Chapter 1: Arrival

I could hardly wait. It had taken five years to save up enough credits for the trip, but I would have taken ten for this trip. It was all I was thinking about since Jenny was killed.

Gykada. The planet every man wants to visit (and stay on). The planet of female sex slaves. It's known throughout the galaxy, and has a four year waiting list for visitation passes. The reason is the ruling council only allows 100 men down at a time. Also, it is forbidden to stay on the planet over a month. The council wants new blood all the time, and doesn't want any slave to form attachments to visitors.

The planet's men died off years ago of some plague that has since disappeared. The women were left with two choices - lesbianism or tourism. They chose tourism.

The planet has only two main laws while visiting. No man may have over four slaves apiece, and no slave may leave the planet.

The only forbidden acts on the planet are lesbianism and homosexuality. Lesbianism was outlawed because the women who took it up tried to overthrow the peaceful government. Now, if a slave shows any sign of lesbianism, she is immediately shipped off planet and never allowed to return. Since that usually means enforced slavery on some harsh and inhospitable world to a master that is equally harsh and unforgiving, the slaves do not fuck each other.

My ship was less than an hour away, and I could see the giant green globe in front of the ship. I looked at my fellow vacationer, Bart, and we both grinned. He was sporting a noticeable erection, and I was having a difficult time not doing the same thing. But navigation was tricky until we reached hailing range, and we both knew it.

Finally, we were hailed.

"Approaching ship, give call letters and identification." a very sexy female voice said.

I activated the mike. "We are the U.S.S. Roper XCY-2443. Barton Lewis and Larry Martin on board."

"Just a minute while I check our schedule." the voice was almost dripping sex with each word.

Bart looked at me with anticipation.

The voice came back and I almost came in my pants listening to it. "You have been approved, men. Follow my instructions to land. Units 337 and 245 will welcome you. Enjoy your stay. I hope you are well rested." and a chuckle was heard as the instructions took over.

We landed without incident and we were wondering who the women would be that would meet us. The slaves on the planet had long since stopped having names. They were all referred to by unit and number. The higher the number, the more seasoned a slave. The first digit of the number indicated their status, the second and third their individualilty. Since there were only 500 slaves available at any one time., the numbering scheme was sufficient. An off-duty or vacationing slave must leave the planet.

I stepped off the landing ramp followed by Bart. I shook his hand. It would be the last time I would see him for a month. We were assigned to different areas of the planet based on our desires. Bart wanted heavy bondage and discipline. I wanted loving and romantic sex slaves with a bit of master/slave thrown in for variety...

I got my first look at the slaves meeting us and like I expected was blown away. Unit 245 who was for Bart, was a tall, thin blonde with small breasts and long luscious legs. Bart was a leg man from way back. I, on the other hand, am a tit man.

My unit, 337, met all my desires and then some. Long thick, red hair flowing around the most beautiful face I have ever seen, continuing over tits that must have been at least an E cup on the old standard of measure, ending just above her bare bellybutton. Slaves are completely humanoid, and girls from Earth and other Class M planets are activily recruited for the planet. It is considered the highest honor in the galaxy to be chosen for Gykada. If a girl is chosen, she will have a life other women can only dream of. She will spend six months of the year fucking men, and six months spending the money she earns on herself. Girls on Gykada earn twice as much as a women could earn anywhere else.

She ran up to me and kissed me warmly. "Hello, master. I hope your flight was uneventful."

"Yes it was, slave. Do you have a name I can call you. I abhor the term, slave."

"Master may call me whatever he wishes and I will respond."

"Good, I'll call you Jenny after my late wife."

"Thank you master, that is a great honor. I hope to live up to your expectations."

She took my hand and led me to my home for the next month.

Jenny

Gykada had a strict rule about new tourists. They were only allowed to meet one new slave per week of their stay for a maximum of four slaves. Therefore, I would have "Jenny" for four weeks. I was nearly drooling.

As soon as I was settled into the mansion assigned to me, Jenny introduced me to my staff. Staff on the planet usually consisted of older women who no longer had the appeal of the younger girls. They were allowed to remain on the planet in exchange for staff duties. Staff girls were always available for sex anytime, anywhere. Refusal would mean instant transfer off-planet. Staff positions were much coveted as a result.

Jenny looked to be around 27 years of age. She was well tanned and she had a wholesome, almost virginal look to her. The only thing that wasn't part of that look were the massive tits she sported. Another law of the planet was that each girl's body must be totally natural. No enhancing was allowed.

Jenny came over to me and kissed me hotly pulling me towards the bed. I hardly resisted. I had restrained myself from sex since the death of my wife five years ago. To say I was horny would be a massive understatement. The slaves seemed to have a sixth sense about when they were needed for sex and instantly prepared themselves wherever they were.

Jenny seemed to sense I would be the most comfortable in the bed, so that's where she led me. Standing alongside with various sexual aids were two staff members. Jenny introduced them as units 528 and 559. Five numbers meant they had been on the planet the longest.

I guess maybe I should explain the number system. It will become important later.

1.

girls in training. These girls are not considered part of the 500. They are not available, and they must train for six months before they will be accepted or rejected.

2.

new girls. These girls are freshly accepted, but are not allowed to have intercourse with guests yet. They have on the job training in oral and mental pleasures. A girl will retain this category for six more months.

3.

speciality girls. These are girls that are assigned a specific area of sex, and are not allowed to deviate from it. These are the most skillful girls on the planet and are therefore rare and highly coveted. They are also very expensive. There are no more than twenty of these girls on planet at any one time.

4.

normal slaves. These are the girls that each visitor is greeted with and spends all month of his visit with. There are 100 of these girls on planet at all times. Each girl is practiced in all areas of sex and can accomodate any fantasy.

5.

senior slaves. Each visitor is allowed one of these slaves for his visit. These girls are not human, they are native planet women. Each girl has the ability to metamorphisize into any woman desired in any manner desired. They also can adopt the memory of the desired woman. There are fifty of these on planet at any time.

6.

staff Older and less pretty girls who choose to remain on planet to serve the other guests and slaves. These girls do not count on the 500 slave restriction ruling council Not slaves, and not allowed for sex. These women are married mostly and just rule the planet. Visitors are not allowed to see or meet them unless the council demands it. That normally only happens when a planet rule has been broken. There are only ten members of the ruling council.

7.

(rare) marriagable slaves - these women are the most coveted and desirable women on the planet. Each girl is available for marriage provided the price is met and both parties agree to it. The price is woman dependant. A 7 girl usually comes from one of the other areas when she finds a man she wants to spend her life with. Each slave is allowed to request a change to this class once in their service on the planet. Most do not, preferring to stay slaves with different men. The number of these women changes frequently. Once per month, an auction of any unclaimed slaves from any class is held with the top bidder expected to marry and provide for the chosen woman. Each party can back down from the agreement, but once agreed is binding. Most of the truly successful men in the galaxy boast a 7 class wife.

8.

disgraced or dismissed slaves. These are women who have broke the rules and are waiting for transport off planet. An 8 class slave is available for marriage or even simple slave status off-planet for no charge, but they are never allowed to return to the planet. The number of these slaves is unknown, of course.

9.

deceased slaves. Normally a slave who passes away is given a small ceremony and then is allowed to be buried on her homeworld. A small handful of slaves are so special and loved that they are given 9 status. This is equivalent to the Hall of Fame of slaves. A shrine to the 9 class is built in the middle of each city and is a favorite place for tourists to visit. Currently there are sixteen 9 class slaves.

During my visit I wanted to arrange to attend the classes auction. Jenny had assured me it was already arranged.

I looked at Jenny who was waiting patiently on the bed looking at me with a look of genuine love. I wished I knew how they trained their slaves so well. It was like I was returning home to my wife after a long absence. I decided to make her know just how much I appreciated her.

Slaves like Jenny expect no attention to their needs. They are there for their visitors in whatever way desired. I wanted to change the impression Jenny had probably already formed.

Instead of having her blow me like I was sure she expected, or just spread her legs to welcome me, I decided I would eat her out. From what I had been told, this was so rare to the slaves that it made them almost fall in love with you on the spot.

Jenny's cunt was a mass of thick red hair just waiting to cushion my face. As I dived in with my head, I could hear her say "Master, what are you doing, that is not necessary."

"Jenny, let me show you my appreciation" and I started licking. She was already wet as I expected, but inside of two minutes she was drenching me. This was no act, I was sure, and I chanced a look up. Slaves have a practiced look of contentment and joy to show the masters. Jenny's look was one of delighted surprise. She had not expected this. I continued my meal of her tasty, juicy cunt until she gently pushed me away. She immediately moved down to return the favor.

Now, I was never a saint when it came to women, and until I met and married my Jenny, I was always fucking women when I could. I have had many a blowjob in my life, some of them quite good, and some, like my wife, almost as good as actual fucking. This Jenny put them all to shame. I believe she was determined to give me a little extra for my unexpected surprise earlier. Her best effort was put into making me feel as good as I could. I noticed her hands didn't stray to her pussy while she was doing this which I was surprised at. I pulled her up and her look of disappointment was quickly banished and her smile returned. I relished the break in the mask for a moment, and I determined to let her know that while she might be my sex slave for the next month, she didn''t have to act like one. I kissed her softly and was rewarded by a contented purr much like a kitten. Then I rolled over and pulled her over on top of me. This was also evidently something that rarely happened as her mask went away with her joy for a moment. I was beginning to think maybe I was making a real friend here.

She knew what to do, but I stopped her. I asked her to wait until I told her to. I wanted to rub my dick along her pussy walls for a few minutes. I loved the feel of the wet opening to her furnace. I could feel the heat coming in waves on my dick and I knew she was nearly insane with desire. That was what I was looking for. I wanted her to enjoy this as much or more than I did. I wanted my slaves to remember me when I had to leave.