Stop it!
My mind races in circles for hours, not stopping until Forta returns, opening my cage.
“Any news?” I ask as I climb out.
He nods. “We have a deal. Go eat and get cleaned.”
Holy shit.
From his demeanor, I can’t tell if that’s good or bad.
Walking through the ship, I look out the window to see we’ve reached a planet. On a glance I can tell it’s neither Earth nor Dokkedex: the planet is completely brown. I can distinguish oceans and land masses based on their differing shades, but I have to look closely.
“Where are we?” I ask, staring at the unfamiliar world.
“You’ll find out, now go,” he replies.
I do as Forta says, heading for the cleaning station. Once I finish, I get out to find a plate of food waiting for me. However, I’m way more curious than hungry.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Forta growls. “Eat.”
Suppressing the urge to complain, I do as I’m told. Maybe he’s worried I’ll lose my appetite once I hear what’s coming. Though I fight the urge to shovel down the food, I eat as quickly as I reasonably can.
“Okay, what is the place?” I say once I’m done. “Why are we here?”
Forta answers by setting the ship in motion, descending toward the planet. “Kaizel will meet us on the surface. He’s asked me not to tell you anything else. He wants to see the look on your face when... when you figure out where we are.”
I swallow down a lump that’s threatening to rise, wondering if I’ve made a huge mistake. I’m going to be okay. Forta will keep me safe.
“Yes, sir. I understand. But can you tell me something?”
“What?”
“Will I have to... do... anything... with Kaizel?”
Forta sneers. “No. He won’t touch you. But, I will do things to you that he will know about.”
I suppose I can live with that. I didn’t love being left on display in Dokkedex, but I survived it—I can do that here too. “Yes, sir,” I say, putting on a brave face.
He activates my telerings, forcing my arms and legs to spread apart. While opening my catsuit from between my legs with a finger, he summons from a cabinet two thick plug devices. Long, black, and glistening with oily lubricant, seeing the toys makes me groan. A day ago, I’d be wetter than a rainforest from the sight of them. Now they excite me, but I can only wonder how long Forta will make me keep them in. He slips the knobby devices into my tight holes, not even watching as they spread my flesh. Then he seals my catsuit up, locking the toys in place.
As soon as he’s finished, he binds my arms behind my back with the telerings. I expect him to bring out one of the gags he’s used on me this past month, but instead he retrieves something he hasn’t used yet: a hood of some sort, a tight, rubbery mask that he spreads apart to draw over my head. It looks dauntingly tight, but I don’t resist as he pulls it over my head.
Feeling something press against my lips, I have no choice but to open my mouth, allowing another plug to sink inside. Apparently, Kaizel wants me fully stuffed for what he has planned. I start to panic, not feeling any nose holes to breathe through, and keep twisting and bobbing my head.
“Stop, pet. Breathe through the gag.”
I inhale with my mouth, feeling air come through the cock.
Oh, super. I have to suck on it to not die. That’s just great.
As Forta finishes securing the hood, I feel it tighten around my skull. Two small slits in the hood allow me to see, but only in a narrow band in front of me.
“Move,” he says, directing me toward the ship’s exit hatch. The telerings keep my ankles close together, restricting my gait to a hobble. Every movement I make jostles the plugs inside me, and the tight catsuit rubs and hugs me everywhere. Before long, I can’t help moaning to myself.
Yet, when we get outside Forta’s ship, I’m glad to have the suit on; the planet looks very cold, with a stiff wind blowing through the short, stubby trees. The branches look nearly bare, but dime-sized brown leaves jiggle in the breeze. Hard, gritty soil crunches under my feet, and as I get used to the plugs inside me, I notice that my steps feel particularly labored. Everything is... heavier.
It’s gravity, I realize. My nanites confirm it: the current gravity is more than Earth’s. Geez, this planet sucks!
Then I see it: a Dominar shuttle, like Forta’s, descending toward the surface. I watch as it lands, and after a moment, Kaizel steps out. Nanites have apparently repaired all of the damage done to his face during the fight, and he smiles smugly, with no trace of lingering pain. He wears a brilliant magenta uniform, with gold stripes running the length of his arms and legs and metal medallions pinned across his broad chest. He looks like some kind of military dictator, and I might find his appearance imposing if I hadn’t recently seen him get his ass kicked by Forta.
“You’re here,” Kaizel says, taking in my appearance. His eyes travel along the lines of my body, and I shiver inside my catsuit.
Take a picture, asshole. It’s as close as you’re going to get.
“Yes, we’re here,” Forta says, not masking his contempt. “Ready to begin?”
“I am,” Kaizel replies, licking his lips.
Forta attaches a leash to my collar and pats my ass, then begins to walk, dragging me along. He doesn’t go too fast, knowing I can barely keep up with my ankles bound as they are, but he sets a pace that ensures I don’t get to relax. Every step causes the plugs inside me to shift and squirm; the sensations and effort make me breath heavy, which means sucking harder on my gag.
Even despite Kaizel’s vile presence ahead of me, I quickly find myself worked up and desperate for release. Is this what he wanted? A little show? Make me struggle to walk, all stuffed with plugs? I’m not going to pretend I wouldn’t enjoy this if it was just me and Forta; this isn’t so bad, really. In truth, part of me wishes the plugs could vibrate right now; getting off should be the last thing on my mind, but it’s hard not to think about orgasms with the devices locked inside me. Perhaps Forta will eventually let me come, for Kaizel’s amusement. At the moment, I’m not sure how I feel about that.
Forta leads us out of the clearing where Kaizel landed and onto a clear dirt path, which at least answers one question: this planet isn’t just wilderness, it’s had—or has—other occupants.
As we make our way, the path takes us over gentle hills and along expansive fields. Many of them have rows rutted into the soil, with shriveled plants clinging to the dirt. In the distance, I can make out small structures—sheds and barns, even a silo or two.
These are farms!
If I had to guess, whatever growing season this planet has is now over. Soon I see a field full of tall brown stalks.
Is that... corn?
When I was little, my father and I would visit the Horseshoe Hills Farm corn maze every fall; it looked just like that.
I’m starting to think I know where we are; when I see a small town in the basin of a river valley, I become sure. There are people around—humans—all of them apparently very busy. At first, no one notices us. They’re building houses with basic tools, digging up the unforgiving ground with pickaxes and shovels, and manning produce stands with meager selections.
As we pass by, several of them stop what they’re doing and watch us. I look at their faces, but try not to stare. They all look miserable.
“Welcome to Cetaski,” Forta says. “Home of the worst of humanity. Looks like they’ve built themselves a little village in time for winter.”
“Good for them,” Kaizel grunts.
So this is where my father would have ended up. Seeing it makes me glad Forta brought me here—now I know I made the right choice in making a deal to keep Dad on Earth. I don’t even want to think about what life would be like for him here.
Is this safe? I ask through my nanites. More and more of the prisoners are taking notice of us.
“Don’t worry. I have shields and blasters�
��they have hammers and shovels. If they attack, they’ll regret it.”
Kaizel grins. “Is your human afraid of her own people? How typical.”
Thankfully my back is turned to him, and he can’t see the disgust in my eyes. He has no idea what it’s like to be helpless and in danger. How dare he judge me?
“These aren’t her people,” Forta growls. “That’s why they’re here, and not on Earth.”
“They’re all the same,” says Kaizel. “They’re all here because they’re fools. Even you and I are here right now because of one foolish human’s actions.”
“None of us are here without reason,” Forta replies. “We all had a part to play.”
This quiets Kaizel, who picks up his pace to walk ahead of me. Perhaps he’s gotten tired of staring at my ass, as I see him straying outward to get a closer look at the other humans. He’s not afraid of them at all—I doubt at this moment he’d have any compunction in defending himself against Earth’s tyrants and fanatics, drug kingpins and psychopaths.
Smiling around the gag in my mouth, I find myself thinking of Belinda Carlisle’s song ‘Heaven is a Place on Earth.’
Yes, and hell is in outer space.
“Keep walking,” Forta orders, tugging my leash. A few of the humans are approaching us, albeit with caution. They follow in our path, and quickly grow into a serious crowd. They don’t speak, which is somehow worse than if they were shouting and cursing at us. Despite Forta’s confidence, I wonder if there’s any way they could overpower him and Kaizel? If so, what will they do to me? Considering I’m bound, gagged, and being led around on a leash, they’d probably believe me if I said I was their prisoner. It’s not exactly a lie, is it?
“Kaizel, it’s starting,” says Forta.
“Yes, I know. They’re going to attack. Let them. I’m ready.”
Despite the hold Forta keeps on my leash, I stop and turn to see the mob closing in.
We have to get out of here! I beg through the nanites. Kaizel will kill them!
He won’t, Forta replies. That was part of the deal.
That doesn’t make me feel much better. So, what? He’s just going to beat the crap out of them?
He’s allowed to defend himself, Forta states.
Surely some of the men trailing behind us, getting closer by the second, were once powerful and wealthy. Once they enjoyed exerting their will on others, and violence was just another tool in their chest. I shouldn’t be siding with them, even if it is against someone as vile as Kaizel. Part of me would love to see the humans take him down a peg, but there’s no chance of that happening.
Can you ask Kaizel not to fight them? I ask Forta.
Not if the humans instigate the altercation, he replies. But I’ll try appealing to his sense of superiority.
Thank you, I say.
“Kaizel, let’s not do this. Survival here is difficult enough as it is for the humans. It’s a miracle they’ve lasted this long.”
“Not true. Cetaski is perfectly habitable,” Kaizel argues. “It was a good choice for the human prison: not as easy to tame as Earth, but the land is arable and the winters are livable. They won’t starve if they work together.”
Glancing back at the mob at our heels, I say, They look like they’re ready to work together now!
Forta grunts, Yes, they are.
He lets go of my leash and steps behind me, putting himself between me and the mob. Some kind of energy shield rises, shimmering in front of me. Don’t worry, pet. I’ll keep us safe.
Kaizel passes through the shield as if it isn’t even there, raising his hands to draw the crowd’s attention.
“Greetings, humans of Cetaski!” he shouts. “I am Kaizel of Dokkedex, and if you can beat me in a fight, I’ll take you all back to Earth.”
The crowd stops as one, struck by the offer.
Can he really do that? I ask Forta.
No, he doesn’t have the authority.
I turn to the crowd, shaking my head to try and warn them, but all their attention is on Kaizel. Sighing, I watch as the crowd charges.
Idiots.
Most of them are young men, but there are a few women and older humans. Some carry work tools that could be deadly, but most just have their fists. Kaizel draws out his blaster, which my nanites assure me is set for stun. He opens fire, raking a beam of energy through the advancing line. At full power, the beam would slice apart everything in its path, but instead a line of the men simply fall down, their limbs numbed—they’re not even knocked unconscious.
Smirking, Kaizel puts the gun away and waves at the rest of the men, inviting them to try again. This time they’re more tentative—a few don’t bother, but the rest close in on Kaizel, enraged, trying to lay him out. They fail, spectacularly; Kaizel may not be as good a fighter as Forta, but nanites make a big difference. He takes plenty of punches, but none seem to hurt; when he punches back, his artificially developed muscles make up for his lazy technique. He smiles as he drops one man after another with hard punches to the face or gut; he leaves them all winded and in pain, but alive. In less than a minute, dozens lie on the ground, nursing bruises or trying to stand.
When he’s done, Kaizel turns around and marches back to me and Forta. He looks me in the eyes and asks, “Enjoy the show, human?”
I don’t answer, except glare back at him, trying not to squirm inside my suit. All I want is to get out of it. Actually, I also want to leave this planet and never see Kaizel again, but getting out of the suit would be a good start.
Has he had his fun? I ask Forta. Can we go now?
He takes my leash and pulls me close, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I’m sorry, but not yet. The deal I made with Kaizel isn’t done. There are lots more humans on this planet and...
Forta doesn’t finish the thought. He doesn’t have to. I understand.
Kaizel’s little skirmish here was barely a warmup. He’s just getting started.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kaizel watches as his attackers gradually pick themselves up and wander off, limping and muttering to themselves. He waves whenever one shoots him a glance, enjoying his victory over the mostly powerless humans.
“Proud of yourself?” asks Forta. “You fight a lot better when you have no chance of losing.”
Kaizel sneers, but doesn’t reply. Inside my hood my lips curl around my gag into a smile.
“We’re going to Taski City,” he says. “I planned to fly us there, but what’s the rush? It’s only a few miles away. Let’s walk.”
Oh, shit.
All that distance, with the plugs inside me? That’s not going to be easy. Yet, I said I’d endure whatever I have to for Forta. I can do this. I look to my master and nod to assure him I’ll be okay. He nods back.
Following the dirt path worn down by footprints and wagon wheels, we mostly keep silent. Forta checks on me through our nanite connection; neither of us has anything to say to Kaizel. He taunts me occasionally, turning around to gaze down to my hips.
“Everything fitting well in there?” he asks.
I don’t answer; he’s not worth it. What energy I have has to go to keeping my balance and maintaining our pace. The sooner we get where we’re going, the sooner I can recuperate.
Eventually we see structures in the distance, prompting Kaizel to take off the jacket of his uniform. He holds out his arms, allowing a plate on his back to expand out into a suit of battle armor that covers his entire body, save the head.
Does he plan to fight the entire city? I ask Forta.
He smirks, briefly, but doesn’t answer. I don’t take that as a good sign.
After what feels like hours, we arrive at the settlement, this one much larger than the last. At first, I’m not sure this is Taski City—I see dozens of buildings, but none of them taller than two stories. I’d be surprised if there are even a thousand people here.
It doesn’t look much like a city, I say to Forta.
He shrugs. Apparently it’s got the biggest hu
man population on the planet.
Are there other species here?
Yes, he explains, but not on this continent.
We continue into the center of town—not that there are any roads or organization to where the buildings have been constructed. Tired-looking inhabitants emerge from their homes, seeing us approach. They don’t attack, though—probably thanks to Kaizel’s battle armor. A series of insect-like drones emerge from the shoulder of his suit, floating up into the air and spreading out. When Kaizel speaks, his voice sounds as though it comes from everywhere, amplified by the drones.
“Inhabitants of Taski City, I am Kaizel of Dokkedex. I have an announcement: tonight there will be a tournament. All are welcome. Contestants will fight one on one, opponents decided at random. Winners will move on. Rounds will continue until one fighter becomes champion.”
Unbelievable.
That’s Kaizel’s idea of fun? Make the humans fight, for his entertainment?
Townsfolk gather to listen, all of them silent. When Kaizel pauses, the only noise is the wind.
“The tournament has no rules!” he continues. “Fight dirty or clean. Kill your opponent or don’t. Weapons are allowed. Fight to win, and at the end the champion will be given a precious gift.”
As he says this, he gestures to Forta, who steps over and pulls the hood off my face, revealing me to the crowd. Gasping as the gag comes out, a trail of saliva leaks from my lip. Sweat mats my hair and blood rushes to my cheeks. My jaw hangs open.
This inspires some murmuring from the crowd—as well as a few hoots and some clapping.
He can’t be serious. There’s no way. We may have had a deal, but I don’t care what I said—Kaizel is not giving me to some lowlife! Not for one single second. And there’s no way Forta would go along with this; I refuse to believe that.
“Kaizel, I swear, you are out of your mind if you think I’ll—”
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