by Alma Nilsson
Daz laughed, “It’s not called a competition. It’s called a match.”
“Fine, a match then. For privileges in the kitchen.”
“But what about if I win?” Daz thought then about the light-haired blue-eyed Babette and the dark-haired green-eyed Jade both naked on his bed. He couldn’t help it. These two had his favorite colors among the humans in his charge.
Jade thought about it, “What do you want? I can’t think of anything I can offer you?”
Daz looked at Jade and Babette and whispered in Jade’s ear, “There is nothing you can offer me, I am a married man.”
Jade looked up at Daz and smiled. Then she looked over to Babette and said, “If he wins, I think he wants a threesome with us.”
Babette shook her head, “No, I like you, Jade, but no.”
“I’ll win,” Jade assured her.
“No,” said Babette.
“Something else?” Jade asked Daz. “I thought that was against the rules anyway.”
“Women off-planet have different rules. We can, as long as we are not in Alliance space, behave in ways that would not be acceptable at home.”
“How convenient,” Jade replied. “How about just me?”
Daz looked at Jade and considered it, “No, it’s a big thing you are asking me. The chefs are of the slave class. You are not. They won’t like it, the other officers won’t like it, and the High Council won’t like it. The price is for you both if you lose because if you win, I lose a lot myself.”
“Well, then there will be no match,” Babette said.
Jade looked at Babette, longing in her eyes.
“No,” said Babette firmly. “I don’t even know what a puzzle jug is, and I doubt you will be good at playing, so we are definitely going to lose. And there’s no way I’m sleeping with you or Commander Daz.”
“I can win,” said Jade confidently.
Babette shook her head. She had never even considered a threesome in her life and she certainly was not going to start now with her new friend and an alien man who was definitely at least 50 years older than they were.
“Come on,” said Jade, trying desperately to convince Babette. “We won’t have to. I’ll win.”
“At an alien game you’ve never played?”
“We have something similar on Earth. I’ve played that.”
Daz was amused watching these women, “Madame Jade, do you want to play or not?”
Jade looked at Babette, and she shook her head, “Unfortunately not. But there’s still no chance I could get in the kitchens? I am dying from your bland food onboard.”
Daz smiled, “Under no circumstances. Now, goodnight.” He was disappointed that Jade could not convince Babette to enter into the deal. He would have loved to have both of those humans in his bed before they reached Alliance space. Now he would have to call in not one but two slave artists for the night. Thankfully, he was given priority as he and Ter were most susceptible to the human women’s charms. The slave artists had been making a fortune off the crew who seemed sex crazed by just having so many women onboard. And the slave artists had, of course, taken this opportunity to increase their prices and began purposely warming their skin to make themselves feel more like humans who had a slightly higher body temperature. However, one thing they could not replicate was the softness of humans or the curve of the women’s bodies, nor the fur that covered their genitals. This was something that Daz wished he could feel against his sex and against his mouth. He sighed as he watched the women leave, taking out his IC and messaging for sex slaves. He almost canceled when he received a message back stating the cost would be 150 UCs. But then he considered his need and accepted the extortionate fee.
Babette and Jade began walking back to their quarters. On the way, Babette complained that the men had been good looking but boring and Jade complained that she was bored and wanted to be there already as they were just wasting time.
Then suddenly they saw an Alliance woman dressed in green pass them. They were momentarily shocked. They stopped walking and watched her go.
“Did you just see an Alliance woman?” Babette asked, surprised.
“Yes, and she wasn’t wearing much clothing.”
“I thought women weren’t allowed to leave the planet?”
“Do you think she’s a stowaway?” asked Jade.
“Who lost most of her clothing?” Babette shook her head. “Should we follow her?”
They both turned and went the way the Alliance woman had gone, but they had waited too long, they didn’t know where she had gone. After a few minutes, they gave up and said, ‘goodnight’ both going to their respective quarters.
Although when Babette was in her bed, with the lights out, she couldn’t help but think about the woman they had passed in the corridor. “Computer, how many Alliance women are onboard the Fira now?”
A computer’s voice answered her, “There are 105 Alliance women onboard the Fira right now.”
Babette sat up and said, “Lights on,” and immediately, her room was illuminated. She looked at the grey sheets and asked the computer, “Are you sure? How many human women are aboard the Fira?”
“There are 50 human women and 55 women born on one of the five Alliance planets onboard.”
“What are the occupations of those other women? The Alliance born women?” asked Babette.
“They are slave artists,” the computer told her.
“What are slave artists?”
“Slave artists are people born to the slave class who chose to serve as the embodiment of the Empire.”
Babette threw up her hands and laughed, “So what do they do on the Fira?”
“Serve the crew who need to be reminded of the greatness of the Empire.”
“How?”
“Restate the question?”
“How do they serve as the embodiment of the Empire?”
“Through reciting myths, chanting, and physical relief.”
“Physical relief, you mean sex?”
“Sex or punishments. What is asked of them is given for a price.”
“For a price?”
“Please restate the question.”
“How much do these slave artists cost?”
“At the moment, the going rate is about 10 UC per hour.”
Babette whistled, “Wow, that’s a lot of UCs.”
She got out of bed and then went over to her desk and opened internal communications. She connected to Jade’s room and told her.
Jade had been sleeping and then said, “Oh, I’ve heard about them, I should have remembered. We can talk tomorrow,” she said, yawning and then closed the connection.
Babette was wide awake now but got back into bed anyway and tried to go back to sleep. She lay there in the darkness, thinking about the slave artists and the woman they passed in the corridor. She had been practically naked but adorned with so much jewelry she looked covered and beautiful too. Babette then wondered if she was with one of the men she had met tonight. And then her mind wandered even further, and so did her hand.
Babette began stroking herself, and then the computer interrupted her, and Babette jumped feeling as if someone had walked in on her masturbating.
“Madame Babette, you have a function on your bed to help relieve your sexual desires.”
Babette didn’t move, “Excuse me? I don’t understand.”
“The small panel to the right of your bed has a function called ‘bed’ to help relieve sexual desires.”
Babette sat up and looked at the panel. She pressed the word, ‘bed’ and sure enough a menu appeared:
Five minutes to orgasm
Ten minutes to orgasm
Multiple orgasm over 30 minutes
Input player one
Input multiple players
The list was long and complicated. Babette didn’t know what ‘input’ player one meant. She reckoned it could mean that a hologram person of your choosing appeared. She wondered then if she should try it with one
of the men, she had met that night. Just to see what it would be like to be with a grey-skinned Alliance man. Then a thought occurred to her as she looked at the simple silver ring she left on the bedside table.
“Computer, input player one the former occupant of this room.”
Babette waited breathlessly to see what would happen. Then suddenly, a hologram appeared of a young, naked Alliance man. He was gorgeous. He was tall and was muscular in a slender way, like a swimmer. And then he was joining her on the bed. Touching her through her pajamas which she quickly removed herself. Then she lay back on the bed and watched this grey-skinned hologram caress and lick her body. For a while, she was trying to figure out how the computer made it feel like he was really touching her, but after more than ten minutes, she couldn’t think about anything anymore. And this hologram didn’t feel like a hologram. It all seemed so real. He was kneading her breasts and then licking her inner thighs, her vulva, and finally her clitoris. She orgasmed, but he didn’t stop, he just moved positions and then brought her to orgasm again.
After the second time, the computer brought her out of her lusty haze by asking, “Would you like the hologram to continue?”
Babette frowned, “Really?”
“Please repeat your answer.”
Babette looked at the gorgeous Alliance man and said, “Yes.”
Then the hologram moved on top of her and began positioning himself to slowly enter her vagina. Babette watched in amazement and said out loud, “This all looks so real, but it won’t feel real, will it?”
But when the hologram entered her, it did feel real. It felt very real. His large grey ridged penis touching her soft and wet vagina felt so real she wondered if she had ever had real sex before this moment. As the hologram moved expertly in and out of her with so much precision, Babette couldn’t think of anything but pleasure and fantastic sensations. When she came again, the hologram man disappeared. Babette thought it was so odd the program would work like that, but then she questioned herself, What were you expecting cuddles from the computer?
As Babette lay there in the dark afterward, she held the silver ring and thought, I wonder if all Alliance people are this naughty, sleeping with each other as imaginary holograms? She felt a bit guilty about using the former occupant of the room that way but then reasoned, Who knows if he looks like that? The computer could create anyone and the chances it would know the exact dimensions of his penis, and all are slim, right? But there was a nagging on her brain that reminded her that she was monitored everywhere on ship and that the computer would know her dimensions from just living in the room, especially now after using the ‘bed program’ and the chance that the officer who occupied the room before her had not ever used the bed program was probably nil. She laughed and said out loud, “I did probably just holographically have sex with the man who owns this ring, and he doesn’t even know it. It was fantastic, but was it wrong?” Babette wondered then if she had seen the man at the Assembly. She was still working out how to distinguish all the grey faces, but she didn’t remember seeing anyone who looked like him. Then another thought occurred to her, Now that I have used this sexual program, am I in the database for other men to sleep with my holographic image? And is that limited to the ship? Am I a hologram whore?
Babette drifted off to sleep, assuring herself that she wasn’t attractive enough for the men to even request her so that she would be one of the many women already in the database lost in the numbers.
Of course, the reality was that women’s profiles were only available to their husbands. Babette’s profile would be saved and for her future husband, and no one else would be able to access it.
Space Port One
Babette and Jade sat together in Babette’s quarters. They were only an hour away from reaching the Alliance Capital Planet, and space had suddenly gone from boring to exciting. There were countless starships of all shapes and sizes from all over the galaxy passing their ship as they moved slowly through Alliance space. And whereas internal communications had been mostly quiet for the last three weeks, now there was a constant flow back and forth. Sometimes in a language, Babette now recognized as the unintelligible men’s language and sometimes in standard Alliance, which she could easily understand.
Commander Daz had never been so happy to arrive at Space Port One. The sooner he could hand over these human women, the better. He was relieved he had made it through the four-week journey without any of them marrying or becoming too attached to any of the officers onboard, as far as he knew. But he wasn’t going to look too closely at any relationships that had been formed because, as far as he was concerned, his ignorance would keep him safe.
Once they were docked, an announcement came over the internal communications, “Human women, please report to hangar bay three with all of your small belongings and await further instruction. End.”
Jade stood up and said to Babette, “Let’s go. I’ll grab my things as we pass my room.”
They walked out together and made their way through the busy ship to hangar bay three. Squire Ter and Commander Daz were waiting for them all there. It took some time for everyone to show up, and Charlene was, of course, escorted by her new boyfriend, no one could remember his name, but everyone knew him by sight and just referred to him as ‘Charlene’s boyfriend.’ Charlene said something privately to him, and then he disappeared.
Then everyone focused on Commander Daz.
Daz was going to pretend he didn’t see Lieutenant Hio escort one of his wards to the hangar bay. He thought to himself, I’ve got an hour at most left of this assignment. It’s no longer my problem. I might note it to Madame Bai or, no, I’m just going to pretend I didn’t see that at all. “We have arrived at Alliance Space Port One. Now, you are all required to undergo a medical examination before you are allowed to go down to the Capital Planet.”
“We already had Alliance medical examinations on Earth at your embassy in Paris,” Charlene said. Annoyed, she would have to wait to meet Hio on the planet.
“I know that. I’m sorry. This is the standard Alliance protocol. It will not take long. Now, if you will all come with Squire Ter and me into the spaceport,” Daz said as he turned to walk out.
All the human women fell into line, then mumbling about having to jump through another hoop before reaching their destination. However, once they entered the busy and cosmopolitan spaceport, they forgot all about their complaints. The human women were fascinated by all the different kinds of aliens they saw, and all the aliens were shocked to see them too. Everyone knew what humans looked like, the Galaxy Court, GC, was an intergalactic organization who liked to use humans for their advertisements as humans were considered the most beautiful of all the known species in the galaxy. But humans had a tiny population, lived in a desolate region of the galaxy, and barely left their solar system, so most people had never seen a real human before. And definitely not young beautiful humans, so they stopped and stared, which suited the human women just fine as they wanted to stare too.
Daz was frustrated with both his wards and the nosy aliens in the port, “Come on, nothing to see here, everyone just keep moving.”
The Dulaxian gave Daz a furrowed green brow, and his eyes turned a bright yellow at his words, but Daz would not be intimidated, “I said, keep moving. All of you. You act like you’ve never seen a human or a Dulaxian. Come on.”
Everyone began moving then, and Babette couldn’t help but look back at the slimy green man and think, A Dulaxian, now I’ve seen my first alien besides an Alliance. She felt a rush of excitement flow through her. She really was going to be a part of something much more exhilarating than living on Earth seeing nothing but humans.
By the time Commander Daz and the human women reached the medical screening area, they were already overwhelmed with the cosmopolitan atmosphere of the station, and there was a feeling of curiosity and anticipation about their predicament again. The same enthusiasm as when they left Earth a month before. All the apathy that she ha
d felt about having to go through another medical check had vanished.
Commander Daz stood at the front of their group and spoke to a middle-aged Alliance woman privately. “Doctor Anu, praise be to the gods who have brought us here.”
“May we be thankful you walked in their eternal light, Commander.”
“I’ve brought 50 human women for their medical check. May I leave them in your care now?”
Anu could feel that the Commander wanted to be relieved of his responsibilities, as she carefully searched his mind more, she thought that this had nothing to do with bad behavior but more with his own feelings of insecurity about taking care of them as he felt he should. “Yes, you may leave them in my care. Thank you, Commander.”
Commander Daz bowed to Doctor Anu and then addressed the human women who had traveled over on the Fira, “Madams, it has been an honor to serve as your instructor these past four weeks. I pray the gods will continue to light your paths throughout the Empire.” He bowed to them and then left with Squire Ter, who had also given them a bow.
Babette could see other human women lining up behind them as she watched Commander Daz and Squire Ter go, and she was happy that they were first. She wondered if all 1,000 of them were going to pass through this small screening area, it was going to take a long time, as the screening area only had five medical beds, as far as she could make out.
Doctor Anu looked over the human women in front of her, and she was relieved that on the whole, they were in much better condition than the last group that Admiral Tir had ‘rescued’ from the war with the Jahay. These human women were what she initially expected human women to look like, tall, healthy, and young. Anu was very pleased to see that, at least for the first 50 Commander Daz had brought from the Fira, they were what she had expected of human women and she hoped their dispositions would also match her expectations. “Welcome to your new home in the Alliance Empire, human women from Earth. I am Chief Medical Officer Anu. You may call me Doctor Anu. As our facilities here are not large enough to treat you all, we are going to transfer you to the Space Port One Hospital, which is only a short distance away. Please follow me. All questions will be answered on arrival.” Anu turned and began walking, and she could hear the women following. Her assistants would bring up the rear. This was the first of 150 of the human women, they would repeat this same procedure for the next groups of human women as they were allowed off their ships. Doctor Anu wanted to keep the human women separated in groups of 150 and 200 for the moment. She didn’t think that any of these human women would have the same traits or behavior as Junior Doctor Drusilla, but she was the kind of woman that would rather not take her chances. She wanted no groups of human women larger than what she, her doctors, and their security guards could control at one time.