Next in the new set of stories in the Uncherted Worlds universe by Deviant Hunter..
Back to the more traditional action, at least on these shores! A little alien femdom all for you folks. I really encourage to read the story, as I think you will be as favourably impressed as I was by the depth and complexity of it.
The story (all credit to Deviant Hunter..)
The High Executrix sat in her private chamber as she silently analyzed the various reports she had received from her command staff, it had been just over three months since her fleet had effectively decimated most of the terran home fleet when they invaded the Sol System and launched their invasion on the human homeworld known as Earth.
Early projections had expected that the operation to subjugate the humans would take roughly one standard month and they would have a new promising slave species incorporated into their expanding Empire.
Yet going over the current reports from the surface, it was not completely encouraging as several sectors of the operation had experienced setbacks. Yes they were still capturing significant numbers of humans to ensure a healthy slave population, however they had yet to fully subjugate the planet despite their ships having space superiority around the planet as the humans stubbornly continued resisting.
Worse yet she had received communication reports from her smaller diversionary fleets that had invaded other human colonies, informing her that they had been attacked several times by smaller human battlegroups performing hit and run maneuvers, while managing to repel them they were expecting a possible counterattack from a much larger force and while confident they could deal with them, admitted they would most likely suffer losses or worse, risk leaving their slave transports undefended.
Such an outcome was not acceptable for the High Executrix. So she ordered those fleets to increase slave capturing operations while simultaneously preparing for withdrawal, instructing them to rendezvous with her fleet in the Sol System.
The intention being to recombine her entire fleet and strengthen their position, putting more pressure on Earth which in turn would most likely pause the humans counterattack as they gathered their own forces.
It was a risk but this strategy was her only viable option given the situation. At minimal it would give her more time and resources to capture more humans and perhaps manage to subjugate Earth before their counterattack happened. Of course such a move left them vulnerable as being in a single star system, there was the possibility of being trapped or surrounded.
With that taken care of she shifted towards her own fleet and its operations over Earth. During the initial invasion her forces had approached from the northern hemisphere, this ensured the least amount of resistance according to their scans before planetfall, from there they had split their forces as they invaded several continents, in the early stages they had made great progress due to surprise and their overwhelming technological superiority over the humans.
Many frontline human forces were told to hold off advancing Xelluloid forces, often being sacrificed as they were completely overrun or captured all in an attempt to buy time as they formed better defenses and stabilized their battle lines.
Looking at a holographic map of Earth which also showed her current forces in real time, she tapped at a specific region as the image zoomed in, displaying the continent known as “Europe” this region was where Xelluloid forces had made significant progress and was deemed the most successful in terms of collecting slaves.
She decided that Europe would receive additional reinforcements and support while the other regions would act as a distraction, keeping the humans occupied and disorganized as slave collecting operations increased.
Despite the situation and setbacks, general consensus was that eventually Xelluloid forces would overcome the indigenous species, for there had yet to be a race that had turned back the Xelluloid Empire.
Having finished overseeing the strategic side of current operations, the High Executrix was free for the moment. Grabbing a nearby stemless glass, she placed it in a dispenser next to her as the glass filled with a white creamy substance, her male slave’s semen. Leaning back into her chair, she took a sip and savored the taste of his semen. She knew that he was currently with her slave trainer, no doubt engaging in depraved and rigorous activity, curious she pulled up a holographic menu and activated a viewscreen which displayed the room her slave trainer and male slave were currently in.
A massive female Solturi towered behind the human male, he was nude and appropriately gagged, his lean muscular body positioned in a horizontal Y with his legs spread wide and his ankles, wrists and torso restrained. Beneath him was a cock milking device, greedily pumping his cock and gathering his semen as it emptied into nearby storage vials.
The Solturi trainer was pegging him thoroughly with her impressively sized strapon as she thrusted back and forth in his ass, massaging his prostate with each powerful thrust and causing him to grunt loudly through his gag. His body covered in a sheen of sweat as he began moaning, his body instinctively tensing up as he was no doubt on the precipice of another powerful forced orgasm...
The High Executrix then heard something beneath her, causing her to momentarily shift her attention, there on their knees, hands behind her back, completely naked outside the collar around her neck was her human female slave.
She had been there the entire time as instructed while the High Executrix was going over the reports, obediently and silently licking her pussy. Having momentarily forgotten she was there as she became engrossed in watching the viewscreen, her hand firmly gripping the girl’s head as she had instinctively pressed her against her sex, effectively smothering her as she eventually struggled in a desperate attempt to breathe. Releasing her, the human female gasped for air, her face damp from her Mistress juices, having managed to give her a few mellow orgasms from her efforts.
Despite the submissive position she was in, the girl still had a defiant spirit as her eyes gave the High Executrix a rather angry glare but she knew well enough to hold her tongue. The High Executrix found it rather amusing and it had become a sort of game between them, where she would alternate from being defiant to submissive, with discipline and suggestive threats keeping her in line.
Before she could address the girl beneath her, she had received a notification. Curious, she tapped the holographic menu and another screen displayed, revealing it to be a message or rather an invitation from the Exalted Patron, Zehya. It seemed she was hosting a gathering and had sent invitations to her and other high ranking officials, asking them to join her.
Having no other responsibilities for the moment and curious to see what sort of party the eccentric woman had planned, she accepted the invite. Standing up and looking down at the human female, giving the girl a sadistic grin as she casually remarked it had been awhile since she had seen her male companion and instructed her to go and assist the Solturi slave trainer, teasing the human female by mentioning she was sure the male would be happy to see her.
The human female shuddered at the thought of being with the intimidating slave trainer, remembering the last time she was forced to take part in a session with that brute of a woman, the experience being rather intense and exhausting. She knew assisting them would most likely involve her being used in various depraved games with her male partner.
Noting the human female’s hesitation and lack of response, the High Executrix’s eyes narrowed at the girl, the human slave noticed her Mistress expression and knew if she did not answer now she would face severe consequences. Looking up at her while on her knees she replied simply with a “Yes, Mistress” and asked permission to leave to go to the training room.
Still glaring at the human female, she said nothing and with each passing second the human female was becoming more anxious before her Mistress finally told her she had permission to leave. As the girl quickly left her presence, she opened a communication channel that linked from her room to the training room, informing the trainer that she was sending the human female to assist in the current session, adding that she required additional training and discipline.
The High Executrix arrived on Zeyha’s personal ship, the Eternal Devotion, a fitting name given the owner of the vessel and her particular habits. As she was being escorted by a single scantily clad female Elvidian slave, Ashara remembered that the ship itself had been at one point a warship but under Zeyha had been retrofitted with all the weapons and military related systems stripped out and the interior redesigned for luxury, comfort and pleasure, no expense was spared in furnishing the ship with the absolute best the Empire had to offer.
The ship easily was able to crew and transport well over a thousand, yet only had several hundred aboard, most of which were slaves outside the necessary crew and trainers, who were loyal and only served their Mistress, effectively making it a personal pleasure ship.
Zeyha herself had quite the reputation and various titles, everyone within the Empire knew she was one of the most wealthiest aristocrats due to her deeply rooted connections in the slave economy, given sexual slavery was by far one of the biggest currencies in the Xelluloid Empire.
Even if Earth could not be added to the list of conquered planets, at least for the time being, the current captives could be added to the Empire’s slave population, having a new species never before seen in the Empire would mean the cost of a single human would be extravagant and demand would definitely outweigh supply, renewing interest in conquering Earth or increasing human slave population on suitable worlds.
Given Zeyha was a civilian, she was only permitted in following the High Executrix’s fleet due to her immense wealth and having paid Ashara directly for said permission. Her reasoning stemmed from her interest in cataloguing and collecting females from every conquered race, even males weren’t spared if they piqued her interest. In order to achieve this she was willing to not only personally pay Ashara but also provide incredible amounts of funding and resources into Ashara’s fleet.
This business arrangement led to multiple successful campaigns in conquering several races for the Xelluloid Empire and with each conquered race brought in enormous wealth and prestige to them.
However Zeyha did not seem to have much interest in such things, so long as she received her slaves and was left alone to indulge in her various addictions or projects she was content. Likewise as High Executrix, Ashara had the ultimate authority regarding all military matters within the fleet and no amount of wealth or influence from Zeyha would challenge that.
Arriving at the designated area to which the party was being held in, Ashara took a moment to take in the view of the festivities, the grand assembly hall was spacious, easily accommodating the various high ranking guests and slaves throughout the area, several tables nearby offered refreshments and she spotted a wide assortment of slaves being used by the guests, no doubt serving as entertainment for those wanting to take advantage of Zehya’s offerings and hospitality.
She then spotted Zeyha nearby, her presence easily recognizable as she casually chatted with other guests. Zeyha took notice of Ashara as she made her entrance and excused herself from the others as she approached her, telling her she was glad the High Executrix had accepted her invitation.
Ashara gave her a slight smile in return, remarking it had been some time since she had attended such a social gathering, then asked if she was enjoying her latest slaves. Zeyha merely grinned and told Ashara to follow her.
Upon reaching their destination, in the center of the grand assembly hall, Ashara immediately noted the completely naked male human slave, bound, gagged and blindfolded in a specialized restraining chair, sporting a rather prominent erection, taking account of his species. Upon closer inspection she also noticed he had advanced noise cancelling earplugs, with the combined accessories he effectively had no way of hearing, seeing or speaking, no doubt a deliberate choice so the male wouldn't interrupt the party.
Zeyha gave a devilish grin as she noticed Ashara gazing at her male slave. She asked her if she approved of him, telling her she had decided to make him the centerpiece of this party and that she had been quite satisfied with him and her female human slave.
Ashara admitted the human male’s lean, athletic physique was quite aesthetically pleasing, assuming that he had most likely been a soldier who had been captured on the surface and with his current predicament was certainly proving to be eye catching. Zehya continued praising the male, listing off the various specific modifications she had personally requested be done to her newly acquired slaves, mentioning how they both were tailored to meet her exact specific needs and desires.
Ashara had no doubt that Zeyha was thoroughly enjoying her new slaves and was keenly aware of her particular vices and addictions, like many Areh’a it was not uncommon for their kind to develop certain addictions on various substances and like many, Zeyha’s was of course male semen.
While Ashara also enjoyed the taste, she hadn’t yet developed an intense need for it like Zeyha. Looking down at the male slave’s prominent erection as it twitched, causing a bit of precum to surface, Ashara knew the boy was no doubt being relentlessly milked in order to sate Zeyha’s insatiable cravings.
Zehya then provided Ashara with an empty glass, insisting she give him a try.
Leaning slightly, she firmly gripped his erect cock, finding it hard and slick, whether from lubrication or from his own precum she did not know, the male squirmed slightly at the feeling of a new, unknown hand firmly gripping his manhood and as she began stroking his cock, the male instinctively tensed up, letting out a muffled grunt behind his ballgag.
It didn’t take long as each pleasurable stroke pushed him closer and closer to the point of no return, his body tensing more as he let out more grunts, knowing he was close to his release, she aimed his cock at the empty glass as his hard cock twitched and throbbed, spewing several thick ropes of sticky white cum and filling the glass. Releasing his throbbing cock, she noted how he still remained erect, his chest heaved as he panted behind his gag, his body coated with a light sheen of sweat.
Raising the glass to her lips, she began sipping it and found the male’s seed to be delicious. Zeyha of course could tell just by Ashara’s expression that she was indeed enjoying it. She told Ashara that she had grown fond of the male and couldn’t get enough of consuming his seed, leaning over with her own glass as she firmly gripped his cock and began greedily stroking him, grinning over his gagged grunts and moans, no doubt caused by his cock’s hypersensitivity from the previous orgasm.
With practiced ease, she coaxed another powerful orgasm out of the male, his body jerking against the restraints as his cock eagerly thrusts in his Mistress’s stroking hand as she pumped his thick, delicious seed into the awaiting glass.
Straightening up slightly, she leaned into his ear and briefly removed one of his earplugs and told him in a sultry tone “Good boy”, causing the boy to let out a weak groan behind his gag and making his cock involuntary throb from hearing such a phrase, making Zeyha let out a soft, amused laugh as she reinserted the earplug. Ashara had no doubt that the boy had been physically and mentally conditioned in various methods given his bodily response, she could imagine the sort of phrases or actions Zeyha had imprinted on him, knowing he would instinctively act if such triggers were done.
Ashara found it amusing how affectionate Zeyha was towards the male, referring to him in a way like a proud owner would over their favorite pet. Though she knew Zeyha could also be strict and mischievous when dealing with her slaves, having her own intimidating presence and not known for taking the response "No" from her slaves or others well.
Giving each other a knowing look, both grinned as they began sipping their glasses, fully savoring the flavor of the boy's seed. Ashara had to admit that the male’s seed was delectable and could understand how Zeyha would become addicted to it. She imagined the male would be receiving quite a lot of attention as several more women approached, equally curious and eager to sample the seed from Zeyha’s prized male.
The two continued chatting, discussing various topics but avoided mentioning the invasion in any specific detail, as Ashara knew Zeyha had no real interest in the military side of the operation.
Zeyha mentioned that for such a small species the humans surprisingly seemed to be quite the capable soldiers, remarking that perhaps the humans could serve in a dual role as slaves and soldiers. Ashara had to begrudgingly agree given the reports she had reviewed from the surface, it was quite rare for such a species to be somewhat as adaptable as the humans had been, especially in terms of warfare.
Perhaps in the future the Empire would reevaluate the humans, allowing them to serve in the Empire’s military. For now though they were just another inferior race for them to conquer with their sole purpose being slaves to a more superior race.
As the party continued, Ashara, Zeyha and countless other high ranking women found themselves surrounding the singular male human slave, taking turns milking him as they consumed his seed, behind them several human and alien females were being freely used by the guests, a human female being suspended in the air by a antigrav device as she’s forced to suck the cock of a male Areh’a officer, another human female, restrained and gagged on a table as a female Areh’a used a vibrating dildo on her.
As Ashara took in the scene surrounding her, she found herself increasingly becoming aroused and began thinking of her own slaves onboard the Immaculance and decided that once she had her fill of Zeyha’s gathering she would have them pleasure her until they passed out from exhaustion. Making sure to discipline her human female slave for that rather angry glare earlier…