OffWorld Slave Girl - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

OffWorld Slave Girl - Chapter 2

A warm and hearty welcome to myEarth readers. I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy and I continue the story of my adventures with the amazing local custom of pleasure-slaves. As previous readers are aware, the rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here. They were escaping the terrible poverty out in the vast farmlands of this world. As a pleasure-slave they would have a much better life, living in rich surroundings, and doing little work other than the obvious. They also had much better legal protection than farm workers; they could not be abused in any way. They also had to agree to be sold to the winning bidder at their auction, they could refuse if they so wished. Pleasure-slaves were also paid a monthly allowance which they could do with what they pleased. They could also save up their allowances and eventually buy their freedom if they so wished, but this was rare, as a pleasure-slave was generally a good life. I had purchased my first pleasure-slave. Her name was Melora, she was an 18 year old ‘pure’ or virgin. She was blonde, petite and slim, with an incredible 34HH bust. I had gone to collect her from the auction house the day after the auction. She had performed her first ever blow job on me in a private lounge in the auction house, and now I was ready to ...

... take her home… I pressed the call button, and the manager almost immediately appeared. She followed us out into the foyer, chatting with me, hoping I would be happy with my new purchase, and telling me to come back again for the next auction. She suggested I should buy another girl next time so I could have my way with two girls, every man’s fantasy she told me. I thanked her for her help, giving her a generous tip. The valet had brought my vehicle around, I helped Melora into the front passenger seat. The valet loaded Melora’s bag into the trunk. I took the controls and we made our way back to my villa. Melora was fascinated, looking out the window at the city and all the people. She had obviously led a sheltered life in the school of the auction house; it was somewhat like a nun leaving a convent. She asked me many questions on our journey back to her new home, all about the things she saw out of the window, about me and my life. I answered them all as best I could, but they came thick and fast. She was on information overload. Almost an hour later we arrived at my villa. I brought my vehicle to a halt out front. Melora shot out of the vehicle and over to the balcony area. She was jumping up and down and shrieking with happiness. I joined her on the balcony. “It’s amazing,” she said, beaming from ear to ear as she looked out over the cliffs to the city view below. “I’m glad you like it,” I replied, “I hope you will be very happy here.” I took her hand and took her on a tour ...