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I close my eyes and back against the door, heartbeat causing my vision to bump and blur. Clara is right beside me, lost in a state of total panic.
“Inside. Let’s go,” I mutter.
With haste, we slip through the plantation, quietly closing the door behind us. Inside, a slow and languid jazz tune takes me to the center of the room. A statue stands within four marble pillars.
The statue forms an elegant fountain adorned with beautiful women of all planetary origin. Humans and aliens. They are bound together, knees firmly rooted to the floor. A faceless Earth Federation general holds their leashes in his right hand. In his left is a thick whip, ready to scourge and tear into their flesh.
It is an icon to dominance. We’ve walked into some place very bad.
Throat closing, I place my hand against my mouth in horror. As soft, elegant music plays, my eyes focus on our surroundings. I turn and see Clara start to weep. “They’re… everywhere,” she whispers.
There are generals in nearly every section of the mansion; on the second floor, the third, and in the red velvet hallways where doors lead to mystery rooms of the cruelest pleasures.
But that’s not all of it. Far fucking from it.
The generals are naked and rutting alien women. Their legs are bound, thighs spread open to the fullest degree. One general clings to the balcony and moans. Cock bulging and balls rising, he contracts and spills his cum into the woman. He spanks her ass and grins as another general waits for his turn.
All I can really look at is the woman’s eyes. The dropping eyelids as her breasts swing forward. The drugged satisfaction. The trembling, wet lips, dripping with other men’s seed. They’ve trained these women to behave, and behave they do.
Now I can see the full truth. Earth Federation is complicit. Always has been. They are responsible for the Syndicate’s sex ring. Did Ax know this from the beginning?
Is this why we invaded Planet Kurrek? Did we take over a peaceful planet purely for pleasure’s sake?
The music stops, replaced by the noises of harsh moaning and guttural grunts. A strange voice resounds behind me. “You came to see the leaders of the Syndicate, soldier?”
It is one of the generals. He zips up his pants and clears his throat, waiting for an answer.
Clara throws her arm around my neck and brings me to her chest. She is holding me so tight I can feel her heart ricochet off her sternum.
“I have a bounty to collect,” she says. But it’s obvious she is terrified, and the general just laughs. He looks more than eager to torture us next.
“We do not honor bounties here. Any hunter will know that,” he says. “My darlings, I’m afraid you have come to the wrong place.”
Clara stutters. “But your guards... This woman is a rare shipment...”
Ignoring her, he places the back of his hand against my cheek. Gently, he wipes away a small tear that falls from my eye, and I droop forward. “What’s the matter? Everyone loves a good party, no?”
His hand falls to my stomach. Every nerve in my body twists tightly. I can barely fucking breathe.
“I’d like to leave, now,” I whisper as my tears drip from my eyes. The words fall from my mouth, regardless of how stupid they sound. I taste my salty tears on my tongue as I open my mouth to breathe.
The general’s palm swivels around my navel. “You are pregnant with alien child. It is against the law to procreate with the beasts,” he says, kneeling down to my level. “Are you the woman that was led here by the halfling physician in the Red Sands? I paid well for his help.”
I can’t respond. I’m shocked to the core. The halfling betrayed me. My brain can’t comprehend this.
He keeps talking. “You see, the bounty came on her own accord. In the end, there was no need to pay for the middleman.”
I’m going to die here, I think. I am going to be fucked and thrown into the Kalyx River, never to be heard from again.
The other generals take notice and watch as his hand traces down to my pelvis. With two fingers, he slides them against my pants, right where my zipper ends.
Another general comes from behind and subdues Clara, ripping off her mask. He throws it onto the floor, cracking it under the weight of his boots.
“You are both so guilty,” he says.
I try to look away, but he brings his finger under my chin and forces me to look into his stern eyes. I have looked at many terrifying eyes, but I have seen none as cruel as his.
“Would you like to know what we do to guilty little cunts such as yourselves?” he asks.
