2 comments/ 30610 views/ 3 favorites Empire Ch. 01 By: margaritavillejack Empire Chapter 1: Captured The small v-shaped green-gray drop ships descended rapidly through the dark night sky of the remarkably earth like planet. Their engines whirred loudly in an attempt to slow their descent before they slammed into the ground. The pilots each had to delicately balance the safety of the ship with the need to get to the surface as quickly as possible before being blasted out of the sky by the planetary defense systems. Inside, the wine of the engines attached to the stubby wings was barely audible through the steel hull of the second ship. Strapped into their seats along the walls of the craft, soldiers dressed in gray body armor readied their weapons and checked their gear. The leader of the twelve men stood behind the pilot’s seat leaning forward as he watched the various indicators. The bright glow of the moon mixed with the dim red interior lights of ship to illuminate his sharp featured face. He turned and stepped down from the elevated cockpit and smiled a warm smile at his men. He ran a hand through his short hair before strapping on a helmet. His standard issue plasti-steel body armor mostly covered the urban camouflaged fatigues he wore. He spoke briskly. "Gentlemen, this is it, this is what you've trained for during the past five years. Stick together and remember your training and we’ll all come back from this mission, and when we do you’re all going to be very wealthy." His name was Cam Durai. He was their team leader and as such, responsible for making sure that these young men would make it through the fight. Most importantly though, at least in the mind of his commanding officers, was his responsibility to make sure that he returned with a profit. A bright blue blast of energy shot past the tiny vessel grazing the port engine assembly and causing it to rock violently. Durai held firmly to the railing attached to the low ceiling . The pilot reacted without hesitation, executing a sharp roll that tested the intestinal fortitude of the other passengers as another blast shot through the location they had been seconds before. He yelled into his headset, “Bravo-9 to Icharus, we are encountering surface fire. Requesting immediate support.” The pilot rolled the ship again as an energy blast rocketed past them. “I guess the surprise is shot.” yelled Durai, turning back to the pilot. “What that?” asked the pilot. “Not even close!” said the pilot smiling into his headset. High above the planet, several dozen large elongate ships orbited. The pilot’s request was received by the lead ship’s communications center, which relayed the signal to the bridge. On the bridge of the lead ship, Captain Brucha of the Icharus, a tall imposing man, especially wearing his neatly pressed, black Imperial Guard uniform, stood watching the planet below on the massive view screen. They had spent many months planning this attack. It was important to know who you're victim was. Imperial spies had spent many months scouting the planet. They had built an extensive profile of the people of this time world. The captain returned to his chair to continue watching the events unfold. Overlayed on the image were the positions of all his forces. He enjoyed the beauty of this planet’s wilderness. As planets went, this one was not very populated. Less than 50 million people called this tiny globe home. It was in fact one of the reasons Brucha had chosen this planet. Very few large cities, only minor military forces and the proximity to the border of Kumari territory made it an excellent target. The intercom crackled for a second and then the voice of the pilot could be heard. Brucha sat in his chair and listened to the pilot’s request. He paused for a moment and then gave the order to fire. The ship’s massive blast cannons came to life and began bombarding the planet’s defense outposts with massive energy blast. Massive explosions lit up on the surface of the planet as military centers were turned into charred rubble. Brucha sat for a moment fondling a slender chain that was draped across his lap. Attached to that chain was a thin black collar and the collar was fastened around the neck of a slender young creature who lie naked on a small mat at the foot of his chair. She was a tall beautiful young blonde. The captain picked up the chain with his thick arms, giving it a light tug. The resting beauty stirred and turned her head to look up. She smiled at the sight of her master. He reached down and stroked her head. "Come sit on my lap" he said. She obeyed her master's commands, quickly rising and finding her place on his lap. Brucha gently touched her face and pulled her closer. He kissed her luscious lips while running his hands up and down her long sleek thighs. "Return to our room and wait in bed for me. I will be along shortly." said Brucha quietly. "As you wish my lord." replied the beautiful blonde. As she rose from his lap he swatted her ass. Her head snapped around and she smiled mischievously at him. She mouthed a kiss at him and then swaggered off the bridge, her naked ass swishing gently as she walked. Back on the planet below, the shuttle carrying Cam Durai and his men zoomed closely along the surface. The pilot could see the city rapidly advancing and he called to Durai. Durai stepped up into the cockpit and looked forward through the glass canopy. On a display at the pilots side Durai pulled up a map of the city. “Try to find a drop site right about here. It’s a fairly affluent neighborhood and likely to give us a high return.” said Durai. “Rodger that.” responded the pilot as he punched the location into a computer. He toggled his mike on and radioed the other two ships following. “Bravo-Nine to Bravos-Ten and Eleven. Set drop coordinates to 135 mark 251.” “Copy that Bravo-Nine” replied the second pilot. “Coordinates received Bravo Nine” said the third pilot. Moments later all three shuttles slowed down over the rooftop of what appeared to be local college dormitory. The soldiers inside were already up and ready holding onto the overhead railing. Again the pilot thumbed his mike. “Bravo-9 to Bravos-10 and 11 we are Tango Zulu”. With that the rear of the shuttle opened and the occupants inside scrambled out jumping several feet to the flat rooftop. Durai was the first out and he crouched watching as the men evacuated the hovering shuttles. He could hear the air raid sirens sounding in the distance. Suddenly a bright blast flashed by his head and he rolled to the ground. The men dodged a flurry of energy blasts as they scrambled to find cover. The drop ships had emptied their cargo and quickly moved off to provide air support from above. On Durai’s ship, the gunner was busy laying down a steady stream of suppression fire. He found the source of the shooting and zoomed in with the targeting computer. Several guards from the university’s campus security were attempting to put up a fight. The gunner grinned not believing his eyes. He squeezed the trigger of the gun turret and a stream of energy blast turned the men into fried corpses. They had chosen the university as a site for central operations. It was surrounded by a prosperous neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. Many of the residents, mostly men, were beginning to put up a fight, but a week fight at best. They were armed with light phase pistols, designed for hunting, not combat. They shot from windows and roof tops and were easily spotted by the trained soldiers. Durai was not concerned as his men quickly dispatched of them , leaving the slaughtered bodies littering the streets. Within an hour they had successfully cleared most of the streets of gunners save for the random sniper. His men began to spread out, searching first the small building they had landed on finding nothing. Durai and his men burst through the door of the first house in the community. Inside they found a man with his wife and two teenage daughters huddled in a closet. Without hesitation Durai Blasted the man with his phase pistol. The wife and daughters screamed in terror. Durai's men quickly fell upon them. The girls attempted to fight the men off but to no avail. They were quickly shackled and dragged out of the house. The soldiers used the girls as cover. In the middle of the street, Durai's men began setting up a prison camp. Electro bolts had been driven into the concrete surface. To one bolt the wife and two daughters were shackled. Durai pulled a device from his pack. “Hold her!” said Durai pointing at the older woman. The men grabbed the wife and held her head as Durai scanned her retina with a small device. The woman spat at him. He smirked and moved on to the girls. They were young, maybe eighteen at the most. A few years of growing out and they would fetch a handsome price he thought to himself. “Strip them!” said Durai. As Durai was completing the cataloging process other members of his team had already searched several other houses. From the first house they brought out a beautiful young brunette and blonde, both in lingerie. They were both in their early twenties. Durai looked up at them and stepped closer cupping the blonde’s breast in his right hand. "Well, what do we have here?" asked Durai. "We found these two curled up together. I'm guessing they're a pair of dykes sir." said the man holding the brunette. "A couple of cunt lickers? Excellent, you two will do nicely. Strip them." he said, waving his hand with the command. With that his men quickly ripped the thin lacy material from the women's bodies, exposing their ripe breast and clean shaven cunts. Durai looked them over again as he ran a finger down the young blonde's stomach, and slowly sneaked a finger in between her thighs. The girl fought against her captor's hold snarling. "I'm going to enjoy training the two of you. Bolt them down." said Durai. The blonde spat at Durai who repaid her behavior with a slap to the face. "Stupid bitch!" he snarled. "You'll regret that!" said Durai as her turned away. Quickly the soldiers locked the women's shackles to the bolts planted into the concrete. Overhead another drop ship could be heard approaching. Underneath it, a large steel container was attached. It slowed on approach and hovered above them. “Go ahead and set her down.” said Durai to the pilot over the radio. A loud metallic clunk echoed as the container contacted the ground. By this time many more women had been brought out and were now chained to the pavement. They're sobbing and yelling was almost drowned out by the shuttles engines. In the distance explosions could still be heard. Overhead, other shuttles buzzed back and forth from the ships in orbit carrying large steel containers filled to the rim with the women of this plane. Durai and an assistant had quickly processed each woman, stamping their asses with a barcode which identified her as belonging to his unit. Thus far they had managed to capture close to 300 women in less than 2 hours. Durai’s men opened the cargo container and began loading women into it. One by one the women were drug naked, kicking and screaming into the large steel container where they were shackled to the walls or to the floor. One woman lay slumped on the concrete weeping, her eye was blackened from a fight with one of the soldiers. She was picked On board the Icharus Captain Brucha had returned to his quarters. As he entered the room he saw the beautiful young blonde who had been on the bridge with him. She lay sprawled naked on the bed watching him as he entered the room. He approached her and as he neared the bed extended a hand to her. She accepted the hand and pulled herself to her knees. He stood at the edge of the bed and slowly, she began undressing him. “What does my master wish for?” she asked running her fingers down his chest. “I wish to ravage your young body my dear Keely.” he replied, casually stroking her hair. The beautiful blonde responded by unzipping Brucha's Pants then slowly removing his massive cock. Slowly she worked her tongue around the head of his prick. He moaned as she slid her tongue down his hard cock. Keely worked her mouth up and down his shaft shoving its length down her throat as she took it to the hilt. With her free hand she cupped his nut sack and gently fondled it, massaging each testicle. Brucha moaned as he felt his cock slide down her throat. The intense sensation of her mouth wrapped around his cock and the fondling of his nuts quickly brought him to the edge. Keely sensed the oncoming explosion and pulled back allowing her master to shower her face with cum. Brucha used his shaft to smear the white cream all over his slaves face. “Mmmm” she moaned. “Thank you master.” Without a moment of hesitation Brucha lifted the girl and turned her around on the bed. He pressed his cock up against her ass and cupped her breast. She bent forward, on all fours now and spread her legs. Brucha ran a finger along her slit. She was dripping wet. He pressed his finger into her tight cunt and Keely let out a long slow moan. He withdrew his finger and replaced it with his thick cock. She cried out with the first thrust as he buried the massive rod inside her. With firm slow thrusts he began fucking his bitch. Meanwhile, the raiding parties were beginning to return with the spoils of war. Women were being herded out of the steel containers, chains rattling, and into a large hanger onboard the Icharus . They were separated by age and placed in large fenced pens where they huddled together in groups like cattle before the slaughter. As more were added some were pulled out by soldiers and carried to the sides of the large room where in processing stations had been set up. At each station was a large steel examination table on which a woman was strapped down. Doctors were poking and prodding at the women. The two daughters Cam’s men had captured were now strapped down on a table, naked and spread eagle. Cessily, only nineteen, was the oldest of the two, while Felicity was only eighteen. Cessily let out a shrill scream as a doctor began running a hand up and down her naked body. Above her a scanner ran back and forth along a track and an image of her body was displayed on a monitor. The doctor watched the monitor. “No major systemic problems, no disease. Thus far you have a clean bill of health young lady. Now for the pelvic examination.” said the doctor now cupping her left breast. It was not needed. The instrumentation he had at his disposal could do a better job at diagnosing any conditions than a physical exam, but that was not the reason they conducted the exam. The real reason was to violate the women. Accustom them to their new life, their new reason for existence. The doctor pumped a small amount of lubricant onto his gloved hand. Cessily watched horrified knowing what was about to happen. Standing beside the table the doctor gently reached between the young girls thighs and massaged the lubricant into her cunt. Cessily whimpered quietly and tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the doctor's fingers intrude her most private of parts. The doctor looked into her weeping eyes and smiled. "What an tight little pussy you have hear." said the doctor as he worked his fingers in and out of crevice. "I bet you'd like me to fuck it wouldn't you?" he taunted her. "Please, just let us go!" she gasped. From the a few feet away, Cessily heard her sister cry out. "Why are you doing this?" Cessily begged. The doctor had now picked up a speculum and moved around to the end of the table so that he could better access her pussy. "I'm doing this because I enjoy it." said the doctor sadistically. With that he crammed the steel speculum into the young girl who gasped at the intrusion by the cold piece of steel. The doctor quickly expanded the speculum and spread the lips of the young girls cunt. He leaned forward , placing his face in between her thighs and began examining her.