The fall of Earth

Jake sat in the command chair on the bridge of The King's wrath as it moved through FTL. Unlike his visit to Elvanis, this would not be a diplomatic visit. This time, the massive dreadnought was escorted by the entire First and Third Fleets, the two largest fleets in the entire Staphosian Navy.

The plan was simple, elegant, and thanks to Jake's intimate knowledge of Earth's defenses, well practiced. As soon as the fleets dropped out of FTL, the heavy cruisers and cruisers would focus on destroying the automated platforms that were AI-driven and unmanned. The faster-moving frigates would take defensive positions around the carriers and The King's Wrath as they deployed their stock of fighters and transport craft to land troops and equipment and quickly take Washington D.C., the chosen home of President Alfred Siebert. On Earth, the waiting Wraiths would be waiting for a signal that would be sent to their hidden communicators. As soon as the signal was received they would capture whichever target they were assigned.

With an eerie calm that could only be possessed by a highly experienced Special Operations Soldier, Jake looked around the bridge. Each of the bridge staff wore her neatly pressed uniform with pride, every detail perfectly placed. Jake shifted slightly in his chair and glanced first at the helmet to the combat hard suit he wore, intending to join the coming battle himself, then to the clock above the bridge's front view screen.

"Five minutes to show time," he thought as he reached for the P.A. switch to address the entire assembled fleets and his agents on the ground. "Attention, Attention, this is King Jake Lawson. We will be arriving in the A.O. in T minus five minutes. As a reminder, use ion cannons to disable vehicles and stun settings on firearms whenever possible. We do this with minimal loss of life on both sides." Jake didn't wait for a reply of any kind. Instead, he flipped the switch to the P.A. system off, grabbed his helmet, and stood. "Admiral, she's your ship until I return."

Helana Argus, a middle-aged woman wearing the Staphosian Navy dress uniform turned to face him. Her knee-high black leather boots were freshly shined, and her black pants and dark blue jacket were flawlessly in place. The jacket was adorned in the golden stripes of an Admiral at her wrists, and a golden pin shaped like an anchor was pinned just to the right of her name tag, and above a collection of gleaming medals. She snapped to Attention and saluted him. "Yes Your Majesty, good hunting."

Jake returned the salute before turning and exiting the bridge through the heavy bulkhead walked the short distance to the elevator, and took it down to the hanger.

"Your Majesty, we are ready to depart," a young-looking brunette with lieutenant's bars stamped onto the left shoulder of her armor said as she saluted him.

"Very good, Lieutenant. Let's get going," Jake responded before returning her salute, and then grabbing a rifle, pistol, and some stun grenades from the armory.

The lieutenant gave a nod before ordering her team into the heavily armed and armored landing craft. Jake did a final equipment check before boarding the landing craft himself and securing himself in a safety harness.

Only a few minutes later, Jake smiled as his craft, with some of the best fighter pilots flying escort neared the landing zone for his objective, The White House. Even as they approached they were only harassed minimally by the defense forces. His surprise attack was working to near perfection. His shuttle hovered over the roof of The White House and settled into place.

"Hook in," he ordered as he and a team of the most elite Wraiths attached ropes to a pair of D-rings near the door of the shuttle and tossed the loose ends of the ropes out before sliding down to the roof.

As soon as his boots touched the roof, a door not far ahead of where he landed flung open. Jake, with cat-like speed, and well-practiced accuracy raised his rifle and fired a stun round into the chest of a man just emerging from the door. He dropped where he stood and before the woman behind him could react, a second stun round struck her chest as well. Jake sprinted to the door, moved the two **** bodies, and tossed a grenade filled with a potent stun gas before slamming the door shut.

"Deploying gas, I hope you ladies are masked up," one of the Wraiths said as she and another Wraith pried open two air intakes and tossed three stun grenades each into them.

"Setting charges!" another called out and she laid out two sets of breaching charges in a circular on the roof. Each set consisted of three charges that were connected. As soon as they were in place, she flipped a switch on each set, activating them. "Ready!" she called out as she looked at Jake and got to a safe distance.

"Breaching!" Jake yelled before pressing a button on the left bracer of his armor and setting off the charges. Jake and his team put gas masks on and dropped through the hole in the roof into a hallway below. They began to move down the halls sweeping room after room, finding every occupant ****. The small speakers in his helmet crackled briefly before a voice came across them.

“All Capital Site hostages secured, moving to the extraction point. No casualties to report.”

“Well done, see back aboard The Wrath soon,” Jake said with a triumphant smile as he entered The Oval Office. There, being held at gunpoint President Alfred Siebert, his wife Eva, and his daughter, Paige. President Siebert looked at him with a mixed look of disbelief and defeat. His dark brown eyes welled with un-shed tears behind the lenses of the gas mask that had been **** over his head. Despite the situation, his dark blue suit and red tie were immaculately in place, making Jake smile slightly. His gaze shifted to Paige, President Siebert’s nineteen-year-old daughter. Her long red hair was pulled back stylishly, and her body shook slightly as tears slowly leaked from her eyes, filling her gas mask. She wore a loose-fitting green shirt that hung off her right shoulder, leaving the left shoulder bare, revealing a pink bra strap, dark blue jeans, a wide brown leather belt, and a pair of stylish dark brown leather ankle-high boots with six-inch square heels. Even dressed so casually, her natural beauty showed through. Lastly, his eyes shifted to Ava, the twenty-three-year-old bikini model who was now Alfred Siebert’s trophy wife. Her long blonde hair hung down in a loose ponytail, and her blue eyes were filled with hatred. She was dressed in a lightweight, short brown leather jacket over a white tee shirt, snugly-fitting denim jeans, and black stiletto-heeled shoes.

“You’ll never get away with this,” Ava hissed from behind her gag. Jake reached out and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. When she tried to pull away, his grip tightened making her wince.

“Leave her alone!” President Siebert said as he started to stand. He stopped as he felt the barrel of the rifle that had been trained on him press against the back of his skull.

“Stay down old man,” one of the Wraiths that had infiltrated his family's protective detail said, her tone stern and cold. Slowly, The President of Earth sank back down.

Jake glanced at Alfred with a smirk before turning his attention back to Ava. “I hope he doesn’t choose you. If you become mine, you won’t sit for a week for that little outburst,” he said before giving her a gentle shove back that was still enough to nearly make her fall over.

“Please, what do you want?” Alfred asked.

“Ah, the voice of reason at last,” Jake said with a slight laugh. He turned to face the older man and then moved to stand over him. “I am King Jake Lawson, Earth’s new ruler.”

“Earth is an independent planet,” Alfred said, his anger burning in his eyes.

“For now, maybe. But you’ll soon find out that I have had every daughter who is of age and under forty as well as several granddaughters meeting the same peramitors, of Earth’s Parliament captive. These two will be coming with me as well. I expect Parliament to hold a vote very soon on whether or not to submit to Staphosian rule. Should they vote yes, their daughters, and granddaughters will be returned to them, and you will have to choose which of these two comes home to you and which comes to live on Staphos. Let’s move.”

“Daddy! Daddy! Do something!” Paige screamed as two Wraiths lifted her by the arms and two others began to lift Ava by hers and drag them away.

“I’ll figure something out Princess, I promise!” Albert called out as he watched his trophy wife and daughter being **** away.

Once his shuttle landed back on The King’s Wrath, Paige and Ava were sent to the brig with the rest of the hostages as Jake went to his cabin. When he arrived he removed his armor revealing the neatly pressed Staphosian Navy Uniform beneath it, and placed his armor in its case. He then stepped into the living quarters of his cabin. On the far side of the room, Katelyn James, and Adriana each stood in her own cage. Their cages were narrow and **** them to stand. Katelyn was dressed in a white half-bra leaving her breasts bare but supported, and a matching short sheer loin cloth with a golden waistband that did next to nothing to hide her pussy. Around her neck, she wore a simple black leather collar, and her mouth was filled with a black dildo gag. Adriana was dressed identically, only in light blue. Both Katelyn’s dark brown hair and Adriana’s coppery red hair hung down freely.

As he crossed the room, Jake stopped at a small display of implements and selected a short, thin darkly colored cane. He then made his way over to Katelyn’s cage and opened it. She didn’t move until he reached in, hooked his index finger in the D-ring of her collar, and guided her out. Her heels clicked rhythmically as he led her across the room to where a small stage with a stripper pole had been set up, and a large comfortable-looking leather armchair sat facing the stage.

“Up,” Jake commanded pointing at the stage. Obediently, Katelyn stepped up onto the stage, turned to face her master, and knelt. Jake then removed her dildo gag and tossed it aside before sitting in the chair. “Dance for me and make me want to fuck you,” he said in a commanding tone. “If you don’t,” he added as he lightly flexed the cane in his hands.

“Yes, Master,” Katelyn said, her English accent, as always made Jake smile. He pressed a button on the armrest of his chair causing the lighting to dim creating a seductive environment as soft music filled the air. She stood, grabbed the pole, and circled it. She stopped when she faced him. She lifted her left leg and gave a small kick as she gracefully spun and, she gripped the pole with her left hand, placing it just below her right hand. She bent over slightly and arched her back, sticking her ass out. She looked over her shoulder at Jake as she began to sway her hips in time with the music. She spun again, this time placing her hands above her head and slowly squatting with her legs spread offering Jake a view of her clean-shaven pussy.

He shifted in his chair, becoming aroused. “That’s right whore, show me what you’ll do to earn my cock,” he said with a smirk. She let go of the pole and crawled to the edge of the small stage before sitting on the edge. She kicked her right foot and arced her leg across her body. She repeated the process with the left before repeating the process, this time the left leg moved first then the right. She then stood and swayed her hips mere inches from Jake’s face as she undid the small clasp at her right hip, sending the delicate garment fluttering to the floor. She turned and moved back to the pole with a confident strut. She bent and gripped the pole as she had before. This time, however, when she looked back over her shoulder at Jake, the former pop sensation reached back and spanked herself before beginning to twerk.

Jake stood, grabbed Katelyn’s hair, and pulled. She whimpered as she let herself be removed from the stage and taken over to his large bed. She shoved her toughly onto the bed so that she landed on all fours. She looked over her shoulder and licked her lips as she watched him drop his pants, freeing his foot-long cock. He climbed up onto the bed, grabbed her long hair with one, and guided his cock into the wet heat of her pussy with the other. Katelyn moaned loudly as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her. When he had hilted himself in her, he grabbed her hip and began to thrust hard, the sound of his hips slamming into Katelyn’s filled the air along with her moans of pleasure.

“That’s right, you little slut!” he shouted before spanking Katelyn hard. “Enjoy your master’s cock!” He spanked her again. He let go of Katelyn’s hair and grabbed her throat. He pulled her up onto her knees, pressing his chest into her back as they knelt on the bed. “**** yourself Katelyn, and beg me to fuck you hard,” he growled in her ear.

“I’m a lowly cock hungry slut. Please fuck me hard, Master, please,” Katelyn said pleadingly. Jake pushed her down, **** her head into the pile of pillows, and began to thrust in and out of her, the slapping of their flesh filling the air.

A satisfied smile came to his face as Katelyn began to moan loudly and writhe in pleasure under him. “That’s it bitch,” he said as he slapped her ass, “enjoy your master’s cock.”

For several minutes, Katelyn moaned and screamed in pleasure as Jake continued to fuck her like a madman. She felt her pleasure build, as every muscle in her body tightened like a coil, ready to snap at any given second. “May I cum for you, Master?! Please, Master may I cum on your magnificent cock!”

Jake laughed but didn’t slow his pace. “‘Magnificent cock?’ That’s a new one,” he continued to laugh as he slapped her ass again, making her yelp in a mix of pleasure and pain and almost pushing her over the edge. “Cum for your master, Katelyn!”

“Thank you, Master! Thank you!” Katelyn screamed as she let herself go. Her velvety folds gripped his cock, as she climaxed. Jake gave one last powerful thrust and filled her with his hot thick cum. As soon as the last drops of his cum were inside of her, he pulled out of her suddenly making her feel empty.

Jake kept a strong grip on her long hair as he moved around her and sat on the mattress with his legs spread, and her head near his still-hard cock. “Be a good little slut, and clean your mess.”

“Yes, Master,” Katelyn purred before taking him in her mouth and beginning to slowly bob her head up and down, taking him deep in her mouth and keeping her eyes locked on his. She began to softly moan as she continued her work, further adding to his pleasure. A sense of pride filled her as he began to moan in pleasure from her efforts. She continued to suck him, swirling her tongue over the head of his cock, pressing it firmly, yet gently against the sensitive underside, and tightening her lips around his cock each time she slowly pulled her head back. She heard him hiss slightly and her heart jumped into her thought, fearing punishment. Instead, when she felt his cock twitch in her mouth she took the entirety of his cock in her mouth, pressing her nose against his pelvis.

“Good girl,” Jake said through a moan of satisfaction as he grabbed her hair and came into her eager mouth.

An hour later, Jake sat in the command chair on the bridge of The King’s Wrath with Paige and Eva standing on either side of him, shackles holding them in place, and ball gags filling their mouths. For the moment both beautiful women remained fully clothed. Everyone on the bridge was looking at the screen that showed Alfred Siebert, his face a mixture of rage, hatred, sadness, and defeat. “President Siebert, has parliament voted on the issue of Earth’s place in my kingdom?” he asked with a look of satisfaction on his face.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the older man said looking as if he were about to **** on the words that were slowly coming out of his mouth. “Earth will submit to your rule in exchange for the return of your hostages.”

“Most of them,” Jake corrected, enjoying the way the older man shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “You President Siebert must now choose who joins my harem as Earth’s tribute. Your wife, or your daughter. In exchange, you will receive one of my daughters to serve you.” The color drained from Alfred’s face, and he looked as if he were about to be sick.

“I…” he began his eyes darting back and forth between Ava and Paige, looking at each of them apologetically.

“Your decision, or I claim both of them,” Jake said sternly making the older man flinch and causing the two gagged women to whine into their gags.

Who will Alfred choose to be Earth’s tribute to its new ruler? Answer in comments.

A) Paige

B) Ava

C) Alfred tests Jake's patience and surrenders both his wife and his daughter