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Sanoon Sarem - Pain Planet
(Author Unknown)

      Then she put the point of her prod up between my legs and pressed a button and I began to hurt.  They only stopped to identify me by the tattoo others of their kind had stamped into my vulva after I'd first made their acquaintance. 

     "Ah, so you're Sanoon Sarem," the commander said after much delving into the computer records on the ship, which like all the other systems on board was running by emergency power. Most of the Hoors had unfortunately survived the stampede, and most of those still fit enough to work were busily engaged in making makeshift repairs; racing back and forth through the area they were holding me in with tools and spares.  I felt rather good about having caused such a fuss.  I only hoped that I could sustain the feeling during what was to come.

     "Ah," she said. "You were taken from the planet Kelpat twelve years ago."

     "Doesn't time pass when you're having fun?  Personally, I prefer to call the planet Ankora." 

     "That name doesn't exist anymore. But I'm intrigued by your survival.  The records state you were sold to a certain Kadral Par on Purakka 2."

     "Shows how out of date your records are."

     For fun she gave me another jolt, this one on a slightly higher setting but still aimed at the same sensitive place.

     While I gathered myself together she continued: "Commander Vascal was in charge of that delivery I believe."

     "Yes, lovely woman," I said. "Had a Human boyfriend named Carlon.  Didn't they have a nasty accident in the spaceport on their way home?"

     "You seem to know a lot about it," she commented giving me a third shock.

     "Couldn't have happened to a nicer pair," I said when I was able.  

     The time for small talk soon unfortunately came to an end and the Hoor began to turn her full attention to what Hoors seem to take such delight in: namely making their prisoner's lives a misery.  In some respects their techniques hadn't appeared to have changed much in the twelve years since I'd been at Commander Vascal's mercy. They still relied a lot on stroking a woman's groin with their well used prods, sending waves of amazingly painful energy up and down every nerve pathway in the body.  It was almost like old times as I hung helplessly there, screaming or moaning whichever the mood took me as this young Hoor, whose profitable mission had just been very effectively disrupted by a naked woman and a herd of animals, took out her frustrations on me.

     Not everything was the same.  While my already tattered groin took the brunt of the abuse, she gave me a bit of variety by bringing a college into the action and getting him to lick the hot end of his prod into my left nipple while she did likewise in the general area of my right teat.  The best I can say for that particular treatment is that at least it gave my groin a rest.

     They left me hanging listlessly from my bonds with smoke curling up from my tits.