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Slaves of the Theocracy Book 1
by Bruce McLachlan
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Horror
Description: [Warning: contains strong BDSM elements that may offend some readers] Earth has fallen to the power of a sadistic race. The innately cruel and beautiful beings extract exquisite pleasure from punishing and humiliating their possessions, and they enslave humans to serve them as maids, pets, ponies, furniture, decoration, or in any other way they see fit. Theresa is one such captive. Caught and branded by one of their Generals, she is taken off world to his family estate. Upon arrival, she is trained and made to serve the dominant fantasies of the occupants. His nubile daughter takes special interest in seeing Theresa suffer, as does a handsome groom that wants to turn her into a prize filly, but that becomes the least of her worries when the master of the house returns from war to sample depraved delights with his latest trophy.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, 2005 extasybooks.com
eBookwise Release Date: June 2007

48 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [337 KB]
Words: 76038 Reading time: 217-304 min.

"Well, ape-thing?" snapped Ketak.
Theresa reached out with aversion and her fingers slowly took hold of the constrained length.
"Pathetic!" growled Ketak and immediately hung the cape on a spare intimate tip. After grabbing Theresa's hair, she pulled her down onto her knees and presented her face to the offending manhood.
"Gobble it up, slave!" she hissed.
Theresa stared aghast at the bound cock, but could not comply. The crop hummed upon the air and issued a sound thwack against her rear. Her cry of distress was instantly exploited and Theresa gave a choked gurgle as Ketak thrust her pain-opened maw onto the shaft.
"Suck it!" growled Ketak and started to steadily beat Theresa's buttocks with her scathing weapon.
The stinging blows made Theresa jolt and twitch, and she slowly had her resolve flogged away. With closed eyes, she locked her lips and began to perform the required fellatio.
"That's better," said Ketak with an amused chuckle while watching Theresa's mental anguish unfurl. Although her prisoner was obeying, she still continued to apply the crop in random swipes.
Theresa mewled when Ketak's guiding hand thrust her deeper onto the rising shaft and made it brush the back of her throat. She arched and retched whenever Ketak did this and then the crop never once failed to slam across her rear so that she hollered onto the gagging male rod.
"Now to get that ape-thing really hard," she crooned.
Ketak grabbed Theresa's hair and pulled her back up onto her feet. She then pulled her head down to make her bow deeply before clamping her shins to her slave's temples.
Theresa squirmed as her skirt was hoisted up and her anus guided onto the semi-soft penis. Her actions had been arousing for the slave, but the strangling cords were hampering the influx of blood into his manhood. Theresa grabbed Ketak's firm thighs and tried to prize them apart, but the latex-sheathed pincers were just too strong. The covered end of the member touched Theresa's bald sex and with rough movements, the Housekeeper stuffed it in. Theresa let out a holler of disgust and pain at this desecration and struggled even more energetically as the saliva-lubricated cock entered her.
Ketak held on and slapped her hands to Theresa's hips. Rocking her back and forth on the length, the ridges created by the strangling cords bounced her tracts upon them.
"There we go, slave. Now you can really get him up," lightly commented the woman.
The convulsing grip of a tight pussy on the male had him stiff and proud again in moments. Ketak continued and Theresa started to respond to the penetration. The thrust of her body onto the rigid length grew more pleasant and she started to grow wet with desire. She wanted to hate this event, but the chance for just a little pleasure was too hard to resist. Her desire flourished and she fought to contain her moans of pleasure. If Ketak saw that she was actually beginning to enjoy this, she was certain to stop.
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