THE CONTAINER Part 2

T.S. FESSELN


Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depiction of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

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   “Hello Stranger,” a silken voice whispered into Dross Martin’s ear.

   Without turning around from his drink Dross replied, “Hey, Aelea.”

   Aelea had seen Dross hunched over a drink dressed in his dark grey PAC uniform and staring at the bar top, his gloved hand clasped around a tall mug of some greenish amber liquid.  She stood there watching him for several minutes and he didn’t move a centimeter.  She slid into the stool next to his.

   “A little early for this,” she poked at his drink.

   Dross grunted.  If he had one friend here in the customs hub, it was Aelea, a gorgeous dark-skinned, raven-haired off worlder that carved a niche for herself here in the ‘Hub’.  She was dressed in the black combat uniform of the PASS: Port Authority Special Security, the international off world equivalent to the dreaded Truant Officers outside the Hub.  Aelea was a tourist that enjoyed the female companionship that was plentiful on Torei and decided to stay.  

   “If you’re not going to drink it. . .” Aelea started to reach for his drink.

    Dross knocked back the glass and didn’t put the mug back down until it was drained.

   “Not in the mood for sharing,” he said, not looking at the security woman next to him.

   “Didn’t that little redhead give you something to remember her by?” Aelea grinned.

    Dross turned and looked at the woman.

    “Yes.  I saw her being carted off to join her sisters in the company slave pool.  She was nice.  I could her see dangling over my bed. . .”
    “I could order her up for you right now,” Dross interrupted, “If you don’t mind sloppy seconds.”

    Aelea threw her head back in a loud laugh, “I would if my favorite custom agent would join in.”

    “You never told me you were a switch hitter.”

    Aelea caressed his cheek, “It never came up.  I enjoy some warm and hard between my legs sometimes, but I am NOT the submissive type.”

    “Really,” Dross gave her a wan smile, “I always pictured in some tight cuffs and a tighter isolation hood.”

    “Only for you, my friend, only for you,” she answered, “So what’s going on in that big bald skull of yours.”

    Dross shook his, “Nothing you would want to compromise yourself knowing about.”

    A female barmaid approached them, her figure looked like had been dipped in glossy black oil.  A half-mask gag covered her face below her pierced nose.

    “Nothing you can give me here, sugar,” Aelea said, “And nothing more for him either.”

    The girl looked at Dross confused, shocked by Aelea’s presumption.

    Dross nodded and waved the young girl off.

    After the girl disappeared, Aelea whispered, “So what don’t I want to know about?”

    “You really don’t want to know.”

    The security officer frowned, “Now I DO  want to know.  Tell me.”

    Dross wished he had another drink in front of him.  It would make the decision to tell Aelea easier.  He looked directly into Aelea onyx eyes.

    “I found something in customs,” he whispered.

    Aelea was intrigued but it wasn’t because of the ‘something’.  Dross was usually very straight forward about things.  It wasn’t like him to be evasive as a runaway slave.

    “It is something that I want,” Dross continued.

    ‘Okay, we all want something that isn’t ours at some point in our lives, Aelea thought to herself.

    “What?” she finally questioned.
    “An off-worlder, I think.  Bound for that toad Truck in Delphinium.  God, I can’t get my mind off of her.”

    “A slave?”  Aelea asked.  Sometimes Torean merchants brought their own slaves with them when off world.

    “I don’t think so.  She is definitely an off-worlder and a rich one from her appearance.  She is also contraband so I should be sending her over to your department. . .”

    “But you didn’t,” Aelea finished his sentence.

    “No, I didn’t.  I put her in lost cargo for now will I try to think things through.  But I know I am not going to send her to Truck.  That’s just a death sentence.”

    Aelea leaned back and looked at her friend.  She was shocked that he actually ‘cared’ about a woman.  Most Torean men thought of them as cattle to be used as the men wanted women to be used.  Aelea was sure that the woman’s destination was a factor.  Delphinium was a lust-filled tourist trap.  The whole of the arcology was devoted to the sex tourist trade that women vanished into forever.  Vernon ‘Grinder’ Truck was the dictator of Delphinium and the rumors of what he did to women inside the arcology walls was the stuff lobotomies were made for.

   The trade laws that Aelea enforced were pretty vague when it came to the import of off-worlders.  It was generally prohibited by nearly every ringdom and if this international kidnapping of an off-worlder, things would get trickier than a cornered dusty.  There was no way that this woman in the container was going to get into Trucks’ pudgy little fingers. It was just the matter of in whose hands she did.

   Just then Aelea noticed something in the corner of her eye.  A nervous young blonde had just stepped into the bar and was approaching a table full of off-duty ship servicing women.  The blonde began asking them questions in hushed tones.  She hadn’t spotted Aelea.

    “Hold your thoughts, Dross, duty calls,” she said as she patted his shoulder.

    The security woman sauntered over to the table where the young blonde sat.  By the time the girl noticed Aelea, it was too late.  To Aelea, it looked like she was about to dart when she noticed Aelea had her Q-gun out of its holster.

    “Greetings, ladies, how are all of you this afternoon?” Aelea said.

    All the women bowed their heads and mumbled that they were doing well.

    “Do you know this young lady?” Aelea asked, pointing to the newcomer.

    Her question was met with a mix of yes’ and no’s.
    “Those of you that said no, please take your drinks and find another table.  I need to ask the rest of you a few questions.”

    All of the women grabbed the drinks that were in front of them and scattered to a few open tables as far away from the PASS officer as they could, leaving Aelea with the blonde.

    “I guess none of them knew you,” Aelea said as she holstered her gun.

    “No,” the girl said quietly, still bowing her head.

    “Strip,” Aelea ordered.

    The young blonde paused before hesitantly standing up and undoing the zippers to her jumpsuit.  Aelea watched carefully, one hand on her neutralizer gun.

    The young blonde woman was very pretty.  Long, blonde tresses framed a valentine-shaped face.  Her eyes were a pale yellowish brown and her lips were lush with lust.  The girl had medium sized breasts with small, pointed nipples.  She was trim and her sex had been shaven clean.  She stepped out of her boots and stood there hugging herself and looking at the floor.

    Aelea took a small scanner from her belt and pointed it at the young girl.  Sure enough, she was the property of one Wilton Mark and she had been AWOP for 3 days.  Aelea recognized the name as one of the five council members of a nearby ringdom.  Every slave, by law, had to be chipped and Aelea was sure that inside her clothes was a scrambler hiding her identity.

    “Kneel.”

    The girl did as she was ordered.  Aelea stepped around to the back of her prisoner.  Putting away her scanner, Aelea snapped open her fanny pouch and produced a shock collar.  She fastened the collar around the woman’s throat and sealed it.

    “I have now placed around your neck a shock collar.  As a truant slave, you have no rights in this jurisdiction.  Fail to abide by any order will result in your termination.  Do you understand, slave?”

    Tearfully, the blonde nodded.

    “Stand.  Hands behind your back.”

    Aelea’s captive complied.  The security officer cuffed the girl’s wrists before fastening a leash to her collar.

    “Which woman did you speak with?” Aelea asked.

    The blonde nodded towards a petite brunette sitting at a table next to Dross’.  Aelea pulled the woman’s leash as led her to the brunette’s table.

    Looking down at the dark-haired woman, Aelea asked, “Did you talk to my prisoner?”

   The woman said nothing, bowing her head.

   “Do you want me to take you into custody as well?” Aelea asked.

   The woman shook her head, “No.”

   “Then answer my inquiry.”

   “Yes,” the woman said, “She spoke with me.”

   Aelea smiled, “And what did talk to you about?”

   “She wanted to know if she could be part of our team; to help clean one of the ships.  She said she would give us credits.”

    “And why didn’t you speak about this in the first place?” Aelea asked.

    The woman didn’t respond.

    “Strip.”

    The woman looked up, her blue eyes wide with shock, “But officer; mistress. . .”

    “Strip,” Aelea repeated.

    The maintenance woman stood up and began to undress quickly.  In moments, she too was standing nude in front of Aelea.

    “Kneel,” Aelea ordered.

    The woman knelt, “Please. . .”

    “Quiet,” Alea barked as she reached for a second shock collar.

    The woman before her was sobbing uncontrollably as Aelea placed the collar around her neck.  Even though the woman had a small frame, she had large breasts crowned with large nipples.  She had a narrow strip of fur between her legs and she tried to keep her legs shut as much as possible.

     “I have now placed around your neck a shock collar.  As a prisoner of the Port Authority, you have all the rights granted to you as a free-womb in this jurisdiction.  Fail to abide by any order will result in your sale at a Port Authority auction.  Do you understand?”

     “Why are you doing this to me.  I have done nothing wrong.”
     Aelea smiled in her face, “You lied to me by not revealing who this prisoner was or what her business was with you.  Now hands behind your back.”

    The brunette did as she was told. Aelea cuffed her and attached her leash, giving it a tug to make the maintenance woman stand.  Alea reached back into pouch and pulled out two isolation hoods.  She pulled one down over the blonde’s head first.  It covered everything but the woman’s mouth.  Then she did the same to the brunette, making sure she was secure.

    Aelea glance over at Dross, who was watching the whole scene with intrest, “Don’t just sit there.  Grab a leash and follow me.”

    Dross collected the brunette’s leash and followed Aelea out of the bar and onto the busy street.  Alpha Street was one of the main roads through the hub district and it was lined with bars, hotels and shops catering to starship crews and residents of the hub.  A tramway ran down the center of the broad avenue and freight-haulers and taxi-trams filled the streets on either side.  The pair of them got a few stares, mainly from the few off-worlders, but most citizens steered clear.

    It was a short walk to one of the small streetside detention centers.  The three restraint chairs were unoccupied.  Aelea eased her first prisoner, the blonde onto the chair which resembled a gyno-chair more than anything, with a ‘Y’ shaped seat and with armatures to anchor the slave’s legs apart.  After the prisoner’s legs were secured, Aelea unfastened the cuffs and fastened each of the girl’s wrists to the chair’s arm.  After Alea made sure the prisoner was properly locked into place, she swung up the chasity-plug from beneath the chair and inserted it into the prisoner before locking it.  As long as the girl was still private property, her assets would be protected.  The last thing Aelea did was transfer custody to the detention kiosk’s computer.

    The dark-haired free-womb was next.  She struggled a bit knowning where she was and what she was going to be subjected to.  However, Alea got her restrained as well but without the chastity plug.

    “Free-womb, you are required to be here until all fines and fees are paid for in full.  You will not refuse any service.  A health inspection will be given to you at the end of your sentence.  Failure to comply will extend your sentence indefinitely.”

    With that, Aelea turned custody over to the computer.

    “You feel sorry for her?” Aelea asked Dross.

    “A little.  It could have been any one of them.”

    The security officer shook her head, “She lied and now she will pay the price.”

    Aelea stepped up to the kiosk and inserted her credit pen, “There, you can help her earn her way home.”
    ‘Drake’, Dross cursed underneath his breath.  He hated sex out in public however accepted it was.  He stepped up to the chair and positioned it so that her head was level with his crotch.  He unzipped his pants and stroke himself until he was hard.  He then pushed the tip of his penis against her lips.  The brunette opened her mouth and he pushed himself inside.

    The woman suckled him the best she could, her tongue gliding over his shaft and head.  He closed his eyes and pictured the woman in the container doing the same to him; her lips sealed around his cock as he pumped.  Soon he felt the pressure of his orgasm building until he coated the inside of the woman’s mouth and throat with his semen.  Dutifully, the brunette licked his cock clean before he tucked it back into his pants.

    The counter on the woman’s chair clicked off ten credits off of her 300 credit fine.  Of course, the woman would also be charged rent per hour for the restraint chair.

    “Now that we are done here,” Aelea said, “Let’s go up to the arboretum level and discuss your little problem.”

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