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Eli coughs.
“Sorry,” Andreas says. “We’ve been three dudes mining without women around for a long time. We get used to, uh, talking like that.”
“Whatever,” I say. “And why the fuck do they need humans to break up rocks? It looks like the wagon is driven by A.I. Do they seriously not have automated mining rigs?”
“They used to,” Eli says. “Before Darkstar backstabbed Harmony. Now they don’t let A.I. run anything with a weapon...like a mining drill or anything that could do damage. The wagon could run people over, I guess, but it couldn’t damage any structures, sabotage life support, that kind of thing. And the A.I. that drives it is really basic. Point A to Point B.”
I see another wagon driving up toward us on the horizon. “Looks like our break is almost over.”
“So they let us mine out here with no supervision?” Felicia asks. “No overlord to whip us when we slack off?”
“If the wagon isn’t filled on time, they’ll whip you when you get back,” Thorsten says, hoisting his pickaxe over his shoulder.
“And as far as being unsupervised,” Eli says. “Where are you going to go?”
He points his hand out into the darkness, beyond the gleam of the lights.
There really is nowhere to go, but the rocks we are mining are a good five kilometers from the base. The main lights from the base are small on the horizon, and if Kain were going to rescue us, this would be an ideal spot from where to do it.
“So all three of you…,” Felicia says, “are claimed?”
They all stand tall and nod.
“Just regular engineering women, though,” Eli says.
“Mine’s a pilot!” Andreas says.
“You know what he means!” Thorsten snaps. “No one important ! Not like De Souza’s.”
“De Souza’s?” I ask.
“Miguel De Souza,” Eli says. “The lucky bastard. One of the youngest Marauders is a woman, and the younger you are, the more important you are here. So not only does he get a young one, but she’s deemed important enough that De Souza doesn’t have to lift a finger! He just lounges around waiting for his once-a-month fuck-fest.”
“I thought they could only come once per month,” Felicia says. “How is it a fuck- fest ?”
“Right,” Thorsten says, his eyes widening in...wonder? “But really think about it. Really think.”
I’m not sure how comfortable I am talking about this. These three men are sex slaves. Well, sex slaves would be bad enough, but what’s worse is that they are willing– no, happy – sex slaves. It sends a shudder down my spine as they continue to talk about it to Felicia.
“So,” Andreas says, “if you could only come once per month, how good do you think you’d be at riding the edge of the orgasm? De Souza says his Marauder can ride him for hours, hovering just on the cusp of orgasm, before she’s tapped out. She makes him come like ten times before she’s done.... God, the lucky bastard.”
Felicia laughs nervously. “Well, you guys all get to enjoy that.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Thorsten says. “None of ours can last that long, and besides, we gotta’ chip away at rocks for the rest of the month.”
“If you could escape,” I say, “would you?”
They all look at each other and start to shrug.
“I guess.” Eli says.
“If I could fuck twice a month,” Thorsten says. “I would stay here, but once a month? Nah, fuck it– pun not intended– I’d escape if I could.”
“It’s dangerous to think like that,” Andreas says. “Thinking about escaping. It’s like if you ever dreamed of winning the lottery. You started mentally buying stuff, imagining what your house would look like, how you’d eat...and it feels really good until you realize you aren’t going to win the lottery. You’re going to work all your life for almost no money.”
“And then,” Thorsten says, “you get taken as a slave, and you work for a once-a-month shag. Eating gruel.”
“Wait,” I ask. “You guys still eat gruel? They told
“Sorry,” Andreas says. “We’ve been three dudes mining without women around for a long time. We get used to, uh, talking like that.”
“Whatever,” I say. “And why the fuck do they need humans to break up rocks? It looks like the wagon is driven by A.I. Do they seriously not have automated mining rigs?”
“They used to,” Eli says. “Before Darkstar backstabbed Harmony. Now they don’t let A.I. run anything with a weapon...like a mining drill or anything that could do damage. The wagon could run people over, I guess, but it couldn’t damage any structures, sabotage life support, that kind of thing. And the A.I. that drives it is really basic. Point A to Point B.”
I see another wagon driving up toward us on the horizon. “Looks like our break is almost over.”
“So they let us mine out here with no supervision?” Felicia asks. “No overlord to whip us when we slack off?”
“If the wagon isn’t filled on time, they’ll whip you when you get back,” Thorsten says, hoisting his pickaxe over his shoulder.
“And as far as being unsupervised,” Eli says. “Where are you going to go?”
He points his hand out into the darkness, beyond the gleam of the lights.
There really is nowhere to go, but the rocks we are mining are a good five kilometers from the base. The main lights from the base are small on the horizon, and if Kain were going to rescue us, this would be an ideal spot from where to do it.
“So all three of you…,” Felicia says, “are claimed?”
They all stand tall and nod.
“Just regular engineering women, though,” Eli says.
“Mine’s a pilot!” Andreas says.
“You know what he means!” Thorsten snaps. “No one important ! Not like De Souza’s.”
“De Souza’s?” I ask.
“Miguel De Souza,” Eli says. “The lucky bastard. One of the youngest Marauders is a woman, and the younger you are, the more important you are here. So not only does he get a young one, but she’s deemed important enough that De Souza doesn’t have to lift a finger! He just lounges around waiting for his once-a-month fuck-fest.”
“I thought they could only come once per month,” Felicia says. “How is it a fuck- fest ?”
“Right,” Thorsten says, his eyes widening in...wonder? “But really think about it. Really think.”
I’m not sure how comfortable I am talking about this. These three men are sex slaves. Well, sex slaves would be bad enough, but what’s worse is that they are willing– no, happy – sex slaves. It sends a shudder down my spine as they continue to talk about it to Felicia.
“So,” Andreas says, “if you could only come once per month, how good do you think you’d be at riding the edge of the orgasm? De Souza says his Marauder can ride him for hours, hovering just on the cusp of orgasm, before she’s tapped out. She makes him come like ten times before she’s done.... God, the lucky bastard.”
Felicia laughs nervously. “Well, you guys all get to enjoy that.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Thorsten says. “None of ours can last that long, and besides, we gotta’ chip away at rocks for the rest of the month.”
“If you could escape,” I say, “would you?”
They all look at each other and start to shrug.
“I guess.” Eli says.
“If I could fuck twice a month,” Thorsten says. “I would stay here, but once a month? Nah, fuck it– pun not intended– I’d escape if I could.”
“It’s dangerous to think like that,” Andreas says. “Thinking about escaping. It’s like if you ever dreamed of winning the lottery. You started mentally buying stuff, imagining what your house would look like, how you’d eat...and it feels really good until you realize you aren’t going to win the lottery. You’re going to work all your life for almost no money.”
“And then,” Thorsten says, “you get taken as a slave, and you work for a once-a-month shag. Eating gruel.”
“Wait,” I ask. “You guys still eat gruel? They told
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