Kinky Space Vixen (4 page)

Rogerus Fingaria wandered through the harem from enclave to
enclave, checking that the girls had everything they desired. As
the exclusive servant to all of the women, catering to their every
(albeit non-sexual) desire his was an important but at the same
time menial position. 'All work, no play and even less money to go
with it,' he thought. Born with an ugly cleft lip and a shock of
curly red hair Rogerus had been appointed servant to the harem as
he was considered completely undesirable and was therefore unlikely
to tempt the girls to stray. In general the women were kind to him
and although he would go back to his windowless cell in the bowels
of the Imperial Palace every night and masturbate his cock red raw
over each and every one of them he also respected them for treating
him like a human being. He was happy enough down here, or at least
he would have been if it hadn't have been for Rhonda, but then the
entire harem hated Rhonda and so it wasn't as if she was just
picking on him.

Rogerus
finished his round of the Harem and was about to descend into his
room and masturbate for the fourth time that morning when heard
footsteps behind him and turned around to face Rhonda, who glared
cruelly at him.
"Well, well, well,"
she said maliciously. "If it isn't the ugly little runt." Rhonda
was about half a foot taller than Rogerus but her words made him
feel even smaller.
"Uh, good evening
Rhonda," he said meekly.
"Finished
your rounds have you?" She sneered at him. "Now off for a good
masturbation session over my girls I suppose? Who is it this time
huh? What perverted little sexual fantasy have you dreamed up
tonight you sick little fuck - and with who?"
Rogerus put his head down, knowing that Rhonda
could see right through him. “Nobody mistress,” he said meekly. “My
thoughts are pure and geared only to how I might best serve the
harem and the Emperor.
“A likely
story.” Rhonda looked away as if repulsed by the very sight of him.
"Anyway," she said after a while. "I'm afraid your sordid little
fantasies are going to have to wait for now because I have another
task for you. There's a new slut just arrived from the east, can't
remember what her name is now but I need to go and give her an
'induction' - you're to wait here until I'm finished, then you can
go in and see if she needs any provisions."
"Yes Rhonda," replied Rogerus and he accompanied
her down the passageway to an alcove at the other end of the harem.
"Wait here," Rhonda ordered, and with that she swept back the cloth
curtain which served as a makeshift door to the alcove and
disappeared inside.

Wandoria sat on
her bed in her small cubicle with her hands upon her knees looking
extremely nervous - as well she might - when Rhonda came in. She
certainly is very beautiful, Rhonda thought to herself, 'one of the
best I've ever seen in fact, sure to be the Emperor's new favourite
when he sees her - the little bitch. Rhonda looked at Wandoria
sternly. Wandoria tried to smile but the smile faded when Rhonda's
own expression remained hard and filled with malice.
"So," began Rhonda, starting to pace up and down the small alcove.
"You're the new slut are you?"
"That’s correct mistress," replied Wandoria, and she began to
recite the little speech she had been rehearsing in her head since
she had been escorted down to the Harem. "My name is Wandoria
Tightsocket, I am the daughter of the Duke of Fastriver, a colony
to the east. I am nineteen years old and am very much looking
forward to my new role as one of the whores to the Emperor, my new
role as...." Wandoria started to shake with fear and her top lip
started to tremble as well. Rhonda smiled but it was a smile devoid
of compassion or pity.
"So," said Rhonda, her tone matter of fact. "The little whore is
scared?"
"Oh mistress!" Exclaimed Wandoria, falling to the floor and
starting to sob uncontrollably, "I am so scared, I can't even begin
to tell you just how scared I am. I was destined to be
a 
lady
 you know mistress, a lady to a wealthy duke
with a manor and servants of my own, but when the crops failed my
father told me I had to become a whore in the Emperor's court
instead. Oh what a cruel turn of fate, how worried and how
frightened I am!"
"I see," said Rhonda thoughtfully, then she called out.
"Rogerus!"
"Yes Rhonda?" Replied Rogerus, poking his head around the
corner.
"Go and get me my 'toys'" she ordered sharply. Rogerus gave an
involuntary shudder and looked upon Wandoria with sympathy.
"Yes Rhonda," he said meekly, and disappeared again. Rhonda came
and sat down beside Wandoria, looking hard at her long yellow hair,
wide green eyes, soft milky skin and nervous flushed cheeks.
"The things you're going to have done to you girl," she murmured
with soft menace. "You'll wonder how you ever aspired to be a lady,
the things you're going to have done to you."
"I... I was thinking," said Wandoria, breathing heavily, her
breasts rising up and down faster and faster as she tried to hold
back her growing sense of panic. "I was thinking, maybe if the
harvest of my village is successful next year, and if my village
gives you double the required yield of cobs, that maybe you would
let me go free so that I may come home?"
"No chance," replied Rhonda with a cruel chuckle. “
Who would want you to go home anyway? You think any Duke would
want to marry you, a little whore from a Harem? You're going to be
ruined by the time we finish with you - ruined, you hear
me?"
"Please!" gasped Wandoria, burying her head into
her hands and gasping for breath as she neared a state of hysteria.
"Please! I just want to save my father and my village. Please do
not be so cruel to me mistress!"
"Take heart my dear girl," said Rhonda, feigning
sudden sympathy. "You WILL save your father and his village, it's
just that you will pay a high price for doing so. I'm afraid that's
just the way it is."
"So.... so there's no way out then?" Asked
Wandoria forlornly, clasping her hands together between her legs as
she knelt meekly upon the floor.
"The only way out is through old age my dear
girl," replied Rhonda. "But I imagine you will wear out long before
the others. You are a pretty girl and the Emperor is bound to like
you. I imagine he will want to fuck you ragged leaving your pussy
as loose as a sock which has lost its elastic. In a couple of
years’ time you are bound to be retired to one of those awful
apartments on the outskirts of the city. Not that anybody will want
to fuck you then of course, what with you being 'used goods' as it
were."
"Oh golly please no!" Exclaimed Wandoria and her
eyes opened even wider than before so that Rhonda thought they
might fall out of her head altogether and the tears streamed like a
torrent down her face, rolled down her neck and into her
cleavage.
"Such is the price of failure," said Rhonda. "It
is a good job the Duke had a pretty daughter to send to the Emperor
otherwise he would have been well and truly fucked. Just as you are
going to be in the not too distant future."
"Oh say it is all a dream," whispered Wandoria
desperately. "Please in the name of all that is good and pure say
that it is all a dream."
"You ungrateful little fucking slut," said Rhonda
with contempt. "You are
 
honoured
 
by the Emperor who accepts your father’s pathetic little
tribute when it would cost him not a thing to raise your pathetic
little village to the dirt. You should be bearing your pussy with
pride, not snivelling on the ground like some little fucking 'dirt
centipede.'" A rustling by the curtain distracted Rhonda from her
outburst and Rogerus appeared once more carrying a long, thin
wooden box which he presented to Rhonda without another
word.
"Ah, just in time," said Rhonda as she took the
box. "Wait outside Rogerus, you'll be needed shortly."
"Yes Rhonda," said Rogerus meekly and he vanished
again.
"So," said Rhonda, looking at Wandoria sharply and
with undisguised loathing. "You consider yourself too high and
mighty for the Emperor's dick do you? Consider your pussy too
fucking exclusive for the greatest and most powerful man on the
continent? One word from me and I'll have your pretty little head
mailed back to your father. Is that what you want?"
"No!" wailed Wandoria. "Please Mistress, I shall
submit!"
"Let us see shall we," said Rhonda, eyeing her
with a strange look and opening the box. It contained a long,
flexible cane made of strong wood. Rhonda swished it in the air in
front of Wandoria. Wandoria regarded the cane with horror. She
understood perfectly. 'Be brave Wandoria,' she told herself. 'Be
brave for your father and your people. I remember my grandfather,
when he was still alive, told me how my uncles and brothers had
sacrificed their lives in the defence of our village against the
Emperor’s father, and although we were defeated and although this
vile piece of shit cunt of an Emperor is now our master we have not
yet been destroyed. It is my pussy and my tits and my ass which
prevents that now, and if I must bare my ass for this bitch then so
be it; I am my people's only hope now.' Wandoria swallowed hard and
wiped her tears away. She got shakily to her feet, eyes glued to
the cane. "Where do you want me?" she asked. Rhonda smiled a thin
smile, "Hmm, maybe there is hope for your people after all. First
things first though, take off the cloth from around your chest, I
want to see your tits." Wandoria reached behind for the sabre-tooth
that bound the wolf skin around her and pulled it out, allowing the
cloth to flutter to the ground, leaving her round full breasts
exposed; her nervous nipples pert and erect. Rhonda reached out
with the cane and used it to draw a circle around her nipples then
moved it slowly across her chest and down until it nudged the cloth
around her waist. "Now your under-cloth," she ordered quietly. "So
I can see your ass and your pussy." Wandoria hesitated a moment but
there was something in Rhonda's eyes that told her she would not be
appreciative of further procrastination. She reached for the
sabre-tooth that protected her once remaining dignity, took hold of
it but paused before it was halfway out of its fix. "Something
wrong Wandoriwhore?" asked Rhonda with a malicious
smile.
"No Mistress not at all," stammered Wandoria,
trying to pluck up the courage to pull the sabre-tooth right out.
'One, two, three,' she counted before yanking hard, closing her
eyes as the cloth fell away and her ass and pussy were
revealed.
"Hmm, your pussy seems nice and tight," mused
Rhonda, surveying it analytically and placing the cane on the
table. "Turn around please." Wandoria did so, revealing the tight
pink half-moons of her curvaceous ass. Rhonda walked up behind her
and started stroking the right cheek of her ass with her left hand
and with her right hand she pulled back Wandoria's hair from her
face and whispered in her ear. "A nice, tight little slut. Just how
the Emperor likes them."
"I.... I am glad that I meet your approval
Mistress," replied Wandoria shakily.
"It is not my approval you need to worry about,"
said Rhonda sharply. "Just my cane. You're a very pretty girl
Wandoria, but where there is beauty there is also suffering, which
is why I'm going to cane you extra hard.” And with that Rhonda
picked up the cane once more and used it to indicate a spot beside
the bed where a large kneeling stool was situated. "Go and kneel on
that stool with your body across it and your ass raised nice and
tight," she ordered. Wandoria regarded the stool like it were the
executioner's block and took a deep breath. "Yes Mistress," she
said at last. Wandoria made her way across the alcove and pressed
her bare knees on to the stool and her body across the bed, being
sure to push her ass up as Rhonda wanted. "Spread your legs for
me," instructed Rhonda. Wandoria duly parted her thighs leaving her
pussy exposed. "I see your pussy glistens with wetness," said
Rhonda. "You clearly find the notion of peril extremely exciting. I
wonder if you are really so innocent as you make out."
"Please, I am innocent Mistress," Wandoria tried
to assure her although she felt guilty at how much she was looking
forward to her punishment, if only as a means to do her part for
the cause of her village. She wanted this, consented to it. Her
consent was her power. As long as she consented freely and
willingly she remained in control of what was happening to
her.
"Silence!" exclaimed Rhonda. "I am going to give
you extras because you spoke out of turn, and I have already
planned this to be a very hard caning. Though on a candid note I
can tell you that my pussy is also wet with anticipation my little
Wandoria, clearly we have the same sort of tastes. Most
interesting." Wandoria felt the cane touch her ass lightly a couple
of times as Rhonda measured her stroke. "I want you to stay in
position as I cane you hard, I don’t want that ass squirming at
all, is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress," breathed Wandoria and she shut her
eyes tight and bit her lip. Rhonda raised the cane high above her
shoulder and brought it down hard on the centre of Wandoria's ass.
Wandoria felt a burning sensation shoot right through her like a
bolt of electricity which then spread across her ass from a burning
centre. She gasped loudly and clenched hold of the bed sheets.
Rhonda raised the cane again and this time brought it down where
the lower part of her ass met her thighs. This stroke hurt even
more than the one before and it took all of Wandoria's self-control
to prevent her from wiggling her hips out of position. She thought
of her village and the green fields that surrounded it and how tall
the cobs used to grow in the summer. The cane came down again in
the same place as before, at the top of her legs, doubling the pain
she felt and causing her to cry out. She thought about her birthday
and how all the suitors from the neighbouring villages had come to
pay homage to her, how her mother had made her a long white dress
for the occasion and how she felt like the centre of the universe
when she wore it on that day, with all the suitors treating her
like some wondrous thing from another planet. Again the cane
slammed into her ass and she cried out, louder this time and the
tears streamed down her face. She thought of how birthday party
when her proud father had kissed her on the cheeks and promised her
that this year would be the year she found a husband. Another
stroke crashed into her and she grabbed hold of her hair and pulled
down hard on it as she buried her face into the bed in a bid to
muffle her screams. She remembered Dofin, heir to the dukedom of
Flowermuss who had come to her shortly afterwards and danced with
her at the midsummer ball, danced with her so close she could feel
his erect prick through his trousers as it touched her gown and how
embarrassed he had been about it all and how she had told him not
to worry; and then afterwards, alone in her room, how she had
allowed her fingers to wander to her clit and how she had touched
herself at the thought of becoming his husband. Another stroke,
then another, then another - three in quick succession. It was
nearing the limit of what Wandoria could stand but still she kept
her ass stoically in place. She thought of the Chief Farmer coming
to her father that spring, when preparations for her wedding were
well in place and telling him how the crops had failed and her
father calling a meeting of his Council and how members of the
Council had said the future of Fastriver, how all their lives,
depended on her and how her father had slammed his fist on the
table and sworn and shouted that he would never sacrifice his
beloved only daughter but how finally the Council had worn her down
and he had approached Wandoria in her room as she was sat at her
window dreaming of the glittering new life before her. Another
stroke, another blast of electricity ricocheted through her body.
"My ass is on fire," whimpered Wandoria through her sobs. "My ass
is on fire! My ass is on fire oh hell dammit my fucking ass is on
fire!" she screamed as another stroke ripped through the pink
flesh, turning it a burning shade of red. She slammed her fists
down on the bed again and again and again the loud crack of the
cane echoed throughout the room. Through the noise of the cane
hitting her ass and her screams and the searing agony she became
dimly aware of Rhonda speaking to her, as if giving a lecture in a
class.