The Harem part 3 - History

                                                        The Harem Part 3
                                                             History

Rachael sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Instinctively reaching for the remote control on her bedside table, she clicked on her holoscreen and put on the news. It was Rachael’s favourite news station playing their morning show. It was her favourite news show not because of the content but because one of the anchors sometimes wore low-cut tops and had a face that was easy to imagine having an orgasm. Mostly though, Rachael just wanted some noise in the room while she woke up.

As the bounty hunter stared, bleary eyed, at the holoscreen she gradually became aware of the smell in her room. It was a heavy, humid odour of sweaty bodies mixed with the tangy and sweet aroma of girls. It was the smell of sex. It was a smell that Rachael quite enjoyed, but having it her room felt dirty in the wrong way. She would have to get some fresh air into the room, or at least the closest thing to fresh her ship’s air scrubbers could do.

Sleeping next to her, curled up into small balls, were the two slave girls Rachael had picked up during a couple of bounty runs. Rachael could not remember what their names were at that moment; her head still too heavy from sleep and blurry with a hangover. She could feel the leftover alcohol sitting in the pit of her stomach, threatening to rise up and splatter on her clean floor at any moment. It wasn’t the first time she had woken up in a bed with naked woman and no recollection of how she got there, but these girls were younger than her usual prey. At least this time there was no evidence she had been playing knife games on herself.

Careful not to wake her two sleeping slaves, Rachael inched out of bed and wandered into her ship’s compact kitchen. She didn’t bother to put on any clothes even if there was a slight chill aboard the ship. Her skin prickled up as the clean air outside her bedroom touched her naked body. With a hand on the wall for support, Rachael stumbled her way along the cool, dim corridor.

In the kitchen she found an unopened beer from the night before and cracked it open on the edge of the counter before guzzling it down. The beer quickly settled her stomach and got rid of the taste of pussy from her mouth. She lifted her head back and let the warm beer overflow her mouth and spill across her chest. It would be sticky soon, but most of Rachael’s skin was already sticky with sweat and cum, both hers and her slaves. She was too hungover and tired to care about the pool of beer that formed around her bare feet. Her ship was already such a mess that another puddle of alcohol on the floor would hardly make a difference.

Rachael swallowed the last of the beer, threw the bottle into the recycling bin and headed back to her bedroom. The two slave girls, Little Purple and Blueberries, Rachael now remembered, had moved into the middle of the bed to enjoy the warm spot Rachael had left. They were spooning each other tightly and Rachael was positive that Little Purple was squeezing Blueberries’ chest under the duvet. Blueberries did not have much of a chest but that never stopped Little Purple from groping her or tugging on her nipple chain. The ship was not always as peaceful as it was now. More than once Rachael had had to break the two girls up when their little fights got out of hand. Not for the first time, Rachael felt a sharp stab of guilt as she looked down at her two girls. Were they just her slaves or were they more? These strange feelings of matriarchal care unsettled the hardened bounty hunter. Little Purple and Blueberries were not her daughters, she reminded herself. They were her slaves and nothing more. They were happy slaves, but slaves nonetheless.
Rachael tugged on two pairs of feet that peeked out from under the duvet.

‘Wakie-time, girls. Shower time,’ said Rachael.

Little Purple and Blueberries grumbled and pulled their feet away from Rachael as she pinched their toes.

‘Hey! Up,’ Rachael insisted, pulling the duvet off of them.

Little Purple and Blueberries whined loudly and tried to pull the duvet back but Rachel yanked it away from the bed and gave them a few playful slaps on the legs to get them up. They were not wearing the sets of extravagant jewellery Rachael had given them but the marks were visible on their young bodies. The jewellery included a complicated set of chains connecting piercings across their bodies, which was a hassle to redo every morning and evening, so most of the time Rachael let them go without their ornate sets of gold and silver jewellery. Discreet studs kept the piercings from healing over.

‘Accept your fate, girls,’ Rachael said as she finally managed to pull her two girls out of the bed and push them towards the bathroom.

Rachael stepped into the shower and brought the temperature to a comfortable heat while Little Purple and Blueberries brushed their teeth in the mirror before joining their mistress under the water.

Little Purple and Blueberries squeezed blobs of soap into their small hands and began to scrub Rachael’s body. Little Purple took the front, soaping up Rachael’s belly and breasts, while her blue counterpart took care of Rachael’s behind. Rachael lifted her arms above her head and stood still as her two slaves cleaned her body with care and adoration. Little Purple was eager as always to make sure that Rachael’s breasts were as clean as humanly possible and massaged them lovingly with her soapy hands as the water flowed down her body. Rachael’s head lolled back and she let out a few relaxed sighs as her oldest slave began to tease her nipples. Meanwhile behind her, Blueberries’ hands had started to wander into places that gave Rachael a pleasant shock when touched. She was still sensitive from the nights exertion and Blueberries’ rough treatment was out of character for the normally delicate and timid girl. Rachael took hold of Blueberries’ hand between her legs and guided her in more gentle, soothing movements across her vulva.

Rachael enjoyed her slaves’ attention for a few more minutes, letting them clean her from the neck down. Their height meant cleaning any higher than Rachael’s neck would require a stool. Now it was her turn to wash the girls. She soaped up their young bodies and shampooed their hair with the special shampoos designed for their respective species.

‘Are we going to be leaving the station soon, ma’am,’ Blueberries asked as Rachael conditioned the youngest slave’s hair.

‘As soon as I get a new contract we’ll be out of here,’ Rachael answered.

‘Could we leave the ship for a little while then?’ Little Purple asked while she waited for her turn to have her hair cleaned.

‘Depends where we go. I’m not going to let you off on an outlaw station but maybe if we dock at one of the more cosmopolitan places I will.’

‘OK. What does that mean?’ Blueberries asked.

‘LP, do you want to tell her?’ said Rachael.

‘It means lots of different people and cultures living together,’ Little Purple said happily.

‘Like us?’

‘Sort of. We get along most of the time,’ Rachael said.

Blueberries swapped places with Little Purple.

‘So people don’t get along in cosmopolitan places?’ Blueberries asked.

‘In my experience they tolerate each other just enough to not kill each other, but you have that many people with that many cultures living in one place, someone is going to get angry,’ Rachael said with all the authority of someone who had been on both sides of more than a few race riots.

‘What if we went to a planet?’ Blueberries asked.

‘You mean land on a planet? This ship isn’t built for that,’ Rachael said.

‘How could we do it then?’

Rachael thought for a moment.

‘Dock at a station and either take a space elevator down or rent a shuttle and fly down,’ she said.

‘Next time you go planet side will you take us with you?’ Little Purple asked.
‘Sure, LP.’

                                                                   *

As Rachael replaced Little Purple’s nipple studs with rings and threaded the golden chain from the slave’s long, pointed ears to her nose rings, Blueberries stood behind her and tied her hair into a long braid. Rachael had put on a pair of boxers but was otherwise naked. The two slave girls were also naked except the extravagant sets of jewellery that Rachael dressed them in. She had also had several sets of custom-designed outfits made for the girls which connected with the jewellery. It was a complicated and time-consuming process to dress and undress but it rubbed Rachael in just the right way. She also had some place-holder studs and normal clothing lying around for when she didn’t feel like dressing her slaves up or when she needed to bring them to public places.

As Rachael finished setting up Little Purple’s body jewellery, she heard the hiss of her airlock opening. For a split-second she was confused. No one but her could open the airlock. No, that was not true. One more person could do it. Rachael felt a stab of adrenaline as her eyes darted to the hallway and she saw her boss, the leader of Clan Mitsabi walk onto her ship.

‘Oh, fuck me,’ Rachael had time to mutter.

                                                                   *

‘What the fuck were you thinking? I knew you were fucked up but this is a new low,’ Kagura Mitsabi shouted.

Kagura Mitsabi was a forty-something bounty hunter of renown. She came from a wealthy family of Japanese descendants that was part of a large industrial and financial alliance in the galactic south. She had cut ties with her family many years ago and perused a life of bounty hunting until she had acquired enough money, influence and connections to establish her bounty hunting clan that had since made a name for itself.

She was a tall, slender woman who looked younger than she was. Her hair was still as black and lively as it had been the day Rachael met her fifteen years ago. Presently she was wearing the scowl of disapproval that Rachael had come to expect of her.

‘It’s not as bad as it looks, Kag,’ Rachael said calmly.

Rachael was still naked but seemed not to notice it as she sat in her ship’s lounge area and listened to her boss’s fury. She looked almost bored as Kagura berated her, which she was quite used to by now.

In the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, Little Purple and Blueberries listened in on the argument.

‘Don’t call me “Kag”, ok? You don’t get to call me that, even in private,’ Kagura shot back.

‘Sorry, ma’am,’ Rachael said, rolling her eyes. ‘But seriously, it’s not that bad.’

‘Not that bad? Rachael this is pretty god damn bad. You are keeping slaves aboard your ship. Underage slaves, no less. You do realise how many years in prison you’ve already earned?’

Rachael did the maths in her head quickly in her head, using her fingers to help.

‘Probably something like a hundred years. Maybe ninety with good behaviour?’

‘What are the odds of that ever happening?’ Kagura replied.

‘You’re one to talk, Kagura,’ Rachael said with heavy emphasis on her boss’s name.

Kagura narrowed her eyes and glared at Rachael. Rachael glared back with equal ferocity.

‘Don’t,’ Kagura hissed.

Rachael stood up from her seat and pulled down her boxers. They fell to her ankles where Rachael kicked them towards her boss.

‘You remember this? A bit too old for you now, I guess,’ said Rachael as she ran her hands down her slim and firm body.

Kagura folded her arms and looked away. ‘Get dressed, Rachael.’

Rachael did not. ‘I wasn’t much older than them when you took me away. Small, scared Rachael plucked from a space station that was leaking air and taken away for adventures and fun,’ Rachael said slowly.

Kagura was breathing heavily through her nose, keeping her temper in check as Rachael spoke.

‘You never called me a slave but I knew I was,’ said Rachael as she slowly approached her old mentor.

‘I saved your life!’ Kagura spat.

‘You did,’ said Rachael. ‘You saved me from the riots. And what did you do after that?’

Kagura swallowed hard and looked away, breathing heavily.

‘I fucked you,’ Kagura mumbled.

‘You fucked me! Under age Rachael, your slave girl and pet! So don’t come onto my ship and tell me how fucked up I am when you’re the one who made me this way,’ Rachael hissed through gritted teeth. She was standing only inches away from Kagura now. Close enough to feel her warm breath that had once brought her so much comfort.

‘You can’t keep them, Rachael. You know that,’ Kagura said, her voice level and calm.

Rachael backed off and relaxed.

‘I’ll take care of them. Just like you took care of me,’ Rachael said with a small smile.

‘I’m serious, Rachael. Find a home for them,’ Kagura said as she headed for the airlock. She paused in the narrow corridor, removed her PDA from her belt and tapped it a few times. ‘I sent something to you. And for God’s sake don’t get any more slaves!’

‘I don’t pick up strays, ma’am,’ Rachael shouted as Kagura disappeared through airlock.

Rachael stood alone in her lounge, feeling the chilly air settle on her naked body. Confusing memories washed over her. Thoughts of anger, bitterness, arousal and lust crowded her head, competing for focus. She put her boxers back on and called the girls back in.

                                                                     *

Rachael flicked through the contract while her ship sat in orbit around the planet. The local station was sitting on the horizon and a rendezvous was set in a few hours, plenty of time for Rachael to get up to speed on the mission. She sat in her lounge, feet up on a stool as Blueberries carefully and lovingly painted each of her toenails a different colour and design.

‘Purps! Tell me about the planet,’ Rachael called out.

Little Purple emerged from the bedroom, carrying the small PDA Rachael had bought her and Blueberries and came to sit on the floor next to her slave-sister; Blueberries.

‘Very low population mainly focused around a few cities and then scattered across a few thousand farming communities,’ Little Purple read aloud.

‘What about the rest of the planet?’

‘Mostly wildlife conservancies.’

‘Perfect. Blue, go grab my PDA. I want to check something,’ Rachael ordered.

Blueberries jumped up and ran to fetch the small device. She came back a moment later and handed the device to Rachael, who rewarded her with a little kiss. It would have looked like a small, if overly affectionate kiss between mother and daughter, if not the fact that the two were a different species and the kiss lasted a little too long.

The young Azuran returned to her careful painting of her mistress’s toes as Rachael clicked through her PDA. She would paint Rachael’s fingernails next.

‘The price of a shuttle is five grand per day, plus a deposit. Purps, what’s your opinion?’

‘It would be best for a tactical insertion to collect the bounty,’ she replied hesitantly, as if she was suddenly sitting an exam she had not studied for.

‘Good thinking, but what are my alternatives?’

Little Purple hesitated again. ‘Umm. Space elevator to the planet and insertion via land vehicle?’

‘Yeah. I could get a buggy,’ Rachael said with a laugh. ‘But no. Shuttle is best even if it is expensive.’

‘Can we do something after the mission?’ Blueberries asked, looking up from Rachael’s feet.

‘Of course we can. You have something in mind?’

‘I’ll think of something,’ Blueberries squeaked and went back to her painting.

‘Stealth is always best,’ said Little Purple.

‘Meh,’ Rachael replied. ‘A smash and grab is more fun.’

                                                                   *

Rachael was beginning to feel more like her old self. The run in with Kagura had rattled her a little more than she had expected, but that was far behind her now. She was dressed in comfortingly uncomfortable combat gear loaded with as many toys as she could carry for the mission. Her colourful fingernails clashed with her all-black attire and especially with the fingerless gloves. Her knuckles were white with tension as she gripped the yoke of the shuttle and piloted it through the atmosphere. The turbulence was violent and at times Rachael felt the shuttle was about to fall apart, or that she might lose control and plummet into the ground.

Strapped into their seats behind her were Little Purple and Blueberries. Blueberries had her flat face in her hands and had pulled her knees up to her chest as the turbulence rattled the shuttle. Little Purple was handling it a little better and seemed to have zoned out soon after the shuttle hit atmo. She was definitely holding onto her seat though.

Just like I used to, Rachael thought and felt a tingle of what could only be called an awkwardly parental nostalgia.

Cruising at nearly 8 kilometres above the surface of the dry planet, Rachael was circling a small farming town. From up here in the cloudless sky the town was nothing more than a small collection of dark specks and lines. Surrounding the town were kilometres of golden fields swaying in the breeze.

In the distance she could see the sun beginning to set. She would circle for a few more hours, examining the town through the powerful camera mounted on the front of the shuttle. She could get the girls to run surveillance, but then again… A thought entered Rachael’s mind. She only needed one girl to keep an eye on the camera feed and it had been several hours since she had enjoyed their little bodies.

She undid her belt and loosened her combat trousers, sliding a hand down the front of her plain black panties. She was wet already. Within seconds of such a lewd thought entering her mind her body had reacted and prepared itself for pleasure. She looked over her shoulder, into the cabin of the shuttle. Blueberries was watching something on a video screen, it looked like a film. She had her feet up on the seat where she sat in a small ball. Little Purple was reading something on her PDA.

‘Blue, come here. I need you for something,’ Rachael called.