ICE CAVES OF THE UNDER-CITY
By STARGRAVES



CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1 PLANET FALL					PAGE 6
CHAPTER 2 THE ICE CAVES				PAGE 26
CHAPTER 3 THE DARK CHAMBERS			PAGE 53
CHAPTER 4 INTO THE CITY				PAGE 82
CHAPTER 5 THE INVASION BEGINS			PAGE 111
CHAPTER 6 THE SLAVE PLANET				PAGE 131
CHAPTER 7 DOMINATION EARTH			PAGE 162



Prologue: Events in PLANET SEX

THE YEAR 2146

Across the gulf of space, endless planets whirled and spun about their stars. Billions of galaxies stretched across distances inconceivable. Suns exploded, gas clouds burned, and rogue comets struck distant worlds totally annihilating them. A massive cosmic theatre of events unfolded across billions of years, too huge for the human mind to conceive, too vast in scope for their cognition to grasp, and although dwarfed by the interstellar ballet of the cosmos, mankind had not been idle. In their scant few millennia, they had spread from their home world and colonised numerous planets. Some colonies were lost but others thrived becoming wholly independent, as back home, the people of Earth warred, one nation against the next, until the planet was ravaged by radiation. A new society rose phoenix-like from the ashes of the battle scarred Earth, a female dominated society, and by the middle of the 22nd century all men were enslaved.

But, while the men of Earth cowered under the stiletto heel of female rule, scarred by the whip and cringing beneath the glare of their Dominatrix rulers, one of the lost colonies regarded the planet from afar and drew its plans against the female sovereigns of the war ravaged planet. Doctor Hamilton Krell once an eminent colonist leader, regarded the Earth in malevolent contemplation, and turning on the women of his own planet, created for all free males a dark paradise on his distant world. The Planet X-260-9104 in the Dogstar nebula. A world in which every female was enslaved and utilised as a bondage sex toy, a world in which pleasure was the only priority. Under Dr. Krell, the colonists had created a fertile oasis of exuberance and life on the dark planet, deep in the farthest, coldest fringe of charted space A tiny haven lost in the void.

Lost, but not forgotten. The ministers of Earth's Central Command, (ECC) alarmed by the dangerously low numbers of sterile men remaining due to the terrible pollution, sent to the stars their finest ships on missions to retrieve colonist males for breeding stock. Dr. Krell, already intent on keeping up his constant supply of Earth women kidnapped by his secret operatives and transported to Planet X via a hidden Antarctic space port, made his move. Like a chess master leading his unsuspecting opponent into a trap, he captured the initial flagship and its crew, and adding insult to injury the emergency rescue ship too, as they came to Planet X in search of men. With his advanced technology, Krell was able to cover his tracks by sending faked reports back to Earth and as the months passed the captured girls from the downed ships were trained as sex toys, and put to use in Krell's massive base. As Earth's Central Command waited impatiently for the return of the two star ships Hyperion and Shenendoah, Dr. Krell advanced his plans to enslave the women of Earth by using his underground movement called "The Paradise Sect." An organisation touted as preserving the precious wildlife and flora of the ravaged world, but in reality a front for Krell's kidnapping and influencing of the Earth's female political and military leaders.

Dr. Krell's scheme appeared to be going to plan, until an escape occurred from Planet X. Two female sex slaves were trying to get back to Earth to warn their fellow women of the impending invasion. But to the girls' horror, the ship was pre-programmed to take them straight to the hidden Antarctic base along an undetectable radar corridor and into the clutches of the sinister Zorn, Krell's eldest son. As a last ditch attempt to warn Earth, the two girls launch the freighter's locked escape pods, hoping against hope that they'd show up on Earth's radar defence screens and draw notice to the craft's arrival, and alert the Central Command to the impending threat posed by Dr. Krell.


ICE CAVES OF THE UNDER-CITY
By STARGRAVES

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PLANET FALL

Across the swirling icy blizzard that scarred the white Antarctic permafrost, the sound of the escaped D class freighter's engines echoed like thunder. The ship arced across the sky leaving twin vapour trails like massive scars against the expanse of heavy grey cloud. Only Dr. Krell's agents knew of its presence on Earth, shielded as it was from the ECC's radars by his advanced jamming technology. Suddenly there was a flash from the port side and a black spherical pod launched from the craft and hurtled into the stratosphere. Another flash occurred a few seconds later, and a second pod blasted free. The two occupants of the freighter met on the bridge. Carrie Simmons and Latara de Ville, once fierce rivals at the Space Training Academy now thrust together in a desperate attempt to flee the clutches of the sadistic Dr Krell. Carrie had been used as an executive sex toy attached to a massive revolving steel carousel at the centre of Krell's volcanic crater base. For months she had been repeatedly ridden by relaxing colonists and free men smuggled from Earth by Krell's operatives. She was technically the property of Tyler. A man, who just a few months back, had been her personal slave and servant. In her escape bid she had stunned him with a low wattage blast from a hidden laser gun, and she had even killed one of Krell's sons. A fact that ran through her mind as she sat in the control chair of the freighter, her hands clenching fearfully at the thought of what form the Doctor's revenge would take. A shiver ran through her as she saw the icy reaches of the horizon. It was a far cry from Dr Krell's base. He had turned the alien environment into a miniature landscaped version of Earth before the neutron war. She had seen rabbits, squirrels and birds, real ones! Alive and not just stuffed in museums. Trees and grass were everywhere! On Earth she miserably remembered, only the exceedingly rich could buy a tree or a plot of radiation free land! If it weren't for the Krell's humiliating slavery, the place would be a paradise!

Standing beside Carrie, and equally as fearful of her impending fate, Latara de Ville trembled. She had been a pony transport on Krell's world. Initially the Captain of the flagship Shenedoah, a position she attained at Carrie's expense by using her mother's powerful political influence, she was now strapped into an elaborate steel and leather harness which turned her into a four legged beast. With her limbs bent double and strapped tightly in place by her shiny latex suit, four steel leg extensions projected from her elbows and knees giving her an equine appearance. Her head was thrust forward and held in place by a thick metal collar and her breasts swung free beneath her, steel weights dangling from her nipple chains. Together they watched the landscape blur past beneath them as they approached the base hidden from the rest of the world.

*****

Adelle Shelley shrugged off her jacket in the privacy of her secret control room. She had been enduring an exhaustive series of business and military meetings concerning the future of interstellar commerce and it felt good to slough off her uniform as if discarding the pressures of her job. She placed a tobacco tablet on her tongue and bit through the shell. It was a healthy alternative to the cancer sticks of ages gone by, and yet still gave the full hit of nicotine. She blew a stream of purely artificial smoke from her mouth and enjoyed the stimulating rush the pill gave her as she watched the numerous vid-screens before her.

She was a tall brunette in her early forties with perfect skin and the figure of a woman half her age. She'd been working as one of Krell's operatives for over twenty years now. As chairwoman of Interstellar Freight, the world's biggest interplanetary shipping company, and member of the senate council of twelve, she'd had a large say in picking the crews of the ships sent to Planet X, knowing full well the fate of the girls on board. She had diligently selected the best looking women to send, knowing Krell's particular taste in girls from her own first hand experience. She'd had an affair with Krell briefly when she was younger. He had awakened the darkest of passions inside her and she now worked for him through the "Paradise Sect," organising clandestine fund raising events, inviting the beautiful and rebellious daughters of heads of state to participate, and who were often never heard from again. Packaged and sent to Planet X, the women were used as fresh stock for Krell's amusement. They had only spent a short time together, a few months of experimentation and indulgences that would make the Marquis de Sade blush and Leopold von Sacher-Masoch to look away, but he had shown her the full potential of her femininity and aroused in her insatiable lusts. Adelle was quite a fifth columnist, but her allegiance to Krell's philosophy was more than just political. She was a full on, hardcore bondage freak.

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Above her hanging from the ceiling of Adelle's hi-tech secret command centre situated at the heart of Capital City, was a bound and gagged woman. One of the top-ranked flight-commanders of the Tokyo based Eastern Freight Corporation no less. She had been taken a few months back by one of the Paradise Sect's smash and grab kidnappings that were occasionally blamed on dissident political factions or rebellious slaves, and as a result, the abduction went unsolved. Once Adelle had heard that one of the females acquired for the Antarctic base had been one of her main business competitors she just had to commandeer the girl! The oriental looked down at the room below full of flashing vid-screens and beeping control consoles, with large tearful brown eyes. Her olive skin was stretched and bulging as she supported her own weight by the numerous ringed piercings through which chains, arranged almost like a spider's web across the ceiling kept her in place. She swayed slightly as she breathed slowly, the black strapping biting deeply into her flesh, so tightly that she could only catch her breath in short, shallow gasps. Her long jet-black hair had been completely shorn to demoralise her, and in the three weeks that she'd been suspended, not a single word of explanation had been proffered. 

The kidnapped executive could speak no English and as a consequence, she had no idea as to which particular crime she was supposed to have committed to be placed in such an awful predicament. The hilt of a huge, bulbous double pronged dildo projected form her exposed rear, buzzing slightly to increase the woman's torment. It was on such a low setting that she couldn't quite bring herself off, despite clenching her vagina about the thickness. A small puddle on the floor directly beneath her crotch was a testament to the level of stimulation that she had attained and, hideously unable to satisfy herself, there was a corresponding damp patch of tears directly beneath her head.

Adelle watched the progress of the arriving shuttle on the screens in front of her, following it intently as it crossed Antarctica, under orders from Krell to monitor its descent from her private apartments in Capital City to prevent any mishaps. She was quite annoyed that Krell had blundered so badly in letting the women escape in the first place. If it had of been her, she would have blasted the craft apart before it had even left the atmosphere of Planet X. She sat back relaxing slightly. Their journey was almost over and they hadn't much time left to cause any more mischief. Zorn would take good care of them when they landed! Adelle shifted her position on the swivel chair, and it gasped in pleasure. Two weeks ago, the chair had been a servant called Kaleb, but a clumsy spillage while serving dinner had condemned him to his current position. He was enmeshed in a steel harness that forced him into a sitting position, centring him over a revolving base with four wheels at each corner. He was basically moulded into the shape of a human chair, but with an artificially induced erection constantly jutting from the centre of the seat. Adelle wriggled her pert behind on his lap, enjoying the slippery feel of the rock hard throbbing penis as she slithered up and down its length. He was hooded and gagged to prevent articulation as she used him to bring herself off and ease the monotony any of watching the pre-ordained flight path. The drug she'd administered to him earlier would ensure the erection lasted at least another seven hours and prevented any possibility of his ejaculating. Not that it would matter even if he could, as like 98% of Earth males, he was sterile.

Adelle's screen suddenly lit up with flashing warning lights! She instantly spotted a radar station that was monitoring an unidentified descent in Antarctica. How could they possibly see the shuttle? It was supposed to be in the secure jamming corridor! She jammed the tracking station a fraction of a second later. Despite the alert, the feedback from the tracking station was good. They had seen it for an instant and no further checks were being made. It was dismissed as a glitch, at the very most a reflection from somewhere else or a failing circuit. The station was oblivious as Adelle's sophisticated systems monitored and shielded the erratic descent. The smile of satisfaction froze on her lips though, as a second blip appeared. What the fuck was going on? She hadn't expected two signals. And they weren't moving like a shuttle was supposed to travel; they were spiralling almost like... She whirled on her swivelling chair, the gagged man gasping as his member was pulled uncomfortably hard, and checked a different screen. The shuttle was still on course and shielded by the Antarctic jamming system. The two radar contacts hadn't been the shuttle at all: they were its escape pods!

The first pod was successfully hidden but the second! Damn, she didn't have a secondary signal to hide it. Adelle threw a switch and sent a burst of scrambler through the tracking station's mainframe. It would slow them down and distort their instruments, giving them false co-ordinates for the escape pod's touchdown, but that was the best she could do! Cursing Krell, she ran through a number of possible scenarios. The tracking station followed the pod down. Its instruments would say the pod dropped fifty miles to the East of its actual impact. That should give the Antarctic guys enough time to get out there and recover the evidence before any investigation could be made. Also if Earth Central Command were going to send in a search party, it would be best if she could be on the committee to pick the crew. There were a number of military pilots, not only suited to the mission, but also attractive enough to be valuable to Krell and politically powerful enough to need removing for her own ends.

*****

The shuttle continued its descent. Carrie and Latara could do nothing more. The ship slowed to a hover above the ice field of Antarctica, then the ground beneath them parted to reveal a massive concealed landing bay. The women looked disconsolately out of the windows as their craft lowered inside the gaping chasm and the doors closed over the shuttle. They could hear the retros firing and felt a faint judder pass through the ship as it touched down. The systems around them on the bridge winked off one by one leaving them stranded. The loading doors opened and they heard footsteps as a number of men appeared on the bridge.

The leading man, a tall Aryan with short-cropped hair and a number of father facial piercings stepped forward. "Welcome to the ice caves, my has told me all about you!"

"Zorn?" Carrie guessed.

"The same." He gestured to the well-muscled guards next to him. "Seize them."

Despite their fiercest struggling, they were grabbed by the brutes, whose strength Carrie had underestimated. Her martial combat training was rusty after the past few months as a sex toy and her blows were easily parried before arms like bands of steel enclosed her and she was helpless. Latara was easily rounded on. She tried in vain to lash out a foreleg, but couldn't raise it sufficiently high enough. The two women were firmly held as Zorn advanced on them. He carried a large black attaché case, and as soon as Carrie saw it, she felt a terrifying wave of déjà vu. Surely, she reasoned, he wasn't intent on inflicting further bodily piercings as his father had before him? Zorn rested the briefcase on the console between them and observed for himself the quality of his father's escaped merchandise. 

Carrie was a tall lithe brunette with long hair that fell halfway down her bare back. She glared at him with undisguised hatred, her pretty face contorted. Her large breasts trembled slightly as she squirmed in the iron grip of Zorn's guard.

"My father, Doctor Krell, is a very creative man." He began. "But in his vast imagining, I find he can occasionally drift from the vitality of the moment. He sometimes neglects to see things through to their conclusion. I am on the other hand, much more precise. You should never have been in a position to escape."

"Save your rhetoric Zorn. I've heard your father ramble like this before, the pair of you are as sick as each other!" Carrie snarled from between clenched teeth.

"Ah." He smiled. "I think you'll find that I am the sickest."

He removed a piercing gun from the case. It was slightly smaller than Krell's weapon. Carrie looked at it and noticed that it only had one trigger. Her eyebrows raised. When she'd had her nipples pierced, Carrie remembered Krell's gun had two triggers. One to make the piercing, and the second to punch the ring through.

"That's right my dear, I don't even give you the option of the puncturing needle. You get the sharpened rings punched straight in and spot welded shut. Permanent, and very, very painful." He grinned broadly and gestured   to one of the remaining guards. "Spread her legs and hold her still, I see that my father has missed a spot."

The realisation hit Carrie like a hammer blow! "No!"

"I could have you gagged right now, but I do so enjoy the screams." Smiled Zorn.

The guards took a leg each and pulled them apart. She kicked as best she could, her hips rolling in their grasp, but they were just too strong for her. She was lifted high so as to expose her sex to Zorn. Carrie's head fell back so she couldn't see him approach with the piercing gun. He carefully measured out by eye, the distance needed for each piercing, before gently pulling out her vaginal lips and stretching them between thumb and forefinger, savouring the delicacy of the flesh before nodding to the guards to prepare themselves for the girl's reaction. He placed the cold steel of the gun onto the edge of the tender labia and depressed the trigger, punching the ring of glittering metal through her sex.

Her reaction, as predicted, was violent. She bucked and threshed in their grasp and desperately she tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to break the guard's hold. She clenched her teeth and tried not to scream despite the blazing pain that spread from her crotch. Zorn fired the gun again, and she squirmed in agony. He fired another two rings through her opposing vaginal lip and then, with a click of a dial, set the gun to administer thicker rings. He pinched her clitoral hood and forced the pink bud into the open. He admired for a moment, the small pearl of flesh, which was the centre of female sensation. He knew there were millions upon millions of delicate nerve endings contained in the clit, and it gave him all the more pleasure to puncture it. He fired a ring into the bud and Carrie screamed long and loud. Her voice echoing along the corridors of the ice cavern outside the hold. Men working in earshot paused and enjoyed the sound of female distress. Many, in their life of oppressive servitude under women's rule before escaping to Antarctica, had never heard a woman scream and it was a thrilling sensation for them as the high pitched voice, latent with pheromonal attraction to them, warbled, sending shivers down a number of spines.

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Zorn stepped away from the exposed crotch, admiring the shining rings that now adorned the reddened blood engorged petals of her sex before indicating to the guards to put her down. Her legs trembled and gave way. The waves of pain, he marvelled, must be pretty intense. No matter. He instructed the guard to hold her head. Through tear blurred vision she could see him brandish the gun in front of her face and could even smell the flavour of her own juices on his fingers.

He positioned the gun at her top lip and before she could even try to recoil, jammed it against the underside of her nose and fired a thick metal ring through her philtrum. The pain was too much and she slumped weakly in their grasp. Zorn clasped the newly installed ring and pulled her head up with it, she made a keening wail and her eyes flickered open. Carrie could vaguely sense that he was talking to her but through the red mist of her pain, couldn't hear a word. He slapped her sharply a few times and she blinked back more tears.

"I said, I'll have no slacking here. You will take this pain which I offer and learn to love it. You will crave the pain I have to give to you. In time you will actually need it to nourish your very soul. A life without pain will soon seem as terrible to you as a life with sounds now!" Zorn allowed his words to sink in. He had taken his father's techniques and philosophies of female bondage and given them his own personal spin. He had five women at his own private disposal on this base and each one begged and wept to be beaten every night before he left them as opposed to spend a night without the memory of hot pain to warm their flesh.

Zorn was a trained psychiatrist. He had been born in space when the colonists first left Earth and had chosen not to be frozen into cryogenics after his fifth year, choosing instead at such an early age to develop his mental skills and further his education. By the time he was fifteen he could read personalities and emotions like an average person would read books. A few words, body posture and tone of voice, were like a detailed character reference to Zorn. He could tell within minutes if he would get along with a colleague, and consequently he became an excellent manager on the colonist base choosing work details of maximum efficiency and co- operation potentials. There were very few unhappy men working for Zorn. He was proud when his father sent him to this base and since he had established the centre, his conversion rate of females to total bondage slaves had been a hundred percent successful.

Zorn felt that his father lacked his own intrinsic insight into the nature and personality of the individuals that they harvested. He could see that neither Latara, despite her protestations of loyalty, nor Carrie, had been entirely converted into submissives in the first place. He would rectify this. He would get into their minds and turn them inside out. Once he was finished with them, they would plead to be lashed at his feet rather than be sent to the comparative freedom and safety of the outside world!

Carrie breathed heavily, her entire body quivering and tingling from the pain of the multiple piercings. Endorphins, the body's natural defence mechanism against pain, coursed through her system causing her to sweat and shiver. Her nose was reddened and she looked deliciously vulnerable held by the enormous and powerful guardsman. Her slender, pale limbs were delicately contrasted against the massively bulky arms and hands that held her upright in a vice like grip.

He was satisfied that she had been sufficiently traumatised to begin with. There was something about her though that he didn't like. Some kind of feigned acceptance of his attentions, that seemed to belie an inner motive. Perhaps though, she was just slowly going into shock. Still he thought he saw something in the glint of her tear stained eyes that still clung to hope despite the impossibility of the position he offered her.

He moved to Latara who immediately affected a submissive stance. Her eyes wide and yearning. Strapped as she was into her pony transport harness, there was little he couldn't do anything to her. He unclasped the saddle from the harness and let it fall to the floor exposing her rear. She began to tremble beneath his touch. He shook his head. The girl obviously had expected some sort of preferential treatment as she was a favourite of his father's, despite witnessing his work on Carrie. She needed to be reminded of her place.

"May I speak sir?" She dared to say.

"Asking permission to speak? While already physically speaking? Isn't that a little bit of an asinine query?" Zorn clapped his heavy hand on her rump, not so much as a slap more of a bemused pat, and the flesh of her behind quivered.

"May I." She half whispered.

He withdrew a length of leather cord from his belt and shook it loose. "Krell said he had something special planned for me. May I speak, please master?"

Zorn took a few brisk steps backwards and whipped a leather strap across her behind as hard as he could.

She bellowed unexpectedly at the sudden burst of shocking agony. Her legs shook and she staggered. For an instant Latara resembled a new born foal on shaky legs, still getting to grips with the new life around it. Zorn lashed her again on the backstroke of his first swing, the leather biting into the backs of her thighs with a white-hot sting of pure violence. He would give Latara no time at all to adjust to the new life that he had in store for her!

She wailed in agony and instantly regretted her stupidity. She should have known that just because he was Krell's son, he wouldn't necessarily have been predisposed to show her any particular mercy in recognition of her position as Krell's personal transport. It was an idiotic thing to do to try and endear herself to him by pleading, but it had always been Latara's way. Whenever she saw the slightest opportunity, even when it wasn't apparently there in this case, she would affect an air of self-effacing humility to try and win friendships. She liked to let people underestimate her but this time it was she who had underestimated Zorn.

The lashes seemed to rain down on her relentlessly. In truth he had only given her a dozen. Each one driving the breath from her. She was almost choking with the pain as she could hardly draw a gasp of air in between each falling of the whip as he criss-crossed her rump and flanks. Blinded by tears, she fought to keep herself upright, and her rear legs seemed in danger of collapsing under the onslaught, but the tightly bound pony frame held her upright and unyieldingly thrust her behind out to meet each stroke. There was no escape, exposed, as she was, to Zorn's furious attack, the soft skin of her behind rose in a series of livid welts.

Abruptly Zorn broke off the whipping and walked around to face the crying woman. He gripped her cheeks squeezing her mouth closed painfully. His fingers pressing so hard he could feel the ridges of her molars through the skin. His face moved closer to hers and his fierce eyes burned unflinchingly into her. "Never, ever, speak out loud to me. You can whimper, sob and even scream, but don't even think that you are in any position to utter a coherent word. You are no longer a human being. You are a commodity!" 

Her terrified eyes were impossibly wide and her eyelashes flickered as a fresh flow of tears ran down her face. She couldn't prevent herself from sobbing. Her breathing came in short staccato gasps as her ribs constricted uncontrollably and spasmodically as she fought to regain control of herself despite the terrible memory of each burning stroke, and the waves of pain that still trembled through her frame. The choking sobs eventually subsided and the flow of tears ran dry. Ever so slowly, Zorn let go of her face, leaving for a while, white bloodless fingerprints on her cheeks. She quivered in fear as Zorn glared at her. He seemed to be deep in thought for a moment, his evil gaze freezing her to the spot. He seemed to be analysing her, almost looking into her very mind. Latara began to understand the meaning of fear as she felt his eyes boring into her. The tension became unbearable, and a few moments before she knew she would begin to cry again, he seemed to decide on something and turned away. She let out her breath slowly, the faintest of shivers making her sigh shaky and uneven.

Zorn returned to his attaché case. He removed something and returned to stand immediately in front of Latara. He held up what looked like a large black rubber gum shield. It differed however by having a thick and long hollow internal projection. Latara began to physically shake with fear as he held it before her. Two guards held her firmly and Zorn thrust the mouthpiece into place. The projection filled her entire mouth, trapping her tongue beneath its length. Zorn held her jaw firmly shut with his left hand. "It will help if you bite down on the gag. It may lessen the pain." He felt her jaw muscles bulge as she reflexively followed his instruction. In truth it wouldn't lessen the pain at all. In fact, all it did was make his task easier.

He raised the piercing gun and forced the muzzle over the right side of her lips. Latara's eyes widened in horror as she realised his intention, but it was too late.

She felt rather than heard the click of the trigger and could feel the ends of the metal ring as it punctured her top and bottom lips simultaneously. The pain was excruciatingly intense as the two halves of the ring met, crackled with a burst of electricity that sealed the ring permanently and joined her lips together. Swiftly before the shock was replaced by genuine agony, Zorn fired a second ring through the left half of her mouth. He let go and she roared with pain, her scream escaping through the hollow gag and emitting from the narrowed aperture between the rings.

Latara couldn't believe what he'd done. Zorn had actually stapled her lips closed to stop her from talking. It was a horrific act that seemed massively out of proportion to her crime. In fact Latara hadn't believed that she'd even committed any wrong doing. She had been forced at gunpoint to take Carrie to the shuttle bay, and then all she'd done was asked to be able to speak! Her entire body was alive with pain, it throbbed across her behind and it blazed across her face. She could hardly focus on the room around her and her mind reeled with the knowledge of the unbelievable abuse done to her person. Coherent thought or rationalisation escaped her. She looked up questioningly into Zorn's eyes.

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He was smiling broadly. He adjusted the dial on the piercing gun to produce a thicker diameter ring and punched it into her nose. The loud snap causing a fresh flood of tears and muted tortured sobs. She tried to breathe through her constricted and filled mouth, and the breath seemed to whistle through the thin gap of her clamped shut lips. Latara began to fight for breath, gulping in air. She couldn't open her mouth and her nose was too painful to breathe through. Suddenly she felt claustrophobic, as if the thick gag that filled her mouth was suffocating her. Her panicked heartbeat began to increase and tears started to run down her face.

Zorn stepped back and admired the two beauties. They would soon be his in body and mind! The demonstration of his brutality was a mere taster. He knew that the women would now be bordering on a state of shock and despite the fact that they had already suffered extreme torment and been pushed to the limit of endurance by his father, this was nothing compared to what he had to do to break them utterly. A guard arrived carrying a number of cases. Zorn took one from him and placed it on the console. Carrie was half pulled, half dragged, along the floor until she was before him. The guards hefted her to her feet and she hung weakly in their grasp. He removed a metal collar and brushing her long dark hair away from her shoulders, clamped the cold steel around her delicate and slender neck. The collar snapped shut and Zorn turned a dial at the rear, constricting the shining steel, until it was tight to her skin. Carrie stood pliantly shivering in front of him. She sniffed a few tears back and swallowed hard, feeling her neck restricted by the unflinching metal. Zorn removed a set of anklets and bracelets and clamped them firmly to the girl. She stood trembling, the metal adorning her glittering and contrasting to the softness of her skin. She would make a beautiful slave, and when she was fully his, she would make an excellent agent of the Paradise Sect.

Zorn turned to the panting form of Latara and instructed the guards to remove her pony girl harness. It would be quite unsuitable on the occasionally rocky and icy terrain of the Ice base. They began by unclasping the massive leather and metal bands that crossed her torso and were attached to the thick collar that kept her head face forward. Removed of the harness her head fell forward, the muscles weakened by the months of misuse. The Pony harness removed, the guards lowered her onto her side to remove the four legs. As the straps came off, they left deep compressions in her skin where they had bitten deep. Her leg attachments were the last to be removed, the ankles finally unclasped from the backs of her thighs. With a gasp she allowed her legs to be straightened out. Months of misuse had left her calves in a weakened state. They decided to leave the nipple weights attached for the time being. As she stood vertically they pulled down on her breasts, but such was the constriction of the harness, the breasts retained their enforced spherical shape somewhat, despite the lack of support. Months in the harness had actually changed their shape. He was impressed.

Zorn appraised the two women. They had been conditioned for specific tasks back on Planet X, and areas of their fitness and muscle tone had suffered as a result. He would give them both a good workout that should restore their full potential once more. The guards pulled Latara to her feet, but the naked girl feebly slumped again back into a crouch, unused to supporting her whole weight on just her legs. The guards again hauled her up effortlessly, her feet barely connecting with the hull of the flight deck, as Zorn approached with her set of anklets, bracelets and collar. They were secured to her firmly and tightly. The two girls were now ready to be chained. Each collar and bracelet had a number of mounted rings positioned to offer a variety of ways to chain and restrain them in all manner of bodily contortions. For now though the chains were merely threaded through a number of their pierced rings and pulled tight. They criss-crossed their chests and back, going over the arms a number of times, through the bracelets, nipple rings and collar. Their arms were bound to their sides by the time the chains were clamped into place by a thumbprint-activated padlock that hung from the collar between their breasts. Zorn stood before Latara and smiled at her discomfort. The guards held her prone before him and she stared up totally vulnerable and naked, her arms tight to her sides, her upper body laden with shining metal, her legs, slightly spread, exposing her mons.

He pressed his left hand between her legs and she squirmed away from his touch with fear in her eyes. He pressed against her firmly and stroked her innermost lips with an extended digit. She looked away from his face and shut her eyes in shame and horror at his exploring. One of the guards took a handful of her hair and forced her to look into Zorn's face as he continued to finger her. The administrations were repellent to her and yet she couldn't break from Krell's conditioning enough to stop herself from getting wet. Zorn smiled again and raised an eyebrow as he felt the slippery fluid on his finger. She tried to clamp her thighs together; ashamed of her own bodies betrayal, but Zorn's powerful forearms widened them. He reached into his pocket and withdrew the piercing gun with his right hand. Latara closed her eyes and shook her head. Knowing enough now, not to even try and vocalise her terror, even if she could.

The guard who had brought the cases crouched behind her and took hold of her ankles keeping them held securely apart. Zorn's probing fingers withdrew slick with her fluid. He carefully spread her labia and positioned the gun over the delicate lips. He checked the diameter setting so as not to fire a nose ring through her clitoris by mistake and then pulled the trigger. Her reaction was predictable. The terrified bound girl tried to kick and scream, but was held firm. She shook her head violently as Zorn fired another three through her vaginal folds. The gag muted the screaming, but she still made a good loud noise. Zorn closed his eyes to savour the wails. He enjoyed listening to women screaming as much as some people enjoyed listening to Mahler or Beethoven. He took in every gasp, every pleading shriek as any trained musician would appreciate a perfectly sustained bend or glissando.

Latara went limp in their arms, spent and sobbing, she could fight no more. Zorn punctured her clit with the final ring and she bucked a few times and was still. Her breathing laboured and erratic punctuated by sobs and cries. He stepped back and replaced the piercing gun in its case. He removed from his left jacket pocket a small recorder. He had been taping their screams. These had been quite vocal in their protestations. That was good, thought Zorn, he would listen to this later and edit out the silences and talking parts so he could savour every note and timbre of the symphony of pain.

Carrie looked on, horrified at the dangerous young lunatic. He had been right. His father was a pussy compared to him! Zorn turned to the guards. "Take them outside." He smiled as they were dragged out to the hold and into the massive hangar.

Carrie and Latara gasped as they saw for the first time, the extent of the Antarctic Base. Their shuttle had landed in a massive cavern. Five other ships were spread comfortably around, ranging from cargo freighters to a massive assault ship. In the distance they could see buildings like vast columns reaching to support the roof of the cavern which yawned high over their heads dripping with daggered stalactites of ice. It was like a vast underground city. The cavern was freezing, and already Carrie had begun to shiver uncontrollably, sheen of frost beginning to form on the chains around her. Heavily clothed men were bristling around the ships, repairing and modifying, no doubt to Krell's demanding and ingenious specifications, the girls thought. They could also see dark shapes writhing in the background, Kraken, the indigenous tentacled life of Planet sex. They were humanoid creatures that resembled a cross between a hulking gorilla and a tentacled sea monster. Their nightmare eyes glowing redly as they worked, strangely attired in protective gear to prevent them suffering from the cold, they writhed on fluxing coils of tentacles as they transported hunks of equipment, and everywhere there was the sound of clanking machinery. "Welcome to the Ice Caves of the Undercity." He said and made a sweeping, almost theatrical, gesture across the view.

2
THE ICE CAVES

Adelle's monitoring was interrupted by an electronic buzz from her vid- phone. She slid off the chair and left her console. She jabbed a button and the wall closed behind her. Adelle waited a moment for it to slide fully into place before approaching the vid-screen in her main living annex. The secret room was now safely hidden from view behind her as she answered the call. The Flight Admiral of Earth central control addressed her from the centre of the screen. Around the edge of the monitor, she saw the faces of the remaining council members. Clearly they were in the process of taking a vote. This was a serious breach of Krell's security. Adelle feigned surprise. She had been expecting this call, they might even instigate a search of the area, but it had come faster than she'd allowed for. Barely ten minutes had elapsed since the second pod ejected. Adelle had been reconnoitring potential crew for the craft and had eliminated her list down to two. She would have to decide quickly who to nominate. Luckily, she owned most of the military's smaller ships and half of their search and rescue fleet. There were so few accidents these days that the military were happy to continue spending on massive hardware and battle ships, content to let a franchise cover the running costs of the smaller transports. She had easily won the bid, and her pilots were easily the match of the ECC's fighting force.

"Chairwoman, "The flight admiral began, "We have picked up an unidentified signal from Antarctica. The telemetry would imply a falling escape pod, and yet there were no vehicles in the area and no recorded distress signal. The committee have decided to investigate."

Adelle cursed inwardly. She had initially hoped that they would let it go. "I understand, this could be quite a serious matter! Do you have a fixed co-ordinate of the landing site?"

"Not exactly, it appears that there must have been some sort of nuclear storm spinning across the Atlantic which distorted the radar, but we have enough to pinpoint it within ten square miles."

"I see, and have you assigned a crew yet?"

"We are in the process of nomination." The view screen window divided equally into twelve sections, each containing the likeness of the committee members. She nodded a general acknowledgement to them and continued her discourse. "We understand that you have a number of ships and crew nearest the pin pointed site stationed in the Nu-Brazilian desert slave compound."

"Affirmative. I can personally recommend Siobhan Westwood for the pilot. She has extensive Arctic conditions experience and is a specialist in low level reconnaissance."

There were already three candidates nominated thus far for the pilot, and each of the twelve Senate council members voted simultaneously on their preferred candidate for the mission. Siobhan Westwood won.

"That's settled. The radar crew will contact Siobhan and I'll get the crew of the rescue shuttle Xerxes online and brief them immediately." The women agreed and the vid-screen went blank. Adelle was pleased that her particular nominee was chosen. Siobhan was something of a looker, and quite a hard line feminist. Her type was the most dangerous types to contend with, and would conceivably be the most difficult types to overthrow when Krell's male revolution came. It would be prudent to dispose of her now, as she could conceivably be quite an opponent. Adelle sighed. It wearied her sometimes how women could constantly delude themselves into believing that they were superior to males. It was so patently untrue. She hoped that given time, Siobhan would learn to enjoy a life under male domination, as she had learned to years ago under Dr. Krell.

*****

Siobhan Westwood gasped as Logan penetrated her. She was strapped down to a rubber bench with her eyes closed and her face a picture of ecstasy. It was a scene that anyone who knew her would have been shocked to encounter. She was, to her friends and colleagues, one of the most extreme feminist hard liners. A man hating bitch. Logan, her slave, could often be seen being publicly whipped and humiliated by her. She once caused controversy and outrage at a political function by demanding that all males over forty were to be executed for having outlived their sexual peak, and subsequently were little more than burdens on the state, and a waste of effort to fuck! To all outward intents and purposes she was as cruel to men as Zorn was to women. She was seen as sadistic in the extreme and she often openly demanded the torture of other women's slaves for so much as looking at her, when often, it transpired, they hadn't. 

In truth the façade that she presented to the outside world was something of a lie. She was a closet submissive and this was only manifest when she was totally alone with Logan, and had no chance of being disturbed. Like a shameful secret she kept her desires hidden, and approached the world with such a strong sense of denial that it lead to her massively overcompensating on the cruelty front to other men!

Siobhan's legs were spread wide as she lay on her back, fastened securely to the sections of the bench by a series of brutally tight straps. She was encased entirely in a skin-tight, black latex body suit that only had openings for her sex organs and breasts. A rubber mask covered her face with just eye slits and an opening for her mouth. Her arms were tied above her head to a taut chain that hung from the ceiling keeping them stretched and out of the way. Logan was lying on top and pumping rhythmically into her. She kissed his face and greedily sucked at his earlobes, murmuring obscenities to him as he rode her.

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Siobhan got her kicks from the smell of sweat and rubber. She wanted to go further in her private sex play with Logan, explore her deeper, darkest desires that involved flagellation and the like, but couldn't risk being marked by whips lest her shameful secret be revealed by someone seeing the lesions. She rolled her hips to meet each thrust, but she wanted to delay her orgasm as long as possible. It was building inside her like a nourishing seed growing and intensifying in strength. Logan, silent as ever as she had his tongue removed to prevent any accidental spillage of information, continued to thrust and began to slowly wheeze as he felt himself nearing ejaculation. Siobhan moaned in pleasure, as she knew that he couldn't hold out for much longer. She savoured each delicious thrust, as she lay there strapped tightly to the immovable bench. There was no way to escape her bench unaided. It was built in secrecy by Logan to her exact specifications. He feared initially that it was intended to be used to torture him and he had worked on the project with a heavy heart. Had he known, he would have finished it weeks sooner! It had actually taken a few years before the bond of trust could be built between them and she could allow herself to completely relax in Logan's clutches. He had been well rewarded in private for his troubles and she could now let herself go when she was with him. She fought against the bonds; each stretch and strain was resisted with ease by the tight straps. She was beginning to really build up a sweat inside the shining rubber suit and she could feel the material becoming slippery against her skin. The heady aroma of the rubber was bringing her nearer to release, when suddenly she felt Logan withdraw and stand astride her, one leg either side of the bench. She opened her mouth and his slippery penis plunged inside. Siobhan sucked and licked his member as it stretched her lips, knowing that he would soon come on her. She could feel the glans swell suddenly and she cried out in pleasure. 

Logan pulled out of her mouth and groaned as his watery fluid splashed onto her face. With one hand still working vigorously up and down the pulsing shaft to squirt the sterile semen out into her open mouth and across her writhing tongue, Logan reached forward and pressed a switch on the bench.

A thick double pronged device rose from the seat and slid into the gasping Siobhan's crotch. The vibrating rubber dildos always did the trick. Logan slid his penis back into her mouth and she closed her eyes again, sucking hard as she concentrated on the sensations between her legs. With all three orifices bunged, she writhed against the unbreakable bonds, sopping wet inside the body suit. The double dildos were massively thick and stretched her almost to the point of pain, but there was nothing she liked more than to feel violated and used. The thick lengths were programmed to increase in speed rapidly and soon they were plunging in and out of her in a brutal fashion. Her breathing quickened and she felt the growing seed of the orgasm inside her flower and she came with a frenzied urgency that rattled her chains and left her gasping for breath. Slowly Logan removed himself from her mouth and went to untie her.

"Not yet," She panted, "I want to lie here alone for a bit longer while I can still smell your come on me."

Logan pulled on his simple slave apron and left her in the bedroom as he went to prepare her clothes for the evening.

It was with a start that they both heard the emergency signal that warned of an incoming transmission. Siobhan's heart pounded in fear, she couldn't have contact with anyone while she was dressed like this!

Logan quickly untied her hands to allow her to free the rest of the restraints and ran into the next room to answer the video screen by pressing the receive stud on the wall. He was horrified to be confronted by the Flight Admiral. That meant that something really serious was up!

"Urgh! A slave! Where's Siobhan?" The stern face demanded.

He gestured towards the doorway leading to the bedroom.

"What does that mean?"

Logan cursed inwardly and attempted to mime having a shower. 

"Are you a retard or something? Where's your owner? Speak fool?" The Flight Admiral was growing angrier by the syllable.

He gestured to his mouth.

"Can't you speak?" The flight admiral snorted in derision, this was no time to be playing games with a mute.

Logan could hear the frenzied sounds of buckles and clasps being undone coming from the bedroom and a few moment's later Siobhan ran into the room, a long bathrobe and a towel around her neck covering her rubber suit. She had removed the hood, but she still had semen around her mouth. Some of it had been wiped onto her hair as she had removed the mask. Logan wanted to warn her, but knew that he had to leave the room when transmissions arrived.

"What is it Flight Admiral, I was bathing. I left orders with the slave to answer any important calls. I'm sorry if he inconvenienced you with his stupidity. Rest assured I will whip him severely later."

"There won't be time. You are to begin immediate preparations for an emergency mission! An unidentified pod has landed somewhere in the Antarctic wastes. The rescue shuttle Xerxes is, as we speak, being equipped with enhanced scanning systems. You are to pilot the mission which leaves in fifteen minutes. Get dressed and shift your ass down to the hangar. You will be debriefed as to the crash site and all the pertinent information on this venture during your flight down to Antarctica. The pod's co-ordinates are being fed into the computer. We have no idea how accurate they may be as there has been a lot of radiation storm activity over the oceans bordering that area over the past few months and they may be interfering with our sensors."

"I see."

"Good luck!" The screen went blank. Siobhan breathed a sigh of relief. She turned away from the screen and belated wiped the ejaculate from her head. If it were still warm she would have licked it from her fingers, but as it was cold she didn't bother, it was somehow less appealing! Thankfully the flight admiral hadn't appeared to notice. She shrugged off the concealing towel and bathrobe and swiftly stripped from her rubber suit. The interior was slick with her sweat. Siobhan began to mentally prepare herself for piloting a ship to Antarctica as she climbed into her flight suit. This was becoming quite an eventful day!

*****

Carrie and Latara were dragged bodily through dark, twisting corridors of ice, scraping their extremities along the uneven icy floor as they were taken to their particular caves. They stumbled often, both weak from the pain of their ordeals, and because their feet were fast becoming numb with the unbearable cold. They could see that this base, although massive, was slightly smaller than the operation that Krell was running on the distant planet X 260-9104.

The two shivering girls were marched for half an hour through the narrow tunnels bored into the ice and headed away from the hangar, deeper into the thick core of Antarctica. Already losing the sensations in their extremities the two girls saw that the stinging frost was beginning to burn their exposed skin. Zorn led them into a metal plated chamber and with a flourish, gestured for the men dragging the helpless women to stop. Thankfully for the girls, the room was a good deal warmer than the freezing labyrinthine corridors that they'd been forced to traverse, and slowly they began to thaw as Zorn turned to speak.

"While you are here you will be turned into useful commodities. You will no longer suffer the burden of individual thought. My father, I understand has presented you with the concept, but I will have to explain it further. Here you will suffer. Tremendously. But, your suffering will not be in vain. It will release the true potential that your beautiful female forms possess. I don't want to destroy what you are. Not at all. I want to utilise it. And it is even possible that once fully fit again, you will be required to return to your previous lives." He noted their confused expressions, "but in a different capacity of course!"

A couple of the guards had trudged ahead while the party had stopped and been addressed by Zorn. They now returned to the metal room, and Zom turned to the women again. "It seems that your rooms are now ready." The women were again bundled along the icy corridor. They both shook with the cold, their lips turning a deep blue as the frost began to hang from their eyelashes and form as crystals on their hair. Presently they entered a tall room, hewn from the ice. The burly guards began to unwrap the chains from the women. Zorn gestured to a pair of metal contraptions mounted to the walls.

Each had a large tank suspended from a frame overhead, and a curious vented funnel pointed from the wall behind each machine. Two large sinister poles jutted from the centre of the contraption and Carrie felt a terrible feeling of déjà vu as she recalled Dr Krell's fondness for impaling women with double-entry devices.

"These chairs will be your homes for as long as it takes to make you understand. For the next few months perhaps. Once you are fitted in place, the function of the machine becomes self evident and you are given a choice. You can either die or live." His words hung in the air for a moment. Carrie and Latara risked nervous glances. "Enjoy!" Said Zorn and left the room chuckling to himself.

The guards hoisted Carrie into the curious metal contraption on the wall. A support bench stuck out and her torso was strapped to it, leaving her head facing the floor and allowing her breasts to hang free either side. The nipple rings were attached to chains and pulled tightly downwards. Her head was pushed through a set of massive brutal metal stocks that clamped tightly around her collared neck. The newly fitted nose ring was painfully clipped on to a short chain that terminated in a plug like device that hung from a strap at the side of the metal stocks and kept her head pointed forward while they worked to secure her limbs.

Her hands were pushed through two apertures either side of her face and secured with bolts that fitted into the grooves set in her steel cuffs. Carrie could see that the metal blocks trapping her hands were on vertical runners and that they could also be lifted higher. Her legs were pulled apart and she felt them being strapped tight at the knees and thighs to a jointed metal spoke. Her feet were placed on large curved pedals and held in place by leather straps. Further bonds connecting to each of her ankle cuff attachments ensured that she couldn't remove her feet from the pedals, but allowed her a small amount of ankle movement.

As he guards worked to secure her, she could feel that her bent legs, despite being tied to a rigid steel support, could actually be moved and that the pedals too could be depressed if she put her foot down really hard.

One of the guards appeared in front of her and gagged her with the heavy rubber and metal plug like device that had been attached to her nose ring. Once it was in place, filling her mouth and keeping her tongue trapped beneath it, the securing bonds were tied around her head, the straps digging into her cheeks and causing them to bulge over each side. The guard reached above her to the tank and withdrew a long hose of some kind. She felt him attach it to the gag and he pushed it further into her mouth until she felt the nozzle scrape against the back of her throat. Finally, a large mouthpiece resembling a gas mask, fitted over the entire ensemble to ensure that the connection was completely airtight.

Carrie tried to suck on the hose in an attempt to see if it contained food but nothing was initially forthcoming. It was a pity, because she was really starving. She hadn't eaten since before she was taken to Tyler's cell on that fateful night. She felt a rumble of bubbles in her gut and tried to stop thinking about food. Almost as if the guards knew to distract her exactly at that particular moment, they began to plunge large steel shafts inside both her rectal and vaginal passages.

She gasped with shock as the cold steel forced its way into her, feeling her orifices being massively stretched and her abdomen bulging from the inside out, as she accommodated the unyielding lengths. At last the plunging stopped and she felt her buttocks touch the back of the machine. She was sitting flat on the freezing metal surface and each pole was imbedded to the hilt.

The rings through her labia were pulled tight and she felt the snapping of small chains being attached to keep them spread open. A few more bolts were slid into place and the guards stepped back.

She moaned with pain and cold in a last attempt to gain their sympathy, but they merely double-checked that her bonds were tight and secure before laughing amongst themselves.

Carrie remembered how Krell had warned her about the two hundred sex starved men here at the base when she had escaped from planet X, and immediately became afraid of the two that leered at her. The other guards who had helped install Latara joined them and the four men collectively surveyed their handiwork. One went to each of the doorways to keep watch, while the other two slowly began to unbutton their trousers.

When it became clear that Zorn was not going to return, the men moved in and Carrie felt the newly installed hose being withdrawn and the gag being tampered with. She closed her eyes as she realised with some horror, what was going to happen.

One of the guards climbed up onto the next frame to enter Latara from behind, and another one slipped his penis inside Carrie's mouth. Tightly bound, as she was, there was no way to protest and for a crazy second, she almost wished that it were her own mouth that had been ringed shut by Zorn and not Latara's, so they couldn't come down her throat!

Of all the bodily violations that Carrie had endured or even willingly indulged, she hated most the feel of a penis firing its slippery mess against the back of her throat. It exclusively made her gag and wonder why in the hell it had ever been invented in the 1960's. Somehow it had caught on and never really gone out of fashion. The massive metal stocks that her collar was attached to afford her not the slightest of movements left or right to dodge the guard's swollen throbbing cock. The guy held onto the elaborate machine that suspended her, and vigorously pumped into her mouth. The gag held her jaw slightly open and restricted her mouth movement entirely. There were stiff shields over her upper and lower teeth to prevent any attempt to chew through the rubber of the gag, so she couldn't even attempt to bite the member off as it slid in and out. Carrie tried to move her tongue out of the way as the sensation and taste of the slippery glans rubbing over it was making her balk, but the restrictive nature of the internal sections of her gag, meant that she had room to manoeuvre. The Guard was clearly enjoying himself in her warm wet mouth, and before long he began to grunt and thrust hard against her trapped head. She felt his member bucking inside her and was suddenly no longer hungry as the fluid spurted from his thick penis and spilled down the back of her throat. She couldn't move her cheeks or lips to spit it out as he withdrew and was forced to swallow the salty, gelatinous sperm as it dribbled down the back of her throat threatening to make her gag in disgust. 

The satisfied guard replaced the one standing watch at the door, who approached her and repeated the act. Carrie closed her eyes and tried to shut out the vision of the guard's hairy belly as it pressed against her nose and she hoped that if escape was impossible, that at least they would finish soon.

Finally they were satisfied and after replacing the hoses and facial masks, they left the two girls suspended in the machines. With a cheery wave the laughing guards vanished down the long icy corridor and the two imprisoned women were finally alone.

The cold was intense and the two girls were slowly turning blue. Carrie thought back to what Zorn had said, about the machines being self-evident. She stretched out a leg, and straining, depressed the foot pedal. As she stretched, she felt her body rise up off the dildos with a wet noise, and she winced in pain as she felt the monsters withdrawing.

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Not wanting the monstrously cold shafts to plunge into her again, she doubled her effort and Carrie continued to push with both feet against the pedals until they went all the way to the floor. Nothing seemed to happen. She kept her legs stiff, fighting the pain of the numerous straps that encircled her leg muscles and made each flex of strength an endurance. Her legs began to tremble with a build up of lactic acid with the exertion, and she couldn't hold the position for any longer. Reluctantly she let her straining legs relax and with a clicking noise that measured how much effort she'd exerted, the pedal returned to normal and Carrie slid back down the huge metal shafts until the bulge of her fanny lips slapped against the cold metal hilt.

A sudden, unexpected blast of warm air began to course across her back from the vented funnel behind her. She gasped as she felt the sensation begin to return to her freezing limbs but after just a few invigorating seconds, and without any warning the heat fan slowed to a stop. Carrie heard Latara activate her own heating fan, and fancied that she also heard the bitch gasp in pleasure through her pierced face as the hot air washed over her. Carrie felt the warm air around her dissipate, and realised that she would have to perform the same exertion again if she was to feel the rejuvenating warmth across her again.

She mustered all of her strength, and gritting her teeth over the gag, pushed down again on the pedal, feeling her own ass slipping horribly and wetly up and down the huge vaginal and anal prongs. Thankfully though, as she reached full stretch and relaxed after hearing the pedal click an affirmation of her strength, the warm air came back again and she savoured the feeling of it flowing across her body, revitalising the freezing limbs. She was still very cold though, and she reasoned, she was trapped in an underground prison cave, hewn from the very ice some hundreds of yards under the perma-frost of the South Pole! Carrie felt like crying at the futility of her situation. She was after all, at least back on her home planet, but in such an appalling predicament. She doubted if she could survive for much longer. Her legs felt desperately tired already after just two full stretches. How long had Zorn said that they might be kept here? Months?

Carrie was near to tears. She prayed that the rescue ship would find the jettisoned escape pods. She hated the cold! Experimentally, Carrie her hands up as high as the restrictive stocks would allow, sending the metal locks clattering along their greasy runners. She strained with the weight of the heavy steel frame, but finally reached maximum elevation. Again, like thrusting her legs to full stretch, nothing seemed to happen at first. She held her arms there for as long as humanly possible and experimentally sucked on the hose that jutted from the inside of the fixed gag. A trickle of liquid ran down the pipe from the overhead tank and she hungrily slurped harder at the nozzle. It was a hot and nourishing soup of some sort, and it sent a warming glow throughout her insides. Unfortunately though, Carrie couldn't keep her arms that high for very long and as the weights clanked back into position, the tube ran dry once more. She panted for breath and waited a few minutes for her strength to return, before raising her arms and sucking on the tube once more.

This was really taking it out of her. It was a fierce test of willpower and physical strength, but as long as she could retain her hopes of being rescued, and the jettisoned escape pods had escaped Krell's invisible approach pattern, then maybe Earth's Central Command had actually spotted them. Maybe they'd already sent a rescue ship, Carrie believed she could survive for a while in the dismal dark cold of the ice caves, and clung desperately to the thought of being rescued and returned to her former life. But the more she dwelt on it, the more she realised that it was a long shot after all!

*****

As Zorn was returning to his quarters, satisfied that by now his two new guests would be regretting their foolish escape attempt, his com-link alerted him to return to the bridge immediately. Swearing under his breath he picked up his pace and reached the command centre next to the hangar in a few minutes. Inside the main hub of operations, chaos reigned. Attendants were jabbing buttons left right and centre and radio operators were frenziedly realigning satellite connections.

"What the fuck's going on!"

Lothar, his second in command, a swarthy bearded European handed him a transcript printout. "This came from Adelle a few moments ago, we only just decoded it. The transmission was top priority. It seems that those two bitches managed to find some way to eject the life pods from Krell's shuttle. They broke out of our shadow corridor and alerted Earth Central Control. There's even a rescue shuttle on its way to investigate the radar connection as we speak!"

"Shit!" Zorn paced for a few moments. "Has Adelle done anything to deflect them away from the base."

"Yes, she's already scrambled their sensors, and they're headed about fifty to sixty miles too far to the East."

"Does Krell know about this fuck up?"

"If not now, then he will know in a few minutes. Adelle transmitted her alert to Antarctica and Planet X simultaneously.'"

"Let's hope that the rescue team just turns around and fucks off when they can't find anything!" Zorn shook his head.

"I've had the gun emplacements manned just in case they get too close and we have to blast 'em. And we're also recording every transmission that the ECC make, especially to the rescue pilot, just in case they get too close and we have to synthesise their voices to divert them away."

"Excellent, Lothar!" Zorn began to grind his teeth and pull on the eyebrow ring above his left eye. A sure sign that he was furious. The women he had just had chained into the freezing caves would really suffer for this, of that there was no doubt! No wonder that bitch Carrie had seemed so distant and vague; she was hoping for a rescue attempt.

She still clung to some hope! Damn her!

Zorn almost regretted inflicting so much extra pain on Latara; in fact, he should have hurt Carrie much more. He only almost regretted it of course, but not quite enough for it to count as a real regret. He was a competitive but just man. He had to show his father's bitch something of his brutal nature so she knew enough not to think that the two of them were in the least similar, and ensure that she never made the mistake of currying favour with him in respect of his father's tastes.

Carrie was different though. She was damned inventive. He would like to break her personally even if it meant just ignoring her completely. He could leave her on that awful life support device, deep in the ice caverns and deny her the attention and sympathy that she so blatantly craved. If Tyler wanted her back then he could fucking wait! For the time being, she was his to ignore!

*****

Siobhan hauled back on the control stick of the Xerxes and the craft bobbed and weaved through the canyons of pack ice. They thundered across the southern Atlantic in excess of eight hundred miles an hour. The fiery glowing radiation storms swirling across the sea's horizon had forced them to make a detour of a couple of hundred miles. The massive funnels of irradiated seas had recently claimed a number of craft since the cataclysmic global conflict of world war three. They were echoes of the nuclear firestorms that raged during the neutron war. Massive turbulent waterspouts that were the bastard cousins of the tornadoes of mid-western America but magnified a thousand-fold, as they ravaged much of the Earth's aquatic surface. Although water once covered two thirds of the planet's surface, it had now consumed eight-tenths since the devastating ecological effect of the war, and the resulting greenhouse effect that had begun to melt the poles. The entire Eco-sphere had been thrown into turmoil, causing the atmosphere to thin, and spreading the equatorial deserts some two hundred miles further north and south of the Equator.

With little ozone layer left to deflect the sun's dangerous rays, the atmospheric pressure was forever in an uneven state of flux, forcing terrifically high pressure areas toward the North and South poles, and causing the ice caps to increase their surface areas as the freezing landmasses engulfed the surrounding continents. The Australia's were wracked with blizzards and the Southern America's were deluged with storms of sleet and overnight frosts, while the daylight hours blasted the crumbling cities with sandstorms and bleaching heat waves.

The rescue shuttle Xerxes hurtled over the ice flows of the South pole, blasting twin plumes of snow and iced particles high into the air with its thunderous slipstream. Siobhan threw the craft as fast as she could through the massive shifting ice flows of the Antarctic drift. The huge grey canyons of ice towered above the small craft. Her crew were busy scanning for life forms around the area, which the ECC's radar had indicated that the pod had touched down.

Siobhan had reservations about this mission. Yes, it was true that she was highly experienced in extreme conditions, but this was the first time that she had piloted a military expedition, and quite frankly she felt intimidated by the burly nature of her army crew. She had no idea why she had been picked for such a mission. Perhaps the ECC were testing her abilities in crisis situation. Perhaps, even, her hard line approach towards male subjugation had finally paid off and she was being considered for election to the Council. Either way, Siobhan was damned if she was going to let anything go wrong on this flight.

Scanning the horizon she could see a ridge of mountainous black rock rising from the bleak white landscape. Landfall. Antarctica: the frozen continent. She kicked in the retros slowing the speeding craft just enough to adjust to the higher altitude before sending the ship forward again at full throttle. The icy landscape barely a hundred feet below them, blurred past at an incredible speed. If there was any way to get to those poor people trapped in the escape pod, then she was certain that she was going to do everything in her power to make sure that they survived.

*****

Carrie heaved again. The exertion was intolerable. She had been grinding herself against the evil penetrating machine for what seemed like an eternity. She would have to stop periodically to try and get her strength back, counting out the time before a stinging burst of electricity would shock her into action once more. She would have to breathlessly resume her piston like movements, trying to maintain the thrusting before the shocks seared through her again. She alternately shivered in the cold, and then warmed to the hot fan as her legs moved the turbine generating the hot air that blew across her back.

Every so often though, she would fail to press the footpad all the way down and it would trigger a whipping mechanism to slash across her back. The entire contraption held her solidly, exposing her to the freezing cold. She tried not to cry too much as her tears were forming icicles down her face and on the stocks near her chin. She had no idea how long she could keep this tremendous effort up. Each time she flexed her legs to heat herself, it was a gargantuan strain. Her muscles were bulging and sore, the lactic acid involuntarily building up inside them, caused her body to shiver and sweat. In the pit of her stomach she could feel the tension building. Her arms and shoulders hurt terribly every time she tried to lift the weight bar on its rails to allow her self that warming drink from the overhead tank.

In fact, she realised, every time she did muster enough strength to work the machine around her, which to all intent and purpose was a sort of crude life support system, she broke into a sweat. In the time it took between the efforts to move the bars and pedals, the sweat froze on her skin encasing her in a freezing thin layer of ice, and making the task all the more difficult. 

From her position on the wall, she couldn't see how Latara was faring in her machine. At least, thought Carrie, they had genuine hope to cling to, keeping them striving to their tasks. Somebody must have seen the escape pods! They would send out a search party soon. Even if they only found one, they must suspect something strange is going out here. It was in the flight corps directives to search for survivors when a pod goes down for a ten-mile radius. There was no way that the escape capsule was more than ten miles away, and even if this entire structure was radar shielded, there was no way they could hide the millions of tons of metal down here from the simple short range magnetic scanners.

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Carrie rested for a few moments, panting hard. Her triceps were throbbing with blazing pain and she was sure that she had somehow torn the muscle free from the bone in the last desperate push to ensure the connection at the end of the bar registered and the warm air was released. She closed her eyes to blot out the pain, and tried to think of warm beaches, but the same image came into her head every time she tried to visualise heat and that was being on Krell's damned Carousel under the midday sun. She silently cursed to herself. Her old self seemed a lifetime ago in the past. She could barely remember what her existence had been like since she fell into these sadists' clutches. Since then it had been a spiralling succession of torment and sexual abuse.

Without warning the whip lashed across her back and she writhed in agony, trying desperately to squirm out of its path, but to no avail, she was secured indefinitely to the machine. It lashed a second time, the long leather straps smacking noisily off her arched back right across the stinging weals of the earlier lashings she had received. Carrie screamed into the gag and a number of tears ran down her face, dripped from her chin and added to the salty icicles adorning her stocks. Her back burned with pain, the sensations spreading throughout her tortured body. Her nerve endings were on fire as the lash fell a third and fourth time. At last the machine stopped and she was left fighting back further tears of pain, and yet despite the searing agony across her back, the blows had actually warmed her skin, and her flesh radiated heat for a while, temporarily taking the blue tinge from her skin and reddening her cheeks.

Plumes of steam came from her nostrils as she sighed. This was a nightmare, and Zorn was right. He was even sicker than his father!

*****

Siobhan threw the shuttle around in a broad sweep. They had combed the suspected crash site and had found nothing. No sign of life forms or metal. The crew of six were confused to say the least. They were literally right on top of the co-ordinates given but there was no sign of any escape pod or debris from a host ship.

"It could have come down on a ravine or something, fallen through the ice."

"Scan for bedrock, let's see if there's anything under the ice then."

The sleek ship turned back again to make another pass, the thunderous engines echoing across the featureless unscarred white wasteland. 

"Take readings on everything, air temperature, radiation levels, anything! If that thing came from space, it would have been hot after re-entry, maybe melted its way through the surface." Siobhan said. She didn't like this. She had a number of political enemies that would benefit from her failing in what appeared to be a simple rescue and recovery mission. She was a feared and respected hard liner in some areas, but some of her opponents believed that she was an extremist militant subversive who could only damage the harmony of current society. Perhaps they feared a masculine backlash, some sort of revolt, should her extremist anti-male proposals gain support at the Command Council.

Adelle Shelley and Maude de Ville were prime opponents, as Chairwoman of the supply fleet and Minister for male resources; they had a good reason not to upset their own human cargo and commodity too much. She remembered what happened a few years ago on the shuttle craft Apollo. The male slaves had hijacked the ship and killed eleven of the crew. Some say, with their bare hands, tearing the girl's limb from limb, until the pilot whose name she couldn't recall, had gunned them down. The thought of a male revolt was pretty scary. They were potentially such brutes! Thankfully Logan was a darling who would never risk his position of sexual dominance by acting foolishly. He knew well the suffering of many of his fellow men and also how lucky he was in comparison.

There was something unusual about this mission though. For a start, the leave. Also, the fact that there weren't supposed to be any ships in the area way that she had been picked as the pilot when she was supposed to be on at the time of the escape pod's detection, and how come no radar station picked up a host ship? Escape pods can't just appear out of thin air! This could be a secret training mission, set to test her skill. Maybe it was a trap. Either way, she wasn't going to let herself get caught out.

"There's a magnetic pull to the west." The navigator interjected.

"This close to the pole, we should expect some readings number two."

"I know mistress, but there's something unusual on the readout, fifty six miles away." She seemed adamant.

"Could be anything, an abandoned weather station from the old times before the war." The medic chipped in.

"I suppose. After all it's way too far out of range given the pod's trajectory." The navigator conceded. "It's probably just interference due to the radiation storms off the coast."

Siobhan thought for a moment. It could be a trick, designed to test her. "I want to check it out."

"Mistress?"

"It could be the pod."

"But there's no way an escape pod could register such a magnetic change even at such a great distance. What if we've just missed it, there's no point flying nearly sixty miles away if there are survivors here!"

"And maybe there was no crash in the first place!"

"I don't understand?"

"There's something not quite right about this mission. Surely you've all had your doubts. Those readings were unusual to begin with and now were here, there's nothing! Squat!" Siobhan mused. "If we've found an anomaly, then I reckon it's only right to check it out before we leave."

They agreed and within minutes, the Xerxes was blasting over the ice towards Zorn's base.

*****

"Well, they're on their way. Have you synthesised their voices?" Zorn asked as he straightened up from the console.

"Certainly have." Replied Lothar. He flipped a switch and the intercom spoke clearly in Siobhan's sultry tones.

"My, my, Zorn. What a big cock you have. I just can't wait to sit on it. In fact, why don't you anally rape me in front of a mirror so I can see exactly how much pleasure you're going to force out of my most delicate, inner parts?"

Zorn laughed. "Perfect! In fact after a few weeks with me, it's not inconceivable that she would say such a thing." He left the command centre and used is com-link to check with guards that he'd sent to the surface to wait for the women. They were all in position. That was good. The rescue shuttle would be here in a couple of minutes. He had something quite special planned for them. There had been an amount of insurrection after his decision to immediately incarcerate Carrie and Latara, and some of the men at the base hadn't had a chance yet to visit Krell's retreat to ease away the stress of a hard day's work. Many hadn't had a woman in years! He would soon give them all a chance.

Zorn checked his wrist com-link. Everything was going to plan.

*****

"There seems to be something down there captain."

"Can you get a fix on it?"

"I'm trying. The magnetic readings are playing havoc with the other sensors."

They thundered over the hidden base, watched by a number of strategically concealed guards. The rescue ship banked in a wide arc, decelerating from its approach velocity after travelling sixty miles in just under four minutes.

"This is the Xerxes to Control. Come in Control."

Inside the base, massive computer banks intercepted, jammed, and then processed the transmission. At Earth Central Control they received the message clearly. "Report Xerxes."

"We've found some sort of magnetic disturbance beneath the ice. I'm beaming the co-ordinates now. We're going in to take a closer look." 

What made it to back to the ECC was a report detailing the failure of the mission so far to find any evidence of the downed escape pod or wreckage of a host ship, and a continuance of the search in a wider area. They responded in the affirmative and the ship slowly continued its sweep. Adelle's computers and satellite trackers worked in conjunction with the realigned radars of Zorn's base to shield the true location of the Xerxes from the ECC's radar stations some four thousand miles away and redirected a ghost image of the ship at the touchdown site.

"I think I've got something!" The navigator bleated excitedly. "Take us back due south a half a click."

Siobhan slowed the craft to a hover. Its jets sending plumes of surface snow and ice whirling in a vortex beneath the craft like a small tornado. She steadied it and sent the ship gliding purposefully ahead following minutely the Navigators directions. The scanners beeped their confirmation of a solid, definite contact. It was a pod! Fifty feet below them lodged in the ice. It looked in perfect condition, totally undamaged.

"ECC come in. Have found the pod. Repeat. Have found the escape pod at bearing 665 point 023 by 025 point 094. Will investigate. Life readings sketchy due to the magnetic disturbance of the radiation storms but there does seem to be something alive down there. We're going in!"

The transmission was jammed and never made it home. The ship lowered to the ground on its column of swirling cloud. The landing gear crunching and impacting the surface snow and ice as the ship settled a hundred yards or so from the pod. Siobhan turned to her crew. "Look, this is an unusual mission to say the least. I think everyone should suit up and arm themselves."

"What? I thought this was a rescue mission." The young navigator complained. "I'm not trained in snow warfare."

"Don't worry, I'm sure it's alright. I just have a funny feeling about this." Siobhan smiled. "It's probably nothing! Really!"

The crew readied themselves; wrapping thick environment suits over their leather flight gear. They pulled fur hoods over their heads, tightened their thick white suits around them and disembarked, heading towards the pod. The snow swirled crazily about, whipped up by the scouring winds and restricting their visibility to a dozen feet. They were warm and secure in the thick environment suits. Two of the girls had their weapons drawn as a precaution as they approached the dark blur of the pod ahead of them. 

Silently Zorn's waiting guards encircled them at a safe distance.

As they reached the escape capsule, they scanned for life readings and of course found none. The door was tightly shielded. Siobhan couldn't understand it. How did an unoccupied escape pod come to be in Antarctica? There was some kind of palm reader that accessed the pod, but she was damned if she was going to remove her gloves and touch the exposed metal in these conditions. She stepped back and a crewmember approached, her Blaster set on a low charge, to burn their way into the small capsule. The sparks forming the beam seemed magnesium white in the glare, as the girl began to melt through the pod's thick hull, and they were forced to look away for fear of becoming snow-blind. Already their tracks from the Xerxes, had been covered by the fine, powdery snow and the ship was out of site behind a veil of glittering ice crystals whipped up into clouds by the powerful Antarctic winds.

They were nearly through cutting an entrance into the door of the pod, when suddenly the ground beneath them lurched violently and sent them thought that they'd fallen through the ice, before she caught the sound of stumbling. They were dropping lower and for a horrible second Siobhan whining electric motors and realised they were on a large trap door that was retracting beneath the surface taking with it her crew and the pod. It was a trap! Siobhan saw her navigator leap upwards and catch hold of the lip of the pit. Through the swirling snow a figure emerged overhead and pushed her back down to join the others on the massive descending platform.

Siobhan screamed into her com-link for help but all transmissions were safely intercepted. The group drew their guns as they were lowered into a holding area carved from the ice and rock. Above them, sliding doors clanged shut sealing them in the pit. They assumed defensive positions and tried to cover any approach, but they had no idea what they were aiming at in the darkness of the pit.

Without warning they were frozen in place by a number of spotlights and an amplified voice rang out.

"Drop your weapons and nobody will get hurt. You are surrounded."

They exchanged nervous glances. The voice was male! How could that be? There were no men in positions of authority!

"Siobhan Westwood, order your crew to disarm and you will all be treated fairly."

It seemed that they had no choice, and cursing they reluctantly placed their rifles on the icy floor. Dark figures emerged from behind the glare of the lights and covered them with heavy weapons. A large bearded man approached and held out his hand in greeting.

"Nice of you all to drop in. I'm Lothar, but you can call me sir!"


3
THE DARK CHAMBERS

Adelle sat back; relieved that the rescue mission was now under Zorn's control, and her chair released a long leisurely sigh as he felt her slide deliciously along the length of his penis. The entire capture had been completed without a hitch. The Earth Central Command's radar stations had been deceived and all transmissions had been carefully blocked so as to retain the Antarctic base's anonymity. She stood up leaving the chair to his own devices and returned to her living annex. It had been a testing few hours for her, and she was glad that it was all over. The rescue ship would probably be re-fitted to Krell's specifications once the Antarctic base had staged a crash over the sea for the benefit of the ECC's tracking stations. 

She flicked through the vid-news channels to see if there was anything about the mysterious radar blips but the ECC must have ordered a blackout until they knew more themselves. Fair enough, thought Adelle, it would benefit Krell too. One article caught her eye though. A pirate broadcaster had interrupted a scheduled show to protest that not enough government funds were being spent on repairing the environment. They urged people to donate to The Paradise sect and showed a snippet of Krell's propaganda tape showing scenes of the green landscape and preserved mammals of his volcano base before being jammed. The newsreader described the activists and showed their pictures. Adelle hit the record switch and captured their details. All in their mid twenties, all damned sexy looking.

Krell liked hippie types, and she resolved to pass on the details of where they were imprisoned when she saw him. No doubt he would like to thank them personally for advancing his cause. She chuckled to herself, pretty sure that the women would be horrified if they knew exactly what they were inadvertently aiding! In many ways she admired the protesters. It was sad though that there were so few animal pets, and so little wildlife left on the irradiated Earth. She was looking forward to visiting Krell's base and hopefully she would be permitted to go if they succeeded in their mission, even if it meant being used as a sex toy when she got there. She had yearned for years to feel grass beneath her toes and see trees again. 

Adelle stretched and yawned. Time to hit the sack. She pushed a button and a cup of hot cocoa appeared at a hatch on the food dispenser. She cradled the mug, and blowing the steam from the hot liquid, turned to head into her sleep room. Standing in front of her, Maude deVille, surrounded by her personal guards, raised an ugly Blaster rifle. For a second, Adelle thought that she was dreaming. How could she have got in?

"Nice to see you up so late and hard at work."

Adelle was stunned. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Maude smiled and shook her head before speaking. "Call it the over active imagination of an ageing woman, but I think that you might have more explaining to do than me!" She gestured with her Blaster to the wall that hid the secret compartment. "You're working for the Eastern Freight Corporation I presume. No wonder you thought there was going to be a take over bid for our opposition, you probably orchestrated the whole thing! Your ridiculous bluff alerted me yesterday when you dismissed the meeting. You bullshit very implausibly!"

"Look, you've got it wrong. There's some mistake here. I..."

"Save it!" Maude snarled. She was a formidable opponent. Although fifty-six years old, she was, with the help of plastic surgery and makeup, quite a stunning sight. Her liquid pale blue eyes were hypnotically attractive and her shock of dark red hair made her stand out in a crowd. Adelle backed away.

"Freeze! Else I'll burn you down were you stand."

Adelle sighed resignedly. "What do you want? I take it from the goons that this isn't exactly an official visit. You're not here to arrest me."

Maude waved the blaster about casually and strolled around the room seemingly examining the equipment, her black plastic dress wrinkling as she turned. "A simple conversation should suffice. A few answers here and there." She mulled.

"Look, I'm sure that we can come to some arrangement, discuss this in a civilised way!"

"I know we can. But not here." Maude smiled. "I'm officially on vacation for the next two months and I have a penthouse suite that I've prepared especially for you. You're coming with me and I shan't take 'no' for an answer!"

"Whatever you say Maude, but this is highly illegal and you could be getting mixed up in something way out of your depth." Adelle shook her head and cursed her own stupidity. Maude must have deactivated her security somehow, perhaps leaving a transmitter in the conference room before she left yesterday, to jam the signals remotely at source. She should have scanned the room herself after the assembly had left; those old bitches were really devious! But Maude was clearly barking up the wrong tree in thinking that she was an agent of Eastern Freight working merely for financial gain. She had no idea what she was letting herself in for!

"I can take whatever those eastern bastards care to throw at me!" Maude snarled. "And more importantly, I want a share of your profits. A big one! No bitch on the ECC committee seems to know much about you. How you always manage to pull off the biggest deals, the best trade routes. I checked out this building's bandwidth. You've got quite a hefty array of satellite jamming antennae on the roof. Well disguised of course, no one would guess! But I've got enough proof that you've been negotiating behind peoples backs, intercepting signals, jamming ships, Corporate double dealing, to drop you into some serious shit! I can either kill you now, or expose you for what you are and let the ECC prosecute," She paused for effect, clearly a seasoned politician. "Or I could own you. It's your choice!"

Adelle placed the mug down. She'd never known that Maude was such a skilled negotiator. After approving her daughter's promotion to Captain of the Shenendoah for her last year, she'd thought that Maude would be an ally on the committee. She hadn't dreamed that she would be so ambitious as to hold her fellow senate representatives at gunpoint. She was already Minister for Male resources, a powerful seat in government house. Adelle had seriously underestimated her. "I'll go with you. It isn't as if I have a choice. But I'll warn you first. Don't do this. I'll let you just turn around and walk out of here, and nothing will arise from this incident." Adelle fixed Maude with a stare. "If you do take me away, then..." She paused. "Let's say I have some powerful friends who would take exception to this."

Maude snorted in derision. "I know you have! The Paradise sect? A fucking charity!" The guards seemed to find the situation amusing. "What can they do? Set a rabbit onto me? Make a squirrel peck at my ass?" Maude stepped forward and clipped Adelle across the face with the butt of her rifle with a callous laugh. Adelle crumpled to the floor and Maude stood over her brandishing the Blaster. "You're in no position to negotiate here cunt! You are mine!" Maude sneered at the ill-gained profits of Adelle's treachery. "I wonder who paid for all of this? Our opposition no doubt!" 

Adelle wiped a droplet of blood from her nose, frowning as the livid fluid began to drip incessantly. She climbed to her feet and straightened the short plastic mini skirt that she sported. Maude was as good as whipped. If she left this apartment, then Krell would find out. He'd no doubt monitor her movements and find out was she was being taken. Adelle at last realised the benefit of the locator chip that she'd had implanted at the base of her spine at Krell's behest. At first she'd seen it as a psychological bond to Krell and disapproved, thinking that he wanted to control her by other means since he couldn't actually bind her physically, but now she realised the value of his foresight. She could be taken anywhere on the globe and still be pinpointed to within five feet by his satellites. It lent a calm air of reassurance to Adelle's demeanour.

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"You will live to regret this Maude; of that I have no doubt. And I'm sorry to say that you are completely mistaken about the organisation I work for here. I'm not negotiating with the East at all. And if you insist on taking me..."

"I do insist. You are mine now!" Maude interrupted. "And for the next two months you will be able to tell me all about your secret business enterprises, unhindered by the glare of the public spotlight."

Adelle wiped her bleeding nose again, not yet even nervous about her ordeal. "So I'm being taken to your private hideout? Where nobody can hear me scream etcetera?"

"You got that right!"

"And where nobody will expect you to be. A fortified apartment that is in a penthouse flat somewhere in this city and yet totally anonymous?" She spoke clearly, and was correct in assuming that Krell's men had indeed bugged her flat, and her words were being monitored.

"Yes." Maude seemed confused. "I will be free to do what I please to you there. You will tell me everything." She paused. "It could all be avoided, this pain and fear, if you just tell me what I need to know. I don't necessarily want to hurt you, but I also have no respect for your ridiculous bravery. I will torture you if necessary. I don't like traitors."

Adelle cleaned her bloodied fingers on a cloth and hauled her self back to her feet. "I'm kind of looking forward to the interrogation part. I reckon that a fat old twat like you couldn't get me to admit to my own fucking birth date! Two months? Is that all? You'll be able to name my favourite colour by then but nothing else!"

"Why you insolent whore!" Maude raised the rifle again as if to strike her, but Adelle stood firm. "Nobody will know we are there! Officially I'm off world, there'll be nothing to suggest that we are even in this galaxy! My apartments are totally secured! For the next two months I'm going to make you beg for release!"

Adelle had heard enough. A large base inside the city boundaries with two months of pure anonymity sounded like a perfect place for the paradise sect's base of operations when the time for invasion came! Maude was literally giving her enough rope to hang herself with! Well, at least enough rope to be tied up securely. Adelle feigned defeat.

"I guess you'd better take me to your lair then."

Maude smiled. It had been easier than she'd thought. Leaving a locator behind after a board meeting, behind the door mechanism, allowing her the quietest of detonations to blow Adelle's main lock and gain entrance to her private apartments.

It never occurred to Maude that Adelle's passage to her waiting unmarked hover car was monitored by a phallocrat on a distant world. The Antarctic base's sensors lit up too, as Adelle was taken by gunpoint to the vehicle and flown away to the supposedly secret destination. Zorn jabbed the intercom to establish a contact with his father, cursing the decision to trust a flighty woman to front the Paradise sect's charitable cover.

*****

Siobhan writhed as another man approached her and began to unbuckle his trousers. She was secured to a large X shaped frame and been suffering the administrations of Lothar's sex starved men for number of hours. Eight had liberally used her so far. She could see around her the other members of the rescue team. They too were being taken in both orifices, by the eager men who were lining up before them. They were moaning and sobbing in protest. They had been stripped soon after their disarming, and dragged into this holding room. The frames had been rolled out of a large storage locker and they had been tightly bound to them with thick leather straps. Collars and waistbands secured their torsos, while their arms and legs were stretched out and cuffed to the extensions of the X frame. Their legs were held especially far apart allowing easy access to the genitals by the line of waiting men.

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Siobhan had at first been very frightened, but as the intention of the men had seemed to be to rape and whip them, she had suddenly warmed to the situation. Even now she was attempting to squirm her hips over the thrusting shaft of her partner and improve the depth of his penetration. She closed her eyes and gasped as she felt him stiffen and come. If only one of them could keep going long enough to let her get a decent rhythm going and then she could bring herself to orgasm too! The whole thing was like a fantasy come true. She had long harboured dreams of being tied tightly in her rubber suit to a post and getting used by whole gangs of men. Her secret submissive fantasies had been shelved though, as any sign of her weakness, would have been exploited by her political opponents. The only thing she didn't like was the cold, but she was soon compressed between two burly men again as the next in line took up their positions and used her. She moaned with pleasure as they roughly groped at her soft breasts. The first man penetrated her vagina slowly, and noticed her straining at her bonds to feel him deeper.

"Hey," He turned to his friends. "This one's loving it!"

Siobhan opened her eyes with a start as she saw a small crowd form around her X-frame to witness her own, very deliberate thrusting hip movements. She could see looks of horror and surprise cross the faces of her own crew of the Xerxes as they suffered under the administrations of he crowding men. She felt her cheeks burn with shame and she looked away. Her secret would get out! People would know how she had been living a lie all these years. Inside she started to hope that maybe they would never get out of here, such was the embarrassment and shame associated with being a submissive woman in the twenty-second century.

The second man pressed up hard against her from behind, and she felt his rough hands caressing the peachy curves of her tightly strapped buttocks. He stroked her thighs and she shivered with pleasure.

"Jesus! You're right!" He muttered to his friend over her shoulder. "I'll have first crack at her ass!"

She could feel him spreading her buttocks and felt the cold air of the holding room waft across her sphincter. She closed her eyes with pleasure as she felt the head of his penis nudging at her anus. The man pushed forward a few times unsuccessfully at first, and then with assuredness as she felt the thick member plunge slowly inside her. Her whole body tingled with excitement as she felt the fullness of the double penetration stretch her sex organs. The men began to pump into her vigorously, the two cocks slipping alternately in and out. Siobhan felt the tingling of an orgasm spread through her belly and thighs. She could hear the distressed cries and wails from the rest of her crew and tried to block them from her mind. They were proving distracting. If they didn't like it then tough shit! She was getting it better than she had ever had it in her life!

The men inside her fucked her harder and harder and it was with something of a squeal that she came. Gasping she fixed her eyes on the man in front of her. He met her stare with a grin. "Hey I think she just came!" He called out. A cheer went up from the group around them as the laughed among themselves.

"Hey Eddie, I've got a joke!" A man called to his friend in the queue behind him some six places in line from the next fuck. "How do you make a woman come?"

"I don't know?"

"Good!"

They all laughed again, drowning out the cries from the unwilling and struggling Xerxes flight team. Siobhan enjoyed herself immensely. The only thing missing was her latex rubber playsuits. She'd had a few hidden away in her apartments back home. Some with built in internal dildos so she could stroll about the offices and hangars of the ECC launch sites, and bring herself off without her fellow pilots knowing a thing about it!

*****

Krell's face appeared on the vid-screen and Zorn turned to face him. "Have you any idea what's happened to Adelle?"

Zorn nodded. "Seems Maude deVille thinks that Adelle's involved in some trading scam with the Eastern Feds. I had her apartment bugged a few months back to complement your tracking implant chip." Zorn played Krell the recording of Adelle's kidnapping. "Sounds like dear old Adelle knew that she was online the whole way through that conversation. I think she's found us an excellent base of operations for the invasion, don't you?"

They played back the description of Maude's penthouse lair. If what she was boasting about were true, then Zorn could blast in there and take over the operation. Rescuing Adelle and containing Maude. He could even use Latara as bait. Blackmail the woman into giving him her clearance codes, which would enable the Paradise Sect's vehicles to enter and leave the city using her diplomatic immunity status. They could load up enough equipment and conversion machines without worrying about being stopped by the authorities and convert Maude's shielded private rooms to a frontline base of operations deep behind the enemies lines and completely undetectable!

Krell was pleased. He leant back in his chair and idly scratched his bald head. Visions of his successful invasion and domination of the females of Earth seemed tantalisingly near. He was currently refitting the Hyperion for its triumphant return to Earth. He had collected enough semen samples for the ECC to call the mission a success. All he needed was Zorn to convert the women utterly to his will and use them as agents against the ECC. He had faith in his son. Zorn was a nasty vicious little snot nosed creep in his early twenties. Krell was proud.

"How's the conversion coming on of my two escapees?"

"Latara and Carrie? They are in the cold rooms for now. I'll keep them there a few days yet to acclimatise them to the temperatures here. After a while they will learn to appreciate the warmth of the whippings that the machines dish out and once their endorphins start to really kick in, they will begin to crave the pain I offer them like a drug. After a few weeks they will only be able to remember their own names if I remind them!" 

"Good. I want to be able to move forward with the next phase of my plan soon." Krell stroked his long moustache. "Retrieve Adelle will you, and case out Maude's joint. If it's suitable I'll fly back in the Hyperion and take command. Make sure that you convert Maude too. I never expected to get hold of a top-ranking Minister so quickly! She can be the first to work for me. Do everything and anything that is required to complete the conversions. Spare them nothing! I know that I can count on you!" 

The screen went blank before Zorn could reply. Damn! Thought Zorn, he always did that. Have the last word!

It was Krell who'd let the two women escape in the first place, and it was Zorn himself who had been left to tidy up the mess! Count on me indeed thought Zorn. Dr Krell would have been discovered by now, and the whole operation would be in jeopardy, if he hadn't taken out the Xerxes so painlessly and efficiently! He glanced at his watch. He hadn't had a chance to tell Carrie and Latara that their would be rescuers were at this moment being affixed to various experimental machines. Designed to cause maximum psychological fear, and totally destroy any spirit of female resistance in the victim whilst also proving helpful towards the day to day running of this subterraneous factory. Soon the Xerxes crew would be under his command, and what's more they would actually be glad to find themselves enslaved under male rule.

*****

Latara and Carrie were very weak when Zorn entered their rooms. Deprived of sleep and half frozen, their blue bodies quivered beneath the dim lights of the chamber. As he watched, Carrie attempted to depress the foot levers, her legs flexing and her rump lowering. The massive dildos plunged into her and she failed to push the pedal all the way to the floor. The whip lashed across her. She writhed and shook. Great heaving sobs escaped her gag as the mechanical arm repeatedly swung the unforgiving leather with a striking accuracy, across her back and her buttocks.

Zorn stepped forward and Carrie's eyes, glistening with frosted tears, registered faintly that she saw him. He stroked her long hair as it framed her face in the stocks. "My dear captain. It would seem that I now know why you were so responsive and helpful when we first met. You had a hidden agenda. You thought that if you just went along with it and played it cool, then your friends whom you so ingeniously attracted by jettisoning the escape pods would come along and rescue you from my hospitality, didn't you? Admit it. I won't be angry with you. In truth your friends arrived early this morning. They have spent the day in the pleasure of my company." Zorn smiled. "That is, in the entire company of the two hundred men of the base. They were a little jealous when I installed you and your friend here so soon without letting them have their fun first and so I have let them play with your nosy friends. You see, I'm not such an unkind man after all."

Carrie could only make muffled wheezes in reply.

"Don't worry! You'll not be in here for much longer. Another week or so, and soon you'll be somewhere much worse." Zorn chuckled. "You may feel free to be upset and cry for a while. I'll see you later. He turned to leave, feeling her eyes on his back. He counted softly to himself and right on cue the machine whipped her again for not attempting to raise her arms or push out her legs. Latara was faring less well. It was clear that her time as a pony girl had sapped the strength from her calf muscles. Her thighs and arms were quite sturdy, but the machine demanded a good deal of exertion along the length of her entire legs to continue to heat her. Zorn considered the girl for a moment or two. She was staring straight ahead and shivering violently. He waved a hand in front of her face but she remained staring fixedly ahead. He looked at the gauge of her food tank. She'd barely had a drop of hot food in the past twenty-eight hours. The He pushed a dial and the food dispensed into her mouth. There was no machine had whipped her a good deal more often than Carrie's machine. need at this early stage of the proceedings to turn her into a mindless frozen Zombie. He adjusted the resistance of the machine making it slightly easier for her operate. He would give her a few days to build up strength and then readjust the telemetry of the device to the previous levels. He left the room to the sound of falling lashes and muffled squeals. Carrie had failed again in her attempt to turn on the heater behind her. She was being kept warm by the friction of the leather on her back and the resulting flow of blood to the surface of the skin. He had to smile. He'd also adjusted her machine to make to it a bit tougher to operate and it would probably take her a few more goes before she could readjust herself to the more difficult setting.

*****

Lothar prepped the small anti-grav personnel car. It would carry up to eight passengers, but they could manage room for only four, the rest of the space being taken up by fuel, as they had to undertake a six thousand-mile journey. They had to use a small vehicle to be able to fly beneath the radar of the city limits. The Police air units would instantly investigate anything bigger, such as the Xerxes and the cities air defences were devastating. Any unauthorised entrance to the cities perimeter fly zone would be blown to pieces by the massive gun towers if they failed to supply the correct clearance codes. There was no alternative but to go in light, and attempt to take out Maude deVille's secured apartments as fast as possible. They couldn't risk anything to attract the attention of the security forces or police, as they had to secure the penthouse for their own ends. It was an extremely dangerous mission.

The ECC had been monitoring the area around Antarctica solidly for the past two days. The Xerxes had been reported lost at sea in one of the many dangerous radiation storms that blazed over the surface of the globe.

Remnants of the neutron war, they were pockets of intense atmospheric pressure that created high winds which pulled huge vortexes of sea water hundreds of feet into the radioactive air and could interfere with the instruments of smaller crafts. They were often monitored from space and Lothar had directed an image of one over the path reportedly taken by the Xerxes. Again it was all done with Zorn's computer banks and radar jammers as the ship was safely tucked away in Zorn's main hangar, were it was being scavenged for parts and resources. The sophisticated voice synthesis machines had added an air or realism to the last transmission from the Xerxes: the screams of the women as they were supposedly hit by the storm and downed into the icy depths. It had triggered a day of mourning throughout the western cities of Earth. The loss of a promising young team sent to investigate a sketchy radar contact that turned out to be a computer malfunction. They sent a cursory team out to scan the area but they never came within a hundred miles of the base and left empty handed after a few hours of nervous flying looking for a storm that had never existed and a ship that hadn't crashed.

Lothar was to pilot the Anti-grav car for the mission as he had been extensively trained in combat being a reclaimed shock trooper from the Shenendoah's arsenal. Stripped of his weaponry and battle chip, he was given his freedom as Krell quickly realised the value of free males who could pilot craft. Since the revolution when the women took over, there were simply no more male pilots coming through the ranks. Krell and his colonists could fly a craft, and a few shocktroops had been trained too, but that was it. This effectively killed off any mass invasion-by-air plans, as Krell had so few pilots they would be hopelessly out flown. Still, an insidious invasion was far more in keeping with his style. Take out the government from within. Disarm the military next, after all, what man would obey an order to attack his own kind when freedom would be a simple refusal of orders away? Then he could covertly pass laws to outlaw al forms of male ownership. Krell rubbed his hands; it was not long now! If he could secure the apartments of the Minister, the woefully assuming Maude de Ville, he would have two months in which to convert her and send her out to do his bidding.

Lothar readied the craft while Zorn supervised the installation of the Xerxes crew. Siobhan had been brought to his attention as a perfect candidate for conversion and he singled her out for special treatment. The others were untied from the X frames cursing and swearing at their collaborating pilot. They were dragged unceremoniously down freezing ice corridors and into the massive turbine rooms.

A slow moving underground stream turned the huge subterranean motors. The hole in the ozone layer had melted areas of the ice cap and the resulting streams flowed out to the sea. Zorn had tapped into this as an ideal source of unlimited power. The women were going to be accessories on the turning vanes, aiding the revolving spokes that were moved by the water's current, and provided the electricity that powered the base.

Zorn had his guards hold the women still as he examined his merchandise. Checking for suicide pills or hidden bio-implants that would aid in an escape attempt. They fought against his rough groping search far harder than he expected. They were after all though trained in unarmed combat and he found that he had to whip them soundly before they became easily malleable. Afterwards he stepped back wiping his brow. It was a wonderful way to keep him self warm in this freezing underground city, all this whipping. Great exercise for the arms. He surveyed the weeping women before him as they huddled together for warmth on the floor of the icy cavern ringed by the armed guards. They recoiled in fear as he approached them terrified at the prospect of what he might do next.

"See what you made me do? I'm sweating now!" He laughed. "If you'd have been co-operative I wouldn't have had to whip you!"

"You monster, how could you do this to me!" A dark-haired co-pilot sobbed. "Who are you people?"

"We are your tormentors. And this is your new home." He gestured to the dark bubbling water that flowed slowly through the cavern. "And that is where you'll be living!"

They screamed as they saw a number of guards approaching dressed in heavy scuba gear to protect them from the chill of the freezing river. The first girl was dragged screaming to the lip of the water. Zorn pulled a lever and slowed the first turbine to a halt. The woman was forcibly zipped into a skin-tight rubber wetsuit that was clearly two or three sizes too small for her. Her breasts were roughly pulled out through apertures by their nipple rings, and chains with clamps were attached. The wetsuit's legs were strapped tightly together giving the woman the appearance of a fetishist mermaid, and a singular fin attached to the feet. A horrible realisation dawned on the woman and she began to kick out and thrash like a flexing tube of rubber. Her constricted breasts wobbled crazily as she fought adding to the amusement of the guards. Zorn stepped froward with the whip raised and with a shriek she immediately stopped moving and lay still. 

"Too late my dear!"

The guards rolled her over exposing her bared and snow flecked behind as it protruded through a strategically cut hole in the rear of the suit. The whip fell heavily and waves of hot pain coursed through her. She writhed on the slippery ice floor of the cave like a squirming black eel. The other three naked women, huddled together to keep warm and under the watchful eye of a group of well satisfied guards, sobbed fearfully at the sight of their companion being lashed. They were all shaking somewhat with the cold, their wracking sobs leaving plumes of steam in the air around them. 

The recalcitrant woman was hauled screaming to her feet by one of the wet suited guards. She teetered and nearly fell, but was steadied by the guard who held tight to the nipple rings. She wailed as the skin whitened and threatened to tear free from the rings, but as the pain bordered on the unbearable, she managed to regain her balance, and alleviated the terrible tension. "Attach her to the turbine." Zorn ordered.

The hulking guard scooped the fearful woman up, approached the lip of the stream and stepped over the edge and into the icy waters. Her cry was lost beneath the bubbling liquid splash and the other women gasped in horror at the sight of their companion vanishing below.

"Suit them up." Zorn pointed to the remaining women, who in turn were zipped screaming into the wetsuits and cinched tightly into squirming columns of rubberised womanhood. As soon as the remaining girls were suitably attired, the first diver resurfaced and they were led, or rather hopped, to the edge of the stream to witness their impending fate. Even that was a traumatic experience. The hopping motion produced an extremely painful bounce in the extruded and cinched tits of each woman. 

The first victim was now secured to a vane that jutted into the water from the massive cylindrical turbine. She was mounted on a sliding stanchion just beneath the water and she was angled in such a way as to have to kick her legs in order to surface to snatch a breath. Each kick of the woman's legs, empowered by the large single flipper attached to the wetsuit, accelerated the turbine's revolution. But, each time the sliding mount reached the highest point, and the woman could gasp for air, a spring loaded mechanism activated, that plunged the woman beneath the surface again, resetting itself as the slider hit the zenith of the machine's range.

Each plunging motion, in and out of the water, caused a huge anal dildo to plunge hard into the woman, often causing her to expel the precious air she'd just snatched in a stream of bubbles, with the sudden shock of the freezing penetration. As the women watched, they could see their installed fellow prisoner rising and falling beneath the icy surface of the stream, her face, exposed to the freezing water, was already flushed with colour and she sent a spray of freezing foam splashing every time she gasped for breath. She kicked frenziedly to the surface; accelerating the rotation of the turbine and bobbing out of the water like a performing seal. Zorn smiled his amusement at her as she surfaced once more, and he could see that she saw him for a fraction of a second as she used the snatched breath of air to scream "Bastard!" before plunging under again.

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Struggling feebly, the remaining women were positioned on separate vanes evenly distributed around the circumference of the machine. Large anal prongs and thick strapping which threaded through their rubber wetsuits secured the women in place allowing no movement other than the restricted kicking of the legs. The male divers hauled themselves from the stream and retired to a warming bath, while Zorn spent a while gazing at the struggling women. One after the other, their heads broke the surface in a spray of foam, their mouths agape, before vanishing into the freezing stream once more like a synchronised swimming team of old, but with added bondage torture. He checked a dial on the wall and was pleased to see that the electrical output of the generator was up a whopping forty percent! 

He was glad he'd had the presence of mind to instigate such an adaptation to their main power source. It would increase their productivity and speed up Krell's invasion. Now that they also had a potential headquarters in the city, courtesy of Maude's secret hideout, things were finally beginning to look up for mankind.

Zorn turned from the room leaving the women desperately kicking in the icy waters to keep their heads above the surface. Filling their lungs as best as they could in the few seconds they had at the surface. The entire machine revolved inexorably and the women fought to survive in the terrible conditions. Glass walls and viewing ports in the staff restroom also allowed the entire scene to add a certain fish-tank ambience to the place. Watching those tightly sheathed and bound rubberised mermaids struggling in eternal torment added a whole new dimension to the otherwise drab restaurant. Trade went up three hundred percent once the word went out. Everyone wanted a window seat so as to enjoy the sight of bound, flexing, latexed mermaids, all tightly cinched up, tethered to their task, and driven to provide a spectacular display of rippling female filled rubber as they struggled to survive.

A complaint from someone about the invectives they hurled at the topside audience each time they surfaced, resulted in all of them being tightly gagged. Whilst they were adding that little item of torment, Zorn had them all blindfolded as well. Breathing with only their nostrils free added whole new dimension to the trauma.

*****

Two large guards held Adelle firmly down as Maude tightened the final straps, securing the naked woman to the specially modified punishment chair. She hadn't resisted thus far, to the politician's orders, and quite frankly, she was quite looking forward to testing out the unfamiliar looking chair. It was recognisable instantly, as practically every home had one, but this was far from the standard design of male punishment paraphernalia. 

The butt-shafting device was still there, as were most of the restraining straps and pistons, but instead of the typical chest bands, an overhead arm, bristled with interesting looking devices.

A neck strap secured her head in place and Maude stepped back to admire her handiwork.

"Who do you work for?" Maude sneered.

"Interrogation all ready?" Adelle laughed. "You haven't done this very often before have you?"

"Oh I think you'll find I'm being quite reasonable offering you a way of escape prior to your torture. I think you will regret being so headstrong in a few minutes from now."

"Get on with it bitch! I haven't got all day, besides, I'm gonna need to see how this thing works so I'll know how to use it on you!"

"You seem very sure that you'll be freed."

"Call it a hunch."

"Too bad." Maude smiled. "I like it when I get to prove people wrong." 

She threw a switch and the machine hummed into life. The torturing anal probe, designed to fill the ass of a six-foot, heavily built man, jammed violently up into Adelle's rectum. She was tall by most women's standard and very slim, yet the modified girth of the plunger almost filled her entire pelvic cavity. Her anus bulged impossibly against the shining metal rod. 

"Ohhh," she gasped uncontrollably as Maude set the machine to automatic and the massive plunger began to thrust in and out of the woman. She writhed deliciously impaled on the machine. Maude's eye's widened a she observed Adelle's reactions. Her body fought against the restraining straps and she issued a series of low, almost orgasmic moans, as the dildo slid inexorably in and out of her anus. Her nipples hardened visibly, and Maude could discern the faintest drips of moisture appearing on the exposed labia of her intended victim.

"Oh, oh yes!" Adelle's breathing became a panting exhalation.

Frowning, Maude realised that her prisoner was getting off big time on her torture. She jabbed another button, and the over head arm lowered eyes in pleasure over the squirming woman's breasts. Adelle closed her as long pins lowered from the sinister machine above her and punctured her nipples. The sharp sensations of masochistic pain that tingled deliciously were suddenly heightened as short, snapping, electric shocks, flashed through her exposed breasts.

"Ohh yess!" She gasped. It took her back to her student days when Krell had wired her parts to the mains and shocked her repeatedly for two days straight.

Maude thoughtfully puckered her lips. "Leave us." She said to the guards. Disappointed they left the women alone in the darkened torture room. Maude didn't want the men enjoying it. They didn't deserve pleasure in their miserable lives!

Maude angrily jabbed a few more buttons on the control console. A second phallus rose from the centre of the punishment chair, widely fluted and buzzing angrily. Maude was almost annoyed with herself for not gagging Adelle, thinking she would enjoy hearing her scream when instead, she was gasping with delight. Well, thought Maude, she couldn't possibly enjoy the abrasive texture of the huge drill-like borer that was gouging its way up her cunt now! The pink flesh of the pussy lips became an angry red as the revolving vibrating monster threatened to tear Adelle's entrance in two. It vanished inside her up to the hilt. The woman's thighs were quaking with the intense vibrations from the machine. Her gasping, which had seemed to revel in delight, rose an octave and finally Maude could see that the machine was really hurting her. A sheen of sweat broke across her trembling skin and she tried to fight against the pain.

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Seizing the moment Maude adjusted the configuration of the chair. The leg braces bent backwards and her legs were pulled underneath her, bending at the knees. Her ankles were pulled tightly behind her causing her thigh muscles to bulge under the pressure. Her arms too were pulled back violently, the tension almost dislocating her shoulders. Adelle cried out in agony and swore through fiercely gritted teeth. The electricity coursing through her breasts was increased, and her body bucked uncontrollably against the restraints as the voltage wracked through her. Her eyes rolled back in her skull and flecks of spittle appeared on her lips. Adelle's teeth chattered and animal noises escaped her blue lips. Maude had never before utilised all of the machine's elements simultaneously, and for a second, thought that she might have gone too far. Her eyes widened at the extent of the bodily contortions that Adelle endured. Deep throated screams came from her and Maude was almost taken aback at the violence of the scene that she was creating.

She reduced the current. Adelle's body stopped bucking and began to merely twitch as the intermittent shocks sparked from her nipples. Sweat ran from Adelle's forehead and she slowly regained her composure. Her keening wail descended in pitch into a loud braying laugh!

"Phew, that was some trip." She laughed through the tears. "Aah!"

Maude whacked up the power again and the woman's back arched almost impossibly against the bonds. The straps barely held her in place and Maude could actually feel the vibrations of the chair through the floor. The butt plug gave off a crackling burst of energy inside her anus and the massive fluted vaginal drill pumped in and out, stretching the pussy almost to tearing point, distending the flesh and pummelling her entire pelvic cavity into searing hot agony. Adelle began screaming again, and this time Maude was sure that the suffering was acute. She slipped a mask over Adelle's face, forcing a nozzle in between her teeth to prevent her biting off the tongue in a spasm, and forcing a powerful pain-accentuating into her lungs for the bloodstream to carry throughout her body. The drug would settle in the nerve endings making her very flesh hypersensitive and making it impossible for Adelle to black out. After a few breaths, Adelle realised what it was she was inhaling, through the red mist of agony that had begun to cloud her vision she could vaguely make out the mask strapped to her face. She attempted to struggle but realised it was too late. The drug started to take immediate effect and she began to feel every ridge of the metal drill as it gouged the soft flesh inside her pussy, and every air- searing crack of electricity that played across her desperately perspiring skin. She tried to scream, but couldn't draw enough breath to make a sound loud enough to reflect accurately the sheer volume of her torture.

Maude stood back to admire her work. Adelle didn't really look capable of any more resistance, but that didn't matter much though because, even if she wanted to, there was no way in which she could signal her capitulation. The huge sinister machine throbbed with power its shining metal surfaces glinting with reflected light. By contrast the woman tied brutally in position atop the punishment chair began to look very vulnerable and frighteningly mortal compared to the bludgeoning power of the two clanking metal arms that drove the massive dildos into her.

Maude addressed the control panel again, pleased at having encountered an adversary with such incredible stamina. She could see in her eyes that the pain-enhancing drug was working. Good, it would make the whole process that much simpler. Maude flicked a switch and the central chair motor began to slowly move Adelle's hips in time to meet the thrusting of the dildos. This seemed to distress her somewhat, but Maude simply sat back and enjoyed the show as the machine got going.

The central motor had initially been a mechanism for male slaves in punishment chairs to enhance their pelvic thrusting abilities to superhuman speeds and depths in order to make their female masters riding them come with fantastic precision. Each thrusting lunge could be pre-programmed to match the individual woman's needs. This time though the machine rolled Adelle's tightly bound pelvis over the thrusting prongs with a sinister acceleration. She was too weak to struggle against the machine and felt her terror rise. It was like a nightmare rollercoaster ride where you couldn't get off. Her vagina slipped wetly over the brutal metal phallus and the liquid noises of penetration were all but drowned out by the tortured gasping from inside Adelle's mask. Her hips bucked and rolled, as she was force to plunge and ride with the diabolical devices plunging relentlessly in and out of her..

Maude pulled over a stool and sat directly in front of the punishment chair to enjoy the pre-programmed ride that Adelle was going to enjoy. She sat with just the backs of her buttocks on the seat and slid forward, allowing the shiny PVC skirt to ride up her thighs. She gloated over her victim's pain and slipped a gloved hand beneath the skirt and stroked the moist cleft of her pussy with her fingers concentrating on the accelerating brutality of the machine. The thrusting anal plug was moving faster now and the combined speed of the pelvic thrusting of the woman and the metal arms plunging back and forth inside her caused the blood to pound through Maude's veins. She slipped three fingers of her right hand inside herself while with her left; she began to rub her clitoris in time to the penetrations of the machine in front of her.

Adelle could see that Maude was bringing herself off and through painfully gritted teeth swore that her revenge would be absolute.

Maude panted heavily as she watched the glittering dildos bore into the painfully red orifices of her captive. Her own fingers worked up speed in time to match the machine's accelerated thrusting, and she felt the tingling glow of a growing orgasm begin. Her juices flowed and the slippery, gloved fingers squirmed around faster inside her. Maude could smell her own sex and her excitement mounted as she saw the anger of humiliation in Adelle's eyes. She drank in the sight of the massive dildo bulging the pussy lips and lived out her most voyeuristic excesses.

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As the machine's programmed run came to a juddering thrusting end, with Adelle's own tightly bound pelvis and abdomen seemingly grinding herself traitorously down on the slippery fuck shafts, Maude closed her eyes, threw back her head and she came. Both hands vigorously worked away at her pussy, her skirt riding high over her hips, her legs spread wide to allow Adelle every opportunity of witnessing the frenzied masturbation.

As the quivering of her pussy flesh slowly subsided, and the orgasm faded, Maude stood up and smoothed her skirt back into position. She could see that the machine had run its course and was awaiting further input. Adelle was panting heavily into the mask and seemed to be only barely conscious. Maude removed the mask and smiled warmly into her captive's face. Adelle glared back through bloodshot eyes. Maude ran a caressing hand across Adelle's stomach tracing a line down her abdomen towards her painfully angry red pussy. The thick fluted dildo was deep inside her, Maude having programmed the machine to end on its deepest parameter. Even through the plastic glove, she could feel tremendous heat radiating from Adelle's brutalised sex organs.

"Now do you feel like talking?" She purred content in the knowledge that Adelle had really suffered in the machine's brutal embrace.

"If you must know," she panted through gritted teeth, "I quite like green."

"What?"

"My favourite colour. That's the only thing I'm telling you, besides the fact that I will make you beg for your life before the night is through." 

Maude stepped away, quite taken aback by the sheer audacity, the outright insolence, well, even the balls of the woman! For a few moments she stood there speechless, somehow incredulously thinking that she was fond of green too, before jabbing a button on the control panel.

With a squelch the vaginal and anal probes withdrew. The painfully angry skin around them had tightened in the few minutes since the machine had stopped and the withdrawal was as painful almost as he first penetrations. Adelle yelped.

With petulance suited to her high office, Maude slapped her hands down onto the top of the control panel.

"Oh by the way?" Adelle rasped in short breath.

"Yes?" Maude snapped back.

"I lost count of how many times I came."

Maude howled with anger and ran her hands across the controls. Electricity crackled, the butt-plug rammed itself home and the fluted dildo began to thrust furiously with a renewed vigour. She turned every dial up to maximum and watched as Adelle's body was all but torn apart by the uncompromising machine. It seemed that this bitch would take a bit of time to break down fully as nobody had actually enjoyed any of the torture before. Maude angrily poured herself a glass of liquor and played some music to accompany the wretched screeches. She might as well make an evening out of it!


4
INTO THE CITY

Lothar piloted the Grav-car through the cities outer limits. He had kept to the quieter approaches of the city, shunning the main trade highways and flight paths to avoid the security forces, and now weaved in between the glittering spires and skyscrapers at an altitude of nearly two thousand feet. A steady signal pinged from the tracking system, guiding him towards Adelle. It was only a matter of time before they found her.

Behind him in the car, two heavily armed shocktroops scanned the radar, checking for any signs of pursuit. Zorn had insisted he takes enough firepower to get him through a scrape, but Lothar had excelled himself with a marvellous idea; A secret weapon that would outweigh the devastation of any neutron launcher. The fourth passenger seat was taken up by Latara herself. What more devastating a way to break a proud woman than to show her the fate that she had befallen her own daughter. A fate that she herself had caused, and would very soon suffer also. The car swung into the brisk moving lanes of aerial traffic and was soon lost amongst the myriad of hover cars and light cruisers.

Latara had been detached from her cold machine shaking uncontrollably and quite out of her mind with pain. Zorn had given her an injection of stimulant and she had slowly thawed. Carrie had watched her companion freed through eyes held open by tears of ice. Her shivering body had yearned for release from the awful effort of pushing and lifting that kept her alive, but they had merely heightened the resistance settings making it even more difficult for her to manipulate. Her freezing, quivering ass cheeks had slid painfully up the greased metal shaft as Zorn and the men watched her, but she fell short of activating the heater and was subjected to a stinging shock. Her cheeks reddened momentarily with the blast, her body craving the stimulation of the pain for warmth, before she slumped weakly back with a squelch onto the anal and vaginal probes that filled her to the hilt. As Latara was carried from the room like a mannequin, Carrie feebly whined after them for pity but was left alone with only the mocking echoes of her torment for company.

Latara had been strapped into a rigid costume. Her limbs wrapped around her and tied into position using cuffs and straps of glistening black leather. As a means of further subjugation and torture during the three hour, six thousand-mile flight she was fitted with a control dildo.

The device was modelled on Dr Krell's pneumatic fanny hammer. The men around her in the grav-car, remotely controlled the eight-inch long five-inch thick, metal intruder. It buzzed insistently, sending a low wattage thrum of charge through her contorted abdominal muscles. She moaned intermittently into her gag as the frequencies of the vibrations were randomly changed. She was lucky though, as its maximum setting would only match Dr Krell's penis set to just number three, and not his formidable level five setting that had caused such gasps of admiration from the freed men, when they saw its devastating effect on the slave girls.

The dildo pulsated inside her. Nodules along its length alternately protruded outwards, stretching the interior of her pussy and kneading the flesh with a nauseating sensation that made her tremble in her bonds. The mouth gag prevented her from making little more than muffled whines.

The men around her enjoyed the proximity of her beautiful, tortured body. They could smell her sex as she thawed on the back seat of the eight-man carrier. The two shocktroops, although disconnected from their brain controlling computer systems, were nonetheless, heavily armoured and well armed killing machines. Their hulking metal presence filled most of the interior of the craft, but with their visors up, they appeared to be little more than smiling, if well built young men.

The craft slid through the ranks of the early evening traffic. They slowed to a reasonable pace and joined the main arterial sky traffic towards their destination in the residential sectors. "Ahh, there she is." Smiled Lothar. "The Dodson tower. Top floor."

He gestured towards a towering city block ahead. Thousands of seemingly tiny lights peppered the sheer sides of the tower, but each one was a massive window of a huge apartment. The Dodson tower was one of the most exclusive buildings. Movie stars, weapons dealers and politicians were known to frequent various ray shielded levels, no doubt getting up to every depravity they could imagine with their male slaves. As nobody spoke to strangers in such a place, they were practically guaranteed anonymity. 

"What's the situation?" Janders, one of the troops asked.

"Circle the tower, see what the security is like. Reconnoitre the area." Lothar paused, enjoying the breathless anticipation of the soldiers beside him.

"And?" They asked as one.

"We blast the shit out of anything that gets in our way!"

Scaaro, the second trooper smiled and checked that his blaster was fully charged.

The men grinned at each other and flicked their sinister visors down. Latara whimpered as she saw the weaponry that the two armoured suits brandished. She had been allowed to overhear the entire discussion on the trip to the Capitol City of Earth's Central Command and she knew that they planned to kidnap and torture a member of the council. Lothar turned to look at her. "Oh, yeah, and make sure you don't kill the minister. At least not until she's had a chance to say goodbye to her daughter."

Latara's mind reeled with the implication of his words. She frantically squirmed and threshed while trying to scream through the awful constriction of the gag. They were coming for her mother! She strained desperately putting every ounce of her strength into fighting the bonds, but couldn't so much as expand the heavy strapping around her so much as a fraction of an inch. She shifted her centre of gravity across the vehicle's rear seat and fell with a thud onto the floor of the car. One of the shocktroops laughed and jabbed a finger gauntleted finger into the cleft of her exposed behind. 

She squealed and tried to wriggle upright, but the woman was securely lodged face down in the narrow space between the seats with her ass high in the air. He rapped his metal knuckles on the exposed nub of her control dildo and she squealed in pain as the monster jammed further inside her. He could see her stretched pussy lips glistening as she strained to accommodate the pulsing metal phallus. It was securely held in place though, should she try to expel it, by a brutally tight strap that bit into her crotch.

The grav car circled the building.

"Judging by the locator up Adelle's ass, she's somewhere on the upper floors." Lothar mused. He flicked the controls to perform a density scan and the readout beamed back limited information describing briefly the layout of the upper floors. There seemed to be an area separated from the rest of the building's main access ways, entered only from a private docking bay or hangar near the roofline. The walls of this section of the building seemed to be reinforced. Perfect stronghold. You would have to take out the entire building to get to it. At least, you would if you didn't have the element of surprise and Krell's superior radar equipment.

Lothar could see that the Ray shielded area extended across almost an entire floor. Thousands of square feet, it was ideal storage space for a base to mount the invasion from. The particle scan revealed the existence of seven life scans. The modified grav-car circled the building once more then vanished into the night seemingly continuing on its journey. One of Maude's shock troop guards cursorily glanced at his monitor but the car that had passed nearby had gone before he could get an identification code from its onboard navigation computer. He returned to monitoring the scanners, satisfied that nothing was amiss.

He was still monitoring the scanners five minutes later when Lothar stepped up behind him and disconnected him from the machine. The shocktroop, jammed and slumped unconsciously forward. He was using the same technology that had pacified the Shenedoah's and the Hyperion's soldiers. Janders and Scaaro appeared behind Lothar in the scanning room doorway. 

"That's all the guards out cold."

"Excellent." Lothar disabled the security systems using more patented Krell technology, a small handset that looped all the devices feedback continuously, in effect blinding all scanners to their presence. "Let's take care of our female friends!"

*****

Maude frowned; this was not what she'd expected. So far the wretched woman had mostly been enjoying the damned torture. The pain drug had kept Adelle in a heightened state of near frenzy. The veins bulged on her neck and every sinew and muscle was taught through the spasming electricity. Maude had twice lowered the power to try and interrogate her and both times, when the woman had got her breath back she had laughed in her face and told her how much she'd liked green.

She was a real sicko. Maude was genuinely disturbed by the masochists' endurance. She had never seen a male slave come even close to withstanding such concentrated torture, let alone imagine that this slim, middle aged woman could laugh at everything that she could throw at her, despite the obvious agony that was coursing through her. Once she thought that the woman had uttered a word, but it sounded like Krill, which as far as she knew was a type of green plankton stuff like algae! Green again! Bitch!

She was damnably frustrated at the woman's behaviour, not so much resisting or fighting against the torture, but indulging it and seemingly thriving on it! She glanced at her watch. It was getting late and she was becoming a little peckish. Maude set the machine onto automatic, pausing only briefly to watch as Adelle writhed and contorted, impaled as she was on the thrusting metal dildos, before turning away in annoyance with the spectacle and heading towards her darkened private dining area down the hall. The door hissed shut behind her cutting out the sound of the techno- rape and leaving her in the relative silence of her deserted living area.

Maude angrily jabbed at the dispenser and removed a fresh sandwich and a cup of cappuccino. As she turned away from the machine she thought she caught a movement from the corner of her eye. Odd, there should be no guards here. She had ordered them away.

"Hello, who's there?" Maude put the seasoned authority of public office into her voice and it cut with stentorian power into the darkness of her rooms. There was no reply. She shook her head. There was no way that any intruder could get into her quarters. The entire floor was ray-shielded, and blast-proofed, and with the best security systems the planet had devised, the apartments were impregnable. She shrugged maybe it was because it was so late that her eyes were playing tricks on her, she had after all been sitting in a darkened room for hours watching electricity flash across wobbling breasts and two glittering probes disappearing into squelching holes!

As she returned to the torture room, she remembered Adelle's earlier threats that before the night was out she would make her beg for her life. Maude paused mid stride. Although it was surely impossible, Adelle had seemed pretty sure that a rescue attempt would be made, and soon. Maude, frowning entered the torture room.

Adelle was screaming with quite a startling vigour. She crossed the room swiftly, thinking that the machine might have ruptured her insides and pulled up short suddenly. It wasn't Adelle in the machine!

It was Latara bucking uncontrollably in her place, tears streaming down her face, her body fighting the penetration as hard as she could, and failing dismally. The plunging steel shafts slit effortlessly into her own daughter's sex organs. There was something wrong with her face, she was gagged yes, but Maude could see that the gag was fastened in place by steel rings that punctured her lips and kept them closed. Her eyes held none of the fiercely proud individuality, redolent of the deVille family, instead they were weak and pleading, seemingly robbed of all spirit.

Maude dropped the cup and it shattered at her feet, splashing the hot brown liquid over her boots. How could her daughter be here? She was on a mission! On a distant planet surely, acquiring males for her ministry?

She was commanding officer of the Shenendoah! Flagship of the fleet! In horror she turned away and ran to the console, furiously jabbing the alert button. But the system was unresponsive! How? She cried out with frustration. The security was impregnable. She jammed the com link button down.

"Guards! Guards!"

"They can't hear you."

Maude whirled. Adelle emerged from the shadows at the far end of the room, albeit walking somewhat stiffly. She wiped the sweat off her brow with a towel. "That was quite a workout."

"How did you get free?"

From behind Adelle, two massive shapes lurched from the darkness. Lothar's shocktroops. Realising the terrible extent of the danger she was in, Maude made a lunge for the door to escape, but Lothar appeared, to block her way. She went to hit him but her caught her fist, spun her around, forced her arm up her back and held her firmly in place with his left forearm wrapped around her neck, almost lifting her from the floor and threatening to close her windpipe. He manoeuvred her towards the punishment chair where Latara wailed and struggled against the terrible torture.

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He held Maude close so she could see her daughter's suffering. Maude tried to turn her head away from the terrible sight but Lothar wrenched her back into position, his strength formidable.

"Take a good look." He snarled "You're next."

"No!" she screamed, "anything but that! I can pay you! Whatever she has paid you to rebel against your mistress, I'll pay you double and see that you come to no harm."

The shocktroops flipped up their visors and joined Lothar in a round of scornful laughter. "We have no mistresses, we're free men!"

"Impossible!"

Adelle turned off the machine and Latara sobbed to be let free. One of the shocktroops removed her and cuffed her to one of the many torture devices mounted to the walls of Maude's chamber. She slumped to the floor feebly her knees clenched tightly together. With large earful eyes she whimpered at the gathering before her. Never in her worse nightmares, even in Krell's evil clutches, could she have imagined that her torturous humiliations would extend as far as seeing her own mother looming over her while she was in such an extreme position of male domination. But here she was in her Mother's private quarters surrounded by liberated men.

It brought home the horrors of the months of subjugation as Krell's pony girl with a feeling of terrible reality. Somehow out in space the nightmare planet had indeed been like a bad dream, but one that she would wake from one day upon return to Earth.

She had never believed that a nightmare could get so out of hand. The shocktrooper wrenched her knees apart and she could see Maude squirm in Lothar's grasp. The massive control dildo was roughly jammed back up her and the strap that held it in place tightened with an almost unbearable tension. The trooper stood back and flicked a remote control switch.

The monster hummed into life and she writhed uncomfortably her legs kicking and twitching as she fought against the evil throbbing. She was left to her own devices, literally, as the group turned to Maude deVille, High member of Earth's Central Command and minister of Male Resources. 

Adelle smiled at Maude. "I hate to say I told you so, but..." she shrugged and smiled. "Looks like I was right again." She turned to Lothar. "Good work soldier, I was beginning to get a bit sore on that thing. You better strap her down. I've got some getting even to do!"

*****

Zorn sighed. It had been a hectic few hours but now that the two escapees from Planet Sex had been contained, the rescue mission covered up and the secret, fortified apartments of Maude deVille were under his control. He could afford to take a breather!

Lothar had radioed to say that the rescue mission had gone exactly to plan. Zorn was impressed by his charge's reliability. He would reward him well; perhaps he'd give him a continent to rule when the world was comfortably under male control.

Also, according to one of his loyal guards, one of the captured women from the Xerxes actually enjoyed her raping on the X-frame. He was curious. He had heard of free women being closet submissives, but he hadn't actually seen one's reactions up close. He'd known Adelle was a bit of a swinger, but she was too old for his tastes and he knew his father had a soft spot for torturing her personally. By all accounts she was something special.

Perhaps then, it would be fun to nurture his own submissive toy. Maybe they were more vital, more deliciously vibrant than your average slave. Broken women, often harboured deep resentment despite their acknowledging men as their masters. Take Latara and Carrie for instance. How dare they attempt an escape! If they were men, and the situations were reversed, an escape attempt by a male slave on Earth was usually punishable by death.

 Zorn summoned a guard and ordered him to bring Siobhan to his apartments. He stretched his legs and flexed his fingers before selecting a torture frame from the long array of wall apparatus that lined his apartment. A crude machine but capable of inflicting intense pain without breaking the skin or leaving any exterior signs of damage. 

Siobhan had been removed from the turbine's vanes after just three hours. She was stripped from the wetsuit, and was now lead into the room by a pair of armed guards. She was hurled to the floor shivering uncontrollably with the intensity of the cold, her chains clattering around her.

Siobhan was too weak to resist as Zorn hauled the shaking woman to her feet and thrust her against the torture frame. It was made up primarily of lagged steel tubing, to prevent the victim's skin from sticking to the steel in the freezing temperatures, with a number of harnesses and pulleys attached. A selection of sliding weights adorned the two main uprights of the machine, and looking at the proliferation of leather straps, Siobhan was left in no doubt as to her impending position. She tried to summon strength for resistance but her prior immersion in the freezing subterranean stream had sapped her of energy and the best she could manage was a keening wail as Zorn thrust her into the centre of the apparatus and cuffed her wrists securely. She hung from the rack, her legs dragging on the cold floor, as Zorn buckled a corset that was integral to the strapping of the machine attached as it was to the hanging central tubing section, around her waist to support her. He took away her breath for a second as he hauled tightly on the bindings, cinching her waist down to a tiny size, and causing her breasts to bulge over the open cups.

She keened in protest but the steely glare that he fixed her eyes with, ensured that she never attempted to actually speak or offer anything that could be deemed a protest. Recent experience seemed to dictate that screaming in pain though was eminently allowable.

Zorn slipped her arms into long, buckled tubes of leather that engulfed her hands and came up almost to her shoulders. He tightened the many clasps along the length of the enclosing sleeve and she could feel her arms being stiffened and rigidly supported. Inside the tightened gloves, which tapered at the ends, she couldn't so much as wiggle her fingers even slightly. At her elbows, the structure seemed reinforced to keep her arms straight allowing no movement whatsoever and limiting even the tensing of her arm muscles.

When he was finished tying both sleeves securely, he hoisted her arms high above her head using a pulley attached to chains at the wrists, and her feet left the floor. She swung from the creaking leather harness as Zorn secured the chains in place to keep her at that particular height. The two arm sheaths were strapped together using matching bindings mounted along their lengths. Her legs were then taken one at a time and tied at the ankles to articulated metal sections mounted on rails on the main frame. Stiff leather leg sheathes were fastened to her in a similar manner to the arm restrictors and she found that her legs were as equally immobile. The sheathes however only came up to her thighs, leaving her hips and crotch area nakedly exposed and whitely contrasting to the black of the leather corset and bindings.

Four short straps, two front and two rear, attached the leg binding fittings to the corset, and when tightened joined the whole containment system together as an incredibly tight ensemble.

Zorn stepped up behind the suspended girl and gripped the frame. He pushed the contraption forward on its castors and across the apartment to a large door frosted with a glittering sparkle of ice. Siobhan whimpered in fear as the door opened to reveal a large cave with a naturally formed ice grotto replete with a jagged array of stalagmites and stalactites. The ice formations made the cave resemble the gaping jaws and long rows of gleaming jagged teeth of a massive creature. Zorn pushed the frame into the grotto, wheeling her forward and back, working to an unknown agenda, until he was satisfied that she was correctly positioned. From her vantage point hanging from the frame, Siobhan could see a number of stalagmites, which were apparently worn down somehow, their points being missing and the remaining stumps were rounded off.

Zorn began to lower the bound woman and she realised with horror that the stalagmites had actually been melted down, a fraction of a second before she felt the cold point of her own impalement nudging the entrance of her vagina. She fought against the bonds despite her obviously vulnerable position. Zorn pulled on the chains and she found herself being lowered. A gloved hand forcibly worked her vagina over the spiked stalagmite. 

Siobhan winced as the freezing spear slipped inside her. The cold was so intense that she almost felt as if her insides were burning. The flesh reddened and puckered around her steaming entrance and the stalagmites tip began to slowly dribble with moisture as her body heat slowly warmed the ice. Zorn adjusted the weight ratio of the apparatus and Siobhan's mid air splits got wider. As the stalagmite melted, her body would gradually lower itself, while the pulleys and chains would draw her legs higher. Her breath steamed the air and the vapour hung undisturbed like a shroud of mist about her. Twin chains attached to her nipple rings tugged her freezing cold breasts forward. The chains were attached to a weight and pulley system, fed by an angled steel tube that directed the melting water along a track, and as it was collected in a container, added to the weight of strain on her nipples.

Zorn seemed happy that the woman was at his mercy. He scratched a mark about half way down the column of ice, giving himself a rough estimation of how long he would leave her in his freezer. He didn't want her to be permanently damaged in any way, at least not physically. He had viewed a security camera's footage of her performance on the 'X' racks. Her sex organs had hungrily guzzled the crew's thrusting cocks, her buttocks clenching over each slippery penetration. Zorn was impressed enough to want to know more about the captured pilot. Her records from the ECC's security files had implicated that she was a hard liner, a right wing man hater. Apparently she'd sought to cloud her true bent with an extreme stance. Zorn wasn't fooled. He walked over to a small cabinet hidden amongst the gleaming icy spires and withdrew a frosted can of beer. He popped the tab and chugged back a draught. He went through the ritual of enjoying the drink in full view of the traumatised woman.. The girl looked down at him, shivering in her bonds, causing the chains that held her to softly clink together. The sound echoed from the high ceiling of the cavern forming a gentle melody. Zorn plucked at an eyebrow ring thoughtfully he read the woman's reactions. She was watching him intently too. Her eyes pleaded for freedom and hinted darkly at half promised submission. She remained silent though. Not once did she beg out loud for her release. It was strange Zorn thought that she hadn't screamed and yelled like all of the others. While it looked as if she was in terrible discomfort, she occasionally let out a gasp that could be mistaken for pleasure. It was as if she was trying to get some enjoyment from the torture.

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It was clear that he had himself quite a remarkable pet. He ran his hands over her upper thigh and she responded to the touch. "Fuck me." She breathed. Zorn was proved correct. She was going to make a fine toy.

*****

Maude was forcibly stripped accompanied by the sounds of muffled distress from Latara's brutally efficient internal mouth gag. The girl tried to look away, but found her imagination played tricks with the noises of the struggle too much, and no matter how awful it was to witness, it was preferable to the hideous blanks that her mind filled in for her in place of reality.

Maude, true to form begged them not to be put into her own machines, but naturally, Adelle was not predisposed to pity. She strolled the length of Maude's atmospherically darkened torture room trailing her hand along the numerous glittering machines of pain. They were all quite remarkably designed; some were even unisex! Finally she stopped at one which boasted a series of barbaric looking metal clamps. Maude's eyes widened in fear. 

"Bring her over!" Adelle snarled to the troopers.

Maude struggled in their grip but was unable to phase the two massive captors. They hefted her up onto the machine's raised platform. Pressure sensitive devices were activated and the massive steel clamps snapped shut over her legs like a bear trap, holding her in a kneeling position facing away from the bulk of the machine. The intense pressure of the shining metal band's grip caused the woman's flesh to bulge. Maude gasped in pain at the intensity of the compression.

From the centre of the metal monster, a huge steel band rose on an arm and like mashing metal jaws, clamped around her torso, crushing the breath from her. The central arm, with mechanised precision slowly bent the woman backward onto a large brace. The machine registered her contact and a brutal metal breast piece automatically snapped shut over her. Steel clamps gripped her wrists and pulled her arms tightly behind her. A second set of clamps snapped shut over her upper arms pinning them vice like against her sides.

Adelle, Lothar and the shocktroops stood back to watch as the machine ran through its automatically programmed constriction sequence. Circular apertures on the chestplate began to tighten around her breasts forcing them to bulge massively and throb with trapped blood. Maude opened her mouth to scream in pain and a shining metal plug jammed into the opening to gag her and an inch thick band of metal kept it secured in place. A huge shining collar closed around her neck pulling her head back. Her eyes widened with terror as a pair of clamps tightened over each ear, squeezing her head so hard for a second she saw white flashes in her peripheral vision. 

The ensemble held her so firmly that she could barely breath. Her only movement was the flickering eyes and fluttering lashes that betrayed her fear. No longer the proud and fierce minister, now a victim of her own fetish for elaborate and lasting tortures. Adelle calmly appraised the woman. A sheen of sweat had broke over Maude's naked body as it trembled in the gasp of the sinister machine. Aimed towards the crotch of the victim, a robot arm bristling with razor sharp blades, glinting spikes and a charred blackened blow torch nozzle.

Adelle tutted as she drew near. "Such crude implements." She ran a finger over the honed points. "I wonder how many unfortunates have been impaled upon this. I hope you enjoyed their suffering as much as I'm going to enjoy yours. A phrase springs to mind involving justice and poetry. Rather a strange combination of concepts eh?"

"Mmmph!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full Maude. Bad manners y'know." She turned to the troopers and ordered Janders to move out of the way so as to allow Latara full view of Maude in the machines cold embrace. "Make sure she watches this."

Mounted on the side of the torture machine was a rack of pointed instruments. One was connected to a sinister looking black socket on the wall by a length of electrical flex. Adelle hefted it and depressed the control stud.

A spark cracked from the end of the enlarged pen like device and with slow and menacing determination, Adelle moved the electric prod onto Maude's glistening skin. Maude struggled frantically but was unable to recoil from the pointed implement. Snarling with venom, Adelle aimed the weapon at Maude's thrusting nipple and with not inconsiderable satisfaction sent a searing charge into the sensitive pink bud.

The pain hit Maude like a freight train and through the steel gag she roared in agony. Tears coursed down her face and her eyes screwed up with pain. Adelle went to the left nipple and traced the darkened aureole with the point of the electro-prod. Maude's flesh betrayed her at the coldness of the metal's touch, and the nipple involuntarily swelled with blood. Adelle could see the fear and pleading in Maude's bloodshot eyes, but she knew how callous the woman was. She depressed the stud and kept it down. 

Minister de Ville bucked and spasmed in the impossibly tight grasp of the metal clamps and she sobbed uncontrollably. Adelle used the ignited crackling point to describe the contours of the woman's trembling body. She skipped the electro-prod across the quivering buttocks and traced its searing violent charge across the soft flesh of Maude's inner thighs.

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With a look of inspired glee she spread her former tormentor's labia with her left hand and slipped the device inside the terrified woman. The slim probe slipped easily into the greasy cleft and Maude, reflexively convulsing in fear, tried to contract her vaginal muscle to expel the device, depressed the activation stud and sent a blast of electricity directly through her own genitals. The shock caused Maude to squeal like a wounded animal. Her cervix convulsed as the blistering wave of pain tore deeply through her lower back. Her teeth clenched automatically around the solid steel mouth plug and her vagina clamped wetly around the prod. The muscles were unable to relax as the electric charges kept them convulsively clenched. Unwittingly she kept the activation stud depressed and sent a continuous stream of agonising electro torture through her own groin.

Adelle turned to the men. "I'm going to have a play up here for a while. This bitch said that it'd be two months before she'd be missed. That gives me plenty of time to get her private security codes for the ECC's central offices. We'll be able to sneak right into the ministry's chambers and take the whole high command captive."

A squeal of despair came from the woman in the machine.

"That means we better get started converting this place for some new arrivals. The next Paradise Sect meeting is in two days. Two of the ECC's senators will be there. We'll be able to bring them here and start converting immediately."

Lothar grinned and rubbed his hands. "I'll tell Dr Krell." He turned and left the room. The shocktroops Janders and Saaro followed him leaving the two captives alone with the vengeful Adelle.

Lothar went to the control room. He contacted Krell and after a brief pause, the Doctors face appeared on the vid screen.

"Sir, the fortified secret residence of Maude de Ville has been taken. Adelle is currently getting even with her as we speak. The site is ideal for our purposes and we will expect to bringing in our first clients in two days."

"Excellent." Krell rubbed his beard. "I'll send the Hyperion back as soon its fuelled. We'll begin loading the decoys immediately. Consider yourself promoted to operations manager, we can't have you being ordered around by Adelle now can we?"

They both chuckled. "Thank you sir."

"Feel free to use her." Krell raised his arched eyebrow conspiratorially, "take it from me she's good."

Lothar opened his mouth to thank Krell again and confirm his loyalty when the screen went blank. Damn, Krell had hung up on him. He hated it when he did that.

*****

Dr Krell entered the hangar containing the Hyperion. A massive launch pad built onto the side of the volcano. For the past month, the colonists and Kraken had been preparing for the invasion. Thousands of control dildos had been built, designed to fit all sizes of women and torment them into submission. Large machines, fitted with all manner of rigid female holding tanks and alpha wave brain controllers, were being loaded into the hold of the ship in preparation for containing and subverting the governing ministers of Earth's Central Command.

In just a few short months, the planet's rulers would be totally under his control. Submissive women all, and begging to please him. He would bring a new meaning to the phrase puppet government!

Even now on Earth the Paradise Sect operatives were arranging high profile executive charity dinners raising awareness of the importance of green conservation issues, while in reality using women against their own kind to set traps for the most influential and affluent leaders in society.

Krell smiled to him self, how easy it was to mould the female mind. Show them a fluffy bunny and they went all gooey. Show them a man and they put on an air of superiority and attempted to rule. He shook his head. Soon, you would show them your cock and if they didn't fall to their to suck it, they would be whipped to within an inch of their lives!

God, he loved progress!

Beside him, Tyler appeared riding Elisabeth. "Everything is on schedule Krell."

"Excellent." Krell stroked his moustache, "How goes the conversion process?"

"The results so far have been astounding, of course we won't know for sure how effective it will be in brainwashing the ECC members, but we'll be able to test it out soon enough on Carrie and Latara."

"An interesting choice of victims." Krell spoke with a measured intensity. "Well, I haven't had a chance to get my revenge on them yet. I still owe her big time for when she shot me in the face y'know!"

Tyler rode to the shuttle. He would be one of the first to return to Earth from planet X-260-9104. Inside the one of the Hyperion's private modules, he dismounted and began to unstrap Elisabeth from her pony transport harness. She obediently stood still while the leather strapping and metal attachments were removed, until she was dressed only in the tight fitting latex under suit.

Now to try out the conversion process, thought Tyler. He led her to a raised dais in the centre of the room. Obediently she followed him, her eyes betraying her fear at the sight of a sinister machine mounted to the bulkhead above her. Trembling slightly she stepped up onto the platform, but she knew enough not to resist her master. She stood with her bare feet either side of a domed structure about a foot tall. With deft skill, Tyler fastened steel clamps around her slender ankles. She winced as the cold steel made contact with her flesh.

The clamps projected from steel posts, which were mounted on rails in the floor. From the large overhead contraption, a number of articulated arms lowered with a sinister humming sound. One arm terminated in a jointed pair of cuffs, which snapped tight to her wrists. Tyler clamped a separator bar at her elbows to lock the joints in position.

A second arm lowered, boasting pincer like clamps.

Smiling at his pet, Tyler cupped her breasts and squeezed softly.

Reassured slightly, the naïve Elisabeth smiled back. Tyler's hands traced a path over her nipples and then along the length of the chains attached to her nipple rings. Still smiling, he removed the pendulous weights. She sighed with relief at the release from the constant tension. Her relief was short lived though. Tyler fed the chains to the pincers, which gripped them securely and the metal arm raised a few feet into the air. She gasped in shock as the slack disappeared and the chains thrummed with tension. She was almost pulled off her feet by her breasts, but she was kept upright by the wrist and ankle clamps. Straining to ease the tension and gasping in short painful breaths, she teetered awkwardly on her tiptoes. Her initial fears at seeing the contraption proved well founded. A headset was strapped into place and Tyler withdrew across the room to a safe distance and manned the control panel.

Elisabeth strained and gasped as she swayed at full height. Tyler flicked a button and the two ankle posts slid apart along their rails spreading her legs. She gave a yelp of surprise and struggled to maintain her balance. The dome beneath her split apart into sections like the opening petals of a flower, each metal section folding away to reveal two long metal arms. 

Elisabeth wailed in fear as she saw the awful purpose of the articulated machine as the arms rose from the floor between her spread ankles. The first arm brandished a sinister looking phallus, which was ringed with pointed studs. The other arm boasted a chunky anal plug. She knew that an ordeal of some significance lay ahead. Despite the months of systematic conditioning she'd suffered at the hands of Dr Krell since the fateful day that the Shenendoah was overrun by his hideous Kraken, and the terrible punishments that she'd witnessed for rebellion, she reflexively tried to recoil from the evilly rising prongs.

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The machine responded by hauling her up painfully by the breasts. She screamed aloud at the sudden pain. Tyler enjoyed the sound of her scream and quite frankly wondered why Krell was such a fan of gags. Still, he shrugged, he supposed it helped to humiliate and dehumanise to an extent, the woman's concept of the self or id. He flicked a second switch and the headset began to throb with synthesised brain patterns.

The machine monitored her alpha levels and bombarded her mind with a frequency that stimulated unimaginable fear. She threw back her head and screamed uncontrollably. The terror in her mind, despite being artificially enhanced, was all too real. Traumatised almost into apoplectic shock she only just registered the arrival of the butt plug as it powered into her behind. The screaming became a pitch higher, and the alpha waves changed frequency to deliver a level of pain that she had never imagined possible. The metal spiked penis began to ram its way home into her elastic vaginal entrance. The shining metal plunged inside, almost taking her labia with it and withdrew glistening. She gasped in agony as the two intruders began to generate a squelching rhythm. Her trembling weakened knees gave way beneath her and she was only supported by the chains attached to her nipples and the awful, hoisting wrist clamps.

The brain machine pulsed with subliminal intensity, broadcasting nightmare images directly into the woman's synapses, and destroying utterly all thoughts of rebellion. She screamed for it to end. Tyler smiled his approval of Dr Krell's technology. The woman should be made to beg for an hour or so, her mind being subtly altered by the unseen alpha wave demolition and then the program would hammer home whatever orders or instructions the controller desired. He popped a tobacco pill and enjoyed the nicotine buzz as he watched the woman writhing and gyrating on the spot. A monitoring arm with three sinister lenses scanned her body functions to monitor the effects of the prototype machine's success and to make sure that the subject didn't suffer any cardiac or respiratory failure when confronted by the hideous mental and sexual onslaught.

He watched satisfied as she was raped vigorously from below.

An hour later he unstrapped the limp form and hauled her across to a large chair. He sloughed her from his shoulder and she slumped feebly into the seat. Clamps snapped shut over her wrists and she was held in place. A strap was drawn tightly to her forehead to force her face up and a strong light blasted into her face from an over head contraption. "Name?"

She responded immediately snapping out of her delirium. The alpha probes had beamed a program of male voice recognition. He could set a response word much like a hypnotist would, to tap into her inner brain workings and instruct her to do anything he liked. First he had to check her cover. 

"Elisabeth."

"Rank?"

"Committee advisor and political representative."

"Who do you work for?"

"The Paradise Sect."

"What are your goals?" He smiled.

"To preserve the sanctity of the natural world. To retard the dangerous emissions from our reactors and weapons that are destroying the natural environment of our beloved planet."

Tyler chuckled. She sincerely believed the lies that had been programmed. "I put it to you that you are a sex slave on Planet X 260 9104 in the Dogstar nebula."

"That would be ridiculous."

"Quite."

"I am a political envoy of a charitable organisation dedicated to preventing the extinction of, and preserving, our forests and wildlife in order to save the eco-system of our planet."

He flicked off the alpha transmitter and she hung limply from the chairs bonds, completely shattered and mentally ragged. She would only believe the lies for a few hours at a time. The brain was such a powerful recorder that she would soon begin to remember her former life. For most of the time she would remain a pony transport. On Earth she would be activated at crucial events and work as an agent.

He depressed a switch on his remote and the woman drifted slowly into unconsciousness as the alpha transmitter neutralised her mind, putting her into a catatonic trance. He left the compartment and headed back towards the hangar. He glanced at his watch as he strolled down the loading ramp. Krell should nearly have the women ready for loading.

*****

Maude's face was drained of colour and streaked with tears. The machine had robbed her of her strength and dignity but she clung to sanity through sheer hatred of her tormentor. Adelle removed the shining steel plug of the gag and Maude explosively gasped for oxygen. Adelle gave her a few minutes to regain her composure before beginning her interrogation. The back plate of the machine which held her torso firmly in its metal grasp was mounted on a large ratcheted wheel and could be manually raised or lowered by means of a handle.

"What are your clearance codes."

"I can't tell you." She snorted. "You know that!"

"I think you will."

"Cut the crap Adelle. I know what's at stake here." Maude panted at the exertion of putting stress on the words. "If you terrorists think you can destroy Earth's Council chambers then I'd sooner die than give you access to the command centre."

"That's really not necessary. Just tell me and I'll stop the machine." Adelle cranked the lever and Maude's spine was bent further back. She cried aloud but gritted her teeth "Think about it. Just one confession and it will all stop. She pulled the lever again and Maude's back arched impossibly in the machine's irresistible embrace. Her hair was hanging over her own ankles when Adelle repeated her question.

"You'll, you'll have to, have to, to, kill me!" Maude gasped through the agony.

A whimper came from Latara, as she struggled against the cuffs that kept her a helpless spectator to the torture of her mother.

With an angry hiss, Adelle pulled the lever back into its original position and Maude snapped upright with a jolt, her hair falling across her face and sticking to the tear dampened cheeks. "In that case, I'd better start on your daughter."

Maude's face paled in horror.

Adelle strode swiftly across the room and with a fist of Latara's hair, dragged the second captive to her feet. She was cuffed to a rack like device mounted on the far wall. Adelle thrust her hard to the machine, pinioning her against it with her body, as she snapped a steel collar around Latara's exposed slender neck. Stepping back she glanced over her shoulder at Maude who looked as if she was going apoplectic at the scene before her. Adelle threw a lever and Latara was lifted from the ground and held dangling a few feet from the floor. Clamps encased her ankles and the machine, which bore a passing resemblance to a series of parallel bars, began slowly to pull in opposite directions with an ominous clicking sound like the ticking of a bomb.

Latara, already tightly bound into her restrictive harness for the flight from Antarctica, was suspended like a puppet from the shining tubing of the rack. She squirmed in its unfeeling hold and found her self being stretched impossibly. Her body was maintained at a terrible tension, and like fraying a bowstring, seemed to threaten to snap at any instant. She squealed through the gag for mercy, the combined torsion of the pulling machine and the terrible throbbing from the enormous eight inches of punishing dildo that electrically pulsed inside her was too much for her to bear.

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Maude was in torment as she saw own her daughter abused on a device that she had designed for inflicting pain on her adversaries, and she could stand it no longer, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you the codes, please stop it."

Adelle paused the machine where it was neither increasing, nor lessening the tension. Latara trembled at full stretch, sweat dripping from her furrowed brow. "Go on then."

Maude described the code words and explained the complicated entry ritual of the inner chambers to her captor. Finally, exhausted at the physical torture and the terrible mental unburdening of the guarded information, Maude slumped defeatedly in the grip of the machine, the fight gone from her.

"Thank you, that was most helpful." Adelle turned back to the gasping Latara as she hung suspended from the rack and resumed the torture. The girl squealed and struggled. Maude looked aghast as Adelle approached her. "I'm not going to release either of you! That would be stupid." She gestured to Lothar and he hefted a large headset. Maude's eyes widened in fear at the implication of the sinister looking device. It was a portable conversion machine designed to tap directly into the brain pattern of the wearer and alter their very mind. It was still in the experimental stages though and not quite as effective as Krell's newer, larger machines. Still, they needed Maude to be as co-operative as possible and in this defeated, drained state, weakened by the torture, she would be an ideal test subject. Adelle left the room secure in the knowledge that Krell's invasion was becoming an impending reality by turns.


5
THE INVASION BEGINS

Dr Krell stood admiring the implementation of his latest ploy. The shocktroops who had been rescued from the women's clutches and freed from their armoured suits, were diligently wrapping the female cargo of the Hyperion into their security harnesses. The lines of naked women submissively standing to order gave Krell an electric throb through his metal phallus. He loved the way they respectfully bowed when he approached.

The idea was to transport the women slaves back to Earth inside the hollow shells of the trooper's suits. The powered armour could be remotely controlled like an automaton and would act like a mobile disguise, concealing the helpless captive women. He could smuggle two hundred slaves into Maude's complex at The Dodson tower without the public at large suspecting anything.

The harnesses, resembling a spider web network of leather strapping and circular bands, slipped over the women's heads and fastened to their metal collars through loops. The straps were drawn down to their waists and wrapped tightly around their trembling bodies. Their arms were secured tightly behind their backs by being forced through the circular bands and then buckled in place. The women were unresisting of this enforced imprisonment, some of them being former colonists and having been in Krell's clutches for a number of years, they knew enough not to dare oppose him.

Once the harness had been tightened around the upper body and the arms had been tightly drawn behind their backs, the women were hooded and blinkered with severely tight eyeless latex hoods that were rolled over their heads. Perforations around the mouth and nostrils allowed minimal breathing requirements. Their legs were left unfettered, as they would be required to move inside the ambulatory suits. The girls stood mutely enduring their bondage as the muscled troops systematically checked them as regimentally as they would disassemble their blasters during weapons drill. Once the harness strapping was suitably tight and there was no way for any of the women to struggle free, they were fitted with Krell's control dildos. The thick silver shafts were greased and forced inside the ranks of fettered women. Gasps, muffled by the suffocating latex hoods escaped them as they all felt the huge intruders invade their orifices. The vaginas were stretched and gaping, widened as they were by the massive girth of the remote controlled monsters. The dildos could be set to a random level of buzzing intensity, or even to respond to the woman's state of torment, monitoring the pressure of the vaginal walls around the devices as they were gulped deep inside the women by involuntary muscular twitches. The dildos could also induce a stunning shock capable of disabling a girl for a few minutes, but that was used only as a punishment for disobedience. Mostly they were used as a form of constant torment, causing the girls to writhe in unbearable agitation inside their ambulatory prisons, to distract them from devoting any time to individual thought, any concerted efforts to escape or moments of relaxation.

A thick strap passed under the crotch and was drawn tightly up their backs and fastened to a buckle hanging down from the rear of the harness to keep the control dildo in place. The soldiers pulled hard at these straps ensuring that the metal rods were gouging deep inside the girls. The straps were so tight as to cause the women's shaved mons to bulge either side of the biting leather.

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They were then hoisted bodily, by the muscled former occupants, and fitted into the empty armoured suits one by one. The interior of each suit had been filled with foam padding to bulk up the insides and restrict the women's movement, as they were much smaller than the men that the suits were designed for. The armour was closed over the frightened women, hiding them from view and compressing them into immovable upright positions. Even without the latex hoods they would be unable to see out of the helmet visors, as they weren't nearly as tall as the six footers that the suits were for. Once the battle armour was fastened and sealed around the women, the battle computers inside each suit were activated. And as one the pseudo shock troops stood to attention. The cries of surprise from inside went unheard, as the pressurised armoured suits were silent and menacing. They marched towards the loading bay looking for all the world as if they were going to war while in reality they concealed a contraband of delicious captive slave girls.

Krell met Tyler on the launch pad. "Is everything loaded?" He demanded to know.

Tyler nodded. "Right down to the last dildo."

"Excellent. Let's go."

The pair disappeared into the belly of the Hyperion and a few moments later the massive engines screamed into life, lifting the craft into the sky. The sun hit the ships tall dorsal wing first, before catching the rest of the ship as it cleared the shadow of the volcano. It shone in the sky like a platinum satellite blazing for a moment, bathed in the silver glare of the alien sun before powering through the thin atmosphere and vanishing into space.

*****

Siobhan shivered at Zorn's feet. The massive hangar beneath the ice buzzed with the anticipation of Krell's arrival. The Kraken had lined the main entrance to the base with the captured Xerxes crewmembers and Carrie had been removed from her training machine. The women were displayed on large steel racks. They were held in place a few feet above the freezing floor by chains that kept them spread-eagled and openly vulnerable to misuse. Their ring piercings were used to haul them into place onto the tall metal frames, eliciting some amount of screaming from the Xerxes crew, fresh from a few days powering the turbines in the freezing stream. A few guards were on hand to administer whippings in case the women struggled as they were winched off their feet by the chains running through their nipple rings, nose rings and labial piercings.

Carrie herself caused quite a fuss as she dangled half way up the rack's steel frame, and she received quite a lashing from an irritated guard who had had quite enough of screaming, sobbing women for one afternoon. The wide leather whip, which struck with impressive force and fearful accuracy, left livid stripes of red across her back, buttocks and thighs and the spread of stinging warmth caused by the series of welts made Carrie gasp in relief. A few of the Xerxes females saw the punishment being dealt out and stifled their squeals when their turn came to be hauled onto the display.

Siobhan watched the proceedings from a podium that had been erected for Krell to address the base from. She saw the arrival of the frames and the hoisting of the women through a misty veil of pain. She was fresh from having her nose pierced and a short chain kept her kneeling with her head just a few inches from the floor of the platform. Her behind was raised in the air and Zorn had strapped control dildos into both of her exposed entrances, before pulling the crotch strap of her bindings tight. She was encased in a rigid metal and leather corset which compressed her waist to almost half of its normal girth, causing her breasts to swell over the top and the curved cheeks of her behind to bulge seductively out. Her legs were strapped together at intervals with broad leather bands to prevent her from straightening and keep her in an enforced kneeling position. Her arms were tied together in a long leather sheath that went from her shoulders, were it was attached to her metal collar with steel clasps, to the tips of her fingers, which it covered completely, and was attached to a chain that kept her arms raised vertically behind her.

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The effect was to have her immobilised completely and in a constant state of torment. Siobhan had rarely been happier. She felt thorougly abused, helpless, humiliated, and completely vulnerrable. Zorn had converted her into a perfect sex object. It was and excruciatingly pleasureable feeling. If only Logan, her mute slave could have been here to enter her from behind while she sucked Zorn off, she would have been in heaven. At the thought of such a three-way exchange, her buttocks quivered and she came involuntarily. The control dildos, sensing a change in pressure from the vaginal walls gave her a burst of electricity. She cried aloud as the orgasm was sustained for another few moments, her body trembling beneath the glaring lights of the hangar. A couple of girls from the Xerxes, a dozen yards away on their display racks saw her quivering through the plumes of their steaming breathe and they mistook her orgasmic shaking for wracking sobs. Foolishly they pitied their captain as she served as to decorate the newly assembled podium.

*****

Krell stood on the bridge of the Hyperion as it approached the Earth's outer atmosphere safe in the knowledge that this flight along his radar shielded corridor would be less eventful than the last. The cargo of women slaves and torture machines filled the massive holding bays. He felt a sense of thrilling expectation running through him like the agitated restlessness of a child on Christmas Eve.

"Sir, incoming transmission from Earth."

Krell approached the view screen. Adelle's face flickered and steadied. She looked almost troubled, but Krell could hear a b familiar buzzing from the speakers and he realised that she was fitted with a control dildo.

"Ahh, Adelle, I thought I put Lothar in charge? I expected him to make all the reports in future."


"He's busy, she gasped."

Krell saw her breasts undulate as large hands came from behind her and squeezed the globes. Lothar was fucking her ass from behind as she made the report by proxy. The massive control dildo was buzzing gently inside her vagina while Lothar's thick member thrust into her ass with a squelching rhythm. She squirmed as she felt herself reamed thoroughly and tried to keep her voice level as she made her progress report to Krell.

"The mission was a total success. We have Maude's clearance codes so we should be able to start transporting equipment from Antarctica to the city, without hindrance from the security forces."

Adelle gasped as Lothar increased his thrusting for a few moments. He shifted her position on his lap as he sat in front of the control console. His huge hands clamped her slender waist and pulled her down onto his thrusting shaft, her sphincter gripping him tightly. He could feel the vibrations of the dildo through the wall of her perineum and it added to his arousal. Krell was discussing the further stages of the operation with her, but Lothar was only interested in bringing himself off. He was sure that Krell would understand.

Adelle's breasts bounced and slapped in syncopated rhythm with Lothar's grunting thrusts. She gripped the control panel to steady herself as she made her evaluation of the mission as best she could while impaled on Lothar's lap. Krell nodded to her throughout the discussion. He was quietly pleased at the proceedings and was happy enough to cut the report short. 

"I've heard enough. Excellent work. I'm happy for you to continue as you see fit."

Adelle thanked him.

"Oh, and one more thing." He said scratching his beard.

"Yes?" She asked, and the screen went blank. Damn, she hated it when he did that. And she always fell for it.

She was distracted by a series of especially violent thrusts up her ass as Lothar came. He clamped her hips down against himself and forced the thick penis as far up her back passage as it would reach. Adelle ground herself down on him, milking every last spurt of come from the pulsing
cock.

Krell turned away from the view screen. Damn, the conversation had made him horny. He would have to fuck Adelle when he saw her next, she was looking good these days.. He strode from the Hyperion's flight deck, his black cloak swirling about him as he left, and headed towards the holding bays where he could find a nice juicy pussy to abuse.

*****

The massive doors of the Antarctic base hangar screeched slowly open to the sound of the powerful eighty foot long hydraulic arms. A swirl of powdery surface snow cascaded into the cavern and the huge air conditioning fans blew hot blasts across the landing pad to clear the drifts, as it rose to the surface to meet the approaching ship.

The Hyperion's massive landing gear crunched onto the pad and slowly the engines shut down and the deafening roar of the craft gradually subsided. The pad lowered on its massive arms and withdrew beneath the surface taking the Hyperion with it, down into the depths of the Ice caverns, and into the industrial world of Zorn's underground factory city. The massive doors closed over the cavernous depths and sealed the spacecraft inside. On the surface of the Antarctic pack ice there was nothing to suggest that a quarter of a mile below the surface a hidden city pulsed with life as an invasion was planned to the last meticulous detail.

The landing pad finally reached the floor level of the massive cavern and the Hyperion joined the other craft in beneath the glittering array of arc lights illuminating the frigid Cavern. All the non-essential personnel of the base had turned out in rows to welcome their honoured guest. The Xerxes crew, straining against the chains as they hung from their frames, looked on in horror as the passenger ramp of the craft lowered in a steaming cloud of hissing coolant gas. They had seen hideous glimpses of Kraken in the background and trembled in fear at what might descend from the newly arrived space ship.

Krell strode through the haze of mist and down the ramp, his cape swirling about him, with Tyler tagging along behind. Krell paused at the foot of the ramp and with his hands on his hips, he surveyed the massive hangar. A welcoming committee approached. Zorn and his highest-ranking guards. Krell warmly embraced his son and shook hands with the guards. He glanced at the racks of suspended women. "Ahh, the Xerxes crew, and a familiar figure at the end I see."

He pointed to Carrie as she rocked gently back and forth above them on her chains. Tyler hardly recognised her and felt a pang of pity as he saw his former master hanging from her nipple chains. She was pale and slender, her complexion almost blue. She was gently shivering, her nose red with the cold. Her face barely flickered with any recognition as she saw the men approaching. To Tyler who had been so used to seeing her defiant and proud, she looked utterly beaten.

Zorn clapped a hand on his shoulder. "She won't be making any escape attempts now my friend!" He walked behind her and with a flourish, sent a lashing whip across her back.

She writhed and gasped weakly as the leather warmed her skin. Tyler was alarmed to see that she actually welcomed the pain. She squirmed on the chains and her eyes pleaded meekly for them to whip her again. Zorn came around to the front of the hanging frame and held out the whip for Tyler to take. "Here, try it out."

He took the rope and looked up into Carrie's face. Her knotted brow relaxed its furrows and her blinking eyes widened as she recognised the new wielder of the lash. She pressed her body forward towards him to encourage the whipping; drips of moisture fell from her as she gasped through her gag. A cloud of steam from her breath hung around her head, illuminated from behind by the hangar lights. Krell nodded his approval and Tyler drew back his arm.

The slap of leather across flesh echoed throughout the cavern, and Carrie's body stiffened as it absorbed the punishing blow. The skin reddened and she felt the heat surge blissfully through her like a wave. She writhed as the whip fell again. The enthusiastic rousing from the ranks of assembled men encouraged Tyler, as they applauded each blow. Carrie squirmed in ecstasy as the leather slapped across her naked belly and thighs, each stinging crack sending surges of blissful heat through her loins.

Krell mounted the podium to address the waiting throng. He looked down at the exposed rear of Siobhan as it wavered before him suckling on the two massive dildos that were excruciatingly wedged in place, and smiled to himself. Like father like son, he thought as Zorn stepped forward to take up a position on his right hand side.

"Free men," Krell announced to the workers. "You have joined me in my cause and cast yourselves free from the shackles of female kind. I stand before you now as your leader, and I promise you this, that before the year is out, you shall all have as many women as you need, at your feet, servicing your needs and calling you master." The crowd roared its approval. "Even now, we have secured a base of operations in the heart of their capitol city, and as we speak the wheels of revolution are being set in motion!"

The Xerxes crew suspended by their chains were struggling and writhing to try and free themselves and do something to prevent this heretical blasphemy, but their feeble rebellion was curtailed by a sound lashing from the attendant guards. They wailed through their gags and Krell savoured the sound of despair present in their voices.

"Let the invasion begin!" He cried to a rousing cheer from the assembled men. A few of the enslaved women present wept uncontrollably at the knowledge that their fellow sisters of Earth had but a few short months of freedom left, before they too fell under the dominion of Dr Krell and the colonists from planet X. He turned with a flourish, and with his dark cape billowing behind him, strode from the podium towards the command centre, the entourage followed. Zorn dismissed the assembled ranks and turned to Siobhan. He ran a hand over her deliciously thrusting buttocks, his fingers lingering around the glisteningly stretched pussy lips. She let out a small gasp and he could see the end of the massive dildo bob slightly as her pussy involuntarily gulped at its length. She trembled as the pleasure warmed her, plumes of steam escaping her gag. Zorn reached down and disconnected the nose ring and the nipple chains. He raised her to her feet and, unclasping the chains attached to the arm sheath, he led her from the hangar and after gesturing to a guard to remove Carrie from the display frame, followed Krell to the command centre.

*****

Tyler looked distractedly around the command room at the half-frozen women, hanging like decorations from the walls. They were all shivering with the terrible cold, their naked bodies strapped brutally to the icy walls glistening with a sheen of frost. Black leather hoods encased their heads, somehow dehumanising them, turning them into faceless sex objects. These were Zorn's private playthings. Women he kept for his own fiendish amusement, testing out each new implement of restraint and torture on their hapless forms. Each girl was totally submissive; every last ounce of fight had been ground from their straining delicate bodies. Tyler had become quite accustomed to seeing women trained as slaves, and in various restraints and physical contortions to better serve men, but this was the first time he'd actually seen so many women in such random positions of extreme submission and prolonged geni-torture without any obvious end result. This was definitely Zorn's speciality, breaking even the fiercest girls' resolve and turning them into loyal and obedient sex slaves. 

Zorn had been running over the approach plans with Krell for over an hour, detailing how to stage manage the Hyperion's triumphal return, and the best time to make the devastating strike on the Ministers of the Central Command, when a guard entered the room trailing a wheeled package behind him. "Ahh," Zorn said to Tyler. "I believe this belongs to you." He motioned to the new arrival and Tyler's eyes widened as he saw the tightly folded figure.

He looked down into the face peering from behind her knees. 

It was Carrie! She had been bent double at the waist, cruelly banded, and with her head tied down between her legs. Her back was quite reddened, apparently the guards had whipped her for a while after removing her from the rack. Tyler saw that her feet were encased in chunky boots with thick wheels mounted to each side, almost as if they were a pair of four wheel drive roller skates. An ankle bar kept the legs spread evenly, allowing the tightly wrapped woman to be wheeled easily over some of the more uneven icy corridors of the base, pulled along by a length of chain threaded through any combination of ringed piercings, depending on how much discomfort was required. A closer inspection revealed that the wheels were actually self-powered. A tiny drive motor and nuclear fuel cells were incorporated into the base of each wheel. The fact that both motorised boots had an independent motor, meant that she could be steered, reversed, and manipulated into any direction, without the remotest chance of her being able to control her final destination. Tyler had no doubt that there was also a concealed radio-controller somewhere that would facilitate a pre-programmed route for the folded female, so that she could be sent anywhere at the touch of a button. Somehow the thought of simply pressing a button and sending the hideously exposed and totally vulnerable woman trundling off through the base to an unknown fate, instantly moved his libido into top gear. What Zorn had neglected to tell him was that if she were left alone for more than thirty minutes, an auto-seek program would cut in and she would trundle away in search of one of the numerous obedience-charging points around the base. Once located, the pre- programmed roller boots would back her up until her dildos made contact with the live terminals and she would be 'on charge' and buzzing with ano-vaginal torment until she was summoned by the remote button. "On charge" consisted of a pulsed current from ass to pussy, whilst a caning machine built into the charging unit constantly whipped her vulnerably presented and tautly stretched cunt lips and buttocks. In essence, Carrie in her current form was assured of twenty-four hour attention, either manually from Tyler and the staff, or automatically.

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Already Carrie had experienced the obedience charging points five times, and each time, despite the knowledge that there was nothing she could do to avoid the trauma, she instantly became a trundling bound edifice of straining, begging, rippling curves as the seek mode engaged.

Zorn was devilishly cognisant of her entertainment value whilst trundling around the base. The auto-seek mapped out all the points within range of its sensors and chose the most distant so as to enhance and lengthen Carrie's fearful anticipation of what was to come. The longer she was seeking, the more intense her efforts became to escape the inevitable. The culmination of her travels and the reversing onto the crackling probes was a spectacle not to be missed. Her entire folded form was a mass of frantic effort and writhing curves that began to jerk and stiffen at the moment of contact. Initially the current would be constant as it gave the wheeled figure a boosting charge, but then the pulse mode engaged and the fuck-toy began a cyclic display of straining cinched curves. Her torment was punctuated by periods of rigid stiffness that started with a loud "Mmmmph!" and ended in a spasmodic jerk, as the current surged through the human conductor and locked her into a tormented rigid column of cinched womanhood.

Tyler studied her predicament with some relish. His fervent hobby of observing the rigid form of securely bound and rigidly controlled females, who could neither move nor alter their plight, never failed to excite him. No matter how long he took, or what he chose to do to her, she would remain offered for inspection. The wheeler and Carrie were an indivisable item.

Along the length of her bare legs, and across her back, thick leather bands secured her folded into position. A pair of taut steel chains attached her nose ring to the boots as an added incentive to keep head still. In addition her hair was wound around a winch bar that had been ratcheted down tightly.

He walked around the girl marvelling at the flexibility of his slave, silently musing over the fact that this contorted, wheeled, sex toy had once been such a self-assured, total bitch, and his mistress as well. She looked so controlled and deliciously usable in her present form. Her legs quivered with tension, butt-end lofted and taut and invitingly available, both private orifices stretched, filled, and lewdly displayed. There was no way she could conceal the fact that she was stuffed like a Christmas turkey. The humiliation factor was a wonderful thing to behold, and her defeat was complete. Carrie was nothing more than a helpless portable fuck! A shapely, contorted, tightly cinched, dick-toy that was effectively plugged and sealed up, but ready for use at any time. Tyler suddenly noticed something moving at the front of the massive pussy plug and peered intently at the small nodule pocking from her crotch. Zorn had even plugged her urethra. She couldn't even pee without permission, and judging by the way the deeply implanted plug was moving in and out as crotch muscles tensed, Carrie was desperately trying to bring attention to the fact that she wanted to pee. Maybe later in the day he might let her. Until then she could stay corked like a shaken pop bottle on the point of explosion. The trauma involved was a fair exchange for leaving him impaled on an anal dildo overnight when the situation was reversed.

Her eyes met his and although he could see that she recognised him still, there was little more than fear evident in her expression, spiced with a fair amount of pleading.

From her features, it seemed that she had been finally defeated by the prolonged, freezing torture of Zorn's sinister machinations. Alone in the twilight half-light of the ice caverns, each agonising effort on the freeze machine to stay alive forcing her to the brink of exhaustion, she was shattered. The constant straining, the sleep deprivation, the pain, and above all the constantly freezing temperature around her had all combined to sap the will of the once proud Captain. She looked up at Tyler with big, round eyes, the tears like crystals on the long lashes. Constantly fearful of what could happen next to her, by instinctive Pavlovian compliance she sought to ease her suffering. But now this: Wheeled, and trussed up like a piece of meat! She was a mobile sex-toy that couldn't move a muscle to repel any advance on her offered charms, and was maximised as whipping toy.

Tyler studied the thrusting sex organs that had been plugged with monstrous attachments. The implants stretched the two entrances massively wide, almost forming a figure eight as the narrow muscle of her perineum was all but squeezed flat by the two cylindrical invaders. Her skin was freezing to the touch and he surmised that Zorn must have used some kind of advanced biological anti-freeze in her feed to prevent frostbite from destroying the delicately exposed tissue of her extremities. Her nipples, lips, and sex organs were an interesting shade of blue. It was an attractive look for a woman, thought Tyler; no doubt it would probably catch on! The mode of transport surely would. He placed a finger on the pulsing wee-hole plug and wiggled it mischievously. Carrie responded with an urgent muted plea as the sensation enhanced her desire to empty a bursting bladder.

As Tyler prodded and poked his former master, Zorn reached under the table and stroked Siobhan's rear. She was forced into a similar position as Carrie. Her nose ring attached to a hidden clasp beneath the edge of the table. Her buttocks poked upwards, deliciously curvaceous and inviting. Dr Krell's eyes darted from the digital hologram of the city that swirled from the table before him and the trembling female rear, seemingly undecided as to which one he should be paying most attention to! The invasion plans, or the smooth flesh of the slave's ass.

Meanwhile, Tyler gave the wheeled sex-toy a push and watched it roll smoothly over to a corner without the remotest sign of resistance from its female component. Carrie was undeniably nothing more than a mobile pair of dick absorbing holes on wheels. Further more, her conversion lent her form to many uses. A mobile flower vase, umbrella stand, or even a portable light stand. Whatever the owner of this folded female desired, she would be unable to resist when her holes were pressed into service as locator sockets for any number of devices. It was a simple yet diabolically fiendish device. Zorn's voice penetrated his thoughts as he absentmindedly twirled the expansion knobs on the sex-toy's inserts and stretched her offered orifices to a shiny skin-splitting tautness. The wheeled toy keened loudly through her gag, but the effort to escape translated into little more that a delightful rippling of taut buttock muscles as she tried to expel the swelling invaders. Tyler reacted to Carrie's discontent by turning the hair winch and yanking her head even tighter down into the hairpin fold. The toy became a rigid quivering edifice of torment that was doomed to a ruthlessly maintained format of ultimate humiliation.

"According to Adelle, everything is ready to accept the Ministers when we take them. It will be a mere formality to have Maude arrange a tribute to the returning crew of the Hyperion and invite the heads of industry and government to a celebration dinner." Zorn continued, aware of his father's wavering attention. "The security would be very tight, lots of shocktroops. Of course, they would all be ours. No one will be able to get out!"

"Proceed. I want to record the whole event, maybe even get it broadcast live all over the planet. Let's see if we can't take control of the entire city, the entire government, the whole fucking country in just one night!" Krell held his fist in the air, his eyes gleaming with the thought of wielding such immense power.

"Don't you think we should be a little more low-key?" Zorn offered. "I mean, what if we can't take them all, what of our original plan? Don't you think it would be wiser to convert them and then have them repeal the male slavery laws by themselves so it looks more authentic?"

Krell shook his head slowly, tutting to himself. "My son, you have a lot to learn about being a megalomaniac!" With that he rounded the table and wrenched the massive control dildo from between the bulging cheeks of Siobhan's thrusting buttocks, and proceeded to ram the glittering metal length of his massive robotic penis into the prostrate girl. She squealed into her gag as she felt the massive penetration boring into her. The huge metal shaft pulsed and crackled with a fierce power of its own. Krell's bionic penis was his own invention, built to replace his own after an ungrateful lover bit it off. It was hugely thick and capable of projecting studded nodules out sideways against the walls of whichever unfortunate vagina it happened to by ramming into. It could vibrate, oscillate, and devastate as electric current could power through it delivering localised shocks to the victim of its attentions. He christened it the pneumatic fanny hammer and was quite proud of the five settings of intensity it could deliver. Few women could remain conscious long during the extremes of level five, as it delivered quite a blast! Projecting studs, telescoping length, hammer action drilling, self greasing delivery and full on Electro torture made it legend amongst the colonists of planet X.

"We need only convert a few females to our cause. Enough to arrange the event. As long as we can have all of the EEC's twelve council members in the same place at once, then we can swoop! And once we take them, we have the world!" He turned back to the woman he was shafting and began to grunt as he thrust harder into her, excited by the danger ahead. Zorn turned away slightly embarrassed as his father noisily rooted the bent over woman with a manic grin on his face, and accidentally caught Tyler's inquisitive look. He shrugged and by way of explanation commented; "Don't you just hate it when you know your Dad is on the job?"

Tyler grinned, and turned to leave. The wheeled fuck stood waiting and unmoving, save for a wiggling wee-hole plug as Tyler removed the leash from her wrist cuffs, and reconnected it to her clit ring. Then he towed her away in reverse. The sex toy made some ungodly noises as her clit stretched and took up the strain, but trundled obediently along behind him, no doubt wondering how long she would have to endure the tendon stretching, obscenely presented torment of her current ordeal. It was to be a long time. Just seeing his former owner so completely portable and available gave Tyler a permanent hard-on. He had no plans to alter her format until something required she be rearranged. Until then she could remain, folded, cinched, plugged and portable.

*****

The Hyperion lifted off from Antarctica and slotted neatly into a shielded orbit, simultaneously broadcasting a shadow of itself arriving from deep space to bluff the radar crews. Below, the planet lay unprepared, as celebrations were planned to welcome home the returning crews, and the enslaved fertile males, who would no doubt be prized highly. Even the tanks full of sperm were being celebrated as lotto tickets had gone on sale for those lucky few to win an opportunity to be fertilised!

On board the ship, the ranks of female slaves dressed as shocktroops lined up in rows as the real shocktroops prepared to act as captives. They laughed amongst themselves as Krell's amusing Trojan horse style tactics would soon spell the end of female rule on Earth! Inside the suits, the tightly bound women, smothered by the tight wadding and sweltering in the heat, writhed and struggled against their bonds, the insidious torture of the buzzing control dildos tormenting them constantly. But for all their exertions the women were kept silent, as if in sarcophagi, as they were totally entombed in their heavily armoured shells.


6
THE SLAVE PLANET

Lothar approached Maude. She looked dejected as she hung from a suspension bracket mounted on the wall opposite her equally drained daughter. Lines around her eyes, testament to the hours of torture she'd endured, began to hint at her real age. With barely three hours until the Hyperion was due to land, the growing buzz of excitement around the city and on the vid-news was becoming quite contagious. Lothar thought it wise to give her a final going over with the conversion machine and he placed it over the tied woman's head. She looked up at him with fearful eyes but he only grinned back at her in callous amusement. If it was one thing that really got Lothar hard, it was women who looked vulnerable and pleading. Maude inadvertently whimpered through the gag as if in a muted plea for mercy, but it merely turned on the hulking man.

He switched the machine on and she slumped as the powerful waves pulsed through her mind. Maude trembled and squirmed for a few moments as the machine throbbed with power. Between her legs, the control dildo, operating on the same frequency, buzzed in harmony with the conversion machine. Maude found herself back at the space academy. She was 21 again, and dating her lover, a tall flight Captain by the name of Randolph Helfgott. He was a square jawed Aryan love machine with a kink for leather boots. How they'd played together beneath the launch decks. Stealing kisses and flirting across the training room in the old days when the world was a more innocent place. And that night they'd made love. 

The events replayed in her memory through a blurred succession of images and emotions, as the machine pored through her mind, stimulating her sex at the same time, encouraging her to revel in an almost hypnotic state, experiencing some of her most treasured memories. Lothar sat back and watched. His portable readout signifying that the machine was functioning effectively and that her heart rhythms were slowly increasing. Ahh, he thought, now my favourite part.

In Maude's head her lover reached for her and she willing fell into his arms, the sensations becoming more and more real, but the kiss never came, and somehow he looked different, she couldn't quite make out his face any more. Then he reached out and gripped her arms tightly. Too tightly! She started to struggle as the half-seen fingers held her with a terrifying strength. She sobbed and struggled and found that she was helpless, she couldn't move. Her legs felt heavy, immobile, as if they were encased in cement, dragging her down. She strained and heaved, a sweat breaking over her brow, the effort making her muscles ache. Then suddenly he was in front of her again, smiling down at her but with a look of hatred twisting his features. Maude whimpered as he removed his throbbing cock from his trousers. The erection that had slid inside her so many times before, and had given her such pleasure now seemed to take on a life of its own. It grew thicker, pulsing obscenely. It lengthened almost like an eyeless snake, writhing and coiling, growing thicker all the time until it was almost the girth of his muscular forearm and nearly two feet long.

She tried to turn away but felt herself impossibly held. An unseen force spread her legs and, laughing cruelly down at her, the ghostly figure of Randolph aimed the glistening, fleshy monster towards her, its gleaming head throbbing with intention. She recoiled in fear at the thought of what it could do to her, desperately pleading for release, but no comfort was forthcoming. The massive ridged penis, bloated and angrily red looking, began to force its way in and she screamed as she felt her pussy threatening to tear as it accommodated the tremendous length.

Pure terror coursed through her. Maude could feel every ridged vein and contour of the huge penis as it was thrust inside her, each pumping lunge burying it in a few inches further as she screamed in protest. She threw back her head in pain as the thing vanished inside her completely, her dribbling pussy lips closing around the huge girth of its shaft. Behind her monstrous lover she could make out shadowy figures approaching. Men! They were all men and they all possessed enormous pulsing veined cocks, and somehow she knew that she was next in line for their attention. She would have to take one after the other of the throbbing monsters inside her softly vulnerable body, some in her mouth, some in her anus. As they approached, she could see their leering faces swim into focus, and their pounding, dripping cocks seemed to swell with malevolence. Maude tried to break free of her bonds with one last tremendous surge of effort, but was left defeated and drained by the futile attempt as the impossibly tight strictures held her firm and impaled upon the monstrous phallus. She could feel the thing pounding inside her, each awful thrust knocking the breath from her lungs and blurring her vision with pain.

After an eternity of squelching and heaving inside, she could feel the thing bulge inside her as it came. A huge torrent of wet spunk splattered across her belly and she felt the massive head of the penis, hot and bulbous, pressing against her thighs and abdomen as it withdrew and smeared the ichor over her helpless body. She gagged in horror, almost retching as the rest of the men advanced upon her slippery form.

Lothar munched potato crisps as he watched Maude writhing and screaming in horror in her bonds as the conversion machine hammered home a fear of men. He could only guess at what images tormented her as the sinister device played on her innermost paranoia, exploiting her darkest fears, in unison with the control dildo, as it discharged its most powerful shocks to reinforce the suggestion. From the way she thrashed against her bindings, the woman was experiencing quite appalling scenes of terror. Once the machine had run its course, she would do anything they said, and believe anything they told her. He scratched at his crotch finding an irritation on his sweaty bollocks. Thank God I'm a man, thought Lothar!

*****

As the Hyperion touched down on the massive landing platform, the crowds roared in jubilation. The streets were thronged with women and their slaves to welcome the returning heroines. A dressed podium had been erected for a formal welcome at the end of the runway, and on it dignitaries from the Flight Academy and ECC council members waited patiently. Also standing there as minister for Male Resources, awaiting delivery of the male slaves, Maude deVille stood impassively, her fiendish control dildo operating in silent running mode. She was as stiff legged and tight lipped as ever, her permanent frown etching her forehead. She had few actual friends on the Central Control senate, mainly associates, and actively encouraged people to leave her presence, so her awkward demeanour was not noticed as anything out of the ordinary. She was in an imperceptible half trance, following a pre-set pattern of behaviour that kept her mind off the terrible horror of having to go near a man again. A few feet behind her representing the company who actually owned the rescue ship Hyperion, Adelle Shelley stood proudly, arms folded behind her back, legs spread wide, her thigh length leather boots glittering in the sunshine.

From the crowd, male slaves peered up as the ship arrived, silently cursing the pilots and their crew for abducting male colonists and bringing them to this godforsaken place! The women cheered, fiercely proud of their gender, marvelling at the success of such a perilous mission, one that a male would no doubt have failed in.

The shocktroops in their powered armour deployed from the open hangar doors, remotely controlled by Krell. The stiff-legged automatons strode effortlessly across the pad forming an escort and transporting their hidden cargo of tied females. A few moments passed as the crowd expectantly held its breath in awe as a number of women appeared at the top of the gangway.

Carrie waved at the crowd. Wearing her old uniform uncomfortably reminding her of the past, as the massive control dildo thrummed inside her ready to unleash unspeakable torture should she step out of line. But at least she was free from that terrible wheeled device for the moment. It was a short term thing as Tyler had already informed her she was going to spend most of her time in his favourite mode.

Tyler strode behind her as they descended the ramp and strode to the podium, keeping the customary ten feet behind her and feeling strangely exposed beneath the glare of media coverage that the landing was receiving. He wanted to turn to the women cheering either side of him and laugh into their faces, maybe whip his cock out and jam it into one of the rowdy bitches, but kept his crazy urges in check. He took a deep breath to calm himself as he walked, knowing full well that just one slip could cost the entire revolution. He focused his eyes on Carrie's firm rolling buttocks ahead of him just as he used to. Time was he'd have given anything to be allowed to cum inside her! It seemed impossible, but just last year he had been her slave, and yet now he had total mastery over her, and more importantly, carnal knowledge of every aspect of the girl.

Krell and Zorn, wearing fully powered and loaded shock suits, flanked the entourage, appearing to all intents and purposes like an honour guard escorting the female crew members. They communicated via scrambled transmissions to prevent any accidental eavesdroppers from discovering them. Krell was fired up. It had been many years since he had last set foot on the planet, and thanks to the disguise of the hulking suit and one way visor, he could observe the beautiful women in the crowd and gaze at the towering cityscape all around him, in total anonymity. It seemed truly strange to have women flocking like that, undignified in their dress by covering themselves, and clumsily being able to move their arms, waving at the Captain. He snorted in derision. Women should be bound and naked, not dressed to the nines and cheering, he thought, they looked stupid! He would put that right personally!

A digital display board over the podium flashed a 'Welcome home' message. Carrie took the microphone and turned to the gathered masses thronging the streets below. The city it appeared had come to a standstill. She could see her own face projected on the sides of buildings and displayed on colossal vid-screens all around. The crowd hushed in expectation of every word. The brainwashing effect of Krell's conversion machine had convinced her that every thing was normal. She smiled and said, "It's good to be home!"

The crowds cheered and she continued her speech, not realising it was actually Krell's. She explained how the rest of her own crew had opted to remain on the planet to help complete the repairs on the Shenedoah and personally pick out the cream of the crop for the next shipment of male slaves. In their places, they had returned with some of the Shenedoah crewmembers, the navigator Elisabeth and a few others. She told the spectators how fantastic it was to be able to deliver such fertile specimens, and about how the crews were all looking forward to the return of the flagship, when she promised that they'd be bringing eight thousand male colonists aged between 18 and 36! A woman heckler yelled from the crowd that she wanted first pick and Carrie laughed. "I'm sure that there'll be plenty to go around soon, these fuckers are just about the most fertile men you can possibly imagine. Their sperm counts went off the scale!"

The audience laughed at the good-natured humour and Carrie's speech continued, briefly describing the hostile environment and atmospheric pressures that caused the Shenedoah to crash. All fictitious of course! Hidden inside his suit, Krell mouthed the words of what was coming next and marvelled at the plasticity of the human brain. Finally, Carrie stepped back from the microphone, her speech ended, as the crowds cheered the arrival of the shipment of men. The hangar of the Hyperion disgorged a slow moving hover trailer. It was a small vehicle that pulled behind it a large wheeled, low-sided transport. The audience of women across the globe in their millions marvelled at the ranks of muscled men cuffed to a central rack that ran the length of the prison sled. There was about sixty men altogether, tanned and muscled, all warily eyeing the crowds around
them.

Adelle took control of the microphone. "As a representative of the fleet, it's an honour to have you all return, and we're grateful that you brought back our ship in one piece." A smattering of polite amusement came from the generals of the Flight academy on the podium and she silently cursed the sycophantic twats. "Tonight a celebratory meeting will be held at the senate, in recognition of the success of the mission. And to raise funds for the Paradise Sect, an organisation little known outside of the elite circles, but working hard to preserve and protect everything that's beautiful in nature on what's left of our planet." She thoughtfully omitted the fact that it was working to preserve everything of a female nature!

Maude deVille trembled as she addressed the crowds; she could hear what she was saying but could barely believe it. At the back of her mind she knew what she was doing spelled a terrible fate for all women, but the enforced conversion process had all but robbed her of independent thought. In her mind's eye, she could see Latara suspended and sobbing from the rack while images of all the people she'd ever tortured in that same device flashed across her mind. She addressed the assembled crowds, amazed at how convincing she sounded. "Women of Earth. I take these men now from you as Minister of Male Resources. These specimens have pressing tasks, and I commandeer them for the good of the state." A stunned silence descended on the crowd. "But, fear not, as once they've been given clean bills of health and they've contributed sufficiently to breeding stock, you can have them back! At least, I'm sure the highest bidders can get them, and we're limiting them to just one per household!" The crowd cheered again, collectively feeling slightly foolish to fall for the spiel. "They go on sale next month! Available at all the best retailers while stocks last."

The prison sled was escorted into the back of a large troop carrier by the guards. Lothar, dressed in his own regimental shocktroop armour, took a detachment of the decoy troops with him as an escort for Maude, disappeared into the back of the armoured craft, and with a hiss, the troop carriers door's closed behind them. The ship lifted into the air, and Krell's team were flown to the large male penal centre in the city.

The delegates and senators embarked upon a vigorous hand shaking bout with the crew, pausing to look over their shoulders at the assembled paparazzi below the stage, knowing a goo photo shoot opportunity when they saw one. Finally, the crowds began to disperse and the crew of the Hyperion joined Adelle and Carrie in a plush hover limo. Tyler was made to kneel on the floor until the doors were closed and they were away from the photographers. Adelle flicked a switch and the windows became opaque. "Nice to meet you," She extended a hand to Tyler, "I guess you take over from here on in." He climbed onto the cushioned seats brushing himself down.

"I take it that everything's on schedule?" He asked.

"The celebratory dinner is in eight hours time and the major heads of government will be there for the taking!" She smiled. "I can't wait to get those crusty bitches in chains!"

Tyler smiled and placed a hand on Carrie's thigh. "I guess you'd better drop us off at Carrie's place now that we have some time to kill. Actually, guess it's my place now. I've always wanted an apartment with a good view! Besides, you know how long it takes a woman to get ready for a big occasion."

Krell and Zorn flew escort in a security car, shadowing the flight path of the hover limo. They monitored all security transmissions, permanently in contact with the massive radar arrays of the Antarctic base, careful not to deviate from the programmed flight path that a normal shocktroop escort would follow. They both moved with delicate precision across their controls, guiding the heavily armed ship with deft accuracy. The mission was at a critical stage. They had to ensure that everybody knew their role and got into position on time. He glanced at the chronometer. A few hours remained yet before the fireworks would begin. If anything went wrong, his whole plan would be cancelled and they would blast their way out if need be. He would only get one chance at it. Silently Krell prayed that he would succeed. He had seen more women that day than he had in 
his entire life, and his robot phallus buzzed excitedly at the idea of being able to own them all. His libido simply had to be sated on a global scale.

*****

As the prison transport arrived the colonists peered out of the windows at the forbidding grey edifice before them. The huge retraining compound resembled something from the middle ages. Massive squat buildings of grey stone and concrete. The correctional facility was designed to teach men how to better serve their female masters through a rigorous punitive regime of genital torture and flagellation. It prided itself in churning out perfect domestic slaves and skilled labourers. As the colonists were unloaded, they tried not to ogle the female guards, who were so much smaller than them and looked so horny in their high cut shiny PVC uniforms. A few women clubbed out at them with Electro prods to keep them in line and this was more than enough incentive for them to remain focused on such a pivotal mission. The flashing, searing blue sparks had them recoiling from the sexy little guards. It certainly helped them get into character as captive slaves.

They filed into the containment area, flanked by Krell's decoy shocktroops posing as Maude de Ville's guard. Maude herself left the men to the disposal of the guards and strolled purposefully towards the command centre, following the orders that Lothar and Adelle had powerfully imprinted upon her psyche through the conversion machine. The female guards began barking orders at the colonists, but none of the men were inclined to follow any. An irate guard swung a prod at the nearest colonist and he deftly side stepped it. The woman, a petite blonde with short-cropped hair, looked on incredulously for a few seconds, before her expression contorted with sheer rage she jabbed again and he yelped, but the assembled shipment still maintained their disobedience. Behind the furious women guards, two shocktroops were deftly using hidden transmitters to block all transmissions from the base. Janders and Saaro, safely concealed among the ranks of decoys, were busily ensuring that no alarms would sound when they took over the complex. Janders intercepted all the instructions that were being beamed to the shocktroops around him. He allowed most to go through, as the female controllers in the command office would notice something was wrong if they failed to respond. Scaaro used a laser designator beam, impossible to see with the naked eye, to target the base.

Hundreds of miles above, one of Krell's spy satellites locked itself into a guided orbit, and began to decode the installations security systems, effectively unlocking the cells of the thousands of male slaves that languished here. Most were here for petty offences, poor cooking, insufficient cunnilingus, smelly feet, but some had actually tried to lash out at their owners. These miscreants were strapped to terrible machines for up to a week at a time. One by one, the cell locks began to pop open. At first, the male slaves inside looked blankly at the doors in confusion. The red lights that signified a locked cell had changed to green and the bars no longer hummed with electricity.

Jonathan Fraser, a young man sentenced for three months sexual improvement training for being reluctant to felch his mistress, reached out a hand to test his barred cell door. It swung open noiselessly. A few others braved the corridor and looked confusedly around at each other. "What's going on?" "How come the alarms aren't ringing?" "My butt plug has stopped buzzing!" Voices echoing down the normally silent containment vaults. A female guard appeared at the end of the passage. She was eating a large pie as she rounded the corner, chomping with gusto on the synthetic meat product. The men saw her first. Madeline Grayson was a heavy-set dyke who hated men as much as she loved her job abusing them. A second later she saw them and froze.

An unspoken agreement flashed through the eyes of the men. She was a hard bitch, and had hurt each one individually. Whatever was happening here may only be temporary; soon they could be locked in their cells again. Perhaps tortured horribly for even stepping outside their doors, for even daring to engage in conversation with each other. The consequences could be too terrible to even bear thinking about. If that were so, then they may as well be punished for some better reason, and they would never get another chance to get this fat bitch!

They rushed her as one, a chewed lump of pie falling from her gaping mouth as she screamed in surprise. Madeline reached for the prod hanging from her belt, but was too slow. Two men lifted her off her feet and she was hauled against the bars of the nearest cell. She was held spread- eagled, a man holding onto each arm and leg, as Jonathan unbuckled her utility belt and removed her Electro-cuffs. He passed them to a fellow inmate and the man slipped into the cell and cuffed her arms together behind the bars, as high as he could. She snarled and spat in lesbian fury at her captors, sure that at any moment the security cameras would pick out the insurrection and send a detachment of troops to free her. 

The men tore at her plastic uniform and the top split down the middle revealing her pendulous breasts. She wailed as they were mauled and bitten. Surely the guards would come soon; ... hopefully before the inmates did! The men tore strips of bedding and began to bind them around her legs, tying her securely to the bars. She screeched at them like a harpy, until one forced a balled length of fabric into her open mouth and tied it securely to her head with her own belt, wrapping the sturdy leather around her head and tying it painfully tight. Her cheeks bulged over the edges and her eyes rolled in their sockets. Her frown became a pleading furrow as she realised that there was a chance that the guards could be too busy with the new intake to notice what was happening here before it was too late! She struggled in protest, her breasts, one supporting quite a bite, swinging from side to side.

Jonathan tore a strip of her plastic uniform and took her left breast in his hand. "This is for the fingernail down the jap's eye stunt yesterday bitch!" She had paused during her rounds the day before to rake his manhood with her sharpened claw like fingernails while he was helplessly strapped into a training harness, being forced to suck out artificial cum from a prosthetic cunt strapped to his face. Torturing them had been a perk of the job, but one that she now regretted. He wrapped the thin plastic around the base of the breast and pulled it tightly, as hard as he could. The fleshy orb bulged and swelled outwards into an almost perfect sphere. She roared in pain as he tied the ends tightly together trapping the orb in that state of enforced tumescence. He did the same to her other breast and tears of pain rolled down her cheeks and soaked into the mouth wadding. The other freed inmates passed her Electro prod to him and he held it up to her face so she could see it. She shook her head slowly, begging for mercy, but Jonathan smiled and knelt before her spread legs. The other men urged him on roaring and shouting. She feared for her life, surrounded by the pack of braying males. She felt his hand holding her labia apart and then with terrible deliberation, he slid the business end of the steel tube inside her.

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A freed male slave entered the corridor and called to them. "Hey, you guys, the alarms are all off and there are guys free all over the place!" He was breathless, "some of us are gonna try and make a break for the courtyard, try and steal a shuttle, are you with us?"

The men cheered and ran after him. Jonathan turned to the helpless woman tied to the bars and almost forgotten in the excitement. "Sorry, I nearly forgot," he smiled, and turned the probe on to automatic before joining his fellow escapees.

The women frenziedly strained and howled as the low wattage shocks ripped through her pussy. Her spread legs quivered and trembled as her ass bucked uncontrollably against the bars in a parody of male thrusting. The handle of the prod jutted out like a phallus from her dripping cunt and for a crazy moment she wished that her lover, Bernice, was here to ride the other end of it. She wanted her to slip her glistening pussy along the knuckled handgrip to meet her own bulging lips in a delicious crotch level pussy sapphic kiss that would bring them both off. The shocks made her dribble continuously, and female ejaculate pooled beneath her. To her own surprise, it wasn't as bad as she'd expected, and was quite glad that the men had left her alone to enjoy it. She came softly to herself listening to the screams of fellow warders being overcome and tortured in the distance, no longer caring about the escape, just fantasising about Bernice and her extraordinarily massive pussy hole.

*****

In the courtyard, the colonist's refusals to obey orders were exasperating the female warders who were oblivious to the mayhem inside the complex. They had to get all of them through processing, take sperm samples and give them a torrid few days to make sure they knew who was boss, before they went on general release on Monday. It was clear they were going to have to make an example of someone. Clara Myers, senior commandant on duty, arrived after hearing the commotion from her guardroom. Clearly, she thought, these men had little idea of their status and her guards were not being nearly as forceful enough. As new arrivals, unused to the slave etiquette of Earthmen's behaviour, they needed to be brutalised into submission through extreme violence and geni-torture. "Leave this one to me," she said to the nearest guard. She turned on a swarthy looking young man whose casual slouching particularly annoyed. She raised her Electro- prod and went to give him a painful zap on the genitals.

Nimbly, he dodged it, and tugged the prod from her grasp. Clara hopped back in surprise. Disarmed, she felt a flush of rage surge through her. How dare he do such a thing? A mere man! Flanked by Maude's Shocktroops, surely, didn't he realise that he could be gunned down? "How dare you!" Her voice rang out wit the sharp tang of years of military training. "That has cost you your very life!" She whirled to the nearest shocktrooper. "Kill him." But the order was ignored. She screamed it again and again. Growing confused at the lack of action from the programmed automaton.

Inside the suit, the captive woman could hear the exchange through the suit's audio cells. She sobbed feebly in her capacity as useless observer. She knew full well what would happen next, perhaps on a global scale. The poor girls didn't stand a chance against the insidious machinations of that monster Krell.

The prison guards began to panic beneath their hardened exteriors. The shocktroop was stock-still. The multi-barrelled weapon clutched in the armoured gauntlets remained held against the huge chest armour in readiness, but the command was deftly ignored. One of the guards ran to the wall and pulled the emergency lever, but the Klaxons were silent. She called for assistance into her wrist-com, but the transmitter was down and nothing issued from the device. Sniggers rose from the men and they began to spread out across the courtyard advancing on the shocked guards. Somehow, they had shut down their entire security system! Clara panicked and began to run for the safety of the guard compound, but she heard the sound of pursuit and felt strong arms catch her legs in a flying tackle. She was pinned to the floor face down on the unyielding tarmac. Strong hands began to pull up her skirt and expose her trembling, fleshy behind. Half paralysed with shock and fear, she could hear the screams of her warders as they too were violated. As the powerful man astride her began to enter her from behind, she realised that the whole thing was a trap and only somebody of high rank in the senate could be behind it. This entire thing had been planned with the colonists in mind! Somebody with power and influence was a traitor to their womanhood, and perhaps the whole of the Central Command was in jeopardy at tonight's function. Maybe the Paradise Sect was behind it? Maybe Maude had known all along that these colonists were going to attack? But as Clara felt the thick penis bulldoze her labia apart and plunge deep inside her, she realised that there was little chance of her ever being able to warn anybody in time.

In the command centre, video surveillance relayed the scene and the two officers on duty, stopped caressing each other's bared breasts and turned confused to the screen. Their wet fingers slick with each other's juice, played over the keyboard to give them a better view of the unfolding incident in the courtyard and turn on the sound. "It's a rebellion! Look the cells in block's A to D are open. Sound the alarm." The girl leaped to her feet and turned to pull the large red lever on the wall, when Maude deVille appeared in the doorway. "Sir, "The girl cried, "All outside communications are down, we're cut off! They're taking over the complex!"

Maude stood there as if in a trance, with slow, deliberate movements, she removed a stun laser from her tunic and felled the two women. Her mission accomplished, she slumped back against the wall and wept softly at her helpless betrayal of her own womanhood. Presently Lothar arrived and hauled her back to the transport. She had to give the introductory speech tonight and he needed her to be composed. Another couple of hours with the old conversion machine would wipe the memory clean. She shook with fear in his arms, glancing at his crotch, and he wondered what visions the machine had conjured for her to make her so afraid of men.

*****

Adelle retired to her apartments with Krell, her damaged door already repaired by some of her slaves, and reinforced to prevent another such intrusion. He climbed from the powered suit and smiled warmly at her. She gazed back at him. "It's been a while." She thought back to their earlier affair. Over twenty years had passed yet she could still remember with clarity, the obscene couplings between them. The strictures and bonding that only Krell could do. His inventive sex play had fired her imagination and immeasurably enriched her life. She had hoped to meet him again and now he was finally here, alone, in her private sanctuary, she positively tingled with arousal. "I've missed the pain of your touch."

"Oh, I'm sure there have been others. It doesn't take a brain surgeon to take a woman to paradise." He smiled, embracing her and sliding his hands down the back of her PVC suit, squeezing her behind and pulling her against him.

"You're too modest Krell, you know you're the best." She gasped as she felt him kneading her buttocks, and Adelle pressed herself hard against him, spreading her legs slightly so he could reach under her. He gripped her firmly and kissed her with a passion she'd almost forgotten. "Take me Krell."

"Permission is not yours to give." He replied as his grip tightened.

*****

Carrie returned to her apartments. Tyler walked behind her through the lobby and along the landings until the door hissed safely shut behind them. He looked at the punishment chair in the corner of the room. An appalling machine designed to torture men sexually while bringing the women owners off. He'd spent many an unhappy night on the damned thing. Carrie stood before him. He gazed at her, taking time to drink in her statuesque appearance. She was still the tall athletic woman she always had been, standing there in her striking leather uniform. But there was something about her. Something about her eyes, a haunted defeated look, totally submissive before him. He called her over and humbly obeying her master she knelt before him, her knees wide apart with the shiny material of her uniform stretched tightly over her mons. He looked down at the woman and felt no sympathy for her. As a slave she was here to pleasure him, nothing more. Once, what seemed a long time ago, she had said that she loved him. And then had betrayed him with her very next move, stunning him with a blast from a hidden laser pistol. Her escape attempt had been foiled and she had since been re-modelled somewhat to be more compliant, but he still felt the need to get even with her. He had suffered years of abuse under her rule.

He would see to it that she never crossed him again. He had a few hours yet to have some fun with her. He pointed to the vacant punishment chair in the corner and she meekly obeyed, walking over to it, as she knew she must. He came up behind her and unzipped her leotard style flight suit, savouring the feel of the soft, polished leather as he peeled it away from her velvety skin. She lifted a leg at a time, stepping delicately out of the garment as he slipped it down her body and tossed it away. Next he ordered her to remove her thigh length boots and watched as she bent over slowly undoing each side clasp from the top of her thighs to her ankles. She lifted her leg and rested it on the frame of the chair in front of her as her slender fingers undid the last few ankle fastenings, and he could see tantalising glimpses of her pussy lips in shadow beneath her shapely rear. She kicked off the first boot and began on the second, deliberately leaning over and thrusting her naked ass towards him as she slowly worked. Tyler could feel his heart pounding and felt the erection growing uncomfortably down one trouser leg. He shifted his position, hoisting it to a more favourable angle.

Her long, athletic legs straightened and she stood proudly before him, her lengthy, light brown hair hanging between her bared shoulder blades. He stepped up behind her and pressed his throbbing crotch against the swell of her buttocks, his cock pressing frantically against the restrictive material of his trousers while he reached his hands round her flat belly and stroked her warm quivering skin. He let his hands slide up her front, cupping her breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples between his fingers until they stiffened.

He wanted to savour this encounter. Although he had used her countless times before back on Planet X, this felt so vital, so much more real as he was back home again. The reassurance of the familiar surroundings, the smells, the memories, all combined to add an irresistible thrill to the occasion. This would be the first time he'd have her in what was essentially, his first true home. He was no longer a slave here, but now a master, and provided Krell's vision came to fruition, he would enjoy this privilege for the rest of his life. If not? Well it didn't bear thinking about, and perhaps this time together with Carrie would become his last.

Carrie moved as if to turn and face him, but he gripped her shoulders and held her firm. Slowly he walked her forward to the machine. It was designed to contain a man, with a large butt-fucking device rising from the centre of the seat. Tyler flicked a switch and the seat reclined, the anal dildo rising, gleaming and proud. The configuration of the multi-jointed chair could be altered almost infinitely to accommodate all sizes and shapes of victim in any pose. He selected a kneeling arrangement for her, facing the back of the chair, and pushed her forward onto the device. Behind the headrest, a mirror Carrie had installed reflected her fearful expression as her arms came into contact with the sensor pads of the chair's rests. Thick bands snapped shut over her forearms and wrists, pulling her down into the shining steel assembly. She gasped as the strictures tightened. Her knees landed on the pads either side of the central dildo and the chair clasped her legs in position with more leather bands. Tyler felt his cock pounding incessantly as her saw her in the enforced kneeling position with her inner thighs trembling either side of the colossal butt probe.

He crossed the room to the utility closet. It slid open noiselessly to reveal a toolbox and a number of domestic cleaning appliances. He cast a glance at the woman straining on all fours in the corner and removed a roll of duct tape. She could see him approach from behind and felt shamefully exposed in such an animal position. With one hand steadying her, placed flat on the small of her back, he bit at the roll of tape, freeing the strip. Her eyes widened in a silent plea, but he reached around her head, smiling at her reluctant expression in the mirror and pressed a strip of tape across her mouth. The industrial strength adhesive webbing clamped her lips together as securely as any of Krell's fantastic devices. Her nostrils flared as she snorted for breath, a growing apprehension becoming fear as her former slave let her know, in no uncertain terms, that her home territory was now well and truly his!

Tyler stepped back and activated the central butt-fucking shaft. He had endured countless hours on that device and it was only fair that she suffered too. Carrie's curvaceous rump gyrated from side to side as she struggled to avoid the inexorably rising prong, but the laser guided device centred itself and began to bore into her back passage. It elicited an awful response from the trapped girl. She howled into the improvised gag as she felt her sphincter bulldozed open by the steel shaft. Tyler watched with pleasure the awful contortions of her slender form as the machine began to rape her behind, each programmed thrust sending a delicious quivering shake through her buttocks, the flanged base of the steel arm slapping audibly against her belly. The evil self-greasing pole created a symphony of squelching as it vanished inside the girl's wobbling back passage. Tyler felt his cock begging for release, yet he held on to the moment, allowing himself to drink in the tremendously erotic visuals. He wanted the homecoming fuck to be special now that he had total control over Carrie. He slipped a hand inside his pants and slowly stroked his own length to keep it limber.

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He watched fascinated as the steel shaft vanished deep inside of her and then withdrew wetly glistening. Her facial contortions only added to his growing excitement. Carrie's eyes were screwed shut, her long dark lashes flickering with each thrust as her body was forced to absorb the terribly thrusting length. Tyler depressed the accelerator switch and the machine began to rampantly ream the trapped girl. He could hear her tortured breaths vying to escape and enjoyed the thrill of her violation.

Tyler wanted to scream out of the window how much he wanted to fuck and abuse females, such was the rousing effect the scene had upon him. It beggared belief the fact that he was in a city of over eighty million people and yet the only men who weren't languishing in degrading slavery were the ones aboard the Hyperion who only arrived here just a few hours ago. 

Carrie bucked on the machine as it accelerated its run. Her ass wobbling frenziedly as the machine powered into her. Tyler could wait no longer. He went around to the back of the chair and climbed onto it. He carefully slid under her quaking form tightly pressing against her breasts that hung pendulously, preventing them swaying in sympathy with the impact of each thrust. He slid down the chair, carefully spreading his legs either side of the central dildo, but keeping between her thighs. The girl whimpered at him looking down through tearful eyes. Tyler slowed the butt-fucker using the control panel mounted on the side of the chair's arm. He unzipped his trousers and his pounding erection sprang out. He positioned himself comfortably underneath the girl as she strained on all fours, and slowly pressed his penis up against her glistening cleft. Her body was pressed hard against him and with the flick of a switch he increased the tension, forcing her down onto him and pressing their bodies together even tighter. In a way, it echoed their earlier couplings when he was still a slave, with her on top and him strapped to the machine beneath. Neither of them could move, but he was very much in control of the situation. He could raise her and lower her at will by flicking the buttons on the control panel next to him.

Some of the lubricant from the anal probe had smeared all around her crotch, and his rampant cock fairly slithered inside her. He could immediately feel the shafting mechanism through the wall of her perineum, and in the cramped space beneath her, where it would be difficult to get any purchase with his own thrusts, it stroked his pulsing manhood, effectively massaging it deep inside her. The sensation of the buzzing probe washed through him, and he had to force himself for a moment to think of the ancient and astoundingly dull game of golf as a delay tactic such was the urge to let himself go immediately. After a few moments the urge gradually subsided and he folded his arms behind his head, enjoying immensely the fantastic slippery feel of her hot cunt around him.

Carrie closed her eyes and suffered in silence as she felt the double penetration fairly filling her pelvic cavity. The machine thumped away inside, causing muffled gasps to involuntarily escape her gag. Clamped in her kneeling forward position, she was helpless to prevent him from using her. It brought home to her fully, the extent of her enslavement on Earth. She automatically responded to his orders without thinking, so used to the command of a confident male voice. Now she was in her own living room, previously her sanctuary, and now her cell. The punishment chair that had been her favourite toy, was now her tormentor. The bulbous anal raping mechanism, designed to torture a fully-grown man, pounded mercilessly into her much smaller entrance, threatening to tear her a new asshole with each slurping thrust. Frustration and shame mixed with her tears of pain as Tyler lay under her pleasuring himself hugely at her expense. Her elbows and knees ached, the brutally tight strapping almost cutting off the circulation from her hands and feet. She gritted her teeth and endured the ordeal.

Tyler enjoyed her for a while, each time he felt the urge to cum, he held back, and each time the pleasure intensified until he could deny himself no longer. He allowed the amazing sensations to overwhelm him and with a gasp of pleasure the volume of which quite took him by surprise, he came into her hot slick hole. The orgasm swept though him, dizzying his senses and taking him to impossible heights of pleasure. It seemed to continue forever, the electric buzz of the machine prolonging the sensations almost unbearably. Breathless he lay there, quite astonished at the effect it had on him. Jesus! He thought, now he knew exactly what they meant by the expression mind-blowing!

*****

Krell tightened his grip on Adelle's ponytail as he pulled her across the room to a low coffee table. With a sweeping gesture, he scattered the files and various objects from the top, hauled the submissive women onto the flat surface and held her down with a muscular arm pressing firmly against her chest. She lay on her back; legs slightly spread, as with his free hand, Krell began to unfasten her skirt. His powerful fingers roughly tugged each clasp apart with so much force that her buttocks were occasionally hauled off the tabletop. She released a deep languorous moan of pleasure as she felt the skirt pulled from under her and the waft of air over her nakedly exposed sex. Krell reached to one side hauling a heavy case closer. From her vantage point on the table, Adelle was unaware that Krell had brought a number of toys with him. She had expected some brutal sex on his famous steel cock, maybe a bit of rope stricture, but little more.

Krell removed a short, squat black cylinder that was as wide as it was long. She looked at the gaping muzzle of the device, unsure of its purpose. Krell rolled it along her flat stomach and she writhed at the cold touch of steel, tiny hair follicles rose with the stimulation. The tube traced a cold line of sensation as Krell slipped it up between her breasts. Adelle moaned and squirmed, pushing her hips eagerly upwards, raising her buttocks from the surface of the table. Krell removed the tube and aimed it at vertically upwards. There was a startling popping sound as the cylinder fired a suction cup at the ceiling. The device stuck fast and Adelle's eyes opened wide as she saw the shining steel D ring hanging from the base of the structure. Krell tossed the discarded launcher over one shoulder, and still holding her down with one hand, he held a pair of stainless steel cuffs out for her inspection. They were chunky and heavy looking, with a short separator bar to keep her hands apart. In the centre of the bar was a threaded groove that resembled a spindle.

"Ooh, do it to me Krell!" Adelle urged. Her heart pounding the blood around her body with a sexual intensity that caused sweat to break on her brow. Her pussy moistened almost immediately as the myriad of possible restraint scenarios sprang to her mind. Krell fastened the steel around her slender wrists and she gasped as the sharp click of the lock cemented her submission. Krell forced her into a sitting position, roughly manhandling her. The table beneath was already wet with her juices. Reaching up, he snapped a length of chain onto the dangling D ring above, and threaded the links into a loop under and around the spindle of the wrist cuffs. Krell smiled at her discomfort as he depressed a thumb switch and the separator bar between her wrists began to revolve, taking up the slack of the chain, and hauling her from the table. Krell stopped her a few feet up in the air, her legs folded beneath her, toes touching the gleaming table surface. Krell slid a hand down her thigh, feeling the hard muscle tone of the woman. Boy, she was fit, and in every sense of the word. He raised her right leg to his mouth nuzzling at her foot, and then pressing his face against her calf for a few moments, savouring her soft, warm skin, before lifting it painfully higher. She initially released a moan of pleasure that turned to a surprised squeal of hurt as Krell worked. She felt her tendons straining as he brought her foot up high enough to touch the steel of the cuffs. Through gritted teeth she gasped as she felt the pull on her hamstring. Krell clamped the slim ankle to the heavy wrist cuff using a 'U' shaped attachment that slotted into the thick steel of the cuff. Adelle swung to one side, her free leg trailing.

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Krell pushed the table to one side and spread a rubber sheet from his case over the floor beneath her. "Don't want you to drip all over the floor now do we?" He chuckled. Adelle continued to swing slightly, the chain links suspending her clicking as she slowly rocked. Krell hauled her left leg up to the cuff to balance her evenly, and attached it to the heavy steel restraint in the same manner as the first. She moaned as she felt the strain on the backs of her legs, her entire body tensed to try and alleviate the stress of her own bodyweight pulling on her wrists.

Krell took a large black rubber penis-shaped plug from his case and held it under her nose. Sweating with the strain of trying to keep herself upright, Adelle still found time between her short panting breaths to smell the rubber gag before her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the plastic scent. "Open wide, " said Krell forcing it into her mouth. The end of the plug thrust against the back of her throat and she snorted for breath through her nostrils. A thin strap was passed around her head and fastened securely to keep the dildo gag in place. Two thin tubes hung down from the bulging end that protruded from her stretched open mouth. Krell took the two tubes and threaded them into her nostrils before locking them in securely in place with a small clip that fitted over her nose. A curious frown creased Adelle's forehead as she felt her nostrils being bunged. She held her breath experimentally, but Krell urged her to breathe and she took a small sniff. 

A restricted airflow passed through the exposed butt of the gag and she found she could breath normally, albeit with a rubber taste at the back of her throat. As she breathed out though, she heard a valve clicking and felt the penis gag swell in her mouth. Krell was smiling at her, reading her mind. How big could the dildo get? Could it suffocate her? She kept her breath held for a while longer until her eyes widened slightly and she was forced to breathe again. Each time she exhaled, the rubber penis in her mouth expanded in width and length. A bead of nervous sweat ran from her forehead and dripped onto the rubber matting beneath her, mingling with the drops of love juice already fallen from her desperately excited pussy. Auto-erotic asphyxiation, as with many things, turned her on badly. How did Krell know? It was her most recent favourite perversion. The slowly diminishing volume of oxygen that made it to her lungs left her light headed and slightly disoriented. She could feel her pulse in her clitoris, pounding as her pussy lips swelled with arousal.

Krell fastened a latex hood around her head, which was large enough to also cover her hair, and pulled the complex laces at the rear smotheringly tight to add to the sensory deprivation of her hanging in mid-air. The mouth area of the face sheath was missing allowing her bulging cheeks to swell outwards. She squealed excitedly into the restrictive gag as she could feel her first orgasm begin tingling. He saw her pussy lips fluxing as she came. Damn that was quick! God help her when she found herself on the end of the pneumatic fanny hammer!

Adelle's crotch was hanging comfortably at waist height. Her legs were held up high enough so as to expose her tight sphincter to him. He would enjoy plundering its depths, but first he had to dress her. He liked naked women, but preferred the look and feel of gleaming latex on their skin. He took a canister from the case and shook it. Stepping back, he began to spray it all over her trembling body. The liquid solidified on contact forming a perfectly flexible, gleaming black rubber second skin. The spray coated her evenly as Krell rotated Adelle's vulnerable form in order to cover her on all sides. He sprayed it over her pussy to cover her completely.

He discarded the can when finished and examined the results of his handiwork. Hanging from the ceiling, Adelle looked like a huge, glistening black mannequin. The only discernible sign of life was the clicking of the gag valve as the girl took tiny breaths and inflated the penis inside her mouth. Krell reached out a finger and prodded the woman. She swung silently back and forth. The latex had dried already. He wondered how long it would be before she blacked out inside it. The gag was designed to expel the trapped air once it reached maximum inflation, shortly after she stopped breathing and revive her with a blast of oxygen. The penis shaped rubber plug was in fact quite a sophisticated piece of equipment. Krell was quite proud of it.

Adelle, half smothered by the hood, felt herself covered in a freezing wet substance. For a moment the liquid startled her, her nipples turned to bullets, but then she felt it begin to warm as it set, slickly contracting all over her, and tightening around her skin like a body glove. The coating pinched her skin, hugging her impossibly tight all over. The dildo gag bulged again as she exhaled and she came for a second time, less intensely than the first one, but enough to send a delicious tingling through her loins. The tightness of the coating hugged her pussy, and she felt her own juices wetting her buttocks as the dribbling lubricant seeped from her and was trapped against her skin.

Now, he thought, time to tear her a new ass! He reached out a hand and caressed her warm gleaming, latex clad buttocks. He scratched away at the surface of the coating directly over her tight ass-hole and tore a small flap. Drips of female arousal spattered the rubber mat beneath the woman. It was a good job he had remembered to bring it Krell thought. Stretching the material slightly he peered in to see the wet, puckered entrance of her behind. He held her in place to stop her rocking back and forth, and dropped his trousers to reveal the cybernetic dick.

The massive steel penis glinted with reflections from the strip lights above as he slowly guided it towards the small hole. The latex flap closed over the steel glans and he felt the resistance of her tight ring of muscle. Her breath came in short bursts making the cheeks of the hood bulge and swell, the latex coating stretched evenly over the skin. She could feel the penis begin to press against her and her anus reflexively dilated to accommodate it. Krell pushed up into her, and despite the obvious flexibility of the well trafficked passage, she writhed in delicious agony as the sphincter was spread excruciatingly wide. Krell forced it home, each thrust driving the knobbed shaft deeper inside the hanging girl, impaling her on his robotic length. Glancing down, he could see it was deep inside her, almost to the hilt. With a single redoubled effort, he rammed his hips forward, while pressing her onto it from behind with his hands, enjoying the feel of the slick latex coating on her warm body. The woman grunted in pain and shock as she felt him ram home, feeling his belly slap against her latex encased pussy. The steel penis was filling her utterly, and as Krell activated the phallus, the woman's entire body began to vibrate in sympathy with the device.

Adelle almost passed out with the first incredible pulse of electricity from the phallus. Her head, slightly dizzy already with the lack of oxygen, swam in the darkness of her restrictive body sheath. She lost all sense of direction and could no longer tell up from down. The only solid thing in her floating rubber world was the devastating feeling of being impaled on the colossal penetration that bored into her anus. She desperately craved for some contact on her pussy, the clit pounded with need for stimulus, and she could only vaguely feel Krell's pelvis glancing off it as he pumped her, the latex coating smothering it and robbing the bud of its sensitivity. 

Krell gripped the base of his shaft and twisted it. The circular dial rotated about the circumference and a triangular marker embossed on the metal pointed to the number two. The nodules along the length of Krell's cock projected from the sides and undulated outwards, bulging against the insides of her tortured ass. She gasped violently and he saw the gag swelling again beneath the thin layer of rubber. He turned the dial to number three and heard the chains suspending her begin to rattle, as the terrible vibrations wracked her hanging form.

Krell continued to pump her, the digital penile interface connected to his own neural network, sending waves of enhanced pleasure through him as he fucked. It made for really intense sex. Each time he fucked a girl it was as magical and as sensitive as his first time had been, as the cybernetic link to his brain stimulated his memory centres and ensured that each thrust replicated all of the sensations and feelings located there. Krell went to level four and the hanging woman began to bodily shake as she was pounded by the hammer action. The chains suspending her shook violently and clattered loudly. The suspended form fairly danced about his thrusting monster.

There was a whoosh of air from the protruding penis gag that inflated the latex like a bubble around her head, and Adelle revived with a start. She had passed out with pleasure! She revived in time to experience the most violent orgasm she had ever known. She sucked hard on the jaw breaking rubber penis gag so as not to scream. The vibrations shook every bone in her body as the wave of orgasmic elation tore through her senses and threatened to knock her out again.

Krell took her to level five and she began to hyperventilate. He could see the latex expanding and peeling away from her flesh as she inflated her own second skin with her exhalations. Her head looked like a giant black ball, while her shoulders were beginning to swell outwards. The penis heaved and thrust inside her anus, pulling and bulging her sphincter, all the while ravishing the woman from the inside.. He let himself go as his own orgasm began to grow. Krell wrapped his arms about her and locked his legs around her back as he came. The two of them swung back and forth from the suction cup on the ceiling as they experienced a mutual afterglow. Adelle, barely conscious, tried to reassemble her senses but gave up and lost herself to the unbelievable, disorientating feelings that assaulted her. Krell hung from the woman's underside a couple of feet from the floor, his face the picture of ecstasy. He opened one eye and peered at the clock on the far wall. He'd better cut her down soon, as she would have to get ready for tonight. Grudgingly he withdrew the monster with a slurp and stepped back as trapped pussy juice and the grease of his own anal lubricant splattered the floor. He'd have to be careful not slip in it.

Krell mopped his brow and crossed to the vid-screen leaving Adelle swinging gently back and forth behind him. He called Lothar at the prison to see how the take over had gone.

"Perfectly! Maude's conversion worked fine and they didn't suspect anything until it was too late. The guys are taking the slaves out of the shocktroop suits and loading them up with the warders. There's about seventy men with military training so we've got a hundred and fifty shocktroops for tonight." Lothar side grinning, "more than enough to take out the cities elite female guard!"

"Excellent, continue, I'll meet you at the rendezvous tonight." Krell smiled. "I wonder if..." He let his voice trial off and saw Lothar listening intently. 

"You wonder what sir?" He asked, and Krell hung up on him. Lothar slapped his forehead, fallen for it again. He hated it when Krell did that. 

Krell laughed. It was difficult being such a visionary and potential ruler of the entire human race, anything to lighten the burden was a bonus and he couldn't resist it. Besides, they always fell for it too! Still chuckling to himself he turned to prepare himself for the busy evening's work. He went to cut down the revolving woman but decided not to, Adelle could hang for another hour or so before he needed her.


7
DOMINATION: EARTH

That evening, both the radar systems of the Ice base and Adelle's own complex arrays, centred their attention on the conference centre. Outside the flash hover cars of the city's elite elegantly swooped from the skies like swarms of insects. They descended on the massive Central Control centre's conference hall in their droves. Krell's robot cock fairly crackled in anticipation as he saw the quality of the quent that disembarked. Rich and famous women, all of them staggeringly beautiful disembarked and were led by Maude's best-dressed male slaves to the entrance. It was a real red carpet affair! Thankfully, in converting Maude de Ville to the cause, Krell had obtained massive assets, and an army of well trained butlers and men-in-waiting to give the evening a real touch of class. He had stationed the men freed from the prison complex, now deployed as shocktroops, around the outside of the hall, all apparently under Maude's orders. Once all hell broke loose inside, they would repel any attacks from the outraged women of the city. They shouldn't pose much of a threat to a hundred armoured shocktroops, each one was capable of levelling a building such was their firepower, and their powered suits could sustain at least a couple of direct hits from the cities mobile armoured division's missiles. He could also jam any orders given to the armies of shocktroops that were stationed world-wide, using his elaborate radar base, rendering the entire armed forces useless. Once the ministers of the senate council women were enslaved live on Vid-news, he knew that no man would be inclined to follow a female's order ever again, no matter what punitive threats of retribution should be hurled his way.

Krell smiled to himself, trying to reassure his pounding heart that everything would go to plan. He was again safely ensconced in his shocktroop armour, patiently guarding Adelle as if he were actually a mindless pre-programmed grunt. He was sweating inside the suit, glad that nobody who knew him could see how nervous he was. It was one thing to build a base in an extinct volcano on the other side of the universe, but it was another to take over the world on live Vid-news. Across from him, Zorn too stood inside his armoured shell. Eyeing the handpicked guests, all impossibly rich and all highly influential. He would enslave them all to do his bidding! 

On the flight back to the city, he had used the alpha-brain-wave converters on the Hyperion to program the Shenedoah crew and implant false memories of their time on planet X. They had forgotten completely being sex toys and now stood at the entrance to the complex before them cordially welcoming the dignitaries who couldn't wait to be photographed with the returning hero's of the mission.

Inside the splendour of the conference hall, Maude, Adelle, Carrie and Siobhan acted their roles perfectly, politely mingling with the upper echelons as the waiters ferried glasses of the finest wines and champagnes around as if there was no tomorrow. The celebratory party was in full swing. The top brass of the senate committee milled around bitching about each other's taste in clothes and the shabby menu that had been laid on for the evening. A couple of members, who had arrived wearing the same outfit, were sulking deeply, avoiding the cameras to prevent word of it leaking out. Adelle kept a close eye on the converted women to prevent any mishaps. She found herself nervously adjusting her dress uniform and tried to relax. If anything went wrong she would have to try and escape with Krell back to planet X and hope to hell that they didn't get followed. A council member struck up conversation with her and she put her doubts to the back of her mind and turned her attention to the discussion of which team was going to win the world synchronised anti-grav swimming championships next month.

When all of the guests were present and seated, the speeches began. Clear, proud female voices echoed about the prestigious hall, extolling the virtues of womanhood and the successes of the missions. Each time the opportunity arose, they would make a scathing reference to the past when men had been the dominant gender, and cruelly joked about their ineptitudes and failings. The servants blushed as they delivered meals, ashamed to be male in such illustrious company.

Krell's blood boiled in anger as the women laughed at men. He stood guard at the side of the stage impassively standing there in the massive combat armour. He was capable of destroying the entire room with a single shell from his grenade launcher, but the dignitaries were so used to having the mindless shocktroop soldiers around, their brains attached to combat computers and so digitised they were practically robots, that the women hardly even registered his presence.

Zorn patrolled the outside of the complex, ensuring that the security cordon was in place. The guards were thrilled to be part of such a revolution and diligently kept their scanners on the city around them, aware that the clock was ticking down fast and when it happened, things were going to hit the fan big time!

Elisabeth, the one time navigator aboard the Shenedoah, and a favourite plaything of Tyler's took to the stage and it was a cue for Lothar to move his men to the cover exits. Janders and Scaaro swept through the building rounding up the staff of the hall and bundling them into the vaults. They freed confused looking male slaves and warned them to keep their heads down. Through their shielded visors, they could see the concern and hope on the men's faces, but they had to move fast and here was no time to explain. Once the building was secured, they gave the code green signal to Krell and took up their positions.

Elisabeth was describing her fictional account of the months spent on Planet X when, to the astonishment of the assembled leaders, the shocktroop at the side of the stage stepped forward. There was barely time for a disconcerted rumble of queries from the seated women, before Krell fired a volley of caseless 50mm hollow-point ammunition over their heads. The deafening roar of gunfire caused the women to scream and attempt to flee, but Krell's voice rang out.

"Everybody freeze!"

As a dozen six and a half foot tall war machines were blocking all of the exits, the women had no choice but to obey. At a voice command, Maude and Elisabeth slumped into a hypnotic trance, part of their programming from the conversion machine to keep them out of trouble for a while. Siobhan, so dedicated to Zorn already had been spared the terrors of conversion, she had become as fervent a bondage nut as Adelle, and the prospect of becoming a sex toy for the rest of her life bizarrely appealed to her.

Outside, the director of the vid-news show that was broadcasting the evening looked aghast as she saw what was happening from the confines of her external broadcast hover-van. She was about to cut the live feed, in case the rebellion prompted male slaves everywhere to try and revolt, when a huge gun was thrust in her face. "I'm taking command here now!" smiled Zorn. She recoiled horrified and fainted from her chair.

In the conference hall, Carrie and Adelle moved about the room disarming the personal bodyguards, many whom they knew personally. The muscular women looked at them in contempt, cursing their fellow sisters for selling out their own kind, but Adelle merely smiled. "Things are gonna get a little more interesting round here," she chuckled at them. Then remembering another task Krell had set, she surreptitiously nodded to a pair of shock troopers who had been prepped for the job. Carrie, having just finished dumping all the weapons suddenly found herself gripped at the elbows and marched away. Tyler looked questioningly across to Krell, but received a reassuring nod and smile. Whatever Krell was up to, it seemed he was going to approve of.

Krell flicked up his visor and a few of the older women gasped as they recognised the man from their distant past. He had made quite a name for himself on Earth as a brilliant scientist before leaving on one of the first colonisation fleets and he had been but a distant memory until now. The flight commander gulped in fear. She had dated him years ago and he had fallen in love with her or so he had claimed. It was back in a time before male slavery was ever even considered, and he had done terrible things to her sexually. She had been used as a mere receptacle for his needs. Thankfully, she had managed to struggle free one time and had bitten off his penis before making her escape! The atrocities he'd performed upon her person were so stomach churning to every right thinking female, that she couldn't bring herself to describe them to anybody and as a consequence he had gotten away Scot free, and left the planet shortly afterwards. She had hoped never to see him again! He winked at her from the stage and ordered the guards to round up the heads of the ECC. There were eleven women altogether, Adelle was the twelfth senate leader, and she almost envied the others, as she knew how they were to be contained. It was going to be a delight to see these women cinched up and arranged in the most humiliating transport mode ever devised. She knew Krell had worked long and hard to perfect the device for maximum discomfort, maximum security, and crushing humiliation for the ruling women who had kept men subservient for so long.

The beautiful and powerful women were led to the front, Krell smiling at the auto-cameras the whole time, making sure that they were broadcasting his best side. Three shocktroops appeared with heavy steel frames. The curious looking constructions were about five feet in length and had four identical sets of restraints down each side. They looked seriously functional and as with everything Krell designed, were inescapable.

Krell took hold of the first woman and tore her evening dress away. She struggled frantically, afraid for her very life, as the sequinned gown's shoulder straps snapped and her breasts were exposed for all to see. She cried in outrage, how dared this MAN do such a thing! Her small fists beat at Krell as she struggled, but she succeeding in only hurting her hand on the massive armoured suit. She sobbed tears of dejection as the frustration of being manipulated welled inside her. He hefted the woman into the air with both hands gripping her shoulders and the dress slid from her body revealing her elaborate lacy underwear. She kicked her legs at the man, but her stiletto ankle boots merely rang off the armour. A few women in the audience screamed at Krell, venting their outrage at the man, but he seemed merely to derive further pleasure from their torment. 

"What do you hope to achieve Hamilton?" The flight commander had found her voice and stood proudly erect before the stage. "You can't expect to get away with this, this outrage!" Adelle sniggered, Hamilton Krell, Hamilton! He'd told her his first name was Stallone!

He paused, the semi-naked woman's legs still dangling a couple of feet from the floor, ensuring that his best profile was dramatically lit for the cameras before replying. "Let's just say we've had the caucuses and now it's time for a new election! I'm running the show from now on in!"

The drama unfolded live on vid-screens across the city. Outraged and horrified women jammed the vid-lines with their complaints, surely the guards had been called out to prevent this debacle! But, the city guard had been unable to activate any of their shocktroops and when they had tried to storm the building, a blistering rain of shells from Krell's own troops had devastated nearly a square mile of city around the conference hall and repelled them. They were helpless to stop the seizure of their government and sat horrified watching the live feedback from the auto cameras inside. 

Krell motioned for the first trooper to advance with the holding frame and he placed it on the floor before him. Krell moved the struggling female into position, forcing her to bend over. She whimpered and screamed as he hooked a gauntleted finger down the insides of her nicker elastic and tore the flimsy garment away. He held it up for the assembly to see before flicking it over his shoulder, were the panties hung like a decoration. The other man removed her ankle boots and glittering necklace leaving the woman completely naked before them. She tried unsuccessfully to cover her exposed parts by raising her knees but it only afforded the gathering in the front seats a better view of her depilated pussy. Wails of misery went up from the ten remaining council members as they saw the woman lowered into place on an eye poppingly large pair of steel dildos mounted to the frame. Across the entire country all women watching the show gasped in horror as they saw the X-rated penetration commencing.

The two greasy spokes met her orifices and after a moment of resistance from her firm flesh, they began to disappear inside the struggling woman. She screamed and begged to be released as she felt the huge cold steel of the intruders spreading her slippery holes wide. Krell slowly and with purpose, pushed her all the way onto the machine oblivious to her cries and watched with satisfaction, the final inches of the steel vanishing into the reddened, stretched pussy. Once the flange at the base of the dildo butted her mons, the machine hissed and inside the woman, the two monsters projected out a number of prongs inside her, stretching the elastic walls of her rectum and vagina, and anchoring her onto the machine. She felt the hideous intruders swell inside her, bulging deep up her tormented groin and she sobbed, her eyes wide and pleading as she looked across the magnificence of the conference hall at the shocked faces of her colleagues. 

Krell lifted the holding frame into a vertical position, and she hung from her butt, her arms and legs hanging down uselessly. She struggled to try and free herself wobbling her ass to try and dislodge the huge dildos but they were stuck tight inside. Krell beamed as he saw the bulging ass hole puckering, already dilated enormously to accommodate the prong, as she squirmed. The audience could see the frame better and for the first time its purpose became apparent. It could hold up to four women, hanging vertically down from the sets of double dildos arranged evenly around the central column, like meat in a butcher's window. A large hook was mounted at the top for ease of carrying, and all around the device hung broad leather straps to restrain the women once they were secured onto the dildos.

Krell took hold of the woman's head, forced it between her knees and drew a strap around the back of her neck, pulling it tight and buckling it firmly to hold her in a bent over position. She blindly swung her arms at him, her sobbing becoming louder as she realised that her very freedom was slipping away. He effortlessly caught each flailing wrist and held them tight in his huge steel gauntlets. Drawing her arms behind her back, he snapped a pair of restraining cuffs about her wrists. Squatting down, he gripped her dangling legs and forced both her feet together before slipping them into a steel sheath that tightened automatically about them successfully anchoring her to the central spoke to prevent her dangling from side to side. The woman screamed at Krell. "Please, please, let me go. I'll do whatever you want, we'll all co-operate, just take those things out of my ass!"

Krell patted her on the rump, squeezing the bulging thrusting buttocks. "And spoil all the fun! Don't be ridiculous, and besides, you're already doing what I want!"

He drew the broad leather straps about her body and tightened them cruelly, cinching her up like a piece of meat. She gasped as the bands dug into her flesh causing it to bulge and redden. Dangling upside down, she could only see Krell's feet as he walked about unhurriedly going about his work. She couldn't move a muscle despite straining with all her strength to try and dislodge the restraints and slip from the anal prong. Her arms were painfully pulled high up her back and she felt a steel clasp attached about her elbows, crushing them together.

Krell ensured that all the remaining straps were tightened about her, paying particular attention to ones designed to wrap around the base of each breast to force each sphere between the backs of her legs. The nipples were solidly erect as Krell pulled the straps painfully about her chest, winking at the terrified woman's face as it poked from between her calves. "Don't worry, it'll be far worse for you soon, so you might as well enjoy this while you can!" He whispered almost conspiratorially to her.

He stood back to admire the beautifully bound woman as she hung from her position on the carrying frame like a well-packaged commodity. Her fellow council members sobbed and struggled as they too were individually picked and after a few minutes of strapping and cinching, had joined their encased colleague. It made Adelle wet just thinking about those pussies being impaled on the glistening steel rods. Her entire body was awash with masochistic arousal as she imagined herself to be one of the selected women.

She slipped a hand down the front of her shiny plastic briefs when she knew the cameras weren't on her and slipped a finger along the hot cleft of her pussy. It became slippery with juice immediately and she began to describe circles about her clitoris as she watched the women penetrated by the dildos and tied in position onto the frames. She ogled with glee, as the twin prongs were all rammed home, eleven pussies stretched and suckling on the cold steel. Her finger rubbed harder and faster as she witnessed the leather straps being tightened and she finally came, holding onto an ornate pillar beside her for support as her legs went weak. Her hand was glistening as she removed it from her dress; the fingertip pruned as if she'd recently stepped from a bath. She could feel the pussy juice trapped inside the gusset of her plastic knickers and she felt a shiver of excitement run through her at the memory of being taken by Krell's fantastic metal cock. That in itself was a rush! But to contemplate the same man packaging her on one of those diabolical transport frames set her throbbing crotch aflame. 

Across the city, men watched in amazement as Krell manipulated the government into the holding machines with the help of some shock troopers. Some even sat closer to the screen and pulled themselves off as they saw the council members being rammed onto their dildos. Most could hardy believe the scenes before them, and many took it as a cue to join in. 

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Judd Vincent, ironing his owner's dresses in front of the screen, shook his head in astonishment. He placed the iron to one side as he watched the drama unfold. From outside he could hear sirens ringing throughout the city as men ran amok. He looked out of the window in time to see a slave take his owner from behind and tear her skirt down. Judd was shocked to see the man groping and nuzzling her breasts, as she lay trapped beneath him. Surely enough, out came his dick and before Judd's very eyes, he witnessed the slave taking his owner. That was a capital offence punishable by execution in every state. His cock immediately stiffened at the thought of his own mistress and, trying to contain his excitement, he walked to the bathroom and joined her in the shower. It was quite remarkable the look of surprise on her face as he slipped his pounding manhood into her deliciously wet lathered entrance from behind.

Well, he thought, she had dropped the soap.

Over dinner in the apartment next door, a young woman was watching the breaking news, totally aghast at the proceedings. Her slave sitting opposite her was eyeing her in a way that made her feel decidedly uneasy. She could see the change of expression on his face as he made his decision, and she watched petrified in her chair, as he rose and took her quivering hand in his. He made her rise and she stood nervously upright as he tenderly took her by the shoulders and revolved her so that her buttocks were pressing against the edge of the table. Silently and almost reverentially he undid her blouse to expose her breasts and slipped her short skirt down her thighs. Without saying a word, he removed his throbbing cock and after lifting her onto the table, her bared buttocks landing wetly on her plate of half eaten bolognaise, he guided his penis between her thighs and gently slipped it inside her. There was something about the way he behaved that made her not want to question his actions, as if the scene was inevitable, and from now on that would be how it was. He pumped into her and in response, she wrapped her legs about his back. Maybe, she thought, it wouldn't be too bad having men back in power after all. The government was screwing her for taxes bad enough, so it was almost poetic justice to see them screwed into place on the news!

Frenzy gripped the city as masculinity began to re-stake its hold on the biologically unsound order of matriarchal dominance. The logical and socially accurate laws of nature had dictated survival of the fittest and most adaptive for over 90 million years! It was no surprise that the physically superior men would redress the balance after a slack generation or two of laxity!

The interior of the conference hall was becoming decidedly noisy with the wailing from the eleven impaled and trussed women. Krell removed a communicator from his belt and shushed the women. "It's now time to make some new laws. He paused and produced a remote control, from a pocket. Holding it out in the other hand, he winked in Tyler's direction and pressed the button.

The faint whine of motors sounded off to the left, and a gasp went up from the audience as a naked, wheeled atrocity trundled into view from the resplendent double doors.

Krell watched as the folded female manoeuvred about, and finally came to a stop in front of him. Tyler for his part almost spontaneously ejaculated. Carrie had been placed back into wheeled fuck-toy mode by the shock troopers, albeit much more stringently folded and stiffened. The severity of her cinching and a few other modifications to the device had taken the entire bend out of her knees, and produced a format that left her crotch holes almost vertically aligned. Her hair was winched down so tight that her head was resting on the spreader bar axle, a position only made possible if her butt was rearing vertically upward. Shaped steel banding had replaced the original leather restraints, and the new bands had been ratcheted to a point that cinched and compacted her into a stiffened, folded, unmoving edifice of torment. The compression of her confinment was such that the taut swell of her bottom looked like the head of a mushroom perched on a slender stalk that was the rest of her. Shock troopers had no compassion. He could see that she was crying. No doubt she'd figured that her recent freedom was something she had earned. Wearing the uniform of a Captain again had certainly enhanced that belief. Foolish girl thought Tyler. Any freedom for his new slave was a fleeting privilege. He liked her bound tight and contorted into as many sexually arousing positions as were humanly possible, and this was one format that really turned his crank.

Krell's voice snapped him out of his reverie.

"Behold the returning hero. Meet the new Captain Carrie Simmons, who will now provide me with a most delightfully tormented podium for the rest of the proceedings." The audience was buzzing with hushed gasps of dismay, and some women were turning away from the spectacle as they experienced sympathetic embarrassment for the crushing humiliation being heaped upon the tightly cinched Captain. Krell held his hand up for silence and looked down to the prepared speech clipped to the podium surface. With a frown he noticed that Carrie was moving fractionally and making reading difficult. A second button on the remote solved the problem. The wheeled female jerked, emitted a single "Mmmmph!", and stiffened into an edifice of stone-like quality as a massive continuous charge from the nuclear fuel cell surged through her contorted form.

Unlike the earlier obedience-charging which was predominantly from butt- hole to pussy, the arrangement of steel collar, connected to steel knee cuffs, and a negative electrode incorporated into each wheeled boot, ensured that the current surged through her from end to end.

Krell grunted with approval and cast his eyes down to the speech, pausing only slightly to savour the view of a massively stretched asshole that was playing host to a five-inch diameter locator shaft. The shaft supported his podium, and was buried ten-inches into the core of the wheeled fuck-toy Captain Carrie Simmons. Her other orifice stretcher, a huge pussy plug, was hidden by the podium's top surface. Alas, a slight design flaw that he could easily rectify by using a glass top. It would be pleasurable to be able to see the electrically induced clenching of a tautly stretched pussy, suckling on that diabolical probe. Krell cleared his throat.

"The country, indeed the planet, needs a bit of a change. Since I've been away it's become decidedly dull around here." He keyed in the number of the ECC's central computer and held the communicator to the nearest senate member as she squirmed, upside down on her prongs. "Clearance code please."

"What!" The upside down minister of transport squawked. "You're insane! I'm not giving you access to the central computer."

"Damn! I hate it when that happens." Krell paused and stroked his moustache in deep contemplation. He turned to her once more and spoke again. "Are you sure you don't want to?"

The woman writhed and spat in fury. Krell shrugged and bit his lip. "Well in that case..." He depressed a button at the top of the frame and simultaneously, the four women jolted and wobbled as the dildos, deeply embedded inside them began to emit low wattage shocks. The four pussy holes gulped and contracted about the shafts, Krell took his finger off the stud and the women ceased their squirming.

"You're going to tell me now surely?" He asked, stooping down in anticipation of a positive reply. The women swore and struggled. Krell stood up and shrugged apologetically to the women in the audience. "I'm sorry about the delay. Bit of a technical hitch, I should have it sorted soon." He smiled to the cameras and leant on the button once more. The women began to twitch again as the dildos buzzed angrily inside them, revolving and prodding. They gasped and sobbed as they were tormented from the inside. Krell whistled and absently looked around the room admiring the ornate decoration on the ceiling as he leaned on the buttocks of the taut wheeled sex-toy. He briefly glanced at his watch and shifted his weight from one armour-clad foot to the next. The women were squirming in pain; their pussy juice trickling down their stomachs as the dildos pumped and shocked them. Krell scratched behind his ear seemingly bored with the proceedings. The women about the hall were wincing in sympathy with their tortured colleagues, horribly fascinated and unable to tear their eyes away from the contorting shapes as they writhed and jiggled like grotesque Christmas tree ornaments. Finally, after what seemed like an age, Krell removed his finger from the button and squatted down again to talk to the woman.

"I'll talk!" She panted breathlessly. "No more! I can't take it any more!"

"Now we're cooking! Or rather you are." Krell laughed at his own joke. The woman gave her authorisation into the communicator and opened the way for Krell to address the central computer's law banks. "Time for a new constitution. Law number one: All males are to be freed from slavery effective as of now. They now all technically own their former mistresses. Law number two: All property and assets of aforementioned bitches, to be transferred to the male." The women in the audience raised their voices in outcry but Krell raised his rifle in reply and they were silenced. "Like the show so far?" The council members mounted to the carry frames cursed him and he turned and flicked the switch to constant. The dildos pumped, prodded and zapped the tightly bound female pendants into motion yet again.

They wailed as they saw their antagonist move away from the frame and realised that Krell was leaving them turned on like a set of animated light bulbs! They weren't the only things being turned on. Krell was deriving immense pleasure from just switching them on as easily as one would flip a light switch. The cries for mercy rose to a high pitched pleading as Krell's dildo suspension system revealed yet another diabolical feature. The expanded ass suspension dildo began to jerk up and down, whilst the pussy invader remained fixed and began to spin. The result was an amazing spectacle as eleven puckering sphincters absorbed the full inertial weight of a tightly cinched woman owner being ruthlessly bounced on her own enormously stretched ass ring. The expanded internal ball guaranteed that they couldn't slide off. At least not without their ass-holes stretching to around nine-inches diameter to allow passage.

And then there was the back-up!

The dildos currently screwing around in their pussies were even larger after expansion.

Zapped, screwed, pogo-ed, and totally humiliated, the deposed women strained and writhed in an abortive effort to escape. The noise was too much for Krell who preferred the sound of muted disapproval.

From the centre of the frames, four thick shining steel spokes slowly projected towards into their mouths. The intent was clear and they tried to resist. But the stringency of their bondage prevented them moving away from the approaching shafts. For a few brief seconds they resisted the advancing shafts, but risking broken teeth, caused them all to surrender to the inevitable and allow the shafts to enter past stretched lips. The sheer girth of the monsters required their jaws to be opened to an achingly wide gape. Ponderously the probes slid inwards, gagging them. The second that the steel ends registered contact with the back of the throat they ceased extending and a large rubber sphere inflated to fill their mouths to bursting. The bound women's cheeks bulged and eyes widened with shock as they found themselves ruthlessly silenced.

Eleven super-humiliated orifice stuffed and well fucked women, horrendously contorted, tightly bound, mounted on three devices capable of holding a total of twelve, each stand with the facility to transport four captives. Krell eyed the remaining spare hanging space on the last stand with a wry smile. Turning he fixed Adelle with a meaningful look and beckoned to her. Adelle almost collapsed with emotion, as her immediate future became clear. Her mind was in turmoil as the shocktroops moved towards her. She was torn between fear and the exquisitely pleasurable sensations of knowing what Krell was going to do with her. She couldn't take her gaze off the installed women, and seemed in a daze of indecision as she was stripped and manhandled towards the remaining space. Her fear was overwhelmed by the massively pleasurable images of her own body folded and cinched into an impossibly tight bundle of female curves. The huge risk that such an image would inspire Krell to keep her like that waned into insignificance. Already her crotch was a cauldron of superheated sexual need.

Five minutes later, all three frames were fully loaded. Krell supervised the installation and cinching of Adelle personally. As a result she was cinched tighter than any of the other victims. Her dildos were expanded to the largest size, and her gag was inflated to a level that threatened to blow her head off. But Krell still hadn't finished. Reaching into the folds of his flowing cloak, he produced another can of the spray latex. Inexorably the straining taut form of Adelle gained another skin as she was systematically sealed into her own personal latex prison.

Krell was careful to seal her crotch area first. Already her massively advanced masochistic excitement was lubricating the entire region with her secretions. The latex skin would ensure that she marinated in her own juices for the entire duration of incarceration. In all, he used three full cans to complete her entombment. By the time he had finished, Adelle had effectively vanished. In her place was a gleaming black effigy of rippling sexy latex.

With her body sealed and packaged, there remained just one final adjustment. Krell turned the individual control for her suspension dildos to high level, and then hit the constant button at the top of the frame. 

All four occupants spasmed and strained as the current hit them, but only three continued to strain and writhe. The obscenely cinched and sealed Adelle simply emitted one muffled gasp and then stiffened into a rigid pillar of quivering sinew and muscle. Krell switched on the dildo jerking- drive, then stroked the bulging curvatures of the tightly cinched package affectionately. Rubber sheathed as she was, he had no fears of feeling the effects of the current she was enduring, and he was able to savour the feeling of her oscillating form with complete immunity. For a minute or two he watched the rubberised parcel bouncing on a tormented butt-hole. He scrutinised the rapid distortion of her rubber sealed sphincter at close range, as each jerk pulled the tight rosebud orifice into a pouting volcano of tormented muscle. Krell grimaced mockingly.

"Oooow! That looks painful," he mused to himself as he stooped and spoke at the inverted head of the tormented object.

"Have fun Adelle. Maybe next time you won't be so stupid as to let someone kidnap you and threaten security. See you later. ... Much later."

Adelle was unable to respond for a variety of reasons. Not least of which was the fact that she was experiencing violent, multiple, unsolicited orgasms. Suddenly the allure of a masochistic adventure had turned into a nightmare of endurance with no guarantee of when she would next be free! Able only to make a muted, practically unintelligible sound, and prevented from moving a muscle, she begged and pleaded for Krell to reconsider. But to all outward appearances she remained a gleaming black parcel of jerking curves, each explosive orgasm being revealed only as a swelling of the entire form, and a deepening of the savage cinches holding her captive as her body exploded with carnal energy.

The other occupants of her display stand faired slightly better. At least they could dissipate some of the orgasmic energy in the small amount of movement available to them. Adelle had no such luxury. Her gleaming black latexed form just swelled and pulsed in a continuous cycle of unstoppable torment.

"MMMrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurgh!"

The pogoing latexed effigy, swelled and pulsed, bulging obscenely past the tight cinches as Adelle exploded into another orgasmic eruption that rattled the stand and the other three helpless occupants with its contained ferocity. Krell watched intently as smooth latex rippled and strained as if about to burst, but was pleased to see that his device was up to the task of keeping Adelle safely contained. Memories of her gripping smooth pussy and nubile curvaceous form flooded his mind as he studied the throbbing tightly contained bundle of womanhood. The stand held firm as Adelle's frenzied attempts to escape escalated to nothing short of demoniacally possessed. Shuddering, straining, bulging, flexing, mewing and constantly jerking up and down on her rectal mount, she could do nothing as Krell savoured her plight through a hand placed on her convulsing tightly folded buttocks. He was satisfied that the bound parcel of erupting womanhood was cinched and tensioned as tight as was humanly possible, and then he wound her personal controls to the overdrive settings.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHH!" The pulsing rubberised woman was instantly energised to new heights of inescapable torment. Krell's eyes glinted as he muttered under his breath.

"Say hello to your permanent lifestyle Adelle. From now on you only come off there when I want to fuck you." His mind strayed to the single point storage rack already awaiting her bound form. It was designed to fully service and maintain the occupant indefinitely, and he felt sure that Adelle was goign to make a fine ornamental addition to his private apartment back on Planet Sex. Of course, now that he had Earth in his grasp, trips back to the colony were liable to become few and far between. Still it was nice to know that Adelle would always be there waiting. Krell motioned to the waiting shocktroopers and watched as the stand was carried away.

Outside, the rattle of machine gun fire and the whump of explosives shocked the city. Men in private residences all over the country turned to their owners and saw the fear in their eyes. Years of torture and torment were remembered and the phrase "payback" sprang to a million minds at once! The shocktroops around the hall had inflicted heavy losses on the elite female guard, and the women, under a heavy crossfire had retreated. Seeing the city around them falling into chaos, their radios jammed and unable to contact HQ, they fled the city in their armoured ships, merely delaying their ultimate capture and submission by a few days. Free women were running scared as men caught them up in their arms and hauled them off screaming into the night. Anarchy reigned.

Krell spoke clearly and loudly to the central computer, describing the new laws to become statute. Remodelling the society's values to fit his own highly controversial themes. The central computer, which was now reprogrammed to recognise only Krell's voice, shut down the security forces and freed male prisoners across the city, as it tapped into the computer intra-networks that spanned the world. Across the city, and indeed the globe, the repercussions where sending monumental shock waves. The broadcasting of the entire scene had rammed home women's lack of physical strength and many found themselves taken by force and used. 

The captured women in the conference hall wept openly as they saw their fate before them. Krell's guards brought in dozens of empty carrying frames and began to strip them. Systematically, the entire congregation were all reduced to frame mounted batches of silenced, squirming femininity. Their privileged lives had taken a dramatic turn for the worse. Krell beamed as he watched the line of filled frames growing longer by the minute. As their turn drew nearer, many women panicked and began frenzied attempts to escape. It was a pointless waste of energy. They were swiftly dealt with and minutes later were converted into bulging, cinched packages of silenced helplessness, jerking up and down like crazed puppets. The steadily rising crescendo of muted despair was music to his ears.

Krell turned and leaned heavily on the podium, ignoring the fact that his weight was driving the locator shaft even deeper into the electrically stiffened Carrie and without any hint of irony, bellowed laughter at the cameras and roared: "The Earth is mine!"

FIN
