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The rebellion which began on Barakhar was followed by similar uprisings on other planets that had been conquered and absorbed into the Black Empire. The pattern was similar in all cases: surprise attacks on military installations and on the supply chain, followed by destruction of the soldiers’ barracks and the infamous prison-brothels. Everyone could see that if this continued there would soon not be a single Imperial soldier left in the Galaxy, apart from those inside the central area of the Ringstone. In most cases, no prisoners were taken. Nobody wanted them. But there were exceptions. Troops who had been trapped by the female Xagian sect, or handed over to them for sexual abuse, were released. Some female soldiers were allowed to live too, especially if they had large breasts and prominent cunt lips, and they were handed over to the ordinary citizens for whatever purpose the citizens wished. On the asteroid-base of Forkea a group of female mercenaries was captured and subjected to public abuse. First they were fucked by dozens of men and then they were suspended from beams in the isolated outpost, with their weight taken partly on their breasts. Some women were suspended by the feet and fucked in the mouth until semen ran out of them. On the same asteroid a group of Monthenian pirates and smugglers took advantage of the chaos to plunder and assault, and no one was sorry when they took refuge in the quicksands and were swallowed up by them. All over the Galaxy, small groups of rebels grew undisciplined, took advantage of the chaos and deserted. They took drugs and abused women and killed innocent people. The Galaxy entered a new Dark Age. In all of this, the role and purpose of the mysterious sect of the Xagians remained unclear. Their intentions appeared to be related to sexual pleasure or to acquiring power, but no one really knew why. It was known, however, that they abused both men and women. The Xagians were good fighters, with advanced technology, and with their help the Revolution soon wiped out most of the Imperial fleet. Communication systems outside the Ringstone broke down repeatedly and many Imperial garrisons were left to their fate. The planet they called Black Star was unable to help them and in many cases did not receive their distress calls. The Emperor had devoted too much time to his harem, and too little to defending his Empire… The revolt on Barakhar was beamed all over the Galaxy, but it was also seen on the screens all over the capital city and inside the palace itself. It produced a paralysis that affected members of the government and the civil guards. When Imperial leader General Milton was stabbed in the neck and killed in a public square everyone saw it and everyone knew that the Black Empire itself was now a headless corpse. People shut themselves up in their houses.

The Ringstone of the Black Empire was well-built and well-defended, but its defenses were weakened by communication difficulties and by the need to send troops to the outer limits of the overgrown Black Empire. The rebels launched a combined attack, consisting of forces from the Red Star Xaga, together with forces from the Yellow Star Dion and other forces from the planet Barakhar. This triple attack was led by the Xagians with their superior technology. The small Xagian ships took advantage of the confusion to slip undetected into the narrow channel between Antarea and Pol-Bah, asteroids which the Empire had connected with a system of platforms and supply channels. On the other side of the channel were the central defenses of the Ringstone and the Black Star itself, Blakea. The Xagian invaders were detected when they entered the channel but the massive Imperial spacecraft were already running out of fuel and ammunition. In a desperate attempt to stop the Xagian attack, the Black Empire moved its cargo craft into the channel and tried to block it. The huge craft floated around, crashing into each other. Some were pulled in by the artificial gravity systems of the asteroids, which they had no means of disabling. Others were knocked out by Dionian missiles. There were heroes and heroines. Commander Moria was a heroine on the side of the Empire. She took her cargo ship, the IS-Cober, through the narrow channel. Her idea was to block the channel with cargo ships. She radioed other commanders to join her, and the Xagian rebels were unable to get through the channel. When the Xagians realized what was happening, it was too late. They went ahead with their plans, launched a suicidal attack on the channel, but they had to do it alone. Barakhar had no ships left and the Dionian interceptors had already left to attack the Black Star by another route. The Dionians were never seen again. They crossed a secret plasma barrier known as Ringfire, which the Empire had set up to protect the inside of the Ringstone. The rebel ships were blown out of existence. Meanwhile there was a mutiny on the Imperial ship the IS-Cober, which had successfully blocked the channel. The crew felt they had been unnecessarily exposed to rebel missiles. They were typical cargo crew, drifters from all over the Galaxy, different humanoid species recruited wherever they could be found, often in prisons. In a frenzy of panic and lust the crew seized Commander Moira and stripped her naked. They placed her arms and legs in stocks made of a large cog-wheel, and they fucked her in the mouth, cunt and ass as often as they wanted. Those who couldn’t fuck her wanked all over her or pissed over her. When the Xagian rebels finally boarded the craft they found Commander Moria covered in spunk from over a dozen different species. The Xagians thought she looked beautiful. They took her to their own craft to clean her up and use her in their own rituals. The Xagians exterminated the rest of the crew and tried to maneuver the cargo ship, but they didn’t have enough fuel. The High Priestess took the decision to retreat. “Sisters of Xaga, we must leave now!” she said. “We have almost penetrated the defenses of the Ringstone! The Imperial fleet is cut off! We will return tomorrow and destroy the Black Star itself!” In reality, they had found a weakness in the Ringstone defenses, but they had not broken through them. The Black Empire had lost the outer planets, but the black heart of the Ringstone remained intact. Meanwhile, the planet Barakhar was quickly sinking into anarchy. The sense of freedom and victory had been replaced by suspicion and mistrust. Princess Sulia Katina was still alive and was recovering from the attempt to execute her, but there was a power void. The head of the opposition Republican party, Zoren Bokanio, had taken control. He gave the order to arrest King Transik for high treason, arguing that he had surrendered too easily to the Empire. Queen Yanina was confined to the palace, which was now in the hands of rebel militia and Xagian fighters. All the important people in the old regime were arrested. The Royal Guard was abolished and replaced by a combined rebel force consisting of the new Republican Guard and Xagian militia groups. The old royalist regime was accused of collaborating with the enemy and was discredited.

The Imperial Prime Minister, Roderick Montaki, disappeared. His wife Marcia Montaki, herself an ex-Minister, was arrested in the resort town of Devrice Beach, together with some of her friends. She was taken to Likadem prison for interrogation. The Xagians were always in favor of severe interrogation methods. They justified this by saying they needed up-to-date intelligence on the Empire. Marcia Montaki stood in front of a tribunal composed of Republicans and Xagians. Marcia understood the Republicans, she thought. Republicans were interested in political power, with an almost Puritan ideology based on correcting the Emperor’s sexual excesses. But the Xagians were a mystery, as always. And the fact that the Republican leader Zoren Bokanio had a Xagian wife, Hannah Marhet, was difficult to understand. Xagians were more interested in secret rituals and fucking than anything else. Marcia saw that Hannah Marhet was on the tribunal. Marcia was wearing some clothes, but Hannah Marhet had insisted that her cunt and nipples should be exposed during interrogation. “We’re losing patience with you,” the judge said. “Where is your husband?” “If I knew I wouldn’t tell you! You have no authority here and no right to ask!” Hanna Marhet stood up slowly and pointed her finger accusingly. Marci wondered if the rumors were true that said she was a Xagian priestess. “Stupid bitch! What authority do you want?” Hanna Marhet shouted. “You and your parasitic friends enslaved the people of Barakhar! You did nothing except lick Helmekios’s ass for years!” “I won’t tell you anything! You can torture me, you can abuse me sexually, you can do what you like with me, but I won’t talk!” The Xagian smiled. “You’ll talk and you’ll beg for mercy! You’re going to be punished on every part of your body. You can’t imagine what that means. It means pain and humiliation!” Hanna Marhet gave a signal and a Xagian militia fighter began working on Marcia. First she squeezed her breasts hard and hit them with a wooden paddle. Then she made Marcia stand with her feet apart, she masturbated her and when her clitoris was erect she slapped it repeatedly with a flexible rod. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Hannah Marhet moved closer to the prisoner and took hold of the rope that disappeared inside her sex lips. It was a rough rope and she pulled it tight over her clitoris and moved it backwards and forwards like some mad dental hygienist with a piece of floss. At the same time a Republican guard caned Marcia on her naked nipples… SLAAAAAAAAP! “NOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!!!” Marcia Montaki gritted her teeth and tried to take the pain. Her breasts and cunt were sore and bruised and the rope around her neck was hurting. Ben Justerdom, one of the judges, was given permission to interrogate the prisoner. He was a thin man with large glasses. The kind of judge the revolutionary Puritans liked. “Just work on her breasts now,” he said, “but not too hard. I want her to listen to me.” He stood up, holding a dossier and spoke to Marcia. “It appears that your husband, the ex-Minister Roderic Montaki, was sent to Gara-Afa to supervise the Imperial defenses there. He was supposed to join you later at Playa Devrice, with your friends Mister Abacuour, an Imperial trader, and his wife Genieve here, a celebrity model”. He looked briefly at Genieve and then continued. “However, the husband had to go to the asteroid Fabos3 to protect his mining interests. In his absence, his wife went ahead with her planned vacation.” The Xagian Hannah Marhet interrupted. “Whip the prisoner’s buttocks!” she said. Judge Justerdom sighed and gave the order to lift Marcia’s underwear clear of her bottom. Marcia screamed as the whip cut into her naked buttocks, leaving a criss-cross pattern of red and purple welts… “Stop!” Hannah said. “The bitch has not wet herself. Put her on the nails!” A guard fetched a wooden board through which blunt nails were protruding. Marcia looked at them in horror. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she shouted. “You can’t do that! I was a Minister myself, remember that!” The guard held Marcia in the air while the board was placed under her, and then he lowered her onto it. “AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The guard pressed her down onto the nails. It was unbearably painful. “If you don’t piss,” said Hannah, “my militia will be beat your breasts with wooden paddles again. We have heavier paddles with sharp volcanic rock set in them.” Marcia let her warm piss flow down her thighs… Judge Justerdom continued. He was unhappy with the interrogation, and not at all sure who was in charge here, him or the Xagian. “Now let’s see… ah yes, I see that when Mr Abacuour was away on business, his wife Genieve was spending time with your husband. Now what do you suppose a celebrity model would be doing with your husband?” Marcia did not reply. The guard pressed her down harder onto the nails. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

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