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Raiders of the Galaxy Ch. 01

By: TheFrenchGuy



Faurklath Brothel was the unique attraction of Clovern County, a small agricultural province on the smaller continent of Aktarqua. Aktarqua itself was of little interest, from both economical and strategic points of view. An average planet orbiting an average sun, far from the Empire’s sphere of attraction.

Aktarqua’s inhabitants were but quite aware of the Empire’s life. News was mostly provided by merchants’ ships that came trading grain for obsolete (from the Empire’s point of view) technology. However, gossips from the court and the last trends of music fashion were only relevant to a small fraction of the population of Mahaktarqua, the planet’s capital.

Little was known about the space pirates on Aktarqua and it was without any fear that one day, Faurklath welcomed Negous, the space pirate, in his brothel. It wasn’t his brothel of course. Lady Faurklath (that’s how she wanted to be named but everybody called her Madam in her back) ruled the place.

Negous was not alone. He had brought his four lieutenants. Four fierce warriors, ready to stand tall in front of their chief. In fact, they did after Negous replied to Lady Faurklath’s invitation to make his choice.

"You don’t know us, Lady," he said, "It’s our honour as men to be chosen by the women. And we will give the honor back by giving them the most intense pleasure they will ever have in their entire lifetime. Men, undress!"

First abashed, the house girls restrained their laughter. Then, their stares went from amazement to envy as the men unveiled their manhood. Four strong sexes rising high, each of a size no woman of the entire planet had ever seen. Still, they all cried in surprise when Negous revealed his own tool. It was like a third forearm had grown up between his legs and it was fully erected besides its supposed heaviness.

Mine, mine, the girls came shouting all at once but Lady Faurklath put them to order.

"Nobody but me will have this jewel. This way, Sir," she showed to Negous, ignoring Faurklath’s bulging eyes and open mouth.

Then the girls started a fight, six women for only four men was a little too much.

"Easy, ladies," said the older lieutenant, "There’s enough strength in each of us to satisfy you all, and more than once.

"You’re right brother," said the other one, "And I’ll be glad to honor two of you instead of one right now.

"So will I," said the third.

"That’s settled," said the older, "Now, ladies, it’s up to you."

The hall emptied in a blink. Only remained a stupendous Faurklath. He had been mystified by his wife but she wasn’t going to get along with it that way. He went upstairs to his own apartment. Then, he silently counted little steps on the floor and kneeled. Lowering his eye to the floor, he managed to see what was going on in Lady Faurklath’s room. She didn’t know it of course or else he would have been dead long ago.

Lady Faurklath and Negous were both getting naked.

"What is your name, sweet hostess?" Negous asked.

"Just call me Lady Faurklath," she answered.

"That sounds nice and honorable but that’s not a name that can be easily whispered in a lover’s ear in the heat of passion."

Lady Faurklath almost blushed.

"Cinda. That’s my maiden name.

"So become the maiden you were and come to me, Cinda."

Hypnotized, Cinda approached Negous and fell to her knees. His pole was hanging like a tree branch over her head and she began licking it all the way up. She tried to swallow its fist-sized head but she choked. Giving Negous a sorry glance, she licked the gland while stroking him with both hands. Negous showed no emotion but few words of encouragement.

"That’s nice, Cinda...Tame my manhood, gentle maid."

After a few minutes, seeing that her actions were engendering no significant reaction from her partner, Cinda stopped.

Negous’s stare almost frightened her. She resumed her stroking and talked to him with a little voice.

"My Lord, you are indeed the most well endowed man I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I wonder how my sex would be able to welcome this beauty."

Negous roared.

"Do not fear me, dear Cinda. I don’t intend to cause you any harm, on the contrary. The size of my tool measures up the new heights of pleasure you will reach.

"I don’t know if I’m ready yet...

"Indeed, you’re not," Negous replied, "Let me handle this for you."

His enormous hands reached for her hips and lifted her into the air. Cinda gave a little scream of surprise and in his room, Faurklath jumped. Negous laughed of her reaction and started throwing her upwards and catching her falling, like she was a baby until she too laughed.

"There..." he said, "you seem to be in a better mood, now. Let’s get it on."

Sitting on the couch, he turned her around, putting her legs on his shoulders. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks and parted them, displaying her snatch and ass hole. Still laughing, he spat on her lips and buried his face between her thighs.

Things had gone too fast for Cinda and when she regained her thoughts, she found she was upside down, tied to Negous’s tongue, her face pressed against his muscular belly. The man was licking her fiercely, moving her body like it was an ice cream. She put her arms around his waist, without circling him.

"Grab the pole," shouted a voice coming from her legs.

Coming to order, she reached for Negous’s stick, squeezing it hard to regain her balance.

The pirate was soaking her wet. His tongue was on her clit, lapping it like a dog. Seconds after, he was thrusting it into her vagina, moving it like an exploring finger.

Cinda had never received such treatment before. Being used like a puppet was more exciting than Negous’s unromantic caresses. And soon, her own juices joined Negous’s saliva dripping slowly on her belly. When she started moaning, Negous grabbed her waist with a single arm and plugged his other hand fingers into her wet cavern, his tongue sliding to explore her ass hole.

In no time, Cinda felt her inner parts shivering and let the orgasm submerge her consciousness. Her grip on Negous’s still erect manhood tightened, that the pirate didn’t seem to mention. However, without letting Cinda catch her breath, he twirled her body in the air and laid her surprisingly softly on the couch. He grabbed his muscular sex and positioned it between Cinda’s thighs. Then, without a word of warning, he made his way between her inner lips.

Cinda’s eyes bulged out as the pillar of flesh entered her vagina, stretching her intimate muscles to limits never reached before. She screamed, more surprised than hurt that this monster could fit in without tearing her.

Above them, Faurklath stared in awe at the inhuman sex that his spouse’s could not engulf entirely. His jealous feelings climaxed when Cinda shouted out words he never had heard when she allowed him to have sex like husband and wife.

"Oh Lords...Oh Lords, yes!...Yes! More, more, MORE!!"

Her cries became a litany following the rhythm of Negous’s strokes. Soon, bumping sounds resonated throughout the brothel as the couch head crashed on the wall with his every hard pumping moves. Her body tossed, Cinda didn’t care, lost in an ever-rising tide of pleasure. She was on the verge of her most intense orgasm. Though blinded by the sensation, she became amazed by the feeling of Negous’s steel hard pipe growing bigger. True, the pirate was showing signs of excitation : red face, hard breathing, his hands gripping Cinda’s hips firmer.

"There, Cinda," he warned her, "receive my precious semen...now!"

As he let go, he greeted his orgasm with a deep roar of fulfillment that Cinda joined with her climaxing cries.

The door swung open and a berserk Faurklath jumped on Negous’s back, stabbing him with a butcher’s knife. The pirate, weakened by the orgasm, swung his arms into the air trying to get rid of that deadly fly. To no avail.

"Help, my comrades, help!!!" he shouted to the top of his lungs.

Unfortunately, his lieutenants were quite busy at that moment and when they appeared at the bedroom door, they found their chief lying in his blood, mounted by Faurklath still stabbing. Quickly, two of them disarmed the madman, another took care of a hysterical Cinda and the older brought a glass of water to the bleeding man.

He was still alive but there was nothing to do to save him.

"Listen, my old friend," he whispered, "My time has come, now. Too soon....Remember that lesson : watch out for the jealous husband!"

His laugh turned into a cough.

"Quick...listen carefully," he said hastily, "With the privilege of age, you are the chief of the Hoard now. With this, you become...(cough)...you become the depository of our secret. Take this, he said, handing a small silver key to his successor. It opens a little chest in my cabin. You will find all you need...(cough)...to know..."

His voice weakened. Slowly, the new chief put his head back on the ground.

"What did he say?" the younger lieutenant asked.

"Stand tall for the pride of the Hoard."

To be continued...

Raiders of the Galaxy Ch. 02



Negous, the fearsome space pirate has been stabbed to death while on shore leave in a brothel of planet Aktarqua...

Inside the pirates' fleet, news of Negous's death spread at lightspeed. Back aboard the flagship No Mercy, Vichnaz, Negous's older lieutenant, made an official announcement.

"Comrades! Today is a sad day for the Hoard. As you may already know, Negous, Head of the Hoard, has died. Until his body is brought back to our homeworld and burnt according to our rites, there will be no shore leave. To honor his memory, lights will be dimmed in all ships and all crewmembers will wear a dark scarf. Pride to the Hoard!

"Pride to the Hoard!" the answer roared throughout the fleet.

Lights were dimmed, hatches were sealed and five pirate ships left Aktarqua's orbit.

**

Darkness was slowly crawling its way upon the northern valleys of Charchyza. Spread across the largest continent like a fan, the valleys nursed large plantations of alimentary products thus gaining their name of "Empire's Food Garden". Plantations were run by the same families that had settled on this world many centuries ago. Heads of these clans ruled their domains like little kings, exploiting the descendants of the settlers not lucky enough to arrive early enough to claim a piece of this agricultural treasure.

Bone was the only sibling of such a poor family. His ancestors had arrived 200 years before thus giving him a sort of respectability when the newcomers were treated like dirt. There were still newcomers although they had nothing to gain emigrating to Charchyza. The Clans needed more and more handwork and the local serfs were becoming reluctant to breed any more bound-to-slavery children.

Bone was his name and he was only named this because of the skinny figure that the less than wholesome meals he had had provided him. Despite his parents' sacrifices and the hard outside work, he never bore the muscles his father shown.

When it became obvious that Bone would never be as productive in the fields as any other serf, he was sent to the House of the Clan. Maybe there he would be of some use. It just so happened that one of the House maids had died from giving birth, allowing him to find his place among the House workers. Maybe it was his slenderness or his frail-looking traits that made him attractive to Lady Mykowitch, the spouse of Lord Mykowitch, head of Mykovitch Valley. He soon became her valet... and more than that.

Suddenly, Bone discovered there could be more to this life of toil he was entitled to. And sex was indeed a bonus. At first, Bone had been more than happy to be the Lady's pet. He had been cleaner than ever, dressed in clothes far better than his rugged ones. And he was enjoying more orgasms than he ever dreamed of.

Years passed. Despite the jealousy and competition raging among his fellow workers, Bone was still Lady Mykowitch's harem favorite. But herself was not Bone's favorite anymore. Gluttony of all kinds and aging had put their mark on her figure. Her breasts were not as perky, her ass was not as firm and the amount of make-up she put on her face made her less than attractive. Even Lord Mykovitch, who had made no mystery of having multiple lovers, had stopped honoring his wife. In time, Bone came to dread his encounters with Lady Mykovitch.

Weary was he when she gave him her not-so-secret hand signal meaning he was to meet her that night. And he no longer showed that anticipating hard-on he used to have when taking the stairs to her room.

He knocked.

"Come in," her voice greeted him.

There she was, on her bed, dressed in a nightgown that hardly hid her plump body.

"Come over here, buckaroo," she said opening her arms.

Bone felt paralyzed but conditioned by years of slavery, his body moved anyway. As he approached the bed, Lady Mykovitch held out her hand and grabbed Bone's genitals.

"Oh, my dear, not horny yet?" she asked with a wicked smile, "I will have to remedy this..."

Promptly, she drew his pants down, unveiling his flaccid cock, and engulfed him in her hungry mouth. She was sucking vividly, pulling him like she wanted to stretch his cock. Bone loved to be sucked and, closing his eyes, he was soon ready to action. Despite his frailness, nature has endowed him quite well, in a compensating sort of way. His cock was not very big but Lady Mykowitch needed both her hands to stroke all his length. That she was doing now that Bone's cock was almost rigid. He was moaning and enjoying her moves despite the many rings she wore.

"You like this, my young stud... I will have your male juice, you know..."

Bone was eager to spill his sperm as fast as he could but he knew Lady Mykovitch knew better than spilling a long hard cock without getting pleasured first. He had been punished many times before, when he was too inexperienced to master his staying power. The joy of orgasm had quickly been replaced by the agony of torture. When he ejaculated prematurely, Lady Mykovitch used to have him on his knees, hands tied in his back, and forced to lick her pussy as long as she pleased, being whipped when he was not performing properly. She was hard to please that way and it sometimes took her more than an hour to orgasm. Bone's back and tongue would remember the punishment days after it was over.

But now he knew how to struggle and delay his pleasure as Lady Mykovitch was stroking him like crazy while sucking on his gland.

"Are you ready now, my pony? Come over here... lay down..."

Knowing what he was expected, Bone laid down on the bed. Lady Mykowitch lifted her nightgown and kneeled over Bone's manhood. Bone grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, thus allowing his dick to find the way to her cunt. In a single and brutal move, Lady Mykovitch impaled herself on his pole of flesh. His balls suddenly crushed, Bone repressed a moan of pain. He closed his eyes and tried to forget who was fucking him. But Lady Mykovitch was not to let him sleep.

Riding his dick like a frenzied puppet, she took off her nightgown and grabbed his arms, pulling his hands to her breasts.

"Squeeze my melons, you stud...Suck my raspberries..."

Bone was not even in the mood to laugh. Her breasts felt like jelly into his hands.

"Look at me, young rooster..."

Bone's eyes opened on Lady Mykovitch's face, panting, bearing a look of total madness and ecstasy. Sweat was pouring down her forehead and messing her terrible make-up. She was holding his hands upon her breasts, pressing them, forcing them to squeeze her fat flesh. For the first time since he had become her sex toy, he felt like throwing up, there, at her face, on her disgusting cleavage, on her flaccid belly. But instead, he felt his cock becoming flaccid and slowly pulling out of Lady Mykovitch's cunt. Stupor followed by anger flared on her face.

"What the... Fuck me, you... worthless piece of crap!! Fuck me!!" she yelled, slapping Bone's face, pounding his chest with harmless fists.

Bone knew better than fight back. He remained still and tried to avoid her punches by covering his face and chest with his arms. Although she soon realized her anger was useless, Lady Mykovitch didn't want to stand defeated.

"Mina!!" she yelled, "Mina!! Come here at once!!"

In a heartbeat, the door of the room opened and a young and petite maid entered the room, almost kneeling at the bed side.

"Come here. Suck his balls. Make this bastard hard as steel."

Without any more explanations, Mina climbed on the bed and settled between Bone's spread legs. Avoiding Lady Mykovitch's voluptuous ass, she reached for Bone's balls. Her tongue darted out and starting licking him. Bone's back suddenly arched as he felt stings of pleasure radiating from his perinea every time Mina's tongue touched him, caressing his balls and asshole. He had never felt something like this before, even when Lady Mykovitch was giving him the same treat. He knew Mina of course but as sex was banned between serfs –saving their energy for useful purposes- and severely punished he didn't know she was able to give such pleasure. In no time was he hard again to Lady Mykovitch's pleasure.

"There... You like this, don't you, little pervert? I knew Mina would give you want you want. She's known for being my husband's favorite. And I quite agree with him... Oh yes, you're hard again... Ooooohhhh"

Lady Mykovitch closed her eyes and resumed jerking off on Bone's dick, shivering with Bone's own jumps. Mina's tongue was doing miracles and Bone was lost in an unconsciousness of pleasure, only painfully self-aware of the torture Mina was inflicting him. He felt he had no self-control anymore and his dick threatened to explode with each tongue caress she was giving. Hopefully for him, Lady Mykovitch's orgasm came quickly. She roared and pounded Bone's chest, nodding with every spasms.

"Yes... Yes... Yes... YES... YES... YEEEEEESSSSSSS"

She fell onto Bone, panting heavily, cutting his breath. But as Mina went on, he immediately forgot about the weight on him and Lady Mykovitch's cunt squeezing him.

"Mina... dear... make him cum..." she uttered, strength less.

Still licking up and down Bone's genitals, Mina stuck a finger into Lady Mykovitch's soaking cunt, making her scream. Then she pulled it out and carefully, without hesitating, forced Bone's asshole with it. Bone uttered a cry, followed by many others and moans as well he couldn't repress. Mina's finger was exploring his asshole, bringing him to unknown heights of pleasure. He was harder than ever and building up a terrifying orgasm. He felt it coming far inside his belly and propagating all along his steel-hard shaft, making him scream and spurt gallons of sperm into a wickedly smiling and satisfied Lady Mykovitch.

"Yes, little bastard... See? I told you she was the best. Give me your semen, stud..."

Bone was dead, killed, shattered, broken... and more pleased than ever. He hardly felt Lady Mykovitch move as she went to his side and took his still-hard cock into her mouth, licking the dripping sperm of it and dismissed Mina.

To be continued...