The Tiger’s Toes
A/N: For those wanting to know what the aliens look like
Boudo: http://cheshirecaterling.deviantart.com/art/COMMISSION-Boudo-528333096
Primos: http://cheshirecaterling.deviantart.com/art/COMMISSION-Primos-535507272
Hilt is a world that has seen the worst faces of war this universe can offer, of all the civilizations that inhabit this galaxy the Primos and the Boudo are among the most warlike and vicious. Cruel in battle and even crueller in victory, neither race yields, neither race forgives, nor when the battle is done both races revel in the sadism they inflict upon the helpless.
Human history has many tales of such cruelty, when our ancestors first started colonizing new worlds Boudo pirates were always there taking slaves and marauding, hundreds of years later still no one knows what happened to the missing colonists and Boudo either have very short memories or very tight lips.
On the flip side there are the Primos, it sometimes gets on my nerves how many humans fetishize these creatures, in a way I can’t blame them though as the Primos tap into those two deep-seated fetishes humans have had since ancient Egypt: cats and swords. And that fetishization leads people to forget what the Primos are truly like: isolationist, xenophobic and violent in equal measure. By whatever kind fates determine the fate of the universe have determined that they don’t expand beyond their home systems.
And then here we are on Hilt, if it were up to me the Council would ignore pleas to arbitrate any ceasefire, the whole galaxy would be better off if these two barbarians would just tickle each other to death.
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He Boudo are unsophisticated barbarians and brutish thugs, taking whatever they want whenever they want, thinking their size and strength entitles them to what belongs to others. Although I cannot deny they have a certain sexual allure to them, strength and passion in equal measure makes them quite notable lovers.
The Prismos nation settled on this world when we first set our solar sails to the winds of nearby stars, our blood seeped deep into its soil, it is one of the Eight Great Sisters, as sacred to us as the homeworld itself, every soldier under my command would sooner die than allow it to be fall into the hands of these barbarians.
Hilt represents almost a fifth of our empire’s collective industry, it is home to 25 million citizens and bulwark against the horrors of the greater void. As the name implies Hilt is home to our empire’s great defence industry, not only home to many factories but many laboratories, home to the secret weapon that was to protect us, no doubt the reason the Boudo came here in the first place.
The tickling energy weapons that forms the basis of our military technology is developed here on this planet. With the advancements our scientists
I am Sabina, commander of the Primos, defender and liberator of its people and safeguard of the empire. The people of these world are my people, the soldiers are my kin, and the Boudo will fill its dungeons.
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I’m horny, both literally and sexually.
You know for a planet filled with cute little kitties the pussy here tastes pretty terrible.
My girls love pussy, love domination in general, nothing compares to making love to a Boudo, we are born to dominate, the whole galaxy was born to be our submissives, once they taste what we have to offer they beg us and call us mommy, the only reason anyone ever fights back is because they don’t know what they’re missing out.
Unfortunately most of the galaxy doesn’t know what they’re missing out on, that’s why we have to go out and make them realize their mistakes. That’s why we’re here, few beings in the known universe can take on a Boudo, we are all warriors and not a single one of us ever submits, but other races do and when faced with being wrestled or beaten into submission or being our playthings, they always pick the less violent approach.
But bare hands can only get you so far, and armour and weapons make the difference in the relationship between dominant and submissive. My girls think this is about raids, just take slaves and loot and that’s all we’ll need to get by, some girls don’t care and just live for the sake dominating the enemy. But I see more than that, my clan has a greater future and I have the Marshal’s toe rings in my sights.
These worlds will belong to the Boudo and the Prismos will simply have to accept their new place as members of our harems, and in my honor I’ll market each and every one of them with my name: Saya. Now I just have to think of which is the most degrading: tattooing, branding or shaving it into their fur?
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These two are the personalities that’ll shape the lives of over 25 million people, an egotistical reprobate and a patriot, one sounds better than the other don’t they, but don’t forget a patriot is someone who dedicated to the wellbeing of her people, not to others; I don’t believe for one minute the Primos’ intentions with the weapons they made here were at all peaceful, it was only by luck that the Boudo attacked them and garnered galactic sympathy, otherwise they would’ve triggered an arms race with how much this produces on any given year.
But that aside, my duty is to make sure these two sides make peace in a civilized manner and according to the framework set out by interstellar law. What a fucking joke, what does the council think it’ll achieve by trying to force laws on people who don’t even recognize them?
And of course it’s my luck to be assigned here, of all people why me? My opinions aren’t secret, I think most of my colleagues are well aware of my opinions, why would anyone knowingly send ME to negotiate this already doomed to fail ceasefire, unless they expected me to fail? Is that it, is someone trying to end my career with the Council?
Well fucking great like I don’t have enough problems.
My first meeting today will be with Commander Sabina of the Primos, I’m surprised she’d see me at considering that the Boudo more likely to eat out an envoy than listen to her, meaning that even if the Primos accepted peace with open arms the Boudo wouldn’t.
Aid isn’t a possibility, the Council and Earth are strictly neutral and on top of that Primos doesn’t have the best relationship with their neighbours as is. I’m not important enough to be a hostage so extortion isn’t it either; you don’t think the rumours are true? That aliens have some kind of fetish for human females?
I banished those minds from my thoughts as my shuttle came to the landing pad at the Primos command centre, like all other buildings in their culture they were more concerned about aesthetics and geomancy than practicality, this place looked more like a palace than a bunker. As the shuttle came a landing with barely a bump I was greeted by an escort, a pair of guards that introduced themselves as part of the commander’s personal bodyguards, they must be under supplied as they merely came to me wearing simple field uniforms, as opposed to the elaborate regalia a person of their rank wear when greeting someone of my station.
I was led to the command centre with little time or opportunity for tarrying, what little I saw wasn’t encouraging, many Primos girls lying naked and quivering in orgasm, trying to find comfort from each other like a family of lovers. I’ve never the battlefield, I’ve never been in a dungeon or bondage against my will, I know its reprehensible to fetishize these people’s suffering but I can’t help but get chills of the idea of being at the mercy of a legion of Boudo. I’ve never even seen one up close, but the idea of having a dominatrix with that kind of body, it’s of the kind of stuff I fill my dreams with when I long for intimacy.
When we entered the command room I saw Sabina for the first time, a harsh woman filled with certainty of purpose and determination guiding her action. She poured over data pads her subordinates handed her, I almost didn’t want to approach her for fear she’d stab with her sword, I know it’s just a feather sword but still.
“Commander Sabina? I am the diplomatic emissary from the Galactic Council, my name is Carolina. I’m here with the authority of the Council to arbitrate the ceasefire with the Boudo.”
She took one second to look at me and that one second had more contempt in it than any other interaction I’ve had since I took this job, we’re off to great start aren’t we?
“Do you know what the Boudo do to their victims?”
“I have a degree in history Madame Commander, I’m aware of what the Boudo will do to this world and its people if they succeed.”
“Then tell me Madame Ambassador, what are your thoughts on the likelihood of my women returning to me at all? You know those monsters don’t make any distinction between soldier and civilian, they’ll use them as pleasure slaves until there’s nothing left, few races condone tickling prisoners to death but the Boudo make a game of it!”
“Madame Commander there’s no proof to such allegations, the Boudo do not tickle their prisoners to death any more than any other race.”
“That’s cold comfort for the ones stuck in their prison camps.”
“With all due respect Madame Commander that’s why I’m here, with the support of the Council I’ll make sure your people go free and Boudo leave your planet in peace.”
Commander Sabina didn’t seem to like my tone as she quickly tackled me to the floor.
“You have an awful lot of faith in the ‘civilized’ ways of the Boudo, how do I know you aren’t a sympathizer, how do I know the great Galactic Council isn’t secretly supporting the Boudo, how do I know you won’t give favourable concessions to them?”
“That’s ridiculous, why would we do that? The Council doesn’t like the Boudo any more than you do!”
“All the more reason you would, you humans are all pathetic cowards, it’s obvious just be soft and furless your skin is!”
“That’s just speciest nonsense!”
“Nonsense? Fine then we’ll find the truth the hard way, that soft skin of yours will entertain my troops; frustrated with being on the backfoot they need a diversion and since we don’t have any pleasure girls at our disposal you will serve nicely. I’ve heard human feet are almost the softest in the galaxy save for the Paxim, I’m interested to find out if that’s true.”
And thus I have another reason to this planet and everyone on it.
Before I could move two Primos joined their commander and stripped me naked while she held me down, I screamed and cried but they stripped me with ruthless efficiency, the cold air swept across my skin in a few seconds.
“Take her to the dungeon, I expect her fluids delivered to me in a fine crystal glass.”
The guards carried me off to the dungeons as I screamed and cried, not even to protest, just my brain switching from grown woman to little girl.
“What is a human exactly?”
“A furless bipedal alien from a continental planet called earth.”
“Oh I know that, I mean what is she in an evolutionary sense? I’ve never seen a hairless mammal before, the skin is so soft I can’t believe this is how she naturally is, I thought you had to share mammals to get to the skin.”
“They’re descended from some kind of loud, screeching little primate, monkeys I think.”
“Oh that’s cute, I had a pet monkey when I was a little, I sued to bathe her and play with her and hug her all day long, and then I sat on her.”
“I once caught a little monkey in my mother’s garden, I ate it.”
“I heard their cum tastes like honey.”
“That’s crap, only Paxim and Dryad’s taste that good, I best she tastes worse than the Boudo.”
I stopped screaming a while back and allowed the two to carry me through the bowls of the Primos complex, eventually they dropped me off in a dingy little cell with a bondage chair that tied by hands well above my head and spread my legs wide open for any hungry cats looking to enjoy my womanhood. The two guards left and locked the door behind them with one last shout.
“Have fun little monkey!”
Out of the shadows from the corners of the cell came more Primos, the interrogations of the Primos were known for their cruelty, Primos tongues like all feline tongues were incredibly course with thousands of little hairs almost as sharp as their claws. I’ve heard of Boudo and their tough soles being reduced to genuine tears, what were they going to do to me?
“Soft skin, a very nice diversion from the Boudo.”
“Humans don’t have much stamina, this won’t be a challenge.”
“Naughty little monkey should think of her poor soft skin, think of all the horrible things the big bad cats do to naught little spies.”
“Did you know big cats eat monkeys? How many of your ancestors were eaten by ours? They should be chiding you for being in this situation.”
There were three of them, the oldest one at the centre was noticeably older than the others, I don’t know how Primos age compared to humans but I’d say she was the equivalent of early 40s. The one to her right was younger, younger than me, maybe early twenties, she wore her hair in a little braid and she had this smile on her face like a little girl. The one to her left looked downright unstable, her fur wildly dyed with all manner of colours with piercings at every part of her body, considering how strict the reputation of the Primos military it was hard to believe they’d tolerate that kind of behaviour, I guess she must’ve earned her dispensation.
“We are the soies’ sirens, we weed naughty little children like you.”
“Please! I’m not a spy, this is all a horrible mistake, I swear to you I’m not. This is all a mistake, I swear I’m on a peace mission!”
“Feet, thighs, genitals, ribs, stomach, armpits, breasts, neck, palms; is there anything else we’re missing dear?” The den mother asked.
“Please! I’m not a Boudo! You can’t do this to me, my body can’t take it! You’re gonna kill me.”
“Oh don’t worry sweetheart, we know how your body works. We’ll just stick to your feet, that’s the toughest skin on your body right?” The sweet one asked.
“No not my feet! Not anywhere, your tongues will literally shred my skin off, it’s too fragile to take long periods of torture!”
“Well isn’t that your fault for having such soft skin? It’s really unbelievable that a species like yours could evolve into being less capable, I’m starting to think some cruel aliens took your ancestors, altered their genes into thin skinned pleasure slaves and left them out into the wilderness for shits and giggles. The only reason you created a civilization is no one bothered to check back.” The surprisingly witty punk spieled.
Oh god, this was really happening, these alien sadists were going to skin me alive and no one’s going to rescue me!
The three predatory creatures sauntered towards as the eldest took her place kneeling in front of my exposed vagina. Oh shit this was it, she was going to mutilate my genitals with her barbed tongue. She let slip that deadly muscle and took a lap me, my fear overwhelming any pleasure, it was when she got to my clit that I realized her tongue was completely smooth.
“In case you’re wondering that’s the wonders of genetic engineering, we’re not savages after all, we like smooth tongues as much as anyone else.” I never thought that stern voice of this middle aged dominatrix would sound so sweet.
“So you’re not going to torture me?”
“Of course we’re going to torture you sweetie, that’s our job.”
“But why are you being nice.”
“Because we not you’re not a spy, the commander’s just under stress and needed to take it out on someone.”
“If you know I’m not a spy why don’t you just let me go?!”
“Orders are orders, besides don’t think of this as torture, just lie back and think of Jupiter.”
“You mean Earth.”
“Oh whatever.”
Another lap of the tongue, this time I could actually feel it and it was supremely pleasant.
“Ohhh, that feels good.”
“Experience is everything my sweet little monkey.”
“Can I get her toes? They look tiny and cute I just want to suck on them!” The bubbly tigress exclaimed.
“Is there any part of any prisoner you haven’t put your mouth on?” The punk sighed.
“Eyeballs? But only because they’re fragile.”
“The mice caught by you must suffer a fate worse than death.”
“You two have a job to do remember?” The mother is angry.
“I call her toes!!”
“I call her breasts, I wonder if she gets as mad as the Boudo when I play with them.”
“Please be gentle.” It was more a whimper at this point but what hope did I have otherwise.
The tigresses began to have their way with me, the baby took her place at my right foot and vigorously and enthusiastic lapped at my sole and sucked on my toes, like a child sucking on candy she lavished with attention like each lick was giving her a sugar high.
And the punk stepped behind me and played with my breasts enthusiastically, letting my admittedly petite breasts jiggle in her hands was actually quite tickly with her fur. She lessened her grip and soon her fingers instead danced on the underside of my breasts causing even more jiggling and tickling even more cruelly.
I wiggled and jumped and squirmed and did anything I could to avoid all the attention I was receiving, my eyes welled up with tears as I wanted to beg and scream.
“Mommy! Call us Mommy!”
“MOMMY! YOU’RE ALL MY MOMMIES!!!”
“Jiggle some more monkey! Monkeys are supposed to have cute little tails, wiggle that cute little pelvis of yours, I want to see you wiggle and jiggle.”
“PLEAHEAHEHEHEHESEEE NO MORE!!!!!”
“Why do you call your toes piggies? They don’ look like pigs, the Boudo look more like pigs, your look more like goldfish, or maybe some kind of weird beetle with the toenails as shells.”
“I DOHOHOHON’T KNOW!!”
My nerves were overloaded with tickling as the catwomen gleefully tortured me, the only thing I was grateful for was the fact that they must’ve filed down their claws otherwise they’d be shredding my skin off rather than just tickling me.
“Tell us who you’re working for?!”
“YOU KNOW I’M NOT A SPHIHIHIHIHY!!!”
“We know but we’re contractually obligated to say that once per session.”
The baby’s tongue became obsessed with my toes, sucking on them one by one each toe entered her mouth and was lovingly bathed with her tongue, that long agile muscle twisting, turning and encircling each toe in a heavenly prison of wet flesh. And the trip between them was just as tickly, that incredibly flexible tongue seemed to be able to compress itself into a tighter, smaller size and slurp its way into the spaces between my toes; the horrid slithery tickle snakes wriggled around against the webbing of my toes with such ferocity and fluidity it was even worse than the toe sucking.
The punk behind me took to nuzzling my neck: kissing, nibbling and blowing cold air on the sides, such subtle tickling would normally drive me crazy if it weren’t for everything else. Her fingers changed tactics and her claws now alternated between circling my areolas and then flicking my nipples, one relaxed them and made them feel loved and the other made them like my last relationship. It was oddly pleasurable, didn’t really tickle, but it helped keep me as horny as hell.
And at my groin region was the matriarch of the group, whether through training or experience this was easily some of the best oral sex I have ever enjoyed; the lapping of her tongue, now targeting my clitoris, mixing it with penetrating my vagina with an amazingly flexible serpentine tongue that wiggled and tickled everywhere it went. The tongue just rest on my labia without motion and the matriarch would move her head side to side and up and down and letting the textures of the tongue do their job, and topping it off by suckling on my clitoris, treating it like a miniature penis.
The combined pressure of all these catwomen eventually made me cum, and then it made me faint.
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Boudo are big, Boudo are strong, Boudo are smelly, but more than anything Boudo are cruel. Shaving off your fur entirely or shaving obscenities into your back, they’re appetites are unquenchable and your bodies will give out well before they can be satisfied in bed. This is the fate of those taken by the Boudo, this is the fate of our entire world if the Boudo win, all our efforts and our legacy stripped and pillaged and people made slaves for the Boudo’s entertainment.
The front lines are a fragile place, the Boudo have had the forward momentum since they landed on the planet less than a month ago, they move with terrifying speed and ferocious strength. It is only by the arrival of Commander Sabina and her personal forces that stabilized the line, now were just trying to hold off Boudo advance.
But the Boudo aren’t bowed by that, the Boudo never stop and never give up, the Boudo keep pushing and just like their fingers they know where the weakest point is to strike. That’s us, the militia was organized to fill gaps in the hole, but we don’t have the weapons or supplies to hold anything and the Boudo know that. It’s only a matter of time before they strike again and take us as prisoners, we’re outnumbered, outgunned and on our way to their brothel-dungeons.
We dug a simple trench system across what used to be a village, we lined the trenches armed with our simple tickle guns; we’ve been on alert for more than 12 hours because we know from experience that the Boudo like to attack in the dead of night. The sun will be up in maybe 2 hours, maybe we made it, maybe we’ll actually survive!
And then the sound of mad cackling began from the other end of the trench, I knew it was the Boudo, I knew it was only a matter of time before they overwhelm the entire line, I knew they were going to come after us. I readied my tickle rifle for whatever kind of horrors awaited me marching down the line of the trench, only to be stabbed in the back by a Boudo feather sword.
The tickly energy imbued within the fabric of the feathers caused a shock to my system that almost overwhelmed my senses, but thankfully through some miracle of fate I kept my consciousness and stability. I spun around to see my attacker was a burly Boudo soldier readying her next attack and so pulled out my knismesis sabre from its holster and prepared my defence.
The Boudo didn’t bother taking a stance, she was playing with me, I tried to take a defensive stance like they taught us at boot camp but it’s been so long that I almost forgot the proper spacing and positioning.
The Boudo lunged at me with the grace of a drunk bull, stabbing at me wildly trying to keep me off balance; I countered with the few parries I knew but it was obvious she wasn’t serious, she just laughed and struck me with another blow to the abdomen, the sheer tickling force of her sword stunned me so much that I had to try and keep still so the electric signals in my nerves would stay bearable and not send me into an unconscious stupor.
The Boudo didn’t wait though, she merely took me in her arms and hefted me on her back like some kind of animal to bring back to her camp, as I saw from my view my comrades were being prepared accordingly. So this is the fate of the Primos, to warm the beds of the Boudo.
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There are no windows or clocks down here, but I assumed it was morning, I found myself lying on a surprisingly comfortable cot surrounded bywhat seemed like a luxurious fur blanket.
“Only the best cell for an ambassador!” The silky smooth tones of the matriarch, who I realized is the blanket I was indulging in.
“Kocho kocho, that’s what you human’s say right?” And the baby was covering my other side.
“If you don’t get up right now the commander says you’ll be added to her harem, and you don’t want to know what she does to her girls. Actually honestly she’s so exhausted with the war she’s too tired for actual domination, so she just has torture her girls so she can get off vicariously.” The punk, sitting at my feet, explained with a little bit of enjoyment.
“Soft skin and weak muscles, you wouldn’t have to wait for us, the harem girls will take out their frustration on you, after all such a soft little alien automatically makes you the bottom of the totem pole.”
“Can I please just leave?!” I was sick of this bullshit.
“No, the commander wants to see you. Now get upstairs before she gets even more upset, then she’ll send you to the subbasement, and you don’t want to go to the subbasement believe you me.”
“Fine, can I at least have some cloths?”
“No.”
I hate this planet, I never want to be a near a Primos as long as I live, all this bullshit culture about hierarchy and domination can go to hell, they’re no different than the Boudo.
Walking up to the command centre facing the leers and jeers and literal cat calls of the now very condescending Primos was extremely difficult to penetrate, I made my way to the waiting commander who was unphased by my nudity and unsympathetic to my plight.
“Well it looks like you check out, the Council has confirmed you identity and your mission, so that means I have use of you.”
“You have use of ME?!!? You torture and humiliate an appointed ambassador of the Galactic council and you presume to think of you have authority over ME?!”
“Yes I do, you are going to continue your mission as my spy, you go to the Boudo command centre offering your little message of peace, once there you will report everything back to me, is that understood?”
She can’t seriously think I’d go along with this, not after everything that just happened.
“I’m reporting all of this to the Council!”
“With what exactly? Your shipboard communicators have been seized, all you have left is your uniform and you’re very lucky I’m giving you that much.”
“You’re not going to get away with this!”
“If this means saving Hilt that than doesn’t matter.”
The catwoman’s face lightened up and her stern exterior gave way to one of sorrow.
“You won’t be doing this for me, you’ll be doing this for the people of this planet who are innocent, the people who don’t deserve to put in dungeons and hauled off to slave markets and harems all over the galaxy. Siding with us is the only choice a civilized person like yourself, if the Boudo win there’ll be nothing left of this world, everything will be gone and its history lost to the void.”
She was being genuine, I shouldn’t have been so surprised, it was probably the shock of the recent events.
“What do you need me to do?”
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The Boudo camp was a small Spartan affair, it was designed to be mobile and small and support the fast movement of a Boudo advance, it was a massive wheeled truck with a specially designed undercarriage that acted as the dungeons for the Boudo harems. The Primos kept in those cages, when they weren’t subject to the whims of Boudo soldiers they were being broken to serve their new masters. No fancy brainwashing, no implants or other high tech luxuries to make the process easier, just good old fashioned hands on conditioning.
The Boudo had a system not unlike the Primos interrogation squad, except whereas those interrogators were chosen specifically for their experience and personalities as part of a psychological tactic to break down and make pliable a victim with the use of a bully, a nymph and a maternal figure, the Boudo just used all bullies all the time. One harem girl could expect a full of squad of Boudo matriarchs working them over for anywhere between a few hours to days without rest.
The ‘matriarchs’ had a special place among the Boudo, these were warriors who had last so long and never been beaten but age is never generous to any living creature, rather than going down ignobly according to their warrior code these ‘matriarchs’ used their clout to ask the favour of a less public posting. Instead of the desirable rank of a high standing officer and having to live the sword of Damocles over their heads, these Boudo decided to live out their twilight years using their experience in secondary roles behind the lines that needed to be done and no one minded granting these honourable warriors a cushy position. These positions could be things more benign like training instructors, nursemaids, mothers, doctors, teachers, administrators, not glorious but an appropriate retirement.
But Boudo are Boudo, and whether through pulling some strings to get a temporary transfer or just so in love with sadism and torture they took the job permanently, these women and out amongst a galaxy of sadists who spend the kind of years others dedicate to their grandchildren to providing the rest of their fellows with pliable slaves, they do this by doing this so brutal and cruel to these girls that they fear for their lives if they ever disappoint their clients.
Virgins were always sought after by any warrior, the younger and more naïve the better, little Primos blossoms just begging to be subjected to the worst cruelties the galaxy had to offer; these dirty old women wanted to dominate and degrade them in a way so extreme it would traumatize them. Being their first introduction to the wonderful world of both tickling and sex Sasagra was a massive fan of the perineum, blindfolded and legs spread these pure little girls who barely touched themselves never even knew about the existence of that little stretch of skin let alone how insanely ticklish it was.
The great grand sisters Kargana and Beyrtor had a love of their mouths, they used them in role as teachers and caregivers to the children under their charge, they became known as the wicked aunties whose extensively knowledge of the body and ability to work in unison meant no student would ever question their collection of medals and toy rings they proudly displayed. So when they found a young girl like now they applied those skills for synchronized terrorization of the poor pussies, although it took them a while to get to their victims’ pussies as they started with the breasts, moved to the armpits, down the ribs, an extensive raspberry session with the stomach, nibbling their way down the thigh and knees, and then the feet became a minute tour in and of themselves, where the two mouths worshiped the same soles and nibbled each individual toe.
Then by the time they reached the genitals they made a celebration of it and, like the feet, found a way to combine their mouths together in space not physically possible, two mouths double teaming a single clitoris and twin tongues making their way into the victim’s vagina.
Dominatrix-X’s origins were wrapped in mystery, some say she was part of a long lost eugenics program by mysterious hairy asexual midget aliens to use the Boudo to create the ultimate soldiers, others believed that she was a mutant granted super-Boudo powers by their goddess of war, sent to be a messiah to deliver them to galactic domination, to the rest of the galaxy the second was more compelling as they knew her as the scourge of their local deities, an unstoppable demoness who would singlehandedly break an entire planet’s population and deliver them to her people as trophies and slaves.
One thing was undeniable that X really was a legitimate monster, she was a giant that towered over her fellows, twice the size of the biggest normal Boudo, covered in muscles and wielding many arms, as in actual arms and hands, she had at least a dozen popping out of the sides of torso, the ones that could be seen, and each equipped with 8 fingers that sported super-Boudo dexterity, did we mention that these hands also had their own mouths embedded in the palms, with very long and dexterous tongues.
And the final horror that came enjoy herself in the harem was Mama Gram, she was a Boudo scientist after many years of taking down opponents, she studied a galaxy’s worth of skin types and nerves and from that knowledge developed a terrible weapon against the Primos. After she shaved them she applied her lotion and it made their skin as soft as any human’s, and of course for the benefit of the Boudo it was also strawberry flavoured.
These are the elite, the generals and heroes that commander Saya had assembled, and of all the treasures of the planet they all hungered for one thing and one alone: Commander Sabine, to be theirs, in their private dungeon, to be enjoyed by all of them, all at the same time.
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Upload a virus, free the prisoners and get out as quickly as possible. She made it all sound so easy, but being surrounded by her soldiers didn’t give me the opportunity to say no. If I could leave this damn planet right now I would, but she’s already hacked the flight computer and is controlling my shuttle remotely. As the shuttle came closer to the Boudo’s territory I took at least a little comfort in the fact that the Boudo respect me enough not to use me as target practice.
The moment I get off this planet I’ll make sure Sabina goes on trial for what she’s done to me. That’s assuming I don’t end up spending the rest of my life in a Boudo harem dungeon, I know enough to know that the smaller and softer you are the more they see you as inferior, and when they do that they’ll treat you more like a sex doll than an actual person.
Letters of a slave was a novel of an early space explorer and her journey through this galaxy and fetishistic denizens, it won awards and even got a mainstream film release; it was shameless porn but that’s really just a sign of the times we live in.
The coordinates they gave me was to a little patch of desert in the middle of nowhere, even a ‘neutral’ party wasn’t being trusted with the location of their main base, I let Sabina guide me and land on the this little patch of nothing.
As I moved to the rear of the shuttle, fixed up desert gear and lowered the rear ramp I was greeted by four Boudo warriors wielding ropes, a gag and burlap sack.
“Well hello there madame ambassador, we’re here to escort you to our headquarters. If you feel the sack is too undignified we could simply carry you there, but you’d be naked and tied to a pole.”
Boudo hospitality, nothing quite like it.
“Sure why not the pole, I’m gonna be naked at some point!”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Hilt is a world that has seen the worst faces of war this universe can offer, of all the civilizations that inhabit this galaxy the Primos and the Boudo are among the most warlike and vicious. Cruel in battle and even crueller in victory, neither race yields, neither race forgives, nor when the battle is done both races revel in the sadism they inflict upon the helpless.
Human history has many tales of such cruelty, when our ancestors first started colonizing new worlds Boudo pirates were always there taking slaves and marauding, hundreds of years later still no one knows what happened to the missing colonists and Boudo either have very short memories or very tight lips.
On the flip side there are the Primos, it sometimes gets on my nerves how many humans fetishize these creatures, in a way I can’t blame them though as the Primos tap into those two deep-seated fetishes humans have had since ancient Egypt: cats and swords. And that fetishization leads people to forget what the Primos are truly like: isolationist, xenophobic and violent in equal measure. By whatever kind fates determine the fate of the universe have determined that they don’t expand beyond their home systems.
And then here we are on Hilt, if it were up to me the Council would ignore pleas to arbitrate any ceasefire, the whole galaxy would be better off if these two barbarians would just tickle each other to death.
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He Boudo are unsophisticated barbarians and brutish thugs, taking whatever they want whenever they want, thinking their size and strength entitles them to what belongs to others. Although I cannot deny they have a certain sexual allure to them, strength and passion in equal measure makes them quite notable lovers.
The Prismos nation settled on this world when we first set our solar sails to the winds of nearby stars, our blood seeped deep into its soil, it is one of the Eight Great Sisters, as sacred to us as the homeworld itself, every soldier under my command would sooner die than allow it to be fall into the hands of these barbarians.
Hilt represents almost a fifth of our empire’s collective industry, it is home to 25 million citizens and bulwark against the horrors of the greater void. As the name implies Hilt is home to our empire’s great defence industry, not only home to many factories but many laboratories, home to the secret weapon that was to protect us, no doubt the reason the Boudo came here in the first place.
The tickling energy weapons that forms the basis of our military technology is developed here on this planet. With the advancements our scientists
I am Sabina, commander of the Primos, defender and liberator of its people and safeguard of the empire. The people of these world are my people, the soldiers are my kin, and the Boudo will fill its dungeons.
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I’m horny, both literally and sexually.
You know for a planet filled with cute little kitties the pussy here tastes pretty terrible.
My girls love pussy, love domination in general, nothing compares to making love to a Boudo, we are born to dominate, the whole galaxy was born to be our submissives, once they taste what we have to offer they beg us and call us mommy, the only reason anyone ever fights back is because they don’t know what they’re missing out.
Unfortunately most of the galaxy doesn’t know what they’re missing out on, that’s why we have to go out and make them realize their mistakes. That’s why we’re here, few beings in the known universe can take on a Boudo, we are all warriors and not a single one of us ever submits, but other races do and when faced with being wrestled or beaten into submission or being our playthings, they always pick the less violent approach.
But bare hands can only get you so far, and armour and weapons make the difference in the relationship between dominant and submissive. My girls think this is about raids, just take slaves and loot and that’s all we’ll need to get by, some girls don’t care and just live for the sake dominating the enemy. But I see more than that, my clan has a greater future and I have the Marshal’s toe rings in my sights.
These worlds will belong to the Boudo and the Prismos will simply have to accept their new place as members of our harems, and in my honor I’ll market each and every one of them with my name: Saya. Now I just have to think of which is the most degrading: tattooing, branding or shaving it into their fur?
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These two are the personalities that’ll shape the lives of over 25 million people, an egotistical reprobate and a patriot, one sounds better than the other don’t they, but don’t forget a patriot is someone who dedicated to the wellbeing of her people, not to others; I don’t believe for one minute the Primos’ intentions with the weapons they made here were at all peaceful, it was only by luck that the Boudo attacked them and garnered galactic sympathy, otherwise they would’ve triggered an arms race with how much this produces on any given year.
But that aside, my duty is to make sure these two sides make peace in a civilized manner and according to the framework set out by interstellar law. What a fucking joke, what does the council think it’ll achieve by trying to force laws on people who don’t even recognize them?
And of course it’s my luck to be assigned here, of all people why me? My opinions aren’t secret, I think most of my colleagues are well aware of my opinions, why would anyone knowingly send ME to negotiate this already doomed to fail ceasefire, unless they expected me to fail? Is that it, is someone trying to end my career with the Council?
Well fucking great like I don’t have enough problems.
My first meeting today will be with Commander Sabina of the Primos, I’m surprised she’d see me at considering that the Boudo more likely to eat out an envoy than listen to her, meaning that even if the Primos accepted peace with open arms the Boudo wouldn’t.
Aid isn’t a possibility, the Council and Earth are strictly neutral and on top of that Primos doesn’t have the best relationship with their neighbours as is. I’m not important enough to be a hostage so extortion isn’t it either; you don’t think the rumours are true? That aliens have some kind of fetish for human females?
I banished those minds from my thoughts as my shuttle came to the landing pad at the Primos command centre, like all other buildings in their culture they were more concerned about aesthetics and geomancy than practicality, this place looked more like a palace than a bunker. As the shuttle came a landing with barely a bump I was greeted by an escort, a pair of guards that introduced themselves as part of the commander’s personal bodyguards, they must be under supplied as they merely came to me wearing simple field uniforms, as opposed to the elaborate regalia a person of their rank wear when greeting someone of my station.
I was led to the command centre with little time or opportunity for tarrying, what little I saw wasn’t encouraging, many Primos girls lying naked and quivering in orgasm, trying to find comfort from each other like a family of lovers. I’ve never the battlefield, I’ve never been in a dungeon or bondage against my will, I know its reprehensible to fetishize these people’s suffering but I can’t help but get chills of the idea of being at the mercy of a legion of Boudo. I’ve never even seen one up close, but the idea of having a dominatrix with that kind of body, it’s of the kind of stuff I fill my dreams with when I long for intimacy.
When we entered the command room I saw Sabina for the first time, a harsh woman filled with certainty of purpose and determination guiding her action. She poured over data pads her subordinates handed her, I almost didn’t want to approach her for fear she’d stab with her sword, I know it’s just a feather sword but still.
“Commander Sabina? I am the diplomatic emissary from the Galactic Council, my name is Carolina. I’m here with the authority of the Council to arbitrate the ceasefire with the Boudo.”
She took one second to look at me and that one second had more contempt in it than any other interaction I’ve had since I took this job, we’re off to great start aren’t we?
“Do you know what the Boudo do to their victims?”
“I have a degree in history Madame Commander, I’m aware of what the Boudo will do to this world and its people if they succeed.”
“Then tell me Madame Ambassador, what are your thoughts on the likelihood of my women returning to me at all? You know those monsters don’t make any distinction between soldier and civilian, they’ll use them as pleasure slaves until there’s nothing left, few races condone tickling prisoners to death but the Boudo make a game of it!”
“Madame Commander there’s no proof to such allegations, the Boudo do not tickle their prisoners to death any more than any other race.”
“That’s cold comfort for the ones stuck in their prison camps.”
“With all due respect Madame Commander that’s why I’m here, with the support of the Council I’ll make sure your people go free and Boudo leave your planet in peace.”
Commander Sabina didn’t seem to like my tone as she quickly tackled me to the floor.
“You have an awful lot of faith in the ‘civilized’ ways of the Boudo, how do I know you aren’t a sympathizer, how do I know the great Galactic Council isn’t secretly supporting the Boudo, how do I know you won’t give favourable concessions to them?”
“That’s ridiculous, why would we do that? The Council doesn’t like the Boudo any more than you do!”
“All the more reason you would, you humans are all pathetic cowards, it’s obvious just be soft and furless your skin is!”
“That’s just speciest nonsense!”
“Nonsense? Fine then we’ll find the truth the hard way, that soft skin of yours will entertain my troops; frustrated with being on the backfoot they need a diversion and since we don’t have any pleasure girls at our disposal you will serve nicely. I’ve heard human feet are almost the softest in the galaxy save for the Paxim, I’m interested to find out if that’s true.”
And thus I have another reason to this planet and everyone on it.
Before I could move two Primos joined their commander and stripped me naked while she held me down, I screamed and cried but they stripped me with ruthless efficiency, the cold air swept across my skin in a few seconds.
“Take her to the dungeon, I expect her fluids delivered to me in a fine crystal glass.”
The guards carried me off to the dungeons as I screamed and cried, not even to protest, just my brain switching from grown woman to little girl.
“What is a human exactly?”
“A furless bipedal alien from a continental planet called earth.”
“Oh I know that, I mean what is she in an evolutionary sense? I’ve never seen a hairless mammal before, the skin is so soft I can’t believe this is how she naturally is, I thought you had to share mammals to get to the skin.”
“They’re descended from some kind of loud, screeching little primate, monkeys I think.”
“Oh that’s cute, I had a pet monkey when I was a little, I sued to bathe her and play with her and hug her all day long, and then I sat on her.”
“I once caught a little monkey in my mother’s garden, I ate it.”
“I heard their cum tastes like honey.”
“That’s crap, only Paxim and Dryad’s taste that good, I best she tastes worse than the Boudo.”
I stopped screaming a while back and allowed the two to carry me through the bowls of the Primos complex, eventually they dropped me off in a dingy little cell with a bondage chair that tied by hands well above my head and spread my legs wide open for any hungry cats looking to enjoy my womanhood. The two guards left and locked the door behind them with one last shout.
“Have fun little monkey!”
Out of the shadows from the corners of the cell came more Primos, the interrogations of the Primos were known for their cruelty, Primos tongues like all feline tongues were incredibly course with thousands of little hairs almost as sharp as their claws. I’ve heard of Boudo and their tough soles being reduced to genuine tears, what were they going to do to me?
“Soft skin, a very nice diversion from the Boudo.”
“Humans don’t have much stamina, this won’t be a challenge.”
“Naughty little monkey should think of her poor soft skin, think of all the horrible things the big bad cats do to naught little spies.”
“Did you know big cats eat monkeys? How many of your ancestors were eaten by ours? They should be chiding you for being in this situation.”
There were three of them, the oldest one at the centre was noticeably older than the others, I don’t know how Primos age compared to humans but I’d say she was the equivalent of early 40s. The one to her right was younger, younger than me, maybe early twenties, she wore her hair in a little braid and she had this smile on her face like a little girl. The one to her left looked downright unstable, her fur wildly dyed with all manner of colours with piercings at every part of her body, considering how strict the reputation of the Primos military it was hard to believe they’d tolerate that kind of behaviour, I guess she must’ve earned her dispensation.
“We are the soies’ sirens, we weed naughty little children like you.”
“Please! I’m not a spy, this is all a horrible mistake, I swear to you I’m not. This is all a mistake, I swear I’m on a peace mission!”
“Feet, thighs, genitals, ribs, stomach, armpits, breasts, neck, palms; is there anything else we’re missing dear?” The den mother asked.
“Please! I’m not a Boudo! You can’t do this to me, my body can’t take it! You’re gonna kill me.”
“Oh don’t worry sweetheart, we know how your body works. We’ll just stick to your feet, that’s the toughest skin on your body right?” The sweet one asked.
“No not my feet! Not anywhere, your tongues will literally shred my skin off, it’s too fragile to take long periods of torture!”
“Well isn’t that your fault for having such soft skin? It’s really unbelievable that a species like yours could evolve into being less capable, I’m starting to think some cruel aliens took your ancestors, altered their genes into thin skinned pleasure slaves and left them out into the wilderness for shits and giggles. The only reason you created a civilization is no one bothered to check back.” The surprisingly witty punk spieled.
Oh god, this was really happening, these alien sadists were going to skin me alive and no one’s going to rescue me!
The three predatory creatures sauntered towards as the eldest took her place kneeling in front of my exposed vagina. Oh shit this was it, she was going to mutilate my genitals with her barbed tongue. She let slip that deadly muscle and took a lap me, my fear overwhelming any pleasure, it was when she got to my clit that I realized her tongue was completely smooth.
“In case you’re wondering that’s the wonders of genetic engineering, we’re not savages after all, we like smooth tongues as much as anyone else.” I never thought that stern voice of this middle aged dominatrix would sound so sweet.
“So you’re not going to torture me?”
“Of course we’re going to torture you sweetie, that’s our job.”
“But why are you being nice.”
“Because we not you’re not a spy, the commander’s just under stress and needed to take it out on someone.”
“If you know I’m not a spy why don’t you just let me go?!”
“Orders are orders, besides don’t think of this as torture, just lie back and think of Jupiter.”
“You mean Earth.”
“Oh whatever.”
Another lap of the tongue, this time I could actually feel it and it was supremely pleasant.
“Ohhh, that feels good.”
“Experience is everything my sweet little monkey.”
“Can I get her toes? They look tiny and cute I just want to suck on them!” The bubbly tigress exclaimed.
“Is there any part of any prisoner you haven’t put your mouth on?” The punk sighed.
“Eyeballs? But only because they’re fragile.”
“The mice caught by you must suffer a fate worse than death.”
“You two have a job to do remember?” The mother is angry.
“I call her toes!!”
“I call her breasts, I wonder if she gets as mad as the Boudo when I play with them.”
“Please be gentle.” It was more a whimper at this point but what hope did I have otherwise.
The tigresses began to have their way with me, the baby took her place at my right foot and vigorously and enthusiastic lapped at my sole and sucked on my toes, like a child sucking on candy she lavished with attention like each lick was giving her a sugar high.
And the punk stepped behind me and played with my breasts enthusiastically, letting my admittedly petite breasts jiggle in her hands was actually quite tickly with her fur. She lessened her grip and soon her fingers instead danced on the underside of my breasts causing even more jiggling and tickling even more cruelly.
I wiggled and jumped and squirmed and did anything I could to avoid all the attention I was receiving, my eyes welled up with tears as I wanted to beg and scream.
“Mommy! Call us Mommy!”
“MOMMY! YOU’RE ALL MY MOMMIES!!!”
“Jiggle some more monkey! Monkeys are supposed to have cute little tails, wiggle that cute little pelvis of yours, I want to see you wiggle and jiggle.”
“PLEAHEAHEHEHEHESEEE NO MORE!!!!!”
“Why do you call your toes piggies? They don’ look like pigs, the Boudo look more like pigs, your look more like goldfish, or maybe some kind of weird beetle with the toenails as shells.”
“I DOHOHOHON’T KNOW!!”
My nerves were overloaded with tickling as the catwomen gleefully tortured me, the only thing I was grateful for was the fact that they must’ve filed down their claws otherwise they’d be shredding my skin off rather than just tickling me.
“Tell us who you’re working for?!”
“YOU KNOW I’M NOT A SPHIHIHIHIHY!!!”
“We know but we’re contractually obligated to say that once per session.”
The baby’s tongue became obsessed with my toes, sucking on them one by one each toe entered her mouth and was lovingly bathed with her tongue, that long agile muscle twisting, turning and encircling each toe in a heavenly prison of wet flesh. And the trip between them was just as tickly, that incredibly flexible tongue seemed to be able to compress itself into a tighter, smaller size and slurp its way into the spaces between my toes; the horrid slithery tickle snakes wriggled around against the webbing of my toes with such ferocity and fluidity it was even worse than the toe sucking.
The punk behind me took to nuzzling my neck: kissing, nibbling and blowing cold air on the sides, such subtle tickling would normally drive me crazy if it weren’t for everything else. Her fingers changed tactics and her claws now alternated between circling my areolas and then flicking my nipples, one relaxed them and made them feel loved and the other made them like my last relationship. It was oddly pleasurable, didn’t really tickle, but it helped keep me as horny as hell.
And at my groin region was the matriarch of the group, whether through training or experience this was easily some of the best oral sex I have ever enjoyed; the lapping of her tongue, now targeting my clitoris, mixing it with penetrating my vagina with an amazingly flexible serpentine tongue that wiggled and tickled everywhere it went. The tongue just rest on my labia without motion and the matriarch would move her head side to side and up and down and letting the textures of the tongue do their job, and topping it off by suckling on my clitoris, treating it like a miniature penis.
The combined pressure of all these catwomen eventually made me cum, and then it made me faint.
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Boudo are big, Boudo are strong, Boudo are smelly, but more than anything Boudo are cruel. Shaving off your fur entirely or shaving obscenities into your back, they’re appetites are unquenchable and your bodies will give out well before they can be satisfied in bed. This is the fate of those taken by the Boudo, this is the fate of our entire world if the Boudo win, all our efforts and our legacy stripped and pillaged and people made slaves for the Boudo’s entertainment.
The front lines are a fragile place, the Boudo have had the forward momentum since they landed on the planet less than a month ago, they move with terrifying speed and ferocious strength. It is only by the arrival of Commander Sabina and her personal forces that stabilized the line, now were just trying to hold off Boudo advance.
But the Boudo aren’t bowed by that, the Boudo never stop and never give up, the Boudo keep pushing and just like their fingers they know where the weakest point is to strike. That’s us, the militia was organized to fill gaps in the hole, but we don’t have the weapons or supplies to hold anything and the Boudo know that. It’s only a matter of time before they strike again and take us as prisoners, we’re outnumbered, outgunned and on our way to their brothel-dungeons.
We dug a simple trench system across what used to be a village, we lined the trenches armed with our simple tickle guns; we’ve been on alert for more than 12 hours because we know from experience that the Boudo like to attack in the dead of night. The sun will be up in maybe 2 hours, maybe we made it, maybe we’ll actually survive!
And then the sound of mad cackling began from the other end of the trench, I knew it was the Boudo, I knew it was only a matter of time before they overwhelm the entire line, I knew they were going to come after us. I readied my tickle rifle for whatever kind of horrors awaited me marching down the line of the trench, only to be stabbed in the back by a Boudo feather sword.
The tickly energy imbued within the fabric of the feathers caused a shock to my system that almost overwhelmed my senses, but thankfully through some miracle of fate I kept my consciousness and stability. I spun around to see my attacker was a burly Boudo soldier readying her next attack and so pulled out my knismesis sabre from its holster and prepared my defence.
The Boudo didn’t bother taking a stance, she was playing with me, I tried to take a defensive stance like they taught us at boot camp but it’s been so long that I almost forgot the proper spacing and positioning.
The Boudo lunged at me with the grace of a drunk bull, stabbing at me wildly trying to keep me off balance; I countered with the few parries I knew but it was obvious she wasn’t serious, she just laughed and struck me with another blow to the abdomen, the sheer tickling force of her sword stunned me so much that I had to try and keep still so the electric signals in my nerves would stay bearable and not send me into an unconscious stupor.
The Boudo didn’t wait though, she merely took me in her arms and hefted me on her back like some kind of animal to bring back to her camp, as I saw from my view my comrades were being prepared accordingly. So this is the fate of the Primos, to warm the beds of the Boudo.
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There are no windows or clocks down here, but I assumed it was morning, I found myself lying on a surprisingly comfortable cot surrounded bywhat seemed like a luxurious fur blanket.
“Only the best cell for an ambassador!” The silky smooth tones of the matriarch, who I realized is the blanket I was indulging in.
“Kocho kocho, that’s what you human’s say right?” And the baby was covering my other side.
“If you don’t get up right now the commander says you’ll be added to her harem, and you don’t want to know what she does to her girls. Actually honestly she’s so exhausted with the war she’s too tired for actual domination, so she just has torture her girls so she can get off vicariously.” The punk, sitting at my feet, explained with a little bit of enjoyment.
“Soft skin and weak muscles, you wouldn’t have to wait for us, the harem girls will take out their frustration on you, after all such a soft little alien automatically makes you the bottom of the totem pole.”
“Can I please just leave?!” I was sick of this bullshit.
“No, the commander wants to see you. Now get upstairs before she gets even more upset, then she’ll send you to the subbasement, and you don’t want to go to the subbasement believe you me.”
“Fine, can I at least have some cloths?”
“No.”
I hate this planet, I never want to be a near a Primos as long as I live, all this bullshit culture about hierarchy and domination can go to hell, they’re no different than the Boudo.
Walking up to the command centre facing the leers and jeers and literal cat calls of the now very condescending Primos was extremely difficult to penetrate, I made my way to the waiting commander who was unphased by my nudity and unsympathetic to my plight.
“Well it looks like you check out, the Council has confirmed you identity and your mission, so that means I have use of you.”
“You have use of ME?!!? You torture and humiliate an appointed ambassador of the Galactic council and you presume to think of you have authority over ME?!”
“Yes I do, you are going to continue your mission as my spy, you go to the Boudo command centre offering your little message of peace, once there you will report everything back to me, is that understood?”
She can’t seriously think I’d go along with this, not after everything that just happened.
“I’m reporting all of this to the Council!”
“With what exactly? Your shipboard communicators have been seized, all you have left is your uniform and you’re very lucky I’m giving you that much.”
“You’re not going to get away with this!”
“If this means saving Hilt that than doesn’t matter.”
The catwoman’s face lightened up and her stern exterior gave way to one of sorrow.
“You won’t be doing this for me, you’ll be doing this for the people of this planet who are innocent, the people who don’t deserve to put in dungeons and hauled off to slave markets and harems all over the galaxy. Siding with us is the only choice a civilized person like yourself, if the Boudo win there’ll be nothing left of this world, everything will be gone and its history lost to the void.”
She was being genuine, I shouldn’t have been so surprised, it was probably the shock of the recent events.
“What do you need me to do?”
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The Boudo camp was a small Spartan affair, it was designed to be mobile and small and support the fast movement of a Boudo advance, it was a massive wheeled truck with a specially designed undercarriage that acted as the dungeons for the Boudo harems. The Primos kept in those cages, when they weren’t subject to the whims of Boudo soldiers they were being broken to serve their new masters. No fancy brainwashing, no implants or other high tech luxuries to make the process easier, just good old fashioned hands on conditioning.
The Boudo had a system not unlike the Primos interrogation squad, except whereas those interrogators were chosen specifically for their experience and personalities as part of a psychological tactic to break down and make pliable a victim with the use of a bully, a nymph and a maternal figure, the Boudo just used all bullies all the time. One harem girl could expect a full of squad of Boudo matriarchs working them over for anywhere between a few hours to days without rest.
The ‘matriarchs’ had a special place among the Boudo, these were warriors who had last so long and never been beaten but age is never generous to any living creature, rather than going down ignobly according to their warrior code these ‘matriarchs’ used their clout to ask the favour of a less public posting. Instead of the desirable rank of a high standing officer and having to live the sword of Damocles over their heads, these Boudo decided to live out their twilight years using their experience in secondary roles behind the lines that needed to be done and no one minded granting these honourable warriors a cushy position. These positions could be things more benign like training instructors, nursemaids, mothers, doctors, teachers, administrators, not glorious but an appropriate retirement.
But Boudo are Boudo, and whether through pulling some strings to get a temporary transfer or just so in love with sadism and torture they took the job permanently, these women and out amongst a galaxy of sadists who spend the kind of years others dedicate to their grandchildren to providing the rest of their fellows with pliable slaves, they do this by doing this so brutal and cruel to these girls that they fear for their lives if they ever disappoint their clients.
Virgins were always sought after by any warrior, the younger and more naïve the better, little Primos blossoms just begging to be subjected to the worst cruelties the galaxy had to offer; these dirty old women wanted to dominate and degrade them in a way so extreme it would traumatize them. Being their first introduction to the wonderful world of both tickling and sex Sasagra was a massive fan of the perineum, blindfolded and legs spread these pure little girls who barely touched themselves never even knew about the existence of that little stretch of skin let alone how insanely ticklish it was.
The great grand sisters Kargana and Beyrtor had a love of their mouths, they used them in role as teachers and caregivers to the children under their charge, they became known as the wicked aunties whose extensively knowledge of the body and ability to work in unison meant no student would ever question their collection of medals and toy rings they proudly displayed. So when they found a young girl like now they applied those skills for synchronized terrorization of the poor pussies, although it took them a while to get to their victims’ pussies as they started with the breasts, moved to the armpits, down the ribs, an extensive raspberry session with the stomach, nibbling their way down the thigh and knees, and then the feet became a minute tour in and of themselves, where the two mouths worshiped the same soles and nibbled each individual toe.
Then by the time they reached the genitals they made a celebration of it and, like the feet, found a way to combine their mouths together in space not physically possible, two mouths double teaming a single clitoris and twin tongues making their way into the victim’s vagina.
Dominatrix-X’s origins were wrapped in mystery, some say she was part of a long lost eugenics program by mysterious hairy asexual midget aliens to use the Boudo to create the ultimate soldiers, others believed that she was a mutant granted super-Boudo powers by their goddess of war, sent to be a messiah to deliver them to galactic domination, to the rest of the galaxy the second was more compelling as they knew her as the scourge of their local deities, an unstoppable demoness who would singlehandedly break an entire planet’s population and deliver them to her people as trophies and slaves.
One thing was undeniable that X really was a legitimate monster, she was a giant that towered over her fellows, twice the size of the biggest normal Boudo, covered in muscles and wielding many arms, as in actual arms and hands, she had at least a dozen popping out of the sides of torso, the ones that could be seen, and each equipped with 8 fingers that sported super-Boudo dexterity, did we mention that these hands also had their own mouths embedded in the palms, with very long and dexterous tongues.
And the final horror that came enjoy herself in the harem was Mama Gram, she was a Boudo scientist after many years of taking down opponents, she studied a galaxy’s worth of skin types and nerves and from that knowledge developed a terrible weapon against the Primos. After she shaved them she applied her lotion and it made their skin as soft as any human’s, and of course for the benefit of the Boudo it was also strawberry flavoured.
These are the elite, the generals and heroes that commander Saya had assembled, and of all the treasures of the planet they all hungered for one thing and one alone: Commander Sabine, to be theirs, in their private dungeon, to be enjoyed by all of them, all at the same time.
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Upload a virus, free the prisoners and get out as quickly as possible. She made it all sound so easy, but being surrounded by her soldiers didn’t give me the opportunity to say no. If I could leave this damn planet right now I would, but she’s already hacked the flight computer and is controlling my shuttle remotely. As the shuttle came closer to the Boudo’s territory I took at least a little comfort in the fact that the Boudo respect me enough not to use me as target practice.
The moment I get off this planet I’ll make sure Sabina goes on trial for what she’s done to me. That’s assuming I don’t end up spending the rest of my life in a Boudo harem dungeon, I know enough to know that the smaller and softer you are the more they see you as inferior, and when they do that they’ll treat you more like a sex doll than an actual person.
Letters of a slave was a novel of an early space explorer and her journey through this galaxy and fetishistic denizens, it won awards and even got a mainstream film release; it was shameless porn but that’s really just a sign of the times we live in.
The coordinates they gave me was to a little patch of desert in the middle of nowhere, even a ‘neutral’ party wasn’t being trusted with the location of their main base, I let Sabina guide me and land on the this little patch of nothing.
As I moved to the rear of the shuttle, fixed up desert gear and lowered the rear ramp I was greeted by four Boudo warriors wielding ropes, a gag and burlap sack.
“Well hello there madame ambassador, we’re here to escort you to our headquarters. If you feel the sack is too undignified we could simply carry you there, but you’d be naked and tied to a pole.”
Boudo hospitality, nothing quite like it.
“Sure why not the pole, I’m gonna be naked at some point!”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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