Slave Planet: WAR OF THE BLOOD FIENDS!

Rarn was a very troubled boy. It had always been difficult for him to think but at present he felt he must. How had his life suddenly turned into such a nightmare? One day he was a simple farmboy whose biggest problem was making sure his pet kitty was fed on time. And now, he was a slave boy with nothing but work, abuse, and absolutely no future. How he hated himself for accepting that invitation to the rich kid's birthday party. Marty Jenneson was very popular and wealthy. Rarn was beside himself when the invitation arrived. He had no idea why he had been singled out for this great honor but he was overcome with joy. For days the anticipation was terrible. Not only was it an honor to be invited, the invitation card indicated there would be a screening of the new movie Star Wars: Episode 214. That was the one where princess Leia becomes a Karthagian whore and blows an entire regiment of storm troopers! God, how Rarn couldn't wait to see that. The star wars movies had certainly come a long way from that boring crap the producers had dumped on folks back in the 21st century! Therefore he'd foolishly pawned away his antique star trek action figures because such a grand occasion demanded a very fine gift for his gracious host. It was painful to see his precious collection slip into the hands of some greedy pawn shop owner but he prayed that the expensive jacket he's purchased for Biffy Ray Jenneson would find favor. And, to be honest, Rarn was having a grand time at the party, mixing and mingling with some of the most well thought off young people in the county. Everything was going along like a dream until he accepted a large glass of a very special punch that Biffy Ray offered with a knowing wink.

Rarn wanted everyone to think he was cool. He figured the punch was spiked with trunk but he went ahead and took a huge swallow. The poor boy had no idea what trunk tasted like but the somewhat sweet, slighty medicinal flavor wasn't nearly as bad as what his father had described. He promptly turned the glass up and drained it to the last drop. The last thing Rarn recalled was everything growing fuzzy and the other kids laughing like something was really funny. Two days later he awakened at a slave boy training center minus his nuts with a head that pounded like a bass drum. The first rational thought that came to him was several years ago overhearing a conversation about the Jenneson's. Someone was telling Rarn's grandfather that is neighbors, the Jennesons, were making big bucks from sex slave trade and that he should keep eye on his grandkids.

Rarn's grandfather had died not long after that and the matter had been forgotten. Rarn's next thought was I'm fucked. And he was. Totally.

In some ways the sex slave center hadn't been that horrible. He was well fed and manicured, much attention was given to his new hairdo. Some of the training staff talked about how Rarn was a fine looking boy and might have high value. Rarn's parents had made him do chores and demanding farmwork. At the center he basically didn't do much of anything except take classes about obeying the master or endure slow death at hard labor. The center sometimes had slaves returned for being disrespectful or unruly. These were prompty sold to a mining company on Yuxiiy (a moon of Tronas). Here they would work in the mines 15 hours a day until they dropped dead. Anyhow, that's what they told Rarn. Other than that there was little to do except learn about sex. Rarn had been taught to suck cocks and he'd gotten high marks. He'd also done well at eating pussy. His classes in anal sex were difficult but eventually Rarn passed with flying colors. Graduation day had come and he was ready to take on the world or at least the world of perverted sex and living to gratify his master.

Things since Rarn had left the training center had not gone well at all. First he'd lost his nuts and now he feared his ass was about to fall off. All this walking and carrying heavy bags of supplies was killing him. And this was only the first day of a four day trek. He was certain he'd never make it. And everytime he complained Banin would hit him with a rock or curse him. What a horrible creature Banin was and Rarn didn't like the looks he was sending the slave boy's way either. No doubt there would be some serious butt-fucking going down before this they arrived in Merryville. The last thing the poor pack boy needed was a stinging asshole to go with his throbbing, sore body.

Rarn had to think, there must be some solution to his misery. How could he make things better. Maybe there was a way to escape or at least get someone else to carry all this shit. If nothing else he would settle for somebody being nice to him. If only he could think of a way to kill that bitch Lissa. Think Rarn, THINK!

Although it was terribly difficult for him to focus under the current set of conditions (and anytime really), Rarn tried his best. He stared at the ground and put every last ounce of his small brain matter to working intensely. Then after about an hour a miraculous event occured, an IDEA!

It was simple really, if only Rarn had though of it before.

What would Captain Kirk do if he found himself in this situation????????!!!!!

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Riddick crawled through the undergrowth until he found a spot suitable for spying on whoever it might be that he'd overheard while flogging his rod. The place he picked out would keep him reasonably concealed but at the same time offered a good view of the trail. As an added bonus, it was more than close enough for Ridick's sensitive ears to pick up any conversation. The voices came closer and soon the begoggled predator gained all the visual and audio intel he needed. There were three of them, rough looking men dressed in dirty clothes, and all armed to the teeth. Each lowlife carried wicked longswords, one carried a large ax, and still another held a very deadly looking crossbow on his shoulder. Fortunately firearms were very hard to come by on Tronas. Riddick noted with satisfaction that this bunch probably couldn't afford any ......yet. The one with the crossbow was bragging to the others how he couldn't wait to slit Banin's throat cause the offworlder had cheated him at cards. The bandit with the ax said he'd take care of Riddick no problem, and then he was gonna bone the blond with the big tits 'till she bled. "We gotta test out the merchandise so we'll know what kind of cash to ask for her," he said through rotten teeth. Lots of big words for little bandits.

Apparently the three scumbags were gonna follow their prey until the slave caravan made camp for the night. After everone was fast asleep they would rush in, cut Banin and Riddick's throats and haul off the sex slaves for sale on the black market. Riddick caressed the 10 guage shotgun. With this cannon he could make short work of this little job but no, it might be a bad idea to make a noisy kill. Could be more trash around within hearing range. Who the fuck knew who or what was creeping around in these fucking woods? Riddick nodded to himself. Might be best to keep this on the downlow. He allowed the ruffians to walk on down the trail before silently sliding back away from his hiding place and racing off through the forest.

Uhnunrun, the leader of the bandit gang was feeling real good, yessiry. This time tomorrow he'd have enough cash to keep himself in trunk and whores for a year. It would be easy he told himself. Just like the last time and the time before that. These offworlders looked tough but he wasn't scared of them. They always got wasted on trunk and passed out shortly after making camp, leaving it child's play for Uhnunrun and his thugs to slaughter then like drunken dogs. It was fun to see the shock in their eyes when they learned their throats were cut. Uhnunrun couldn't help but smile. Oh yeah, and then there were the slaves. Might be he'd keep one around for awhile, a little extra fucking never ruined a sex slave he chuckled silently to himself. He thought he heard something rustling in the big oak tree they'd just walked under. Uhnunrun glanced up mostly out of boredom to see a huge muscular man/animal? thing dropping down from directly overhead. The bone rattling scream emitted by this enraged, black clad monster was almost as horrifying as the two gleaming blades, one in each hand, that the ghastly apparation flashed with deadly expertise. Bright blood gushed in torrents from Uhnunrun's newly gashed second mouth as he struggled for one last, horrific moment of life. It was to late to do any fucking thing but die.

Exit RED.

Rarn concentrated harder than he'd ever done in his entire life. Thankfully he had watched every single episode of the classic star trek series at least 10 times. All he had to do was mind-meld with the star trek universe, interact, and seek the answers he desired. This new found technique for problem solving was working, Rarn felt his mind being drawn deeper and deeper into a trance-like state where everything was all star trek ,all the time. Reality blurred as he projected himself completely into the alternate reality called the Starship Enterprise. With his family like familiarity and vast knowledge of the crew it was considerably easier than he'd first thought to become one with those seeking out strange new worlds.

Suddenly Rarn found himself sitting at a table in the captain's quarters. Kirk and McCoy were having a drink and relaxing after their latest adventure. "Might I have a word with you Captain," Rarn asked, making sure to be most respectful to the two highly ranked members of starfleet.

"Of course..... yeoman Rarn," Kirk answered in his trademark start/stop manner of speaking. "What.....exactly...is the problem? I thought maintanence unstopped your toilet yesterday. Is the damn thing......misfunctioning again? You know they build starhips out of crap these days." McCoy nodded in agreement before throwing down another huge shot of Jack Daniels. (yes, Jack is still around..are you fucking kidding me??)

Despite himself Rarn stammerd, being more than a little self-conscious around his heroes.
"Well Captain, my problems are somewhat petty compared to saving the universe but I truly feel that I need help. You see sir...err..that is I exist mostly in an alternate reality, on a horrible planet called Tronas. I...errr...that is my alternate self is really faced with overwhelming difficulties. I have been captured by slave traders who wish to sell me as a sex slave to some horny aliens God knows where in the universe. I've been castrated, abused, forced to do manuel labor, and I must put up with a bitchy lesbian who's suffering from a massive onslaught of PMS. At the present time I'm being forced marched on a four day journey to a spaceport where I'll be shipped off to market, never to return, unless I fuck up...excuse me sir...my language...well I'm under lot's of stress. Anyhow if I fuck up my duties as a sex slave, I'll be sent to a mining colony to die from overwork and neglect. And as if all that wasn't bad enough, there is this really nasty offworlder who keeps hitting me in the head with rocks, and I'm almost certain he plans to hump my assho...err...rectum first chance he gets. I really need help sir. If anyone in the universe can help me I know its you sir. I have complete faith in your ability to solve monumental problems that threaten ghastly consequences." Rarn paused,
out of breath.

Kirk leaned far back into his chair, apparently deep in thought. After a long pause he spoke. "I'm afraid I faced a situation very similar to this at starfleet academy. It was a simulated test sort of thing on one of my exams. I failed 29 times. It was very embarassing you know. Of course I did pass on the thirtieth try but darn if I can remember exactly how I solved the problem. Most likely I used a cheat sheet, that probably explains my total lack of recall. For all of the really tough stuff I'd pay this nerd named Seymour to figure it out for me. Expensive, sure, but look where it got me." Kirk spread his hands wide as if reaching out to the Enterprise.

Rarn suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "But Captain, what are you saying? You don't know what I should do???"

"Relax son," Kirk smiled. "Seymour isn't around anymore, after graduation I hired a romulan to eliminate the poor bastard, making sure he never talked. It didn't matter, that geek was never gonna get laid anyhow. The point is, anytime I find myself in a jam I know there are plenty of competent people available to bail me out. Like old Bones here, why don't we hear what he has to say on the matter. Well Bones, what advice can you give the kid?"

McCoy suddenly turned surly, "Goddammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker!" Following this outburst, the good doctor rose to his feet somewhat unsteadily and stormed out, cursing under his breath.

"Oh....nevermind...that old wino." Kirk smiled reassuringly as he spoke. "He's...pissed because we had a party last night and I nailed this cute little alien babe wearing a tinfoil bikini. Found out later that Bones had been working on gettin' some of that for a month. Just between us I don't think its a good thing Bones is around all that medication down in sickbay."

The confident tone of Captain Kirk made Rarn feel much better, the man was a born leader. "Ok Captain, what do we do now?"

Kirk chuckled, "why the same thing I always do when I don't have a fucking clue about what's going down.....ask....Mr. Spock of course." With that Kirk had Spock hailed to captain's quarters asap.

Spock arrived shortly looking mostly expressionless, (sorta like that freak Riddick, Rarn surmised) but almost appearing vaguely disgusted at being bothered.

"I need a second opinion here Spock old boy." Kirk then rattled off the situation as Rarn had related it to him. "You...see," Kirk added. "This is a most perplexing problem young Rarn is faced with, what does your keen vulcan logic tell you Mr. Spock?"

Spock responded almost instantly with an air of unfailing logic. "There has obviously been an error here Captain. According to my calculations this march over rough terrain that Mr. Rarn spoke of will not take four days. Instead it will, at the present rate of travel of course, take precisely three days, twenty-three hours, fifty-four minutes, and 44.57761 seconds."

Kirk glared at Spock and shook his head, "once an asshole, always an asshole. Don't you ever get enough of that horseshit for pete's sake?!"

Spock continued, unflinchingly stoic as always, "might i suggest Captain, that you make a quick visit to sickbay. Obviously there is no pete in the captain's quarters at the present, perhaps the Captain is dilusional. Quite possibly sir, you acquired a veneral disease during our layover on Rigel 69."

Kirk laughed out loud and slapped Rarn on the back, "good ole' Spock, what a card, always with the funny stuff."

Kirk turned to address Spock again, this time sounding very serious. "Ok Spock I want a logical solution to this boy's problem and I want it now." Finally, we would get some action Rarn told himself with anticipation.