J McKenna - Slave Planet

“Maybe when I recover, you’ll share him, hmmm?” She asked. Beth wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not.

When Beth told Niktus that she was a healer like him and the medical kit Gorshun had could help cure a lot of illnesses in the village, he became determined to buy it. He saw it as a way to increase his profits. The fact that it allowed Beth to do the job she had been trained to do was of secondary importance. She realized that profits were the men’s great weakness. They could be convinced to do many things if a good profit appeared at the end of it. She suspected the women here would know that too. Perhaps being a woman on this planet isn’t so bleak after all.

Niktus had gone alone to Gorshun’s hut, leaving Beth and Greta unchained for the first time. Niktus wasn’t overly concerned they might run away. He warned them that slaves were not permitted outside without a man present, otherwise, they might risk being declared “available” and claimed by another man. This was how many a cruel and unscrupulous master gained new slaves.

Greta and Beth decided not to risk it without well-thought-out plan. They sat and plotted how they might get away, inventing and rejecting various scenarios. The best idea was to steal the phasers and hide them. Then, at night, they could sneak to the houses of the other crew women and free them. Once they were all together, they may be able to blast their way free.

“If we’re going to be sneaking around anyway, we should sneak over to Gorshun’s and steal the whole bag,” Greta said. “As you know, we can’t leave anything behind.”

“True. Maybe we can get Niktus to help us. Otherwise, I don’t know how we’re going to slip away.”

“We could jump him and tie him up tonight.”

“No way. He’s been good to us.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed how good he is to you .”

Greta’s emphasis made Beth blush. “I can’t help what he does,” she said hurriedly.

“It’s OK,” Greta assured her. “I think he’s kinda cute myself.”

Beth was trying to come up with a retort when Niktus entered the hut. One look at his face and Beth knew something was up.

“What is wrong, Master Niktus?” She asked, using the formal title.

“I bought the potions box,” he began.

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Beth responded, then stopped when his face didn’t reflect her excitement. His eyes shifted over to the commander.

“Uh oh,” Greta said.

Beth’s hand flew to her face. “You didn’t!”

“It was the only way he would make a deal. He was angry when he discovered how valuable the talking boxes were. He said he would only accept Greta back as payment.”

“Tell him no!” Beth blurted out. “He can’t have her!”

“Beth,” he said, pronouncing it “Beeth,” “you know I only bought Greta because I thought I could make a larger profit later, when she got better. A trade with Gorshun is fair. This box of potions will help us as healers.”

“No!—” Beth was just getting a head of steam up when Greta put her hand on her shoulder.

“It’s all right, doc.” Greta said, shocking Beth. To Niktus, she said, “May I speak to her alone?” He nodded.

“Kill the U.T.,” she told Beth, who pressed the button to mute the unit.

“You can’t possibly want to do this,” Beth said.

“No, listen. Our plan relies on us getting the bag—or at least the phasers. If I’m there, I’ll have a much better chance of doing that. Besides, I’m kinda the third wheel here, if you know what I mean.”

Beth reddened again. Yet what she said made sense. She didn’t like it, but if they were to escape and get back to the pod, they had to work fast—and smart. Finally, she nodded. “OK. You’re right. But I don’t like the look of that Gorshun. He could be a real bastard.”

“I hope I’m not there long enough to find out,” Greta said. She was thinking something else entirely. Being around Niktus and Beth, listening to their wild couplings, made Greta envious. If she got laid while on her mission to recover the phasers, well, it was a small sacrifice to pay, she decided. Her loins pulsed at the thought.

Allyson sat behind the desk, crude marker in hand, adding up columns of figures while Pitus stood over her shoulder, watching intently.

“According to this, you took in 322 quitnums last month—but you spent 353. Not good,” she told the huge man.

He frowned when the U.T. translated her words. “Are you sure? Is this some slave trick?”

She shoved the paper at him. “See for yourself. Don’t take my word for it.”

He looked over the figures. From his expression, Ally could tell they didn’t make a lot of sense to him. Like the 16 thcentury people of Earth, most were illiterate, yet many could manage numbers in order to trade goods. Ally guessed that Pitus probably kept track of his business in his head and never wrote anything down because he couldn’t.

Now he was being confronted by his lowly slave, and told that he was losing money. A Baktu’s pride is second only to his greed and Pitus was facing that dilemma directly. If he got mad and punished this upstart slave as his instinct told him to do, he would continue to lose money.

His greed won out. “What would you do?”

“If it were me, I’d either raise my rates, or cut my expenses.”

“What you mean, expeenses ?” Apparently it didn’t translate well.

“Well, look at this,” she said, pointing. “You spent 88 quitnums on food for you and your staff. That’s going to go up because you bought me. That’s one-third your expenses. Do you really need four slaves to run this hotel? I spent most of the day sweeping—there was nothing else to do. Why not sell one or two slaves and cut down on slave ownership costs?” In her head, she was thinking, I won’t be around, so you’ll save on my food bill.

Pitus pursed his lips.

“You could raise your rates a little and charge your guests more for food and you’d have a lot more money,” Ally went on, knowing that the more times she mentioned “money,” the better off she was.

“You, uh, help me fix?”

Ally smiled. “Yes, as long as you treat me well. For example, no sex with the guests.”

His eyes narrowed. He looked the naked woman up and down. Allyson could tell he was remembering her from her exposed position yesterday. After Beth left, he had moved his loincloth aside, exposing his rock-hard cock and rubbed it against her dripping pussy. Ally, still in the glow of her orgasm from Niktus, didn’t struggle when he pressed the tip into her. She merely sighed and tried to adjust as best she could. When he plunged into her, she came again immediately with an even more powerful climax. For a huge man, his cock seemed just the right size.

Pitus stroked in and out rapidly until he came in a rush, braying like a mule. Ally felt his sperm gush out of her when he pulled back. His attitude changed then. He untied her and seemed to treat her with more deference.

Was I that good? she wondered. Regardless, she was able to use her sex—and her smarts—to show Pitus her value. Still, it was hard for the man to admit a woman—a mere slave—might have more talents than he did.

Ally waited, watching him decide, then held up the sheet, showing him his profits eroding away. Finally, he sighed and nodded. Another seven-foot tree, felled by a short, but smart and sexy woman.

“All right. But you no tell others. They get angry, get lazy.”

Ally waited until his back was turned before she smiled and stuck out her tongue.

Kate and her two companions rested by the trail. Sulala and Lilani weren’t tired, but Kate was exhausted. She had been in decent shape when she left Earth, and assumed seven months asleep affected her more than she realized. Kate could also tell she was also about to get her period, dammit. It made her irritable. It also made her wonder. Do the women here get periods too? Are we that much alike?