Spoils of War - Gang Rape Galore

[AdmiralPiet]

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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Spoils of War
Author: AdmiralPiet
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My entry to the Gang Rape Galore contest. Normaly I am not the guy for contests (bad at deadlines) but since the story is short and inspiration struck i thought: Why not?
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Spoils of War

„Are they kidding us?!“ Joran exclaimed “Are they fucking kidding us?! How would this even work?”
Angrily he threw his Padd on the table and got up. “We don’t have the capacity!”
“You don’t have to preach to the choir” Grayham, his second-in-command said “But you know how it is. That slave-ship is coming this way, whether we like it or not. And her captain won’t leave before he makes his cargo become our workload.”

Joran walked over to and looked through the window of his office. Located aboard a space station he had a beautiful view of the blue and green planet below. But his mind was preoccupied with the task at hand.
“Who could have foreseen the war would go so well” Grayham mused.
“Yes. Who indeed?”

Humanity had much experience with war. One of the most warlike of the known sentient species it had come out of a warring-states-period not too long ago. The breakdown of the old interstellar order gave rise to chaos, war and barbarism. For more than a century. Until enough Warlords with common sense came together to form a new society for mankind. This new societal structure puzzled scientists to no end. Forged together by inspirations from all over the place. Neo barbarian clan structures, the old middle ages and even antiquity. In the year 2753AD a New Roman Empire arose, from that same old eternal city.

Decade after decade it consolidated against external and internal threats, reclaiming lost territory across the stars and expanding to new colony worlds. When the human sphere grew close to the Ara’ki Dominion conflict was to be expected. Space was vast, and the Empire was content with a cold war on its border. The Ara’ki however had a different view. Believing in their own racial supremacy the threat of another realm right on their doorstep could not be tolerated. The empire had no such prejudice, but an inherent inability of backing down without a fight. Diplomacy was tried, but things escalated quickly from there.

Joran never feared the empire to lose this war. There would be some losses, but after a few battles the Ara’ki aggression would be checked, and some sort of truce could be hammered out, as neither side had any real interest in a duel to the death. He misjudged the Ara’ki there.

And then everything just veered off plan. The Ara’ki overextended themselves and the Imperial Fleet crushed the invasion force. To add a cherry on top a counterstrike was mounted… and went so well they just kept going. Now three sectors of the Dominion were overrun by the fleet, the legions made planetfall after planetfall and the public cried for more!

Atrocities had been committed, and vengeance was due. So, to really add insult to injury the Imperial council declared every Ara’ki in the conquered sectors as servitus absolute. That meant that every one of them was now a slave, and without any limiting statutes. Given their physical attributes that pretty much narrowed down what kind of “work” awaited them in their new lives…

Already spaceships, their holds filled with living cargo where on their way to bring them into processing centres within the imperial borders. Centres like Subjugator Station 1-8, and its commander: First Master Joran Arrenius.
He turned around to Grayham. “Alright. We have no chance anyway, but nobody should be able to say we didn’t try. We must up the ante if we want to meet the processing quota we need”

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The ship was docked and the first Ara’ki were walked out onto the space station. In groups of one hundred, to keep control. Women exclusively, all of them beauties. Joran and Grayham watched from a walkway above the docking area. The walkways were designed to oversee all facilities, with big glass windows to watch what happened in the rooms below
“Don’t look too happy, do they?”
“No, not at all”

The captives walked single file. Hands cuffed in front, connected to the collar of the woman before her. Most had expressions of fear, many of disgust, some of arrogance. The Dominion was no stranger to slavery, but other than in human society they themselves were exempt from that shameful fate. Joran found it impressive that a few still managed to look down on the inferior race that was herding them half naked into servitude.

All wore the same things. Black cuffs on wrist and ankles, a collar, and a grey poncho like garment. The rectangular piece of fabric was slim and short, just enough to cover front and back to about half thigh. It was held together by a slim belt and featured a very deep neckline.

Joran walked down the hallway to watch the next steps.
Ara’ki skin was hues of blue and turquoise. Often darker blue on forearms and legs, lighter turquoise in spots dappled all over in individual patterns. Their hair was no real hair but a kind of extremely soft feathers. Black, with bright streaks of purple and green.

The first woman was separated from the line by the heavily armed guards and stepped forward, head held high. One of the proud ones. Also tall, fit and curvy. Joran liked her already and waited impatiently as the crewman beside her entered data into the system. When he was done the handcuffs separated and he ripped the poncho off of her. For that purpose, it was only loosely held together at the shoulder. The line behind her gasped, some shifted uncomfortably.
The tall Ara’ki held still, growing very stiff, her bright green eyes locking a point on the wall. But she dared not to move. The four guards in the room had raised their shock-staffs in anticipation of trouble.

Joran liked what he saw. She was more beautiful with the poncho of. Very curvy, with heavy but firm tits. Her areolae where dark like her lips, encircling big nipples. Other than humans they had them in pairs of two, the outer one slightly smaller.
Her clit was also split in two. Her hood was peeking out between puffy cunt lips. Below the neck Ara’ki had no equivalent to hair, save for very fine vellus hair.
Joran felt his cock react to the sight.
“That one” he whispered to Grayham, and the other man just nodded with a smile while making notes on his padd.

The door to the next room opened.
“Step forward!” the crewman commanded, and she obeyed stiffly, walking into a rectangular metal frame. The man connected cables to her cuffs and pressed the activation button on the frame. The cables drew taut lifting the woman of the floor and stretching her spreadeagled in the frame. From his observation point Joran had a good view of her backside. A muscular back, one of the finest asses he had ever laid eyes on.

The line behind grew more restless, and the door closed as the crewman turned toward the next in line. The Ara’ki slowly lost some of her composure as the frame began to move on rails into the next room. A hallway with sets of robotic arms mounted on the wall. Of course, she was scanned several times before she even got onto the slave transport, all possible implants, bionics and wetware already neutralised. Now they did it again. The AI controlled robo-arms moved the scanners around her as the frame did glide forward, focusing much on her tits and cunt. That had no purpose other than to humiliate.

Then came water. An icy cold spray from all sides, followed by sponge tipped robo-arms. Like an old fashioned car-wash, again with some unnecessary extras. Joran was rock hard as he watched her squirm helplessly when her pussy was scrubbed thoroughly. After she was dried and her long feathered mane brought back to order a woman in a white lab coat stepped out in front of her.

The medical scan was sufficient, but mostly for show it was reviewed by a doctor. The woman made sure to double check the Ara’ki’s tits, and her cunt. She tried to endure the humiliation with dignity at first, but now she hissed and spat out an insult that Joran knew would literally translate to something akin to “inferior being” but the meaning was much worse.

“And that is your first punishment entered to the system” the doctor said and stepped back. A last robo-arm swung in. The “Marker”. The device on its tip was placed firmly onto the slaves pubic mound and activated. As it worked the woman’s face contorted into a grimace of pain, her mouth opened wide in a silent scream. Before she broke it was done. On her mound she now bore the imperial eagle, the microscopic pattern on its wings containing medical info and her sparse personal data:
Servitus absolute and a registration number.
Nothing more to it.

Joran turned around. Thousands more waited behind in line, the work had only just begun. His destination was “Conditioning Room 1”, Grayham moved to his own station. He took off his coverall and hung it alongside the 14 others beside the door. He stepped inside where the other men waited. They had three things in common: all naked, all massively muscled, all with big cocks.

The last was a prerequisite. No matter if you where born a man or woman, where you saw yourself on that scale, if you used bionics, bio-sculpting or a combination: If you wanted to serve the empire on Subjugator Station 1-8 you had to have a big functional cock hooked up to your nerve system. All the better if it had some extras built in.

Virgins were still coveted among slavers, but not as much as in earlier times. Wealthy owners usually did the training themselves in that case anyway. For state trained sex slaves, it was more important to be good obedient fucktoys. The regulations stated that the break in had to occur as soon as possible. And so, all the women coming aboard right how had to get raped. Most would have to endure fucking machines, but those selected to be high class sexslaves were getting the personal touch.

Implants throughout Jorans body started to work. Stims flowed through his bloodstream, giving his boosted muscles an additional pump, his balls swelling slowly with additional sperm, precum dripping off his tip. He looked down. Ridges of hard nubs had swelled along his thick shaft.

The room was fitted with five spanking benches and five mattresses. Perfect for the first group of five that was just brought into the room. The proud one among them. They looked already more subservient with their arms bound painfully behind their backs, and the big black ball gags in their mouths. Of course, they understood what was about to happen and balked at the sight of the men. Strong arms grabbed the protesting women and forced them down on the benches. Joran ordered them all tied firmly, and grabbed a neural whip from its wall mount, along four other men. When all was ready, he addressed the squirming women.
“Alright listen up my blue cunts! Whatever you where before doesn’t matter anymore! Now you are the lowest of the low in the empire. Slaves. Servitus absolute. And we will introduce you to your new purpose.”

He activated his whip.
“Every slave should know the sting of the whip. Be intimately familiar with it. We will never let you forget it by sparing you too long”
Then he looked down at the woman before him. Her ass truly was amazing. He could barely wait to claim it with his cock. But right now it seemed to scream: Beat me!

Joran let the three strands of the whip crack across her cheeks, so did the other men. Four of the women screamed and pulled on their bonds. His own however only grunted, her body tensing up, fighting down the pain. Proud, arrogant, strong. At this rate he would fall in love with her before the day was over.
Four more times he hit her for the introduction, making her flesh jiggle enticingly. And she kept fighting. Then came the punishment for the earlier insult. On a higher power setting this time. Now she did scream, but while the others scream where full of pain and misery she howled in righteous anger. High time to get things going.

On his signal the ball-gags activated. Devious things, made from morph-plast, so they could reconfigure their shape. Balls changed into rings that expanded and forced the pretty mouths wide open. Just a smidge away from dislocating their jaws. The painfilled moans where quickly muffled by cocks. Tied down on the spanking benches all their openings where on the right height for their handlers.

Jorans cock found his slave’s asshole quickly, and he forced himself in. Slow but steady, making sure she felt every nub along his tool. She moaned into the cock invading her throat at the same time. After savouring the feel of the tight sphincter around his girth for a few seconds he began hammering into that lovely ass. Moans, grunts, and the slapping of flesh against flesh filled the room. Similar scenes would start in the other conditioning rooms, and soon on aa larger scale in the two conditioning halls.

This task needed lots of manpower quite literally. Two benches over one of the ara’ki bitches had her gag removed so she could lick two men at once, while fondling their balls with her now untied hands. She did it eagerly, with tears rolling down her face. Apparently the whip had impressed her.
The one right beside Joran struggled in her bonds. She screamed, and cried, and tried to plead around the dick in her mouth. Compared to the proud one that endured her violation with nothing but grunts it was downright pathetic.

A third man stepped in.
“I think she could take one more” he suggested, and the other two agreed. Quickly the ara’ki woman was freed, and the man behind her pulled out of her cunt, just to sink back into her ass. He pulled her down to the mattress on the floor and spread her legs for the one that facefucked her a few seconds earlier. As he slid his wet cock inside the third one bent her head back and made her swallow cock again.
“Somebody get me a few clamps for these fat teats!”

That was a good idea, Joran thought, and asked for the same. Her asshole clenched up quite nicely as the vicious clamps crushed her sensitive nipples
A decision that was forming in his mind since he first laid eyes on her reached its conclusion. As first master he was allowed to claim a woman for himself, after a certain time of service. Now, as he ravaged and could feel up her soft tits with his big hands, he knew he had to have her. He kept laying into her like a jackhammer, but his mind began to wander. Picturing the games he would play with her. How he would strip away that pride, test that strength. One whiplash, one fuck at a time. When he was through with her, she would be proud again. Proud to serve as his personal slave whore!

Coming out of his thoughts he realised another man was standing in front of him, as the first had already unloaded into her mouth. He had no time for this! The entire station was on a schedule! So he focused, his thoughts releasing the blocker implants that could delay orgasm for hours. He slowed his pace. Long controlled strokes, the full length going in and out. Not for long though. As he felt the orgasm come on, he sped up again and came with a loud howl. His balls pumped a huge load up her ass. The last of it landed on her curves as he pulled out. The cock would stay rock hard for a while and Joran was completely riled up.

“I claim this alien whore for myself!” he roared as he picked up the whip and thrashed her back with it to get the aggression out. A side effect of the stims he used. But finally, he catched his breath.
“This one does not move up the line! Keep fucking her, I got other work to do. I send for her when my shift is over.”

Then he moved out, leaving his clothes behind. It pained him to leave. He wanted to bring her to his quarters and rail her some more, but he could not take a break when the entire crew was on double shifts. He quickly checked on the other rooms, but all was in order. Every available cock filled some ara’ki orifice. In the conditioning halls hundreds of the blue skinned fucktoys were lined up. Hands tied above head, legs spread wide apart, as robo arms ravished them with huge vibrating phallic appendages. As far as he could see the percentage of the proud ones had already diminished significantly, replaced by sobbing and pleading.

All was running smoothly, but there were more tasks coming after that. Billeting, guarding, food and water supply. Body modifications and augmentations according to market demand would soon utilise all medical bays to capacity, and then some initial training regimes needed to start. And not everything would run smoothly for long. So, Joran set out to organise as best he could,

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More than 30 hours later Joran sat down in his quarters and looked at the numbers of the day with bloodshot eyes. Being awake for so long was not much of a problem for the medicine of the day but working and fucking for all that time while being on high doses of sex-stims and implant activity was.

He had administrated for the most part but helped all day when “manpower” was needed. The whole crew had to rotate through the roles. By mid-day most did not bother anymore with clothes, as he did right away. Boarding became more restless as the embarking slaves were greeted by overworked naked crewmen, with raging hardons. Some situations had turned ugly.

The door chime sounded and when the door opened a crewman shoved his new possession through. The Ara’ki had barely made three steps when she fell down to the floor. Joran had indeed forgotten about her. At first thinking of her had kept him from working, but towards the end work had kept him from thinking about her.

She was caked in cum, her thighs gleaming with it. She looked up at him with a curious mix of fear, misery and anger. She weakly pulled at her bonds, struggled in vain to sit up. The fight was not yet out of her, this was just exhaustion. He excused the crewmen and walked over to her. “After we both get a rest, we will clean you up, and then it’s just you and me. But first, I must show you something”

He squatted down, grabbed her hair and made her look at his padd.
“With all you blue cunts around we are way over capacity, but we did our best.” He tapped a number on the screen. “This, is our daily target/actual rate. Given the circumstances that is way more than could have been expected.”
Joran needed sleep, he could feel stim induced irrational anger rise, but his cock stiffened at the mere sight of her. Maybe just one more fuck before he could rest. As he rolled the gagged and tied woman on her back, with almost no resistance, he moved above her, almost instinctively pushing her knees apart, and started kneading her big tits roughly.
“Yes, 66% ain’t bad. Ain’t bad at all for an inferior species, wouldn’t you agree you big fucking whore?”
With a squelching sound he slid into her slick pussy…

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Any feedback would be appreciated

[chloevee]

I really like the juxtaposition of the over-worked, self-sacrificing leader, always making sure everything is going smoothly and the fact that his task is the systematic rape and subjugation of an entire race. Nicely done.

[AdmiralPiet]

I really like the juxtaposition of the over-worked, self-sacrificing leader, always making sure everything is going smoothly and the fact that his task is the systematic rape and subjugation of an entire race. Nicely done.

Thanks! Glad you liked it.

[RapeU]

Aliens aren’t my preference, but I could see someone who has that preference enjoying themselves. I also liked the subtlety at the end with 66% instead of 2 out of 3.

[joey]

Full kudos on the story. As a big Star Trek fan (in all it's iterations) I found myself remembering many alien races featured there as I read your description of the Ara'ki. My own personal taste prefers more fear, resistance, and terror on the part of the victim, but that's just me. Also, congrats on your proficiency in a second language, as a butcher of every second language I have tried I am amazed at how well so many folks can do.

[AdmiralPiet]

Aliens aren’t my preference, but I could see someone who has that preference enjoying themselves. I also liked the subtlety at the end with 66% instead of 2 out of 3.

Thanks!
Yeah, I felt pretty clever about the 66% thing

Full kudos on the story. As a big Star Trek fan (in all it's iterations) I found myself remembering many alien races featured there as I read your description of the Ara'ki. My own personal taste prefers more fear, resistance, and terror on the part of the victim, but that's just me. Also, congrats on your proficiency in a second language, as a butcher of every second language I have tried I am amazed at how well so many folks can do.

Interesting that you mention Star Trek. I am a Fan of Star Trek myself, but I did not have a race from that universe in mind. At least not explicitly.
With the blue skin, what played into it:

Na'Vi from Avatar
Asari from Mass Effekt
Twi'Lek from Star Wars
And Chymlaxi from Nyuunzis Cyberpunk Universe (Nyuunzi is an NSFW Artist, does some good work)

Also you are right: Even though I wanted a proud victim, facing her fate head on, maybe some more reactions from her should have been added. Not outright fight, but some subtle reactions of fear, and hesitation. Next time.

And thanks for the praise regarding language. I do not consider myself that proficient in english. But yes, more so than the average joe.
Was a long yourney. In school I was often on the lower half of grades. Only when I started on reading books, and watching films in english did I really get a grasp of the language. School was mostly wasted.
And sadly, I lack the practise to speak it well.

[Vela Nanashi]

Why not indeed When a seed sprouts in ones mind why not grow it

Also like I suggested to WB, would be nice to add the teaser to the story, check his story for the contest and comment with the code for it if you like

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Oh no too many slaves, what to do, what to do... build some pyramids, film some porn? sorry a little whimsical here.

you might if you like simplify the repeat:

walked over to the window and looked through the window of his office

walked over to and looked through the window of his office

I do those repeats myself sometimes and it frustrates me when I read it later, so wanted to mention it if you are one of those authors who edit things no pressure though, it is fun to recognize things in others writing that you do yourself.

This feels like one of the humanity fuck yeah kind of stories, and when I am in the mood I love those, for their wonderfully cheesy storytelling maybe you should see if there is a HFY place that allows erotica as I am sure they will enjoy this story

That style of clothing is almost worse than being forced to be naked, or actually worse, depending slightly on the woman wearing it.

poncho of -> off, gorgeous look on these beauties

frame did glide forward, is a tiny bit awkward, I recognize that from my own writing too maybe:
as her frame glides forward ? not sure

Also would have loved to be in her first person, as that is rather excitingly humiliating, and I would love to feel and hear her point of view and thoughts there, but I know this is more about the men's point of view, I get it

Aww no manual fisting exam and cupping of her cervix and rubbing her clit till she cums in front of all the rest, maybe using a specially tuned sparkler that hits the pleasure nerves of her clit. Sorry dark side of me coming up with more ideas.

did die other men -> did the other men

Oh good was gonna complain about no ring gags, also hot

bi hands -> big hands

ouch nipple clamps also the whips were not nice but yeah mmm three cocks at once

what not making her clean his cock, that would have been perfect humiliation for her

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my dark side loved this, so it was good it was awake when I read it, too short story, and I would much prefer first person from female point of view, but this was hot, and I could not really focus enough to comment on everything, so good work

66% of the shipment processed 2/3 yeah clever way to integrate the prompt

I am curious what the Ara'ki did to deserve this though, but with most HFY stories they deserve worse probably.

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Yeah not a slacker like chloevee says Like that.

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Unlike RapeU I love aliens, fantasy races and yes even humans enjoying sex, though prefer not near to our world and time, so this works nicely with the sexy science fiction feel

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Yeah I agree with joey you write good English and nice science fiction Though I would have loved the opposite, more cries of pleasure maybe induced through technological means to break their spirit by having their bodies betray them, and would also love him to force her to ride his cock, having to participate in her domination and humiliation, preferably in front of her people too. Then again all that could be combined with fear and resistance and terror, maybe even have the resistant one have her puppeting wetware wires force her to do that riding of his cock each time she refuses until she gives in.

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Really good work, more stories please will try to read more of your already posted stories too, they seem up my alley on the future/scifi side at least

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[Claire]

Like with your first story, I really like the world building for this one. I also like how you describe this dystopian setting not with horror but mostly from the perspective of the New Roman Empire. It feels cold, mechanical, organized in the way it describes the handling of this new shipment of slaves, like just another day in the office albeit a busy one. I think that was very effective.

I also thought that the ending with the 66% quota was clever.

Similar to your first story, I also wish there was some form of narrative tension in the story and not just a sequence of events described. But given that this one here is much shorter, it is affected much less by it. But if you ever write a story in this style that has some narrative question to be answered and a POV character to get really invested in, it would easily be a 3 point story for me.

[Shocker]

I really liked this story, it attempts to combine slavery with science fiction, and in my view achieves this marvelously. The Ara’ki remind me a bit too much of the Na’vi, but it’s not your fault that I don’t like Cameron’s movie. Overall a very worthy entrant for the contest. I have only read two of the stories so far and already think I might have not enough votes to cast.

[AdmiralPiet]

Also like I suggested to WB, would be nice to add the teaser to the story, check his story for the contest and comment with the code for it if you like

you might if you like simplify the repeat:

walked over to the window and looked through the window of his office
walked over to and looked through the window of his office

did die other men -> did the other men

bi hands -> big hands

Made corrections. Might add a teaser later. Thanks

Also would have loved to be in her first person, as that is rather excitingly humiliating, and I would love to feel and hear her point of view and thoughts there, but I know this is more about the men's point of view, I get it

I have my issues with the first person view. At a time in the past I disliked it to the point where I would not even want to read a story in first person.
I think for the worldbuilding the third person was needed, but there certainly was room enough in the 5000 words to put in some segments in first person. Although I am not sure if that would have disturbed the flow on a short one like this.
Also: I have never written in first person before.

Aww no manual fisting exam and cupping of her cervix and rubbing her clit till she cums in front of all the rest, maybe using a specially tuned sparkler that hits the pleasure nerves of her clit. Sorry dark side of me coming up with more ideas.

All good ideas, and that is something I like about sci-fi and fantasy porn: Technology and magic open up all new paths.
But in this case the story called for quick and efficient work. So, enough to humiliate, not so much as to slow down the line.

Maybe a few days earlier, or a few days after, when it is easy going again that doctor will take her time for an in depth review.

Oh good was gonna complain about no ring gags, also hot

Ring gags are very convenient, but I love the aesthetics of ball gags.
Also I thought more of the big dental gags. I like the idea of forcing the victims mouth open as far as it can go.

what not making her clean his cock, that would have been perfect humiliation for her

Yes, that would have been a nice touch, in hindsight.
I personally don't like the "clean my cock" thing that much, so I forget about it, even when I myself think it would have been hot in that instace.

my dark side loved this, so it was good it was awake when I read it, too short story, and I would much prefer first person from female point of view, but this was hot, and I could not really focus enough to comment on everything, so good work

66% of the shipment processed 2/3 yeah clever way to integrate the prompt

I am curious what the Ara'ki did to deserve this though, but with most HFY stories they deserve worse probably.

Thanks. Glad you liked it overall.

As for what they did: I had not thought that much about it, but since the Ara'ki see humans as lesser beings I figured they commited a number of war crimes. Like executing POWs because they where a niusance, or bombing civilian populations. Even though the humans practice slavery, that does not mean they don't have limits on cruelty, or a code of honour. Something I wanted to hint at with them using diplomacy at first, and many slaves having limiting statutes put on their enslavement.

So, dishonourable acts like that, combined with the deaths of imperial civilians would likely enrage the people a lot, and prompt the leaders to really hit the arrogant Ara'ki where it hurts.

Unlike RapeU I love aliens, fantasy races and yes even humans enjoying sex, though prefer not near to our world and time, so this works nicely with the sexy science fiction feel

Yeah I agree with joey you write good English and nice science fiction Though I would have loved the opposite, more cries of pleasure maybe induced through technological means to break their spirit by having their bodies betray them, and would also love him to force her to ride his cock, having to participate in her domination and humiliation, preferably in front of her people too. Then again all that could be combined with fear and resistance and terror, maybe even have the resistant one have her puppeting wetware wires force her to do that riding of his cock each time she refuses until she gives in.[/quote]

You have wicked mind, I like that.
Yes, I like the "betrayed by her own body" trope, as seen in the other story I published here. Puppeting wetware: Never thought that much about it. Most fantasies I had where about overpowering the mind, but being trapped in your own body, that could make for some nice scenes as well.
And in hindsight, I could have added more of that into the story.
I also agree with you that a first person view in parts could bring this to a higher level.

The most obvious mistake however: I should have written more about their reactions. Even in third person, it was too little, even though I wanted that one woman to be proud and strong.

Really good work, more stories please will try to read more of your already posted stories too, they seem up my alley on the future/scifi side at least

Thanks. So far only one other story, but I would like to know what you have to say about that.

Like with your first story, I really like the world building for this one. I also like how you describe this dystopian setting not with horror but mostly from the perspective of the New Roman Empire. It feels cold, mechanical, organized in the way it describes the handling of this new shipment of slaves, like just another day in the office albeit a busy one. I think that was very effective.

I also thought that the ending with the 66% quota was clever.

Thanks. Glad you liked it!
Especially the worldbuilding comment, since I feel that is a very important part, many porn (and SFW sci-fi/fantasy) writers pay too little attention to.

Similar to your first story, I also wish there was some form of narrative tension in the story and not just a sequence of events described. But given that this one here is much shorter, it is affected much less by it. But if you ever write a story in this style that has some narrative question to be answered and a POV character to get really invested in, it would easily be a 3 point story for me.

I think I know what you mean, but to better understand:
Would you consider it a narrative question if for example in the beginning the refuses to submit to demands, then chipping away at that to in the end having her maybe opening her mouth for his cock to avoid punishment?

That what you mean?

I really liked this story, it attempts to combine slavery with science fiction, and in my view achieves this marvelously. The Ara’ki remind me a bit too much of the Na’vi, but it’s not your fault that I don’t like Cameron’s movie. Overall a very worthy entrant for the contest. I have only read two of the stories so far and already think I might have not enough votes to cast.

Thanks!
Yes, the Na'Vi / Ara'ki similarity is somewhat too strong. I had thought of other races too, as described above, but I guess if I use them again, I will have to retcon a bit to make them more of their own.