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The last thing he saw before passing out was Versta laughing at him. He noted the mix of laughter and lust in her expression. Then he saw Prince Azrim’s naked feet marching across Blakea. The Prince was destroying everything in sight like some kind of cosmic god that had lost control of its energy. When he recovered consciousness he realized that he had to do something quickly. He looked around and saw the prophetess Sibila sleeping at his feet. He made an effort to collect his thoughts and gave the order to send for Versta. They brought her in and she looked at him in surprise. He was wearing the Emperor’s mask, which meant that he was the Emperor now, but apart from that mask he was naked and his penis was erect. She was even more surprised when he walked quickly across the room and started to pull her clothes off. Many women would have taken it as a compliment, coming as it did from the Emperor, but Versta struggled against him. “NOOOOO!!! Uncle! You can’t do this! We’re the same flesh and blood!” The new Emperor Helmekios stopped for a moment. “Crap! Do you hear? You’re talking crap! And even if it’s true, who gives a fuck if the Emperor has a fuck? What do you think Emperors do? ” She screamed as he wrestled her to the ground and forced his cock into her. He went straight into a fast fuck, slapping her breasts and insulting her… “You’re a common slut, you know that? You can’t get enough cock, can you, bitch? Take that! And that! UGH! And that! GASP! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!” Versta twisted and turned, but could do nothing to stop him. When it was over, she lay on the floor sobbing, a broken woman. The Emperor called the harem guards. “Take this whore down to the punishment rooms!” he said. The new Emperor looked at himself in a mirror. The scratch marks on his chest were turning into herpes movilus and spreading out all over his body. It looked like a thousand-headed serpent running under his skin. “I’m not Orlock anymore,” he said to himself. “I’m the Emperor Helmekios, reborn! I will have all the fucks that he used to have, any time I want, from inside the harem and from outside too! I will live a life of big tits and wet young cunts!”

He went to the punishment area and found the capsule where they had imprisoned the new Sibila, the new prophetess. “You are mistaken, Emperor!” a voice said. He looked at the capsule in surprise and pressed the button that opened the door. “What am I wrong about, Sibila?” he asked. The blind prophetess was crouching down in her narrow cage, rocking backwards and forwards on her heels. She stretched out a hand and stroked his member, which was still erect. She ran her fingers over the herpes marks on it. He stepped back. “What’s the matter, Emperor?” she asked. “You used to like having your cock stroked! I suppose you want to know the future. If so, remember that I need to take pleasure and energy from your body to have my visions. No pleasure, no visions, Emperor!” He moved nearer and let her play with his member. He watched as she sucked it. “You are mistaken if you think that you are not Orlock anymore,” she said. Her voice rang round his head, competing with the pleasure that ran round his erect penis. “Who am I then?” “You are Orlock and you are Helmekios. You are both of them! The mask you must wear makes you Emperor just as it made Helmekios Emperor. Orlock makes you human. The mask will always win when there is a conflict, but you will always have Orlock inside you, struggling to make you more human.” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” he groaned, struggling to understand. “You have just raped your own daughter!” “That’s not possible! I didn’t have children…” “Wong again, Emperor! You had children with a mirror image, two children. Only one was fertile.” “GASP! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!” Helmekios stepped back, dripping semen. He hadn’t even noticed that he was about to shoot his semen into the blind Sibila’s mouth. He turned round and left, closing the door behind him. He didn’t want to hear any more. He walked along the gloomy passages where the harem slaves were kept. So many suffering women, flogged and abused for no reason except pleasure. He walked past them as they waited to be used or punished. He looked at their plump, fleshy bodies forced into harnesses to lift their generous breasts and buttocks. So much suffering. But he felt no sympathy. He wanted to fuck them all. His mask was glowing gold in the poor light. He stopped in front of another mirror on the wall and saw himself reflected.

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