Persephone Nine, Chapter 19

Persephone Nine

Chapter 19: Galliard Technology

Story by All These Roadworks (2023).

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Vice looked at the machines the Galliard had built. They were strange, and even without knowing their specific purpose they looked *cruel*. They did not have the rounded, sleek look of technology designed to put humans at ease. They looked like industrial devices designed to extract *efficiency*, by the most effective means possible.

But what really interested Vice was that the machines were *complex*. These were not simple mechanical engines. He had seen the Galliard installing microchips, and magnetic components, and other components whose use he neither knew nor understood.

And the fact that the Galliard could build such things - and so quickly - gave Vice some very interesting ideas.

But those ideas would have to wait - because the Galliard were ready to demonstrate their devices.

“This first device is a milking station,” said Confidence, the Galliard leader. “Although in truth it is just as much for purification as for milking.” He turned to look at one of the other Galliard, who currently had Victoria mounted in the upside down position on his chest, with Victoria sucking his cock.

“That bitch has the largest udders of this herd,” he said. “Dismount her, and bring her to the machine.”

Victoria did not seem eager to demonstrate this machine, but once she had been taken down from the Galliard, she was dizzy from her time spent upside down, and allowed herself to be led over to the large, metal device.

Here, she was bent over the device, with metal supporting her belly and chest. Her arms hung down towards the machine’s base, where they were placed into metal cuffs, and likewise her ankles were shackled to the metal of the device.

A large penis-shaped protuberance made of some kind of plastic was swung into place in such a way that it went into Victoria’s mouth. It was not fixed to her face, as such, but the machine did not allow her to withdraw far enough to get it out of her mouth.

“That will plug the bitch adequately,” said Confidence, “so her screams do not bother us.”

At these words, Victoria’s eyes went wide, and she began to struggle - although it soon became clear to her that she was helplessly trapped in the device.

Vice was concerned also. “You said you would not harm my bitches,” he objected.

Confidence shook his head. “She will receive no permanent damage,” he said. “But she *will* find the machine exquisitely painful. Do not worry, Jayson Vice - it is the purpose of bitches to experience pain. She is only fulfilling her allotted role.”

Next, the Galliard fixed a kind of semi-elastic metal around the base of each of Victoria’s breasts. These bands seemed to constrict once in place, gripping the base of the boob tightly, and making the remainder of the titflesh bulge lewdly.

Then a plastic cup was affixed to each of Victoria’s nipples, with a tube leading from the cup into the machine.

There was a thumping sound from within the machine, and the cups began to suck on Victoria’s breasts with powerful industrial ****.

A moment later, there was a quiet “zap” sound from the metal rings around Victoria’s tits - and the beautiful brunette screamed in agony.

Confidence laughed. “Your bitch does not yet produce milk, but she will soon. On each suck of the milking machine, the bands around her udders emit a targeted energy pulse - a kind of highly specific combination of sound and electricity - that stimulates and alters her milk production glands. From the screams the bitches make, I understand it is extremely painful. And yet, within a very short period, it will cause her to start producing milk - and the milk she produces will be much more nutritious than the human average, containing many of the vitamins and supplements that it is otherwise difficult to obtain on this world.”

He gestured at the machine. “A complete meal - all synthesised organically within the udders of a single bitch,” he said. “Is it not a miracle, Jayson Vice?”

And yet they were not done with Victoria. Even as Victoria bucked and screamed as her tits were milked, the Galliard were connecting devices to the brunette’s other end. A thin tube - a catheter? - was being inserted into her urethra, and another large phallus - this one metal - was being pushed into her cunt.

Soon, these were in place. The Galliard stepped back, and the metal phallus began to push in and out of Victoria’s cunt - and almost immediately, her screams doubled in volume.

“Ah yes,” said Confidence. “The device in her cunt also emits a pulse each time it reaches its maximum depth within her. Once again, we understand it to be extremely painful - an agony in the cunt such as bitches would otherwise only experience during childbirth. But the effect of the pulse stimulates arousal in the bitch, producing endorphins that help her manage the pain - and it also restructures both her slut juices, and her urine, on a molecular level.”

“It changes her piss and her pussy juices?” asked Vice. “How? Why?”

“So they can be re-ingested by other bitches, of course,” said Confidence. “It purifies them - or rather, it rearranges the impurities into another compound, that promotes submission and suggestibility in bitches. It will not take long until your bitches become quite used to drinking each other’s piss and pussy juices, and of course it is valuable in places where water is not quite so abundant as here.”

“How long do we leave her on it?” asked Vice.

“How long?” laughed Confidence. “Why, there is no need to ever take her off it. She will eventually learn to sleep through the pain, when necessary. You need only add a protein puree and some water to the intakes of the machine, over there, and it will slowly feed it to her over time through the penis gag in her mouth. Among our settlement, some of our less attractive bitches spend their entire lives in such devices.”

At Vice’s look of horror, Confidence shook his head. “But how you use your device is up to you. Maybe you wish each of your bitches to take a turn on it. You will likely enjoy the way their udders grow as they lactate, and the machine will slowly train your bitches to associate penetration with pain, and pain with arousal, which can make their **** more enjoyable. When you fuck the cunt of a bitch who has spent much time on this machine, she will scream and shudder with every thrust as if you had electro-shocked her pussy, and yet she will gush with whorish arousal all the time.”

They moved on to the second device, leaving Victoria shaking and screaming in the milker.

This second device seemed at first glance to be nothing more complicated than an exercise bike, and yet it had wires leading from it in various places.

“Hardly our most complicated piece of technology,” said Confidence apologetically. “And yet it serves its purpose. A simple method for deriving battery-stored electrical power from bitches. We shall have the bitch with the red hair demonstrate this - she seems the most athletic.”

The bitch with the red hair was, of course, Amy, and she was dismounted, and placed upon the bike. Her hands were shackled to a pair of handlebars, her feed strapped to its pedals. The seat featured a large dildo, the tip of which was carefully worked into her vagina, and then a penis-shaped gag was fitted to her mouth.

“For much the same reason as the last one,” explained Confidence. “So that we will be unbothered by the bitch’s distress.”

The last step involved attaching what looked like metal weights, each around the size of a nutrient bar, to Amy’s nipples via clamps.

Under the Galliard’s direction, Amy began to cycle. As she did, the dildo pushed up into her cunt, and back out again, **** her pussy with each turn of the pedals. At its full extension, it pushed her upward off the seat, only to allow her to fall back down again when it withdrew. The shackles did not appear to allow Amy to remain off the seat, or to move far enough for the dildo to leave her pussy entirely.

With each bounce up and down on the seat, her tits bounced as well - and the weights attached to them flew up and down, clearly causing her **** pain.

“There, you see?” said Confidence. “Her cycling energy charges the large battery at the base of the machine, which is sufficient to run your replicator, or any other large device within your encampment. And attached to her nipples are two smaller batteries, which are charged from motion - each time they bounce on her tits, they accumulate a little charge. A single one of those batteries, fully charged, is enough to operate the milking station for a day.”

As they watched, Amy began to slow down her cycling, attempting to reduce the pain in her tits from the bouncing batteries - and then suddenly she screamed into the gag, and began to pedal quickly again.

“And if your bitch is lazy, and slows below an acceptable limit, the phallus in her cunt electro-shocks her,” said Confidence. “Using the power that she herself has generated. Simple, but effective. An alarm will notify you when the sensors detect that the bitch needs to stop for health reasons, but we would expect a bitch like this to be able to cycle for one to two hours on her first session - and longer, as her fitness increases.”

They left Amy sobbing and furiously pedalling on the bike, and moved on to the third and final device. This mostly considered of a set of wires, and something that looked like a screen.

“Get the obedient blonde one,” instructed Confidence.

“Will this one cause her pain?” asked Vice, holding onto Telea protectively.

“Unfortunately no,” said Confidence. “Though you may always **** her breasts afterwards for your entertainment.”

Vice looked down at Telea. “It’s all right,” he said. “Go, do as they say.”

The Galliard led Telea to the device, and connected the wires to various spots on her head using adhesive pads.

When they were finished, the screen began to flicker.

“This is a thought visualiser,” said Confidence. “Nothing so complex or powerful as the device we will use to reprogram your bitch back at our camp. But it is capable of producing vague visual images based on the bitch’s thoughts. It can be useful in detecting rebellion or disobedience in a bitch - or in discovering her suppressed sexual proclivities. You need only speak to her, to direct her thoughts. Most bitches are completely unable to control their own brains, and the device will cause them to betray their secrets. Give it a try.”

Vice stepped forward. “Telea,” he said. “What is your strongest sexual fantasy?”

Telea blushed - but immediately, images began to appear on the screen. They were vague, like an impressionist painting - more of a suggestion of an image, than an actual image.

And yet, it was clear what Telea was thinking. The screen showed Telea, completely nude, kneeling at Vice’s feet, wearing a dog collar and leash.

“You want to belong to me, Telea?” asked Vice. “Be my pet?”

Telea blushed deeper, and the image sharpened. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice full of love and lust.

And yet, as the image sharpened, there was more. In Telea’s fantasy, Vice and Telea weren’t on Persephone Nine. They were on a crowded space station - there were people around.

“You want to be my pet - even after we leave here?” he asked her. “Back in…”

She nodded. “I want to be yours, sir,” she said. “No matter what that means.”

Vice felt another surge of love for the pretty, submissive navigator. He felt again that deep, primal need to protect this girl - and the rest of his harem - from the planet, from the Galliard, from the universe. The only one who would be allowed to hurt these women would be Jayson Vice himself.

Which was why he turned to Confidence and said, “Fine - you’ve convinced me. We’ll take Cunt for reprogramming in your camp.”

Cunt’s face went white with shock. “What? No…”

Vice did not allow her to continue. He walked across to her quickly, and slapped her across the face, twice.

“Shut your face, Cunt,” he said. “This is exactly why you need reprogramming.”

And then he leaned in, holding her close, as if whispering some terrible threat in her ear.

But what he said was this:

“Laurel - the last device uses balhanic alloys. I saw them as they were building it. Our replicator can’t make them - and they’re a crucial component of something we want.”

He bit her ear gently, to reinforce the impression that he was controlling her, and continued:

“If they have balhanic alloys, then they’re capable of building a hyperwave broadcaster - and if they have one, then it will be in their camp.”

His last words were the quietest of whispers.

“Do you understand, Laurel? We need an excuse to go to their camp – so we can call for rescue…”

(TO BE CONTINUED)