The Deserted Parking Lot

Joey sighed as he walked out the door and into the empty parking lot. He hated working late. Both the bars on the gates were locked up, which meant the security people had gone home for the night and left everything open. One large streetlight illuminated the entire parking lot.

As he approached his car- a hatchback Yaris his parents had gifted on him for graduation- he shook his head. The '90 Miata would've been roomier, the '70 Karmann Ghia would've been more unusual, and the Metro would've lasted forever. Instead, he got the car that- in his opinion- looked like it had fallen off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

He had always been skinny as a child, and now that he was grown he was still lean- although bordering more along the lines of being "petite." Since he had graduated from high school, he had grown out his long pale brown hair- it was almost auburn, but not quite. And he had gotten his ears pierced a few weeks ago. Not that his boss hadn't used it as an excuse to yell at him, but that came with the territory. And he was a "network engineer," so he didn't have to look as professional as the "network executives" on the next floor. At least it was Friday.

As he fumbled for his keys, he heard a faint "Pfft" that made him jump. A few moments later the one bulb remaining in the parking lot light exploded. Someone had shot it out with an air rifle.

"Never rains but it pours," he said as he tried to extricate his keys from his pocket. They had snagged and weren't coming out.

The first man nodded to the second.The second man took off, approaching the target from behind. With one hand he grabbed the target around the waist and covered the target's mouth with the other. The target struggled and tried to fight the man without success. The two returned to the ship with thier successful capture.

Joey kicked and Mmphed as best he could, but these guys were huge. And freaking strong. He gasped as he saw the spacecraft. This was... impossible. Had to be. There were no such things as space aliens, and they weren't built like gorillas. Were they?

The men presented thier latest capture to the Captain. The Captain took a hold of the captor's face, turning it to one side, then the other.

"Symmetrical features..." He thought out loud. He stroked the captor's chest to gauge the size, "Flat", then down the sides of the captor's body to the hips. "Proper proportion..."

Holy hell, Joey thought, What the fuck are these people up to? Are they even people? They look like extras from a bad remake of the porno spoof of Flash Gordon. The only thing stopping him from asking them was the fact that they were strong enough to break his neck with one slap, and probably would for all he knew.

The Captain smiled. "Yes, she should bring in a fair amount. Strip her and put her with the others. I'll be in my quarters preparing to return to Gor." The Captain turned and left the room.

Joey gulped as he was half-led half-dragged into the back of the spacecraft. This was not going to turn out pretty, he could tell that much.

The two men started tearing her clothes off. "Don't try to conceal youself!" One ordered.

"Uhh......"

"What?"

"We've got a problem here."

Joey tried to hide from the two men as they tried to figure out what to do now. Which only resulted in him crawling into the corner of the otherwise empty undressing room.

"What the hell are you people?" he asked. His voice was about average pitch, not particularly feminine, but not blatantly masculine either. "What the hell's going on here?"

The two men ignored the girl- er, boy- as they discussed what to do next. They couldn't leave him on Earth now, could they? If they kept the boy, the Captain would find out eventually. It would be better not to hide it.

One of the men turned to the boy. "Come."

Joey hesitantly followed, trying to cover himself as best he could. Which wasn't very much.

The man knocked on the door of the Captains quarters. The other had stayed behind. "Sir, there's a problem with one of the captures. We need your guidance."

After a short length of time, the door opened. "What is is?" The Captain's eyes fell on the boy. "Ah. I see. Well, boy, you've fooled even me. " The Captain turned his attention back to the man. "Take him away. Tie him up in the engine room if you have to. Just keep him away from the girls."

The boy was returned to the room where he was undressed and locked in for safe-keeping.

The Captain gave the order for take-off. He smiled to himself. It would take a bit of an investment, but he was sure he could make a tidy profit off the boy, after all.

Joey looked around the room and paced as he felt the ship's engines kick in. He could feel the vibrations through the deck plates. This space in the ship wasn't well-air conditioned, but he didn't mind. Air conditioning just made him cold, and now that he was completely naked... well, he didn't want to think about that.

At some point he lay some discarded clothing out on the floor and went to sleep. He didn't awake until he felt the ship's vibrations change...

The boy was the last removed from the ship. The Captain didn't want him in the pens with the girl slaves.

The Captain opened the door. "Slave."

Joey got up, and instinctively tried to cover himself as best he could. Which failed again. He didn't try to put on any clothes, though. He figured the captain would want him naked- for some reason- after all, his goons had him stripped. Joey barely understood the language.

"Slave. Come with me."

Joey blushed and followed the captain. He had ten thousand questions, most of which would have been good ones, but this didn't seem like a good time to ask. Like why had he only seen men, and why were they all built like someone from an NFL linebacker's worst nightmares? Where were they now? How did that spaceship- if it even was one- work? And what was that word the captain was using for him?

The boy was first taken to the metal worker. He was pushed down with his head on the anvil. A small but formidable woman spoke to him in his own language. "Don't move."

Joey gulped. He tried to hold still as best he could as a large metal collar was fitted around his neck, then taken off. It took three tries before one that fit him right could be found, and he could hear some chatter in the background. From the jist of it, he was so small they were having to fit him with a woman's collar.

Then he heard three loud bangs as the collar was hot-riveted shut. He groaned softly. This confirmed his suspicion- he had been taken as a slave.

The woman threw a plain looking tunic at the boy. "Cover yourself, you filthy creature." As he dressed, she explained to him what he needed to know for the moment.

"You have been given to me for training. I am now your ultimate authority. You will address all free people as Mistress or Master. I will not ask if you understand. You do."

She attached a white ribbon to his collar and then a chain. She hooded him. The Captain had requestd the boy not learn the natural domination of men over women until he had learned his place as a kajirus. If he could see his surroundings, he would see that all the obvious slaves were women, and that might make things more difficult than they had to be.

Joey nodded and put on the tunic. It didn't quite fit him properly in the chest, but the waist and shoulders were perfect. One of the few times the waist and shoulders were perfect. Usually one of the two was way too broad for him. He shrugged when the hood went over his head. At least he wouldn't have to see other people leering at him.

The woman sighed to herself. Why isn't the boy trying to fight back? This isn't going at all the way I expected it to. Maybe he hasn't grasped the gravity of the situation. At least I don't have to worry about protecting myself. For her amusement, she tugged the chain a few times to watch him trip.

They arrived at their destination, her home. She chained his hands together, then attached the chain to a hook high on a wall, tugging it to make sure it was secure. She arranged his tunic to expose his back, then selected a whip. This was her least favorite part of training, but she understood it's importance, so it must be done. She took a deep breath before she spoke, there must be no sympathy in her voice.

"This is to be sure you understand your place. You will count." She pulled her arm back and cracked the whip against his back.

Joey honestly didn't want to struggle. For all he knew those gorilla-men were right there behind him, waiting to smack him down if he tried anything.

He squealed like a girl when the whip hit him. It took him a few seconds to recover and say, "One, ma'am!"

She struck him six more times, (one for each letter of Kajirus) wincing a bit each time he cried out. Finally, she freed him, removed the hood and tended to his wounds.

Joey was crying. It wasn't anything like a true man of Gor would do, but Joey was a completely different creature born and raised under completely different conditions. He looked up at her with a mixture of adoration and sadness.

"I'm property," he finally said, "Your property."