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Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge.  If you are just visiting me for the first time, you have some reading to do!  My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day.   I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and today’s is my second story tipping my toe into sci-fi.
A huge shout out of thanks to Sophie Kisker who drew the short straw on editing today.  I must say that I have the best author friends ever as  so many of my close circle has helped me this month.  I love what a close knit community we have.
CONTENT WARNING: I’m giving fair warning that today’s S story is the edgiest I’ve done (IMHO) with several non-con scenes.  If you think that might upset you, you might want to skip today’s story.
S is for Sex Slaves of Sabrenth
Storm sat at the glowing bar trying to blend in with the natives of the Stargate outpost.   He worked hard at ignoring his brother, Stone, who was sitting at a small table at the back of the same saloon. Unfortunately, trying to avoid drawing attention that there were two men present who looked so much alike meant he had no where to look but at the suffering sex slave prominently displayed on the obligatory slave stage found in every public place from here all the way to Sabrenth.
Not for the first time he cursed saying yes to this job. As the most successful search and rescue hunters in the Stargate System, the Sebastian brothers had more than enough work and employees that they had their pick of jobs to actively pursue and rarely did they work in this region any more.
Years ago, they’d spent a year being steeped in the sadistic sexual obsession of Sabrenth.   It had been a simple rite of passage for young men to spend time sewing their wild oats on the most hedonistic planet of the solar system. As young alpha men fresh out of university, they’d been seduced into accepting that it was normal to own a sexual submissive or even slave, who was never more than a few feet from them when in public.
Storm would never forget his first hour on Sabrenth as a twenty-two year old man. As was customary, a willing sex slave greeted every arriving alpha as they exited the space ship into the sky station. Before even collecting their suitcases, the brothers had joined the line of dominant men and women who’d freed their cock or pussy and were sucked to an orgasm by a welcoming sex worker.
He’d been warned and even looked forward to his Sabrenth welcome committee. What he hadn’t been expecting were the platforms, cages, whipping posts, and old-fashioned pillories in literally every pocket of the sadistic society.   Sexual slaves, the lowest class in the Sabrenth society, were prominently displayed for passing patrons visual enjoyment or sexual use should the urge to fuck or punish strike. Public slave stations were as plentiful as public washrooms.
While most slaves accepted their place in the unique society with grace and even a sense of purpose, the worst part for Storm had been the unwilling slaves who had been forced into the way of life, screaming to be freed.
Even now, years later, Storm would often wake from nightmares of the dozens of whippings and rapes he had witnessed in the year they’d lived on Sabrenth.   That he remembered was shitty enough. What he hated the most was that he always woke hard as stone, desperate to fuck someone.
The screaming of the saloon’s slave of the day brought him back to the present. He hated to admit that the show the dominating alpha was putting on with the slip of a woman on stage was sexy as hell. He’d strung her up by several ropes in an artful way that left her every body part suspended, open and available for servicing. The alpha had a heavy flogger and was in the process of striking every part of her body with the exception of her neck and face.   He already had his mammoth cock released from his pants, making sure the submissive saw exactly what he was planning on shoving inside her soon.   Storm was relieved to see the slave’s lustful anticipation indicating she was at least a willing participant to the show.
The beep of an incoming message drew his attention to his personal communication device (PCD).   It was a message from the reason he was here. Senator Skylar was desperate for word of his kidnapped daughter, Sabrina. The powerful politician had made many enemies and one of those enemies thought sending the senator’s only daughter to Sabrenth as an unwilling sex slave might be a way to get the senator’s attention.
They sure were right.
This outpost was the entry point into the Sabrenth system. It was also the central hub of the sex trade business, hosting humiliating daily sex slave auctions specializing in the most prized of all sex slaves – the captured, stolen and unwilling. The marketing campaign for the biggest traders promised ‘hours of sexual fun spent punishing and training the unwilling to obey.’
Storm typed a message back to the client, not wanting to speak for fear he’d be overheard. They were still in the surveillance phase of this operation and didn’t want a satellite spy to pick up on their true rescue mission.
Finally, the announcement he’d been silently waiting for squawked through the loud speakers spread throughout the outpost.
“Alphas and betas, the time is near for today’s slave auction to begin. You won’t want to miss the special treat we have for you today. We have a fresh crop of reluctant submissives from Earth who are in severe need of sexual training.   I don’t need to tell you how rare it is to have six wild captives up on the block at the same time. We’ll be splitting the lot into two, offering one set today and the other tomorrow.   Bring a sizable wallet because we’ve flown in top sex trainers from Sabrenth who’ll be looking to snap up these scrumptious beauties.”
Storm’s PCD lit up with a short message from his brother. “Fucking hell, they have six women. We should have brought a whole squad with us.”
Storm typed back, “Settle down and focus on our simple task. Save Sabrina Skylar… period.”
“I’m not leaving innocent women here to be sexually showcased every day for the rest of what will be their short lives.” Stone’s message wasn’t a surprise to Storm. His brother had been more severely scarred by his memories of the violence they witnessed in their time here.   It was the main reason Storm should have told the senator they wouldn’t take the job.
He typed his message back to Stone. “Let’s see how things play out. If we can save them all, we will, but our primary focus is to stop Sabrina from being shuttled off with some asshole who will screw her raw.”
The overhead speakers continued with the announcement. “Due to the expected size of the turnout, we are moving today’s event to the Sex Shack. Please make your way to the stadium now and be sure to sign up for a number if you plan on bidding on a slave.”
Storm cursed their shitty luck. The normal location for the auction was a small shed-like building with minimal security. The change in venue meant not only they would be bidding against many deep pockets, but any attempt at rescuing Sabrina or the other women from Earth with anything short of an out-right purchase would fail as the sheer volume of armed guards and sadistic witnesses would never allow for them to sneak away.
As the brothers separately made their way across the few blocks to the stadium, Storm sent another message to the senator, securing his promise to pay any amount of money to save his daughter from the hellish sentence sexual ownership on Sabrenth would bring.
Storm paid for his bidding paddle and took a seat in the front section closest to the mammoth stage. His brother set up a post at the main exit and the six other bounty hunters they’d brought with them on the mission took strategic posts throughout the space.
Two hours later, the Sex Shack Stadium was bursting at the seams with every member of the outpost’s sadistic society who were treating today’s auction like a national holiday. Roaming vendors sold snacks not unlike at an athletic event at home, only here the main attraction would be witnessing unwilling sex slaves suffering instead of cheering for overpaid sports legends scrambling after a ball.
Storm had attended one main event years before so he wasn’t surprised to see the pre-show entertainment being dragged out to center stage.   They spent the next hour watching a dozen owned slaves who had recently disappointed their master being spanked, paddled, switched and finally sodomized while the crowd cheered their misfortune.
Couples having sex surrounded Storm. It took all of his self-control to pass on the pretty little sex slave crawling around offering blowjobs.   He reminded himself that this society had dissolved into a base, sexual cesspool. The problem was, as hard as he tried to stay above it, the sights and sounds surrounding him always seeped in, infecting him with the seductive pull of hedonism. It would be so easy to succumb to the desire to dominate pumping through his system as his cock strained to spring out of his now tight pants.
No one was more ready for the actual auction to begin than Storm. The promoters had gone all out with snazzy lighting and special effects as they announced the famous auctioneer who ran all of the biggest slave auctions. He was the people’s favorite, which meant the slaves suffered greatly.
He started with selling off several captured aliens from another star system. They were dragged naked to the center stage, their silvery skin shining in the stage lights, casting off an eerie hue.   Storm was not familiar with the species, but suspected they would sell well because the females had huge breasts and the single male slave had a huge appendage poking proud from his body, wrapped at the base with a scrap of fabric to ensure his impressive girth would attract buyers.
The rowdy crowd snapped up the silvery slaves quickly so the auctioneer moved onto the next lot.   Storm suffered through several other attractions, each one more salacious than the last as he waited.
Finally, the specimen Storm was anxious to see was led in, her shackled legs and arms forcing her to move slowly.   Sabrina was announced as the main attraction of that day’s event.
His heart sank when he saw the condition Sabrina Skylar was in.   Her long sandy-blonde hair was tangled, pulled back into a ponytail he knew would be used to subdue her.   He was close enough to see her squinting in the bright stage lights shining like a spotlight on her naked skin. An unexpected anger stirred deep inside at the sight of the dozens of deep cane stripes already seared into her buttocks and sit-spots.   Sabrina was so thin; it looked like they’d been starving her to death since she was captured the week before.
The part of the scene that haunted him the most was the sheer terror shining in her scared eyes. Sabrina made the mistake of searching the crowd and as she saw the volume of spectators there to witness her humiliation, her legs gave way under her. The two huge slave shepherds, as the slave handlers were called, caught her and held her up to steady her as the auctioneer read from her sell sheet.
“Alphas and betas, I present to you a prized slave, captured from the planet Earth and brought here to pay amends for her father, Senator Skylar. Sabrina Skylar is a spoiled little rich girl, who, like her father, strives to shut down our sexual way of life.” He paused for effect, allowing the stadium to erupt in jeers and boos before continuing. “As you know, the leaders of Earth have petitioned the intergalactic council to impose oppressive sanctions against Sabrenth and all its outposts. Our leader has issued a sanction of his own, and it starts with enslaving Sabrina Skylar for a period of no less than six years where she will serve as a sexual slave, living by the same rules and disciplinary consequences as our lowest class slave.”
Six years his ass. Sabrina would be dead in six months if he didn’t get her out of here. She’d just been painted as public enemy number one.   A fierce desire to protect her swamped him, almost causing him to act rashly. He had to keep his wits about him if they were to successfully rescue the senator’s lovely daughter and still get out alive.
Like the previous high-stakes slaves, the auctioneer cued the video that filled the huge screen at the back of the stage. Fury coursed through Storm’s veins as he was forced to sit through the recording of Sabrina’s humiliating and painful medical examination they’d been kind enough to record upon her arrival.  She’d screamed as she’d been strapped wide into the stirrups and subjected to several rounds of tests.
Sure enough, they’d injected her with the drugs given to all sex slaves meant to keep them horny and ready to serve at a moment’s notice. Based on the way she was fidgeting by rubbing her legs together, he suspected she was already in physical pain if they hadn’t allowed her to spend by now.   He felt like a leech as his cock twitched in his pants at the thought of easing her sexual pain.
The medical exam video finally ended, and the moment of suspense had arrived. The bidding started out twice as high as the previous slaves had been sold at.   A fast flurry of bids swept through the large stadium, raising the price for Sabrina to the highest price ever placed for a non-consensual slave.
The auctioneer stopped to congratulate himself several times, making sport of how much money he was personally making by subjecting the young woman before him to her ordeal. It took all of Storm’s willpower to stop from stomping up on the stage and just scooping her into his arms as the auctioneer ridiculed poor Sabrina for being so wet from her sexual excitement that he could smell her arousal from several feet away. Storm knew the bastard was just doing his job to swindle the bidders out of the most money possible, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to slay the guy where he stood.
Finally, the bidding slowed as only two wealthy looking men duked it out. One of the men looked like a sheik from Earth, looking to add Sabrina to his harem of sexual slaves.
As the auctioneer called out the last call, Storm finally moved into action. He had remained silent until then, but suddenly stood, raising his numbered paddle and shouted out his winning bid which was twice as high as the sheik’s final bid.   Screams of surprise could be heard throughout the stadium as the sheik and his armed guards also stood, preparing to confront Storm.   Two of his own men rushed the stage to take up a protective post beside him as he pushed past the other bidders, taking the steps to the stage two at a time.
He approached the auctioneer first, ignoring Sabrina’s sobs. “It’s time to declare my bid the winner and allow me to secure my property.”
“Who do you think you are rushing the stage? Perhaps someone out there will outbid you.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it, sir.   You’ve managed to stir up the crowd and I’m worried my property is going to be damaged by the some unscrupulous bidder who won’t take their losing well.   Strike the gavel, and I’ll pay you and be on my way.”
Sure enough, Storm sensed others crowding up onto the stage. He was about to lose control of the situation if he didn’t take action.   He shoved his PCD into the hands of his associate. “Stay here and settle my account. I’m taking Sabrina back to the shuttle. Meet me there as soon as you can.”
Storm turned in time to see the slave shepherds shuffling Sabrina off the far side of the stage. He chased after them, delivering hearty swings with his fists until they fell to the stage floor. He wasted no time in freeing her from her shackles before sweeping her into his strong arms and tucking in behind his other associate who pushed through the chaotic crowd towards the exit. He looked up to see Stone had cleared a path and as soon as they were out into the open air, he knew they’d succeeded.
Only when he was strapped in the leather seat of their spaceship, Sabrina seated in his lap and snuggling against his chest as sobs wracked her too-thin body did Storm finally stop to assess the hostage.   She felt so fragile as she shivered in the cold air. He motioned for Stone to throw him a blanket.
“Shhh little one… everything is going to be okay now.”
“How can you say that? You just spent a fortune to make me your sex slave.”
Storm finally let himself smile and he could tell it soothed her. “No Sabrina, I just spent a fortune to free you. Your father hired my brother and me to save you. We’ll have you safely back on Earth by this time next week.”
Confusion slowly cleared as his words sank in. She relaxed into his arms as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. They sat silently snuggling, each enjoying the relief of a successful mission.   It was several minutes later that he felt her hand slowly sliding from his chest, downward until she stopped to stroke his still hard erection through his pants.
Their eyes locked as she continued to slide her delicate fingers across his cock. “What are you doing, Sabrina?” His tone was scolding.
“Saying thank you.”
Storm moaned, in pain as desire to consume her surged through him. It would be so easy to seduce her, but knowing the sexual enhancement drugs still coursed through her veins, Storm wouldn’t be able to look himself in the mirror with self-respect if he surrendered to his desire.
“I’ll tell you what, sweetheart. We’re gonna get you some food and water. We’ll get you showered and let you sleep off the effects of the drugs they slipped into your system, and if after you’re detoxed, you still want to say thank you, I’ll be happy to oblige you. Until then, I think it’s time we separate.”
Sabrina’s eyes shone with a mix of gratitude and disappointment as he carried her to her cabin, setting the senator’s daughter on her feet before he moved to leave.   He was at her door when she shouted out to him her question. “Excuse me, but what’s your name and where are you going?”
He turned back to answer, “My name is Storm and I’m off to take the world’s longest cold shower.”
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