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[Erenisch] Novella.

The Harvest - 5​



Lizzy Beth was in pain, but her thoughts didn’t dwell on Xavier Taureau’s surprisingly big cock mercilessly fucking her in the ass. She was distraught mainly because Toby didn’t do anything to save her and her sister Dottie Belle from these two bullies. She had the biggest crush on Toby for as long as she remembered, and she hoped that he had some feelings for her too. He always treated her kinder than the rest of the boys, after all. Apparently, that was just how he was. She meant nothing to her.

After a few minutes, the boys decided to change things a bit. Xavier grabbed a fistful of her long hair and pulled her up, and placed her in his lap without even pulling out of her butthole. He tightened his grip and pulled her head back, then wrapped his free arm around her big tits and pushed her down onto his cock. Lizzie’s face contorted with even bigger pain. She could feel more of his cock inside her now. He must have deeper reach in this position.

“Why don’t you scream, little heifer?” whispered Xavier into her ear. She flinched when his warm foul breath hit the side of her face. Was she not screaming? No she wasn’t. Only quiet sobs.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “You want me to?”

“Yes,” the boy replied. “My cock is in heaven in your little hole. It is the tightest fit I have ever had… I can almost feel your internal organs squishing and exploding with my every thrust. Yet you refuse to cry in pain. It is kinda frustrating, you see. You are ruining this assrape for me, little slut.”

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized again. “We’ve been taught to take it as quietly as possible in public. It’s not ladylike to moan like a whore.” She immediately remembered how she screamed bloody murder when the strange guy assraped her for the first time a couple days ago.

“Ladylike?” repeated Xavier and laughed out loud. “I have bad news for you Lizzy. You are not a lady. You are just a five-buck-face-fuck-whore.” He pulled her further down, impaled her fully on his cock and kept her there. “You know what I think? I think this isn’t the first time you had a dick in this hole. I think you have a secret boyfriend who regularly fucks you in the ass.”

“No!” protested Lizzy. “I’m not… I don’t…”

“Please!” interrupted Dot. She was even more exhausted than her half-sister. “Papa said 20 minutes. Our time is almost up… Please let us go, boys, would you?”

“Not finished with you yet, whores,” said Rudy. “Not even close.”

“I don’t know,” said Xavier, maybe we should let them go. I don’t want any trouble with Oveja. If he hears that we fucked his princesses, my father will hear it next. And he’ll put a foot up my ass.”

“Don’t worry,” dismissed Rudy. “These whores wouldn’t dare tell on us. They know that their punishment would be a thousand times worse than the slap on the wrist we might get. Isn’t that right, Dottie?”

“Yes,” moaned the girl as she kept bouncing on the boy’s cock like a sex toy. “We won’t tell, promise. Daddy won’t suspect anything if you let us go now. It’s not too late.”

“Oh no. You’re not going anywhere until I fill your bowels with my spunk, little buttwhore.” He grabbed her hair and pulled the girl up, then turned her around and bent her over the dumpster. Before she could react, he penetrated her again and started to fuck her with an insane pace. Dot immediately started to scream in pain as his big fat member started to destroy her insides.

“Ah! this one isn’t that ladylike, is she, Lizzy Beth? You girls grew up in different barns, I suppose?”

“Different barns, same rules,” said Xavier and stood up with Lizzie still on his cock. “She will moan like a whore, just like I want her to, or she isn’t going anywhere.” He threw Lizzie onto the dumpster, next to her sister. He pressed her face down and entered her once again. Then he started to pound her butt as fast as he can. It was too much for the brunette to handle. She was moaning and crying as loudly as her sis a second later.


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“Please,” begged Dottie again, between pained screams. “Papa will… If we are late, he’ll be suspicious. He might inspect our holes.”

“He won’t” interrupted Rudy. “We’ll lock you in your chastity belts and send you back. You’ll make up a stupid story about losing track of time. You’ll be punished of course. That’s a given.” He slowed down in order to let the girl breathe a little and answer his question. “What’s the punishment for lateness at the Oveja ranch?”

“A hard spank for every five seconds,” Dottie whimpered.

“See? It’s like a reward compared to the alternative. If he finds out you willingly offered your buttholes to boys, he’d flay your backs with a bullwhip.”

The girls knew well that he wasn’t too off the mark. Their father wouldn’t actually use a bullwhip or damage their skin in any other way so close to the auction, of course. But they would suffer. Neither wanted to lick the bathrooms clean, or “milk” the pigs.

In the end, not milking the pigs wasn’t an option. Rudy and Xavier eventually started to throb and shake after a long assrape. “On your knees, buttwhore,” commanded Rudy and threw Dottie down. Before her knees hit the floor, Xavier grabbed Lizzie by the hair and pulled her back. The brunnette quickly turned around and knelt down with her mouth wide open. The boys shoved their cocks in the girls’ mouths almost simultaneously and started to unload their thick salty jizz down their warm gullets. The sisters dutifully sucked and swallowed as they are conditioned to do.

That last few seconds when the girls were able to perform made all the difference. They somehow managed to transform an ordinary assrape into throat magic as the boys ejaculated. For the following long blissful moment, their chatterbox rapists were rendered speechless.

“Yes!” Rudy exclaimed. “Fifty points to the Ovejas! I wish we could produce cockwhores of this quality. I got a double bj from Amelia and Ava once. They sucked and licked me for ten minutes, and that was still nothing compared to a few seconds in Dottie’s mouth.”

“Thank you,” Dottie managed to say in a tired voice as she swallowed the remaining jizz in her mouth. She had a big headache. “Please, the chastity belts?

As the boys dragged the girls on their hands and knees to where the belts lay and locked their precious fuckholes in the weather metal contraptions, Lizzie Beth’s teary eyes looked for Toby. He was not there. Francine was also gone.

The girls were anxious to go and find their father before the spanking tally got too high, but Rudy and Xavier cruelly sat them on their laps to aimlessly play with their tits for another minute. “That was fifty more spanks,” snickered Rudy. Eventually he pushed Dottie onto her feet and slapped her round bottom hard. “That’s a quick preview. Go on, find your father. Make up a good story.”


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The girls thanked their rapists and ran down the road. Their well-fucked bums hurt at every step, but they were determined to hide their pain as well as they could. They could see the truck in front of the pharmacy, but their father wasn’t there. “We are only 6 minutes late, I think,” said Dottie. “That’ll be a proper beating, surely. I’ll say it was my fault. It kinda is, anyway. I made you go there.”

They were almost there. Juan Oveja stepped out of the truck with a red face and the deepest frown they had ever seen. “No,” said Lizzie, at the verge of panic. “I’ll take the punishment. It’s my fault. It all because Toby was…”

“There you are!” Toby appeared from nowhere and jumped between the girls and their father. He took out fifteen bucks from his pocket and handed to Juan. “This is for you, Mr Oveja. Your daughters earned it.” Juan took the money and looked at the young boy again. “As you know,” he further explained. “We had to sell our customer service slaves at the boutique. When couple of troublesome customers demanded cocksuckers, Dottie and Lizzie helped me deal with them. I know you are charging 5 bucks per blowjob. The extra five is for the delay I caused.”

“Very well,” replied the man after a few seconds of tense silence and put the money in his back pocket. His frown was gone. “Give my regards to your mother, Hendricks.”

“Yes sir,” the boy replied and smiled to Lizzie before he turned around and walked away. “See you around, girls.”
 
As I have provided with the first new chapter of "the operation", so I provide for "the harvest": an epub including the previous chapters (here Ch.1-5).
This time I even whipped up a cover for the ebook, using art from Erenisch's twitter (I made it with "LibreOffice draw").

And here's a post with a list of Erenisch's stories, more or less in order

Edit: I have slightly modified the cover

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The Operation -27​


“Do you know who I am?”

“Yes, ma’am,” moaned the girl as the fat cock in her pussy popped out and was replaced with an even bigger one. “You are Ms McKluge, the analist.”

“Analyst,” corrected Minerva without skipping a beat. “Agent-Slave Rapemeat, I apologize for this highly unusual manner we are doing this.” She scanned the long line of employees waiting to fuck the restrained girl and waved her hand in frustration. Lake’s naked body was stuck in a tight hole in the glass wall, practically isolating her upper body in the small sound-proof room with Minerva, and leaving her lower half outside for easy use for the male personnel of the Section Eight.

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“For some reason, Director Thikett decided to offer the use of your… primary and secondary orifices to the entire department. I rarely come down here, so I’m not sure if this is a common procedure.”

“No, ma’am. This room with the holes must be new,” Lake replied. The women couldn’t hear the crowd behind the glass wall, but Rapemeat’s undulating moans carried inside the brutal impacts her bottom received.

Minerva swallowed nervously. She had been carrying the guilt of creating the Valkyrie Project for a long time. She often woke up in the middle of the night in sweat and tears imagining the horrors the 34 girls she picked for the program suffered during their training. Of course, the novel idea gave a major boost to her “freedom number” when she conjured it up, and made her feel proud for a short while. The guilt kicked in soon after, when she started to receive the training reports with surprisingly detailed descriptions, pictures, and videos. It was horrific. She felt like a monster. Blaming it in the algorithm didn’t help at all.

“I’d like to start with an apology,” she said with a barely audible voice. “I… I never... come down here to meet you before. I mean… face to face. I should have done that… I…”

“No need to apologize,” Lake replied. “If you had, you wouldn’t be able to do what needed to be done.” Question marks appeared in Minerva’s eyes. “For the glory of Androcracy,” Lake continued, “we all have to sacrifice something. Some of us offer our flesh, some sanity. Often, a bit of both. It’s our sweat, tears and blood that oils this exceptional machine.”

Minerva looked into the girl’s eyes in search of sarcasm or deception. She couldn’t find any. Was Agent Lake Rapemeat a true believer? Maybe she spoke like that because she thought Minerva was one, as the brain behind such a project. Or perhaps, it was simply a well-internalized self-protection mechanism. After all, she was trained to deceive, infiltrate, blend-in… She was good enough to make the fluffers believe she was one of them. She could easily do the same with Section Eighters.

“Yes, of course,” Minerva replied after a few seconds, letting the girl catch her breath after a particularly rough pounding she received. The man finished and left. Another employee took his place and immediately penetrated the defenseless girl in the ass.

“You… um... were you able to catch-up with your sister? Spent enough time alone?”

“Alone? No,” replied Lake. “We were allowed to have sex, only the two of us. But of course, there were spectators. We have to perform... for men… always.” She looked directly into Minerva’s eyes. “Don’t we, Ms McKluge?”

“Yes,” she replied quickly, not sure what Lake tried to signal with that brief soul-piercing gaze. “You don’t mind having to have... sex with your twin sister?”

“Why would I? I enjoy it very much. I get to spend time with my beloved sister. It’s as intimate as it gets.” A tiny smile appeared at the corner of her lips briefly. “To be honest, we had been doing some stuff together even before our recruitment. We started to do it to entertain our boyfriends back in high school. It gets the boys rock hard. We, at some point, discovered that we were slapped less if we made out a bit in the beginning.”

Another violent pounding on the other side of the wall forced her to pause for a while. “If you think about it, it’s the best sex ever,” she continued. “You are doing it with a copy of yourself. Almost the same body, same likes, same weak points, same experiences… It’s basically playing with yourself. You could even call it masturbation, eh?” She could have smiled as she joked, but she frowned in pain instead when another fat cock was shoved in her butt at that exact moment. “We used to giggle whenever somebody said ‘go fuck yourself!’ Of course, we never actually went that far before our E-day.”

Minerva kept taking notes on the paper in front of her. She wasn’t writing anything important or meaningful. She just wanted an excuse to avert her eyes whenever Lake stepped out of her well-delineated area of propriety. The girl was probably doing it in on purpose. Constantly testing her reactions, altering her behavior accordingly, for whatever goal she had in her mind. More impressively, she did that while being brutally raped by a seemingly endless line of men. Her training was perfect. She had steely nerves. She looked soft and bendy on the outside, but under that pink bruised flesh lied a machine. She had to be, to infiltrate and survive the FLF.

“Yes,” she mumbled. “You are probably wondering why I’m down here, talking to you.”

“You are going to send me back to the Fritz, “ Lake replied between two rapists. “We should hurry. The shorter my absence, the better. I trust you have a good plan?”

“Yes,” said Minerva, somewhat surprised by Rapemeat’s enthusiastic reaction. “As you know, the male FLF member who accompanied you was executed by the undercover SEFR agents stationed at the FTZ Port. His body was destroyed and FLF doesn’t know what happened to your group. Our intelligence says they have a few competing theories. We will give them another, a better solution.”

“The Ottohuns betrayed us at the last moment?”

“Almost. You’ll not say that, but give that impression. Let them reach that conclusion themselves. This is what happened as far as you know: Your party was attacked. You were shot with a tranq-dart and lost consciousness. You don’t know what happened, where the Ottohuns and rest of your group were. Understood?” Lake nodded.

Minerva continued. “We have a plan to plant you back in the FLF. We will leave your unconscious body on the regular path of a small slaver gang. They will undoubtedly pick you up and add you to their stock. When you come around, you’ll pretend to be a confused newcomer. A sexually inexperienced farm girl from Stivalonia, illegally kidnapped and deflowered on the way to the island. The kidnappers gangbanged you roughly when they were camping on their way to the market, thought you were dead, and left your body behind. You somehow survived and…”

“No need to build such a complicated backstory for the slaver gang,” interrupted Lake. “They won’t care as long as I beg and cry as they fuck my throat. They are not the problem.”

“Yes,” Minerva said, realizing that she was talking to an undercover agent who spent more than seven months infiltrating the FLF. “Once you’re captured, we’ll make sure the fluffers receive an anonymous tip about your whereabouts. We will give them a few nudges to attack the gang and rescue you. Of course, it could take them a while to make their minds up and prepare for an assault, so you'll be abused by the gang violently for that duration. I’m afraid that’s the best way for you to go back in the Nest without raising suspicion. I hope you can endure a few more days of…”

“No problem,” moaned the girl, while taking another merciless pounding from a huge guy. “But please make sure to avoid the Gore-illas or the Hobson’s Crew. They often throw drunken snuff fests. Many men use the verb ‘impale’ when they talk about fucking, but those two gangs use it in the literal sense. I’d hate to endanger the mission… you know… by getting raped to death prematurely.”

“Of c-course,” Minerva stuttered and wrote those names below her meaningless scribblings. “No Gore-illas or Hobson’s Crew.”

As she finished by drawing a big circle around the gangs to watch out for, the door behind her opened with a loud screech. Viltis stood at the door for a moment, nodded to Minerva, looked at the line of men cheerfully utilizing Lake, then entered. Even though he walked with the same robotic rhythm, Minerva felt like he had a cheerful skip in his step this time.

“I thrust Ms McKluge filled you in about the plan, Agent Rapemeat.”

“Yes Master Agent Viltis, Sir,” the girl replied with utmost respect, with eyes lowered. It is such an honor and pleasure to be in your presence again, Master.”

Her words prompted Viltis to take a few more steps and stroke her hair. He briefly turned his head to look at the line of men. “Director Thikett undoubtedly ordered this treatment mainly because he's a cruel idiot, Agent Rapemeat, but I’m glad he did.”

“How so, Master?” Lake asked, cleverly not acknowledging his words about the director of clandestine operations.

“Minerva’s plan requires you to be raped within an inch of your life before the gang finds you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Master,” the girl replied. Her voice carried a tinge of dread this time.

“Well, these men will damage your fuckholes to a degree. Of course, we will have to destroy them properly before we leave you. We’ll beat you unconscious too. Everything must look perfect.”

“Of course, Master,” Lake replied, now visibly shivering. “You know what’s best for this worthless cunt.”

“Very well. Ms McKluge and I will leave you alone now. You'll perform your duty properly. I’ll leave the door open so the men can fuck your mouth too.”

“Thank you, Master,” the girl replied.

“Good girl,” said Viltis and patted her on the head. “Minerva, walk with me.”

Yes Sir, Agent Viltis, Sir.” Minerva jumped to her feet, grabbed the papers spread on the table and clumsily followed Viltis out of the room.

Once they left, a few of the men loitering around the door rushed into the room to be the first in Rapemeat’s warm mouth. As they turned the corner, Minerva saw a line forming in front of the poor girl’s head.

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“She’ll be fine,” said Viltis. “She’d been through much worse.” Minerva nodded. She had read all the operative training reports, of course.

“I have good news, Minerva,” Viltis said, and pulled her into an empty conference room. “You were right. They went after someone on your list of possible targets.”

“They did? Who?”

“The biggest fish. Chief Nagel. They approached him as a horny couple at the park.”

“The Chief? Very bold. I didn’t expect them to act so swiftly and… carelessly. Almost disappointing. Of course, they didn’t know we had an insider who described them in detail. Are they in custody? What about Agent Cumgulper?”

“Not yet. I actually don't have much information. The Chief informed us only a few minutes ago. Apparently the fat fuck wanted to capture them on his own. He invited them to his house and drugged them. Can you believe it? Why would he take such a risk?” He shook his head in apparent disgust.

“Men,” said Minerva as respectfully as she could, “especially powerful men like the Chief, tend to begin feeling omnipotent after a while. He has the power to destroy the lives of thousands with one word. Hence, he thinks he is godlike. He doesn’t think he needs help.”

“Yes, he is a megalomaniac,” smiled Viltis. His approval invigorated Minerva. She often found herself speaking without pretense when she was alone with him. Telling the truth was dangerous, and went against her own rules, but it felt… good. She had been a risk-averse person all her life, but Viltis nurtured her unpredictable side she never knew existed. “I’ll say it for you, Ms McKluge, so you won’t have to,” continued the man. “The Chief is a fucking narcissistic imbecile and what he did was utterly moronic.”

Minerva looked at his eyes and bit her lower lip. She took a deep breath and froze, hesitating to say what she wanted to say. She exhaled, inhaled again. Opened her mouth and froze once more. Viltis, seemingly oblivious to her struggle, continued: “I sent Anders with a squad to pick them up. They will be there in 20-25 minutes. We’ll be interrogating them in an hour. I want you to be by my sid-“

“Would you please fuck me, Agent Viltis? Here and now, if you would.”

Viltis turned his entire body towards the young woman, with a slightly surprised expression. Minerva knew from past experience that it was one of the greatest compliments he could give to a woman: Facing her directly, as if she was a human being. That simple move made her vagina tingle even harder.

He smiled. “No.”

A rejection? Minerva bowed her head in shame and humiliation. Was she not desirable enough for him? She wasn’t a naive bimbo and knew well that she was a fuckworthy woman. Her algorithm’s assessment program ran frequent Registry-wide evaluations and consistently put her in the top 0.02 percent of all rape-age Pussianan females, even when she tried to lower her attractiveness through various methods.

Perhaps she didn’t beg well enough? She thought a direct approach would be more to his liking, but apparently her assumption was invalid.

“I told you, Ms McKluge. I don’t dip my pen in the company ink, unless the mission requires it. I’ll not fuck you... here and now.” He paused and approached to the woman shivering at the brink of tears. “But I’ll take you home tonight, for dinner. I’ll introduce you to my wife and my pets. After dinner, if you are still inclined to serve, I’ll take you down to my raperoom and keep you there until morning. What do you say?”

“Yes Sir, Agent Viltis Sir,” Minerva replied, smiling like a stupid virgin with tears flowing down her cheeks.

Viltis reached for her chin and caressed it gently. “Wonderful. It’s a date, then. Now let’s wait for Anders to come back with our esteemed foreign guests. We’ll work up an appetite with a long interrogation.”
 

The Operation - 26​


“Welcome to my humble abode, Wolfsons,” greeted Nagel with an unsettling grin and scanned Katalin’s scantily clad body in an unsubtle way. She felt nauseous the moment he saw his flushed, oily face. He was a monster in every sense of the word, and tonight he was going to fuck her in a demeaning and painful way. Perhaps more than once. There was no way around it.

“Please,” the man continued, “make yourselves comfortable.”

“Thank you,” replied Tamer with a skewed smile that almost mirrored Nagel’s. His expression amused Katalin for a moment. It was always fascinating to see the commander act like someone else. He was a very good actor. Quick on his feet. Subtle. “You have a very nice house. Probably the biggest I have seen in Bitcham. Won the lottery, did you?”

“Only the genetic one,” laughed the man and slapped his big belly. “No, I’m kind of a big deal at the capital. Comes with a generous salary.”

“Ah!” exclaimed Tamer. “Cushy state job? I wish I had one of those.” He sat down on the ugly couch at the center of the seating area. Katalin shyly perched next to her husband and leaned onto him. She was playing the role of the submissive wife, of course, but she really liked the feeling once she put her head on his shoulder. He made her feel safe and calmed her screaming nerves.

“What do you do for a living, Alex?” asked Nagel. Tamer instantly realized the change of intensity in the other’s gaze. This wasn’t just smalltalk. It was a real question. “You got your feet in Bitcham, so you must be doing well yourself.”

“Girlfeed,” Tamer said without hesitation. “Specifically, cowgirl-feed. We develop nutritional grass for the farms up north.”

“Fascinating!” Nagel replied. Was it sarcasm?

“No, it’s the most boring job in the world.” Tamer chuckled. “But you’re right, it got me a house in Bitcham.”

Nagel was a larger-than-life type of guy. Big flamboyant expressions randomly appeared and disappeared on his big face. “As big as a TV screen,” thought Katalin to herself. Still, he was a hard man to read, not unlike Tamer. Katalin never actually had seen a hyena, but she somehow decided that Nagel looked like one. He suddenly turned to her and caught her absentminded gaze. She quickly forced a smile. What did he see on her face, she wondered. The thought made her nervous.

Suddenly three tall beautiful females appeared from the door at the far side of the hall. Katalin tried to remember the floor plan of the house they studied earlier. They could be coming either from the kitchen or this mysterious slave storage-slash-raperoom. She saw the trays with drinks the two younger ones carried and concluded that it was the kitchen.

“Ah!” exclaimed Nagel. “Here they are. Wolfsons, please meet my current family. This is Diedre, and her dear daughters Clara and Isla. Of course, you met Clara at the park already. She gives good head, doesn’t she? All of them do, actually.”

The trio stood next to Nagel and curtsied in the order they were introduced. Their smiles looked genuine enough, but one could easily see the sorrow between their eyes. They all carried slavebands, Katalin noticed. Looked like standard BFA bands, but with unusual ornamentation around the button in the front.

“I wonder if I misheard you, Dick,” Tamer asked. “Did you say ‘current’ family?”

“Ah-hah! Yes, yes I did,” the other laughed out loud. Because of his sudden burst, and possibly the memories it brought up, a powerful jolt of sadness hit all three women’s beautiful visages. Katalin noticed that the mother was brought to the brink of tears.

“They are not my real family, of course. Never married. These three used to be the family of one of my former political rivals. Long story short, I won.”

He turned to the middle-aged woman to make sure his words made the intended impact. “There is a third daughter, but I don’t keep her at the house.”

Once he was finished, the daughters approached and presented the refreshments they brought to the guests. Wolfsons took the glasses without saying anything. Katalin felt the urge to thank the girl, but stopped herself at the last second. Only a half-smile escaped her lips. She quickly brought the drink to her mouth to hide the momentary mistake. She wondered if Nagel noticed it.

“That’s… rough stuff” said Tamer, skilfully acting like he was intimidated. “I certainly wouldn’t want to be your enemy, Dick.” Nagel grinned and took the drink his play-wife handed him. “But that explains the big state job, and the big scary guys following you at the park.”

“You noticed the protection, eh?”

Katalin looked at Tamer. Was it a mistake talking about the bodyguards? Tamer rarely made mistakes, if ever. Perhaps the preventative meds he took to counter the Pussianan chems were affecting her judgement? She immediately dismissed the silly thought. Of course he was right to mention that barely hidden unusual thing. Not noticing the bodyguards would raise more suspicion than noticing them.

“Anyway,” said Nagel, “I don’t know your preferences, how you guys handle these things back in wherever you’re from, but I have a proposition.”

“Go ahead,” said Tamer, as he leaned forward and ogled the two young slavegirls subtly. He was playing the role of horny neighbor all too well. It almost made Katalin chuckle.

“Generally people talk and talk and talk, and wait until the last minute for the swap. I say fuck that. I propose we exchange the women right now and start raping them immediately. I can’t wait to take this beauty you brought to my personal dungeon and start doing some nasty stuff to her gorgeous body. I’ll of course leave you these three cum-hungry harlots to play with. What do you say?”

Tamer turned to Katalin and stroke her cheek in a playful manner. “Three women in exchange for my wife? I feel like I’m short-changing you, Dick.”

“Ah-hah! not at all, my friend. So?”

“Let’s do it,” agreed Tamer.

Nagel clapped like a happy seal and leaned back. “Great.” He slapped his literal trophy-wife’s bottom and sent the family of slavewomen towards the center of the room. Tamer kissed Katalin on the cheek and did the same. She was nervous as hell, but that little peck gave her enough courage to stand up and join the three women in the middle.

“Take off your dress,” Marise,” he ordered. “Show Mr Nagel what he’s going to enjoy tonight.”

Katalin bit her lower lip, took a few steps towards the big guy, and began removing her outfit. The others were doing the same for her “husband.”

She slowly pulled the strapless blue dress down to reveal her big tits one by one. Right after the second one fell out of the tight outfit, Nagel suddenly lunged forward, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to himself. Caught unbalanced, she fell onto his lap. “You aren’t here for a stupid striptease, little slut,” the man slobbered, “You are here to be mercilessly violated, ruthlessly abused, and brutally beaten. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir, Mr Nagel,” she replied like a scared bunny. She was supposed to act like a defenseless damsel, but at that very moment, she wasn’t acting at all.

Nagel quickly took her dress off and threw it away. She reflexively turned her head and followed its trajectory. It flew a few meters and landed on a small pile of other clothes, the ones the mother-daughter trio already got out of. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw all three, completely naked, already fighting over her husband’s engorged member.

Without letting her breathe, Nagel pulled her back and grabbed her from behind. His hands cupped her full round breasts and started to squeeze them roughly. Eventually, one of her nipples ended up trapped between his fingers, being ruthlessly pinched and pulled. She bit her lips to stop a scream. Should she muffle her screams? She tried to remember what she was supposed to do during the rape. She tried to remember what Lidia told her about Nagel and his preferences. She drew a blank. Her mind was completely empty.

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She managed to remember one thing from her training. “No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy.” A week ago, a day ago, a minute ago, she was ready for her first real Pussianan rape. But now, seconds after it began, she found herself completely defenseless and powerless. She was now a mere plaything in this big strong guy’s hands. He was going to play with her lips, tits, legs, pussy, whatever he wants... then he was going to decide it was time to penetrate her. He was going to insert his big ugly dick in his hole of preference. He wasn’t going to ask, he wasn’t going to care if it hurt. She was going to be his mindless rape meat.

Tamer wouldn’t be able to help her in any way. Not without breaking his cover, ruining the plan and endangering the mission. They were in the lion’s den, and the big alpha was about to tear into her juicy fresh flesh and feast on her fuckable young body. Her only weapon against this beast was the small tranq-pin she hid in her hair. A small hair pin modified to inject enough drugs to put a man to sleep for a few hours. Of course, their plan had one little problem. She had to be able to use her hands to use it.

“Let’s restrain you properly, my sweet,” said Nagel and stood up without letting Katalin’s aching nipple go. She obediently followed him to a small cabinet where various shackles, chains and all kinds of female restraints were displayed behind a glass panel. The man opened the cabinet and grabbed a few leather straps and quickly wrapped them around the young woman’s shivering naked body. With one tightening around her torso and another around her thighs, her ability to move was restricted considerably. Thankfully, Nagel thought that those two would suffice and did not bind her wrists or ankles. He wanted to move her around during the violation. He closed the cabinet door after he grabbed a matching collar to wrap around her slender neck.

When she turned her head up and to the side to let him collar her, she saw Tamer locked in an impenetrable bacchanalian foursome. One of the daughters was holding his big rod as the other sat on it, and their mother was licking whatever her tongue can reach at the point of contact. Katalin couldn’t see the commander’s face, but she imagined him to have a cool expression even in this kind of situation. For a brief moment she forgot about her own ever-intensifying predicament and wondered which one of those women she wanted to be in the place of. The one giving him a subtle handjob, the one licking his balls, or the young thing sitting on his cock? Why, of course it was the-

“Grab it and start stroking, slut!”

Nagel’s hissing voice pulled her back into her nightmare. “Yes sir,” she replied shyly and put her right hand on his throbbing dick. The strap around her torso was wrapping her upper arms tightly, but she was still able to use her hands freely. She started to massage his member, trying to look coy and enthusiastic at the same time. That was the strange balance a Pussianan woman supposed to strike during utilization. She had to be willing to serve the man because she was fully aware of her purpose as a sextoy, but she had to refrain from appearing like a cum-hungry whore. She knew that even before Lidia gave a her a long, detailed advice.

“Nice wrist action!” commended the chief and pulled her a little closer with a painful tug on her nipple. “Now give us a kiss,” he said and opened his mouth. Katalin gathered all her strength and opened her lips to let the man’s tongue in.

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After poking around her mouth with his tongue, Nagel grabbed her tightly this time and squeezed her body like a constrictor python. She felt her bones being crushed under the full strength of the big guy. She let out a desperate groan and a little scream.

“No,” said Nagel, “I mean a real kiss. I want to see how you little sluts do it back in the Ottohun Federation.”

Katalin’s eyes widened. “Excuse me, sir?” She whimpered, still being crushed in his unrelenting arms. Her eyes desperately searched for Commander Tamer.

“Your comrade cannot help you, little spy,” chuckled Nagel and turned her body a little to let her see. Tamer was sitting in the same position, now without the three women swarming over his body. He was apparently paralyzed.

“Now, before the SEFR interrogation specialists arrive and drag you away, I’ll take you to my private dungeon and have some fun with you, little spy. It will be unbelievably painful, but I have good news for you. This certainly won’t be the worst day of your life.”
 

The Operation - 25​


“Oh,” Lidia exhaled. “I know… Sorry.”

Katalin spat the soapy liquid into the sink, looked at her reflection in the mirror for a long moment, and then took another big sip from the mouthwash.

Lidia picked up a towel and handed it to the beautiful spy. “You have to stop at some point. There isn't enough mouthwash to get rid of that bastard’s taste, believe me.” Katalin spat again and took the towel.

“I don’t know how, but it tasted like cigarettes,” she said as they walked to the living room. “So, how was your evening?”

“I watched a few episodes of The Blue,” said Lidia with a chuckle.

“Ah! What do you think?”

“It’s… so weird. The stories, they kinda resemble my memories, you know, key points and main events. But it’s just… so weird. They are loosely based on my handler’s mission reports, I guess.” She threw her hands in the air. “So weird,” she repeated.

“Yeah, it’s just porn,” chuckled Katalin. “A silly, flimsy plot to show sex scene after sex scene. It’s funny they put that sign in the beginning. ‘Based on true events?’ Yeah right! I saw the one with the giant frog man.”

“Sure, but you know, the weirdest thing is… In some episodes this Jizzguzzler girl is raped and beaten much less than I was. I understand, of course. If they dramatized the way I infiltrated the cult, it would have been a very long episode.”

“Aww!” said the brunette and stroked the ex-slavecop’s cheek affectionately. They walked into the living room and sat down at the dinner table where the men were examining the satellite images of Nagel’s residence.

“It was not a frog man,” said Lidia after a while. “The guy had a rare form of gigantism and phallomegaly. His father was a rich industrialist, and he built the entire thing to make his son happy.”

“Yes, it’s a heartwarming story of fatherly love, for sure,” said Tamer. “Now, if you would turn your attention to this image.”

The girls perked up and leaned in. He continued: “Our resourceful friends back home matched the aerial image of the house with online pictures of various public events that took place in Mr Nagel’s house. We have a good idea about how the inside looks like.” He drew an outline of two rectangular areas with his red marker. “Except for these sections. We assume this is his bedroom and closet, and this big area contains his study, library, and-or a recreational area of some ki-“

“It’s his slave storage and rape dungeon,” said Lidia.

“Yeah? Perhaps, but it’s too big a space to be jus-”

“It’s his rape dungeon,” repeated the girl. “The entire thing.”

“More than half of the the floor space?” asked Katalin with disbelief.

“Yes. What else do you think he does in his house?” replied the slavecop. “Why? How big are your sex rooms?”

“Not that big,” chuckled Katalin. “I mean, I gave a boy a handjob in our high school sports hall once.”

“Doesn’t count, but nice to know,” grinned Martin.

“Back to the issue at hand,” interrupted Tamer with his usual monotone. “If Miss Gulfer is correct, he might invite Marise to that area. I told him that I don’t have a habit of torturing my wife beyond disciplinary floggings, but he might take her in there anyway.” He looked at Katalin.

“I can take a flogging,” she said with a shrug. “I think I can.”

“You never took a flogging?” asked Lidia incredulously. Katalin pursed her lips and shrugged again.

Tamer turned to Lidia this time. “This room. Do you have any idea how it looks like?”

“No idea,” she quickly replied. “How many slaves does he own?”

“We don’t know. We cannot access his file with the Heimdaller tablet. Restricted, of course. He had three petgirls with him at the park. Would that tell you anything?”

Lidia shook her head, but then started to think aloud. “A man of his status would have a sizable harem, but not too big. Only rich people tend to show off with numbers, because they can afford the maintenance costs and slave taxes. Powerful people like Nagel don’t need to have more slaves than they can fuck. He would change them frequently, but the number would remain more or less the same. He can utilize virtually any woman in the country anyway. He has the power to do so. I’d guess he’d have enough slaves to take care of his house. Specialized slaves with clearly delineated functions. Say, six to eight, perhaps.”

Tamer seemed to like the way she theorized. The lack of absolute apathy in his emotionless face encouraged Lidia to continue.

“He would cage a couple of them in his bedroom for ease of use. A couple others would be restrained in the kitchen and the bathroom. The rest, I assume, would be stored in the rape dungeon.”

Katalin leaned back. “Witnesses. We cannot do it in there. Unless of course we-”

“We’ll do our best to minimize collateral damage,” said Tamer.

“Minimize collateral damage? I thought we were supposed to do the exact opposite,” Martin objected.

“The females,” qualified the Commander. “Burn the house down if you like, but without harming the slaves in it.”

“I don’t understand,” said Lidia. “You cannot save the girls anyway.” She explained further when she saw their blank faces. “The Chief is a firm believer of the so-called ‘Pharaoh protocol.’ He has been lobbying for the official adoption of ‘retainer sacrifice’ for years. Luckily, the rest of the assholes in charge see it as a waste of good pussy.”

“Ah!” exclaimed the commander in frustration. “If he dies, his harem will be terminated.” He pursed his lips. “This complicates things.”

“If he dies, his harem will be terminated?” repeated Katalin. “Will they kill all his slavegirls if he dies?”

“It’s a safety measure. Many ancients civilizations practiced it. If the slaves know their lives are linked to their masters,’ they won’t gut them in their sleep. We should make sure that Nagel’s death cannot be linked to-“

“Doesn’t matter,” interrupted Lidia once again. “They would be killed in any case.”

A short silence followed. “Then we’ll not kill him,” said Tamer after a quick consideration. We shouldn’t forget why we are after him. We only need his hand. His handprint, to be exact. We cannot let six to eight innocents die for that.”

“This changes things. The entire plan, actually.” Hermes leaned back with a frown. “Assassinations and explosions come easy to me. Heists, not so much.”

“Not necessarily,” said Katalin. “Instead of killing him, we put him to sleep instead. I can take care of that once I’m in his… special room… We unlock the Heimdaller device using his palm print and disappear. He wakes up with a hangover the next day. None of his slaves die.”

“But then we have to bring the Heimdaller device in, instead of taking his hand out of there.”

“You’ll handle that, Martin,” said Tamer. “That reminds me. What’ do you think about the security around his residence.”

“Surprisingly light,” Hermes replied. “You’d think a high bureaucrat of an authoritarian regime would live in a small fortress, but it’s just a big ugly house in a big ugly garden. When he left for the park, Three agents followed him. Three more remained at the residence. Not the best people they have, from what I’ve seen. They seem to go through motions rather than actually securing the place. I already had a plan to take them out in a few minutes, but now you’ll tell me I can’t do that.”

Tamer nodded.

“Well, I can pass through and bring the device, sure,” said Hermes, visibly disappointed.

The commander smiled bitterly and turned to his fake wife. “Then we should get ready for our double-date, dear.”

Tamer left for the bedroom to put on something fitting for the night-out ahead. Katalin sighed and stood up to follow, but hesitated.

“Would you like me to help you prepare?” asked Lidia, noticing the reluctance in the spy girl’s eyes. Katalin nodded gratefully. She had been dreading the next part of the plan since it materialized in the commander’s head a few hours earlier. Becoming the plaything of a sadistic BFA officer for the night didn’t sound fun at all.

She dragged her feet to the bedroom with Lidia in tow. Tamer was shaving in the adjoining bathroom. She started to undress without thinking. Right when she dropped her shirt on the bed and saw her bare chest in the mirror, she realized that nakedness no longer caused her shame. Not even a tiny bit. The worst was behind her anyway. She survived that horrible night walk through the Fritz, completely naked, tied and defenseless, getting mercilessly groped and abused all the way. Nothing could be more humiliating than that.

“You have wonderful skin,” said Lidia. “So smooth. Like porcelain. Not a single blemish, not the tiniest bruise.”

“Thank you,” replied the other, with a shy smile.

“It wasn’t a compliment,” continued Lidia. “I mean, it was a compliment. You are gorgeous, of course. What I mean is, Nagel will take one look at you and see that you never felt the bite of a flogger. And he thinks floggers are for wusses. He prefers the bullwhip.”

Tamer returned, now clean shaven, with a concerned look matching Katalin’s. “Is that a problem? I told the guy that I don’t whip my wife frequently.”

“I’d be suspicious if I saw a woman this… pristine,” said Lidia. “Nagel will definitely be suspicious. Also…” She put her hand on her chin and looked around the room for a second, found what she was looking for in the form of an extension cable tucked behind the commode. She picked it up and fashioned it into a makeshift whip.

“Would you mind? I need to see something.”

Katalin’s eyes widened. “You are not gonna do what I think you’re gonna do, right?… Right?”

“It will only hurt for a second,” Lidia said. She was lying. “Please, turn around. Open your legs, raise your arms, reach for the ceiling.”

Katalin looked at Tamer for a sign. He somehow looked both emotionless and fascinated this time. How was that even possible! She exhaled and and turned around. Parted her long legs, raised her arms straight up, and crossed her wrists as if she was tied up.

“You look great!” Lidia approved. “So far, so good. When the whip lands, you’ll do your best to retain this position. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” replied the brunette. “I’ll try.” She was getting excited. Not seeing Lidia, and not knowing when she’d strike was making it much more terrifying.

To add to her confusion, she was getting wet.

Seconds passed. No lash came. Perhaps the Pussianan girl was only trying to prepare her psychologically, and she wasn’t really going to hit h-”

She heard the sound of air being cut with demonic shriek. She didn’t have time to react. Her muscles braced for the impact just in time. The cable sliced across her back right under her shoulder blades. The bite of the first impact was followed and immediately overpowered by a searing hot pain. It lingered and throbbed. Surprised and overwhelmed, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

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She certainly didn’t expect Lidia to put full force in her swing. Still shaken, she checked her posture. Her knees buckled a little and she had to take a couple little steps forward to keep her balance, but she had retained the position she assumed in the beginning. She felt a tiny bit of proud of that fact. Has she passed her test?

“See, that’s the real problem” said Lidia and walked around to face the brunette. “This would make everyone suspicious, not only the callous monster who leads the main let’s-keep-the women-in-line-by-beating-them-up-often agency.”

“What did I do wrong?” asked Katalin as Lidia left her line of sight again. “I retained the position as you asked.”

Another lash landed on her back. She screamed again.

“You are not counting,” said Lidia and hit her again.

“Ah!” exclaimed the brunette, squirming in pain, “sorry! Three!”

“No,” said Lidia. “You’ll start from one.” She hit her again.

“One!” screamed Katalin this time. The burn on her back was compounding.

“Wrong again, you’ll count gratefully,” dismissed the ex-slavecop. She hit her again.

Katalin thought for a long second and shouted “One! Thank you… miss.” She braced for another lash. But it didn’t come. Instead, Lidia’s pretty face entered her peripheral vision from the left side. She put her hand on the brunette’s back and brushed her searing bruises gently.

“I know it will sound like a cruel cliché, but this was for your own good,” she said with a warm smile. Now you know how it feels, and more importantly, how to handle it.” She embraced Katalin and held her tight. The brunette lowered her hands awkwardly and hugged her back after a brief hesitation, then she buried her tear-soaked face under the slavecop’s chin.

“Well, I’m glad you are here,” said Tamer and nodded to Lidia before leaving the room. “We leave in half an hour.”

The girls didn’t move. After a few minutes of silence, Lidia leaned into Katalin’s ear and whispered. “Half an hour is a very long time. I can give you a couple orgasms before you leave, if you like. You know, Nagel wouldn’t.

“Orgasms?” the other sniffled. “I’d like that very much. Thank you, miss.”

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I've just finished tinkering with a new .epub version of "Mastery". So here it is.

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Mastery is Erenisch first long Novel, and events from it are often refferenced in the subsequent ones.
And here's a post with a list of Erenisch's stories, more or less in order + links to epub compilations of the chapters

Mastery follows Eddie Mestring as he decide to buy a sex slave for his birthday, and then focuses on said slave Eageredoll as she adapt to her new life.


I'm sharing 5 files. The "most important are the 2 epub files:
  1. Mastery (Wivers-ed_webp).epub has images converted into .webp format. I also enhanced some of the lowest quality images with IA before converting them. (including the images I could only get from the pdf, which were heavily compressed). This is the best/most-up-to-date file, and the one I might tinker with further.
  2. Mastery - Wivers'ed.epub has the "original" images (jpg and png mostly) use it if your ebook reader cannot read .webp images.
  3. "illustrations_ai_enhenced.zip" contain the png versions of these enhanced images (around 65 images).
  4. "Mastery_bonus.zip" contains bonus images (pinups) from Erenisch's Twitter (22 images).
  5. "Mastery01-93_merged.pdf" contains the Original pdf I used (the first one shared on 8muses).
I've started from (presumably) Erenisch's original text from the first pdf shared on 8muses (linked here, it contains the first 93 chapters presumably directly from E's subscribestar), then the following chapters posted on 8muses back then).

I've taken into account the corrections done by Cunegonda and Venner (Stephenson999 shared a pdf with these changes in this tread). Beside correction in grammar and vocabulary, sometimes Cunegonda had added some text to try and make the story a bit hotter. I've decided on a case by case basis to either keep them, remove them (if I thought they changed the scene too much), or alter them to try and keep some additional hotness while bringing them closer to the original text.
There is one exception: in the epilogue there is an added cum-swapping scene (not present in Erenisch original text, but fitting within the scene) which I not only kept, but "complexified" rather than "simplified". I just couldn't help myself (If you want to compare, grab the pdf on page 2 of the thread. for the original, just imagine all the cum-swaping related text during Dasha's clean-up of Steph, before they move to the bed not being there, only licking.)

The change compared with the "edited" pdf already in the thread are:
- some changes from the original text altered or removed,
- a lot of verbs changed from past simple to past perfect when referring to event in the past, generally when characters get flashbacks (since the "present" is in past simple, the "past" shouldn't be)
- more correction of errors
- this one could be controversial: in some scenes, characters are remembering past events for long paragraphs. rather than putting everything in the past perfect, I sometimes signaled a "break in the timeline" (with * * *) and kept the writing in the past simple. Because all the "had", "had had" and "had been" can make for tedious reading. The intent was to make it as if these characters were relieving the past, in a kind of flashback. But since it was not really the case in the original text, it can be a bit clunky with some indications from Erenisch of the actual "temporality" of the scene (which I kept and worked around of course)... Overall, I did it because it was still fine, and technically less change than changing the tense of the whole paragraphs anyway.

One big error from the previous "editors" (imo) that I want to point out: in chapter 38 and 41 in the original text, we see the same instance of Eddie bringing Steph to school as a puppy from Ashley's perspective, then from Steph's. The original editor did not understand this, and thus changed the text (especially the dialogue) in chap 41 to make it fit better as a different instance, a different event. I reverted these misguided changes, and simply made it clearer that chapter 41 "went back in time" to show a different perspective of an event we had already read about.

2025-08 edit: I did some small 'cosmetic' fixes to the "(Wivers-ed_webp)" ebook.
 

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The Operation - 28​


“You can try to resist, if you like. Fight back even” said the big man as he dragged Katalin across the hall. “You surely know that female-on-male violence is punished by death here. But you don't have to worry about that. As a foreign spy, you’ll be rapexecuted after a long, painful interrogation anyway. There is no way out of it. And believe me, it will be a very special event. It will go down in TV history, most certainly.” He laughed and laughed.

Trying her best to stay calm, Katalin weighed her choices quickly. Even though her ankles and wrists were not secured, her movement was restricted considerably by the tight belts wrapped around her arms and thighs. It was impossible for her to fight back in this position. Even if she could move her limbs freely, she would have had little chance against the big man. Nagel looked flabby and old, but he was strong as an ox. Her left arm was being crushed in his fist as he pulled her. When he slapped her a few seconds ago, it felt like a runaway truck hit her head-on.

“Mr. Nagel, Sir,” she pleaded, “Is this a role-play game? I’d be happy to play, but I don’t know anything about these autones you’re talking about.”

Would denial work? She felt that it was unlikely, but she had to try it, of course.

Nagel laughed out loud as he opened the door and threw the young women into a large dimly lit room. Unable to move her arms, she couldn’t protect herself. She fell on her right hip and shoulder hard, but managed not to hit her head .

Nagel turned and pressed a few buttons on the wall. A steel rod moved into place and locked the door. Lighting changed into a reddish-purplish color and a few additional lights came alive to brighten the room. Katalin managed to sit up and pulled her legs back to assume a sexy “damsel in distress” pose before looking at the man with sad doe eyes. She decided not to say anything until he talked.

Nagel grinned at her feeble attempt for half a second and turned around, apparently looking for something. He walked towards a cabinet a few meters away from where Katalin fell, and started to shuffle through its contents. Katalin decided to use his momentary distraction to scan the room and stretch her limbs to loosen her restraints.

“Of course you can get out of those if I leave you alone for a couple of minutes,” Nagel said without even turning to look at her. “Even a scared little bimbo could, let alone a trained operative like you.”

“You want me to do a spy?” Katalin asked in her little girl voice. “Okay, I’ll try my best." She cleaned her throat and spoke with fake anger. "I won’t talk, you villain! Even if you torture me, rape me, I will never give up my comrades!” She managed to pull the belt that held her legs together up a few centimeters as she spoke. The one that held her arms were simply too tight to budge.

Nagel laughed again. “Of course you’ll talk, little spy. You’ll talk before we start asking questions, you’ll talk after we stop asking questions.” Then he exhaled in relief, indicating that he found whatever he was looking for. “But to be honest, we probably won’t even ask any questions.” He turned around with a gun in his hand and shot her in the left tit.

“Ouw!” exclaimed Katalin and looked down at her boob. It was a tranq dart, stuck in her areola right next to the nipple. She felt the sharp sting first, then came a radiating pain, spreading around her chest in all directions like a slow moving lightning. In addition to the intensifying agony, She felt her limbs getting numb. Her muscles relaxed and gave out. Unable to support her weight, she lay back down and tried to cope with the pain.


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Nagel grinned, put the gun back in the cabinet and walked towards her. He stood over his captive and admired her bound naked body for a few seconds. “If you’re wondering, you didn’t make any mistakes,” he said. “You played your role well. Your male comrade too. You are both good actors. Unfortunately, impersonating a Pussianan female isn’t that easy.” He crouched down and put his right hand on her knees. He drew circles around her pinkish kneecaps casually. “For starters, these should be more bruised.” He pushed his hand between her knees and started to move up slowly. “I know-I know. You are thinking there are some freewomen who don’t do down on their knees every few minutes, right? Perhaps, some… Very few.” His hand reached the restraining belt that kept her thighs together. He unbuckled it and hurled it away.

“If that was the only clue, I’d dismiss it as an oddity. But there were more.” He grabbed
her long legs by the ankles and opened them wide. He sat down between them, grabbed Katalin’s defenseless naked body by her slender waist and pulled her to himself. He placed her round butt on his lap and started to play with her pussy lips casually.

“What other clues, Mr Nagel, Sir, you want to ask,” he said, badly imitating her voice, and slipped a finger in her womanhood. Katalin shivered when the fat digit easily penetrated her lubricated fuckhole. “When you sucked me off at the Park, you had a barely discernable accent. Not in the speech, but in the blowjob. Hard to explain, but I somehow felt that you weren’t from around here. I fucked too many women in their stupid mouths, I guess.” He laughed again.

Another finger, and then the third one invaded Katalin’s pussy. Nagel started to fingerfuck his bound captive, in a rather apathetic, kinda absentminded way. “I know. A gut feeling isn’t enough to reveal a well-trained spy either. Even when put together with the knee thing.” He picked up the pace. “Do you know what really gave you away?”

He stopped fingerfucking his victim and leaned forward to look into her pretty blue eyes.

“You are too impressive.”

He leaned back and slapped her on the clit. “You see, you’re what we call an S-grade, little spy. Slavecop material. Tall frame, athletic body, perfect posture, graceful strength…” He placed the tip of his big cock against the entrance of her wet pussy this time. Then, he grabbed her waist with both hands and pulled her onto his cock. The huge organ penetrated Katalin like a spear and hit her cervix. Another wave of pain exploded deep in her hole and started to spread around her body. Air escaped her lungs in the form of a desperate whimper.

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“The thing is, the so-called S-grade female is quite rare. Especially a very exceptional specimen like you.” He started to fuck her with a diabolical expression on his flushed fat face. “We comb the schools around the country for your type. There is no way in hell a BFA recruiter would miss something like you and let a worthless schmuck from Twattenham marry her.”

He grinned again and lifted her body up to adjust the angle of penetration. He started to fuck the girl as if she weighed nothing, like a blow-up doll. She was gorgeous, tight and wet. His cock was in heaven.

“Now that I’m deep inside you, I can tell without a doubt that you’re no Pussianan, little spy. This tightness… You weren’t raped much before this, were you?… Oh, sorry. I should say ‘make love,’ eh?” He laughed again. “Well, you’re in luck. We will right that wrong here. We will catch up, overcompensate, overkill... You’ll be in constant use for long months, maybe years, until your eventual rapexecution. We will not let you sleep, we will not let you breathe. You’ll get no mercy. Only cocks, in every orifice, one after another. You’ll be gangraped in the BFA dungeons, you’ll be gangraped in town-squares, by men, by animals, by machines, day, night, morning. You will be knocked out and woken up by cocks. You’ll beg for it to stop. You’ll beg us to kill you. And we’ll eventually indulge. In the most spectacular way possible. This is my promise as the chief of SEFR.”

He pulled her defenseless body closer and wrapped his left arm around her back. With his other hand, he grabbed her hair and moved in for a sloppy kiss. His tongue entered her parted full lips and started the flap about, all the while he kept bouncing her on his rock-hard cock. Every thrust of his rod exploded deep in her belly. It was like getting punched repeatedly in the uterus, only much much worse.

“I was going to fuck you in the ass, but your tight little pussy is simply magical,” he slobbered on her pretty face. “I cannot seem to take my cock out of there. But don’t you worry, I will eventually give your little butthole a try too, here or later at the Hive, because I know it will hurt you a lot more. And that’s what we really want to do, isn’t it? Hurt you. Humiliate you. Turn you into a mindless fucktoy. Drive you insane.”

He stopped and slowly got up from where he sat with surprising agility, without taking his cock out of Katalin. He held her with both hands and kept fucking her like a fleshlight as he walked towards the fancy rape table in the middle of the room. He lay her down on her back and placed her legs on the metal ankle rests to keep them open. “I know what you are wondering. No, I’m not going to tie you up yet. You won’t be able to move for a few hours anyway. Your mind will remain trapped in this body that I’m going to use like a fucktoy, unable to resist, call for help, beg for mercy, even groan. You’ll just lie there and take it. Isn’t it wonderful?”

With a disgusting grin, he unbuckled the belt around her waist. He grabbed her arms, pulled them up and placed her wrists together above her head. He paused to admire her beauty for a moment, then he cupped her big tits and started to squeeze them. Reinvigorated by the sensation, he started to fuck her harder and deeper. Katalin felt like being cut in two. The rape-table she was placed on was obviously custom made for Nagel, to accommodate his size and angle of penetration, to maximize his female utilization depth and speed. And it was working perfectly. She had never been fucked as deep and hard before. It felt like he was in her rib-cage, hitting her lungs with every thrust.

After a while, he slowed down and pulled out. Katalin wondered if he needed a rest. Perhaps he was going to switch holes just like he threatened earlier. “Don’t worry, little spy,” he said and drew a little circle around her butthole. “With GPAC still in your system, it will be very difficult to penetrate your secondary orifice. I could, of course, pry it open and loosen it a bit using some machinery specifically designed to do just that. But it’s no fun if you cannot beg or scream, right?” He laughed and walked around, turned her head and pulled it to the side of the table, parted her lips with his fingers, and shoved his cock in her mouth in one fluid motion. “Let's see if it fits, little spy,” he snickered and shoved his entire length down her throat.

He stopped when her button nose hit his belly and held her head in place for a moment. Then he pulled back and shoved it in again, faster and faster each time, and he proceeded to fuck her face properly in full speed.

This oral violation lasted about three minutes. Then, as if he remembered something, he looked at his watch, pursed his lips and slowed down. “It’s time, unfortunately,” he said, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll let the guys know I bagged two of the spies they have been looking for. I can’t believe I created an entire task force to do that. What a waste of government funds! Had I known you were stupid enough to walk into my park and sit on my favorite bench, I could have embazzled that money instead.”

He called an Agent Viltis. He told him a very incomplete version of the park encounter and the house visit, embellished the story with snippets about his brightness and courage, and told him to send a prisoner transport unit to pick his captives up. Katalin was surprised. Was he informing the SEFR just now? Apparently this wasn’t an elaborate sting operation at all. It was just Nagel, all by himself, playing the mighty hunter.

“There you go, little spy. They’ll be here in about 15 minutes. I should better hurry and feed you my seed, eh? After all, you are a guest in my house.”

When he put his phone back in his pocket and grabbed her hair again, his hand touched a strange object. “Ah! Will you look at that” he grinned as he picked the small injector Katalin hid in her hair bun. “You were planning to stab me with this? What is it? Poison? Tranquilizer?” He lifted it up and looked closer to inspect the bluish liquid in the single-use injector. “Looks like standard over-the-counter GPAC purchased from a Pussianan pharmacy. How ironic!” He slapped her tit hard, which made the tranq dart buried in her areola fly across the hall and hit the wall.

“I have news for you, little spy. Your plan was destined to fail anyway. All male personnel at the Hive is loaded with meds to counter the effects of GPAC and it’s derivatives. You think we put tranq-guns in our slavecops' hands and don’t take proper precautions to protect ourselves? This thing would have given me a nasty headache, but wouldn’t have incapacitated me.”

“Don’t worry Chief, I’ll tell her all about it later.”

Nagel turned around in surprise, only to see a familiar face for a split second before she stabbed him in the neck with a bigger, nastier looking injector. Lidia waited for a moment to unload the vial entirely, and then stepped back. Nagel’s flailing hand searched for his neck for a few seconds, he turned around to hold onto something, and eventually fell down face first like a huge sack of potatoes.

Lidia walked over the the man and kicked him over to his side. His plump face was frozen in a state of shock.

“Hello Chief,” she smiled, “missed me?”
 
I have a question to anyone who saved the images from chap.28 here: how much do they weight for you, in Kb?
I'm asking because, as I tried to save them, they would show up as .webp images of around 500kb, while they should be .png (and presumably take up more disk space)...
Even when opening them in a new tab, you see the tab as: "bullshitname.png (webp image)". Seems weird. I'm wondering if the server is converting/compressing them, or something is going on on my end?
 
I have a question to anyone who saved the images from chap.28 here: how much do they weight for you, in Kb?
I'm asking because, as I tried to save them, they would show up as .webp images of around 500kb, while they should be .png (and presumably take up more disk space)...
Even when opening them in a new tab, you see the tab as: "bullshitname.png (webp image)". Seems weird. I'm wondering if the server is converting/compressing them, or something is going on on my end?
You`re right. Converted them to jpg for myself - ending up about 500 kb. Range of the former "Operation" pics is from 300 to 1000 kb in jpg, as they are rather small scaled...
 
Well, it would mean that everyone get served .webp conversions of the pngs ("weighing" 534kb for 28a and 572kb for 28b) to save bandwidth. If that's the case, I'd like more information about the conversion settings, since I generally convert images myself (with my settings at "90% quality", the 2 images end up around 120kb each) and I'd rather not loose too much quality (I assume this webp conversion is not lossless -which it could be-, since it wouldn't save much bandwidth...).

And since it wasn't the case until now (for other images), I'm curious to know if some settings were changed in the servers or the forum?

Edit: I looked around a bit, and this conversion seems to retroactively affect some threads and not others. I wonder, is it related to a minimum weight of images files? And when did it occur?
Edit 2: I did some testing, and lossless webp conversion seems to yield similar sizes. If that's what is being done, I have no complaints. (Also, I figured out that using the "download" link in the bottom of posts, we get the original files. So I just have to do that and rename the files appropriately afterward, when necessary.)
 
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Guys I'm new to erenisch novella , which one I have to start first, any chronological order for the novella?
 
Guys I'm new to erenisch novella , which one I have to start first, any chronological order for the novella?
Start with "Mastery". It references event from "sluts in training, pt.1".
"Milk" and "the Operation" References events from "Mastery". You can read the rest in any order, as far as I know (no references I can remember).

Edit: Chronologically, "Revolution" is the first story, even before the "Birthday gift" storyline.
Also; there is a .pdf version of the complete "Mastery" story on page 1 of this thread, toward the bottom, and an .epub version on page 3.

Edit2: Also, "The Operation" takes place after "slavecop 3" and references it.
 
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The Operation, By Erenisch​

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For now the story has 46 chapters, and is actively being worked on.
It takes place after 'Slavecop 03' and 'Mastery' in parallel with 'The Journey' and 'the Havest'.
And here's a post with a list of Erenisch's stories, more or less in order + links to epub compilations of the chapters

Synopsis:
A group of spies from a non-androcratic country go to Pussiana to try and rescue a kidnapped celebrity.

Might I interest you in our Lord and Savior, the "markdown" (.md) format?
It's pretty easy to convert into other formats too, for example with Pandoc (but I can't be bothered until the story is finished...).

It's also pretty good for reading if you use markdown-focused text editors (I use "Zettlr" on PC, and "Markor" on Android). It displays any referenced image in the text, without crappy compression/conversion; and since it's a plain text format, there are no issues of bad compatibility (like .docx) or some reading software fucking over the presentation of the original file (like sometime with .epub).

... if you are interested, I'll edit this post with the text file and linked image folder (up to Chapter 43).

2024-05-10 Edit: I caved. I felt the urge to tinker with the css file I use for Pandoc, so I figured: Why not test it with "the Operation"?
So I powered through my horrendous upload speed, and you get an epub, plus the markdown text file with corresponding illustration folder (in the .zip, in case I loose it).

2026-01-17: latest edit = Ch47 (only to the epub)
 

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The Operation - 23​


The landscape of the capital region was a complex melange of contradictions and contrasts that constantly surprised visitors and locals alike. Maidenfair was a bustling modern city with vibrant economic activity, mostly based on and fuelled by slave trade. It was the shiny new face of the country the regime spent most of its resources and efforts to impress friend and foe. But if you ventured northwards, you’d start to notice the decaying wreckage the global economic collapse left behind. The old industrial district, once a major powerhouse of the hemisphere, now lay in ruins. Rotting corpses of factories and depots dotted the area. Only a few warehouses closest to the city were still in use, mostly for temporary slavegirl storage during Fair season.

Once you travelled further north, the landscape would drastically change again, into an underdeveloped rural area, a green belt that was dominated by the idyllic settlements of Banghaven, Hoaretown, and Bitcham. Those towns were where the upper middle class and the elite lived, far from the incessant commotion of the capital. Bitcham, spread along the southern face of Mount Marteau was the favorite of the well-paid high-level bureaucrats. It had strict zoning laws to keep the unwashed masses away, and the commute was short. Beyond the town stretched the vast northern plateau, a seemingly endless patchwork of large breeding farms and training ranches.

The air was cool and clean. That was what Lidia noticed first when the men took her out of the trunk of the car. It reminded her the fishing village, and Sally’s beautiful smiling face.

The ginger commander cut Katalin’s zip-ties to release her wrists and ankles and led her inside the house. It was a two-storey building in a large garden with high fences and thick layer of well-kept bushes that provided much needed privacy for the residents. Zoning laws kept the buildings low and far apart, providing extra privacy for the corrupt bureaucrats who populated the town. Of course, all liked to rape and torture women for fun, but nobody liked to listen to others do it. And that made Bitcham the perfect place for a safehouse location.

Martin removed her hood and smiled. Lidia smiled back. She raised her tied wrists, expecting to be released like Katalin.

“No, not yet,” said the man. “First we have to run a full check and settle down.” His smile turned mischievous. “And frankly, I enjoy the view. You look even sexier when you’re tied like this.”

“You still find me sexy? I thought I lost my allure when my real identity was revealed.”

“Not at all. If anything, it made you sexier. A double agent, a traitor, turned traitor, turned traitor? Hard to keep track of, but definitely exciting.”

“I’m not a traitor,” said Lidia, slightly offended. “I never really betrayed anyone. I’m only trying to survive. Funny, I repeatedly fall unconscious and wake up in a different team every single time.”

Ktinodis laughed and pointed to her bound ankles. “So, do you want me to carry you, or would you like to bunnyhop inside.”

“Clumsily bunnyhopping in front of you might damage the badass double-agent slash guerrilla image I’m trying to preserve. Besides, I really like it when you lift me up like I weigh nothing.” She paused and smiled. “And I like it when you rape me afterwards.”

“You use that word liberally,” said Ktinodis. “I understand it basically means ‘fuck’ here, but…”

“Everything means ‘fuck’ here,” replied the girl. “I’ll say whatever you want to call it. Violate me? Use me? Utilize, exploit, screw, hump, bang, shag, do, take, seize, penetrate, ream, pump, crush me?”

“You are the most attractive thesaurus I have ever seen,” chuckled Ktinodis. He grabbed the girl and pulled her in for a short but passionate kiss. Lidia immediately surrendered to his lips.

He let her go. She licked her lips and smiled coyly. She liked the feeling.

“Halfway into the trip, you stopped for a long time. I was scared. I thought it was a road block.” She paused and swallowed. “This was a big mistake. They are probably looking for me all around the country. You are risking a lot.”

“It was a herd of cowgirls.”

“What?”

“We had to stop and wait because a herd of cowgirls was crossing the road. It was a sight to behold. Hundreds of beautiful young women, tits full of milk, crawling naked. They had buttplug tails, fake horns, and big cowbells around their necks. Simply surreal! Never seen anything like it.”

He smiled and brushed a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

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“Back at the camp…” she said timidly, “had the moustache-man told you to break my neck…”

“I guess we’ll never know,” said Ktinodis. “But I’m glad ‘the moustache-man’ didn’t give the order.” He stroke her slender neck gently. She shivered.

“You really took out four SEFR agents just to save me?”

He nodded.

“I felt a gust of air. Heard almost nothing. You were like a ghost.”

“You were drugged,” said Hermes.

“No, I was paralyzed but fully aware of my surroundings. It was eerie.”

“You are scared of me?”

Lidia looked into his eyes like a shy girl. “A little. But… good scared. Not terrified. It kinda makes you even more mysterious.”

“I have that effect on women,” he sighed. “Even the ones I didn’t save from rapey fascists.”

“How many women?”

“Excuse me?”

“The girl, Marisa, she told me you guys have policules over there in the Ottohun wonderland of rainbows and ice cream. She was in one, her ‘husband’ is in one. I imagine you must have a bunch of smitten babes in your coop.”

“Nothing regular,” he said and stopped. There was no need to mention his late wife, or the occasional co-workers he had one night-stands with.

“Are you looking?”

“Looking?”

“For women… for your policule. Can I be in it?”

Ktinodis smiled. “Okay, I’l play. You want to be in my policule? Why would I take you? What can you bring to the table? I mean, besides that gorgeous body and infinite number of interesting stories to tell.”

“I’m also quite bendy,” Said Lidia and grabbed the metal bar over their head with her tied hands. She pulled herself up and threw her legs in the air like a gymnast, and trapped his head between her shins before he could react. He had to take half a step forward to compensate for the weight she placed on the back of his neck but remained more or less unaffected by the impact.

Lidia exhaled in the most arousing way possible and relaxed her muscles. Her torso dropped forward and her butt hit his crotch. She used her tied ankles to lift herself up again and adjust her position, pressing her swollen holes against his awakening genitals.

“Impressive,” commented Ktinodis, making no attempt to hide his insta-boner. He was constantly aroused around this fallen angel anyway. He grabbed her by her slender waist with both hands and pulled her towards him. His erection was nestled in the cosy, warm, welcoming nook between her legs. He kept her tight. The feeling was extremely satisfying.

They remained like that for a while, reluctant to ruin the moment. It was a strange serene break to their playful banter. Lidia enjoyed both. She liked this new thing a lot. Intimacy.

“I never felt like this before,” she said after a long silence. “I feel ‘need,’ constantly, but never ‘desire.’ I desire… No, I crave it.” She looked into his eyes pleadingly. “Would you please take it out and shove it in?” She hugged his cock with her blushing, swollen, wet slit.

“I don’t know,” said the man, “Things changed since… You’re no longer that exotic guerrilla chick that I’d never see again.” He immediately felt guilty for adding the last part, but she didn’t seem offended. “Technically, you are more like a prisoner than a comrade.”

“Even better,” whispered Lidia. “I’m your prisoner. You can have your way with me. You can ask me questions and call it an interrogation if you like.” She smiled and lifted herself up to rub his crotch seductively. “Come on. You’re a big strong man and I’m a little girl, all tied-up. I’m at your mercy.”

“Weren’t you bragging earlier about taking out three FLF operatives with your hands tied at your back?”

“Yeah,” Lidia chuckled. “I did do that. But my legs were free. And those were just girls. Not a testosterone-infused bundle of muscles like you.”

“That’s the most romantic pet name,” said Ktinodis and reached for his zipper. Lidia held her breath as he took his cock out and placed it at the entrance of her delighted pussy. He grabbed her by the waist again and pulled her onto his rod. He entered her slowly, fully savoring the incredible tightness of her warm wet hole. Her vagina hugged and devoured his erection as if she never felt the touch of a man. He impaled her fully and stopped, with his member in her snug embrace. Incredible pleasure hit her body and mind, but she didn’t scream or moan, in order not to let the others know what was happening. She didn’t want them to intervene and ruin her moment of blissful surrender.

After a long wait, he dug his fingers into her full buttcheeks and started to move her body along his steely rod as if she was an object. She loved it. She felt safe and at home in his strong hands. She felt safe enough to let go. He was big, hard, and strong. The pleasure was mind-boggling. As he picked up the pace bit by bit, she gradually lost the ability to think clearly. Moans and groans started to escape her lips. She was getting closer to another orgasm.


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“Don’t tell me,” said Katalin. “They are doing it again, aren’t they?”

Tamer nodded as he switched the bug scanner off. “The house is clean.”

“That’s a relief.” She listened to the muffled moans coming from the garage for a few seconds. “You don’t have a problem with this? I mean, ‘fraternizing’ with her when she was just a girl who escorted us for a day was unprofessional and dangerous enough. But now she is a glowing hot security risk we have to drag along.”

“I don’t like it at all,” he replied.

“But you’ll turn a blind eye, because…?”

Tamer picked up a non-contaminated water bottle from his duffle-bag and handed to Katalin. “The HQ likes the idea. They changed… expanded the scope of the operation.”

“They want her,” deduced Katalin. “They want a high-ranking slavecop.”

Tamer nodded.

“To do what? She was telling the truth before. As a source of information, she is near useless.” She paused. “Wait. Do they want her in addition to the target, or instead of?”

Tamer pursed his lips. “They are concerned about the unusual lack of information about the target. The Pussianans clammed up tight. I’m certain that they know we’re here, and why we’re here. They probably know that their lost asset is travelling with us, voluntarily or involuntarily. Even if we manage to locate the target again, they will be waiting for us. We’ll be walking into a trap. So, in case of failure, the slavecop will be our consolation prize. Something to parade on TV.”

“You can parade me on TV all day long if you take me back. I wouldn’t mind at all. Just get me out of this hell.”

The couple turned to the door where Ktinodis stood with Lidia in his arms. He gently dropped the girl onto her feet.

Tamer hit Hermes with a burning glare, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned to the ex-slavecop with a slight smile. “Since you’re a part of the team now,” he started, “it’s better you hear it too. The folks at home would like to meet you after we’re done here. They want to have a chat with you about how things are here, in the Hive, in the Nest. You had the unique opportunity to see how things work on either side of the fight. Perhaps they’ll let you make a speech or two on TV to motivate your sisters around the globe.”

“I’ll be on TV? How exciting!” said Lidia and collapsed on the chair nearby. Her ankles and wrists were still tied.

“Actually, you’re on TV now,” said Tamer. Every Thursday, at 8 pm.

“What?”

“Don’t you know? I’m told that there’s a prime time police procedural based on your exploits. It’s called The Blue: The adventures of Agent-slave Lola Jizzguzzler. Turns out you’re a bigger celebrity than you think, Miss Gulfer.”
 

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