Story: Persephone Nine, Chapter 25 – Reunion

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There was a cold wind blowing off the lake, bitter and salty, when Vice and Cunt finally reached the beach camp, three days after escaping the Galliard village.

They had spent the entire trip waiting to be pursued – expecting to hear the howls and taunts of the Galliard in the forest behind them, or to have huge furry bodies leap from the trees to seize them and take them back as captives – or worse.

But there had been nothing.  The Galliard camp brooded atop the cliffs, and Vice and Cunt had been free to return to the girls.  

Part of Vice wanted to hope that the Galliard had thought them to be too much trouble, and were simply letting them go.  But he couldn’t believe that.  Vice had attacked one of their number, and used their broadcaster to communicate with the outside world, and interfered with one of their dairies.  He had deceived them and stolen from them.

The Galliard would be coming.  And their intention would be to wipe the beach clean.

Vice and Cunt had travelled fast through the jungle, and it was a wonder that they had not run into any more hazards such as the Cuntroot.  Still, without the benefit of Galliard guides, it had been a long and tortuous trip, and their small stash of water and supplies had run out on the second day.

Vice was glad to be back at the camp.

The girls must have been watching for them, because Telea came running out onto the beach sand long before Vice reached the gates, her pretty blonde hair streaming in the wind behind her.  She was completely nude, other than an attractive red ribbon bow around the base of each of her tits, and she threw herself at Vice with such genuine passion and intensity that Vice almost fell.

“You’re home,” she cried, kissing him passionately on the lips.  “You’re home.  I was so worried, sir.  I thought… if I had to live without you…”

He was surprised – and aroused – to see that she was crying.  He wiped her tears away with one hand, and then stroked her hair.

“It’s alright, Telea,” he said.  “We’re back.  We’re safe.”

“I love you,” breathed Telea.  “I love you.  Please don’t leave me again.”

He laughed, and kissed her, and then she held his hand as they walked the remaining distance across the beach to the camp.

“I thought I told Rospar not to let you girls out of the camp,” he commented as they walked.

“You told him not to let us out unless our safety was at risk,” said Telea.  “I told him that if he didn’t let me run to you, my heart would break and I would die.  He’s really quite a stupid robot, in some ways.”

Vice laughed, and squeezed Telea’s ass, and she nuzzled her cheek against his arm affectionately in return.

Inside the camp barricade, he found Victoria waiting for him, kneeling nude on the ground, her tits bound in purple ribbon.

“Welcome back, sir,” she said.

Vice remembered the day that Victoria had first been recovered from the wreckage – the day that she had threatened to see him hanged.  Since then she had been fucked by Rapehounds, tortured, raped, and forced to denounce her own humanity and admit to being a cum-drinking parasite.  Now she was submissively welcoming the return of the man who held her leash.  She had certainly come a long way.

“It’s good to see you, Victoria,” he said.  He frowned.  “Are your tits… bigger than when I left?”

Telea was eager to explain.

“We’ve kept her on the milker that the Galliard left for most of her waking hours,” said Telea.  “It’s done just as they said.  She lactates now.  Her udders are full of milk.  I’ve been having Amy breastfeed from her, and then lick her pussy juices, and Amy seems better fed now than she did before.  Plus it’s really hot watching Amy suck her tits, because Victoria’s udders are really sensitive now, and it hurts her but it also makes her cum.”

Telea giggled.  “Try it.  Punch her in the tits.”

Victoria looked alarmed.  “Please, no.  I mean, please no, sir.”

Vice ignored her, and slapped Victoria’s left tit hard.  A little milk squirted from her nipple on impact.

Victoria squealed – a high-pitched, agonised sound – and then her body convulsed with spasmodic shakes, and Vice realised that she was orgasming.

“You look pretty like that,” he told Victoria, as she shook and cried.   Then he turned back to Telea.  “Where’s Amy?”

“She’s on the electricity generator,” said Telea.

And sure enough, they found her on the other side of the camp cycling on the Galliard generator bicycle, her mouth gagged with a dildo, battery-weights hanging from her nipples.  She was soaked with sweat and appeared to be crying as she bounced up and down on the electrified seat phallus, causing the batteries to jerk at her tits with each bounce.

“How long has she been on this?” asked Vice.

“Two hours in this session,” said Telea.  “But she can do three hours, twice a day, now.  We don’t really need more charged batteries but we all agreed that keeping her in sexual pain would help your negotiations with the Galliard.”

“Let her off it,” said Vice.  “I need all you girls together so I can tell you what happened.”

Telea disconnected Amy from the machine, and as the petite redhead staggered off it, she came straight to Vice, and wrapped her arms around him.

“Welcome back, sir,” she breathed.

Vice disentangled himself.  As nice as Amy’s affection was, she was soaked in sweat, and she would need to be cleaned before he could enjoy her.

“I’m glad to be back, Amy,” he said.  

Soon enough he had all four girls – and Rospar – assembled around him in the centre of camp.  He found a crate to sit on, and had Cunt kneel in front of him to suck his cock as he talked, seeing as she already knew everything he was going to say.

“Here’s the good news,” he said.  “I used the Galliard hyperwave broadcaster, and sent a message to the Core Worlds.  We have no guarantee that anyone received it, but given the traffic density in that part of space it’s overwhelmingly likely that a great number of people received that message, and it is also highly likely that someone will want to act on it.  The Guild will want to retrieve their navigator.  Victoria’s family are rich, and will likely want to find her.  Amy is an interstellar celebrity.  And I have – well, I have people I owe money to, that would like to see their debts paid.  It is almost certain that a rescue mission is on its way to us right now.”

Victoria and Amy looked the happiest they had ever been since crashing on Persephone Nine.  Telea looked less sure – she had come to love her submission to Vice, and feared change, although she didn’t have to worry as Vice fully intended to keep her as his personal pet no matter what happened.  

Cunt didn’t have an opinion, only a mouthful of Vice’s cock, but he knew that since her brain-editing she would only want what Vice wanted.

“The medium news – not bad news, but not what I would have chosen for myself – is that Cunt’s brainwashing went exactly as the Galliard said,” said Vice.  “The girl you knew as Laurel is gone forever.  All her bitchiness has been washed out of Cunt’s brain, and all that remains is a good girl who wants me to be happy.  Don’t you, Cunt?”

Cunt nodded, with VIce’s cock still in her mouth, which felt good, and he gasped with pleasure before forcing his cock back into the depths of her throat.

Telea looked excited by this news.  She wanted Vice to be happy, and for the other girls to be as subservient as she was.  Possibly some part of her liked the idea of being brainwashed herself, so she could make Vice happier – but Vice wouldn’t have changed a thing about her.  She was perfect as she was.

Victoria and Amy, predictably, looked horrified at Cunt’s transformation.

“And the bad news,” said Vice, “is that the Galliard will not be happy about what I’ve done.  I don’t know what they’re planning, but they *will* come for us.  They will not permit us to remain on the beach, and they will not permit us to escape the planet.  I don’t know when they’ll come for us, but we probably don’t have long.  A couple of days if we’re lucky.  Hours, if we’re not.  In a best case scenario they’ll kill me and brainwash the rest of you for their dairies and breeding farms.  In a worst-case scenario they’ll kill us all.  Our job is to hold them off until rescue arrives.”

He had expected that last news to scare the girls – but they just kept looking up at him with wide eyes.  And he realised that they weren’t scared because they *trusted* him.  They thought he had a plan, and without even hearing it, they believed that it would work.

Which meant that now he really, really needed to come up with a plan.

“Telea, I want an inventory of everything in the camp,” he said.  “I want to know what resources we have.  Cunt can help you.  Victoria, check the barricades and work out where we can most effectively reinforce them to improve our defensive position.  Amy, go down to the lake and wash that sweat off, and then help Victoria.”

Telea, Victoria and Amy bounced to their feet to begin their chores.  Cunt tried to rise, but Vice held her down for a couple of extra minutes to vigorously skullfuck her until he was able to cum down her throat.  Then he wiped his cock on her face and released her to follow Telea.

For his own part, Vice took Rospar and the fabricator, and began working to fabricate new guns – not stun guns, but genuine laser blasters that could actually kill.  He hadn’t built these initially because he didn’t trust the girls with them – but the time for half-measures were over, and he had no faith that stun rifles would be effective against the tough Galliard physiology.

He had finished fashioning one rifle, and was about to start on the second, when he heard a high-pitched scream.  It was Amy, and it was coming from the lake.

Vice seized the completed rifle and ran towards the water.

What he saw there stopped him dead.

Amy was nearly thirty feet above the water, and what held her there was a long, slimy black tentacle, about the width of an arm where it wrapped around Amy’s belly, but widening to the size of a tree trunk at the point where it vanished between the water.  And it wasn’t the only tentacle.  There were more, extending out from the lake – six – eight – twelve in total.

One was caressing Amy’s chest, winding around the base of one of her breasts and constricting as if it meant to pull her tit off entirely.  Another was forcing its way between her legs, probing for her cunt, and the very tip was in the process of teasing apart her cunt lips to find its way into her fuckhole.

“Help!” screamed Amy.  “Help me, sir! Help…”

And then she fell silent as another tentacle pushed its way into her open mouth.

Vice shook his head in disbelief.  This was the second time that Amy had found herself the victim of tentacle monsters since arriving on this planet.  Was it coincidence?  Was there a connection?  Was it just a natural talent that Amy had?

Her body began to writhe as the tentacles crushed her breast and forced into her mouth and pussy.  Two more tentacles were making their way to her legs to pull them apart and give her better access.  Another appeared to be aiming for her butthole.

Vice lifted his gun and sighted on one of the tentacles.  Harming it was risky – it might rip Amy apart if it frenzied – but what else could he do?  Let it have its way with her?  There was no guarantee it would release her, or leave her in one piece, when it was done.

He aimed carefully, and fired.

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