Chapter 5

Brianna followed Peter and soon ended up in a huge room decorated to give it an atmosphere of an upscale lounge. Men were sitting on chairs and sofas located around the room and were being served by naked servants. The two girls gasped in shock at the first sight of naked men and women serving drinks with everything on full display. They always gawked at the sight of the naked woman and girls who sat in the men’s laps, calmly acting as if was completely normal act when it was far from it, especially when one of the masters grabbed a boob as casually as if he was picking up a snack. The girl’s face went beet red when a man, just as boldly placed a hand near or right on a bald pussy.

Upon their arrival, a master suddenly pushed a cute, naked teen off his lap, giving her a friendly slap on her tight ass when she scampered away. He stood up and clapped his hand to get everyone’s attention. Ben Cooper projected an imposing presence, He’s a 40 year old, big, rough looking man standing close to six feet tall and weighing 200 pounds. Shirtless, he displays big, muscular shoulders and a flat chest with matted hair down to his stomach.

Ben, as one of the original labours who had rebelled against the strict, no nonsense rules the elite scientists and intellectuals had imposed on residents of the newly discovered planet, was well respected by the other masters. Because he was also one of the rebels, when the scientists and other elites had been successfully over thrown, who had decided to use their own technology to enslave them. It led to the creation of the master-slave society and determined just who qualified to be a master, and who was only fit to be a slave. Since the process was chuck full of nepotism and friends handing bundles of cash to friends to buy their way to the top, the decision was really quite simple. You could become a master if you knew the right people, had the right of money and were corrupt and perverted enough to enjoy the benefits of owning a slave.

At first, it was just the defeated elites and their children who were enslaved. Ben and the original rebels had great times putting these former high bred, snobby elites in their proper place. They loved forcing the former prim and proper families of high society to beg for the opportunity to blow them, or be fucked in the ass or pussy. With enough encouragement, the former elites even offered up their teenage children to their masters. The first punishment room were crude, but very effective. Then, the masters forced the enslaved scientists to make improvements on them until they were efficient enough to turn out a bunch of new slaves every time the space shuttle from Nomad, the super space ship deposited another ship full of unsuspecting passengers from Earth.

Once the overthrow had been successful and the first group of elites enslaved, keeping Earth from learning about the planet’s new rulers became a priority. It remained a closely guarded secret, because if the authorities back on Earth discovered what had happened, they would surely refuse to send any more people to Earth Two, which would put a stop to the endless supply of new slaves. The other factors that helped the masters create their own slave planet was the new planet’s isolation from Earth. Although there computer devices that allowed instant audio and video communication with Earth, the flow from Earth Two was so closely guarded and censored nothing more than a few unconfirmed rumors managed to leak out. And even with the newly created fuel and space technology that allowed Earth to finally venture into space on a commercial basis, the journey took two months. So as long as the enslaved scientists kept sending back positive messages and requests for more help in establishing the new planet, no one on Earth was any the wiser, and the space shuttle kept dropping off new unsuspecting new slaves. “Sorry, Ben announced, but since we’re welcoming new slave families to our planet tonight, only previously chosen members can attend the festivities. You all know who you are. You are the masters who won tickets from a lottery we organized for this special event. There’s no need for the rest of you to be to be deprived of your enjoyment. You can have your slaves service you in their own quarters or congregate in one of the smaller public lounges.” As Brianna and her girls watched the unlucky ones leave, she worriedly wondered how the masters were going to start their night of total defilement. All she knew was what Peter had told her. The idea of her having to satisfy a pack of lustful, animalistic men eager to use her in demeaning and disgusting ways, filled her with so much dread, she had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, and left with a burning taste of bile in her throat. She thought she was going to throw up and she also wished she could sit down because she feared her shaking legs would refuse to support her. What was even worse was that she couldn’t help imagining what those filthy those perverts would do to her daughters. They were still so terribly innocent, it was going to especially hard on them. As the last of the unlucky ones departed with their slaves in tow, Brianna looked at her girls to see how they were holding up. They looked as shaky and distraught as she felt. Emma stood quivering with her face scrunched up so badly it looked distorted. It also looked like she might burst into tears, or flee at any moment. She looked at her mother with big, frightened eyes and Brianna hoped she wouldn’t do anything stupid, like run out of the room. Holly looked a little better, but not much. Brianna sensed her daughter might be nearing a panic state. She was a little older than Emma and a little less innocent, so she had a much better idea of what was going to be happening. The poor girl’s imagination was probably making here tummy turn summersaults. All the tell-tale signs of total panic appeared to be there but Holly looked to be nowhere on the verge of absolute collapse. The arrival of more new slaves pouring into the giant room, caught Brianna’s intention. Entire families, all dressed in the same obscene costume, were soon milling around with worried and terrified look on their faces. Some parents and teens stared stoically ahead, while other parents tried to console sobbing teenagers, by wrapping them in their arms. Brianna wondered what was going on. There were now about a dozen families in the room. Peter never said anything like this. He made it sound that on the first night it had been just his own family with the masters. As Ben watched the last of the new slaves straggle into the room, he nodded at several men who had been guarding the doors. They immediately closed and locked each one to ensure no new slave could escape. This was going to be a very interesting evening and Ben wanted everyone to enjoy it. Normally the new slaves, after enduring an excruciating hour in the punishment room would be introduced to their roles as sex slaves by being forced to offer themselves up as sex objects in an all-out, anything goes orgy. With further punishment promised for the ones that showed reluctance, they were all soon eager, ready and willing to provide their new masters with any kind of deviant pleasure one could dream up. However, although that routine was still exiting for the masters, some thought it was getting a little stale. So Ben put his thinking cap on and devised a brand new welcoming night for the new slaves. He was going to force the new slaves to engage in a talent contest in an attempt to win the right to engage in a night of outright debauchery with a master. He had it all figured out. It wasn’t going to the usual singing contest, but there would be plenty of dancing with slaves of similar age competing other to see who could earn the highest marks for performing various sex acts such as strip dances Other challenges would include a posing routine, with contestants vying for the most points by spreading and stretching their naked bodies onto specially built chairs, and huge inflated, giant balloons. It would be quite a sight for the masters as the new and uninitiated slaves would try to outdo one another and earn the most marks by exposing the most secrets parts of the bodies, and also twisting themselves into pretzels, with legs and arms everywhere as they tried to do some mandatory poses. Ben tried to create challenges for all ages. He imagined the huge embarrassment it would be for the prim and proper ladies got naked, and with dildos, showed off their fucking and sucking skill. He had gathered up a number of rubber dicks of different lengths and girths and each woman would have to first make their way down a row of them by using their mouths. Each would have to take up the challenge of seeing how many inches of each of the dildos she could swallow. After that, the women would have to make her way down the row by impaling herself on each dildo and for a fast and furious fuck. Another challenge, that would certainly humiliate the males, but give the masters a good laugh, would be having two contestants, acting as partners, squeeze their naked bodies tightly together, in a race in which they would have to pass small objects to each other with their mouths. Ben made sure that in order to succeed and beat their opponents the men would have to have their tongues practically wrapped around each other in a make belief lover’s kiss. Another feat they would have to accomplish would be keeping their hands on each other’s asses to ensure they were stuck together enough to accomplish all the tasks. Of course, being a winner meant only one thing. You won the right to line up at the end of the festivities to be chosen to spend the night with a master. It would be a double edged sword for the new slaves. Compelling them to perform humiliating and degrading tasks just to win the right to be used for even more degrading acts by a master, while teaching them that having a master pick you out for a blow and fuck session, was a privilege, not a right on the slave colony. In this way the slaves would learn it’s either unlimited fucking with a master or more punishment. Ben was sure this contest would compel the new slaves to do everything in their power to win. They would quickly realize being shy and modest about lewdly displacing your pussy, ass and tits in public was a detriment, and totally useless if you intended to be a good enough slave to escape punishment on Earth Two. While the new slaves learned what they going to have to do to avoid punishment, and had the rules of the contest explained to them, slave men and boys began dragging in and setting up a huge horse shoe shaped stage. The two long ends would be six feet across and extend 20 or 30 feet into the area where the masters sat. It would ensure all of them had prime seats to witness the new slaves trying to outdo each other. The back of the stage was reserved for the slaves who would wait, hidden behind a curtain until it was time for their performance. When Brianna first read the rules and listened to a master explain how the contest would be conducted, she felt a sigh of relief go through her. Maybe this won’t be as tough as I thought. At least we won’t be immediately thrown into the kind of all-out degenerate orgy that Peter described. However, after a second reading the true deviousness behind the contest struck her. Instead of just using and abusing them over and over again in a giant fuck fest, the masters would make the new slaves work for the opportunity to be fucked and used over and over again. Images of her or her girls competing with other slaves their age, each of them trying to outdo the other in a sick attempt to show off tits, ass and a shaven pussy in the most obscene possible way flooded her mind. And the worst part was, even if you won, it didn’t offer a slave any reprieve. He or she would still have the odious task of pleasing their master. Although it was still sick and perverted as hell, it was still better than another session in the punishment room. Brianna had already learned her lesson. She was determined to avoid another trip to that horrible place, at all costs, but on the other hand, she thought, so would most of the other slaves. She guessed that was exactly what the masters were depending on to make it a truly memorable