The paradise cruise adventure.
Feather, as always, excels at delivering imaginative visual situations for the audience to enjoy. This comic features clever devices for the torturing and training of slave girls, such as the exciting underwater climax. Audiences are guaranteed to see some things that they’ve never even imagined!
Hanging women
Most of the time, Burt was extremely quiet. There were people who worked at the factory who’d known Burt for five years and in that time heard him only say a few sentences at most. But once he was locked in his private room, known to most there as simply “Burt’s Office”, he couldn’t stop talking. Whilst he put women through the most unimaginable pain, he would just talk and talk.
Burt’s method was simple. There were always two girls in his office, sometimes more. He wanted his next victim to see what the previous one went through, as he knew that the fear of suffering could be just as powerful as the suffering itself. Despite the fact none of the girls he worked on spoke English, they all understood what he wanted from them.
Inquisition
There was a set procedure that needed to be followed, for the punishment to be carried out correctly. Maria did not know what it was and no one was going to tell her. Every time she was led from a room she feared the next would hold the instrument of her death. This day she was dragged into a large room, a cross type device in the middle and not far from a large fireplace. She was grateful for the warmth, but afraid of what it might mean.
“What are you doing?” Asked the girl, shivering.
Naked insurgents
Then he placed his stick on her cunt, lifted it an inch or two, and let it fall with an almost inaudible plop. He did this every few seconds.
“Who puts his cock in here?” he asked.
“My… my partner.”
“Who else?”
“Nobody else.”
“That’s going to stop. You’ll be in here for a month, initially, for political retraining. You’ll take a lot of cock in that time.”
He lifted the stick higher and dropped it onto her clitoris.
“AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“We’re going to teach you discipline and obedience, bitch! You’ll learn to respect a man in uniform, a representative of the State!”
He lifted the stick high and waited a second. The woman closed her legs.
“Open your legs, whore!”
She opened them very slowly. She was breathing fast now.
“Don’t hit me, please!” she begged.
Valentina’s story
“So… you want to be a model? Then why don’t you show me? Shake that ass… make me WANT you! Unless you want to be kissed again by the riding crop…” John Zingarelli said, lightly tapping Susan’s pert posterior with the end of the riding whip. Susan let out another muffled whimper from behind the massive ballgag wedged inside her pretty little mouth, but she did as she was told… pumping her body back and forth like she was being fucked by an invisible lover and making her tight, toned ass jiggle invitingly in the dim light. Susan’s pretty little face burned with shame as she did such a lewd and wanton act. This wasn’t what she had in mind when she wanted to be a model. She imagined she’d by lounging poolside, eyed hungrily by poor little poolboys while a photographer snapped her in a tight bikini while she sipped a martini. The thought that, instead of being a pool bunny, she would be a dungeon slave, was too humiliating for her to even contemplate. Tears of absolute humiliation dribbled down her cheeks as Susan kept pumping herself back and forth, jiggling that tight ass to the tune of the invisible lover, fucking her relentlessly under threat of a painful whipping!
The preacher
Brother Henry had been in the Church of the Chosen for six months now and he was very happy. The religious side had never been a problem. The sect had written their own holy book which was easy to study and easy to read in church.
The rest of his job involved tying up, flogging and fucking.
Henry liked to go slowly and talk dirty, often with his cock in his hand. This girl was new and he wanted to know more about her.
“Have you ever shown your breasts to a man of religion before?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
She had learnt to say “Master” with the help of a bamboo cane on her naked buttocks.
“You weren’t wearing a bra when you arrived,” said Henry. “Why’s that?”
“I don’t always wear one.”
“Is it to show your nipples under your top?”
“I suppose so… Master.”
“When you wear one, what color is it?”
“Black.”
“You should always wear a bra. Tits like these make men sin!”
Henry wet his finger and rubbed it slowly over both her nipples. Then he blew on them and watched as they wrinkled and became erect and tubular…
He picked up a cat o’nine tails with a knot on the end of its nine leather straps.
“I’m going to punish you for your naked breasts! Ask me to punish you!”
The girl looked confused.
“I haven’t done anything wrong!” she said.
Chinese torments
Master Lo was an expert in his art. In Wandeng province, there was no more skilled torturer than him. He was proud of the fact that he had tortured over 1,000 people and none had ever died under his care. Many people did not understand, but the purpose of torture is to make a victim suffer – either for punishment, or to convince them to talk.
He did not really care which they were sent to him for. It was all the same to him. The most recent girl sent to him was Wei-Ling, apparently she was to be made to suffer for two days. He didn’t know why, although he overheard his assistants talking about a refused marriage proposal. In Wandeng province, it was considered shameful to be refused an offer of marriage. For all he knew, it could be the girl’s own family who sent her here.
Lo knew that the largest part of torture is fear. Although Lo was proud of the fact he had never killed anyone, he never wanted his subjects to know that. The entire time they were with him, they should feel as if their life was in his hands. To help with the sense of fear, Lo liked to work on several subjects at the same time. When a new victim appeared, the first thing he did was explain – in great detail – what was happening to the others.
“See Mei over here, behind you?” he said to the girl, as she was being strapped to an X-shaped cross. “We got twenty seven hot needles into her, before she passed out. I thought she deserved a bit of a break, so I’ll let her hang there for a bit. If she doesn’t wake up in a couple of hours, we’ll find a way to revive her. Perhaps the two of you would like to play together?”
Black star apocalypse
There was a period of confusion after the attack and the pirates took advantage of it to capture most of the surviving women and load them onto their craft. They ignored the probers who would have helped them distinguish between different categories of female prisoners. They only saw tits and cunts.
Thanz ordered the commanders of the mercenary fleet to distribute the women any way they wanted. The more women they had, the better for their cocks, he said. This chaotic distribution left the door open for many Xagians and Republicans to escape from the prisons of the Empire, but at a price: they were abused and raped mercilessly by the primitive pirates. Interrogation sessions were an excuse for all kinds of sexual brutality.
Captain Bronz and Lieutenant Barrow planned to take full advantage of this situation. Barrow was a brutal Azcanac mutant who had once been a paid tracker of Xagians. He boasted about his collection of horrendous trophies made of Xagian skin. But the two men didn’t get as many women as they wanted because they were among the last to arrive in the ruined passageways of Avernoh.
The four women they managed to catch would stay with them, they decided. They had no guarantee that the distribution system would give them any females at all…
“Look at this bitch, Captain! She’s a Xagian, for sure! See her cunt? It’s as tight as the barrel of my pistol. It’s made for shooting practice! You’re looking at a piece of Grade A Xagian pussy there!”
“Are you sure she’s Xagian, Mr Akznaco?”
“Sure as there are satellites on Crudor, Captain! I can’t get my fingers in her! It’s gonna be hard to get my cock in there!”
“Make an effort! I’ll watch while I wait for the warkosa to take effect.”
“Captain, you should keep off that stuff! You know it doesn’t do you any good!”
“Please obey orders, Lieutenant! You found this cunt hiding in the ventilation shaft, so she’s yours! Get on with it and fuck her!”
“At your orders, Captain!”
Inquisition
The whipping block being used today was, like all of the Inquisitor’s inventions, a very cruel one. It was actually designed as a type of wooden horse – made for the unlucky victim to “ride”, so that it split them in two. The block was pushed into place where Maria’s mother had a good view of her daughter’s suffering.
Maria was forced onto the triangular block before being pushed down. A chain was attached to her neck and held her head down. Cuffs were attached to her feet, to keep them together. Next, a large and heavy triangular block was attached to her arms – forcing them into a deeply uncomfortable position and preventing her from using them to steady herself.
“Ahh, please, stop, it hurts so much!” begged Maria
“You stupid cunt, we haven’t even started yet!” said the officer in charge of her punishment.
The preacher
Maria was Colombian. She had answered an advert for a job as a waitress. A few hours after the interview she woke up in a church crypt, bound and gagged, with a big banana-shaped cock in her ass.
There were two men in the room, both wearing black robes.
For a time nobody spoke. The man in her ass just kept banging away at her. Then suddenly he spoke…
“Take that, bitch! You’re all the same! You know men want to see your tits and your cunts and you cover them up, don’t you? Why do you do it?”
“MMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”
“I’m fucking your ass to teach you a lesson, bitch! UGH! It lets me see your cunt too! Take that! UGH! OOOOH”
“MMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you? In your ass?”
Maria nodded.
“So I’m hurting you, right?”
She nodded again. The man grabbed one of her tits in each hand and squeezed them painfully.
“MMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”
He began slapping them around with his hand, forehand and backhand…
“This is what you’re here for, bitch! To be punished and fucked!”
SLAP! SLAP!
“MMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”
The other Brother stepped forward.
“This is an opportunity to pay for your sins, bitch!” he said. “We’re here to punish you for provoking men and then not showing them your body! We’ll teach you discipline and obedience, whore! Your tits and cunt and ass and mouth belong to us, now, understand?”
Maria nodded.
