Falling to Submission (Black Hand x Darkling_Thrush)

[Darkling_Thrush]

Ezme sent another cruiser through her customs stop, trying not to bang her head against the wall in frustration. She was envious; they were on vacation and could go wherever they pleased. She was stuck here. A lowly customs' officer, making enough to live comfortably, but there was always something missing. She was never quite happy. It was always right there, just out of reach, and she simply couldn't grasp it. It might be easier if she knew just what 'it' was.

She typed up the report on the last vehicle. Four passengers. Nothing illegal, unless they were able to sneak it through the scanner, in which case, good on them. She really didn't care... She tucked a strand of dark auburn hair behind her ear. Even her hair colour these days was mundane. All the other girls had gone teal or fuchsia. But no, she didn't want to go to the effort just to fake a natural colour. There was one girl she remembered that had quit with natural emerald-coloured hair. That lucky, lucky woman.

Ezme buzzed to let the next vehicle through, smoothing down her customs vest. Maybe this one would actually occupy her. A drug bust? Illegal smuggling of a wild animal? The interplanetary exotic pet trade was getting more and more extreme these days. She would love to crack down on one of those bastards.

 

[Black Hand]

Ezme sent another cruiser through her customs stop, trying not to bang her head against the wall in frustration. She was envious; they were on vacation and could go wherever they pleased. She was stuck here. A lowly customs' officer, making enough to live comfortably, but there was always something missing. She was never quite happy. It was always right there, just out of reach, and she simply couldn't grasp it. It might be easier if she knew just what 'it' was.

She typed up the report on the last vehicle. Four passengers. Nothing illegal, unless they were able to sneak it through the scanner, in which case, good on them. She really didn't care... She tucked a strand of dark auburn hair behind her ear. Even her hair colour these days was mundane. All the other girls had gone teal or fuchsia. But no, she didn't want to go to the effort just to fake a natural colour. There was one girl she remembered that had quit with natural emerald-coloured hair. That lucky, lucky woman.

Ezme buzzed to let the next vehicle through, smoothing down her customs vest. Maybe this one would actually occupy her. A drug bust? Illegal smuggling of a wild animal? The interplanetary exotic pet trade was getting more and more extreme these days. She would love to crack down on one of those bastards.

Le'Shalot Waited by the the cargo bay door. His boss, the illustrious owner of this shipment was sending him out to greet the customs officer who would be inspecting the ship. Shipping people was such a messy affair sometimes. Even one incorrectly filed slave could be enough grounds for the company to get fined. And they were a high class organization. Any woman who would get brought along as cargo on the Servile would be going straight to the upper rooms of the meat market, where the rich and the kinky would by them as personal possessions. And Le'Shalot was facilitator of that.

Le'Shalot was a Xoren. The Xoren race was humanoid, but tended to be taller and stronger then their human compatriots. their most defining feature was their ocean blue skin and moon white hair. As per most of his species, his face was covered by the purple tribal tattoos that Xoren males got when they came off age.

Xoren were also ideal slavers. Their bodies released pheromones that made human women's bodies more likely to react erotically to seen images. The fact that women in their culture were kept as pets made them experts early in life on how to make a slave want to behave. most were rather brash and unsophisticated, but a few of them could get quite good at smooth talking.

The door opened, revealing the waiting customs agent. She was a pretty thing despite a bizare lack of modifications. Messy brunette hair, large framed glasses and a look that said in so little space, "I hate my job". Le'Shalot smiled and took a step forward, planting a kiss on the girls hand.

'You must be the agent in charge of reviewing our entrance. I am Le'Shalot. Allow me to accompany you." He said with a charming ease in his deep but smooth voice.

 

[Darkling_Thrush]

"Ezme," she replied automatically. She checked the name of the ship. It was familiar, she'd seen it in the logs. What was it they shipped? Was it lumber? Fabrics? She couldn't quite recall. "Let's see your registration and check your cargo," she said, hitting the scan to check for anything on the list of illegal materials. They had come such a long way; the workers rarely had to check themselves. She grabbed up her board, flicking the screen to the left to bring up a new list. They were all names. Transport?

She kept looking back at the Xoren. She didn't get to see many. They always looked so beautiful, though, and this one was no exception. What she would give just to sit and stare at him... But, no. She could find pictures of Xoren anywhere. There were special publications for women that focused on them, even. Of course, she would never purchase one of those, oh no... She pushed the thought (and her shame) aside and opened the cargo bay door.

The sight made Ezme's jaw nearly drop. There were fifteen or twenty women here, bound. She really should have expected this. A Xoren. A transport vehicle. Of course the rumors would be true. She tried looking down to get the job over ad done with, but the way the women looked back at her made her burn with curiosity. There was a sense of pride in these women. They were the creme of the crop. The best slaves, and even Ezme could tell that. They were also incredibly horny. The way they rubbed their nearly naked selves against the bench, and in some cases, each other... her mouth went dry. She tried to swallow, but it seemed all the moisture in her mouth was taking a Southwards vacation.

She looked back at the Xoren. Le'Shalot, he had said? "What do I have to do?" she managed. Her voice was husky, and she found it difficult to force the words out.

 

[Black Hand]

Le'Shalot turned and opened the door to the hanger bay, where the slaves were kept. During nights they were brought to the sleep holds, where they would have dildo's inserted into their pussies, and helmets lowered over their eyes that would flash constant images of women in states of degradation. Besides that they would spend the rest of the time in the cargo bay, getting their daily lessons.

All of the slaves constantly wore very little. They had the slave collar around their neck that carried whatever name and number the slavers had given them to replace their old identity as people. They wore black rubber tops that left plenty of cleavage, and included vibrating plates over the nipples. Down bellow, they wore black rubber niker shorts that left a peakaboo slit open in front of the crotch. The back was stuffed with a large black rubber dildo, that left the slave girl's constantly feeling stuffed. Their ankles and wrists had black metal cuffs that at a single command could bind any of them. Around their clit was a piercing. It was one of the most powerful tools in the slaver's arsenal. It constantly vibrated at a low speed, leaving the girls horny and wet, but they also had a function that sent a numbing function if any got to close too cumming without permission. It meant that masters could continuously control the level of arousal that their property felt.

The moment Le'Shalot walked in, all of the girls stopped what they were doing and dropped to their hands and knees. This batch had gone through a full session of the training, making them docile and easy molded by their masters.

"Li 817" Le'Shalot bellowed to the obedient women, "Stand up and greet ms. Ezme. Help her ceck the consensual status of each of the toys." Instantly a black haired girl with asian features jumped to her feet. "Li obeys, master" She moaned, kneeling at the feet of the flustered inspector. "This slave is Li 817," She said beamingly, spreading her legs to reveal her sodden pussy. "She offered herself to master on Vega 8. Would Ms. Ezme like help inspecting the meat?" she asked.

Meanwhile, the watching Xoren couldn't help but notice the way Ezme's breath had quickened and the way her glasses had fogged up.

 

[Darkling_Thrush]

Ezme stared. Apparently he hadn't heard her, but that was probably for the better. She cleared her throat and looked around, glancing back quickly to her board. She tried not to stare at the obvious display Li had given her. "Erm... Yes. Let's check the... um... cargo."

She tucked her hair out of her face and went to each of the slaves, checking their collars and matching it up to what she had on her list. She checked off each name as she came to it, trying to remain silent. If she didn't talk, nobody would hear her voice tremble. Then she could pretend that she was doing a good job and could go back to her everyday mundane work and watch the ship depart. Then she'd be safe again... from herself.

The woman could tell by the looks on the faces of the slaves that they definitely were happy here. These were no cases on nonconsent. They were all more than willing... There was something about the unbridled joy in their eyes that tugged at Ezme's heart even more. What was it about all tis that made them so free to smile like that? So free in their bonds... She shook her head. That was silly. She was silly. She needed to get out of here.

"All is accounted for," she sid, clearing her throat and turning back to the Xoren, trying to hold a stance of dominance. After all, it was all up to her if this ship passed or failed. She ruled them right now. She had the power.

And she hated it.