Silhouette Sunday

Part 1

“Whores”

“What are you?”

“Whores”

“What are you?”

“WHORES”

I screamed out the word with all the other women. Kneeling on the hard concrete ground shoulder to shoulder, all of our eyes were fixed on the priest in front of us. For the past hour the old priest has been lecturing us on a woman’s role in the Church of Shadow, and as a relative newcomer to the church, I was lapping up very word.

“Bow and lay yourself out like the whore you are. Remember your body of sin and lay down in the dirt where you belong. LAY DOWN IN THE DIRT WHERE YOU BELONG!”

At the thundering words from the old priest, all the women threw themselves to the ground. Face down on the ground; I lay there on the floor as I heard the footsteps of the priest walking out of the room. Only after hearing the door closed did I dared moved.

One by one, all of us women slowly got up from the ground. We kept an eye on the door where the priest exited. Occasionally, the priest in charge of the sermon would re-enter the room to continue the sermon. If that happen, all the women would throw themselves to the ground immediately as the priest continue the sermon. After 9 years, even I knew that a woman should never stand in the holy presence of a priest of Shadow. Of course after kneeling for an hour, we couldn’t be quick even if we wanted to.

Like most Church of Shadow, our local church was spilt in 2. Men and women had their own chambers and priests delivered different sermons to their flock. Once through the door, men and women would separate in the lobby. Men would then enter through another set of doors into the main chamber, whereas the women would go down a flight of stairs into the basement chamber where their sermons would be held. Slowly, we made out way back up the stairs.

Once in the lobby, I saw that the men were missing. As usual, the men’s sermons were longer than the women and I waited patiently with all the other women. After the first few times this happened, I asked Roy why the men were always late. His reply was that after the sermon, the men would usually loiter around inside the chamber having small talk and enjoying the refreshments made available that day. I was pissed at this at first, but after a couple of months, this became something that I had come to accept. Silhouette is a man’s world and if you wanted to live here, you had to accept things like this.

All the women moved restlessly around the lobby. The area was almost completely silent with only the low rustling of cloth breaking the pristine silence. For women on Silhouette talking in public was allowed but speaking in any holy place was ‘discouraged’. The fact that we were in the lobby of a church we were attending was a further deterrence to all of us. As none of the other women will talk, I too kept quiet, waiting silently for my man like a good little woman. No one wanted to risk their heaven.

It is at times like this that I miss Earth. At least on Earth, I could pass the time looking around checking on the other women’s cloths. On Silhouette, the sumptuary laws make that a total waste of time. The laws of the planet stated that women must be covered from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, with only the upper face and the hands allowed free. As the Church of Shadow control most things on the planet, and its teaching involved a lot about how women are sinful creatures who must constantly do and think pure thoughts, women on the planet had adopted the nun habit and veil as the clothing of choice. You can almost call it the planet’s uniform for women as over 95% of the women on the planet wear them.

The only exceptions I could think of are off-planet tourists and women who were born off-planet and were relocated to Silhouette for work, or in my case, following her husband though his work. Like those women, I used to go out of the house dressing normally with only a shawl or scarf over my head and one hand on an umbrella. However we often got strange looks from the locals and foreigners like me stayed within the ‘Live Zone’ where almost no locals lived.

During my first year on the planet, Roy found a house that was both cheap and beautiful. I loved it. However it was located in a normal Silhouette neighbourhood and after we moved out of the ‘Live Zone’, I knew that I had to don the habit and veil to fit in (and to avoid the uncomfortable stares). However, the uncomfortable stares did not stop. Women in the neighborhood for safety, and in a further act of devotion to the church, covered the lower part of their face with a veil. As the only unveiled women in the neighborhood, I quickly saw that the uncomfortable stares were more intense than ever. Having a conversation with anyone in the neighborhood was impossible as the men were too embarrassed, while the women were too angry at me. It didn’t help that in Silhouette, only men carry umbrellas. Donning the veil was Roy’s suggestion and I was grateful of that. I was too proud to choose to veil myself, but it was a decision I knew I had to make if I intended to speak to anyone outside the house. I just needed a push, and Roy knowingly provided that. Thinking back to those early days, I couldn’t help but smiled.

It wasn’t long after that the men came out of their chamber. When I first landed on the planet, I often wondered how men knew where their women were. For what I saw, all the women were wearing a habit that brushed the floor, with a nun's veil that covered the top of the head flowing down around and over the shoulders. The face-veil further eroded any chance of recognition they have. The answer was amazingly simple.

All you need to do was to look carefully at the height of the woman, as well as her way of walking. After a few weeks, you could recognize people even without looking at their face. The only problem was if the woman in question was a distance away. Another way of recognizing woman was through their family crest. Each household on Silhouette has what they call a family crest. Styled after an ancient practice on Earth, the family crest was a symbol of the family and men and women wore them on their everyday clothing. For women, the crest was usually placed at the face-veil that covered their mouth. Having no idea what a family crest was, I first thought the symbols were just decorations. Only later did I understand how important it was to the people of the planet. That was just on the outside; on the insides of the women were the neurons.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw Roy approaching. I swept one foot behind the other and use my hands to hold the skirt of the habit out from my body. As Roy reached me, I bended my knees and bowed my head. The curtsy was the formal greeting between men and women, and it was something I enjoyed. I had only seemed a curtsy in period movies before I came to Silhouette and it was something new and unique to me. It was also more difficult to get right than it seems. The curtsy on Silhouette required the women to tilt her head slightly to the side (to give off a shy look), and to have her eyes at the waist of the man. When I first did it, I was told my curtsy had a long list of problems, everything from not bending my legs properly to tilting my head too much. It took me months of practice in orientation class before I got it right. When the instructor finally told me it was okay, I felt like jumping for joy.

Right now however, I gave the prefect curtsy and held the position. Roy’s hand was perfectly in place at the side of his waist. “Stand” The order came and with permission given, I stood. I lowered my hands and slowly stood up. I kept my eyes down, looking at his waist as Roy attached a leash to me. The neck and shoulders of a woman is covered by a piece of garment called the wimple. On Silhouette, the wimple has a hook right where the Adam’s apple should be. The people of Silhouette called this hook the Eve’s apple. After attaching a leash, Roy led me to the door of the church where we partake in the holy water of the planet. A drink of the church, everyone who enter a church of Shadow are required to drink a glass of holy water before they are allowed to enter or exited the church. Not a problem for men, but for a woman like myself, I have to drink it through the face-veil. With the family crest on the veil itself, this drink was even more symbolic for women than it was for men.

Before exiting the church, I put the second face-veil over my face. Our habit came with 2 face-veils that were hung loose by the side of the veil that covered our head. A woman usually unattached the outer one when they were indoors. The outer face-veil was waterproof and as we exited the church, we were immediately pelted with rain. As much as I loved the people and way of life here, I must say that the weather of Planet Silhouette was every bit as dreadful as rumored. It rained 3 days out of 4 and when it was not raining, dark clouds filled the sky. They say there hasn’t been a sunny day on the planet for years; Silhouette years, which is about 3 times longer than 1 Earth year. The fact that the rainwater was mildly poisonous to a woman’s Y-chromosome made me glad that my waterproof face-veil was on. Although it wasn’t poisonous to the touch, any woman who drinks the rainwater on Silhouette would likely to be ill for the next 4-5 days.

Roy quickly opened an umbrella that sheltered him from the rain. As a woman however I was left following him in the rain. When I first came on planet, I thought this was cruel and unfair. However my perception of men being safe from the rain, while women were left soaking was wrong. Even though I was walking in the rain, I was perhaps drier than Roy. The only concession I had to make was to keep my head down as my eyes were uncovered. I wasn’t even cold as the habit was thick and it helped kept out the cold weather. In fact, every part of my outfit was waterproof and the only part of me that was wet was my feet as Roy liked the idea of me walking barefooted in the streets. If anything, Roy was the one whose suffering from the weather as all he had was a short-sleeve T-shirt with jeans. His attire may be more comfortable than the habit but it wasn’t as practical on Silhouette. 

As I saw my husband walking with my leash in his hand, I thought of our time together and how things had certainly changed since we first met. I find I don’t really mind being led on a leash, because it felt right. Even if I was unhappy about it, I wouldn’t voice my unhappiness. That Starfleet officer was right; it’s something in the air.

About 10 years ago…

The room was grey and the interview was more sombre than I had envisioned. The Starfleet officer sitting in front of me was Miss Amanda Johnson. An officer from the Foreign Office, she had been trying to make me change my mind on going to Silhouette. She’s not having much luck and her frustration was beginning to show.

"You've never been on Silhouette before, Miss Turner," she said, her voice crackling. "If you did, you will run for the hills, much less insisting on going there."

I rubbed my forehead; the frustration was getting to me as well. I took a breath and tried to calm myself. I put on a smile and hoped I looked more relaxed than I felt. "I’m no fool officer. I love my husband, I’ve been away from him for 3 years and enough is enough. I know what I’m getting into.”

“No you do not.” Give her credit; Officer Johnson was nothing if not persistent. “Do you even know the history of Silhouette?”

“Actually I do,” I saw that my smile was infuriating her. I smiled wider. “A convey of colonists whose ships suffered a malfunction crashed onto a then unknown planet. The survivors called the planet Silhouette.” 

“Those colonists were Christian zealots.” Officer Johnson took over the story. “Not the popular smile and sing for peace Christians, or even old-school Western Christianity; we are talking about ancient fire and brimstone Christianity here. When those zealots crashed onto the planet, they saw the dark sky and red soil of the planet and truly believed they landed in hell.”

“Calling them zealots…”

“It’s actually right!” Officer Johnson thundered. “When they managed to contact us again, almost 95 years had past. When Starfleet found out there were survivors, we rushed there but the people didn’t want to leave. That had already built a city and achieved some sort of understanding with the wildlife there. Their way of live evolves around their religion that has changed beyond anything seemed in the Federation. Hell, they even named the planet Silhouette in honour of their new sect, The Church of Shadow.”

“You haven’t told me anything I don’t already know Officer Johnson.”

“Listen to me! They are allowed a chance to build a society from the ground up without any inference! They did not have Starfleet to keep them in check, they did not have to considered how their actions will be view by the rest of the human race, they did everything their way.” Officer Johnson sat up straighter, “And their way view women as whores, as sinful, as creatures who are not even humans!”

I tried to maintain my smile, but could feel it slipping. "You are being a little overdramatic Officer"

“No I am not,” Officer Johnson said it with so much authority that for a moment I seriously wondered if she was right, that I was truly making a mistake. “Forget women’s rights, women on Silhouette don’t even have human rights! From the age of 15, all women on Silhouette are subjected to neurons injections. Once the neurons are in, the women are completely under the control of their Viewer.”

“Neurons injections are hardly illegal Officer Johnson. We use it in our prisons for…”

“My point is that they are more than that Miss Turner,” Officer Johnson then went on a speech that sounded rehearsed. “Here in civilization, when we placed the neurons inside a prisoner, the Viewer in charge of the prisoner can monitor the prisoner remotely. He can even send a one-word message straight to the prisoner to give instructions. In Silhouette, it is more than that.” The officer stopped for a moment. When she saw that I refused to be baited, she continued. “Somehow the men there discovered a way to expand on the neurons. They can literally control the brain of their woman. We’re not sure how they do it but they are can send messages that affect the brains of their women. Pain, pleasure, any basic emotion; can all be ‘manufactured’ by these new neutrons they developed. It’s a way of mind control.”

“I have no wish to join the church Officer Johnson.”

“It doesn’t matter.” This surprised me. “I have seemed hard-nosed female drill-sergeants entering that planet and come out as doormats. There’s something in the air there Miss Turner, and whether you want to or not; you enter Silhouette, you will be changed.”

Part 2

Roy led me along the pony track as we made our way to the clubhouse. The clubhouse was situated near the church and Roy told me before that this wasn’t by accident. It was designed from the start that after Sunday service, men could easily bring their women for their weekly exercise. The pony track started at the clubhouse and weaved its way through several neighbourhoods before coming back to the clubhouse.

There were actually 3 other clubhouses along the route. These clubhouses served the other neighbourhoods that also used the same track, so it wasn’t a surprise when I heard a cart coming behind us. I wanted to look but not having permission from Roy, I kept my eyes to the ground. However, Roy knew me well and the order came in my head. “Look”

I looked behind and stared the passing cart. The woman was in a full bodysuit, with knee high boots and a head harness. In keeping in the style of Silhouette, the lower half of her face was covered with a mask. The top half of the harness totally covered the head with only a hole at the top for the woman’s red hair to come out from. Two large buckles near the ears served as the anchors for the reins. It was quite a sight seeing a redhead with her hair flowing behind her, pulling her master in a pony-cart. I must say I was a little jealous at her beautiful form.

Galloping at a high speed, they were soon upon us. Only at this point did I look at the man driving the cart. The man was in a full-length coat with one hand holding the reins while the other hand was holding a whip. The man must be a lover of the Victorian times; he was even wearing a bowler hat! The man saw us looking and tipped his hat as he went past. Roy nodded his head in polite greeting while I respectfully looked at the ground in reply.

I looked back up after they had past us. The man was driving a hard pace and I must have been staring at them for a while because Roy tugged on the leash. Immediately embarrassed at my envy, I looked at the ground again. Envy is a sin, and I had just committed it. It would be in my confession later tonight and Roy would decide on my appropriate punishment.

The clubhouse was just a small hut where the drivers can sign in with their DNA signature. Naturally, this means the men. There are several designs of the pony attire for the drivers to choose and as I had expected, Roy picked his favourite. Taking the attire, he led me to the changing room nearby. The leash was unhooked, the attire was given to me and I stepped into the room.

I took off my habit in a hurry. Wearing the habit everyday made this a simple task, but wearing Roy’s favourite pony-girl attire was something else. I started with the corset. It looked like a round metal tube at first, but I stuttered at the sight of it. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the harmless looking round metal tube and lifted it to waist level. Making sure the area for my breast was in the front, I pressed the button to activate the corset. The corset started to shrink in size. Soon it was hugging my body, and then it got smaller. It shrank to the programmed 20-inch waist Roy wanted. I took some time to get used to the corset, cursing the wonders of technology.

When people buy cloths nowadays, they buy one that is about their size. With a press of a discreet button somehow on the cloths, the cloths would shrink to fit the wearer. They call this “liquid clothing technology” but I prefer to call it “liquid torture technology” because on Silhouette they took things a step further. Roy had informed the crew at the clubhouse about the size he wanted and they had programmed it into the corset. The corset is designed to get to the designated size without consideration to the comfort of the wearer. So now my 22-inch waist was in a 20-inch corset, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

With no choice in the matter, I put on the rest of my pony-girl outfit. The hot-pants were cut scandalously short, the boots were knee-high, and the collar was heavy with a ring in front to act as my Eve’s apple. The last part of the outfit was my head harness. It was actually more like a soft helmet than a harness. Putting it over my head, a strap cut across my forehead. Using that as a base, a big strip of leather goes across the top of my head to another strap that cut across the back of my skull. 3 big pink feathers rise out from the big strip of leather. I arranged it so that the feathers would be place directly on top of my head. When it was in place, I pulled the lower mask across my face and strapped it on.

I looked at the mirror to check myself out. The harness covered my lower face, my corset covered my body from my breast to my waist, and my hot-pants barely covered my buttocks. That was all that was covered and to say that I was showing a lot of skin was an understatement. The Church of Shadow only recognises 2 roles for women, the Maiden and the Whore. As a Maiden, women wore the nun habit as a shown of purity, chastity and obedience. As a Whore, there was clothing like this pony-girl outfit.

As I stood looking into the mirror, I couldn’t help but wondered who this woman in the mirror was. When I first met Roy, I was the chief finance officer of an inter-stellar company while he was a space shuttle technician. I was traveling to Mars and he was the technician on the shuttle. A low cost shuttle, space was tight and we met. It was just a bad match. I was 1.9m tall with blond hair and bright green eyes whereas Roy top at 1.65m and was kind of plumb. I even briefly flirted with the idea of being a model during my teenage years. Now I was a faceless woman who is led through the street by a leash and who will soon be pulling her man on a cart like an animal. How did I end up like this? A wave of self-pity came over and tears came to my eyes. “Hurry” The order came in my head as I remembered that Roy was still waiting for me. My husband, lord and master was waiting while I was asking myself stupid questions. I can’t believe what a stupid bitch whore I was.

I quickly folded my habit neatly and came out of the changing room. For once I was glad of Roy’s orders that I was to be always barefoot; wearing boots would have cost me even more time. I kept my eyes down on the ground and offered my habit to R…my lord and master. I could almost feel the questioning look on my master’s face and I resolved to be even more obedient than usual. The leash was hooked on my Eve’s apple and my master led me back to the clubhouse.

After checking in my habit at the clubhouse, he led me to our cart. As I was the only one pulling, Roy only rented a small one. It was a 2-wheel cart with 2 long poles extending in front of it, and a seat with a foldable cover to keep out the rain. It was supposed to be ‘inspired’ by the rickshaws of old colonial days, but I had never saw a real rickshaw before so I can’t make any comparison. I stood between the 2 poles and kneeled. Roy hooked me into the cart as various chains were connected between my corset and the poles. These hooked me to the poles and made it easier for me to pull the cart. Roy then hooked another leash to my Eve’s apple. Roy took the 2 leash and went to sit on the cart. It wasn’t necessary as the track is one-way but Roy, like most men, enjoyed the illusion of control the leash gave him.   

“Up” I stood up as the order came into my head. “Trod” I went into a slow trod as my warm-up began. After about 200 meters, a new order came. “Jog” I quicken my steps as my trod became a jog. After about 400-600 meters, the order I was waiting for came. “Run”

I put my back into it and launched into a run. As the track was 3 kilometers, I tried to pace myself but it was hard. Like most women in Silhouette, my place was at home. In the house from Monday to Saturday, my time was filled with either housework or prayers. I was only allowed outside the house once a week for the weekly grocery shopping, and even then the time was limited. As such, I found that I looked forward to this weekly run. From my talks with other women during our grocery trips, most of my neighbours felt the same. With cars flying over our head and the wind and rain pouring onto our faces and hair, this was the only time we were free from the shackles of the habit and it was a great feeling.

“Slow” The order came as Roy obviously thought I was going too fast. I slowed only a little. I still wanted to run. It was a mistake.

“Pain” I heard the order in my mind, but this time the order wasn’t for me. It was for my brain. As the order came, my brain responded by sending a shock racing through my body. My steps faltered as my body came on fire. In Silhouette, orders come only once. If the whore does not obey, then punishments must be swift. “Stop” As the order came, the pain subsided. I was grateful it only lasted a few seconds, I had heard of some men punishing their whores by making the pain lasted for hours. The longest I ever had was about 40 minutes and even then, I couldn’t move for hours afterwards.

“Jog” I went back into a jog as shame rushed over me. Here I was resolving to be more obedient than usual and I went and screw it up less than 20 minutes later. Without question, I was a stupid whore who deserved to be punished. The rest of the run went without incident. Run, jog, trod, run; I obeyed Roy’s orders without question as we made our way around the track.

As we came back to the clubhouse, Roy signed back in and I changed back to my habit. Then we went back home and my day returned to normal.

Part 3

Our house was located about 15 mins from the clubhouse. Like most houses on Silhouette, we have a prayer room inside it. That’s where I am now. On my knees with my head locked to the ground and my ass high in the air.

This is how I usually spend my evenings. From Monday to Saturday, I spend the mornings and afternoons tending to the house, looking after the 2 children and prepareing for the arrival of Roy in the evening. After eating the dinner, I would wash up the dishes and then Roy would locked me in the prayer room for my daily prayers. As I kneeled there, Roy would take over the duties of looking after the kids in the evenings. The kids look forward to this as they get to spend time with their dad and can do stuff like watch television and use the Galactic Internet. As I’m not allowed to use or even watch the television, the internet, and even the news screens; the kids spent their time with me reading books, cleaning the house or taking afternoon naps. Not actually the things kids aged 8 and 6 liked to do for leisure.

While the kids were enjoying their evening with their father, I am in the prayer room paving my way to heaven. I had exchanged my habit for more relaxed attire. A neat lace headdress covered my hair, and a loose transparent face-veil was covering the lower part of my face. I wore a loose long-sleeve blouse and a pair of loose comfortable pants. I had also exchange the wimple of the habit for a loose collar.

My Eve’s apple was hooked to the ground with my bowed head facing a hologram picture of Precious Alamgir, the Chirst Reborn. It was unthinkable that a woman, a whore, a creature of sin, like myself be allowed to lift my eyes to a picture of the great man, so Roy locked me in tight to the ground. Idle hands do the devil’s work, so my hands are also locked behind me. In my hands was a rosemary and I passed the time by reciting my prayers. In front of a picture of the First Father of the Church of Shadow, I could only hoped that will be enough to save my soul from damnation.

When I got to my 265th prayer, I heard the door being unlocked. A few small footsteps later, a small hand unlocked me from the ground and I heard the commands. “Father want you whore.”

As the leash was attached to my Eve’s apple, I asked my 6 year old son, “May I may stand sir and walked out of the room.”

“Father did not say, so that means no,” Roy Jr. tugged on my leash. “Come on whore.”

“I hear and obey sir,” I shuffled on my knees, following my son out of the prayer room. I was careful to keep my head lower than the height of Roy Jr. For some reason I had less problems thinking of Roy Jr. as my master than I did for Roy. I guessed this was due to the fact that I never knew Roy Jr. as anything other than my master.

When Roy and I got married, I was earning more as I had a better paying job. I even ‘asked’ Roy to sign a pre-nup before our wedding. After the marriage, he wasn’t really a househusband but he no longer took any job that required long distance travel. He found a job as a port technician, repairing space shuttle that were in between trips. It paid a lot less but with my high-paying job, we didn’t really need the money. The job was to keep Roy busy more than anything else.

All that changed when the economy collapsed. The stock markets of the United Federation of Planets (UFP) had been going upwards for years. As they say, the higher you go, the heavier the fall. The bubble burst and the economy went into another depression. Even though we were doing well, the company I worked for had no chance to survive the bloodbath. Thousands, maybe even tens of thousands, of companies in the UFP were faced with bankruptcies in the aftermath of the stock market crash of 2857 and we were not big or strong enough to survive. Suddenly I was out of a job and as credit tighten; we had problems paying off the mortgages on our house.

There was a severe shortage of jobs for an out-of-work chief finance officer, and Roy’s job became more important to us. As it doesn’t pay much, Roy began sourcing for another job. He found one from a small planet millions of miles from Earth. Nestled on the outskirts of the charted galaxy, Silhouette was an anomaly. It was one of the few planets humans had colonized that was still free of pollution, mostly due to the religious doctrines of the people. More importantly for us, they were willing to double his pay.

Roy said yes and then he was away. For 3 years we were separated before I finally had enough of sitting on Earth waiting for the economy to turn. That was about 10 years ago.

“The whore is here father.” Roy Jr. announced. As I stopped behind my son, I could fell my leash being handed over to Roy. A tug on my leash and I shuffled over to Roy. Roy told me before that he loved the sight of me on my knees with my head to the ground. I was moving my head to the floor to please him when the order came in my head “Look”.

I lifted my head as ordered but kept my eyes downward as required. A hand came under my chin and I gently let the hand lift my head up. I saw Roy sitting there with a smile on his head. A movement at the side caused me to glance over to my daughter, Rachel. She was dressed similar to me but without the face-veil. As she was unmarried, an indoor face-veil was a privilege she had yet to earned.

“I hope you have enjoyed your run today.”

“I have my lord. Thank you for allowing me this joy.”

“I am glad. Do you have any sins to confess today whore?”

“Yes my lord.”

“Tell me.”

I started with the usual. “My sins start with my birth because women are whores, creatures of sin. Women are weak with less ability in both mind and body, and my sins are that I required a man to guide me to my path to salvation.” Once those were out of the way came my failings for the today. “My sins are also for remembering of my times on Earth before I reached the holy planet and received the holy teachings. Today I committed the sin of envy. My envy is to the beauty of the redhead pony-girl that captured my eye today at the track. I thought of obeying you my master in all things but I was unable to hold on to my own promise for more than a few minutes once I started my run.”

“You know the sins you have committed today whore?”

“Yes my lord.”

“Tell me.”

“The sin of envy, the sin of remembrance and the sin of disobedience.”

“That plus you sin of being a whore makes it impossible for me not to punish you today.”

“I beg my lord to guide me on my path to salvation. Punish me so that even a whore like myself may one day be saved from damnation.” I can feel tears coming to my eyes as I said this. Part fear, part relief, part acceptance; this was my life on Silhouette. Outside the peace of my prayers; the boredom of housework; my days were also filled with the pain of my punishments.

Gently Roy lowered the veil on my face with one hand, this was the only time when my children saw me without a face-veil, with his other hand Roy showed my holy bit to me. Shaped like a man’s penis, Roy put it in front of my mouth. “Take this bit while you suffer whore. Remember your sins and repent.”

I opened my mouth and took the bit into my mouth like I would a man’s penis. “Kiss the ground whore.” I threw myself at the ground. Laying there on my belly, I felt my legs being shackled. “I take no pleasure in this but I must as your lord and master do this. Lay there and suffer whore. Repent for your sins.”

And then it begins. The one word that was terror to all women in the Church of Shadow. The thought came into my head, “Pain”.

I whimpered and thrashed but to my avail. My hands and feet were locked useless as fire raged in my body. The neurons in my brain worked their magic as shocks after shocks raced through my body. Then relief came. “Stop” The neurons stopped the moment the order came. I lay there motionless as the pain in my body slowly subsided. I then felt Roy’s feet pressing my head to the ground.

“You have confess your sins whore and have received just punishment. With my ears, I hear your sins. With my command, I gave you punishment. With this foot on your face, I Roy Turner, a lay priest of the Church of Shadow grant your sins forgiven for today. Be grateful whore for tomorrow is a new day and the sins of a whore is forever. Be grateful for your purity however short it last. Amen.”

With a painful breath I whispered. “Amen”

Later…

Roy wasted no time. There was no foreplay, no words spoken, and no commands given. Roy got into bed and just took me. As I had been lying on the bed waiting for my lord and master, this wasn’t that surprising. I opened my legs wide and waited for the order in my head.

“Pleasure” The order came in my head and pleasure flooded my body. Roy entered me without any word and my body’s reaction was immediate. I felt absolute total joy as the neutrons filled my body full of endorphins. Emotions can be ‘manufactured’ by the neutrons but it didn’t matter. Who cares if machines manufactured it when it felt like this?  I didn’t care because as usual it was my best normal orgasm plus 10. Somehow the Church of Shadow has found a way to make the neutrons do this. As a whore, I never knew how but I do not care. The pleasure I felt now made it a fool’s question.

The pleasure I felt now made all the pain, suffering and humiliation worth it. It was behavior modification taken to the extreme. Officer Johnson was right about one thing; it was a method of mind control. The Church made their whores so happy that its no wonder hard-nosed drill-sergeants became doormats. If Officer Johnson were here, she would do anything she was told just to make sure she could have pleasure like this every night. All she had to do was obey. Which was what every women on Silhouette did. We obey and we got to taste heaven like this.

It lasted minutes but to me it was like hours. I cum just as Roy did and as I lay on the bed, I heard Roy’s whisper. “You did well today whore. Be as obedient tomorrow and I shall give you heaven again.”

He turned away to switch off the lights. As my lord and master lay down to sleep, I laid on the bed feeling heaven leaving me and vowing to do anything to have it back. All I have to do…is to obey.

Silhouette Guidance

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been 4 weeks since my last confession.”

“Sinning is natural for a woman for all women are sinners. Tell me woman, how you had sinned?”

“In the past 4 weeks, this woman had felt jealousy towards her sister-slave.”

“Your sister-slave?”

“Yes Father. This woman’s lord and master has 3 slaves which I am but one. This woman is the oldest, the eldest and the most senior of my lord’s slaves.”

“So you are the head slave. What are you jealous of woman?”

“This woman’s lord took in a wife less than a year ago and she is 15 years younger and much prettier than this woman. This woman’s lord pay her more attention and…well, recently she had been blessed by our lord with child.”

“I see. Again woman, what are you jealous of? Is not been blessed with child a joyous thing for your husband?”

“It is Father. This woman knows that and while this woman knows it is unbecoming, this woman is still jealous of the attention the youngest has been receiving.”

“I see. You say you are the oldest, the eldest and the most senior of my lord’s slaves?”

“Yes Father.”

“You do not act that way.”

“I… this woman knows Father.”

“The Church of Shadow teach that women must constantly do and think pure thoughts. Do you know why woman?”

“It is because women are sinful creatures and women must constantly do and think pure thoughts or the society we built, the planet we built would be weaken by women’s fear, sin, and weakness.”

“Woman, you know the teachings but you do not follow them.”

“…This woman do not understand Father.”

“That is understandable. Understanding is the first step to your salvation and know that as a woman, you are but a fool. A fool who is nothing but a slave to your lord and master. A lord may do what he wants with his slave. You are a slave but you forget yourself, thinking your lord need to give you attention when he has a younger and pettier meat at his command. You are a woman so it can’t be helped that in your weakness, you forget your role as slave and thinks that you deserved more than what your master gives you. You have committed the sins of envy, wrath and greed.”

“This woman request enlightenment Father on her sins.”

“What are women?”

“Father, women are sin.”

“What are you?”

“I am a woman Father. I am sin.”

“Like I said earlier, you forgot yourself woman. You thought that your lord should give you attention when you deserved none. Your lord is the only one who can decide the attention you deserve, not you. However you thought yourself above your lord.”

“Never! This woman never thought so Father. I am woman. I am weakness. I am sin. I am wickedness. This woman knows all that and would never think of herself as above my lord.”

“Then why are you jealous of your sister-slave? If you do not think yourself superior to your lord, that you deserve more than what he is giving you, then why are you jealous? You are so greedy for your lord’s attention that you were envious of your youngest sister. You are so angry you are unable to even feel joy that your lord would soon have a child. Greed, envy, and wrath. Woman, you are weak, wicked and sinful!”

“…This woman was weak. Thank you Father. You are right; this woman has no right to be jealous.”

“That is correct! A woman should get her pleasure in knowing she is doing her duty as a woman. In her obedience and suffering, she would receive salvation from her lord and master but you…you instead longed for things you aren’t entitled to. Are these not sins?”

“Yes Father, this woman had sinned.”

“Know this woman, you are like all women. Women are sinners. Every thought that entered your mind is a sin, which is why you should and must leave all you’re thinking to your lord. You must be a mindless slave to your lord and you would be much happier in the end once you accepted that.”

 “This woman understand Father. Thank you Father for your guidance.”

“Do not thank me yet woman. The sinfulness of woman are well-known, and it is no surprise that you are afflicted with the weakness of your gender but you had still dishonoured your lord with your senseless thinking and for that, you deserved punishment.”

“There is no forgiveness, only punishment. Thank you Father for correcting me. Please give this woman her deserved punishment for her sins.”

“It is not for me to punish you woman for your sins were not against me. For your punishment, you will go to your lord tonight, confessed everything and begged for harsh punishments. How often does your lord allow you pleasure?”

“The…yes Father, this woman knows and obey. My lord allow his slaves pleasure at least once a week. More if we do well at home.”

“I see. You will tell him there would be no pleasure for you for at least 2 weeks. Your lord may extend this period as he sees fit. Also your lord must add at least one additional punishment for you…tell him it must be something humiliating.”

“Yes Father.”

“Do you anything else to confess woman?”

“No Father. This woman thank you for your guidance.”

“Then this confession is over. Leave my presence woman.”

“Yes Father.”

I waited till I heard the sound of the woman leaving the confession box before I glanced at my watch. It had been vibrating since the start of the confession but as a rule, I do not take calls during confession, even when the confessor was a simple woman. I hit the "accept" button and the hologram projection sprang up. A man in priestly garb was projected, showing that the message was from the church.

“Father Perry, please be informed that you are required to attend a meeting at City Hall tomorrow afternoon at 3pm. Thank you.”

A male voice spoke the message and the meeting was at City Hall. This meant the meeting was official business. Someone in City Hall wanted to meet me and for the life of me, I had no idea why.

The next day

Holling City was honestly little more than a big town and like most small cities, the city government tried to make up for it in other ways. One of the ways was by trying to build the most impressive city hall on Planet Silhouette.

A beautiful dome building, City Hall was by far the most impressive building in Holling City and most residents were rightly proud of it. In most planets of the Federation, such a grand government building may trigger protests but on Silhouette, most City Halls also served as the local church headquarters and as such, anyone who was unhappy about the matter knew better than to speak out publicly about it. That includes me. 

When our ancestors crashed landed on the planet centuries ago, a group of survivors were from a Christian religious group and led by their tough and steadfast leader, Precious Alamgir, these survivors made a new home on the planet. Not only that, with their religious discipline, they strived on their harsh new planet and eventually managed to remake contact with the Federation just 95 years after the crash.

Now a full member of the Federation, the Church of Shadow was no longer as powerful as they once were but they were still part of the planetary government. Social services like welfare, social security and public education were run by the church and the church also held a lot of moral influence on Silhouette. Everyone knew that without the church, anyone who survived the crash centuries ago would have died long ago.

So if the local church wanted to build a grand building for itself, most people accepted it. Personally I thought the Holling City Hall was way too much but as I entered the building and saw the bright yellow lights coming from the chandeliers, I can’t help but admit it was a beautiful building. Still, I had no intention of staying in such decadence a moment more than I had to.

I approached the reception desk and the male receptionist gave my identity. After a quick check, the man hit a button on his counter and asked me to wait for a minute. After a few seconds, a woman came. Like all women of Silhouette, this woman was properly dressed in accordance to our planet’s sumptuary laws. On Planet Silhouette, this meant the woman was dressed as a typical Christian nun. 

A loose black tunic hid the woman’s body from view while her head was covered by a white coif with a black veil over the top of her head. Her face was hidden by a black veil that covered everything below her eyes with her second face veil hanging over her head. Women only pulled down the second veil when they went out under the rains, and her hands were covered by a pair of black gloves. Even though she was dressed like every other woman on the planet, a woman’s dress could still tell you a lot if you knew where to look.

My practiced eye saw that the woman had a small cross hanging from a black cord around her neck. This told me the woman was under the church’s protection. There was no ring on her finger which meant she was unmarried and the sleeves of her tunic were folded up, showing to the public her gloved hands and arms. This meant she was at work.

A woman working in City Hall under the protection of the Church of Shadow, it would not surprise me at all if this woman was a young female and was an orphan in the care of the state. She was probably assigned here as a work detail while the church selected a husband for her. 

The church ran orphanages throughout Silhouette and when the young girls came of age, the church would take the place of the girl’s father and select a husband for her. On Planet Silhouette, marriage was decided by men. Fathers would select their daughter’s husbands based on the men’s family background. Young men who came from poor families or who some other shortcomings like poor education levels had little to no chance of getting a wife themselves. The church with their many orphanages solved this problem. Young men from poor background could apply to their local church for a wife and the church would select one for them from their orphanages.

However due to the fact that the men selected were usually men who were poor, this meant that their new wives had to work. Thus young girls in the church orphanages were trained to serve their men not only at home and also to work for their husbands. Of course, any work for females on Silhouette were usually of the menial low paying kind and since females cannot own cash or credit of any sort, their pay were directed straight into their husband's back account. Since this young woman was currently under the care of the church, this meant her pay was directed into the accounts of the Church of Shadow. 

A small way for her to repay the church for taking care of her all these years. 

The receptionist told me to follow the girl as she would guide me to the meeting room. Honestly, the guy could have just given me directions but it was typical of the nonsensical menial jobs given to women that I had to follow the girl to a meeting room on the second floor of the building. A quick knock on the door later, the girl opened the door and bowed. I entered without a second glance at the useless girl. 5 men were seated behind a long desk and I recognized all of them. All of them held senior positions in the Church of Shadow. Seeing these men, only one question came to mind.

“What the hell was going on?”

Later in the evening

Planet Silhouette was a dark and depressing place, or so they say. The sky was constantly dark and rain belted down from the clouds most of the year. Most visitors from the Federation preferred sunshine and dry clothes. I preferred the wet rain. It helps me think. Unfortunately, there was no rain today and the sky was a bright red. That didn't help my mood at all.

When I entered the priesthood, my motivation was to gained knowledge. The decision was simple. I would gain knowledge on the religion and guided the flock towards the correct path as was prescripted by the church. However I never saw myself as the missionary type. I guided my flock who were already followers of the Church of Shadow, I never thought of going into the Federation to gain more members for the church. It’s just wasn't me.

However, that was exactly what I was told to do. Due to my good work in the Jalan Eastman Church, the Church of Shadows had assigned me to one of the Deep Space Stations to setup a local church. The church had decided that since Silhouette is now a member of the Federation, we had to spread our teachings throughout it. 

That at least was a decision I understand.

The Federation had looked at the church with a critical eye ever since contact had been made between the survivors of crash and the Federation. It would not surprised me at all if the Federation had wanted to wipe out the Church of Shadows but were prevented only by their Prime Directive. However everyone knew application of the Directive could be "selective" at times so spreading the church throughout the Federation could ensure the survival of the church if the Federation ever changed their minds. However why did it have to be me?

My musing was stopped when I realized that I had reached my house. A small house at the end of a small road, it was provided by the church and suited my merger needs. Men of God should not show wealth. I considered myself old fashion in that way; probably why I dislike the City Hall building so much. Still with doubts on my mind, I opened the door and was greeted by my wife’s raised ass.

On Planet Silhouette, men worked while women stayed at home. A woman’s place was at home where they look after the children, clean the house, and prayed in their free time for their salvation. Outside their weekly church meeting and pony run, they stayed in the house. When their husbands and master came home, the women would greet them at the door. Each home had their own way of greeting, ranging from a simple bow from the women to more complex humiliating positions.  It was really up to the men to decide.

I decided that everyday when I returned home, I would want to be greeted by my wife kneeling on the floor with her head to the ground and ass high up in the air. For an added bonus, she would be facing away from the door with her tunic folded up to her upper body. So now when I entered the door, I saw my wife’s ass facing me for me to do as I please.

Normally I kicked her, a small one. On bad days, I would kick harder but today was different. I was torn between my personal desire to stay on Silhouette and my orders to spread the gospel. I needed clarify. I needed direction. I needed a way to clear my doubts. However I was tense, nervous and I knew I would never cleared them in such a mental condition. I needed to relax.

I took off my belt and as the automatic door closes, I raise the belt over my head and used all my strength to whip it across my wife’s ass. Her scream echoed throughout the house, but a good woman and wife, she stayed obediently in position. I raise the belt again and her scream echoed into the house once more. 3 more times this happened before I felt the tension beginning to leave me.

I walked into the living room and sat in my favourite sofa. A few seconds later, my wife came and knelt beside my sofa. I looked at her. She was dressed in relaxed house attire. Her hair was in a bun that was covered by a blue lace headdress, and a loose transparent face-veil was covering the lower part of her face. A collar around her neck, a long-sleeve blouse and a pair of harem pants made out the rest of her outfit. I could see that she was terrified that I would punish her again but as a good wife, she knew her duty was to be there near her lord and master in case she was needed. 

She was needed as I was still tense.

I pointed at my manhood and she immediately knew what to do. She knee crawl towards me and opened my pants. Pushing down her veil, she got to work doing her duty as a wife and woman. As she began, I felt myself relaxing and enjoying the attentions of my wife and slave. I decided it was time to give her a little reward.

Arousal

A grunt came from my wife as the neutrons in her body slowly filled her up with endorphins. From 15 to 18, my wife had been having neurons injections and part of the Silhouette marriage ceremony involved her father giving me control of her neuron interface.

I mentally command her neutrons to arouse her and my wife shook in response. I raise my belt and crashed it on the back of her. My wife responded with a cry and started to deep-throat me. The belt crashed onto her back again. My wife started to suck my cock faster. Pain mixed with pleasure; I always believed women with their sinful nature responded best if you mixed these two together.  My wife was the perfect example of how right I am.

Within a minute, I shot my load and my wife’s mouth was filled with my seed. Knowing how displeased I would be, she was careful not to spill any. She lifted her head up and showed me her open mouth.

Swallow

She did as commanded and then opened her mouth again to show me her now empty mouth. With my free hand, I gave her a tight slap across the face.

“Cover your face slave,” I commanded. “Do not attempt to temp me to sin.”

Obediently, my wife lowered her head and lifted her veil. As she did the adjustment, I collapsed into the sofa. My tension had left me, and not for the first time, I enjoyed the power that came with being a man in the Church of Shadow. I had total control of my woman, and the best thing was that she would not have it any other way. My control of her interface meant she would do anything I command for the pleasure I could give her. I pity the men of the Federation for…

That was it!

That was my answer! How could I be so selfish? Enjoying myself on Silhouette while men of the Federation suffered under the illusion of equality. I now had the chance to guide these people to the teachings like my flock in the Jalan Eastman Church and I doubted. What kind of a fool am I? This was why I entered the priesthood in the first place! I smiled at my wife and patted her on the head.

“In case you are wondering slave, you did nothing wrong.” I began. “I had a dilemma that I could not solve and needed your body. Your presence helped me in answering the question I had. Thanks.”

My wife looked up at me in surprise. Unlike some men on Silhouette, I don’t believe in the notion that you should never thank women for anything. If my wife did well, rare as it was, I had no problems in thanking her. In rewarding her. 

Pleasure

The neutrons in her body kicked into gear and my wife had to put her hands on the floor to prevent herself from collapsing. On her hands and knees, she looked at the floor and I could hear her heavy breathing, desperately trying to control herself. Less than a minute later, with her control breaking, I heard her plead.

“Please my lord, please allow your slave to cum.”

The first words from her since my return was a plead; begging to be allowed to cum. I could feel my smile getting bigger. Yes, this was what it meant to be a man in the Church of Shadow. The total control of pain and pleasure. 

“You may cum, slave”

She screamed; throwing herself into the pleasure her neutrons was giving her. Her hands gave way and she dropped onto the ground. I was pleased to see that her head was near my feet. I lifted my foot and stepped on her face. My wife’s body wrecked with pleasure as multiple orgasms hit her and her hands was feeling her body in sinful joy. I decided she had enough joy for one night.

Stop

At my command, the neutrons stopped but my wife’s hands did not. She was feeling the aftereffects of her intense orgasms but pleasure time was over. Again I lifted my foot, this time giving her a small kick on the head. My wife had long since been trained that this was a signal for her to get to her knees. She struggled to do so, but as a forgiving master, I decided to overlook her tardiness.

“Did you enjoy yourself slave?” I asked and my wife answered by comically nodding her head. Her nodding was so quick, I half-feared her head would fall off. I can’t help but chuckled at her actions and my wife’s eyes gleamed with joy at my happiness.

“Glad to see that,” I continued. “Now I got a job for you. Start packing. We are going off-planet for a few years.”  

The Abandoned (Part 5)

Igor Cummings

To most people on the planet Eridani, paperwork is boring. To Igor Cummings however, paperwork is wonderful. There’s just something in the orderly matter of paperwork that always relaxes him. To him, the time he spent working as an administer in the Central Administration Authors, or the CAA for short, was less of a job, and more of a luxury.

Yes, most men considered him an odd man, but when you are having fun, caring about what other men say was just a waste of time. As for women…well, if the lower beings had any opinions, they wisely left it to themselves. So to Igor, his job as a clerk in the CCA was near perfect as running a city required tons of paperwork and he often brought his work home.

That was what Igor was doing when he felt a presence in his study. Unlike most homes on Eridani, his came with a study. As usual, he was at his desk working when he looked up and saw his wife laying prostate on the floor. Igor was surprised as Kettle knew better than to bother him when he was working. He hid his surprise with annoyance.

“Yes, what is it?” he asked gruffly.

“Master, this one has something to report.” Still lying with her face to the floor, Kettle replied. “This one has committed a grave error and request punishment.”

Now he was beyond surprised. Igor had always thought Kettle to be an excellent wife, that was why he allowed her to work with the foreign women who crash-landed on Eridani when most men would not even considered it. For her to now admit to a fault made Igor wonder if he had made a terrible mistake.

“Explain,” he said.

“Today, this one had carnal relationship with another woman without the permission of her master.”

“Who?”

“The foreign woman known as Lisa Williams.”

Silence reigned in the room as Igor absorbed the information. Like most men on Eridani, Igor couldn’t care less about the relations between women; they were after all lower beings, lacking both the self-control and intelligence needed to lead. However intimate relation between women who were not related was only allowed when their masters allowed it. Kettle should have known better.

No, Igor was sure she did knew better…so why did she had relations with that foreigner? It made no sense. He needed more information.

“Explain yourself slave”

“Today, this one and the foreigner known as Williams went for an evening walk. We went to the outer hill knows as Color Peaks.”

“I know the place. You were there to see the setting sun?”

“Yes we were. As the sun sets, Williams was enchanted by the sight and commented on how beautiful it was. We stayed till the sun finished setting and then went back to her home. The other two foreigners were not at home and we were alone. When it was time for us to part, Williams kissed me.” Kettle stopped. After realizing Igor was not going to comment on the kiss, she continued.  “I responded to the kiss and with our arms around each other, we went to her bed where we took off our clothes.”

“Wait,” Igor had to stop his wife there. “You had sex with her in her bed? You went on a bed without my permission?”

“Yes master,” Kettle immediately replied. “Another error in need of punishment.”

Indeed! On Eridani, women slept on the floor with only a mat or flat mattress for comfort. Like most men, Igor only allowed his wife onto the bed when he wished to fuck her and he knew of men who don’t even allow that. Any fucking was done on the floor as the bed was considered fit only for men. Another thing that made no sense for Igor; why did Kettle did this?

“Continue”

“After our clothes were off, we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed passionately. We then went into what Williams called the 69 position.”

“69?”

“We were just eating each other like normal…” Kettle hesitated before continuing, “well, normal for me at least. Williams seem a little embarrassed by the situation.”

“Why?” Igor was surprised.

“In the UFP, it seems sex between the same gender is…discouraged. I don’t really understand why but Williams said something about it being illogical and against nature.”

Igor had heard rumors that these foreigners have some strange customs, but it was one think to hear about it and another thing to actually experience it. So outside their strange clothing and rude behavior, the foreign women had bought some strange thinking with them as well. Everyone knows sex between women happens all the time, and to Igor it’s strange to hear that there’s nothing wrong with that. Sex between women was very normal, after all they were all lower beings so how can that be unnatural? As for it being illogical…well, they’re women! Since when did women care about logic? Igor did not understand these women; they acted as if they were men.

Once the thought came to him, Igor immediately understood the danger and the truth of these women. In their minds, they were equal to men! Another strange quirk of their culture, but one that was potentially dangerous. What if they start to infect the proper women of Eridani with the idea they were equalt to men and who knows what other dangerous ideas they had bought with them?

Igor stood up immediately. On most homes on the planet, there was a cane in every room and it was no different in his house. Igor walked to the wall where the cane was hung, took it off the wall and walked to where Kettle laid. He did not bother with words and the thrashing began.

Kettle screamed as the cane struck her. Igor aimed the cane at the ass of the woman and held nothing back. This was punishment and she must remember who the Master was and who was the woman. When Igor came back to himself, he realized that he lost time. He did not know how many times he struck her but Kettle was sobbing and unmoving on the floor.

Igor kicked her lightly with his foot and gave an order, “Kneel and show your ass.”

Kettle was in pain but her training overcame it. Slowly, she rose to her knees, spread them apart but made sure her head was still on the floor. Igor went the back of her and pulled down her pants. Taking out his manhood, he entered her.

She screamed in pain as Igor pounded her from behind. The pain from the beating was still fresh but Kettle did not move away. No woman on Eridani would even think of doing something as terrible as to avoid her master. In her mind, Kettle deserved this pain. She was the one in the wrong, and the only regret she had was that the pain prevented her from moving backwards in rhythm with her master to please him better. Igor released inside her. Backing out, he stood up and ordered his woman to clean him.

Kettle turned and started cleaning. As she began cleaning her master’s manhood with her mouth, Igor raise the cane above his head and used it. The cane struck his woman on her back and Kettle grunted in pain. However she did not stop and continued her worship.

This time Igor kept control. He maintained a steady rhythm on his strikes and when he was finally happy with his woman’s work, he stopped. Igor ordered Kettle to stand and took a good look at her.

Kettle was wearing a blue jacket with a pair of black pants and a green scarf covered her head. Her lower face was hidden behind a pink veil but it could not hide the tears in her eyes. Igor did not usually beat her, he never liked it, but discipline must be maintained and they both knew it.

“Why did you have sex with the woman without getting permission from me first?” he asked.

“This one is sorry master. It just happened and…” Kettle’s reply was interrupted by a slap across her face.

“Why did you have sex with the woman without getting permission from me first?” Igor asked again.

This time Kettle took a moment to think. Her master clearly refused to accept that this was something that “just happened”; he wanted a reason and Kettle could only think of one. She steeled herself for further beatings and answered.

“This one…this one was bored master.”

A dozen thoughts went through Igor’s head. He thought of his work and how often he bought them home. He remembered that he had not disciplined his woman for months and that the last time he had used her was weeks ago. Of course, she was bored! Igor realized that he had not been diligent enough. He had neglected his duty and had not done a proper job as master.

The realization embarrassed him and he vowed to do a better job of it in the future. Still, he loved his job and he knew he couldn’t rule out bringing his work home back. Something must be done for Kettle to prevent her from making the same mistakes.

A mischievous thought came to him and Igor quickly dismissed it. However the thought would not go away and in fact grew in his mind. He grinned and this caused Kettle to look at him with a strange expression.

“Slave,” he said to Kettle, “tell this Lisa Williams I want to meet her.”

The Abandoned (Part 4)

Todd Gasol

Todd woke up to the sound of snores. He opened his eyes sleepily and turned his head to the sounds. At the corner of his room sleeping on the straw mattress that was their sleeping rug, laid his two wives. Hugging each other for warmth, they were both fully covered in their sleeping gowns and the sight bought a smile to his face.

Todd lay there for a moment to drink everything in; a moment he wanted to enjoy the contented life he had. Still smiling, he stretched and gave a theatrically loud yawn. His wives heard the noise and began to stir.

Cup opened her eyes first. Todd smiled as Cup quickly shook her sister wife and began crawling towards him after lifting her gown up to her chest. Plate woke from her sleep and after a moment of confusion, saw Todd sitting on the bed. She quickly started to crawl towards her master.

A smile came to Todd's face as he saw his two wives doing the correct submission wife crawl. With their bellies and breasts touching the cold floor, and their legs joined and straight, both Cup and Plate were pulling themselves towards him on the elbows. With the long sleeping gowns lifted to their chest, Todd should see his wives' naked legs and ass wriggling on the ground. The sight made him smile wider.

As they were crawling, Todd finally hoisted himself out of bed. Sitting up, he placed both feet on the ground. It was a cold morning and he had to half-fight the urge to curl back into his warm blankets. However his wives were already near him and he didn't want to "disappoint" them. Cup reached him first and began to kiss his feet; Plate was only moments behind her. Pleased with their attention, Todd  reached down to both of them and ruffled their heads.

"Up"

Both his wives stood up on command, but with eyes looking down at the ground in submission. Gray in color, their gowns came with a hood that covered their heads leaving only an opening for their face. From their head, the gowns then spread out widely over their bodies, covering even his wives' arms from view. That was why they had to lift it up to crawl. With their arms by their side, the sleeping gowns came down to their knees. Todd looked at the faces of his wives and made his choice.

"Plate, on the bed."

Cup immediately got on her knees and reached for Todd's pajamas. Carefully pulling it down, she put her mouth to work the moment Todd's penis showed. As Cup worked to get her master up, Plate went to the foot of the bed and crawled in. Todd looked behind him and saw that Plate had pulled her gown up again. She was fingering herself, getting ready for her husband and master.

With well-practiced moves, Cup soon got Todd ready and satisfied with the progress, Todd rewarded her with another pat on the head. Cup stopped at his pat and smiled, pleased with herself. Todd knew he would need to do something about that later but right now he had more important things to do. He turned and used his other wife for his daily morning fuck.

Plate wasn't fully ready but she did not say no. Like all women on Eridani, telling your master to wait was a punishment offence, telling him to stop was downright unthinkable. Ignoring her own discomfort, Plate quickly moved her hips in sync to her master's pounding. With no consideration to his wife, Todd quickly spent himself and came into his wife.

Sitting up, he gave a hard slap on Plate's thigh, a signal for her to get off the bed. Plate quickly got off, joining her sister wife on her knees. Placing both feet on the ground again, Todd smiled at his two wives and gave a new order.

"Clean me"

Both women used their tongues to clean the juices off his penis, never putting their mouth over their master's penis like what Cup did earlier. The reason soon became evidence as Todd reached up and grabbed a bamboo cane that was hanging on the wall above the bed. As his two wives were cleaning his cock, Todd struck down with the cane.

Again and again the cane went up and down over their backs but while both his wives gave a start whenever the cane struck them, they never stopped their worship. They were well-trained and Todd felt a sense of pride over them. So much so that an unseemly unmanly giggle came from him. He did not care. A sense of euphoria wash over him, an euphoria that was broken by a knock on the door.

Slightly annoyed, Todd got up and walked to the door, leaving both his wives on their knees. Like most homes on Eridani, his only had a living room, a kitchen and a sleeping room so it was quick trip to the main door. Opening it, Todd saw a woman dress in typical women garb. Wearing a orange jacket that covered her arms and a pair of black pants which flare out at the legs, the woman was looking down at the ground. He couldn't her face as she was wearing a wide conical hat.

"Head up."

The woman raised her head at Todd's command and he saw that she was wearing a red scarf that covered her head and her lower face were hidden by a veil of the same color. With her scarf and veil in red, Todd knew the woman was here on official business. Still, that doesn't mean he needed to be polite to her for ruining his morning fun.

"Well! What is it?"

The woman shuttered at his almost shout but rallied well. She too was well-trained. "Sir Todd Gasol, this one has a message from Sir Derek Value of the Central Administration Authors."

The Central Administration Authors, or the CAA for short, were the main authority on Eridani. Members of the CAA were elected via city-wide elections and liaison with the CAA members of other cities to produce planet laws and regulations. Derek Value was a high ranking member of the CAA of Kami City and Todd had no idea what he wanted with him. Still, there was no way a woman would lied to him.

"I take it he didn't tell you why?"

"No sir," the woman replied. "This one was not told, only that sir must attend a meeting at the CAA building on level 2 at 10am this morning."

No surprise there, messengers were never told more than what was needed. Todd waved the woman away and she quickly turned and ran off. Todd then realized he might not be the only one at the meeting. It was both strange and curious.

He closed the door and walked back to his room. Both Cup and Plate were still on their knees, only they were now hugging and kissing each other. Sexual relations between sister wives were an accepted fact on Eridani and Todd personally thought it was a good thing as it made his wives closer.

"Okay, enough with that!" Todd said. "I'm taking a bath, you two get yourself ready for a trip out. Cup, you are puller. Plate, normal attire. Get..."

"Master!" Todd was walking toward his small bathroom when he heard Plate's call. He turned towards her and saw his wife laying prostrate on the ground. This was a morning of surprises.

"Yes?"

Plate asked, "Master, this one begged to be the puller of the master's cart this day."

"Why?"

"This one was privileged to be used by her master just now. It is only fair this one be the one who suffer the whip later."

It was a surprise request by Plate but Todd knew that on a certain level, she was correct. Transportation on the planet was via ponycarts and the puller of the cart suffered whipping. Todd himself was an advocate of women suffering the whip.

"Very well," Todd said. "Now go get ready! I want to get going the moment I'm finish."

Todd turned back to the bathroom and as he was closing the door, he saw that both his wives were hugging and kissing each other again. He shrugged. As long as it doesn't interfered with their service to him, Todd didn't care. After all, it was relations between women. If he could help it, he would never bring himself down to know about relations between such lowly beings.

In that, Todd was typical of a man of Eridani.   

The Abandoned (Part 3)

Rose Catterly

“I think I got it!”

Dr. Rose Catterly had called her follow survivors, Captain Janet Pinkerton and Lisa Williams, to the city library because she had found the answer to some questions they had. 3 days after they had their debriefing from Kettle, the trio of survivors of The Pagoda had went into the city and got the culture shock of their lives.

Williams had seen women were pulling men on carts like animals; at a construction site, Pinkerton saw women who did all the manual labor while men sat under the shade supervising them by shouting out what sounded like insults; and Catterly herself saw an adult woman who knelt and bowed her head in submission to a little boy no more than 6 years old. On the planet of Eridani, men were the rulers while women were slaves and the 3 of them had been wondering what to do about the situation.

A scientist to her core, Catterly knew that the first thing they needed was information and had found the local library of the city. For the past week, she had found several pieces of information about the planet, Eridani, but nothing that explained why society had turned out the way it did.

Nothing till today!

“What you found?” As the captain, Janet Pinkerton had seniority over the 3 survivors and had been the most anxious to know more about the planet.

“I found this.” Catterly showed her follow survivors a small blue crystal.

“What’s that?” Williams asked.

“It’s what called an “energy crystal”.” 

“I think I read about it. “ Pinkerton said. “Wasn’t it the main source of energy storage before it got replaced by newer technologies like lasertech?”

“Yes,” Catterly was impressed the captain knew about ancient technology. “For about 100 years, it was the main source of energy storage but about 400-500 years ago, it got replaced. It seen that Eridani was a mining planet for these crystals.”

The captain and Williams looked at each other. Captain Pinkerton was the one who spoke. “It’s an energy crystal but that doesn’t prove this was a mining planet?”

“It’s what we called an energy crystal,” Catterly corrected. “However, the local uses it for more than that. They found a way to store information data on it."
"How they managed that?" The captain asked.
"My best guess is that as they were cut off from the UPF, they were unable to follow the latest technological advances." Catterly said. "They had to make do with what they have and advance their tech along those lines. Follow me and I’ll play it for you.”

Catterly led the duo to a room in the library where a table sat in the middle of it. Most tables on the planet were made out of stone but this one was made of metal. There was a device on the table and Catterly carefully placed the crystal in this. The blue crystal lit up and an image appeared about the table. 5 men were sitting around the table waiting for something and after a short while, the image began to move and sound came from the device. The 3 survivors stood silently and watched the images unfold.

The oldest man in the room cleared his throat and began speaking. “Attention! This meeting will now commence. John Petroff will be presiding; in attendance are Oda Katsuragi, Rick Perterson, and Kamal Colvin.”

The men looked at the old man who was obviously called Oda as he had turned and nodded to each man when he spoke their names. He now turned and looked at the man called John Petroff again. Oda nodded his head to Petroff, indicating that he should take over. Seeing all eyes on him, Petroff stood up and did so. He started speaking;

“The Makgeni Corporation is the last galactic corporation still with a presence on this planet. Last month, Diana Sheffler was informed that Makgeni will be abandoning their colony on 82 Eridani to “concentrate” on its more profitable colonies in the Compress system. The Makgeni Corporation will be leaving within the month and the majority of the colonists will be leaving with them. Thus far, we have 4,221 people who have indicated that they plan to stay on the planet. This meeting is called so that we can have a working plan of the colony when the Makgeni Corporation leaves.”

Oda addressed the other 3 men at the table. “The 3 of us are the oldest of the group who intend to stay. Leadership of the group will fall to us when the time comes. So I think it is important we are all on the same page for the colony.”

“Then why is he here?” Rick Perterson pointed at Petroff. “You’re staying?”

“Yes, I am”

John’s answer surprised the men.

“Why are…nevermind.” Rick quickly corrected himself. “I guess you have your own reasons for staying. So what’s this plan you have?”

Petroff looked at Oda who nodded for him to continue. “Right now, this is what we have so far. When Makgeni leaves, food and water will not be a problem as we will have the 3 greenhouse to grow our food and the water plant will be working. The main problem we will have is whether we can have long-term success without the backing of a corporation behind us. Basically, we need to find a way to be self-sufficient.”   

“Nothing we don’t already know.” It was Rick again with the comment. “So what’s the plan?”

“Food and water are issues that can take care of themselves. The planet also has fauna in abundance that are edible for us humans though we might need to increase production of the greenhouse for those of us who just came to 82 Eridani recently. People like Oda who were born on 82 Eridani had long been used to the alien food provided by the planet and used them to supplement the food provided by the greenhouse but newcomers to the planet like myself are only comfortable eating the Earth plants and vegetables provided by the greenhouse.”

The men nodded in agreement.

Seeing that everyone was in agreement, Petroff continued. “The problem we will have is the economy. There are a lot of things we can’t produce on 82 Eridani. The planet just does not have enough metal ore for us to mine to maintain the technology level we have. The transport of metallic materials to our remote planet is one of the reasons why it was so hard to maintain a healthy profit margin for the company and for that, we will need to continue with the mine.”

“Will that be enough to maintain the colony?” Rick asked. “I know we still have the spaceport but it’s going to take a lot of materials to maintain the colony.”

“That’s the big question.” Petroff admitted. “Makgeni couldn’t solve the problem but we can’t go around the problem either. We need to buy materials so we need the mine.”

“Why not cut out level of technology then?” The question was Kamal’s first input in the meeting and what he said caused everyone to look at him in surprise. “Like you said, the planet does not have enough metal ore for us to maintain our level of technology. So why not cut the level of technology we have?”

“You need to explain yourself, Mr. Colvin.” Petroff said.

“We need to maintain technology for the spaceport and medical facility. Essential things like that but for non-essential things like short distance transportation, we can cut them out. This will save materials and resources.”

“Short distance transportation is non-essential?” Oda asked. 

“Like cars for example. We need to maintain the spaceport and things like planes for long distance travel but things like cars are not really needed here. We can use bicycles which are smaller and use less material than cars to operate and maintain.”

Petroff nodded his head. “True. That might be something to look into.”

“Okay, that will be in the future. What else?” Rick asked Petroff.

“One essential provision I suggest we make is to makes it illegal to employ a woman in positions that endangers her physical, moral or mental health. This means we need to take all the women out of the mines and in any jobs that would be dangerous.”

“Why?” Both Kamal and Rick asked together. 

“For the long-term health of the colony! With only 4,000 people left, the only way the colony can continue is if we replace the people who would leave with the shuttles. Basically, we need to have more babies if we are to be a viable long-term colony.”

“That’s never been a problem before.” Kamal said.

“It will be now. At least for the next few years, we need to depend on ourselves.” Petroff explained. “Before we had colonists coming for work and this boosted the population of the colony. However with Makgeni’s withdrawn, we will no longer see new colonists. At the same time, the danger of childbirth will increase as most of the medical staff and medical equipment are leaving. Frankly, we can’t take any chances.”

“Petroff, I’m not comfortable telling the women they will be nothing but breeding animals.” Rick said. “I’m sure most of the remaining people will say the same thing.”

“We will need to explain the situation to them.” Oda was the one who chirped in. “The provision is needed if we are to survive. I think most of them will understand if we tell them the truth of our situation here. All of us already understand sacrifices will be needed by everyone.”

Kamal and Rick kept quiet for a few moments before Kamal gave a nod to Oda. A few seconds later, Rick grudgingly did the same.

“Is that all?” Rick asked.

“For now,” Petroff said. “I have a few ideas down the line but if we don’t survive the next few years, it would mean nothing.”

The images ended and the 3 survivors stood in shock, even Catterly who had seen the program before. All 3 of them heard the stories and this was proof there were some truth in them. In the past, galactic corporations like this Makgeni were a power onto themselves on planets they controlled. They controlled everything on the planet where they had the rights to and were supposed to report everything unusually to the UPF. However, it would be a small matter for them to “forget” to report that a small number of colonists on a remote planet far from the civilized planets of the UPF had decided to remain.

“My god,” Williams said. “Kettle was right; they were abandoned.”