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SYNOPSIS
The FOURTH volume in Sanoon's amazing sex adventures in space.
After surviving the Imperial bunker on planet Shannoth, spacefaring Human Sanoon Sarem is soon involved in a dangerous attempt to steal some of the Paladine Empire’s fabled Quatta Treasure. It’s three naked women, including our heroine Sanoon in a leading role, against the well armed, but sex starved garrison of a Paladine firebase. Unfortunately the Paladines don’t take too kindly to having their stuff stolen and Sanoon finds herself in their custody and tortured in wicked ways until she reveals where she has hidden her share of the loot. After redeeming herself by helping to thwart a plot against a Paladine princess, Sanoon is rewarded with a holiday aboard a Space Pleasure Liner, but things turn sour when she is accused of theft. The ship’s captain needs to find out the truth quickly and once again Sanoon’s hide is the scene for some unwarranted torture.
Things don’t get much better for our beautiful heroine when she is abducted and abandoned naked (As seems to happen too often to Sanoon for her liking.) on a primitive world where pain, torture and shags aplenty are the order of the day.
Told with wit and style by Sanoon herself, this is a 59,000 word testament to why it’s not a good idea for a girl with a uniquely undefended vagina to wander the galaxy, usually without even the inadequate benefit of wearing a pair of panties.
EXTRACT
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.
