Ann made it back to her cabin. Jai had had to head off for his duties and, though she had more flexible working hours, she had guessed it was probably good to be going too. She had enjoyed simply sleeping beside Jai, wrapped around by his long, strong arms. She had found herself acting very demurely around him and worried that he might think she was not interested in another encounter. However, she felt she had to leave that up to him and tried to make it clear that if he wanted more sex then she was happy to provide it, but he had to make the initial moves. Ann worried now that that approach had put him off.
As she reached her cabin and stripped off her clothes ahead of taking a shower, Ann realised that in her focus on Jai she had become very neglectful. There was the container to return to and that held out the promise of many more exciting discoveries. For a moment Ann was concerned that the latex bra and shorts would have adhered to her, but she found she could get out of them, though she felt very empty when she did. The shower made her feel a lot fresher and for a moment she wondered about leaving off the alien underwear for today but then as she touched the wonderfully shiny, slippery surface again she knew that that was not an option. Soon she was also thinking of trying on a pair of the gloves and ways of even getting into a pair of those lovely boots.
For now, though, Ann snacked on supplies she had in her cabin and sat down to write her report about what she had seen in the container the day before. The video footage had been downloaded from her helmet’s camera to the central database and she was able to illustrate her report with stills and short sections from it. Ann found her thoughts repeatedly wandering off, not surprisingly, to her sex with Jai, but also, increasingly, to the dream she had had of the Pegrason ship. A couple of times she had to erase what she had written knowing that she had no evidence for what she was describing bar what she had seen in her dream. However real that dream felt, she forced herself to recognise that much of it could have stemmed simply from her imagination putting her into the kind of scenario that, as she understood now, her libido clearly enjoyed.
Ann worried that she was making little progress with the report but feeling the need for a break she did a quick look back over it and found that, in fact, she had churned out a thorough piece of work. It was a combination of simple explanation of what the camera images showed combined with her speculations about the evidence. She felt certain that the container was something from the hold of a slave ship. It was clear that it was full of females of an alien race and they seemed to be confined rather than something like colonists. The collar, seemingly not just a simple piece of jewellery, and the revealing nature of the females’ clothes, appeared to be sufficient evidence for Ann’s theories. Ann had written there would need to be cross-referencing from the biologists to see if these females were of the same species as the males found in the cockpit. Of course, she felt she precisely knew the truth of her statements, that the females in the container were sex-slaves of a genetically engineered sub-set of the other species, created purely to serve the Pegrasons. She left that spelling in her report, sure that the xenolinguists would soon be adopting it.
Ann finished reading her report but found now that she felt as if it had been written by someone else. It seemed to her that personally she lacked what was needed to use those kind of words and analyse things so well; her role had to be something very different to that. With these thoughts encouraging her to move away from the report, she guessed it was time to find out Margaret and to head back to the container to explore some more. She saved her report to the base’s database and sent a copy to Dr. Neane direct, though she imagined that most likely it would not be read for many weeks. However, Ann did feel surprisingly satisfied with the job she had been done and that she did not need to worry about that kind of thing any more. Increasingly she had the urge to get back to the container, that was where she needed to be and she knew, that that was where she would feel at her best.
Knowing the air inside the container was breathable, this time Ann had come dressed in just her normal fatigues and had left the face panel of the helmet up; the other functions of the helmet had, however, come on automatically.
“Margaret, are you there?”
Ann asked through the helmet communicator as the final door into the holding bay opened. With her report out of the way she had found herself increasingly eager to get back to the container and had headed directly there rather than first checking that her friend was at the monitoring desk.
“Sure. I wondered when you were going to show. Then I saw the report was being uploaded, so I realised what you had been up to. Anyway I’ve been keeping myself busy. I’ve been using what they decoded in the cockpit and now on the engine too, to see if I could break translate the markings on the container.”
“What did you find?”
“Not a great deal. I guess even decoded it just comes out as reference numbers. You know freighting information in English makes little sense unless you work for the particular company. I think the destination may be something like Frontline Base 14 which makes it sound like somewhere like this base or your idea of some military establishment. See if you can find any documentation, you know bills of lading, that kind of thing, inside. Though I imagine with this level of technology it would have been stored on some data chip or in the ship’s database, but you never know.”
“Sure, I will give it a look.”
Ann responded, though she felt she had a good idea, at least, who would be in charge wherever this cargo had been intended to go. Then again, maybe her dream had been of where one of the slaves had come from rather than where she had been going. Of course, the most likely explanation was that her imagination had simply filled in all the gaps and little of what she had dreamed would in fact be real. However, something, though, made it difficult for her to shake off the thought that it was a scene, something very real, but from the future. Saying that, though, surely, even if it had shown her the intended future for the slaves, that was not now going to be the case. Rather than reaching this Frontline Base 14 as had been expected, the freighter was now in tens, if not hundreds, of pieces scattered over this side of the Farn Cloud. Ann knew that like a lot of the cloud’s debris this container could have kept on drifting in space for many years. Realising that, she felt privileged that she had been here when they had found it. Of course, if it had come from a freighter there would, presumably many others out there just like it. Then again, that might be a faulty assumption. Maybe the pirate attack had been a success and they had grabbed all the containers they could, leaving the debris of the ship and the odd container they had no room or need for, to the mercies of space.
“Right, I am going in.” Ann said, trying to keep all these thoughts from distracting her.
Ann had not even bothered to put on gloves this time but, even before she raised her hand to the panel the scanning light swept across her and opened the door to the container. She made no comment on that back to Margaret, she just felt very pleased that she could get back inside the container without any problem.
“Okay. I want to take a closer look at those lockers.” Ann said as soon as she was inside. “I want to analyse the material of that clothing.”
“Sounds fine. Then there’s that area down towards the far end of the container, the final fifth of the thing. What’s down there? More of the pods?”
At that question Ann felt a sudden sensation. It was pleasurable and reminded her of the shiny clothes she wore. Margaret’s suggestion that she explored the far end of the container seemed to fuel that feeling further. Up until now Ann’s focus had been on sneaking out a pair of the gloves and of the boots the slaves wore and trying them on for herself. She still felt that was the right thing to do, but afterwards she knew now it was vital that she went to the far end of the pod and into the chamber down there. How did she know there was a chamber there? Ann wondered for the first time if there was not a whole set of devices in here that might not pose a physical threat but instead might be making assaults on a mental or emotional basis. Would that not be useful for keeping slaves in line? With beautiful creatures like these you would not want to use whips. Ann looked around her but there was no sign of anything emitting signals to control her thoughts, though she guessed such devices did not have to be visible. Her admiration for Pegrason technology was raised another level. Then she found it difficult to remember the idea she had just had and instead began walking to the lockers, eager to slide into more of the glossy clothes.
Ann put down the helmet about midway along the line of lockers and turned it so the camera faced back towards the entrance. What she was doing was way out of line with the standard procedures for investigating alien artefacts, but she had been walking around dressed in two of them for the half a day and it was clear they were going to do her no harm. Saying that though, she was not keen for her actions to be caught on camera. She opened the locker from where she had taken the bra top and shorts the previous day. She imagined that given they had fitted, the rest of the clothes in that particular locker would be her size. As she lifted out the long shiny boots and the gloves, her mouth felt dry and her body had a real thrill running through it. She held the boots up and turned them so they caught the light and reflected it back of the black slippery gloss in a strangely tantalising way. She wondered what it would look like when her legs were inside. The heel was a high wedge matching the curve of the foot. She guessed that this style gave more stability for the wearer when walking through spaceship corridors and remembered in her dream she had had no difficulty walking in this type of boot even though she had never worn heels coming anywhere close to the height of these.
Now Ann was impatient. She put down the boots, quickly removed her trousers and sat on the bench beneath the lockers. She then slid her bare leg into the left boot. The interior was slippery and cool and slid over her skin so easily. It seemed to be of some stretchy material, perhaps a form of latex. The boot reached passed her knee and high up her thigh; higher than any boot she had ever even considered wearing. Once it was in place, it seemed to warm to her skin quickly and also become tighter, not unpleasantly restrictive, but certainly clinging. The high heels would tilt up her foot, Ann knew, and thrust out her bum, and she guessed that was the intention. She remembered how it had felt so sexy to wear these boots in her dream and the reality was even better. Ann hurried to slide on the right boot. It was quickly in place and she stood, the platforms and the heel lifted her up high. Even though she knew she was wearing the boots of a slave she felt imperious in these boots. As Ann walked it was with a strut that made her bum wiggle in a delightful way. Though it felt wrong to do so, Ann could not stop herself feeling some of the pride she had sensed in her dreams about being a valuable, beautiful, special creature because she was a playbeing, a sexual pet. In these boots those characteristics seemed so much more important than anything else she had learnt over the years.
Ann now stripped off her fatigue top to reveal her breasts in their glossy bra covering below. She picked up the gloves and eased them on to her hands and forearm, pulling them up just beyond her elbows. They glistened like the other clothes she wore now and she realised that they were practical too. If she was being taken doggy style from behind, pressed on the floor, they would protect her skin from chafing. Ann stood and walked slowly back up the container, simply enjoying the very sexy clothes she wore. Her whole body felt as if she was going to climax simply just moving around dressed like this. She stopped in front of one the pods and looked at her reflection in the door. Of course, she might be dressed like one of the nubiles, but her skin was still far paler and she lacked their wonderful features like the long sleek hair and the tilted almond shaped eyes. As she continued looking she found she increasingly yearned too, for a collar, so that she could appear just like the beautiful females around her.
Ann turned and walked back down the container very reluctant to even consider taking these clothes off and other stronger thoughts soon came into her mind. She knew now that she needed to go to the far end of the container. Suddenly it seemed logical that if there were the facilities for the females to change their clothes here there must be the facility to change them physically too. Ann’s thoughts did not waste time on considering if that was a fair assumption or whether it was something she should get involved with. Instead she had the overwhelming desire to see what must be another stunning piece of Pegrason technology.
At the end, beyond the last of the lockers was a curved metal door. Unlike those of the pods, however, it was opaque. Beside it was a panel like the one at the entrance to the container. Ann raised her palm enjoying how it looked in the tight glistening rubber and pressed the panel. Of course, it opened and she felt again as if she was doing precisely the right thing. Ann stepped in and found herself in an octagonal chamber, a little more brightly lit than the rest of the container. It seemed similar in design to the pods, but of some polished metal that meant she could see herself reflected. She stood for some moments running her hands over her body both the naked parts and those covered in gloss. She felt so special dressed like this, so ultimately erotic and the memories of her dream, memories of her sex with Jai, though with her imagining him as a Pegrason, all now flooded her mind.
“Ann, Ann, where are you? You need to get out. Three, four ships have appeared and they have opened fire.” Margaret’s voice sounded urgently in the communicator from the helmet left by the lockers; Ann could hear the alert siren wailing in the background. “Wherever you are, get to an escape pod.” Then the communication cut out.
Ann found it difficult to think straight, it was challenging to muster any desire to leave this chamber. Her friend’s urgency, however, drove her to turn round and to begin considering stepping out, going back, at least to her helmet and to try to re-establish communications. This thought had to keep battling against the desire to wait patiently in the chamber for what was to happen. Then there was a clanking sound that appeared to come from the roof of the container. It startled Ann a little but then it stopped. Moments later she saw the lights throughout the container became brighter and there was a feeling that all the machinery it contained was coming fully to life. Her mind scrambled to work out what was happening but such thoughts were quickly submerged beneath those that she was safe where she was; that, in fact, being here was going to mean she got a wonderful reward, that she was going to become all that she deserved to be: a special, precious creature with a new exciting life. The door of the chamber closed and the light inside, though now brighter still than before, became a soothing pink shade.
Ann felt certain now that this was a chamber in which females of any humanoid species might be transformed into a nubile. If Margaret’s broadcast had been correct then the Pegrasons had returned to reclaim their ship and its cargo. It seemed to make sense now that this container had been returned to full capacity. She was in a transformation chamber dressed as a nubile; her future seemed certain: she would not be leaving this chamber as a human.
Ann wondered, for a moment, if what she had dreamt had in fact had indeed been a vision of her future. Had all of this been predestined for her? She could not feel that was the case. Instead, it seemed that certain options had been laid out for her, perhaps packaged in a very attractive way, but still it had been up to her to go down the path that led her into this chamber and allowing it to fulfil its function. She knew for certain that she would now never be a successful research scientist, instead her future was as an alien sex-slave for an alien master. She felt certain that the visions she had received were an accurate reflection of what she would become even if the precise details differed. That meant that once she left here not only would she have the body of a nubile but she would be assigned just one name, her collar name, an alien slave name with which she would be summoned and commanded. Would she be called Shu-su or had that been some name her own mind had conjured and she would be called something else entirely? She reflected that in fact it did not really matter, it would be a name that she would not even be able to pronounce herself as she knew she would be limited to a nubile’s purrs.
Steadily, step-by-step as she recognised all of these things about her future, Ann found that they aroused her further and further. In a matter of moments she was looking forward to what the chamber was going to do to her. She was increasingly eager to have her body transformed into that of a nubile so that she could properly display herself in these sexy clothes that suited her so well. Ann found that she wanted to give up all the tiresome complications of speech, of taking initiative for herself and was keen to serve, to be a treasured possession and to bring pleasure to her owner. These things were what were vital to her now and she was excited that they would all be granted to her.
Ann raised her head from looking over her shiny boots and saw the reflection of herself in the mirrored chamber door. She felt she looked too pale and her body lacked the curvy features she knew a nubile needed. Her short hair was not right either. All of these things had to be altered; she had to be transformed. Suddenly the light in the pod changed and with a burst of pleasure Ann knew that the process was beginning. Slender black wires ending in what looked like small suckers snaked out from the sides of the pod and settled on her skin everywhere they could reach: around the rim of her forehead and face, on her neck, her shoulders, both arms, both thighs, her midriff and her back between the gloss of her top and her shorts. There were probably twenty, perhaps thirty, of them now attached to her body and Ann had utterly no desire to break free of them, in fact she looked forward to what they would do to her. Then a wave of bright light swept down the whole of the chamber and Ann felt sure that the change had begun. Another wave of light followed but it seemed as if nothing for her was different.
For an instant Ann worried that, for some reason, she could not be transformed or that she had been rejected as a nubile, but the pulses of light continued and steadily she saw that her skin was darkening, becoming tanned then brown and then true black and acquiring that alien glossiness she so yearned for. Her bum and her breasts seemed to grow, remaining shapely but plumped out so that they stretched her rubber clothes tightly. It was to her face that she saw the greatest change as now with each wave her eyes appeared to alter in shape and to move in tiny steps to where they would be on a nubile. Simultaneously her lips became fuller and as she pursed them they made a delightful ‘o’ shape that she knew males would want to slide their cocks into. As she moved a little she sensed her hair touching her naked back so she shifted her gaze to see that the short mousy brown hair had been replaced by a crest of long thick cords of glossy black hair which she could soon feel batting against the small of her back.
Then the pulses of light ceased, the wires zipped back into the walls of the chamber and Ann realised that the transformation was finished. She felt a real respect for the Pegrasons. This technology that was able to give her this wonderful body and to change her very species so quickly, had to be centuries beyond anything humans possessed. A pride grew within her that she would be serving such an intelligent, strong race. Ann guessed that it was not surprising that her loyalties had shifted so far: she was no longer human; she was clearly now a member of the nubile species. If any of the crew of the Mimosa stepped in now they would assume that she was an alien and would never believe she had ever been a colleague. She guessed they would be surprised when she spoke English to them. Then she remembered that that might no longer be the case. She opened her mouth and noticed her glossy black teeth. A pointed, probing tongue emerged and Ann found herself looking forward to using it on the cock of her master.
“I am...” Ann tried to say but all that came out was that very feline purring sound she had made when seeing herself as Shu-su. She continued to try to speak, but now more for her own benefit. “I am Shu-su.” Ann said, feeling a real tingle as she did as if that statement allowed her to really engage with the nature of her body, that of an alien slave.
Suddenly new wires, five or six, emerged from the walls. They were similar to those that had attached to her before though seemed a little slimmer. These did not connect all over her body they simply latched on in an arc around her forehead. Ann felt somehow disembodied as if she was floating in warm water. Increasingly she found it difficult to concentrate, as if all thoughts were draining from her. Recent events, then older memories, seemed to go from her and soon she found she was struggling to remember the names of people and objects and then even her own name. As she grappled to hold on to her identity and recapture the memory of her name new images flashed into her mind’s eye.
Coming into the uncomfortable space left by the fading memories the visions were welcome. Immediately Shu-su felt reassured. Shu-su, that was her name, it pleased her that she had remembered it. Her mind was filled with a whole string of memories, not just of sights but of sounds, tastes, smells and touches. Shu-su saw herself as she was, a very sexy nubile, a Pegrason sex-slave, coming to a new owner. She saw herself experienced in all aspects of pleasuring Pegrason males, sucking their cocks, supping their delicious jism, toying with them, being penetrated at different angles, often buckled into the rocking harnesses that Pegrasons seemed to like their slaves in for sex. She saw herself as collared and leashed, led like a pet, curled up in her spherical sleeping cage, always utterly obedient. Her mind understood the Pegrason language which meant she could respond to her owner’s commands without problem. However, speech, let alone being able to read, of course, were not things that would even provoke curiosity in a good nubile like her. The wires now withdrew and Shu-su felt her normal senses returned. She felt aroused with her clitoris and nipples erect and her pussy softening, but, of course, that was how a nubile was supposed to feel.
Shu-su admired her shapely sexy body and the shiny clothes that showed it to its best in the mirror in front of her. Then a panel opened and from it emerged a metal arm on the end of which was shiny black collar which she knew would be metal covered with polished black latex. Shu-su wondered why she had not been wearing this already but then she thought that this was a nice new one so that she looked her best ahead of her arriving at the base where she would be acquired by a new owner. The arm closed around Shu-su’s neck and then she felt a small burst of heat at the back and knew that the collar had been sealed closed. The collar was not so tight that it restricted her neck but there was no way she could remove it. Of course, Shu-su had no thought of ever wanting to remove her collar: it was a sign of what she was, a sexy slave.
The door of the chamber opened and Shu-su strode out knowing what she had to do now. She moved down the line of storage pods to where one stood lit up and with its door open. Shu-su knew this pod would hold her safely in suspended animation until the container reached its destination. Shu-su stepped in and, as she thought back over memories of her sexual encounters of the past, her aroused body caused her shorts to open and she slid her sodden pussy on to the rubber dildo-like protrusion at crotch height. It was so good as it entered and she felt she could stay here like this sliding back and forth gently on it forever. She guessed that was the point. However, she had other things to do. Just because no Pegrason was here to command her did not mean she should not proceed quickly with what they would desire. Shu-su tilted her head and closed her plump lips around the other dildo coming down from the ceiling. As she did she realised that it emitted a slow flow of some liquid nutrient that was so deliciously flavoured to taste like a master’s jism. Shu-su was happy to keep supping it and as she did she was barely aware that the pod door had closed and sealed, that the atmosphere inside was soon altered and she was sliding into an induced unconsciousness.
Shu-su awoke, aware of activity around her. Steadily the dildoes were retracting from her mouth and her pussy. This left her feeling a little empty, but the sensation passed quickly as she guessed they must have arrived at their destination and that meant that she would soon have a master. The door of her pod opened and Shu-su stepped out. She found herself at the head of a line of nubiles like herself. Some were taller, some shorter, some broader or more slender, but they shared many similar characteristics that showed that they were all of the slave race and made to be ideal to serve the Pegrasons. There was some clicked communication between the nubiles, but their vocabulary was limited and Shu-su understood what was mainly being communicated was sense of expectation. Shu-su purred her pleasure and soon others were doing the same, some stroking their aroused bodies. Unashamedly, Shu-su rubbed her gloss coated crotch looking forward to her pussy being filled with a large Pegrason cock.
The slight change of atmosphere indicated that the container was open. Two plainly dressed Pegrason slaversstepped in. “Come.” They ordered and Shu-su obeyed leading the line of nubiles out. From above she could hear the footsteps of the slaves stored on the gantry level and she guessed they would be unloaded directly from up there to speed the process up.
Shu-su came out of the container with her fellow slaves into a holding area. Three other containers had been arranged around the centre of the room in an arc and they seemed already to have discharged the slaves they had contained. Shu-su heard a strange chattering coming off from one side and looking over saw a group of humanoids that she did not recognise, though something told her their origins were on Earth. They were far more varied than the nubiles especially in terms of their skin tone and their clothing. The greatest contrast was that, whilst the slaves were eager to be here and were looking forward to encountering the Pegrasons who would become their masters, this clutch of human women were clearly apprehensive.
As she waited to be directed into the lift ahead of her, Shu-su glanced at them again. They were all female and so it now seemed likely that they were going to be given the chance of becoming a nubile just like her. Shu-su knew she was lucky though, as she had always been a nubile, but she was sure that if she could communicate with these females she could make them see how wonderful this existence was. She guessed that was not necessary, she was certain that the more they saw of nubiles, the more they would wish to become like them. They were lucky to have been brought here by the slavers.
Of course, Shu-su had no ability to read so the names printed on their clothing in the alien script: ‘Margaret Norris’, ‘Zhang Wei’, ‘Jeannette Fournier’, ‘Izarra Aguilar’ and ‘Serwa Ofori’ meant absolutely nothing to her, just as she, no doubt, was entirely unfamiliar to them. However, for some reason, Shu-su felt a strange affinity for these particular females. Looking beyond this batch of five to the females behind she did not feel such a connection, totally unaware that whilst Ann Gerard would not have known their names, she would have recognised these others as office, technical and ancillary staff from the SSS Mimosa.
The two slavers directed the nubiles into a large lift and they were soon rising from the cargo bay into the heart of what Shu-su imagined was a frontline base. For some reason she thought it was Frontline Base 14, and guessed she had been told that by one of the slavers before entering her pod. They stepped from the lift into an area which looked like a lobby to accommodation quarters. The nubiles were directed to form a single line and, of course, like the good slave she was Shu-su did as commanded. For her, time did not really seem to pass. There were memories, yes, but there was no need really to be patient as her consciousness had no recognition of any sense of boredom, she just lived in the moment. What was important was being the best and that meant being the sexiest and most obedient nubile she could be.
A couple of Pegrasons in uniform walked along the line of nubiles studying each slave in turn. As they came closer, Shu-su was sure that she recognised the scent of one of them and rather boldly looked straight at him. She caught his gaze almost instantly and felt that perhaps she was behaving in an impertinent way for a nubile, but he did not seem offended. There was something about this large, strong Pegrason that seemed very familiar to Shu-su. Of course, she was designed to be aroused around male Pegrasons but with this one she found it went deeper. Rather than standing demurely, waiting instructions, Shu-su began to envisage having this male penetrating her. Without thinking she was soon running her long tongue around her lips and gently lifted up her ample breasts as if presenting them to this male. That felt very good and Shu-su sighed gently in pleasure and ran her hands over her glossy body savouring the sensation of knowing she wanted to be owned not by any Pegrason but this one in particular. Shu-su had the urge to close her eyes and throw back her head, but strove to keep her eyes locked on the male.
“Commandant Vorad, this is the one who re-initiated the cargo container.”
“Really? Well, we have a lot to thank her for.” The commandant responded without taking his eyes off Shu-su. “From what I gather that was what allowed you to find out what had happened to the GHV489 and especially its precious cargo.”
“Indeed Commandant.”
Shu-su guessed that this commandant was head of the base she had been brought to. Now she saw the male beside him was in a simpler uniform and she imagined he had been the one responsible for shipping her and the other nubiles here.
“She was a nubile then?”
“No, she was still one of that Earth species. However, they transform very well, they are highly valued for that.
“Yes, yes, I can see that, she is just wonderful.”
“She was in the container, we think she had entered the chamber when we recovered it and so the transformation went ahead.”
“How lucky she was. She has clearly found her perfect role.” The commandant said and Shu-su felt pleased that he saw her as an ideal nubile.
The slaver stretched forward and read something off Shu-su’s collar. “She is Shu-su.”
“I like that name.” Vorak said. “And you took other females from that station?”
“Yes.”
“And they will be transformed?”
“Yes, each of the containers has a chamber for doing that. We are processing them now.”
“Excellent, excellent.” The commandant said, then fell silent and continued looking at Shu-su as she danced very sensually. “I like this one, she has initiative. Oh, I like them obedient, of course, but this one has a little something else that appeals to me. I will take this one for my own. She deserves a reward for all that she did for us. The others, take them down to the pleasure quarters; add the Earth women once they have been made into nubiles. I know this station has only been here a comparatively short time, but you can be certain the troops are missing the comforts of home, this shipment will really boost morale.”
The commandant studied Shu-su for a little longer then from his belt took a leash and clipped one end to the ring on the front of Shu-su’s collar. She let out a little grunt of pleasure as she felt that her long journey was finally at an end and she could be in no better situation: the personal slave to such a strong, influential, Pegrason. He was such a wonderful master and she was eager to serve this one who now would not only be a master, but for her, Master.
Master gave some instructions before leading Shu-su from the lobby away down a corridor. Shu-su paid little attention to what she was passing, her interest was in studying Master, getting to know how he appeared, the lines of his body, the way he moved and even his scent. His body was concealed beneath his uniform for now, but Shu-su looked forward to running her fingers over his strong body. Then Master stopped and took Shu-su to the side of the corridor, into an alcove and, with a gesture directed her to the floor. Shu-su knelt quickly, a posture she knew how to adopt well.
“Wait here my pet. It is almost the end of my shift and I am keen to get to find out all about you. Once I have spoken to my lieutenant I will return.”
Master explained unnecessarily; Shu-su would wait as long as it took, though like all nubiles if left unfed too long then she would begin emitting a clicking sound to attract attention. However, nubiles derived sustenance even from their master’s jism and so rarely went hungry. Master tied Shu-su’s leash to the bar behind her head which seemed designed for such purposes. Then he stooped to take a quick kiss from her lips. Shu-su glowed with pride that she had been brought to such a wonderful master. He cast a glance over his shoulder at Shu-su as he walked away but then the door before him opened and in moments he had gone from sight.
Shu-su felt comfortable on her knees. Her long boots protected her legs from the mesh pattern of the floor. She felt very aroused and thought of what Master might command of her. Shu-su shivered excitedly as she slid her hands between her boots and pressed down on the shorts that were all that covered her pussy. She admired her shapely body and the clothes that showed it to her best.
Shu-su looked at herself. Her skin was the wonderful shiny jet black shade of all nubiles and she ran her hands clad in the long shiny fingerless gloves over her midriff to cup her breasts. Then she moved her head and felt the long cords of hair that stretched to the small of her back. Shu-su blinked knowing it was with the almond-shaped doe eyes of a nubile. Her lips were wonderfully full and her breasts, responding to the attentions of her fingers pressed firmly against the gloss of her top. Proudly Shu-su reached to her neck, found the collar there and ran her fingers along the leash that led from it and was locked to the bar that ran along the wall. Shu-su revelled in the fact that this was so right, she had a status that she enjoyed and she could envisage no other. In being as sexy and servile as she could be she was fulfilling her intended function and in turn that delivered wonderful pleasure to her.
Shu-su sensed her master even before she could see him. His approach excited her body immediately and she found her pussy moistening quickly and her large clitoris fully aroused. Now thoughts were replaced entirely by instinct and physical responses. Shu-su knew she had been tailored to fit perfectly to the Pergrasons’ needs. Shu-su loved the fact that as a nubile her sense of touch was heightened and that she was easily sexually aroused. Her manner was malleable, compliant; naturally servile. It was natural for a nubile to purr, to make sounds that signalled her state of arousal and her obedience to whoever owned or wished to use her. Knowing it was her master approaching, Shu-su let out a purr indicating her eagerness to serve him sexually. She was a nubile, a living sex toy and her mind and body coursed with the thrill, the delight, of being that.
In moments Master had appeared and Shu-su simpered in pleasure, delighted that she was now able to fulfil her purpose and be used sexually. Master was large and muscular. Not simply because he was her master, Shu-su found him handsome and having all the characteristics of a strong male who she had to obey. She spread her thighs a little wider and ran her fingers across her moist pussy open through her shorts to show that she was ready for him.
Master lent forward and untied her leash from the bar. Shu-su knew that she was privileged, that she was not simply going to service her master here in the corridor. She had been singled out to become his special pet and she had not simply become a slave of this ship to be used by whatever crew member or warrior chose, she was owned by a single master. Her skills had encouraged him to purchase her and she was now devoted to him and to pleasing him. Of course, her master was called Amprad Vorak, but she thought of him as Master and she was his Shu-su. She loved the soft pet name she had been granted her. It was her only name, her collar name, her name to obey with and so receive all the rewards obedience brought.
“Come my pet, let’s take you to your new home and see how well you can pleasure me. I am sure you will be perfect.”
Shu-su rose from her kneeling position on to the high heels of the long shiny boots she wore. As she strutted behind Master, Shu-su could not help catching sight of herself reflected in the ship’s numerous shiny surfaces. She loved her sleek shiny body and the sexy clothes she wore. By the time they reached Master’s cabin, her rubber shorts was open at both her pussy and her bum and that pleased Shu-su, knowing it meant she was accessible to Master just as she should be.
Shu-su was led into her master’s cabin and as the door closed behind them, Master crossed to a broad armchair of an ebony-like wood and leather. As he slumped into it, Shu-su went down on to her knees as she imagined that he would want her to suck his cock. As she had anticipated, Master pushed his hand between the strips of his kilt and she knew he was releasing his cock from its loin guard. Then it emerged, long, broad and glistening black from between the leather. Shu-su gasped, she guessed was partly from her constant delight at being so privileged to be able to work to please Master. Shu-su purred her pleasure at that realisation. Master grasped her head and gently but firmly pulled it towards the head of his cock. Shu-su opened her mouth wide and as the warm flesh slid in, she felt a delicious pulse of thrill course through her. Just as Master had believed, she did feel perfect and had no absolutely desire to be anywhere, be anything or be with anyone, else.