Terra Stone: Mistaken Identity Chapter 4

 

Terra Stone

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 4

 

Office of Lord Quinan

Quintan Slave House, Sutter’s World

 

          Mester had worked for Lord Quintan long enough to know when to just stand back and keep his mouth shut. The large man was usually very calm and cool. However, when something caused him to lose his temper, it was best to stay out of the line of fire until the wave of rage subsided or passed. Cyrus and Tabor having abducted and used a Union officer to fulfill their slave shipment was the sort of thing to send the Lord Slaver through the overhead. To be sure this was not the first time that someone from the Union forces had been delivered as a slave to this house and market. But the subtle difference being that those individuals had been captured and enslaved in the process of hostile raids or piracy. Those slaves may have changed owners several times before reaching this market. But this was a beast of a different color. They had not been directly involved in the enslavement of Union personnel. But now thanks to those too fools, this could blow up in their faces. The Union had never approved of the practice of slavery but had turned a blind eye to it as it was a way of life on many of the worlds that formed the Union. And to ensure that eye stayed blind it was the policy that Union personnel were hands off.

          ‘Alright,” finally calming down Quintan moved to the chair behind his massive desk. To the right and left of his chair were chains that ran from steel plates bolted to the floor to steel slave collar that awaited a neck to be locked about. At any given time, a naked female would be secured in those collars, if she wasn’t already a slave she likely soon would be. “What is the damage control on this? What has the Union’s Diplomatic Delegation demanded concerning their missing officer that is in My slave pens awaiting sale?”

          “Surprisingly, my Lord. Nothing. They have made no formal requests or demands for this missing officer. However, we have spotted several of their people attempting to be covert. They have the auction house, the docks, and here all under surveillance”

          “Watching to see if we move her.” It was a statement rather than a question as Quintan spoke aloud. “Could this slave be more valuable than they want us to know?”

          “That seems very probably, my Lord.” Mester consulted his data pad. “The name she gave when she was processed into the pens was Natasha Carter, Ensign assigned to the public information office for the Diplomatic mission to Romata III. But if that were the case, why not just send someone here demanding we turn her over them or offering to buy her back.?”

          “Exactly, I think that there is more to this slave than we know.” Taking the data pad from his assistant and looking at the image and information for slave 9876309. “Her body and looks alone makes her worth more then the slut who’s place she took. But something tells me that she is worth much, much more. The question is why and who will be willing to meet the price I set for the opening bids to own her.”

          “So, we are keeping her for sale?” Mester questioned. “What about the licenses and papers that don’t match?”

          “Adjust the slave papers for slave number 9876309 to the slave who is currently in our control. I want her moved to one of the special cells by herself. If any inquire why she is there, its because we have a special order to be filled. I want  only the most senior and trusted handlers and slave trainers are allowed to be around her. And find me those two idiots that caused this mess.”

          “Yes, m’Lord. Tabor is likely long gone. But I think I might know where Cyrus can be found.” Mester smiled. “His ex is a slave at one of the brothels near the docking hangers.”

          “His ex is a slave there?” Quintan’s eye lifted question with interest.

 

          “Yes, m’Lord. He found out that she had been with someone else and planning to empty their accounts and leave with the other man. The other man vanished, and Cyrus sold her as a slave to the brothel. He loves to go down there and make her pleasure him in ways she wouldn’t before.” Mester laughed.

          Quintan could only laugh shaking his head at that. Then leaning back as Mester departed the office. He could not help but wonder who this slave was down in his pens.

 

Slave pens of the House of Quintan

 

          Terra sat with her back against the back of the pen that held her and a dozen other slaves. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was scared. In the past she had been captured several times and taken prisoner, even flirted with being sold as a slave during a couple of these times. But this was different, this was not undercover, this was not knowing that help was coming to save her. This was a very real slave collar locked about her throat as she was locked in a holding pen with other slaves. And this time she was a slave just like the others in the pen. To everyone here she was just slave 9876309. It didn’t matter that another woman who resembled her was the real slave 9876309, because she had placed in that girls assigned collar and spot on the transfer chain and was here.

          There had been a second when she had heard Mac’s voice before she was taken from the brig that she thought she was rescued. But the gag and hood had been very effective in concealing her identity from him. All he saw was a hooded naked slave being taken to market. Her ego and pride were a little bruised from that. After all, he had seen her naked several times when they were working together in the past. Come to think of it she had been disguised as a slave or about to become one and Mac was her backup to bail her out. A smile formed on her lips as she recalled a couple times that he had seen her off duty like that as well.

          No doubt about it the hood and gag definitely had hidden her identity from him. She wondered if she had not still been feeling the effect of the stun stick if she might have found away to get him to know it was her. Shakung her head in resignation there was no chance of that. If she had tried something like that then Tabor and Cyrus would have used pain sticks on her which would have brought her into compliance and submission. It would have only served to anger her captors and cause her a great deal of pain. Given that they had been in a brig collecting convicted slaves for sale, Mac would have likely only seen it as the last act of defiance of a slave going to her fate.

          Looking up Terra noticed one of the other slaves in the pen staring at her. She was a stocky and brutish woman that had been a freighter captain. Her heavy-handed tactics concerning the crew had her crew on the verge of munity. Only the mandatory penalties for the munity had stopped them. On the other hand, spike her drink, then leaving her to be found passed out naked in a space port dive bar. That was another story, she should not have drunk so much and knows that most pub and bar owners in ports are slavers or supply slavers with warm bodies. So, she woke up in slave chains and her ship and crew broke orbit without her.

          Like Terra herself, she was a new slave and placed in the same pen for marking and basic training in the art of a slave girl. That caused her to wince and reach down to touch the healing brand that had marked her a slave stock. Healing agents had been administered to the brand within a minute of the branding iron kissing her thigh. That was the part of having to look like a slave while undercover she had always dreaded and despised the most. That with all the technological marvels at their disposal, slavers still insisted on the medieval practice of using a hot iron to brand livestock for its psychological effect on the slave.

          Terra had been last on the chain in the branding room and for a moment she thought that she was not going to be marked. The two men stepped into the room. One of the men was thin but solidly built, he carried a data pad with him and was constantly checking it. The other was a stocky man, but fat but big built, from the way the house slaves and staff reacted to his presence, he was Quintan the owner of the house or someone very important. He had looked her over closely where she knelt with the others on a common neck tether. It was her turn, and the handler turned to look at the man who simply nodding and said brand the slave before leaving.

          That was two days ago, someone from the diplomatic contingent should have come for her by now. Or they had and told that they had no woman fitting that description in their facility only licensed slaves. Which would have been a polite way of saying yes, we have her, if you want her then be the highest bidder at her sale. When they had gotten back to the pen, the former captain started throwing her weight around and making the other slaves kneel to her one at a time. She had not expected any more fight from Terra than she had gotten from the others that bowed to her. Terra had not bowed down, she had in fact had grabbed the bigger slave and thrown her about the pen showing her that she was not as bad as she had thought she was. That ended abruptly when several handlers arrived and stuck both slaves with pain sticks until they were curled up on the floor pleading and begging for the pain to stop. Terra had no illusions that she was braver, stronger, or prouder than the other slaves with her. She would plead and beg to stop and for forgiveness.

          It looked like trouble was about to start once more when the grill door to the pen was opened. At first, she thought it was the detail of slaves coming to fill the common troughs with their food and water for the night. At least she thought it was night, it was so easy to lose track of time in the pen and training areas because there was no porthole or windows to the outside where they were. Only it was not the slaves with the food that entered the pen but the thin man with the data pad and four guards.

          “Slave 9876309,” He said and pointed at a place before him at his feet.

          “Yes, Master!” Terra responded as she leaped up from where she was and rushed to kneel down before in the submissive and docile posture that she had been instructed to do, knees widely parted, forehead to the floor and wrists crossed behind her back. She knew that at this point she had no other choice then to comply and obey as the only way she was leaving this place was via the sale block. Something was placed next her collar and it beeped.

          “Yes this is the one,” said the man even though he already had seen and observed her enough to know who she was. “Secure her for transfer.”

          At that point Terra lifted her head from the floor just as a hand gripped her hair and pulled her upright. She opened her mouth to speak only too have the muzzle tube inserted and activated muting her, her hands were pulled behind her and locked in cuffs and a leash snapped on her collar. The last thing she saw was the surprise and wonder on the other slave’s faces, well except for the smug look of the bully bitch she had given a lesson to. With a tug on the leash, she struggled to her feet, stumbling as she blindly went where the led her.

 

Special isolations cells in the Quintan slave house

 

          Terra had no clue where she had been before they came for her. But for some reason they wished her to be completely disoriented. As she was pulled on the leash in a slave hood around the corridors and walkways of the house for what seemed like hours with the way they kept changing directions on her. When she was led through the last doorway, she could feel the narrowness of the corridors replaced by a large open area.  Only after the distinctive sound of a large door being closed was heard was she pressed to her knees on what had felt to her bare feet to be smooth cool marble or something like it.

          Her handlers were a little too free with their hands as they roamed over her body while the cuffs and leash were removed. But as was their intention they were enforcing on her that she was a slave an at their mercy. She felt a hand at her neck and collar, then the clicking of a lock and weight of a chain as its cold links fell between her breasts and down between her parted thighs as well. It was only then that the hood was removed. Blinded by the sudden light Terra had to blink her eyes rapidly several times before she could see.

          Where she was could hold 30 slaves. It was a huge and spacious open area, with thick rugs, pillows, and cushions scatted about. It reminded her of some of the images she had once seen as what had been described as a harem. There was a large tub or pool in the center of the room near where she knelt. But it also had plenty to remind her that it was intended for slaves, as the walls had iron rings mounted on them to secure slaves, as well as there were several small cages that she would have to fold herself to fit in. Then she saw the steel frame that looked much like a bed but nothing but straps to lay on and shackles for wrists at the head and for ankles at the foot. Terra had heard of pleasure racks before but this was the first one she had seen one. And had the feeling at some point she would be wearing these shackles.

          “Your Master is busy at the moment, or he would have been here to give you a proper tour of your home for the time being, slave girl.” The man had said. “I am called Mester, head assistant to Lord Quintan. But you of course will only address Me and the others as Master.” He told her with a sadistic smile as the gag was removed, a bowl was filled with water and another with the foul tasing paste they were given to eat. Once this was done, Mester and the others filed out of the cell, leaving her chained and locked with to contemplate her fate.

         

 

           

         

 

In the works Update

 

    Tal and greetings to everyone.

Just a quick post that I have Chapter 4 in the Terra Sone saga just about ready to post and Chapter 5 is in the works.

I also have done some more work in the Gor area dealing with the female slaver lady Ragenta. I posted the first chapter on my Deviant Art page. While proof reading it to ensure that everything was lined up, I had an idea! When the story ended, Ragenta had been legally enslaves, branded, and sold. Unless I went with a story about her life as a slave that line was pretty much done. But there is room to go back and fill in some of the back story. The first installment will be her incident outside the training room when she is thought to be a slave. I hope that you will enjoy it.

Oh, there is a place to leave comments at the bottom of each post. I would very much like to hear what people think of the stories. What they think is going to happen, or insights into something that has happened that they liked or disliked. One of the great things about writing is that the way I do it I have a general idea of where things are going to go. But it is not scripted out and when I start typing I tend to go where the creative juices take me. If something is not working in the story line, and my readers let me know then I probably won't rewrite something but I can adjust the path of the story to come away from a point.

Thank you once again,

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Terra Stone: Mistaken Identity Chapter 3

 Artwork by TroyDM

Terra Stone

In

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 3

 

          “We have checked hangers 4,5, and 6. We have found no sign of the Slavers Tabor and Cyrus, nor that any slaves were brought into these hangers for loading into any of the ships. We are visually checking all the cargo holds but the vessels docked in these hangers are mostly registered to local residents and visiting delegations. We even found Agent Stone’s shuttle here.” Came the report from the units at the hanger over the communications panel on Constable Darro’s desk.

          “Are you sure that their papers said they were docked in hanger 5?” Darro asked McNally.

          “I’m certain of it” but Rafe was cut off by the laughter coming from the hacker Terra had arrested as he was being escorted to another location for interrogation. Raising a hand to signal the escorting guards to stop, he turned to the hacker. “You find something amusing.” It was a challenge and not a question which was clear by the menace in his voice.

          “Oh, just everything and how poetic it all is.” Laughed the Hacker. “The Indentured Dove is out of the sector by now. And that pretty little slut that arrested me is on her way to her new life as a slave on a distant market.”

          Both McNally and Darro looked at one another. The criminal had been there when Darro was dealing with the two slavers. So, he must have known them but neither wanted to acknowledge the other. He also might have heard that the agent who arrested him had been taken from the guards talking. But how did he know the name of the ship?

          “Get him out of here.” McNally commanded the escorting guards.

 

          “I love it!” the Hacker called back over his shoulder. “I might be on my way to the trillium mines of Kor, but she will be squirming in the chains of her master to please him!” Laughing as he was pulled out the exit hatch.

          “Much as I hate to admit it the bastards right. Even if they notice that she isn’t the girl on the papers. As attractive as Agent Stone is, they will likely just keep her as a slave only speed up her training and sale date.” Grumbled Constable Darro.

          “Yes, I agree. They will not just let her go, beings that they have her in their control. Terra is too valuable of an asset to them for what they can get out of her as more than a human female slave.” Taking a deep breath then sighs then pausing, “Why weren’t they able to take the girl on the papers?”

          “Politics is the simplest reason. She is from a wealthy and influential family. During a lover’s quarrel with her equally wealthy and influential lover, in a room full of witnesses, she picked up vase and smashed it against his head.” Darro explained.

          “Simple assault is usually just a fine and community service unless it was serious.” Mac commented.

          “It was, after she hit him, he staggered around and fell off a balcony before anyone could stop him. For that she was sentenced to five years of slavery. She, like every other female sentenced to slavery that day had been placed on a list of slaves to be sold to off world. Both families have paid dearly to have her removed from that list and sold locally instead. Depending on who wins the auction she will either serve out her time working at her family’s remote estate or spend the rest of her life as the slave of her former lover’s family. Either way she would have been better off being sold off world.”

          “I think you might be right about that. But had she been, Terra would not be in the fix she is in now. I’ll take her ship and make for Sutter’s World.”

          “I would think that the Union Command would have dispatched someone there already.” Darro reasoned.

          “Not a chance, they don’t want to let the slavers know the value of the girl they hold. I’m sure that you noticed that the warrant said those two slavers were wanted for the abduction of a Union naval officer. Not an intelligence officer, but just an officer. Headquarters will have reviewed what she has knowledge of and all codes that she knew or used will be changed. An agent may be sent to attempt to buy her when sold if possible. But they will not do anything that might show concern.”

          “But won’t you going there be doing just that?” Darro wondered.

          “Naw, see this is not business for me going there.” Mac smiled, “No for me this is personal. They took one of my people, a lady that I like and consider a friend. So, I am going to get her back.”

          “Very noble and honorable, Master Gunner. But what makes you think that they will listen to you all by yourself?”

          “Who said I will be alone? You would be amazed how cooperative they will be when they find the battlecruiser Jutland sitting in orbit ready to start landing troops. I think they will find me positively charming and won’t be able to help me enough.” McNally flashed a wicked smile.

 

Sutter’s World

The Sutter Slave House

 

          From the observation screen of his office Quintan watched as the newest arrival at his personal hanger was being boarded by handlers that would unload the cargo to be moved to the pens for processing. It was a very smooth and efficient operation, sometimes Quintan himself marveled at how well things could move. His given name had been Quintan Sutter as in the same family who had colonized this distant world nearly a century before.  And while the rest of the family did not mind at all the revenue that was brought to their businesses by those that traveled here to deliver and buy from his slave markets. They frowned and looked down upon him and his trade as a nearly criminal enterprise. How could he traffic in living beings selling them as slaves to the highest bidders. What had gone wrong with him they would say to others. Hypocrites! They were some of his best customers. Buying slaves from him to work in the jobs nobody wanted in their shops and businesses, besides being cheaper to keep than to pay someone to work. He had decided long ago to drop the Sutter part of his name.

          The handlers were starting to come back down the ramp, each man had a female body slung over their shoulder. Every female was naked except for the slave collar locked about her neck and still unconscious from the gasses in the transport tubes. The ankles of each slave were crossed and bound; a length of rope ran up the back of her thighs to connect to her bound wrists in the small of her back. The fact that they were still heavily sedated was irrelevant to the fact. No chances were taken when moving merchandise.

          “Isn’t that the Indentured Dove they are off loading?” Quintan asked the assistant behind him without turning from the image.

          “Yes, Lord Quintan, Tabor messaged that there was a slight delay in collecting the slaves on Romata III. I was about to look into the cause of the delay when they messaged again, they were in the system and lining up for their approach. The collar data shows that all the slaves are accounted for.” The assistant named Mester paused for a instant then continued, “Tabor and Cyrus also requested to settle their accounts and to collect their final pay.”

          On that Quinton turned to look at Mester then back at the ship on the screen. He had threatened the two bumbling fools if they screwed up again by selling them as slaves to be rid of them. Has the threat and the complication caused them both to decide on looking for a less risky way of making a living? Or the better question was what had gone wrong and been screwed up and they were attempting to slip off before the extent of their foul up was noticed.

          “Check with our man on Romata III and see what he says. Cyrus is a fool but Tabor has been a good man. His biggest flaw is not kicking Cyrus out the airlock. Put a tracker on their ship but let them go. If the damage caused is too sever then I’ll put a bounty on them both.”

          “Yes, Lord Quintan.” Mester responded before turning and leaving the chamber.

          What were those two wanting to hide from him, he wondered to himself.

 

Slave pens on Quintan Slave House

Sutter’s World

 

When Terra came back to the world, she found herself in a very vulnerable state. She was dangling from an overhead track system by the cuffs locked about her wrists. She was still naked except for the collar and chains, and every orifice of her body was being penetrated by a probe of some sort. The hands of the handlers were all over her body touching her as every centimeter of her body was being measured and recorded.

“What was your name slave?” demanded one of the handlers who was processing Terra.

“I am not a slave!” glared Terra as defiantly as she could given she was hanging by her wrists naked and totally at these people’s mercy.

“You will answer the questions that we ask, slave 9876309.” At that an electric prod was placed against her left nipple then triggered sending a small jolt of energy through her nipple and breast. “Now, slave, what was your name?”

‘My name is Natasha Carter, Ensign Union Naval Forces.” Terra whispering weakly, the effects of the device still causing her to ache. It was her cover name that she was to give if confronted or in trouble and they didn’t know who she was already. She was pretty sure that neither of the two goons that brought her here were going to boast about abducting a Union I&I agent.

Then the penetrating probes all came to life inside her measuring and recording her body’s reaction to their stimuli. All she could to is swing by her wrists and her sexual responses were measured mechanically. She shivered at the thought of the same test being done on her by a male handler or slave.

“This one is a hot little slut, she will bring a good price.” One of the handlers laughed as he turned up the intensity of the devices to torment her further.

“I am a Officer in the Union Navy and demand to speak with whoever is in charge,” Terra demanded. For which she received more punishment shocks to her nipples, breasts, and pubic region. She screamed in pain as she wiggled in the chains helplessly. When they had recorded all the data on the slave that they needed. Several naked slaves came up and began washing her body from head to toe. When the soap was rinsed away, she was toweled dry before the slaves started to move away from her.

Her senses returning to her, Terra had opened her mouth to complain and ask to speak with the Master of the house once again. But quickly found that no one wished to hear from her as a hollow tube connected to something that she wasn’t what it was had been shoved into her open mouth. Instantly, soon as the wetness of her mouth contacted the tube.  Terra’s mouth was filled with gel of some sort that would not allow her to expel the tube. What the tube was connected to was a small mask that covered her mouth and lower face. The mask was strapped in place leaving her effectively muzzled.  When the slaves had finished grooming her body, The conveyor overhead came to life once more and she was moved forward to the next area.

At the next area, she was lowered to a exam table and strapped down from her waists to her ankles before the shackles on her wrists were removed and her upper body, arms, and wrists were secured to the table as well. Something passed over her throat and she felt a strange numbness after the device was removed. The muzzle was then removed, and she found that she could not speak. Her mouth would form the words, but nothing came out. They had paralyzed her vocal cords.

Helplessly on the table she was given the most invasive physical examination she had ever done. Whatever data about her that had not been gathered at the first station was now recorded on her file. When they were done, she was given an injection of something that made her feel sleepy. She barely registered that she had been released from the tables restraints and placed on her belly where her wrists and ankles were crossed and bound with cord. A large male slave then picked her up and carried her towards another room. Her world went black before she left the room.

 

Lord Quintan’s office

 

“Lord Quintan,” Mester began as he entered the office, “I have received word back from our man on Romata III. The delay was caused by a new ruling on one of the slaves we were to get. Her sentence was altered so that she was to be sold at a public auction there.”

“And they reversed it again I take it. As we did receive 10 female slaves from there.”

“No, they did not, my Lord. And I just received the results of the slave 9876309 from processing. Somehow between Romata III and here she grew two inches in height and got bigger tits. The slave we have is also free of venereal disease as the one there had been given it by the man she killed. The one we were supposed to get is still locked up on Romata III.”

“So those two could not get the slave they were supposed to and snatched another female that was close to the description on the papers. I suppose that is better than showing up one short.” Quintan shrugged.

“It’s not that simple, Lord. Romata III has issued warrants for the arrest of Cyrus and Tabor. The charges are numerous, but the most serious is Abduction without proper permits. And Assault of an Officer in the Union Naval service.”

“Of all the comely females they could have snatched, they took a Union officer! They had better hope that the Union or Romata III gets them before I do! Those fools!”

 

 

 

More art work for Lady Ragenta

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Lady Ragenta takes a ride, by TroyDM

 While this is not part of Lady Ragenta's story, This is something that TroyDM has worked up to get started on some things to be added to her.

Concept art for Terra Stone by TroyDM

Concept Art for Terra Stone by TroyDM. TroyDM has been great to work with and I can not say enough good things about him. He is really helping to put an image to my work and bring Terra Stone to life.

Thanks TroyDM

 

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Terra Stone: Mistaken Identity Chapter 2

 

Terra Stone

In

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 2

 

            Rafe McNally was sitting that the Constable’s workstation when the tired man returned from the detention area of the brig. There was something off about the two slavers and their chain of beauties. Granted Romata III was nearly a third of the way across the galaxy from the central worlds of the Union. While publicly discouraged and frowned upon on many of the central worlds, slavery was still practiced in exclusive and private locations in those worlds. The rest of the planets and systems that made up the Union were more tolerant and acceptant of the institution of slavery. It had become a way to do away with penal facilities and the burdens they caused. Those found guilty of crimes were usually given one of two sentences, death or enslavement. Some of the sentences dictated a set length of the enslavement. And once the slave was sold, then the buyers were not bound by the limited time they owned a slave. In fact, it was never enforced once a slave was sold away from the jurisdiction when ordered the enslavement. This loophole was discovered and exploited by the slave traders.

          “Master Gunner, what can I do for you?” inquired the Constable.

          “I’m supposed to be meeting Agent Stone from Sector 5 here. She was bringing in a prisoner.”

          “She should have been up here. She left the detention area before me. Did she leave and you missed her?” the puzzled jailer answered.

          “No, she would not have left before meeting me. She was going to give me some information on someone that had been assigned to an operation with her.” Rising from the chair behind the workstation. “The only ones I saw were two slavers and their chain of slaves who were leaving as I got here.”

 

          “Quintan told us one more screw up and he’d ship us to the mines of Naharp VI.” Complained Tabor as they herded the slaves through the streets. A coffle of naked slaves being moved was not an unusual sight in the streets so other then to gaze at the naked bodies of the soon to be sold slaves. None gave the two men a second thought. At the end of the neck chain, Terra who now had fully regained her senses was far from pleased at her situation. Pulling against the cuff locked about her wrists finding, as she knew she would, that there was nothing she could do to free herself. Even if she could slip the restraints, there was still the matter of the isolation hood fitted snuggly about her head with its wadding stuffed in her mouth effectively silencing her leaving her blind and mute.

          With her hands free she might unfasten the hood, but that would take time, and given that she would still be naked, wearing a slave collar, and chained in a neck coffle to nine slaves. Anyone seeing her would think her a slave girl too she would swiftly find herself helplessly secure in the chains of a slave awaiting punishment. So she blindly followed the others on the chain being urged on by the bite of a leather strap applied to the back of her thighs by one of the two slavers.

          “As long as we deliver 10 female slaves to Sutter’s World, Quinan Sutter should have nothing to be complaining about,” snorted Cyrus.

          “Cy, there may be ten slaves to be delivered but one is not the one we were supposed to deliver. They will discover that she is not the same slave on the papers soon as she reaches intake. That Quintan might forgive and overlook. But that you stunned a Union Intelligence Agent then we used her to make up the shortage will outrage him and bring his wraith down upon us both.”

          “I already thought of that,” Laughed Cyrus, “Soon as we turn them over. We collect our pay and quit. We’ll be in orbit before theses sluts are awake in the receiving pens.” As they rounded the corner with the slaves, Tabor led the first girl in line into the entrance hatch of hanger 17. Terra would have been infuriated if she knew that Tabor and Cyrus were clients of the hacker she had arrested earlier. Their docking papers which were presented to the Port Brig listed their ship as being docked in hanger 5. Which left more than enough time place all these slaves into cryo-sleep chambers for their trip to market. Even should the authorities be looking for them it would take time to search for their ship in all the hangers.

 

Both McNally and the Constable checked the time readout on the wall for what seemed like the dozenth time. Nearly twenty minutes had passed and there still had been no sign or word from Terra Stone. Both knew that there was an important piece to the puzzle that they were missing.

“You said, Master Gunner, that you checked those slavers out and their papers were in order.” As they were talking one of the other security officers had begun the end of shift inventory of all weapons and equipment prior to the next shift taking over. They both stopped and turned when the officer muttered about someone pulling a stun stick back in the rack before recharging it. “You said that you counted and checked off ten slaves on the shipping documents.”

“Yes, I did and the last slave in the chain was a little wobbly and seemed to respond as if she knew my voice!” Mac finished his thought.

“They were only supposed to have nine slaves. The tenth one had her enslavement order amended so that she was not being sold off world.” The Constable looking over to the open weapons rack and seeing a Union pistol hanging to one side. Turning to press a button on the console. “This is a level one security alert! All personnel on shift are held over and call the barracks for anyone who is available. A 100% accountability will be done of all prisoners and slaves. Security details will proceed to the space docks and search the hanger for two slavers known as Cyrus and Tabor. They are to be arrested and any slaves in their possession to be seized and brought back to the Brig”

 

While McNally and the local garrison sprang into action in hanger 17, Terra and the others had been halted and told to kneel outside a small freighter. The chain that had connected all the slaves together by their steel collars was removed. One at a time Tabor took the slaves starting with the girl who had been first in the line onto the ship. As she was removed from the line of kneeling slaves, each girl had her hood removed before being taken up the ramp. Inside she would be placed in a cryo-sleep tube for her trip to the market pens. It wasn’t a long journey to Sutter’s World and cryo-sleep chambers were rarely used anymore. But the slavers had discovered that sedated slaves are much easier to transport as there is no chance that they will cause problems and will require neither food nor water during the trip. The downside which Cyrus had always complained about was they could not be taken from their cells and enjoyed along the way.

Inside the ship the slave would be released from her cuffs and ordered to lay on her back on a long sliding flat metal plate. Once on the plate she would be secured to it by means of metal clips placed over her wrists, ankles, waist, and neck which locked her in place when inserted into slots designed for them on the plate. The original system did not use these restraints, but the slaving industry had decided that taking the extra precaution of securing their merchandise inside the tube would be prudent to ensure that the occupant remained secure and restrained if something happened to cause the revival system to activate prematurely.  The chamber would be flooded with oxygen waking the occupant. If left unrestrained they might cause damage to themselves or the chamber, which was not acceptable.

Finally, it was Terra’s turn to be taken on the ship. She was blinded by the lights of the hanger and slightly disoriented when the hood was unfastened and pulled over her head. The wadding of the gag was not removed right away as Tabor squatted down in front of her.

“You are a problem.” He told her. “That idiot had to go and stun you by accident. We had enough problems to begin with. We were behind schedule to deliver a consignment of ten slaves to the market for resale. As you heard, we were one slave short of the consigned amount. I might have been able to smooth that over with the man we work for, but not if I had to explain that we were short and were late because we stop a Union officer. “He paused while shaking his head in frustration. Looking back into the eyes of the helpless woman. “So it was either slit your throat and dump you down the same garbage chute that we did your uniform or use you to make up for the shortage.

“I know that you have been looking about while I am talking to you and considering your options.” The slaver continued, “Trust me, you have none. We both know that you are trained in hand-to-hand fighting. And without your hands locked securely behind you in slave cuffs, you might even be able to subdue one or both of us to attempt an escape.” Terra had to admit that very thing had been racing through her mind. Then her eyes went wide, and a muted cry of outrage came from her as the slaver with one hand pinched one of her nipples hard while his other hand slid up her inner thigh. “But a girl would not get very far as she is naked. Not only that but she has a slave collar identifying her as Property of the Sutters Slave House, slave #9876309. A collar that once on can only be remove at slave house. So anyone that she would run to for help would only see an escaping slave and she would be quickly restrained and return.”

Terra hated to admit it but this man had a point with that. She would be seen as a slave. Not only that she would likely have something shoved in her mouth to gag her if she failed to stop tell the lie as they would likely see it, that she was a Union Officer that had been abducted. That the collar locked on her could only be opened at the slave house was something she hadn’t known. It could have been a lie to keep her in line. But it also made sense that the means to remove a collar was not with the transporting slavers. It also stood to reason that the collar contained a tracking system even if she did get away from them. They would know exactly where to find her. Then she would be on a very short leash and punished for her disobedience.

“Now I am going to remove the gag, and you will be a good slave girl. Then we are going to walk up that ramp and into the hold where you will obey my instructions as you get ready to take your nap.” She nodded her understanding and acceptance of what she was told. Breathing in deeply as the wadding of the gag was pulled from her mouth. “Good slave, I rather do this the easy wat than to have to fight and carry you into the ship or have to drug and carry you. I am sure that by now your friend back there has figured out what happened to you. Come girl.” Taking her by the arm and lifting her to her feet as she is taken aboard.

In the cargo hold of the ship she had not fought with the slaver and had obeyed his instructions. Terra was very unsure and scared at what was going to happen to her. Would she get out of this or was this to be her new life from now on as she climbed upon the metal table and laid back. As the last of the metal clips locked her in place.

“When you wake slave girl, you will be in the receiving pens of the Sutter Slave house. They will discover that you do not fit the information on the paperwork for slave 9786309. When that happens, there is a slim chance for you. They may ask who you are and might believe your story. But who knows if they will release you from the collar, or update the file before sending you to the block.”

With that the table slid into the tube and the air took on a strange, pleasant scent. Terra’s eyes were heavy as the tube was lifted and placed in a shipping rack with nine other tubes just like hers. She was deep asleep when the slaver left the hold and the ship prepared for lift off.

 

 

Terra Stone: Mistaken Identity Chapter 1

 

Chapter 1

 

            The layout of the Port Brig on Romata III resembled the jails, brigs, and holding facilities on just about every other remote world throughout the known star systems. The walls were lined with cabinets holding an array of restraints for securing prisoners. While other cabinets had been converted into racks for weapons storage. To one side of the room were three holding cells with workstations that were placed so the staff could keep a visual on those locked inside.

 

          At the moment, two of the cells were being used to hold female slaves pending being transported to a contracted slave house to await their turn on the auction block. At one of workstations sat the shift supervisor for the current watch. He was rubbing his temples as he was about to explain for the third or fourth time to the two men standing on the other side of the desk that one of the female slaves who was listed on their shipping manifest was not available to be turned over to them.

          “As you can clearly read in these transfer orders, Constable. This order says that I am to pick up ten slaves for transport by freighter to the slave market on Sutters’s world.” Pointing to the nine naked females in the first cell, all had already been restrained with their wrists locked in steel cuffs behind their backs and shipping slave collars locked about their throats. “I have nine of the slaves on my shipping list. I need slave 9876309 to complete my list. And I can not leave without her or my boss will have a fit!”

          “And as I told you before.” Glared the Constable at the slaver. “The female who was assigned number 9876309 has had her case placed under review. She has had a shipping hold placed on her and so you only get the other nine slaves. And that is it!”

          Before the slaver could protest further the hatch to the outside opened and a slender well built female Union agent pushed a prisoner through. Before the hatch had closed her crystal eyes had scanned the room taking note of everything of importance. Shoving the scruffy and dirty small man she had in custody before the desk of the Constable as she shot the slaver and his partner an icy glare. Her name was Terra Stone, and she was an agent for the Unions Sector 5 branch which dealt with intelligence and investigation. Her prisoner was a hacker that had broken into the navigation and approach system for the space port. His plan had been to sell approach clearance codes to smugglers so they could land without questions. Sector 5 had learned of the plan and Terra had been assigned to bring him in. She had caught one of the weaselly-looking slavers looking at her with an appraising eye and shot him with an deadly glare.

          “What can I do for you, Agent?” asked the Constable who was happy to have an excuse to ignore the slavers.

          “I need to lock up this hacker. He’s the one that broke into the Nav and Approach system.” She said stated as a matter of fact. “Your people will be here in a couple hours to pick him up for interrogation.”

          “They have been wanting to get a hold of him for a while. Come with me, Agent Stone.” Smiling as he was finally going to be rid of dealing with the persistent slavers whining. Turning to them, “Be gone with I get back as the matter is closed. If you are still here, I will keep all the slaves and lock you up as well for annoying me, clear.”

          The slavers both nodded as the Constable and the Agent departed with their prisoner through the hatch that led down to the cages and pens of the brig. The lead slaver called Cyrus could not help but watch and marvel at the sway of the woman’s ass in the form fitting uniform trousers she wore as she escorted her prisoner from the area.

          “Get your mind back on the job, Cy!” his partner snarled hitting him in the chest. “We are behind schedule with this shipment and already in trouble. Stop making it worse by provoking the locals.”

          “You need to learn how to relax, Tabor.” Cyrus laughed as he walked over to a weapons rack, taking out a stun stick. “I always wonder how effective one of these are”

          “Put that thing away before one of them comes back. Now get over here and help me so we can get down to the hanger with these slaves. Nine is better than none and that Constable will not think twice about taking them away from us after you annoyed him.”

          “What do you think…” Terra demanded as she walked back through the hatch alone but never finished Cyrus spun around started and fired a stun blast from the weapon into her abdomen causing her to crumple to the floor unconscious.

          “Oh Great! Now we are really screwed Cyrus. Were a slave short and you just stunned a Union agent!” pointing to the unconscious agent on the floor.

          “See there you go again, Tabor.” Placing the weapon back in the rack where it had been then walking over to squat down by the woman on the floor, rolling her on her back and examining her face. “You see problems. I see solutions. Two problems solved. This beauty fits the descript of the slave we aren’t getting and she can take her place as number 10.”

          “Are you crazy. We can’t add her to the shipping chain.” But Cyrus was already in the process of removing the sleeping Terra’s uniform from her. Soon as she was completely naked, she was rolled to her belly and her hands locked in steel cuffs like the slaves in the cell. “I can’t believe that we are doing this.” Joining Cyrus beside Terra as she moaned and begun to stir. Taking the last of the ten shipping collars they had brought with them, he locked it about Terra’s throat. Now any that saw her and didn’t know better would only see her as another slave.

          Tabor snatched up her uniform and pistol belt. The weapon and belt were added to the weapons locker as if they belonged there. Her clothing was dumped down a garbage chute hopefully not to be discovered until they were light years away from here. As if reading each other’s minds Cyrus took out an isolation hood slipping it over the top of Terra’s head, inserting the wadding of the gag into her mouth. At the same time Tabor had entered the cell with the other slaves, placing them in isolation hoods as well.

          Moaning into the gag in her mouth, a still groggy Terra was lifted to her feet and placed at the end of the neck coffle of slaves. She almost fell when the chain connecting her collar to the girl in front of her went tight pulling her forward with them. The effects of the blast were wearing off more quickly now as she found herself naked and chained in a slave hood. How did this happen still foggy. The slaver froze with their line of lovely slaves when the hatch opened before them as a tall Marine entered the receiving area. His uniform boor the rank insignia of a Master Gunner. His name was Raphael “Rafe” McNally. The Master Gunner slowly appraised the two slavers and their chain of slave girls. He did note that the slave at the end of the chain seemed to be very agitated. But whatever she was trying to say was lost in the gag and hood fastened over her head.

          “Where are you going with these slaves?” McNally demanded of the two men, Holding out his hand for their papers.

          “These are slaves to be transported to the markets on Sutter’s World to be sold.” Cyrus turned over the slave papers to the Marine. He had considered lying about where they were taking the slaves, being that one of them was a Union Agent. But the papers clearly stated where they were to go for sale. There was a chance that he didn’t know the last girl and was here for some other reason.

          McNally took the papers, reading them over then moving to the first slave in line. He checked her collar number against the number on the invoice. Moving down the line checking the number of each slave till he got to the last in line. When he got to the last slave, Rafe noticed that she seemed to know his voice and was trying to tell him something. But her number matched invoice so he returned the papers to the slaver and motioned him out the door.

When the hatch had closed, he moved to one of the workstations and scanned over the paperwork. Looking up and glancing about, Terra Stone should have been here by now. So there was nothing to do but wait.