Torei Student Exchange
Chapter 1
By GreyRose
AKA GrymtheGray
“This is the Captain, we are about to arrive at the orbital elevator for the planet Torei. All passengers who are disembarking here, please be prepared to transfer over for your ride planet-side.” With an almost inaudible snick the public address system closed down.
The three young women, who had been completing their final packing, stopped dead in their tracks when the announcement started, with a wide eyed glance at each other the three squealed with glee and made a mad dash for the corridor. The three excited girls quickly made their way to a forward observation lounge and watched with rapt attention as the ship closed into orbit.
These three beautiful young women had spent a considerable amount of time and study to get here. They had taken a year off from their advanced studies so that they could come to this exotic planet and study the extreme dichotomy of the place. Here was a planet that was one of the oldest still functioning terra-forming operations, with access to the latest technology the wider galaxy had to offer and they were still in the social barbarian level of development. After all this was a planet that still had slavery as a major component in all phases of their culture. Each of the 'Ringdoms' had a different take on it but they all practiced it to one degree or another.
These three travelers from a far star, came from a culture that had started off as a rich owners paradise. Late in the emigration waves, a group of very well off investors gathered some very capable genetic engineers and moved to their personal paradise world, which they dubbed Shangrila. There they competed with each other, the one that created the newest, most interesting servants won points in an elaborate social game. They strove to make the most pleasant, most satisfying servant class they could have wanted. The society only lasted a few centuries that way before the system collapsed and was replaced by a more functional broader based government.
Each girl was a product of different visions, and each was remarkably lovely specimen of each of these visions. Aledona'nara was the tallest of the three at 1.8 meters (5'11”) tall, and the most athletic of the group. She had pale rose gold skin with a cascade of curly strawberry blond hair and, because she was often being out running even before the sun rose over the horizon she had earned the nickname of Dawn. Next tallest was Riata'tianata at 1.75 (5'9”) meters tall, and her skin had a smokey olive tone and her hair was a rich dark auburn, her two friends called her Tina. Despite Tina's ofttimes arrogant attitude the other two were still her staunch friends, and though she was most often the ring-leader on their escapades Dawn sometimes stole her thunder and had the other two follow her. The third beauty of the group was Kalela'setira, who was 1.72 meters tall (5'8”) and had skin like white silk, soft and without blemish, the hair on her head was said to be the same red as a rose from Mother Earth. Lela was the most artistic of the three. Any time the trio needed to create something, Lela was the one that made it happen, almost always spectacularly.
These three stared raptly out the view port, to see with their own eyes the destination that they had spent so much effort to reach. After so much investment they had finally reached the half whispered, fabled Torei, a world of harsh environment, high technology and …. slaves. A planet where all native born women were owned and controlled, where men held all the power. Or did they? There were the odd bits and pieces that the girls had dug up, the odd duplication of exact phrasing in different reports the strange gaps in data. Each by themselves didn't mean anything but when all put together there formed some hints there seemed to be holes or gaps that indicated that something was being hidden, something they had chosen to come here themselves to investigate.
These three watched as the planet 'rose' into view, since many travelers had emotional problems with a planet hanging over their heads, the starship line required all their ships to approach a planet in the 'correct' orientation. They could see the dark emerald green equatorial belt where all the 'Ringdoms' called home. The central belt faded off in a ragged fringe boarder with the native pale gray-green of the inhospitable native flora, with the poles of ice capping the orb below them. Even knowing intellectually that this was what they would see in person was so different from the icon in all the records of this world, they each felt a touch of disappointment. It was as if there was a conspiracy to lose or confuse the information on this place, as there were few actual images of the planet found in any databank they had searched, and those few were of very poor quality. (In fact this is the truth, the IA's didn't like the galaxy knowing too much about them, and had taken steps to protect themselves.)
The three quickly overcame their slight disappointment and marveled at having finally reached their destination! The three make a ring and dance with joy for a few seconds, before scrambling madly back for their cabin and making sure that they disembarked quickly as possible.
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The girls had managed to get their luggage over to the Satellite, onto the elevator and headed planet-side in amazing time. They gazed in rapt awe as the planet came closer and gradually got a better and better view of the place where they had planned on spending the next 3 months. As they had been so quick to leave the ship, they missed the announcements that due to recent 'Interstellar Instabilities' all embassies had withdrawn from Torei to get direction from their home governments. What this meant was that there was little to no protection or recourse for any visitors to this world for now. The Captain urged all passengers expecting to disembark at this destination, for them to please change their plans, the line would transport them to another destination or return them to their homeworld at little to no extra cost depending upon their choice. All other passengers that still on board, accepted the offer and made plans to travel elsewhere.
Before the girls had made their way off the elevator, the ship they had arrived on had loaded all passengers that had been cleared by Torean customs and was leaving the system at its best speed.
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The girls were amazed to see that all the personnel that operated the arrival lounge were women in several different types of uniform, the main color being maroon but with several color trims which seemed to indicate duties rather than rank, the one thing in common with all of them was that all of them wore maroon collars. The girls eager to begin their study, handed over their passports and the visa's that they had been given for their visit. As their documents were reviewed, it seemed that there was a problem. All their documents were taken to an office that was up some stairs, the woman did not close the door as she entered so the girls had an unobstructed view but could not hear what was being spoken. In the office a man sat behind a desk, the woman knelt to one side of the desk and waited for the man to gesture before she handed the documents over, with her head bowed.
The man reviewed the documents for several moments then opened a comm channel, then made a second contact after not getting an answer he liked after the first. Finally he handed back the documents to the slave at his feet, and gestured her away.
The woman returned, “There's a problem with your documents. This one that say's you are here for a Cultural Study, is not a valid document. We can't allow you to leave the port without a proper permit.”
Tina frowned, “Well that's just ridiculous, these visas were approved before we left our home-world! Let us contact our Embassy and we'll get this straightened out!”
The woman that was talking with them looked at her with a confused expression, “Your planet no longer has a diplomatic presence on our world. All diplomatic teams were withdrawn a week or two ago. As you don't have proper approval we will need to detain you for the next ship leaving.”
“What! That's ridiculous, there must be someone we can talk to!” Tina's voice rising in volume, demanded. “We'll get this straightened out NOW!”
The woman standing before them, took a step back and frowned, “As of the moment you stepped onto Torean soil you have no rights, you have no recourse, but OUR LAWS! You stupid wombs come to our world and expect everything to go your way. Well you wombs, will just have to deal with reality!”
In what seemed an oddly ceremonial gesture, the woman that they had been dealing with bowed her head and crossed her wrists behind her. It was only as they came within a few meters of them that the three girls noticed the large armed and armored men closing in on them.
With her head still bowed, “Masters, these wombs have no permission to enter our world. It is the order of the port Comptroller that they be held in The Lockers until such time as another ship presents itself for them to be deported.. As these wombs have failed to comply with this order, in the name of the Comptroller, please remove them to The Lockers.”
The men in the maroon and gold armor, smirked and quickly fitted some kind of rigid manacles on each girl. Each manacle had a large ring that was clasped roughly around the girls neck and had a short bar that ended in two smaller loops each enclosing a wrist. Once all three girls were manacled, they were linked one behind the other in a single line and then the men took a moment to enjoy roughly stripping all the clothing off the stunned girls.
As a guard snapped a leash on the lead girl, another snapped one on the last girl, the leader of the team spoke, “Why don't we just take these useless clits to the temple and give them some permanent jewelry?” He grabbed Tina roughly, balling his fist in her hair at the base of her skull and forcing her body into an arched position and groping her taught form.
The woman with her head still bowed, “I cannot say Master, the Comptrollers orders spoke of The Lockers, not the temple. Your question would need to be addressed to him. Do you wish for me to bear your question to his ears?”
With a disgusted snort and a shake of his head, “No if this is the decision of the Comptroller, I will not question his orders. Lets move and get these stupid clits stored!” He ordered and the men marched off, dragging the stunned off-worlders between them.
With the speed that events had gone from perfect to problem to disaster, the girls were speechless and stumbled along helplessly. The guards with years of training and experience, were able to gauge the girls reactions and manipulate them expertly. With a grope here and a crop strike there, the girls were kept off balance with disbelief and outrage.
With all this the girls were so distracted, and the Toreans with years of familiarity, the presence of a black-clad feminine figure with a egg shaped helm that completely enclosed the head and showed no features, was overlooked off to one side. The figure, an emissary of one of the AI's, had stood unmoving more statue than living creature, and had observed the entire sequence of events.
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The destination, the place called The Lockers, wasn't far as it was intended for the storage of trans-shipping slaves to and from off-world. The contrast between the modern interstellar port with its high-tech fixtures and comfortable furniture, to the rough hewn stone pavement and hand made bricks that formed the raised sections inside the large room was dramatic. Each section was 3 meters high and 3 meters wide, which enclosed two rows of 'locker' along each side of each section, for 20 'lockers' per section. Each 'locker' was 1.5 meters wide, by one meter high, by one meter deep. The outside wall of each locker was a metal frame with 1 cm wide bars set with 3 cm gaps between each. There was a notch on the bottom of the frame through which a water bowl or a food plate could be slid.
The Truant officer in charge spoke to the off-worlders as his men unlinked the coffle, “Are you three sure you want to stay here? I'm sure we can find you someplace more.....interesting to stay than here.” his voice was thick with implied sincerity. The girl's looked about ans saw the tiny spaces which would soon be their accommodations with trepidation.
Tina stood up as straight as she could with the fiddle holding her hands before her, “No way! Any 'deal' we cut with you is likely to end up with us at the Temple being registered as slaves! I'm sure we will get this all straightened out in a few days, we'll just have to work within the legal system.
With a snarl the officer grabs the center bar of Tina's fiddle, “Stupid Clit! WE are the legal system!” With a snarl he roughly gropes her crotch before he pushes her towards the Locker that his man had opened for this one. “Put them into storage and we'll come back in a few day's, once they get desperate these clits will be begging us to take them anywhere else!”
After the guardsmen had left, the three girls finally had a chance to collect their wits and discuss what had happened. It left all three feeling lost and bereft of hope, worrying that they would be stuck in these 'lockers', cages really, until some unknown traveler arrived and they were to be shoved onto the vessel and taken where ever it went. The girls tried and failed to get comfortable with their hands locked to their necks in the cramped confines. Time dragged slowly as they waited for something to happen.
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