{"sf1_id":955449,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Harem Ship: Punishment","author":"Amil","words":2029,"posted_at":"2016-01-17T04:08:00.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Anthropomorphic","BDSM","Bathing","Bedroom","Bestiality","Biting","Blowjob","Bondage","Breast Fondling","Cock","Cum","Cum Shot","Deep Penetration","Deep Throat","Dick","Doggystyle","Domination/Submission","Ejaculation","Erection","Explicit","F/M","Fellatio","Fingering","Fondling","Foreplay","Free","Groping","Hard-on","Interspecies","Introduction","Light D/S","M/F","Masochism","Master/Pet","Master/Slave","Mild Erotica","Mild NC","Mild Spanking","Naked","Nudity","Oral","Orgasm Denial","Ownership","Paddling","Penetration","Penis","Pussy","Rough Sex","S\u0026M","Science Fiction","Semi Consensual","Semi NC","Series","Sex","Short","Shower","Slave","Soft-SM","Space","Spanking","Story Series","Straight","Sub","Tail","Vaginal","Wet","Zoophilia","facial","gag","mating","orgasm"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/955449-harem-ship-punishment","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/955449","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=955449\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"In this volume, Capt. James Davison spends his time with a wild, little alien named Orryhena. Part human, part demon, part cat-girl, and 100% nymphomaniac, she's quite the handful. But when Orryhena can't follow a simple order, James decides it's time for a spanking to remind her who is in charge.\nThis sample is from Volume One of the Harem Ship Chronicles. (Tags apply to full story.) You'll find links to the entire first volume, as well as the rest of the series, below.","content":"In space, no one can hear you scream. Oh, if only that were\ntrue.\nCapt. James Davison groaned, rolling and smothering himself\nwith a pillow. It did very little to drown out the noise filtering in from the\nhall. The shrieking giggles and pounding feet would normally make him grin.\nPerhaps even rush out and claim the morning's willing victim.\nRight now, he had a truly awe-inspiring hangover.\nHe reached toward his nightstand blindly, fumbling for the\npills that would cure the incessant throbbing in his head. They weren't there.\nFrowning--and immediately regretting the decision--he sat up, letting the\npillow fall from his face.\nDamn, he really had trashed this place last night.\nMakeshift bottles of alcohol--empty, of course--dotted the not-quite-spacious\ncaptain's chambers. His uniform lay strewn across the floor and spartan\nfurniture. And the pill bottle...\n\"There you are,\" he muttered. Gritting his teeth, he\ngingerly grabbed it from the corner where it had rolled. A few pills, swallowed\nhastily and dry, diminished the ache within seconds. He let out a slow, shaky\nbreath. Slowly lifting himself into a sitting position, he snatched up a nearby\ndataslate. After a few seconds of loading, he began to thumb through the list\nof relevant notifications and updates. Most were utterly forgettable--Survey vessel lost after sensor malfunction on lava planet! It\ncould happen to you!--but one headline managed to catch his eye.\nColonization voyages planned for Outer Centaurus Arm. \nFrowning, he opened the link, skimming the information it\ncontained. Lists of stars, planets, and systems scrolled in a seemingly endless\nlist.\nUnimportant.\nUnimportant. Unimportant. Un--\nThere it was. RSGC2.\nJames swore violently, hurling the dataslate across the room.\nIt struck the far wall, screen cracking. Almost immediately, the screen lit\nwith a soft green glow as the device began to repair itself.\nThey were his. That whole system was his--he'd made sure of\nthat. A hundred voyages, maybe more, each one reported as an utter failure. All\ntheir wealth, resources, and inhabitants the rightful property of His Majesty,\nJames the First, God-Emperor of the Outer Centaurus Arm. \nAnd yet the looters were still coming. Coming to steal what\nwas rightfully his.\nBack stiffening proudly, he stood. The commotion outside his\nquarters had died down. Perhaps his girls had heard him fling the dataslate. Or\nperhaps Janna was simply being nosy again, reading his mood and informing the\nothers. Regardless, it was a timely reminder. He had his place, and so did the\nrest of the universe.\nHis just happened to be on top.\nStripping off his bedclothes, James made his way to the washroom.\nHe'd paid extra from his own pocket to have it expanded, and he had yet to\nregret the decision. The room was nearly as large as the main quarters, with a\nbath and shower that could easily fit six. It had on many occasions.\nHe stretched as he walked, stiff muscles loosening much as\nthey always did. During the early years of his voyage, he had gotten used to\nthe toned and athletic body the ship's galley had given him. With the right\ncalories, stimulants, and modified foodstuffs, it took virtually no effort on\nhis part. So it wasn't until he'd visited his first inhabited planet that he'd\nrealized what an unusual specimen he was. Regardless of species, the males\nquailed before him. And the women... he gave a self-aware grin at the way his\nbody still responded to the memories. They'd practically fought one another to\nserve as his concubines. He flexed a little, one muscle at a time, to distract\nhimself as he stepped under the stinging hot shower spray.\nDamn, it felt good to be a god-emperor. And he'd be damned if\nhe was going to let some filthy refugees settle all over one of his planets.\nWhen he was eventually satisfied by his hygiene, James stepped\nfrom the washroom. His back was still stiff and regal, and the pre-adjusted\nheat settings had warmed his quarters until they were almost balmy. He dressed\nquickly, his uniform tight and authoritative as ever. There was something about\na stiff collar and epaulettes that most would never understand. You weren't\njust dressed differently, you were different.\nWith a gentle brush of his hand, James stepped out from his\nchambers. The main hold was surprisingly spacious, given all the modifications\nhe'd made. Over half had originally held assorted survey equipment--as if\nanyone actually cared about soil samples. He'd scrapped or sold all but the\nessentials, often to natives, and in exchange he'd amassed all sorts of\ntreasures. Food, actual alcohol, additional beds, and most importantly...\nThroughout the chamber, the members of his harem knelt, bowed,\nor made other culturally significant signs of reverence. He acknowledged them\nwith a faint nod and paternal smile.\n \"Morning, my\ndears,\" he said.\nA chorus of voices answered him and his grin widened\nappreciatively. Glancing around, he gave a small frown.\n\"Where's Janna?\" he asked. He spotted a hint of\njealousy in a few eyes and bit back the urge to explain himself further. She'd\nbeen the first to join his makeshift crew, and he suspected a number of his\nlovers resented her for it. Any attention he paid her was certainly attributed\nto favoritism; he didn't even need to be psychic to perceive that.\nIt was silent for a second, until Orryhena, his only darkmaw\nbride, gave a fanged, toothy grin.\n\"Briesheh,\" she hissed. Certain sounds were\nimpossible for her to enunciate, but they'd grown to understand one another in\ntheir own way. Her eyes swelled and her tail writhed a bit as she spoke, eying\nhim hungrily. \"Shanna eesha wash sabriesheh.\"\nJames inclined his head in her direction. Come to think of it,\nit had been a while....\n\"Thank you, Orry.\" He indicated over his shoulder\nwith a thumb. \"Clean up if you haven't already, then wait for me. Everyone\nelse is dismissed for now.\"\nThe darkmaw gave an excited trill, settling back on her\nhaunches. Her tail snaked back and forth, and her eyes were pitch black with\neagerness. Around the rest of the hold, sighs and muttered disappointments\ncould be heard. James purposefully ignored both, simply making his way toward\nthe bridge with steady, even strides. Behind him, Orryhena darted into the\nroom, while the rest looked on jealously.\nJanna was waiting for him in the bridge, seated in the\ncopilot's chair. In her hands, she held a steaming mug of some sweet-smelling,\nnative drink. She passively watched the handful of monitors and viewscreens,\nmost of her attention focused on a gentle, haunting tune playing over the\nspeakers. Glancing back as the door shut behind him, she lifted her mug in a\ncasual greeting.\n\"My lord,\" she acknowledged, casually. There was a\nrefreshing, almost irreverent familiarity in her tone. None of the others dared\nspeak to him that way.\n\"Anything to report?\" he asked, sliding into his\nseat.\nJanna shook her head. \"Nothing. She's still purring like\nthat darkmaw of yours.\"\nHe rolled his eyes, swapping a few of the viewscreens with a\nlazy wave of his hand. \"Showoff. You're lucky I like you, or I'd have\nthrown you out the airlock by now.\"\nUnblinking, Janna took a sip of her drink that doubled as a\nrude gesture. James sighed and she stiffened almost at once, suddenly nervous.\n\"What is it?\" she asked.\n\"News,\" he said. \"The damned Survey Corp put C2\non a colonization list. I don't know if they sent someone to follow-up, but for\nwhatever reason they've stopped trusting my reports.\"\nJanna shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her gift meant that\nshe could read moods, emotions, and generalities, but the nuances of politics\nand federal colonization policy were beyond the scope of her abilities. It was\na not-so-subtle reminder of who was really in charge.\n\"So what does that mean?\" she asked.\n\"It means,\" he said, staring ahead, unseeing.\n\"That there are thousands of poor, dirty mongrels on their way here right\nnow. They're going to swarm over this system, plant their flags, build their\ncities, and destroy anything in their way. All of that,\" he nodded back\ntoward the main hold and its occupants, \"is about to become a footnote in\nsome history text.\"\nJanna's mouth hung open, her look somewhere between disbelief\nand horror. \"What...what are we going to do?\" she demanded.\nStanding, James leaned over and kissed the top of her head,\nfeeling her flinch a bit in surprise.\n\"We,\" he said, in a reassuring tone. \"Are going\nto keep this to ourselves. We're going to stay calm and quiet.\"\nStruggling to compose herself, Janna nodded. She kept her eyes\ndown, staring toward his knees.\n\"Of course, my lord,\" she said. \"Forgive\nme.\"\n\"Naturally. Now, Janna, I want you to keep us on the same\ncourse. We have more than enough time to address this situation.\" Assuming I can think of a way to do it.\n\"Yes, my lord.\"\n\"I'll send you updated coordinates shortly. I have\nsomething to attend to at the moment.\"\n\"More important than--? Oh. Right.\" Janna's concern\nmorphed into a scowl. \"Go mount your demon-cat. I'll just be here...\ncontemplating the annihilation of my\npeople.\"\nJames gave a rare grin, mussing her hair affectionately.\n\"Glad we understand one another.\"\n***\nBy the time James returned to his quarters, Orryhena had\nalready burrowed under the covers of his bed. The lump where she lay curled was\npetite, and he might have glanced right past had he not invited her. Well,\nexcept for the tail that poked from beneath the blankets. That was rather\ndifficult to miss. The appendage was long and slender, ending in a serrated\nspade that was every bit as dangerous as it looked.\nSlowly lowering himself to the bed, James cleared his throat.\nTaking his time, he slowly peeled off his shirt, savoring the slight delay. His\nhand trailed over the blankets, allowing his fingers to lightly brush the end\nof Orryhena's tail. Still curled inside her makeshift burrow, the darkmaw\nshivered visibly.\n\"What have we here?\" he murmured. His hand gently\nwrapped around the stem of her tail, inching its way up. Her skin was utterly\nhairless and inhumanly smooth, like a fingernail, yet supple.\n\"N-naaa...\" she groaned beneath the blanket. Her\npeople were so reliant on their tails that centuries of breeding and\nmodification had left them sensitive to a fault. Though James had yet to test\nthe theory, he had long suspected that with the right stimulation, Orryhena\ncould have climaxed through her tail alone.\nNo time like the\npresent.*** See below for link to full story ***This story is continued in the full-length Harem Ship Chronicles.Unfortunately, Amazon deemed this (first) volume too explicit to sell. If you're interested in reading the complete story, there are two options:Buy the whole thing!The complete series (thus far) is still available as a pair of bundles through Amazon. 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