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The world ship hung in swung around the pole of the planet in its seemingly endless orbit. Jason had little time to think about adjusting for premium use of solar rays to power the ship. Usually that would be the top of his schedule, making sure the world ship was receiving maximum power. But not today. Today was special. The new harem slaves had been selected in the Bride Ceremony the tribes down below had come to accept. He stood at a monitor on a circular bridge above a round teleportation chamber. He wore his normal tunic, which always seemed to impress the new comers. He smiled over at Bastilla who was monitoring the teleportation equipment. She had been quite the pain before he had warped her mind. Now, she was nothing but a delight to use. She could milk his cock with her feet as good as any of the harem girls, and when he tickled her armpits and feet, her screams were music to his ears. Of course, she wasn’t his favorite, but it gave him a certain satisfaction that she had resisted him acquiring the locals down on the planet to his religion and now was helping with the process.
His cock pulses with the thought. He loved being the god of this little world. His tech making it undeniable to these primitives. He shivered with lust. There was nothing he loved more that sex, unless it was the sound of one of the beautiful women suffering from being tickled simply because it gave him pleasure. Many of the slaves on his ship, be they harem or guard or tech, had grown to have a love hate relationship with the entire thing. Knowing tickling was serving and pleasing to their god, but dreading suffering the perfected ways He and Ello had invented. For the most part, it was just fingers, a basic technique that couldn’t be beaten. But occasionally brushes and tools were used as well, to vary the sensation. They had long disproved the effect of things like feathers.
His cock pulsed as he went though the database of the slaves being offered up this year, scrolling through the images the ship was able to pick up, placing check marks next to the most attractive ones. Their tribes would be blessed with better crops this year. He wonders where his security is at this time. Probably preparing the chambers. Hopefully, Ahsoka hadn’t cornered Zoey again. He would have to deal with that soon, if Artemis didn’t first. He smiled at Bastilla. “Prepare the beam. Bring them home.” He says smiling at her. “Lets see what the crop is like this year.”
He reaches over and gently squeezes Bastlila’s ass, just taking the time to enjoy the firm softness. He then looks around, a little annoyed. He pushes the com button. “Ello, where are you? We are preparing for teleportation of the new harem.” He shakes his head and looks at Bastilla. “She has a good viscous streak with the tickling but if she isn’t careful, I’ll order Artemis and Ahsoka to have a day long go at her armpits and feet.”
He moves to the controls panel and pushes the com. “Artemis, leave Ahsoka in charge and come to the teleportation chamber. Ello is busy and I require your mouth to pleasure me. Make sure whatever you are wearing leaves your feet and armpits exposed." He is so busy, he removes his penis from his robe like it is nothing, just letting it hang and wait for his guard to come do her duty.
The world ship hung in swung around the pole of the planet in its seemingly endless orbit. Jason had little time to think about adjusting for premium use of solar rays to power the ship. Usually that would be the top of his schedule, making sure the world ship was receiving maximum power. But not today. Today was special. The new harem slaves had been selected in the Bride Ceremony the tribes down below had come to accept. He stood at a monitor on a circular bridge above a round teleportation chamber. He wore his normal tunic, which always seemed to impress the new comers. He smiled over at Bastilla who was monitoring the teleportation equipment. She had been quite the pain before he had warped her mind. Now, she was nothing but a delight to use. She could milk his cock with her feet as good as any of the harem girls, and when he tickled her armpits and feet, her screams were music to his ears. Of course, she wasn’t his favorite, but it gave him a certain satisfaction that she had resisted him acquiring the locals down on the planet to his religion and now was helping with the process.
His cock pulses with the thought. He loved being the god of this little world. His tech making it undeniable to these primitives. He shivered with lust. There was nothing he loved more that sex, unless it was the sound of one of the beautiful women suffering from being tickled simply because it gave him pleasure. Many of the slaves on his ship, be they harem or guard or tech, had grown to have a love hate relationship with the entire thing. Knowing tickling was serving and pleasing to their god, but dreading suffering the perfected ways He and Ello had invented. For the most part, it was just fingers, a basic technique that couldn’t be beaten. But occasionally brushes and tools were used as well, to vary the sensation. They had long disproved the effect of things like feathers.
His cock pulsed as he went though the database of the slaves being offered up this year, scrolling through the images the ship was able to pick up, placing check marks next to the most attractive ones. Their tribes would be blessed with better crops this year. He wonders where his security is at this time. Probably preparing the chambers. Hopefully, Ahsoka hadn’t cornered Zoey again. He would have to deal with that soon, if Artemis didn’t first. He smiled at Bastilla. “Prepare the beam. Bring them home.” He says smiling at her. “Lets see what the crop is like this year.”
He reaches over and gently squeezes Bastlila’s ass, just taking the time to enjoy the firm softness. He then looks around, a little annoyed. He pushes the com button. “Ello, where are you? We are preparing for teleportation of the new harem.” He shakes his head and looks at Bastilla. “She has a good viscous streak with the tickling but if she isn’t careful, I’ll order Artemis and Ahsoka to have a day long go at her armpits and feet.”
He moves to the controls panel and pushes the com. “Artemis, leave Ahsoka in charge and come to the teleportation chamber. Ello is busy and I require your mouth to pleasure me. Make sure whatever you are wearing leaves your feet and armpits exposed." He is so busy, he removes his penis from his robe like it is nothing, just letting it hang and wait for his guard to come do her duty.