Highly sexual and easily aroused, the women of Ranexx have many factors in their biology which make them natural slaves. Our heroine, Virgelina, is a pampered pleasure slave, sent by her Master to the Imperial Palace to compete to become an imperial pleasure slave to serve the Emperor. However, when Virgelina fails miserably, it is she, not her Master, who must face horrible treatment and tortures at the hands of Varius, the head imperial slave trainer. After days of torment, Virgelina is forced to confront her Master, who abandons her body to a cruel fate. Will Virgelina survive and find another Master to serve--and perhaps even love?
Warnings: This title contains very graphic language, violence, bdsm, degradation and golden showers.
In the fading sunslight, Virgelina was surprised when they eventually left the palace building and began walking along a path through a pasture. The air was warm, and the setting suns felt good on Virgelina's naked body. Arabans running and playing in the next pasture would have made her happy, if not for the weight of the punishment hanging over her head. Thankful to Justus for releasing her nipples, she felt a strange need to touch him, or speak to him about what had happened to her. Knowing direct communication with a Master was frowned upon on Ranexx, she contented herself with thinking about being his slave, under suns not yet risen. I wish I had the courage to speak to him, to tell him I have imprinted on him. I could be dead soon, so he should know. As they walked, the twin suns sank below the horizon, and on the opposite horizon they could barely see three of the nine silvery moons rising.
Justus led her to a large barn, opening the door to let light rush into the main hallway of the enormous building. Walking inside, she saw rows of stalls on each side of the center aisle. Immediately, she noticed that the stalls on the right were clean, well maintained, and housed large arabans. The mighty steeds looked well contented with fresh straw and large wall-mounted troughs containing food and water.
When Virgelina turned her head to the left, she was met with a quite different picture. These stalls were smaller, about one third the size, and they were filthy, unkempt places that seemed to have no troughs or buckets for the feeding of their occupants. Slavegirls, naked as was customary, were all chained into a bizarre kneeling position on the floor of each stall. Their faces and breasts pressed close to the filthy straw as their necks were chained close to the floor, leaving their nude bottoms thrust up to be viewed or used. All the girls' wrists had been cuffed tightly behind their backs, and every ass displayed fresh, red whip marks or cane strips. As the slaves turned there heads slightly to try to see who was behind them, she noticed the tethered slaves all had their heads shaven, but the cutting had been done haphazardly, leaving cuts, scrapes and tufts of hair on the shorn heads. These slavegirls were now crude caricatures of their former beautiful selves.
Looking closer at her sister slaves, she noticed their knees were forced apart by metal bars cuffed between them so that their bulging cunt lips were exposed. Set off against the angry redness of their bottoms, their engorged pleasure bulbs hung down obscenely.
Yet why are their clits so engorged, swollen as if they were experiencing sexual pleasure? They have been tormented, punished with what must have been terrible pain, and it seems unlikely they have felt much pleasure in this place. It was obvious to Virgelina that while this barn was a sheltered home away from their pastures to the arabans, it was a living hell of pain and humiliation for slavegirls.
Justus fairly pulled her along to an empty stall, but she stopped at the stall door, disgusted by the awful stench of the place. Moving forward only at Justus' insistence, she cringed at being forced to her knees and chained like the other slavegirls. It was all too much, and inside she snapped from the impending terror. Looking at the finely detailed Maldorian sword that hung from Justus' belt, she blurted out fear-driven words through weeping eyes.
"Please, Master Justus, just kill this slave now. Slit her throat with your sword, it will be easy, and she promises to die with your face in her eyes. Please, this slave begs to have this cup taken from her lips. Strike quickly before she loses her nerve."