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Set in the year AD2123, this futuristic story contains much that will appeal to both adult SciFi enthusiasts and those who like the thought of an 18 year old being made to comply.

Helen is framed by her boss for theft on her eighteenth birthday. Over the next six weeks, she is convicted, fucked, transported to a penal planet where she becomes the plaything of some very important men. Making a silly mistake she is then punished severely, a punishment she discovers is just what she wants.

Helen`s forced transformation between her eighteenth and nineteenth birthdays from a prim and proper virgin office worker in a crowded Earth of AD2123 to an eager submissive whore in a miners’ brothel on a distant planet is chronicled with loving detail.

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“The next bit is where the uppity ones get angry,” said Kate, ysteriously, “We have to get you trained for this afternoon, and trained to perfection you will be.” Opening the desk drawer she took the neural whip out and laid it on the desk.

“What do I have to do?” asked Helen.

“I want you to imagine you are a fashion model and walk along that line on the floor showing off your overalls as though it was a high-class dress,” came the astonishing reply.

Helen just stared at Kate in amazement, but when Kate picked up the neural whip Helen quickly said “Okay, okay, if that’s what you want,” and started to walk along the line swinging from side to side and pirouetting occasionally just like a fashion model.

Kate’s next request was even odder, “I want you to do it again without the overalls.”

“Why?” asked Helen.

“Because that’s what you will have to do this afternoon, and in front of twenty or so people. You see, if a mine or support business wants staff they come and look at all the prisoners and then we sort out who gets what. It wouldn’t do to send you to work in the concrete factory; you couldn’t lift the weight. Understand?”

“But why naked?” asked Helen.
Kate sighed and picked up the whip. “Because that’s the way we do it,” she said.

Helen hastily took off her overalls and was relieved to see Kate put the whip down again. Blushing at the thought of an audience watching this little performance that afternoon, she went through the same routine again.

“Next, we want to see you stand still with your feet apart and your hands on your head, facing the audience,” added Kate, “Then you turn round slowly and stop with your back to the audience.”

Helen did as she was told, but wondered what this was about.

“Feet wider apart. Next you bend down and touch your toes,” said Kate.

“But that would show all my … my …” stammered Helen.

“Yes, that’s what we want,” said Kate, “Just do it!”

Helen did as she was told, but still was puzzled as to what was going on.

“Now, start again, and do the whole routine, now!” snapped Kate.

Helen hastened to comply, and at the third attempt she was able to do it to Kate’s satisfaction.

“Put your overalls on and sit down,” said Kate, “Look, honey, we get about one woman for every six men here, and not a tenth of those women are as pretty as you. You need to convince the people here this afternoon that you are worth buying and paying a …”

“Buying?” interrupted Helen, “Nobody can buy me!”

“Well, technically you are right, but they are buying your services from the prison, and I don’t see a whole lot of difference,” said Kate, “but as I was saying, if they pay a lot of money for you, they will take better care of you and treat you better. Well, most of them will. So you want to look as attractive as possible. It is in your interest, kid.”

“What happens if somebody isn’t bought?” asked Helen and was truly horrified when Kate replied brusquely, “They starve. There isn’t any food or shelter in the prison here; just this building and it’s locked when there’s no ship in. Anyone unsold has to fend for themselves. They can’t live away from the mines because there isn’t anything. Nothing was growing here when the planet was first discovered; no plants, no trees, no birds, no animals, no insects, no people, nothing. Now we have a few areas being farmed, but the soil isn’t good enough yet, so the crops are poor,” Kate smiled, and added, not unkindly, “Now stop wasting my time and scoot.”

Helen was then waved through the far door into a larger room with about twenty battered chairs and, at one end of the room, a small rostrum on one end of a raised stage about four feet off the ground. Helen realised that the “display” would be on here, which would expose her private parts even more in the toe-touching bit, because the audience would be sitting below the stage.
All the prisoners who had been processed were sitting around talking, except for a few who were curled up against the walls weeping. These, Helen surmised, were the ones who had been on the receiving end of the neural whip. All of the prisoners without exception were wearing overalls, so Helen assumed that their clothing had been taken from them to be returned when they left at the end of their sentences.

‘Well, in that case, I will go back with only a torn smock,’ she thought.

Thinking hard, Helen decided that it would be best to take Kate’s advice and to show herself off as much as she dared. She had been fond of dancing on Earth and she could do a very good high kick. One of those when she was naked would show most of them what they wanted, she thought, if she could bring herself to do it. And at the back of her mind was the threat of the neural whip if she failed to please Kate. Helen felt that Kate was a friendly individual who had taken a personal interest in her. It would be a smart move to be friends with one of the prison guards, and a woman at that.

As they waited and more prisoners came in, Helen was wondering what sort of work she would have to do, and how much her duties would include sex; from the display at the auction she assumed that there would be some sex involved and that she wouldn’t have much choice in the matter. Presumably, with only one woman for every six men, there would be a fair few men who never got any sex at all. It certainly looked as though she would have to be careful about where she went after dark, because she might well be attacked by a man desperate for sex.

***

Finally, Kate came into the room and said, “Right, all of you to the back of the room, behind that screen. Now!”

Helen was amazed to see that the whipped ones, who she had thought would never get up, ran to obey.

‘Really, that neural whip must be hell on Earth … hell on Csadia,’ she corrected herself.

When she went behind the screen she discovered that it was made of one-way glass and she could see everything in the hall. People in overalls like hers began to come in and sit down, and a few dressed in nicer clothes sat at the front, though the clothes did not always fit too well. Helen remembered the fat prisoner and his suit, and then realised that the prisoners’ clothes were not to be stored careful against the day of their release. They were obviously sold to the richer members of the mining community. But if they were rich, why did they have to wear prisoners’ clothes? She added this to the list of questions she had, like were there no children on the planet? Hadn’t any of them had embryos brought out when they came here?
The chairs had been moved up close to the stage so that the audience had a good view of the prisoner on display. Helen blushed to realise that she would have no secrets left when she had done her parading.

The men were auctioned first, starting with the oldest and weediest men who were quickly sold for only a few credits. They went through exactly the same routine that Helen had been taught, and then Kate acted as auctioneer taking bids briskly and selling one after another. Kate conducted the auction from the rostrum to the right hand side of the stage, with a chair beside her.

As each prisoner was ‘sold’ two large solid-looking men just below the rostrum would take the payment from the audience member and hustle the prisoner out to wherever they went next. One thing Helen noticed was that they were using old-fashioned metal coins, rather than electronic cards, to pay for their purchases. Suddenly it dawned on her that this went with everything being so shabby; this was a very backward planet.

Looking at the prisoners as they were displayed for sale, Helen realised that the men’s ‘things’ came in a variety of shapes, and that the ideas she had had during her rapes, from the sensations in her cunt, did correspond to the different lengths and thicknesses on display. Bitterly, she noticed that nobody had one as small as Mervyn’s.

Some of the men were now obviously keen to look good and were showing off their muscles and the prices rose quickly. Then one young man stood on the platform showing off his huge prick. He played with it to get it hard and obviously thought it was a real asset; Helen felt sure was bigger than any she had seen or felt inside her.

That thought came unbidden, and Helen still did not understand how she could have such thoughts; she had always been taught that the private parts of people’s bodies were not to be thought about. He was sold for twelve hundred credits after some brisk bidding and Helen was a little shocked to see that it was a woman who bought him. So there were women owners here, as well as men, among the bosses, and this one was quite old but clearly wanted a toy boy.
The first woman to be auctioned was also the first prisoner to cause trouble. It was the woman who had spoken to her and Kate described her as Maria, thirty-seven years old and convicted of killing her husband. The woman refused to take off her overalls, so Kate threatened her with the neural whip.

“I’d rather die than strip in front of all these men,” shouted the woman.

“Your choice,” said Kate, and touched her with the whip.

Oddly the woman did not scream but dropped, like an empty sack, unconscious to the floor and Helen thought at that moment that Kate had killed her. The two men assisting with the auction came forward, obviously knowing what to do, lifted the woman up and efficiently stripped her. She was not in the prime of life and her breasts and belly sagged. Her wispy pubic hair was turning grey, more so than was the hair on her head .

Her head was lolling drunkenly as she tried to regain control of her senses and recover from the neural whip. Then they walked her through the routine Helen had been taught and by the end of it she had recovered enough to be left standing on her own. Helen realised that there must be variable settings on the whip.

“Turn round,” said Kate, “and touch your toes again.”

Like a sleep-walker, the woman obeyed, before involuntarily falling to the floor, sobbing. Kate went over to her and again threatened her with the whip. The woman amazed Helen by struggling to her feet and trying to go through the whole routine unaided, but she was walking like a drunk, which was the source of much laughter in the audience.

“How much whip did you give her, Kate?” asked one of the men.

“Enough so she will do as she is told for a week,” came the reply.

After that there was some half-hearted bidding and the woman was sold to a small man in the front row for quite a small price.

“Sold to Karl. Where do you want her?” asked Kate.

“At the mine. After a week with the men there, she’ll not need the whip,” he
replied nastily. Helen shuddered at the thought that this woman would be digging uranium.

All of the other prisoners were sold before Helen and none of them made any trouble. Some reached quite high prices, several hundred credits for a presentable woman and just over two thousand for a young woman of about thirty with long chestnut curls and a bewildered look, who Kate said was there by mistake. Her sentence had been three months but she had been shipped to Csadia instead of an Earth prison.

Then it was Helen’s turn.

Kate really turned on the sales patter about this beautiful but unfortunate young, innocent girl sent to Csadia by a tragic miscarriage of justice, the youngest person on the planet, in fact the youngest person ever to set foot on the planet. The “tragic miscarriage of justice” bit brought hoots of laughter from the audience. She did not let Helen take off her overalls at first but made her do a two trips along the stage dressed. Then she asked for bids and rejected all of them as far too small.

“Undo the overalls part way so they can see your tits as you walk,” whispered Kate and Helen did the journey along the stage again with the front of her overalls open to the waist. She was beginning to feel the excitement which many young people feel when they are the centre of attention in front of an audience.

“Who’ll start me off at two thousand?” asked Kate.

“Nobody is buying ‘til we see what you’re hiding,” said the little man with the piggy eyes in the front row.

Kate then told Helen to strip, which she did slowly, not needing to feign her shyness, to the considerable interest of the audience. Her reluctance was overcome by her desire to show off to these people that she really was beautiful. She walked along the stage again and as she turned to come back to where Kate was, she saw the lust in the faces of the audience and realised just how humiliating this display was, but it still felt exciting. As she had been taught, she stood facing the audience quite still for a few moments.

‘I have no clothes on,’ Helen thought, ‘I’m on a stage in front of strangers all naked and it ought to feel awful. But it doesn’t! I wonder why?’
She turned her back on the crowd, summoned up all her courage and then bent to touch her toes. After a few seconds she stood up and turned to face the audience again.

“Do it again,” said Kate.

Slowly, Helen walked along the stage again and as she turned to come back to where Kate was taking bigger and bigger bids, she did her high kicking turn which showed every detail of her body to such effect that one member of the audience fell off his chair. Helen did not know what had got into her, but she was determined to give the audience such a show that one of them would pay a fortune for her. When she stood facing them she put her hands behind her head and jutted her breasts out as far as she could. Slowly she turned to show her back and very slowly she bent to touch her toes.

Bidding was now brisk and stood at well over two thousand credits, but the audience went wild when she peeped between her legs and waved to them. Then she stood up and turned round to face the audience. With her legs wide open, she sat on Kate’s chair, quite sure that this was against the rules, but equally sure that it would not be punished. There was another flurry of bidding when she lifted her heels on to the chair and sat all splayed open showing every pink crevice she had, and even up into her cunt. She was strangely excited at the thought of what the bidders could see and of what she imagined their thoughts to be; it felt deliciously degrading. She had looked at her cunt in a mirror at home, and she knew it was coral pink and creviced, with firm labia and a little love bud waiting to come out to play, and the whole was crowned with a soft red-gold nest of her ‘private forest’. She shuddered a little as she wondered where words like ‘cunt’ had come from; she didn’t think like that, nobody nice ever did.

Helen studied the bidding that was going on and quickly realised that there were two bidders in the audience, Karl, the man with piggy eyes who had already bought the sad whipped woman and the chestnut haired beauty; bidding against him was the woman who had bought the youngster with the huge prick. But, there were three sets of bids being called. This mystery was made clear when the bidding slowed down and Kate said, “That was my bid, the bidding is with me at three thousand two hundred.”

Suddenly Helen felt a shiver run up her spine. She didn’t know any of these people and yet, in a few moments she was going to be, effectively, the private property of one of them, and whoever it was would want value for a very great deal of money, compared to the prices the other prisoners had fetched.

Kate was working hard now, calling to each bidder when they hesitated, “Come on Martha, the bid is with Karl at three thousand nine hundred, think how good she’ll look with you new stud boy!” and “Come on Karl, the bidding is with Martha at four thousand, you said you were getting tired of Paula, this one will keep her on her toes!” and all the while putting in her own bids.
Helen suddenly realised that it was her body that Kate was suggesting be serviced by the stud with the huge ‘thing’; her body that was being compared with this ‘Paula’; and she suddenly didn’t want to think about why someone who used a neural whip so casually would want to buy her.

As Helen became lost in thought of which of these three would be the least bad to be bought by, there was a sudden discussion between Karl and Martha on the floor of the auction and Karl said “Kate, you’ve seen her close up; it ain’t fair you bidding while we haven’t seen so good a view.”

Kate replied, “Karl, you can see all you need as she sits up there on the chair waving her cunt at you, that’s all you need. Anyway I’ll leave it to you two now; I don’t know where I would get nearly five thousand from to pay for her anyway.”

The bidding finished almost immediately with Karl buying her for four thousand seven hundred and fifty credits. She didn’t know if the local currency was the same value as an Earth credit, but if it was, it amounted to three months of her wages, and she couldn’t decide whether she thought that was a lot or quite cheap! Evidently it was considered a lot here because only the girl with the chestnut hair had cost over two thousand.

Everyone trooped out and Helen put her overalls back on, but was not hustled out as the others had been. Karl came back in, evidently in a bad temper, yelling at Kate, “You egged me on. Look what you made me pay out for one measly girl. When was the last time anyone paid nearly five thousand for a prisoner?”

Helen studied her new owner with considerable interest; apart from his piggy eyes, which were too close together and gave an impression of meanness, and small stature, about 5’ 5” and 8 stone (112 lbs), there was not much about him that you would look at twice, or even remember. Helen thought he was probably a boring fool when in a good temper, but obviously quick to anger and, she guessed, nasty with it when roused. She could probably handle him, even physically, she thought, as she was at least two or three inches taller than him and about the same weight.

“But what if she’s a virgin?” asked Kate, “That would be a bargain then wouldn’t it?”

“Is she?” asked Karl, his little piggy eyes lighting up.

“I ain’t saying she is, but I ain’t saying she ain’t; I didn’t think to look, ’cause they never are, here. But she comes from a good background, she’s young and she wasn’t even formally engaged on Earth. The fashion there is for virgin marriages again you know,” and with that she winked at him outrageously.

At that Karl grabbed Helen by the arm, although she towered over him, and bundled her into the back seat of a small hover car which was waiting outside. “It’s going to take about an hour to get to my place, so sit quiet and don’t talk at me, either of you.”

It was then Helen realised that one of the two other women Karl had bought, the one with the chestnut hair, was beside her, but Helen could not remember her name. The woman stared at Helen, still with that bewildered air, and then curled herself up into a ball and went to sleep. Of the sad looking woman who had been neuraled on the auction stage there was no sign.
Helen watched with awe and wonder as they drove through open country with no buildings on it and no people for just under an hour, when they arrived at a large mine working with lots of buildings and people rushing about. What would her new home be like, she wondered?


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“The next bit is where the uppity ones get angry,” said Kate, ysteriously, “We have to get you trained for this afternoon, and trained to
perfection you will be.” Opening the desk drawer she took the neural whip out and laid it on the desk.



“What do I have to do?” asked Helen.



“I want you to imagine you are a fashion model and walk along that line on the floor showing off your overalls as though it was a high-class
dress,” came the astonishing reply.



Helen just stared at Kate in amazement, but when Kate picked up the neural whip Helen quickly said “Okay, okay, if that’s what you want,”
and started to walk along the line swinging from side to side and pirouetting occasionally just like a fashion model.



Kate’s next request was even odder, “I want you to do it again without the overalls.”



“Why?” asked Helen.



“Because that’s what you will have to do this afternoon, and in front of twenty or so people. You see, if a mine or support business wants
staff they come and look at all the prisoners and then we sort out who gets what. It wouldn’t do to send you to work in the concrete
factory; you couldn’t lift the weight. Understand?”



“But why naked?” asked Helen.

Kate sighed and picked up the whip. “Because that’s the way we do it,” she said.



Helen hastily took off her overalls and was relieved to see Kate put the whip down again. Blushing at the thought of an audience watching
this little performance that afternoon, she went through the same routine again.



“Next, we want to see you stand still with your feet apart and your hands on your head, facing the audience,” added Kate, “Then you turn
round slowly and stop with your back to the audience.”



Helen did as she was told, but wondered what this was about.



“Feet wider apart. Next you bend down and touch your toes,” said Kate.



“But that would show all my … my …” stammered Helen.



“Yes, that’s what we want,” said Kate, “Just do it!”



Helen did as she was told, but still was puzzled as to what was going on.



“Now, start again, and do the whole routine, now!” snapped Kate.



Helen hastened to comply, and at the third attempt she was able to do it to Kate’s satisfaction.



“Put your overalls on and sit down,” said Kate, “Look, honey, we get about one woman for every six men here, and not a tenth of those women
are as pretty as you. You need to convince the people here this afternoon that you are worth buying and paying a …”



“Buying?” interrupted Helen, “Nobody can buy me!”



“Well, technically you are right, but they are buying your services from the prison, and I don’t see a whole lot of difference,” said Kate,
“but as I was saying, if they pay a lot of money for you, they will take better care of you and treat you better. Well, most of them will.
So you want to look as attractive as possible. It is in your interest, kid.”



“What happens if somebody isn’t bought?” asked Helen and was truly horrified when Kate replied brusquely, “They starve. There isn’t any
food or shelter in the prison here; just this building and it’s locked when there’s no ship in. Anyone unsold has to fend for themselves.
They can’t live away from the mines because there isn’t anything. Nothing was growing here when the planet was first discovered; no
plants, no trees, no birds, no animals, no insects, no people, nothing. Now we have a few areas being farmed, but the soil isn’t good
enough yet, so the crops are poor,” Kate smiled, and added, not unkindly, “Now stop wasting my time and scoot.”



Helen was then waved through the far door into a larger room with about twenty battered chairs and, at one end of the room, a small rostrum
on one end of a raised stage about four feet off the ground. Helen realised that the “display” would be on here, which would expose her
private parts even more in the toe-touching bit, because the audience would be sitting below the stage.

All the prisoners who had been processed were sitting around talking, except for a few who were curled up against the walls weeping. These,
Helen surmised, were the ones who had been on the receiving end of the neural whip. All of the prisoners without exception were wearing
overalls, so Helen assumed that their clothing had been taken from them to be returned when they left at the end of their sentences.



‘Well, in that case, I will go back with only a torn smock,’ she thought.



Thinking hard, Helen decided that it would be best to take Kate’s advice and to show herself off as much as she dared. She had been fond of
dancing on Earth and she could do a very good high kick. One of those when she was naked would show most of them what they wanted, she
thought, if she could bring herself to do it. And at the back of her mind was the threat of the neural whip if she failed to please Kate.
Helen felt that Kate was a friendly individual who had taken a personal interest in her. It would be a smart move to be friends with one of
the prison guards, and a woman at that.



As they waited and more prisoners came in, Helen was wondering what sort of work she would have to do, and how much her duties would include
sex; from the display at the auction she assumed that there would be some sex involved and that she wouldn’t have much choice in the
matter. Presumably, with only one woman for every six men, there would be a fair few men who never got any sex at all. It certainly looked
as though she would have to be careful about where she went after dark, because she might well be attacked by a man desperate for sex. />


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Finally, Kate came into the room and said, “Right, all of you to the back of the room, behind that screen. Now!”



Helen was amazed to see that the whipped ones, who she had thought would never get up, ran to obey.



‘Really, that neural whip must be hell on Earth … hell on Csadia,’ she corrected herself.



When she went behind the screen she discovered that it was made of one-way glass and she could see everything in the hall. People in
overalls like hers began to come in and sit down, and a few dressed in nicer clothes sat at the front, though the clothes did not always fit
too well. Helen remembered the fat prisoner and his suit, and then realised that the prisoners’ clothes were not to be stored careful
against the day of their release. They were obviously sold to the richer members of the mining community. But if they were rich, why did
they have to wear prisoners’ clothes? She added this to the list of questions she had, like were there no children on the planet? Hadn’t
any of them had embryos brought out when they came here?

The chairs had been moved up close to the stage so that the audience had a good view of the prisoner on display. Helen blushed to realise
that she would have no secrets left when she had done her parading.



The men were auctioned first, starting with the oldest and weediest men who were quickly sold for only a few credits. They went through
exactly the same routine that Helen had been taught, and then Kate acted as auctioneer taking bids briskly and selling one after another.
Kate conducted the auction from the rostrum to the right hand side of the stage, with a chair beside her.



As each prisoner was ‘sold’ two large solid-looking men just below the rostrum would take the payment from the audience member and hustle
the prisoner out to wherever they went next. One thing Helen noticed was that they were using old-fashioned metal coins, rather than
electronic cards, to pay for their purchases. Suddenly it dawned on her that this went with everything being so shabby; this was a very
backward planet.



Looking at the prisoners as they were displayed for sale, Helen realised that the men’s ‘things’ came in a variety of shapes, and that the
ideas she had had during her rapes, from the sensations in her cunt, did correspond to the different lengths and thicknesses on display.
Bitterly, she noticed that nobody had one as small as Mervyn’s.



Some of the men were now obviously keen to look good and were showing off their muscles and the prices rose quickly. Then one young man
stood on the platform showing off his huge prick. He played with it to get it hard and obviously thought it was a real asset; Helen felt
sure was bigger than any she had seen or felt inside her.



That thought came unbidden, and Helen still did not understand how she could have such thoughts; she had always been taught that the
private parts of people’s bodies were not to be thought about. He was sold for twelve hundred credits after some brisk bidding and Helen
was a little shocked to see that it was a woman who bought him. So there were women owners here, as well as men, among the bosses, and this
one was quite old but clearly wanted a toy boy.

The first woman to be auctioned was also the first prisoner to cause trouble. It was the woman who had spoken to her and Kate described her
as Maria, thirty-seven years old and convicted of killing her husband. The woman refused to take off her overalls, so Kate threatened her
with the neural whip.



“I’d rather die than strip in front of all these men,” shouted the woman.



“Your choice,” said Kate, and touched her with the whip.



Oddly the woman did not scream but dropped, like an empty sack, unconscious to the floor and Helen thought at that moment that Kate had
killed her. The two men assisting with the auction came forward, obviously knowing what to do, lifted the woman up and efficiently stripped
her. She was not in the prime of life and her breasts and belly sagged. Her wispy pubic hair was turning grey, more so than was the hair
on her head .



Her head was lolling drunkenly as she tried to regain control of her senses and recover from the neural whip. Then they walked her through
the routine Helen had been taught and by the end of it she had recovered enough to be left standing on her own. Helen realised that there
must be variable settings on the whip.



“Turn round,” said Kate, “and touch your toes again.”



Like a sleep-walker, the woman obeyed, before involuntarily falling to the floor, sobbing. Kate went over to her and again threatened her
with the whip. The woman amazed Helen by struggling to her feet and trying to go through the whole routine unaided, but she was walking
like a drunk, which was the source of much laughter in the audience.



“How much whip did you give her, Kate?” asked one of the men.



“Enough so she will do as she is told for a week,” came the reply.



After that there was some half-hearted bidding and the woman was sold to a small man in the front row for quite a small price.



“Sold to Karl. Where do you want her?” asked Kate.



“At the mine. After a week with the men there, she’ll not need the whip,” he

replied nastily. Helen shuddered at the thought that this woman would be digging uranium.



All of the other prisoners were sold before Helen and none of them made any trouble. Some reached quite high prices, several hundred
credits for a presentable woman and just over two thousand for a young woman of about thirty with long chestnut curls and a bewildered look,
who Kate said was there by mistake. Her sentence had been three months but she had been shipped to Csadia instead of an Earth prison. />


Then it was Helen’s turn.



Kate really turned on the sales patter about this beautiful but unfortunate young, innocent girl sent to Csadia by a tragic miscarriage of
justice, the youngest person on the planet, in fact the youngest person ever to set foot on the planet. The “tragic miscarriage of justice”
bit brought hoots of laughter from the audience. She did not let Helen take off her overalls at first but made her do a two trips along the
stage dressed. Then she asked for bids and rejected all of them as far too small.



“Undo the overalls part way so they can see your tits as you walk,” whispered Kate and Helen did the journey along the stage again with the
front of her overalls open to the waist. She was beginning to feel the excitement which many young people feel when they are the centre of
attention in front of an audience.



“Who’ll start me off at two thousand?” asked Kate.



“Nobody is buying ‘til we see what you’re hiding,” said the little man with the piggy eyes in the front row.



Kate then told Helen to strip, which she did slowly, not needing to feign her shyness, to the considerable interest of the audience. Her
reluctance was overcome by her desire to show off to these people that she really was beautiful. She walked along the stage again and as
she turned to come back to where Kate was, she saw the lust in the faces of the audience and realised just how humiliating this display was,
but it still felt exciting. As she had been taught, she stood facing the audience quite still for a few moments.



‘I have no clothes on,’ Helen thought, ‘I’m on a stage in front of strangers all naked and it ought to feel awful. But it doesn’t! I
wonder why?’

She turned her back on the crowd, summoned up all her courage and then bent to touch her toes. After a few seconds she stood up and turned
to face the audience again.



“Do it again,” said Kate.



Slowly, Helen walked along the stage again and as she turned to come back to where Kate was taking bigger and bigger bids, she did her high
kicking turn which showed every detail of her body to such effect that one member of the audience fell off his chair. Helen did not know
what had got into her, but she was determined to give the audience such a show that one of them would pay a fortune for her. When she stood
facing them she put her hands behind her head and jutted her breasts out as far as she could. Slowly she turned to show her back and very
slowly she bent to touch her toes.



Bidding was now brisk and stood at well over two thousand credits, but the audience went wild when she peeped between her legs and waved to
them. Then she stood up and turned round to face the audience. With her legs wide open, she sat on Kate’s chair, quite sure that this was
against the rules, but equally sure that it would not be punished. There was another flurry of bidding when she lifted her heels on to the
chair and sat all splayed open showing every pink crevice she had, and even up into her cunt. She was strangely excited at the thought of
what the bidders could see and of what she imagined their thoughts to be; it felt deliciously degrading. She had looked at her cunt in a
mirror at home, and she knew it was coral pink and creviced, with firm labia and a little love bud waiting to come out to play, and the
whole was crowned with a soft red-gold nest of her ‘private forest’. She shuddered a little as she wondered where words like ‘cunt’ had
come from; she didn’t think like that, nobody nice ever did.



Helen studied the bidding that was going on and quickly realised that there were two bidders in the audience, Karl, the man with piggy eyes
who had already bought the sad whipped woman and the chestnut haired beauty; bidding against him was the woman who had bought the youngster
with the huge prick. But, there were three sets of bids being called. This mystery was made clear when the bidding slowed down and Kate
said, “That was my bid, the bidding is with me at three thousand two hundred.”



Suddenly Helen felt a shiver run up her spine. She didn’t know any of these people and yet, in a few moments she was going to be,
effectively, the private property of one of them, and whoever it was would want value for a very great deal of money, compared to the prices
the other prisoners had fetched.



Kate was working hard now, calling to each bidder when they hesitated, “Come on Martha, the bid is with Karl at three thousand nine hundred,
think how good she’ll look with you new stud boy!” and “Come on Karl, the bidding is with Martha at four thousand, you said you were getting
tired of Paula, this one will keep her on her toes!” and all the while putting in her own bids.

Helen suddenly realised that it was her body that Kate was suggesting be serviced by the stud with the huge ‘thing’; her body that was
being compared with this ‘Paula’; and she suddenly didn’t want to think about why someone who used a neural whip so casually would want to
buy her.



As Helen became lost in thought of which of these three would be the least bad to be bought by, there was a sudden discussion between Karl
and Martha on the floor of the auction and Karl said “Kate, you’ve seen her close up; it ain’t fair you bidding while we haven’t seen so
good a view.”



Kate replied, “Karl, you can see all you need as she sits up there on the chair waving her cunt at you, that’s all you need. Anyway I’ll
leave it to you two now; I don’t know where I would get nearly five thousand from to pay for her anyway.”



The bidding finished almost immediately with Karl buying her for four thousand seven hundred and fifty credits. She didn’t know if the
local currency was the same value as an Earth credit, but if it was, it amounted to three months of her wages, and she couldn’t decide
whether she thought that was a lot or quite cheap! Evidently it was considered a lot here because only the girl with the chestnut hair had
cost over two thousand.



Everyone trooped out and Helen put her overalls back on, but was not hustled out as the others had been. Karl came back in, evidently in a
bad temper, yelling at Kate, “You egged me on. Look what you made me pay out for one measly girl. When was the last time anyone paid
nearly five thousand for a prisoner?”



Helen studied her new owner with considerable interest; apart from his piggy eyes, which were too close together and gave an impression of
meanness, and small stature, about 5’ 5” and 8 stone (112 lbs), there was not much about him that you would look at twice, or even remember.
Helen thought he was probably a boring fool when in a good temper, but obviously quick to anger and, she guessed, nasty with it when
roused. She could probably handle him, even physically, she thought, as she was at least two or three inches taller than him and about the
same weight.



“But what if she’s a virgin?” asked Kate, “That would be a bargain then wouldn’t it?”



“Is she?” asked Karl, his little piggy eyes lighting up.



“I ain’t saying she is, but I ain’t saying she ain’t; I didn’t think to look, ’cause they never are, here. But she comes from a good
background, she’s young and she wasn’t even formally engaged on Earth. The fashion there is for virgin marriages again you know,” and with
that she winked at him outrageously.



At that Karl grabbed Helen by the arm, although she towered over him, and bundled her into the back seat of a small hover car which was
waiting outside. “It’s going to take about an hour to get to my place, so sit quiet and don’t talk at me, either of you.”



It was then Helen realised that one of the two other women Karl had bought, the one with the chestnut hair, was beside her, but Helen could
not remember her name. The woman stared at Helen, still with that bewildered air, and then curled herself up into a ball and went to sleep.
Of the sad looking woman who had been neuraled on the auction stage there was no sign.

Helen watched with awe and wonder as they drove through open country with no buildings on it and no people for just under an hour, when they
arrived at a large mine working with lots of buildings and people rushing about. What would her new home be like, she wondered?


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“The next bit is where the uppity ones get angry,” said Kate, ysteriously, “We have to get you trained for this afternoon, and trained to

perfection you will be.” Opening the desk drawer she took the neural whip out and laid it on the desk.





“What do I have to do?” asked Helen.





“I want you to imagine you are a fashion model and walk along that line on the floor showing off your overalls as though it was a high-class

dress,” came the astonishing reply.





Helen just stared at Kate in amazement, but when Kate picked up the neural whip Helen quickly said “Okay, okay, if that’s what you want,”

and started to walk along the line swinging from side to side and pirouetting occasionally just like a fashion model.





Kate’s next request was even odder, “I want you to do it again without the overalls.”





“Why?” asked Helen.





“Because that’s what you will have to do this afternoon, and in front of twenty or so people. You see, if a mine or support business wants

staff they come and look at all the prisoners and then we sort out who gets what. It wouldn’t do to send you to work in the concrete

factory; you couldn’t lift the weight. Understand?”





“But why naked?” asked Helen.


Kate sighed and picked up the whip. “Because that’s the way we do it,” she said.





Helen hastily took off her overalls and was relieved to see Kate put the whip down again. Blushing at the thought of an audience watching

this little performance that afternoon, she went through the same routine again.





“Next, we want to see you stand still with your feet apart and your hands on your head, facing the audience,” added Kate, “Then you turn

round slowly and stop with your back to the audience.”





Helen did as she was told, but wondered what this was about.





“Feet wider apart. Next you bend down and touch your toes,” said Kate.





“But that would show all my … my …” stammered Helen.





“Yes, that’s what we want,” said Kate, “Just do it!”





Helen did as she was told, but still was puzzled as to what was going on.





“Now, start again, and do the whole routine, now!” snapped Kate.





Helen hastened to comply, and at the third attempt she was able to do it to Kate’s satisfaction.





“Put your overalls on and sit down,” said Kate, “Look, honey, we get about one woman for every six men here, and not a tenth of those women

are as pretty as you. You need to convince the people here this afternoon that you are worth buying and paying a …”





“Buying?” interrupted Helen, “Nobody can buy me!”





“Well, technically you are right, but they are buying your services from the prison, and I don’t see a whole lot of difference,” said Kate,

“but as I was saying, if they pay a lot of money for you, they will take better care of you and treat you better. Well, most of them will.

So you want to look as attractive as possible. It is in your interest, kid.”





“What happens if somebody isn’t bought?” asked Helen and was truly horrified when Kate replied brusquely, “They starve. There isn’t any

food or shelter in the prison here; just this building and it’s locked when there’s no ship in. Anyone unsold has to fend for themselves.

They can’t live away from the mines because there isn’t anything. Nothing was growing here when the planet was first discovered; no

plants, no trees, no birds, no animals, no insects, no people, nothing. Now we have a few areas being farmed, but the soil isn’t good

enough yet, so the crops are poor,” Kate smiled, and added, not unkindly, “Now stop wasting my time and scoot.”





Helen was then waved through the far door into a larger room with about twenty battered chairs and, at one end of the room, a small rostrum

on one end of a raised stage about four feet off the ground. Helen realised that the “display” would be on here, which would expose her

private parts even more in the toe-touching bit, because the audience would be sitting below the stage.


All the prisoners who had been processed were sitting around talking, except for a few who were curled up against the walls weeping. These,

Helen surmised, were the ones who had been on the receiving end of the neural whip. All of the prisoners without exception were wearing

overalls, so Helen assumed that their clothing had been taken from them to be returned when they left at the end of their sentences.





‘Well, in that case, I will go back with only a torn smock,’ she thought.





Thinking hard, Helen decided that it would be best to take Kate’s advice and to show herself off as much as she dared. She had been fond of

dancing on Earth and she could do a very good high kick. One of those when she was naked would show most of them what they wanted, she

thought, if she could bring herself to do it. And at the back of her mind was the threat of the neural whip if she failed to please Kate.

Helen felt that Kate was a friendly individual who had taken a personal interest in her. It would be a smart move to be friends with one of

the prison guards, and a woman at that.





As they waited and more prisoners came in, Helen was wondering what sort of work she would have to do, and how much her duties would include

sex; from the display at the auction she assumed that there would be some sex involved and that she wouldn’t have much choice in the

matter. Presumably, with only one woman for every six men, there would be a fair few men who never got any sex at all. It certainly looked

as though she would have to be careful about where she went after dark, because she might well be attacked by a man desperate for sex.
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***





Finally, Kate came into the room and said, “Right, all of you to the back of the room, behind that screen. Now!”





Helen was amazed to see that the whipped ones, who she had thought would never get up, ran to obey.





‘Really, that neural whip must be hell on Earth … hell on Csadia,’ she corrected herself.





When she went behind the screen she discovered that it was made of one-way glass and she could see everything in the hall. People in

overalls like hers began to come in and sit down, and a few dressed in nicer clothes sat at the front, though the clothes did not always fit

too well. Helen remembered the fat prisoner and his suit, and then realised that the prisoners’ clothes were not to be stored careful

against the day of their release. They were obviously sold to the richer members of the mining community. But if they were rich, why did

they have to wear prisoners’ clothes? She added this to the list of questions she had, like were there no children on the planet? Hadn’t

any of them had embryos brought out when they came here?


The chairs had been moved up close to the stage so that the audience had a good view of the prisoner on display. Helen blushed to realise

that she would have no secrets left when she had done her parading.





The men were auctioned first, starting with the oldest and weediest men who were quickly sold for only a few credits. They went through

exactly the same routine that Helen had been taught, and then Kate acted as auctioneer taking bids briskly and selling one after another.

Kate conducted the auction from the rostrum to the right hand side of the stage, with a chair beside her.





As each prisoner was ‘sold’ two large solid-looking men just below the rostrum would take the payment from the audience member and hustle

the prisoner out to wherever they went next. One thing Helen noticed was that they were using old-fashioned metal coins, rather than

electronic cards, to pay for their purchases. Suddenly it dawned on her that this went with everything being so shabby; this was a very

backward planet.





Looking at the prisoners as they were displayed for sale, Helen realised that the men’s ‘things’ came in a variety of shapes, and that the

ideas she had had during her rapes, from the sensations in her cunt, did correspond to the different lengths and thicknesses on display.

Bitterly, she noticed that nobody had one as small as Mervyn’s.





Some of the men were now obviously keen to look good and were showing off their muscles and the prices rose quickly. Then one young man

stood on the platform showing off his huge prick. He played with it to get it hard and obviously thought it was a real asset; Helen felt

sure was bigger than any she had seen or felt inside her.





That thought came unbidden, and Helen still did not understand how she could have such thoughts; she had always been taught that the

private parts of people’s bodies were not to be thought about. He was sold for twelve hundred credits after some brisk bidding and Helen

was a little shocked to see that it was a woman who bought him. So there were women owners here, as well as men, among the bosses, and this

one was quite old but clearly wanted a toy boy.


The first woman to be auctioned was also the first prisoner to cause trouble. It was the woman who had spoken to her and Kate described her

as Maria, thirty-seven years old and convicted of killing her husband. The woman refused to take off her overalls, so Kate threatened her

with the neural whip.





“I’d rather die than strip in front of all these men,” shouted the woman.





“Your choice,” said Kate, and touched her with the whip.





Oddly the woman did not scream but dropped, like an empty sack, unconscious to the floor and Helen thought at that moment that Kate had

killed her. The two men assisting with the auction came forward, obviously knowing what to do, lifted the woman up and efficiently stripped

her. She was not in the prime of life and her breasts and belly sagged. Her wispy pubic hair was turning grey, more so than was the hair

on her head .





Her head was lolling drunkenly as she tried to regain control of her senses and recover from the neural whip. Then they walked her through

the routine Helen had been taught and by the end of it she had recovered enough to be left standing on her own. Helen realised that there

must be variable settings on the whip.





“Turn round,” said Kate, “and touch your toes again.”





Like a sleep-walker, the woman obeyed, before involuntarily falling to the floor, sobbing. Kate went over to her and again threatened her

with the whip. The woman amazed Helen by struggling to her feet and trying to go through the whole routine unaided, but she was walking

like a drunk, which was the source of much laughter in the audience.





“How much whip did you give her, Kate?” asked one of the men.





“Enough so she will do as she is told for a week,” came the reply.





After that there was some half-hearted bidding and the woman was sold to a small man in the front row for quite a small price.





“Sold to Karl. Where do you want her?” asked Kate.





“At the mine. After a week with the men there, she’ll not need the whip,” he


replied nastily. Helen shuddered at the thought that this woman would be digging uranium.





All of the other prisoners were sold before Helen and none of them made any trouble. Some reached quite high prices, several hundred

credits for a presentable woman and just over two thousand for a young woman of about thirty with long chestnut curls and a bewildered look,

who Kate said was there by mistake. Her sentence had been three months but she had been shipped to Csadia instead of an Earth prison.
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Then it was Helen’s turn.





Kate really turned on the sales patter about this beautiful but unfortunate young, innocent girl sent to Csadia by a tragic miscarriage of

justice, the youngest person on the planet, in fact the youngest person ever to set foot on the planet. The “tragic miscarriage of justice”

bit brought hoots of laughter from the audience. She did not let Helen take off her overalls at first but made her do a two trips along the

stage dressed. Then she asked for bids and rejected all of them as far too small.





“Undo the overalls part way so they can see your tits as you walk,” whispered Kate and Helen did the journey along the stage again with the

front of her overalls open to the waist. She was beginning to feel the excitement which many young people feel when they are the centre of

attention in front of an audience.





“Who’ll start me off at two thousand?” asked Kate.





“Nobody is buying ‘til we see what you’re hiding,” said the little man with the piggy eyes in the front row.





Kate then told Helen to strip, which she did slowly, not needing to feign her shyness, to the considerable interest of the audience. Her

reluctance was overcome by her desire to show off to these people that she really was beautiful. She walked along the stage again and as

she turned to come back to where Kate was, she saw the lust in the faces of the audience and realised just how humiliating this display was,

but it still felt exciting. As she had been taught, she stood facing the audience quite still for a few moments.





‘I have no clothes on,’ Helen thought, ‘I’m on a stage in front of strangers all naked and it ought to feel awful. But it doesn’t! I

wonder why?’


She turned her back on the crowd, summoned up all her courage and then bent to touch her toes. After a few seconds she stood up and turned

to face the audience again.





“Do it again,” said Kate.





Slowly, Helen walked along the stage again and as she turned to come back to where Kate was taking bigger and bigger bids, she did her high

kicking turn which showed every detail of her body to such effect that one member of the audience fell off his chair. Helen did not know

what had got into her, but she was determined to give the audience such a show that one of them would pay a fortune for her. When she stood

facing them she put her hands behind her head and jutted her breasts out as far as she could. Slowly she turned to show her back and very

slowly she bent to touch her toes.





Bidding was now brisk and stood at well over two thousand credits, but the audience went wild when she peeped between her legs and waved to

them. Then she stood up and turned round to face the audience. With her legs wide open, she sat on Kate’s chair, quite sure that this was

against the rules, but equally sure that it would not be punished. There was another flurry of bidding when she lifted her heels on to the

chair and sat all splayed open showing every pink crevice she had, and even up into her cunt. She was strangely excited at the thought of

what the bidders could see and of what she imagined their thoughts to be; it felt deliciously degrading. She had looked at her cunt in a

mirror at home, and she knew it was coral pink and creviced, with firm labia and a little love bud waiting to come out to play, and the

whole was crowned with a soft red-gold nest of her ‘private forest’. She shuddered a little as she wondered where words like ‘cunt’ had

come from; she didn’t think like that, nobody nice ever did.





Helen studied the bidding that was going on and quickly realised that there were two bidders in the audience, Karl, the man with piggy eyes

who had already bought the sad whipped woman and the chestnut haired beauty; bidding against him was the woman who had bought the youngster

with the huge prick. But, there were three sets of bids being called. This mystery was made clear when the bidding slowed down and Kate

said, “That was my bid, the bidding is with me at three thousand two hundred.”





Suddenly Helen felt a shiver run up her spine. She didn’t know any of these people and yet, in a few moments she was going to be,

effectively, the private property of one of them, and whoever it was would want value for a very great deal of money, compared to the prices

the other prisoners had fetched.





Kate was working hard now, calling to each bidder when they hesitated, “Come on Martha, the bid is with Karl at three thousand nine hundred,

think how good she’ll look with you new stud boy!” and “Come on Karl, the bidding is with Martha at four thousand, you said you were getting

tired of Paula, this one will keep her on her toes!” and all the while putting in her own bids.


Helen suddenly realised that it was her body that Kate was suggesting be serviced by the stud with the huge ‘thing’; her body that was

being compared with this ‘Paula’; and she suddenly didn’t want to think about why someone who used a neural whip so casually would want to

buy her.





As Helen became lost in thought of which of these three would be the least bad to be bought by, there was a sudden discussion between Karl

and Martha on the floor of the auction and Karl said “Kate, you’ve seen her close up; it ain’t fair you bidding while we haven’t seen so

good a view.”





Kate replied, “Karl, you can see all you need as she sits up there on the chair waving her cunt at you, that’s all you need. Anyway I’ll

leave it to you two now; I don’t know where I would get nearly five thousand from to pay for her anyway.”





The bidding finished almost immediately with Karl buying her for four thousand seven hundred and fifty credits. She didn’t know if the

local currency was the same value as an Earth credit, but if it was, it amounted to three months of her wages, and she couldn’t decide

whether she thought that was a lot or quite cheap! Evidently it was considered a lot here because only the girl with the chestnut hair had

cost over two thousand.





Everyone trooped out and Helen put her overalls back on, but was not hustled out as the others had been. Karl came back in, evidently in a

bad temper, yelling at Kate, “You egged me on. Look what you made me pay out for one measly girl. When was the last time anyone paid

nearly five thousand for a prisoner?”





Helen studied her new owner with considerable interest; apart from his piggy eyes, which were too close together and gave an impression of

meanness, and small stature, about 5’ 5” and 8 stone (112 lbs), there was not much about him that you would look at twice, or even remember.

Helen thought he was probably a boring fool when in a good temper, but obviously quick to anger and, she guessed, nasty with it when

roused. She could probably handle him, even physically, she thought, as she was at least two or three inches taller than him and about the

same weight.





“But what if she’s a virgin?” asked Kate, “That would be a bargain then wouldn’t it?”





“Is she?” asked Karl, his little piggy eyes lighting up.





“I ain’t saying she is, but I ain’t saying she ain’t; I didn’t think to look, ’cause they never are, here. But she comes from a good

background, she’s young and she wasn’t even formally engaged on Earth. The fashion there is for virgin marriages again you know,” and with

that she winked at him outrageously.





At that Karl grabbed Helen by the arm, although she towered over him, and bundled her into the back seat of a small hover car which was

waiting outside. “It’s going to take about an hour to get to my place, so sit quiet and don’t talk at me, either of you.”





It was then Helen realised that one of the two other women Karl had bought, the one with the chestnut hair, was beside her, but Helen could

not remember her name. The woman stared at Helen, still with that bewildered air, and then curled herself up into a ball and went to sleep.

Of the sad looking woman who had been neuraled on the auction stage there was no sign.


Helen watched with awe and wonder as they drove through open country with no buildings on it and no people for just under an hour, when they

arrived at a large mine working with lots of buildings and people rushing about. What would her new home be like, she wondered?



Reviews

Helen: Space Slave is a curious mix of tired cliches and inovative ideas. The tired cliche is the naive innocent thrust into forced sexual servitude, startled at the fact that she loves it. The innovation is that Helen, the painfully naive girl, is actually quite intelligent. Charmbright has managed to do something I've never seen before, to portray a highly intelligent naivity with believablity. Couple this with an excellent depiction of an future society that is highly different from ours and you have a story that overcomes it's cliched plot and mediocer sex scenes. this book is well worth reading. 4 out of 5

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Charmbrights is an accomplished author - now exclusively published by Fiction4All. Writing anything from wonderfully tantalising erotica to bdsm practices, Charm brings charm and pain in equal measure!

 


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