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Several methods had been used to try and bring the citizens of Planet Wastien into the Empire’s embrace. However the bloody conquest of 8057 is still fresh in the mind.
The Outer Planets, the Lost Terran Empire
2nd Edition, Published in Year 8070
Troy City, Planet Wastien
Year 8072
Goose hated school, and the reason was right in front of him. Ms. Smith was a good enough teacher (even Goose had to admit that), but he had 3 main problems with his form teacher. One: she was a Terran; Two: she was female, and lastly: she was a Terran female unveil in public teaching boys!
Goose has no problem with education in itself, but it was hard to concentrate when you are disgusted with the every image of your teacher. Sighing to himself, Goose knew it could be worse. At least Ms. Smith was wearing a long-sleeve shirt with a skirt that reached her knees. By the standards of the Terrans, she would be considered old-fashion. The latest Terran fashion for females was the tank-top with skirts that barely covered their asses. Like the ones his follow Terran classmates were wearing.
Goose looked across his classroom and saw his Terran classmates. The class was literally spilt in 2 with the locals on one side and the Terrans kids on the other. Goose had no problem with what the Terran boys were wearing, afterall men can dress however they wish, but their females were in a state of undress. The latest Terran fashion of tank-tops and short skirts were in full view. Shaking his head slowly, Goose wondered how Terran men could allow their females to walk around half-naked in public. Worse, not one of them was in the veil. To allow other men to see their female’s face, don’t the Terran men had any honor at all?
Goose tried to take his mind off his classmates and concentrate on the history lessons. Ms. Smith was drooling on about how Earth was the founding planet of the human race, and how all humans owned Earth their loyalty. How the Waliens’ theory of ‘Natural Order’ was wrong and human men and women are created equals. That men were NOT superior to women.
A pathetic attempt by the education system to inspire loyalty to the Terran Empire; an attempt none of the locals were buying. Goose could just rattle off several reasons why locals have no loyalty to the home planet. During the space expansion period, once a planet was found to be inhabitable; criminals and other “undesirables” were shipped off to colonize the planet. Left to fend for themselves with only minimum support from Earth, most colonists view the Terran Empire somewhere between indifference and outright hatred. Things were worse on the Outer Rims. Being so far from Earth means that support from the Empire was almost zero. The planets were colonized because Earth had run out of raw materials and as long as gold, iron and other materials kept on flowing out of the planets, most people of the Empire do not care what happen there.
When the galactic war started between the Empire and the Waliens (a war the Empire lost badly), most locals were more than happy to see the back of the Terran Empire. The Waliens were also very hands-off conquerors. There weren’t humans, don’t really understand humans, and wisely left the conquered planets to themselves. For once, materials from the Outer Rims planets were left on the planets themselves. Once the war ended, the Terran Empire actually had to buy the materials they wanted from the planets. The Waliens even allowed the Outer Rims planets independence! Was it any surprise that the people adopted the Waliens’ theory of ‘Natural Order’ as their code of life?
Goose could stand up and argue these points, in fact Ms. Smith encouraged it, but to do so would mean that Goose had to argue against a female. Which in his view was beyond stupid as men do not argue with females, men are naturally right when there is a difference of opinion between a man and a female. Quietly, Goose did the best and only thing he could. He sat and seethed.
Later…
Goose headed home the moment the bell rang. Beth would be waiting at the bus-stop already, and although she would not be in any danger, Goose did not want her to be in public more than she had to be.
So he was not pleased when Bret Givens stepped in front of him. A big strong local the same age as Goose, Bret was one of those ‘middlers’, a group seeking to find a ‘middle way’ between the Patriarch Alliance and the Empire. Goose, like most locals, just called them ‘crazies’.
“Goose, just the man I’m looking for”
Goose was surprised at this. He hardly ever talked to Bret. “What’s up Bret?”
“We have a program that I taught you will be prefect for. You are looking to make some cash right?”
“Program? Who’s we?”
“Middlers or ‘The crazies’, as you guys call us”
Goose looked at Bret with interest. Earn money working with the crazies? At least they’re not the Empire. “Sure, but I’m in a rush here.”
“No problem, what’s your hologram address? We can talk later.”
“Great.” Goose handed Bret his hologram address. “I’ll expect your mail later.”
Later…
The television hologram was showing the latest news broadcast. It was big news. The Waliens had found an inhabitable planet fit for humans, and they had invited their ally, the Patriarch Alliance, to colonize the planet.
The Terran Empire was in a state of uproar. For the first time in human history, a planet will be colonized by humans that were not from the Terran Empire. Already the Terrans were tore between supporting the new colonists and sabotaging them. Goose just couldn’t concentrate on it.
Bret Givens had offered him a job that was too good to be true. The ‘middlers’ had several programs which they run to improve relations between locals and Terrans, and one of them was to have a Terran living with a local family for a day. One simple day when the Terran will follow all the rules of the local family, and in this case, it will be a Terran female.
Money and a chance to put a Terran female in her place; Goose knew there had to be a catch somewhere. However Bret had assured him that the offer was good, and Goose was loath to pass up on the money; even if it meant working to improve relations with the Terrans. Goose looked over at his sister. Beth was in her usual position, on her knees with her head to the wall. The Terran could help with the housework at least, giving his sister a short break. Goose sighed, there has to be a catch.
The weekend…
Goose waited impatiently. He had woken up early today. The plan from Bret was simple. The Terran female would arrive early in the morning, stay the whole day, sleep the night, and will leave the next morning. Goose can’t have any ‘intercourse’ or put the female in any danger, outside that he was in charge. Just an ordinary simple day.
Beth was already in her corner. He could tell that Beth was very happy to have another female around, even if it was only for a day. Just another plus from the job; so why was he so uneasy about it all? Goose kept expecting the other shoes to drop.
The bell rang. Usually Goose would check on the door monitor before opening the door. However, he was expecting the Terran so he didn’t do it this time. His jaw dropped when he saw who it was.
“Hey there Goose.” Ms. Smith was smiling, no doubt at his reaction. No wonder that bastard Bret refused to say who was coming, he knew Ms. Smith was the Terran. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Goose could tell Ms. Smith was trying her best not to laugh. Goose mentally kicked himself; there’s the catch he was expecting. “You haven’t greeted me yet?” the anger in his voice came naturally.
“What?”
“You are standing there, looking at me in the face. Don’t you know what is the greeting position?”
The look of shock on Ms. Smith’s face was priceless! Then slowly, Ms. Smith straightened her legs, put her hands on her knees and bowed her head. It was wrong. Goose could see at least 3 different mistakes in the position already, but he wasn’t really interested in correcting his teacher. Goose mentally kicked himself again; she was not his teacher, not today! Concentrate on that idiot!
“What did you called me?” he asked.
“What?”
“You call me by my name. I am male, you are not. You will call me sir, is that understood?” Only silence answered Goose. “Do you understand?” he asked again.
“Y…Yes, sir”
It was so soft Goose had to strain to hear it, but it was a start. “Come in”
Ms. Smith looked bewildered, probably wondering what she had got herself into. Goose smiled internally. This might be the start of a very good day.
Later…
When he clipped on the nipple-clamp, the sound came again.
“Quiet,” Goose said again. He had warned Angie (he can’t keep calling her Ms. Smith) to be quiet several times already but little sounds kept coming out of her. He never had a problem with her sister before; Beth always kept quiet when the nipple clamp goes on.
“Guess the rumors were right,” he said. “Terrans females are weaker than Alliance females.”
Goose looked at Angie’s face as he said this, looking for a reaction. However, she was still looking at the ground. With her long hair covering her face, Goose can’t get a good look at her face. Usually looking at the ground was a good respectful posture from a female, but Goose knew that Angie was looking at the ground due to embarrassment, not respect. Strange; considering the fashion of today, Goose would think that Terran females wouldn’t be that embarrassed by their own nakedness.
Goose smiled internally as he remembered the look on Angie’s face when she saw him at the door looking at her change. She had expected the order to change into the appropriate attire, but she was horrified when she was told that not only was Goose going to watch her change, but he will help as well.
First thing was the corset. It was a foreign object to Angie as she had never even seen one before; it was nothing compare to putting it on! She was screaming as Goose tightened the corset around her untrained waist, and she just ignored Goose’s orders not to make a sound. After awhile Goose had to admit defeat and left the corset well above his desired 18 inches. That putted Goose in a bad mood and now these little annoying sounds coming from Angie was putting him over the edge. He needed something to shut her up and a nasty little idea suddenly came to mind.
He looked at Beth who was standing at the corner of the room. “Help her put on the rest, but no veiling till I returned.” With that strange order, Goose ran out of the house.
When he returned, both females were still standing there. Angie almost had the ‘Nighteyes’ ready with the exception of the veil. Goose hid the item he had just bought behind him and asked, “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” Goose waited till he saw Angie’s slight nod. “But you ignore me didn’t you? You disobeyed direct orders from your master, didn’t you?” The nod came slower this time. “You should be punished, shouldn’t you?” Only the slightest of nods answered him.
It was enough for Goose. He quickly put the item he was hiding into Angie’s mouth. “This is babies who can’t keep quiet like they were told.” Tears immediately Angie’s eyes as she realized what was in her mouth. A pink baby pacifier! The humiliation on Angie’s face let Goose know that he was right; it was a great idea! “Veil yourself,” he said. Angie’s hands reached up but stopped halfway to her face. In voice that brooked no argument, Goose ordered, “I said ‘veil yourself’!”
Slowly, with tearing streaming down her eyes, Angie’s hand lifted the veil onto her face. Goose half wondered whether he should bring Angie out right now. A Terran female walking along the streets with a pacifier in her mouth, it would be great! With the veil covering her mouth, no one would know. However, he did give his word to Bret that the Terran female would stay in the house. In the Alliance, a master’s word was his bond and it counts more than any legal agreement those Terrans insist on signing.
Goose could only see Angie’s eyes now and those eyes were red and raw. There was fear, respect, and hurt behind those eyes. Maybe even a little understanding, but that could be just Goose’s imagination.
“I had to run to the store down the block to buy you that gift,” Goose was surprised he managed to say that with a straight face. “You should thank me.”
Those eyes now looked shocked at Goose’s suggestion, and it took a slight touch on the arm by Beth before Angie went to her knees. She then bowed and touched her head to Goose’s feet. Because he felt like it, Goose lifted his leg and stepped on his teacher’s head. This is where female should be; under their master’s feet. Goose looked at Beth and said, “Put her to work.”
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