Chapter II

"Coalition or UCS?" you ask as you keep walking in the sand. About an hour passed since you’ve started out. By now the pain from your sinews is gone, which you find fortunate.

"What does it matter?" he asks, turning back to you with a grin. The Coalition and UCS are both factions that are made of natural born humans. They share the same language, culture, values and even most holidays. The only difference between the two is one’s attitude to their own state. The Coalition started out as a single colony, New Earth (later renamed to New Terra), that was established once it became evident that Earth (or by everyone else just Old Terra) will no longer be able to support life. Except that New Earth has ceded from the UCS after the first wave of settlers arrived, with every other major colony to follow. As a consequence almost the entire population of Old Terra died, except for a couple hundred million people who either fled to Mars, Europa or Titan, or remained enclosed within the hundreds of city sized domes constructed as an emergency act. Needles the say, the stage was all set afterwards.

The Coalition became a vast, prosperous state, with hundreds of fertile worlds and all the resources the stars could offer. Meanwhile the UCS remained small, and for the most part insignificant, clinging to their dead planet as there is no other alternative. To top it all, the Coalition just keeps expanding. If a system is already settled by humans, they take it over. If it is aliens (or genetically altered version of humans), then they kill them. The more systems they have, the larger is the population, and more aplenty are the resources. The Coalition Armada, the largest fleet known to date, expanding at an unprecedented rate.

As for your captor: He just answered that he doesn’t care. Something you might hear from a lone soul of a giant state, where there are so many planets that their entire society has embraced an epidemic of meaninglessness.

"Stars, you are from one of these mini states, aren't you? Not Coalition, nor UCS, nor zetan," he asks. You nod.

"Then consider yourself conquered!" the man laughs.

"I’m not going to be your slave," you answer. The man stops, and gives you a sharp look. Only to smile afterwards.

For a moment, you are unsure why he did that. But then you notice it too: You are aroused. Taken aback, you look down, aghast by the sight of your erect nipples. Then you get your glance back to the man, now getting the meaning behind the smile. Somehow you feel ashamed. But the truth to the matter is that you can’t help it: The fact that the man is part of the conquerors, the feeling of the ropes holding your arms, is just a combination of things that can get you turned on like no other.

Yes, you are kinky as fuck. Through and through as they say. It began during your childhood, when you started tapping on some messed up things on the StarNet. In fact, those were the only forms of content that you found enjoyable. And even today: Your sex life consists of nothing more than all sorts of guys doing all sorts of wicked things to you.

"You see: You do want to be a slave," the man says, and immediately he pushes you on your knees on the sand.

"Ahh…!" you gasp as a failed form of protest. You do not want to be a slave. And definitely not for the rest of your life. It just happens that you are a kinky woman who is open for some casual runs. Perhaps a dom sub relationship at one point. But to be kept in a cage? Used for no other purpose than sex? That sort of thing is simply too much for you. Problem is: Now the man will no longer care. Instead, he will say you were destined for this life, your arousal used as a proof of concept.

"Start sucking it, little slut," he says, he erect cock whipped out in front of you. You decide to do as ordered. What else could you do in this situation?

And you just keep sucking it... Until he comes all over your mouth.

"What were you saying, my dear?" he asks jokingly. But you are unable to answer. Instead, you just sit there, your jaw wide open, defeated.

After the deed is done, the puts his cock back in his pants and you start going after him again.

"We just had sex!" you say aloud. Not real sex. But oral sex. In a way it still matters.

"It will happen quite often to you during the years. So you better get used to it," the man says. "In fact, now that I’m putting more thought to it, I think I will have to keep you restrained at all times. One of the zetan straitjackets will do just fine. Nobody escapes those! Which means that you will be either getting it, or you will be sitting in a cage waiting for it. Pain and sex being your only sources of pleasure."

"I’m not going to be your sex slave!" you protest. But you find your nipples erect again. Your body served as the instrument of your defeat for the second time.

"Looks like there is a small town there," the man says instead of dealing with the obvious. Looks like one was enough for him. "Come on, we will go to the pub, and refresh a bit. Perhaps you will start giving some more blowjobs once you are drunk enough!"

"I’m not giving anyone a blowjob!" you protest. But the man simply ignores you.

"Come on! It will be fun!" he says, and he keeps going forward.