Chapter Eight - Purchased Property

Catherine gently fluttered her eyes open only to be bombarded by the bright, beating sun rays filtering through the room’s large bay windows. She appeared to be resting on a large sofa in a light, airy room. Something about the room felt familiar to her, but she couldn’t pinpoint why.

The starship captain brushed a loose lock of hair from her eyes and readjusted herself, shifting into a sitting position. The moment she sat up on the cream-colored sofa, she gasped in shock. She was entirely naked, although that wasn’t the reason for her horror. She stared down at two huge, heavy mounds on her chest that were definitely not there when she was being put to sleep.

In a panic, Catherine bolted to her feet and immediately noticed her entire balance felt different. She tentatively stepped forward, holding her arms out for balance. The heels of her feet refused to rest on the floor, prompting the captain to step forward on her tiptoes carefully.

She stopped directly in front of a grand mirror with an elaborate golden frame, and time suddenly stood still. She didn’t recognize the horrified woman staring back at her. The naked reflection had long, luscious platinum blond hair loosely hanging over her shoulders. The woman had the bluest eye Catherine had ever seen, matched with pencil-thin, perfectly trimmed, high-arching dark eyebrows. Completing the dumb, over-enhanced expression on her face were the plumped-up, meaty lips the woman adorned. They were so large that Catherine’s reflection struggled to keep her mouth closed unless she consciously attempted it.

The reflection wore two enormous, perfectly spherical mounds on her chest, sitting high as though they were supported by an invisible bra. The F-cup monstrosities were each accompanied by brief, thin scar marks running along the underside of the breasts. Catherine had always hated everything about plastic surgery and the over-sexualization of women that still existed back on Earth. Still, she was temporarily more dumbfounded that this planet hadn’t adopted more advanced surgical techniques. They had eliminated the need for visible scarring on Earth back in the 2030s.

Beneath her scarily impressive breasts, the woman had an equally impossible thin waist. The captain had noticed extremely slim waists on this planet and knew the perverted Dominae men preferred their women to be shapely, but staring close up at the perfect hourglass shape of the woman’s waist unsettled her. Wide hips and a smooth, round bubble butt completed the extreme look of femininity.

The woman had no hair on her body beneath her eyebrows. Where Catherine’s trimmed but very present public mound used to sit now presented a completely smooth surface with a black padlock tattoo displayed just above her pussy.

As Catherine brought her own hands to her face, and the reflection followed suit, she noticed the long, bright pink talons that stretched out from each finger. The shade matched the candy pink coloring of her full, cocksucking lips.

Finally, the blond captain stared at her reflection’s smooth, slim, hairless legs and set her eyes on her feet. Her toenails were painted an equally embarrassing bright pink, but the biggest concern was the heels refusing to sit flat. No matter how hard Catherine tried, her heels stubbornly kept themselves raised in the air, forcing her to stand on her toes. It was as though someone had taken an Earth Barbie doll from 100 years ago and decided to recreate a human-sized version.

“Ahh, my pretty property is awake,” A familiar voice spoke from a nearby doorway. Catherine turned around and gasped; now she understood why her surroundings were so familiar. Hank Crane was staring at the modified captain with a lustful gaze. Catherine’s lungs began to fill with anger, and she clenched her fingers, shuddering as the long fingernails dug into the palms of her hands.

Hank Crane had financed Hunter & Catherine’s plan and was the only other man on this planet who knew of their secret objective to bring her comrades home. This hadn’t been an honest mistake; the Earth-obsessed pervert had planned this all along.

“You son of a-,” Catherine immediately brought her left hand up to her beestung lips and covered her mouth. They had even altered her voice. With her vocal cords tightened, her tone was forced several octaves higher in a pitch that no one would ever take seriously. Watching the 60-year-old Dominae native’s smirk angered the blond captain even further.

Catherine raised her voice again, “What the fuck have you don- aghhh!” She cried out as an intense migraine suddenly hit her at the base of her cranium. The words’ I do not raise my voice at men’ were immediately displayed in her eyesight. The blond’s hand immediately searched for the control collar around her neck, but her throat was as naked as the rest of her body.

The potbellied gentleman let out a hearty laugh as though her torment was entertaining him. “Yes, your collar has gone,” he explained. “However, the same technology inside that collar is now implanted inside a small chip wedged just above your spine.” He slowly began to step closer to his transformed property. “I’ve heard the results are unpleasant but effective.” He grinned.

Catherine desperately looked to her left and right as the wealthy man approached, spying a closed door to the left of her. She stepped forward as fast as her tiptoed feet would allow her before reaching for the door handle. The moment she wrapped her perfectly manicured hand around the doorknob, she cried out in pain, with a message displaying in her eyesight as though she was wearing a VR headset, ‘Master has not dismissed me.’ She gasped in disbelief and reached for the handle again, only to be met with the same excruciating result. She stumbled backward and bumped directly into Hank, who was waiting behind her.

The buxom blond twirled around and stepped back away from him. As she prepared to run towards the open door Hank had stepped through earlier, Catherine heard his voice issue a command, “Present yourself.” The blond pilot stopped in her tracks and grimaced as a horrific image of her modified self filled her mind. Text appeared in her vision, issuing her instructions, ‘I must display myself.’ The longer she resisted, the more intense the ache in the base of her skull dismantled her will.

Eventually, she couldn’t hold back any longer and mimicked the position presented in her mind. She stood with a straight back, her shoulders pinned back and her hands cupping her new humongous tits. Confusingly, the ache in her skull remained until she noticed the expression on her heavily made-up face. Begrudgingly, Catherine’s big lips contorted into a wide, fake smile, matching the expression in her mind, and the pain dissipated immediately.

Mr Crane stepped forward and gently squeezed her overinflated left breast. Catherine instinctively dropped her smile and gasped, but the sudden return of her torturous suffering forced her to return to her vapid smile.

“That’s a good girl,” Hank said condescendingly, still squeezing the busty captain’s new assets. Her eyes stared back at the man pleadingly. Still, her expression remained pleasing and frozen in her display position, and this action satisfied the wealthy businessman. “You have to understand that I purchased you legally and officially. You now belong to me.” Catherine felt her gut drop hopelessly as he delivered those ominous words.

“That training chip will help you to become my perfect obedient wife,” He continues. Catherine’s eyes widened. He wanted her to be his wife? She suddenly felt incredibly dirty. “As far as you are concerned, my word is now law. You will do whatever I command of you, and if you refuse or resist, the chip will ensure compliance.”

The man removed his hand from Catherine’s chest and paced back and forth before her while the blond pilot continued to present her naked body pleasingly. “I have always had a fascination with Earth culture and Earth women in general,” he told the frozen woman. “It had been my dream to meet one in person when suddenly you seemed to fall into my lap. As soon as I met you, I knew I needed to collect you.” Catherine shuddered and temporarily dropped her vapid grin until the chip reminded her of the consequences. Hank noticed the woman struggling to hold her pose and smiled back.

“One thing that always struck me was the various shapes and sizes your people present themselves in,” he placed a hand under his chin and examined her body. “But from the videos I have seen, you all seem to love looking as you do now. My extensive studies have confirmed this.” Extensive studies? Catherine thought. Had he been studying porn? No one she knew ever had a desire to look like an overinflated porn star Barbie doll.

Hank silently admired his busty doll for a moment before tearing himself away and retrieving a brown package from a drawer near the sofa Catherine had awoken from. He placed the parcel on a table next to the displayed blond. “I have a dinner party planned for tonight, just a few friends and associates coming together to share ideas,” he said. “I will upload some tasks to your chips. Ensure you have them completed before my first guest arrives.”

Hank glanced down at the package. “Your outfit for today is inside that parcel. Get dressed in my bedroom and get to work,” he ordered. Catherine was immediately allowed to drop her presentation position and pick up the package. She glanced at the exit one more time but knew her escape was currently futile. She needed to trust that Hunter was working on getting her back. She reluctantly stepped towards the grand staircase and headed towards the Master bedroom.

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“Fudge!” The chip struck every time Catherine cussed. She had to adjust her language to filter out the swear words to avoid the painful punishment. The replacement words mixed with her high-pitched bimbo voice made her sound ridiculous.

She thought she looked even more ridiculous wearing her highly-sexualized outfit. She adorned a candy-pink latex halter minidress; the material contoured her every curve and showed off her extreme hourglass physique. She was given no bra and panties, although her breasts still presented themselves high on her chest. The hem of the dress reached just below her pussy and covered the majority of her ass. However, it had a tendency to rise whenever she bent over. Her feet were encased in matching pink 6” stiletto pumps that felt far more comfortable than they ever should.

She had just finished cleaning the dining room and kitchen and had started cooking for the party. Catherine had tried to resist the checklist Hank had uploaded to her chip, but whenever she refused or thought about performing a subpar job, her chip punished her until she had a change of heart.

However, after Hank had installed a list of rules inside the busty captain’s chip, her task list was the least of her worries. Hank entered the kitchen and took in the smell of the full spread building on the kitchen counter. “Mmmm, that smells good,” he comments.

Catherine turned around to face her new owner. She had a white frilly apron wrapped around her tiny waist, giving her a total homemaker appearance. “Han- Ugh, Master, Kitty doesn’t want to be owned,” she pleaded, ashamed at how she was forced to speak. Her new rules ensured she spoke respectfully, referring to the older businessman as Master, and any other man as Sir. The chip would no longer allow her to talk in the first person and only permitted her to refer to herself by her new adopted name, Kitty.

Hank chuckled and stepped forward, wrapping his big arms around Catherine and pushing her against his rotund belly. She shuddered but didn’t resist his advances. “Ohh, Kitty. You are just property now,” he squeezed her latex-clad ass, “The sooner you get that in your pretty little head, the better.”

As Mr Crane embraced his modified doll, the doorbell rang. Hank perked up and grinned. “Our first guest is here,” he said, pulling the bow keeping her apron secured, and removing it from her dress. “I’ll finish up with the food. Why don’t you answer the door and greet our first attendee?” He asked. Catherine cautiously began tottering towards the front door when Hank grabbed her arm and turned her around. Catherine’s eyes widened as she saw the large ring gag hanging from his fingertips. “While you’re still training, you should wear this in public.” He smiled and approached the blond.

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With the ring gag firmly buckled behind her blond-haired head and the pink plastic circle wedged tightly inside her mouth, Catherine tottered towards the front door in the grand entranceway to greet the new guest.

With Hank putting the finishing touches on the party food, the gagged captain opened the front door, and her bright blue eyes widened in shock at the sight she saw before her. Wearing a sharp, navy blue suit stood Hunter, the man who had intended to ‘purchase’ her and her colleagues before escaping this degenerate planet.

She had wondered if the bounty hunter had discovered where she had been purchased and had visited to rescue her, but the colossal shit-eating grin on his face told her a different story. “Hey there, baby, I don’t believe we’ve met.” Catherine had always known Hunter had a weird attraction to her, but she had never seen him lustfully stare at her like that.

Outstretching his hands, he obnoxiously squeezed her latex-clad breasts together, “Wow, I haven’t seen tits like those since I was traveling the stars,” he remarked with his hands still pawing at her chest.

“Ighhh eghhh,” Catherine tried to retort and convince him who she really was, but her physique had been altered so drastically, along with her tone of voice, that it was impossible for the bounty hunter to recognize the fierce captain he once knew. “Aghh,” she groaned out as the chip punished her for her attempt nonetheless.

A message appeared on her new permanent visual display: ‘Invite our guest in,’ and the moment she felt the pain start to rise again, she immediately tottered towards the kitchen, leading him to her new Master. Catherine felt a firm hand on her barely covered ass cheeks as she walked, “Mmmm, I have to ask Hank where he picked a doll like you up from,” It sickened her that this was how men spoke about women on this planet. Still, she was in no position to set the record straight.

Once Catherine has brought her former companion to her new Master, Hank dismissed her to greet the other guests. Before long, a couple dozen men had entered Mr Crane’s residence, all enjoying the display of the latex-clad gagged bimbo greeting them. Catherine had been put in humiliating situations with Hunter before. Still, she had never felt so objectified as she did greeting the perverted men at the front door in her new sexualized body.

As the men chattered and mingled with each other, Catherine was commanded to serve canopies and drinks like a lowly serving girl. She was the youngest five-star captain in the United Global Spaceforce’s history, and she was now stuck on a despicable planet with a behavior control chip in her neck, forcing her to totter around and serve men who weren’t even qualified enough to tie her laces.

Some of Mr Crane’s guests brought their own slaves and human pets along with them to the party. Most of them were forced to crawl around on all fours, being led around on a leash. This reminded Catherine of the evening before the auction when her own fate was decided.

One woman was clad entirely in black latex. She wore a rubber hood that gave her the snout and ears of a puppy, along with a full black corseted latex catsuit. The extremities of her limbs were locked into some type of stump. It gave the impression that the poor pet’s lower limbs had been amputated, but Catherine knew they must be hidden inside the stump somehow. A black bone gag completed the look.

Another slave that wasn’t compelled to crawl around on all fours was Tinsel. Her head was close-shaven, and a leash was attached to a ring piercing her septum. She also had small ring piercings in her exposed nipples, along with her navel. The poor woman wore a metal chain collar around her neck and a heavy steel chastity belt around her waist. The belt had a logo of the local police force emblazoned on the front. That same police logo was tattooed on the naked girl’s stomach. Metal cuffs forced her arms behind her back, and similar ankle cuffs were connected by a small chain, severely restricting her movement. Perhaps most disturbingly, a zip had been modified over her mouth, allowing someone to keep her lips shut at will. It reminded Catherine of a disturbing scene in an ancient horror film called Beetlejuice that her father made her watch when she was younger. The zip was closed with a padlock, ensuring nobody could open it without a key.

The modified captain would soon learn the girl was the daughter of the City’s sheriff, and she was now owned by one of Dominae’s largest organized crime bosses. When he was released from jail after 10 years behind bars, the crime boss’ first act was to commit petty revenge on the man who put him away, and so he enslaved the sheriff’s daughter. The more Catherine learned about the wild west customs of this planet, the more terrified she felt about her own future.

The guests eventually sat down at the grand dining table for dinner, and the gagged Catherine was summoned to the kitchen by her new Master. She brought the meals out separately, placing them on the table before each guest. She was usually groped or spanked for her troubles, but even those who never touched her leered at her highly modified body to a point where she felt completely naked and exposed. While many women on Dominae had enhanced breasts, such an extreme bimbo form was uncommon on the planet, and she was seen as an unusual exotic prize.

The men chatted amongst themselves during dinner. Catherine’s chip had prompted her to stand beside the rotund party host with her arms behind her back, and her shoulders pinned back. She kept staring in Hunter’s direction, desperately trying to grab his attention without her chip picking up on her intentions.

“Your new slave is very obedient. How long have you had her?” Hunter enquired, noticing the platinum-blond Barbie doll staring at him. He knew of the host’s obsession with Earth culture, and the woman standing with her chest thrust forward was the most extreme stereotype of that culture he had ever seen. It was the image of what someone could believe Earth women looked like if they only watched the culture through TV and had never actually visited the planet.

“Yes, only a couple of days,” Hank responded. “She is still in training, but she is learning well.” He grinned up at his gagged property. “Kitty, crawl between my legs and pleasure me with that mouth during dinner.” He commanded.

Catherine’s big sparkling blue eyes widened; she wasn’t prepared for the command. She groaned and tried to stand in her current position, but the chip had issued her the command, and she felt the pain start to rise in her cranium. She whimpered slightly before the pain overwhelmed her, and she dropped to her bare knees.

The blond pilot crawled under the table and was greeted by the exposed thick cock of the old man. She tried to put off the act as long as she could, hoping her new owner would have a change of heart, but she eventually needed to succumb to the chip’s instructions, and she slid her wide-open, gagged lips over his veiny member.

Hunter raised an eyebrow, noticing how the businessman had instructed his new slave. “Kitty?” Hunter questioned, “That’s an unusual name.”

“Ohh, yes,” Hank knew he had made a mistake and nervously moved to put things right, “I thought it was a cute name when you used it on your companion. I knew I needed to name my next slave the same.” He smiled anxiously, enjoying the feeling of the Earth woman’s warm mouth over his firm cock.

Hunter paused for a moment before nodding and returning to his food. Hank breathed a sigh of relief as the bounty hunter appeared to accept his explanation. “Speaking of your lovely Earth friend. Did you not bring her with you tonight?” Hank decided to deflect Hunter’s suspicions. Catherine could hear the entire conversation, but her chip wouldn’t allow her to stop servicing the cock in her mouth. While the gag kept her mouth pried wide open with the gag, her modified dicksucking lips were large enough to comfortingly wrap around his cock.

“The auction didn’t exactly go to plan,” Hunter explained solemnly. “I managed to purchase her Earth friends just as we agreed, but someone had tampered with Catherine’s ticket, and she was purchased by an unknown bidder instead.”

“Ohh, that’s too bad,” Mr Crane responded nonchalantly. “I really liked her.” Catherine couldn’t believe how they were speaking about her. The same way you would talk about losing your phone back at home. This asshole stole her, and they conversed as if it were no big deal.

As the men mingled and laughed amongst themselves, Catherine worked hard at servicing her Master to completion. Not because she wanted to, but because of the agony that awaited her if she didn’t perform to her best ability. The blond captain had been trained in resisting various interrogation techniques, but the chip drove intense pain directly into your skull. She had never felt torture like it before, and the suffering intensified the longer she disobeyed the chip’s commands.

Bobbing up and down on the fat man’s shaft, he held her blond head down as his cock twitched and began exploding inside his new slave’s mouth. As his warm cum shot inside of her, Catherine’s eyes widened in shock. It wasn’t the act of taking a man’s cum in her mouth that unnerved her; it was the taste. The taste was magnificent. It felt as though all Catherine’s favorite flavors were assaulting her tongue at the same time; she had never tasted anything as perfect as the cum shooting down her throat. Had the maniac altered her tastebuds? Or was the collar tricking her mind? Either way, she actually felt disappointed when Hank ran out of steam and stopped feeding her his orgasmic juices, a thought that terrified her.

After being commanded to resume her duties, Catherine cleared the empty plates from the table, and the men continued to talk amongst themselves until the party reached a natural conclusion. Catherine tottered around in her tall heels, guiding each guest out as they said their goodbyes. She was once again treated like a pinata, being poked, prodded, and fondled by each guest before they finally walked away.

The final guest to leave was her former enforced partner, Hunter. She led him towards the front door. She was desperate to incoherently tell him exactly who she was, but she knew the chip would put a stop to it even if he could understand her through the gag.

Catherine opened the door for the guest, but before he left, Hunter wrapped his arms around the modified blond, squeezing her ass through the latex dress and planting a long deep kiss on her thick bimbo lips. Catherine’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t want to make a scene, so she allowed him to kiss her.

Eventually, Hunter broke the kiss and leaned into her neck, whispering in her ear. “Just hang in there, Kitty; I’ll take care of everything.” Catherine felt her heart flutter. For the first time since she woke up in her new overtly sexualized body, she found hope. “I do like this look for you, though.” He laughed cockily before groping her latex-clad right tit and swaggered out of Mr Crane’s manor. She hated that man so much, yet he was her most significant chance of escaping this nightmare.

Once the guests had left, Catherine returned to the luxurious living room, and Hank ungagged her. She knew her new Master was fascinated with Earth culture and decided to immediately play into that. “Master, Kitty wasn’t meant to be sold for real. It was a big mistake,” she said in her nauseating high-pitched soprano. “If you could remove this chip from Kitty’s brain, Kitty will make sure you receive a-”

“Shut up, Kitty,” Hank demanded confidently, and the instruction appeared in her vision. She immediately stopped speaking. Catherine was concerned about how easily she had slipped into speaking in the third person and referring to herself as Kitty after just one day of training. “This is much better,” Hank responded to the silence, running his hand over her sexy, transformed body.

“Stand beside the sofa and present yourself,” Hank delivered another command, and the blond captain complied. She stood next to the sofa she had awoken from earlier and cupped her breasts, pulling her shoulders back as though she was presenting her huge, fake, rubber-covered tits as a gift. He grinned at the perfect vision before him. “It will take time to train you fully, Kitty, but you will become the perfect wife when I do.” He stroked her long, luscious, platinum-blond locks before sitting on the sofa beside her and turning on the TV.

“Now stay posed like that while we watch one of your planet’s classic movies,” he ordered her. Catherine shuddered as the title appeared on the old-styled TV: Girls Gone Wild - Bimbo Edition. This was a porno. Did he believe that Earthlings watched pornographic movies with their families as if they were in the mainstream? That would explain his warped view of what Earth women should look like, Catherine thought.

Nonetheless, she was forced to stand and smile as she stared at the TV, and any deviation from her position and facial expression was met with punishment. Her mind drifted back to her last encounter with Hunter. He now knew where she was. She just needed to hang in there and keep her sanity until he figured out how to save her. That shouldn’t take too long, should it?