Party Slave
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Zee was beginning to regret her decision to visit her old 
college friend, Anastasia, out here in the Kuiper Belt. Why 
did Anastasia have to live so far out? Even with the 
incredibly fast ships that sped across the solar system, 
necessarily at a distant plane, it had taken Zee months to 
get to Theseus from her home in the crowded Earth orbit. 
And she wasn't sure when she'd got there that the journey 
had really been worth it.

Once upon a time, Theseus had been some kind of planet 
or asteroid, mostly composed of frozen water and methane. 
It hadn't taken very many years from the first landing to it 
being remodelled as a settlement to resolve the ever-
pressing need for more and cheaper real estate. But it was 
old now, showing its age through the inefficiencies of its 
gravity simulators and by the evidence of its rather chunky 
architecture. And this far out in the solar system, there 
were never very many foreign visitors at all. Certainly not 
black ones. For whatever reason, the outer solar system had 
attracted mostly people from the old Central European and 
Russian ethnic groups, who had a reputation for their rough 
frontier personality. Not only her skin colour made her 
different, but also the fact that her hair was brushed out 
into an enormous afro and that she wore a tunic and 
trousers, unlike the dresses and skirts worn by most women 
in this corner of deep space.

Not that there was much for the people of Theseus to do, 
except stare at Zee as she walked through the spaceport 
with her bag of duty-free goods, followed by her luggage 
hovering a metre above the ground behind her. She felt like 
such a freak! Not something she'd ever felt before. But she 
knew it was only a small minority of the frontiersmen who 
actually had any useful work to do: those working in the 
media, or in fashion and design, or in scientific research. 
As everywhere else in the solar system, there just weren't 
enough jobs to go round for the number of people who 
wanted them. Not that those not in work were necessarily 
poor. Millennia of investment and property speculation had 
generated more inherited wealth than could ever be 
consumed in a billion lifetimes.

As Zee surveyed the concourse ahead of her, trying to spot 
her friend in the crowd, she reflected that wealth in these 
outer reaches wasn't that evenly distributed. Bizarre as it 
might seem in this advanced day and age, many people in 
Theseus had to rely on charity to survive. There were men 
and women actually begging at the spaceport. For whatever 
credit they could. These unfortunates had somehow not 
benefited from the legacy of wealth that continued to fuel 
the economic system and which, after all these hundreds of 
generations, was still generating a healthy percentage 
growth rate. One whose physical manifestation had literally 
spread to the stars. 

And there was Anastasia with her brother Sergei and two 
older people, presumably her parents, standing together 
beneath a hovering holograph that had Zee's name 
engraved on it. Zee rushed across the marble concourse 
toward her friend and kissed her on the lips.

 "Zee! I'm so pleased to see you!" burbled Anastasia, who 
was a slightly plump girl with very white skin and long red 
hair. She was wearing a long dress that flowed from her 
shoulders and whose train hovered in the air behind her. 
Dressed very much like her mother, in fact. 

"It's been a hell of a journey!" exclaimed Zee. "And this 
must be Sergei." Zee kissed Anastasia's brother, who was 
thinner than his sister and had shoulder-length hair. He was 
dressed more like Zee - tunic, trousers, and knee-high 
boots - than like Anastasia. Fashion changed very little 
over the solar system, but quite clearly people in Theseus 
were slightly more conservative. 

 "Sergei's been looking forward to seeing you ever so 
much!" Anastasia exclaimed, squeezing her brother's 
crotch under her parents' approving gaze. Zee blanched 
slightly. But this gesture of her college friend reminded her 
of why she'd been so keen in the first place to come out so 
far in the solar system to stay a while with Anastasia and 
her family. Not that she'd much else to do. Like virtually 
all her college friends she'd so far failed to find any 
remunerative employment. Even with a qualification as 
theoretically employable as a degree in linguistics, there 
just weren't any jobs for her. There were only a few things 
left that couldn't be done much better by machine. 
Education. Medicine. Construction. These were all so 
much better entrusted to robots, nanobots and computers. 

Zee kissed the cheeks of Anastasia's parents, who were 
both warm and welcoming. The mother gave her a friendly 
hug, her huge breasts pressed against Zee's rather smaller 
bosom. "I do so hope we get on together, you and I. 
Anastasia said you like the company of women."

Zee nodded her head. Anastasia had obviously told her 
mother about their love affair at college. However, Zee's 
own parents would have been a lot less enthusiastic. For 
whatever accident of history, these outer regions had a 
reputation for sexual license. And Theseus' reputation was 
one of the most licentious. A licentiousness that was not 
nearly as prevalent in the more ancient, slightly staid 
communities in the inner planets.

But it was this very liberal sexual attitude that had saved 
Zee's friendship with Anastasia after they had been an item 
for more than a whole term. When Zee discovered boys, 
and became more sure of her sexuality after having played 
both ways for so long, Anastasia merely shrugged when 
Zee told her that she had started having sex with Roy on a 
regular basis. "So what? What difference does that make? 
As long as I can taste his cock as well." It was then that 
Zee learnt just how far Anastasia's sexual permissiveness 
went. Boys. Girls. Two. Three. Four. All at the same time. 
Her brother. Her father. Her mother. In fact, Zee wasn't 
convinced that Anastasia would even have drawn the line 
at animals. Although Zee was more than delighted to 
introduce Anastasia to her parents as her close friend and 
lover, she would not have told them about some of the wild 
group sex sessions they had enjoyed together. 

Zee had come to miss all that in the years since she had left 
college on the elite campuses of Haley's Comet and had 
returned to live with her parents under the rather more 
predictably constant glare of the Earth orbit Sun. Her 
parents might not mind when she brought home a boy, or 
even, rather less often now, a girl, but they preferred that 
she kept her sexual games confined to her own rooms in 
the condominium. If she'd brought back two or more 
friends at a time, her parents were unlikely to be nearly as 
understanding. But attitudes were rather different here.

Anastasia's father kissed Zee gently, but she could see the 
lust in his eyes. "I hope we get along famously. And you'll 
have plenty of opportunity to get to know every inch of us 
as intimately as you want to. We're having a party 
tomorrow night. We've invited a few friends around. If you 
like dick, as well as my daughter's cunt, then you're going 
to have a good time, Zee sweetie."

"And none of them have seen black cunt before!" 
commented Anastasia's mother, squeezing Zee's hand in 
her own. "Not for real, anyway. That'll be ever so much of 
a treat!"

Zee smiled again. But there was a hint of nervousness 
behind her eyes and the brilliant whiteness of her teeth. 
She'd often wondered what Anastasia's parents might be 
like, as she and her lover had rolled around together on the 
mattress, her tongue exploring the darker pink interior of 
Anastasia's vagina. Anastasia had so often described them 
to her. Sergei's long thin dick and his keenness on anal 
entry. An interest he shared and expressed with his male 
friends. Anastasia's mother and her massive nipples. 
Nipples that Anastasia liked to get stiff and long and then 
stroke against her clitoris. And her father? There seemed 
to be no acrobatic feat of sexual endeavour that he wasn't 
expert in. And when he and Sergei were together, her 
father fucking her in the front and her brother at the back? 
Why! You couldn't believe the fun they had!

Zee could never, would never, imagine such behaviour 
within her own family. But with Anastasia's family, out 
here in the Kuiper Belt, where the round trip for a 
videophone call took nearly a week, Zee felt she could be 
adventurous in a way that even at college she'd felt a little 
constrained.

There was no denying that Theseus was a fairly 
claustrophobic kind of place. Architecture in the time of its 
creation had simply not envisaged the five kilometre high 
vaults and open green spaces of more recent developments. 
And the worst was that there was no Sun. Zee knew that 
outside the settlement, where the temperatures were 
frighteningly close to absolute zero, the Sun was really 
almost exactly the same size as all the other stars in the 
sky. But it wasn't just the long walkways and towering 
buildings that made Theseus such a claustrophobic 
settlement, home though it was to between five and six 
million souls. There was the constant brush of people's 
gaze as she walked along with Anastasia and her family, 
astonished by her huge bush of hair and the skin-tight fit of 
her clothes, not to mention her skin colour. Zee was 
relieved when the family entered their transport pod and 
sped through the underground tunnels to Anastasia's home 
in the outer suburbs of the second city of Agamemnon. 

Compared to Zee's own home, Anastasia's home was 
enormous. Real estate was much better value here. Wide 
open gardens, a huge swimming pool, two or three floors 
of mansion with verandas for every room, and huge trees 
towering above the house around which were fluttering 
doves and gibbering monkeys. Zee knew that Anastasia's 
family weren't too badly off. The inheritance of a fortune 
made from low temperature nanotechnology, when 
exploration to these outer corners of the solar system was 
driven by good economic reasons. They might not be rich, 
exactly, but they were far from being poor. Unlike the few 
beggars that Zee saw at the spaceport and whose presence 
followed them to where the transport pod was parked. 

Zee settled into her bedroom, which was one of several 
spare rooms on the top floor overlooking the swimming 
pool and with a view across the lawns to the other houses 
and mansions that also lined the long tree-lined avenue. 
She gazed out of the window and could just about make 
out the even glow of the powerful light generators two or 
three kilometres above her head, under which floated 
several clouds that, against the blue painted background, 
made the place look deceptively like a proper natural 
planet. Of which, of course, there was only one. And Zee 
had never been able to afford to go there. Earth was by far 
the most expensive and exclusive tourist destination in the 
populated universe.

It wasn't long until Anastasia wandered into her bedroom. 
Zee knew exactly what her friend wanted. She was wearing 
no clothes, and she had perfumed the blonde curly hairs of 
her vagina. She wandered across the room, past the bed 
and sofas to the veranda where Zee had been standing, 
smiling seductively. Zee sighed. It had been so long! And 
she'd last had sex with a woman ooh! months ago. In fact, 
if it hadn't been for that evening with that man on the space 
ship who was returning from a trip to Jupiter, she'd very 
nearly had no sex at all for over a month. Zee put an arm 
around Anastasia's naked back, who reciprocated in kind, 
and the two of them watched the monkeys running up and 
down the tall trees.

Making love with Anastasia again was so much like 
jumping into the same pool again. She remembered her 
friend's smells and scents so well. The roll of her white 
flesh. The slightly thickened lips and the flattened face. 
The smoothness of her vagina: its folds intricate and 
beautiful, the curled blonde hair thick and luxurious. Her 
buttocks into which her fingernails sunk in so deep. And 
Anastasia, as always, was expert in pushing Zee to the 
limits of her passion. How could a tongue, teeth and 
fingers be all that was needed to transport her to such loud 
gasps of ecstasy? Their hands and legs entangled, their 
sweaty bosoms slid against each other, the spicy taste of 
whatever Anastasia had been eating on Zee's tongue. 

And all the while, the artificial dusk spread across the 
suburbs and Zee's image of her lover's ivory white skin 
became greyer and darker, until it was so dark that 
Anastasia commanded the lights to come on. Zee rubbed 
her vagina. It had got quite sore from the attention of 
Anastasia's tongue and her crotch rubbing against hers.

"Sergei will love that. He really would," remarked 
Anastasia, stroking Zee's crotch.

"Not tonight, please," pleaded Zee. "I really am very tired 
after my journey!"

"Of course you are, sweetest. I forgot. But we're all 
dreadfully keen to know you better."

This was very obvious at dinnertime, which was in the 
garden over the swimming pool and under the shade of 
some palm trees. But Zee was genuinely tired. Her 
lovemaking with Anastasia had truly exhausted her, as if 
she were not already drained after her voyage through deep 
space and the odd sensation of shifting through so many 
different gravitational forces. The wine that accompanied 
the excellent food, served by the almost human-looking 
androids, made her feel even more tired. She watched with 
slight amusement as Sergei began kissing his mother. And 
then his father pulled off his clothes, pulled down his 
grinning son's trousers and began thrusting his erect penis 
into his son's arse. His mother knelt down and licked and 
stroked her son's erect penis, while also caressing her 
husband's and guiding its tip into Sergei's hairy arse.

Anastasia placed a hand on Zee's arm and gestured towards 
the activity. "Come on, lover! Let's get it on. It'll be fun!"

Zee shook her head sadly. "I really am very tired. I think all 
I really need is a good night's sleep."

Anastasia frowned. She was genuinely disappointed. "Oh! 
Come on, Zee! Sergei's not been talking about anything 
except getting his dick up your arse. And my father? You 
can see that he's pretty well hung!" Anastasia could see that 
Zee wasn't going to budge. She shook her head again, 
pulled off her dress and joined her family as they rolled 
around on the lawn by the edge of the swimming pool.

Zee felt slightly disconcerted as she watched Anastasia's 
father push his penis into his daughter's anus. Not that it 
was the first time she'd seen Anastasia penetrated in that 
way. But from her father! And Sergei was fucking his 
sister's more commonly used orifice from underneath, 
while her mother kissed and licked her daughter's face. 
Customs in Theseus were clearly quite different from those 
back home in the inner planets. It would take her a while to 
get used to all this. But there was the prospect of the party 
tomorrow at which she was determined to let everything 
go. Then she also would know what it was like to have 
Sergei's dick in her arse. And Anastasia's father's dick in 
her cunt.

However, Zee was getting quite dizzy with exhaustion. She 
staggered out of her chair, dragging the length of the dress 
she'd chosen to wear across the grass, until the train 
recognised what was required of it and levitated several 
centimetres above the ground. She staggered into the 
house, partly with the intention of finding somewhere to 
relieve herself and partly with the intention of collapsing 
into bed. But as she walked in, past the androids that were 
as lifeless as shop display dummies now that they weren't 
doing anything, she wasn't at all sure where to go. And she 
didn't want to interrupt the rather loud and abandoned 
lovemaking to ask directions from any of Anastasia's 
family. The effects of the wine weren't helping her sense of 
direction either.

It was in this way, after pushing open so many doors that 
really didn't lead to anything that resembled either a 
lavatory or a bedroom, that she entered an unlit room on 
the basement floor of the house. At first she thought it was 
empty. In fact she thought there must be something wrong 
with the lighting system that it remained so dim after she'd 
entered it. She had to actually verbally command the light 
to shine brighter. And it was then that she saw Themira.

Zee wasn't at all sure that she was seeing correctly. Surely 
the wine hadn't affected her that much. The girl was totally 
naked. Her neck and ankles were secured by thick iron 
chains and bolts to a post in the corner of the room. She 
appeared to be fast asleep. Zee strode over to the girl. She 
was quite young, certainly younger than either Zee or 
Anastasia, and her head was totally shaved. As indeed, Zee 
could see, so too was her crotch. There were huge metal 
rings threaded through her nipples and another ring 
through her nostrils. There was even a huge metal ring 
threaded through her vagina, right through both sets of lips. 
As Zee's eyes became more accustomed to the sight of this 
pale skin, she became aware of red and blue marks all over 
the girl's back and legs. They were long and thin, as if the 
girl had been hit by a cane or a whip. 

Zee hovered over the girl for a few moments. She was 
feeling somewhat dizzy, and she wasn't sure whether this 
faintness was due to alcohol or to the disorientation caused 
by seeing this peculiar sight. Her main thought was how 
very uncomfortable it must be for the girl to have to sleep 
on that hard floor, with all those metal rings and chains 
restraining her. But the girl seemed to be sleeping. Her 
eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Whatever 
else Zee should do, she shouldn't wake the girl up.

Zee staggered out of the room and made her way to her 
bedroom, where after finally emptying her bowels, she 
pulled off her clothes, collapsed on the bed and was fast 
asleep almost as soon as she'd closed her eyes.

When Zee woke up, she found herself lying next to 
Anastasia, who was similarly naked and whose arms were 
around her. Zee smiled and dreamily kissed her friend.

"I'm oh! so looking forward to the party tonight!" Anastasia 
exclaimed.

Zee leaned over and rested her face on Anastasia's bosom. 
It was so warm and soft. The bush of her long curly hair 
formed a kind of pillow, strands of which brushed against 
her cheeks and thick lips. "I'm sure it'll be fun."

"Everyone'll be there. We're inviting everybody. There's 
Ivan. He's got a massive cock! And you'd be amazed at 
what Sonya can do with a bottle! And you might remember 
Boris. He was a year or two below us at college."

"Will that girl in the basement be there?"

"Girl in the basement? What are you talking about?" 
Anastasia frowned in genuine puzzlement.

"The naked shaven girl. The one with all the chains."

Anastasia laughed, though Zee didn't think it was an 
especially pleasant or sympathetic laugh. "Oh you mean 
Themira. The slave. Yeah, of course she'll be there. She's 
the main attraction. Besides you, of course."

"Slave?" wondered Zee. Was she hearing right?

"Yeah, of course. Slave. You don't have them in your part 
of the solar system, do you? Here, everyone's got one. 
Well, those who can afford them, that is. We've had 
Themira for months now. She's not worn out yet!" 
Anastasia laughed indulgently. "And that's despite Father's 
best attempts!"

Zee frowned. "Slave? The girl's a slave. How can that be? 
Slavery's not existed for millennia. And anyway, what's the 
use for a slave? Robots and machines do everything. 
There's not been slaves since the Second Millennium."

Anastasia laughed delightedly. "You really are funny, Zee! 
Slaves are for sex. You can do it with machines. And you 
can do it with robots. And you can do it in cyberspace. But 
nothing beats the real thing."

"But you don't need a slave for sex. You didn't need a slave 
for sex last night, for instance."

Anastasia laughed again. "You mean that little bit of fun by 
the pool? Well, we didn't need a slave then. But when 
Father got really excited, then we brought the slave out. He 
gave her such a good thrashing, I can tell you. Didn't you 
hear her scream? No, poor dear. You were sleeping so 
soundly." Anastasia kissed her lover on the shoulder. "And 
Sergei and Father did a double rear entry while I gave her a 
bit of a whipping myself. That was fun! If you'd been with 
us, you'd have been able to play."

Zee's face disintegrated into disgust and revulsion. "I just 
can't believe you're saying all this, Anastasia. What you 
were doing doesn't sound like sex to me. It sounds like 
humiliation and cruelty. Surely, this girl, Themira, she can't 
enjoy all of that."

"Fuck what she wants!" Anastasia snarled. "She's a slave. 
We bought her as one, and we can do what the fuck we like 
with her. Until we get tired of her, and then she'll just be 
chucked out. Then she can be a beggar or a whore or 
whatever else slaves do when they're not slaves any more."

Zee pulled herself off her lover, astonished by Anastasia's 
callousness. "Do you mean you seriously don't care?"

"Of course I don't. No one cares about slaves. We give her 
a bit of a beating. Make her suffer. Make her hurt. That's 
what slaves are for. And as long as you don't damage them 
too much they've got everything to be grateful for. At least 
they're not starving to death in the streets."

"Starving to death? What do you mean?"

Anastasia frowned. "Things are too soft in your corner of 
the solar system. You have it too easy. Here in Theseus, 
not everything is wonderful. Many, if not most, people here 
are just not doing that well. They can hardly afford food. 
Fuck knows how they even manage to afford clothes to 
protect their precious privacy. What do you think a slave 
would rather do? Give us pleasure? At a cost. Or starve?"

Zee didn't like this side of Theseus' culture at all. Nor her 
friend's unsympathetic attitude to it. Back home, there was 
no poverty. Not very many people were as wealthy as 
Anastasia's family either, but everyone was cared for. 
Everyone had a full, rich life. There were those who 
worked or had a particularly fortuitous inheritance, and 
therefore had rather fuller and richer lives than others. Zee 
could count herself in that fortunate category. Her father 
worked as a set designer on cyber-television. But nobody 
starved and nobody was a slave. Zee had heard about 
poverty, of course, but like the other unpleasantnesses in 
the solar system, like the long-running war in the Asteroid 
Belt or that horrible plague in the Oort Cloud, she'd never 
really paid much attention to it. She'd just hoped she'd 
never have to confront it directly. 

Later that day, Zee knew she had to see the slave girl 
again. Thoughts about her had haunted her all day. It even 
had a detrimental affect on her lovemaking with Anastasia, 
which was not as passionate as the day before. In fact, she 
was almost pleased when Anastasia said she had to leave to 
visit her friend, Natalie, and could leave Zee alone on the 
come- and sweat-soaked sheets. Zee wandered around her 
room naked and languorous for several hours, not at all 
sure what to do. She could log into cyberspace. She could 
watch a film. Even just relax on the veranda with a book. 
But she found she was spending most of her time staring at 
her naked black figure in a full-length mirror. Perky firm 
breasts with the large aureole, dark brown nipples. The 
lighter pink of the flesh inside her vagina. The trim slim 
figure. How was it that she was any different than the slave 
in the basement? Who was just as pretty as her, even if her 
baldness and her welts and bruises made her seem less so. 

Zee eventually built up enough courage to make her way 
down to the basement, past the lifeless androids in the 
hallway and the busy domestic robots that were eating the 
dust and preparing the house for the evening's party. When 
she arrived at the place where she'd seen the slave, she 
found the room just as dark and miserable as it had been 
the night before. And the slave, Themira, was chained up 
in exactly the same way, except that in front of her was a 
bowl of water and a bowl of some fairly unappetising 
gruel. 

Zee was horrified to see that what Anastasia had been 
saying was quite true. There were fresh marks on the girl's 
back and buttocks, and scratches over her face and 
shoulders. One scratch was quite prominent as it cut across 
the light blue stubble of her shaven pate. Zee stood by the 
door and looked across at Themira, not sure what to do or 
say. And then she noticed that Themira was staring at her 
through light blue eyes underneath pale blonde eyebrows, 
and the expression on her face was one of fear. In fact, the 
girl was visibly trembling.

"Please don't hurt me, miss. Not now. Later this evening, 
you can hurt me. Then you can whip me. But not now. 
Please not. I'm not ready."

Themira's voice was soft and tremulous. And peculiarly 
submissive. Zee had never heard anyone speak in such a 
humble tone before. "Don't worry, Themira. That is your 
name, isn't it? I haven't come to hurt you."

The slave turned her head away and then bent down to sip 
the water from the bowl. For the first time, Zee noticed that 
the bowls were fixed to the ground and Themira wasn't 
able to drink or eat by lifting the bowls to her mouth. And 
there were no feeding implements. Furthermore, her wrists 
were chained together, and the trail of the chain went 
through a network that pulled taut her nipples and tugged 
on her vagina. Even the smallest actions were at best 
uncomfortable, and at worst positively painful.

"So what have you come for? What else would anyone 
come to see me for, if it's not to abuse me or hurt me? And 
why are you a funny colour? Have you had some operation 
to change your skin colour?"

"It's my natural colour!" said Zee proudly. She knew that 
some people spent a lot of credit to change their skin 
pigmentation. Not just black or brown, but also blue, red or 
green. Zee was born black. She looked at Themira again. 
"In truth, I don't know why I came here. I'm a friend of 
Anastasia's. I'm visiting from the inner solar system. We 
went to college together. It's just that I've never seen a 
slave before."

"Well, you've seen one now, miss. Are you satisfied by 
what you see?"

Zee was puzzled and confused. She wasn't at all sure what 
she wanted to achieve. "I just thought that maybe? 
perhaps? I don't know? I mean? Why are you a slave? 
Was it a career decision?"

"'Career decision'? I don't know what you're talking about, 
miss. My father sold me into slavery because he was in 
debt. He used to drink and gamble. And it went wrong. 
And he'd already sold my older sister. So, it was my turn."

"You were 'sold'! Can they do that?"

"Of course, they can, miss. I really don't understand why 
you're asking these questions. I'm a slave. Unless you're 
one of the abolitionists you hear about, what are you going 
to do, miss? My father had no choice. If he didn't pay his 
debts, he'd have been killed. That's what these debt-
collectors do. They're ruthless, they are. He'd already lost 
two fingers and an ear from his last debt before he'd sold 
my sister. So, he had no choice. Him and my mother and 
my two younger sisters. They've got to eat, haven't they, 
miss?"

"That can't be right. It's the Fourth Millennium. Not the 
Second or First. There can't be slavery, extortion and 
racketeering today. It just doesn't make sense."

"I don't understand you, miss. Perhaps in the Martian or 
Terran or Venusian orbits things are different. But out here, 
in Theseus, when the going gets tough, there aren't that 
many options. And rich folks like having slaves. They've 
had them for generations. It's like a status symbol for them. 
Big house. Nice address. Set of realistic androids. And a 
sex slave. And while people want to buy them, there'll 
always be people willing to sell them."

"But you can't possibly want to be a slave."

"Of course I don't want to be, miss. But I can consider 
myself lucky. Some of the richer slave-owners kill their 
slaves. It's like a sport for them, miss. It's called 'Snuff'. Of 
course, only the richest ones can afford to do that. And be 
able to get away with it. Here, I just get beaten, humiliated, 
abused and fucked up the arse. Is that what you want to do, 
miss? Fuck me up the arse?"

"Goodness! No! Of course not."

Zee left Themira feeling fairly dissatisfied. She'd tried to 
talk to the girl, tried to be kind to her, and the girl had just 
not been grateful or responsive or anything. When she 
returned to her room and immersed herself in the artificial 
reality of a history show, she told herself it was not 
surprising that someone who'd been sold into slavery by 
her father and was daily subjected to arbitrary cruelty and 
humiliation should feel somewhat bitter. She also felt that 
Themira should have shown some gratitude for her trying 
to offer her comfort even though, of course, she'd no idea 
what she should do. She couldn't very well free the girl. 
She was Anastasia's guest, after all. And she didn't have a 
key to all the manacles and bolts that were constraining 
her, even if that was not the issue. 

Later, Zee ventured out into the garden where preparations 
were underway for the party. Anastasia and her mother 
were giving orders to the domestic robots of where to place 
the buntings, balloons and other decorations. Anastasia's 
father was busy supervising an android whose task was to 
barbecue sausages, burgers and steak. Sergei was dozing 
naked on a lounger by the swimming pool. Zee strode over 
to Anastasia.

"Is there anything I can do?" she asked.

Anastasia smiled. "Not on the preparation front, sweetest. 
But you could help Sergei. He's been dying to get to know 
you better."

"Help Sergei?" Zee wondered. He didn't look like he 
needed help. As she soon found out, the assistance Sergei 
wanted was of a sexual nature. And so it was that for the 
first time in weeks, Zee once again enjoyed the taste of 
cock. And, Zee had to admit, Sergei was well endowed. It 
took very little time for him to ease off her clothes and for 
the two of them to get down to business under the 
approving eyes of Anastasia and her parents. Zee had been 
warned about Sergei's predilection for anal intercourse, but 
she made sure she got her vagina stuffed first. She 
straddled Sergei as he reclined on the bed, after having 
brought his penis to a full erection by her sucking and 
chewing, and guided it into her vagina. Fuck! It felt so 
good! Stiff and hard and pumping! Just as a cock should 
be. Zee supported her weight by placing her hands on 
Sergei's shoulders and pushing her buttocks up and down, 
up and down, as Sergei pushed up and down himself, so 
that each inward thrust was that much deeper and that 
much more urgent.

Soon, after having fallen off the lounger and onto the lawn, 
Sergei was able to penetrate the orifice of his choice. That 
dick of his! Already big enough to fill a cunt as slippery 
wet and willing as Zee's, it was a much tighter fit now as 
he pushed into the smaller less elastic hole at the rear, 
parting her buttocks with his thumbs, and pushing and 
thrusting. And all the while grunting and snorting. Zee's 
own cries were throatier, more urgent, louder, and more 
passionate. Where was this passion coming from? Why 
was she feeling so excited? Zee decided that must have 
been a result of seeing Anastasia and her family make love 
together the night before, but they weren't intervening in 
Zee's lovemaking with Sergei. It was as if they had decided 
the two should get to know each other exclusively. But Zee 
was conscious of Anastasia and her parents busying 
themselves around the garden, and observing her and her 
fucking on occasion with a kind of semi-detached interest.

Zee didn't really notice the start of the party or the guests 
arriving. In fact, her evening seemed to be an unending 
sequence of sexual encounters all in the large expanse of 
Anastasia's garden. There was little pause between 
partners. Just enough time to drink, smoke or pop a pill. 
Zee was certainly a very popular guest. Her black skin, her 
enormous bush of thick curly hair, there wasn't a guest who 
didn't want at least a taste of it. Zee's arse was penetrated 
again. Dicks queued up to penetrate her vagina. There was 
a splatter of semen on her chest. Both men and women, 
boys and girls, took advantage of her body. And Zee was 
more than up for it. Her body was one hot, perspiring, sex-
smelling, slippery mass of black love flesh. She rolled 
around on the grass in a huddle of bodies. At one stage, 
Anastasia rejoined her friend. At another time, there was 
Anastasia's mother. Zee had absolutely no idea which of 
the other men fucked her or which women licked, sucked, 
and chewed her. Often she didn't even see their faces. Just 
their genitals, breasts and the intimate details of their 
bodies.

But Zee was not a sexual athlete. However hot she was, 
(and she guessed that some of the drugs she'd had made her 
even hotter), she didn't have the stamina for too many 
hours of passion. She tired, no longer really enjoying the 
sex. She let the last dick come inside her and then slumped 
exhausted on the grass, closing her legs as a sign that shop 
was shut for the moment. But although her physical 
strength was depleted, she was still in a heightened state of 
arousal. She lay on the ground with her friend Anastasia 
who was naked and hot herself.

It was then that she noticed Themira. Well, there was no 
mistaking that naked white flesh with the shaved head. She 
was roped up in a most uncomfortable position and 
surrounded by several men, none of whom she recognised. 
Not that it was at all unlikely that she'd only recently 
enjoyed sex with one or all of them. There were two dicks 
poking at Themira's face, one man was thrusting into her 
vagina from the front, and Zee could see another dick 
penetrating her anus from underneath. Zee had never seen 
that kind of multiple sex orgy on one person before, 
although it was quite possible that moments ago she herself 
had been the centre of a similar number of male admirers. 
However, it was obvious that Themira was not enjoying 
this attention at all. Her eyes were red. There were streaks 
of tears down her cheeks. Her face was also splattered by 
thick creamy splotches of what Zee could only assume was 
semen.

"Do you like what you see?" wondered Anastasia, 
nonchalantly sipping from her glass.

"What do you mean?" Zee wondered.

"The slave. Do you like what you see? The bitch is having 
a bit of fun now. But she can't enjoy herself too much. She 
has to be punished again soon."

"It doesn't look like it's much fun for her at the moment."

"Fuck! Zee! It's no different to the sex you were enjoying a 
moment ago. If you enjoyed it, then why wouldn't she?"

"It's different. It's a question of choice."

"Is choice a privilege or a curse, Zee? Our little slave 
doesn't have to do fucking anything except what we tell her 
to. Anyway, it looks like her friends are finishing now. 
And look! Our little slave's been a little tardy in licking the 
shit off that dick. She's gonna get it now."

Zee watched with Anastasia's arms around her as Themira 
was roughly tied to a steel frame by cords, her arms and 
legs spread out to the four corners. Weights were tied to 
the rings in her nipples and her vagina, which must have 
added to the discomfort she was already experiencing. In 
fact, Zee was sure that 'discomfort' was too weak a word to 
describe the pain the slave was suffering. Her head 
drooped down helplessly. Her eyes stared out. A blank, 
bitter, almost unseeing gaze. 

Then Anastasia's naked father strode up to the girl, with a 
penis no longer fully erect but which he stroked with one 
hand. In the other hand he was carrying what looked like a 
cane. It was a long length of flexible wood with a curved 
handle. Did such things really exist? Zee wondered. Then 
Anastasia's father addressed the guests.

"As you have no doubt had the pleasure of seeing or even 
enjoying directly, our sluttish slave here has had the honour 
and privilege of providing you with her services all 
evening. It is now the time to decide whether she has 
served you well. She has been fucked and sucked and 
buggered for many hours now. Has she provided a good 
quality of service? Or do you think she should be punished 
for her shoddiness, her lack of willingness and her general 
sluttishness? How do you vote?"

Zee watched with morbid fascination as the guests trotted 
out reasons why Themira should be punished: reasons that 
really didn't seem at all credible to Zee. She had not 
expressed gratitude after sucking shit off a penis. She had 
objected to having a guest piss in her mouth. She had not 
smiled when a guest squirted his semen into her eyes.

"In that case," Anastasia's father announced, "our slave 
deserves to be whipped. And I think it's only right that my 
daughter's visitor from the distant Earth orbit should be 
given that opportunity."

"Ooh! That's you, Zee!" said Anastasia excitedly. "Come 
on, Zee! Give the slut what she deserves."

"What? Me? I can't do that! It's wrong. I can't hit someone 
else."

"Do you want Father to do it? He'll beat the girl so hard 
she'll bleed. He can get really brutal."

"It's still wrong."

"If you don't do it, someone else will. Someone with less 
compassion than you. If you worry about hurting the girl, 
do it yourself. Then you can temper your blows. Keep them 
on the soft side of vicious."

Zee was not convinced, but Anastasia's coaxing and that of 
the other guests pulled her onto her feet. She wandered 
unsteadily over to Anastasia's father, hardly able to focus 
on anything or anyone. She was still disorientated by all the 
sex and drugs and drink she'd had. Semen coated her pubic 
hairs and the top of her thighs. There was dried sticky 
semen on her cheeks and chin. She took the cane that was 
proffered and held it awkwardly in her hands. It was long 
and flexible. She flexed it slightly. It was made of real 
wood. Not plastic.

"What do I do?"

"You slap her, of course," Anastasia's father said. "You 
bring it back like this, " he drew back his arm in 
demonstration, "and then thwack it sharply like this." He 
brought his arm forward with a pretend swing, like 
someone demonstrating how to use a tennis racquet. 
"Thwock!"

Zee was still very unsure. She wandered over to Themira, 
tied up with her head drooping. She was clearly suffering 
from the strain of being strung up in this totally unnatural 
way. Zee put her face towards the girl. It didn't look very 
pretty now. Thick scabs of dried semen caked onto her 
cheeks and her forehead. Snot was running from her 
nostrils and streaming down into her mouth and off the end 
of her chin to drop on her breasts. Her eyes were red and 
raw, but there were no tears now. Plenty of streaky 
evidence that she'd been crying, though.

"I don't want to do this, you know," she whispered to the 
girl.

Themira raised her head and looked at Zee with a pleading 
expression. Her voice was soft and croaking. "Then please 
don't do it, miss. Please don't. I've suffered so much."

"But I have to, Themira. If I don't, then someone else will. 
And they'll be brutal. And cruel."

"And you aren't, miss?" asked the girl in a weak almost 
inaudible voice. "You're no different if you beat me. You're 
just the same as the others. Just a lot more sanctimonious!"

Fuck! That hurt. Totally out of order. Zee had tried to 
express sympathy to the bald, filthy slut, and the girl was 
so insolent. Red anger boiled in Zee's eyes. She stood back 
with the cane and slapped Themira's buttocks with it. The 
cane whistled through the air and hit the buttocks with a 
reassuring crack. Themira's body shivered and shook with 
the pain, and she struggled in vain against the cords that 
tied her and held her in place. She gave vent to a sharp cry. 
Something like the cry of an orgasm, but sharper and 
louder.

And then Zee's recollection of her chastisement of Themira 
became unclear. She was egged on by the cheers and 
chortles of Anastasia, Sergei and the other guests, as she 
beat at Themira's buttocks with the cane, feeling a 
vicarious and peculiar spasm of ecstasy with each crack of 
the cane and the slave's answering shout of pain and agony. 
The tears began flowing again. Snot spluttered out like 
gobbets of come onto her breasts. Her body jerked, 
spasmed and kicked in her confinement with each crack. 
And with the guests' encouragement, she caned Themira's 
breasts, thighs and cunt with the same vigour as she did the 
buttocks.

After this session, Zee was not able to look at Themira in 
the same way. She was now herself a torturer. She was 
complicit with the abuse and violence of Theseusian 
society. And, what was worse, she'd enjoyed it.

She spent the rest of the party luxuriating without urgency 
and with little actual sex in the company of a body of men 
and women, including Sergei and Anastasia. Her breasts 
were licked, her nipples sucked, her clitoris chewed, her 
face lavished with kisses. And what of Themira? Zee saw 
the slave taken down from the harness and tied at its base. 
For the rest of the party she was used as a toilet. Guests 
would shit or piss on her, or even into her mouth. And all 
the while she looked even more miserable and unhappy. 
Even as she thanked the guests as they pissed down her 
throat or shat on her breasts. 

Zee looked at the sight with pity. She was not so far gone 
that she would herself choose to excrete or urinate on the 
girl. But she knew now that there was a part of her that 
would not now rest so easily when she went to sleep.