Chapter Five

The central square of Magnustown had been transformed overnight into a theater of dominance. A wide circle of thick wooden stocks dominated the paved concrete, each one freshly polished as if they were the centerpiece of his new town. Eight women knelt inside them, their heads and wrists locked forward, and their naked bodies presented proudly to the growing settlement crowd.

Their breasts hung heavy while ropes of drool escaped the edges of various gags and fell to the ground in slow, humiliating drops. Above each stock, a number had been burned into the beam—1 through 8—and every captive wore a thick iron collar engraved with a degrading title. The tallest sign rose in the very center of the circle, its bold black letters carved in deep block capitals: PRE-WEDDING SLAVE AUCTION CELEBRATION – FRIDAY AT NOON – ALL BIDS WELCOME.

Magnus Holt walked the perimeter of the circle with slow satisfaction, pleased that his vision was finally coming to fruition. His leather vest hung open across his firm, broad chest, before stopping at stock number 3, where Lieutenant Emily Ward knelt with her blonde head forced forward, a thick red ball gag stretching her lips into a wide O. Her blue eyes were lowered in resigned defeat, as she replayed the last few days. She had made the deciding vote ousting Kendra from the captaincy, and this was her reward. The bald leader reached down and lifted one of Emily’s small breasts, weighing it in his palm before letting it fall with a soft slap against her ribs. A muffled whimper escaped the blonde’s gag, and the scattered crowd murmured their approval.

The bald man moved on to number 5, where a slender brunette strained against the wood, her breasts quivering with every shallow breath. The title burned above her read BREEDMEAT. Magnus ran a single finger along her jaw, tilting her head as far as the stock allowed, before continuing his circuit without a word.

Officer Sarah Blaze, Captain Shaw’s de facto second-in-command since landing on this planet and, more recently, the redhead’s secret lover, occupied stock number 1. Her black braid had been yanked backward and tied to the top beam, forcing her head up as she had no choice but to look directly ahead. The ring gag pried the woman’s mouth into a wide, wet circle, and every swallow made fresh saliva spill over her lower lip and drip onto the dirt between her knees. The naked officer’s hazel eyes burned with a hatred so pure it almost gave off heat. When Magnus paused in front of her, Sarah tried to spit, but only managed a thin string of drool that fell uselessly to the ground. He chuckled and reached between the stocks, picking one of her nipples until her body jerked involuntarily and an indignant moan escaped the woman’s lips. The crowd laughed from a distance, and Sarah’s glare never wavered, even as her thighs trembled.

Magnus stepped back and folded his arms across his chest, content to watch the women struggle against the wood and metal as the sun climbed higher, making their skin shine. The sound of boots on the dirt drew his attention to the side.

Engineer Ethan Stone approached with the cautious steps of a man who wasn’t yet sure where he stood. His ingenious plan had led to the capture of his former boss and Magnus’s self-declared nemesis, but he was a former crew member, and the prisoners hadn’t quite forgotten that. He stopped a respectful distance away, his hands loose at his sides, eyes flicking between Magnus and his bound former crewmates.

Magnus turned his head slightly. “You’re up early, Engineer Stone.”

Ethan paused and swallowed before he spoke. “I couldn’t sleep, sir. There’s too much to process.”

The large man gave a short nod and turned his head to the engineer. “You did good work out there.” His voice was authoritative without needing to rise. “If you hadn’t made the correct decision and turned the tide when you did, we’d have lost a lot more men trying to drag those bitches out of the rocks. Many lives have been saved because of your actions, on both sides.”

The black-haired man shifted his weight as a shudder ran down his spine. It had been a while since he had received praise like that. “I only did what needed doing, sir.”

Magnus turned fully to face Ethan, studying him for a moment before letting his gaze sweep the circle again. “We’re going to need good engineers if this society is going to survive. We need roads, irrigation, clean water systems, and proper defenses.” He paused momentarily as he let the words sink in. “You’ll be of great value around here if you stick around. I’ll treat you far better than that former bitch captain you ever had. You’ll have a rank and respect, and you’ll have your choice of anything—or anyone—you want.”

The tall man turned back toward the stocks and gestured at the naked crew members. “As a token of my appreciation, and a reward for your role in leading Captain Shaw’s group straight into our hands, I will give you first pick of the spoils before the rest of these sluts go to auction in a few days. Take your pick.”

Ethan’s gaze drifted over the eight women, noting how their bodies shone with sweat under the sun. Those same women had snickered and ridiculed him when they first landed on this planet, and then they begrudgingly made him their leader, and now they were here. He noticed that the captain he had lusted after since the first day he met her was not among them. The absence of Kendra tugged at him as he wondered where the beautiful redhead might be. Where had they taken her? What were they doing to her right now?

The 35-year-old spoke with a semi-serious request that he passed off as a joke. “Can I choose Captain Shaw?”

Magnus barked a laugh that rolled across the square, prompting a number of surrounding men to chuckle despite not knowing what they were laughing at. “Your dear captain belongs to me now, Stone. That one’s off the table. But anyone else…” He made a generous sweep with his arm. “They’re all yours.”

Ethan walked the circle slowly. He passed number 2, a petite brunette whose ring gag kept her mouth open in a permanent plea, and let his gaze linger on he way her breasts rose and fell with frightened breasts. He remembered the woman because she had been one of the women to vote for him. He couldn’t remember her name, however, but the name seared on the post above her labeled her as ‘CumguzzleCake’; he chuckled at the name. The engineer moved on to number 4, a tall woman with dark hair and wide, terrified eyes, and considered the soft tremble in her thighs. Finally, he circled back around to number 1.

Sarah stared straight ahead, refusing to meet Ethan’s gaze even as he stopped in front of her. The ring gag stretched her lips invitingly into a wide O, and her drool continued to pool between her legs in humiliating fashion. Her body was taut, her muscles tightened from fighting the stocks, yet the position forced her chest forward in a helpless offering. The dark-haired man gasped lightly. He remembered the way Sarah had looked at Kendra in the cave, her fierce protectiveness of the captain, and the kiss he had secretly witnessed from the shadows. She had never trusted him and used every opportunity to belittle the man. Now she knelt there, exposed and silenced, and something dark and hungry boiled in Ethan’s chest. The man turned back to Magnus. “I think I’ve made my choice,” he said with a soft grin.

The leader followed Ethan’s gaze and laughed again, this time softer, almost approving. “The defiant one. She almost tore off one of my men’s fingers as they got the gag on her. You have good taste.” He waved a hand to his second-in-command, Caleb, who had been watching from the edge of the square. “Caleb, get those invitations sent out by sundown. I want every man scattered across this planet to have the opportunity to witness the wedding of a lifetime. The big event will take place the day after the auction.”

Caleb nodded once and moved off to relay the order. The crowd began to murmur with fresh excitement at the prospect of personally owning one of the remaining seven crew members. Some of the women tried to fidget and fight against their bonds, but they were locked in place, and the captured slaves weren’t going anywhere.

Magnus stepped closer to Ethan and clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Welcome to the new world, Engineer. You’re going to fit right in.”

Ethan looked down at Sarah one more time. Her gaze finally met his, and the hatred there was so pure it almost hurt to look at. He didn’t look away; she belonged to him now.

❖

Three days had passed, and the crater basin now known as New Eden had already begun to take on the shape of permanence. Rows of freshly turned soil stretched across the fertile floor, dark and rich under the beating sun, while flashes of greenery had already begun to sprout on one field. Jeremy Reed walked the edge of the first field with a confident swagger, his boots sinking slightly into the soft ground beside one of his crewmen, a short, stocky man named Tate who carried a tally stick and marked each furrow as it was finished. Ahead of them, two ponygirls hauled heavy wooden plows through the soil, their naked bodies shining with sweat as their tails swayed in a slow rhythm behind them.

Bubblegum led the nearer team. The former blue-haired prisoner had been renamed and reshaped into something far more useful: thick leather straps crossed her torso, lifting and separating her breasts so they bounced with every step, while a long pink tail-plug shifted inside her with each pull of the plow. Nipple bells chimed softly as she moved, a delicate counterpoint to the low grunts she made around the bit gag that kept her words unintelligible. Her calves had been shortened in the same brutal procedure that marked most of Jeremy’s stock, forcing her to balance on the balls of her feet in heelless hooves that dug into the dirt. Every stride made her thighs flex, and after almost a week of constant work, the muscle was beginning to show in her bare legs.

The second ponygirl matched Bubblegum’s pace a few yards away, a dark-haired woman whose name had been erased along with her old life. She was one of the crew members ambushed alongside Ethan and Grace and kidnapped by Jeremy’s group. She had been confined in a tight cage with two of her former colleagues until the faction reached New Eden and unpacked her. She wore an identical harness to the pink-haired pony, her large breasts swaying heavily, the black tail-plug moving inside her with the same unforgiving rhythm. She had a matching ‘WORKHORSE’ brand on her ass, making her role in the new community known. The two ponygirls moved in sync now, conditioned by the whip and the vibrating intrusions that rewarded obedience and punished hesitation. Jeremy watched the pair work, and his lips curled into a slow grin as he noted the neat rows of turned earth behind them. They were moving at a faster pace than he had predicted.

He glanced sideways at the field they had finished the day before, already sown with seeds they had recovered from the fertile vegetation. Thin green shoots had begun to push through the soil, a sign that his new farm was well on its way to success. The sight sent a pulse of excitement through him. “Tell the crew to start preparing the third field,” Jeremy told the man beside him. “We’re ahead of schedule.”

Tate nodded and scratched another mark on his tally stick. “Already on it, boss,” he said proudly. “The boys are hauling timber for the next irrigation ditch. We have to be careful with our water supplies, but we should have it up and running by the end of the week.”

Jeremy gave a short grunt of approval and turned toward the large barn that dominated the eastern edge of the basin. The structure had been built in haste, but it was his crowning jewel. The doors stood wide open, and the sounds of low masculine moans drifted out, a noise that made the leader chuckle.

The man stepped inside, his boots thudding against the packed dirt floor. The barn smelled of hay, sweat, and sex. A long row of breeding devices lines each side of the space, but only the furthest three were occupied. Each of them held a woman bent forward at the waist, her arms secured tightly behind her back in a reverse-prayer position, their breasts hanging free and swaying as the girls twisted and turned. Thick poles hung from the ceiling behind each captive, connected by sturdy leather straps to their ponytails, forcing their heads up and forward as they stared straight ahead through wide, terrified eyes. Their lips were forced apart with ring gags, keeping their mouths open and available.

The woman at the far end was currently being fucked from behind by a worker who grunted hard, his hips driving forward with ravenous force. His hands gripped the captive’s waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pushed deep inside her pussy. His rhythm continued to build until he gave one final thrust and came hard inside the bound Asian-American with a low, feral groan. The woman’s body shuddered, her breasts swinging helplessly beneath her as the worker empties himself inside her before pulling out slowly, leaving a thick trail of semen leaking from her stretched pussy.

Rows upon rows of empty paddocks stretched along the length of the barn, the wooden frames waiting for more women to fill them, each one equipped with the same restraining poles and feeding troughs. Jeremy walked slowly down the aisle, his eyes moving from one bound woman to the next, savoring the sight of their helpless exposure.

Jeremy stopped before the first bound woman. Above the displayed ass, a sign had been nailed into the frame, bold black letters reading DAISY. Below the name, statistics were carved in smaller script: Sexual Interactions: 27 – Status: Unseeded – Fertility Index: 3.5. The woman’s thighs trembled slightly, already slick from her earlier use, but she remained locked in place, the BREEDING CATTLE brand proudly displayed on her rear.

Next came Ebony, a tall black woman whose skin seemed to give off a healthy glow. Her sign read: EBONY – Sexual Interactions: 12 – Status: Seeded (Day 3) – Fertility Index: 0 (Already Seeded). Her belly was still flat, but the knowledge that she carried seed showed in the resigned shift in her posture. The woman had been fucked and was now carrying a future life. She was literally being used as breeding stock. She stared straight ahead through the ring gag, her eyes almost detached from the reality around her.

The third frame held Lotus. Medical Lieutenant Grace Harper’s transformation had been the first and the template for all the others. The branding on her right asscheek stood prominently: the large stylized J with BREEDING CATTLE written beneath it in sharp capital letters, matching all the other women in the barn. Semen leaked from her pussy in slow, viscous trails, evidence of the worker who had just finished with her. Lotus had been used the most out of the trio, yet her body stubbornly refused to impregnate. The worker was still buckling his pants as Jeremy approached, stepping aside and giving his leader a nod before leaving the barn to get back to work.

Jeremy stopped behind Lotus and studied the dripping evidence of her latest use. He reached down with a gloved hand, scooped a thick dollop of the leaking seed onto two fingers, then adjusted his position to bring it to the Asian-American’s gagged face. The ring gag held Lotus’s mouth open in a perfect circle, and he slid his fingers inside without resistance, coating her tongue with the warm, salty fluid.

The leader grinned and leaned close enough that the young former lieutenant could feel his breath against her cheek. “You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?” he growled jovially. “Still fighting every drop.”

Lotus’s eyes blazed with helpless fury, but her body could do nothing as he worked his fingers deeper, forcing her to taste the evidence of her own use. When he pulled them free, a thin string of saliva and semen connected his glove to her lower lip for a moment before it broke.

Jeremy grinned and straightened up. “Are you thirsty?”

Without waiting for an answer he couldn’t receive anyway, he reached for a lever beside the frame and pulled it down. The pole connecting the woman’s ponytail jerked forward, forcing her head down into the shallow metal trough bolted to the floor. Water sloshed as her face plunged in, bubbles rising around her gagged mouth while her body jerked in an instinctive panic. Jeremy counted silently to ten, then released the lever. The pole snapped back up, lifting her head clear of the water. She gasped for air through the ring gag, water streaming down her face and chest, running between her naked breasts.

The farm leader reached out and took both breasts in his hands, squeezing firmly enough to make her whimper. The flesh was soft under his grip, her nipples already hard from the cold water and the constant stimulation of her condition.

“I just got word from the north,” he said conversationally to the helpless livestock. “Magnus Holt caught the rest of your old crew, including that precious captain of yours. He’s throwing a big wedding to celebrate his new bride, and I’ve been invited.”

Lotus’s eyes widened as her pupils flared. The news hit her like a punch in the face. Kendra was one of the toughest and most stubborn son of a bitch’s she knew. Had she been captured, or had she submitted willingly? The thought twisted in her gut as the distant hope of her crewmates finding and freeing her fizzled out. The dark-haired woman tried to shake her head, but the pole held her steady, forcing her to keep looking forward while Jeremy’s hands continued to knead her breasts carelessly.

Jeremy leaned down until his mouth was close to Lotus’s ear. “If all goes well at the wedding and I get the deal I need, you’ll have plenty of company in this stable when I get back. More sisters for you to share the load with.”

He gave her breasts one last firm squeeze before releasing them. The flesh jiggled as Jeremy stepped back. He moved back around behind the bound woman, ran a hand down the curve of her spine, and delivered a sharp smack to her ass that echoed audibly around the barn. The sound made her muffle out a moan in protest.

Jeremy turned away and approached a new worker who had just started his break. “If you can get Lotus seeded on the next attempt,” he said. “I’ll give you a promotion. Impregnate that bitch.”

The man’s grin spread wide, his eyes flashing with sudden ambition and excitement. “Yes, boss. I won’t let you down.”

Jeremy chuckled; his men love a challenge. The worker stepped forward eagerly as Jeremy stepped out of the barn, leaving Lotus to the next round of use. The former lieutenant’s muffled sounds followed him into the sunlight as he looked over at the two ponies hard at work. His farm was taking shape, and soon he would control the planet’s largest food supply, along with the biggest slave breeding program.

❖

Victor Crane sat in a low canvas chair just outside his tent, his legs stretched forward, arms resting along with armrests, while the desert wind carried dry red dust across the oasis in the background.

A rope circle had been marked along the sand, forming a ring large enough for two bodies to maneuver. Inside it, two women struggled in the tight grip of Lustex restraints: Riley Thorn and a runaway female prisoner captured two days earlier, now called Fifi. Both were naked, hogtied with glossy black cords that wound tightly around their wrists and ankles, pulling their limbs together behind their backs until their shoulders strained and their chests thrust upward. Thick Lustex plugs filled their asses, the material warm and slightly pulsing, while matching black ballgags stretched their mouths wide. Sweat coated their skin, their bodies shimmering as each bound woman tried to gain leverage over the other without the use of their hands, feet, or mouths.

The men surrounding the room formed a loose, raucous wall of bodies, their voices rising in rough waves of encouragement and crude bets. Some leaned forward with their hands on their knees, while others stood with their arms crossed, all of them watching the slow, straining contest with the hungry attention of men who had gone too long without release. They had created a new version of wrestling, where the objective was to push your opponent entirely out of the roped circle, all while tightly bound themselves. Victor had declared that the loser of this inaugural contest would be gangbanged by the entire community all night, and so the stakes were high. Each time a woman managed to shove the other even an inch closer to the rope, a fresh roar went up as the men hooted their crude encouragements and laughs.

Riley rocked her torso sideways, using the limited momentum her bound limbs allowed to drive her shoulders into Fifi’s side. The smaller woman growled into her gag, her breasts swinging heavily as she tried to counter with a frantic twist of her hips. The Lustex cords creaked under the strain, snapping back into place whenever one of them pushed too hard.

The crowd leaned in closer, shouting and cheering with each twist and turn. Bets continued to fly while the two women fought on their knees and bellies, the bodies slick, straining, and covered in red dirt. Riley’s thighs trembled from the effort of keeping her balance, the hogtie forcing her chest to arch forward with every shove. Fifi tried to roll away, but Riley followed, using her head like a battering ram and slamming it into Fifi’s shoulders again. The smaller woman tipped sideways, her breasts pressing into the sand as she lost her center. Riley surged forward one final time, driving with her whole body until Fifi’s bound form crossed the rope line.

The men erupted into cheers, clapping hard. Several of the men moved forward, grabbing Fifi’s bound arms and hauling her up. She thrashed weakly, screaming out through her ball gag as the men carried her away from the circle and toward the main communal tents. The promise of the night’s gangbang was about to become a reality for the newly captured slave.

Two anonymous dolls encased entirely in black stood motionless, flanking Victor on either side as he sat. The former space officers had been reduced to glossy, featureless humanoid shapes, every curve of their former bodies exaggerated and sealed beneath the seamless Lustex sheath. Their arms were locked tightly behind their back in a strict armbinder, their elbows touching, their shoulders pushed back so their enlarged breasts thrust forward in a silent offering. No eyes, no mouths, no expressions remained; only smooth black surfaces that gave nothing back. They breathed through tiny vents the material allowed at their nostrils, existing as silent, living statues while the living women fought before them.

Victor’s lips curved into a knowing grin. He leaned up to Officer Haywood, whom he had since renamed ‘Drone 1,’ and spoke in a jovial murmur. “I knew my girl would win. She’s a firecracker.”

The doll gave no response. The glossy surface remained black, her arms still locked behind her, body held in perfect stillness while the men continued to cheer and disperse.

As his men began to disappear, Nathan Malik approached from the direction of the successful water pump, a rolled parchment in his hand. He stopped beside the chair, glancing at the two anonymous dolls for a moment before giving his leader a short nod and extending the document.

“We just received a message, boss,” Nathan said, his voice carrying a sense of careful excitement.

Victor took the parchment and unrolled it, his eyes moving quickly across the text. His eyebrow lifted, and for a moment his usual guarded expression slipped, replaced by genuine surprise. He looked up at the motionless dolls he had initially been gifted by Magnus in return for water access, almost as if he was expecting a reaction, and thought he heard the faintest muffled sound from one of them. He tilted his head, listening, but the anonymous ornaments were as silent as ever.

Nathan waited until Victor met his gaze again. “Captain Shaw and her band of misfits have been caught,” he continued. “Magnus and his settlement took them all. The message says he’s hosting a grand wedding to celebrate his union with the former captain. We’re invited to the big event as guests.”

The wiry leader let the parchment roll closed in his hand as he took in the news and allowed himself to smile. He stood slowly and turned towards the formerly mohawked Riley, who still lay helpless in the center of the ring.

He crossed the sand in three long strides, crouched beside the exhausted woman, and worked the Lustex hogtie straps loose. The black cords appeared to respond to the man’s touch and peeled away from Riley’s skin. The gagged woman collapsed forward on her front, gasping through the ball gag, her muscles shaking from the effort of the fight.

Victor rested a hand on the back of her head, stroking her ridiculous pigtailed blonde hair almost gently, like a man soothing a favored pet after a hard workout. “Rest up, doll,” he told her intimately. “We have a long journey ahead.”

Riley’s head lifted slightly, her eyes finding his. The fury there hadn’t dimmed, but exhaustion softened its edges. She couldn’t speak or retort, but she had become used to that. However, the look she gave the man alone was enough to make Victor’s smile widen.

He rose and brushed the sand from his pants, already turning his mind toward the journey north. The wedding would be more than a celebration: it would be an opportunity. Magnus had the numbers. Victor had the Lustex. Together they could build something larger than either had managed alone. And if the former captain was truly broken and the planet entirely belonged to the men, the possibilities for trade, influence, and control became almost endless.

❖

The town square in Magnustown still bore the marks of the morning’s slave auction. Empty stocks stood in a loose ring, while the central sign advertising the event had been removed. Workmen moved through the space with purpose, setting up long benches for the wedding guests and hauling crates of food and drink toward the town hall steps.

In the background, the pre-wedding festivities were in full swing. A dirt track had been cleared inside a fenced-off area, and ponygirl races circled it in tight, furious loops. Six women pulled small one-man carts, naked except for the leather harnesses that crossed their torsos and lifted their breasts invitingly. Long tails swayed behind the plugs wedged in their ass, and nipple clamps bit against their sensitive teats while they tried to beat each other. Men crowded the edge of the fences, items changing hands while they shouted names at the self-declared bookmaker.

One ponygirl, a lean brunette with thick, muscled legs, surged ahead on the final turn, her breasts bouncing wildly as the cart rattled behind her. The rider leaned forward and snapped his whip across her shoulders to motivate the enslaved woman to make the final push. The crowd roared as the poor ponygirl crossed the line first.

Closer to the center of the square, a small iron cage hung from a tall post, with a sign declaring “plug the tail on the puppy.” Inside knelt a cramped former crew member, her body forced into a tight red leather bitchsuit, which kept her elbows and knees fully bent, preventing her from attempting to stand. A bright red ball gag filled her mouth, the harness straps buckling over her head. Men lined up one after another, each one handed a thick tail-plug by an attendant who stood beside the cage with a grin. The aim of the game was simple: contestants were blindfolded and had fifteen seconds to slide the plug inside the slave puppy’s ass to win. With the cage suspended and swinging, and the space large enough for the poor bound woman to wriggle around, the task was harder than it looked.

The blindfolded men stepped forward one by one with their hands outstretched, groping the air until their palms found the bars or brushed the captive’s exposed skin. The woman inside twisted her hips, trying to avoid the probing fingers, but the confined space held her in place, knees and elbows bent, ass raised high against the bars. The first man fumbled, sliding the plug along her thighs instead of finding the target, drawing a burst of laughter from the crowd. The second fared better, pressing the tip against her entrance within five seconds and pushing firmly until the plug popped inside with a wet sound. The woman’s body jerked hard, a muffled scream vibrating through her gag as her muscles clenched around the intrusion. The successful man ripped off his blindfold and pulled triumphantly on the tail, earning a roar of approval and a handful of coins from the organizer. He stepped back, grinning, as the slave’s handler popped the plug back out to prepare her for the next game.

Further around the square, the newly auctioned slaves, former members of Captain Shaw’s rebellious crew, were being paraded around by their new owners. One woman crawled naked on all fours, her wrists and ankles hobbled with short chains, and a thick collar around her neck connected to a leash her master held loosely. Another was led upright, her arms bound tightly behind her back, and a cleave gag keeping her silent, her impressive breasts bouncing with every step. Among them crawled the former Lieutenant Emily Ward. Her new black leather bitchsuit clung to her body like a second skin, forcing her breasts through round cutouts so they displayed prominently and swayed beneath her as she crawled on her elbows and knees. A thick bone gag stretched her mouth and rendered her unintelligible, giving her the very appearance of a human puppy. The black leather pet collar around her neck bore a simple plate reading FUCKPUPPY, her new name. Her new owner, a broad-shouldered former inmate who ran Magnustown’s communal kitchen, kept a firm grip on the leash, tugging it occasionally to make his new pet crawl faster. Emily’s knees left shallow grooves in the dirt as she crawled past the ponygirl track, her eyes fixed on the ground, still internally recalling how her deciding vote had ultimately cost the group their freedom.

At the gated entrance to the settlement, Victor Crane entered with half a dozen of his crew walking in loose formation behind him. His two anonymous Lustex dolls trailed silently at the rear, and Riley Thorn walked at his side on a short leash. Riley’s body was encased in a sleeveless black Lustex bodysuit that emphasized every curve. A wide window kept her breasts bare, her nipples erect and exposed, while another opening revealed the entrance to her pussy and ass. A thick collar circled her neck, connected to a leash Victor held possessively in one hand. She tottered on the tall black stilettos forced onto her feet with her gaze fixed forward. This was the woman’s first venture this close to the crashsite since she’d been captured, and the thought of the criminals she shared a confined space with seeing her like this sent shivers down her spine.

Victor paused at the edge of the square, taking in the races, the cage game, and the slaves being walked around. This was a true community of paradise for the perverted, controlling man. The locals stopped to stare and admire the blonde-wigged slave and the glossy rubber dolls propping up the rear.

The faction leader gave his slave’s leash a light tug. “Go enjoy yourself, boys,” he told his crew calmly. “I have some business to attend to inside, but I’ll join you after.”

The men began to disperse and filter into the bustling crowd. One drifted toward the ponygirl track, another toward a public spanking display, eager to have a little fun in this barren world after weeks of hard work. They took the two Lustex dolls with them, positioning the glossy black figures beside the betting fence so men could admire the seamless encasement and exaggerated curves as they placed wagers.

Victor and Riley were left alone at the square’s edge. He turned toward the towering town hall and started walking, Riley matching his pace beside him. One of his men followed a step behind, dragging a heavy suitcase across the dirt.

The town hall doors stood open, and the interior hummed with busy activity. Men moved crates, hung banners, and arranged benches for the ceremony. Several paused when Victor entered, their eyes sliding over Riley’s inviting body, lingering on the cutouts that framed her breasts and holes. She kept her gaze forward and tried to ignore the leering eyes. She was humiliated, but the gagged slave tried not to let it show. Victor led her straight through the hall toward a large chair at the front where the self-declared Magnustown mayor, Magnus Holt, sat overseeing the preparations.

Beside the chair hung a small wooden cage, suspended from a thick beam. Inside it sat Kendra Shaw, completely naked, collared, with her hands gripping the bars as the cage swayed gently. The bandless black Lustex ring gag Magnus had forced onto her when she arrived still held her mouth open in a wide, helpless circle. Other than that, she was unbound, but the wooden cage ensured there was no chance of escape.

Victor stopped in front of the chair and inclined his head, enjoying the view of the hanging cage before turning his attention to the bald man. “I like what you’ve done to the place, Magnus,” he said respectfully. “This place is becoming a real town.”

Magnus rose from the chair and stepped down the single step until he stood inches away from his visitor. “Thanks for coming,” he replied, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder in a sign of mutual respect. “It means a lot to have you and your men here for the celebration.”

The thin visitor’s gaze drifted back to the hanging cage. The red-headed former captain stared back through the bars, her eyes fierce despite her helpless position, while she shook her hands against the wood.

“You’ve caught yourself a pretty one there,” the man said, nodding toward the captive.

Magnus stepped beside him and looked up at the cage, a slow smile spreading across his face. “She looks a lot better than she did in that awful masculine uniform,” he agreed. “But she’ll look a lot better tomorrow.”

Victor’s smile widened. “About that,” he said before signaling to the man behind him.

The workman stepped forward and set the suitcase at Magnus’s feet. The bald man glanced down at the sealed package and raised his eyebrow.

“I’ve been working to perfect the substance we found,” Victor explained as Magnus stared at the suitcase. “I’m calling it Lustex. I carefully designed a wedding outfit that I think you’ll love. Feel free to use it tomorrow if you wish.”

Magnus gratefully took the handle of the suitcase and dragged it in his direction. “Thank you,” he said warmly. “I’m grateful for the gift.” He then glanced up at his trapped bride and smiled sadistically. “I’m sure my new bride will enjoy wearing it.”

The large, bald man shook Victor’s hand firmly, his grip lingering for a moment as he met the other man’s eyes, as if he were trying to assert his dominance quietly. “I look forward to working together and trading,” Magnus said. “Our communities can help each other flourish.”

Victor nodded once, the handshake sealing an unspoken agreement between the two. He turned and led his former rebel slave back toward the square, leaving Magnus to his preparations and the swinging cage that held the former captain in silent anticipation of tomorrow’s ceremony.

Outside the settlement, two workhorse ponygirls led a heavy cart at a fast trotting pace, Jeremy Reed sitting on the front bench with the reins loose in his hands. The cart was designed with four small empty cages bolted along its sides. The ponygirls, Bubblegum and Nissa, trotted through the gates, their hooves kicking up dust as their tails swayed in unison. The cart leader pulled the reins gently, guiding his livestock to a sturdy hitching post beside the town hall. He climbed down, secured the ponygirls with quick knots, and then turned to the crewman who had ridden beside him.

“Scout the town,” Jeremy said as he looked around at the bustling environment. “We’re not going to leave here without four new breeding cattle filling our cages. The future population of this planet is at stake here.”

The crewman nodded once and moved off into the crowd, leaving Jeremy alone. The new rancher looked up at the grand hall and grinned. That bald son of a bitch had really created something here. He stepped forward toward the entrance, hoping he could secure a deal before the big celebration.

❖

The following day, the town hall’s interior had been transformed into a luscious display of extravagance, as much as it could have been in the barren world. Long benches lined both sides of the central aisle, filled with men from every faction that had come to witness the event. Their slaves knelt beside them on the wooden floor, naked or barely covered, leashes held in their owner’s calloused hands. At the front, a raised platform stood ready, flanked by two tall torches that cast flickering shadows across the impressive room. The hanging cage that had housed Kendra the afternoon before now hung empty to the side of the hall.

Magnus Holt walked down the aisle in a dark suit that fit perfectly over his large shoulders. The fabric had been tailored by his foreman and tailor, Rusty, the vest left open to reveal the smart white shirt beneath. He moved slowly, enjoying the sight of the community coming together to celebrate his big day. As he reached halfway, he stopped before Rusty, clapping a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Thanks for the suit,” Magnus said, his voice carrying across the room. “You outdid yourself with the resources available.”

The foreman grinned, his head dipping in acknowledgment as he absently stroked the blonde hair of his busty slave, Titflesh, her eyes downcast as she knelt beside him.

Magnus continued forward until he reached the platform. He climbed a single step and stood beside Caleb, who waited with his arms folded, his eyes scanning the crowd.

Caleb leaned in slightly. “You’ve done it, sir,” he said, his voice quiet enough for only Magnus to hear. “You’ve brought these selfish bastards together to build a community all of mankind can enjoy.”

The bald man nodded once, his lips slipping into a slow smile. “The emphasis was on ‘man’ kind,” he replied jokingly.

A ripple of laughter moved through the front row of men who overheard the leader’s comment. The men settled back, their hands resting on the leashes of their subservient slaves.

Ethan Stone sat near the aisle, his legs spread as he tangled one hand in his new slave’s black hair. Sarah knelt naked between the hated man’s thighs, collared, her arms locked in a tight black armbinder behind her back, an extremely wide and painful ring gag stretching her mouth into an open circle. Ethan slid the lesbian former officer’s head up and down with casual indifference, forcing her lips to slide over his exposed cock in slow, deep strokes. When the engineer let her head rise for a moment, Sarah’s hazel eyes lifted to meet his, filled with pure hatred that only made Ethan’s cock harder.

Ethan met the woman’s stare without flinching. “Are you enjoying your new role around here, Cumbucket?” he asked menacingly, using the new name he had adopted for his claimed slave and former superior.

Sarah’s nostrils flared, but she couldn’t answer. Ethan tightened his grip on her loose hair and pushed her head down again, burying his shaft deep down her throat until her lips pressed against his base. He held her there for several long seconds, savoring the wet heat and the way her throat worked around him, then let her rise once more before resuming the rhythm.

Magnus watched the exchange with mild amusement, then turned his attention to the far end of the aisle. The crowd quieted as soft music began, a low, steady drumbeat that echoed through the hall. Everyone looked back.

At first, the aisle remained empty. The men waited, holding their breaths in anticipation. Then a woman appeared.

Kendra reluctantly stepped into view, her bright red hair twisted into juvenile pigtails that were tied off with shiny white bands. Heavy makeup coated her face: dark winged eyeliner, long fluttering lashes framed by silver glittery shadow that enhanced her fiery green eyes, soft pink rouge on her cheeks, and glossy pink lipstick over her lips still stretched wide by the black Lustex ring gag. The gag held her mouth in a permanent O shape, suddenly more alluring from the mountains of makeup encasing her. The young captain barely ever wore makeup back at home, and somehow her new face made the experience all the more humiliating.

Her wedding dress, in the loosest possible sense, clung to her body tightly. Tight white Lustex formed a cincher that compressed her stomach to an impossible narrowness, stopping short just below her exposed C-cup breasts, cupping them nicely. Her newly pierced nipples stood erect, large silver rings shimmering against the candlelight as she moved. A thick white Lustex posture collar circled her neck, keeping her chin high, as a silver O-ring dangled from the front. The former captain’s arms were forced behind her in a special armbinder that locked them into an uncomfortable reverse prayer, pulling her shoulder back as her elbows almost touched painfully. A rubber-style garter belt hugged her hips, white fishnet stockings attached and running down her legs, leaving her now shaved pussy and ass completely bare. Extreme white ballet boots locked her feet into a painful en pointe position, forcing every step into a slow, tottering wobble. Every strand of hair below the redhead’s eyebrows was removed from her body, and her skin was covered in a light coating of glitter, making her shimmer like a Christmas tree.

It took the Lustex-encased bride an age to totter down the aisle as everyone stared appreciatively at her. Halfway down, she noticed Ethan sitting with his legs spread, grinning widely at the redhead with a victorious grin. The posture collar stopped the bride from being able to witness Sarah sucking the man’s cock between his legs, but Ethan pulled the gagged woman’s head up so he could force Sarah to appreciate her former captain and lover’s new state of dress. Sarah gasped in horror through the ring before Ethan slid her mouth back over his cock, resuming her task.

When Kendra finally reached the platform at the front, Magnus stepped down to meet his restricted bride. He cupped her beautiful face with both hands. He kissed her gagged lips, pressing firmly against the stretched circle of her mouth, his tongue invading the open orifice. Kendra’s body tensed, but she could do nothing to pull away, and she overheard a soft ripple of applause from the disgusting men around her. The bald man broke the kiss before attaching a thin white leash to the front of her collar. He led the teetering woman up onto the platform before tugging downward, forcing Kendra to her knees beside him.

A man stepped forward to officiate—tall, lean, wearing a simple black vest. He looked like no priest Kendra had ever seen, and the cruel smile on his face told her that he wasn’t going to be her savior.

The officiant looked out over the crowd. “Today, we join Master Magnus Holt and his obedient slave in eternal bond,” he began. “A union of strength and submission, power and pleasing. The bride will serve, the Master will command, and together they will build the future of this world.”

There was a tense silence before the man turned to Magnus. “Do you, Magnus Holt, take this bitch to be your obedient, loyal slave, to use, to command, to breed, and to own for as long as she draws breath?”

The bald man’s smile widened at the verbalization of his vows. “I do,” he uttered confidently, glancing down at his kneeling bride.

The officiant shifted his attention to Kendra. “And do you, slave whose name is irrelevant, take Magnus Holt as your commanding, perfect Master, to obey, to serve, to please, and to submit without question?”

Kendra stared straight ahead, silent. The ring gag prevented speech, but even without it, she wouldn’t have answered the man.

“A simple grunt will be enough,” he told her, eliciting a chuckle from the hall.

The redhead stubbornly knelt and stared silently ahead. Magnus sighed before reaching down, taking one of Kendra’s pierced nipples between his fingers, and twisted hard. Pain shot through the former captain’s chest, prompting a grunt to force its way past the gag unwillingly. The noise created another brief round of laughter from the attendees.

The officiant nodded. “With permission granted, the branding ceremony may begin.”

Kendra’s green eyes widened in horror at the man’s words. She suddenly struggled against Magnus’s touch as he held her leash close and pulled her up to her feet, forcing the redhead to totter on the painful heels. The bald man held his slave closed, manhandling her rear before landing a stinging slap on her buttocks. He then forced her over to a sturdy wooden bench positioned at the side of the platform. He bent her forward over it until her ass was displayed high and vulnerable in front of everyone. He reached down and tied the end of his leash to a bolt in the ground, preventing the woman from straightening up.

Caleb stepped forward with the branding iron, its tip already glowing red from the brazier nearby. He handed it to Magnus with a respectful nod. The bald man grinned and positioned himself behind the former captain, one hand resting on the small of her Lustex-clad back to hold her steady.

The mayor of Magnustown pressed the iron against the woman’s right asscheek. The sizzle of flesh meeting the hot metal filled the hall, followed by Kendra’s sharp, muffled cry of pain through her gag. The redhead’s body jerked against the leash, a solitary tear dropping from the usually stoic woman’s eye, but her new Master held her firm until the iron had done its work. When he pulled away, the words PROPERTY OF MAGNUS HOLT stood out in bold, angry block capitals, the skin around them red and tender.

With that, the crowd erupted in applause with their fists pumping, voices shouting approval. Magnus stepped back, handed the iron carefully back to Caleb, and untied the leash, pulling Kendra upright. She swayed on her ballet boots, pain radiating from the fresh brand as she stared out in total humiliation. She had actually been branded like livestock. Months ago, she was a powerful, ambitious young space captain, and now she was a naked, gagged slave for a misogynistic criminal.

The officiant raised both hands. “By the power vested in me by this community, I declare you Master and slave. May your union be fruitful, your obedience absolute, and your dominance unquestioned.”

The hall filled with cheers. The bald leader tugged the white leash once more, leading Kendra down the steps and through the center aisle. She hobbled beside him, her ass burning as she tried to keep up. They passed Ethan’s bench, where Sarah still knelt between his legs, the lesbian’s mouth working steadily over the engineer’s cock. Ethan met Kendra’s eyes for a brief moment as he gave her a nonchalant nod before pushing Sarah’s head down again, burying himself in her throat.

Magnus led his new slave bride toward the exit, the crowd slowly following behind them, some hands opportunistically reaching out to touch her bare skin as she passed. The ceremony was complete, and the new order of this red planet had been sealed in flesh and fire.

❖

Magnus led Kendra through the narrow corridor that connected the town hall to his private wooden residence, the leash in his hand pulling her without a care for his bride’s balance. The extreme white boots continued to force her feet into a painful arched position, making each movement a slow, tottering wobble that sent fresh jolts of pain through her calves.

The man walked her through his living quarters and pushed open the heavy wooden door to his bedroom before dragging his bride inside. The room was simple but imposing, not least due to the large four-poster bed that dominated the center of the space. Magnus released the leash just long enough to grab the redhead by the waist and throw her onto the mattress like a rag doll. Kendra landed on her back with a muffled grunt, the impact jarring her bound arms and sending a fresh wave of pain through the new brand.

As Magnus approached, Kendra reacted instantly. One fishnet-clad leg lashed out in a desperate kick, the sharp heel of her strict boot catching Magnus across the cheek. A thin line of blood appeared on his skin as the man grunted.

The bald man froze for a heartbeat, then touched the cut with two fingers and looked at the red smear. His smile returned, slow and dangerous. His new slave hadn’t broken entirely yet. “That was a mistake, bride,” he growled at her.

Magnus grabbed both of Kendra’s ankles before she could hit out again, his fingers closing around them viciously to stop her from causing any further damage. The gagged redhead tried to twist away, but Magnus was stronger. He forced one leg upward, pinning it against the headboard post, then reached for the leather cuff waiting there. The strap snapped shut around the high-heeled ankle with a sharp click. He took the other leg, repeating the motion until both ankles were secured high above her head, spreading Kendra’s thighs wide and lifting her hips off the mattress.

The former captain suddenly found her pussy and ass fully exposed, the garter belt and fishnet stockings framing them in an obscene invitation. The position left Kendra completely helpless, with her arms pinned painfully behind her back, and her gag keeping her silent except for the wet sounds of her breathing.

The criminal stepped back to admire his work. The former captain lay spread and vulnerable on the bed that would become her new prison. She struggled hopelessly against her position, but her wriggling only widened the man’s grin. Magnus circled to the side, running a hand along the inside of the woman’s thigh, feeling the tremor in her muscles. “You will learn your new place as the queen slave of Magnustown,” he told her calmly. “Forget about those ridiculous notions of being a strong, independent lady. This is your purpose now, and today will be your first lesson.”

He climbed onto the bed and moved his hands to the front of his suit jacket, unbuttoning it slowly before shrugging it off and letting it fall behind him. The white shirt followed, revealing the hard planes of his toned, intimidating chest and the faint scars that marked years of violence. He unbuckled his belt, slid his pants down, and kicked them aside until he stood naked above her, his cock already thick and hard.

Kendra’s eyes widened above the gag, her body tensing against the cuffs. She tried to pull her legs together, but the restraints held firm, keeping her open and exposed. Magnus knelt between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips to hold the woman steady.

“The main duty of a queen,” he told her, “is to create an heir.”

The bald man positioned himself at the redhead’s entrance, the head of his cock brushing against her slick folds. Kendra’s muffled protest vibrated uselessly through her gag as her body arched in futile resistance. Magnus leaned forward and stretched the slave open inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her.

He began to move, slow at first, savoring the way his bride’s body clenched around him. His hands roamed upward, cupping her breasts and squeezing until Kendra’s nipples hardened further against their new silver rings. He pinched one, twisting just enough to make her back arch further off the mattress, a sharp grunt escaping her mouth. The rhythm built steadily, his hips driving deeper, each thrust forcing her body to rock against the cuffs that held her ankles apart.

Magnus leaned down, his mouth close to her ear as he fucked her. “You’re going to give me sons,” he growled. “You’re going to carry them, nurse them, and raise them to rule this world the way that men should rule.”

The bald man thrust hard as the bed creaked beneath them. Kendra’s muffled cries grew more desperate, her body trembling as a forced orgasm started to approach. Her pussy clenched around the hated criminal involuntarily, betraying her even as her eyes burned with defiance.

He fucked the slave with increasing force, his hands gripping her hips to pull her onto him with every stroke. Magnus’s breathing grew short, his thrusts erratic as he neared the edge. He leaned down, his mouth finding the redhead’s neck just above the collar. His teeth grazed her skin before he bit down hard enough to leave possessive marks. Kendra’s body jerked upward, a strangled moan escaping the gag as the combination of pain and pleasure pushed her over the brink.

Magnus came with a low groan, burying himself deep and holding there as he filled his slave wife. His hips pressed tight against hers, his cock pulsing inside her while her pussy clenched around him. Kendra’s body shuddered underneath, and she closed her eyes in shame as she matched his orgasm.

The leader stayed inside the woman for several long moments. Eventually, he pulled out slowly, watching his seed leak from her stretched pussy and drip onto the sheets below.

He looked at her, still spread and helpless, as her eyes glazed with exhaustion and humiliation. “Welcome to your new life, queen slave,” he told her as he stood. “This is only the beginning.”

The former captain had no choice but to stay in place with her arms fastened behind her back, her mouth pried open, and her legs spread wide above her head as Magnus redressed himself. The bald leader gave his bride one final smirk before he turned and left the room, leaving the redhead alone as she realized her life would never be the same again.

End of Chapter Five

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Status Report

Kendra Shaw - Alive, enslaved; branded “PROPERTY OF MAGNUS HOLT” on right asscheek; now Magnus’s branded “queen slave” and “bride”.

Emily Ward (Fuckpuppy) - Alive, enslaved; naked in full black leather bitchsuit (elbows/knees bent, breasts through cutouts); bone gag; collared; crawling on all fours on leash as communal kitchen owner’s pet.

Sarah Blaze (Cumbucket) - Alive, enslaved; naked, tight black armbinder, extreme wide ring-gag; owned by Ethan Stone.

Grace Harper (Lotus) - Alive, enslaved by Jeremy; naked in breeding frame in New Eden barn. Used constantly.

Engineer Ethan Stone - live, free; allied with Magnus; rewarded with first pick of captives; chose and now owns Sarah Blaze (“Cumbucket”)

Magnus Holt - Alive, free; ruler of Magnustown; officially married to Kendra Shaw as Master/slave union; branded her as personal property; fucked and filled her on wedding night; planning expansion and trade with Victor.

Caleb Miles - Alive, free; Magnus’s second-in-command; overseeing town security.

Victor Crane -  Alive, free; ruler of water-camp; attended wedding as honored guest; brought Riley, two Lustex dolls, and suitcase of custom Lustex wedding outfit as gift to Magnus; received invitation and is positioning for larger alliance/trade.

Nathan Malik - Alive, free; Victor’s second; accompanied Victor to wedding.

Jeremy Reed - Alive, free; ruler of New Eden crater basin; attended wedding; brought ponygirls and empty cages; actively hunting 4 more women to fill stable/breeding program; seeking trade deals with Magnus.

Riley Thorn - Alive, captive; naked except for black Lustex bodysuit with breast/pussy/ass cutouts; tall black stilettos; collared & leashed; wearing blonde pigtail wig.