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It took Vice hours to get Victoria back to the camp. To start with, he couldn’t get close enough to her to have a proper conversation. The hounds would growl at him menacingly whenever he came any closer than shouting range.
But he understood what Victoria had planned to do, and he knew as soon as he saw her that she had succeeded. She was pregnant with a Rapehound litter, and now the Rapehounds would defend her. He was able to ask her if she was hurt, and she was able to indicate that her pussy hurt but that otherwise she was fine.
The second problem was that the Rapehounds wouldn’t let Victoria walk – only crawl on all fours. Whenever she tried to stand, they would first growl, and then nip at her tits, before finally pushing her back to the ground with their weight. And so Victoria was forced to crawl on all fours. Vice didn’t know if the Rapehounds thought this had some benefit for their litter gestating within her, or that they thought it kept her better under control, but either way it was damned inconvenient. It was already late on the second day since they had received the rescue signal, and at his best calculations the Galliard would reach the camp before sundown on the third day.
He was grateful that they let her move at all. He was worried that they might keep her at the site of her rape, or spirit her away to a lair or den, but instead they let her slowly crawl in the direction of her choosing, her ass waggling and her sand-spotted tits swaying beneath her. They kept pace with her in a rough circle all around her, preventing anyone else from drawing close, but they seemed content to go wherever she chose to go.
Vice found himself feeling a strong surge of jealousy. Victoria was *his* bitch. It was *his* right to rape her and impregnate her – but now some animal had cuckolded him. He was strongly aware of the gun he was carrying.
But it was unproductive jealousy. What Victoria had done would help them. And these were just animals. Soon he would steal Victoria away from them, and she would resume her rightful place as one of his fucktoy harem.
When they reached the camp, another dilemma presented itself. Vice had no intention of letting the Rapehounds inside the camp. They may not be attacking him or Victoria, but he didn’t trust them around the other girls. And, in turn, the Rapehounds would not let Victoria enter the camp without them.
In the end Vice had to settle for leaving Victoria outside, crawling with the wolves outside the gate.
However, he did find a compromise of sorts, and Telea was the one who suggested it.
“Put me in a locking chastity belt,” she said. “So they can’t fuck me even if they want me. And then send me and Rospar. Rospar’s not alive – they might let him close. And they’ll probably let me close because I’m a female. I can see if Victoria’s okay, and do a gynaecological examination.”
“You mean Rospar can do one,” said Vice. “You’re not a doctor.”
Telea blushed. “Actually I studied Reproductive Medicine on New Sappha as a minor when I was at Navigator’s College,” she said. “It was considered important to train as many young women as possible to help throw off the patriarchal forms of gynaecology practiced on other planets.”
“What’s patriarchal about gynaecology?” asked Vice.
“Well, lots, as New Sappha teaches it,” said Telea. “But one thing is that my people believe men’s interested in reproductive medicine is limited to having women birth children safely, and otherwise is not interested in the woman’s experience. On New Sappha women are almost always fertilised artificially – without a man – but we believe that reproduction should be a joyful experience. At gynaecological visits, the patient is sexually stimulated to associate endorphins and joy with birthing, and usually receives an orgasm in each inspection. When she finally gives birth, her body is pleasured by partner throughout birthing, and the orgasms and pleasure she experiences help her bond with her child and incentivise her to be impregnated again.”
Vice looked at her sceptically.
“You’ll see,” said Telea.
Vice reluctantly fitted her with the chastity belt, and Telea went out with the robot ROSPAR to see Victoria. It was already dark by now, but he was able to fix a light on the Rapehound pack outside that was enough to see by without antagonising them.
At first Vice thought the plan wouldn’t work. The Rapehounds rose, and their fur bristled, and they growled.
But then Victoria, seeing the problem, lay down on her back and scooched herself under what appeared to be the leader of the pack. She reached up and pulled the tip of its cock down towards her mouth, and began to suck. Immediately, the mood of the pack changed, and Telea and Rospar were allowed to draw close.
Several of the hounds sniffed at Telea, licking at her chastity belt. When they realised they couldn’t access her hole, they rose up and licked at her tits, apparently seeking milk. Telea giggled, but continued approaching Victoria, and they allowed her to.
She began by kneeling between Victoria’s legs and leaning down to lick Victoria’s pussy. Victoria, still sucking the cock of her monstrous baby-daddy, reacted with obvious pleasure. Vice thought that it was likely Victoria’s cunt must still taste of Rapehound cum, but Telea licked eagerly anyway.
After a while, Telea rose, and programmed Rospar. The robot moved to between Victoria’s legs and used one arm to spread Victoria’s cunt lips with a speculum, and then began inserting a range of devices into Victoria’s fuckhole, one after another. While it did this, Telea moved to suck on Victoria’s tits.
When Rospar was done with Victoria’s cunt, Telea programmed it again, and the robot began to carry out an ultrasound, while Telea returned to Victoria’s pussy and resumed licking.
As Rospar was finishing, the Rapehound ejaculated into Victoria’s mouth. Victoria swallowed, and swallowed again, and then sat up and pulled Telea towards her. The two girls shared a passionate kiss, and Vice could tell that Victoria was sharing a mouthful of monster cum with Telea. As they kissed, the Rapehound lifted a leg and pissed on Victoria a little.
Soon afterwards, Telea and Rospar returned.
“What’s the verdict?” asked Vice.
“She’s definitely pregnant,” said Telea.
“Ultrasound confirms a litter of three Rapehound pups,” said Rospar. “Expected gestation period: three months.”
Amy and Cunt had come over to join them.
“You can just abort them after we escape, surely?” said Amy.
“Negative,” said Rospar. “Rapehounds are well adapted to ensure breeding. Terminating the litter may be severely dangerous for Victoria. She is safest by carrying them to term.”
“Will it cause her any harm to do so?” asked Vice.
“Not harm,” said Rospar. “It is likely the pregnancy will generate strong maternal and sexual instincts in her to the cub. She will want to nurse them. When they reach maturity, she will be motivated to let them fuck her at will, and she will likely also have a powerful instinct to find other human females for them to rape.”
That would be interesting. Vice would have to deal with it later.
“Well, she’s only got two tits,” he said. “I guess we’ll have to get some of the other girls lactating to share the load of nursing.”
Amy instinctively covered her tits at this, wincing, and Vice made a note in his head that the girls who least wanted to breastfeed a wolf pup would be the ones it would be most fun to force to do so.
“It may help,” said Rospar, “but Rapehound pups can also derive nutrients from the vaginal juices of their mother. She can have one pup on each breast, and the third licking her groin.”
Victoria was going to have a fun time as a mother, it seemed.
There was nothing further they could do that night, so Vice took all three of the remaining girls to bed with him, and spend an enjoyable evening kissing Telea and fucking Amy’s mouth while Cunt licked his ass. He fell asleep with his dick inside Amy, as Telea whispered that she loved him.
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They awoke to the sound of Rospar chirping.
“Captain Vice! I am receiving a transmission!”
Vice pulled his cock out of Amy’s mouth and scrambled to his feet. Behind him the other girls awoke, groggy.
“It is the Guild Ship Hartego Bay, Captain,” said Rospar. “The captain reports that she has arrived in-system, and her sensors have located our camp on Persephone Nine. She is now moving at sub-light speeds and expects to commence entry in just under eight hours.”
Eight hours. Vice looked at the sun. They had awoken late. Eight hours would be just as the sun was beginning to set again.
They just had to hold on for another eight hours.
He nodded at Rospar, and then grabbed Telea and pushed her up against the camp wall. He pushed his cock into her twat, and kissed her, and quickly fucked her until he reached orgasm, to clear his mind. The beautiful blonde ex-lesbian wiggled with delight at being used so forcefully and decisively, and orgasmed shortly before he did.
When he was done, he told Cunt to lick Telea clean, and then went to inspect the camp’s defences.
There was little to do. Vice could see no further way to be better prepared.
“Rospar,” he said to the robot. “I want you to stay within sight of Victoria today. When the Hartego Bay is visible to the human eye on descent, I want you to do what it takes to bring Victoria inside the camp and keep the Rapehounds out. Can you manage that?”
“Violence may be necessary, Captain,” Rospar advised.
“Violence is authorised,” said Vice.
He moved on to the girls.
“Telea, Amy, Cunt,” he said, “we are leaving this planet today.”
“Yes, Master,” said the girls.
“Take up your guns,” he told them. “Watch the perimeter. They have a good charge, but don’t waste shots. Wait until the Galliard are within your effective range before shooting. I want you to take positions on the landward side of the camp barricade. The aim is to give the impression the beachward approach is under-defended.”
“Yes, sir,” they said again.
Vice looked at them. They were clearly scared out of their minds. Cunt had experienced the “mercy” of the Galliard first-hand, and the other girls had seen Cunt’s transformation, and the life of Female Pig, and the cruelty of the Galliard devices. That was how the Galliard had treated them when they were mostly compliant. They had to be imagining what the Galliard would do to them if they dared to raise guns against them, and then failed to escape.
For Vice it was easy enough: the Galliard would kill him. The girls, though, would live a long, long time, as fucktoys, cows, and breeders – but probably not with enough brain-power or self-awareness to really appreciate their misery.
“We *are* leaving this planet today,” said Vice again. “And if anyone falls today, it will be me before you, do you understand? What makes me deserve to own you is my willingness to defend you. I don’t want any stupid sacrifices, do you understand me?”
They nodded – but Vice wasn’t convinced. He knew Telea would sacrifice anything for him, and Cunt’s new personality saw her value as nothing compared to the slightest pleasure of a single male. Amy, at least, might prioritise herself if told to – but she had always been unpredictable.
He sighed.
“This is our last day on Persephone Nine,” he said. “One way or another. And it has been my absolute pleasure to own you, to rape you, and to help you find the happiness that you have found in slavery.”
The blushes on the girls’ faces showed they took this as the affection he intended it as. They *had* found happiness, in the most unlikely and abusive of circumstances.
Then the sound came to them – calls, echoing from the jungle. He had heard them before – a high whooping sound, like an air raid siren crossed with a wolf.
Not Rapehounds. Galliard. The Galliard war party were only hours away.
The final struggle was upon them.
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Vice and his harem make their final preparations to resist the Galliard and escape Persephone Nine.
