Jacqui - Space Waif
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 15: Processing
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 15: Processing - Jacqui's life was hard as an orphan born in 2093. She went to a number of jobs which she mostly lost for petty theft, or refusing to co-operate with her boss. Along the way she learned to enjoy spanking. Eventually she ended up in jail with a three month sentence for petty theft
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Blackmail Slavery Heterosexual Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Space BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Food Caution Violence Prostitution
The first group of cages to be taken out were the ones containing corpses of people who had not woken from the DeepSleep. Jacqui was surprised that she was selected to be the first live prisoner moved out of reception. When she was pushed into the next room the porterbot opened her cage and pushed her out to stand in front of a battered old desk behind which Kate was sitting.
"You present me with an unusual problem," said Kate, not unkindly, "It is obvious from the datacube that you should not be here. You were only sentenced to three months in an Earth prison. Why did you end up on the space ship?"
"I refused to fuck the Guard boss on the first night I was in prison," said Jacqui bitterly, "how soon can you send me back to Earth?"
"Sit down, please," said Kate, which made Jacqui very nervous indeed, "I have some very bad news for you, and it has kept me awake half the night trying to find a way out of this."
She paused.
"Nobody has gone from Csadia to Earth for over thirty years, and it is just not possible to send you back. Some of these people have only ten year sentences, but every sentence here is life. There is one young girl in this batch who is only eighteen and only got ten years. Here she could live another forty years, but she will live those years on this prison planet among prisoners."
"But the authorities have to send me back. At worst I shouldn't spend any time with the prisoners," Jacqui protested.
"There are no authorities here, only the prisoners. I am a prisoner," said Kate, "We regulate our own society and it may seem odd to you how we do it, but it keeps us alive, just. I can think of no way of treating you other than as a normal prisoner. I'll bend the rules as far as I can to see that you get a decent owner, but even that may not be possible."
"Owner?" asked Jacqui in astonishment.
"Owner," asserted Kate, "Every woman on Csadia is owned by a male prisoner, without exception. Every male prisoner is owned by some other male prisoner, except for a very few who actually run the planet. You will have to be auctioned this afternoon like every other one of the batch you came in with. If I make an exception for you, nobody will understand and you will be in terrible problems."
She paused before continuing in a more businesslike and less sympathetic manner, "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which is it to be?"
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