Castleman Trust Series Chapter 48
Girls Really Are From Outer Space!
Peter J. Foster
Carl “the Cad” Manning had converted Martha and three of her friends at Hill”s Fine Meats because Hill”s paid cash on the hoof for “fine roasting heifers.” Martha wasn”t old enough to vote, so she was spared the spit–her three friends weren”t so lucky. Martha”s fate led Mrs. Neville Champion (”Queenie”) to volunteer for enslavement–as did Rachel, Neville”s secretary. Neville lost it for a moment, but quick intervention put him back on what passes for sanity in our mad world.
“At least they didn”t go to Eastlake Snuff Shop,” Button commented. Button was a free woman who was pretending to be my slave. It was training for undercover work–I guess. More likely I was being spied upon. “They would have all died.”
“No, Eastlake Snuff Shop only collected money. Benny, the owner, didn”t pay anything for fresh meat.” I lowered my voice. “What did they use those jet injectors for?”
“Winston said that the dead bodies were laced with arsenic,” Button shook her head. “Why did they do that? Arsenic is not very toxic.”
“The people I named do not have deep pockets,” I grimaced. “Their jet injector costs more than a thousand dollars new–want to be that it was stolen? Arsenic or simple rat poison is easy to get. While not very toxic, it does ruin the meat. Arsenic is also cheap and available in liquid form.
“But let”s get back to your slave training. You have been naked for only 12 days–and you have just 78 days to go. Today is September 5th. This year has been a long hard one for me.”
“2001 has been a hard year for women,” Button quipped. “You men aren”t slaves–not yet.”
“Neville”s back,” Heather announced. “He”s here to sign the transfer papers.
We went to the formal conference room. I didn”t bother dressing–it was my house! The only clothed person in the room was Neville Champion, and it was warm enough for bare skin inside–too warm for a sport coat and tie. Shawna was telling Neville a story.
“When the Star Children descended, there was Man. Man was a shaggy beast and we Star Children were reproductively compatible with Man–a pleasant surprise. All Star Children were female. Males don”t tolerate interstellar travel well. The Goddess commanded that we take some of Man as our pets and create a new breed that was half Man and half Star Child. That was long ago, perhaps a hundred millennium. Something went wrong. Star Children became greedy because Man was a clever pet and the Man/Star Child hybrid resulted in fertile offspring. Star Children wanted men of their own. You see some of this in old murals, in Egyptian history–you call it myth. Eventually, the males of the half-man/half star child slightly outnumbered the females and took over the world. Woman has been complaining for over 20,000 years and it is in our genes now, but it was something that we brought down upon our own heads.” I had heard this story from other sources, so Shawna”s tale wasn”t new. Neville”s reaction was novel. Not the story. “After 200 centuries of struggle, women began to regain equality. The Goddess returned and mutated us so that the human female will outnumber the human male four -to-one at birth and five-to-one at maturity. She also made it possible for human male homosexuals to exist in large numbers. The reason for this was that women are supposed to outnumber men and share the men. That is how it was 50,000 years ago and that is how it will be at the end of this century. Then the Goddess will return and anoint Master Peter as Earth”s true Master.”
I hadn”t heard that before. I was aware that Button was staring at me.
“Mr. Champion, are your prepared to sign the transfer documents?”
“Please call me Neville,” the abolitionist begged. “Shawna was just telling me a most unbelievable tale.”
“I heard. I don”t believe that I”m destined to rule Earth–and I”m glad of it! I”d never be wise enough. Besides, one of my first acts might very well be radical depopulation. The Carl Mannings of the world have as much right to live as I have. If I had unlimited power, I”m apt to forget that.” I smiled at Shawna. “I don”t believe, Mother.”
“Mother?”
“It is an honorific, Master Neville,” Mercy was handling the legal aspects while undergoing her year-long drug-treatment program. She looked a lot better than that skeleton who volunteered for conversion when Norma Proctor was executed for murdering slaves. “Master Peter”s wives all address him as “Brother Master” and he calls them his sister-wives.”
“That tradition goes all the way back to the Star Children,” Shawna explained, “when woman gave birth without man. You see traces of it in the surviving royal families. The Hindu, Chinese, Egyptian, Mayan and Aztec cultures all practiced intermarriage in order to keep their bloodlines untainted. Master Peter calls the high priestess “Mother” because she is responsible for him. When it is my time to return to the stars, Master Peter will ritually snuff me and a new Mother will take over.”
“No, Master Neville,” Queenie interjected, “I am not becoming a priestess–no way will I be “Mother.” I can see the attraction of having Master Peter snuff me, but my destiny is elsewhere. My destiny is by your side.”
“I”m not going to be “Mother” to Master Brother Peter either,” Jane said. Jane was assisting Mercy, just as Heather was my assistant for today. “His sister-wives may not be the high priestess.”
Yup! You have confirmation, guys! Women are from outer space. No wonder we men don”t understand them–and vice versa!
“This school I”m going to, the Bates and Jackson Institute of Sexology,” Neville bit his lip, “what are they going to do to me?”
“It depends,” I said. “If you just audit the courses, you will just watch. Your slaves–well, partially your slaves–will be going through the entire course. They will participate in every sexual activity including snuffing another slave. I don”t like that part either, but Ms. Bates assures me that their snuff bunnies are terminal candidates. You don”t have to participate in “Pleasuring a Man”–and I would have trouble getting a passing grade in that course. The school is part-time and takes 24 to 30 months, mostly home study. Your lab partners are these three.”
Their slave names were Queenie, Rachel and Martha. DEV owned them, but Neville was going to lease them. Upon completion of the Bates and Jackson Institute of Sexology course and upon gaining his own white slaver license, Neville Champion would own half of each of those three slaves. That way, if anything happened to him, his girls would be taken care of as if they were my own family.
“Button, it is starting to get colder at night,” I observed. “You and Shawna will accompany Master Neville to his home and you will sexually service him. I need you two at the Bar BQ Ranch tomorrow night for Shawna”s religious service. Neville, I need you to service Shawna and Button both. Button needs to be naked in public as much as possible and Shawna shuns clothing. It would be kinder to these five women if you would keep them all naked together–but I can only suggest. You need to be trained in slave management.”
“Some abolitionist I turned out to be,” Neville grumbled as he initialed each page of the DEV owner”s contract. DEV slaves are jointly owned by the Trust and by their primary owner or owners–or are leased to their former husbands or parents. “Now I have three slaves and two on loan!”
“Neville, dear,” Queenie smiled at me, “it is for the best. I told you about the visions I”ve been having.”
“If you were still my wife I”d have you evaluated at the mental health clinic.” Neville looked up from his contracts. “I don”t really trust DEV doctors.”
“Actually, Summer and Lana are Castleman Trust Slaves number 031 and 030. They are not DEV.”
“What”s the difference, Peter?”
“Master Neville, may I explain later?” Shawna asked. “It is a long story and you have documents to sign.”
“Yes, Master Neville,” Mercy pleaded. “The quicker you sign those documents, the quicker I get fucked by Master Peter. It”s my turn!”
Heather waddled in. She was in her fourth month of pregnancy and it showed. Heather glowed. Yes, her belly swelled and her breast leaked milk, but Heather was rapturously happy. Mercy stared at Heather”s protruding abdomen and blinked hard, swallowed. Hidden tears? I wasn”t going to embarrass my slave lawyer. Instead I stood on Heather”s left and began rubbing her stomach and back. Heather moved my left hand to her vulva, pleading with puppy eyes. I complied.
“I”m beginning to wonder who is the slave and who is master,” Neville grumbled. “I don”t know why I let you talk me into this.”
“Because you love Queenie and Rachel and Martha,” I said. “You can save lives. DEV isn”t a success. There was a surge in conversions with the end of summer school and the beginning of the new term. DEV didn”t get much of that business. Not our market niche. I can”t save everyone–not by myself. Bates and Jackson is heavy on the psychology and mythology, followed by physical fitness, beauty, medical care–and sex is only about 16% of the course work. You will spend more time learning about nutrition that about blow jobs.”
“What next, space aliens?” Neville asked. “That”s right, already did the space aliens.”
“You will,” Shawna smiled and the other women giggled.
