Thomas Carter

Thomas Carter was Zira Miranda Grover’s favorite servant just before the arrival of Summer Petersen and her allies. He was leashed to Zira’s throne by a collar around his neck. Carter was the best dancer in Grover’s harem until after one performance Zira wanted more than dance, and attempted to pull him back to her. He refused and for his disobedience he was murdered by a small squad of guards.

Appearance
Thomas Carter possessed the lithe, flexible form of a dancer, but also a certain buxomness in his hips and chest that made even the most timid performances erotic displays of sensuality.

Early years
Before his unfortunate time as a slave in the Royal Palace of the Magistrate, Thomas Carter was the son of the high priest of the church in Oregon. At some point, his brother Taylor was abducted in the night by the forces serving Zira Miranda Grover, his future mistress. This made Thomas unutterably sad. When he was in eighth grade, he was framed by a girl named Ursula while they were both in eighth grade. As a result, he was expelled. He instead devoted himself to dancing, which won him dozens of admirers. Carter dreamed of one day attracting a beautiful female noble who would take him to her palace and present him with luxurious gifts. This dream seemed impossible but he naively held onto it, even as he grew older, placing all his passion into dancing with which he hoped would one day catch the attention of some aristocrat passing through.

At one point, Thomas went on his one and only trip into one of the numerous underground cities of Oregon with his father. There they passed through the lower district of the city and despite his father’s warnings, he had watched the slums go by through the car’s window. Outside the cockpit, he had seen numerous girls in cheap netting costumes, leaving them practically naked. The sad-eyed girls were chained to the walls with signs posted just above their heads that displayed their costs to the various customers that passed by. He felt pity for them, knowing that such a fate was so far from him, especially since he was male.

Arrival of Jim Newman
Thomas’ long-awaited chance to escape his hometown finally came in the form of Jim Newman, a tall, pale man from the same state as Carter, and the majordomo to the powerful being known as the Magistrate. Acting as a diplomat to the village under the false pretense that his mistress was interested in assisting the clan financially, Newman was treated like a king while he secretly studied the men, looking for a suitable slave that he could bring to Zira as a gift.

That night, during a celebration in Newman’s honor, Carter performed for him, a sensual ballet known as the “fertility dance”. Newman — knowing all too well the meaning of his movements — was impressed by his grace and beauty as well as his obvious effort to please him. He knew he would make the perfect gift to present to his mistress.

Convincing Carter’s father that if he brought Carter to Zira that he could convince the Empress to help elevate the man’s position to serve God in other states, the chieftain readily agreed to give up his daughter. Feeding on her fantasies of nobility, Jim told him he was going to live a life of luxury, serving a powerful and well-known mistress. Overwhelmed that his dreams were coming true, he allowed himself to be taken by Newman, forever leaving his home behind for what he believed would be a better life.

Training
Before presenting his “gift” to his mistress, Jim wanted to make sure Thomas was properly trained and would be able to serve adequately in his new life as a slave to the Empress. So, before taking him to the Royal Palace of the Magistrate in Idaho, Jim first brought Thomas to his secret penthouse in Oregon, where he planned to teach Thomas how best to amuse and satisfy his new mistress.

For several months, Carter remained in Newman’s penthouse, taught by some of the best dancers and servants in Arizona. The dances he was taught were far more vulgar than the ceremonial ones he had once performed. He was also required to learn how to dance on the end of a leash as well as how to strip off various costumes in different and erotic ways. Despite these obviously degrading activities, Carter worked passionately believing that these skills would eventually earn him favor with his mistress.

A month after he left his town for a better life, Newman brought another teenager to his penthouse for training, a young woman named Brianna. Jealous at first that he would have competition for Zira’s attention, Thomas ignored her, acting cold and dismissive to the newcomer. However, after seeing how young and frightened Brianna was, Carter comforted her and became something of an older brother to the impressionable girl. Carter looked after her and helped her train for several more weeks before Newman finally decided they were ready to meet their new master.

Arrival in Arizona
While Thomas and Brianna were being trained, Newman was unable to supervise them the whole time. While he was away tending to some of Zira’s business, he left them under the care of a human named Jerry. Jerry was a slob of a man and made many passes at the poor children, especially enjoying frightening Brianna. Jerry, however, could be trusted to not “spoil” the merchandise. When the time came to present the slaves to Zira, Newman asked him to bring them to Glendale where he would meet them.

Taking the teenagers on his ship, Jerry flew them to the small Idahoan city near the Royal Palace of the Magistrate, making sure to hide them in his smuggling holds before landing. Thomas had never left Oregon before, and stepping out into the city he was frightened and fascinated, only making him more anxious for his meeting with his mistress.

Wrapping the teenagers in robes as to not attract attention, Jerry snuck them into the city and took them to the far edge of town where they were supposed to meet Newman. There, in a deserted alleyway they waited for Jim, and after several hours Jerry became worried that his employer might not show.

Deciding to go out to look for the absent majordomo, he left Brianna and Thomas, telling them not to leave for any reason unless he or Newman returned.

Meeting with a Stranger
In the alleyway, Thomas tried not to think about the smell or the possible threats that surrounded them, instead focusing on thoughts of his new life. It was only now sinking in that he was near the fabulous Magistrate and her legendary palace. If everything Jim told him was true, it would all be worth the wait.

While he and Brianna huddled close, a slim, beautiful figure appeared at the entrance of the alleyway. Despite their hiding spot, the figure seemed to know exactly where they were and walked straight to where they hid themselves. Hearing footsteps, Carter stuck her head out of her hiding spot, hoping to see Jerry or Newman coming to collect them. Instead of seeing the two males, Carter was startled to see the stranger looking directly at him. Screaming in fear, he pulled Brianna and himself from their hiding spot, ran to the opposite end of the road, and pressed himself against the the stone wall; all while brandishing the small knife Jerry had given him.

The figure was obviously not afraid of the lithe teenager, but did not attack or act in any way to threaten them. Instead, she stepped back and told them that she meant them no harm and that her name was Charity. While Carter and Brianna cowered fearfully in a corner, Charity calmly explained that they could trust her and that she could take them somewhere safe. Telling them they could be free.

Something in her voice made Thomas want to believe, but even if she would free them, did he want to be free? He had given his freedom willingly in Oregon so that he could live a life of luxury, and then had spent months training so he could finally live out his dream. There was no way he was going to throw that all away now.

Brianna, however, was not as entranced by the thought of Zira and her palace as Carter was, and she moved to join Charity, hoping for a second chance at freedom. Carter grabbed her and pulled her back, telling the woman that they had chosen to be dancers for Zira, the Empress of their nation.

Charity warned them that the Royal Palace of the Magistrate was not what they believed, trying to tell them that the Empress was evil. But Thomas didn’t listen, unwilling to believe everything Jim had told them had been a lie. But before either slaves could give Charity their answers, Jerry returned with Newman following close behind.

Jerry immediately fired on Charity, but Charity drew the lightning cuffs (which she had only just acquired) and struck Jerry in the chest, killing him in a flash and causing him to fall back to die in the sands.

Newman stepped back trying to reload but with a flick of his wrist, Charity appeared to toss the pale man with the cuffs, sending him sprawling across ground. While the majordomo was stunned, Charity called out to Brianna and Thomas one more time telling them to run. Twisting herself from Carter’s grasp, Brianna hurried to join Charity, and the two rushed out of the dark alley. Charity stopped for a moment and looked back at Carter with a pained expression on her face, her blue eyes begging him to come with her. Slumping to the ground, torn between freedom and the promise of luxury; his eyes brimming with tears, Carter shook his head at the stranger named Charity, his last chance at freedom, disappeared from sight.

Entering the Palace
As Brianna and her savior escaped, Carter continued to sit at the end of the dark alley in stunned silence, until Newman came and roused him. Sneering angrily at him, he slapped him harshly across his face cursing him for allowing someone to take Brianna. Newman had never laid a hand on him before, and only now was Carter beginning to doubt himself and the reality he had convinced himself was true. Impatient and knowing that they would never be able to recapture Brianna, Newman grabbed Carter and forced him to stand, gripping his arm painfully tight. “All the goodies for Thomas” he whispered in her ear “Don’t worry, now you’ll get Zira all to yourself.” He pushed Carter out of the alley and towards a speeder he parked close by. Throwing him unceremoniously in the back seat, he started the speeder and sped away from Draper and towards the Royal Palace of the Magistrate.

After a half an hour of driving, Thomas finally caught his first glimpse as the palace rose above the sand. As they moved closer, Carter wondered if they had truly arrived at Zira’s home, the large durasteel complex was nothing like the shining palace he had imagined. Indeed, it was massive but it seemed solemn and lacked the elegance and grandeur he had dreamed of.

Soon it loomed over them, a giant metallic monolith that made Carter suddenly feel very small. Stopping in front of the metal gate Newman made a quick call, speaking to someone inside the palace. After a few seconds, the the door lurched suddenly and began to lift slowly from the ground. Newman drove the speeder into the garage and parked it before yanking Thomas out of the speeder and pushing the former in front of him, silently directing him where to go.

The inside of the palace was dark and foreboding, the corridors decorative and cool causing Thomas to smile slightly as he stepped inside. As he walked through the maze-like hallways, he looked for semblance of the place of his dreams.

Carter wanted to ask Newman what was going on, wanting him to disperse his doubts but afraid to risk angering him again. So they continued to walk until they finally came to another door with two large guards carrying massive axes standing on either side. Seeing Newman, they stepped aside allowing the assistant to type a code into the control panel next the door. With a beep of recognition, the door unlocked and Newman ushered Carter into the brightly lit room.

Giving his eyes time to focus, Thomas found himself in a large oval-shaped room, nested with dozens of soft multi-colored cushions that lay spread across the tiled floor. Dancers lounged peacefully on their beds of soft pillows while others waded in the warm waters of the pool in the center, all looking up with interest to see the new arrival.

Newman explained to the attentive girls that Carter was Zira’s latest “gift” and that he was to prepared to be presented to her. At the word “gift” the slaves’ eyes suddenly turned sad and they seemed to stare at Carter with pity, though he could not understand why. Newman then left them to their task, closing and locking the door behind him as several girls led Thomas to the pool.

Stripping him of his plain tunic, three girls gently directed him into the warm waters as other girls went to fetch something more fitting for him to wear. Carter relaxed in the water and bathed himself, believing this would be his new home, and though it wasn’t as extravagant as he hoped, it was a much better life than the one he had had in Oregon.

Thomas’ moment of bliss did not last long because as soon as the slaves finished, they hurried him from the pool, not wanting to keep their master waiting. They quickly ordered him to dry off with a towel. When Carter complied, the harem girls who had been sent to fetch him attire for the night returned from their search presenting Carter with scandalous red robes. Stepping into the robes he pulled it over his body, the tight cloth forming perfectly with his body. Thomas turned and looked at himself in the nearby mirror, shocked and pleased with what he saw in the reflection.

The robes were snug against his skin, and ended barely halfway down his thighs, showing off his long legs. Two thin straps looped over her shoulder, straining to hold the cloth to his buxom bust. Gazing at himself and turning slowly in the mirror suddenly feeling seductive and confident, certain now that Zira would be pleased with his form.

Lastly, the girls gave him gold high-heel pumps to slip on while they adjusted his headband, placing a comfortable fur-lined piece decorated with gold and beads. As one girl straightened it on his head he whispered Carter’s ear “I’m so sorry.” Carter turned in confusion but the girl was already scampering away as Newman returned to collect Carter for his introduction to Zira.

Introduction to his Mistress
Newman re-entered the room as the girls around Carter moved away quickly, bowing respectfully to their mistress’ second-in-command. Looking at Carter, Newman smirked, knowing that Zira would reward him greatly for bringing him a slave of such beauty.

Telling him that he will please Zira greatly, he motioned for him to follow him and together the two left the harem. With Newman leading him and a guard named Justin Bellamy following close behind him, Thomas felt his stomach turn with anticipation, the quiet halls of the Royal Palace of the Magistrate echoing with the sound of revelry nearby. He quickened his step to move closer behind Newman knowing that they were coming close to the throne room, to where he would meet the illustrious Magistrate.

Carter and his guides soon came upon an alcove where loud music, laughter, and cheers were evident. Before they arrived, Newman held up his arm for him to stop. He instructed that he come when he called him, before vanishing into the sweet-smelling den. Breathing heavily, Carter heard the music stop and Newman’s voice though he could not understand what he was saying. Finally he heard Newman loudly announce, “May I present to you, Mighty Zira, the lovely and talented Thomas Carter!”

Recognizing his cue, Thomas took a deep breath, closed his eyes and turned the corner into the throne room. Keeping his eyes half closed, too nervous to take much notice of his surroundings, he strutted into the room, stepping lightly down the stairs. He walked deliberately slow through the path the surrounding crowd had made, keeping one hand on his hip and moving like a runway model down a strip. When he finally reached the center other room he stopped, taking a seductive pose facing what he thought was the throne that he had first glimpsed as he had entered.

Thomas stood in his pose for what seemed like minutes, his eyes closed tight, waiting for the approval of his new mistress. Suddenly, an uneven laughter that seemed to reverberate through his entire being shook the room. Surprised, he lost his poise and opened his eyes to find the source of the noise.

Lounging on the throne was the fattest woman he had ever seen. The woman was exceptionally wimpy; her long robes of state draped over the far end of the throne leading back to a corpulent midsection that bulged grotesquely. Her skin was healthy and absolutely devoid of acne, her hair was thick and blonde, glistening in the dim light and almost seemed to give it an odd glow. Sparkling blue eyes stared unnervingly at him, glinting with unfathomable intelligence and anticipation. Two tender arms reached eagerly for him, and a large grin came across her face.

Thomas stepped back instinctively, before turning to run. However, he felt Jim’s clawed hands on his back, keeping him in check. Leaning over his shoulder, Jim grinned evilly. “Thomas, meet the kind and lovely Zira Miranda Grover.” The entire court burst into laughter, the woman that was Carter’s mistress joined with them in mocking him.

Bondage to the Empress
"So lovely. You will look fine wearing my leash."

- Zira Grover

As the laughter died down, Zira Miranda Grover’s lascivious gaze once again found Thomas’ trembling form. Motioning with one delicate arm, she made a command “Come to me, Thomas,” her voice flowing shallowly. He felt a sensation of fear at the thought of being near the woman, not sure what she wanted from him. Carter shook his head pleading for the denizens to allow him to leave, struggling in Newman’s grasp. This was not what he had wanted and now all he wished was to leave this place, to be free again.

But Newman held him tight while Bellamy, the guard that had lead him here, along with another guard, came from behind, each taking one of his small arms and leading him forwards. Twisting futilely between them, Thomas’ cries became more frantic; looking behind him to beg Newman to stop them. But the devious man only stood laughing as he was dragged toward Zira, and only then did Thomas realize how foolish he had been in trusting him.

The guards roughly pushed him onto the unoccupied space on the throne, where Zira awaited her prize. Unable to keep his balance, Thomas fell forward onto a shield, which automatically let him pass and fall to Zira’s body, squishing against her tender skin. Uncomfortable, Thomas quickly moved to push himself away but felt something powerful and strong hook around her waist pulling her close. He looked up to find herself face to face with his mistress, Zira’s ready eyes staring down at him, carefully inspecting her new slave.

Zira was indeed pleased with what she saw, enjoying the feeling of his body against her mass. He was gorgeous and she could see some resistance in him, something she would enjoy breaking him of. She had not had a slave by her side since she “retired” her last one several weeks ago, but now it seemed she had found a suitable replacement. Her mouth curled in a degrading grin as she thought of her plans for her new slave.

Thomas tried to look away, but Zira reached out and cupped his chin, forcing him to gaze into her eyes. “So lovely.” The Empress mumbled, stroking Carter’s cheek as the slave boy trembled in her grasp. “You will look fine wearing my leash.”

Thomas did not understand what she meant, but had little time to contemplate it as Zira reached out and hugged him. Zira enjoyed her dominance over the lovely man she held, his soft moans only urging her to continue. She did this with all the personal slaves she procured, to show them how weak and helpless they were against her demands and if even if they refused to be willing that she could easily take from them what she wanted. Zira finally retracted her delicate arms from Carter’s body, letting Carter gasp and cough. Tears streamed freely down his face but he no longer struggled against his mistress, allowing her to hold him close against him as he realized his hopeless situation.

Zira chuckled as she felt Carter submit to her control, giving small whimpers of discomfort as her hands roamed over him, feeling him through his robe. She continued to relish him until Newman drew near, looking for the approval. Zira saw him come close and congratulated him on finding such an excellent gift. Newman agreed, enjoying Zira’s praise knowing that he would be rewarded. Carter slowly turned to look at the man he had once trusted, his eyes full of betrayal and sadness as his eyes became blurry with tears. Jim, however, just stood there and smiled at the betrayed man.

Returning to his duties, Jim decided to bring Zira the second part of his gift, suggesting that perhaps the Empress would like to see her slave in more appropriate attire for a slave.

Thomas saw Zira nod excitedly and was surprised when the Empress released him, allowing him to step off the edge of her throne. Before he could get anywhere, Jim wrapped his thin fingers around his arm and moved him back into the center of the room. Carter simply stood there in a stunned silenced, still hoping that this was just a premature nightmare.

Over the metal grate, Newman stopped and called for Yolanda Gogan. A large woman emerged from the crowd, bringing a neatly folded pile of clothing over to where Carter and Newman stood.

Handing it to Newman, Yolanda smiled as she passed in front of Carter, getting a good look at the new boy before she disappeared back into the crowd. Jim began to unfold the clothing, holding it from the top and allowing it to unravel in front of Carter, giving Zira a good look at the costume and how it well it would accentuate the appearance of her new slave.

Watching the material fall in front of him, Carter realized the costume Newman was proposing was a black tank top with degrading language embroidered across the front. Although he knew the costume was perfectly modest, he barely had time to realize the tears were coming, before losing all composure, breaking down crying, and giving choking gasps of despair as watery streaks ran freely down his face. Zira, however, was quite pleased with Newman’s selection. “Very good, Jim, but I would like to see how it looks on my pet before I make my final decision.” Zira’s majordomo nodded in agreement, motioning to Gogan and handing the outfit back to her.

Gogan then moved to Carter who had fallen to his knees, his hands over his face shaking his head in anguish. His tear-streaked face still buried in his hands, Carter felt someone nudge his shoulder and a raspy voice telling him to stop crying. He ignored it, not wanting to face what he had naively brought on himself. The voice came again more commanding this time, anger obvious in the tone, but Carter refused to hear it.

Suddenly his hair was yanked painfully up, Thomas crying out as he was forced to stand, coming face-to-face with the fat, acne-ridden woman. “You will appreciate what your master gives you.” Yolanda seethed, pushing the outfit into Carter’s hands. Once he took it, the middle-aged woman finally released her vice-like grip on his hair. “Now put it on.”

Thomas looked around at the crowd of servants who stared, trying to find a place where he could change in private. Not finding any, he looked back at the impatient snarl of Gogan. “Where am I supposed to...” He asked blushing slightly. Gogan just laughed “Right where you’re standing.”

Zira and the rest of the crowd joined in laughing, and Carter trembled in revulsion at the thought of these servants gazing over his nude body. When he didn’t immediately comply, Yolanda looked to Zira who nodded with an amused grin on her face. The fat woman moved forward before Thomas could back away, and smacked Carter hard across his face.

Stumbling back, Carter’s hand went to his throbbing cheek, fresh tears trickling from his eyes as his eyes became as wide and frightened as a newborn infant feeling pain for the first time. Gogan cocked her hand back again once more as a warning if Carter disobeyed again. More frightened and hurt than ashamed, Thomas began to undress.

“Make it quick.” Zira called to her as Thomas gave another look at Yolanda who still stood close by, ready to punish any disobedience. Carter, who had believed that Zira intended to rape him, felt slightly more comfortable, but only just, at her words. Reluctantly, he slipped the thin straps of his robe from his shoulders, and hastily pulled his robe down. His clothes and dignity now stripped away, Yolanda took Thomas’ costume and forced it over his head, the shirt falling over his figure. He then realized he was wearing a black tank top.

The costume was complete, or so he thought. Suddenly from behind him, he felt something cold and metallic begin to move around his neck. Before he could scream or jump, it snapped around his throat. He spun around to find Jim fitting a collar around his neck, the band locking as it closed. He was surprised at first until he saw Jim walking back to his place by Zira, carrying a long leash that connected to his new collar. Fear filled his entire body as he realized what was happening; the Empress’ assistant leaning over to latch the end of the chain to something on Zira’s throne. Jim handed the leash to Zira, and the Empress gripped it with one of her fat hands as she turned to once again stare at Thomas in his new appearance. He felt the metal dig into his neck and saw the woman beckon him to come close. His body went numb again and his face twisted in despair. Not only would he never leave this palace again but now he could never leave Zira’s side.

Duties While Zira's Personalized Servant
Zira expected her slaves to fulfill a multitude of pleasing tasks for her. Carter was expected to massage his mistress, probably with oils, and especially along her tender back. Carter also poured her her favorite libations, and possibly fed her.
 * Trophy: While not dancing or pleasuring his mistress, Thomas Carter's duty was to act as a lovely trophy and decoration for Zira's throne. As he bore the body of a high-class model, Thomas served as a status symbol for the Empress, showing her power, wealth, and influence. While on his mistress' throne, Thomas also acted as a distraction during his mistress' business dealings. Dressed in his tank top and underwear, he was often the center of attention for all passerbys to see, including any merchants, employees, or associates that came to speak to Zira. While humiliated by the lecherous attention he received while in this position Thomas was not allowed to cover himself or dissuade these voyeurs in any way. Instead he was forced to do whatever he could to capture that attention and distract his mistress' guests, sometimes in subtle ways, like slightly adjusting his costume to expose his torso, crawling provocatively across the throne, or giving sexy “come-hither” looks towards them. Other times it was more overt, where he would lick his mistress' belly, take his clothes off, or touch himself, anything to take as much focus away from the discussion with his mistress as possible. If he did not perform adequately he would be punished harshly by his mistress, so Thomas quickly became adept at this duty, shamelessly and desperately flaunting his sexuality so Zira could gain an advantage.
 * Dancing: Thomas was extremely skilled in the arts of dancing due to his extensive training in Oregon. He learned many different kinds of dancing forms that were vulgarly erotic, though his training focused primarily on a particularly raunchy and provocative style of strutting, leaping, and high kicks. He would also be forced to strip and dance naked before the whole court.
 * Cleaning: As Zira's favorite personalized servant, Thomas also had the task of washing Zira's throne along with several reluctant servants on a weekly basis. While she waited, Zira would rest on an elegant sofa eating several chocolate bars and downing several goblets of soda, wine, and other sugary beverages. Because her bathing machine couldn't reach, Thomas would wash Zira's breasts, backside, pelvic region, and buttcheeks while she ate multiple gummy cubes on her throne. He would crawl across the throne applying the soft brush to her lovely skin. Here, he could pleasure her if needed as he became drenched in her body fluids.

Apart from this, he was also to spend an hour per day doing chores in the Palace.
 * Sex/Prostitution: As Zira's personalized servant, Thomas was subjected to obey Zira into having sex not only with the Empress, himself, or Jim Newman, but he was forced by Zira to engage in lascivious and raunchy sexual acts by giving his body freely to other patrons as well; such as bodyguards, servants, and slaves – male or female.

Thomas Carter's diet
Thomas was fed mostly on scraps, usually from what little was left over after his master’s meals. If he begged properly or if Zira felt he deserved a reward after a particularly pleasing performance, Carter would be given a small bowl of his own. This often consisted of a few fruits and small strips of meat.

Thomas' thoughts while being enslaved
''“Thomas keeps Zira happy. Zira keeps Thomas alive.” —Jim Newman''

Thomas rested on the edge of the throne as far away as he could from the bloated tyrant whose leered eyes never seemed to leave his half-naked form. He tried not to meet her perverted gaze, preferring to watch the tyrant out the corner of his eye while pretending to look at the cheap sandals on his feet.

At times she would halt her gaze to snatch one of the chocolate bars or gummy cubes she kept in a bowl or goblet on her side to chew it cleanly and thoroughly before passing it into her massive belly. Or to take a long pull from the tube of her 150-pound chocolate complex which would make her stomach expand while she was looking at Thomas. Both of which disgusted him immensely.

Yet these were only the minor tortures the Empress had inflicted on him since he lost all his freedom and hope in a single day.

Was it only a week ago? he thought. The other “guests” of the Empress' throne room were milling about, their chatter filled the room while they indulged their sickening urges on whatever drinks or unfortunate slave that passed their way.

They also looked his way from time to time, with the same devious hunger that was always in his mistress' eyes. No one would protect her from their revolting advances. Most of them were nearly as wicked as the Empress herself and he shivered at the thought of any one them, especially a woman, touching his barely concealed skin. Dancing was the closest thing to freedom he had left, as it was the only time he was allowed to leave the throne with the exception of the time he was sent to Wing 204 to be washed.

But even dancing was a lie as the leash never left the bulging one's hands.

What he would give to dance freely, even for an audience as revolting as Zira and her entourage. Thomas often found himself jealously watching the bare-necked teenagers (as the other harem servants called them) as they shimmied to the raunchy beat of the Empress' musicians. They may debase themselves in scant clothing like him but at least they were paid. Unlike Thomas their bodies were their own, not an evil and impossibly corpulent tyrant.

Thomas' dancing partner was often one of these “paid” serving teenagers. Her name was Yolanda Gogan, a large woman who forcibly dressed like Zira, her fleshy rumbling complementing Thomas' more energetic movements.

Yolanda even seemed to enjoy the attention she received. She would bow and welcome the cheers of the Empress' men, though almost all were directed towards Thomas' relatively provocative and conventional performance.

Thomas was the main attraction during Zira's parties and while he danced the Empress' men tried to pinch, grab, or fondle whatever was in reach, yanking on his shirt in attempts to see more of his already exposed skin. In this way his dancing was further restricted, forced to perform in the center spotlight to avoid their unwanted hands. Currently, however, the mood of the palace was far calmer than it was during the nights raucous celebration. It was mid-day and after partying late into the night most of the crowd relaxed in the many alcoves the throne room provided. Soft music played by Zira's band accompanied the few topless dancers who gracefully pranced about the floor, offering lap-dances and drinks to any being with the money to pay. This time of the day was the most desired shift for the servants of the Empress' harem. Thomas had often heard the girls fight over it when he was brought to be bathed after a night with his mistress. It was far easier to attend to the needs of the palace's degenerates when they were tired, then later when after drink and stimulation the mood turned unruly and violent.

A large grunt of satisfaction announced the Empress' completion of her meal. Thomas stiffened, knowing that with her appetite satisfied she would look for other entertainment to pass the time. Usually his body provided that entertainment.

But as Thomas glanced nervously across the throne towards his mistress he saw a floating, transparent, two-foot orb ascend the stairwell into the audience chamber.

It was Jim Newman, the Empress' adviser and confident, a green creature whose gaunt face spoke only of deceit. At one point Thomas had found the face kind and handsome, but after his betrayal, when Newman had torn away his modesty and leashed him like a pet to a queen, he almost found him as vile as the Empress.

Surprisingly Newman spared no glance towards Carter. He usually took whatever opportunity he could to gloat over his current predicament, even if it was only to degrade him with his eyes and give him one of his ghoulish smiles.

Now, however, he rushed straight to Zira's side moving his hand to the Empress' pretty ear. He spoke quickly and quietly and when he finished he saw Zira's eyes grow wide. She snarled for Newman to “make them pay for it” and Newman bowed, quickly hurrying back down the stairs from whence he came.

The Empress' face contorted and she began fingering the straps to her rubber shirt and the skin around her corpulent belly. Thomas had become quite good at reading his Mistress' body language. In his week by her side he had only ever seen her this excited one other time — when he had first been presented to her, naked and quivering under her gorgeous, blue, sparkling eyes.

Those same eyes suddenly turned towards him and Thomas quickly averted his gaze. Thomas Carter was discontent and unhappy about his position as personalized servant, at this point anything was better than working for a tyrant, even death. "At first glance Thomas might seem to enjoy life in the Royal Palace of the Magistrate, but he lives in constant fear that each dance might be his last." —From Boys vs. Girls 2

Humiliation
While in Zira’s service, Carter was referred to as “pet”, “my sweet mint”, “slave”, or “slut”, almost never by his real name. This effectively broke his will as he became more and more compliant. He was not given any other costumes other than his tank top, and never given any undergarments. Whenever he disobeyed the Empress, she stripped him of all clothing and left him naked for hours, parading him around the palace on a short leash as the women laughed at him. Sometimes Newman would carry out the punishment. Forcing him to strip before men (merely to embarrass him) was another way Grover humiliated Carter, as well as forcing him to eat chicken brain, roasted lightly (Grover had a serious love for chicken meat).

Interaction with Zira Miranda Grover
Although Zira took quite a liking to Thomas’ beautiful form, the slave was repulsed by the Empress’ bloated mass, wimpy structure, and her treatment of him. Zira was already very experienced in controlling slaves, but Thomas provided an interesting challenge. To break the dancer, Zira had him collared and chained and kept him on a tether, only able to move to either end of the throne. From time to time she would jostle his leash, making its links drag over his back as a reminder of his enslavement. If she sensed him lean away from her, she would tug the chain firmly, returning him to the proper position closely in front of her, where she could stroke his chestnut hair or rub his shoulders and back. When she especially hungered for his touch or wished to demonstrate her power over him, she would jerk the chain, forcing him to fall against her huge belly. Whenever Zira did this, she would take pleasure in reminding him of just who was Master and who was Slave.

Zira found Thomas’ threats and resistance amusing, but if he spoke to far out of line she would quickly silence him by tugging on his leash and speaking over him in her fierce, commanding voice. When she did allow the slave to talk to her, Zira insisted that he recognize her superiority by calling her “master,” “Exalted One,” or similar titles, just like Summer Petersen and her other servants. Carter had no choice but to supplicate himself to the Empress in both his posture and his words.

Thanks to Zira’s methods of punishment, Thomas soon learned how much resistance he could afford to make before he reluctantly had to obey her, so that Zira almost never had to resort to this final means of controlling him.

Interaction with Jim Newman
Thomas Carter and Jim Newman would continue to interact with one another on a regular basis but in a dirty, provocatively lewd, and vulgar manner.

Interaction with other inhabitants of the Royal Palace of the Magistrate
Any hopes that he would gain sympathy from other members of Zira's court were quickly dashed within a matter of days. Apart from himself, the Palace was inhabited by the dregs of the universe with not an honest soul to be found within. Many of the individuals that inhabited the Empress' court were just as sadistic if not in some ways more sadistic than the Empress herself. To them he was nothing more than glorified eye candy whose misery and suffering would provide endless hours of entertainment. They would laugh and watch at every misfortune and every moment of humiliation he endured with intense enthusiasm. it would be no end of lusty cheers when the Empress called in for a more personal embrace most of the women and several of the men wanted him and would often try to pinch and grab whatever they could while he danced, although they were limited to what they could do under Zira's watchful eye. The Empress had no problem in then groping and pinching but when it came for more carnal practices he was hers alone to toy with unless given express permission. Even the inhabitants of the court that had no actual attraction to him would molest him whenever they got the opportunity just to see him suffer for their own amusement. He found little to no sympathy in his fellow servants who knew it was pointless to emotionally invest themselves in any of Zira's current favorites knowing it would only be a matter of time before he displeased her or she grew bored with him and a one way ticket to the Death Pit was earned. Some of the other personalized servants, despite their own slavery, became quite sadistic themselves and would join the men in mocking Thomas. When entertainments were few, the nastier of Zira's men would come behind Zira's throne to get a good look at Thomas' lovely backside. While there, they would fantasize about ripping away his tank top and raping him from behind. If any had genuine sympathy for his plight it was none that were there willingly. Both Natalie Clarke and Robert Mersames felt sorry for him in general, as did his brother Taylor, but they would never do anything about it, not wanting to put their own lives at risk crossing the Empress.

When Jay Organa arrived at the palace in order to pose as a guard to help rescue Helen McKeen, he was disgusted by Zira's treatment of Thomas. Jay had heard some funny rumors that Zira was a “perv” whatever that was, but the rumors could not prepare his nine-year-old mind for the truth. Jay himself despised slavery in general but the sight of Zira's bloated yet strangely appealing body ramming the screaming men's private parts into herself bemused him and made his stomach turn. He wanted to help the poor boy but couldn't risk blowing his cover leaving him no choice but to watch his suffering in silence lest he be discovered and sentenced to a worse fate. When Zira nearly executed Thomas for his disobedience, Jay was on of the only individuals horrified by what was happening. He covered his eyes, but when Summer came as Xydarone V, he watched her (knowing it was her) with appreciation that someone else valued Thomas' happiness.

Because no one had any pity for Thomas he became aloof and withdrawn to everyone in the palace. He was miserable and lonely, he wished for at least one real friend instead of those who pretended to help him. They all mocked him because of his immature desire for attention which is what brought him to the Magistrate. Their rude behavior made him resentful to everyone in the Palace.

Thomas Carter's fate
Several weeks after his enslavement to Zira, Thomas was reunited with his brother, Taylor, and he realized why the latter had been kidnapped. The two were able to speak briefly, and Taylor told his brother that Anakin Organa was indeed going to return to rescue them, along with his crush Summer Petersen, and his hope was renewed. His spirits high for the first time since his imprisonment, Thomas performed the best dance of his life, which, fortunately, would also be his last.

While dancing for his mistress, the graceful moves of his body caught the Empress’ gaze, and Zira attempted to pull him close by pushing on a button, electronically tugging on the leash around his neck. Carter refused his mistress’ advances, not knowing what would happen if he complied. In a fit of defiance, Carter pulled against the leash, shouting at the Empress in an attempt to defend himself.

Amused by the servant’s sudden spirit, Zira pointed and mocked the slave’s efforts, slowly inching him by force towards the seat of her throne. Unmoved by the Empress’ words and gestures, Carter continued shaking his head and refusing to budge, moving up and down to make it harder for Zira's electric throne to pull. The crowd of onlookers jeered and mocked the servant’s efforts, hurling insults and laughs at the unfortunate dancer. After many days of defiance and constant refusal of Zira’s advances, the Empress’ patience had finally come to an end; despite her attraction to Carter. In one more attempt to get the servant to fall in line, Zira slammed her fist on the button, the throne yanking the chain with a mighty pull. Carter had endured enough of the Empress’ fury to know how she planned to punish him. He held his ground, trying to keep away. Thomas felt his feet slide over the edge of the suction field through the bottom of his cheap leather sandals, but thought little of it, convinced that the Empress would rather punish him instead of kill him. Zira continued to pull, but still he rebuked her, yelling “no, no, stop it”. Angered by yet another display of the boy’s defiance, the Empress had finally reached her breaking point. Activating the suction field in front of her dais, Zira watched the man suddenly lose balance. The floor beneath Carter shuddered and he staggered backwards, toes curling against the flat of his sandal. Suddenly, the floor beneath him blew bone-jarring air currents, sending him flailing up and into the depths below with a gasp and high-pitched scream.

Thomas sailed up a stone pipe and towards a metal grate into the spacious Death Pit that blocked the end of the pipe. As he approached, the metal grate opened, spitting the man out of the stone pipe and onto the sandy floor of a bone-laden pit that smelled heavily of rotten flesh.

As the stone pipe spat Thomas into the pit, his momentum carried him forward where the artificial wind did not, causing him to roll helplessly onto the sandy floor. He scrambled to his feet and dusted himself off with a look above to see Zira and her goons mocking him through the grate in seats and booths just above him. His body trembled with fear, his hands absently stroking his wounded thighs that throbbed with pain from his awkward landing. The onlookers pointed and laughed at his misfortune as the dancer gazed up at them. Carter puckered his lips together as he looked up at the majestic balcony just above Zira's throne. She still wanted him. He knew she did.

But then two guards joined him inside the pit. He jumped in surprise. His face twisted into a mix of emotions as he heard them drawing their spears. His face contorted in fear, his breathing constricted, and his body frozen in pure terror. Any thought of salvation was long gone. He screamed and stumbled back in horror. The onlookers applauded as the guards charged. Carter scrambled for any cover he could find, crawling behind rocks and clawing at the walls. He made one more crying plea for Zira to save him, reaching a hand up to his mistress with loud sobs and streams of tears. Zira laughed obscenely at his hopeless pleas for mercy and thrust her arm, salivating at what fate awaited him.

He turned towards the guards. The warriors had cornered him against the gate, and with nowhere left to go, Carter pressed himself against it, closed his eyes, and whimpered out a final prayer.

As if out of nowhere, just as the guards were about to hurl the first spear at him, a loud, electronic voice resounded across the Death Pit, getting their attention:

''“If you're displeased with my gift, please don't destroy it! Kindly return him to his previous owner.”''

Thomas cried out, having no idea what was going on. He heard one of Zira's dancers asking who the figure &mdash; to his utter horror, Xydarone V &mdash; what right she had to him, and she claimed it was her mother's and she was merely the messenger to bring Thomas to her. Thomas began sobbing harder than ever. Between death and Xydarone, he'd take death.

The next spear penetrated his ribs directly to his lungs. The dancer’s muffled screams abruptly ceased when the blood from his broken lungs swirled through his throat. Carter tried to cough and take a last breath of life, but his ribcage had turned his lungs into something resembling one bloody, punctured pincushion. Whether he could accept it or not, the dancer’s fate was sealed. With that, he felt the last flicker of life pass over him, and Thomas Carter was no more. The life of the dancer was over and he was dead. The guards were then invited upstairs through a hidden turbolift.

Although the dying screams of her favorite slave greatly aroused the obese Empress, a brief feeling of regret crept through the woman’s subconscious as she realized she was now without her personal pet. Never did Zira let the feeling show through her jovial facade, however, her face maintaining the false, enthusiastic smile. What she did realize, however, was how hungry the guards’ performance had made her. She reached a hand into her personal treat goblet and tightly grasped a four-square Hershey bar. With one gulp, she swallowed the chocolate and exhaled with contentment.

Reaction to Carter's sentence
Thomas Carter’s would-be death was greeted very enthusiastically by the denizens of the palace. No one had much sympathy for the dancer, and the prevailing attitude was that he had received the punishment that he had deserved. His execution, which would have certainly been one of the most memorable and popular kills yet, was very disappointing and gratifying at the same time. The level of terror Thomas expressed and the energy with which he struggled to preserve his seemingly doomed life combined to make for an extremely entertaining show. The best part of the show did not last long, as Xydarone had airlifted Carter from the Death Pit, but they all relished imagining what hell Xydarone IV was putting Carter through and, either way, he would have been killed very easily and quickly compared to most of Zira’s victims.

Thomas’ reaction to his mistress’ decision to put him to death for his disobedience was less positive. He did not want to die, and he did not have long to come to terms with his fate. When it finally became clear to him that he was about to be killed, he instantly regretted his decision to resist his mistress, and reluctantly admitted to himself that he would gladly allow his mistress to violate and use him in any way he saw fit, as long as it would keep him alive. His heart sank when he saw how eager his mistress was to watch his upcoming execution, and realized that there was no longer any way for him to avoid a violent, painful death. He struggled to stay alive for as long as he could, which served him well since Xydarone V (Summer Petersen) rescued him. He later reflected on how humiliating it was that his death was being used as entertainment for the vile denizens of the Royal Palace of the Magistrate.

Even if it had succeeded, Carter would have been one of the most succulent victims Zira’s guards had ever fought against. He was too weak to provide much of a fight and would have been killed almost effortlessly by the warriors, allowing them to savor the kill without worrying about sustaining injury.

Personality and Traits
''"Although usually compliant, Thomas Carter would occasionally resist his mistress' orders." —The Life and Legends: Thomas Carter''

Before Thomas Carter was broken into the sorrowful personalized servant of a cruel Empress, he was a proud and exuberant dancer. In his town in Oregon he lived in relative luxury, and earned praise for his beauty and dancing skills. But with this praise came vanity and discontent, Thomas beginning to believe he was too special to be kept hidden away in his small homely village. He wanted to see the world and while many women offered luxurious gifts to have him dance across the country, his father refused them all. Thomas became desperate and was willing to do almost anything to escape his stagnant life in Oregon.

It was then that Jim Newman arrived and deceitfully offered him a way out.

He wove him stories of the riches and comforts of his benefactor, the Magistrate, and her Palace of Pleasure. Everyone there was sexy and sophisticated, but as Zira was the hottest and most complex of all, she was the leader. He would want for nothing but dance in the finest of silks, rest on the softest of cushions, and sate his appetite with the sweetest of fruits. Thomas would be a male concubine but that was acceptable to him. Most of his friends at school had already found their way abroad by becoming escorts or companions to the wealthy and powerful and if Zira had half the generosity and sexual appeal as Newman described Thomas would be more than happy to share her bed.

But once again his father rejected the offer.

Thomas was crushed. While he wept for his lost dreams in his quarters, a secret message was passed to him from Newman. Carter paid little attention to news or history and was naive to the workings of the world outside his hometown let alone the world. He foolishly believed Newman's promises and stole away with him that night, his ambition and inexperience sealing the horrific fate and wake-up call that were to come.

"Like many of his friends Thomas was vain and naive, these traits gave optimism but they would also lead to his worst experiences and a close shave with death" —U.S. States Fact Files

Even as he was trained to please his new mistress, asked to do more and more humiliating tasks and dances, Thomas chose to believe he had made the right choice. He dreamed of living in the leisure, seducing his new mistress and quickly gaining her favor. She would shower him with her gifts while the other servants looked on jealously.

''"The headstrong Thomas Carter ultimately rebuffed Zira's seductive advances, but preformed one equally seductive dance for her prior to Anakin Organa's arrival at the palace." —The Life and Legends: Thomas Carter''

''"Amazingly, despite Nate's lewd behavior, Thomas still managed to persuade himself that he was heading for a better life. If nothing else this was a testament to Thomas' not inconsiderable powers of self-delusion." —Thomas Carter's Fact Files''

Thomas Carter was also proud and haughty, enough that he tried to refuse Zira Grover's advances when his dancing aroused her. Ultimately, it was his arrogance and vanity that led him to the worst parts of his life. When he heard Anakin was coming with Summer, he was filled hope that the adorable teenage girl would save him, and he in turn could help her spring the impossibly sexy Helen McKeen by memorizing her code watching people type it, and he expressed his desire when he danced for Zira that night. He probably believed if Summer saw him dancing flamboyantly, she'd be infatuated by him that he is worth repaying for his help, and become Thomas' girlfriend. And if that didn't go well, he may have believed if Helen, if she hadn't already, seen his flamboyant dancing, she'd be infatuated by him that he is worth repaying, and become Thomas' girlfriend instead. As he danced, his pride showed through his constant strutting around the court with his head held high as he flaunted his body. Being a child of passion, he loudly and openly expressed his disgust towards Zira when she pulled on his chain and demanded that he continue pleasing her atop her throne. That night, Thomas finally became so bold that he was willing to show off his new-found crossness for them and caused by Summer in front of the entire court, which angered Zira enough that she decided to feed the impudent servant to her guards to kill.

The impulsive combination of hearing that Summer Petersen was coming to whisk him away and teasing Zira and her court all night caused Thomas' arrogance to grow into foolishness. Even though she held enough of her leash that she could have backed away, Oola still chose to defy Jabba while standing directly on top of the trapdoor, taunting her master from just out of reach. It simply never even occurred to Thomas that Zira might actually kill him for his insolence, instead believing that he was far too beautiful to suffer the consequences of defiance. It was only after the suction field activated and he plummeted screaming to a near-death experience that he realized how much he had overestimated his worth. Especially because Zira was looking forward to embracing Summer, who was hiding in the Palace at that very moment.

All Thomas ever wanted out of life was to be admired and adored. But after he was thrown into the Death Pit and could see the court through the stands, he finally knew how it felt to be worthless and unwanted, as they looked down on him, mocking him and excited to know he is about be gotten rid of. Fortunately, Summer Petersen seemed to be the only one left who admires Thomas. Ironically, he caught the attention of his Internet crush, and he relished it. This gave him a rude awakening and he promised Summer, blabbering and crying as he stared at her fat, uncovered belly and beautiful, understanding features, that he would do his best to swallow his pride and try to look at the bigger picture. He probably still got in trouble after that but not as much, but one thing was obvious, he hero-worshiped Summer for the rest of his life, she was his idol. Clearly he didn't hate fat girls, he just hated mean ones, though he certainly did a good job of making that impression.

''"Thomas had no idea what sort of place the Royal Palace of the Magistrate was. His fantasy about becoming a famous dancer was so compelling that he ignored many warnings, even one from Charity Hirz." —Thomas Carter's Fact Files''

Still, he was self-delusional even though he saw the warning signs Thomas was still gullible enough to believe every word Jim Newman told him and would do any kind of obscene or perverted task for him. Because he had no idea about the universe Thomas believed that the Royal Palace of the Magistrate would be just like a fairy tale.

''"Tricked into a life of slavery, I arrived in the Royal Palace of the Magistrate with little to real idea of what to expect. I naively assumed it would be a fairy-tale location." --From Boys vs. Girls 2''

''"Although he disliked what he was going through, Carter convinced himself that Newman's words had been true. He forced himself to believe that he was about to enter a world of finery and splendor in the palace of the majestic and noble Magistrate. He had lost his home, his friends, his family, but still he believed his future was full of rich possibilities." —Thomas Carter's Fact Files ''