New Genesis – Day 365, 2895
“Tatania! Don’t do this!” an old man’s voice called out from the corridor behind her.
The young, blonde haired woman gripped on to the tiny mini-disc in her hand like it was the last piece of gold in existence. She ran as fast as she could down the corridor while taking the occasional glance over her right shoulder behind her. The corridor was like a large metal pipe. The floor was basically a metal grid. The corridor was part of a whole underground humanoid complex. Different tribes of people now ruled the planet’s surface. Humans were hunted on the surface. The only safe place for them was underground. They had built a whole series of corridors, making them impenetrable. All humans had to wear life support suits to survive underground. They were all instructed to wear ID bracelets. Without these bracelets, they were either classed as slaves if they were wearing a collar of control, or as invaders. The complex was split up into sectors. Each sector had a number and a name. The business was one sector. There were a living sector, a leisure section and a mood sector. The young woman’s tan boots echoed on the metal as she ran. She was running through the history sector of the complex. Her bosom heaved as she strained her body to run as fast as she could. Several security guards wearing tight fitting plastic-like uniforms ran up to the old man standing in the doorway to his office. They glanced down the corridor to the young woman running away from them. The old man sighed reluctantly.
“She has taken a data-file disc,” he reported solemnly. He knew the penalty for theft in this settlement. It was especially worse for an outsider to be caught stealing.
“Don’t worry sir. We will stop her,” the lead guard stated firmly. All four men pulled out their laser guns from the holsters at their sides and started chasing after the young woman down the corridor.
Tatania looked ahead of her as she continued to run as fast as she could down the long corridor. She could see the turbo life at the far end of the corridor. She knew that once she was in that lift, she would be safe. She picked the wrong moment to take another look over her shoulder. Just as she did, another guard stepped out into the corridor in front of her and hit her in the chest with a stun beam at close range. Tatania did not stand a chance. She was flung backwards in mid-stride and slammed down into a heap on the corridor floor. The beam had knocked her out totally. The data-disc dropped out of her hand onto the floor. She could no longer keep hold of it. The four men chasing her stopped running when they saw their commander pacing towards the prone young woman. They slowly returned their weapons to their holsters. The Commander looked up to his men.
“Report,” he stated calmly as he checked on the ID bracelet of his victim.
“Sir, yes sir. Talen reported that she had stolen one of his data-discs. We were trying to stop her from escaping with that disc,” the lead man of the four reported confidently.
“Talen,” the Commander whispered to himself as he brushed the blonde hair away from the young woman’s face. “Very good Sergeant,” the Commander then expressed as he rose to his feet. “I want you to take this thief to the holding cells. Remove her ID bracelet immediately. I will be along shortly to question her,” the Commander ordered while picking up the disc from the floor.
He then rose to his feet slowly. The four men rushed to the prisoner. They each roughly grabbed a limb and carried her between them down the corridor towards the holding cells. The Commander examined the disc. He was curious to find out more about the young woman and more about this disc. He paced up the corridor towards Talen.
Talen saw the Commander coming. He lowered his eyes to the floor immediately. The Commander could see the old man worrying about this visit. He started things off slowly. He handed Talen the data disc.
“Our prisoner dropped this,” the Commander stated firmly. “I think you need to explain a few things to me Talen,” he added in a demanding tone of voice.
“Certainly Commander. Please, come in,” Talen offered with very little choice.
The Commander brushed Talen inside the large cavern of a room. The room was more like a library than living quarters. There were manuscripts, books and all manner of data-discs lining the walls from floor to ceiling. This whole room was the central resource for every last piece of information about the human race. The Commander had never actually been inside this room before. The view of all this data and information quite took his breath away. He could now see why the old man needed to have an assistant. The Commander moved slowly across to a chair in front of an old-fashioned wooden desk in the middle of the room. Talen moved around behind the desk and behind a flat screen computer monitor.
“What was the stolen item?” the Commander asked the moment that Talen had sat down in his chair. When he saw the hesitant look on Talen’s face, he knew that he had to employ a tactic or two. “I’m going need something for my report Talen, you know that,” the Commander pointed out solemnly.
“It was a data file on an individual by the name of Larna Fox,” Talen pointed out calmly.
“Why was your assistant so interested in this Larna Fox?” the Commander asked carefully.
“She thinks that Larna was her mother. She was trying to prove that she came from humanoid blood. Of course, that may have all changed during the holomorphing process. Unfortunately, Tatania did not research well enough. Miss Fox never married and never had any children,” Talen pointed out.
“Why did Tatania need to prove her humanity?” the Commander asked finding this a little strange.
“OK. I failed to register her. Are you going to arrest me for it?” Talen asked bluntly. “Tatania is an outsider. I brought her down here myself. I was going to register her with the inner command, but time just slipped by. She was captured in the outer perimeter trying to steal some water. It appeared that she was an Amazonian warrior who had been isolated from her kind. The guards were going to eliminate her right then, but I said I would take her as a slave. Well, she went through the cleansing shower to get rid of all the disease microbes that she would have brought down with her from the surface. She underwent several tests to make sure that there were no microbes in her blood stream and then she was given an ID bracelet and a life support suit and a tracker bolt was inserted into her skull. She became my employee and started to work in here as a file clerk. I felt sorry for her,” Talen explained reluctantly.
“Well, that does put a different spin on things,” the Commander expressed with regret. “We cannot banish her now. She will have to die,” he pointed out with a shake of the head. Inside, he was jumping for joy. That would make what he wanted to do next easier. “Thank you for being so honest Talen. I am sorry that she caused you that much bother. I will not take this matter any further,” the Commander stated as he rose to his feet. “Thank you for your time,” he said as he returned to the door.
“Thank you, Commander,” Talen said from behind his desk.
The door was opened automatically when the Commander got there. He walked out into the corridor then turned straight for the holding cells. He had been a secret admirer of the young Tatania ever since the first moment she had arrived in the complex. Now, she had given him the perfect chance to have her forever.
The commander stormed into the holding cell area quickly. The young officer sitting behind the desk instantly jumped up to attention as if an electric shock had ripped through the seat that he had been on.
“Commander,” the young guard managed to stammer nervously.
“Relax son,” the Commander expressed calmly as he moved across to the entrance to the holding cell.
The entrance appeared as if there was no door. It was blocked by an invisible force-field. The Commander stared into the room at Tatania lying motionless in the middle of the room. The guards had just dropped her down onto the floor. The young guard moved across to join his commanding officer.
“Her ID bracelet has been removed as requested sir,” he reported confidently.
“Good. Lower the field,” the Commander ordered firmly.
“Sir?” the young guard questioned in surprise.
“That is an order,” the Commander snapped sternly not liking the way he was being questioned by a junior officer. “Judgement has been passed. She is to be banished from the complex. I have come to carry out that sentence. Now, do not question your commanding officer again boy,” he continued to bark fiercely.
“Yes, sir. Sorry sir,” the young guard stammered as he lifted the field from the room.
The Commander stormed inside. He swept the motionless Tatania up over his right shoulder easily then turned back out of the room. He did not say a word to the young guard. He just went straight to the door of the holding cell area. As far as anyone else was concerned, Tatania had been banished from the colony. That left her completely at the mercy of the Commander. He had complete control over her life and he would make sure that no one saw her outside his own private living quarters again.
The Commander wanted to get back to his room as quickly as possible. He did not want to be seen carrying a helpless prisoner to his room, plus he wanted to start tasting the delights that she had to offer him as soon possible. He walked through the business sector, which in turn led to the living quarters. He quickly went to a little computer terminal position about hip height on the wall. The computer was the equivalent of a lock. The commander pushed his ID bracelet into the front of the machine. The invisible force-field between sectors lifted up, allowing the commander to pass through. He headed right for his own room. Behind him in the shadows, what looked like a black cloud peered out of the wall. It watched the commander walking down the corridor briefly. Quickly, it disappeared back into the wall. The Commander got to the door of his room and placed his handprint on the lock of the door. The door opened instantly. He quickly went inside. The door closed automatically behind him. He said lights as he walked into the room. The lights came on immediately. The room was like a little cabin on a ship. It had a little bed and a few entertainment systems. There was no need for a wardrobe because the only thing that they could wear was either a slave outfit or a life support suit. The Commander dropped Tatania down casually onto the bed. She bounced up and down a couple of times but did not come around. She was still out cold thanks to being stunned at close range. The Commander roughly rolled her over onto her stomach. He immediately grabbed a silver collar from the cabinet beside his bed and snapped it shut around her neck. The collar of control would neutralise the tracker bolt inside her head. The collar had little rays going into the neck. These rays affected the brain waves of the wearer. While wearing the collar they could be programmed to remember or forget things, whatever the owner of the slave wanted. They were completely helpless, unable to fight off any advances unless told to do so. The Commander slipped down the bed off the bottom then stood with his hands on his hips towering over the bed. He smiled as he looked down at Tatania wearing the life support suit. He turned to go to a computer system built into the wall. The computer came on as the commander got to it.
“This is Commander Thorpe. I require one female slave outfit,” he ordered strongly.
The computer answered that one was ready. Thorpe lifted the little door beside the console. Inside he found several little pieces of clothing. He walked away from the computer with the clothing in his hands. When he got to the bed he placed them down beside his slave. Thorpe turned his attention to Tatania.
“Tatania. Wake up. Stand up and get changed into the outfit at the foot of the bed,” Thorpe ordered firmly.
Tatania immediately opened her eyes. She got into a seated position then slowly got to her feet. She glanced down at the outfit on the bed. Without hesitating, she started to undo the life support suit. Thorpe sat down in a chair slowly. He could hardly believe it. He had a slave girl completely under his control. A blonde stunner of a young woman was now stripping nude right in front of him with absolutely no protest. He leant back in the chair to enjoy watching Tatania undress.
Tatania was a well-built woman. She had got a curving figure, with long blonde hair. She was not very big, but her breasts were above average. Thorpe thought anything more than a handful was a waste. As the life support suit slowly fell to the ground, Tatania reached for the slave outfit. The slave outfit consisted of two main parts. The top was a number of small leather straps. There were two cups of leather that went over the nipples and two large rings went around the breasts to hold them tightly into the body. The leather cups were attached to the rings by several small leather straps that ran down the side of the breast. At the top of these circles, two straps went up over the shoulders. Two straps came from the sides. They went around her back, where the ones over her shoulders fastened the whole outfit together. The second part of the outfit was a small wrap of leather. Around the top of the wrap was a click device. Tatania placed it around her waist, clipping the leather wrap together. The wrap went right around her waist. The wrap’s length was just enough to cover her buttocks. It was like a very small mini-skirt. A micro mini skirt you could call it. Finally, after about three minutes Tatania was standing still, wearing her new slave outfit. Thorpe got to his feet. He walked across to his stationary slave with a broad smile on his face.
“What’s your name?” he asked softly.
“Tatania,” his slave replied immediately in a tone of voice that was similar to one used by someone still half asleep.
“Where do you come from?” Thorpe asked continuing to question his mindless slave.
“Amazonia,” Tatania replied instantly.
“What are you doing in this complex?” the Commander pushed.
“I’m trying to find out as much about Larna Fox as possible,” Tatania said unable to lie about her true intentions.
Thorpe shook his head. He had heard enough of these old answers. She was no longer Tatania. She was his slave girl. The only reason that she was inside this complex now was to service him. Without thinking to ask why she wanted to know about Larna he quickly changed her memory.
“Erase answer of ‘What are you doing in this complex?’. Replace it with the answer — I have been brought here to be the slave of Commander Thorpe,” he corrected calmly in a calculated tone of voice. Thorpe then paused for a moment. Soon a little light flashed on the collar. He quickly asked Tatania the same question again. “What are you doing in this complex?”
“I have been brought here to be the slave of Commander Thorpe,” Tatania now replied, repeating the answer that had just been programmed into her.
Thorpe smiled with satisfaction. “What do you aim to do in this complex?” he then asked his confidence in the ability of the collar growing.
“Steal all information on Larna Fox,” Tatania replied honestly.
“Erase answer of ‘What do you aim to do in this complex?’. Replace it with the answer — to be a good and obedient slave,” Thorpe commanded with a deep sigh of frustration. Again he waited for the collar to flash. When it had Thorpe asked the question again. “What do you aim to do in this complex?”
“To be a good and obedient slave,” Tatania answered just as Thorpe had commanded.
Thorpe’s smile got wider. “Erase all memory of the following. Coming to this complex. Being an Amazonian. Looking for information on Larna Fox. Replace it with the knowledge that you have always been a slave and always will be.”
The collar flashed after a few seconds. Thorpe was almost jumping for joy at this point. The erasing of Tatania’s memory was not permanent. He could not remove the collar and expect Tatania to be like that without it. Once the collar of control was removed the slave would go back to the old memory patterns. They would not remember anything about being a slave.
Thorpe was totally satisfied. He had got his first personal slave. He looked at Tatania and walked across to her. He placed his hand on her left breast, rubbing it gently. Tatania did not flinch. Thorpe backed away. As he did so, he told Tatania to go and lie on the bed. Tatania did as she was instructed. When she as on the bed, Thorpe took her wrists and fastened tight bands around them. He fastened the bands to the top of the bed. Thorpe went back to the computer.
“Medical,” he commanded firmly.
* Yes Commander Thorpe, what is it you require? * the computer replied in a synthesised voice.
Thorpe paused as he looked at Tatania on the bed. “An injection of SRE,” he then said with a perverted grin coming onto his face.
* There a few questions before that enhancer can be given out. * the computer pointed out in its synthesised voice. * Is the injection for a male or female? *
“Female,” Thorpe replied quickly. He was anxious to get the enhancer. He was annoyed that there were questions to have to answer.
* Is she a humanoid female? *
“No, she’s an Amazonian.”
* Is she wearing a collar of control? *
“Yes, she is,” Thorpe snapped now really started to lose his patience.
* The injection of the Sexual Response Enhancer will appear in the form of a little box. This box is to be placed on the back of the collar of control. There are a few warnings. Actual sexual intercourse cannot take place while the Amazonian is under the influence of the enhancer. Another injection of the enhancer cannot be given to her within the next thirty days. * the computer reported finally.
“That’s fine,” Thorpe said in a hurried tone of voice. He just wanted to get the enhancer. He did not really care about the warnings.
* The box is appearing now. Enjoy the experience. *
Thorpe lifted the door of the imagining chamber. The box was sitting on the shelf. Thorpe took it out swiftly. The door closed automatically the moment his hand was out. He returned to the bed, returning to Tatania’s motionless figure. He lifted Tatania’s head forward viciously by her long blonde hair. Quickly he pushed the box onto the back of the collar. He let Tatania’s head drop back onto the pillow. He looked at the security cameras around the room with a smile on his face.
“Security, I want you to record the whole of the bed. Make sure that the whole of the woman is in the shot,” Quickly he turned to Tatania, “Let the feelings flow. Don’t hold them back. Every single feeling you get — let it out. Enjoy it,” Thorpe paused as he thought of something else. “Sound proof the room,” he added in a calculated voice. As he walked to the door of the room, he started speaking to Tatania like she was listening to him. “I’ve got to go out for a few hours. Just let the enhancer do its work. You’ll feel it working almost right away,” he pointed out calmly.
As Thorpe left the room, Tatania started to feel the effects of the enhancer working on her body. It felt like there was someone having sexual intercourse with her, but she was alone. She could not stop the feelings or fight them off. She was under orders to enjoy every last moment. Tatania’s new life as Thorpe’s private sex slave had begun.
Based in several different times, this story tells of Larna’s battle against an evil witch from the year 2895.