Scat! Worshipping at Temple Uranus

by Steven Seven

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Mind Control, Slavery, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, MaleDom, Humiliation, Lactation, Oral Sex, Scatology, Water Sports, Big Breasts, Small Breasts, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: CAUTION: Extreme Male Dominance and lots of shit play! The Master owns a hidden personal paradise planet where he lives with his harem. Shit is non-toxic there. No one gets sick. See the scatological worship practices Master's slaves perform at Temple Uranus. The story is from Ch 12 of my serial "Welcome to My World". Previous stories "Watch Me Sodomize Your Daughters, Bitch" combined Ch 1-2 from this serial, while "Teen Sex Slave Training: The Beginners School" combined Ch 8, 10, and 11.

PREFACE

CAUTION!

This is a story of extreme Male Dominance and utter female submission. The sex is down and dirty. It is told from the male perspective.

Reader reaction to my previous erotic fiction would suggest that only a minority of readers will enjoy this type of story. Consider yourself forewarned.

Many women and men have rape fantasies. The reality of rape is much different from the fantasy. The author does not condone rape.

This story is taken from my serial / book “WELCOME TO MY WORLD”. I previously released the story “Watch Me Sodomize Your Daughters, Bitch” which was a combination of Chapters 1 and 2 from the same serial / book. My story “Teen Sex Slave Training: The Beginners School” is a combination of Chapter 8 and Chapter 10. I am presenting it as a standalone story for your enjoyment.

Here is the basic background of MY WORLD:

“A man has futuristic, hyper-tech powers, including the ability to read minds and to exert absolute mind control over others. He possesses a hidden planet in another dimension that has been customized into his personal paradise. He is Master of everything and everyone there. The Master populates his World with two types of female sex slaves. The first type is ordinary women from earth. The second type is genetically engineered women he creates himself. From earth, the Master kidnaps and enslaves large numbers of beautiful women and teenaged girls. He brainwashes and reprograms them into ideal sex slaves who perfectly match his personal desires. He makes them want what he wants them to want. The women he synthesizes himself using genetic engineering and biotechnology are pre-programmed from the start to the Master’s exacting specifications. This is a story from that place, the Master’s World.”


I slept comfortably all night long in the Great Room on the huge bed, 50 feet wide by 20 feet long, located against the far wall of the space. I had sodomized all of my 14-year-old slave girls at last night’s orgy before retiring for the night. I had enjoyed using their beautiful young asses. I finished up the night by ejaculating into Sharon’s mouth in a vigorous ass-to-mouth blowjob. Her mother Barbara and sister Helen slept next to my legs and feet, snuggling and kissing them. I rested my head on Hope’s pure white buttocks as my pillow. My big-titted mother-daughter duo, Catherine and Roxanne, slept on either side of me, keeping their 50-inch-plus, lactating breasts where I could easily suck them. When morning came, Sharon still lay at next to my right hip. Several times during the night I had allowed her and each of the other women and girls to suck me briefly. All of my slut-whore slaves loved to suck my dick.

Several smaller beds, roughly three times the size of a king size bed, had been arranged in an arc facing to my big bed at the end of the room. Sleeping together in these beds, cuddling and sometimes licking one another, were my 45 slaves at the orgy who were not in bed with me. It was a charming gathering of my entire Upper Village harem.

The ceiling shutters were closed, preventing the morning sunlight from sneaking through the ceiling-wide skylight. The evening before, I had commanded the shutters into place, since I did not want to be awoken by the sunrise. The only light in the room came from several small, softly glowing nightlights to indicate the path toward the two bathrooms. One bathroom was connected directly to the Great Room. The other, larger bathroom was accessed through either the foyer or through a more indirect passage in one of the smaller side rooms that branched from the Great Room.

I had left orders for the automated cooking machines and robot delivery systems to set up a breakfast buffet in the foyer at sunrise. This was done with minimal noise, allowing the sleepy-heads in the Great Room to cuddle, and kiss, and suck, and fuck a little while longer.

I am the Master, Owner, and Lord of My World, including everyone and everything in it. My powers are not fully understood by the women and teenaged girls I own. They know I read their minds, and can control their bodies, thoughts, and emotions as easily as I can lift a finger. More easily, in fact. In the beginning of their life in my harem, every bitch is acutely aware of the fact that I am with her, inside her, all of the time. After a while, they grow so used to this that they often forget about it. But I don’t. I am the Master, Owner, and Lord of artificially intelligent technological systems that are extensions of myself. Even while my body sleeps and my mind rests, these systems slave away tirelessly, day and night, monitoring my slave women and teen girls, ensuring that all is well with them. This is really no different from how these systems also monitor the entire planet, including its natural and artificial systems, assuring that all is well.

These artificial extensions of myself were active as I lay in bed this morning. I allowed my body to rest in sleep while I projected my mind through my artificial extensions. I honed in on Barbara, the woman I had kidnapped, raped, and enslaved along with her two daughters some 36 hours ago, and then slave-married in a hasty ceremony last evening, just before the orgy began.

I listened to Barbara’s mind. I felt her feelings. My awareness sat just behind her eyes as she opened them when she smelled the delicious aroma of coffee wafting in from the breakfast buffet in the foyer. She sat up, looked around at me and the other slaves I had sleeping around me, and smiled like she had won the lottery. Every one of my slaves felt that way.

Barbara turned her blonde head to gaze around the room. Women and teens were stirring from the beds, one by one making their way to one of the bathrooms or straight for coffee. She scooted to the edge of the bed, then bent forward to place her feet on the floor. Her 40-inch DD-cup tits swung forward as Barbara moved to stand up. She began softly padding across the thick pearl grey carpet that covered the floor, winding her way around the beds occupied by the other bitches, some of whom were also beginning to stir and move around. Every time she caught a bitch’s eye, the slave smiled at her. Many greeted her with “Good morning” or “Welcome to the harem.” Barbara replied with a smile and as few words as she could manage. She had intended to go first to the bathroom she had used yesterday, but then saw several slaves wearing towels, heads wrapped over wet hair, emerging from a small hallway on the other side of the Great Room. She decided to try that bathroom instead. It is the one she had glimpsed yesterday.

Barbara walked through a doorway that had been covered previously by one of the floor-to-ceiling photo panels. This one depicted me sitting in chair with several women and teenaged girls kneeling in front of me as my erect penis shot an arc of urine into the air and the surrounding bitches lean forward to catch it in their mouths. The doorway connected to a long, somewhat narrow dressing room with mirrors along the both walls to the right and left. Many small couches, chairs, tables, and cabinets lined the room. At the far end, the room connected to the foyer bathroom. Several women sat in the room wearing towels and bathrobes, clearly having just emerged from the shower. Everyone greeted Barbara warmly and she returned their greetings.

Barbara entered the foyer bathroom. It was much larger than the other one she had used, which only had 4 toilets with bidets, some showers, and so forth. This bathroom had 16 toilets with bidets, sinks, 4 long dressing tables with mirrors and seats, 4 large showers that would each accommodate at least 8 people. Almost in the middle of the large bathroom was a floor-to-ceiling glass-sided atrium filled with flowers, green plants, and decorative rocks. At its top, the atrium was open to the sky. Two of the glass sides of the atrium had been lowered into the floor, so that the bathroom had its own fragrant flower garden.

The bathroom was bustling. The toilets with their bidets were arranged in one corner of the room, with 6 against the back wall and two rows of 5 toilets facing one another on opposite walls. All but one was occupied. Barbara recognized some of the bitches from the tour of the Upper Village yesterday. A few were young cunts from the Beginners School. Every one of them smiled at her and welcomed her. The unoccupied toilet was in the middle a row of 5. The women and girls on either side of it invited her politely to come and sit between them. Everyone was completely naked.

Barbara sat down. She felt a little bit self-conscious. She recalled meeting the woman to her left, an extremely buxom gold blonde, but did not know if she had met the equally buxom redhead to her right. They both had enormous breasts. The woman to her left reached out and took her hand.

“Hello, Barbara” she said. “We met yesterday at the Beginners School. My name is Bea Titley.” She pointed to the redhead sitting on the toilet to Barbara’s right. “This is my sister Rhea Titley. We are sororal twins. Different hair color. Same 58-inch, HH-cup breasts.”

“Yes, I remember you” said Barbara. “Nice to see you again. My daughters are also sororal twins.”

Barbara felt a hand on her right thigh. She turned see Rhea Titley’s blue eyes and smiling face. “Sweetheart, we haven’t met, but I want to tell you that every bitch is happy to have you here. This is not like some harem you may have read about in the history books. There is no competing between slaves here. We are all in love with the Master and we all know he loves us equally. He really does. We help one another. We really do.”

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