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THE MARIONETTES OF MARS
The last thing Detective Harmony Love remembered before
waking up on Mars was investigating the disappearance of the
noted eccentric astrophysicists Doctor Goldphisher. She had
just reached down and picked up off the missing man's study
floor a strange meteorite apparently knocked off the shelves
of his large collection of space rocks when it had suddenly
started to pulse with a glowing throbbing reddish purple
light as she held it in her hands and just as she passed out
she distinctly remembered hearing something like the double
beep of a car alarm being set and the sound of a garage door
opening and then she woke up on Mars.
She woke up with a coppery taste in her mouth and feeling
even more hung-over than the time she lost her virginity at
uncle Willies. That had been a night of several first times.
First time she had gotten drunk. First time she had ate a
chloroform sandwich. First time she had her cherry popped.
First time she had experienced an insanely huge cock. She
blamed uncle Willy for the lingering after effects that she
liked her sex a bit woozy and rough and with men who had
tackle that should properly belong on horses or bulls.
But nothing of that distant night of firsts could compare
with the present night of firsts of waking up to two moons
hovering over a distant thin pale sunrise bleeding through
the teeth of a huge red mountain range on a distant planet.
She woke up naked and alone in a small temple hewn from
crimson rock. She staggered about the open temple of pillars
and roof and raised floor but no walls; feeling
simultaneously cold and clammy and hot and flushed. She half
fell down its steps out into the open newly spawned dawn and
with one hand clamped to her forehead and the other clutched
over her stomach; she see-sawed her way down a thankfully
well worn smooth broad path through the otherwise sharp
jagged rocks that surrounded her like a red angry sea. Until
she collapsed and slipped once more into unconsciousness.
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When she woke the second time on Mars she could not tell if
hours or days had passed but she was inside a large stone
room which was furnished entirely with furniture made of
various colors of smoky glass. The only other person in the
room was the missing Doctor Goldphisher who quickly began to
explain where they where and what was happening. She was
still naked.
"You are on the planet Mars," The old man began. "I can only
assume you came here from tampering with that infernal space
rock I had found as that is what happened to me. That ringing
in your ears are the bells." He held up his wrist where
several small silver bells hung on bracelets of sliver and
gold. "They have no clappers but they make a constant soft
ringing sound in the ears. You get used to it. They also
translate all spoken languages into words the hearer can
understand. Useful considering here there are over a hundred
such languages and apparently thousands of dialects on top of
that."
Harmony Love sat up and slid to a seated position, head still
groggy, upon the sturdy glass bed and looked at her own
wrists. Small tiny bells were indeed lightly glimmering
hanging off of small ringlets around her wrists and ankles.
Other than the numerous bracelets and anklets she was naked.
Still naked. And she quickly crossed her legs and made hand
bras over her large puffy areolas and thick erect nipples.
"Ah, yes, as you can see Martians don't go in for clothes
much." He gestured over his own almost naked body. He was
wearing an elaborate harness and a small shoulder mantle but
his genitals, as well as most of his body, were exposed. "In
fact, the harness and small cape are worn for purposes of
declaring what House you belong to; the climate is rather
warm except in the polar wastes. You will receive a harness
and shoulder cape when they put you in a house as well. Until
then... Well. Like the ringing of the bells you eventually
get used to it."
Harmony kept her legs firmly crossed and her hand bra sunk
deeply into her large firm breasts and narrowed her eyes at
the old naked man. "This can't be Mars. Mars has no
breathable atmosphere, no temperate climate, the radiation
alone..."
"We have somehow not only been transported to Mars but we
have been transported to Mars over several hundred of
millions of years in to the past. The Earth in the sky that
you can see shimmering like a watery star right now has
nothing remotely human living on it. We are on Mars at a time
before the dawn of mankind on Earth. We are on Mars at the
time of the Great Dying. Their planet is dying and they know
it. We are not the first Earthlings to wake up here."
Harmony tried to get up off her glass bed. The bed felt both
cool and warm to the touch and very much like, well, it was
very firm and ridged and yet the surface somehow seemed very
soft and rubbery as if it slid semi-detached over the firm
solid mass. It felt exactly like an erect penis?!
It is very difficult to get off a surface that feels like an
erect penis when your feet are dangling off the floor and you
have your legs crossed and both hands are firmly clasped over
your nipples. She struggled for a few seconds and then gave
the old man a hard stare and he sighed and turned around so
his back was to her; at least the shoulder cape somewhat half
hid his old man's saggy lank withered ass.
She quickly let go of her breasts and uncrossed her legs and
slipped off the bed and replaced one hand over her crotch
which she blushingly saw needed a shave as the spread palm
did little to cover her untamed bush. She quickly brought her
forearm and elbow up over one nipple as her hand reached over
and grabbed and sunk into a grasping firm hold over her other
nipple.
With her slender thighs pressed together to help hide her sex
she realized it was going to be rather difficult to move
about let alone walk anywhere in such a constricted pose and
still retain one's modesty. She darted her eyes about the
room for any kind of rug or bedding or curtain or table
covering; any kind of cloth she could cover herself with but
there was nothing!
"Give me your cape!" She hissed. Angry at the flush of
embarrassment she could feel spreading over her frustrated
face.
The old man turned around and looked at her, "I am sorry. I
can't. Once you are assigned a house, to go outdoors without
your harness and mantle of declaration, is death. And to wear
a mantle or harness of a house to which you have not been
assigned, is also death. Again I am sorry. I can assure you
that your natural and understandable embarrassment of being
nude will indeed pass. We are no longer on Earth and the
sooner you understand what that means and accept it the
better your chances of survival."
At the phrase 'chances of survival' the young girl part of
Harmony's brain gave way to the Detective part and she raised
up slightly out of her cringing stance and looked over the
man and the room afresh but her hands remained clamped where
they were. "Are we really on Mars. A Mars at the time of the
dinosaurs?"
"Before the Jurassic, I think? If I have been reading those
stars right."
"Then how do we get home? How did we get HERE!"
The old man shook his head, "come they have been waiting for
you to wake.
And they are not to be known for their patients despite their
long lives." He held out a hand toward her and gestured
another toward the open door-less portal, the only way out of
the small room, which sat as punched out circle in the red
stone wall across from her.
"They?"
"Come it is time you meet the masters of Mars and learn our
place here."
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What Harmony learned over the course of the next ten days
after the old man lead her out of the small room and into the
bustling halls of the House of 1113 and to the council
chambers was that; Earth women were highly prized.
Passing from Earth to Mars awakened ones Aphrodite gene, as
it was known on future Earth, and she was now quickly finding
out she had growing super powers.
Super healing, super strength, super agility, super endurance
and vitality. And most importantly; super reproductive
abilities.
The Martians were long lived. They lived for thousands of
years, if not tens of thousands of years. But they found
successful reproduction to be very difficult.
As such their entire culture was based on constant sex. They
walked about naked and almost every cultural aspect of formal
meeting involved sexual intercourse. They fucked for
handshakes, so to speak.
But for all their constant sexual engagements there was
little successful pregnancies and offspring. For all their
long lives there were very, very few Martians.
Mars was a harsh world full of dangerous monsters and harsh
open tundra and primeval forests and savage massive storms.
In theory, Martians never died. They did not have cellular
decrepitude. They should live forever. In reality, few made
it past their first thousand year mark. The red planet was
very harsh and the Martians themselves loved war far too
much.
Both the males and females walked about carrying bladed
weapons of indestructible razor sharp volcanic glass. And
bouts of honor were common. Death was common. On all of Mars
there were not more than a few hundred thousand Martians.
They had lightening guns and explosive cross bolts but these
had long been banned in warfare.
They were used against the larger or more ferocious monsters
when they attacked the great canal farmsteads. Wars, like
battles of honor, were fought with swords, spears, and
knives.
Martians looked like humans of Earth. But their skin changed
color as they passed through the years. So you could tell the
age of a Martian by just looking at the color of their skin.
The young were almost brown, then red, then gold. At very
ancient ages they turned an increasingly pale white both in
skin color and hair.
Harmony had very pale skin and her hair was long and white so
it was easy to mistake her for a very old Martian; well in
her thousands.
Harmony had, had very large breasts on her thin narrow frame
back on future Earth. And she had been tall. But with her
Aphrodite gene triggered her breasts grew increasing larger
and firm and round and jutting as her powers grew. Her
buttocks firmed up and rounded as well. And her long limbs
grew more slender as they grew in strength. Her already young
youthful twenty-seven year old face took on an even younger
fresher look. She looked scarcely sixteen! Her gray almond
shaped eyes grew larger and her lips thicker and mouth
smaller. Her cheekbones became fuller and higher. Her hair
quickly grew fuller thicker longer until it hung down to her
ankles! And her pubic patch refused to be tamed by her sharp
stone razors and grew to a proud abundance.
Her beauty became stunning!
And yet her large full jiggling round 44 triple KKK breasts
topped with their always puffy large areolas and every hard
thumb thick nipples were often dwarfed by the Martian women
around her. Her long lithe thin Aphrodite gene enhanced body
of six foot three was dwarfed by the slender Martian women
who towered over her at seven feet or more. And they were a
full head shorter than the males!
The males were cast in an almost sculpturesque perfection of
lean muscle and though towering in height above her were
wonderfully proportioned in every way. There were two
distinguishing features about the males that beyond their
mere size and ageless handsomeness that marked them from the
average Earth-man; and these were their constantly on display
double penises. Martian men had two penises one above the
other and they were of incredible length and girth. They hung
down to their knees when flaccid and tapped the men in the
chest when they were erect.
The top penis was slightly shorter and thicker than the
bottom one and both spasamed and vibrated when erect.
The favorite sexual position was with the larger penis in the
vagina and the second shorter but thicker one in the anus of
the woman. So doggy style was much more common than the
missionary position and was the position used in all formal
occasions.
The virility or the time a Martian male could maintain his
erection was something of great pride and boasting and the
refraction rate or the time it took for a spent penis to rise
again for the occasion was also of great importance to the
men and women of Mars.
Plays and operas were the most common and enjoyed
entertainment and jokes and put-downs by women actresses
about men's penis size or sexual abilities or lack there of
were very common in the comedies.
Martian women firmly believed that 'bigger was better' and
Martian males went around doing all they could to show their
penises off in the most audacious of manners. This included
cock-rings and ointments which would be worn to keep their
penises erect and ridged four hours and hours at a time as
they walked about their day to day business. So it was not
uncommon to see males, especially young males, walking the
passage ways with massive erections bouncing around like ship
prowls as they sauntered about.
The living system of Mars was communal. One was born or
adopted into a House. The house was a large entirely enclosed
structure. With several heavily guarded gates, the sealed
huge compound, would house hundreds of Martian men and women
who each had their own abode. Tasks were assigned by the
ruling body. Which may or may not be elected by the members
of the house its self.
Most of the food came from heavily fortified farmsteads that
dotted the elaborate canal systems. The canals being not only
the main means of irrigation but also travel for the
Martians.
It seldom rained on Mars anymore. And many of the canals were
sourced from the polar caps many thousands of miles away.
Keeping the canals and various aqueducts in proper working
order was of vital importance to the survival of the hundreds
of Houses that made up the social structure of Mars.
The political structure of Mars was designed as much to be
entertaining as it was to be inclusive and thus was often far
from being efficient. It was born out of the time of the
Warlords and city-states and it retained the Martian inherent
need for the warriors ethos as well as addressing the growing
need for peace and cooperation in the dying of the planet and
the people.
Each individual House was allowed to run its internal affairs
as it saw fit. Most crimes were dealt with banishment and
most leaders within a House feared a dwindling population
weakening their chance of survival so punishments were rare.
Collectively each individual House was part of a massive
feudalistic system. The entire system was designed to be
arcane and complex and chaotic. Martian's believed only
through forced engagement does life adapt and survive. Their
political system was thus formed to be a type of conflicting
bartering war.
Each House was self-sufficient as much as possible but each
House was assigned specialized tasks by the twelve major
Houses. These tasks added votes to the basic person equals
vote rule in the Great Assembly.
The Great Assembly met in Mars only remaining city. Imperial
City.
Here representatives of all the Houses voted on all major
issues pertaining to the survival of Mars and the
relationship of its two thousand houses.
Here tasks were metered out to Houses and conflicts resolved.
Here every year the Houses metered out the votes and assigned
each houses new number based on the previous year and thus
who were the new twelve great Houses which oversaw the
distribution of duties and votes and solved the endless
bickering of conflicts between Houses for the next year.
Houses not only got votes per person living in their House
and extra votes bases on tasks they undertook and completed
but they could trade or sell their votes to other Houses as
well. This was very important because at the beginning of
every year the Houses were assigned their votes based on the
people and tasks they earned from the previous year and those
votes did not replenish over the year.
For example; the House which had found both Doctor
Goldphisher and Harmony was House 1113. It's name was its
rank out of all the other Houses from the year before. It of
course had a local name its residents called it but on the
collective whole it was known for that year as House 1113.
House 1113 had forty-seven males and twenty-four women living
in it. It had twelve 'youths' who had not yet gone through
the right of passage. As such its base vote was forty-seven
votes for the males and forty-eight votes for the women and
two 'floating votes' for each youth. Women and children being
rare and thus highly prized on Mars.
The special assigned tasks last year was safe guarding the
canal which ran at the base of their enclosed House for a
hundred mile stretch and repairing it as needed as well as
defending the four farm stead settlements and assisting them
in harvest time and transport time of said goods. The amount
of tradeable goods as well as goods sent as 'tax' to the
Emperor also produced both additional votes as well as rights
of request.
Since there were two outcast (non-House) bandit enclaves
nearby as well as both a forest full of monsters and a tundra
full of rich moss and heard animals to hunt; House 1113 got
extra votes in judgment for those additional aspects of
hardship and harvest-able resources.
There was also rich mineral wealth in the hills including
volcanic glass and a holy temple site up in the mountains.
This meant that the House could and did produce glass weapons
and furniture and harvested meat and hides for harness and
ship tackle and food trade. This gave them additional
tradeable wealth which earned them further votes and the
protection of a holy site gained them more votes as well.
At the beginning of each year these tasks were counted up
from the previous year and the allotted votes were
accredited. As the next year proceeded these votes would be
'spent' by the House in the Great Assembly. The House could
use as many votes as it desired upon any matter before the
Assembly but each vote used was gone.
Obviously the more tasks a House had and the more people it
had living in it the more votes it had. This made the upper
tires of the great Houses more stable and uniform. However;
the ability to trade votes or sell them meant it was possible
for a House with little votes at hand to buy votes and make
its self very powerful in the Great Assembly. Especially, if
that House could also sway other Houses to use up their votes
in agrement on their behalf.
This kept the Martian political system in constant
uncertainty and made for many surprises. Which is exactly
what the Martians wanted. For all their warrior ethos and
ethics they were primarily traders and bandits at heart.
House 1113 was out on the outer fringes of the House system
and just a few hundred miles away the Great Wastes began
where House 20 fought endless wars with outcasts settlements
and bandits and monsters.
The current leaders of House 1113 gladly sold the bulk of
their votes to House 8 on a yearly bases and took the
tradable goods in exchange heartily. Leaving the Great
Assembly politics to those Houses who rejoiced in and could
afford the constant skirmishes that it initialed.
House 1113 simply could not afford the loss of blood.
The Emperor was chosen by the twelve Great Houses. Usually he
was a member of the strongest house and once chosen would
remain as Emperor as long as that house maintained its
strength.
Reigns were erratic and the Emperor was often little than a
figure head. But he and he alone could banish an entire House
or grant a deed for a farmstead to become a House.
Upon his election and confirmation by the Great Assembly he
moved out of his House of Origins and moved into the Great
Palace in the Imperial City. The only city left on Mars.
It sat in the upper north not too far from the polar cap at
the heart of many great canals. It was the only 'walled'
city. Instead of being an enclosed single structure with
walls and roof with passages and gates; it had open streets
and hundreds if not thousands of separate buildings laid out
in lavish parks and grids of boulevards and courtyards.
The Great Assembly met here and all of the serious
politically powerful Houses maintained residences here of
palatal splendor.
Houses like 1113 hired professional representatives who did
their bushiness in the Great Assembly. Donning their
ceremonial mantles as they debated and voted on this or that
Houses behalf before shedding them to put on another Houses
mantle and picking up the debate or vote on that other Houses
behalf. It was not uncommon to see a professional
representative don first one mantel and then another of two
Houses who had very opposed views on a subject and voicing
both their positions as elegantly as possible or casting
votes from two houses in direct opposition to one another on
the same matter at hand. Such things made the Martians smile.
The Emperor had his own guard. An army really. But as each
house had to send a set number of men just as they sent a set
amount of food or goods as a yearly tax; this guard was of
constantly varying size and loyalties.
Much of the tax whether in the form of men or materials was
parceled out to other Houses. For example, House 44 was high
in the volcanic mountains at the equator and though rich in
mineral wealth and vital to the survival of the Martian
economical society and way of life. It could not produce any
food at all. It relied heavily on local trade but still could
not have survived without a constant stipend of food directly
sent by the Emperor himself.
It was this Emperor who sent for Harmony as soon as he heard
of her arrival and as soon as she could be indoctrinated into
the House who had found her as no non-House member could be
sent before the Emperor.
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To be indoctrinated and become a member of the House 1113
meant that Harmony Love had to engage in a ritual of extended
and strenuous sex with all the adult members of the House.
This ceremony usually lasted several hours; basically until
the gang rape wore the individual into unconsciousness. But
with her Aphrodite gene fully active now and her being a
very, very, very, very horny young girl who desperately loved
large cocks; Harmony's ceremony went on for weeks.
When the giddy cock-crazed girl finally made her way upon her
canal ship to the Great City and to the Imperial Palace; the
leaders and warrior band from House 1113 which had
accompanied her wisely blamed the massive delay upon bandit
attacks along the canal route and made no mention of her
stopping to fuck and suck every over sized dual wielded cock
she saw on her journey. Which of course was almost a third
the population of Mars!
Upon reaching the Imperial City the horny girl quickly made
use of her thousand man guard and the shuddering moans in her
bed room never relinquished until the moons had ascended
(another several weeks latter) to the proper auspicious
location for her formal meeting with the Emperor of Mars.
This formal tete-a-tete was one of the almost nightly
magnificent city wide parties that the Emperor was expected
to throw and it began with the 'announcement ceremonies.'
The announcement ceremonies were a lavish spectacle in which
the guests arrived at the smaller courtyard and then made
their way along a massive colonnade street lined with guards
and arrived at the larger courtyard where the Emperor awaited
his guests upon a massive set of steps before a magnificent
temple dedicated to all the varying monestrous Gods of Mars.
What made the announcement ceremonies somewhat interesting
was that a huge chorus of women lining both sides of the
Emperor upon the staircase sang out the orgasm sounds of each
person being presented to his highness.
Knowing this each Martian made sure that their sexual
exclamations and sounds were as presentable as possible when
they entered the Great City as they knew the 'Orgasmic
Chorus' always somehow heard them.
Of course Harmony Love had known nothing of this and her face
grew very red with embarrassment as she approached the huge
stone staircase upon which the Emperor sat enthroned and
heard the throats of thousands of Martian women begin to
duplicate her very distinctive and not to be misinterpreted
four note pattern she made whenever she was fucking. These
notes rose and fell almost musically in quick shuddering
rapid moans so it sounded somewhat like a wind-chime sounding
on a brisk breeze.
"OH-OH-OH-OH!" Greeted her in loud trills of building orgasm.
Just as she held out a shaking hand to the Emperor the chorus
exploded into screaming shouts of, "OH FUCKING SHIT YEAH
POUND MY FUCKING PUSSY YOU HUGE COCK STUDS MAKE ME CUM LIKE
THE FUCKING BITCH IN HEAT THAT I AM!!!!!"
This produced a few chuckles but no apparent shock and
Harmony was very grateful that after a curt nod the Emperor
let her be escorted on past him through the Temple and past
its massive reliefs and statues of God monsters into the
Imperial Palace beyond.
The only suave to her severely embarrassed state was the very
next couple to be presented to the Emperor behind her was an
old man and woman who the Orgasmic Choir introduced with the
woman's own, "YES! OH YES! YOU ARE SOOOOO MUCH BETTER THAN MY
IMPOTENT SMALL DICKS HUSBAND!"
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The Emperor met her in a privet room once the banquet was
well underway as was the Martian custom. The room had several
stone and glass furnishings and a large fountain in its
center. Water was everywhere in the palace. One of the true
signs of wealth as everyone was always dripping with jewels
and gold and silver upon their arms and legs.
As Doctor Goldphisher, poor Doctor Goldphisher as much as
Earth women were so overly prized by Martians so were Earth
men so utterly devalued; he had remained back at House 1113
scrubbing out chamber pots. But as he had said; over the past
few months she had indeed become used to walking about naked
and with the embarrassment of the Orgasmic Chorus behind her
she now felt comfortable being alone with the thin smallish
old white man who was the Emperor of Mars.
The old pale man's sole asset to the role of Emperor seemed
to be that he was in fact so very, very old. One of the
oldest Martians alive on the planet and from one of the
oldest Houses that survived the period of the Warring City
States over several tens of thousands of years ago.
Otherwise he did not seem to be overly anything; not strong,
or courageous, or witty, or even smart, and his tackle
between his legs was some of the smallest and most pathetic
she had seen since she had left Earth.
He seemed to be fully aware of his shortcomings and this
added a sort of sadness to him that evoked not pity or spite
but a bit of empathy and perhaps on Mars empathy was what was
sorely missing indeed.
A dying people on a dying planet who thought war was fun was
not a race or a place which gave one a strong feeling of
hope.
The Emperor launched directly into the gist of his
conversation with her as was the Martian way.
"You have traveled far through time and space and have
arrived at a tipping point for my planet and its people. As
you may know by now, this planet is dying as well as its
people. And yet the Houses squabble and do nothing about
this."
"My position as Emperor is powerless in its current form to
force the House system to begin the large scale projects
necessary for our planets survival or meet the growing threat
of the non-House populations which grow with every passing
year and which pirate off our existence to the point of
threatening our very races survival and thus, all hope of
saving Mars."
Harmony looked up from where she was busy sucking and jerking
the Emperor's two cocks as was the custom of Mars and between
mouthfuls, for even small as they were they were still the
size of future Earth pop cans, she managed a slurpy, "wah can
ah do?" Before she climbed up on her hands and knees upon the
Emperor's bench he had been sitting upon and he maneuvered
around behind her and entered her abruptly.
"You can agree to take upon you the special assignment I have
for you. Long ago the twelve great Houses had a fifth House.
This House was a security force that was independent of the
overall House system and which policed and patrolled the
Houses. Ensuring a fairness to all. It also thus acted as a
check and balance to all the Houses and increased the power
of the Emperor."
The old man was not pounding her with the much larger sized
cocks she had become so used to but his long life had given
him much experience and for what he lacked in size he was
more than making up for in skill. She was soon singing her
own orgasmic choir of her four note rapidly repeating refrain
heralding her nearing orgasm.
"I want you to re-build the fifth House. With your super
powers you will be able to more than make up for the few
loyal men I have which I will give you in starting up the new
House. I will grant you the charter at once! If you agree.
But be warned it was the current twelve great houses who have
held those positions for the past thousand years who attacked
and destroyed the fifth House. They undermined its
credibility in the Great Assembly and then sent their
warriors to kill all its members. I have no doubt they will
seek to do the same to you!"
Harmony orgasm loudly and looked over her small delicate pale
shoulder with half lidded long lashed dazed eyes and smiled a
drooling trembling smile, "don't worry my Emperor." She
sighed and her eyelids fluttered in her blushing face, "I
will help you to save Mars. I think this place is fucking
great!"
The Emperor nodded curtly and increased the speed and power
of his thrusts and cock vibrations. "Good. But before you re
build the fifth House you must first seek out and destroy the
Shadow Masters of Mars. They are the string pullers of the
Great Houses. They are a group of Monks living in the polar
wastes with mind control powers and as soon as they hear of
the reformation of the fifth House they will leave the
shadows and attack! They have many trained monsters and
assassins and the Great Houses will join them with their own
armies."
Harmony's eyes crossed as she popped her cork again so she
was looking cross-eyed at the freckled bridge of her own nose
as she tried to answer and only ended up making a 'sure-sure'
slushy throaty sound before dropping her mouth open and going
back to her rapid ascending four note orgasm build up.
"I have only a dozen men I can trust. They will be yours. You
will go with them into the polar ice fields and find the
puppet master monks and kill them. For too long they have
controlled the flow of the waters of Mars and thus limited
our real power."
Harmony, with long strands of drool hanging off her small
chin and her eyes rolled back into her head was now
feverishly shoving her perfectly round bubble butt small ass
deep upon the twin cocks of the Emperor as her own greed got
the best of her freshly unbridled lusts.
The Emperor raised an eyebrow at the young woman's sluttish
fury as she savagely pounded her cunt backwards upon his
cocks and he began to corkscrew his hips as he thrust to meet
her demands. "UGH! I have secretly sent for the other Rack
man." Martian's could not understand the word earth meaning
dirt while somehow also meaning the name for the planet.
There were many words that the sliver bells of Mars could
translate but could not interpret. As such Martians just used
their own word for Earth which sounded like the word 'rack'
in the English tongue. So she was officially known as 'Rack
Woman'. Considering the size of her chest melons she rather
liked the name. "Somehow he did not seem to have the bandit
trouble you did and arrived sometime ago. I met with him
secretly and set him out to find a suitable ruin of one of
the former Houses which have collapsed or been ostracized to
make into the new fifth House. If you succeed in defeating
the Monks in the polar ice caps then you should return to a
functioning House!"
Harmony held up a weak shaking raised thumb as she could no
longer talk or sing but could only let her face be shoved
again and again in rolling rubbing extensions and
contractions upon her slender neck across the warm soft and
drool pooled hard surface of the glass bench. All the
strength had left her body with the last orgasm and she now
gave herself over to the savage rapid deep thrusts of the
Emperor's dual penises as her holes clamped down and quivered
in expectation of his building vibrating release.
"OH! One last thing. I hereby break your seal." He reached
down and tore off one of the many jeweled necklaces she wore
and had woke up in the 1113 House wearing. "From this
insemination on you will now give birth and further our
mighty race!" And with that the Emperor exploded with both
cocks deep inside her womb and ass.
Almost simultaneously with the deluge of sperm she felt
gysering inside of her she felt the impregnation of her egg
in her womb and felt it already swelling up into a Martian
pod. In just a few hours she would give birth to the pod and
in just a few years it would hatch into a new almost fully
grown Martian. With the Emperor having broken her seal she
was now officially allowed to breed. And from what Doctor
Goldphisher had said, that would make her pussy now the most
desirable commodity on the dying planet!
Everyone and everything! Would be wanting to mate with her!
The thought of it sent a thrill through her and made her
sneer, "no one fucks this pussy without my consent." She
muttered in her dazed orgasmic after sex state, "after all I
am Rack Woman, head of the fifth House of Mars and I have a
planet and people to save!"
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