Story: Persephone Nine, Chapter 27 – Lessons Learned

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That night, Vice cuddled with his harem in the camp.  He did not make the girls take their turn on the Galliard breast-treatment device that would eventually cause them to produce milk; nor did he make them ride the painful energy-producing bike.  He did not even give them a sermon from the Book of Galliard.  

They had been good girls, each of them obediently submitting to rape by an alien tentacled horror for their own benefit and that of Vice, simply because Vice had told them to.  They needed a reward.  They needed rest.

So instead they lay nude around Vice. Telea had her head in Vice’s lap, sucking his cock.  Victoria sat next to Vice, leaning against him, her head on his shoulder.  Amy sat in Victoria’s lap, one leg hooked over Victoria’s to spread her pussy wide, and Cunt sat facing Amy, leaning forward to stroke Amy’s clit with her fingers.

He looked around and marvelled at how far these girls had come since they had crash-landed on Persephone Nine.  They had been entitled bitches when their ordeal began.  Now they were sex-toys, reliant on Vice for their survival, submissive, affectionate, and accustomed to rape and degradation.

“I want to congratulate you girls,” said Vice.  “We are at the most dangerous moment of our time on this planet, but there is a very real chance now that we will be rescued.  We wouldn’t have gotten here if each of you hadn’t stepped up to become a better woman, a more pleasing woman.  Your willingness to grow as bitches and accept your true nature is what has allowed us to survive.  It’s very impressive, and I want you to know that I’ve seen that growth, and I approve.”

He smiled when he saw the flush in each of their cheeks, as they couldn’t help but experience pleasure from being congratulated on turning themselves into fucktoys.

“Why don’t we take a moment to reflect on where we’ve come from?” said Vice.  “Why don’t each of you take a moment to tell the group what you’ve learned from this experience, and how you’ve grown.  Amy, you can go first.  Masturbate while you talk, to help you think.”

Amy blushed, and began to rub her pussy.

“When I came here,” she said, “I thought I was very important, because I was famous as a pop star, and I was a multibillionaire.  I thought that the only thing that mattered was what I wanted – but I’ve learned that what I want is the only thing that *doesn’t* matter.  If I had kept being a bitch, the Galliard would have taken us all and… probably done to us what they did to Cunt.  We’d be in their baby farms, or milk farms.  All of my instincts and thoughts were wrong, and Vice’s were right.”

Telea took her mouth off Vice’s dick briefly to look at Amy.  “You’re a multibillionaire?” she exclaimed.

“From my music,” said Amy.  “You know?  My songs?  ‘Twitchin’ My Skirt’?  ‘Cumtarget’?”

Telea looked at her blankly.  “I don’t really follow pop music,” she said.

Vice stroked Telea’s hair indulgently, and then forced her back down on his cock.

“She got rich by making men want to rape her,” Vice said.  “And then she didn’t let them.  It’s dishonest money, isn’t it, Amy?”

Amy nodded.  “I feel… really bad about it.”

“What are you going to do with that money if we get home?” asked Victoria.

“I’ll give it to our master,” said Amy, looking at Vice.  “He’ll make better decisions with it than I ever did.”

“Is that all you learned, Amy?” said Vice, trying not to think about what he’d do with multiple billions of credits.  (That could wait for later.)

“No,” said Amy.  “Obviously I learned I’m a parasite that feeds on sperm.  And that it’s not my decision whether I wear clothes, or whether I get fucked.  The first time you raped me, and I orgasmed twice from rape, and the other girls didn’t stop you and just masturbated, is I think the first time I ever really considered that the world didn’t revolve around me, and that the things I believed were wrong.  If I could cum from rape – maybe I really was born to be raped, to be fucked…”

Her voice trailed off for a moment, and she took her fingers off her pussy for a moment to avoid cumming.  When she had cooled off, she started again.

“When Victoria betrayed us to the Rapehounds, I learned that women were bitches and I couldn’t trust them,” she said.  “I could only trust you, master.”

“I’m sorry,” mumbled Victoria.  “I was… such a bitch.  I’m sorry.”

“I learned that I enjoyed watching other women being raped and abused,” said Amy, “and that I could cum from it.  That’s when I realised I wasn’t a good person – or at least, not if left to make my own decisions.  I should have already known that – I sold my girlfriend Gwyn into slavery, after all – but I needed you to help me really understand what a disgusting perverted cunt I was.”

“That’s right,” said Vice, leaning over to stroke her hair.  “You’re a worthless evil bitch when I’m not making your decisions, aren’t you?”

“Yes, master,” said Amy.  She shook a little – whether with pleasure from her masturbation, or horror at her true nature, Vice wasn’t sure.  “But Persephone Nine was the punishment I deserved.  I got violated by that plant, and now I have to be painfully raped with a spiked condom or dildo every two days or so or else I’ll become a brainless bimbo.”

Vice stroked her hair some more.  “If you’re a good girl,” he said, “we’ll have that treated when we get you home.”

“Thank you, master,” said Amy, looking at him with love.

“After all, we don’t need the excuse of a plant for me to rape you, or make you orgasm from pain, right?” said Vice.

Amy shook her head.

“Good girl,” said Vice.  “Telea, get me the spiked condom and I’ll give Amy her scheduled raping right now.”

Telea did as she was told, and Vice had Amy take a position on all fours.  He knelt behind her with the rubber-spiked condom on his dick, and slowly eased himself into her.  Amy squealed with pain.  The spikes were too soft to damage her, but they certainly did hurt.

“Telea, put your cunt in Amy’s face so we don’t have to listen to her noises,” said Vice, “and tell us what *you’ve* learned.”

He began to fuck Amy as Telea talked, reflecting on the fact that *he* had learned how much fun it was to hurt a woman for his sexual pleasure – something he may have never truly appreciated before Persephone Nine.

“I learned that I love you, sir,” said Telea.  “I learned that I’m not a lesbian, I’m just a slut.  I learned that I need a man to think for me.  I learned that I’m a parasite that feeds on sperm.  I learned that it’s fun to rape other women or help men to rape them.  I learned that I need to be owned like a piece of property in order to be happy.  I learned that my opinions and consent don’t matter.”

“Good girl, Telea,” said Vice.  Telea was wonderfully simple in her obedience and affection.  He truly did love her, and if the only silver lining of crashing on Persephone Nine was becoming Telea’s owner and master then it still would have been worthwhile.

When Telea heard Vice call her a good girl, she orgasmed against Amy’s face.  Vice fucked Amy harder, enjoying the way she was trying to scream into Telea’s cunt, and soon Amy was cumming too, squirting all over Vice’s groin.  Vice immediately pulled out of her pussy, pulled off the condom, and grabbed Telea’s hair, pulling her down so that she could swallow the cum that she had earned from him.  Telea mewled excitedly as Vice’s dick was stuffed into her mouth, and when he came she eagerly swallowed his sperm.  When she had taken it all, he released her, and she began to lick Amy’s squirt off his lap.

“What about you, Cunt?” asked Vice.  “What have you learned?”

“When I came here, I wanted to be called Laurel,” said Cunt, masturbating as she spoke.  “Which was a bitch-name, because it implied I was a person.  I was difficult and I resisted your control, master.  I made things harder for us.  I thought there was value in my brain and my identity, instead of only in my tits and my cunt.  But I learned that I was a whore and a slut, who deserved to be kicked in the fuckhole if I was disobedient.  I learned that it was fun to rape girls.  I learned that I needed to do as I was told.”

Vice reached over and took Cunt’s hand away from her fuckhole, which she had been pumping with her fingers, and placed it on her clitoris ring instead.  “Tug,” he told her.  “Masturbate by pulling on it.  Cum from pain.”

“Yes, master,” said Cunt, and began to tug on her clitoris as she had been instructed, making a little squeak of pain with each pull.

“Good girl,” said Vice.  “Go on.”

“I learned that I had never been a skilled professional,” said Cunt.  “I fucked my way into my job, and the name I had been given when I did that – ‘Cunt’ – described me better than any human name ever could.  And then you took me to the Galliard machine, and I learned that the entire identity of ‘Laurel’ was a bitchy lie I had been living.  I learned I only exist to please your cock, master.  I only draw breath so I can bring my holes to the location of your dick.  I only have feelings so that you can hurt me for your pleasure.”

The other girls shivered a little at the look of pure, brainless devotion on Cunt’s face as she said this.  The machine truly had transformed her into a devoted fucktoy, with no sense of self or identity other than as a vessel for Vice’s sperm.

“Good girl,” said Vice.  “You may cum now.”

She did, as soon as Vice said it, squealing and shuddering as her pain-orgasm blasted through her body.

“And what about you, Victoria?” said Vice.

Victoria looked down at the ground.  “You should have killed me,” she said.  “When I betrayed you to the Rapehounds.  I wanted you dead.  I tried…”

She paused, and took a deep shuddering breath.

“You should have killed me,” she said again.

“You were punished enough, Victoria,” said Vice gently.

Indeed she had been. First she had been violently raped by the dog-like aliens in front of Vice and the other girls.  Then Vice had made the other girls rape and abuse her for days afterwards.

“I’m so sorry,” said Victoria.  “You protected us from the aliens here.  You protected us from the Galliard.  I was just some rich bitch when I came here.  I was… worthless.  Worse than worthless.”

“Not entirely worthless, Victoria,” Vice reminded her.  “You had big tits and a wet cunt, remember?”

Victoria blushed.

“You can have my money too, when we get back,” she said.  “Put it with Amy’s.  Use it to… I don’t know.  Teach other bitches like me how to be better whores.  Something.  Whatever you do with it will be better than anything I ever did.”

Victoria was very wealthy.  Her financial assets were considerable.  Vice had never really thought about what it might be like after they escaped, but interesting new possibilities were beginning to reveal themselves to him.

“I learned that I’m a parasite that feeds on sperm,” Victoria said.  “I learned that I’m a bitch, and my instincts are bad and my decisions are bad.  This is the truth.”

She held up the tattoo on her arm that documented her violation by the Rapehounds.

“I learned that my udders deserve to be in pain, and that Vice is my god,” she finished.

Vice opened his mouth to say something – but at that moment, there was a loud bleeping noise.

“Captain Vice!” came the robotic voice of Rospar.  “I am receiving a transmission!”

It took Vice a moment to understand – but when he did, he pushed Telea out of his lap and sprang to his feet.

“A transmission?” he said.  “From where?”

“The transmission is from the Guild Ship Hartego Bay.  The captain indicates that she has received our distress signal and has received orders from the Guild to effect our rescue.  She anticipates she will be able to commence atmospheric entry in three days.”

There was silence – and then Vice and all four girls burst into spontaneous wild cheers.

“Three days!” squealed Victoria in delight.

“We’re being rescued!” crowed Amy.

“I am, of course, unable to send a reply without access to a transmission array,” said Rospar, “but the captain apparently does not require a response.”

Telea pulled Cunt to her feet, and kissed her on the lips.  Amy took Vice’s hands and attempted to dance with him, humming the catchy hook to one of her songs.

But Vice didn’t dance, because something had caught his eye.

Far away, above the jungle, on the plateau, there were lights.  Moving lights.  Beginning the descent down the cliff.

It was the Galliard.  The Galliard were coming – coming to kill Vice and take his women.

And the time required to travel between the plateau and Vice’s camp…

… was about three days.

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