Negous, the fearsome space pirate has been stabbed to death while on shore leave in a brothel of planet Aktarqua...
Inside the pirates' fleet, news of Negous's death spread at lightspeed. Back aboard the flagship
No Mercy
, Vichnaz, Negous's older lieutenant, made an official announcement.
"Comrades! Today is a sad day for the Hoard. As you may already know, Negous, Head of the Hoard, has died. Until his body is brought back to our homeworld and burnt according to our rites, there will be no shore leave. To honor his memory, lights will be dimmed in all ships and all crewmembers will wear a dark scarf. Pride to the Hoard!
"Pride to the Hoard!" the answer roared throughout the fleet.
Lights were dimmed, hatches were sealed and five pirate ships left Aktarqua's orbit.
**
Darkness was slowly crawling its way upon the northern valleys of Charchyza. Spread across the largest continent like a fan, the valleys nursed large plantations of alimentary products thus gaining their name of "Empire's Food Garden". Plantations were run by the same families that had settled on this world many centuries ago. Heads of these clans ruled their domains like little kings, exploiting the descendants of the settlers not lucky enough to arrive early enough to claim a piece of this agricultural treasure.
Bone was the only sibling of such a poor family. His ancestors had arrived 200 years before thus giving him a sort of respectability when the newcomers were treated like dirt. There were still newcomers although they had nothing to gain emigrating to Charchyza. The Clans needed more and more handwork and the local serfs were becoming reluctant to breed any more bound-to-slavery children.
Bone was his name and he was only named this because of the skinny figure that the less than wholesome meals he had had provided him. Despite his parents' sacrifices and the hard outside work, he never bore the muscles his father shown.
When it became obvious that Bone would never be as productive in the fields as any other serf, he was sent to the House of the Clan. Maybe there he would be of some use. It just so happened that one of the House maids had died from giving birth, allowing him to find his place among the House workers. Maybe it was his slenderness or his frail-looking traits that made him attractive to Lady Mykowitch, the spouse of Lord Mykowitch, head of Mykovitch Valley. He soon became her valet... and more than that.
Suddenly, Bone discovered there could be more to this life of toil he was entitled to. And sex was indeed a bonus. At first, Bone had been more than happy to be the Lady's pet. He had been cleaner than ever, dressed in clothes far better than his rugged ones. And he was enjoying more orgasms than he ever dreamed of.
Years passed. Despite the jealousy and competition raging among his fellow workers, Bone was still Lady Mykowitch's harem favorite. But herself was not Bone's favorite anymore. Gluttony of all kinds and aging had put their mark on her figure. Her breasts were not as perky, her ass was not as firm and the amount of make-up she put on her face made her less than attractive. Even Lord Mykovitch, who had made no mystery of having multiple lovers, had stopped honoring his wife. In time, Bone came to dread his encounters with Lady Mykovitch.
Weary was he when she gave him her not-so-secret hand signal meaning he was to meet her that night. And he no longer showed that anticipating hard-on he used to have when taking the stairs to her room.
He knocked.
"Come in," her voice greeted him.
There she was, on her bed, dressed in a nightgown that hardly hid her plump body.
"Come over here, buckaroo," she said opening her arms.
Bone felt paralyzed but conditioned by years of slavery, his body moved anyway. As he approached the bed, Lady Mykovitch held out her hand and grabbed Bone's genitals.
"Oh, my dear, not horny yet?" she asked with a wicked smile, "I will have to remedy this..."
Promptly, she drew his pants down, unveiling his flaccid cock, and engulfed him in her hungry mouth. She was sucking vividly, pulling him like she wanted to stretch his cock. Bone loved to be sucked and, closing his eyes, he was soon ready to action. Despite his frailness, nature has endowed him quite well, in a compensating sort of way. His cock was not very big but Lady Mykowitch needed both her hands to stroke all his length. That she was doing now that Bone's cock was almost rigid. He was moaning and enjoying her moves despite the many rings she wore.
"You like this, my young stud... I will have your male juice, you know..."
