You meet so many different kinds of men when you’re a temple prostitute in New America.

Minutes ago I had finished servicing a Swiss banker. His desires were typical. I met his desires with the zeal of my profession. I had voraciously sucked his dick. He deserved excellent service. My honor depended on it. I had swallowed every morsel of his manly juices. I had ridden him, pleasuring him with my cunt while he stroked my tits. I had stared into his eyes. I’d ensured he felt my worshipful attitude towards him. The attitude I would provide for any man. As was appropriate. My life’s entire purpose is to give great service to men. I was glad I could apply my years of training on how to please men.

The banker left. I was now scheduled to rest for a short time. Rest is important. I must provide my best full service to every man.

I glanced at the small mirror on my nightstand. I could see my flowing luxurious blonde hair, blue eyes, and perfect light skin. My perky DD bust jutted out. My tits were barely covered by my red lingerie. I delighted in my privilege of serving men with my pretty face and hot body.

A man quietly entered my bedroom chambers. He was about 30 years old, 5’11”, with dark hair and a muscled body. I guessed he was of Italian descent. His dark clothes suggested he was from beyond. He was unexpected, but he was a man. I knelt before him. I pleaded, “I am so sorry, sire. I did not expect you. How may I please you, sire?”

The man put a finger to his mouth, telling me to be quiet. Fear gripped me. I wasn’t supposed to give the normal greeting? I hadn’t known that! Had I unintentionally offended a man? I wanted to prostrate myself and beg for his forgiveness. I feared my begging might offend him more. I continued to kneel. I waited for his next command.

He crouched next to me. He whispered into my ear, “Tonight, before you lay on the calming table, stealthily put these two sticky pads on behind your ears. Take the pads off when you’re done at the table. Hide the pads from everyone, even from men. Don’t let anyone see them, know about them, or find them. Don’t tell anyone about me or my friends. Follow my instructions exactly.”

The strange man handed me two small tan metallic pads, each the size of a fingernail. One side of each was sticky. I took them.

He whispered again. “Quickly, hide them where they won’t be found by anyone, even by men.”

I nodded. Hiding something from men was a foreign concept to me. Keeping secrets from men was inexplicable. He was a man, so I would obey. He must have reasons for asking me to do this. I am a simple temple prostitute. As a man he understood many things that I, as a mere female, could never hope to understand. Perhaps this was a test. It did not matter what the reason was. My purpose is to serve and obey all masculine commands.

I stuck the sticky pads under my bed’s wooden headboard. Their light tan color was similar to the color of my skin and the headboard. Their similarity of color would make the pads hard to see.

The man snuck out. He left me with questions and mysterious contraband.

The rest of my day was uneventful. Three other men came for my services. I worshiped each man with my body. I supplied endless sexual delights to them.

The first man was a Japanese man from beyond. He was in his early 20s. He rode me and fucked my cunt. He started with a missionary position, repeatedly thrusting his long dick into my wet shaved furrow. He next had me stand and touch my toes with my legs spread. He fucked my cunt from behind. I couldn’t hold this position long. I did a slow fall into a prone position. He continued to piston into my slit. He finally came into me. Once he was done, I knelt and joyfully thanked him for the opportunity to serve him.

The second man was a middle-aged Russian man from beyond. He angrily slapped me, on my face and body. He said I was worthless. I agreed with him wholeheartedly. He continued to slap me and roughly assert his dominance. I tearfully assured him I would do whatever he wanted. He knocked me to the ground and demanded I get on all fours. I complied. He roughly penetrated me in my ass with his girthy dick. He came in my ass. It hurt and it was degrading. I knew I deserved no better. Once he was done, I knelt and joyfully thanked him for the opportunity to serve him.

The third man was a local man, Kevar. He was a guard for the gate to beyond. I had never met him or had the opportunity to serve him before. I’d heard about him from other girls.

Kevar’s story was typical for a guard. He had been recruited in the beyond as a poor eighteen-year-old man. A six-month bootcamp, followed by four years of training while performing his duties, had transformed him. He was now a powerfully muscled man with expertise in hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship, and other military skills. No doubt he had grown to embrace the values of New America. I had seen this growth many times before. He must be doing well. I knew being a guard of the gate to beyond is a trusted position. I knew he regularly received the sexual delights that trusted warriors deserved from girls. His future looked bright. Every promotion would give him increased access to such delights. I hoped I would become part of his servicing.

As always, I was kneeling when he entered my bedroom. I nearly swooned when I saw Kevar’s brown body. I noted his tightly curled black hair, his muscled arms, and his aura of masculine authority. It was such an honor to serve this man. He was a man who served New America and protected it with his life. I greeted him as I did every man.

“How may I please you, sire?”

Kevar smiled. He wordlessly sat and took me over his knees. He gave me a long and thorough spanking on my bare bottom and thighs. Many men enjoyed demonstrating their dominance over girls. It was their right. I was glad he had decided to use only his hand. A hand spanking didn’t hurt as much as the other forms of discipline I experienced. His powerful hand and arm delivered a severe disciplinary session to me. I thanked him for teaching me who was in authority. After he disciplined me, he had me suck his cock. I gave him the best possible experience based on my years of training. I swirled his cock with my tongue. I deep throated him. I petted his balls and gently teased the skin around his cock. I was finally allowed to swallow his seed.

I was kneeling, so I looked up into his eyes from my knees. With all joy and sincerity I said, “Thank you for the opportunity to serve you, sire.”

He looked down at me and smiled. “Cunt, that felt great. Your name’s Eva, right? I was told you were good at head. They were right. Nice. I have to go now. I’ll be back.”

I beamed with pleasure. A man had given me a compliment! A man had approved of me! My service had been appreciated! Appreciated by a warrior of New America! I bubbled with happiness in my response. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, sire. I am so glad I brought you pleasure. Yes, yes, please, let me give you pleasure another time. I would be delighted to serve you again and again. It would be a true honor to serve you. Thank you, thank you.”

Kevar left my bedroom. My admiring eyes followed him. Gratitude to him for his kind words filled my heart. I couldn’t wait to serve him again. The idea of his return overwhelmed me with happiness. I briefly wept from joy.

My final shift of the day was done. I had done my duty to the best of my abilities. I rejoiced in my opportunity to serve these men. I had even received a compliment from a man! Service to men was sometimes challenging but it was always rewarding.

It was time for me to go to the calming table. I changed into my simple one-piece robe. I cinched its belt to keep it from exposing my body. The robe did not cover much of my body anyway. It had no arms and stopped below my bottom. I now needed to bring my contraband. I looked down at my DD breasts. They were only partly covered by the robe. I extracted the pads from the bed. I carefully stuck each pad under my breasts on my underboobs, as far up as I could. No one would see them, even when I removed my clothing.

I left my room and went down the hall. I entered the room with the calming table. I disrobed. The male attendant briefly looked me over. He briefly felt the back of my head with his hands. He stroked my long flowing blonde hair. He briefly stroked my breasts and felt up my cunt, as he usually did. He distractedly ordered, “Cunt, lie down.”

“Yes, sire! I love to please you! I hope I’ll be allowed to please you later.”

I smiled and stared into his eyes. I quickly pressed up my breasts for his pleasure. While he checked out my nipples I stealthily grabbed the pads. I put my hands behind my head. I playfully wiggled my jugs in his direction. His attention was fully on my knockers. I surreptitiously put the pads in place behind my ears while he was distracted. I put my arms down and swayed my curves at him. I ensured my body language promised him future delights. I laid down on the table. I placed my head into an indentation designed for the purpose.

The attendant grinned. He stepped back and pressed a button.

As always, I felt a need to sleep. I closed my eyes. This time I did not go to sleep. The pads behind my ears warmed up. I could still feel an urge to sleep. I rested as if I were sleeping. Twenty minutes later the urge passed. I blinked my eyes.

This was odd. I normally went to sleep once the attendant pushed the button.

I sat up. I spread my legs and put my hands behind my head. I flirtatiously pointed my cunt towards the attendant while removing the pads behind my ears. When I was sure he was looking at my goods below, I deftly hid the pads back under my boobs.

He grinned and said, “perhaps later, cunt.”

I winked back. “Yes, sire. I live to please.”

I re-dressed and went back to my bedroom. Once I was alone I stealthily hid the pads on the bed headboard. I needed to obey the instructions of the mysterious man. Even if I did not understand them.

I went to bed early, feeling tired.

While sleeping I began to have strange dreams. I imagined I was some other girl named Erin. Erin lived in America, not New America. She went to college on a “rich daddy” scholarship. Erin didn’t spend her time sexually pleasing men. I knew this was ridiculous. I knew doing something other than pleasing men was an absurd idea. In my dream, Erin instead spent her time on expensive shopping sprees, fashion, exclusive parties, wine, fine dining, and exotic trips. Erin seemed so real, yet so unreal. I wasn’t sure what purpose Erin had. Erin didn’t seem to have a purpose.

I suddenly woke up with a start around midnight. I looked around. Why would I think my name is Erin? My name is Eva. Isn’t my name Eva?

No, I replied to myself.

My mind suddenly shifted. My mind changed from awake to awakened.

My name’s Erin. Erin Fenstone. I’m in college and … oh god. I’d been on a trip to New York City with my sorority. I wasn’t even supposed to be on the trip. I’d swapped with a sorority sister. She was supposed to be doing most of the guiding during the trip. She’d become swamped with college assignments. I’d felt bad for her. So, although I didn’t want to do all the extra work, at the last minute I’d substituted for her. She was elated. I had little time to prepare to do her job. Few knew I was going before we started. The last thing I remembered was a sudden lurch on the bus. I had hit my head and blacked out.

I had a vague idea that afterwards I’d been living a nightmare as someone named Eva. I couldn’t remember details. What I remembered was a jumble of images involving sex. How long had I been Eva? I couldn’t remember. It felt like it had been months at least.

I’d had a lot of sex as Eva. I instinctively curled up into a fetal position. I’d never had sex in college, even oral sex. I’d been saving my body for marriage. My memories were a blur, but I was fairly sure Eva’s life revolved about sex. I realized my body had been given to men countless times. I tucked in my head in shame and cried.

At 3am a man and woman quietly entered my bedroom chambers. I’m a light sleeper, so their presence woke me up. I pretended to be asleep. I wasn’t sure if I should scream. I was only wearing a short revealing nightie. I carefully regarded them through mostly-shut eyes. They didn’t make any hostile moves. The man was about 5’11”, with dark hair, dark clothes, and a muscled body. The woman was nearly his height and a brunette. She was somewhat thin with a B-cup bust.

The man put his finger to his mouth and quietly said, “shhh.” I found myself instinctively desiring to obey his command. I should obey any man’s command. I needed to please him. Pleasing men is my purpose. Wait, what? It was hard to shake the feeling.

The man whispered, “I know you’re awake. I know you’ve also been awakened. It’s okay. I’m Mark. This is Jenny. We’re here to help you. Please don’t make any loud sounds.”

I nodded. I wanted to obey any man’s command. I didn’t have any better ideas. I decided to listen intently.

Mark quietly asked, “what’s your name? Your real name, not your name here?”

I whispered, “I’m Erin Fenstone. I think my name here is Eva.”

“Perfect. Well, it’s not perfect, but it means you’ve been awakened. It’s good you know your real name. You’ll remember more soon. The other brainwashing effects might also start wearing off over time. We’re not sure.”

“What’s happening?”

“You’ve been kidnapped and repeatedly brainwashed. The sticky pads I gave you earlier counter the brainwashing tables. If you don’t wear them behind your ears, the tables will override your personality and memories.”

“I understand.”

“Sven and I are trying to rescue you and Jenny here.” Mark indicated Jenny with his head. He added, “Sven is my operations partner. Sven and I hope to eventually rescue more women and destroy this kidnapping organization.”

I nodded vigorously in agreement. There were so many things I wanted to know. I decided to start with the basics.

“Where are we?”

“You last remember being in America, right?”

“Yes.”

“You’re now in New America. Its real location is a carefully-guarded secret. We have no idea where this planet is. There are quadrillions of planets in billions of galaxies. We’d never find this place by accident. Sven and I snuck in here through a criminal organization who runs an illegal teleporter. We’re going to help you two escape and bring back information so we can independently find this place.”

“Thank you so much. What’s the plan?”

“Sven and I are going to smuggle you and Jenny out and bring you back to your families. We need both of you to help us expose your kidnappers and help us prove what’s going on. If both of you testify, and we share the physical evidence we’re gathering, we think we can destroy this evil organization.”

“I’ll do everything I can. Why the two of us?”

“Your father and Jenny’s father are rich. Officially both of you girls are dead. Your fathers suspected that you both were alive. Your fathers financed an expensive operation to clandestinely search for you both. Sven and I are the forward operatives. We’ve prepared a way to get you both out. We’ll need your cooperation. Will you cooperate?”

“Yes. Please get me out of here.”

Jenny piped up. “I’ve been serving here as Ji. Mark awakened me first and told me the plan. Mark and Sven brought two capsules. We can each hide in one. The men will smuggle us out tomorrow in the capsules.”

I replied, “I can’t wait. Capsules?”

Jenny responded, “Yes. Everyone who tries to leave New America is strip-searched before they’re allowed near the teleporters. Under local law it’s illegal for women to teleport out. So fake papers wouldn’t help us women escape. We’ll instead hide in capsules.”

“Why would they teleport capsules back?”

Mark interceded, “Two brainwashing tables recently stopped working after a period of time. They were rigged to fail. The capsules came with Sven and me. The men here in New America believe the capsules are replacement parts. In reality, the capsules are empty except for some weights. We’ll hide each of you women inside a capsule and pretend to swap them. We’ll then make the tables work again. They’ll think the new parts fixed it. The capsules we brought are specially lined with lead. The New American security scans won’t reveal your presence when you’re inside them. We’ve told them the capsules are expensive and so we need to repair them back at the factory.”

“Why such a complicated plan?”

“This place is hard to escape from. We don’t have time to tell you all the details. What we need now is your cooperation. Otherwise this could be a disaster for all of us. We are surrounded by people who would kill or torture us if they knew what we were doing. Obviously you must never reveal our identities to anyone else here. If they do realize you’re trying to escape, imagine a big red key labeled ‘forget conspirators’ and turn it hard in a lock. You’ll still be awake, and you’ll vaguely remember someone was trying to help you escape, but you’ll forget everything about who was trying to help you escape.”

I nodded. “Okay. How long ago was I captured?”

Mark hesitated. He replied, “over seven years ago.”

My eyes grew. My mouth dropped. Seven years. Seven of the best years of my life had been stolen in an instant. I couldn’t get those years back. I wanted to cry. I needed more information. I held myself together.

I asked, “What will happen after we escape?”

Mark replied, “As I said, you’ll be able to go back to your family. You’ll need to testify. Everything will be different. A legion of expert assassins and military men will be dedicated to killing you and your family if you leave here. For the rest of your life you and your family will need to hide in a protected enclave and only eat food tested for poison. You’ll all need to stay away from windows and only interact in person with a few trusted people. Also, they’ve taken your eggs and parts of your uterus, storing them god knows where. As retribution I’m sure the New Americans will permanently destroy them. You’ll never have children naturally if you escape. I’m sorry. Please be strong.”

Jenny looked around to see if anyone was listening. She whispered, “I’ll be back here tomorrow morning and tell you more.”

I was emotionally overwhelmed. No more travel. No more lavish shopping sprees. No more fine dining. Fashion would be pointless, I wouldn’t be able to show off my clothes. No children. I would be a prisoner even if I escaped. I would even put my family in danger. I mutely nodded to show my understanding.

They quietly left through the heavy curtain that functioned as my bedchamber entryway. The doorless curtain made it clear I was chattel. I wasn’t even allowed to decide who would enter my bedroom.

I felt dazed from loss. As far as I was concerned, yesterday I was having a carefree happy life. I was now living in a nightmare. I had lost so much. The sooner I could escape the better.