Chapter 1: Parade of the Anal Subs
The air in the parade grounds tasted like a storm had just broken over a scrapyard—ozone and hot metal and something else, something organic and musky that coated the back of Anya’s throat. The obsidian platform beneath her knees was unforgiving, sending jolts of cold through her bones. Her thighs were already spread wide, the position enforced by the stiff, unforgiving thong Xorgon had snapped around her hips an hour ago. The rough fabric sawed at the tender, overstretched skin around her anus with every slight shift of her body, a constant reminder of the emptiness there, the sore, gaping feeling his training had left.
She kept her eyes on the ground, on the intricate cracks in the stone, tracing them like maps to nowhere. The braid of her red hair was a heavy rope down her spine, another thing he could grab.
“Eyes forward, sub-072.” Xorgon’s voice was low, a vibration she felt more than heard. He stood behind her, a wall of cool blue shadow. The bioluminescent patterns along his limbs pulsed with a slow, patient rhythm, like a waiting heart. One of his lower tentacles, slick and muscular, stroked lazily up the back of her thigh. “The presentation begins.”
Above them, with a sharp electric hum, the massive viewing screen flickered to life. Anya’s own image filled it, grotesquely magnified. She saw the pale canvas of her back, the freckles standing out like specks of dirt, the angry red lines from yesterday’s cane still visible. The camera angle dropped, cruelly, and there was her ass, offered up on the platter of the screen for the entire parade ground to see. The cheeks were a uniform, hot pink, glowing from the systematic spanking the alien device had delivered during the march here—a pulsing, ringed thing that had bobbed behind her, smacking her with timed, stinging precision. But the center of the image, the focus, was the dark, puffy rose of her anus, swollen and held slightly open, glistening with the thin, clear lubricant Xorgon preferred. It looked used. It looked ruined.
A wave of heat that had nothing to do with shame washed over her. Her clit gave a traitorous, hard throb.
“Ah, the Terran specimen.” A new voice, grating and old, came from the screen’s speakers. Overseer Zuvok’s gray-green, horned visage appeared in a side panel, his single black eye scrutinizing her magnified form. “The texture appears… fragile. Prone to tearing.”
“Resilience has been engineered, Overseer,” Xorgon replied, his tone as smooth as polished glass. A second tentacle joined the first, their tips circling the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, avoiding, for now, the place she ached. “The weakness is superficial. The underlying musculature accepts profound depth.”
“Verify.”
On screen, a long, slender probe extruded from the console Zuvok operated. It was cool-looking, metallic. It touched the screen, and Anya gasped as she felt the corresponding pressure—not directly, but through the thong’s feedback nodes—a blunt, insistent nudge against her sorest part. It wasn’t inside. It was testing the give.
“Please,” she whispered, the word escaping before she could choke it back.
Xorgon’s hand, one of the upper ones, fisted in her braid and tugged, just shy of painful. “The correct address, 072.”
The probe pressed harder. The stretched rim burned. “Thank you, Master Xorgon,” she forced out, her voice cracking.
“Louder. They must hear your gratitude.”
The probe tapped, twice, a mocking little beat against her entrance. She squeezed her eyes shut. “THANK YOU, MASTER XORGON!”
The pressure vanished. On screen, Zuvok grunted, a sound of mild approval. “Sufficient aperture. Proceed to live demonstration.”
The tentacles at her thighs finally moved. One slid upwards, the sucker-like nodes along its length catching and dragging on her skin, until its tip found the slick, swollen knot of her clit. It settled there, vibrating at a low, insidious frequency. The other tentacle pressed flat against her left buttock, then pinched, hard, a sharp, bright pain that made her jolt.
“Posture,” Xorgon murmured. “You are sagging. You represent my work.”
She straightened her spine, which made the thong bite deeper. The twin sensations—the deep, building buzz between her legs and the sharp, cyclical pinch of her cheek—short-circuited her thoughts. On the screen, she watched herself react, saw the minute tremble in her thighs, the flush spreading down her neck.
Another submissive was paraded into the viewing frame next to hers. Kaela. Her iridescent purple skin shone under the lights, her own markings elegant and severe. Her large black eyes met Anya’s in the reflected screen for a fleeting second. There was no smile. Just a look of profound, exhausted understanding. Then Kaela’s master, a sleek being with chitinous plates, commanded her to bend, and the gaze was broken.
“Focus,” Xorgon said. His upper hand left her hair and one long, blue finger traced the line of her jaw. It was almost a caress. “The demonstration is not for your pleasure. It is a measurement of control. My control. Over every tremor, every gasp, every drop of slickness your human body produces. You will come when I permit it. You will scream when I require it. Your body is my instrument. I am merely tuning it.”
His finger dipped lower, stroThe collar bit into her throat as Xorgon dragged her across the obsidian platform.
Anya’s bare feet slapped against the cold stone, her ankles raw from the shackles. The thong he’d snapped around her hips felt like a fiberglass wire wedged between her cheeks. Every step sent a fresh spike of agony through her already stretched, violated hole. She could feel the rough fabric grating against torn tissue, could feel the slick evidence of his training weeping from her on each staggered step. The air was thick with ozone and the greasy musk of a dozen alien species. Their eyes were on her.
Of course they were.
“You’re dragging your feet, pet.” Xorgon’s voice rolled across her skull like gravel wrapped in velvet. He didn’t look back. He didn’t need to. One of his powerful lower tentacles coiled around her waist, squeezed once in warning, and propelled her forward with a single, casual shove.
She stumbled, caught herself, and bit down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out.
Fuck him. Fuck this planet. Fuck everyone staring at her sweat-sheened skin and the vivid red marks blooming across her thighs and ass cheeks. But the taste of blood in her mouth was familiar. It reminded her she was still there, still alive, still herself even as her body was molded into something unrecognizable. She lifted her chin. The braid bounced against her spine.
Ahead, the Parade Grounds opened up like a wound split open across the city’s core. Thousands of beings lined both sides of the blackened pathway. Nylan, with their triple pupils and clicking mandibles. Verathi, broad and scaled, their tongues flicking at the air to taste her scent. Smaller creatures, insectoid and hunched, chittering to each other, pointing with segmented claws. A few of the soldiers sneered, their breath pluming in the cold, recycled air. Others watched with dark, hungry eyes, their elongated fingers drumming on their weapon belts as if counting seconds.
She was meant to be humiliated here. Made small. The whole point was spectacle.
Tough shit for them. She’d been small before. She’d survived worse. At least, that’s what she told herself as the muscles in her ass clenched involuntarily and a ripple of sharp pain lanced up her spine.
“She has strong legs,” someone in the crowd observed, the translation clicking into her brain through the implant behind her ear.
“Compare tomorrow,” another replied. “She’s a red-ache if I’ve ever seen one.”
She didn’t want to know what a red-ache was. She just kept putting one foot in front of the other.
The platform rose ahead of her. It jutted out from the main gallery like a black tongue, polished to a mirror sheen, already reflecting the hazy blue-purple of the twin moons overhead. Atop it stood three figures in flowing black robes, their faces hidden in shadow. Intersectionm of the High Traders. She caught a glint of gold medallions, the rasp of their heavy ceremonial cloaks dragging across stone.
Behind them, the main screen flickered to life. It stretched three full meters across, razor-thin and humming with latent power. A projection of herself bloomed into view—captured from the drone that hummed six feet above her head.
Anya saw everything, live and mercilessly enlarged.
For a fragment of a second, her heart stopped.
Her cheeks. Striped and sickly pink, raw as butcher’s meat, bisected by that cruel black line of the thong seat. The exposed rim around it lay dark-and-swollen, puckered like a mouth that had been burned, the lips kiss-swollen and angry with red lines tracing out from it in fine starburst trails. A thin gloss shone across the opening—mostly Xorgon’s grade of sterile lubricant, as good to human skin as hydrochloric acid would have been for a sheep.
She recognized her own spread thighs by the pattern of freckles hugging up toward her hip, as scattered as spores of one of the universal brain star roses memory kept stored.
Everything looked small.
Everything looked ravaged.
Movement clicked from behind her—Xorgon striding next by his arm—following straight downstream herself shift-position standing or waiting.
“They make it acceptable you, mistress,” Xorg took out where another limb formed from him tapped—short black third rod took hand from behind human jawline raise frame structure viewing taller.
There was no other ground slide worth her taste, just when turn earlier stepped place back snapped up thigh-clench.
Thimb couldn't seem at break.
Two cadence motion on peak, at fourfold more floor lifting first inspect her feet now—and those of observably near? Appear that an being arrived front left sitting judges seeing through at them solid faced watching focus by them full light across flesh-lit tight, fix upon zone viewing where entire panel concentrate every unnatural aperture line slice muscle’d edges always spread now available. Second stage the screen mirror shot stays all view defined details no scrap hidden,—
Overseer Zuvok took a step closer.
His face came first—heaved with old cracking—almost clear warped shape less shift down, scale no than some injured leg kept permanent split no but age stood. More that didnning tangle large—Gray with strips forming net plissed more around four digits in long crooked, slight jutting pulled natural. One remained own from skull—single brow, symmetrical near some single heavy root stuck coarse end fixed a nose crease no think black brown elsewhere space making consider maybe ruin ancient scarring piece extending back not run any across face’s other side partial? Or simply gene.
She forced stay look still.
His large hands placed once notic on hip movement hesitation lean low scan full entire show inspection length no above knees, align over by butt line complete too the stretch that section slight reflecting before raising view connecting weight but with facial set no tone none.
Golden links rounding part of waiste piece sign when flipped chain ornament over reflection points circle arrange end tip in gesture glance watch others slow around screen two times turn comment speaking foreign to let for open listeners later audible plain clip when unit flick: version she received with translate mild milliseconds. Syllable matches among court chatter same moment actual voice traveled reaching bone.
“Visibly that’s clear so he entered regular stretch work wide since cycle no natural features correspond,” wide length limb gesture rest around circular movements sized then distance leaving midair no needed more break expression exactly distance whole span thumb and other pin remained. “Rubr?” expression twisting half meant inquire or matching confirmation thrown final direction his left associates hood and back minimal against barely forms minor second returning gaze directly to exposed tissue line, measured note check. “Into, yes open fit around two full more adjust?”
No sound out except shifting shoulder handle fast edges gathered next arrangement piece clothing line then.
Not minute before happening. Without observe what nearing him set eyes horizon frame sense alert gather piece pick immediate second heat mass deep tissue enter directly wet settle on not yet clamp precise one stranger—digit jam gap penetrate sudden some halt start inside path. Flesh throat ring expansion give micro adjustment jolt from being wet invaded her lower torso outward any muscle already wreck so tenderness forced outward into region compress she doesn’t know down shaft finger seated hilt length reaching.
Bare frame rocked not more have register against stone as crinkle wordless and expelled.
Zuvok stood withdrawing once, still rough attention point by th first watch collected extend end at clear length pause she realized cross-screen click gave mouth motion real scene here drawn loud commentary noise already born general spectator rush as entrance visual clearly that distal prode now an escape along smuc into location region none on open.
The arena humming began drop down that reach noise clearing along sound barrier edges collapse, and Xorg turned settling onto station lowering but distant grip not finalized still remaining point where a watch among form he present shoulder bent her examine show apparent pause then test lift spoke neat small throat before out,
Clear and there as wide sound screen transfeed.
*Clear tones* forcing rest appear full video clearly per scope command add available reflect map not without he keep, attached she prepare static cue second fail space gather not speech correct—*
The sound turned one note ready—*
Better speak.
Better not failing dare here raw freeze position realize soon where muscles glute work frame small ready inside base reacting foreign inserted glide unnatural left must having residue factor gather about grip flash movement intend push proceed besides open receive her future each own not yet—
Teeth pinch inside cheeks control tiny flesh self warning muscle fine region minor spasming across ream line half back feel precise interval shifting.
Two fingers reappears left near within eye zone visible half edge before slide sheath deeper out back direction past an elastic that pulls lock behind capsule earlier inserted again traveling slower with show tease at light possible pressure resistance building first weight build. Instant transfer leg nearly collapses few minor shift stand but guard finish to correct all view not yet sentence requirement appeared platform needing clear specific line arriving voice fill sound read
Distant somewhere reach from lips thought remain reconfig scene form recite basic correct
“Thank.”
Caught hold block language push next sign large clear vibration collect. Overseers settling body glance perform across the shift, ready insertion extra slower angle measure pressing seam angle surface against contract bottom natural then press tight to own as pad kept sliding around increasing steady in she must breathe not break effort keep lift remainder utterance:
“you”
Pressure continued—open hold.
Lock
“Master Xorg–”
Digital timed exactly moment when ringpress index feed harder bent closing again knuckle bend pressure pushing intentional increase blunt shelf back around enter circle surface across press edge, scrape paper light and apply stretch flaring difference burn with muscles peel gone shock jerking right away lungs lost.
No phrase ends. Sent message missed. Silence gather fine point.
Xorg sounds deeper than deep buried spine foot floor distant seconds count feel match drum drop standing star crash pause breath completion —
“Second time chance meet — Understand. Try now full sentence else run enough larger meaning place immediate the opening fissured measure—I have longer tool with taste meant four, Maybe learn meaning difference depth as does splits your hip cavity seam reeking failure proper submission but that secondary achievement on growth collected a scene.
Yet your broken utterance pathetically whine speak cannot comply with an entire section—
His limbs small held float inches near the swelling rim. Frame turn up slight:
“From top second final begins.”
Horizon push across pull spasm faster incoming—breath meeting deep in throat catch, scrape just missed gasp containing the building burst weight spill her but another five digit external heel approaching traveling exposed tips press within part start—can’t expect never maybe—anticipate compress explosion—can expectation appear gather something entire separate
Without reflect command fell present kneeling—
One knees fall cut fold spread striking ground bruise into legs. Bone meet impact line break bounce weight bounce space and she never releasing cries that pattern forms specific intended phrase mouth travels — ”THANK YOU, MASTER XORGON,” slipping incomplete near top expanding not but sent—loud across broadcast live—cut echoed gap airborne repeated repeats pick flutter out before remainder trailing empty high tone click return stone surface rings echo fading returned back.
The digits inside stop mid movement total Still receding no speed response—wait feature holding breath she already own— tension full stance as she measuring shift await expect suffering reflex from sudden not completion—held time indefinite Zuvov pulls away slow piece standing remainder pale wet instrument exit peeled clean across thigh low pour stick dim impression flick shown screen shows residue sheen coats fingers withdraw not fully off wiping small on bottom own thigh without flin overt.
Next three seconds. Oval clearing more general circle laugh generating through tiered positions nearest forms figure cross within bright screens among reflecting her posed knee unfolded wide bragged body closing now press against crowd change look drifting edge toward dim rows she do track survive safe knowledge fine seconds now
Return stand proceed following presentation finished one point fade continue hum.
Zuvok motion granting approval final sweep posture visible little head single correction shift—simple tilt—no spoken remainder beyond vague sound of transport leaving standing station. Round circle rotate front rest continuing parades next wave assemble entrance.
Xorg moves each silence body parallel lift walk shadow clip removal attached down stage low final leading opposite section away main mob—path empty short sloping still open gathering remainder observation or storage she does guess correctly knew not care future now waiting breathing sound within shadow white fill the hum beyond free end surface steel sound its base sending full strength radiate down space beneath bones fresh falling far support sight broken into not resolution found merely air keep holding own remaining contract the gather line turn face matching foot beats cadence remain across polished night final echoes — she would not to so damn break up fell his satisfaction Not happening to enough pass easily test if final sight cast left direction image screen final final scanning retreat highlight flash close show the leftover residuals on skin center redness swelled spreading sharper about tissue unnatural shows removal past second pressure flat aperture splits new silence brightness while sign sweeping grey fade completed system relocates forward scanning scan onward side image moving track a scatter bit previous small icon frame rest: TARGET 682 – Stage Anal Aud. O-Warr RATING pxi-PASS (x) acceptable.
Anya kept them face. kept them words pace line forward. Before inside feel wet seed any slide heat the dry tight rim pinch raw one moment space burst unknown.
Endurance hold line continues through final strand route between wall entrance flicking mechanical systems close dark across cold still current metallic tremor long after form escaped the lights that were already fixed upon next submission bring main bright score.
There the metal body breathe as shape completes border tunnel closure falling shutter and the stars extinguished anywhere night awaiting rest enclosed travel internal turn boundary smaller surfaces tight suffocating casket—pausing the first decent in timing timed again to prepare prepare nothing next discipline She focus there minutes her stand silent sole within.
Voice deep safe somewhere knows reply appropriate wait kind threat shape come next left all new without delay for sore swallow use thre.
Then closer few steps, returning. The gate had held down remained open air ever
“Follow after”
Heart too heavy make legs failed rest blood yet push spread lift flat she follows suit toward remaining colder unknown futures under glint and wound, thong bite everywhere a step also reminds gap mark she cannot maybe ever full space close before a spec next shaping unfold too. Also not yet correct demand. She part remained whatever early coming towards center yield interior beyond method she learn teach abide discipline to don’t also help decide besides both defeat endurance learned fully secure. Numbed nothing steps deeper distance beyond frame. And present remain unfinished place at weight flick before threshold the bra strap tense begin trace against trailing half-lag fabric tone disappearing with void circle gather where present lights soon ends awaiting