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{ASSM} Party Slave (Bradley Stoke) (FF FM Caution)

Title: Party Slave
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: FF FM Caution
Short Summary: Liberty and Bondage in the Kuiper Belt


[This story has been previously published on Ruthie's Club
(www.ruthiesclub.com) where it was edited by the late
lamented Ruthie and illustrated by Brett Empty.]



Story: Party Slave (7,367 words)

Zee knew that people in the outer solar system were more
liberal about sex than they were nearer Earth orbit. In
fact, the prospect of witnessing incest and orgies rather
excited her. But Zee never expected to find such a thing
as a Party Slave.


For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www


Party Slave
===========



Zee was beginning to regret her decision to visit her old
college friend, Anastasia, out here in the Kuiper Belt. Why
did Anastasia have to live so far out? Even with the
incredibly fast ships that sped across the solar system,
necessarily at a distant plane, it had taken Zee months to
get to Theseus from her home in the crowded Earth orbit.
And she wasn't sure when she'd got there that the journey
had really been worth it.

Once upon a time, Theseus had been some kind of planet
or asteroid, mostly composed of frozen water and methane.
It hadn't taken very many years from the first landing to it
being remodelled as a settlement to resolve the ever-
pressing need for more and cheaper real estate. But it was
old now, showing its age through the inefficiencies of its
gravity simulators and by the evidence of its rather chunky
architecture. And this far out in the solar system, there
were never very many foreign visitors at all. Certainly not
black ones. For whatever reason, the outer solar system had
attracted mostly people from the old Central European and
Russian ethnic groups, who had a reputation for their rough
frontier personality. Not only her skin colour made her
different, but also the fact that her hair was brushed out
into an enormous afro and that she wore a tunic and
trousers, unlike the dresses and skirts worn by most women
in this corner of deep space.

Not that there was much for the people of Theseus to do,
except stare at Zee as she walked through the spaceport
with her bag of duty-free goods, followed by her luggage
hovering a metre above the ground behind her. She felt like
such a freak! Not something she'd ever felt before. But she
knew it was only a small minority of the frontiersmen who
actually had any useful work to do: those working in the
media, or in fashion and design, or in scientific research.
As everywhere else in the solar system, there just weren't
enough jobs to go round for the number of people who
wanted them. Not that those not in work were necessarily
poor. Millennia of investment and property speculation had
generated more inherited wealth than could ever be
consumed in a billion lifetimes.

As Zee surveyed the concourse ahead of her, trying to spot
her friend in the crowd, she reflected that wealth in these
outer reaches wasn't that evenly distributed. Bizarre as it
might seem in this advanced day and age, many people in
Theseus had to rely on charity to survive. There were men
and women actually begging at the spaceport. For whatever
credit they could. These unfortunates had somehow not
benefited from the legacy of wealth that continued to fuel
the economic system and which, after all these hundreds of
generations, was still generating a healthy percentage
growth rate. One whose physical manifestation had literally
spread to the stars.

And there was Anastasia with her brother Sergei and two
older people, presumably her parents, standing together
beneath a hovering holograph that had Zee's name
engraved on it. Zee rushed across the marble concourse
toward her friend and kissed her on the lips.

"Zee! I'm so pleased to see you!" burbled Anastasia, who
was a slightly plump girl with very white skin and long red
hair. She was wearing a long dress that flowed from her
shoulders and whose train hovered in the air behind her.
Dressed very much like her mother, in fact.

"It's been a hell of a journey!" exclaimed Zee. "And this
must be Sergei." Zee kissed Anastasia's brother, who was
thinner than his sister and had shoulder-length hair. He was
dressed more like Zee - tunic, trousers, and knee-high
boots - than like Anastasia. Fashion changed very little
over the solar system, but quite clearly people in Theseus
were slightly more conservative.

"Sergei's been looking forward to seeing you ever so
much!" Anastasia exclaimed, squeezing her brother's
crotch under her parents' approving gaze. Zee blanched
slightly. But this gesture of her college friend reminded her
of why she'd been so keen in the first place to come out so
far in the solar system to stay a while with Anastasia and
her family. Not that she'd much else to do. Like virtually
all her college friends she'd so far failed to find any
remunerative employment. Even with a qualification as
theoretically employable as a degree in linguistics, there
just weren't any jobs for her. There were only a few things
left that couldn't be done much better by machine.
Education. Medicine. Construction. These were all so
much better entrusted to robots, nanobots and computers.

Zee kissed the cheeks of Anastasia's parents, who were
both warm and welcoming. The mother gave her a friendly
hug, her huge breasts pressed against Zee's rather smaller
bosom. "I do so hope we get on together, you and I.
Anastasia said you like the company of women."

Zee nodded her head. Anastasia had obviously told her
mother about their love affair at college. However, Zee's
own parents would have been a lot less enthusiastic. For
whatever accident of history, these outer regions had a
reputation for sexual license. And Theseus' reputation was
one of the most licentious. A licentiousness that was not
nearly as prevalent in the more ancient, slightly staid
communities in the inner planets.

But it was this very liberal sexual attitude that had saved
Zee's friendship with Anastasia after they had been an item
for more than a whole term. When Zee discovered boys,
and became more sure of her sexuality after having played
both ways for so long, Anastasia merely shrugged when
Zee told her that she had started having sex with Roy on a
regular basis. "So what? What difference does that make?
As long as I can taste his cock as well." It was then that
Zee learnt just how far Anastasia's sexual permissiveness
went. Boys. Girls. Two. Three. Four. All at the same time.
Her brother. Her father. Her mother. In fact, Zee wasn't
convinced that Anastasia would even have drawn the line
at animals. Although Zee was more than delighted to
introduce Anastasia to her parents as her close friend and
lover, she would not have told them about some of the wild
group sex sessions they had enjoyed together.

Zee had come to miss all that in the years since she had left
college on the elite campuses of Haley's Comet and had
returned to live with her parents under the rather more
predictably constant glare of the Earth orbit Sun. Her
parents might not mind when she brought home a boy, or
even, rather less often now, a girl, but they preferred that
she kept her sexual games confined to her own rooms in
the condominium. If she'd brought back two or more
friends at a time, her parents were unlikely to be nearly as
understanding. But attitudes were rather different here.

Anastasia's father kissed Zee gently, but she could see the
lust in his eyes. "I hope we get along famously. And you'll
have plenty of opportunity to get to know every inch of us
as intimately as you want to. We're having a party
tomorrow night. We've invited a few friends around. If you
like dick, as well as my daughter's cunt, then you're going
to have a good time, Zee sweetie."

"And none of them have seen black cunt before!"
commented Anastasia's mother, squeezing Zee's hand in
her own. "Not for real, anyway. That'll be ever so much of
a treat!"

Zee smiled again. But there was a hint of nervousness
behind her eyes and the brilliant whiteness of her teeth.
She'd often wondered what Anastasia's parents might be
like, as she and her lover had rolled around together on the
mattress, her tongue exploring the darker pink interior of
Anastasia's vagina. Anastasia had so often described them
to her. Sergei's long thin dick and his keenness on anal
entry. An interest he shared and expressed with his male
friends. Anastasia's mother and her massive nipples.
Nipples that Anastasia liked to get stiff and long and then
stroke against her clitoris. And her father? There seemed
to be no acrobatic feat of sexual endeavour that he wasn't
expert in. And when he and Sergei were together, her
father fucking her in the front and her brother at the back?
Why! You couldn't believe the fun they had!

Zee could never, would never, imagine such behaviour
within her own family. But with Anastasia's family, out
here in the Kuiper Belt, where the round trip for a
videophone call took nearly a week, Zee felt she could be
adventurous in a way that even at college she'd felt a little
constrained.

There was no denying that Theseus was a fairly
claustrophobic kind of place. Architecture in the time of its
creation had simply not envisaged the five kilometre high
vaults and open green spaces of more recent developments.
And the worst was that there was no Sun. Zee knew that
outside the settlement, where the temperatures were
frighteningly close to absolute zero, the Sun was really
almost exactly the same size as all the other stars in the
sky. But it wasn't just the long walkways and towering
buildings that made Theseus such a claustrophobic
settlement, home though it was to between five and six
million souls. There was the constant brush of people's
gaze as she walked along with Anastasia and her family,
astonished by her huge bush of hair and the skin-tight fit of
her clothes, not to mention her skin colour. Zee was
relieved when the family entered their transport pod and
sped through the underground tunnels to Anastasia's home
in the outer suburbs of the second city of Agamemnon.

Compared to Zee's own home, Anastasia's home was
enormous. Real estate was much better value here. Wide
open gardens, a huge swimming pool, two or three floors
of mansion with verandas for every room, and huge trees
towering above the house around which were fluttering
doves and gibbering monkeys. Zee knew that Anastasia's
family weren't too badly off. The inheritance of a fortune
made from low temperature nanotechnology, when
exploration to these outer corners of the solar system was
driven by good economic reasons. They might not be rich,
exactly, but they were far from being poor. Unlike the few
beggars that Zee saw at the spaceport and whose presence
followed them to where the transport pod was parked.

Zee settled into her bedroom, which was one of several
spare rooms on the top floor overlooking the swimming
pool and with a view across the lawns to the other houses
and mansions that also lined the long tree-lined avenue.
She gazed out of the window and could just about make
out the even glow of the powerful light generators two or
three kilometres above her head, under which floated
several clouds that, against the blue painted background,
made the place look deceptively like a proper natural
planet. Of which, of course, there was only one. And Zee
had never been able to afford to go there. Earth was by far
the most expensive and exclusive tourist destination in the
populated universe.

It wasn't long until Anastasia wandered into her bedroom.
Zee knew exactly what her friend wanted. She was wearing
no clothes, and she had perfumed the blonde curly hairs of
her vagina. She wandered across the room, past the bed
and sofas to the veranda where Zee had been standing,
smiling seductively. Zee sighed. It had been so long! And
she'd last had sex with a woman ooh! months ago. In fact,
if it hadn't been for that evening with that man on the space
ship who was returning from a trip to Jupiter, she'd very
nearly had no sex at all for over a month. Zee put an arm
around Anastasia's naked back, who reciprocated in kind,
and the two of them watched the monkeys running up and
down the tall trees.

Making love with Anastasia again was so much like
jumping into the same pool again. She remembered her
friend's smells and scents so well. The roll of her white
flesh. The slightly thickened lips and the flattened face.
The smoothness of her vagina: its folds intricate and
beautiful, the curled blonde hair thick and luxurious. Her
buttocks into which her fingernails sunk in so deep. And
Anastasia, as always, was expert in pushing Zee to the
limits of her passion. How could a tongue, teeth and
fingers be all that was needed to transport her to such loud
gasps of ecstasy? Their hands and legs entangled, their
sweaty bosoms slid against each other, the spicy taste of
whatever Anastasia had been eating on Zee's tongue.

And all the while, the artificial dusk spread across the
suburbs and Zee's image of her lover's ivory white skin
became greyer and darker, until it was so dark that
Anastasia commanded the lights to come on. Zee rubbed
her vagina. It had got quite sore from the attention of
Anastasia's tongue and her crotch rubbing against hers.

"Sergei will love that. He really would," remarked
Anastasia, stroking Zee's crotch.

"Not tonight, please," pleaded Zee. "I really am very tired
after my journey!"

"Of course you are, sweetest. I forgot. But we're all
dreadfully keen to know you better."

This was very obvious at dinnertime, which was in the
garden over the swimming pool and under the shade of
some palm trees. But Zee was genuinely tired. Her
lovemaking with Anastasia had truly exhausted her, as if
she were not already drained after her voyage through deep
space and the odd sensation of shifting through so many
different gravitational forces. The wine that accompanied
the excellent food, served by the almost human-looking
androids, made her feel even more tired. She watched with
slight amusement as Sergei began kissing his mother. And
then his father pulled off his clothes, pulled down his
grinning son's trousers and began thrusting his erect penis
into his son's arse. His mother knelt down and licked and
stroked her son's erect penis, while also caressing her
husband's and guiding its tip into Sergei's hairy arse.

Anastasia placed a hand on Zee's arm and gestured towards
the activity. "Come on, lover! Let's get it on. It'll be fun!"

Zee shook her head sadly. "I really am very tired. I think all
I really need is a good night's sleep."

Anastasia frowned. She was genuinely disappointed. "Oh!
Come on, Zee! Sergei's not been talking about anything
except getting his dick up your arse. And my father? You
can see that he's pretty well hung!" Anastasia could see that
Zee wasn't going to budge. She shook her head again,
pulled off her dress and joined her family as they rolled
around on the lawn by the edge of the swimming pool.

Zee felt slightly disconcerted as she watched Anastasia's
father push his penis into his daughter's anus. Not that it
was the first time she'd seen Anastasia penetrated in that
way. But from her father! And Sergei was fucking his
sister's more commonly used orifice from underneath,
while her mother kissed and licked her daughter's face.
Customs in Theseus were clearly quite different from those
back home in the inner planets. It would take her a while to
get used to all this. But there was the prospect of the party
tomorrow at which she was determined to let everything
go. Then she also would know what it was like to have
Sergei's dick in her arse. And Anastasia's father's dick in
her cunt.

However, Zee was getting quite dizzy with exhaustion. She
staggered out of her chair, dragging the length of the dress
she'd chosen to wear across the grass, until the train
recognised what was required of it and levitated several
centimetres above the ground. She staggered into the
house, partly with the intention of finding somewhere to
relieve herself and partly with the intention of collapsing
into bed. But as she walked in, past the androids that were
as lifeless as shop display dummies now that they weren't
doing anything, she wasn't at all sure where to go. And she
didn't want to interrupt the rather loud and abandoned
lovemaking to ask directions from any of Anastasia's
family. The effects of the wine weren't helping her sense of
direction either.

It was in this way, after pushing open so many doors that
really didn't lead to anything that resembled either a
lavatory or a bedroom, that she entered an unlit room on
the basement floor of the house. At first she thought it was
empty. In fact she thought there must be something wrong
with the lighting system that it remained so dim after she'd
entered it. She had to actually verbally command the light
to shine brighter. And it was then that she saw Themira.

Zee wasn't at all sure that she was seeing correctly. Surely
the wine hadn't affected her that much. The girl was totally
naked. Her neck and ankles were secured by thick iron
chains and bolts to a post in the corner of the room. She
appeared to be fast asleep. Zee strode over to the girl. She
was quite young, certainly younger than either Zee or
Anastasia, and her head was totally shaved. As indeed, Zee
could see, so too was her crotch. There were huge metal
rings threaded through her nipples and another ring
through her nostrils. There was even a huge metal ring
threaded through her vagina, right through both sets of lips.
As Zee's eyes became more accustomed to the sight of this
pale skin, she became aware of red and blue marks all over
the girl's back and legs. They were long and thin, as if the
girl had been hit by a cane or a whip.

Zee hovered over the girl for a few moments. She was
feeling somewhat dizzy, and she wasn't sure whether this
faintness was due to alcohol or to the disorientation caused
by seeing this peculiar sight. Her main thought was how
very uncomfortable it must be for the girl to have to sleep
on that hard floor, with all those metal rings and chains
restraining her. But the girl seemed to be sleeping. Her
eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Whatever
else Zee should do, she shouldn't wake the girl up.

Zee staggered out of the room and made her way to her
bedroom, where after finally emptying her bowels, she
pulled off her clothes, collapsed on the bed and was fast
asleep almost as soon as she'd closed her eyes.

When Zee woke up, she found herself lying next to
Anastasia, who was similarly naked and whose arms were
around her. Zee smiled and dreamily kissed her friend.

"I'm oh! so looking forward to the party tonight!" Anastasia
exclaimed.

Zee leaned over and rested her face on Anastasia's bosom.
It was so warm and soft. The bush of her long curly hair
formed a kind of pillow, strands of which brushed against
her cheeks and thick lips. "I'm sure it'll be fun."

"Everyone'll be there. We're inviting everybody. There's
Ivan. He's got a massive cock! And you'd be amazed at
what Sonya can do with a bottle! And you might remember
Boris. He was a year or two below us at college."

"Will that girl in the basement be there?"

"Girl in the basement? What are you talking about?"
Anastasia frowned in genuine puzzlement.

"The naked shaven girl. The one with all the chains."

Anastasia laughed, though Zee didn't think it was an
especially pleasant or sympathetic laugh. "Oh you mean
Themira. The slave. Yeah, of course she'll be there. She's
the main attraction. Besides you, of course."

"Slave?" wondered Zee. Was she hearing right?

"Yeah, of course. Slave. You don't have them in your part
of the solar system, do you? Here, everyone's got one.
Well, those who can afford them, that is. We've had
Themira for months now. She's not worn out yet!"
Anastasia laughed indulgently. "And that's despite Father's
best attempts!"

Zee frowned. "Slave? The girl's a slave. How can that be?
Slavery's not existed for millennia. And anyway, what's the
use for a slave? Robots and machines do everything.
There's not been slaves since the Second Millennium."

Anastasia laughed delightedly. "You really are funny, Zee!
Slaves are for sex. You can do it with machines. And you
can do it with robots. And you can do it in cyberspace. But
nothing beats the real thing."

"But you don't need a slave for sex. You didn't need a slave
for sex last night, for instance."

Anastasia laughed again. "You mean that little bit of fun by
the pool? Well, we didn't need a slave then. But when
Father got really excited, then we brought the slave out. He
gave her such a good thrashing, I can tell you. Didn't you
hear her scream? No, poor dear. You were sleeping so
soundly." Anastasia kissed her lover on the shoulder. "And
Sergei and Father did a double rear entry while I gave her a
bit of a whipping myself. That was fun! If you'd been with
us, you'd have been able to play."

Zee's face disintegrated into disgust and revulsion. "I just
can't believe you're saying all this, Anastasia. What you
were doing doesn't sound like sex to me. It sounds like
humiliation and cruelty. Surely, this girl, Themira, she can't
enjoy all of that."

"Fuck what she wants!" Anastasia snarled. "She's a slave.
We bought her as one, and we can do what the fuck we like
with her. Until we get tired of her, and then she'll just be
chucked out. Then she can be a beggar or a whore or
whatever else slaves do when they're not slaves any more."

Zee pulled herself off her lover, astonished by Anastasia's
callousness. "Do you mean you seriously don't care?"

"Of course I don't. No one cares about slaves. We give her
a bit of a beating. Make her suffer. Make her hurt. That's
what slaves are for. And as long as you don't damage them
too much they've got everything to be grateful for. At least
they're not starving to death in the streets."

"Starving to death? What do you mean?"

Anastasia frowned. "Things are too soft in your corner of
the solar system. You have it too easy. Here in Theseus,
not everything is wonderful. Many, if not most, people here
are just not doing that well. They can hardly afford food.
Fuck knows how they even manage to afford clothes to
protect their precious privacy. What do you think a slave
would rather do? Give us pleasure? At a cost. Or starve?"

Zee didn't like this side of Theseus' culture at all. Nor her
friend's unsympathetic attitude to it. Back home, there was
no poverty. Not very many people were as wealthy as
Anastasia's family either, but everyone was cared for.
Everyone had a full, rich life. There were those who
worked or had a particularly fortuitous inheritance, and
therefore had rather fuller and richer lives than others. Zee
could count herself in that fortunate category. Her father
worked as a set designer on cyber-television. But nobody
starved and nobody was a slave. Zee had heard about
poverty, of course, but like the other unpleasantnesses in
the solar system, like the long-running war in the Asteroid
Belt or that horrible plague in the Oort Cloud, she'd never
really paid much attention to it. She'd just hoped she'd
never have to confront it directly.

Later that day, Zee knew she had to see the slave girl
again. Thoughts about her had haunted her all day. It even
had a detrimental affect on her lovemaking with Anastasia,
which was not as passionate as the day before. In fact, she
was almost pleased when Anastasia said she had to leave to
visit her friend, Natalie, and could leave Zee alone on the
come- and sweat-soaked sheets. Zee wandered around her
room naked and languorous for several hours, not at all
sure what to do. She could log into cyberspace. She could
watch a film. Even just relax on the veranda with a book.
But she found she was spending most of her time staring at
her naked black figure in a full-length mirror. Perky firm
breasts with the large aureole, dark brown nipples. The
lighter pink of the flesh inside her vagina. The trim slim
figure. How was it that she was any different than the slave
in the basement? Who was just as pretty as her, even if her
baldness and her welts and bruises made her seem less so.

Zee eventually built up enough courage to make her way
down to the basement, past the lifeless androids in the
hallway and the busy domestic robots that were eating the
dust and preparing the house for the evening's party. When
she arrived at the place where she'd seen the slave, she
found the room just as dark and miserable as it had been
the night before. And the slave, Themira, was chained up
in exactly the same way, except that in front of her was a
bowl of water and a bowl of some fairly unappetising
gruel.

Zee was horrified to see that what Anastasia had been
saying was quite true. There were fresh marks on the girl's
back and buttocks, and scratches over her face and
shoulders. One scratch was quite prominent as it cut across
the light blue stubble of her shaven pate. Zee stood by the
door and looked across at Themira, not sure what to do or
say. And then she noticed that Themira was staring at her
through light blue eyes underneath pale blonde eyebrows,
and the expression on her face was one of fear. In fact, the
girl was visibly trembling.

"Please don't hurt me, miss. Not now. Later this evening,
you can hurt me. Then you can whip me. But not now.
Please not. I'm not ready."

Themira's voice was soft and tremulous. And peculiarly
submissive. Zee had never heard anyone speak in such a
humble tone before. "Don't worry, Themira. That is your
name, isn't it? I haven't come to hurt you."

The slave turned her head away and then bent down to sip
the water from the bowl. For the first time, Zee noticed that
the bowls were fixed to the ground and Themira wasn't
able to drink or eat by lifting the bowls to her mouth. And
there were no feeding implements. Furthermore, her wrists
were chained together, and the trail of the chain went
through a network that pulled taut her nipples and tugged
on her vagina. Even the smallest actions were at best
uncomfortable, and at worst positively painful.

"So what have you come for? What else would anyone
come to see me for, if it's not to abuse me or hurt me? And
why are you a funny colour? Have you had some operation
to change your skin colour?"

"It's my natural colour!" said Zee proudly. She knew that
some people spent a lot of credit to change their skin
pigmentation. Not just black or brown, but also blue, red or
green. Zee was born black. She looked at Themira again.
"In truth, I don't know why I came here. I'm a friend of
Anastasia's. I'm visiting from the inner solar system. We
went to college together. It's just that I've never seen a
slave before."

"Well, you've seen one now, miss. Are you satisfied by
what you see?"

Zee was puzzled and confused. She wasn't at all sure what
she wanted to achieve. "I just thought that maybe?
perhaps? I don't know? I mean? Why are you a slave?
Was it a career decision?"

"'Career decision'? I don't know what you're talking about,
miss. My father sold me into slavery because he was in
debt. He used to drink and gamble. And it went wrong.
And he'd already sold my older sister. So, it was my turn."

"You were 'sold'! Can they do that?"

"Of course, they can, miss. I really don't understand why
you're asking these questions. I'm a slave. Unless you're
one of the abolitionists you hear about, what are you going
to do, miss? My father had no choice. If he didn't pay his
debts, he'd have been killed. That's what these debt-
collectors do. They're ruthless, they are. He'd already lost
two fingers and an ear from his last debt before he'd sold
my sister. So, he had no choice. Him and my mother and
my two younger sisters. They've got to eat, haven't they,
miss?"

"That can't be right. It's the Fourth Millennium. Not the
Second or First. There can't be slavery, extortion and
racketeering today. It just doesn't make sense."

"I don't understand you, miss. Perhaps in the Martian or
Terran or Venusian orbits things are different. But out here,
in Theseus, when the going gets tough, there aren't that
many options. And rich folks like having slaves. They've
had them for generations. It's like a status symbol for them.
Big house. Nice address. Set of realistic androids. And a
sex slave. And while people want to buy them, there'll
always be people willing to sell them."

"But you can't possibly want to be a slave."

"Of course I don't want to be, miss. But I can consider
myself lucky. Some of the richer slave-owners kill their
slaves. It's like a sport for them, miss. It's called 'Snuff'. Of
course, only the richest ones can afford to do that. And be
able to get away with it. Here, I just get beaten, humiliated,
abused and fucked up the arse. Is that what you want to do,
miss? Fuck me up the arse?"

"Goodness! No! Of course not."

Zee left Themira feeling fairly dissatisfied. She'd tried to
talk to the girl, tried to be kind to her, and the girl had just
not been grateful or responsive or anything. When she
returned to her room and immersed herself in the artificial
reality of a history show, she told herself it was not
surprising that someone who'd been sold into slavery by
her father and was daily subjected to arbitrary cruelty and
humiliation should feel somewhat bitter. She also felt that
Themira should have shown some gratitude for her trying
to offer her comfort even though, of course, she'd no idea
what she should do. She couldn't very well free the girl.
She was Anastasia's guest, after all. And she didn't have a
key to all the manacles and bolts that were constraining
her, even if that was not the issue.

Later, Zee ventured out into the garden where preparations
were underway for the party. Anastasia and her mother
were giving orders to the domestic robots of where to place
the buntings, balloons and other decorations. Anastasia's
father was busy supervising an android whose task was to
barbecue sausages, burgers and steak. Sergei was dozing
naked on a lounger by the swimming pool. Zee strode over
to Anastasia.

"Is there anything I can do?" she asked.

Anastasia smiled. "Not on the preparation front, sweetest.
But you could help Sergei. He's been dying to get to know
you better."

"Help Sergei?" Zee wondered. He didn't look like he
needed help. As she soon found out, the assistance Sergei
wanted was of a sexual nature. And so it was that for the
first time in weeks, Zee once again enjoyed the taste of
cock. And, Zee had to admit, Sergei was well endowed. It
took very little time for him to ease off her clothes and for
the two of them to get down to business under the
approving eyes of Anastasia and her parents. Zee had been
warned about Sergei's predilection for anal intercourse, but
she made sure she got her vagina stuffed first. She
straddled Sergei as he reclined on the bed, after having
brought his penis to a full erection by her sucking and
chewing, and guided it into her vagina. Fuck! It felt so
good! Stiff and hard and pumping! Just as a cock should
be. Zee supported her weight by placing her hands on
Sergei's shoulders and pushing her buttocks up and down,
up and down, as Sergei pushed up and down himself, so
that each inward thrust was that much deeper and that
much more urgent.

Soon, after having fallen off the lounger and onto the lawn,
Sergei was able to penetrate the orifice of his choice. That
dick of his! Already big enough to fill a cunt as slippery
wet and willing as Zee's, it was a much tighter fit now as
he pushed into the smaller less elastic hole at the rear,
parting her buttocks with his thumbs, and pushing and
thrusting. And all the while grunting and snorting. Zee's
own cries were throatier, more urgent, louder, and more
passionate. Where was this passion coming from? Why
was she feeling so excited? Zee decided that must have
been a result of seeing Anastasia and her family make love
together the night before, but they weren't intervening in
Zee's lovemaking with Sergei. It was as if they had decided
the two should get to know each other exclusively. But Zee
was conscious of Anastasia and her parents busying
themselves around the garden, and observing her and her
fucking on occasion with a kind of semi-detached interest.

Zee didn't really notice the start of the party or the guests
arriving. In fact, her evening seemed to be an unending
sequence of sexual encounters all in the large expanse of
Anastasia's garden. There was little pause between
partners. Just enough time to drink, smoke or pop a pill.
Zee was certainly a very popular guest. Her black skin, her
enormous bush of thick curly hair, there wasn't a guest who
didn't want at least a taste of it. Zee's arse was penetrated
again. Dicks queued up to penetrate her vagina. There was
a splatter of semen on her chest. Both men and women,
boys and girls, took advantage of her body. And Zee was
more than up for it. Her body was one hot, perspiring, sex-
smelling, slippery mass of black love flesh. She rolled
around on the grass in a huddle of bodies. At one stage,
Anastasia rejoined her friend. At another time, there was
Anastasia's mother. Zee had absolutely no idea which of
the other men fucked her or which women licked, sucked,
and chewed her. Often she didn't even see their faces. Just
their genitals, breasts and the intimate details of their
bodies.

But Zee was not a sexual athlete. However hot she was,
(and she guessed that some of the drugs she'd had made her
even hotter), she didn't have the stamina for too many
hours of passion. She tired, no longer really enjoying the
sex. She let the last dick come inside her and then slumped
exhausted on the grass, closing her legs as a sign that shop
was shut for the moment. But although her physical
strength was depleted, she was still in a heightened state of
arousal. She lay on the ground with her friend Anastasia
who was naked and hot herself.

It was then that she noticed Themira. Well, there was no
mistaking that naked white flesh with the shaved head. She
was roped up in a most uncomfortable position and
surrounded by several men, none of whom she recognised.
Not that it was at all unlikely that she'd only recently
enjoyed sex with one or all of them. There were two dicks
poking at Themira's face, one man was thrusting into her
vagina from the front, and Zee could see another dick
penetrating her anus from underneath. Zee had never seen
that kind of multiple sex orgy on one person before,
although it was quite possible that moments ago she herself
had been the centre of a similar number of male admirers.
However, it was obvious that Themira was not enjoying
this attention at all. Her eyes were red. There were streaks
of tears down her cheeks. Her face was also splattered by
thick creamy splotches of what Zee could only assume was
semen.

"Do you like what you see?" wondered Anastasia,
nonchalantly sipping from her glass.

"What do you mean?" Zee wondered.

"The slave. Do you like what you see? The bitch is having
a bit of fun now. But she can't enjoy herself too much. She
has to be punished again soon."

"It doesn't look like it's much fun for her at the moment."

"Fuck! Zee! It's no different to the sex you were enjoying a
moment ago. If you enjoyed it, then why wouldn't she?"

"It's different. It's a question of choice."

"Is choice a privilege or a curse, Zee? Our little slave
doesn't have to do fucking anything except what we tell her
to. Anyway, it looks like her friends are finishing now.
And look! Our little slave's been a little tardy in licking the
shit off that dick. She's gonna get it now."

Zee watched with Anastasia's arms around her as Themira
was roughly tied to a steel frame by cords, her arms and
legs spread out to the four corners. Weights were tied to
the rings in her nipples and her vagina, which must have
added to the discomfort she was already experiencing. In
fact, Zee was sure that 'discomfort' was too weak a word to
describe the pain the slave was suffering. Her head
drooped down helplessly. Her eyes stared out. A blank,
bitter, almost unseeing gaze.

Then Anastasia's naked father strode up to the girl, with a
penis no longer fully erect but which he stroked with one
hand. In the other hand he was carrying what looked like a
cane. It was a long length of flexible wood with a curved
handle. Did such things really exist? Zee wondered. Then
Anastasia's father addressed the guests.

"As you have no doubt had the pleasure of seeing or even
enjoying directly, our sluttish slave here has had the honour
and privilege of providing you with her services all
evening. It is now the time to decide whether she has
served you well. She has been fucked and sucked and
buggered for many hours now. Has she provided a good
quality of service? Or do you think she should be punished
for her shoddiness, her lack of willingness and her general
sluttishness? How do you vote?"

Zee watched with morbid fascination as the guests trotted
out reasons why Themira should be punished: reasons that
really didn't seem at all credible to Zee. She had not
expressed gratitude after sucking shit off a penis. She had
objected to having a guest piss in her mouth. She had not
smiled when a guest squirted his semen into her eyes.

"In that case," Anastasia's father announced, "our slave
deserves to be whipped. And I think it's only right that my
daughter's visitor from the distant Earth orbit should be
given that opportunity."

"Ooh! That's you, Zee!" said Anastasia excitedly. "Come
on, Zee! Give the slut what she deserves."

"What? Me? I can't do that! It's wrong. I can't hit someone
else."

"Do you want Father to do it? He'll beat the girl so hard
she'll bleed. He can get really brutal."

"It's still wrong."

"If you don't do it, someone else will. Someone with less
compassion than you. If you worry about hurting the girl,
do it yourself. Then you can temper your blows. Keep them
on the soft side of vicious."

Zee was not convinced, but Anastasia's coaxing and that of
the other guests pulled her onto her feet. She wandered
unsteadily over to Anastasia's father, hardly able to focus
on anything or anyone. She was still disorientated by all the
sex and drugs and drink she'd had. Semen coated her pubic
hairs and the top of her thighs. There was dried sticky
semen on her cheeks and chin. She took the cane that was
proffered and held it awkwardly in her hands. It was long
and flexible. She flexed it slightly. It was made of real
wood. Not plastic.

"What do I do?"

"You slap her, of course," Anastasia's father said. "You
bring it back like this, " he drew back his arm in
demonstration, "and then thwack it sharply like this." He
brought his arm forward with a pretend swing, like
someone demonstrating how to use a tennis racquet.
"Thwock!"

Zee was still very unsure. She wandered over to Themira,
tied up with her head drooping. She was clearly suffering
from the strain of being strung up in this totally unnatural
way. Zee put her face towards the girl. It didn't look very
pretty now. Thick scabs of dried semen caked onto her
cheeks and her forehead. Snot was running from her
nostrils and streaming down into her mouth and off the end
of her chin to drop on her breasts. Her eyes were red and
raw, but there were no tears now. Plenty of streaky
evidence that she'd been crying, though.

"I don't want to do this, you know," she whispered to the
girl.

Themira raised her head and looked at Zee with a pleading
expression. Her voice was soft and croaking. "Then please
don't do it, miss. Please don't. I've suffered so much."

"But I have to, Themira. If I don't, then someone else will.
And they'll be brutal. And cruel."

"And you aren't, miss?" asked the girl in a weak almost
inaudible voice. "You're no different if you beat me. You're
just the same as the others. Just a lot more sanctimonious!"

Fuck! That hurt. Totally out of order. Zee had tried to
express sympathy to the bald, filthy slut, and the girl was
so insolent. Red anger boiled in Zee's eyes. She stood back
with the cane and slapped Themira's buttocks with it. The
cane whistled through the air and hit the buttocks with a
reassuring crack. Themira's body shivered and shook with
the pain, and she struggled in vain against the cords that
tied her and held her in place. She gave vent to a sharp cry.
Something like the cry of an orgasm, but sharper and
louder.

And then Zee's recollection of her chastisement of Themira
became unclear. She was egged on by the cheers and
chortles of Anastasia, Sergei and the other guests, as she
beat at Themira's buttocks with the cane, feeling a
vicarious and peculiar spasm of ecstasy with each crack of
the cane and the slave's answering shout of pain and agony.
The tears began flowing again. Snot spluttered out like
gobbets of come onto her breasts. Her body jerked,
spasmed and kicked in her confinement with each crack.
And with the guests' encouragement, she caned Themira's
breasts, thighs and cunt with the same vigour as she did the
buttocks.

After this session, Zee was not able to look at Themira in
the same way. She was now herself a torturer. She was
complicit with the abuse and violence of Theseusian
society. And, what was worse, she'd enjoyed it.

She spent the rest of the party luxuriating without urgency
and with little actual sex in the company of a body of men
and women, including Sergei and Anastasia. Her breasts
were licked, her nipples sucked, her clitoris chewed, her
face lavished with kisses. And what of Themira? Zee saw
the slave taken down from the harness and tied at its base.
For the rest of the party she was used as a toilet. Guests
would shit or piss on her, or even into her mouth. And all
the while she looked even more miserable and unhappy.
Even as she thanked the guests as they pissed down her
throat or shat on her breasts.

Zee looked at the sight with pity. She was not so far gone
that she would herself choose to excrete or urinate on the
girl. But she knew now that there was a part of her that
would not now rest so easily when she went to sleep.
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