In a few moments the Emperor’s orders were carried out and then Decima watched as a guard grabbed Allus by his arms, and held him still while his executioner neatly sliced the Governor’s scrotum, cock, and balls from his body. Of course, blood spurted out the wound, but Allus did not scream, even when a red hot blade seared the wound closed. Decima was astounded by his stoic behavior in the face of such cruel pain.
One by one all the prisoners had their male organs removed, but none were seared as Allus had been so some passed out from pain of blood loss. A moment was given for the seventh prisoner to suffer before his head was pressed to the stump in front of him and a swift stroke of an axe finished his life. Back up the line the beheading went until it was Allus’ turn again.
To Decima, Allus looked as a spent slave who only wanted to be put out of her misery, but the Emperor wanted Allus’ suffering to continue. Incredibly, he wanted answers at this moment. “Why, Allus, for four generations you and your family have held the prime governorship, second only in power to me, why betray me? Speak and I spare thy life.”
Allus never said why, but he did speak, croaking out a question. “How . . . how did you know?”
Marcus Flavius laughed, and pointed right at Decima. “There, Allus, the flaxen-haired spy you sent to win the consort. She saved my Empire, and she didn’t even know she was doing it. You should have remembered she has ears, before you spoke of your plot in front of her.”
Decima now understood it was she who had saved the Empire and betrayed Allus, and she felt horrible as Allus strained his neck to see her for a final time.
“Perhaps, I motivated you too well, my flower.” With his final question answered, Allus docilely laid his head down on the block and at the rising and falling of the Emperor’s hand, the axe fell.
* * * *
It was not until she arrived back at the Emperor’s quarters that the full understanding of what she had done struck Decima, and when the Emperor took her hot and hard on those moons she knew that although Allus would not live the see it, she would likely be consort one day.
I think the bitter potion is working, as the desire for Janus seems to be fading away. Will I imprint on Master soon, I wonder.
It was not until the rise of suns that Decima noticed the new domestic slave, from a distance across the main room. She was on her knees, scrubbing the stone floor in one of the many drudgeries she would endure. As Decima approached her, she thought the girl looked familiar, as the ash-blonde hair was somewhat lighter that her Claretta’s, but it was a nice reminder of her former lover. As she got right up behind the naked slave, she noticed a mark on her right thigh, an all-too-familiar birthmark that Decima knew well. Decima gasped and spoke the words she never thought she would speak.
“Claretta, is that you?”
A familiar head rose, a smile bloomed on that lovely face, and Decima felt a surge of hot flashing passion melt her body. She had imprinted again, but this time Felicia had chosen right for her.
The End
Book 3 of the Ranexx series will be titled Saturnia’s Peril, and will follow the adventures of Saturnia, the Amazonian work slave that Decima watched as she was being taken east to work on the Wall. Saturnia will labor on the Emperor’s project for the entrapment of the barbarian pink-eyes, but she will be harassed and threatened by a cruel overseer. In Saturnia’s Peril, two new worlds of Ranexx will expose themselves; the world of the common work slave, used for hard labor and as a sexual plaything, and the world of the barbarians, the mysterious people with the glowing pink eyes who may hold the key to the future fate of Ranexx.
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VIRGELINA’S TORMENT
By Jennifer Campbell
Highly sexual and easily aroused, the women of Ranexx have many factors in their biology which make them natural slaves. Our heroine, Virgelina, is a pampered pleasure slave, sent by her Master to the Imperial Palace to compete to become an imperial pleasure slave to serve the Emperor. However, when Virgelina fails miserably, it is she, not her Master, who must face horrible treatment and tortures at the hands of Varius, the head imperial slave trainer. After days of torment, Virgelina is forced to confront her Master, who abandons her body to a cruel fate. Will Virgelina survive and find another Master to serve—and perhaps even love?
Warnings: This title contains very graphic language, violence, bdsm, degradation and golden showers.
Excerpt From VIRGELINA’S TORMENT:
Virgelina was surprised when they eventually left the palace building and began walking along a path through a pasture. The air was warm, and the sun felt good on Virgelina’s naked body. She saw arabans running and playing in the next pasture, and if not for the weight of the punishment hanging over her head, she would have been happy. Thankful to Justus for releasing her nipples, she wanted to take his hand as they walked, but such liberties were not taken on Ranexx. I wish I had the courage to speak to him, tell him everything I feel. Someone should know, as I may be dead soon. As they walked, the twin suns sank low in the sky, and on the opposite horizon they could barely see the nine moons rising.
Justus led her to a large barn, and she watched him open the barn door letting light rush into the main hallway of the enormous building. She saw rows of stalls revealed on each side of the center aisle, and immediately noticed that the stalls on the right were clean, well maintained, and mostly housed large arabans. The mighty steeds looked well contented with fresh straw, and large wall-mounted troughs containing food and water.
When Virgelina turned her head to the left, she was met with a quite different picture. These stalls were smaller, about one third the size, and they were filthy, unkempt places that seemed to have no troughs or buckets for the feeding of their occupants. The occupants were all slave girls, naked as was customary, but chained in a bizarre kneeling position to the floor. Their faces and breasts pressed close to the filthy straw, and their nude bottoms thrust up to be viewed or used. All the girls” wrists had been cuffed tightly behind their backs, and every ass displayed fresh, red whip marks or cane strips. Their knees were forced apart by metal bars cuffed between them so that their bulging cunt lips were exposed, and their engorged pleasure bulbs hung down obscenely.
Closer inspection showed one more awful feature that most of the tethered slaves had in common. Most had their hair shaven, or cut brutally, from their heads. The cutting had been haphazard and uneven, and had left cuts, scraps, and tufts of uncut hair on their heads. They were now crude caricatures of the beautiful women they must all have once been.
Virgelina immediately wondered why their clit-bulbs were so engorged, as it seemed as if these slaves had been punished terribly, and recently. She doubted they had felt any pleasure since they had been in this barn, so why the swelled clit-bulbs? It was obvious to any observer, and not lost on Virgelina, that to the arabans this was a place of comfort, their home away from the pleasures of the pastures, while to slaves, this was a living hell of pain and humiliation.
Justus fairly pulled her along to an empty stall, but she stopped at the stall door, disgusted by the awful stench of the place. She only moved forward when Justus pushed her, allowing him to push her to her knees to be chained like the other slave girls. Right then, she s
napped from the terror inside her. She blurted out fear-driven words through weeping eyes, all the time looking at the fine Maldorian sword that hung from Justus’ belt.
“Please, Master Justus, just kill this slave now. Slit her throat with your sword, it will be easy, and she promises to die with your face in her eyes. Please, this slave begs to have this cup taken from her lips. Strike quickly before she loses her nerve.”
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TOP HUNT
By Jennifer Campbell
Follow corporate VP Jennifer Campbell down the dark corridors of her deepest desires, in a quest for total submission. Unsatisfied with her current top, she embarks on a sexual odyssey to find a stricter, more thrilling dominant. Soon she becomes a coveted prize, sought by two Masters, whom she must choose between if she proves worthy to serve both. Will she kneel beside the sublimely obedient Gail, to serve Keefe Murdoch, Master of The Mansion, or will she offer her body to Grant Farrell, a deliciously qualified job candidate at her company? What will become of her flaxen-haired assistant, Donna, who longs to be trained as Jennifer’s personal sex slave.
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, anal sex and bdsm elements including bondage, pain, humiliation and degradation.
TWO TO SERVE
By Jennifer Campbell
Having been accepted now into the dedicated cadre of slavegirls who serve Keefe Murdoch in the Mansion, Jennifer Campbell undergoes her taking. Kidnapped from the very steps of her condo by her Master’s employees, she’s tested in all ways, and then granted the mysterious silver metallic collar which all Mansion slaves wear. Drawn in by the beauty and elegance of her surroundings, Jennifer signs the next two years of her life away in a slave contract. However, the Mansion holds mystery upon mystery for her as she strives to understand and complete her novice training to be paired with the beautiful first slave, Gail. Will Jennifer find what she seeks without losing what she has, or will the constant challenges of Mansion life prove too much for her?
Warnings: This title contains graphic descriptions of sexual slavery, punishment, bondage, degradation, and oral, anal and vaginal sex.
ALLISON’S TRAINING
By Jennifer Campbell
Allison and Nick have been together for a while, but the relationship is strained, as the self-absorbed Allison feels her man is changing. He invites her to spend a weekend at his family’s horse farm in the wilds of Maine , and as a former equestrian in college, Allison is excited to get back in the saddle again. On the drive up they play an erotic game of dominance that makes Allison wonder about her man and herself, but in the end she orgasms after playing the game.
When they arrive at the farm, things are not as Allison thought they would be, as she is seized and disrobed by the strong farmhands and Nick doesn’t lift a finger to stop them. What lies in store for flaxen-haired Allison at Laughlin Farm, and can she find the inner strength to survive it.
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, oral, vaginal and anal sexual acts, discipline and punishment in a BDSM setting, pony play and forced feminization of males.
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