AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is part 1 of a series that takes part in the same universe as my series 'Comfort in the New World'. However this series is essentially stand-alone and can be read on its own. In short, in this future world the Guild of Humanity provide mental and physical training to people of the utmost moral and psychological condition as Agents of Comfort. These agents provide services of intimacy to those in need -- rich or poor. But sometimes they are used for more subtle and nefarious purposes...
The themes involved are non-consent, sexual slavery, freeuse, and mystery. It also contains religious elements, though the religion depicted is completely fictional and not based on any real-life belief what so ever.
All characters are above 18 years of age and are entirely fictitious.
The trade ship that brought us to Palaxion had been crowded but the trip had been a mere two days. My companion Elosia and myself had found a hidden nook to ourselves where we spent most of the journey in relative isolation. The ship had been full of mostly women though also a few men, all bound for the same destination and fate. Everyone we talked to spoke in fearful tones about our destination; Planet Palaxion.
Once we made landfall we were taken into separate vehicles, me and Elosia herded off together and headed out across the barren, hostile landscape. Palaxion was a rocky uninhabitable world except for the thousands of domed hamlets and towns that dotted its surface, most with the same, barbaric societal structure that was the reason for me and Elosia being here.
The vehicle approached one of these hamlets now and an airlocked entrance opened to admit us. The doors shut behind us and sound returned as we were surrounded by oxygen once more.
"No way to escape." Elosia whispered to me and I nodded. We'd known about it, but still -- seeing how impossible it would be to get out of here was a grim reminder of our mission's inherent danger.
"Right, out you go!" the driver said and opened the hatch to let us out. We stepped out into a paved area surrounded by neat bushes. A man in a business suit stood flanked by two guards with batons, waiting for us. He walked up to the driver and they shook hands.
"Pleasant journey?" the man in the suit asked.
"No troubles." the driver said and motioned towards the two of us. "These two I think will do you very nicely, if I do say so myself." They walked over to us and the man in the suit took a long, good look at us. We were very different in build, which had been part of the reason why we were selected. I was 5'7 with wide hips and large, full breasts, while Elosia was 5'5 and petite. She had blond, shoulder-length hair, versus my fiery red which I kept a little short, in bangs.
"Mm, very nice. Who are you?"
"I'm Elosia."
"Taliah." I said and the man shook his head.
"Not trained?"
"Guess not." The driver grinned. "Not part of the job description, I'm afraid."
"How much?"
"I think six hundred for both." The man in the suit gave a whistle.
"I think you're trying to make a fool of me." The driver feigned shock.
"Come on, Farren," he walked over and suddenly pulled my top halfway down my belly; My naked breasts fell out, exposed to everyone. His hand grabbed one and squeezed it. "Look as these juicy tits! And the other's one nice and slim! Easy worth Six hundred!" My whole body froze as this strange man fondled me and the suited man -- Farren -- eyed me carefully. Elosia let out a sigh next to me.
"Give you Five-seventy-five." The driver grumbled but accepted. They exchanged some information on their wristbands while I quickly re-zipped my jumpsuit. One of the guards watched me and sneered at me. The driver climbed back into his vehicle and Farren gave a quick command to the guards. They assumed position on either side of me and Elosia and we were escorted away.
"This is the town of Tuls," Farren said. "do you understand why you've been brought here?" we both played the part and shook our heads but Farren wasn't having it. "Don't bullshit me, I know you must have heard the others talk on the ship here, you must at least have heard the rumours." I meekly nodded and he seemed encourage. "So, what do they say?"
"They say you bring women here to be... to be used." He stopped and looked me dead in the eye.
"'Used'." He scoffed. "Such an inadequate description. You are here because we need you. All will be explained." He then gestured to the guards. "Take them to the temple." They lead us further into two and as we walked I looked around, taking in my surroundings.
Tuls was, to my surprised, a lovely town. Completely enclosed by a dome to keep in the air it was nonetheless tranquil, with greenery and water features adoring the roads. People chatted to each other on the corners and homely little houses lined the streets in neat rows. In spite of our briefing and my training I found myself relaxing: Maybe the rumours were exaggerated, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.7
At the center of town lay a large, semi-spherical-shaped building, mimicking the structure of the town's dome. We were lead into a side door and into a small room, where the guards told us to wait.
"Are you alright?" Elosia asked me as soon as the guards left.
"Yes. You?"
"Nervous, but yeah. Okay."
"It's... not quite what I expected." I admitted.
"No, it's not. Just..." she searched for something to say. "Remember our training." She finally landed on and I nodded. We had volunteered and passed all the psych evaluations so they had sent us despite my inexperience, a fact that made me proud. I wanted to do well, yet it seemed Elosia felt more confident than me, which made me jealous.
A door leading further into the building opened and Farren walked in. His suit was gone, replaced by a ceremonial black robe, and now two more guards had joined him. He ushered for us to follow and the guards gave us stern looks so we obeyed.
We were marched down a corridor and I heard voices -- sounded like dozens. We emerged into a large gathering hall, like a church -- rows of benches and a pulpit. The place was packed -- fifty, sixty people, easily. Mostly men but a few women, too. In front of the pulpit were two tables, large enough for a grown person to lie on. I saw straps hanging from them and my first tingling of genuine fear went through my body. As soon as I faltered a single step the guards grabbed me and held me steady. Farren walked up to the pulpit and with a wave of his arms the crowd silenced.
"Friends and neighbours. Today is a wonderful day. The ships have come, their cargo has been distributed and we have received our bounty. Our ancestors bless us with these two," he indicated us. "to service our town with their bodies." I felt every eye in the room fall upon us. Farren spoke again:
"Now, let us begin." He nodded and suddenly the guards were tearing out clothes off. I barely had time to struggle before I was standing naked on the clean, cold tiled floor, trying to cover myself. I needn't have bothered because the next second the guards picked us up, two on each of us and moved us, predictably to the tables. I wriggled, trying to get free but couldn't escape the guards. They forced me down on the table and I felt straps go around my hands and legs. Someone hit a button and the straps went tight -- my hands pinned to the table and my legs splayed open.
"Let the anointing begin." Farren said and walked towards us. I sensed movement all around as the rest of the congregation got up and I heard belts come undone, flies being unzipped. I squirmed and struggled and watched Farren stand close to me.
"What are you doing?" I said and Farren held up a finger.
"Sssh. This is a sacred moment, do not spoil it." He opened his robe. His cock was out and already erect. He placed himself at my head and held it over me and started stroking it. He closed his eyes, lost in his own reverie as he jerked himself off. After a short while he moved and walked over to Elosia and kept stroking himself while mumbling. I sensed people waiting nearby and craned my head to look down. I saw my naked, exposed body and my heaving breasts with erect nipples from the chilly room. Dozens of men stood, patiently waiting at the foot of the table, many with their dicks out, already stroking themselves.
Farren paced back to me, his strokes growing faster and faster, I heard a moan escape his lips and again wriggled to get free.
"Don't!" I whimpered and that seemed to send him over the edge. Cum blasted out from his cock and splashed onto me, all over my breasts and tummy. I cried out in disgust. Farren leaned in and to my absolute horror dragged his sticky cock over my forehead.
"I anoint you in the name of Palaxion and of the town Tuls." He intoned, out of breath. He scooped up some of his own cum from my breast and walked back to Elosia. He dragged his cock over her forehead, too and grasped her breast with his hand, smearing his cum over her as well.
"I anoint you in the name of Palaxion and of the town Tuls." He said again, closed his robe and declared loudly: "These two now belong to us. Anoint them, friends!"
Eager, hungry hands were on my before I knew what was happening. My breasts were fondles, my stomach rubbed and fingers travelled up my legs and disappeared inside me.
"No! Stop, stop!" I cried out, disgusted and embarrassed but all I got my trouble was a man -- I didn't even see who -- who stuck his cock into my mouth. I sucked on it on pure instinct for a second before I tried to pull away but he held my head still and pushed himself towards me.
Panicking I thought the best thing to do was to finish him quickly so I wrapped my tongue around his head and to my relief he exploded almost instantly. He held me in placing, forcing it into my mouth until he pulled away and cum dripped out from my lips; I refused to swallow.
