Story: Persephone Nine, Chapter 24

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Vice made his way back to the central area where Laurel was being processed.  
 He was on edge, expecting an alarm to go up at any moment.  If it did – if the Galliard were alerted now, with Vice still in the centre of their camp – then it was over.  Vice couldn’t hope to overpower the beastlike colonists, nor slip past them once they were warned of his treachery.

He had dragged the unconscious Galliard guard into the broadcast tower before leaving, and locked the door with the guard inside.  His hope was that his infiltration of the tower – and his hyperwave message – wouldn’t be detected until either the guard regained consciousness, or some other Galliard investigated the area.  

Probably Vice should have killed the unconscious Galliard.  But he hadn’t.  A heroic streak of mercy?  Or a weakness of character?  Vice had no time to think about it.

He might have as much as six hours.  He might have as little as five minutes.  And if his interference with the “West Sector Free Range Bitches” was discovered, it might move that whole timeline up.

It was easy to find his way back to the processing ceremony.  He just had to follow Laurel’s agonised screams.

But even as he drew near, the screams stopped.  Vice’s heart skipped a beat.  Was the process complete?  Or had Laurel….

But she was alive.  He returned to the ceremony just in time to see Laurel stagger out of the processing machine, supported by the Galliard technician.  Her eyes looked blank.  Her naked body was visibly aroused – her nipples perky, her pussy wet.

Not Laurel, Vice reminded himself.  Laurel was gone forever now.  Only Cunt remained.
 He ran to her on the stage, and the Galliard let him approach.  He put his arms around his buxom navigator, and Cunt let her weight collapse against him.

She looked up at him with big eyes that didn’t quite focus properly.

“Master?” she murmured.  “I love you, Master.  I’m sorry I was such a bitch all the time.  I’m sorry I didn’t realise I only exist so you can put your cock into me…”

“I love you too, Cunt,” whispered Vice.  “Can you walk?  I need you to walk.”

At the words “I need you to”, Cunt seemed to focus.  Her processing had taught her that the needs of men mattered more than her comfort, her preferences, or for that matter her life and safety.  She immediately diverted every resource she had to giving Vice what he wanted.  Her spine straightened, and her legs once again took her body weight.

“Yes, Master,” she said.  “Whatever you need.”

“Good girl,” said Vice, and he couldn’t help but notice how Cunt shivered with pleasure at the sound of those words.

“Good bitch,” she corrected him quietly.  “You will enjoy me better if you don’t treat me as a person, Master.”

He would consider that later.

“Is the process complete?” said Vice loudly, addressing the Galliard.

“Substantially,” growled the technician.  “We prefer to keep watch over the bitch for twenty-four hours to check for side effects.”

Vice shook his head.  “My other bitches are unattended in my camp.  I need to return to them as soon as possible.  If you have done what you needed to do, then I’ll take Cunt and leave immediately.”

The Galliard looked at each other, somewhat taken aback by Vice’s request.  

But it shouldn’t have been too surprising.  Vice had come here under protest, and had resented being forced to process Cunt, and forced to leave his harem, since the start of this Galliard intervention.

“A test, if I may,” said the Galliard known as Confidence.  “Bitch, hurt your tits and your cunt to entertain us, as hard as you can without damaging yourself permanently.”

Immediately, Cunt punched herself in the tits – and shrieked with pain when she did.

Vice was taken aback.  Normally when a person tries to hit themselves, they can’t help but subconsciously hold back and pull their punches.  It’s hard for them to really hurt themselves.  But Cunt had punched herself as if she were a person that she deeply hated.  She had not withheld anything, and had truly punched her own tits as hard as she could, given the leverage afforded to her.

And then she spread her legs and punched her cunt, the same way, which resulted in her starting to cry – even as she looked up at Vice and Confidence, eager for their approval.

“Good bitch,” growled Confidence.  “Yes, she is processed.  You may take her.”

“Thank you,” said Vice.  He snapped his fingers, and began to walk, and Cunt followed along behind him, clutching her aching tits and pussy.

The assembled Galliard watched him as he left – but none moved to stop him.  Vice had to struggle to keep his walk at a measured pace and avoid breaking into a run as he made his way back through the glassed corridors of the camp.  He passed the bitch farms.  

He was aware a couple of Galliard – including Confidence – were following him.  But they gave no sign of stopping him.  They were merely seeing him out.

He reached the airlock to the outside.  He and Cunt passed through it.

And just like that they were out.

“We’re going back to the beach,” said Vice in a low voice to Cunt.  “But we need to hurry.  I made it to the broadcaster.  Once the Galliard find out, they’re going to be angry.  Once we’re out of sight of the colony, we need to pick up our pace – as fast as you can go.”

“Yes, Master,” said Cunt submissively.  

They moved as fast as they could, and Vice was careful to take them, so far as possible, by a different path than the Galliard had used to approach their camp on the journey from the beach.  

Vice had no idea what would happen once the Galliard discovered his ploy.  Would they track Vice and Cunt immediately?  He hoped not – he had little confidence that he could outrun the Galliard over a three day journey through hostile terrain, although he supposed it was possible that he might outwit them if he was lucky.

Or would the Galliard simply go straight to the source, and act to obliterate Vice’s beachside camp and all the sluts within it?  This was Vice’s preferred option, because it gave him more time to reach the other girls, and more time for rescue to arrive.  He could only hope that the Galliard were more interested in being thorough than being swift.

By the time night fell they had been pushing through the jungle for over five hours.  Vice would have been inclined to press on, even knowing the dangers that awaited among the alien trees, but it became clear that Cunt could go no further.  It was only recently that she had recovered from her broken leg, and today she had been through an agonising process to reshape her entire brain.  She needed rest.

They found a clearing in the lee of a large boulder, and made a crude camp there.  Vice offered Cunt some food from his ration pack and some water from his flask, but Cunt shook her head.

“You should feed me from your cock first, sir,” she said.  “Only waste people food on me for what your cock cannot provide.”

He could have ordered her to eat and drink, but there was a certain sense in what she said, so he pulled down his pants and allowed her to crawl over and take his cock in her mouth.

The look of pure delight on her face as she started to suck was new.  He had never seen such an expression on Cunt’s face before.  He was not sure he had seen it on *any* woman.  Telea looked at him with love and adoration, but this was something else.  Total contentment.  The knowledge within Cunt that she was useful, and in her proper place, and pleasing her Master, and that she had no higher purpose.  Cunt had literally never been this happy, prior to sucking Vice’s cock right now.

He stroked her hair affectionately as she sucked, which made her purr around his cock in a kittenish way.  And soon he found himself cumming into her eager mouth.

He tried to lift her off his cock when he was done, but she resisted.

“You have more to feed me, Master,” she said, shyly, and he understood.  And so he waited, and in due time his bladder responded, and he relieved himself into her mouth, and she swallowed that as eagerly and happily as she had his cum.

After that, he was able to lure her away from his dick, and he made her eat some rations and sip a little water anyway.

“How do you feel, Cunt?” he asked her.  “After the procedure?  Do you remember… being Laurel?”

“I do, Master,” said Cunt.  “But Laurel was a bitch.  She was unpleasant and she was never happy.  The procedure has cured me.  I now understand that your happiness is my happiness, and that I can enjoy any pain or torture or deprivation providing it brings the slightest smile to your face or twitch to your cock.  My mind and body exist for no reason other than your entertainment, Master – and it feels so *good* to know that, because it makes every thought and decision and action in my life so simple.”

She snuggled up to him affectionately.

“You sound so different to the Laurel I worked with,” said Vice.

“Laurel was always Cunt at heart,” said Cunt.  “She was always just a pair of tits and a set of holes that desperately wanted to be filled with cock.  But she had all these wrong ideas in her head about feminism, about being professional, about not submitting to men, about dignity and rights, and they stopped her from finding happiness in her true nature.  The Laurel you knew was just a costume that she wore to hurt herself and make herself sad.  She was unhealthy, but now I am cured.”

“And now all that matters is serving me?” asked Vice.

Cunt nodded.  “Yes, Master.  What the machine taught me is that I exist to serve *all* males, whether human or otherwise – but it didn’t make me stupid.  I know which male has looked after me on Persephone Nine – which male has fought for me and defended me and claimed me as his.”

She looked up at him with big, sexy eyes.  “I’m *yours*, Master, and no one else’s.  Good bitches are property, and I belong to you.”

“How would the old Laurel have felt about the way you are now?” asked Vice.

“Oh, she’d be screaming and yelling and throwing bitchy tantrums,” said Cunt.  “The version of her from before Persephone Nine would happily have killed you in your sleep to stop herself becoming me.  But… I think secretly her cunt would have been wet at the thought of it.  I think she would have rubbed herself to orgasm at night thinking of being forcibly transformed into a good little submissive sex doll.  So she’s happier now, really.”

“Is there anything you won’t do for me?” asked Vice.

Cunt shook her head.  “I don’t want to die,” she said.  “But if that would give you even a bit of entertainment, I would…”

Vice put his hand over her mouth.  “I don’t ever want that,” he told her.  “Your first and most important directive at all times is to keep yourself alive and unharmed so you can serve me in future.”

Cunt nodded, so Vice removed his hand.  

“But Master,” said Cunt, “you’ve had a stressful day, so if it would make you feel good to beat my tits, or slap me, or spit on my face, or make me cry, then you should just go ahead and do that.  I have the strongest feeling like crying from pain and misery would be deeply satisfying if I knew it was making your cock hard or your heart happy.”

Vice smiled.  “Not tonight, Cunt,” he said.  “I just need you to get rest so we can march again in the morning.”

“Yes, Master,” said Cunt.  “May I sleep with your cock in my mouth?”

“Of course,” said Vice.

And it took him a while to get to sleep with Cunt suckling cutely on his dick in her sleep – in fact, he had to wake her up once so he could facefuck her to orgasm before he could sleep himself – but in the end Vice finally felt unconsciousness come, as he lay on the forest floor with his obedient new pet.

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