(I was putting in a new kitchen in Montreal, Quebec. While taking an hour lunch, I came across what looked to be strange sci-fi diary, just sitting on the coffee table. It seemed to be about some distant place called Pleasure Planet. The author of this diary was probably some kind of space traveller. I read the story and found it to be so interesting, that I took the diary with me. So now I am sharing it with you. I believe the story to be real and a hundred percent authentic, but I'll let you be the judge. Welcome to the "First Time Slave Diaries")
It was day one, on Pleasure Planet, in the Hexon Galaxy.
The breeze was brisk but refreshing.
Winona sat in the soft cushy lawn chair, her slender black wrists bound onto the arm rests with unbreakable wire.
The cool wind brushed teasingly off her skimpy blouse, forcing her already large nipples to stiffen into large tempting stubs.
The waves rolled majestically to a soothing rhythm, their bright blue waters tossing themselves over pretty white sand.
"It's nice out here today," Greta said, her long blond hair waving like strands of silken gold.
Winona didn't answer, her own gorgeous black hair done up in a stylish bun.
"I can let your hair down for you if you like," Greta asked, her lush red painted lips shimmering against one of three blazing suns in the Hexon Galaxy's upper stratosphere.
Winona still didn't answer, her mind laboring under a full blown panic. She didn't recognize the three suns. She had been kidnapped from earth and was on some strange and distant planet.
"You look very nice and oversexed today," Greta said. "Your treatment is coming along better than expected. You'll do well with the men here."
"I'll die before I let any of these filthy pigs touch me."
"Hush," Greta urged, reaching out to skilfully taunt her stiffened breasts with playful fingers.
"Don't touch me you bitch."
Greta smiled, then pulled out the long syringe, filled with yellow liquid.
"What are you going to do with that?" Winona asked, her entire black body beginning to tremble.
"This is a very costly drug," Greta answered. "It is quite potent. It is made from an aphrodisiac found on a faraway planet. It is similar to the heroin found on earth, only ten times as strong. It also has the effect of rendering the female user both stoned and quite sexually aroused."
Greta found a vein in Winona's arm and began to wipe it with a wet sterilized cotton.
"Not only will this drug make you high and get you permanently hooked, but you'll be begging for men after only five days of injections. Your first injection starts right now."
"No, please, you mustn't. Back on earth I was a top super model, with a fiancé and-"
"I know all about your fabulous life back on earth. But you are on pleasure planet now, and as our captive you will do whatever we say, whenever we say it. Just one injection a day for five days and you will be hooked for life. After that, as the months and years pass, you will learn to do anything for your daily injection, and I mean anything."
"My family back on earth, they will come looking for me."
"Shhh." Greta said as she slid the needle deep into the vein, making Winona grimace.
Then she added, as she got set to empty the syringe into her arm. "No one will come looking for you. Earth is a million miles away. And we are in a self-enclosed beachfront property. You were once one of the prettiest and sexiest women on earth, but we managed to kidnap you and sneak you here, so you belong to us now. But not to worry. The men we send to you will be upscale billionaires, very handsome and very discerning. Plus we won't overwork you. Just two men a day. One hour in the morning, and one hour in the evening. Plus we will give you at least six days a month off for when you have your period. That way you will last at least fifteen to twenty years servicing billionaire men."
"You're crazy."
"Am I? Let's just try out this drug on you, shall we?"
"No, don't, you mustn't."
She emptied the syringe into the vein, causing a sense of intense euphoria to sweep over Winona's mind and body.
Then she refilled the syringe and fired some into Winona's beautiful big breasts, causing them to swell and grow even bigger in size. They tingled and pulsated with vivid pleasure as Greta rubbed them carefully, causing sensations of lust and passion to build to a crescendo in Winona's quivering oversexed black flesh.
Winona moaned insidiously against her will, and strained in vain against the wire straps.
Then Greta slipped a finger between the tied woman's legs, inserting it gingerly inside of her, causing her to squirm with vivid pleasure.
"After five whole days of injections and of massaging your body, we'll see whether you want a man or not. And just remember, little Miss Supermodel, the effects are permanent. There is no cure or antidote to the drug. You'll be begging for sex and your daily injections before the week is up. That I promise you."
Day Two, on Pleasure Planet in the Hexon Galaxy
The space dock loomed large against the backdrop of scattered stars and luminescent moons.
Marla looked back at her distant home. Literally a million miles away, the planet earth seemed dull and lack lustre in the eerie darkness. It was like some chunk of forgotten rock that oozed unappetizing charm and daily drudgery.
Pleasure Planet, on the other hand, seemed to radiate with excitement and unfettered bliss. Marla peeled her eyes away from her boring earth home and gazed straight ahead.
Planet pleasure here she came! She couldn't wait to sink her teeth into the real desires of her heart and mind, which were men. Plenty of men! Even if they were manufactured and made out of flesh like rubber, they were a lot hotter looking and a lot less heartbreaking than the damn real human variety back home.
Why date a man back in Texas, so full of faults and lies when you could simply date your own incredible male creations on some distance pleasure filled planet? Then when you were finished with them you could simply put them back into storage, or let some other starry-eyed wench have her fill of muscular chests, rippling abs and amazing dimples.
Naturally, as an added bonus, you could choose from the gauntlet of big brown puppy dog eyes showing you warmth and charm, or a devilishly sweet pair of stunning emerald green. Of course, if you were more partial to the charming baby blue variety, then coupling them with some dreamy broad shoulders, an eloquent rich voice, and state of the art mannerisms that were all possible as well with a mere touch of a button.
