Lured to the Pleasure Planet · Part 1 (1/2)
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© Sean Malone, May 1992. Published in 'Pleasure Bound' magazine by permission from the author.
Karen strapped herself into the seat of the landing capsule, and prepared for touchdown. Her auburn hair lay over her shoulders, and she felt comfortable in her short white tunic, with only the briefest underwear beneath. She was highly excited at the prospect of a sexual adventure, on the most infamous and reputedly dangerous pleasure planet in the galaxy. The agency had promised her the experience of a lifetime, and hinted that the more attractive women applicants were given a high priority for the places. She had even been offered a free hypershuttle passage! She accepted with alacrity, but she was not fooled. She wondered what she would have to do to make it worth their while. Exotic images coursed through her mind.
The Guardians in the Space Service had warned that women visitors often disappeared on Jolan II, and that there were dangerous criminals on the planet, protected from the interference of the Space Service by the Tyrant himself. She knew better! There were all kinds of stories and even scandals, but not even a hint of proof had ever emerged, and she was sure that they were stories concocted by rivals. The criminals would be merely the hosts of secret pleasure centres which catered for every taste, and she was sure, many tastes she had not even imagined. Jolan II had the reputation of the pleasure centre of the galaxy. She could not see why she would be in any danger. After all, she would be on an organised tour, and she would receive special treatment, and protection. There would be nothing to worry about!
She had no idea what kind of protection was really in store for her, or how special would be her treatment. She knew nothing of the sexual mores of her hosts, nor how they treated their own women. Women visitors returning to their own planets were reluctant to reveal their more exotic experiences, and especially how they had responded to them. Agencies received a special commission for all the attractive women they lured to the planet for the first time with the special offers and free flights, and there were no complaints from the customers. It was surprising how many wanted to return, and some were allowed to do so, although they had to agree to live permanently there.
Karen had arrived at the spaceport from the hypershuttle, highly excited. It was her first interstellar trip! Wearing a dark blue cloak over her neat clothing, she rode the moving strip down into the terminal with the other passengers, and they gathered by a series of gates, labelled: 'Home' passengers, 'Business' visitors and 'Pleasure' trippers.
Male and female trippers were clearly segregated. The gates were each like a large airlock, opening to admit one passenger at a time. Finally her turn came, and she entered the gate. The doors behind her hissed shut, and those ahead opened. She stepped forward. A striking, black-haired woman greeted her. She wore a leather collar around her neck with markings of rank, from which the folds of a long, white gown fell to her feet. Smooth leather cuffs alone adorned her bare arms.
"Karen?" she asked, reaching for her pass card.
"That's right," Karen answered, handing it over for examination.
"Welcome to Jolan II," she said admiringly. "I am sure you will be well occupied during your visit," she continued with a smile, meanwhile inserting the card into a slot. It emerged, and a green light flashed momentarily. "Just a routine check. You are clear to go planetside. Your escort, Tuman, will be here in a moment. Please pay careful attention to him at all times. He will be looking after you." As she spoke, a tall young man appeared, wearing a short leather tunic and black boots. He approached Karen and grasped her wrist.
"You should know that unescorted women may be claimed by any free male on our planet," Tuman said, fastening a leather cuff around her wrist. He clipped a thin leather strap to the cuff. "For your own protection, you must wear this cuff and I must lead you whenever you are in a public place. Do not try to go out alone; it could be very dangerous. We cannot protect you from one who has exercised his legal right to claim you. Now I will show you to your room. Your baggage will be sent directly from the spaceport."
Karen followed him out of the terminal, and on to a moving strip which carried them rapidly towards the city. Towers like needles ascended into the azure sky, growing taller as they approached. She noticed several other women, all with escorts, and some of them in bizarre costumes. Soon they arrived, and a lift took them up inside one of the towers. Tuman unfastened the lead as they entered a room. "Do not answer to anyone, or go out alone," he advised her. "I will pick you up after the sleep period." Karen assented.
But she was impatient, and curious. The fascination of being in a strange city was strong. She did not believe that a visitor like herself would be in any serious danger, just because she went out for a quick look around, and she wanted to start exploring straight away. She opened the door and peeped out, but there was no sign of life. Leaving her cloak in the room, she sneaked along to the bank of lifts where there was a small screen divided up into small squares. She touched the square which read 'Information'. The squares changed to show a different selection, and she chose 'Entertainment'. Finally she selected 'Stadium'. The lift arrived, she entered and it fell swiftly until after what seemed like an eternity, it arrived at the level selected.
Karen stepped out into a tunnel, where a pair of moving strips awaited. She boarded the outward strip, which carried her steadily down the rocky tube towards her unknown destination. After several minutes the strip ended at the entrance to a bright gallery, where a series of other strips converged. Fortunately, she thought, it was not a busy time of the day.
She stood in the gallery, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The gallery was long, and curved, and might form a full circle. There were no windows, but a series of entrances lined the inner wall of the gallery. She crept forward behind a couple towards one of the entrances, trying not to be noticed. The man led his woman forward by her leash. Karen peeped around the entrance to see him slip his pass card into a slot. The door slid aside, and the couple entered as she watched attentively.
Quickly she slipped into the entrance and inserted her own card in the slot. Nothing happened, and the card did not return. She wondered what was wrong. Perhaps this entrance was only for couples? A moment later she heard the noisy clatter of people approaching. Karen turned back towards the main corridor, peering round the corner to see who was coming.
She saw a group of guards running towards her, of awesome appearance, dressed in black leather and carrying spears. They were still some distance away, but there was not much time. She looked around. Close by there was a small red doorway, she thought an emergency exit. It was her only chance, and quickly she slipped out towards it. A cry came from the guards running up the gallery, when they sighted her. She pushed the door, and it opened. Inside there was a stairway leading down. She ran down the stairs as fast as she could, hearing the clatter of the soldiers following her close behind.
Karen found herself at the beginning of a rock tunnel, leading down, and fled down the twisting passage deep into the mountain, her long auburn hair streaming behind her. Light footed in her scant costume of tunic and loin cloth, she ran swiftly over the smooth rock, her heart pattering with fear.
'This was a hell of a beginning for a pleasure trip', she thought.
Light came from ahead, but there was no turning back. Her heart pounded in her chest as she burst out of the tunnel mouth into a huge underground cavern, the clatter of her leather-clad followers close behind.
She froze with horror. It was a stadium all right, and she was in the arena. All around there were faces peering into the arena from behind the viewing windows set into the circular wall. She could see no way out other than the way she had come, and her flesh tingled at the scene before her.
The sounds alone made her shrink back in fright. All around there were stages set up where naked girls were being tormented by the pitiless guards. She had never seen so much nudity in one place, and the screams and cries of the victims were mingled with the clatter of steel, the creaking of rope and the swish and snick of whip and cane. Protests and struggles brought even more punishment combined with erotic stimulation, until their screams of pain were combined with gasps and wriggles of pleasure, and their convulsions became a licentious display for the benefit of the excited spectators.
Lovely girls were bound, stretched on frames, penetrated by all kinds of shafts and phallic objects, teased and tormented by stimulation devices, hung in leather harnesses, mounted on thick posts, and attached to great engines whose purpose defied her imagination. Leather-clad, muscular men busily wielded a variety of instruments; here a bullwhip, there a branding iron; while others lifted a struggling, naked girl to mount her on an obscene phallic stand – two grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs easily, while others held her in position; practiced fingers parted her sex lips as she was lowered, slowly.
Karen saw the round tip of the glistening, slippery shaft gradually disappear into her, blue eyes widening above the black leather gag covering her mouth. Her wrists bound behind her, her legs scrabbled unsuccessfully for purchase on the smooth steel column when they released her weight.
The men did not immediately see Karen, their attentions concentrated on the fair-haired girl, whose vulva stretched incredibly as they lowered her onto the massive shaft. Her lips became almost translucent, barely concealing the darkness of the slippery metal. Her swelling clit was squeezed against the rising shaft, which rotated, penetrating steadily deeper as she wriggled, aided rather than hindered by her twisting struggles, until at last her toes could just reach the ground, her distended body squirming awkwardly on its perch.
The lash flicked out towards the soft, bare cheeks of the unsuspecting girl's bottom. The tip snapped, curling around her soft mounds, seeming to lift her rhythmically with each fierce stroke, then flicked expertly at each stiff reddened nipple before returning to her tender bottom. The friction against her stretched clit excited her visibly until she gasped and screamed with mixed pleasure and pain. Karen shrank back faced with such a shocking scene, feeling dangerously exposed in her short tunic and skimpy panties.
"Ouch!" she gasped, as the sharp tip of a spear from behind pricked her bottom. Instinctively her hands went back. Her heart beat fast. The men in front of her turned. She backed away as they came towards her. "Let me go!" she panted, as her wrists were taken by strong hands from behind. The men came closer. Cool hands slid beneath her clothing, testing her flesh. She wriggled. 'Damn,' she thought, as they discovered the stiffness of her aroused nipples. Fingers unfastened her tunic and slipped it off, releasing her magnificent firm breasts which bounced as she struggled, her pink teats protruding hard and inviting.
A shiver ran through her as she felt the cool air of the cavern prickle her flesh, now covered only by her flimsy panties. More hands gripped her thighs, her ankles, and lifted her, parting her legs. More fingers, then a tightness, a rip, then panic when her curly nest was revealed. They stared with interested anticipation at the dark crevice between Karen's plump lips, temptingly veiled by her neat, auburn curls. She tingled inside.
Fingers groped between her thighs, crudely exploring her vulva, parting her lips to penetrate her sex, painfully fingering her clit. She opened her mouth to scream, but all she managed was "Mmmmhh!" as the gag was forced unceremoniously into her open mouth, tasting of old rubber, and her lips were pressed hard into it by the straps tightening behind her neck. She struggled to make a sound, but all she could manage was a muffled grunt. Her jaws felt uncomfortably stretched. She began to squirm with panic.
She fought desperately but the grip was like steel, slowly forcing her wrists together until they were held tightly crossed behind her back. The rope bound her wrists tightly until her palms opened in instinctive response. Next her elbows were pressed together and pinioned, the tightness lifting and thrusting her breasts, her hard, swollen nipples thrusting vulnerably forward.
They lowered her to her feet and fitted a collar around her neck with a leash dangling loose. A tug at her neck, a prod to her bottom and she was forced forward, passing the blonde who still wriggled on the glistening post. Unaccountably Karen felt a tingling wetness between her legs.
A brunette swung to and fro from the ceiling of the giant cavern, her naked body suspended by black leather bands, like a fly trapped in a spider's web. Her forearms and calves were encased in long, black leather sheaths, tightly fastened, while a black leather harness was strapped around her torso, crossing between her breasts. The harness was suspended by several black straps from various points on the walls and ceiling of the cavern, her arms stretched apart high above her head, her legs held taut and wide outstretched by tethering straps fastened to various points on the floor below.
The girl moved sinuously as the black snake of a whip curled around her body, snapping at her exposed skin. The pink of her moist lips peeped from the dark tuft between her thighs, swollen and tender with arousal and parted wide to reveal her defenseless cunt. Karen heard the swish of the whip, and the girl screamed as it flicked accurately upwards into the tender flesh of her sex. Her full breasts bounced as she wriggled under the lash.
Karen’s fascination grew as she noticed the rings which many girls wore through their nipples, labia or even through the clit, and were used to chain or tether them for punishment, or to attach a leash. A prick from a spear soon reminded Karen of her own vulnerability as she was prodded forward by her muscular guards. Soon they arrived at a large hole in the floor, a smooth steel chute descending into darkness beneath the great cavern.
"Sit here," a voice commanded. She sat awkwardly on the edge while practised hands unfastened her wrists, and then her gag. Before she could speak a foot gave her a strong shove from behind. She slipped into the tube
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