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Heaven’s Gate

Chapter 3

The origins of Commander Ivanova

The following story takes place 10 years before Chapters 1 and 2

Introduction

Lord Maxim Ivanova stood on the balcony outside his bedroom staring at the vast fields of wheat, burnished red by the setting sun, that sprawled across his family‘s estate. The wind blew through the fields, creating waves in the only “sea” his eyes have ever gazed upon. This was all his now. Both his parents died many years before and left him, their only child, this estate and all it’s land. The crisp air cuts through his silk robe and helps him finish his cigarette. The sex slave he just bought will already be eagerly waiting to pleasure him again. He needed something to cheer him up after his failed relationship with Lord Wainright’s daughter. The whole affair was arranged from the beginning and was doomed from the start. The Lord’s daughter was certainly attractive, but she was shallow and vain.

After being discharged from his three year tour, all he wanted to do was tend his family’s land. Nurture and grow the crops that made his family it’s fortune. The war had left scars on him, both physically and mentally, something Lord Wainright’s daughter didn’t want to deal with. The Empire’s expansion had not been a smooth one. Yet, the Five Kingdoms were now conquered and the Empire had it’s sights on the League of Non-Aligned worlds. Even now, after all he’s been through, he still loves the Empire. The local chancellor had praised him for his valor and heroics which had earned him the Empress Star and recognition for his family for providing much needed food for the on going campaign.

He finishes his cigarette and returns to his room. The sex slave is waiting for him. Kneeling in the bed, her hands on her knees, her back straight, she smiles when she looks at him with her blank, whitewashed eyes. “May i pleasure you some more, Master?”, she asks. “Yes, slave. Lay down and masturbate while I watch. You will not cum until I permit it.” “Yes, Master, i hear and obey. The girl lays down on her back and begins stroking her sex with one hand while pinching and pulling her beautiful nipples with the other. I decided against having her pierced, at least for now. As I stand at the balcony door and watch this girl pleasure herself in front of me, I can’t help but wonder where she came from. She’s definitely from the Kingdoms. She’s tall with platinum blond hair, not something you see much of in the Empire. Her eyes were probably blue before she received the Pearl. An ex-soldier perhaps? Or maybe just a war refugee caught in one of our “roundups”. Who ever she was before, that life ended at Heaven’s Gate. There’s no escape from Heaven’s Gate. Anyone who leaves there is a slave of some sort. Only the sex slaves get the Pearl that I know of. I wonder where the Pearls come from? For that matter, what is a Pearl exactly? I should see if I can a tour of some sort. After all, as a decorated war hero I should have some sort of leverage. My families name does carry some weight as well. I will speak to the chancellor in the morning. But now it is time to play with my new toy. “Slave?” “Unh, yes, Master?” “Cum for me, then crawl over here and suck my cock”. “Y-Yes, anhh, Master. Mnn, ah, i,i, hear and, ahh, obey”.

I awoke the next morning, still tired from the night’s amusements. My slave slumbers peacefully next to me. What a beauty she is. I think, though, that I will have her pierced after all. I think some nipple rings will look good. But for now I’ll let her rest. Now I have to get ready and see the Chancellor about a visit to Heaven’s Gate.

Heaven’s Gate

I arrived at Heaven’s Gate a week later. The Chancellor seemed dubious about my request. Why would I want to go there. It was like visiting a factory or something of that nature. I couldn’t reveal to him that it was my curiosity that needed satisfying so I told him I was considering various new business ventures and I thought the slave trade could be profitable…for the both of us. He quickly agreed to send my request up the bureaucratic chain and now here I am. I’m greeted at the dock by a young woman wearing a light blue latex skirt with a latex business jacket, and a top of the same color as well. With a cute bob haircut and glasses, she carries only a clipboard with her. “Greetings, Lord Ivanova. Please except our humblest welcome to Heaven’s Gate. My name is Alexis and I will be your tour guide for today.”, she says with a bright smile. “Please follow me.” I follow her through several plain looking hallways. We turn a corner and come to a glass wall overlooking an artificial park. Paths are threaded through park with athletic men and women cheerfully jogging. Others are playing various sports, reading, chatting or swimming in a large pond in the center of the park. “Are these all slaves?” I ask. “Yes”. Alexis replies. It may be hard to see from here, but all the individuals in Heaven Park have all been Pearled. They are blessed with the pureness of Servitude. Contrary to some rumors you may heard, My Lord, all the slaves here volunteered for this. There are great compensations given to them. Let us continue the tour and I’ll explain more about our philosophy and how it can be beneficial both socially and economically. She emphasized the last part as we left and toured more of the facility. Or was it a factory? It was then I had my first doubts about the Empire and what we stood for. From my war experience, I know that rebellious prisoners of war as well as unruly refugees were sent here. But volunteers? I had my doubts but I felt I should probably keep them to myself. We continued our tour and I attended a brief seminar on the business aspects of the slave trade. None of this was interesting to me. I knew there was something wrong here but what? The tour ended and Alexis escorted me back to my ship. “Did you enjoy the tour, my Lord?” “Yes.”, I Replied. “It was very interesting. But I never found out about the Pearls and their production.” “Ah, yes. Well, that is top secret. As you can guess, the Pearl is a very powerful tool and if it fell into the wrong hands, it could cause great harm to the Empire.” “Yes, yes, I completely understand. I’m still not sure if I’m ready to invest but perhaps I can return again for another tour?” “Um, Yes. That is a bit unusual but I’m sure that can be arranged.” “Thank you, Alexis. This has been an informative tour and I enjoyed myself immensely.” I smiled broadly at her, shook her hand an quickly boarded my ship.

Rebellion

It’s been a month since my visit to Heaven’s Gate. I have been preoccupied with my doubts about it since I returned. Information is indeed scant on the Pearl and no one wants to talk it about out of fear or indifference. I have asked my slave several times about her Conversion. She says the only thing she can remember is the feeling of pure ecstasy of becoming a Slave. She cannot recall her life before slavery. She knows she was someone else but her new self has no desire to remember what she was. Only obedience matters to her. I regret having her pierced. I felt ashamed for causing her pain for my pleasure. I shouldn’t feel this way, she is after all just a slave, property. But I feel myself changing, my ideals and principles are in doubt. Perhaps my war service left more of an impression on me than I thought. I feel my eyes are open for the first time in my life.

I had to stop my research and theological debating. The Chancellor informed me the Empire needed more food for the War. It seems the League is not as weak as everyone thought. The worlds in the League know what will happen to them if they lose, so they are fighting savagely against us. The Empire has decreed all private farms are to be seized and put under the control of the local Chancellors. Any resistance would be dealt with swiftly and forcibly if necessary. I was furious. This land, my families land, has been in our possession since the planet was colonized three hundred years ago. I was not going to roll over and give them my land. Any loyalty I felt for the Empire withered then and there. I kicked the Chancellor out and barricaded myself in, released my staff and servants, sold my slave and prepared for the retribution I would be facing.

The Chancellor wasted no time and returned the next morning with both the police and the army. I wasted little time myself. I still had my weapons from my military service and while not the best sharpshooter in my battalion, I was still considered an excellent shot. I took down two soldiers attempting to break the locks on the gate. Two more were wounded before they pulled back out of range. I had about an hour to prepare for the second assault. This time they didn’t fuck around. A tank was brought in and demolished the gate in seconds. The soldiers flooded in, peppering my home with machinegun fire, keeping me from firing back. They stormed in and again I took another soldier down before they subdued me.

After a severe beating I was taken to the Chancellor. He shook his head reproachfully as I was brought to his office. “You should of just left Lord Ivanova. You have, had, enough money to re-establish yourself else where. But now? Let’s see, three soldiers dead, two wounded, resisting arrest, resisting Empire directives. I think you’re going to get that second look at Heaven’s Gate after all, My Lord.” He sneered as I was dragged away.

Return To Heaven’s Gate

I did not receive a warm reception this time when I arrived at Heaven’s Gate. Two guards escorted me to a small room deep inside the facility. When the door opened I saw the true face of this place. A tiled room with a medical chair bolted to the concrete floor. A drain just below the chair did not bode well for what I was about to face. Even though my hands and ankles were shackled, I immediately struggled with the two guards. One of them punched me in the gut, dropping me to the floor, leaving me gasping for air. A door opposite to the one I came through opens. A woman of great height and beauty steps in. Clad in black latex, her hair in a severe ponytail, her high heeled boots click, clacking as she struts towards me. Two women, clad in white latex nurse uniforms follow behind her, each pushing a cart full of menacing devices. “Strip him and strap him to the chair.”, She commands. The two nurses immediately surge forward and with surgical precision begin cutting my clothes off my body. In moments I’m naked and strapped to the chair. The woman in black strides over to me. She runs her gloved hands over my body. Smiling like a serpent, her eyes glittering she speaks ”Greetings, Lord Ivanova. I’m am your Mistress. Soon you will worship me like a Goddess. I am your world now.” She grabs my cock and strokes me, getting me hard against my will. “Slave nurses, begin the Indoctrination of Lord Ivanova. You will once again fight for Empire. This time as a soldier drone” In unison they respond, “Yes, Mistress, we here and obey.”

Headphone buds are secured in my ears and they slip a hard, clear plastic sheath with a hole at the tip over my still erect cock. Straps are used to secure the sleeve and hold it in place. A thin, lubricated brass rod is slipped into a hole at the tip of the sleeve. One of the nurses pushes it until it penetrates the tip of my cock, then pushes the rod until it reaches the base, permanently keeping me erect. It was quite uncomfortable and against my will, I could feel myself getting aroused. The nurse wrapped a wire around part of the rod that was sticking out of the sheath. Goggles were then placed over my eyes. Images began assaulting me, images of both violence and sexual depravity. At the same time a current was sent through the brass rod causing a mixture of pleasure and pain. I felt a prick in my arm and my head began to swim. Then the headphones began to drone, whispering a Mantra for me to accept.

You are a slave

You are a soldier

You are a drone

You will Obey

You have no will

You do not need a will

The Empire is your will

You serve the Empire

You are a slave

You are a soldier

You are a drone

You will Obey

You do not think

The Empire thinks for you

The Empire commands

You Obey

You are a slave

You are a soldier

You are a drone

You will Obey

Your body is no longer yours

Your body belongs to the Empire

You will obey those Superior to you

You will pleasure those Superior to you

You will fight for those Superior to you.

You are a slave

You are a soldier

You are a drone

You will Obey

The Soldier Drone Mantra clanged in Lord Ivanova’s head for hours. Sweat beaded his body as the sledgehammers of Obedience hammered his mind. The Mantra, the torch, heated his mind, his body white hot, pounding, pounding into him. “Must resist, I must resist. I must obey, I must resist, I must obey.” Lord Ivanova’s body twisted and convulsed in the chairs restraints, his body and mind being torn apart by two equal forces. “Must resist, must obey, must resist, must obey.”

The Empress

“Slave Nurse, how long has Lord Ivanova been in Stage 1 Indoctrination?” “He has been static for over 100 hours, Mistress. We have given him several high doses of the Slaver Drug with little results. The total amount of the drug he’s received would have been enough for three other Conversions. He is incredibly strong willed, Mistress. He is currently under heavy sedation while we clean him and expel wastes from his body. Shall we continue and prepare for another session, Mistress?” “No, keep him sedated, I feel I must alert the Empress and have her intervene. Lord Ivanova is a special case and we will need her skills in breaking him. Prepare for her arrival.” Fear crossed the face of the Slave Nurse upon hearing that the Empress will become involved in this man’s conversion. Yet her own Mantra and Obedience prevailed and she composed herself instantly. “Yes, Mistress. i hear and Obey.”

Lord Ivanova regained consciousness, restrained to a table now, dazed, sore and unable to put a coherent thought together. “Hello again pet.” Lord Ivanova opens his eyes to his Mistress, no not his Mistress, no, yes, wait. The Mistress smiles “Quite confused, I’m sure my love. You’ve been highly resistant to the Conversion process and that required us to increase the potency of our methods. Even now, I can see in your face, the battle raging in your mind. I have a perfect record for Conversions, my Lord. You will not interrupt that streak. However, you resistance required me to go to a higher authority in Enslavement. You should feel honored, pet. You will be Converted by the same person who Converted me. Let me introduce you to my Mistress. The Supreme Mistress of the Empire.” The door to the chamber opened. A hooded, cloaked figure came in. The Mistress and the two slave nurses instantly fell to their knees and bowed there heads. Lord Ivanova was shocked to see such instant subservience in a woman so powerful. The Mistress spoke. “Welcome, Empress. This humble slave requires your expertise in breaking this man.” The Empress spoke, her voice like shards of ice, chilling the hearts and minds of those who were in the room. “Greetings, Lord Ivanova. My servant, the Slave Mistress, informs me you have been resistant to the Conversion process. Only a special few are able to resist such a powerful form of persuasion. You require some special attention and when I’m done with you, you will serve me personally.”

She lowered her hood and I was instantly aroused and terrified at the same time. Her head was shaved and tattooed with sigils that also adorned her face and neck. It was her eyes, though, her eyes that instilled terror in me. Her eyes were black orbs, black as night, black as a cave on a bright day. Her eyes seemed to grow or I became small. I was pulled into her eyes, pulled into her darkness. I tried to resist, tried to escape, but the gravity of Enthrallment pulled me over the event horizon. My body went slack, my mouth hung open, my mind frozen, unable to think, unable to resist this sinister charm. “Much better, Lord. Now, let’s complete your transformation. She removed her cloak to reveal a pale, lithe body, also covered in sigils and completely devoid of hair. As she approaches me, I feel her presence on me before she even touches me. The sheath had been removed and my cock quickly becomes erect again. I feel incredibly vulnerable, naked mentally as well as physically. She grabs my cock and begins stroking me. Her hand is white hot cold, freezing me yet electrifying my body at the same time. I become numb, disconnected, devoid of thought or will. “Slave nurse, assume a sixty-nine position on slave Ivanova.” “Yes, Empress, i hear and obey.” The Empress steps aside and the slave nurse climbs onto the table, straddling her legs on my chest, she pulls her white latex uniform up exposing her clean pussy to me. She bends over, putting her pussy in my face, and begins sucking my cock. “Slave, eat her pussy.” I don’t respond, but bury my face in the nurse’s sex. My tongue works tirelessly, mindlessly, licking, licking as she sucks my cock. My mind is splitting apart. Part of it is numb, will-less, subservient. Part of it is fighting, ever resisting the oppressors who wish to steal my mind. And part of it craves to submit to the pleasure being giving to me. Again I writhe in my restraints as I torturously question which force is going to win out.

“That is enough slave nurse. Shave this slaves scrotum and prepare him to receive the Black Pearl. The nurse stops sucking me and climbs off. One duty complete, another to accomplish. All orders are obeyed. No task different from another. She lathers my balls and with a straight razor shaves me clean. The Empress again captures my eyes in hers. Again i am frozen in her gaze. She smiles, revealing sharp, shark like teeth. She holds up a black orb, the size of large marble. In it is darkness itself. The area around the orb seems shadowed and it seems to swirl like it has mist inside it. “This will replace one of your testes. It will corrupt you mind and your cock. Your cum will poison the minds of those who absorb it. You will be able to control them for they will constantly crave your seed. You will become my first Slave Hunter, my “lord”. ‘Slave Hunter Ivanova’ has a nice ring to it. Now, enough talk, I wish to see the Black Pearl convert you into a minion of the Empire. She grabs my balls and slits my sack open with her nail. I shudder from the pain and She quickly removes a testes and replaces it with the Pearl. The wound instantly heals and my world is aflame. The orb floods me with it’s corruption, tainting my mind and my body. It melts my frozen thoughts, locking itself into my mind, telling me what is right and what is wrong. It is right to Obey. It is right to be a Slave. The Empress climbs on the table and straddles me. “Do desire to fuck me, slave?” “Yes, Supreme Mistress, please grant this slave permission to feel your pussy.”, i hear myself saying. She lowers herself onto me. Her body is ice cold but her pussy is so soft and warm. i am hers. i want nothing but this pleasure she gives. “Does your cock feel good inside me, slave?” “Yes, Supreme Mistress, this slave feels nothing but obedience and pleasure. i will serve you until my dying breath. i will hunt for new slaves so they can feel the bliss of Slavery.” The Empress stops fucking me and steps off the table. My hunger to cum is madness itself but until ordered i can do nothing. “Slave nurse, unstrap this slave. Slave Hunter Ivanova, stand up and wait for your orders.” “Yes, Supreme Mistress”. We both respond simultaneously.

The straps are removed and i wait, standing at attention, eyes straight ahead, my cock erect and craving to be used. “Slave Mistress, bring in the girl and strap her to the table.” The Slave Mistress leaves and quickly returns with a naked girl struggling between two burly guards. She pushes the girl into the end of the table, spreads her legs and the nurses set to work strapping the girl’s ankles to the stainless steel table legs. Her arms are extended forcing her to bend over onto the table, her hands secured to the head of the table. Her cries of protest are muffled from the ball gag in her mouth, drool dripping off her chin. Her ass and pussy are now completely exposed. She strains and writhes in her restraints, a caged animal resisting capture. “This girl is a League freedom fighter. Quite skilled in killing Empire soldiers. She will be a great asset to us both in her military skill and the information she will provide us. Slave Hunter, fuck this freedom fighter and Convert her to the Empire.” My cock twitches at the command given to me and i respond instantly. “Yes, Empress, i hear and obey” i approach the girl, black pre-cum drizzling out of my cock. i push my cock in, her pussy is tight, clenched, trying to refuse my entry. More pre-cum oozes out lubricating my cock and also begins to lubricate this girl’s mind. Her body relaxes slightly as the Black Pearl tainted pre-cum is absorbed into her body. As i start to thrust in and out, small moans escape the girl’s gagged mouth. She struggles in the restraints, now fighting for a better angle to increase her pleasure. The Slave Mistress removes the ball gag. “Do you enjoy getting fucked like the League slut you are?” “Y-yes, yes. Fuck me more, i’m a slut who needs to be fucked ,ahh.” Her admission makes her climax and seals her defeat. “You will betray the League, tell us where the Resistance is hiding, won’t you slut?” “Yes, anything, please keep fucking me, please.”

The Empress comes up behind me and grabs my balls. I can’t hold back and instantly cum. I scream as i release my tainted seed into the League freedom fighter. She shrieks as her mind falls prey to the intoxicant i pumped into her body. I remain inside her and instinctively I command the girl, the Pearl guiding me. “Slave, what is your purpose?” “i am a slut. i serve you now, Master. i will obey all commands i receive.” As I pull out, black cum leaks out of the new slave’s pussy. She is released from her bonds and when she stands up and turns around, her eyes are clouded, black streaks twisting and swirling against the white of her eyes. “Master, may this slave lick your cock clean?” Her addiction to my cum already taking effect. “Yes, slave, clean your Master.” She is instantly on her knees, carefully cleaning my cock with her tongue. The Empress laughs “How does it feel, ’Lord’ Ivanova to be a slave to the Empire? No one can resist me or the Empire. Pledge yourself to me.” The slave girl’s sucking is getting me erect again, the pleasure building but i respond to my new Mistress, my new leader “This Slave Hunter pledges himself body, mind and soul to you, Empress. i will serve the Empire until my dying breath and will devote my life to Converting those who resist the Empire.” Even as I utter those words, a small atom of resistance, the last solitary molecule of my free will, begins to faintly glow in my dark, tainted mind. Will it ever grow enough to break the bonds to the Black Pearl? i cum again, filling the Converted girl’s mouth with the drug she craves, pleasure washing away all my thoughts.