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SYNOPSIS
Follow the ultimate space siren Sanoon Sarem’s early years. The story starts when the Hoor slavers took control of Sanoon’s home planet of Ankora and Sanoon found herself naked aboard a Hoor transport together with another thousand Human females en-route for the great meat markets of Purakka 2. Prodded into submission, Sanoon is saved from a life of sexual slavery, finding refuge of a sort as the only female aboard the flying pirate ship FUKMEDED, where the randy crew of Cloumedian buccaneers keep her constantly lubricated until the ship is hunted down by the local authorities.
Sanoon evades capture and in order to raise enough cash to stage a rescue bid decides to try her luck in The Naked Maze; a huge galaxy-wide entertainment where contestants court death in order to earn rewards.
Narrated with style and wit by Sanoon herself, this is the first of the SANOON SAREM sagas. Incorporating the original three novellas: BEFORE THE BEGINNING, SANOON THE PIRATE and THE NAKED MAZE.
THE VIRGIN YEARS has a slightly misleading premise as Sanoon loses her cherry quite early in the tale, but as a defenseless Human female abroad in a universe teeming with sex-mad aliens who see torture as a form of foreplay, Sanoon is on a steep learning curve.
EXTRACT
The Hoormen depended on fear to keep their charges under control, but Jarro was not
easily deterred. Together we slipped into a large duct, one she had been into on a
previous attempt, and after closing the hatch behind us we were alone at last and unlikely
to be missed until the prisoners were locked back in their cells again.
It was hot and dirty clambering around in there. Sometimes the pipe narrowed so we
had to wriggle our way forward on our bellies, my only view forward being of Jarro’s legs
and backside. She was quite a character. A year or two older than me, she had been taken
by the Hoors after evading capture for a month in the wooded country to the south of the
desert. She had escaped once whilst being held in a holding camp and it was a week before
they had caught up with her again.
The Hoormen were not about to let us just wander freely about in here and in due
course we could hear them scrambling about in hot pursuit. Jarro loved the idea of them
getting just as filthy as us in the old tunnels. We came across no sign of any shuttles
to steal. Jarro and I led our pursuers a merry dance through the ducts until they finally
cornered us and we were prodded into submission.
We were taken before Commander Vascal, both of us filthy and smeared with grime from
the ducts and bruied at knee and elbow from crawling about. The Hoor was not pleased with
us. Jarro didn’t seem to be learning that they would not tolerate any escape attempts,
and now it appeared she had recruited a partner in crime. She decided it was time to
teach us both a painful lesson and called in an underling proficient in such matters. I
was not looking forward to this.
With her prod set at the merely painful calibration, The Hoorchick, stripped to the
waist for action, hurt us girls where it was guaranteed to hurt the most. She did a very
professional job on us for what seemed the rest of the day, obviously relishing the
experience. I’d almost be prepared to give her a reference.
I don’t know if you’ve ever had your pink bits stroked by a Hoor prod wielded by
someone who knows what they are doing as opposed to a mere sadist who just wants to hurt
you, but it’s not something you’d ever want to go through more than once in the average
lifetime. When they thought we had screamed enough, we were dragged twitching, and with
no control over our bodily functions, back to our cells where they hoped we would reflect
on the advisability of making another escape attempt.
What the Hoors hadn’t factored in was what we imagined the fate that would befall us
and our unprotected genitals after we reached the slave markets, and while not relishing
the thought of enduring another prodding session we were both determined to keep on trying
to find a way off the ship.
