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                              Nessa's Café

                                                   (c) 2004 Kari Alarus

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Chapter 1
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The brochure had promised seven fabulous days on Lerus 6!  So far it 
had delivered on six of them.

Wanda Fukhard and her friend Jeanie Popcherry had waited over a year to 
get here.  Wanda had won this holiday in a contest in her native city 
on the planet Artemia.  She'd earned top prize for draining more cock 
over ten grueling sexual athletic events than any other female during 
the annual Serenthian Fuck-a-thon.  As a respected attorney in the 
Serenthian Union of Planets, she normally shied away from these sorts 
of contests.  All that public cock-taming was beneath her dignity, or 
so she told herself, especially since the asteroid-raised humanoid 
males supplied for the events were little better than wild beasts.  But 
when the Fuck-a-thon celebrated its 100th anniversary by offering an 
all-expenses-paid vacation for two to the legendary Lerus 6 resort on 
the pleasure planet Venus XIV, she couldn't resist.  Neither could 
several thousand other females.

Ever since she was a young girl, she'd heard the stories.  Body-
temperature ocean waves breaking on pristine beaches with sands like 
powdered sugar.  Exotic, masterfully prepared cuisine exquisite enough 
to die for.  Wines and other elixirs divine enough to make your entire 
body sing.  Beds so cozy, it was like sleeping in the womb.  Cellular 
rejuvenation that actually made a female up to 50 years younger.  The 
best body artists in the entire galaxy!  Fabulous works of art that 
literally purified the soul and expanded the mind.  Unforgettable 
shopping experiences without parallel anywhere.  Every imaginable 
entertainment, from the galaxy's best performance and rendering 
artists.  Simulated full-immersion fantasy sex so realistic, that it 
should almost be illegal, which, in fact, in most parts of the galaxy, 
it was.

If what a girl craved was unavailable on Lerus 6, it wasn't available 
anywhere.  Of course, all this came with a heavy price.  For most 
mortals, the cost of even a single day at the resort was astronomical.  
But seven days!  Only the obscenely rich could afford that.  Just the 
2-day voyage there, riding coach on the star-jumper, was beyond the 
range of all but a few galactic female professionals.  Fortunately, the 
resort allowed young females to earn lodging and passage by working 
there.  But only the most beautiful or talented females were accepted.  
For the rest of female humanity, a vacation on Lerus 6 was something 
they could only dream about.

The cost of seven days on Lerus 6 easily exceeded what Wanda had earned 
over ten lucrative years in the legal field.  To get to go for free was 
something that she hadn't dare imagine, ever.  Better still, she and 
her companion would be traveling by luxury star-jumper, in first-class!  
Because of the extremely limited passenger space on these faster-than-
light vessels, this was a rare luxury reserved for only the richest of 
the rich.  As first-class passengers, their total pleasure and comfort 
were not only assured, they were guaranteed.  They would truly be 
treated like celestial royalty, since that's whom their eighteen other 
first-class cabin-mates would invariably be.  Naturally, Wanda selected 
her best friend, and oft-time lover, Jeanie as her expense-free 
companion.  

As first-class star-jumper passengers, they'd arrived at the resort 
totally refreshed and ready to play.  The first day there, the two took 
the recommended tour of the resort's erotic facilities, enjoyed a 
catered lunch from Anastacia's, lolled on the white sugar-sand beach, 
dined on fresh desert crab at Chez Endine, and danced until dawn at 
Club Regine.  That morning they made passionate love and slept like 
babies in their queen-sized womb-bed. 

The next five days were filled to the brim with all manner of exciting, 
sensual, and pleasurable activities.  One of the highlights for both 
females was bareback riding on actual Andrequues!  That was on day 
four!  Even though Wanda and Jeanie rode the beasts for less than two 
hours, they experienced so many mind-shattering orgasms, that neither 
could walk, or talk, for the rest of the day.

Andrequues were now among the rarest beasts in the galaxy.  Brutally 
hunted to near extinction by reptilian and humanoid males in the pre-
Matriarchal period (1000 Earth years [750 galactic years] ago), the few 
that remained bred freely in only three places in the entire galaxy.  
One was a huge protected preserve on their native planet, Beowulf.  The 
second was the Royal Rare-Species Preserve on New Regis.  The third and 
final place where Andrequues bred freely was on the blue plains of 
Venus XIV.  Scooping all the other on-planet resorts, Lerus 6 had an 
exclusive permit from the Galactic Council to capture and tame a 
limited number of the sentient beasts for pleasure riding.

What made the handsome, silken-haired, four-legged Andrequues so 
desirable for riding is that the males had a special appendage on their 
backs.  With its fore-skin peeled back, the appendage, known as a pro-
cock, resembled a humanoid penis.  The key difference was that it was 
thicker and longer than typical humanoid cocks, plus it had a clustered 
protrusion near its base.  The pro-cock from the right animal would be 
a perfect fit for a suitably prepared humanoid female.  Once impaled on 
the thing, a female would experience nearly continuous sexual 
stimulation, since in the right position, the clustered protrusion made 
direct contact with her clit.  The fact that a male Andrequues could 
ejaculate up to 20 times an hour, or 150 times a day, either through 
its primary cock or its pro-cock was hardly lost on its female fans.  
The best part of all was that the beasts were able to sing directly to 
the female libido, evoking deeply satisfying erotic images, and 
responses.


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Chapter 2
---------

"So, what should we do today, Wanda?" Jeanie Popcherry asked her 
friend.  "You know it's our last day here, and I want it to be the very 
best of all!"  

Jeanie was a short, blue-haired cutie with silver pupils, flawless 
copper skin, and firm, pretty titties the size of peaches.  Her friend, 
Wanda Fukhard, was a tall, powerfully built, bra-bursting female with 
iridescent mother-of-pearl skin, ebony eyes with gold pupils, and 
shoulder length tresses the colors of jade and copper.  Both were 
stunningly gorgeous women whose physical beauty transcended race and 
sub-species.

"Well," Wanda paused.  "_I'm_ going to get a full-body soak at Siroc 
after breakfast, then _we're_ heading to Nessa's Café for lunch." 

"Siroc?!!  You have an appointment at Siroc Salon?!!  Ooh, I am so 
fucking jealous!" shrieked Jeanie.  She was noticeably distraught.  
"You must have made your appointment ages ago!  Just six months ago, 
the waiting list got so darn long, that they stopped taking any more 
names.  For almost 3 months before that, I tried getting an appointment 
without any success at all," she moaned.  

"Well, a little planning does go a long way, sweetie," Wanda smirked, a 
smug grin crossing her face.  "Besides, Trudy, the salon's 
receptionist, says they've been making fewer appointments due to the 
recent shortage of Herculerian males.  Apparently, there've been some 
contract problems between the resort and some of its suppliers.  The 
word on street is that the Governing Council of Hercules Prime finally 
realized that their precious males were being stolen.  Consequently, 
the costs of extraction have gone sky high."   

"It's a real shame and a great loss to females everywhere," Wanda 
continued.  "Because I've heard that Herculerian semen is the richest, 
most emollient, most vitalizing cum that there is.  They say it makes 
your entire body feel absolutely divine.  It actually makes your skin 
as soft as a baby's.  And Siroc uses only the very freshest semen.  
They secure virgin teen males newly arrived from Hercules Prime - still 
wild, with their humongous ball sacs full to bursting with hyper-potent 
boy juice!  It's the exquisite nutrients from their native diet that 
makes their cum so special!  Plus the fact that Herculerian males 
ejaculate just once a year.  I've heard that it has something to do 
with their physiology.  Because their specially evolved balls can hold 
over a gallon of semen, it's quite spectacular (and rather painful) 
when they actually do cum!"

"Anyway, Siroc uses a secret technique that milks the fuckers 
completely bone-dry, right on the premises!  You can actually hear the 
agonized wails of the poor fucks as their monstrous balls contract, 
right while you wait!  At Siroc, they fill your tub with the stuff - 
still warm, thick, and frothy - mere seconds before lowering you into 
it.  They must go through several dozen males just to serve a single 
client!  My guess is that the salon uses one of the [galaxy's] banned 
forced ejaculation methods.  But no one can prove it, since they never 
let anyone watch."

"Ohmigod!  You don't mean the ones that milk a male so violently that 
he usually expires, do you?" Jeanie gasped. 

"Something like that; but I'll never tell," her friend replied.  "And 
neither will you!"

"Hmm!  I'd never do it anyway.  How could you even think that, Wanda?" 
Jeanie pouted.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  Okay?" Wanda said, trying to appease her friend. "It's 
just that I've been waiting for well over a year for this!  I guess I'm 
a little anxious!"

"Well I can certainly understand that!  Cum soaks at Siroc are the envy 
of females throughout the galaxy!  Damn, I sure wish it were I who was 
going!" Jeanie replied enviously, before pausing to take some deep 
breaths.  "At least, we have reservations at Nessa's.  Don't we?"

"What do you think, girl?!" Wanda replied.  "You, of all people, should 
know how much I enjoy dining there!"

"Yeah, and I'll bet my ass it's not the menu that's making you cream 
right now, you slut," Jeanie chuckled.

"If you must know, the café's special today is braised Rojan, with 
Lasatian Tor butter.  You know that nobody prepares Rohan like 
Nessa's," Wanda countered.  "And served with their melted Tor butter, 
it's so good, that it actually makes your pussy water!"

"Oh God, don't even remind me!" Jeanie said, licking her lips and 
fingering her crotch.  "The last time I had Rohan, I came four times!  
They had to carry me out of the restaurant, my legs got so weak.  
Ahhhh!"  For several seconds Jeanie is lost in the erotic memory of it 
all.  Regaining her composure, she added,  "I am definitely going to 
enjoy that."


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Chapter 3
---------

Of course, men were also welcome guests in Nessa's Café, but only so 
long as they "behaved".  

Basically, that meant no violence or sexual harassment of any kind.  
Without exception, it precluded hitting, yelling, swearing, or any 
evidence of anger.  It also precluded any fondling, touching, or rude 
comments or gestures.  Gawking, leering, and drooling were also big no-
no's.  And, worst of all, prolonged erections were expressly forbidden.  
Naturally, any masturbation or even touching oneself was absolutely out 
of the question for any male.  The restrictive rules were there, 
ostensibly, to protect the café's "delicate" female patrons.  

Unfortunately for the few male guests allowed in the restaurant, the 
great majority of the café's "delicate" patrons seemed to display a 
strong penchant for extremely vicious cock-teasing.

For some reason, Nessa's predominant customers were drop-dead gorgeous 
females.  At a typical sitting, nearly 50 stunning females from all 
human-inhabited parts of the galaxy could be found in lively 
conversation and camaraderie with each other at the café's ingeniously 
shaped tables.  Almost every aspect of the café was designed to please 
discerning female tastes - the sumptuous wall d,cor, the exquisite 
table settings, the heated wood floors, the luxuriant jungle of trees, 
ferns, and flowering bushes, the sun streaming in from the full-roof 
skylight, the slow erotic music, and, most of all, the absolutely 
heavenly cuisine!

So why would males dine there?  For one, Nessa's served some of the 
best cuisine in the galaxy.  Two, it was the only restaurant on the 
entire resort willing to serve them.  The third reason males dined 
there was that they were forcibly sent. 

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"Damn, I didn't make the cut today!"  Brulo cursed to his work buddy.  

"You know what that means," Mejax said.  "It's lottery time for you, 
bud.  I really don't envy you at all."

Brulo was a hulking male with grayish-green eyes, and a short mane of 
striped brown hair as fine as cat fur.  His arms had grown as massive 
as boabab limbs from years of swinging hammers against stone.  His 
powerful legs were size of oak tree trunks.  But it was his three-foot 
fur-covered tail that was his most impressive feature.

"Do you think the stories are true?" Brulo asked of his friend, "That 
no guy ever returns 'intact' from these lunches?"

"Well, I've been locked up here for ten years, and I've yet to see any 
guy who was sent over there ever return back to his old job," Mejax 
replied.  "Seems like they always get reassigned to some other part of 
the planet.  Then you never ever hear from 'em again.  It's gotta make 
you wonder."

Brulo shivered.  "Well, I just hope that I'm not one of the guys 
chosen.  And, just between you and me, Mejax, if I do survive this damn 
lottery, I'm sure not gonna ever slack on my duties again."

"Sounds like good advice to me, buddy," Mejax said.  "Oh, and by the 
way, good luck."

"Thanks, I'll sure need it," Brulo replied.


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Chapter 4
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For any males unlucky enough to be shipped there, Lerus 6 was little 
better than prison.  Of course, for females, it was a different story 
entirely.

Lerus 6 was a resort exclusively for females - very select humanoid 
females.  Females from nearly every planet across the galaxy were 
pampered here in every imaginable way.  They were fed the most 
exquisite food and intoxicants.  They were bathed, massaged, and 
perfumed with the rarest exotic oils, fluids, and fragrances.  An 
unparalleled selection of the galaxy's most exclusive bodywear and 
accessories was available duty-free in the resort's boutiques.  Females 
could ride some of the most powerful and most orgasm-inducing saddle 
animals in the galaxy.  They could attend classes in culinary magic, 
sensual music, erotic sculpture, ultimate orgasms, sexual domination, 
and male-crippling defensive arts.  Erotic entertainments for female 
tastes, both virtual and in the flesh, were a resort specialty.  Guests 
were able to virtually indulge any sexual fantasy that they could 
imagine.  As for body and soul, supreme master mind-body practitioners 
were on hand to heal guests of nearly every possible illness, ailment, 
phobia, or psychosis.  Guests could even have their physical appearance 
transformed by some of the most skilled transgenetic surgeons and body 
artists alive.  

To preserve its uncontested reputation as the galaxy's most exclusive 
destination, Lerus 6 maintained stratospherically high admission 
standards.  Only women of exceptional beauty, talent, or accomplishment 
were allowed entry.  Mere wealth or power was not enough.  The result 
was a rare concentration of some of the most desirable females in the 
entire galaxy.

The resort was owned, operated, and staffed entirely by females.  The 
performers, instructors, and physical specialists were all female.  
Even resort security was performed by females.  The most physically 
intimidating Amazon warriors to be found were recruited from throughout 
the galaxy in order to secure the safety of the resort's guests.

Whether bred locally or "inducted" for service from the far reaches of 
the cosmos, males were prisoners here.  They lived in barracks, endured 
strict military discipline, and ate bland, chemically engineered gruel.  
The cold, bitter, and tasteless slop supplied just enough nutrition to 
keep them healthy.  

Males performed all the menial labor on Lerus 6.  They cooked, cleaned, 
and washed.  They dug ditches, cleared sewers, moved rock, and laid 
roads.  They tilled the land and harvested the crops.  They raised and 
demolished buildings.  Males were harnessed into great teams to haul 
heavy loads and move massive structures.  Any work too boring, 
distasteful, or hazardous for civilized females was assigned to males.  
Even the personal servants loaned to the resort's pampered guests were 
either eunuchs or castrati.

Punishment for males guilty of theft, defiance, sabotage, or laziness 
was swift and severe.  Depending upon the severity of the offence, 
perpetrators were either maimed, castrated, or terminated.

To keep them under control in the presence of female guests, all males 
at Lerus 6 were surgically fitted with hormone-restrictors.  These were 
bio-electrical devices worn around the neck that controlled the release 
of key hormones and neurotransmitters.  They kept the males docile and 
cooperative.  Yet, the clever devices left them strong enough for 
strenuous work and clear-headed enough to solve the difficult problems 
that frequently complicated their assignments.  

Of course, there were side effects.  For one, the devices dramatically 
heightened the male sex drive.  Yet, they also suppressed the male 
compulsion to force himself upon a female.  Naturally, this kept the 
males on Lerus 6 extremely sexually frustrated.  

The captive males' only authorized sexual release was masturbation, and 
that was only allowed for forty minutes a week.  Twice each week, for 
twenty minutes a pop, males were permitted to go into the worker's 
spunk chamber to relieve themselves.  The sole caveat was that they had 
to ejaculate into chilled vacuum bottles.  The bottles kept their 
precious sperm both vital and alive.  This was for the exclusive 
pleasure of the resort's guests, who put it to various uses, including 
as an erotic aperitif or as one of the finest emollients available.  

Males whose cum blasts missed the bottle were brutally punished.  They 
typically got "volunteered" as crunch targets in the well-attended 
ball-busting classes offered to the resort's guests.  Sadly, most of 
these "volunteers" ended up as castrati, no longer of decent sexual use 
to any female.

At all other times, males were physically constrained from 
masturbating.  Upon arrival, all males were fitted with ingeniously 
crafted chastity belts.  The belts let them pee and defecate without 
any need to touch their cocks or balls.  

Other than in the spunk chamber, there were only four other instances 
when males were allowed out of their chastity belts.  One, was while 
they were performed sexual favors for resort guests.  Females who 
desired this service selected their vacation lovers from an interactive 
menu.  Males selected were obliged under pain of castration to 
gleefully deliver whatever the female requested.  The second instance 
when males were freed of their belts was while they were guests of 
Nessa's Café.  Unfortunately, as will be seen, this proved to be more 
often a curse than a blessing.  The third instance was while they were 
designated participants in any arena or festival sporting event.  The 
fourth instance was when males retired to the Male Village.  

After 20 years of certified service, males were eligible for a pension.  
It was enough to enable them to live as free individuals in the Male 
Village.  The Male Village was a self-sufficient, comfortably livable 
compound, carved out of the surrounding hostile landscape almost a 
century ago.  It was located on the far side of Venus XIV in a remote, 
virtually inaccessible region of forbidding terrain and homo-toxic 
carnivorous vegetation.  Elaborate defenses surrounding the compound 
prevented all but the most determined attempts at escape.  Plus, the 
village was remote enough from the planet's other inhabited areas, that 
incursion upon any female enclave was virtually impossible.


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Chapter 5
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Purely by chance did a male earn the "privilege" of dining in Nessa's 
Café.  Any male maintaining less than adequate work performance was 
automatically entered into the daily dining lottery.  Each day there 
were six winners.  Each winner had the choice of lunch or dinner.  
Lunch was by far the most popular option, since those choosing lunch 
could take the rest of the afternoon off once they returned.  Winners 
were highly motivated to accept their award, since the alternative was 
immediate involuntary castration.

The resort's very best male workers, being far too valuable, were 
spared from the lottery.  Instead, they enjoyed a daily buffet of 
leftover food donated by several of the resort's restaurants.  The 
day's top-performing worker, though, earned an extra special bonus.  He 
was treated to an exquisite meal from Nessa's "room-service" menu.  The 
meal was served in a private, highly-secure dining room on the edge of 
the men's barracks.  Accompanying the meal were two females - one of 
the Café's stunning serving maids and an Amazon security guard.  Any 
extra services that the serving maid was willing to render, subject to 
the approval of the security guard, were totally gratis.

Those males whose work performance was unacceptable, however, were 
entered into a different daily lottery - one with rather dire 
consequences.  Eight randomly selected "winners" were entered as 
sparring opponents in the resort's ongoing Amazon ranking trials.

Rather than pitting them against each other, the inhumanly powerful 
Amazon guards of the Lerus 6 security force earned relative rankings by 
brutally battering "volunteered" males in unarmed combat in an open 
arena.  To the Amazons, these ranking trials were a big deal indeed.  
They determined each guard's pay and privileges.  For each ten-minute 
bout, a panel of five females awarded points based upon the 
aggressiveness, power, and health of the selected male opponent, 
combined with the degree of damage inflicted upon him, the power of the 
attack, and the finesse exhibited therein by the Amazon contestant.  To 
discourage quick kills, the death of a male opponent before the 
signaled end of the match resulted in the loss of 75% of the points 
earned by the Amazon victor.  And, stars forbid, any Amazon who lost 
her contest was deprived of pay and privileges for an entire ranking 
cycle - approximately two weeks.  Needless to say, only a handful of 
male volunteers had ever ended up victorious.  And when they had, they 
usually ended up mysteriously "missing" several days later.


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Chapter 6
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Today there were six males who'd earned the "honor" of dining at the 
café.  Entering via a side entrance, they were ushered by eunuch 
attendants into a small chamber.  There, their chastity belts were 
removed and their bodies were bathed and powdered.  Finally they were 
clothed in loose silk robes that blatantly exposed their cocks, without 
the protection of any underwear.  Once the males were suitably 
prepared, they were ushered into the main dining area.  

Male diners at Nessa's Café could linger and eat as much as they liked, 
so long as they broke none of the rules.  As was mentioned before, 
erections were tolerated, since, in the highly sexed atmosphere of the 
café, they were inevitable.  But if any male's erection persisted too 
long, more than ten minutes, it was taken as an affront - a serious 
sign of disrespect to the females present.  [Actually, any female able 
to induce a such a rock-hard cock response felt pretty pleased with 
herself, though she would hardly admit that to any male present.]  

Upon the commission of any infraction, Amazon security would be 
summoned.  The offending male's hands would be bound behind his back, 
and he would be gagged into silence.  The Amazons would force him onto 
a special raised dais in the center of the room, where he would await 
sentencing by a "jury" of three randomly selected café guests.  Certain 
guidelines had to be followed, though.  For example, the minimum 
sentence allowed were swift kicks in the nuts from each member of the 
jury.  The maximum sentence was "martial correction" by a team of 
Amazon security guards.  Though, whatever the sentence, it needed to be 
both painful and degrading.  After the sentence was carried out, the 
café's guests were free to do as they pleased with the offender, as 
long he was neither killed nor fatally injured.  

At the jaw-dropping spectacle of so much prime exposed female flesh, 
not to mention an excess of juicy bald pussies, the six male diners 
became instantly harder than stone upon entering the dining room.  Each 
realized at once that he was in dire mortal peril.  

Wanda Fukhard took it upon herself to make the first move.  She quickly 
chose her victim - a raven-haired purple-skinned male with a 26cm (just 
over 12 inches) cock.  The male, Tran, desperately tried to think about 
something, anything, that would cause his raging bone to wither.  Yet, 
nothing, not even the image of his grandmother's decayed corpse being 
devoured by maggots could bring him any relief.  

Squeezed into a skin-tight ivory-colored micro-sheath that ended just 
above her smooth-shaved pubes, her pendulous breasts jiggling lewdly in 
the low-cut garment, Wanda Fukhard was clearly dressed to drain cock, 
and plenty of it.  Her long, bare, gently muscled legs were displayed 
to cock-stretching advantage in cream-colored spike-heels.  Her gold 
pussy ring gleamed sensuously in the filtered sunlight as she strode 
closer to Tran.

Unfortunately for Tran, he found Wanda deeply arousing.  And the wicked 
vixen sensed exactly how intensely turned on he'd become.

"My oh my!  So much steel-hard man-meat!" she declared, licking her 
lips as she eyed Tran's fiercely twitching monster.  "Well, we can't 
let that go to waste, can we!"

"Please spare me miss, I didn't mean to be so disrespectful," Tran 
pleaded, praying fervently for his erection to wither.  

"Oh really!" Wanda replied.  "Well why is your thing bobbing up and 
down so violently?  It really looks like it might explode any second.  
Have you no control at all?  Perhaps, this will help you to relax."  
Wanda then proceeded to raise her right leg onto a nearby table.  Her 
fat pussy was in full view of the hapless Tran, and it literally 
dribbled with juice.  With her extended leg so lewdly displayed on the 
table, Wanda spread her dripping cunt lips apart, slipping two fingers 
deep inside her slot as she did so.

Of course, this had the exact opposite effect on Tran.  His cock jerked 
forcibly upwards, striking, then bouncing off of the male's rock-hard 
eight-pack abdomen.

"Oops, that didn't relax you at all, did it?" Wanda teased.  "Hmm, 
sweetie.  You only have another couple of minutes, before you are in 
violation of the house rules."  "Things don't look too good for you, do 
they?" she laughed.

Despite his formidable reputation as a mountain of muscle who stuck 
fear and awe in the hearts of other males, mighty Tran whimpered like a 
child in the face of that statement, especially being in the café.  He 
knew that his fate was all but sealed.

"Well I can't wait that long.  I'll have to take matters into my own 
hands," she said.  Wanda Fukhard wasted no time at all.  She strode 
right up to Tran, grabbed his hard cock in her soft hot hands, and 
rammed it right up her sopping slot.  For Tran, that was an instant 
rule violation!

"Imagine the cheek of this disgusting creature publicly violating my 
helpless pussy like that!" Wanda shrieked.  "Especially in this sacred 
epicurean sanctuary for females!"

Amazon security snapped to attention, and surrounded the offender 
immediately.  But Wanda waived them away.  She wasn't quite yet done 
with Tran.

Tran tried to pull out, but Wanda grabbed him tightly about the waist.  
Then she rammed her streaming pussy even harder onto Tran's throbbing 
spear.  Next, she rocked her pelvis slowly back and forth over his 
captive cock.  Her fuck rhythm increased as her arousal grew.  She was 
literally rattling her victim as she repeatedly slammed her stuffed 
love box into Tran's groin.  As she entered the throes of orgasm, her 
incomparable cunt muscles, the ones that had earned her this vacation, 
squeezed Tran's turgid tool like a vise.   

Tran closed his eyes and gasped.  Instantly, he started blasting wads 
of the richest royal blue cock-cream into Wanda's slick tight fuck box.  
Tran realized that in that moment, his life, as he knew it, was 
finished.

"Security, I'm being assaulted!  Where the hell are you!!" Wanda 
yelled, barely suppressing her distaste.  Yet, besides the torrent of 
spunk blasting from his balls, Tran had not moved a muscle to defend 
himself.  By the archaic laws of men he was innocent, but those ancient 
patriarchal laws clearly didn't apply here.

Instantly, Amazon security was at Wanda's side, but she quickly waved 
them away, again.  She was still not quite ready to relinquish her 
victim.

"This vile excuse for life disrespects me with his disgusting swollen 
meat stick, then uses it to pollute me with his toxic seed.  What in 
the galaxy makes these creatures behave so rudely?" Wanda grunted, as 
she squeezed another copious blast of blue cum from Tran.  Over a mere 
five minutes, her thirsty cunt had drained the once mighty Tran of 
nearly a quart of cum and nearly all of his precious life-force.  
Finally finished, she let Tran's lifeless cock slip out of her still 
hungry twat.  Tran was so debilitated that he crumpled to the floor. 

"Security, come get this vile wretch!" she screamed.

Shaking their heads both in awe and amazement, Amazon security 
proceeded to drag the poor fucker onto the dias for sentencing.  In his 
condition, no one expected him to survive the sentence.

Wanda's sole regret was that most of Tran's cum was wasted on the 
floor.  "Damn fucker couldn't control himself!" she scowled to herself.  

"Just look at what he did to my dress!" she yelled at the other male 
diners.  A blue stain had begun to creep up the front of her ultra-sexy 
highly obscene garment.  The five remaining males trembled with terror, 
even as their treacherous cocks throbbed with intense arousal from the 
nasty little scene they'd all just witnessed.

The lewd coupling had so aroused one of the males, a big blonde one 
named Zink, that he'd started to stroke himself.  

Wanda turned upon him with the speed of a viper.  "Oh poor baby can't 
hold his seed!  You pathetic excuse for life!" she taunted.  

With no warning whatsoever, she swung her leg back and delivered a 
killing blow from the tip of her shoe square into the center of Zink's 
dangling cluster.  An eerie scream issued from Zink's throat just 
before he crumpled to the floor, madly clutching his crippled nuts.

Amazon security quickly and brutally dealt with him.

Still horny, Wanda Fukhard grabbed another one of the male diners.  
This time it was a strapping gold-skinned redhead with a heavily veined 
42 cm cock as thick as a coke can.  With Amazon security close behind, 
Wanda dragged him by his still stiff staff into a Plexiglas viewing 
booth to finish him off at her leisure.   

The three remaining males were at their wits end.  Each desperately 
sought to close his eyes while praying for a rapid seat assignment.  
But even this defense was forbidden.  Neither was any male allowed to 
look down at the floor.  A male's only allowable chance of avoiding a 
charge of  "sexual harassment" was to focus on the d,cor.  
Unfortunately, even that was purposely designed to arouse their 
libidos.  Covering the gold-paneled walls were sensuously-rendered oils 
of incredibly erotic naked women lewdly coupling with each other in all 
the positions of the Kama Sutra.  

Unfortunately, the males were now being distracted by the café's 
stunning serving staff.  

Nessa's servers were some of the most gorgeous young females on the 
planet.  Each was gifted with firm natural breasts and an awesomely 
curvaceous body.  On the job, they were clad only in the tiniest silver 
aprons.  Since it was forbidden for a male to ignore any woman speaking 
to him, the three remaining males were forced to acknowledge the 
serving girls, all of whom vigorous clamored for their attentions.  

The diabolical young wenches were constantly bending over in full sight 
of the males, ostensibly to pick up serving utensils that never seemed 
to stay on their trays.  Whether from practice or otherwise, the girls' 
fat pussy lips always seemed to beckoningly gape wide-open every time 
they bent over.  The effect on the remaining males was utterly 
devastating.  

"From the looks of them, I don't think a single one is going to survive 
until the seating assignment," one particularly busty serving girl 
giggled to her friend.  "Watch this," she said.

With that, she bent over and pulled her plump pussy lips completely 
apart.  While still upside down, she smiled directly at the three 
males, asking each one if he thought her pussy was too fat.  

The sight of this awesomely sexy girl with an impossibly slender waist 
and melon-sized tits that dangled like pendulums, her luscious cunt 
wide open for penetration, was too much for two of the remaining male 
guests.  Involuntarily, as if hypnotized, they moved their hands to pat 
down the incandescent lust violently inflaming their throbbing organs.  
That was it for them.

Seemingly from nowhere, four Amazon security guards arrived to escort 
the poor fucks to the basement, where they would, undoubtedly, perish.

The two would be taken downstairs to the "play chamber" where they 
would be brutally punished for their transgressions by utensil-wielding 
Amazon "correctors".  All female diners were invited to watch, and even 
participate in, the ensuing degradation.  Although the main activity 
was employing the most creative ways to pulverize a male's gonads, 
absolutely nothing was off-limits.  

After having his nuts permanently mangled by knee lifts, power kicks, 
foot stomps, and blows from heavy utensils, the hapless male was forced 
to tongue-clean the asses of any, or often all, of the female guests 
present.  He might also be forced to bend over and be repeatedly butt-
fucked by females wearing monster strap-on dildos.  And of course, none 
of these "play" sessions could be called complete without abusing the 
male's mouth as a human toilet for any female who wished to relieve 
herself.  If the Amazon correctors were especially randy, they might 
then hose off the male with cold water, anchor him in place, then use 
him as a martial arts dummy.

When the correctors were done destroying the offender, unless he was 
too severely injured to return to work, his lifeless carcass would be 
dragged back to the barracks.  Otherwise, he was quickly terminated and 
disposed of.  


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Chapter 7
---------

Only one male was left, and he was in quite a state.  His name was 
Brulo, and he was so aroused that the slightest touch would surely set 
him off.  

"You vile nasty creatures!  How dare you publicly parade your 
disgusting organs in our chaste domain!" railed a knock-out blonde 
sitting with her legs crossed in a most unladylike way.  "Yes, I'm 
talking to you, cat man!" she declared to the sole male left.  

Her name was Siria.  She was simply magnificent.  

Large radiant green eyes with gold flecks.  Lustrous golden hair that 
cascaded the full length of her back.  Sensuous mouth with full lips.  
Heart-shaped face with a flawless ebony complexion.  Firm cantaloupe-
sized breasts that virtually burst out of a low-cut skin-tight emerald 
green dress slit up the side all the way to her impossibly narrow 
waist.  Long, impressively muscled legs, shown to devastating advantage 
by that marvelous dress.  Cream-colored open-toed high-heeled sandals 
that highlighted the most beautiful feet in the room.

Brulo's eyes rolled back in his head at the cock-stirring sight of 
Siria's fully exposed pussy in such an exquisite garment.  His 
admirable 26-cm cock was already leaking copious pre-cum.  Since his 
cock had been hard, actually beyond hard, for well over ten minutes, 
Brulo was now clearly in violation of the café's rules.  

Assuming that Brulo's fate was sealed, the café's patrons now amused 
themselves by plotting to degrade this fucker in the most obscene 
fashion imaginable.  First, they had security tie Brulo's massive arms 
behind his back so that he wouldn't be able spill his seed prematurely.  
Next they forced him into a chair and had his feet secured, so that he 
couldn't go anywhere.

But soon, everyone in the café could taste Brulo's desire for Siria.  
It was a potent swirling current that filled the room; and it drove the 
females, already highly aroused from the previous festivities, 
absolutely wild.  

One after the other lined up to impale herself on Brulo's impossibly 
stiff member.  Each female writhed in agony and ecstasy hopelessly 
trying to swallow the monstrous member with her twat, while the rest of 
the room cheered her on.  Brulo groaned feverishly and his hips bucked 
mightily as he fought to stem the flow of man sap from his bloated 
balls.  Juices splashing wildly out her stuffed cunt, the impaled 
female would writhe through two or three orgasms, before another would 
pull her off and take her place.  It was a dance of desire, the like of 
which the café had not seen for ages.

A few of the females had begun to play with Brulo's snapping tail.  
While two females held it still, a third proceeded to slowly feed it 
into her cunt.  She shrieked with pleasure as the warm furry tip 
continued to flick wildly inside her love box.  His second sensitive 
appendage now being stimulated, a growl of lust escaped from Bruno that 
sent erotic vibrations through everyone present.  This made the females 
even crazier.

When they weren't fingering themselves as they watched the torrid 
action or fucking each other, the café's guests were busy ordering and 
eating.  The serving girls had their hands full running back and forth 
from the kitchen with trays heaped with fragrant Vrill and savory Rohan 
or flask upon flask of incomparable Venusian wine and the rarest herbal 
elixirs from across the galaxy.  Even so, a couple of servers still 
found time to engage in short rapturous interludes, grinding their hot 
wet pussies together in a sinuous dance keyed to the slow erotic rhythm 
of the lust-inducing music now playing in the foreground.

Although now the center of the action, the Brulo-induced orgy was by no 
means the only game going on.  In the Plexiglas booth, Wanda Fukhard 
was doing unthinkable things to her red-haired, gold skinned victim.  

Already Wanda had either fucked or sucked him through seven spectacular 
ejaculations.  Each time he'd climax, a piercing scream would issue 
from him as his golden seed gushed messily out of Wanda's stuffed love 
box and splashed against the clear booth walls.  Although the beast had 
long ceased being horny, Wanda kept him hard by wickedly forcing a 
finger or two up his anus directly into his prostate.  Every time she 
entered orgasm, which seemed to be almost continuously, Wanda's 
powerful thighs mightily squeezed her victim's pelvis.  Soon, everyone 
heard the piercing wails of the male's agony as his overstressed pelvic 
bones started to shatter.  And still Wanda kept his cock hard.

When he eventually passed out from fluid exhaustion and the searing 
pain, Wanda had to reluctantly dismount her involuntary steed.  
Forcefully tearing themselves away from the smoking action, several 
Amazon security guards dragged his lifeless carcass down to the 
basement for subsequent "punishment".  By this time, of course, none of 
the café's guests was the least bit interested in the judging anyone on 
the upstairs dais.

Exhausted but radiant, Wanda, accompanied by a large band of admirers, 
returned to join the Brulo-induced orgy, already in progress.

When the last willing female shakily dismounted from Brulo's still 
turgid member, the entire café broke into applause.  Amazingly, despite 
all provocation, this male had resisted the urge to cum.  That, in 
itself, earned him a pardon from any punishment.  And on top of that, 
it had earned Brulo the right to sit and eat his fill of the café's 
unparalleled cuisine.

The only downside was that several of the patrons had started a bidding 
war for Brulo's tail.  With Amazon security guarding the exits, Brulo 
sadly realized that he wouldn't be allowed to leave without giving that 
up.


---------
Chapter 8
---------

Back in their room after an unforgettable afternoon at Nessa's, Wanda 
and Jeanie were getting ready to do some final errands before packing 
up.

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda!" Jeanie exclaimed, a bit awestruck, "I simply 
couldn't believe you in there."

"Yeah, I did get kind of worked up, didn't I?" Wanda admitted, her 
cheeks burning.  "I just hadn't realized how horny I'd been for some 
really exotic cock until I saw, those gorgeous fuckers in the café."

"Well you definitely outdid yourself," Jeanie added.  "The café was so 
impressed, that they even gave you a certificate book good for a year 
of free dinners at their sister restaurant on Artemia!"

"Yeah, well that last fucker really brought out the slut in me," Wanda 
admitted, abruptly turning her face.

"Ohmigod!  You're blushing!" Jeanie exclaimed.  "Now that's something I 
thought I'd never see, especially from you."

"I'm not blushing, you hear!" Wanda snapped.  "And don't you dare tell 
anyone else that I was, Jeanie."  She looked fiercely at her friend for 
a few seconds for emphasis, then she added, "But he really was 
something, don't you think?"

"Listen, Wanda, I nearly creamed myself when you power-fucked that 
first creature," Jeanie said.  "I'd thought that was incredibly 
impressive.  But what you did to that red-headed hunk was simply the 
stuff of legend.  God, just the size of his organ got me soaking wet!  
I must have fingered myself to seven climaxes during your little 
'demonstration'.  I barely had anything left for the Rohan, which was 
actually quite delicious."

"Alright already! Enough!" Wanda blushed.  "We can talk about this 
later, okay?  For now, I just want to do some serious shopping to wrap 
up what has been a simply awesome vacation."

"Shopping!" Jeanie declared.  "Well, why the heck didn't you say so?  
Last one out the door buys the first gift!"


End
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