A Spy from Kiran · Part 1 (1/3)
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Published in Pleasure Bound magazine in two parts.
Part 1
The trolley moved steadily up the mountain, almost silent on its rubber wheels. A stout clamp around her waist secured its reluctant prisoner to her seat. Amanda's neck was confined in a rigid brace, hinged to control the movement of her head, with attachments for her wrists on either side. She wore only a pair of highly polished black leather boots that reached almost to her hips. The soft leather clung to her shapely legs, which were parted wide by ropes clipped to heavy steel rings on the ankle bands concealed under the soft leather of her boots. There was nothing delicate about the exposure of her sex. The soft folds of her inner flesh were dressed only in their natural covering of wispy blonde hair.
The luscious curves of her breasts were a tempting offering. Her pierced nipple-buds bore a pair of pliant, luminescent loops. The shiny plastic was light, comfortable and practically indestructible, the slender loops tilted upwards as if defying gravity. They were a popular alternative to the traditional gold slave rings. A thicker, but otherwise similar ring emerged between her thighs, looping over and down into the soft fleshy ridge above the tender source of her sweetness. That same glistening morsel peeped like the shy head of a snail from its shell, signalling her arousal, while the swollen, moist rim of her vulva offered glimpses of her soft inner pinkness.
The smooth bare curves of her bottom cheeks showed the reddening marks of her recent punishment, and she squirmed with the memory of its sting. The whip had cut mercilessly across her tender cheeks, enveloping and curling into every tender part of her soft young body until she writhed under its hot pitiless caress.
It was a cruel world, and Amanda had no illusions about her fate. She had risked much and lost, a pretty spy caught in the very act of communicating her discoveries to the Federal Fleet investigators who had sent her on this dangerous mission to Jolan II. Now she expected to die in a display of cruelty that would serve to bring pleasure to those jaded appetites. Far from deterring any future mission of this kind, she was sure that the federal authorities would redouble their efforts, once they discovered her fate. Amanda had little confidence in their chances of success. The slave training regime was a good defence.
Amanda had learned to her cost how it could weaken the resolve of even the best trained agent. The only way to penetrate Jolan II was to pose as a recruit, or 'Pleasure Guest', who came for the excitement and pleasure, as well as the generous pay. It was a dangerous game, as Amanda had discovered. Jolan's Pleasure Guests were kept under strict control and observation from the moment they arrived, and their preparation began even before that.
It was hardly surprising that Jolan's exclusive control over the galactic pleasure market had been unchallenged. Its unlimited supply of precious metals, jewels, and its thriving but exclusive pleasure services had made Jolan II one of the most powerful planets in known space, with a large fleet of Jolan registered freight and passenger ships. It was now the colonies that controlled interstellar travel, unlike the days when they had depended on Earth's limited resources.
All Pleasure Guests had to complete their 'Role Training' Course on Jolan II before commencing their duties in the Pleasure Zone. On completing the training they would act as slaves, whose duties would involve pleasing the thousands of wealthy visitors, who flocked to Jolan II for sexual gratification, whenever they could afford it. It was not only the wealthy who came to Jolan II. The Planet depended on the discretion and cooperation of spacers, who were given special privileges in the Pleasure Zone. Without their willing collaboration it would be impossible to maintain a discrete recruitment service.
There were many ways to recruit new young slaves. The Jolan Agent on Lacter advertised for models, hostesses and entertainers and also arranged talent-spotting competitions. From time to time a girl like Amanda would just walk in to the office and ask for a job. There was a healthy supply of young, pretty and compliant recruits to meet the ever increasing demand for female pleasure slaves on Jolan II.
Most of the girls knew of Jolan's reputation as a wild planet of pleasure where anything and everything was possible, but they seldom imagined correctly what their own role might be, or their value as a very necessary raw material for Jolan's pleasure business. They were excited at the idea of new experiences, and adventures in pleasure that would certainly be forbidden on their home planets.
Few girls asked prying questions about their duties, knowing that the competition for places was fierce. In fact, a Jolan Agent would quickly reject the troublesome type who revealed herself to be over-inquisitive. Most girls knew better than to show their feelings even if they did suspect that there might be a hidden agenda behind all of this. Why were piercings so essential? A girl's imagination could suggest answers, but that only excited her curiosity even more.
There had been few official attempts to investigate the Jolan II recruitment business, even though most of the girls were never seen again on their planet of origin. None had ever accused their former captors of any crimes, and officials had even been invited to visit Jolan. Once they discovered the variety of sexual services available in the Pleasure Zone, provided by willing, and seemingly happy and enthusiastic slaves, they were easily convinced. It took little time to discover their personal weaknesses. The resulting holovid images of officials engaged in deviant sexual activities were often useful as a reminder of the need for discretion, on both sides. Needless to say, officials returned keen to confirm their approval of this most legitimate of interplanetary enterprises.
There was little fear of the revelations of a mere Pleasure Slave as who would believe the wild stories she might want to tell? In any case, girls who were allowed to return home were given a generous pension, and closely watched for any signs of indiscretion. Jolan II had extradition treaties with most planets specifically covering any breach of confidentiality on the part of a former employee, but this had never been required. The threat of an ignominious return for a trial on Jolan II, and a sentence to the most degrading duties in the Pleasure Zone, had always sufficed to keep mouths tightly shut. All that was heard were bland expressions of a pleasant life on the Pleasure Planet, and enthusiastic testimonials to groups of young girls applying through the various recruitment programmes.
After several days of wild, passionate love with a young Navy boy officer, he had quietly asked her to consider a special assignment, one that would require all of her special talents. At first she had been angry that he would consider surrendering his love for the good of the Service, but when he had explained, she had reconsidered. She was needed to infiltrate the Pleasure Zone on Jolan II, as an agent working undercover. It would be difficult and dangerous, with little possibility of any local support. Several previous attempts had gone wrong, and now they had decided to use someone unknown in the usual intelligence circles.
If she agreed, she would be trained specially for the assignment, psychologically and physically. To her surprise Amanda found herself agreeing to everything, her heart pounding with excitement. The training that followed had been hard but interesting and the time soon came for her to undertake the next phase of her undercover mission, on the planet Lacter.
It had not been hard to disguise her application. She had replied to an advertisement which appeared in a computer service on Lacter, for attractive young hostesses to work in a 'planetary resort area'. The interview had presented no problems, and her papers had received far less attention than she had expected. Her contract would be for three years, with an optional extension. A nude examination brought complimentary remarks on her figure, and she suspected that someone was going to earn a juicy bonus. They told her to report back in two days time, and offered to store any personal effects for her, since personal effects were not allowed on the journey.
After the detailed medical examination, she would remain as a guest until her departure in a few weeks time, on a fast passenger cruiser. In the meantime, she would be on full pay, in first class transit accommodation. Any cosmetics she wanted would be provided free, and any other personal needs would be met, for the duration of her contract.
Amanda had spent the following two days packing her few personal effects, ready to leave them with a friend. She had kept her medical appointment at the Jolan Agency building. The medical had introduced some unexpected complications. After she had stripped naked, she had been led by an attendant to a serious looking examination couch. She had expected to undergo an intimate examination, but the fixtures attached to this particular couch seemed excessively business-like for a mere medical examination. Obediently she allowed the pleasant young doctor to position her limbs, and one by one the straps and clamps were fastened until she was completely immobilised.
There was a broad band over her waist, steel clamps fixed her neck and wrists, and finally her ankles were clamped high and apart to vertical bars beside the couch. She could barely twitch while he inspected and probed her intimate parts with a firm, confident touch.
After his examination the doctor had just grinned as he wheeled a surgical trolley to her couch, and started to arouse her with expert hands. She felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable as her excitement grew, but she was helpless to evade his masterful fingers. He seemed indifferent to her gasps and struggles as she grew more aroused. She felt the sting of antiseptic, then the sharp pain as his instruments passed cleanly through her nipples, and the soft fleshy ridge of her clitoris. She wriggled ineffectually as he inserted sleepers, soft plastic inserts that would stretch her piercings while they healed.
Amanda was left convulsing with a mixture of pain and excitement, while her fragmented thoughts turned to the possible reasons for the piercing of her tender body. It must be a routine procedure for all of the girls destined for the Pleasure Planet. His indifference to her sensitivity had made her feel unaccountably excited, while he prepared her for the rings that would surely be inserted later. Was this just a fashion, Amanda asked herself? Somehow it seemed to mean more than that, but the obvious implication did not seem possible.
Suddenly it occurred to her that someone in the Service must have visited the Pleasure Planet. After all, vacations on Jolan II were advertised all over known space. Why recruit a female agent, when it was so easy to send a man who could come and go as he pleased? This was more than curious, and for the first time Amanda wondered if she was being set up. Whatever lay behind all of this, she was sure that she would find out from her own personal experience. It was far too late to back out now. But her thoughts were interrupted by the quick movements of the doctor, who had returned to unfasten her bonds. He told her not to interfere with her piercings while they healed, and showed her how to use a small cream applicator pump. It snapped into a socket in each sleeper, and squeezed cream into the piercing.
New clothes were prepared for her, a comfortable blue jump-suit, with underwear to match. She dressed quickly, and her escort arrived to take her to the guest accommodation, where she was told to avoid any mention of her piercings, and not to let another guest see them. If she had any problems she could report back to the medical centre. There would be a weekly medical inspection, to see how well healing was progressing. In the meantime she could just relax. Relax! Amanda was still twitching as she arrived at the guest house.
For the first two nights she was visited when she was ready for bed, and her hands were fixed in comfortable padded cuffs behind her back, to keep her fingers from her tender, itchy piercings while she slept. It was a tormenting two days, but the discomfort dulled until she almost forgot how bad it had been and after that she hardly felt the lightweight sleepers. The cream was soothing, each application cooling the burn deep in her sensitive flesh.
During the day Amanda joined five other girls for lessons in the arts of makeup and massage, deportment and sexual anatomy, dress and materials, and a host of other subjects essential for the successful hostess. The well-equipped salon was attended by a series of experts in design, clothing and all of the other subjects they had to learn. Amanda began to enjoy the lively atmosphere, and the company.
By the time she returned for the last checkup, her piercings were well healed, and the doctor pronounced her fit to travel on the next cruiser to Jolan. Before she dressed they told her to step into a fitting chamber. They gave her shades to protect her eyes from the laser beam. She had to adopt a series of positions while every curve and fold of her body was registered on the computer. Some positions she had to adopt seemed more immodest than was strictly necessary.
Two days later the time came for departure. Amanda was refreshed after her stay in the comfortable guest centre, and felt excited as she donned the flight suit prepared for her. Her pass was ready, the formalities were quickly completed and she boarded the shuttle where she found all five of her pretty companions, each wearing a similar smooth plastic figure-hugging jump suit, all excited at the prospect of their first interstellar space trip.
The journey up to the orbiting G-Ship was soon completed, but there was little chance for conversation during the ride. On the approach to the interstellar transit, Amanda enjoyed the view of the torus-shaped vessel. The shuttle docked in the central hub, and the passenger capsule moved slowly along rails, through the docking port and into the main ship, while a replacement empty capsule moved back into the shuttle. They were being unloaded, like a luggage capsule from a road-transit. It took only minutes for the capsule to arrive in the outer ring of the torus, and already it was picking up a comfortable level of transit gravity. Finally they were unclipped from their safety couches, and the girls followed the guide across to the Purser's office, where each was given a key to a cabin, in return for her identity document.
After the briefing they had remembered to walk with slow, careful and light steps in the quarter-standard gravity of the interstellar ship. It was easy to bounce, for a person accustomed to the surface gravity of her home planet. Their cabins were close together on the ship, but the girls were ushered into a large saloon where they were prepared for departure. Attendants strapped each girl into her seat, ready for the sudden disorientation that always accompanied the beginning of a journey by G-Ship. The screen showed a retrospect of Lacter, and Amanda wondered if she would ever see it again. There were memories, good memories of the short time she had spent there.
Barely a year ago, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, she had shipped out from Kiran on an inconspicuous federal auxiliary, which transported low grade cargo and a few supernumeraries. These were mainly federal contract employees on leave entitlement. The journey had been uneventful, apart from being confined to her cabin to keep her identity from the other passengers. The landing had been rather exciting. The shuttle had requested permission to carry out a trial atmosphere burn, and deviated from the regular flight path for long enough to eject her in a tiny, and virtually undetectable glider. An agent had assisted her in the destruction of the glider after it had landed under automatic control, and then the delicate construction of her new identity had begun, with no further contact from Kiran.
The farmers on Lacter were notoriously independent, and religious communities were left alone by the authorities, so long as they kept their people out of trouble. It suited the Jolan Agent to recruit on Lacter, where there were few records, and it was hard to prove that anyone had gone missing. The Federal Authorities turned a blind eye, as from time to time Lacter provided an escape route into obscurity, for someone who had attracted a little too much attention during a career of interstellar undercover work.
Amanda had lived in a small up-country community on Lacter, where she had learned something of the local jargon and customs. They had given her work, field work with a botanical researcher. After months of this, she knew more about the local plant life on Lacter than any city dweller, and most farmers. She had also learned that religious communities were not the forbidden planet where sex was concerned. A healthy young woman, she had enjoyed the fuss and attention of many attractive boys, but she had kept a special place in her heart for her young navy officer. These boys took their pleasure without much consideration for her enjoyment.
They were nice boys, and made her feel warm and welcome in their quiet community. She had livened up their rather limited sexual repertoire, and they would remember her with a smile or two. Those were innocent days, full of life and fun, but only too soon it had been time to move on to Lacter City. After arriving in the city, Amanda had worked as a librarian until she had been accepted in the small suburban community. Then she had applied to the Jolan agent as an innocent recruit, and it was not long before she was on a Jolan star ship, strapped in for departure.
The takeoff was barely perceptible, a bump followed by a steadily increasing pressure of gravity, and then the nauseous lightness that marked their transition into dark space. It seemed as though hours had passed before the girls were unstrapped and allowed to settle in to their cabins. Meanwhile the cylindrical sections of accommodation had rotated within the torus, responding to the change in the ship's gravity field. When they had arrived from the shuttle, they had felt gravity growing stronger as the descended from the ship's hub to its outer torus. Every part of the torus had been down from the hub. Now the torus was flat in the gravity field, and the hub was at the same level as the circular tube which surrounded it. Each segment of the accommodation section had rotated into its new position, so smoothly that it would not even disturb a sleeping crew-member.
After they had settled in to the luxurious accommodation, a guide arrived to escort them all on a tour of the ship. First they found the holovid centre, between the accommodation and the dining centre. The cooks could provide any of the more common diets, and there were plenty of unusual vegetables from the lush forests of Jolan III. On the other side of the dining centre there were leisure facilities, a sauna, enclosed swimming tanks and a holovid reading library.
There was even a null-grav gymnasium in the hub section, reached by a transport module, for use during planetary orbit. It was well equipped. The guide pointed out the long, elastic safety cords used to secure the gymnasts during exercise periods. Amanda wondered what it would be like to jump, dive and tumble in null-grav, on the end of a long elastic bungee cord. After the tour they were allowed to relax, for the remainder of their first day in dark space.
During the next day, each of the girls was escorted to the sick bay, one by one. Amanda was clamped tightly to a table, while each of her sleepers was replaced by a ring of a soft flexible plastic, about two fingers-width in diameter. Amanda gazed wide-eyed at the loops that now jutted proudly from her stiffened nipples, feeling an exciting sensation growing into a buzz of pleasure. The medic slowly lifted a long rod, and in that curious position she had no idea what he intended to do with it. As he approached her, Amanda saw that it was tipped with a flexible, hooked extension. He twisted the hook, deftly capturing one of her nipple rings, and gave it a gentle tug.
She gasped as a climax hit her like a train. It felt crazy, but wonderful as he hooked her loops in turn, stretching her flesh with a purposeful movement. The soft loops seemed a part of her flesh, as if they had grown from within her body. Each tug brought a new buzz of pleasure, and she wriggled with enjoyment as he played with her.
At last he released the clamps and Amanda rose unsteadily to her feet, twitching at the smallest movement of those wicked loops. He reached out with the rod, slickly inserting its hook into her pussy ring again. She watched with an erotic fascination as he took her, too excited to think of evasion. But at last he let her dress.
The loops felt so comfortable, that at times Amanda would forget their presence, but each innocent lapse would be short-lived. A tiny movement might brush her nipple rings against her clothing, and then the heat would begin to grow. The sight of a muscular young crew member or the feel of his grip would start a prickle inside her, a stiffening of her flesh, thrusting her loops against the confinement of her clothing. It was like having three antennae searching, then amplifying each touch into a concentrated thrill of pleasure.
When the sensations grew stronger, she could barely walk. It was difficult to conceal the rising tide of pleasure within her, which caused great amusement amongst the crew, judging by their grins and appraising looks. The other girls enjoyed talking, especially about the more attractive members of the crew. It was hard not to enjoy the appreciation of those muscular men. She might even need a friend of that kind, before all this was over.
The voyage had gone quickly, and after only a few days they were approaching the Jolan System. One by one the girls were prepared for landing. This was the point when a girl might feel some misgivings, especially when the protection of her coverall was replaced by a set of straps and bands, and a short skirt that barely covered her hips. It was quite a bizarre looking outfit, but they were told that this was quite normal on Jolan II. Amanda felt very odd walking about the ship almost naked, with those loops temptingly accessible, thrusting from her engorged nipples and the tingling ridge of her clitoris.
It made her feel like a naked offering, especially after her experience with the medic and his hook-tipped rod, but the crew were too busy with their preparations for docking to pay much attention to Amanda and her companions. They were led back to the lounge and strapped in to its comfortable reclining couches. They watched Jolan II grow big on the screen as the ship settled smoothly into its orbit. Then the shuttle appeared, moving carefully in to the docking port.
Everything had happened very quickly after that. The shuttle trip had been uneventful, its landing smooth at the spaceport. Amanda had felt very self-conscious as she was escorted from the shuttle and hurried through the formalities. She was not left alone for even a moment. A male escort had arrived to take her to her quarters. He was big and muscular, a lovely hunk of a man. Effortlessly rotating her in front of him, he had quickly secured her wrists to her belt behind, and then clipped his leash to the loop that hung between her thighs. She had climaxed immediately she had felt the first gentle tug of the leash, much to her embarrassment.
That had not concerned her captor, who had seen it all before. Ignoring her wriggling and gasping protests, he tugged more firmly until she began to follow him obediently towards the city. His leash was long and flexible, but not uncomfortable, once she learned not to fight its control. A girl was fortunate in having such a capacity for pleasure, Amanda thought. Her first experience of slavery had been an exciting one.
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