The Taer

I bring you a little something that's been buzzing around in my evil little brain for a while. I am solely responsible for the content of this story. This story may not be reproduced, copied or retransmitted by any means known or unknown and any mistakes are of my own doing. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. This story has BDSM and Mind Control in it, so if this isn't your cup of whisky go read something else. As always if you do like what you're reading please like, follow and vote and don't be afraid to leave a comment below. Thank you.

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My ships comms came to life. 'Ship approaching, this is the Imperial Dreadnaught Emperors Fist. Identify at once or be destroyed.' It blared out.

'Emperors Fist, Imperial scout 147, requesting docking instructions, over.' I sent.

'147, send your clearance code and cargo manifest.' They sent to me. I sent the codes that would allow me to land and sell my cargo and a copy of the manifest of what I was hauling. A minute later they called me back.

'147 you are cleared to bay 34, dock 18. Your buyer has been informed of your arrival; you will be meet. Maintain your present course and speed. Welcome back 147.' The female voice said and then the comms went silent yet again.

I smiled and looked at the screen showing my cargo bay and its beautiful, but silent cargo of 63 human females. They were naked, hooded and each had a control collar around their neck. Their ankles and wrists were in restraints and secured to the deck and bulkheads behind them, I had captured them just 32 of your hours ago and decided to return and off load before going out yet again.

I also had a load of other things that would bring me additional credits, your earth whiskey was a great delicacy and very popular on both the ship and back on the home world. Not that I would really know, they really didn't like scouts back on the home world. We were something of a necessary evil, able to blend into the population of a distant world and move through without causing too much of a disturbance. I believe you humans have a saying for this. 'Soldiers and dogs, keep off the grass.'

Just exactly who was I? I am Imperial Scout 147; I really didn't have a name. I was an orphan from the Imperial takeover of Kaliph. You won't find it on any of your star maps, although it is in the constellation you call Cygnus by the star you call Deneb. When I'm on your planet I used the name John, it was easy to remember and fairly common not to mention the fact that there were over 3 million Johns in just the US alone. I had been raised to serve the empire sense I was 3 years of age; I was now somewhere around 33 of your years old I really didn't look it because those in the empire aged much slower. For a chameleon like me that was a bonus, we usually aged much faster. We were handy for assassinations, scouting a planet prior to invasion and to capture slaves. Now your earth was way too violent for an invasion, and you'd been scouted for years. Your females made excellent slaves and the 'waters could mix' with a tiny amount of help, I had lucked out and managed to find 2 buses filled with a collage gymnastic team and coaches. For me this would be a huge haul worth 25 to 50+ million credits easily, maybe more, the other items would bring in at least 8 - 10 million credits. A few more hauls like this and I could retire, so to speak to a pleasure world or maybe I would see more of this universe.

20 minutes later I was captured by the bay tractor beam and pulled in, I cut my engines back to idle and was towed to the proper dock. I felt the 'Clunks' as the docking arms latched onto the 'Bolts' on each side of the shuttle and pulled me in tight, the docking tube extended out and latched onto the hatch. 'Pressure equalized, safe for entry.' The ships computer told me, and I released the pressure seals, opening the hatch. 'John are you in here?' I heard Khell call out as he walked aboard.

'Where else would I be Khell.' I called back and he entered the command deck. I was petting the head of my new slave; she was an Asian with long black hair, a tight body and small tits. She was still trying to break free of the collars control but so far had done everything I had told her to do. She had screamed and begged as I had her undress each and every girl and coach, she had called their names over and over again as I stood there and laughed. All she could do was strip them naked, hood them and place them in restraints, I had made her strip last.

She had danced to a sexy tune that I had heard at a strip club, I had really scored there, netting 26 high end young pleasure slaves at the end of the night. It had been 2 months back that I had made that score, and I had celebrated hard afterwards.

'Well, let's see your latest haul John, from what I saw on the pad I know I can get you a good price.' Khell told me and walked back towards the cargo bay. I slid out of my command chair to follow him. 'Stay slave, don't move or speak.' I told the new piece of meat and followed him back. He was already fondling the 'goods' and making notes on his pad. 'Ummm, yess, very nice John, very nice indeed. Prime meat here, I know several that will want this one. A little fat on this one but still very nice she'll sell well.' Khell said slowly walking around the compartment making marks and setting a price for each one.

10 minutes later he was finished, walking over to me he was smiling from ear hole to ear hole. 'If the right buyers bid, you'll easily make 28 to 55 million credits maybe more. The minimum you'll make that I can see is 22 to 35 million. Your other cargo will bring a great price of 9 to 15 million credits easy.' Khell went on as I just stood there listening to him.

'I'll tell you what Khell, unload me and we'll see what these new slaves bring in, I have a line on several new batches like these that you see here.' I told him. He gave me a look of 'tell me more', but I left him hanging as he waited. He finally cleared his throat and pressed a button on his wrist comp unit, and I heard several beings come aboard and into the bay. 'All these and the lower cargo bay also to my spot.' He said as I walked out and sat back down in my command chair to watch. 'Wave bye bye to your friend's slave, they're off to be sold.' I told her as laughed as she cried and did as I had told her. None of her friends could see her as they were led off my ship and to a new life.

3 hours later my wrist com buzzed, I looked at the incoming message informing me that 9.3 million credits had been deposited in my account bringing it up to 423,111,209 million credits. I was shooting for 750 million which would allow me to buy a plot of land and live out my remaining day comfortably. Chameleons normally don't last much past their 55th to 60th season. I arranged to have my ship serviced and refueled and decided to head for the main mall deck to get some higher quality food stuffs.

My new slave walked behind me carrying my smaller buys, her collar had a tracking chip in it as well as several other things that would stop her dead in her tracks should she try and run. I lead her by a short leash from store to store as I picked things out for both myself and my new fuck toy. I have to admit that you humans have a wider selection of sex toys and items then the empire does, you seem to spend a lot of time either thinking about or watching sex movies and scenes.

I finally stopped to eat at a little cafe near the lifts that would take me back to my ship. Khell joined me near the end of my meal and sat across from me smiling. I could tell he wanted to blurt something out. 'Okay Khell, what's eating at you.' I asked.

'John if you can come up with a haul like that again you'll be set for life.' He whispered to me as my wrist comp buzzed.

He smirked and nodded to me. I opened the banking profile and saw the number of credits that had just gone in. 101.34 million credits, now bringing me up to 524.45 million credits. Even taking out the 255K credits for docking and service fees I was still well over 500 million. 'Who was it Khell.' I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. 'I don't know, and I really don't care because it was a very profitable day for both of us.' He said and gave me another smile and then got up and left me with my new pet. I smiled at her and sat back, I needed a new name for her, it was something for later.

'Come slut, it's time to head back to the ship and for me to collect more of your sisters as slaves, maybe from another collage or other school, and you're going to be the bait for the trap.' I told her and I watched her start crying all over again.

Once back aboard I sealed everything up and launched back out into space. Once free of the space around the Emperors Fist, I set the auto pilot and stowed the things I had bought away. I then drug my new fuck toy into my sleeping area and made her do everything I wanted. By the Gods I do enjoy gymnast and their flexibility, muscle tone and strength, we chameleons were a vigorous bunch when we fucked. Not to mention our stamina and refractory time. After 3 hours of fucking and sucking, I left cunt laying on her pad and crawled into my bed for some sleep.

It was the proximity alarm that awoke me 5 hour later and I went to the bridge to figure out what was going on. Sensors told me another ship was on an intercept course, but other than that no other information as to who it was or what they wanted. I placed my weapons systems into ready mode but left the targeting sensors off still, no sense in letting them know that I had already spotted them. I studied the scan data and could come up with only one answer, pirates.

Shit! I really didn't need this headache right now. I slipped into the armory and pulled on my heavy combat gear then placed my still sleeping slave into a pod that I kept in my room and closed the door to it. Going back to the bridge I brought up my weapons load. For such a small ship, just over 32 of your meters long, 9 wide and 7.5 high it had quite the punch and could take on ships many times its size. I readied 2 plasma torps and the heavy lasers to make someone's life very difficult.

I let it come closer and when it had closed to within 100,000 Kems, (roughly 1.23 of your Kilometers = 1 Kem) away I decided it was time to let them know I had them in my sights. 'Unknown ship, you are approaching an Imperial scout, identify at once or be destroyed.' I sent and activated my targeting systems. This system gave me much more refined data on what was coming my way, I really didn't like what I was seeing. The power signature told me that the ship was a frigate, but it wasn't scanning like one, it was definitely a pirate ship. They had attacked shuttles before but never an Imperial Scout ship, whoever this was, was obviously desperate.

I let whoever it was, close to within 40,000 Kems then fired 4 torps at me, I fired 2 plasma torps back and readied 2 more and brought up one of the latest additions, a stealth shield and quickly powered down. In a very real sense, I had just disappeared from his sensors. I dropped down and moved out at an oblique angle for several minutes and then turned into him again and fired 2 more torps. He now had 4 torps moving in on him, either way he turned he would be under attack by me as I 'Ducked' under him and fired my lasers at his engines. I didn't want to destroy him unless I needed to, what I really wanted was to disable him and have the Fist pick him up and interrogate him.

I saw his engine area light up and the plasma exhaust cones go dark as the ship started a slow negative pitch and yaw to a port tumble, for good measure I shot the engine compartment several more time and my sensors recorded several pieces flying off. Including a main power coupling, I knew they couldn't fake that kind of damage and would take several hours to repair, if they had a spare handy that is.

'Emperors Fist, Imperial scout 147. I have a damaged pirate ship at Shum1943 by Stug7330. Over.' I transmitted and waited for a reply.

'Scout 147, this is Imperial warship T'Kal, we have monitored your weapons discharges. By the order of his Imperial Majesty, you are ordered to cut your engines and prepare to be boarded for inspection.' They replied. 'Failure to comply with these orders and you will be destroyed.'

I sighed and sat back in my command couch. 'Warship T'Kal, Imperial Scout 147, coming to dead stop and transmitting Imperial seal, I await your inspection.' I replied and went to retrieve my slave for her pod. 10 minutes later I heard the clamps close around my hull and the docking ring mate to my hatch. The ships computer told me the seal was good, and I released the safety seal.

My hatch opened at once and a large Grell in heavy armor with a heavy pulse carbine came through and looked at me then grunted. 'Uhhhh, a Kaliph, I should have smelled your stench through the hull plates.' He snarled as 3 more Grell shock troops came through the hatch and spread out to quickly search my ship. A humanoid looking Officer came through the hatch and stood there waiting for them to return and report.

He walked over to me once they returned and held out his hand. 'Your warrant 147.' He said in a bored voice and barely looked at it once I turned it over. 'You are aware of the laws 147 about attacking other ships.'

I just smiled at him. 'Would you like to see the data tracks of the 4 he fired at me first Lieutenant?' I asked. He simply waved his hand dismissing the information I had.

We staired at each other and I could feel that he was getting nervous, and I knew I needed to act to get away from him. 'If you don't mind Lieutenant, I'd like to get on with my mission. Unless you'd like to challenge an Imperial Seal that is, in which case I'm sure that an Imperial Arbiter could be quickly located from the Emperors Fist and be brought over to handle any problem you might have with my seal.' I said. I could see him shift from side to side, he really didn't want an Arbiter looking into his activities, they had the power to do pretty much whatever they wanted and very few were safe from their scrutiny.

He quickly handed me my seal back and waved his Grell's out. 'Try to keep your fingers off the trigger 147.' He said and stepped through the hatch. I quickly closed it up and activated the seals yet again. I felt the tube and clamps release as I fired up my engines and took up my original heading. I sent a tight beam to the Fist about the incident along with the vid record of the interaction of the Lieutenant and myself. Somehow, I suspected that they might be receiving a visit in the near future.

After a 33-hour trip back to earth I settled my ship back into its base and brought my slave up to her new living space, you see where gold is kind of hard to recover on your planet, in the asteroid belt there are huge hunks of it just floating around. At over 3000 of your dollars an ounce the 23-ton chunk I'd recovered 2 years ago was more than enough to make me richer than 99% of people on this planet. Once or twice a year I would go to another city and sell several pounds of this gold to a dealer and walk out with the money I needed to do the things I did on your planet.

You humans were defiantly money driven and would do anything to get it including trying to steal from me. Let's just say the last one that tried to rip me off, he had a short, exciting time before being collared, chastity caged then transported to a pickup point. He sold for a few hundred thousand and was now a pleasure gimp, or so I heard.

I brought my new pet up into the house and released the leash from her collar and let her look around. 'You my go outside but only until you hear the collar beep slave, you will cook and clean and please me as I ready for my next mission.' I tell her and watch her look out a window. 'You will address me as Master and if you try to escape, I can always take you back to the ship and lock you up or store you in a cage, you humans are very inventive that way.'

'Ummmm, where are we? what happened to my friends? why did you do this to us? are you going to enslave the earth?' She asks quickly and I give her a quick zap from her collar. She fell to her knees and started begging again. 'Please don't hurt me, please, I'll do whatever you say, don't hurt me please sir. I'll be your slave sir just please don't hurt me.' She groveled out and crawled into a corner trying to hide and protect herself.

I sighed and sat down to watch a little of your many television shows, you humans have so many and while some are just a comedy, I do enjoy learning more about your violent past and the planet as a whole. I really like watching shows about space, you've got quite a bit wrong, you've also gotten quite a bit right, there are literally 100s of thousands of planets out there with intelligent life on them. Most are like your earth in technology, some are farther ahead, some way behind.

I pressed a stud in my wrist guard and heard the beep just a few feet away, I looked over the back of the couch I was sitting on and saw my slave still curled in the corner she had crawled into to try and protect herself. 'Come here slave.' I said and pointed to a spot in front of me. She crawled over and knelt before me, her head was down, and I could see her trembling in fear.

'Yes sir?' She said in a quiet voice. I didn't even look at her as she cringed.

'Fix dinner slave, you'll find a list in the kitchen of things to make, make enough for yourself too.' I said. 'Go slave.' I made a shooing motion with my hand.

'Yes sir.' She said and crawled to the kitchen. I could her looking for things and familiarizing herself with my kitchen layout, I hoped like the underverse that she could actually cook and if she could, it would alleviate one more thing that I wouldn't have to do any more. Not that I couldn't cook for myself, I would just rather have someone else do it for me, that's all.

I sat at the table eating what my new cunt had fixed, it wasn't half bad, not quite as good as I would have made but not bad. I had allowed her a plate on the floor and bowl of water to drink. I knew that I would have to get her a proper set of bowls to eat and drink from, I really didn't want her to break things. I would allow her to cook, clean and warm my bed, but other than that she would be little more than a pet for my pleasure.

I finished my meal and looked down at the girl who I had called many things so far and decided to finally mane her. 'Look at me slut.' I told her. She looked up at me and I could see the fear in her eyes. 'I shall call you Rya, yes slave Rya, that is your new name.'

'Rya, Master? what does it mean?' She asked. I made a note on my wrist comp and sent the data to my ships AI unit; it quickly signaled back that it had received the data and locked it in.

I looked over at her and smiled. 'Dream, my slave.' I told her and checked the college sports schedules for women's sports teams that would be on the move in the near future. I found several and plotted them on out on a map being careful not to call to much attention to my area or the areas of other takers, I'd learned that lesson early on when I was first doing just scouting missions many of your years ago.

I let my slave watch the evening shows with me and even took in the local news the led her into my bedroom. 'You have 2 choices slave; you can sleep with me or sleep in the dungeon pinned to a cross all night. If you sleep with me, I will take your body whenever, however I chose, and you will have no say in it. If you try to fight me, I will shock you and then chain you to a post outside and let whatever walks by have you and go find another slave.' I told her. 'Those are your choices slave, so chose now.'

Rya looked at the bed and at her now naked Master, she remembered how many times he had made her scream and beg to cum on the trip back to earth, she really didn't like the sound of the word dungeon and wanted stay out of there as much as she could. 'Slave will obey master and warm his bed Master.' She said and lowered her head; she could see his cock begin to harden and grow. 'Master, how big is your cock?' She asked, it looked longer than her forearm and upper arm. She had no idea how he was going to put all of that into her body.