I am writing to my Earth readers, to tell you about the incredible world of Rigel VI. I recently moved here to Rigel VI to retire. Why you ask? The main reason is the incredible local custom of having an endless supply of beautiful sex-slaves.
Pleasure-slaves, as they are known here, are owned by the rich elite of this planet. They take care of the sexual needs of their 'masters' or owners. Most rich men and women own at least a few pleasure slaves, depending on the size of their wealth.
Some very wealthy people own dozens of pleasure slaves, either women or men, depending on their preference. Married couples also own slaves to spice up their sex lives, either to share with their spouse together in threesomes or moresomes, or supplement their sex-life on the side.
To introduce myself, I am only forty-one years old, so quite early to retire, but I have made my fortune on my previous home of Fulston IV.
Both these worlds as you are probably aware are far from the centre of our galaxy. They are on the outer rim, and as such do not get the interference from government and large corporations that the central worlds seem to suffer.
There are benefits to this. These worlds are run as the inhabitants feel they should be, without constant lecturing from central government. They are too far from the central worlds for government to effectively run them.
There are some drawbacks too. The incredible technology that the central worlds enjoy has not really made it out to the outer rim worlds. Also, law and order can be an issue too.
But on the whole I would much rather live out here on the outer rim. I can say this as I have experienced the central worlds, as a child. I grew up on Galamel, and once even visited Earth for almost two years in my early twenties.
I joined Central Militaria when I was twenty-three. I initially trained in general combat. But I was shown to be highly skilled in long range weapons, and trained to be a sniper.
I was shipped out from the central worlds, and ended up for the next ten years touring various trouble-spots. These worlds were almost exclusively in the western section of the galaxy of course.
Central government has for almost a thousand years tried to effectively rule this region. There are enormous resources on these worlds and moons. Of course the inhabitants of these planets feel Central is ransacking their home worlds, for the benefit of those who live in the central systems.
I did two five-year tours of duty, before leaving the service with a fairly decent amount in the bank. I could have set up some small business back home I suppose. That’s what a lot of my colleagues had done.
But I wanted to continue to explore our wondrous galaxy. So I pushed out further, to the outer rim region. I took a long deep space flight, taking over two years.
These flights are long and boring. They do not have the stasis capsules like on the modern spacecraft of the central worlds. So you spend your time in your cramped cabin with little to do.
I spent this time educating myself. Learning all I could about my next venture, gem trading. I was headed to Fulston IV, a hotspot for interplanetary trading of precious stones and metals. Almost all of the planets in the Fulston system had numerous mines.
Once there I used the pay-off from my military service to set myself up as a trader. I found I quickly became very good at this.
The Fulston system was a corrupt and dangerous place. But I would travel anyplace, anytime to trade with anyone. This meant I bought at much lower prices than others, so maximized my profits.
It also meant I became very good at staying safe in this virtually lawless place. My military training, plus some hardware I had snagged before leaving, made sure I was always ready for trouble.
After five years, I had made a stunning fortune. I had amassed enormous wealth in cash in the bank, and still had three huge chests full of precious stones and metals.
The time felt right to move on. There was very little to spend your money on Fulston IV. I had worked hard for almost twenty years; it was time to slow down.
I decided to travel to a system even further out, virtually right on the edge of the outer rim. The Rigel system had six planets, four were inhabited. Rigel VI was the largest in the system, approximately nine times larger than Earth.
Rigel VI was mainly an agricultural world. Enormous farms the like of which you would not believe. Their food was transported all over this region of the galaxy, in vast spacecraft with gigantic freezers.
It was on one of these craft I journeyed from Fulston to Rigel. It took almost a year of my life, as again there were no stasis units on these craft. Stasis units can effectively put your body into a sleep mode; you don’t age as much, as my Earth readers will surely know.
But they are so very expensive. Particularly out here on the outer rim, they are almost unheard of. So I spent my time learning all I could about soon to be new home-world.
On arriving on Rigel VI I made my way to its biggest city, Trenton. I spent a few weeks looking for a home to buy. I soon found a villa high on the cliffs above this city.
It was quite expensive, as it was a large complex, in a very good neighbourhood. It had a large house, some small grounds, and another smaller house at the back of the grounds for servants.
It also had a huge patio area with a pool and balcony area perched over the cliff. In a secluded corner was a large jacuzzi.
A few months passed, I spent my time setting up a store in the local market to sell my gems and precious metals. I worked with some local jewellers to create some beautiful jewellery.
I was supposed to be retiring here, but I wanted a continuing income, so needed to set all this up first. After six months my store was doing well, and I got in a manager to run the place, so I could relax. Then I just went in one day a week to check the books and keep an eye on everything.
The rest of my time I spent socializing, meeting the wealthy denizens of my new city. I went to parties of my rich customers of my shop. They would invite me, perhaps thinking I would give them a discount.
The one thing that was always a subject of conversation, mostly amongst the men, was sex-slaves. Rigel had a booming market in sex-slaves. It had done so for a thousand years or more.
It was completely legal here, unlike on the government controlled central systems. Both men and women were sold to wealthy clients, for the purposes of being their sex-slave, or pleasure slaves as they were known here.
Pleasure slaves were bound to their new owners by having a tiny tattoo imprinted on their back of their neck, at the time of purchase. This tattoo could be read with any scanner, telling the reader who the slave belonged to. If you sold your slave to another, the original tattoo would be erased and the new owner’s details imprinted.
Slaves also had transmitters injected in to them. If your slave ran off, you could easily locate them again with a simple GPS system.
Runaway slaves were an extremely rare situation however. Rigel had terrible poverty outside of the cities. Working on the huge farms was very, very hard work, and financially unrewarding.
Working on the farms meant very long hours of back breaking work. They didn't have all the fabulous technology the central systems enjoyed. It was virtually all manual labour, because technology was expensive, and labour very cheap.
Millions of people worked like this all their lives. They worked themselves into early graves, never knowing any other type of life. Never traveling more than a few miles from where they were born.
So pleasure slaves were people who had left that life behind, looking for something better, something different.
Pleasure slaves were treated well, in comparison to the farm workers. Slaves were well fed; they lived in fantastic large comfortable houses with their owners. Other than the obvious, they did little work.
They also had some legal protection not afforded to farmers and general labourers. There were some rules you had to follow when you owned a slave. If the slave reported mistreatment by their owner, the local sheriff would investigate.
Punishments to the owner could be financial, the loss of their slave, or even short prison sentences’ in extreme cases.
You could not beat or in any way physically harm your slave. You could punish your slave for poor behaviour, but only through simple things like rationed food.
So pleasure slaves had a much better life than the ‘faceless millions’ as they were rather cruelly called by some of Rigel’s elite. Hundreds of young women (and some men) came to the big cities each week in the hope of selling themselves to one of the numerous auction houses.
The auction house would pay decent money to any good looking young woman. The more attractive she was, the sexier her body was assessed to be, the larger the pay-out. Typically the woman would give this money to her family, and her family would leave with the knowledge their daughter would have a better life.
Pleasure slaves also got a monthly wage from their owner, which was based on a percentage of the fee the owner had had to pay to buy them. Slaves could spend this money on whatever they wished.
Slaves also had a mandated one day off each week, the particular day to be agreed upon between the owner and the slave.
Slaves also had the legal right to buy their ownership. The fee for this was again based on a percentage of the fee originally paid for the slave by the owner. Slaves sometimes saved their monthly wages up for years to buy their freedom.
However this was rare, the slave would then leave with nothing. Most slaves enjoyed earning a decent monthly wage, and didn't want to leave their master.
Often once the slave got older, and perhaps their owner had bored of bedding her and appreciated her years of service, the owner would release her from her commitment, if she so wished. She would then leave with years worth of wages to make a decent comfortable life for herself.
Some women would kindly refuse their owners offer to release her, as they enjoyed the rich life with their owner, it depended on the individual.
The girls who ‘submitted’ to the auction houses were trained in their new art. The auctioneers had tutors to teach the girls what would be expected of them by their new ‘masters’. Many girls who submitted themselves were fairly inexperienced, so had to be taught what rich men wanted from them.
After a month or so of schooling they were then taken to auction and sold to the highest bidder to start their new life.
However, I learned that once the highest bidder had won, the woman had to agree to be sold to him. She could refuse if she didn't like the look of her potential owner for whatever reason.
If that occurred the second highest bidder would be offered to buy her, but again she had to agree to accept to be sold to him also. Refusals were rare though, the girls got a small percentage of their fee, and of course they did not want to return to the farms to work.
From all of these rules and regulations I learned pleasure slaves were rather more like high priced call girls, in that they had chosen this life, and that they had a choice in who they submitted to serve.
I noticed even married men often had sex-slaves; that their wives didn't seem to mind. The often encouraged it, perhaps enjoying ‘a night off’ from their wifely duties in the bedroom.
The wives sometimes had their own male sex slaves too, which their husbands also encouraged. Perhaps they could not fulfil their wives needs, and thought it better to let the slave do it for them, than live with an unhappy partner.
One party I went to I spoke with one of these rich wives. Her name was Gramica; she was in her early fifties I suppose. She was fairly attractive, but had perhaps put on a few pounds in her middle age.
She had a young black stud as her pleasure slave. She talked openly about him. Sex-slaves were not a taboo subject among the rich, elite and powerful of this world, or this city. In fact, they enjoyed flaunting their wealth, often by showing off the beauty of the slaves they could afford.
It suited me, as these super-rich elite often bought expensive jewellery for their slaves to wear to make them look more beautiful. So my invitations to these types of parties were good for my business.
Gramica introduced me to her slave, Micus, a handsome young guy, who always seemed to be smiling. Within a minute she had told him to drop his pants so she could show me his big cock she had been telling me about. It was very big. She told me she loved big cock, and that she had had many different slaves during her marriage.
Once she got bored of fucking one, she would sell them on, and buy another one. She grabbed Micus’ cock and gave it a squeeze, and kissed him on the lips. This was all in front of her husband standing just a few metres away.
She told me sometimes she rented other young black male slaves from the local brothel, and had a party, letting two or three of them fuck her together with Micus. She said it was wonderful, as she would feel vulnerable with ‘free’ men in that type of situation, but felt perfectly safe and in control with pleasure slaves. She felt safe enough to let them do whatever they wanted to her body, as that’s what she enjoyed.
I imagined her with three hung black men around her in bed, her on all fours. One man in her ass, another in her pussy, and Gramica sucking off another, with the look of a woman in absolute big-dick heaven all over her face.
Gramica told me she often had small parties for her close female friends. She said her married friends who did not have slaves, perhaps because their husbands forbade it, or they could not afford them, would ask if Micus was ‘available’.
Gramica laughed, telling me Micus was always available to her friends, that she enjoyed sharing him. And so her friends would, one by one, go to one of the guest bedrooms where Micus was waiting.
Gramica’s friend would then get pounded by Micus’ huge cock. Once her friend was completely satisfied, she would come back to the party telling all the women about it, and another of Gramica’s friends would then go and avail herself of Micus’ services.
It sounded like Micus was a very busy boy. Plus the fact he had to service Gramica at least once a day apparently. No wonder he was always smiling. This life certainly had to be better than sweating it out on the farms for a living.
Another time, I had loaned some expensive jewellery to an older couple, as they were having an anniversary. They weren't super rich, but certainly fairly wealthy.
A few days later the husband called me to tell me he was sending the jewellery back to me, and that he was sending a thank you present with them.
An hour later a woman appeared at my house with the jewellery, sending thanks from her ‘master’. Apparently she was a pleasure slave, and quite a pretty one. She was in her early thirties I suppose, blonde, and lovely tanned skin.
She told me her master had sent her to me as a thank you present. That she was mine to do with as I wished until the next day when she was expected back at her master’s house.
I was surprised to learn that men sent their slaves out to perform sexual favours for them. Surprised, but happy. I took her in to my house, and quickly into my bed. She performed well, calling me ‘sir’ all the time.
I noticed slaves addressed everyone as sir or madam, except their owners, who they addressed as master or mistress.
I sent her back to her master the next day, having had her three times. I was happy, her master was happy he had thanked me for the favour, and she seemed happy to get out of their house for a while and meet someone new for a change.
I discovered that this was quite a common practice to ‘loan out’ a slave for a day or two to someone you owed a favour to, or even owed money too if you could not afford to pay, or just needed some time to extend a financial loan. However the slave had to agree to it.
Over the next few months a got loaned a few slaves, and enjoyed having my wicked way with them. Their owners always insisted their slaves used protection with other men, only their masters were allowed to have them without.
I also noticed the women that were loaned out were usually in their late twenties or early thirties. It became apparent that Rigel’s elite men kept the younger woman to themselves.
They prized the younger women above all others, and did not loan them out if they owed a favour to someone. These super-rich men usually had numerous slaves, a veritable harem. But the youngest women were rarely seen at their parties, lest some drunken guest try it on with their prized possession.
They would flaunt their older girls happily, but covet the younger ones. Girls could be sold at auction at eighteen years old, even though the legal age for sex was sixteen. I imagined there were an awful lot of eighteen to twenty year old women slaves in just my neighbourhood alone, who were very busy every night servicing their master’s needs.
Not that I never saw them of course. Occasionally when meeting friends and business associates at their houses you would see glimpses of them.
My friends soon began to enquire why I did not have any slaves. I suppose I had been busy setting up my business and hadn't had the time. But now I figured they were right, why have all this money if I didn't enjoy it?
This is where I come to the tale of when I bought my first pleasure slave girl.
I had done some research into where I should go to make my purchase. I had learned from friends that there were ‘special’ auction houses that sold ‘pure’ girls. That is to say they were virgins.
But more than that, they had been submitted by their parents at a young age, for the auction house to bring up. Usually because the parents could not afford to take care of them anymore.
The special auction houses took care of them, fed them, and educated them, until they were eighteen years of age. The auction houses had a legal responsibility to take in any young girl or boy who their parents could not take care of.
At sixteen they would decide if they wanted to return to their families at eighteen, or stay on past that to become a pleasure slave.
They would sell off the most attractive ones who stayed on to the highest bidders. The lesser attractive ones were sold to local brothels.
The rest considered not attractive at all were sent back to the farms to work out the rest of their lives there. But at least they had an education, and generally did better than children who had spent their entire lives on the farms.
This meant the special auction houses needed to make very good money from the sales, as it had to subsidise the upbringing of all those who were eventually sent back to the farm lands.
It made very good money by ensuring the most attractive girls remained ‘pure’ until they were sold off. The elite of Rigel’s men prized ‘pureness’ above all else, and paid top money for it.
So the special auction houses segregated the girls and boys, so no hanky-panky could take place. Anyone who came into contact with the girls in their compound had to be female. All teachers, carers, cooks etc. They were all female. They never had any contact with men at all.
The first men they would encounter would be the ones bidding on them at auction day. The houses held an auction every month. They would be selling any girl who had had her eighteenth birthday since the last auction, plus any unsold girls from the previous auction.
I attended a couple of auctions at these special houses. They were very high class places, to make it comfortable for their rich clientele. These auctions always started at 12 noon for some reason I could never fathom. You also had to make a large cash deposit for entry, to ensure only the very rich were bidding, which was returned to you after the auction.
The girls were firstly paraded on a small stage in front of the clients, who sat in large booths with sofas and a small table for drinks. The clients sat mostly alone in the twenty or so booths available. Sometimes they brought their wives with them, so they could pick up a nice young guy too.
Then each girl would be brought round to each booth one at a time. They sat opposite the client in the booth for five minutes, so the client could talk with the girl, and get a closer look.
Each girl had a minder with her who stood outside the booth, just in case the client got any funny ideas and tried to touch the girl before he had bought her. A girl that had even been touched by another man, even just holding her hand, was not considered pure anymore, and could not be sold as such; therefore her value would diminish drastically.
Each girl visited each booth for their allotted five minutes before moving to the next potential bidder. She would try to convince the bidder of her quality. But she could not undress, or touch the bidder. She could just smile, and chat with him.
You would think these girls would be very nervous being faced with men they had not seen before. But it seemed to me most of them were fairly relaxed about it. They had been schooled for two years in how to make a man happy; this was just a part of it I suppose.
Once all the girls had visited each client, they made their way back to the stage. The auctioneer would give a brief introduction of the first girl to be sold, and then the bidding began.
The men would continue to bid on the particular object of their desire until they either won, or another man was prepared to pay more than them. The prices these girls went for was very high indeed. For me, if I wanted one of these girls I would have to pay perhaps a years’ worth of income from my shop at the market, which was a considerable sum.
I went to three of these types of auctions without buying. I was really using them as research to see how they worked, what kind of clientele I would be bidding against, and ultimately what kind of money I was going to have to pay.
The girls I saw at the auctions were either very beautiful, very sexy, and sometimes a bit of both. I had decided my first slave would be a pure girl. I really wanted a gorgeous young stunner to bed every night.
I noticed they usually had at least thirty girls or so to sell each month. I also noticed that they front loaded the auction with the best girls. This meant most bidders had got their girl by the time it got to the last few women, and so they tended to go for slightly lower prices, or even went unsold.
I decided this would be my tactic. I couldn't really afford any of the girls at the start of the previous auctions, but I could probably buy one of the girls toward the end. I just hoped one of them would take my fancy.
So it was I made my way to the next auction at the local special house. I arrived rather early, as I had had some errands to run beforehand, but they had taken much less time than I thought. So I sat in my booth with a cool drink, chatting with the hostess.
There was a dreadful storm outside, incredible heavy rain the like I had never seen on this planet before. The street outside was flooded with half a metre of rainwater.
Noon came around, and only five booths were occupied including mine. They were usually all full. The auctioneer came back and forth, having discussions with the staff.
The auctioneer was a rather stern looking rotund woman in her sixties. It was obvious there was a delay to the start of the auction, as due to the bad weather most of the potential bidders either hadn’t made it yet, or had given up even trying to attend.
After a while one of the bidders got up from his booth and began to leave. The auctioneer and her staff attempted to placate him, but he was obviously angry at the delay, and had given up waiting. They failed in stopping him, and he made his way out.
Another of the bidders also stood up, looking restless like he was going to leave also. The auctioneer rushed over.
“Please sir, sit, sit. We will begin immediately,” she smiled, signally to one of her staff.
I understood why they didn't want to start without a full house; more bidders meant higher prices, meant higher profits. But faced with a mass walkout and no profit at all, the auctioneer had no choice but to start, perhaps hoping more bidders were just delayed and would join shortly.
So it was that the girls came out on to the stage, twenty-two in all. There were some real stunners among them I thought, and one in particular that immediately grabbed my attention.
She was gorgeous. Long blonde hair, petite, slim, and curvy. She wore a pale blue outfit, a long flowing skirt, with a slit almost right up to her hips, so it showed off her sexy legs. She also wore a small crop top, showing off her incredible cleavage.
What a bust this girl had, I couldn't keep my eyes of it. Her tits were huge, accentuated by the fact she had such a petite frame. When she turned I saw she also had a lovely ass too, with a lovely wiggle when she walked due to her high heels.
I smiled at her as she walked across the stage when it was her turn. She saw me and smiled back, giving me a cheeky wave.
After all the girls had briefly paraded on stage it came time for them to come and sit in the booths across from the bidders. The first girl to sit with me was a pretty black girl. This one was a little nervous, unsure of herself.
But I cracked a few jokes and made her giggle to relax her. I wasn't really interested in her, but just exchanged in idle chit chat. What I was actually doing was checking out the other bidders.
There was an obese, ugly looking man two booths down from me, talking with a pretty blonde. A few booths over was an elderly man chatting to an Asian looking girl. In a booth behind me were a couple, presumably husband and wife, conversing with a red head.
They all looked very rich indeed, I could tell by their clothes. I wondered who they might be interested in from the line-up.
The five minutes were up and another girl sat with me, different girls rotated into the other booths. The busty blonde sat with the obese man. I got a skinny tall blonde girl, who again didn’t hold any interest to me, but I chatted with her anyway.
But, I kept my eye on the obese man’s booth. The busty girl chatted with him, but I noticed she did not smile. I suppose she wasn't too enamoured with the thought of servicing this huge man every night.