WARNING: This is a snuff story. It contains violence, torture, and snuff scenes. If this is not your thing, then don't read it. It also contains strong sexual content. If you find any of that offensive, are under the age of 21 or such material is prohibited in your state or country, then stop reading right here. This story is fiction intended for mature adults. All persons and events in this story came strictly from my kinky imagination. There is no relationship to any real person or events. Don't even think about trying any thing described in this story. A Cordelian Slave Girl - Mirida By Liana M @(C) Copyright 2006 by Liana M, all rights reserved. How It Began You have probably heard by now of the Yatus Games. Vids of the games, while illegal on most worlds, are widely available now in the underground. You may have seen one, but you probably know very little about the women and the few men forced to enter those games or how they ended up on Yatus. They tell you that the player's are all criminals that have been sentenced to death and taken to the Yatus colony for execution. While that may be true for some, it is only partially true for most, and the Yatus Games are only one part of the depravity and corruption that is the secret world of the Yatus Colony. The Yatus Colony is completely underground, built in old mines on an asteroid in the Korban system. Korban is a major hub of galactic commerce with several large star ports. With many star ship crews arriving at Korban after weeks or months in space, the usual collection of casinos and bordellos could be found near each of the space ports, but about 20 years ago, some do gooders decided that casinos and bordellos were causing too much of crime problem, and closed them all. Now you don't get rid of gambling or prostitution that easily. To some extent it just moved underground, but the Yatus Corporation saw this as a business opportunity. They had a large underground mining town with a small grubby casino and a few low class bordellos in an asteroid that could be reached easily from Korban. The metals being mined were running out, so they decided to build a luxury hotel and casino complex with some upscale bordellos nearby. The Korban government didn't really care about this, although the legal status of the Yatus colony is so vague that it is not clear they could do anything about it, even if they did care. The Korban government was happy to see the trouble makers in star ship crews run off to the Yatus Colony rather than hang around Korban. At first the Yatus Colony operated as a fairly standard gambling, sex and sin resort, frequented mostly by star ship crews but some Korban locals too. Things began to change when the Cordelian Treaty was ratified 15 years ago. Most of the galaxy hardly noticed that a few frontier worlds with a crime problem had agreed to legalize slavery for condemned prisoners. Cordelian slave licenses were not valid on any of the civilized worlds, but the Yatus Corporation claims full sovereignty on the Yatus Colony, and signed the Cordelian Treaty. This allowed the Yatus Corporation to import slaves from the handful of other planets that had signed the treaty. A Cordelian Slave is a condemned man or women. The owner is allowed to do anything he wants with his slave, including killing the slave. This threat is how Cordelian slaves are controlled. If anyone questions an owner's treatment of a slave, all the owner has to do is show his papers to the authorities, at least on the worlds that have signed the Cordelian treaty. The Yatus Corporation began to staff their bordellos with some Cordelain slave girls, and a few slave men too. The slaves didn't have to be paid, but the main advantage was that they could be forced to provide more kinky services for customers. Word quickly got around that almost any S&M fantasy could be made real for a price on the Yatus Colony. While most Cordelain slave girls had reconciled themselves to working in a Bordello as an acceptable alternative to immediate execution, being physically tortured was different. Some decided that death was a better alternative. To keep the girls working longer in this highly profitable business, the Yatus Corporation had to threaten them with very slow, painful executions. The first one of these slow painful public executions was a hugely popular event. So many people were willing to pay hundreds of credits to watch the execution, that Yatus was forced to build a large arena just for that purpose. The Yatus games were a further perversion of this idea dreamed up by the Yatus management a few years ago. The original idea was to offer 2-4 Cordelain slaves the chance for one of them to win their freedom in a torture game. One contestant would be set free and allowed to leave the colony, and the others would be executed on the spot. All the contestants are locked into some kind of a fiendish torture machine. Each contestant could end her torture by pressing a button near her hand, in which case she would be immediately executed. The execution could be quick, like a blaster, but that was reserved for contestants that had suffered through days of torture first. If a contestant quickly pushed the button, then they were given an extremely slow and painful execution. The people who distribute copies of these games say that all the contestants 'volunteer' for the games, hoping to escape their death sentence. It is technically true that all the players are condemned Cordelain slaves, but it is a lie that they volunteer for the games. There may be a few that do, but most are forced to enter the games. The Yatus Games and the horrible public executions of Cordelain slaves is however, not the darkest, most perverse aspect of the Yatus Colony. There is a secret part of the Yatus Colony that is open only to the most wealthy and powerful. Here there are few limits to the perversions that can be had for a price. That is the world that I experienced and will tell you about. My road to Yatus Colony began when I was a junior officer on a merchant star ship. We made regular runs out to the frontier worlds. In a bar on Urtu, one of the most notorious of the frontier worlds, a man offered me 20,000 credits to bring a small package back to Urtu on my next trip. Now I knew this package had to contain something very illegal for him to offer me 20,000 credits, but I was only making 12,000 credits a year, so 20,000 credits was a huge sum of money. I had made 10 or 12 trips to Urtu, and no one had ever looked in my bags when I disembarked, so I figured this would be easy money. I couldn't have been more wrong. On the next trip back to Urtu I picked up the small package from a contact I had been given, and hid it in my bag. When I headed into the terminal, it seemed like the security people were waiting for me. I am not sure if they had some detectors for the drugs that were in the package or if they had arrested someone in the smuggling ring that told them I was bring in the drugs. I was arrested, and quickly discovered that Urtu had the death penalty for drug smuggling. After a short trial, I was condemned to death, and sentenced to be sold as a Cordelian slave. Urtu actually holds slave auctions every month. Most of women are bought by one of the Urtu slave schools. There were at least three of them, owned by local Urtu businessmen. I was bought at auction by one of these schools. Actually, the school was not that bad. It kind of looked like a low security prison, with lots of guards, but they also had workout classes and hairstylists. Much of the day was spend in classes where they explained over and over what was expected of a Cordelian slave, how to speak respectfully to your owner and others, and the importance of our appearance and quality of service to our future. They had sex classes to improve our "quality of service", especially in kinky sexual practices with which we probably didn't have any previous experience. These classes include evaluation of our services by instructors, who gave us feedback on how to improve our technique. They also had work out gyms to help you lose weight and get in shape, beauty consultants, and even cosmetic surgeons. They told us we would probably be sold to a bordello owner, who would keep us in the line up until we were too old. The best girls would go to high-class bordellos on the frontier worlds. The rest would probably end up at low class houses in some mining colony. When we grew too old to justify staying in the lineup, our fate would really depended on our wits. Some Cordelian slave girls became companions to wealthy older men. Some found other ways to profitably benefit their owner. Some were simply executed. Since I was only 23, I was told that I could probably work in a bordello for 10 or 15 years, if I was good. This was not the career I had been looking forward to, but I didn't seem to have much choice. When the classes were completed, the school held a private auction to sell us off. Hours before my scheduled auction, they took me to a beauty parlor, and fixed my hair and nails. They carefully shaved my pubic hairs between my legs, but left a heart shaped patch above, which they told me was the most favored style right now. When my turn came, I was lead naked onto a lighted stage. The lights were bright enough that I could not see the bidders very well. We had been told that a typical Cordelian slave girl would fetch 100,000 to 200,000 credits at auction. I was, of course, hoping for the upper end of that range. I was surprised when the bidding quickly spiraled up to 250,000 credits. Someone in back bid 300,000 credits. Everyone turned to look at this new bidder, but I could not see him because of the lights. Someone in front bid 350,00 credits, and the man in back bid 500,000 credits. There was a hush went over the room, the bidding was over and I was quickly rushed off the stage. I knew I had been sold for a very high price but I did not know what this meant. I asked my guard who my buyer was. He said he did not know. He had never seen that buyer before, and he had not bid on any of the earlier girls. I knew I was in good shape and one of the youngest, best looking girls to be sold that day, but I didn't know what to make of this. A few hours later the buyer picked me up, gave me some plain clothes and lead me to his star ship. It was very small, and I was the only slave on board. I found this very unusual. I though most slaves were carried by special slave ships to their destinations, but I knew better than to ask. I expected that the buyer or captain of the ship would be sampling the merchandise, so to speak, during the trip, but was surprised to discover that I was mostly left alone in my rather nice locked cabin. Meals were brought in for me, and once a day I was escorted to a very small gym where I was allowed to exercise for 60 minutes. After several weeks we arrived at the Yatus Colony, or rather at the headquarters on a small moon of one of the outer planets. The asteroid the Yatus Colony is on spends most of the time so deep in the asteroid belt that it is difficult to approach by ship. For a few months every 2 or 3 years, the colony is at the edge of the asteroid belt and can be reached easily by ship. This is when all the metals being minded there are hauled away in ships, and heavy supplies are brought in. The rest of the time the colony is only reachable by transport beams. The transporter beam, of course, consumes a lot of energy, so it is only reserved for people and the most urgent of supplies. I was quickly beamed up to the colony and whisked away from the arrival center in a private transport. I arrived and was led into a rather grand looking building that was mostly empty and lead up to a small room. This did not look like the bordello I expected. There were no customers around. It seemed more like a huge private residence. Had I been bought by a wealthy man? If so for what? After a few hours my questions were answered. A well- dressed man came to my room to explain my new situation to me. I was now owned by a bordello of sorts, but what he called a necroticism bordello. This house specialized in parties where young women, and sometimes men too, were executed in erotic manners for very wealthy and powerful clients. I would be part of there line up, but he told me not to panic. I was there top new girl and my price would be 20 million credits. It was very unlikely that any of their clients could afford that price. They had many girls that could be executed for 1 to 4 million credits, and those were the girls that would get picked. As long as I kept my appearance up and stayed in good shape, they could keep my price out of reach for their clients. What I would have to do is provide sexual services at a their parties. Most of the buyers liked to have sex while watching their victims be executed, and I was to be available to provide that service. If I were good at it, my execution price would be kept out of reach of the clients. I was in shock. This was not at all what I had expected. I could not believe that his was legal, even for a Cordelian slave, but I guess on the Yatus Colony almost anything is legal. He asked if I had any questions. I didn't know what to say. He said that they were the premiere necroticism house on Yatus, and only the most wealthy connoisseurs in the galaxy could afford their services. I was the youngest and most beautiful girl in their top lineup. If I kept myself in shape and pleased the clients, I should live for many more years. After he left, I lay in my bed and cried myself to sleep. The house was very large. There were at least 2 large gyms. Given the cost of space on the Yatus Colony, this was a very expensive facility. We were allowed to use the gym in small groups, but I was never allowed to really talk to the other girls. Most of the girls were older, well over 35. Many looked to be 50 or more, although they were in good shape. We had weekly trips to have our hair cut, nails trimmed and pubic hair styled. The guards watched us closely, so I learned little about what was going on. One day a guard arrived and ordered us all to the beauty parlor. I realized this must mean that a client was coming. I knew what that meant. Some of us would be selected for execution. I hoped that what I had been told was true, that my price would be set so high that clients could not afford me. We were ordered to strip naked, and collars were put around our neck and we were chained together. I was lead into a large hall chained to 10 to 12 other girls. This was apparently the houses A list. I was shocked to see that the client was a woman, very well dressed. A man I had seen once or twice was pointing at each of the girls in turn and saying something we could not hear. The woman's eyes went up and down the line of women, stopping to linger over me. Then she waved her hand and we were lead off. I was confused. What had just happened? Had any of us been selected for execution? I didn't know. I was lead back to my room. An hour or so later, the man that had been talking to the women entered my room. He told me the client had selected me to be a companion for her most important client at the party tonight. He told me he knew this would be my first time and I needed to do a good job with this very important client to keep my price up. "Have you ever seen someone die young lady?" he asked in a straightforward manner. "No," I replied. "Well, let me make sure you understand what is expected of you. Marchel has three clients she is entertaining tonight, and she has chosen 3 women from our B lineup for tonight's main entertainment. Their fate is sealed, and you must not concern yourself with them. Your job is to entertain the clients and make sure your client get his release at moment of death. If you do not think you can do this, I am sure one of the chosen women would be happy to trade places with you. Can you do this?" Since my first day of arrival, I had known this day would come. What could I say? I nodded my head. "Can you do this?" he repeated. "Yes," I answered meekly. "Good," he said. "Marchel is paying a high price for your services tonight, so do not let her down. Now each client is different. Some clients will want you to give them a blowjob. Have you done that before?" "Yes," I answer. "Are you good at it?" he asked. "I think so sir?" I answered. "Good," he replied. "Some clients will want you to ride them. I assume you can do that?" "Yes," I replied. "Some clients will want to take you in the ass," he said. "Can you do that?" "Yes," I replied. "Now remember you don't need to actually enjoy the sex," he said. "But you must never let the client think you are not enjoying it." With that the man turned and left my room. A few minutes later a guard came to bring me to have my hair touched up again and some makeup applied. Two other girls from the lineup I had been in that afternoon were also led in for touch up and make up. After we were ready, the three of us were given some clothes to wear. It was semi-transparent, but it did provide some modesty. Then the three of us were lead into a small waiting room. "This is your fist time," the girl next to me whispered. I nodded my head. "Don't look at the other girls," she said. "Keep your eyes on the customers." I nodded. We were lead into a big hall. There were three small theaters off of this hall, each with an elevated platform with some equipment on it. Each room had a large couch and some soft chairs opposite the platform. The guard pointed to the center room, and I was lead to a chair near the platform. I quickly sat down. A minute later the main door opened and a large party entered. I could see the woman from the afternoon, but there were many men and a few women with her. They broke up into three groups. The group that approached the center theater was headed up by a fat, balding middle-aged man. As he approached, I stood up and then knelt before him. He looked down at me then turned back to the women and said, "Very nice, Marchel." "Come, join me on the couch, girl" he said. I rose and sat next to him. There were several young men and a woman who took seats behind us. My client ordered drinks for everyone, and I was brought a drink along with all the party. When I sipped my drink it tasted like fruit juice. I suspected only the real customers got alcohol in their drinks. "So, how long have you been here," the fat, middle age man asked. "I just arrived," I replied. "Is this your first... er... time," he asked. "Yes," I replied. "Excellent," he said. Then turning to find Marchel, he said, "You even found me a virgin." I wasn't what you usually call a virgin, but in this house I guess I was a virgin. A few minutes later the doors at the end of the room opened and a women was lead in by the guards. I had never seen her before. She looked to be older, in her 30s at least, but she was in good condition. She had a good figure and larger breasts than I did. She was lead up onto the platform. Her hands were already fastened behind her back. A device was lowered down and loop of smooth cord fastened around her neck. Next small devices were attached to here nipples and then a long shiny tube was brought out and inserted in her vagina. "Do you know what that is girl?" the fat man asked. "I am not sure, sir," I replied. The man reached in his pocked and pulled out a remote control. "It is a most ingenious invention," he said. "When I push this little button, it vibrates, producing a most pleasurable sensation, I am told." I nodded. "And if I push this button, it sends out impulses through the body," he said. "Impulses that produce an irresistible orgasmic effect." I nodded. I use to own a sex toy like this, though not remote control like this one. "And when you are hanging by your pretty neck," he continued. "That can be a fatal experience, even in the anti-grave fields used here." I nodded again. "And finally, if I push this button here, then sharp needles shoot out, cutting her insides apart." I gasped. "Don't be shocked, girl," the fat man said. "With you here for me, I am sure her suffering will be short. I may even let you do the deed." He looked at me. "Would you like to pull the lever, as they say?" he asked. "I don't understand, sir", I said. "With these buttons I control the girls fate. I can finish her quickly or make her struggle. The anti- grave fields allow a girl to hang for hours. We can make it a very erotic final experience for her, or just watch her gasp for air." The guards had finished preparing the girl and left the platform now. "Let me see," he said. "Ah, this is the one." As he pushed one of the buttons the loop around the girls neck rose and she struggled up on her tiptoes. I glanced up at the girl. She was staring down at the fat man, with a look of horror on her face. "There," he said. "That is a good start. Let's see how long before her legs get tired." I tried not to look up, but I could not help myself. The girl had large, sagging breasts. She was in good physical condition and was having no trouble standing on her tiptoes, but it had only been a minute or two. I quickly looked back down and smiled at the fat man. He ordered another round of drinks for everyone and some food to nibble on. My drink was only fruit juice again, and I didn't feel like eating. The fat man lay back on the couch with his drink and looked over at me. "So, what is your name, girl?" he asked. "Mirida, sir," I said. "Mirida, hmmm, nice sounding name," he replied. "What did they get you for?" "Drugs, sir," I answered. "Ah, yes," he said. "What most of the girls are here for." He got out a cigar and lit it up. "So, Mirida, what do you know about hanging?" he asked. "Nothing, sir." "Hanging has been used as a means of execution for tens of thousands of years," he said. "But regular hangings are way too quick. It is over in a matter of seconds. Even a slow hanging, with no drop, will kill anyone in a couple of minutes max. To make it last for hours requires precise control, monitoring, and the anti-gravity noose, which is the innovation they have developed here on Yatus. Just look at her." I was trying not to have to look at her, but at the fat man's command, I looked up. The poor girl was obviously having difficulty breathing now. She was now dangling with her legs just off the platform. Her legs were hanging still and her body swayed slowly back and forth. "Let's give her a little ride," the fat man said pulling the remote control from his pocket. "Now watch this carefully." As I watched he pressed a button and the smooth cord around the girl's throat lifted her up higher off the platform. The girl's legs began to kick looking for something to support her self on. Her eyes were looking around widely. Apparently the noose had gotten tighter. Then the fat man pushed another button, and the girl relaxed again. "That," the fat man said, "is a little taste of what it is like to be hanged. I am told being hung can be a very erotic experience." The fat man obviously saw the look of disbelieve on my face. "Many women find the lack of air heightens the sexual experience. Have you heard about that?" "No, sir." "Well, let's test the theory on our friend here," the fat man said. "Let's give her one final experience" The fat man fiddled with the remote controls. "There," he said. "Now let's turn up the nipple stimulation with this." The girl, already straining for air, gasp as the clamps on her nipples bit into her. "And now we turn up the vibrator," he said. The girls face became more wide eyed as she realized what he was doing. "How long does it take you to cum with a vibrator, Mirida?" he asked. "I'm not sure, sir," I answered. "It varies. Five or ten minutes maybe." The fat man reached in his pocket and pulled out a small-elongated silver rod and handed it to me. "Let's see how long you take compared to your less fortunate friend here," the fat man said. I did know what to say. "You want me to use this now, sir?" I asked. "Ah," the fat man smiled. "I forgot you are a virgin. Yes, I want you to use that on yourself, while I manipulate the vibrator on your friend. The difference is that your friend is having her breathing restricted, and we can both compare what effect that has on her." This was certainly not anything I had expected, but I didn't dare displease this important client. I stood up and quickly slipped out of my flimsy clothing. I sat back down, spread my legs and began to run the vibrator around my pussy lips. "Watch your poor sister, Mirida," the fat man said. "See what effect is it is having on her." As I looked up, the girl was struggling to stay up on one leg. Although she was clearly finding it difficult to breath, she appeared to be getting aroused. I had never watched a woman before, but I could clearly see the little signs. A little sigh here, a distant look in her eyes...or was that because she was losing consciousness? My own pussy was getting wet from the vibrator or the impulses it was sending out, as I watched the girl struggle to stay still in spite of the vibrator and nipple clamps. Suddenly, her face changed, and I knew she was close. The fat man adjusted the controls, and she began to wiggle her body. Suddenly the noose around her neck tightened, and her feet began kicking at the air frantically looking for support as her orgasm rippled up her body. This was too much for me. I closed my eyes and felt the little spasms grip the vibrator in my pussy and radiate out through my legs and torso. I stiffened my muscles and concentrated on the intensity of my own orgasm. As tension drained out of my body, in the distance I could hear the fat man muttering about something. When I opened my eyes, I saw the fat man fiddling with the remote control. I realized that I had just masturbated in front of this disgusting man while watching some poor girl hang. I felt dirty. I was repulsed by what I had done. I could not understand how I could have done something so sick, but I knew I must not let the fat man sense this. He was furiously pushing buttons on the remote. "Not yet," he kept saying. I looked up to see that the girl had been lowered back down, but was in such a weak condition it was not clear it was doing much good. Her face was dark and her eyes looked vacant. I was not sure she was really alive. Then suddenly her eyes moved, and her body tensed up again. "There," he said. "That's better. I didn't want to lose you so quickly. At least not until I have had mine too." "You look thirsty, Mirida," the fat man said. "How about another drink?" Since they were just going to bring me more fruit juice, I nodded my head yes. "I think we need to give both of you a chance to catch your breath, so to speak, before the finale," the fat man said. The finale was going to be much more final for the girl on the platform. I looked down so the fat man could not see the disgust in my eyes. When they brought my drink, I took a few sips and set it aside. I wasn't really thirsty. The fat man picked up the remote and started making adjustments again. I heard muffled gasps from the platform, but I didn't look up. I was pretty sure I knew what was happening. "Mirida, dear," the fat man said, turning towards me. "Do you have oral experience or are you a virgin there too?" I knew what he meant. He wanted a blowjob. That was the sort of thing I was expecting. "I have experience, sir," I said. "Ah, but are you an expert?" "I think so, sir," I replied. "No man has ever complained." "But can you sense a man's arousal, to prepare yourself?" "Yes, sir," I replied. "And do you swallow it, young lady?" I nodded. "Good," he said. "Then I want to test your expertise." He started fiddling with the remote control again. Then he unfastened his pants and bared himself. I took this as my queue, and got to my kneels between his legs. As I stood up, I could see that all the other men had bared themselves as well. Most were already stroking. The women in the party was on her kneels in front of one of the men. I knelt down between his legs, smiled up at him and began running my tongue up the underside of his cock. "Ah, you have had some experience," the fat man said. "Now, when you sense me reaching the finale, I want you to press this button here for a few seconds," he said. I nodded as I continued licking. "Pressing this button will finish your friend," he said. "I want you to finish both me and your friend at the same time." The muscles in my stomach tightened. How could I be the one to execute this poor helpless girl? I licked the fat man's penis and ignore his question. "Can you do this, girl," he repeated. I was repulsed. How could I kill an innocent girl? "If you were the one with the noose around your neck, you would be begging to get it over," he said. "Can't you finish your friends suffering?" I had this urge to immediately hit the button and end it all for the poor girl, but I knew better than to do that. "Yes," I said, lifting my tongue from the fat man's penis. "I can do it." I slipped the fat man's cock into my mouth and began sliding his penis along my tongue, as I tightened my lips around his shaft. I wanted to end that girls suffering as soon as possible. I sucked away with enthusiasm, feeling his penis head get bigger in my mouth. I ran his penis head along my tongue until I felt that little twitch and tasted the salty taste that told me he was about to cum. I reached out and pressed the button. I tried to block everything from my mind as I concentrated on his cock. I tightened my lips around his shaft and slide the underside of his cock head back and forth on my tongue. I could taste his precum and feel his cock head getting larger. Then his cock twitched and cum splashed against my throat and filled my mouth. He was a fat, old man, but he came with as much force as a young man. I swallowed some of his cum and kept on sucking until he pulled it out of my mouth. I swallowed the rest of his cum and smiled at him. At the Cordelian Slave school on Urtu they taught us it was very important to smile at the customer and make him think you enjoyed giving him a blow job, even when you found it total disgusting. I didn't turn around. I knew what I would find behind me and didn't want to look. I reached and found my glass and took a long drink of fruit juice to wash the taste from my mouth. The fat man was gaining his composure again. "Well, my young girl, whatever your name is, I think you are no longer a virgin," he said. I stared up at him, not sure what he meant. "You have executed your first," he said. In my mind I knew that wasn't really true, but I just looked at the ground. Guards came and lead me back to my room, where I cried myself to sleep. The next day guards brought me to an office to see one of the men in charge of this house. He was older and had a large office. He studied me carefully. "You did well last night," he said. "The client was very pleased with your service." I did not reply. "You are either a good actress or you actually enjoyed yourself, Mirida," he said. "You can speak frankly to me. Which was it?" I looked down at the floor. "I will not hold your answer against you," he said. "But I want the truth." "From what I could see, your orgasm did not look fake," he said. "Where you turned on watching the slow hanging?" I was so ashamed I did not know what to say. "Or was it something more complex?" he inquired. "Where you both excited and disgusted by it at the same time, and now you are ashamed of yourself?" I looked up and nodded my head. "Interesting," he said. "We paid a large sum of money for you, more than any other girl we have ever had. Last night was a good start. I believe Mr. Adams explained to you how things work here. You are one of our "A" list girls. The "A" list girls are mainly to provide sex for our clients during the executions. As long as you continue to do a good job at that, you will stay on the "A" list and your execution price will stay out of reach of most customers." "The customers here really want to think you are enjoying both the sex and the execution. I know they taught you how to pretend to enjoy the sex with customers. Your report from the school says you are very good at that, and you showed it last night." "How do you feel about watching the executions?" he asked. "You find them disgusting?" I nodded. "And you think the customers are disgusting too for enjoying the executions?" he asked. I nodded again. "As I suspected," he said. "Well, just remember to never let the customers find out how you feel about it. Your life depends on being a very good actress. Although we paid a large sum to get you, we have customers that would gladly pay far more to witness the painful, slow execution of such a beautiful young women as yourself." "Do you understand?" he asked. I nodded. "Good," he said. "I will be raising your execution price to 50 million credits. If you can keep the customers happy, then you can look forward to a long career here." "We have operated this house for almost four years now, and in that time only one customer has ever paid to execute a A list girl. That customer is probably coming for another visit in a few weeks, and I would hate to lose you so quickly. I think your new price should keep you safe from even him. Just don't let me down. I have high expectations for you." With that I was lead back to my room. Several weeks went by with no customers, or at least no customer who could afford to look at the A list girls. The hardest part of this was being alone all the time. The guards kept me away from any of the other girls, so I had no one to talk to all day. Most of day I was locked in my room. Now my room was good size, and had a very nice entertainment console, but I really did not like being alone so much. One day the guard came in mid-afternoon to take me to the beauty salon again. I knew this meant another customer lineup. I wondered if this was the very wealthy customer that had been mentioned. We were given collars again and chained together. I recognized all girls from the previous line up. We were lead onto the stage. The customer seemed to be fairly young, but well dressed man. We spent a long time standing on the stage while he discussed something with the man from the house. Eventually, we were led off the stage, still very unsure what had happened. I was taken back to my room again to wait and wonder what was happening. A few hours later one of the managers came to my room. "The Client has selected you for his companion on the third day," he said. "The client is a very wealthy man, one of the richest men in the galaxy. He expects you to be very accommodating and provide the finest quality service." I nodded my head. "The client has selected three girls to be executed by crucifixion. You are very fortunate that Mr. Gobbi raised your price, or it might well be you on one of those crosses. Two of the girls to be crucified are "A" list girls. You need to do a very good job, so that Mr. Gobbi keeps your price very high." I nodded my head, even though I did not completely understand what all this meant or who Mr. Gobbi was. "Your services will only be required on the third day," he continued. "The client is having a different group of friends with him on each of the three days, and we will let one of the girls expire on each day. You will only be there on the third day for the final execution." I nodded again, but I must have looked puzzled. "Ah," he said. "You are new here. You have never seen a crucifixion before." I nodded my head. "We use ultra modern crosses with the latest in biofeedback and anti-gravity technology," he said. "This allows us and the client far more control over how long a slave will last on the cross. We can adjust it so almost anyone will last three days on the cross. This client has chosen 3 slaves, and he wants to let one expire each day for his friends. The client will choose which one expires each day. By the third day, when you join him, there will be only one slave left on the cross. When she expires, it will be the climax of the party, so to speak." I nodded my head. "I'm sure the client will expect to climax also," he said. "Perhaps several times. That will be your responsibility." I nodded my head again. The manager turned and left my room. I was kept in my room for the next two days, not allowed to go to the gym for my usual exercise. On the morning of the third day, I was taken to the beauty parlor to have my hair done and some makeup. I was the only girl there that day. After the preparations, I was brought to a large hall. There were three crosses at the far end, but only the center one was still occupied. The girl on the cross seemed slumped over and resting on a rod that had been inserted between her legs. She looked very weak. As I approached, I could see her face clearly, and immediately recognized her. She was one of the girls I had sometimes seen in the gym and who had been in the line-ups with me. She was probably only a few years older than I was. I remember someone calling her Katrina. The cross was very smooth and metallic and metal rings held her writs and ankles tight to the cross. It seemed that most of her weight was supported by a rod that came out at crouch level, but this looked like it must be very uncomfortable. The girl's eyes were closed. Perhaps she was even sleeping. The doors of the hall opened and a large group of people walked into the hall. I recognized the young man that was leading the group. I had seen him at the lineup. I assumed he must be the client. I knelt down with my head bowed as the party approached. "Get up girl," a voice said. I looked up into the young man's eyes. "Come join me," he said. I got up and sat next to him on the couch. "Bring us some fruit," he ordered. "And juice for everyone to drink." He settled back on the couch and looked up at the cross. "Your rest for the night is over," he said, and reached for a rather large remote control. He started flipping controls, and I heard a moan from Katrina. I looked up and the rod that had been supporting most of her weight was retracting back into the cross. She slipped off it and her knees bent out from the cross as her body slid down it. She seemed weak and her head and upper body bent forward. He turned and looked at me, his eyes moving down from my face to my hips. "What is your name?" he asked. "Mirida, sir," I replied. "Mirida," he repeated. "That's a nice name." "Thank you, sir," I said. "So, Mirida, have you ever seen a crucifixion before?" he asked. "No, sir," I said, looking down. "Ah, that's right," he said. "You are new here." I nodded. "Let me explain a little of the basics," he said. "In barbaric times, crucifixion was usually done by nailing the person to a wooden cross at the wrists and ankles. That of course was very painful, but it caused considerable loss of blood and actually shortened the time a person could last on cross." "You see, hanging like that," he said pointing up to the cross in front of us. "With your arms pulled back like that makes it very difficult to breath. In order to get good deep breaths, the person has to push themselves up on the cross. After a while they become so exhausted that they can no longer push themselves up to breath, and then they pass out." "Now, of course, we have added a number of technological twists. As you can see, there are no nails holding our lovely victim to the cross, only clamps. So there is no loss of blood to shorten her torments." I looked up at the barely conscious girl, wondering if Katrina could hear what he was saying. "There is, of course, an adjustable anti-gravity field," he continued. "That makes it easier to keep her alive for days." He looked back up at the cross, as the girl pushed her way back up the cross for another breath, and then slumped back over again. "You see that," he said. "After 2 whole days, she still has fight in her." To me Katrina seemed barely alive and struggling to breath. "There is something so lovely about watching a young lady struggle for life on the cross," he said, turning towards me. "Don't you agree Mirida?" "If you say so, sir," I replied, my Cordelian slave training having taught me not to say anything different. "Come," he ordered. "Sit closer to me." I slide over and he put his arm around me. Several platters of fruit and pitchers of different fruit juices arrived. I waited until he offered me some. Fresh fruit and juice like this must be very expensive on a mining colony, but I guess that was not an obstacle to a man as wealthy as he was. When he finished the fruit, he again put his arm around me. I leaned against his shoulder and closed my eyes. I quickly felt his hands groping me through my thin clothes. I knew what was expected of me, if I did not want to be the next one struggling for air on a cross. I ran my hand down towards his crouch and felt around to confirm his arousal. He quickly pulled his pants down, and I stood up, unfastened my gown, and let it fall to the floor. I knelt down between his legs, forced a smile and began to lick his manhood. After a few minutes he pulled me up and motioned for me to sit on his lap. I climbed up, spread my legs wide and slide towards him. With a little difficulty I worked his cock inside me. I smiled at him as I let my pussy tighten around him, then I began to slowly rock up and down on my knees. I closed my eyes and lifted my neck as I felt his cock slide in and out. It took what seemed like a very long time for him to finally cum, and I was exhausted by the time he finished. I slumped forward hugging him for a minute until he recovered. I climbed off and sat next to him on the couch. I looked up at the cross to see that Katrina was looking very weak, but she continued to struggle to breath. A guard arrived a minute later and signaled for me to follow him. I picked up my clothes, and he led me to a small room. "You can clean up here," he said, motioning towards a shower. I felt really dirty and the shower made me feel better, but when I was clean again the guard lead me back to the big hall. I smiled and sat down next to the client on the couch. Katrina looked completely exhausted. I could only imagine the suffering she must be going through, and I quickly turned towards the client and tried to put Katrina out of my mind. "I like you, Mirida," the client said smiling at me. He turned and looked behind him and gestured for one of the men seated on the couches behind us to come over. He stood up and briskly walked over to our couch. "Consider this part of your bonus," he said to the young man. Then he turned back to me and said, "Mirida, would you entertain this young man." I nodded my head and he turned back to the young man and said, "You can use the both over there, if you like." I stood up and took the hand I was offered and let him lead me away towards the booth. The man was younger than the client, but older than I was. He looked around 30. Although not the type of man I would have picked, if I had a choice, he was not bad looking. He led me into the booth and closed the door. There was a similar booth on the other side of the main area. They were not very large, but they were completely enclosed and had a large clear wall that looked out on the stage with the crosses. There was just a single couch against the back wall. The young man gestured for me to sit down, so I did. He sat down too, but at the other end of the couch. He sat there for a minute looking at me but not saying anything. Finally he asked, "So what is your name?" "Mirida, sir," I replied. He stared at me, not seeming to know what to say. "This is awkward," he said. "Somehow.... somehow it all seems ....." I smiled at him, trying to look as friendly as possible. He shook his head. "This is crazy," he said. I smiled at him. "What is your name again?" he asked. "Mirida, sir," I replied again. "Stop calling me sir," he laughed. "It makes me feel awkward." "Ok," I replied. He stared at me, and finally said, "If you were not a slave here, would you really be interested in me?" "Of course," I said. "You are handsome and successful. What girl would not be interested in you?" A Cordelian slave must always be a good actress. While not really true, it had a ring of truth to it, and that is what is needed to fool people. This seemed to relax him a little. I'm not sure he really believed it, but it made him feel better anyway. He slid down to my end of the couch and kissed me on the forehead. I looked up into his eyes and smiled at him so he would not lose his nerve. He kissed me on the mouth and I felt our tongues meet. His hands began the run over my breasts. I reached down and felt his crotch. We caressed and kissed for a long time before he got a little bolder and slipped his hand under my thin clothes. I fumbled with his belt, and he stood up to slip his pants off. I unfastened my gown and let it fall to the floor. When he got his pants off I knelt between his legs, smiled up at him and began to lick his cock. After licking some pre-cum off the head, I slipped his cock in my mouth and ran the head along my tongue. After only two strokes, his cock exploded in my mouth. I kept sucking until he had finished and then licked the last cum off the head. I smiled up at him, but he was clearly embarrassed at having cum so quickly. He didn't say anything, but he began to pull on his pants. "Do you have to go?" I asked. He looked down at me still kneeling on the floor. "You are a real temptress," he said with a smile. "Of course I don't need to go. What was I thinking? Come sit with me a while." I got up and sat next to him. He put his arm around my shoulder. He stared up at Katrina struggling to breath. "God that is erotic," he said. "I have never been here before, but you saw how excited it got me. I suppose you don't find that erotic." I didn't know what to say, so I just looked at him. "I'm sorry," he said. "Of course you don't. That will be you some day." He looked down and then back at me. "God, how can you do this?" he asked. I just starred at him. "I suppose you do what it takes to survive," he said. "You are good, extremely good. God I wish I could get you away from here." He shook his head. "I would buy your freedom, if I could afford it," he said. "But I don't have 1 million credits, much less 80 million." 80 million credits? The manager had told me 50 million. Maybe he had raised it higher than he said. "Even that blow job probably cost 50,000 credits," he said. "Most expensive blow job of my life." I couldn't believe this. These people must be insanely rich. He starred at Katrina for another minute. Her hips were slightly to the right and her head was hanging down seemingly lifeless. Then suddenly her body moved again and she struggled to push her body up and get another breath. He turned and looked down at me. "I want you," he said. Before I had seen tenderness in his eyes, but now I just saw animal lust. He helped me up off the couch, and pressed a button. The couch folded out to form a bed. He took me roughly in his arms and kissed me and then picked me up and dropped me on the bed. He hopped on the bed, his cock now hard. I pulled my legs up and spread them wide. He ran his fingers around to find the opening and then slipped his cock into me. I moaned as he began thrusting in and out. He would look up at Katrina on the cross and then down at me as he pounded away. This time he lasted much longer than before. I was just starting to get exited when he grimaced, made a few hard trusts and then collapsed rolling off of me. I snuggled up next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. He rested for a couple of minutes, and then he seemed to wake up. "God you are fantastic," he said. He got up out of the bed and started to get dressed. "I think we better get going," he said. "He will wonder what is taking so long." I got my flimsy gown back on and followed him out. The guard again took me to the shower to clean up. I repeated this twice more with two older men in the party. They were not as shy. We did not use the booths, but just one of couches off to the side. They both came fairly quickly, but not like the first young man. At this point I was starting to get sore. When the guard led me back, I sat down on the couch next to the client. I wondered whom the client was expecting me to entertain next. "Mirida, I bet you are ready for a rest," the client said. I just looked down. "This girl has given us a good show," he said looking up at Katrina. "I think we need to give her a good send off to the next life." I looked at him not sure what he meant. He reached over and picked up one of the remote controls, like I had seen before. He began fiddle with remote controls. "I would guess we will need lots stimulus," he said. I guessed Katrina must have one of those remote control vibrators inside. The client began adjusting the controls, but Katrina did not seemed to respond. The client kept pushing buttons and making adjustments. Katrina struggled weakly to get another breath, and let out a little moan as she did. "There," the client said. "Given how weak she is, this will take a while, so sit back and enjoy everyone. You too Mirida." Enjoy is hardly what I was thinking, but I knew better than to say anything. I wanted to close my eyes and wait for it to be over, but I looked up at Katrina and tried to make it look like I was interested. Katrina looked soft, her breasts and hips were rounded. In contrast to Katrina's curves, the cross was straight and cold. Katrina began to moan louder, and struggle to force her body up so she could breathe better. I am sure Katrina wished that she could bring her fingers to her clit for just a minute to release the tension that was building inside her, but her arms where tightly fastened to the cross beam and much of her weight hung from them. I had tried the electro stimulation vibrators, and I knew they could build up a huge orgasm without any physical stimulus. It was an amazing sensation to just lay back in your bed and let the tension slowly build to the point you could not resist it anymore. I had turned the electro stimulation to the highest level once for a completely frictionless orgasm. While it was physically intense, I found it strangely not as satisfying as my fingers. I preferred to use my fingers at the end to push myself over the edge. "I think it is time, Mirida," the client said. I looked over and he was pulling his pants down. I unfastened my gown again, and knelt between his knees. "I don't need that this time," he said. "I want to do it doggie style." He pressed something and a little platform rose out of the floor. I climbed on the platform on all fours now facing the cross. The client slipped his cock into me and pushed it deep inside. I was surprised at how easily it slid into me. I was very wet. The client began to thrust in and out slowly, and I began to moan. I only like the doggie position when I am extremely turned on and want to feel like I am being used. I looked up at Katrina and it was clear that she was very close now. She was moaning loudly and her chest heaved up for more air. As she raised her head, I could see the tension in her face. I realized that it was hard to tell if Katrina's expression was one of agony from the pain of crucifixion or pleasure from her impending orgasm. She withered on the cross in some combination of pain and pleasure. As her moans grew louder, I felt the tension began to build in my own groins. The client was thrusting faster and harder, as Katrina moans grew louder. Katrina struggle upright on the cross and let out a scream as her body twisted and contorted in pain or pleasure. The client cried out too, as he thrust deeply into me. I felt my pussy muscles tighten up gripping his cock and then waves of pleasure rolled out across my stomach and legs as I cried out. I buried my head in my hands on the platform as the spasms in my loins slowly subsided. The client had apparently finished too. He had collapsed back on the couch. I rolled on my side on the platform and lay there semi-conscious for some seconds. After some time, I sat up. I looked up towards the cross. Katrina was hanging almost lifeless. Her hair hung down over her head, making it difficult to see her face. I was not sure whether she was still alive or not. I felt suddenly cold and dirty, but not the kind of dirt I could wash off with another shower. I went over to the couch and sat down next to the client. I leaned my naked body against his, because that is what we had been trained to do. He put his arms around my shoulder and pulled me close. "I think she is almost finished," he said. I did not say anything. "Do you think I should put her out of her misery?" he asked. "What do you mean, sir?" I inquired. "She is just barely alive," he said. "I can explode her vibrator, and she will bleed to death in a few minutes. Who knows how long she might hang on in her current weakened state?" It did not look to me like she was going to hang on for very long and I found the idea of exploding the vibrator inside her revolting. "She has suffered for three days," I said. "Let her pass on peacefully." The client looked at me surprised. "If it were you up there, that is what you would want?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "Very well," he said. "I will increase the gravity back to normal. We reduced the gravity to keep her alive this long." He reached down and fiddled with some controls. Katrina seemed to wake up and take another weak breath, but she could not force herself up on the cross anymore. The client got dressed, and so did I. He ordered some more juice for everyone to drink and we sat sipping from our glasses as Katrina slowly expired on the cross. A red light came on at the far end of the hall, and the client stood up. "That light means her heart has stopped," he said, turning towards me. "Mirida, you have certainly lived up to your advanced billing." I looked down. "I'm glad you were pleased," I said. "I look forward to seeing more of you on future trips," he said smiling down at me. I did not know what that meant. Was he hopping to use me like he had today, or was he looking forward to watching me die? I didn't know, but I just bowed my head. One of the guards came and led me back to my room. The first thing I did was to get in the shower. I let the water run over my body for a long time, hoping it would make me feel clean again. I sat down on the floor of the shower and cried for a long time. The next day I was again brought to see the older man in the large office. I wondered if this was the Mr. Gobbi that the guard had said raised my price. "The client was extremely pleased with you enthusiasm, Mirida," the man said. I did not say anything, but just bowed my head. "I don't think your enthusiasm was good acting either," he said. "I think you genuinely enjoyed your self." I didn't dare look up. The man came out from behind his desk and approached me. He pushed my chin up as he said, "It is nothing to be ashamed of. It was very erotic. It is just human nature." I looked into his eyes. He looked like such nice gentleman. It was hard to believe he might be in charge here. "I understand why you are ashamed," he said. "But you shouldn't be." I thought I should be. The man stared at me for a minute. "I think I should raise your price again," he said. "You are something special." I looked down at the floor again. "Keep it up, Mirida," he said. "And you will not have anything to worry about." After the meeting, I was lead back to my room. For the next month nothing unusual happened. There were no customers or at least customer who could afford to look at "A" list girls. One day I was brought to the large office with the older gentleman. "Mirida, I have an unusual assignment for you," he said. "The Emperor of one of the frontier planets has brought a number of prisoners here for execution. These are people that have been found guilty of rape, murder or terrorism. You will be the companion to the Emperor in his private box." I nodded. "These executions will not be in our house," he said. "They will be at the public arena, and they will be broadcast back to the home world." I nodded again. "Of course," he added. "What goes on in the Emperor's box will not be broadcast." I was brought to the beauty parlor to get my hair and nails done. Two guards brought me to a vehicle and accompanied me to the arena. I was taken up to a private box. It was empty, but the arena was filling up with people. I sat alone in the box for some time. A man was brought out into the arena in robes. The robes were removed leaving him naked. The man's hands were lashed to a metal frame. He was standing with his arms and legs spread and connected to the frame. He was left standing, fully exposed. After a minute the guards lead a woman out into the arena. The guard was carrying a whip, which he handed to the woman when they got near the man. The woman positioned herself and then snapped the whip at the man. Clearly she was not very experienced with whips and the first stroke missed completely. The woman positioned her body differently and swung the whip again. This time it connected with the man's chest with a loud crack. Obviously this was not a simple whip. It include some kind of an energy shock when it connected. The woman positioned her body again and snapped the whip at the helpless man. This time the whip connected lower down close to the man's exposed genitals. The man's body twisted in pain from the energy enhanced blow. Suddenly the door behind me burst open and the Emperor entered followed by his entourage. I knelt and bowed low on floor. The emperor came up to me. "Come," he said. "Sit with me." I stood up and followed the Emperor to a chair in the front of the box. The Emperor was a tall middle-aged man with a slender build. He was well dressed in very contemporary looking, but comfortable clothes. Not the kind of clothes you would expect an Emperor to be wearing for an official state function. He settled into his seat, and I sat in the chair next to his. The Emperor looked down at the proceedings in the area. There now was a different woman whipping the man tied to the structure in the middle of the arena. This woman was younger than the first, and seemed to have better aim with the whip. She was clearly aiming for the genitals, and when she found the mark, the crowd in the arena let out a roar of approval. "Do you understand what is going on," the Emperor asked me. "Not really, sir," I replied. "This man is a convicted rapist," the Emperor said. "He has been found guilty of 23 rapes, but he probably committed more than 100. The women who were his victims have been offered the opportunity to whip him before he is executed. Several have taken the opportunity to do so today. We are broadcasting this live today to serve as a deterrent." After a few minutes, another woman came out and took her turn with the whip. The man was clearly beginning to bleed from the whipping of his private parts. This woman was extremely accurate with her blows, landing several right on the man's cock. Each time the man screamed in agony and the crowd roared its approval. After this woman was finished, several men came out with some equipment. They began attaching some metal rings to the man's cock and balls. These rings were attached to cables that ran down to something on the ground level. Next they inserted a metal butt plug into the man rear and connected it to a cable also. They carefully checked his wrist and ankle connections to make sure they were secure. When they were satisfied, they left the arena. A man dressed like a government official came out and began to read the charges against the man. This took some time, since there were so many charges. The crowd was clearly getting a little restless. He then gestured up towards the Emperor's booth. The Emperor stood up next to me and held up his hands for silence. The crowd gradually became quiet. When the crowd had settled down, the Emperor reached forward and threw a switch on the barrier in front of him. The man screamed as his body was jolted by a burst of energy, and the crowd roared its approval. It did not look to be continuous, but rather a few second burst of energy every 10 or 15 seconds. The Emperor sat back down and turned to me. "This will take a quarter hour or more," the Emperor said. "At least that is what we have been promised. The energy bursts should completely burn away his genitals before the device finishes him off." I looked down and could see the man try to bend over with each jolt, but with his wrists and ankles restrained he could not. Even from this distance I could start to see signs of burnt flesh around his crotch. The crowd was getting louder, but I really didn't want to look, so I concentrated my attention on the Emperor. I was not sure what I was supposed to do. I thought it would be more than just sit in a chair next to the Emperor, but I was going to follow the Emperor lead and just sit for the moment. "This form of execution is especially appropriate for a rapist, don't you think?" the Emperor asked me. I nodded, but didn't want to look at what was going on below in the arena. I kept my eyes on the Emperor and a smile painted on my face. The rapist's cries and the crowd noise grew louder. The Emperor and other people in the booth were concentrating on the arena below. It sounded like he would not last much longer. I glanced down and saw him withering in pain with a large patch of burned flesh around his lower abdomen. I quickly looked back to the Emperor. He seemed to be intently staring down at the spectacle in the arena. I looked down at the floor and hoped this would soon be over. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a minute, there was wild cheering from the crowd. The Emperor was standing up again, and reached for another switch. He hesitated a minute as the crowd cheering grew louder still, and then he threw the switch. Even over the crowd noise I could here the screech and explosion of multiple blaster discharges. When I looked down the man and parts of the chains that had restrained him were gone. His body and parts of the chains had been completely vaporized. After the crowd began to settle down again, the Emperor sat down again and looked over at me. "What do you think of it?" the Emperor asked. Not knowing what to say, I replied, "I think he got what he deserved." The Emperor nodded. "You may find what's coming up interesting too," the Emperor said. "Even though it is not an execution." I looked down at the arena. Men were pushing a number of platforms out with some kind of small device sticking up in the center. "On our world we execute only the most violent and dangerous rapist," the Emperor said. "We have another very fitting punishment for most rapists." I glanced at the platforms being positioned in the arena below, but still didn't understand what they were for. "We castrate them," the Emperor said. I had heard that some frontier worlds used a drug on child molesters which was suppose to permanently remove the sex drive, but administering a drug would not make much of a show. This was going to be a real castration. "The rape victims will activate the actual castration of their rapists," the Emperor said. "If you were raped, would you want to castrate your rapists?" Hadn't I been raped multiple times? Wasn't the Emperor going to rape me? Would I want to castrate the Emperor? "Of course," I said, mostly as the answer I thought the Emperor wanted. "The victims will also have the option to take their rapist's penis," the Emperor said. "Would you do that?" Cutting off the penis was a good start of what I wanted to do to the men who ran the Yatus colony, but just the start. "Yes, sir," I replied. "I suspect most of these women will agree with you," the Emperor said. The crowd began to make noise again, and I looked down to see three men being lead naked into the arena. Each man had a collar around the neck, and the collars were chained together. They were lead to the platforms. Each man was separated from the chain and lead to a platform. When he was standing on the platform, his feet and wrists were fastened to restraints, and then the device in the middle was brought up and fitted around his penis and balls. I suspected this device had some sort of laser surgical cutters built into them. With the three men securely in place, the guards left the arena. The government official entered the arena again follow by three women. The government official read out the charge against the first man and then handed the first woman a small box. She immediately pressed the button and man screamed, as his balls were cleanly cut off. There were big screens all around the arena that showed close ups of the balls falling to the ground. The women smiled, and then pressed the second button. The man screamed again and the screens showed his penis being cut off and falling to the ground. The crowd cheered. The first man now hung limp from his restraints. The official moved on to the second man and read out the charges and sentence for the second man. The Emperor leaned over to me and said, "This is all done without anything to deaden the pain either." I nodded, as the second man screamed. I looked back to see his balls drop to the ground on the big screens. The crowd was roaring its approval. The women seemed to be looking around, waiting for something. When the crowd began to quiet down a little, she looked back at her rapist and pressed the second button. The man screamed again, and his penis fell to the ground. The crowd roared its approval again. I wondered, were these men really rapists? They seemed to be very handsome men, not the kind I would expect to be so desperate as to rape women. Perhaps they only chose the very handsome ones to do here. The official was now reading out the charges and sentence for the last man. He handed the last women the remote control, but she did not immediately press any of the buttons. She walked over closer to the man and was saying something that we could not hear. Finally, she pressed the button. The man screamed, and the monitors showed his balls dropping to the ground. The women walked up onto the platform and stepped on his balls to a roar from the crowd. The women then pointed down at his penis and said more things to the man. After several minutes of conversation, she took several steps back, then pressed the second button. The large screens showed the man's penis fall to the ground, as the man screamed. The crowd roared its approval again. "It looks like all three women agreed with you," the Emperor said, "and took their rapist's penis." I nodded. The three men were being lead out of the arena, and the platforms they had been on were being pushed out in a different direction. A large platform was pushed out from one end of the arena. The purpose of this platform looked clear. There was a high beam that ran above the platform and about 20 nooses hung down above an elevated section that ran under the beam. "This is the execution I have been waiting for," the Emperor said. "This is a group of terrorists who plotted to assassinate me." As the Emperor said that, a line of naked people chained together at the neck was lead into the arena. Most were young men, but there were two older men and three young women included in the group. When the group reached the hanging platform, they were unlocked one by one and lead up a movable stairs onto the shelf. They were positioned with a noose around their neck. Each noose was carefully adjusted so that it was taught and the knot was positioned near their left ear. Each of the people standing on the shelf had their wrists tied behind them. When the last person was positioned on the shelf with the noose around his neck, the stairway was moved away and the group was left standing alone as the guards exited the arena. The Emperor stood and held out his hands for silence. It took a minute for the crowd in the arena to quiet down. "These twenty-one terrorists plotted to kill me," the Emperor said. "And now they will play the price for their crimes and their total disregard for moral principals. Tonight we show our determination to uphold the historic principals that have made us strong by subjecting these traitors to the traditional punishment that has been use throughout all of history for treason." With that, he touched a control on the railing, and the shelf began to slowly move down. The Emperor sat back down next to me, and leaned over. "These bastards are in for a surprise," the Emperor said. "They think this will all be over in two minutes, but this is going to be a slow hanging." Having watched a girl hang for hours, I knew this was possible with anti-gravity platforms. There must be an anti-grav generator built into the hanging platform. As I looked back, the crowd roared as the shelf descended far enough that the group's legs were now swinging free. There feet were not tied. Some seemed to be hanging quietly trying to accept their fate, but a number were wildly kicking around. The big screens in the arena panned along the hanging men and women. All of the men seemed to have erect penises. The Emperor must have seen me starring at the screen. "It is widely believed myth that men get erections when they are hanged," the Emperor said. "To make sure no one here was disappointed, we gave them a special secret drug." I nodded. "But it looks like we may have overdone it," the Emperor laughed. The roar in the arena was now mixed with laughing as the screens zoomed in on each man's erection. Then suddenly the penis of one of the men jerked and shot some cum on the ground. The man shuddered and then went limp as the crowd roared. "This drug is working as well as I was told it would," the Emperor said smiling at me. There was another roar from the crowd. I looked at the screen to see another one of the young men shudder and go limp. Then several more men did the same thing. The crowd was going crazy. The women were still struggling. I wondered if only the men had been given this drug. As time passed one after another of the men ejaculated and then went limp. There faces were now turning blue. The women were beginning to turn blue in the face too, but they seemed to still struggle a little. The crowd seemed to settle down as the last signs of life faded from the condemned. All of the naked men and women hung silently, a few slowly twisting on the end of their ropes. "I think that is the end of them," the Emperor said. "I hope the rest of their terrorist friends get the message." The Emperor stood up and looked back at me. "Come," he said. I stood up and follow towards the back of the box. The Emperor exited the box and I tried to follow, but a guard stepped in front of me and ordered me to follow him. In the hall there were more of the Emperor private guards. I could see the Emperor entering another door flanked by guards. I was lead to the same entrance and into a large room surrounded by three guards. The room had a large low bed but otherwise appeared to be empty. I had seen the Emperor enter this room, but he was nowhere to be seen and I could not see any other exit. The guards seem to be just waiting, so I had no choice but to waited too. Suddenly a section of the sidewall slide open and the Emperor stepped into the room. After the door had slide closed I could not see the entrance even knowing it had been there. "Leave her here with me," the Emperor said. The guards looked at each other unsure if they should follow this order. "She is but one unarmed slave girl," the Emperor added. "I can handle her." The guards slowly departed leaving me alone with the Emperor. "They act like you are one of the terrorists," the Emperor said. "You aren't a trained assassin are you?" "No, sir," I said looking down at the floor. "I didn't think so," the Emperor laughed. "Of course, if you were you wouldn't tell me anyway." "Come," the Emperor gestured towards the bed. "Let's try this thing out." I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. The Emperor went over to some hidden controls on the wall, and suddenly the solid walls on three sides of the room appeared to turn into windows onto the arena. Even the door I had entered by had appeared to vanish. I had heard of this kind of technology, but had never seen it applied like this. The effect was very impressive. I could see that the hanging platform had been moved to the end of the arena, but the victims were still hanging lifelessly from it. A new platform was being pushed to the center of the arena now. "There is nothing so stimulating as watching your would be assassins hung," the Emperor said. "It is some primeval instinct that sexually stimulates the survivor of a combat to the death." This made no sense to me. The Emperor had simply ordered the execution. There had been no combat. Perhaps these terrorists had come very close to succeeding before being captured. "Yes, sir," I said, not daring to contradict the Emperor. "Now, as the victor I will have my prize," the Emperor said. I assumed I was the Emperor's prize. The Emperor grabbed my gown and ripped it down the front. He pulled me up out of it and then lay me back down on the bed. He lifted my legs up in the air, and then suddenly he entered me. All this had happened so quickly that I was not prepared and he had a hard time forcing himself into me. I let out a gasp of pain, which I tried to disguise as a gasp of pleasure. The Emperor seemed to be unconcerned with me, and proceeded to force himself deeper into me. At least I was beginning to lubricate, which allowed me to relax and let the Emperor have his way with me. After several minutes the Emperor arched his back and let out a cry. As I had been taught in slave school, I arched my back and twisted my face in a faked orgasm. The Emperor lay down on the bed exhausted. I sat up and looked down on him. I realized that if I were an assassin, this would be the moment to strike. Alas, I had no training for that. Instead I lay down next to the Emperor and placed my arms around him. After a couple of minutes rest the Emperor pushed me away, and sat up again. "You actually are a prize worth winning," the Emperor said, smiling at me. I guess that was a compliment, perhaps on my appearance or the quality of my fake orgasm. The Emperor stood up and fastened his pants back up. On the wall I noticed that two crosses had been set up and two women were being fastened to the crosses before they were erected. "Ah, yes," the Emperor said. "The final show for today, a Dandurian enhanced crucifixion." Danduria was the developer of a torture machine rumored to be used by criminals, spies and some law enforcement agencies on the frontier worlds. While it did no physical damage, it made the victim feel like his body was racked with pain. Crucifixion was already supposed to be one of the most painful ways to die. Why did they need to make it worse with a Dandurian torture machine? The Emperor watched the crosses being erected. "These two are not really criminals," he said. "In fact we got them right here on Yatus. They are Cordelain slaves, just like you, but we made up some crime for crowd." With the crosses now erect, the women were struggling to hold themselves upright. While the walls showed what was going on in the arena, there was no sound. Suddenly both women appeared to scream and their bodies went rigid. This must be the effect of the Dandurian torture machine. "Ah, yes," the Emperor smiled. "That is just a taste of what is to come. Too bad I won't have time to stay all afternoon and watch." The Emperor walked over to the controls and turned off the wall displays. He then walked over to the door and out of the room. In a moment one of the guards was in the room ordering me to get up and follow him. I found what remained of my clothes on the floor, and draped it over myself. A few hours later I was back in my room. I took a shower, but it didn't really make me feel clean. I was not sure I could ever feel clean again. I expected a visit with one of managers, but the house seemed very quiet the next day. I was taken to the gym for exercise, but that was all. Nights were usually very quiet, but something different was going on that night. There were people coming and going in the halls late at night. Suddenly my door opened and a strangely dressed security man or policeman entered the room and ordered me to follow him. In the hall he put a collar around my neck and fastened me to a chain, and then lead me towards the lobby of the building. When we got to the main entry, there were many similarly dressed policemen guarding a group of slave girls who were locked together. The regular house guards were also standing around with several policemen watching them. My guard added me to the chain of women and departed. I looked at the other women. I recognized some of the women, but not all of them. They were obviously just as worried as I was about what this all meant. A large vehicle arrived at the front entrance and all the women were lead out and put into the back of it. The vehicle ride lasted only a few minutes, and I recognized the back entrance to the arena that I had been at only a couple days before. We were lead off the vehicle to a large room. There already were around ten women from our house sitting in the room. "You will not be harmed here as long as you obey," one of the guards said in a loud voice. "Sit here and wait for your name to be called. Absolutely no talking." Then the guard began to remove the chains from our collars, but left the collar on. I sat down on one of the benches next to some women I had never seen before. Several girls were whispering to each other. I whispered to the girl next to me, "What is happening?" "Change of ownership," the girl whispered back to me. It seemed unlikely that all these policemen would be needed if the house had just been sold. This looked more like a police take over of the house. Another group of women arrived and took seats in the room. I had not realized that our house had this many women. Could some of these be from another house? Suddenly my vision froze. Sitting near the end of the bench of women that had just arrived was one that looked just like Katrina, the woman I watched die on the cross with a very wealthy client. That was not possible. I had watched her die, hadn't I? I looked around at the policemen. They had told us to sit on the benches, but there were only two policemen in the room, and they were distracted right now by the new arrivals. I got up and walked over to the women that looked like Katrina and sat down next to her. I checked, but it seemed that none of the policemen had noticed. I leaned over and whispered, "You are Katrina?" The women looked at me a little puzzled. "Yes," she whispered. "But I don't know you." "Mirida," I said. "I thought you were dead." "Don't say that," Katrina said with some panic in her voice. "I saw you die on the cross," I protested. Katrina looked around to check the policemen guarding us. "Don't ever tell anyone that," she said. I looked at her puzzled. "I was dead," Katrina whispered. "They brought me back with some new, secret technology. It doesn't always work. My memory is very hazy. I don't remember the time on the cross or seeing you." "You mean they try to bring all the women back to life," I asked. "No," she said. "Most they cannot. Time is important and how you died. If you bleed to death, there is nothing they can do. Like when a client explodes one of those vibrators inside you." I had seen that with my first client. "What are they going to do with you now?" I asked. "They don't know," Katrina said. "They just want to keep it secret that I'm alive." Katrina looked around at the police that still seemed to be busy with papers. "Look," Katrina whispered. "I would move away and forget everything I told you. I don't think these ones have figured it out yet, but they will eventually. If they remember the two of us talking, you may be in big trouble." I nodded. I looked around at the policemen, who all seemed to have their noses in some papers or books. I quickly slipped over to another bench and looked in a different direction. I carefully avoided looking back at Katrina again. I guess it made sense that they wanted to keep it a secret that they had some technology to bring the dead back to life, at least as long as they had not been dead too long. The customers might feel cheated, if they found out, and demand their money back. The policemen started calling names one at a time. As each woman's name was called, she was lead away to another room, and did not return. Eventually my name was called, and I was lead to a room were two men I had never seen before sat behind a large table with several young assistants standing behind them. These I took it were the new owners of the house. They were looking at some papers in front of them. One of the assistants pointed to some items and whispered in the older mans ear. "So, you are Mirida," the older man said, looking up at me. "I have heard about you." I looked down at the floor. "The notes here indicate the Emperor was very pleased with your last assignment," the man continued. I looked up, but did not say anything. "All your clients have been very pleased," he said. "If you keep up this kind of work you should have many more years to look forward to as one of our star attractions." "Yes, sir," I said. "Take her back to her room," the man said. "And make sure she gets special treatment." The guards acknowledged the order, and I turned to follow them out of the room. "Wait a minute," the man ordered. "Bring her back." One of the assistants was pointing to something on the papers. "You were an officer on a merchant star ship?" he asked. "A junior officer, sir," I replied. "Did you play Tocana?" he asked. Tocana is a gambling game that is very popular with the crews of merchant ships. "Yes, the officers played once or twice a week," I replied. "Did you win or lose?" he asked. "I usually lost a small amount," I said. "But sometimes I would win." He studied me for a minute. "Ok. Take her away," he said. "And make sure she gets some new clothes and some vids to watch." The policemen nodded, and we turned and went out again. This time I was the only person in the back of a much smaller vehicle. After a few minutes we arrived back the house and the policeman brought me into the lobby to turn me over to the regular house guards. One of the guards led me up to my old room again. Even though it was the middle of the morning, I took a shower and went to bed. I did not know what to think of the events of the night, but I was so exhausted I quickly fell to sleep. I was awakened from a deep sleep by someone saying, "Wake up, Mirida." I forced my eyes open to see a well-dressed man with a guard standing behind him. "We are moving you to a better room," the man said. I had never seen this man before, but I recognized the guard. I slowly began to sit up to get out of bed. I was only wearing panties, but given my experience I was now use to being nude around the guards and managers. "Here," the man said handing me a large bag. "Get dressed and put your belongings in this. We will wait outside." The man turned and walked out. The guard looked surprised, but followed him out. It took only a few minutes to get dressed and ready. I only had a few changes of clothes the house had issued me. I knocked on the door and the guard opened it. "Follow me," the manager said. We went down some halls I had never been in before to a lift that took us up two floors. I had never been on these floors before. The halls looked similar, but when the opened the door to my new room, I could immediately see that it was almost twice the size of my old room. The room also had a much larger shower and dressing area and a large vid screen. "I think you will find this room much nicer," the manager said. "It looks very nice," I said. "The vids are available anytime," he said. My old room had a very small vid screen and it only worked for two hours in the evening. "We will leave you now to rest," the manager said. "Someone will come to bring you to dinner." Up to now meals had been brought to my room. "Bring me to dinner?" I asked. "Yes," the manager replied. "You will be eating dinner with some of the staff." The manager and guard left me alone in my new room. I wondered what all these changes meant. What changes were the new management planning? Why was I being treated so well? It made me feel uneasy. A few hours later the guards came to get me for dinner. I was brought to a small room on the lower level. There was a table set for dinner and I was directed to take a seat near the end of the table. Three guards sat at the table and we sat there in silence for several minutes, until a well-dressed man I had never seen before arrived and sat at the head of the table. "Hello, Mirida," the man said. "I am one of the new owners of this house." I nodded. I guess that made him my owner too. "I hear that you have some experience with Tocana," he said. "Yes sir," I said. Several men dressed as waiters began to bring in food, which was served to all of us. It was much better food than I had been getting, but nothing spectacular. The owner proceeded to quiz me on the basic rules of Tocana, which is not that complicated. Each player gets four tokens. Eventually 5 tokens are placed in the middle for everyone. The object is to make the highest and lowest set of 5 tokens using 3 from the common tokens and 2 from your 4 tokens. For high set, there is a ranking based on pairs, triplets and sequences and colors. For low set, only tokens of value eight or less are allowed with no pairs. Some plays, no one can make a low set, so the high set gets all the bets, but usually the high and low hand split the bets. One of the guards picked up were the owner left off, asking about strategy. I explained my basic strategy which a lieutenant taught me one night after I had lost a lot of credits in the weekly officers Tocana game on my ship. The basic idea is you only want to play starting tokens that have a chance of being both the high and low winner, so you get all the bets, and if your chances do not look good after the first three common tokens, get away from it. When I was finished the guard nodded and looked back to the owner at the head of the table. "We are going to give you a chance to show your skill at Tocana," the new owner said. I could not imagine what he was talking about. I had no money. Unless we were just playing for fun, I didn't see how I could play with this group, but I didn't say anything. I just nodded. "The game will be in a few days," he continued. "You will play against some of the other women." So no one in the game will have any money. What was the point of this game? "If you are wondering where you will get the money for this game," he said. "We will loan it to you. If you cannot pay your loan back at the end, we will take it out on you with the Dandurian whip." I had heard of the Dandurian whip. It was suppose to be unbearably painful, but did not do any actual physical damage or leave any marks. That was certainly an incentive to win, since I doubted they would let me keep any money if I won. Still it didn't really explain the point of it all. If they wanted to whip some of their slaves, they didn't need a Tocana game. They could just do it. "Yes, sir," I said. Slaves did not question their owner. Maybe this was something some client wanted to watch. I was lead back to my room. The next week or so seemed normal. I was again allowed to work out in the gym. The food I was getting seemed better than it had been, but I was still forced to eat all meals alone in my room and had no contact with anyone, other than the guards. No one mentioned Tocana. Then in the evening after dinner a guard came to my room and announced he would be back in an hour to get me for the Tocana game. About an hour latter he returned and lead me to a part of the building I had never been to before. We arrived at a large room with a low ceiling. In the middle of the room was a circular table set up with an automatic Tocana game. I had seen these in casinos, but no ship I had been on could afford something like this. Instead of dealing plastic or metal tokens, there was a control unit in the middle of the table and each player had a small console. The consoles had very directional screens that could only be seen when seated directly in front of the screen. There were a number of chairs at one side of the room, and there were screens setup facing the chairs. I gathered these screens would be showing those watching the tokens that everyone had so they could follow the game more closely. The guard motioned me to one of the seats at the table, and I sat down. There was one other woman I did not recognize already seated at the table. Over the next few minutes four more women were brought into the room and took a seat at the table. I did not recognize any or them. Other men were filtering into the room taking up the seats along the wall. Most of these men I recognized as managers or guards, but a few I had never seem before. A man came around and placed a stack of chips in front of each of the women players. The new owner from the dinner a week ago arrived with a small entourage that included two well-dressed women. The women and the others found seats, while owner walked around behind the table so he was facing both the seated audience and us. "Tonight we have a Tocana game for your entertainment," he said. "Each player has 1000 credits. The game will end when the first player goes broke. For each 100 credits a player is down, she will receive one lash with the Dandurian whip." He gestured towards one end of the room where something was fastened to the wall. It looked like a whip with long strands of material handing from a handle that had a power cell attached to it. I gathered that was a Dandurian whip, although I had never seen one before. "You all understand the rules," he continued. "This is a no limit Tocana game, with the usual all in rules, so let the game begin." The officers always played no limit back on my ship, but as I had been taught, you never put all your money on the table. No limit was tricky. People with more money in the game could force you to go all in at any time. Sometimes your tokens were just too good to fold or you were sure they were bluffing and just trying to push you around. Bad luck could clean you out quickly, so you always wanted to have enough cash in your pocket to buy back in to the game several times to get a chance to win your money back. There was no chance of buying your way back into this game. If I went all in and lost, it was 10 lashes with the Dandurian whip! I would have to be very careful, and not take chances. Of course that was what this game was all about, taking chances. The game started slowly. All the other women were playing carefully too. It soon became clear to me that while all of these women knew the rules of the game, it seemed none of them really knew anything about strategy or what kind of tokens to play. You might think that would make it easy for me to win, and it would in the long run, but in a game like this it made it even more tricky. In a game against skilled players you could be sure they would never play certain kinds of tokens, but these women were playing anything. I would have to be doubly careful. I folded most of my hands. Saw the first tokens on the board with a few and quickly folded when I missed. My stack of chips was slowly dwindling by the small losses and open fees. I decided that with the pots so big I needed to play more starting tokens that could connect and see what happened. A few hands later I got one, two, and two three tokens. I decided to play this and see what developed. The board showed another three, giving me 3 threes, but that would never hold up for the high hand. If the board paired or the last three came, that might be high, but my low looked pretty good. Several women called, with Kate leading the betting. My tokens did not improve on the final board, and Kate bet 100 credits, a large bet for the game so far. She had been getting more aggressive, but I thought I had the low, and half the pot looked pretty good right now. One other woman called us too. Thankfully, I did have the low, and Kate had a straight for the high, so we split the pot. The pot was big enough, even though we split it. I was now up a little. I continued to play very carefully, and saw my chip count slowly shrink to one then two strokes of the Dandurian whip. Two of the women were getting dangerously low on chips and I was afraid one of them would bust out of the game soon. That would mean 10 strokes for her, but 2 or maybe more for me. I desperately needed to win another big pot, but my tokens were just not connecting with the board. Then what I feared happened. Kate forced Shiria, one of the weak players with only a few chips left, to go all in. I watched in horror as the common tokens appeared on the board. I was hoping for a split pot that would at least keep the game going. Then I noticed Shiria had a half smile on her face. Had her tokens connected with this board? The last common token appear and the board flashed the results. Not only had Shiria not busted out, she had scoped both sides of the pot! She had good starting tokens that connected with the board. Kate had lousy starting tokens that had completely missed the board. Suddenly luck and the texture of the game shifted. All the women realized how Kate had been pushing them around, and began to call her down. I finally got a good starting hand, two ones, three and four tokens. Kate was in the pot with several other women, and Kate opened the pot. I just called her, because my hand could always miss the board, but it connected this time. I was sure I had both sides of this pot. Kate led the betting again, and I decided to just call her to disguise the strength of my hand. The next token on the board was no help to me, but I didn't think I needed any help. Kate led the betting again, and I decided this was the time to trap her. Rather than just calling, I bet all my chips. From experience players are suspicious of all in bets on the end. They are more likely to call with at least one token to come. Going all in when a token comes on the board which could not possibly help a good players hand always makes it more likely a weak hand will call. Kate started at me. She still had enough chips to call my bet without going all in, but it would take most of what she had. Kate thought for several minutes, and then pushed her chips into the pot. All the other women folded. I didn't even notice what the final board token was, but the board flashed that I had scooped the pot. Kate starred at me in disbelieve. I looked at her tokens. She actually had a good low. Mine was just a little better. I could hear many hushed conversation amongst the audience, but could not make out what any of them were saying. Kate was now very low on chips. Every time she tried to enter a pot, someone would try to force her all in, and she was forced to drop out. Finally, she was so low on chips that she had to go all in. She had a fair set of tokens, but they completely missed, and she busted out of the game. I smiled, because I was well ahead thanks to Kate's overly aggressive play. As soon as the hand ended, guards moved forward to grab Kate and three other women who were down a little to a lot. The audience began to clap and cheer. It was not clear whether they were cheering the winners or the losers of this game. The guards lined the 4 women up at the end of the room. The new owner moved towards the women and whispered something to one of the guards. "Shiria won the final hand," the new owner announced. "So I have decided she will not be punished." One of the guards led Shiria back to her seat. The guards stripped the first girl naked and fastened here hands to restraints in the wall, while another guard got the Dandurian whip ready. Dandurian whips, like other Dandurian torture devices, were illegal everywhere. Nonetheless, they were available on many of the frontier worlds, especially those that had signed the Cordelian treaty. The first girl received a single stroke, but when the strands of the whip hit her back, she cried out in agony. The small group of men and a few women watching from the chairs cheered at this first blow. Her body became rigid, and then a shudder seemed to run across her shoulders and arms as the pain slowly faded from her mind. There were no marks on her body, but the girl was left slumped against the wall sobbing. The guards unfastened her and one of them helped her from the room, since she could not seem to walk on her own. All that from a single blow from the Dandurian whip! What would 10 do? The second girl was to get 6 strokes. The first stoke had a similar effect on her. Leaving her crying with her body hanging from her wrist restraints. The guard allowed the full impact of each stoke before administering the next. The audience cheered each new blow. The girl's cries initially grew louder with each additional stroke, but then faded on the final strokes. She seemed to have passed out between strokes, but each additional stroke brought her back to consciousness briefly. When her ordeal was over, two guards had to carry her away. Kate had watched this bravely, knowing it was her turn next. She was older than most of the slaves I had seen here. Her face seemed emotionless as the guards removed her clothes and fastened her wrists to the wall. She lowered her head to rest against the wall as she braced herself for the first blow. When it landed, she screamed in agony. The audience cheered, but I and the other slaves remained silently thankful we did not have to endure this. Kate seemed to lose consciousness by the third blow. Her body would hang against the wall until the next blow landed. When it was over, she seemed totally unconscious as the guards carried her away. The new owner stood up and said, "That concludes our entertainment for tonight. Let's all give a round of applause for all the contestants." There was a polite round of applause and then everyone began to get up and leave. A guard came up behind me to escort me back to my room. The new owner seemed to make eye contact with me from the other side of the room and smiled, but said nothing, as I was lead out. Nothing seemed to have changed the next day. I resumed my regular schedule of exercise, beauty treatments, and leisure time. If I hadn't been a slave with the constant threat of execution forced to provide sexual gratification for a wealthy perverts, I would have thought this was a good way to relax. Some weeks later a guard arrived in my room early in the morning and announced, "Pack you bags. You are going on a trip." I was puzzled. "How long a trip," I asked. "It's ten days to get there," the guard said. That was a long trip. Clearly we were going far from the Yatus colony. By star ship, this could be almost any of the inhabited worlds. I packed all my belongings in a bag, assuming this would be a round trip. I hoped that was not being optimistic. I was quickly loaded into a ground car and traveled back to the star port. The ship could have been the same one that brought me to Yatus, but I was not sure. I was locked into a room similar to the one on my trip to the Yatus colony. It was several hours before the ship finally lifted off. Of course no one told me why we had to wait. The trip was similar to my trip to Yatus. I was kept locked in my cabin all but one hour per day, when I was allowed to use the small on board gym. I saw no one except two guards. I was treated and feed well, but bored and lonely. I had lots of time to think about what this trip was about, and I did not like most of the ideas. I had no idea where we were when the ship finally landed. It was obviously a frontier world from the looks of the spaceport, but not one I knew. I was whisked away from the spaceport in a low altitude flying transport along with the two guards from the ship. We traveled for more than an hour across rather barren landscapes with no sign of human habitation. Then we crossed a mountain range and were flying over a green valley with rivers and forests. The craft then turned slightly and approached a small rounded hill with huge buildings on top. As we came closer I could see on the top of the hill what looked like one of the largest houses I had ever seen. Surrounding it, lower down on the hill were many out buildings and some smaller houses. We landed on a pad next to the big house. There were four other small flying craft there and one that was much bigger. After we disembarked, one guard watched me while the other went ahead to meet someone. He came back in a moment and motioned to follow him. We were met by another guard apparently a local. He led us to a back entrance and then down a ramp into the hill under the house. There I was lead to a small, well-lit, comfortable looking room. The guards dropped my bags. "You will be staying here tonight," he said. I nodded. "I hear she is quite good," the local guard said. The two Yatus guards nodded their heads. "We will see tomorrow," the local guard said as he closed the door. What did that mean? What was I "quite good" at? Had I been brought all this way to provide sexual services? That didn't make any sense. There didn't seem to be any other slaves from the house on the ship. They wouldn't send me on one ship and other slaves on another. Were they planning to execute me tomorrow? It just didn't make sense. While the bed in the room was comfortable, I had trouble falling asleep. I kept wondering if this was my last night. I must have finally fallen asleep, because I was awakened with a start by a local guard bring breakfast. I was just finishing my breakfast when I heard people outside and the door opened again. There stood the new owner of my house. Had he come on the same ship I did? If he did, I had never seen him. "Well, Mirida today you get to show how good you really are at Tocana," he said. Tocana! They had brought me half way across the galaxy to play Tocana. That did not make sense, but I nodded and tried not betray my thoughts. "This time you will be playing for higher stakes," he said. "Your life." What did he mean? "Excuse me sir," I said. "I do not understand." "The owner of this house has arranged for a night of rather special entertainment," he said. "It will climax with a truly high stakes Tocana tournament. Players that bust out will be executed on the spot." This is what it was all about. Now I understood why I had been brought here. "The other players will all be slaves like you," he continued. "But I suspect they will be better players than the slaves you played on Yatus. You will have to play well to survive this night, but I have seen you play and know you can do it. I would not risk you in this game if I did not have confidence in your ability." He was trying to be reassuring, but I didn't feel reassured at all. He had decided to bet on me, but it was my life he was betting, not his. "The game will be late tonight," he said. "You can relax here until then. You might want to get some sleep so you will be sharp tonight." With that, he turned and left me alone to contemplate my fate. Sleep would be a logical thing to do, but I was way to upset to even think about sleep. I tried to sit, but ended up pacing around my room like a caged animal. I felt helpless to do anything. A few hours later a man I had never seen before came to explain the details of the game. "You will be strapped into chair," he said. "This is an execution chair. There are special dual dildos built into this chair. The losers are executed by passing energy through their body. How much energy, how painful it will be and how long the losers will suffer depends on the Prince. He will have the controls and can make the execution relatively quick and painless or long and painful as he pleases." I had my guess what this Prince would pick. "After the losers are dead," he continued. "They will be vaporized with a blaster." Well that sounded very final. No chance of bringing anyone back to life after their body had been reduced to gas and dust. "There are controls for the game build into the arms of the chair," he said. "You will be given a 1000 credits. The game is no limit Tocana. If you lose all your credits, you will be executed immediately. There will be seven other players. The game will end when four of the eight players have lost the ultimate stakes." "Do you understand this," he asked. I nodded. "They will bring you to be strapped into the chair shortly," he said, and then turned and left me alone to think again. In a few minutes a guard showed up, but instead of taking me somewhere, he brought a hairdresser and a make up person. They washed, dried and trimmed my hair, including my pubic hair. A Cordelian slave must always look good, even at her execution. When they finally finished with my hair and makeup, there were two other guards waiting to take me away. They lead me down dimly lit corridors under the house to a stairs that lead up to the main level. I was led along several brightly lit corridors and into a room with the special execution/Tocana chairs. Each chair had a dildo in the center of the seat. "Take off your clothes," ordered a man dressed like a technician. I slipped quickly out of my slave dress that was so flimsy it hid little anyway. The technician spread some kind of lubricant on the dildo. "Now, take your seat," the technician ordered. I squatted down and slowly let the dildo slide in. It was painful, as it forced its way in, but after a minute the discomfort seemed only minor. The technician was busy strapping my arms to the chair, then my legs. There were metal bands run across my chest, one just below my breasts and one just above. He then fitted a bra like support cage over each of my breasts that ran between these two metal bands. This cage supported my breasts, but had a large whole at the end through which my nipple protruded. After a minute the technician came back with another dildo with a short wire attached to it. He slid it into my vagina and attached the wire to the chair. "There," he said. "You are all set." "The game control buttons are here," he said pointing to the ends of both arms. "I really wish you good luck tonight. It would be such a waste to vaporize someone as lovely as you." "Perhaps you could rig the game for me then," I said. "Oh, no," he said. "I couldn't do that. If the Prince found out, he would have me vaporized." He walked over to the corner and pushed some controls. The wall opposite us suddenly became transparent and we could see into a room with a large Tocana console in the center. There were half dozen young men strapped into chairs around the console. "You may find the end of this Tocana game interesting to watch," he said. "These men are playing for somewhat different stakes." I looked at him not understanding what he meant. "The losers here are instantly castrated," he said. "Actually, not just castrated, nullified. It is all vaporized away, even the nipples." The room had a balcony around it, and I could see people watching the game on the other side. There were screens on the balcony that probably allowed them to follow the game, but from this level I could not tell anything about the state of the game. Suddenly one of the chairs moved back from the console and a blued light flashed in the chair. The man was crying out in agony. Two guards came forward and unfastened him from the chair. They had to lift him out of the chair because he was too weak to stand on his own. They turned him around so that everyone could see. There was a bright red scare where penis and balls had been. Only a couple of drops of blood ran down his legs, so the wound must have been sealed by the vaporization. How could people view this kind of mutilation of other human beings as entertainment? I couldn't believe that this technician thought I would find this enjoyable, a sort of final treat for the condemned before I was vaporized for entertainment. I resolved to do my level best to make sure it was some other Cordelian slave girls that were vaporized tonight. It would not be fair to them, but noting here was fair. I just wanted to survive. With survival there is hope. A few minutes later another of the young men met his fate and had his manhood vaporized. "Well, that's it," the technician said. "You are up next." The guards began to clear the remaining men from the room, and then a guard came and wheeled my chair out into the room. I looked at the other women around the console. Most were typical Cordelian slaves, a little older than I was. They had mostly lead hard lives that showed in their faces and bodies. One of the women though did not look like any Cordelian slave girl I had ever seen. She was very young looking, and she had elaborate body jewelry set in her stomach. This kind of body jewelry was common on free women, but Cordelian slaves were never allowed to keep their body jewelry. Her jewelry looked very high class, the kind you would expect to find on the daughter of some wealthy businessman. Perhaps that is what she was, but still why had she been allowed to keep it? If her family were wealthy, wouldn't they have bought her out of slavery? A man in the balcony announced the beginning of our game and play began. Everyone was very cautious. Only a few people bet, and bets were small. It rapidly became clear that most of women had some experience with Tocana and knew the basics of what hands to play, all except for the young girl with the body jewelry. She clearly had no idea what she was doing. She won a couple of rounds with tokens she never should have played. That is what makes Tocana so confusing to learn. You can play all wrong, and still win for a while. It happens to many novice Tocana players. In the long run, you will lose playing poorly. Of course this game was the short run, not the long run. And luck had everything to do with your results in the short run. Luck however did not shine on the young girl for long. She started to lose and saw here credits dwindle down. The other women started to try to force her to go all in. Each time they did, she would back down. This left her with fewer and fewer credits. Finally, I got a good set of starting tokens, an ace, ace, two and four. I should have raised with this hand, but no one had been raising before the board cards came out, so I just placed the minimum bet. A couple of women, including the young girl, were in too. When the board cards came, my heart jumped, an ace, three and five. I had the best possible low, plus a straight for the high. I couldn't believe my luck, but how to get the most credits for this? I made a small bet to see if anyone else had anything. Only the young girl called. A high card came on the board. This was the point to test what the young girl had. She had slightly less than one hundred credits left, so I bet 50 credits. She stared at me. I figured she would fold, but she called my bet. Another ace came on the board. I now had four aces and the best possible low! I bet another 50 credits to force the young girl all in. She seemed to not know what to do. She stared at me, and then looked around for anyone to help her. She was almost out of credits, her fate seem sealed at this point. Finally she called with all her credits. The board flashed her hand. She had four, five, five, and seven, a poor starting hand. She had made 3 fives and 2 aces for a high, and ace, three, four, five, seven for a low. Good, but not good enough. I had scooped both sides of the pot. A look of terror spread across the girls face, as she realized I had scooped the pot and her life with it. As the young girls chair pulled back from the console, she started to scream, but her scream was abruptly silenced as her body became rigid and began to shake from the energy flowing through it. She was still trying to scream, but her vocal cords would not work anymore. Had I done this to her? I could have bet less and let her survive a few more hands. No, I told myself. I was not responsible for her agony. Those in the balcony who had organized this ghastly spectacle were responsible. I was just doing what I needed to survive. The girls body now glistened with sweat and became more rigid as the intensity of the spikes of energy flowing through her body increased. Her arms and legs flailed, but were securely fastened to the chair. Her torso wiggled, trying to escape the two dildos that were injecting energy into her abdomen. Her body jewelry flashed as her stomach wiggled with her suffering. Her small, firm beasts bounced around inside flexible wire frames that were also injecting energy into her body. Why didn't they just end it and put this poor girl out of her misery. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to watch. Finally I saw the flash of blue light and opened my eyes. A cloud of steam and dust obscured where the girl had been. I heard a rattle of falling objects. The girl was no more. Her flesh had been disintegrated by the blaster and her bones lay shattered on the chair and floor. There was a slight odor of burnt flesh, but all that remained of the girl was a molecular cloud, a bit of dust around the chair, and the remains of her bones. Her partially melted body jewelry lay on the chair. The guards pulled the now empty chair away, and swept away all evidence of the girl's existence. The game resumed, but I could not get that look of terror on that poor young girls face out of my mind. I was only up a little. The young girl had not had many credits to win. I had to be very careful. I continued to fold most hands. I needed to concentrate on making sure I did not meet the same fate as the young girl. An hour or so later another woman's luck ran out. She was low on credits and was force all in with what turned out to be very strong tokens, but she lost when a miracle token came on the end to beat her. She seemed more reconciled to her fate, as her chair pulled back from the table. She didn't try to scream, but grimaced as the energy began to torture her. She was older and larger framed woman than the young girl. Her large breasts shook as her body vibrated. This time her ordeal seemed shorter. The blue energy beams vaporized her more quickly. One moment she was there, her body jerking in response to the energy pulses. The next moment there was a flash of intense blue light from several locations on the ceiling, and a cloud of gas and dust exploded out from the chair, followed by the clatter of her bones on the chair and floor. I had, of course, seen movies of people being disintegrated by a blaster, but these were all animations and special effects. Actually seeing a living person disappear in a blaster beam was shocking. I told myself I had to put my feeling aside. There were six of us left around the console, and two more had to meet their doom in the energy beam to end this abomination. I was now below a thousand credits again. I had to continue to play very carefully, playing very few tokens, and folding them when they missed the board. I got an ace, three, king, king starting hand. A decent hand, and made a small bet. One of the weaker women called. I got a three, nine, queen board, which didn't help me at all. I didn't have a low, since only tokens eight or less counted for the low and my three was no good because of the three on the board. The other woman went all in, and I folded. My credits dwindled down as the game continued. I could not get tokens that connected with the board. Luck went back and forth, but each time one of women was forced all in, she either split the high and low pots or scooped the whole pot. I got an ace, three, queen, queen, a fairly good hand, and made a small bet. Only one woman who was very low on credits called. I figured she must have good tokens to call. The board brought a king, ten and nine. It looked like no one would have a low with this board, and my pair of queens did not look very strong. I was about to pass when I noticed that the other women looked uncomfortable in her chair. If she had played a good hand that didn't have a pair of kings, this board had completely missed her hand too. On instinct I bet fifty credits. She thought about it for a long time, but finally pushed the button to call. She now had less than one hundred credits left. The next card was a jack. I couldn't see how this could have helped her hand. I bet one hundred to try to force her all in or make her fold. She stared at me for a very long time, and then folded. That small win left me in a slightly better position credit wise, but I was still down. The women lasted 4 or 5 more games, before she was forced all in by someone else and lost. She had played fairly well, but her luck ran out. She seemed serene, almost relieved that it was over, as her chair pulled back from the console. The energy began to flow through her body and it became rigid and she began to shake violently. Her rather large breasts bounced around in their cages. I started to see burned flesh around her breasts where the energy flowed out of the cages into her body. Suddenly a flash of blue light came from the ceiling, and her body evaporated before my eyes like the previous woman. The energy beans are very selective. Only the soft flesh is destroyed, converted to dust and water vapor. At least her suffering was now over. There were now five of us, and one of us still needed to disappear in a flash of blue light to end this. I realized that my credit position was not that strong. I had to be extremely careful now to make sure it was one of the other four women and not me that vanished. I played very carefully, only entering games when I had strong tokens and then folding when I missed the board. This of course did not help my credit situation very much. I got an ace, thee, king, ten with the ace and king blue, a weak hand that was only barely playable. The other woman who was a little low on chips bet, I called, and a third woman called too. The board came two, seven, jack, with two blue. I had a draw to 5 blue for the high, and a four, five, six or eight would give me a low hand, but I knew better then to bet on draws here. The first woman passed, and so did I. The last women bet one hundred credits. The woman who was a little low on credits went all in! What could she possibly have that would have connected with this board? I folded. The third women, who was in strong chip position, quickly called. A three and king appeared on the board. When the console displayed the results of the hand, a look of total astonishment crossed the face of the woman who had gone all in. Her chair pulled back and her body became rigid with pain from the energy flow. I looked back at the board. She had ace, ace, three, four, a good, strong starting hand that had not been helped by this board. Still she had a pair of aces for a high. Her opponent though had king, king, two, four, a weaker hand that had been made the winner by the king on the board. The curse of bad luck. Her body was shaking violently now as the frequency energy pulses grew higher and higher. If she was still able to feel pain, then her body made it look like she was suffering terribly. Although I know it was wrong to feel so, I was glad it was she and not I. Her modest breasts wiggled in their cages with the shaking of her body, and sweat began to run down her face and torso. I have been told there is a high you get from surviving a blaster fight. Successfully dodging your opponent's beams while vaporizing him with your own is supposed to be an intense adrenalin high. As I watched this poor, unlucky woman's body shake in torment, I felt that rush. The blue light flashed. Her body disappeared in cloud and her bones rattled as they collapsed on the chair and floor around it. I could now hear cheering from the balcony. A technician came our and began to release me. It felt good to get out of the chair and off those dildos. It also felt very good just to still be alive. A guard brought me my clothes and I slipped back into them. Then he pointed to an exit and I follow another guard back through the halls, then down the stairs to the lower levels. When we reached the room I had stayed in the owner of my house and the two guards who had brought me were waiting. "You played very well, Mirida," the house owner said. "Perhaps too well." He turned to the guards. "Get her out of here quickly," he said. The guards nodded. I follow the guards back up to the landing area, where the craft that we arrived on already had its engines running. I climbed in along with the two guards. The pilot motioned the guards forward to look at something. They whispered in hush voices and then called someone on the communication system. A pilot came running out and started the craft next to ours. Then a minute later my house owner and two other men walked quickly into the other flyer. As soon as they were aboard their craft, we both took off. Why were we all leaving so quickly in the middle of the night? What did the owner mean when he said I might have played too well? I noticed the flyers were staying very low and heading down a narrow valley. Although it was dark, I didn't remember anything like this on our trip here. The flyers turned off all their lights, which I knew was not normal at night. Clearly something was wrong. The guards did not seem nervous. So I decided to try to sleep. I closed my eyes and rested, but could not get to sleep. The trip back seemed to take much longer than the trip here had taken, but we finally arrived back at the spaceport. The guards hurried me off the flyer and into our space ship. I barely had time to sit down in my room, when we took off. I was kept locked in my room for the next half day or so, not sure what was going on. That was when the ship was stopped and boarded by the Jardian Space Force cruiser. Several young Jardian officers questioned me over and over again about what had happened in the last day. They seemed especially interested in the young girl who had been the first to be vaporized. They finally brought me some pictures of a well-dressed young woman. I told them she was the woman. They did not tell me who she was. The next day an older, more senior officer came into my room. "Mirida," he said. "First, I want to assure you that you have done nothing illegal." I nodded. "I have requested, and gotten your Cordelian slave file from Urtu. In court you stated you were promised 20,000 credits to smuggle in the drugs." I nodded. "Did you know that the value of the drugs you were caught smuggling was about 8 to 10 thousand credits?" "No," I said, completely confused as to what that had to do with anything. "It was obviously a setup from the beginning," he said. "They picked you out and tricked you into smuggling just enough drugs to qualify for the death penalty on Urtu." I stared at him in disbelief. Who had set me up? "Now this leaves us in a very tricky situation," he said. "What do you mean," I asked. "Even though you were tricked, you did smuggle drugs, you were caught, and you were legally tried and sentenced according to the law on Urtu. The official Jardian position is that these laws are barbaric and inhuman, but they are none the less the law." "You are going to send me back to Yatus or Urtu?" I asked. "We have been trying to find a way to avoid that," he said. "The Jardian government strongly believes that we must put an end to death games on the Yatus colony. They go way beyond barbaric and inhumane. And the trapping of young, naive woman, such as yourself, into the death games on Yatus has to be stopped immediately." "Then you will help me?" I asked. "We have decided that we need to hold you as a witness for two different investigations," he said. "One into the death of Claudia Krugel, the first woman to die in the game at Prince Balcone's party. The second investigation into who tricked you into smuggling drugs. Both of those are very serious crimes for which you are an important eyewitness. If we allowed you to return to Yatus or returned you to Urtu, chances are you would never be able to provide evidence in these cases." I realized what he was saying. If they returned me to Yatus or Urtu, I would simply be killed, and that would be perfectly legal. "We are going to hold you indefinitely on Jardia," he said. "Hold me?" I inquired. "You mean in jail?" "Not in jail," he said. "More like house arrest, but in a very nice house, much better than the conditions you have been living under." I nodded. "Once you are on Jardia," he said. "And the public finds out the details of what happened to Claudia Krugel, the people will never stand for the government sending you back to Yatus or Urtu." "That is good," I said. "But what will they do with me?" "That remains to be worked out," he said. "But don't worry about that now." "Ok," I said. "Thank you for helping me." "It is my pleasure, madam," he said. "Do you have any other questions?" Slaves are not supposed to ask questions, but now it appeared I was free. "Who was this girl, Claudia?" I asked. "How did she become a Cordelian slave?" "Claudia Krugel was the daughter of a regional governor on Jardia, but she was not a Cordelian slave," he said. "No one claims she was, not even Prince Balcone." I gasped. "Then how..." I stammered. "That is the question we need to answer," he said. "Prince Balcone claims she entered the game voluntarily, for the thrill of it. He says she was an expert Tocana player and expected to survive the game." "That is not true," I protested. "She played like a completely inexperienced beginner." "That is what other witnesses told us too," he said. I thought this over for a minute. Perhaps she thought she was an expert from playing against other very inexperienced players, but why would anyone take that kind of risk? Even if the game were pure luck, the odds of surviving were only 50/50. "It doesn't make any sense," I said shaking my head. "I agree completely," he said. "We will be leaving for Jarida in a few hours. I am sure the authorities will wish to discuss this with you further when we get to Jarida." That is how I came to be a sort of prisoner here on Jardia. I am kept locked in a large house surrounded by guards, while they try to figure out what to do with me. I was able to identify two of the men who set me up, and they have been arrested. They in turn implicated some higher up people, who apparently are connected to the Yatus colony somehow. These higher ups are, however, hard to get at, so I don't know what will ever come of that. The poor young girl, Claudia Krugel, still remains a mystery. Prince Balcone now says he thinks she was trying to commit suicide in a spectacular manner. I keep reading in the papers people calling for an invasion of Durange to capture Prince Balcone and put him on trial for her murder, or an invasion to destroy the Yatus colony to put an end to the death games that are destroying the "foundations of galactic civilization". I have no idea if this is just empty talk or we are really on the verge of another galactic war. The Jardian government has kept my presences here a secret. I am not sure if this is for my protection or their protection. Every few days an official comes by to reassure me that they are working hard to find a way to set me free, but so far little has changed. Liana M /~lianam/