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Jennifer didn’t know that Mark was married, if only she’d known. He was so rich and handsome, he bought her all kinds of gifts, and his cock felt so good inside her. Then Mark’s wife found them together…
“So my husband says you wouldn’t let him fuck you up your ass. What, are you too good to let him fuck that pretty little ass?” That’s what she had asked as she was shoving the splintery wooden dildo up Jennifer’s ass, forcing her delicate sphincter to stretch further and further over the brutal wooden tip.
“I know what you’re thinking.” She said. “You thought Mark loved you, that he would protect you forever. Well unfortunately for you the only thing Mark has got going for him is a huge cock, which is the only reason I keep his stupid ass around. I make the money in the family, he just mooches off me like a fucking parasite. Of course I also get the added pleasure of torturing his girlfriends every time he fucks up, so you know it’s really not such a bad marriage. And like I said, that cock. It really is amazing isn’t it? I bet it got you all hot, huh? Well now I’m going to get you even hotter.”

“Notice the electrodes attached to the pins,” added Rubio. “That’s a dead giveaway that this slut isn’t being trained for anything long term, can’t even use a contraption like this unless she’s immobile. She’s just here because it’s fun to watch her scream. She’ll be here until she dies.” Rubi hit a switch and electricity surged into the pins in her nipples. Sue Lin did indeed scream in agony. The group laughed at her for a few moments.
“Yes, questions?” said Rubio.
“Is there anything she can do to save her life?” asked someone in the group.
“Well…” said Rubio, reluctantly. Sue Lin’s ears pricked up at this. “Sometimes if a girl gives us very valuable information, she can be bumped over from the “torture-to-death” program to the “slave girl training program” but that’s very rare, I seriously doubt this bitch has any information worth knowing. Her main use is just for amusement. Let’s move the tour on.”
Sue Lin choked, barely able to pull air into her throat with the tight ropes constricting her windpipe.
“Wait!” she croaked. “I have information! I know all kinds of secret things my father did! Please let me be a slave girl instead, please don’t kill me! Wait!”
The tour group moved on as if they hadn’t heard her.
In his mind, Rubio had to complement the intelligence department. They sure knew how to fuck with a bitch’s head. After a few more days of torture, they’d finally get around to questioning Sue Lin, and they’d let her tell them everything she knew. If she had valuable intel, great! If not, she’d still be begging for a chance to be a slave girl. No matter what happened, they won.

Two days later, Captain Helmek Varkonem was crowned Emperor and took the dead Emperor’s wife Shaliba as his own wife. The lizards and worms on Madame Flera’s cunt had proved effective and she had confessed to murdering the Emperor. Inspector Mosko was pleased. He had been able to fuck her mouth while the long creatures bit her vagina, inside and out…
The enforced confession did not stop the interrogation sessions in the dungeons. Many equally innocent people were tortured and executed. Inspector Mosko personally supervised the interrogation of all Xagian women.
Some of the Counselors who had been close to the Emperor were executed, allegedly while trying to escape. Their wives and daughters were arrested and taken to a detention centre prior to being deported to the Ringstone. The most beautiful women were enslaved and kept for the Imperial Palace.
The dead Emperor’s heirs were accused of treason and were deported to Inderia, far beyond the Ringstone. Their craft exploded near Ring Seven, the final frontier. It was supposed they had been attacked by Dionian rebels who still controlled areas of the galaxy.
When Captain Helmek Varkonem held up the star-shaped black onyx that symbolized Imperial power, there was a buzz of protest from the assembly that soon became louder. People started shouting. Some nobles openly accused him of having no right to the scepter.
The Imperial Guard moved menacingly towards them, but Varkonem ordered them to stop. He took off all his clothes and showed them the birth mark that began on his penis. A gasp came up. It was the same mark as the one that Emperor Ancliones had shown them so often with pride. But on the Captain it flowed like a moving tattoo, snaking its way over his body…

Jessica was struggling to keep still, but even the rise and fall of her chest sent jolts of agony shooting through her swollen clit. She knew her aunt was mean, her childhood had turned into a nightmare whenever her mother sent her there for the summer. But she wasn’t a little girl anymore! She thought that as a young woman, her aunt wouldn’t dare try anything. And she desperately needed a cheap place to stay while she attended University.
“Okay,” her aunt had said. “But you live under my roof, it’s my rules.”
“MMGGGHHH! NNGGGHHHHH!” Jessica begged through the ballgag in her mouth as her aunt placed a clear glass bulb over her already swollen nipple. “EEERRGGGHHHH!”
It felt like her nipple was going to explode! Every pump of the rubber ball at its tip made the suction inside the bulb increase, causing her delicate nub to grow larger and redder. She pulled against the restraints holding her up, but she succeeded only in driving the wooden wedge between her legs further into her abused slit.

As her potential buyer looked on, Elizabeth, her young body in anguish from the long sessions under the paddle, squirmed a bit in the tight embrace of Madam Fifi. “I suggest you calm down and stop struggling, girl,” the tall, big-boned and buxom red-haired trainer told her sternly. Otherwise I’m going to take you back to your cell and we’ll resume where we left off! Would you like that?”
“N-No, Madam,” Elizabeth answered meekly. The very thought of Madam Fifi’s paddle doing it’s work was enough to make her still and compliant to the Madam’s grasp.
“Good girl. You know how happy it makes me when you’re good. Now say ‘hello’ to Miss Rhonda.”
“Hello, Miss Rhonda” Elizabeth answered obediently.

Sally could only stare in disbelief. Even after 6 hours of torture, she couldn’t believe this was happening. How could her own boyfriend be doing all these horrible things to her? She and Lucas had been together for 3 years! Sure they had argued sometimes. Sometimes she’d even had to assert her authority and put him back in his place, when he got out of line. But she thought that was just normal for a couple. All her girlfriends had told her that she had to be firm, to keep a man in his place. Could he really have been this angry with her?
Lucas picked up the cane and brought it down hard on her thighs. She squealed into the putty, holding her mouth shut.
“You just couldn’t fucking shut up, could you!” screamed Lucas. “Nothing I did was ever good enough! I had to quit smoking, I had to quit drinking! I had to quit hanging out with my friends! I had to come to your stupid fucking pottery classes! Even the things I watched on TV! Everything I did, you had to fucking stick your nose in and change! Everything had to be an argument, and every argument you had to win!”
He began swinging the cane to punctuate each remark. Thwack! “I am sick!” Thwack! “And tired!” Thwack! “Of your fucking bullshit!” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Sally was crying now, as much from the things he was saying, as from the pain. This was a man who’d loved her once, how could she have screwed up so badly? Somehow she’d been such a bitch, she had turned him against her.
“Please,” thought Sally silently. “Please give me another chance! I’m sorry I was such a bitch. I was just trying to be an empowered and independent woman. I was just doing what everyone said I was supposed to do. I didn’t mean to make you hate me.”

His warehouses were run in strict military fashion. The slaves and their guards were controlled carefully. Sexual impulses were not allowed and were punished very severely if they occurred. Those slaves that he selected for pleasure rather than work were placed in the care of Mistress Adia, a famous whore who passed on her long experience in pleasing men…
Decius Portius imposed the same strict discipline on himself. He treated the slaves like commercial goods, even when he was conducting a physical examination of a new slave. He ordered each girl to strip naked, and then he ran his hands all over her body, pressing her buttocks and breasts, lifting them to judge their weight and firmness, and sticking his finger up their anuses and into their vaginas. He tested the slaves’ sensitivity by licking their nipples and blowing on them, and by feeling their clitorises and examining their cunt lips to see how quickly they were lubricating and opening. He especially valued a prominent clitoris that stuck out from its protective hood because it meant that the girl was very sensitive…
Unlike all the other slave traders, he never had sex with a slave himself. He used the information from his physical examinations only to put the girls into the right categories.

The cum dribbling from her ass and pussy sizzled and evaporated as it dripped down towards the blazing brazier between Tiffany’s legs. The pair of psychos had just finished double teaming her, her holes still aching from their brutal rhythmic fucking. Now they were content to watch her squirm and squeal as heat from the brazier cooked the girl’s raw, dripping flesh.
“Woooohhheeee! Look at her twitch and dance!”
“Yeah, look at those pussy lips, they’re lathered in sweat and jiggling like jello! HAHAH!”
What was wrong with these maniacs, why were they doing this!?

Decius never really trusted his guards with the female slaves in his warehouses. He set up a system of rules and regulations and prohibitions, but he knew that when the men’s cocks were up, the men became brainless idiots. The slightest sniff of an unwashed vagina drove them crazy. He knew that many of the guards would be unable to resist the temptation, and sooner or later they would fuck the slaves.
Even his chief guard, Vorkus, could not be completely trusted. Decius knew that Vorkus sometimes turned a blind eye if he heard grunting and groaning coming from one of the cells. But in most cases Vorkus did his job well and reported any guards who fucked the women without permission. Offending guards were tied by the balls to a whipping-post and flogged. Sometimes, for his own amusement, Vorkus handed the whip to the woman who had been abused.
Virgin slaves were more valuable than others, and a guard who had penetrated a virgin was crucified and castrated. But even this was not always sufficient to dissuade some of the guards, who risked losing their balls to fuck a particularly attractive young woman.
Women who were penetrated were supposed to report the offence to Vorkus. If they did not, they were suspended on ropes, face down, so that their hanging breasts were an easy target, and they were caned all over their bodies. If they were pregnant, they were spared most of the punishment and were taken to the breeding warehouse, where they would give birth and so produce a new slave.

“PLEASE! NOT AGAIN!” Maddy shrieked as the man began dragging her into the ‘playroom’, as her captor called it. He’d grabbed her three days ago when she’d been working the late night shift at the barista stand. He just kicked in the door, threw her in the trunk and drove off. It’d been three days and no one had found her yet! Where was everyone!?
“No, oh God please, no!” Maddy sobbed as he began binding her hands and legs, “Please, I’ll be good. I’ll fuck you good, please. Let me suck your cock, anything!”
“Now now, you know how I love to play our favorite game…” The man said, gently rubbing the flogger against her sore swollen tits.
“Pleeeeaassseeee…”

Rebecca tried to tell herself it was all a bad dream. That soon she would wake up in her comfortable bed, in her fancy apartment. But she knew that wasn’t true. The truth was her old life was over. She was no longer Rebecca Warren, successful New York lawyer. She was just Specimen 12, fucktoy to a bunch of horny alien monsters. This was her life now, and there was nothing at all she could do about it.

“My brother say’s you’ve been acting like a real bitch since you turned eighteen!” Bob said as he drove his special punishment dildo into his niece’s quivering cunt. The dildo wasn’t overly thick, but it was layered in scales like a fish, sharp metal scales that had been hastily welded on, leaving sharp edges that cut her tender walls and gaps that pinched her flesh so tightly that it would tear her when he finally removed it.
“PLLEEEEEAAASSSSSSSEEEEE!” Tammy screamed as her delicate pussy erupted in a hellfire of tearing, grinding agony that shot up through her belly and lodged in the back of her eyes like someone had driven ice-picks through them.
“SHUT UP!” Bob said, pulling the dildo out of her quivering hole and driving it back in again, brutally ramming into her cervix. She nearly collapsed from the shock, but he caught her in his arms. Then, while her vision was still filled with dancing white lights of agony, Bob reached into her mouth and pulled her tongue out. “Hope you don’t mind the clip, I’ll find a nice rusty fishing hook to hang you by next time.”

Loretta tried to look behind her shoulder, at her captor. He was standing at an angle, so that she could just barely see him. Tied up the way she was, her head and neck could only move a tiny little bit and it was hard for her to see what was next to her or behind her.
Marco had a lot experience tying up women, and he always stood here, where they could almost see him. Where they had to work to see him. He found making them strain to look at him was an important way to maximize fear. And fear was his favorite part of the job.
He buzzed the surgical saw in his hand for a moment, letting her hear it but not fully see it.
“Now the first thing you have to understand, you brainless cunt, is that your old life is over,” said Marco. Loretta scanned the room in terror, searching for something to give her hope, but there was only Marco.
“Modeling, going to fancy clubs where the guys buy you drinks, your stupid dreams about an acting career… those aren’t ever going to happen.”
He stepped behind her and let her wonder how he knew so much about her.
“Now you’re a sex slave,” he said from behind her, where she couldn’t see. He let his voice wash over her, letting each word sink in. “A fuck-puppet. A cum-dumpster. You’re nothing but 3 holes that will pleasure whatever man wants to use you. You’re going to spend every moment, from now until the rest of your life, being trained and used to better serve men.”
Tears streamed down Loretta’s chin. She shivered.

After the fucking came the fighting with wooden training swords. The German warrior was a match for any of the men, but the other women, mostly ex-whores, were better at fucking and pretending to have orgasms.
In combat the women took slaps on their naked breasts or buttocks over and over again. But they did sometimes slap a man on the cock or balls. The gladiators were not used to training naked and they sometimes forgot to protect themselves.
If a woman fought especially badly she was punished in front of all the others. She had to sit on the ground with her legs wide apart and then put her arms back and lift her bottom off the ground like a crab. In this position her cunt lips were open and her breasts were naked and defenseless…
Drusila chose two gladiators to work on the woman. One slapped her on the cunt with his wooden sword while the other slapped her naked breasts. If her bottom touched the ground she was taken to a table where she sat on a gladiator’s cock, facing him, and rode him. Then they pulled her head down and the second man fucked her ass.

Twenty year-old Irene had always been a nice, decent girl. The kind of girl who obeyed her parents every wish and volunteered to help those in need. Just the kind of innocent young thing that the Penance club was most interested in. Irene was fated to pay penance for having such a good stable life and also pay for being such an innocent in a world in which most of it’s inhabitants are selfish or evil or both.
Irene’s protests against her treatment served only to make things harder on her; the Penance women enjoyed hurting her and making her accept her place. But those experienced ladies knew that pain and suffering weren’t enough to overcome Irene’s learned and innate innocence; only when she was subjected to repeated and nonstop humiliation and realized the hopelessness of her situation would she be ready to begin her new life as a whore.
For the next phase of Irene’s training, Wilbur had been chosen to help prepare her. Wilbur. Short, dumpy, doughy and dim-witted Wilbur. Wilbur drooled and couldn’t carry on a decent conversation, but Wilbur had a fat, ten-inch cock and a set of low-hanging balls that seemed to churn up an almost endless supply of thick cum that made him a terrifying late-night visitor to any slavegirl’s cell. And even more of a horror to Irene when she was given to him to share his cell and serve as his steady girlfriend.
We advise you to treat Wilbur well, they told Irene. He gets frustrated easily and can get very unpleasant if he doesn’t get everything he wants from a girl. That’s why he was in that asylum for the criminally insane where we found him.
Irene could only tremble fearfully that night when Wilbur came back to his cell to meet his own personal girl. “Wilbur hurt you,” the slug-like man muttered, drooling. “Then Wilbur fuck you.”
“No! No, Wilbur! You don’t need to hurt me,” Irene pleaded. She desperately laid down on the stained mattress and spread her legs.

“What are you doing!? Tom, please! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Mary cried.
Tom had flipped her onto her belly and, digging his knee into her lower back, wrenched her arms behind her back and began binding her wrists with thick rope.
“You’re gonna fucking learn! You don’t fuck with me by fucking other men! I’m gonna take you someplace where you’ll learn to become a proper fucking wife!” Tom said, slapping some duct tape around her eyes.
“Please, Tom, you’re scaring me! Just divorce me! Please, I won’t contest anything! I swear!”
“Shut the fuck up, you dumb cunt, I’m tired of listening to your fucking whining!” Tom said, covering her mouth with more duct tape. “Now get up and let’s go.”

“Any last words bitch?” he said “I’ll be sure to show your sister the video of this before I do the same thing to her. This is what happens to women with too much attitude.”
Andrea thought of her years spent in college, all the sacrifices she had made to graduate at the top of her class, never getting married never having children, all so she could have a successful career. She had worked so hard.
“It can’t end like this!” she thought. “It can’t!”

As time passed, they grew less careful about their meetings, which sometimes took place in the intimacy of the Empress’s chambers. One night when the Imperial Megacraft was flying over the Ganimia quadrant, the old Emperor had a rare attack of lust and shuffled into his wife’s bedchamber. His hard-on was flopping absurdly like a blind worm gasping for air. He found his wife and the young Captain groaning and grunting together…
“Bastards! Bastards, both of you!” he shouted. “Treacherous bastards! A whore and a mercenary, you make a fine pair of traitors! We’ll see how you fuck with your cock cut off! And we’ll see how you fuck with your cunt sewn up and your tits removed!”
Helmek Varkonem picked up his gun and pointed it at the Emperor’s head. For a moment his finger hesitated on the trigger. He was pointing his gun at the Master of the Galaxy, the destroyer of the planets Xaga and Dion, the builder of Ringstone…
Chance or destiny had put the most powerful man in the galaxy in his hands… It was now or never…

“You fucking treacherous SLUT!” Tom yelled, punctuating his sentence by viciously backhanding his wife.
“AIEEEGHHH!” Mary screeched as she went down. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she felt like it would burst, the blood roaring through her ears so loudly she couldn’t even hear what Tom was saying now.
She curled up into a ball, clutching her face and sobbing into the carpet.
“You dumb piece of shit, you fucking cow, how could you do this to me? You just stay right there you fucking useless whore!” Tom said, leaving her cowering on the floor.
Mary couldn’t even understand what was happening, Tom had never hit her before. He’d never even raised his voice. That was the whole reason she’d married him, because he seemed like a harmless old man with lots of money. She didn’t even recognize the Tom she had just seen…

“Oh, please, Uncle Neil! Please let me go!” Natalie’s pleas came between disjointed breaths caused by Neil’s jolting fucking that rocked her body to and fro.
“Uhhhh, Uh, Ahhhhhh..,” distant Uncle Neil grunted as he nuzzled Natalie’s sweaty neck while continuing to plow her 19 year-old tight pussy with his sizeable cock. He was proud of the size, girth and hardness of his cock. Bigger than most younger guys and able to maintain it’s hardness a lot longer, too. Right now he was giving this semi-niece of his a thorough demonstration of just how vigorous a fucker an old man like him could be….
It had all began when Natalie had called her Uncle Neil to ask if she could stay at his place temporarily while she searched for a job and her own place in the city. She had only met Uncle Neil a couple of times when he had traveled downstate to attend family parties or gatherings at her house. She had noticed that a few family members – including her mother – seemed to be openly hostile toward Uncle Neil and there were a couple of whispers about some less-than-steller deeds committed some time in the past. But gossip and backbiting were common at those family gatherings and Natalie put it down as things that could be ignored. A wrong assumption.
Arriving at Uncle Neil’s place of residence, Natalie was initiallytaken aback at the derelict-looking building in which he had a basement apartment. But Natalie was more concerned with having a place to live than the looks of the place. Only when Uncle Neil opened his door did Natalie get her first feeling of uneasiness.
“Uncle Neil, what’s with the chains on the door and all the handcuffs and stuff?”
“Got them just for you, sweetie,” Uncle Neil laughed as he grabbed Natalie by her throat…

Tina had begged and begged her husband to take her with him on his hunting trip this time. But as soon as they’d arrived at the cabin, some man in a mask had snuck up behind them and taken them prisoner. Now Tina stared across the room at what was left of her husband. He was tied up and about to watch her get fucked yet again. Tina knew it was all her fault.

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