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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!”

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The outposts were full of people who had made the Emperor very angry. That included all the women he had grown weary of, sometimes after just a few weeks…
The outposts were situated all over the asteroid ring known as the Ringstone. They were border stations, once again needed in the fight against the Doregos, a huge-cocked species which the Black Planet captured and used to penetrate rebel slaves. Recently the Black Planet had also got involved in fighting a new generation of Xagian rebels, among them the female warrior sect of Raxa. It was rumored that the Raxians were the secret sect that had captured and abused him when he was young. They were highly organized fighters and they used their sexual powers to attract specialized weapons engineers from different parts of the galaxy, kidnapping them if necessary. Raxians launched the most effective and most coordinated attacks on the Black Empire. More at BDSM Photos 24/7 It was said that they sometimes castrated captured soldiers, although this rumor could never be confirmed.

The rules of the Emperor’s harem were based on pain and pleasure. They were implacable. Every so often the mature women were purged. This was done by a series of harem regeneration tests known as the “Maturalias”. The oldest women, all of them over 40 years old, were subjected to severe tests to establish if they were still worth a place in the harem. In these tests they had to show their worth as the Emperor’s concubine in tests of pain resistance, sexual skills and ability to withstand severe penetration.
Those who failed the tests were condemned to spending the rest of their days in much-feared confinement centers, or were made to participate in the Pain Festival. In this festival the Emperor’s concubines were submitted to the cruelest punishments purely to satisfy the whims of the Great Master of the Empire, as the Emperor now called himself. Those who were able to withstand all kinds of humiliating abuse were allowed to stay in the harem.
The Pain Festival is the high point of the Maturalias. Pain is administered in a special arena known as the Painkorror. It is full of the most blood-chilling instruments of torture. Most of the spectators are the cruel inhabitants of the Black Planet, who sit on the terraces drooling over the horrendous torture sessions. The Emperor Helmekios sits on his sacred throne, surrounded by female slaves who have passed the tests and who are allowed to serve him with their glistening naked bodies.

Drusila had never kept a brothel, but there were always whores following the gladiators from town to town, and over the years she had come to an agreement with some of them. She acted as an unofficial manager, arranging meetings with local officials or merchants in exchange for a cut in the profits. Now her idea was to prepare something special for the primus of the games, using men and women.
Recently a new consignment of slaves had arrived from the North Way. They were blonde, blue-eyed barbarians who fought very well. Their swords were always sharp because the many small tribes in that area were always fighting each other.
Drusila’s first thought was to hire female gladiators, who were proving popular with the crowds at that time. But she decided to do something a little different. She wanted a woman who was strong and skilful with weapons, but was also beautiful and sensual. At the end of the contest the blonde warrior would be fucked by all the gladiators. Her enforced orgasms would be impressive and powerful, Drusila thought. Where was the fun in watching a meek, submissive slave have an orgasm?
Drusila had learnt that a beautiful woman was in prison waiting to be crucified for murdering her Master. She went to the prison to take a look at her.

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.

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…