity. I just can't use my talent and invade your mind. Pity though I don't deal with sex slaves who are used by rowdy common spacemen. But since they promoted you, you may be of a class I would like to spend time with."
"I'll brush up on my high class cooking," I stammered wondering how hard he would hit.
"Oh Pontiac," Marcy whispered into my ear and winked at the Count. "He relaxes like me. Punish him well and he'll jerk off on your ass and lick it off." The Count gave an embarrassed smile and nodded to me.
"Count Zoibe," said a loud voice of a man who considered that he was very important, "good to see you."
"Duty calls," smiled the Count who turned away and politely greeted the loudmouth.
"So what do we do next," I asked taking a drink off a tray from a passing waiter coolly.
"Try not to get in trouble," said Marcy taking the drink away from me. "Get him Root Beer," she told Mandy.
"Those things are energy drinks," I whispered to her, "one sip and my dick is screaming."
"Consider it a mild punishment," Bruno said into my ear as Marcy ignored me while leading me through the crowd.
"Marcy," laughed a polite voice.
"Uncle Paul," she laughed as she greeted an older gentleman. He was from Free Skyes and didn't get a nose job. However his tuxedo was expensive enough to say he had money.
"Pontiac meet Uncle Paul," she smiled showing me the older gent. For some reason he reminded me of Mel Brooks.
"Wow the famous singer," he laughed in a mock outrage, "put her there." I shook hands with a joy-buzzer that shocked me to my toes. "What a fool," he laughed.
"Uncle Paul, use to have the most famous comedy show on Free Skyes," Marcy explained.
"So not all the McDermott's are into Hotels," I smiled.
"Oh boy is he fresh off the ship," he laughed. "My stage name is Uncle Paul," he explained.
"So you're a retired entertainer, here to liven up the party?"
"I may have to punish you right here," hissed Marcy, "Uncle Paul is the owner of Live Action Network."
"Live Action Network," I gasped and fell to my knees, "forgive me Master I'm such a Miserable slave." I made loud kissing noises at his feet.
"Hey I'm no religious object," he said dancing away.
"Fool," I laughed pointing at him. Marcy gagged on her drink and Uncle Paul nearly fell on the floor rolling with laughter.
"Oh great Lord," he chuckled and helped me to my feet. "You should work for me."
"When I'm a free man I'll look you up."
"What that collar is for real," he asked fingering my collar.
"I'm surprised," said Marcy, "one of your stars has put up a bond on him."
"Who?"
"Dianna Chankor," she explained, "she and her husband put a million credit bond for him."
"You mean if I come up with a million plus credits I could have this guy on staff?"
"He's a bonded sex slave Uncle Paul, he had no skills."
"Hummm," he said then felt my crotch, "what's this: a chastity belt?"
"Oh," smiled Marcy as he pushed me towards a side-table, "drop'em and bend over the table."
It wasn't an unusual request, the ornate side tables were used just for that reason. Some men and women were bending over for a few light spanks or even sex. Uncle Paul paused for a long time and talked quietly to Marcy. If it wasn't for all the noise in the room I would have heard what was going on. They turned me around and he admired my penis.
"You are a mystery," Uncle Paul told me as he helped me pull up my underpants and trousers. Strangely he gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. "I'll be seeing you."
"What was that all about," I asked as he continued to mingle.
"He just might adopt you," said Marcy.
"What?"
"Pontiac Jones," gushed a young lady wearing a dark blue evening gown. "Oh please spank me," he lifter her gown and bent over a side table revealing her naked ass.
"Tramp," said Marcy leading me away. "She probably threw her panties at somebody else."
The party was something Hugh Marston Hefner would have wet dreams over. Music Producers who counted number one record by the number of star systems their performers worked. Uncle Paul was the local Media mogul, but representatives from Free Zones on other systems came to pay homage to Marcy's Father. High Officers of the Governor's Fleets came to thank him for providing over three hundred Talented Officers. Larger more powerful industrialist kept vacation villas in the Free Zones came by to do business as well.
