head2fat
11-17-2011, 11:22 PM
[Warning: This story involves some serious teasing and graphic female domination. If this bothers you, read no further]
Chapter 1
The brochure had promised seven fabulous days on Lerus 6! So far it had delivered on six of them.
Wanda Fukhard and her friend Jeanie Popcherry had waited over a year to get here. Wanda had won this holiday in a contest in her native city on the planet Artemia. She’d earned top prize for draining more cock over ten grueling sexual athletic events than any other female during the annual Serenthian Fuck-a-thon. As a respected attorney in the Serenthian Union of Planets, she normally shied away from these sorts of contests. All that public cock-taming was beneath her dignity, or so she told herself, especially since the asteroid-raised humanoid males supplied for the events were little better than wild beasts. But when the Fuck-a-thon celebrated its 100th anniversary by offering an all-expenses-paid vacation for two to the legendary Lerus 6 resort on the pleasure planet Venus XIV, she couldn’t resist. Neither could several thousand other females.
Ever since she was a young girl, she’d heard the stories. Body-temperature ocean waves breaking on pristine beaches with sands like powdered sugar. Exotic, masterfully prepared cuisine exquisite enough to die for. Wines and other elixirs divine enough to make your entire body sing. Beds so cozy, it was like sleeping in the womb. Cellular rejuvenation that actually made a female up to 50 years younger. The best body artists in the entire galaxy! Fabulous works of art that literally purified the soul and expanded the mind. Unforgettable shopping experiences without parallel anywhere. Every imaginable entertainment, from the galaxy’s best performance and rendering artists. Simulated full-immersion fantasy sex so realistic, that it should almost be illegal, which, in fact, in most parts of the galaxy, it was.
If what a girl craved was unavailable on Lerus 6, it wasn’t available anywhere. Of course, all this came with a heavy price. For most mortals, the cost of even a single day at the resort was astronomical. But seven days! Only the obscenely rich could afford that. Just the 2-day voyage there, riding coach on the star-jumper, was beyond the range of all but a few galactic female professionals. Fortunately, the resort allowed young females to earn lodging and passage by working there. But only the most beautiful or talented females were accepted. For the rest of female humanity, a vacation on Lerus 6 was something they could only dream about.
The cost of seven days on Lerus 6 easily exceeded what Wanda had earned over ten lucrative years in the legal field. To get to go for free was something that she hadn’t dare imagine, ever. Better still, she and her companion would be traveling by luxury star-jumper, in first-class! Because of the extremely limited passenger space on these faster-than-light vessels, this was a rare luxury reserved for only the richest of the rich. As first-class passengers, their total pleasure and comfort were not only assured, they were guaranteed. They would truly be treated like celestial royalty, since that’s whom their eighteen other first-class cabin-mates would invariably be. Naturally, Wanda selected her best friend, and oft-time lover, Jeanie as her expense-free companion.
As first-class star-jumper passengers, they’d arrived at the resort totally refreshed and ready to play. The first day there, the two took the recommended tour of the resort’s erotic facilities, enjoyed a catered lunch from Anastacia’s, lolled on the white sugar-sand beach, dined on fresh desert crab at Chez Endine, and danced until dawn at Club Regine. That morning they made passionate love and slept like babies in their queen-sized womb-bed.
The next five days were filled to the brim with all manner of exciting, sensual, and pleasurable activities. One of the highlights for both females was bareback riding on actual Andrequues! That was on day four! Even though Wanda and Jeanie rode the beasts for less than two hours, they experienced so many mind-shattering orgasms, that neither could walk or talk for the rest of the day.
Andrequues were now among the rarest beasts in the galaxy. Brutally hunted to near extinction by reptilian and humanoid males in the pre-Matriarchal period (1000 Earth years [750 galactic years] ago), the few that remained bred freely in only three places in the entire galaxy. One was a huge protected preserve on their native planet, Beowulf. The second was the Royal Rare-Species Preserve on New Regis. The third and final place where Andrequues bred freely was on the blue plains of Venus XIV. Scooping all the other on-planet resorts, Lerus 6 had an exclusive permit from the Galactic Council to capture and tame a limited number of the sentient beasts for pleasure riding.
What made the handsome, silken-haired, four-legged Andrequues so desirable for riding is that the males had a special appendage on their backs. With its fore-skin peeled back, the appendage, known as a pro-cock, resembled a humanoid penis. The key difference was that it was thicker and longer than typical humanoid cocks, plus it had a clustered protrusion near its base. The pro-cock from the right animal would be a perfect fit for a suitably prepared humanoid female. Once impaled on the thing, a female would experience nearly continuous sexual stimulation, since in the right position, the clustered protrusion made direct contact with her clit. The fact that a male Andrequues could ejaculate up to 20 times an hour, or 150 times a day, either through its primary cock or its pro-cock was hardly lost on its female fans. The best part of all was that the beasts were able to sing directly to the female libido, evoking deeply satisfying erotic images and responses.
Chapter 2
“So, what should we do today, Wanda?” Jeanie Popcherry asked her friend. “You know it’s our last day here, and I want it to be the very best of all!”
Jeanie was a short, blue-haired cutie with silver pupils, flawless copper skin, and firm, pretty titties the size of peaches. Her friend, Wanda Fukhard, was a tall, powerfully built, bra-bursting female with iridescent mother-of-pearl skin, ebony eyes with gold pupils, and shoulder length tresses the colors of jade and copper. Both were stunningly gorgeous women whose physical beauty transcended race and sub-species.
“Well,” Wanda paused. “I’m going to get a full-body soak at Siroc after breakfast, then we’re heading to Nessa’s Café for lunch.”
“Siroc?!! You have an appointment at Siroc salon?!! Ooh, I am so fucking jealous!” shrieked Jeanie. She was noticeably distraught. “You must have made your appointment ages ago! Just six months ago, the waiting list got so darn long, that they stopped taking any more names. For almost 3 months before that, I tried getting an appointment without any success at all,” she moaned.
“Well, a little planning does go a long way, sweetie,” Wanda smirked, a smug grin crossing her face. “Besides, Trudy, the salon’s receptionist, says they’ve been making fewer appointments due to the recent shortage of Herculerian males. Apparently, there’ve been some contract problems between the resort and some of its suppliers. The word on street is that the Governing Council of Hercules Prime finally realized that their precious males were being stolen. Consequently, the costs of extraction have gone sky high.”
“It’s a real shame and a great loss to females everywhere,” Wanda continued. “Because I’ve heard that Herculerian semen is the richest, most emollient, most vitalizing cum that there is. They say it makes your entire body feel absolutely divine. It actually makes your skin as soft as a baby’s. And Siroc uses only the very freshest semen. They secure virgin teen males newly arrived from Hercules Prime - still wild, with their humongous ball sacs full to bursting with hyper-potent boy juice! It’s the exquisite nutrients from their native diet that makes their cum so special! Plus the fact that Herculerian males ejaculate just once a year. I’ve heard that it has something to do with their physiology. Because their specially evolved balls can hold over a gallon of semen, it’s quite spectacular (and rather painful) when they actually do cum!”
“Anyway, Siroc uses a secret technique that milks the fuckers completely bone-dry, right on the premises! You can actually hear the agonized wails of the poor fucks as their monstrous balls contract, right while you wait! At Siroc, they fill your tub with the stuff - still warm, thick, and frothy - mere seconds before lowering you into it. They must go through several dozen males just to serve a single client! My guess is that the salon uses one of the [galaxy’s] banned forced ejaculation methods. But no one can prove it, since they never let anyone watch.”
“Ohmigod! You don’t mean the ones that milk a male so violently that he usually expires, do you?” Jeanie gasped.
“Something like that; but I’ll never tell,” her friend replied. “And neither will you!”
“Hmm! I’d never say anything anyway. How could you even think that, Wanda?” Jeanie pouted.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Okay?” Wanda said, trying to appease her friend. “It’s just that I’ve been waiting for well over a year for this! I guess I’m a little anxious!”
“Well I can certainly understand that! Cum soaks at Siroc are the envy of females throughout the galaxy! Damn, I sure wish it were I who was going!” Jeanie replied enviously, before pausing to take some deep breaths. “At least, we have reservations at Nessa’s. Don’t we?”
“What do you think, girl?!” Wanda replied. “You, of all people, should know how much I enjoy dining there!”
“Yeah, and I’ll bet my ass it’s not the menu that’s making you cream right now, you slut,” Jeanie chuckled.
“If you must know, the café’s special today is braised Rojan, with Lasatian Tor butter. You know that nobody prepares Rohan like Nessa’s,” Wanda countered. “And served with their melted Tor butter, it’s so good, that it actually makes your pussy water!”
“Oh God, don’t even remind me!” Jeanie said, licking her lips and fingering her crotch. “The last time I had Rohan, I came four times! They had to carry me out of the restaurant, my legs got so weak. Ahhhh!” For several seconds Jeanie is lost in the erotic memory of it all. Regaining her composure, she added, “I am definitely going to enjoy that.”
Chapter 3
Of course, men were also welcome guests in Nessa’s Café, but only so long as they "behaved".
Basically, that meant no violence or sexual harassment of any kind. Without exception, it precluded hitting, yelling, swearing, or any evidence of anger. It also precluded any fondling, touching, or rude comments or gestures. Gawking, leering, and drooling were also big no-no’s. And, worst of all, prolonged erections were expressly forbidden. Naturally, any masturbation or even touching oneself was absolutely out of the question for any male. The restrictive rules were there, ostensibly, to protect the café’s “delicate” female patrons.
Unfortunately for the few male guests allowed in the restaurant, the great majority of the café’s “delicate” patrons seemed to display a strong penchant for extremely vicious cock-teasing.
For some reason, Nessa’s predominant customers were drop-dead gorgeous females. At a typical sitting, nearly 50 stunning females from all human-inhabited parts of the galaxy could be found in lively conversation and camaraderie with each other at the café’s ingeniously shaped tables. Almost every aspect of the café was designed to please discerning female tastes - the sumptuous wall décor, the exquisite table settings, the heated wood floors, the luxuriant jungle of trees, ferns, and flowering bushes, the sun streaming in from the full-roof skylight, the slow erotic music, and, most of all, the absolutely heavenly cuisine!
So why would males dine there? For one, Nessa’s served some of the best cuisine in the galaxy. Two, it was the only restaurant on the entire resort willing to serve them. The third reason males dined there was that they were forcibly sent.
* * * *
“Damn, I didn’t make the cut today!” Brulo cursed to his work buddy.
“You know what that means,” Mejax said. “It’s lottery time for you, bud. I really don’t envy you that.”
Brulo was a hulking male with grayish-green eyes and a short mane of striped brown hair as fine as cat fur. His arms had grown as massive as boabab limbs from years of swinging hammers against stone. His powerful legs were size of oak tree trunks. But it was his six-foot fur-covered tail that was his most impressive feature.
"Do you think the stories are true?" Brulo asked of his friend, "That no guy ever returns 'intact' from these lunches?"
"Well, I've been locked up here for ten years, and I've yet to see any guy who was sent over there ever return back to his old job," Mejax replied. "Seems like they always get reassigned to some other part of the planet. Then you never ever hear from 'em again. It's gotta make you wonder."
Brulo shivered. "Well, I just hope that I'm not one of the guys chosen. And, just between you and me, Mejax, if I do survive this damn lottery, I'm sure not gonna ever slack on my duties again."
"Sounds like good advice to me, buddy," Mejax said. "Oh, and by the way, good luck."
"Thanks, I'll sure need it," Brulo replied.
Chapter 4
For any males unlucky enough to be shipped there, Lerus 6 was little better than prison. Of course, for females, it was a different story entirely.
Lerus 6 was a resort exclusively for females - very select humanoid females. Females from nearly every planet across the galaxy were pampered here in every imaginable way. They were fed the most exquisite food and intoxicants. They were bathed, massaged, and perfumed with the rarest exotic oils, fluids, and fragrances. An unparalleled selection of the galaxy’s most exclusive bodywear and accessories was available duty-free in the resort’s boutiques. Females could ride some of the most powerful and most orgasm-inducing saddle animals in the galaxy. They could attend classes in culinary magic, sensual music, erotic sculpture, ultimate orgasms, sexual domination, and male-crippling defensive arts. Erotic entertainments for female tastes, both virtual and in the flesh, were a resort specialty. Guests were able to virtually indulge any sexual fantasy that they could imagine. As for body and soul, supreme master mind-body practitioners were on hand to heal guests of nearly every possible illness, ailment, phobia, or psychosis. Guests could even have their physical appearance transformed by some of the most skilled transgenetic surgeons and body artists alive.
To preserve its uncontested reputation as the galaxy’s most exclusive destination, Lerus 6 maintained stratospherically high admission standards. Only women of exceptional beauty, talent, or accomplishment were allowed entry. Mere wealth or power was not enough. The result was a rare concentration of some of the most desirable females in the entire galaxy.
The resort was owned, operated, and staffed entirely by females. The performers, instructors, and physical specialists were all female. Even resort security was performed by females. The most physically intimidating Amazon warriors to be found were recruited from throughout the galaxy in order to secure the safety of the resort’s guests.
Whether bred locally or “inducted” for service from the far reaches of the cosmos, males were prisoners here. They lived in barracks, endured strict military discipline, and ate bland, chemically engineered gruel. The cold, bitter, and tasteless slop supplied just enough nutrition to keep them healthy.
Males performed all the menial labor on Lerus 6. They cooked, cleaned, and washed. They dug ditches, cleared sewers, moved rock, and laid roads. They tilled the land and harvested the crops. They raised and demolished buildings. Males were harnessed into great teams to haul heavy loads and move massive structures. Any work too boring, distasteful, or hazardous for civilized females was assigned to males. Even the personal servants loaned to the resort’s pampered guests were either eunuchs or castrati.
Punishment for males guilty of theft, defiance, sabotage, or laziness was swift and severe. Depending upon the severity of the offence, perpetrators were either maimed, castrated, or terminated.
To keep them under control in the presence of female guests, all males at Lerus 6 were surgically fitted with hormone-restrictors. These were bio-electrical devices worn around the neck that controlled the release of key hormones and neurotransmitters. They kept the males docile and cooperative. Yet, the clever devices left them strong enough for strenuous work and clear-headed enough to solve the difficult problems that frequently complicated their assignments.
Of course, there were side effects. For one, the devices dramatically heightened the male sex drive. Yet, they also suppressed the male compulsion to force himself upon a female. Naturally, this kept the males on Lerus 6 extremely sexually frustrated.
The captive males’ only authorized sexual release was masturbation, and that was only allowed for forty minutes a week. Twice each week, for twenty minutes a pop, males were permitted to go into the worker's spunk chamber to relieve themselves. The sole caveat was that they had to ejaculate into chilled vacuum bottles. The bottles kept their precious sperm both vital and alive. This was for the exclusive pleasure of the resort’s guests, who put it to various uses, including as an erotic aperitif or as one of the finest emollients available.
Males whose cum blasts missed the bottle were brutally punished. They typically got “volunteered” as crunch targets in the well-attended ball-busting classes offered to the resort's guests. Sadly, most of these “volunteers” ended up as castrati, no longer of decent sexual use to any female.
At all other times, males were physically constrained from masturbating. Upon arrival, all males were fitted with ingeniously crafted chastity belts. The belts let them pee and defecate without any need to touch their cocks or balls.
Other than in the spunk chamber, there were only four other instances when males were allowed out of their chastity belts. One, was while they were performed sexual favors for resort guests. Females who desired this service selected their vacation lovers from an interactive menu. Males selected were obliged under pain of castration to gleefully deliver whatever the female requested. The second instance when males were freed of their belts was while they were guests of Nessa’s Café. Unfortunately, as will be seen, this proved to be more often a curse than a blessing. The third instance was while they were designated participants in any arena or festival sporting event. The fourth instance was when males retired to the Male Village.
After 20 years of certified service, males were eligible for a pension. It was enough to enable them to live as free individuals in the Male Village. The Male Village was a self-sufficient, comfortably livable compound, carved out of the surrounding hostile landscape almost a century ago. It was located on the far side of Venus XIV in a remote, virtually inaccessible region of forbidding terrain and homo-toxic carnivorous vegetation. Elaborate defenses surrounding the compound prevented all but the most determined attempts at escape. Plus, the village was remote enough from the planet’s other inhabited areas, that incursion upon any female enclave was virtually impossible.
Chapter 5
Purely by chance did a male earn the “privilege” of dining in Nessa’s Café. Any male maintaining less than adequate work performance was automatically entered into the daily dining lottery. Each day there were six “winners”. Each winner had the choice of lunch or dinner. Lunch was by far the most popular option, since those choosing lunch could take the rest of the afternoon off once they returned. Winners were highly motivated to accept their award, since the alternative was immediate involuntary castration.
The resort's very best male workers, being far too valuable, were spared from the lottery. Instead, they enjoyed a daily buffet of leftover food donated by several of the resort’s restaurants. The day’s top-performing worker, though, earned an extra special bonus. He was treated to an exquisite meal from Nessa’s “room-service” menu. The meal was served in a private, highly-secure dining room on the edge of the men’s barracks. Accompanying the meal were two females - one of the Café’s stunning serving maids and an Amazon security guard. Any extra services that the serving maid was willing to render, subject to the approval of the security guard, were totally gratis.
Those males whose work performance was unacceptable, however, were entered into a different daily lottery – one with rather dire consequences. Eight randomly selected “winners” were entered as sparring opponents in the resort’s ongoing Amazon ranking trials.
Rather than pitting them against each other, the inhumanly powerful Amazon guards of the Lerus 6 security force earned relative rankings by brutally battering "volunteered" males in unarmed combat in an open arena. To the Amazons, these ranking trials were a big deal indeed. They determined each guard’s pay and privileges. For each ten-minute bout, a panel of five females awarded points based upon the aggressiveness, power, and health of the selected male opponent, combined with the degree of damage inflicted upon him, the power of the attack, and the finesse exhibited therein by the Amazon contestant. To discourage quick kills, the death of a male opponent before the signaled end of the match resulted in the loss of 75% of the points earned by the Amazon victor. And, stars forbid, any Amazon who lost her contest was deprived of pay and privileges for an entire ranking cycle – approximately two weeks. Needless to say, only a handful of male volunteers had ever ended up victorious. And when they had, they usually ended up mysteriously "missing" several days later.
Chapter 6
Today there were six males who’d earned the "honor" of dining at the café. Entering via a side entrance, they were ushered by eunuch attendants into a small chamber. There, their chastity belts were removed and their bodies were bathed and powdered. Finally they were clothed in loose silk robes that blatantly exposed their cocks, without the protection of any underwear. Once the males were suitably prepared, they were ushered into the main dining area.
Male diners at Nessa’s Café could linger and eat as much as they liked, so long as they broke none of the rules. As was mentioned before, erections were tolerated, since, in the highly sexed atmosphere of the café, they were inevitable. But if any male’s erection persisted too long, more than ten minutes, it was taken as an affront – a serious sign of disrespect to the females present. [Actually, any female able to induce a such a rock-hard cock response felt pretty pleased with herself, though she would hardly admit that to any male present.]
Upon the commission of any infraction, Amazon security would be summoned. The offending male’s hands would be bound behind his back, and he would be gagged into silence. The Amazons would force him onto a special raised dais in the center of the room, where he would await sentencing by a “jury” of three randomly selected café guests. Certain guidelines had to be followed, though. For example, the minimum sentence allowed were swift kicks in the nuts from each member of the jury. The maximum sentence was “martial correction” by a team of Amazon security guards. Though, whatever the sentence, it needed to be both painful and degrading. After the sentence was carried out, the café’s guests were free to do as they pleased with the offender, as long he was neither killed nor fatally injured.
At the jaw-dropping spectacle of so much prime exposed female flesh, not to mention an excess of juicy bald pussies, the six male diners became instantly harder than stone upon entering the dining room. Each realized at once that he was in dire mortal peril.
Wanda Fukhard took it upon herself to make the first move. She quickly chose her victim – a raven-haired purple-skinned male with a 26cm (just over 12 inches) cock. The male, Tran, desperately tried to think about something, anything, that would cause his raging bone to wither. Yet, nothing, not even the image of his grandmother’s decaying corpse being devoured by ghastly Texamus maggots could bring him any relief.
Squeezed into a skin-tight ivory-colored micro-sheath that ended just above her smooth-shaved pubes, her pendulous breasts jiggling lewdly in the low-cut garment, Wanda Fukhard was clearly dressed to drain cock, and plenty of it. Her long, bare, gently muscled legs were displayed to cock-stretching advantage in cream-colored spike-heels. Her gold pussy ring gleamed sensuously in the filtered sunlight as she strode closer to Tran.
Unfortunately for Tran, he found Wanda deeply arousing. And the wicked vixen sensed exactly how intensely turned on he'd become.
“My oh my! So much steel-hard man-meat!” she declared, licking her lips as she eyed Tran’s fiercely twitching monster. “Well, we can’t let that go to waste, can we!”
“Please spare me miss, I didn’t mean to be so disrespectful,” Tran pleaded, praying fervently for his erection to wither.
“Oh really!” Wanda replied. “Well why is your thing bobbing up and down so violently? It really looks like it might explode any second. Have you no control at all? Perhaps, this will help you to relax.” Wanda then proceeded to raise her right leg onto a nearby table. Her fat pussy was in full view of the hapless Tran, and it literally dribbled with juice. With her extended leg so lewdly displayed on the table, Wanda spread her dripping cunt lips apart, slipping two fingers deep inside her slot as she did so.
Of course, this had the exact opposite effect on Tran. His cock jerked forcibly upwards, striking, then bouncing off of the male’s rock-hard eight-pack abdomen.
“Oops, that didn’t relax you at all, did it?” Wanda teased. “Hmm, sweetie. You only have another couple of minutes, before you are in violation of the house rules." "Things don’t look too good for you, do they?” she laughed.
Despite his formidable reputation as a mountain of muscle who struck fear and awe in the hearts of other males, mighty Tran whimpered like a child in the face of that statement, especially being in the café. He knew that his fate was all but sealed.
“Well I can’t wait that long. I’ll have to take matters into my own hands,” she said. Wanda Fukhard wasted no time at all. She strode right up to Tran, grabbed his hard cock in her soft hot hands, and rammed it right up her sopping slot. For Tran, that was an instant rule violation!
“Imagine the cheek of this disgusting creature publicly violating my helpless pussy like that!” Wanda shrieked. “Especially in this sacred epicurean sanctuary for females!”
Amazon security snapped to attention, and surrounded the offender immediately. But Wanda waived them away. She wasn’t quite yet done with Tran.
Tran tried to pull out, but Wanda grabbed him tightly about the waist. Then she rammed her streaming pussy even harder onto Tran's throbbing spear. Next, she rocked her pelvis slowly back and forth over his captive cock. Her fuck rhythm increased as her arousal grew. She was literally rattling her victim as she repeatedly slammed her stuffed love box into Tran’s groin. As she entered the throes of orgasm, her incomparable cunt muscles, the ones that had earned her this vacation, squeezed Tran’s turgid tool like a vise.
Tran closed his eyes and gasped. Instantly, he started blasting wads of the richest royal blue cock-cream into Wanda’s slick tight fuck box. Tran realized that in that moment, his life, as he knew it, was finished.
“Security, I’m being assaulted! Where the hell are you!!” Wanda yelled, barely suppressing her [mock] distaste. Yet, besides the torrent of spunk blasting from his balls, Tran had not moved a muscle to defend himself. By the archaic laws of men he was innocent, but those ancient patriarchal laws clearly didn’t apply here.
Instantly, Amazon security was at Wanda’s side, but she quickly waved them away, again. She was still not quite ready to relinquish her victim.
“This vile excuse for life disrespects me with his disgusting swollen meat stick, then uses it to pollute me with his toxic seed. What in the galaxy makes these creatures behave so rudely?” Wanda grunted, as she squeezed another copious blast of blue cum from Tran. Over a mere five minutes, her thirsty cunt had drained the once mighty Tran of nearly a quart of cum and nearly all of his precious life-force. Finally finished, she let Tran’s lifeless cock slip out of her still hungry twat. Tran was so debilitated that he crumpled to the floor.
“Security, come get this vile wretch!” she screamed.
Shaking their heads both in awe and amazement, Amazon security proceeded to drag the poor fucker onto the dais for sentencing. In his condition, no one expected him to survive the sentence.
Wanda’s sole regret was that most of Tran’s cum was wasted on the floor. “Damn fucker could not control himself!” she scowled to herself.
“Just look at what he did to my dress!” she yelled at the other male diners. A blue stain had begun to creep up the front of her ultra-sexy highly obscene garment. The five remaining males trembled with terror, even as their treacherous cocks throbbed with intense arousal from the nasty little scene they’d all just witnessed.
The lewd coupling had so aroused one of the males, a big blonde one named Zink, that he’d started to stroke himself.
Wanda turned upon him with the speed of a viper. “Oh poor baby can’t hold his seed! You pathetic excuse for life!” she taunted.
With no warning whatsoever, she swung her leg back and delivered a killing blow from the tip of her shoe square into the center of Zink’s dangling cluster. An eerie scream issued from Zink’s throat just before he crumpled to the floor, madly clutching his crippled nuts.
Amazon security quickly and brutally dealt with him.
Still horny, Wanda Fukhard grabbed another one of the male diners. This time it was a strapping gold-skinned redhead with a heavily veined 42 cm cock as thick as a coke can. With Amazon security close behind, Wanda dragged him by his still stiff staff into a Plexiglas viewing booth to finish him off at her leisure.
The three remaining males were at their wits end. Each desperately sought to close his eyes while praying for a rapid seat assignment. But even this defense was forbidden. Neither was any male allowed to look down at the floor. A male’s only allowable chance of avoiding a charge of “sexual harassment” was to focus on the décor. Unfortunately, even that was purposely designed to arouse their libidos. Covering the gold-paneled walls were sensuously-rendered oils of incredibly erotic naked women lewdly coupling with each other in all the positions of the Kama Sutra.
Unfortunately, the males were now being distracted by the café’s stunning serving staff.
Nessa’s servers were some of the most gorgeous young females on the planet. Each was gifted with firm natural breasts and an awesomely curvaceous body. On the job, they were clad only in the tiniest silver aprons. Since it was forbidden for a male to ignore any woman speaking to him, the three remaining males were forced to acknowledge the serving girls, all of whom vigorously clamored for their attentions.
The diabolical young wenches were constantly bending over in full sight of the males, ostensibly to pick up serving utensils that never seemed to stay on their trays. Whether from practice or otherwise, the girls’ fat pussy lips always seemed to beckoningly gape wide-open every time they bent over. The effect on the remaining males was utterly devastating.
“From the looks of them, I don’t think a single one is going to survive until the seating assignment,” one particularly busty serving girl giggled to her friend. “Watch this,” she said.
With that, she bent over and pulled her plump pussy lips completely apart. While still upside down, she smiled directly at the three males, asking each one if he thought her pussy was too fat.
The sight of this awesomely sexy girl with an impossibly slender waist and melon-sized tits that dangled like pendulums, her luscious cunt wide open for penetration, was too much for two of the remaining male guests. Involuntarily, as if hypnotized, they moved their hands to pat down the incandescent lust violently inflaming their throbbing organs. That was it for them.
Seemingly from nowhere, four Amazon security guards arrived to escort the poor fucks to the basement, where they would, undoubtedly, perish.
The two would be taken downstairs to the “play chamber” where they would be brutally punished for their transgressions by utensil-wielding Amazon “correctors”. All female diners were invited to watch, and even participate in, the ensuing degradation. Although the main activity was employing the most creative ways to pulverize a male’s gonads, absolutely nothing was off-limits.
After having his nuts permanently mangled by knee lifts, power kicks, foot stomps, and blows from heavy utensils, the hapless male was forced to tongue-clean the asses of any, or often all, of the female guests present. He might also be forced to bend over and be repeatedly butt-fucked by females wearing monster strap-on dildos. And of course, none of these “play” sessions could be called complete without abusing the male’s mouth as a human toilet for any female who wished to relieve herself. If the Amazon correctors were especially randy, they might then hose off the male with cold water, anchor him in place, then use him as a martial arts dummy.
When the correctors were done destroying the offender, unless he was too severely injured to return to work, his lifeless carcass would be dragged back to the barracks. Otherwise, he was quickly terminated and disposed of.
Chapter 7
Only one male was left, and he was in quite a state. His name was Brulo, and he was so aroused that the slightest touch would surely have set him off.
“You vile nasty creatures! How dare you publicly parade your disgusting organs in our chaste domain!” railed a knock-out blonde sitting with her legs crossed in a most unladylike way. “Yes, I’m talking to you, cat man!” she declared to the sole male left.
Her name was Siria. She was simply magnificent.
Large radiant green eyes with gold flecks. Lustrous golden hair that cascaded the full length of her back. Sensuous mouth with full lips. Heart-shaped face with a flawless ebony complexion. Firm cantaloupe-sized breasts that virtually burst out of a low-cut skin-tight emerald green dress slit up the side all the way to her impossibly narrow waist. Long, impressively muscled legs, shown to devastating advantage by that marvelous dress. Cream-colored open-toed high-heeled sandals that highlighted the most beautiful feet in the room.
Brulo’s eyes rolled back in his head at the cock-stirring sight of Siria’s fully exposed pussy in such an exquisite garment. His admirable 26-cm cock was already leaking copious pre-cum. Since his cock had been hard, actually beyond hard, for well over ten minutes, Brulo was now clearly in violation of the café’s rules.
Assuming that Brulo's fate was sealed, the café’s patrons now amused themselves by plotting how to degrade this fucker in the most obscene fashion imaginable. First, they had security tie Brulo’s massive arms behind his back so that he wouldn’t be able spill his seed prematurely. Next they forced him into a chair and had his feet secured, so that he couldn't go anywhere.
But soon, every single female in the café could taste Brulo's desire for Siria. It was a potent swirling current that filled the room; and it drove the females, already highly aroused from the previous festivities, absolutely wild.
One after the other lined up to impale herself on Brulo's impossibly stiff member. Each female writhed in agony and ecstasy trying to swallow the monstrous member with her twat, while the rest of the room cheered her on. Brulo groaned feverishly and his hips bucked mightily as he fought to stem the flow of man sap from his bloated balls. Juices splashing wildly out her stuffed cunt, the impaled female would writhe through two or three orgasms, before another would pull her off and take her place. It was a dance of desire, the like of which the café had not seen for ages.
A few of the females had begun to play with Brulo's snapping tail. While two females held it still, a third proceeded to slowly feed it into her cunt. She shrieked with pleasure as the warm furry tip continued to flick wildly inside her love box. His second sensitive appendage now being stimulated, a growl of lust escaped from Bruno that sent erotic vibrations through everyone present. This made the females even crazier.
When they weren't fingering themselves as they watched the torrid action or fucking each other, the café's guests were busy ordering and eating. The serving girls had their hands full running back and forth from the kitchen with trays heaped with fragrant Vrill and savory Rohan or flask upon flask of incomparable Venusian wine and the rarest herbal elixirs from across the galaxy. Even so, a couple of servers still found time to engage in short rapturous interludes, grinding their hot wet pussies together in a sinuous dance keyed to the slow erotic rhythm of the lust-inducing music now playing in the foreground.
Although now the center of the action, the Brulo-induced orgy was by no means the only game going on. In the Plexiglas booth, Wanda Fukhard was doing unthinkable things to her red-haired, gold skinned victim.
Already Wanda had either fucked or sucked him through seven spectacular ejaculations. Each time he'd climax, a piercing scream would issue from him as his golden seed gushed messily out of Wanda's stuffed love box and splashed against the clear booth walls. Although the beast had long ceased being horny, Wanda kept him hard by wickedly forcing a finger or two up his anus directly into his prostate. Every time she entered orgasm, which seemed to be almost continuously, Wanda's powerful thighs mightily squeezed her victim's pelvis. Soon, everyone heard the piercing wails of the male's agony as his overstressed pelvic bones started to shatter. And still Wanda kept his cock hard.
When he eventually passed out from fluid exhaustion and the searing pain, Wanda had to reluctantly dismount her involuntary steed. Forcefully tearing themselves away from the smoking action in the center of the room, several Amazon security guards dragged his lifeless carcass down to the basement for subsequent “punishment". By this time, of course, none of the café's guests was the least bit interested in the judging anyone on the upstairs dais.
Exhausted but radiant, Wanda, accompanied by a large band of admirers, returned to join the Brulo-induced orgy, already in progress.
When the last willing female shakily dismounted from Brulo's still turgid member, the entire café broke into applause. Amazingly, despite all provocation, this male had resisted the urge to cum. That, in itself, earned him a pardon from any punishment. And on top of that, it had earned Brulo the right to sit and eat his fill of the café's unparalleled cuisine.
The only downside was that several of the patrons had started a bidding war for Brulo's tail. With Amazon security guarding the exits, Brulo sadly realized that he wouldn't be allowed to leave without giving that up.
Chapter 8
Back in their room after an unforgettable afternoon at Nessa's, Wanda and Jeanie were getting ready to do some final errands before packing up.
"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda!" Jeanie exclaimed, a bit awestruck, "I simply couldn't believe you in there."
"Yeah, I did get kind of worked up, didn't I?" Wanda admitted, her cheeks burning. "I just hadn't realized how horny I'd been for some really exotic cock until I saw those gorgeous fuckers in the café."
"Well you definitely outdid yourself," Jeanie added. "The café was so impressed, that they even gave you a certificate book good for a year of free dinners at their sister restaurant on Artemia!"
"Yeah, well that last fucker really brought out the slut in me," Wanda admitted, abruptly turning her face.
"Ohmigod! You're blushing!" Jeanie exclaimed. "Now that's something I thought I'd never see, especially from you."
"I'm not blushing, you hear!" Wanda snapped. "And don't you dare tell anyone else that I was, Jeanie." She looked fiercely at her friend for a few seconds for emphasis, then she added, "But he really was something, don't you think?"
"Listen, Wanda, I nearly creamed myself when you power-fucked that first creature," Jeanie said. "I'd thought that was incredibly impressive. But what you did to that red-headed hunk was simply the stuff of legend. God, just the size of his organ got me soaking wet! I must have fingered myself to seven climaxes during your little 'demonstration'. I barely had anything left for the Rohan, which was actually quite delicious."
"Alright already! Enough!" Wanda blushed. "We can talk about this later, okay? For now, I just want to do some serious shopping to wrap up what has been a simply awesome vacation."
"Shopping!" Jeanie declared. "Well, why the heck didn't you say so? Last one out the door pays at the first shop!"
End
Chapter 1
The brochure had promised seven fabulous days on Lerus 6! So far it had delivered on six of them.
Wanda Fukhard and her friend Jeanie Popcherry had waited over a year to get here. Wanda had won this holiday in a contest in her native city on the planet Artemia. She’d earned top prize for draining more cock over ten grueling sexual athletic events than any other female during the annual Serenthian Fuck-a-thon. As a respected attorney in the Serenthian Union of Planets, she normally shied away from these sorts of contests. All that public cock-taming was beneath her dignity, or so she told herself, especially since the asteroid-raised humanoid males supplied for the events were little better than wild beasts. But when the Fuck-a-thon celebrated its 100th anniversary by offering an all-expenses-paid vacation for two to the legendary Lerus 6 resort on the pleasure planet Venus XIV, she couldn’t resist. Neither could several thousand other females.
Ever since she was a young girl, she’d heard the stories. Body-temperature ocean waves breaking on pristine beaches with sands like powdered sugar. Exotic, masterfully prepared cuisine exquisite enough to die for. Wines and other elixirs divine enough to make your entire body sing. Beds so cozy, it was like sleeping in the womb. Cellular rejuvenation that actually made a female up to 50 years younger. The best body artists in the entire galaxy! Fabulous works of art that literally purified the soul and expanded the mind. Unforgettable shopping experiences without parallel anywhere. Every imaginable entertainment, from the galaxy’s best performance and rendering artists. Simulated full-immersion fantasy sex so realistic, that it should almost be illegal, which, in fact, in most parts of the galaxy, it was.
If what a girl craved was unavailable on Lerus 6, it wasn’t available anywhere. Of course, all this came with a heavy price. For most mortals, the cost of even a single day at the resort was astronomical. But seven days! Only the obscenely rich could afford that. Just the 2-day voyage there, riding coach on the star-jumper, was beyond the range of all but a few galactic female professionals. Fortunately, the resort allowed young females to earn lodging and passage by working there. But only the most beautiful or talented females were accepted. For the rest of female humanity, a vacation on Lerus 6 was something they could only dream about.
The cost of seven days on Lerus 6 easily exceeded what Wanda had earned over ten lucrative years in the legal field. To get to go for free was something that she hadn’t dare imagine, ever. Better still, she and her companion would be traveling by luxury star-jumper, in first-class! Because of the extremely limited passenger space on these faster-than-light vessels, this was a rare luxury reserved for only the richest of the rich. As first-class passengers, their total pleasure and comfort were not only assured, they were guaranteed. They would truly be treated like celestial royalty, since that’s whom their eighteen other first-class cabin-mates would invariably be. Naturally, Wanda selected her best friend, and oft-time lover, Jeanie as her expense-free companion.
As first-class star-jumper passengers, they’d arrived at the resort totally refreshed and ready to play. The first day there, the two took the recommended tour of the resort’s erotic facilities, enjoyed a catered lunch from Anastacia’s, lolled on the white sugar-sand beach, dined on fresh desert crab at Chez Endine, and danced until dawn at Club Regine. That morning they made passionate love and slept like babies in their queen-sized womb-bed.
The next five days were filled to the brim with all manner of exciting, sensual, and pleasurable activities. One of the highlights for both females was bareback riding on actual Andrequues! That was on day four! Even though Wanda and Jeanie rode the beasts for less than two hours, they experienced so many mind-shattering orgasms, that neither could walk or talk for the rest of the day.
Andrequues were now among the rarest beasts in the galaxy. Brutally hunted to near extinction by reptilian and humanoid males in the pre-Matriarchal period (1000 Earth years [750 galactic years] ago), the few that remained bred freely in only three places in the entire galaxy. One was a huge protected preserve on their native planet, Beowulf. The second was the Royal Rare-Species Preserve on New Regis. The third and final place where Andrequues bred freely was on the blue plains of Venus XIV. Scooping all the other on-planet resorts, Lerus 6 had an exclusive permit from the Galactic Council to capture and tame a limited number of the sentient beasts for pleasure riding.
What made the handsome, silken-haired, four-legged Andrequues so desirable for riding is that the males had a special appendage on their backs. With its fore-skin peeled back, the appendage, known as a pro-cock, resembled a humanoid penis. The key difference was that it was thicker and longer than typical humanoid cocks, plus it had a clustered protrusion near its base. The pro-cock from the right animal would be a perfect fit for a suitably prepared humanoid female. Once impaled on the thing, a female would experience nearly continuous sexual stimulation, since in the right position, the clustered protrusion made direct contact with her clit. The fact that a male Andrequues could ejaculate up to 20 times an hour, or 150 times a day, either through its primary cock or its pro-cock was hardly lost on its female fans. The best part of all was that the beasts were able to sing directly to the female libido, evoking deeply satisfying erotic images and responses.
Chapter 2
“So, what should we do today, Wanda?” Jeanie Popcherry asked her friend. “You know it’s our last day here, and I want it to be the very best of all!”
Jeanie was a short, blue-haired cutie with silver pupils, flawless copper skin, and firm, pretty titties the size of peaches. Her friend, Wanda Fukhard, was a tall, powerfully built, bra-bursting female with iridescent mother-of-pearl skin, ebony eyes with gold pupils, and shoulder length tresses the colors of jade and copper. Both were stunningly gorgeous women whose physical beauty transcended race and sub-species.
“Well,” Wanda paused. “I’m going to get a full-body soak at Siroc after breakfast, then we’re heading to Nessa’s Café for lunch.”
“Siroc?!! You have an appointment at Siroc salon?!! Ooh, I am so fucking jealous!” shrieked Jeanie. She was noticeably distraught. “You must have made your appointment ages ago! Just six months ago, the waiting list got so darn long, that they stopped taking any more names. For almost 3 months before that, I tried getting an appointment without any success at all,” she moaned.
“Well, a little planning does go a long way, sweetie,” Wanda smirked, a smug grin crossing her face. “Besides, Trudy, the salon’s receptionist, says they’ve been making fewer appointments due to the recent shortage of Herculerian males. Apparently, there’ve been some contract problems between the resort and some of its suppliers. The word on street is that the Governing Council of Hercules Prime finally realized that their precious males were being stolen. Consequently, the costs of extraction have gone sky high.”
“It’s a real shame and a great loss to females everywhere,” Wanda continued. “Because I’ve heard that Herculerian semen is the richest, most emollient, most vitalizing cum that there is. They say it makes your entire body feel absolutely divine. It actually makes your skin as soft as a baby’s. And Siroc uses only the very freshest semen. They secure virgin teen males newly arrived from Hercules Prime - still wild, with their humongous ball sacs full to bursting with hyper-potent boy juice! It’s the exquisite nutrients from their native diet that makes their cum so special! Plus the fact that Herculerian males ejaculate just once a year. I’ve heard that it has something to do with their physiology. Because their specially evolved balls can hold over a gallon of semen, it’s quite spectacular (and rather painful) when they actually do cum!”
“Anyway, Siroc uses a secret technique that milks the fuckers completely bone-dry, right on the premises! You can actually hear the agonized wails of the poor fucks as their monstrous balls contract, right while you wait! At Siroc, they fill your tub with the stuff - still warm, thick, and frothy - mere seconds before lowering you into it. They must go through several dozen males just to serve a single client! My guess is that the salon uses one of the [galaxy’s] banned forced ejaculation methods. But no one can prove it, since they never let anyone watch.”
“Ohmigod! You don’t mean the ones that milk a male so violently that he usually expires, do you?” Jeanie gasped.
“Something like that; but I’ll never tell,” her friend replied. “And neither will you!”
“Hmm! I’d never say anything anyway. How could you even think that, Wanda?” Jeanie pouted.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Okay?” Wanda said, trying to appease her friend. “It’s just that I’ve been waiting for well over a year for this! I guess I’m a little anxious!”
“Well I can certainly understand that! Cum soaks at Siroc are the envy of females throughout the galaxy! Damn, I sure wish it were I who was going!” Jeanie replied enviously, before pausing to take some deep breaths. “At least, we have reservations at Nessa’s. Don’t we?”
“What do you think, girl?!” Wanda replied. “You, of all people, should know how much I enjoy dining there!”
“Yeah, and I’ll bet my ass it’s not the menu that’s making you cream right now, you slut,” Jeanie chuckled.
“If you must know, the café’s special today is braised Rojan, with Lasatian Tor butter. You know that nobody prepares Rohan like Nessa’s,” Wanda countered. “And served with their melted Tor butter, it’s so good, that it actually makes your pussy water!”
“Oh God, don’t even remind me!” Jeanie said, licking her lips and fingering her crotch. “The last time I had Rohan, I came four times! They had to carry me out of the restaurant, my legs got so weak. Ahhhh!” For several seconds Jeanie is lost in the erotic memory of it all. Regaining her composure, she added, “I am definitely going to enjoy that.”
Chapter 3
Of course, men were also welcome guests in Nessa’s Café, but only so long as they "behaved".
Basically, that meant no violence or sexual harassment of any kind. Without exception, it precluded hitting, yelling, swearing, or any evidence of anger. It also precluded any fondling, touching, or rude comments or gestures. Gawking, leering, and drooling were also big no-no’s. And, worst of all, prolonged erections were expressly forbidden. Naturally, any masturbation or even touching oneself was absolutely out of the question for any male. The restrictive rules were there, ostensibly, to protect the café’s “delicate” female patrons.
Unfortunately for the few male guests allowed in the restaurant, the great majority of the café’s “delicate” patrons seemed to display a strong penchant for extremely vicious cock-teasing.
For some reason, Nessa’s predominant customers were drop-dead gorgeous females. At a typical sitting, nearly 50 stunning females from all human-inhabited parts of the galaxy could be found in lively conversation and camaraderie with each other at the café’s ingeniously shaped tables. Almost every aspect of the café was designed to please discerning female tastes - the sumptuous wall décor, the exquisite table settings, the heated wood floors, the luxuriant jungle of trees, ferns, and flowering bushes, the sun streaming in from the full-roof skylight, the slow erotic music, and, most of all, the absolutely heavenly cuisine!
So why would males dine there? For one, Nessa’s served some of the best cuisine in the galaxy. Two, it was the only restaurant on the entire resort willing to serve them. The third reason males dined there was that they were forcibly sent.
* * * *
“Damn, I didn’t make the cut today!” Brulo cursed to his work buddy.
“You know what that means,” Mejax said. “It’s lottery time for you, bud. I really don’t envy you that.”
Brulo was a hulking male with grayish-green eyes and a short mane of striped brown hair as fine as cat fur. His arms had grown as massive as boabab limbs from years of swinging hammers against stone. His powerful legs were size of oak tree trunks. But it was his six-foot fur-covered tail that was his most impressive feature.
"Do you think the stories are true?" Brulo asked of his friend, "That no guy ever returns 'intact' from these lunches?"
"Well, I've been locked up here for ten years, and I've yet to see any guy who was sent over there ever return back to his old job," Mejax replied. "Seems like they always get reassigned to some other part of the planet. Then you never ever hear from 'em again. It's gotta make you wonder."
Brulo shivered. "Well, I just hope that I'm not one of the guys chosen. And, just between you and me, Mejax, if I do survive this damn lottery, I'm sure not gonna ever slack on my duties again."
"Sounds like good advice to me, buddy," Mejax said. "Oh, and by the way, good luck."
"Thanks, I'll sure need it," Brulo replied.
Chapter 4
For any males unlucky enough to be shipped there, Lerus 6 was little better than prison. Of course, for females, it was a different story entirely.
Lerus 6 was a resort exclusively for females - very select humanoid females. Females from nearly every planet across the galaxy were pampered here in every imaginable way. They were fed the most exquisite food and intoxicants. They were bathed, massaged, and perfumed with the rarest exotic oils, fluids, and fragrances. An unparalleled selection of the galaxy’s most exclusive bodywear and accessories was available duty-free in the resort’s boutiques. Females could ride some of the most powerful and most orgasm-inducing saddle animals in the galaxy. They could attend classes in culinary magic, sensual music, erotic sculpture, ultimate orgasms, sexual domination, and male-crippling defensive arts. Erotic entertainments for female tastes, both virtual and in the flesh, were a resort specialty. Guests were able to virtually indulge any sexual fantasy that they could imagine. As for body and soul, supreme master mind-body practitioners were on hand to heal guests of nearly every possible illness, ailment, phobia, or psychosis. Guests could even have their physical appearance transformed by some of the most skilled transgenetic surgeons and body artists alive.
To preserve its uncontested reputation as the galaxy’s most exclusive destination, Lerus 6 maintained stratospherically high admission standards. Only women of exceptional beauty, talent, or accomplishment were allowed entry. Mere wealth or power was not enough. The result was a rare concentration of some of the most desirable females in the entire galaxy.
The resort was owned, operated, and staffed entirely by females. The performers, instructors, and physical specialists were all female. Even resort security was performed by females. The most physically intimidating Amazon warriors to be found were recruited from throughout the galaxy in order to secure the safety of the resort’s guests.
Whether bred locally or “inducted” for service from the far reaches of the cosmos, males were prisoners here. They lived in barracks, endured strict military discipline, and ate bland, chemically engineered gruel. The cold, bitter, and tasteless slop supplied just enough nutrition to keep them healthy.
Males performed all the menial labor on Lerus 6. They cooked, cleaned, and washed. They dug ditches, cleared sewers, moved rock, and laid roads. They tilled the land and harvested the crops. They raised and demolished buildings. Males were harnessed into great teams to haul heavy loads and move massive structures. Any work too boring, distasteful, or hazardous for civilized females was assigned to males. Even the personal servants loaned to the resort’s pampered guests were either eunuchs or castrati.
Punishment for males guilty of theft, defiance, sabotage, or laziness was swift and severe. Depending upon the severity of the offence, perpetrators were either maimed, castrated, or terminated.
To keep them under control in the presence of female guests, all males at Lerus 6 were surgically fitted with hormone-restrictors. These were bio-electrical devices worn around the neck that controlled the release of key hormones and neurotransmitters. They kept the males docile and cooperative. Yet, the clever devices left them strong enough for strenuous work and clear-headed enough to solve the difficult problems that frequently complicated their assignments.
Of course, there were side effects. For one, the devices dramatically heightened the male sex drive. Yet, they also suppressed the male compulsion to force himself upon a female. Naturally, this kept the males on Lerus 6 extremely sexually frustrated.
The captive males’ only authorized sexual release was masturbation, and that was only allowed for forty minutes a week. Twice each week, for twenty minutes a pop, males were permitted to go into the worker's spunk chamber to relieve themselves. The sole caveat was that they had to ejaculate into chilled vacuum bottles. The bottles kept their precious sperm both vital and alive. This was for the exclusive pleasure of the resort’s guests, who put it to various uses, including as an erotic aperitif or as one of the finest emollients available.
Males whose cum blasts missed the bottle were brutally punished. They typically got “volunteered” as crunch targets in the well-attended ball-busting classes offered to the resort's guests. Sadly, most of these “volunteers” ended up as castrati, no longer of decent sexual use to any female.
At all other times, males were physically constrained from masturbating. Upon arrival, all males were fitted with ingeniously crafted chastity belts. The belts let them pee and defecate without any need to touch their cocks or balls.
Other than in the spunk chamber, there were only four other instances when males were allowed out of their chastity belts. One, was while they were performed sexual favors for resort guests. Females who desired this service selected their vacation lovers from an interactive menu. Males selected were obliged under pain of castration to gleefully deliver whatever the female requested. The second instance when males were freed of their belts was while they were guests of Nessa’s Café. Unfortunately, as will be seen, this proved to be more often a curse than a blessing. The third instance was while they were designated participants in any arena or festival sporting event. The fourth instance was when males retired to the Male Village.
After 20 years of certified service, males were eligible for a pension. It was enough to enable them to live as free individuals in the Male Village. The Male Village was a self-sufficient, comfortably livable compound, carved out of the surrounding hostile landscape almost a century ago. It was located on the far side of Venus XIV in a remote, virtually inaccessible region of forbidding terrain and homo-toxic carnivorous vegetation. Elaborate defenses surrounding the compound prevented all but the most determined attempts at escape. Plus, the village was remote enough from the planet’s other inhabited areas, that incursion upon any female enclave was virtually impossible.
Chapter 5
Purely by chance did a male earn the “privilege” of dining in Nessa’s Café. Any male maintaining less than adequate work performance was automatically entered into the daily dining lottery. Each day there were six “winners”. Each winner had the choice of lunch or dinner. Lunch was by far the most popular option, since those choosing lunch could take the rest of the afternoon off once they returned. Winners were highly motivated to accept their award, since the alternative was immediate involuntary castration.
The resort's very best male workers, being far too valuable, were spared from the lottery. Instead, they enjoyed a daily buffet of leftover food donated by several of the resort’s restaurants. The day’s top-performing worker, though, earned an extra special bonus. He was treated to an exquisite meal from Nessa’s “room-service” menu. The meal was served in a private, highly-secure dining room on the edge of the men’s barracks. Accompanying the meal were two females - one of the Café’s stunning serving maids and an Amazon security guard. Any extra services that the serving maid was willing to render, subject to the approval of the security guard, were totally gratis.
Those males whose work performance was unacceptable, however, were entered into a different daily lottery – one with rather dire consequences. Eight randomly selected “winners” were entered as sparring opponents in the resort’s ongoing Amazon ranking trials.
Rather than pitting them against each other, the inhumanly powerful Amazon guards of the Lerus 6 security force earned relative rankings by brutally battering "volunteered" males in unarmed combat in an open arena. To the Amazons, these ranking trials were a big deal indeed. They determined each guard’s pay and privileges. For each ten-minute bout, a panel of five females awarded points based upon the aggressiveness, power, and health of the selected male opponent, combined with the degree of damage inflicted upon him, the power of the attack, and the finesse exhibited therein by the Amazon contestant. To discourage quick kills, the death of a male opponent before the signaled end of the match resulted in the loss of 75% of the points earned by the Amazon victor. And, stars forbid, any Amazon who lost her contest was deprived of pay and privileges for an entire ranking cycle – approximately two weeks. Needless to say, only a handful of male volunteers had ever ended up victorious. And when they had, they usually ended up mysteriously "missing" several days later.
Chapter 6
Today there were six males who’d earned the "honor" of dining at the café. Entering via a side entrance, they were ushered by eunuch attendants into a small chamber. There, their chastity belts were removed and their bodies were bathed and powdered. Finally they were clothed in loose silk robes that blatantly exposed their cocks, without the protection of any underwear. Once the males were suitably prepared, they were ushered into the main dining area.
Male diners at Nessa’s Café could linger and eat as much as they liked, so long as they broke none of the rules. As was mentioned before, erections were tolerated, since, in the highly sexed atmosphere of the café, they were inevitable. But if any male’s erection persisted too long, more than ten minutes, it was taken as an affront – a serious sign of disrespect to the females present. [Actually, any female able to induce a such a rock-hard cock response felt pretty pleased with herself, though she would hardly admit that to any male present.]
Upon the commission of any infraction, Amazon security would be summoned. The offending male’s hands would be bound behind his back, and he would be gagged into silence. The Amazons would force him onto a special raised dais in the center of the room, where he would await sentencing by a “jury” of three randomly selected café guests. Certain guidelines had to be followed, though. For example, the minimum sentence allowed were swift kicks in the nuts from each member of the jury. The maximum sentence was “martial correction” by a team of Amazon security guards. Though, whatever the sentence, it needed to be both painful and degrading. After the sentence was carried out, the café’s guests were free to do as they pleased with the offender, as long he was neither killed nor fatally injured.
At the jaw-dropping spectacle of so much prime exposed female flesh, not to mention an excess of juicy bald pussies, the six male diners became instantly harder than stone upon entering the dining room. Each realized at once that he was in dire mortal peril.
Wanda Fukhard took it upon herself to make the first move. She quickly chose her victim – a raven-haired purple-skinned male with a 26cm (just over 12 inches) cock. The male, Tran, desperately tried to think about something, anything, that would cause his raging bone to wither. Yet, nothing, not even the image of his grandmother’s decaying corpse being devoured by ghastly Texamus maggots could bring him any relief.
Squeezed into a skin-tight ivory-colored micro-sheath that ended just above her smooth-shaved pubes, her pendulous breasts jiggling lewdly in the low-cut garment, Wanda Fukhard was clearly dressed to drain cock, and plenty of it. Her long, bare, gently muscled legs were displayed to cock-stretching advantage in cream-colored spike-heels. Her gold pussy ring gleamed sensuously in the filtered sunlight as she strode closer to Tran.
Unfortunately for Tran, he found Wanda deeply arousing. And the wicked vixen sensed exactly how intensely turned on he'd become.
“My oh my! So much steel-hard man-meat!” she declared, licking her lips as she eyed Tran’s fiercely twitching monster. “Well, we can’t let that go to waste, can we!”
“Please spare me miss, I didn’t mean to be so disrespectful,” Tran pleaded, praying fervently for his erection to wither.
“Oh really!” Wanda replied. “Well why is your thing bobbing up and down so violently? It really looks like it might explode any second. Have you no control at all? Perhaps, this will help you to relax.” Wanda then proceeded to raise her right leg onto a nearby table. Her fat pussy was in full view of the hapless Tran, and it literally dribbled with juice. With her extended leg so lewdly displayed on the table, Wanda spread her dripping cunt lips apart, slipping two fingers deep inside her slot as she did so.
Of course, this had the exact opposite effect on Tran. His cock jerked forcibly upwards, striking, then bouncing off of the male’s rock-hard eight-pack abdomen.
“Oops, that didn’t relax you at all, did it?” Wanda teased. “Hmm, sweetie. You only have another couple of minutes, before you are in violation of the house rules." "Things don’t look too good for you, do they?” she laughed.
Despite his formidable reputation as a mountain of muscle who struck fear and awe in the hearts of other males, mighty Tran whimpered like a child in the face of that statement, especially being in the café. He knew that his fate was all but sealed.
“Well I can’t wait that long. I’ll have to take matters into my own hands,” she said. Wanda Fukhard wasted no time at all. She strode right up to Tran, grabbed his hard cock in her soft hot hands, and rammed it right up her sopping slot. For Tran, that was an instant rule violation!
“Imagine the cheek of this disgusting creature publicly violating my helpless pussy like that!” Wanda shrieked. “Especially in this sacred epicurean sanctuary for females!”
Amazon security snapped to attention, and surrounded the offender immediately. But Wanda waived them away. She wasn’t quite yet done with Tran.
Tran tried to pull out, but Wanda grabbed him tightly about the waist. Then she rammed her streaming pussy even harder onto Tran's throbbing spear. Next, she rocked her pelvis slowly back and forth over his captive cock. Her fuck rhythm increased as her arousal grew. She was literally rattling her victim as she repeatedly slammed her stuffed love box into Tran’s groin. As she entered the throes of orgasm, her incomparable cunt muscles, the ones that had earned her this vacation, squeezed Tran’s turgid tool like a vise.
Tran closed his eyes and gasped. Instantly, he started blasting wads of the richest royal blue cock-cream into Wanda’s slick tight fuck box. Tran realized that in that moment, his life, as he knew it, was finished.
“Security, I’m being assaulted! Where the hell are you!!” Wanda yelled, barely suppressing her [mock] distaste. Yet, besides the torrent of spunk blasting from his balls, Tran had not moved a muscle to defend himself. By the archaic laws of men he was innocent, but those ancient patriarchal laws clearly didn’t apply here.
Instantly, Amazon security was at Wanda’s side, but she quickly waved them away, again. She was still not quite ready to relinquish her victim.
“This vile excuse for life disrespects me with his disgusting swollen meat stick, then uses it to pollute me with his toxic seed. What in the galaxy makes these creatures behave so rudely?” Wanda grunted, as she squeezed another copious blast of blue cum from Tran. Over a mere five minutes, her thirsty cunt had drained the once mighty Tran of nearly a quart of cum and nearly all of his precious life-force. Finally finished, she let Tran’s lifeless cock slip out of her still hungry twat. Tran was so debilitated that he crumpled to the floor.
“Security, come get this vile wretch!” she screamed.
Shaking their heads both in awe and amazement, Amazon security proceeded to drag the poor fucker onto the dais for sentencing. In his condition, no one expected him to survive the sentence.
Wanda’s sole regret was that most of Tran’s cum was wasted on the floor. “Damn fucker could not control himself!” she scowled to herself.
“Just look at what he did to my dress!” she yelled at the other male diners. A blue stain had begun to creep up the front of her ultra-sexy highly obscene garment. The five remaining males trembled with terror, even as their treacherous cocks throbbed with intense arousal from the nasty little scene they’d all just witnessed.
The lewd coupling had so aroused one of the males, a big blonde one named Zink, that he’d started to stroke himself.
Wanda turned upon him with the speed of a viper. “Oh poor baby can’t hold his seed! You pathetic excuse for life!” she taunted.
With no warning whatsoever, she swung her leg back and delivered a killing blow from the tip of her shoe square into the center of Zink’s dangling cluster. An eerie scream issued from Zink’s throat just before he crumpled to the floor, madly clutching his crippled nuts.
Amazon security quickly and brutally dealt with him.
Still horny, Wanda Fukhard grabbed another one of the male diners. This time it was a strapping gold-skinned redhead with a heavily veined 42 cm cock as thick as a coke can. With Amazon security close behind, Wanda dragged him by his still stiff staff into a Plexiglas viewing booth to finish him off at her leisure.
The three remaining males were at their wits end. Each desperately sought to close his eyes while praying for a rapid seat assignment. But even this defense was forbidden. Neither was any male allowed to look down at the floor. A male’s only allowable chance of avoiding a charge of “sexual harassment” was to focus on the décor. Unfortunately, even that was purposely designed to arouse their libidos. Covering the gold-paneled walls were sensuously-rendered oils of incredibly erotic naked women lewdly coupling with each other in all the positions of the Kama Sutra.
Unfortunately, the males were now being distracted by the café’s stunning serving staff.
Nessa’s servers were some of the most gorgeous young females on the planet. Each was gifted with firm natural breasts and an awesomely curvaceous body. On the job, they were clad only in the tiniest silver aprons. Since it was forbidden for a male to ignore any woman speaking to him, the three remaining males were forced to acknowledge the serving girls, all of whom vigorously clamored for their attentions.
The diabolical young wenches were constantly bending over in full sight of the males, ostensibly to pick up serving utensils that never seemed to stay on their trays. Whether from practice or otherwise, the girls’ fat pussy lips always seemed to beckoningly gape wide-open every time they bent over. The effect on the remaining males was utterly devastating.
“From the looks of them, I don’t think a single one is going to survive until the seating assignment,” one particularly busty serving girl giggled to her friend. “Watch this,” she said.
With that, she bent over and pulled her plump pussy lips completely apart. While still upside down, she smiled directly at the three males, asking each one if he thought her pussy was too fat.
The sight of this awesomely sexy girl with an impossibly slender waist and melon-sized tits that dangled like pendulums, her luscious cunt wide open for penetration, was too much for two of the remaining male guests. Involuntarily, as if hypnotized, they moved their hands to pat down the incandescent lust violently inflaming their throbbing organs. That was it for them.
Seemingly from nowhere, four Amazon security guards arrived to escort the poor fucks to the basement, where they would, undoubtedly, perish.
The two would be taken downstairs to the “play chamber” where they would be brutally punished for their transgressions by utensil-wielding Amazon “correctors”. All female diners were invited to watch, and even participate in, the ensuing degradation. Although the main activity was employing the most creative ways to pulverize a male’s gonads, absolutely nothing was off-limits.
After having his nuts permanently mangled by knee lifts, power kicks, foot stomps, and blows from heavy utensils, the hapless male was forced to tongue-clean the asses of any, or often all, of the female guests present. He might also be forced to bend over and be repeatedly butt-fucked by females wearing monster strap-on dildos. And of course, none of these “play” sessions could be called complete without abusing the male’s mouth as a human toilet for any female who wished to relieve herself. If the Amazon correctors were especially randy, they might then hose off the male with cold water, anchor him in place, then use him as a martial arts dummy.
When the correctors were done destroying the offender, unless he was too severely injured to return to work, his lifeless carcass would be dragged back to the barracks. Otherwise, he was quickly terminated and disposed of.
Chapter 7
Only one male was left, and he was in quite a state. His name was Brulo, and he was so aroused that the slightest touch would surely have set him off.
“You vile nasty creatures! How dare you publicly parade your disgusting organs in our chaste domain!” railed a knock-out blonde sitting with her legs crossed in a most unladylike way. “Yes, I’m talking to you, cat man!” she declared to the sole male left.
Her name was Siria. She was simply magnificent.
Large radiant green eyes with gold flecks. Lustrous golden hair that cascaded the full length of her back. Sensuous mouth with full lips. Heart-shaped face with a flawless ebony complexion. Firm cantaloupe-sized breasts that virtually burst out of a low-cut skin-tight emerald green dress slit up the side all the way to her impossibly narrow waist. Long, impressively muscled legs, shown to devastating advantage by that marvelous dress. Cream-colored open-toed high-heeled sandals that highlighted the most beautiful feet in the room.
Brulo’s eyes rolled back in his head at the cock-stirring sight of Siria’s fully exposed pussy in such an exquisite garment. His admirable 26-cm cock was already leaking copious pre-cum. Since his cock had been hard, actually beyond hard, for well over ten minutes, Brulo was now clearly in violation of the café’s rules.
Assuming that Brulo's fate was sealed, the café’s patrons now amused themselves by plotting how to degrade this fucker in the most obscene fashion imaginable. First, they had security tie Brulo’s massive arms behind his back so that he wouldn’t be able spill his seed prematurely. Next they forced him into a chair and had his feet secured, so that he couldn't go anywhere.
But soon, every single female in the café could taste Brulo's desire for Siria. It was a potent swirling current that filled the room; and it drove the females, already highly aroused from the previous festivities, absolutely wild.
One after the other lined up to impale herself on Brulo's impossibly stiff member. Each female writhed in agony and ecstasy trying to swallow the monstrous member with her twat, while the rest of the room cheered her on. Brulo groaned feverishly and his hips bucked mightily as he fought to stem the flow of man sap from his bloated balls. Juices splashing wildly out her stuffed cunt, the impaled female would writhe through two or three orgasms, before another would pull her off and take her place. It was a dance of desire, the like of which the café had not seen for ages.
A few of the females had begun to play with Brulo's snapping tail. While two females held it still, a third proceeded to slowly feed it into her cunt. She shrieked with pleasure as the warm furry tip continued to flick wildly inside her love box. His second sensitive appendage now being stimulated, a growl of lust escaped from Bruno that sent erotic vibrations through everyone present. This made the females even crazier.
When they weren't fingering themselves as they watched the torrid action or fucking each other, the café's guests were busy ordering and eating. The serving girls had their hands full running back and forth from the kitchen with trays heaped with fragrant Vrill and savory Rohan or flask upon flask of incomparable Venusian wine and the rarest herbal elixirs from across the galaxy. Even so, a couple of servers still found time to engage in short rapturous interludes, grinding their hot wet pussies together in a sinuous dance keyed to the slow erotic rhythm of the lust-inducing music now playing in the foreground.
Although now the center of the action, the Brulo-induced orgy was by no means the only game going on. In the Plexiglas booth, Wanda Fukhard was doing unthinkable things to her red-haired, gold skinned victim.
Already Wanda had either fucked or sucked him through seven spectacular ejaculations. Each time he'd climax, a piercing scream would issue from him as his golden seed gushed messily out of Wanda's stuffed love box and splashed against the clear booth walls. Although the beast had long ceased being horny, Wanda kept him hard by wickedly forcing a finger or two up his anus directly into his prostate. Every time she entered orgasm, which seemed to be almost continuously, Wanda's powerful thighs mightily squeezed her victim's pelvis. Soon, everyone heard the piercing wails of the male's agony as his overstressed pelvic bones started to shatter. And still Wanda kept his cock hard.
When he eventually passed out from fluid exhaustion and the searing pain, Wanda had to reluctantly dismount her involuntary steed. Forcefully tearing themselves away from the smoking action in the center of the room, several Amazon security guards dragged his lifeless carcass down to the basement for subsequent “punishment". By this time, of course, none of the café's guests was the least bit interested in the judging anyone on the upstairs dais.
Exhausted but radiant, Wanda, accompanied by a large band of admirers, returned to join the Brulo-induced orgy, already in progress.
When the last willing female shakily dismounted from Brulo's still turgid member, the entire café broke into applause. Amazingly, despite all provocation, this male had resisted the urge to cum. That, in itself, earned him a pardon from any punishment. And on top of that, it had earned Brulo the right to sit and eat his fill of the café's unparalleled cuisine.
The only downside was that several of the patrons had started a bidding war for Brulo's tail. With Amazon security guarding the exits, Brulo sadly realized that he wouldn't be allowed to leave without giving that up.
Chapter 8
Back in their room after an unforgettable afternoon at Nessa's, Wanda and Jeanie were getting ready to do some final errands before packing up.
"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda!" Jeanie exclaimed, a bit awestruck, "I simply couldn't believe you in there."
"Yeah, I did get kind of worked up, didn't I?" Wanda admitted, her cheeks burning. "I just hadn't realized how horny I'd been for some really exotic cock until I saw those gorgeous fuckers in the café."
"Well you definitely outdid yourself," Jeanie added. "The café was so impressed, that they even gave you a certificate book good for a year of free dinners at their sister restaurant on Artemia!"
"Yeah, well that last fucker really brought out the slut in me," Wanda admitted, abruptly turning her face.
"Ohmigod! You're blushing!" Jeanie exclaimed. "Now that's something I thought I'd never see, especially from you."
"I'm not blushing, you hear!" Wanda snapped. "And don't you dare tell anyone else that I was, Jeanie." She looked fiercely at her friend for a few seconds for emphasis, then she added, "But he really was something, don't you think?"
"Listen, Wanda, I nearly creamed myself when you power-fucked that first creature," Jeanie said. "I'd thought that was incredibly impressive. But what you did to that red-headed hunk was simply the stuff of legend. God, just the size of his organ got me soaking wet! I must have fingered myself to seven climaxes during your little 'demonstration'. I barely had anything left for the Rohan, which was actually quite delicious."
"Alright already! Enough!" Wanda blushed. "We can talk about this later, okay? For now, I just want to do some serious shopping to wrap up what has been a simply awesome vacation."
"Shopping!" Jeanie declared. "Well, why the heck didn't you say so? Last one out the door pays at the first shop!"
End