We are Absolutely Sorry.

[Writers_Bloque]

Teaser: Sometimes it is bad to be too smart. In this case there has to be penance paid.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual acts depicted in this story take place between consenting adults. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2

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Title: We Are Absolutely Sorry.
Author: Writer's Bloque
Content Warnings: This may turn into a series, or at least an anthology of sorts, if there is enough interest in it.
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This story is dedicated to those who embody the old adage "The road to hell is paved in good intentions." Also to everyone reading who enjoys a good old fashioned BDSM session.
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We Are Terribly Sorry.

Crime, Punishment and Bondage

The message, an automated one reached the planet of Hecate IX. It was not a Commonwealth core world, though humans were on top in the numbers game that inhabited the world. Tens of billions of beings watched as their lives were about to be snuffed out in a flash. The world ending beam of light did not reach the ground, but was stopped short of turning the planet to cosmic dust.

An irregular. A being born once in a generation who was gifted powers due to the genetic lottery, was a human. An office worker handling logistics for the multi species conglomerate for this sector in the Horse Crab Nebula. He was also afflicted with AAS, enhanced by his hidden Irregular status. He was on a picnic with his wife, who proudly owned a bakery of sorts, impressing the various alien species with the ability to recreate their peoples baked goodies, even if they were sometimes disgusting to human standards.

The beam of light, from a Contractor ship, a secret group whose mission was to bring a sensible balance to the chaos of the known (99.7%) known universe. The cloaked ship had ancient orders, born on a massive, almost earth house sized tome of prophecies. The problem was the orders were sitting in a back log that took at least a millennia to work down to close to modern times and problems. The planet up for destruction was actually warped out when an artificial gate experiment accident had taken the toxic, D.A.T.L. class planet to an empty, dark void far, far removed from any inhabited planet, that the supreme radiation coming from the planet did nothing but cast the empty expanse of space in an eerie green glow.

But being extremely busy on their goal left checking on things a forgotten luxury.

So when the planet smashing beam hit the man, everything triggered in him at once. His abilities were nothing to sneeze at. He could absorb anything, even if it was lethal to him, render it safe, and use it to defend, power himself up, or even use it as a material to create things.

His Irregular abilities were to shift things, like teleportation with no upper limit and restrictions. He just had to be in some form of contact with the object being moved. But he heard the AAS voice telling him to choose what the massive energy burst did, he sent it to space, away from anything precious.

The beam less lethal now, crushed a would be planet killer asteroid that was slowly on course to wreck the planet, around ten years off.

But the biggest shock, other than his business suit being ruined beyond repair, was when they left the hospital, and he returned to work, he was given a cushy promotion, a three month paid vacation, and a huge raise in pay. Waiting by the door to their apartment building, he waited for his wife, as was their tradition, and a Grontakie left through the large species door, dressed in a messenger uniform, holding a manila envelope and a metal box he recognized as a M.S.U. or Material Storage Unit. A super wealthy man's moving device, that he could not afford even on ten lifetimes of salary.

The cheerful alien handed him the envelope and box, and asked for their house keys back, as they were officially evicted from the apartment. It started to rain, as a hover cab slid to a stop in front of the building.

"The letter in the envelope will explain everything, good sir."

The alien smiled warmly, despite their species almost being allergic to non purified water. The man transferred more credits than a tip warranted, as he noticed that his account was practically enough to buy a large ship, crew, and a station to dock at. The being stepped out of the protection of the awning, and his rain shield sparkling as the rain was stopped from hitting him.

"Thank you, and have a nice day!"

The alien scurried off, his back had two sacks, one full of deliveries, and the other, his children, still infants, as their species the females lay the eggs and care for the young but after some societal progression, males learned to help divide the parental duties.

Once the couple was in the cab, it took off to an unknown destination, though it was a very short trip, more like six blocks away, across the street from his office building. He did not notice that there was now a nice sized mansion sitting where an empty lot was this morning. The cab pulled up to the gate, and the armed guard waved them in. The Terran tree lined driveway led up to a small palace of a mansion, caretakers working to finish the planting and yard work in the rain. The doors automatically slid open under the covered driveway, and the entire house staff was waiting to greet them warmly.

The letter, it seems was from a large conglomerate of sorts, apologizing for putting him in danger, and a deep respectful thank you for saving the planet. It explained that he now owned the mansion, the staff was paid per lifetime contract, so they had nothing to worry about in the way of bills. But there was a pressing issue. Under all of the formalities and apologies, he was now placed in charge of owning, punishing and retraining of three human women and one Kelieasian woman who were directly connected to the incident.

He showed his wife as the nano ink formed bond marks on both of the back of their hands. A bell chimed that the service doors had opened and a large cloth covered box was moved through the service passages to the spacious study.

"Sir, the parcel has arrived."

The house steward said with a bow. He could feel everything through the nano link in the marks on the back of their hands, a sweet mix of self reflection, sorrow, anger, and haughty, stubborn pride. The couple wore hidden grins as there was time before dinner, they were taken to the study where armed house guards stood, weapons at the ready, looking at the cloth covered box. The cloth was removed, and three human women and one slender elf like alien woman, who had a light pale pink skin, almost human looking but her long ears, pierced now with studs, denoting her crime and demotion were sitting naked, shivering in fear in the gravity cage. They could not move an inch, being held down by a stronger gravity pull, enough to not allow movement, but not enough to crush them entirely.

The marks glowed in time with the marks on the four women's necks. They could now never refuse an order and had to obey on the threat of the severe pain that would match the level of refusal. They glared at the couple, until they fell forward, the pain was debilitating, marking their wish for the couple's death. The wife smiled sweetly as she opened the MSU, to withdraw a favorite toy...a glove that looked like an engineering glove, but without the tool adaptation. The pink glowing lines ran from the tips of her fingers, to the hem of the glove.

This toy was a remnant of her previous profession, an expert Dominatrix. She used it lightly on her husband before, to not cause pain, but to illicit extreme pleasure to sate his overdriven sex drive. But this time, she was planning to bring them to heel at least before dinner.

The four women gulped as they were ordered to kneel in front of them, the guards activating the room's defense turrets, and proceeded to leave, lest they get caught up in the wicked look of the wife's eyes.....

End of chapter 1?
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I wrote this as a teaser, as this story forced me to write it. If there is any interest at all, let me know, and I will continue it. I wont beg for views or comments, so if you enjoyed it and want more, just let me know, or not. I love all the comments, even the you suck ones.