Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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She felt a cold dread in the pit of her stomach when the android called her name out from the rest of the work crew.
"Linia Anet! Step into the left assignment slot."
Everyone knew what this meant when these kinds of reassignments occurred.
It was mostly the same thing for the Ymeric slaves held in bondage within the Kalthian Stellar Domain.
Get born and grow up on one of the 'reserve' planets where the Anathi slave raiders dumped their successful captures from across the stellar rift. Get an 'indentured contract' pinned to your name, with leverage of family members' lives as collateral to discourage escape attempts. Then find yourself traded to either a noble clades venture as forced labor, or pressed into military service as an auxiliary, fighting who knows what horrors out in the depths of space.
....and then of course, for a small, individually selected few, mostly women, there is the job that everyone knows of, but always tries to avoid talking about.
Sex.
Kalthian Society was not an open or liberal one like the other Free Human Enclaves outside of the wider Hegemony. Even within it, there were other cultures that were somewhat better than how things developed with the Kalthians themselves.
Every social interaction, especially within the upper strata, was heavily ritualized, with expectations on how to behave, how to dress, even how to talk. Courting parties were always overseen by 'morality watchers' to ensure that the men and women present behaved exactly according to Kalthian expectations, and when it came to sex, both parties were always supposed to wear thick body coverings, and not get too into one another.
Everyone hated this of course. But the 'Ethics Warden' class had a stranglehold on their society, and although they could not make actual laws, they could still ruin and stigmatize Kalthians who didn't adhere to their insane 'edicts'
But they didn't have virtually any say over the other peoples that inhabited the Domain's thirty-odd cluster of systems, including the enslaved Ymeric's bought in and traded by the Anathi.
Ymeric's were exotic, their tribal cultures mostly unknown to outsiders, and they seemingly held a high value on being capable warriors and survivors.
Also, of all the Gene-Descendants that legacy humanity had created, they seemed to have a special allure about them. With many agreeing that Ymeric women especially, possessed a striking beauty about them.
Strong, fast, and agile, but also retaining their femininity. They have become a favorite target across the Stellar western part of the Hegemony, particularly by the wealthy men of Kalthian society, which hosts large populations of Ymerics as forced laborers.
It was that seedy, unspoken fact. All across the systems of the Domain, groups of men, and sometimes even women, with the wealth and station to act upon their urges, got together. They invested in secret hideaways. Old Hollowed out asteroids, out of the way moons, anyplace where the Ethics busybodies did not have the power to reach. Both to hide stolen and undeclared assets, and as places to enjoy unrestrained appetites on not-so-willing 'servants'.
...and now, Linia Anet, Kithsister of the Brightstorm tribe. Knew without a shadow of a doubt.
She had been selected to go to one of these places.
She lowered her head as she walked over to the separated section. Also occupied by three other women. She watched as the rest of the work crews were given their reassignments.
No others were called into the section she was now in, she had been the last.
"All crews, head over to your work assignments boarding decks. Those who lag behind will receive disciplinary sanctions!"
Another android, this one just a torso fixed to the overhead watch office, ushered them all to the waiting transports.
Linia made no attempt to talk to the other women with her, they all remained silent as they made their way to the ship on the west side of the 'workstables'.
Her gut was aching now, uncontrollable spasms were erupting in her stomach as her brain wondered what was in store for her.
She and the other Ymeric Women silently entered the vessel, with a cold certainty of the future that awaited them.
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The Purchase.
The Von Sesta's trading port was, understandably, always a hive of activity. Goods came and went, illicit deals were made in shady bars, away from the scrutiny of the local Ethics Sentinels, and of course, Arriving Ymeric slaves were first brought here before the various crews were sent on, usually to work in the world's foundries in the southern hemisphere.
But, tucked away in a small corner of the local auction stables, was the small, unmarked building where the 'special contract purchases' were kept and arranged.
There was a place like it in every such trading hub, where Ymeric contracts were bought and sold, usually in bulk, and everyone knew what these special purchases actually meant.
It was the reason why Halden Caine was here at the hub today, not for the usual purchase of illicit drugs that he got on behalf of his small circle of fellow shunned deviants. But to procure a vice of the more fleshy kind.
A Ymeric sex slave.
It hadn't taken long for him and the others to get to this point. They were on the 'bottom' end of Kathian noble society. Their families were wealthy enough to hold land and business assets, but the men themselves were not influential enough to artfully form the connections that got Kalthian women to consider them as viable partners.
They were stuck, and there was no shortage of men like them. Halden and his close friend since youth, Kaige, had joined up with three other men in a similar situation to them.
They'd invested in one of the old, isolated habitat domes in the far northern hemisphere of Sesta. It was out of the way enough to do whatever they liked without being pestered by the sentinels, but also a lucrative enough investment to maintain the comfortable lifestyle they were used to.
The Hab dome's export was mostly done via autonomous machinery that was difficult to get hold of nowadays, and the group rarely had to deal with anyone bar the occasional courier sent to pick up the mineral product.
The five men spent most of their time taking drugs, consuming narco beverages, and watching pict entertainments that were mostly produced outside of the Domain, given the often pornographic nature of the material.
On their own, their desires festered. Fuelled by drugs and drink, the inevitable subject came up.
It started off as a half-joking suggestion, the men still unsure of one another, Nareth had first put the hint out directly. They all of course giggled and laughed nervously. But the seed was planted.
Over the next few weeks, the idea went from a joke to being a completely serious discussion, as the men got more familiar with each other and stopped fearing that word might get back to their families and associates of what they were planning.
They were going to each pull together some funds, and buy a sex slave to share between them.
