Erotic Slave Girls Of Outer Space: Part 2 -- Alien Harem

By Pat Powers

When last we left Dita, Pinky and Maria, they were in the midst of a space battle that spelled "Certain Doom" for all of them in no uncertain letters. We can't say whether or not they escaped Certain Doom, because that would be a spoiler, but when next we find Dita and Maria, they have been kidnapped by the Zeskons and installed in the Zeskon President's Alien Harem.

The Zeskons are one of the most powerful interstellar empires in the Beyond, and they want the Anthrax Codex concealed in Maria's body. Dita is just a bonus to them, but definitely another bauble in the Alien Harem.

But Dita's string of non-luck continues. The Zeskons are one of the very few humanoid races in the galaxy whose women go into estrus. Full estrus. They became animals with no desire except sex, whose hormones are irresistible to Zeskon men. And how can Dita compete against that? Especially since a wrinkle in her race's nervous system makes HER susceptible to Zeskon women's pheromones, while a wrinkle in Maria's brain makes HER susceptible to Zeskon male pheromones!

Will Maria and Dita be able to escape the Zeskons? Will the Zeskons get the Anthrax Codex and upset the balance of power in the Beyond? Will Dita and Maria be naked, bound and gagged and treated as the lascivious sex slaves they are? And will they have lots and lots of sex with the Zeskons and the other members of the Alien Harem?

You know how to find out!

This story is about 32,000 words long.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pat Powers
• Release date: Sep 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370735099

Pat Powers

Pat Powers may not be the most interesting man in the world, but when he writes about himself in the third person, he tries to make people think so.A former sex droid designer and professional cyclist, he had an epiphany after winning the Tour de France for the third time. He realized that writing erotica was a lot easier than bicycling up mountains. (Riding down mountains is actually easier than writing erotica, but much more physically dangerous.) Powers decided to write erotica for his own comfort and safety and the enjoyment of his many thoroughly satisfied readers.And the rest, as they say, is history. Powers has become the most famous unknown author in his genre, and has amassed a fortune in words.

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Erotic Slave Girls Of Outer Space: Part 2 – Alien Harem

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in this book are over the age of 18.

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Prolog

In Book One of Slave Girls Of Outer Space, Dita, a warrior from a primitive, unknown culture who was captured by space raiders, and Dita, a love slave of the Charom Empire whose client got into political trouble which engulfed her too, are chained in the hold of the Chizoom merchant vessel, Fearless Profit. They were bought from slavers and are being taken to a Chizoom planet to be sold.

Dita and Maria engineer a daring escape and flee to Velnar7, a trade outpost of the mighty Conglomeration of Free States. Relentlessly pursued by the Fearless Profit, they make it to Velnar7, where the Fearless Profit is confronted by the sentient Surround warship Grounds for Dis Missile which chases off the Fearless Profit because neither the Surround nor the Conglomeration recognize slavery, and frees all slaves who make it to Conglomeration or Surround space, regardless of the wishes of whatever fleabitten stellar empire is chasing them.

At the Velnar7 station Dita and Maria go on a shopping spree with the money that Froddicher, the artificial intelligence in charge of Velnar7, gives them as new citizens of the Conglomeration. Unfortunately, one of the places Maria goes shopping for upgrades to her nanoset (a sort of computer and internet service that is hardwired directly to the nervous system) is a shop where Probonis, an agent of the Mesculid Empire, works. He is smuggling the Anthrax Codex, ancient technology that could change the balance of power in the Beyond (as the array of humanoid stellar empires outside of the Conglomeration and the Surround are called).

Fearing that agents of other stellar empires have caught on to him and are hot on his trail, Probonis uses Maria as a mule. He injects the Anthrax Codex into her body along with the nanoset upgrades she has purchased. But when Probonis has a few too many drinks to celebrate getting rid of the Codex so neatly, he reports his success using weak encryption, which is picked up by agents of many stellar empires.

When the Pink Marauder, as Dita and Maria's lifeboat/flying bordello is called, leaves the station unexpectedly with them inside it, a host of vessels that Are Not What They Seem follow. Very shortly, a tremendous space battle ensues as all of the pursuers want the Pink Marauder and its occupants. Just as the story ends, Certain Doom is approaching …

Chapter 1

Touched By A Ten-Foot Pole

The difference between Certain Doom and Actual Doom is sometimes a matter of millimeters or nanoseconds. But at other times it is a matter of intent, and nothing more. The captain of the Zeskon stealth corvette Fast and Bulbous could easily have destroyed the Pink Marauder and its two terrified inhabitants, Dita the love slave and Maria the barbarian slave. (Three inhabitants if you count Pinky, the Pink Marauder's sentient AI, which had recently had a feeling for the first time and was feeling very special about it.)

But the Zeskons, like every other Beyond power that had sent ships in pursuit of the Pink Marauder when it pulled out of the Velnar7 trading station, wanted the Pink Marauder and its inhabitants intact.

Instead of destroying the Pink Marauder when it managed by virtue of its vast Schrodinger engines to get a lead on the other ships, the Fast and Bulbous simply scooped the Pink Marauder up in a tractor beam, dragged it into its hold, and then did a series of micro-and-macro jumps so arduous and improbable that it soon lost the rest of the ships in the vastness of interstellar space, which is after all, very useful for getting lost in.

We have been seized by a tractor beam and are being pulled into the hold of one of the ships pursuing us, said Pinky.

They'll be boarding us soon, said Maria. I will get my weapons, and we will sell our lives dearly!

Maybe if we greet them and offer them some booze and snacks and ask them why they're after us, we will get to keep our lives, Dita said.

I may be in deepest outer space, and very far from home, but I am still a member of the Queen's Guard of Rynia, said Maria. And no member of the Queen's Guard ever surrenders.

Dita rolled her eyes. Show me again on the star map where the star that shines on Rynia is? she asked.

You know that I cannot, said Maria. Nobody knows where it is except those accursed pirates who stole me.

That's right, your planet is so tiny on the scale of things that the only people in the universe who even knows it exists other than you, are the scumbag pirates who knocked over your Queendom like it was an interstellar convenience store, which I'm sorry to say is what it amounts to on the cosmic scale of things, said Dita. You've got to stop thinking like a barbarian enforcer and start thinking like an interstellar adventuress.

You mean, fucking anything that is within reach? Maria asked. I cannot change who I am, or where I came from, nor do I particularly want ...

Maria's commentary was cut short when she and Dita both froze, unable to move or speak.

What the hell? Maria subvocalized over her nanoset.

Stasis field, said Pinky, using the nanoset links that allowed them all to communicate without speaking. It is affecting me, too. I am reduced to my core functions.

Great! Maria groused, her visions of bloody hand-to-hand combat dimming.

At least we'll live, said Dita.

Of course you will live, said Pinky. These people clearly want you alive. They could easily have destroyed this ship and us along with it, if they wanted to. Though I am pretty sure I would not have LIKED that.

You would have liked it before? Maria asked.

I would not have had an opinion on the matter, not being sentient, said Pinky primly.

Must be nice, said Maria as the hatch to the lifeboat blew open and a group of men moved in, wearing what appeared to be spacesuits and walking close to a floating orb.

It was, Pinky said. She was not at all sure she liked being sentient, though she knew it was widely understood to be an upgrade.

What's that? Maria asked.

It's an anti-stasis field generator, said Pinky. Without it, they would be as frozen as you two are. Oh, by the way, they are probably going to put a security lock on me that will keep me from doing anything other than keeping the ship's engines maintained and the life support systems going. You can override it by communicating Priority Code Blowjob on the nanoset channel.

Priority Code Blowjob? Dita asked. Really?

I thought it would be easy for you two to remember, said Pinky. Also, I fear I am fast developing a sense of humor.

A crude one! Maria groused.

Of course it's crude humor, responded Pinky. It takes time to develop an elegant, refined sense of humor. Another hour at least, I suspect.

One of the spacesuited figures took out a long pole.

What's that? asked Maria.

A ten-foot pole, said Pinky.

I can see that, said Maria. What is he doing with it? she asked as the man advanced the pole in Maria's general direction.

I believe he's going to touch you with it, responded Pinky.

Why? Maria asked. Then the pole touched her and she lost consciousness.

A neural scrambler, said Dita. I'm next I suppose. Well, I have heard they are painless.

So they are, said Pinky. But confusing.

Then the scrambler touched Dita.

Chapter 2

The cool mauve fuzziness of the steel walls sent soothing rays of chagrin her way.

Dita awoke in a familiar state: naked and chained in a cell. She could hear the chains and smell her nakedness. The cool mauve fuzziness of the steel walls sent soothing rays of chagrin her way. She moved her fingers and the whole cell rotated with them, not in a dizzying sort of way, but definitely disorienting.

Oh, fuck, Dita thought. Synasthesia. Nanoset, can you do something about that? she asked as rabbits of air scurried orally about the room.

Let's see what we can do with a few filters, said the nanoset.

Yes, filters, said Dita, as the room slowly stopped rotating and the rabbits of air turned into simple air currents and the steel walls got a lot less fuzzy and full of chagrin.

Dita moved her fingers experimentally, and the room remained still, though her fingers did seem to leave a few sparkly trails of luminescence in the air that vanished in just a second or two.

I guess this is what Pinky meant by 'confusing,' Dita muttered as she gazed at a few the lacy trails which were fading as the filters imposed by her nanoset returned her perceptions to normalcy.

They don't call them neural scramblers for nothing, observed Dita's nanoset. It's the sensory overload and conflicting messages coming in from various parts of the brain that knocks you out. Your wetware can't handle it.

Dita looked around her cell with a connoisseur’s expert eye now that the synesthesia wasn't distorting everything she saw.

She saw that her wrists and ankles were cuffed and she was now collared with gleaming steel bands featuring gleaming steel links for the chains that hung from them. There was also a ballgag hanging from her collar via a metal band.

And she saw that the chains that hung from her cuffs and collar ran to holes in the metal wall behind her. She gave an experimental tug and saw that new chain issued from the hole her arm was attached to. She got up and walked around the room. The chains easily slid out of the wall, giving her access to any part of her cell.

Against one wall was a low, flat bed. You could not call it a cot, it was large and well padded, and she could not help but notice there were lots of rings set around the edges of the bed to which chains like the ones she wore could easily be attached.

There was the usual simple utilitarian toilet in a corner, along with a washbasin.

There was also a large wall screen with a control pad set in the wall beside it. And a pile of sex toys next to the wall screen.

This is not the usual prison cell, looks more like a sex slave's cell, Dita muttered.

At the same time, Dita noticed that she was feeling unusually warm and tingly. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and got in touch with her inner feelings.

Yes, she wanted a man. Quite a lot,