Prolog:
The year was 2100. Two hundred years had passed since the change. Astronomers noticed instantly. All of the stars changed, none of the other planets were there only the sun, the earth and its moon seemed the same. The next thing that was noticed was the two other Earths and moons each one third the distance around their solar orbits, all three equally distanced from each other.
The twentieth century these three worlds experienced was vastly different than the one we know. By 1945 all three Earths had established contact. The knowledge had prevented the World Wars and limited the starting knowledge of rocketry, delaying the space programs by a couple of decades, though by the mid 70’s all three Earths had satellites in orbit. All of the worlds established global governments and ended war on the individual planets. Each Earth was determined to make it to space and to the other Earths.
This is where the similarities end.
One Earth was led by the United States of America. This world would come to be known as Amearth. Over the years it developed a sense of unity and equality between all persons. This led to much debate and many uprisings. The many voices drown out the need for action and Amearth fell behind in development as the others surged ahead. They didn’t reach their moon until 2001.
Another Earth was led by the Japanese, Rising-Earth. The fierce determination and class structure of their world order caused them to develop at a fast rate. They landed on their moon by 1980 and had six space stations by 2005.
The last word was ruled by Russia. Mother-Earth didn’t get a satellite up until 1976, two years after Amearth, but they were on their own moon three years later, months before Rising-Earth. The delay was caused by a brief uprising in the late ’60s, where all of the men in power were executed and replaced by women.
In 2037 all three Earths created a space station near the orbit that would have been Venus, to meet and trade, but little ground has been made as no Earth trusts the other.
Rising-Earth is distrusted for its treatment of women.
Mother-Earth is distrusted for its treatment of men.
Amearth is seen as weak by the other two, and a great place to gather slaves and resources.
All three now have great technology and power. All three want to be the only Earth.
Episode 1
Don and Puja walked down the Paris street together, if together meant Don was following two feet behind on a leash. He was wearing nothing but a collar, eye-tracking glasses, and mechanical chastity briefs.
Mother-Earth Paris had some strict laws even for Mother-Earth. If his eyes lingered on a woman too long his genitals were shocked or squeezed by the chastity device. Don found himself either looking up or at Puja the whole walk.
As his “mistress” the device didn’t punish him for looking at her, only for letting his eyes linger on the scantily, or often unclad, women around them. So he stared at Puja’s ass in the bikini bottoms.
How had he not noticed her ass before? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen his partner nude before. Hell, it was part of their training together to spend a month locked in a room with no clothes. They slept in the same bed, buck naked, and her butt never had his attention as it did now.
Brown and firm, it swished as she walked. All Don could think about was cupping it as he lifted her up and onto…
“Owe…” he said under his breath as a jolt of electricity ran the length of his penis, causing him to stumble.
Puja barely glanced over her bare shoulder as she pulled him along, “knock it off,” she whispered.
“I thought I was allowed to look at you,” a woman walking by glanced at him, “mistress,” he added.
Puja turned to face him. Don’s eyes instantly darted to the two small perky breasts that had nothing to obscure them besides two black nipple covers. The device began to crush his cock and he closed his eyes.
“It doesn’t like you being aroused in public,” she said grabbing his hair and talking into his ear, “look at my back or hair.”
Don gritted his teeth but whispered, “That won’t help, mistress,” as the clamp released his cock.
“We trained for this,” Puja said, “get your shit together!”
The pair stood and walked to the hotel, Don trying not to think about his partner’s body.
Puja couldn’t believe it. She and Don had been pair together for six years! They had trained together since they graduated high school. They had both seen each other’s bodies, fucked each other, tortured other agents together, and even each other for Amearth. Now he’s getting uncontrollable wood because his cock is locked in a death cage on a planet that hates cocks?
She shook her head to herself. She really did want to comfort her partner, but that would be out of character. Instead, she led him by the leash to the hotel.
The man who checked them in, or rather, checked her and her pet in wore a bow tie, a name tag pierced to his left nipple, and a glass chastity cage, nothing else. He kept his eyes on the computer in front of him the whole time, refusing to look at Puja.
Puja absently wondered how he would react if she removed the nipple covers or started to fondle his balls. He probably wouldn’t respond, at least not to the nipples, he might have to respond to direct touch to appease her as a guest.
She wondered why she was thinking that way. She never thought like that on Amearth. She really didn’t want to torture this man, did she?
“For the safety of our guests, we also require your male friend to have his hands cuffed behind his back in public areas of the hotel, whether you choose to have him caged or not. Additionally, you must also have him cuffed if his cage is open even in your room.”
Puja was taken off guard, “Why does the hotel care what happens in my room?”
The man was slightly shocked by the question, “For our other guests’ peace of mind mistress.”
Suddenly Puja really did want to get this man aroused, just to see his little dick fill the glass cage and ache. instead, she agreed and cuffed Don’s hands before heading to the room.
Once in the room Puja sat on the bed and uncuffed Don before peeling the covers off her tits. Don pulled his lenses off, “Can you get this thing off before it kills my cock?”
Puja chuckled, “Don’t be so dramatic, besides you heard the glass dick, no free cock with free hands.”
Don glared at her, “Do you think they do room checks?”
“I think they have the tech to connect to your underwear and their own handcuffs.”
Don could feel the blood flowing to his penis, even if it didn’t punish him for being aroused in the room, the metal tube was too small for his erection. It didn’t help that Puja was using her hands to rub the adhesive off her very erect nipples. He turned away and tried to think about politics.
“I hate Paris fashion on this Earth,” she said, “I can’t get this adhesive shit off my nipples. Maybe some saliva would help?”
Don turned back, “No way! Not with this thing on! You already made me go down on that woman on the train!”
“Please?” Puja teased, cupping her two small tits to push her nipples out, “Your partner needs help!”
“You are so lucky that we got sent to Mother-Earth instead of Rising-Earth!”
Puja rubbed her dark nipples in-between her thumb and forefinger on each hand, “I bet you’d love to be the one leading me around by a collar, or maybe the leash could be attached to my nipples through piercings…”
Don started to pace the room in frustration, “Please just take this thing off. I haven’t ever been this horny.”
Puja smiled at him, “I’ll tell you what, we can put the cuffs back on and I’ll take the cage off and give you a handjob.”
Don brightened. The two had used each other in training more often than they had been with actual lovers, Puja was better with her hands than anyone or anything he had been with. “Really?”
Puja removed her bikini bottoms and spread her legs, “After you lick my nipples clean and give me a good tongue lashing, you aren’t the only one horny on this mission.”
Don shook his head as he shoved her back on the bed and climbed on her, “This place is going to your head,” he took her right nipple to his mouth.
***
Lord Tachibana looked at the display. It showed the mining station destroyed. He wished he could have been on the bridge, but he never got used to zero-g so it had been better to watch from the comfort of his quarters on the habitation ring. Besides, he needed to look regal for this next part, and floating around in his robes wouldn’t work.
There was a knock on his door. He turned away before granting entrance. He heard some shuffling and grunting behind him, followed by orders to kneel.
“My lord,” a guard announced, “these are the women who were taken.”
Without turning, Tachibana asked, “and the men?”
“Our torture slaves have them now.”
“Very good,” he turned to see five guards standing behind five nude kneeling women, “do we think they have anything?” he nodded to the potential slaves.
“It is possible Lord Tachibana, despite being women, the people of Amearth treat them like men and give them some information.”
Tachibana glanced down at them, “Stand them so I can see their full worth.” All five were hauled to their feet.
Tachibana looked at the left-most one. Dark skinned, from the African continent. She had a fair face and a thick tangle of hair. He cupped her breasts, they were large, she was suitable for lactation farms, and they were firm with large erect nipples. He looked down to see her areolas were nearly as wide as his palm. Grabbing her ass he found it large and voluptuous, perhaps breading, or pleasure. Of course, slaves could be used for all three in turn, especially Amearth slaves.
The next one was Asian. Tachibana went through the routine with her, but tiny Asian women were not his thing. He had a harem full of them. Daughters of other lords hoping to gain favor. The crew would enjoy her, many of his white friends would gladly take her as a gift, but he didn’t want her.
The next woman was also dark-skinned but with more petite features that bespoke of an Indian background. They were known to have great skill but were never attractive to him. Still, many would like to use her, both on the crew and on Rising-Earth.
The fourth one was older, fatter, and had pale skin with red hair. Possible breeding stock or milk producer. A few of the crew might want her if they had a ginger fetish.
The last one had a slim face and almond eyes that almost looked Asian under her short dyed hair. Her eyes were blue and her skin white. She stood a head shorter than him. He glanced down as he cupped her handful breasts and saw her pinky tip sized erect nipples, showing pink against her pale skin. He reached down and grabbed a handful of ass as firm as her breasts.
Looking her in the eyes he asked, “Does Amearth really produce such slaves?”
She looked back at him, “What do you mean?”
Shoving her back into the guard’s hands Tachibana ordered, “Tie this one to my slave bed. Give the rest to the crew. If the torture slaves can’t get anything from the men in a week, have them put to vacuum and we can start on these.”
***
Don wasn’t a fan of his arms being tied back. Puja was doing a great job, and he normally liked the way she teased, but he wanted to grab her hair and make her get him off in her mouth. He couldn’t remember being this horny, or her teasing him like this.
“Damn! You’d think after what I just did for you I wouldn’t get the tease!”
Puja stroked fingernails up and down his shaft and licked his glans slowly before looking in his eyes, “You always said that I was good at this!” One hand gripped him by the shaft while the other teased his cock head with soft fingertips.
Don groaned, “Too good! Come on! We’re partners and best friends! Just let me orgasm!”
She took the hand off of Don’s shaft and rubbed the head in-between fingertips as Don squirmed, “You know, since we are undercover, it might not be wise for me to let you orgasm.”
He tried to stop struggling, “You are so lucky we aren’t on Rising-Earth, you know like sixty percent of women there are circumcised, right? Talk about what we might have to do for cover.”
Puja took a firm grip on his shaft then started to rub her other palm across his glans. Don squirmed as she said, “The French invented the guillotine, they still use it here. The hole is just smaller.”
Don leaned down to Puja and she stretched up to him, their lips met as she lovingly stroked his manhood.
The door burst open and four uniformed women rushed into the room.
“Paris security!” one shouted, “you are wanted for questioning!”
***
She lay there in the afterglow, no man had ever taken her like that. The Lord lay next to her, one hand slowly massaging her breast. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and pull him to her, but she was still bound spread eagle, as the guard had left her for the Lord’s pleasure.
“What is your name?” he murmured.
“Heidi, my Lord.” It was the first time he had addressed her directly.
“Heidi,” his voice seemed almost wistful, “It is not a bad slave name,” he rolled atop her, his legs straddling her stomach, and looked down, “tell me, Heidi, did you like being my slave tonight?”
Heidi found it surprising but her honest answer was, “Yes…”
The Lord grinned at her, “I thought as much, most women seem to like the experience,” he got close to her, “you know that the women of your world rarely get this pleasure?”
Heidi shook her head, “I never thought of it.”
“They don’t!” he proclaimed, “They live their lives as equals, thinking that they are the same then only feel real pleasure trembling in chains as a real man takes them!”
Heidi wanted to deny it, she wanted to say that she loved her husband and how he treated her but she couldn’t. She wasn’t a princess or a scientist but a whore. She loved the fact that she had just been raped by a powerful man.
“The women of Mother-Earth have their cowardly men to hide behind but if we can take Amearth,” he trailed off then looked into Heidi’s eyes, “We can help give humanity what it needs!”
Heidi gulped and nodded.
“Will you help me?”
Heidi pulled her arms to him but the chains stopped her. She lifted her head and moved it towards him. Being the Lord he was, he understood and guided his penis to her waiting lips.