Three soft high tones alternated with three slightly lower ones; not loud or obnoxious but definitely insistent. Amanda blinked away the sleep from her eyes. She was slumped against the door, the bedcover wrapped around her. She’d tried sleeping in the bed but planetside gravity made her want to hurl whenever she lay flat for any length of time. Eventually she’d tried to see if she could open the door somehow, but it looked like whoever installed it had done a good job. No obvious control circuits on her side, no exposed sensors, no hinges, nothing. She wondered why the thing had opened as she approached it last night but the only thing she could come up with was that Remy had simply set it up that way.
The alarm continued its insistent tones, and she heaved a sigh. She wasn’t prepared for today, she just wanted to go to sleep and wake up back on her ship. Being trapped here with Remy for anything more than a few hours seemed like the kind of punishment a particularly angry Greek god would mete out. The alarm pitch shifted a semi-tone higher and it felt like it was burrowing into her brain now.
“I’m awake, damn it!” she shouted, although she definitely didn’t feel anything like fully awake at the moment. By her estimate she was running a good three hours under what she should be, even if the Travel Pod had her napping for a few days. The things had a reputation for occasionally futzing with REM sleep and leaving the user more tired than when they went in.
Still, the alarm continued, she swore it was rebounding around inside her skull just to annoy her. She sighed, and stood, deciding that the first thing to do to turn the infernal thing off would be to turn the lights on and see if there were any obvious switches. Without windows in her room, she paused at the thought of it being ‘her’ room already and moved swiftly on, not only was it impossible to tell the time of night or day but also basically impossible to see much beyond the dull orange glow of the nightlight mode. The feeling of nausea as she stood was definitely still there as she stood but was also starting to recede. She was a spacer at heart, the nausea would probably never go away, but for now at least she could stand. She didn’t even want to think about spending long enough here that she eventually got used to planetside gravity. Just the idea of staying in any one place for long enough was more than she’d ever been able to handle, it definitely seemed more like Remy being a boring asshole than any part of her own life experience.
Looking at it she saw that the panel that controlled the lights had an illuminated section pulsing in time with the alarm, and on a wild hunch that it was probably built with the dumbest human imaginable in mind she tapped it. The room illuminated, and the alarm stopped. “Well I guess that’s one small mercy,” she said to no one in particular and then remembered what she’d been told to do. She half considered ignoring it and getting more sleep, but Remy didn’t quite seem to be in the kind of mood that brooked that kind of rebellion. More than that she didn’t want to see what his idea of punishment was, and going along with what he wanted at least for now might open up some opportunities for her if he ever became a little too trusting.
She stood, and dumped the cover back on the bed, walking over to the glass shower cubicle in the bathroom that extended off one corner of the room. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had enough spare water to actually have what people might think of as a shower. The best she managed aboard ship was usually a quick sponge down, and then hoping the sanitary layer inside her flight suits designed for just that issue took care of the problem. She was almost at the shower when she froze on the spot as something caught her eye. The bathroom was a strange contrast to the main bedroom, and the rest of the house she’d seen so far. The bathroom’s design was all black tiles with a hint of glitter, glass panels, and chrome accents. More noticeable were the harsh spotlights over both the shower and the wash basin. To one side of the shower, next to the wash basin was the thing that made her stop on the spot and give a full wide-eyed stare of surprise: a full length mirror.
Amanda knew what she looked like, or thought she did. What she saw in the mirror was not as she expected.
“You like?”
Amanda nearly jumped out of her skin, snapping her head around to look, as Remy spoke from the doorway wearing nothing but boxer shorts, his hair still clearly messy from sleep himself. She’d been so preoccupied looking at herself she hadn’t heard the door unlock. She turned back to the mirror. It was her, everything that might describe her body but almost none of it looked how it should.
Remy walked over and stood behind her, too close for personal comfort but the image in the mirror rooted her to the spot. “You have no idea how much this would have cost normally. But it was worth it…”
She looked at herself again. She was in her thirties, but the woman looking back at her was no more than nineteen. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle more than they had, her skin was perfect, she was missing the scar across her stomach from where a bulkhead had failed and she’d been pinned in place until she could be rescued. Every mole, every blemish, every mark, and even the radiation burns were all gone. She turned slightly and caught a look at her shoulder and the rage was back once more.
“Where the fuck is my fleet tattoo?” she asked, staring at him via the mirror.
“Part of a package deal, I did ask if you could keep it, but it was all or nothing I’m afraid.” Remy answered, there was a tinge of genuine regret in his voice but she chose to ignore it.
“Five years of service, five years of my life, and you tell me the one thing I have left has been erased because it’s part of a package deal?” she said angrily. She took a deep breath, she knew this wasn’t the play, she couldn’t push him too far. She clamped down on her anger, and spoke again, this time in a very measured way, “You need to start talking. I want to know where we are, who you’re working for, and what you did to pay for….this.” With the final word she gestured up and down the body that seemed only vaguely hers, though she did have to admit to herself that although she’d been no slouch before she was back to being absolute dynamite again.
Remy laughed dryly, and sat on the bed, she turned to face him as he explained, “Well you’re going to find out at some point, so I might as well break things to you now.”
“After you marooned me it took a while before I could go back into space for work. I adored you, I wanted to be with you, but you’d almost killed me. Eventually I took up a jobbing role with Trans-System Logistics, a freighter corp, moving their big bulk transports from system to system. Not exactly fun, but it paid decently, and freight companies are always happy to have safe captains who know how to do their own astrogation, that goes double for ones who can take a bit of boredom. I was ready for some boredom.” he sighed, thought a little, and then continued, “I’d been working TSL for three years when the war started, and most of their captains signed on for fleet logistics jobs. Keeping the fleet running is a heck of a task but I’d seen my share of shaking missile lock ons, and taking kinetic rounds flying with you. This is where my current…well…former employer comes in.”
Remy leant back a little, supporting his upper torso by putting his hands on the bed slightly behind him, looking her up and down as he did. “You know you look stunning when you’re angry like this. Plus crossing your arms like that really does make your tits look amazing.”
She rolled her eyes at the statement but she’d be damned if deep inside some part of her didn’t smile at the compliment. “Amazing or not they’re not mine. No wonder I keep feeling off balance with these things sticking around in front of me. What did you do, find implants the size of a football and see if you could put two in at once?” for once the annoyance was feigned more than real. She’d never been above showing off a little to get her way, so the new look might help her be a little more persuasive, even if it came at the cost of having to have her flight suits let out a little.
Remy laughed at the suggestion, “Oh, relax Amanda, they’re actually natural, no football sized implants of any kind required. All yours. I mean they used to look nice, but I always felt like the handful you had just needed to be a little heftier. Just a little hormonal rebalancing on the way here and here you are.”
Her pursed lips slackened a little, “Well at least it’s a relief I don’t have to worry about pressure changes causing me problems, although I will need a good doctor for the back pain. Anyway, let’s move the discussion on from my ever fabulous rack and get back to the part where I’m kidnapped, modified, and left on a planet with an asshole like you?”
Remy shook his head with a wry smile, and a small glint in his eye. He held up both hands in a mock gesture of surrender. “Fine, fine, I get it. You’re still all business. As I said, I was working for TSL when I got contacted by a group: The Sons of Marteau, ever heard of them?”
“Not really, I stay out of politics,” she answered.
“They’re…” he sighed, and searched for the words, dropping his hands to rest in his lap as he leaned forwards slightly, “objectionable, deeply deeply objectionable. But what they also are is well funded. They had a plan, but they needed trained ship captains, at least five or six. With the fleet ruining the job market for every employed they knew they really had to come up with the goods. They offered me the kind of wealth you just don’t get hauling freight, or joining up with your former fleet buddies in logistics.”
“…doing what, precisely?” she asked, slowly growing tired of the explanation as it dragged on in front of her.
“Very little as it turned out. They had six superfreighters fully decked out as colony ships. These things were absolutely massive, dog slow, and with the war in progress they wanted to get on the move before either the ships, or the people who were meant to be on them were threatened. It was going to be a ten year voyage out beyond the Union into uncontrolled space-…”
“Ten….years?” Amanda said, a pit opening up in the bottom of her stomach as she said the words, feeling the weight of each and every one.
“Yup. We’re about as far out here as humanity has ever been, and the sons of Marteau have set about colonising the 3 inhabitable worlds of this system: Cato Prime, Cato Secundus, and a mineral rich dwarf planet they named Tartarus. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t agree with their politics but when they came asking and told me what I could have…money, land, political power if I wanted it, a perpetual claim for me and my descendants on rights to minerals and such found on my land, AND a share of profit from colony exports…well…how could I refuse?” he replied, casually skipping over the one concern she’d raised.
“You could refuse because they’re clearly shady if they’re willing to give someone like you anything approaching decent money,” she snapped back. She wished she could pull the words from the air as she said them but it was too late, and thankfully Remy’s face didn’t seem to find an instant dislike to them.
“Hey, who are we to judge? It’s not like you haven’t worked with questionable characters in the past. Besides, I checked, their money was, as far as I could tell above board. Mostly big donations from wealthy businessmen, you know the sort. Basically they wanted a pro-male colony, felt the galaxy had become a little too equal for their liking. I mean, at least they’re secular but they had this strange image of an imagined past where things were better, men were in charge, your usual lunatic fringe lot. So when they told me I could have basically anything I wanted….I included you and they were more than happy to arrange the little incident that dropped you into my arms.”
“Why me, though? We spent all of what, six months together?”
“It was two years, Amanda.”
“We had some incredibly underwhelming sex…”
“Maybe for you.”
“And after way too long of putting up with…everything my first thought was that maybe I could try launching you out of number 1 torpedo tube at a small moon.”
“Your ship didn’t even have a torpedo tube.”
“I know, I got quotes on retrofitting one specially, they are wicked expensive. Anyway, in the end I settled on throwing you in an escape pod because it was that or space myself just to make you go away. So I ask you again…why me? Why am I the ‘lucky girl’ in this equation?” she asked, a note of exasperation in her voice.
“You may have been bored of me, but I wasn’t bored of you.” he replied, sincerity underlining the tone, “You were everything I wasn’t, everything I couldn’t be. Funny, beautiful, adventurous. Every night in that escape pod when I thought of you it was of that smile, that damned smile that said you were about to do something bold, stupid, heroic, and sexy as hell. I could never get close to that, but it made me want you so badly. As it happens, though, with the help of some questionable friends and more money than anyone should reasonably be forced to consider I had the chance to make you into the one thing you thought you could never be.” He left the thought to dangle in the air for a moment, watching her intently.
“And what’s that?”
“Mine.”
“Ugh, that might be the cheesiest line I’ve heard in a long time Remy,” she said, and she watched the shit-eating grin spread across his face as he was caught red handed, “You still haven’t explained any of this though,” Amanda said, gesturing to her body once more.
“Well the ship was going to take a decade to get here, some changes needed to be made to most people’s physiology to survive here. Minor gene therapies and such to deal with the atmosphere additional ones to up bone density a little, plus some other minor procedures mandated by the group. Those of us on the crew who were effectively retiring on landing got to make a few…special requests both for ourselves, and the women who came along with us. You pretty much had the works done. Scar, mole, and tattoo removal, tissue and bone regeneration, prolong treatments…that’s why you look like you’re in your late teens again, and they should keep you looking like you’re anything up to your late thirties until you’re over a century old. Money buys incredible technology in the medical field, you know. As I said I had your hormones slightly rebalanced to provide you with an extra couple of cup sizes. On top of that….well…” he halted, mildly embarrassed.
“Go on. You’ve basically sent me in for an annual service at this point. What’s next? Extra kneecaps? A second heart? Can I rotate a nipple and pick up local radio?” she joked, but a tinge of worry ran through her brain as she spoke.
“I said these guys were pro-male, right. Well, that extends very deeply. Some of the women coming along with us were real true believers, they submitted to the will of the Sons of Marteau. Outside that these guys got creative. Every planet en route was sent a similar deal. They’d take, without question, every single problem woman off their hands. We’re talking prison populations, homeless, drug addicts, every single one as long as they were young enough for prolong and added to the colony’s genetic diversity. Once we were outside Union space we even emptied some of the slave markets of the outer rim to bulk up the numbers, let me tell you we had a couple of wild nights of shore leave at those slave mark–..” he caught the look Amanda was throwing him, coughed slightly, and moved on, “Anyway, my employers knew, that with the population as it was and men being vastly outnumbered we…that is…they needed an element of control.”
A cold chill ran up Amanda’s spine all of a sudden. She’d already worked out what was next. Every civilised world banned it, but then they also banned everything about what had landed her here.
“So, the last step for you, and for every woman was to be biologically chipped.” he said. Amanda reached up and touched the back of her neck, and there it was, a flexible plastic-like material with a rubber cap for her access port. “Hey, If it had been my choice…well, you’d still have had it, but maybe turned down a touch, I’ve seen what it does on standard settings and it can get rough. As it is it’s as light as I can get it, most of the functions are off, even. The chip will give me your location anywhere in the system, constantly monitors your vital signs, and makes mood modifications when it has to.”
“This thing….last night…did it…” Amanda said. She knew what she was trying to say but the words weren’t quite there in her brain as she reached for them.
“No, no, nothing like that. That was part of the gene therapy. You get even the slightest bit horny and your body will need to be… ‘fulfilled’ just as soon as it can be. Right now that hormonal alteration is a little harsh but I’m told it mellows over time to just be a higher than normal sex drive. The mood modification on the chip is more that your body is, over time, just going to be forced to produce fewer chemicals associated with negative emotions, and more associated with the positive. It’s not destructive in any way, it just makes life happier for you, that’s all.” Remy took a pause before moving on, and looked to Amanda like he was considering not saying it at all, “Oh, and one last thing that’s important here, and you may need to remember it, the chip also records which male owns you.”
“Owns me? OWNS ME?” Amanda flew into a rage, screaming and jabbing a finger at him. “I’m a PERSON, you can’t just OWN me! I’m not a fucking shelf ornament you get to keep because I look nice!”
Remy looked on, unaffected by the tirade, “Well here the rules are different. You even get special privileges compared to most women. Once we get you finally registered in town. You can leave the house unaccompanied, visit most places on the planet’s surface, you’re even exempt from their free use rules.”
It took a second for this to filter through the anger, she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. She knew planets like this existed, and she’d be lying if she hadn’t dropped off one or two people who needed to be disappeared at the slave markets before but this was beyond her comprehension, “Free…use…oh thank you for the special privilege of being able to exist without the constant threat of being raped in the street for someone’s amusement?”
He stood and walked towards her. “Look, you’ll get used to it. But for now…” he put an arm around her shoulders, “I’m getting bored of this conversation, and your shitty attitude. So you’re going to do what I told you to last night, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.” With that he pushed her into the shower cubicle and followed her in, dropping his boxer shorts behind him.
“If you think I’m going to lather up and writhe for your amusement–…”
Remy pressed a control on the panel behind her, and the whole ceiling of the shower cubicle began to pour down a warm rain. For the first second or so Amanda was surprised, as she hadn’t seen Remy press the control so she sputtered as water unexpectedly flowed down over her mouth then fumed silently as he chuckled down at her.
“Like I said, Amanda, you look beautiful when you’re angry.”
He kissed her on the forehead, and she started to feel strange. The water flowing over her caressed her skin, running in little rivulets over areas that hadn’t felt more than a rough sponge bath in memory. The kiss felt sensual, warm, the skin contact–
She snapped herself out of it.
“Oh no, no no. I’m not playing that game again. I’m not being your little slut on demand whenever you want me to. I am in control of me.”
“Yes, you are. Like I said, it’s not the chip that does anything about how horny you are, that’s just you turned up to 11. Whatever it is you’re doing it’s something that already exists in you, something you might want to do but might be stopping yourself from doing.” He reached out and gently cupped her breasts, running the pad of his thumb gently across her nipples as water cascaded over and around them.
She gasped as the sensation ran through her, “Oh god…no…please…no…stop…” she pleaded as she felt the first moments of herself losing control again. “I’m not her, please, I’m not that woman, don’t make me her…” she continued as Remy touched the panel once more. She felt the heat of the water increase, and its volume, steam rose around them, filling the cubicle. The heat, the water, his touch, it felt like they were all one thing, and suddenly her cares began to wash away.
He pulled her head back, and leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. His body pressed against hers while he held her immobile, he was so close it made her feel like pure energy was coursing through her veins, and everywhere he touched was a white hot centre of pure pleasure. She was so overwhelmed she couldn’t even begin to formulate a response, it was all she could do to stand there, eyes barely focused as his hands cradled her head, and his tongue invaded her mouth. As he pulled back she dumbly attempted to follow, her mouth still open, letting out a single moan of disappointment when the hands cradling her head in place meant he was too far away to reach.
“That look definitely suits you Amanda,” he said with a broad smile across his face, running his hands over her quivering hips, “and I definitely prefer you with this attitude; like all your cares are gone, and all you want is to be here, with me.”
She smiled and put her head to his chest, just trying for more skin contact as water poured down him, and onto her. She didn’t feel the heat any longer, it was like she was burning up inside herself.
He grabbed one of a number of scented gels from a wire rack inside the shower, pouring some into his hand and began to explore her body. He turned her to face the wall, her back to his front; his left arm came up and over her shoulder, pulling her close, and delving down between her breasts, his other hand roving between her stomach, crotch and thighs, working a soapy lather against her pale skin. “At some point we’re going to have to go outside, get you used to real sunlight on your skin, see if you’re really a perfect little porcelain doll, or if we can give you just a little bit of colour you could never get aboard a ship.”
“Mmmm~” she purred, it was all she could manage.
“Let’s get you a nice slutty tanline, no bikini top, just a beautiful pale skin highlighting that beautiful tight teen pussy of yours.” he carried on, not even absorbing what had passed for her answer.
“MmmmMM!” she continued, her tone rising sharply as at the mention of her pussy he slipped a finger between her lips to explore inside once more. She let out a pant of frustration, and struggled slightly in his arms as the finger left her to keep lathering elsewhere. She wanted him back inside her, and the frustration only grew as it became clear he had no intention of giving her what she wanted. Leaning down he began to kiss and nibble on her neck, now sliding the palm of his hand down to massage her whole crotch at once. Her breaths became ragged and halting, her knees began to quiver as if she might fall. He pulled her close and upright, and for the first time in a long time she felt his attraction to her, right at the base of her back she felt him. He was long, hard, and pulsing. Suddenly it was all she could think about. She needed him inside of her, but right now, held so tightly in his arms, luxuriating in his touch she could barely think long enough as to how she could make that happen.
Slowly Remy moved the kisses and nibbling up her neck so he could whisper in her ear, “Now let’s try something that I know you’re not fond of, after all….you’re all mine to do with as I please now.” Slowly he turned her round to face him, cradling her head in his hands he watched her unfocused but happy eyes as he slowly pushed her down into a squat in front of him, her hungry lips level with his cock. Slowly she followed the direction she was pushed by his guiding hands, opening her lips a little, but as the very tip of her tongue touched him for the first time her eyes changed, and Remy felt a jolt of resistance.
“Please, please don’t do this, this isn’t me, this isn’t me. Can’t you see this is wrong?” she said as she looked up into his eyes, her lips gently brushing the tip of his penis with every word. In her mind she felt like someone cast adrift in the ocean, so close to drowning but finally breaking the surface. She knew she couldn’t stay afloat, something was dragging her back down, grabbing her ankles and leaving her only free enough to send out this one small cry for help as she sank back below the surface once more. That small part of her was submerged in the dark waters of hedonism and lust, sinking ever deeper into the darkness. She watched like a passenger as Remy smiled, gently opened her unresisting mouth a little more and pushed her forwards.
She may not have been in control any more, but she could feel him. His tip passed her lips, and she felt as her tongue began to encircle it, touch it, taste it. She felt the rush of saliva, the stifled moans she was making, her hands moving to his hips to better support herself, and control her rhythm. She felt humiliated that some part of her wanted this, and wanted this with him, more humiliating still is that as she looked up into his eyes there was the tiniest pang of understanding. Pulling back for a moment she turned her head to the side and let its length lie along her lips before planting small kisses all the way to the base, sticking out her tongue to lick it from root to tip on the return. Remy sighed with pleasure as Amanda opened her lips once more, and with the faintest hint of suction began to bob her head slightly on hit tip, and the first inch or so of shaft.
Still deep in the inky black water of her mind she started to hear whispers all around her. “Stop fighting this.” “You’re only hurting yourself. Give in to lust.” “You were born for this.” “There is no escape, enjoy what you can.” endless words coming at her in her own voice as the body she could no longer control moved her hand to rub against her clit. She felt like she was being taunted by herself but the waves of pleasure made her no longer care, and with her lack of care she abandoned her fight to rise to the surface. The downward pull stopped, and her mind all of a sudden had her floating in calm seas. Outside her own mind she was now bobbing her head harder and faster, reacting to Remy’s thrusts. As she took him deeper and deeper first into her mouth and then her throat her fingers played ever harder with her clit, soothing that part of her mind that longed to rebel, but found itself no longer able.
No longer feeling that resistance she was free to concentrate wholly on the task in mouth. Remy’s whole cock was coated in thick saliva, and slid easily down her throat, she barely even gagged as he reached his full length, her nose pressed deep into his stomach. She made sure to press with her lips, and keep her tongue moving but his moans reached their peak whenever she made a full long stroke of the entire thing, tongue swirling, feeling the throbbing pulsing thing. She could tell he was close, she was too.
With a few more thrusts he threw his head back, took hold of hers in both hands and pushed her back slightly so her head was touching the tiled wall. He pulled himself back just a little and she felt the telltale pulse that signalled he was finishing. Her mouth flooded with his cum, it was warm, salty, gooey, and mixed with her saliva. She felt the rising disgust from part of her and silenced it by shifting the hand between her thighs so she was rubbing almost directly on her g-spot. A few moments later and Remy was spent, and Amanda’s mouth was awash with fluid. She wondered what she should do, how she should please him when she felt the rewards of her efforts between her thighs. Remy pulled away, and watched her, her cheeks puffed out as her mouth was full and she toppled to her knees in his absence, still playing with herself. He watched as she locked her eyes on his, her breathing fast, she was making noises that were part purr, part hum. As she came her mouth opened slightly in a gasp of pure uncontrolled lust and cum trickled down her chin.
He crouched down and met her gaze as she knelt, the water of the shower still cascading over them both as she continued to moan and finger herself. “Now swallow it.” he said, and she eagerly obeyed, taking two full gulps due to the sheer volume of fluid. “Good girl.”
As she knelt there breathing hard he went to a normal shower routine, ignoring her. Overcome she lay down, allowing the warm water to cleanse her whole body. Inch by inch her conscious mind returned.
She tried to be sanguine about it, but it was hard. Here she was lying on the floor looking up at a man who had seemingly changed her in such a way he could destroy her mind at will. She had to think of a way around this, some way to outsmart him, some way he couldn’t just touch her skin, drive her crazy and do whatever he wanted with her.
Seemingly finished Remy looked down at her. “We’re going into the local town today, once you’ve finished enjoying that mouthful of cum and can stand again I’d suggest finishing your shower, and getting dressed. You’ll find clothes in the drawers near the door, towels in the middle set.”
“And the third set?”
“Well, you can explore them if you like. There’s plenty of fun toys for you to try out.” Amanda scowled at the thought. Aside from a vibrator or two she’d never been into toys, and knowing Remy’s newfound attitude to women she suspected many of them would not be as ‘fun’ as he claimed.
“Fine, I’ll get dressed. I’ve got nothing else to do, not unless you can get me my ship back so I can fly away.”
Remy chuckled. “See, that’s what I like about you Amanda. No matter how bad things get you never lose your sense of humour. Well, that and your head game has certainly improved since I last saw you.”
“Yeah, well it’s a lot easier when your inner thirsty slut pushes your brain out of the way and wraps their lips around the first cock they see.”
“Was it really that bad?”
She turned onto her back and lay there on the floor, water washing over her. Taking a beat to just listen. “You raped me. I asked, I begged, I pleaded and you still raped me. I looked you in the eyes on my knees and asked for one small shred of decency. Then whatever you did to me took over and I got to see, and feel what you and she did with my body.”
For a moment he looked serious, standing over her, blocking the lights from above so his face was wholly in shadow. She wondered if she’d stepped too far, whether punishment would follow. Whatever she expected it was not that he would just walk out of the shower, grab a towel, and walk away with a strange sad smile on his face.
“You’ve got an hour, I’ll come and get you then.” he said as the door slid shut, and locked behind him.