They were outnumbered at least 4 to 1 even if you didn’t count their air support, but they clearly had the element of surprise. Beyond surprise, these humans had forgotten in the centuries between the last rifts. They hadn’t and this was going to be glorious. Two go to the guns and start by cutting down the air support and half of them are gone before the humans realize what are happening. The breach and the grenade goes exactly as they trained.<br/><br/>“<strong>Remember, take the fertile females - otherwise No Survivors.</strong>” the Prince orders with his own sword as two of his own warriors join him in the transport. They bring with them two ‘Hounds’ to begin moving the females. It was with no small point of pride that Demonsian Technology was so artistically done that much of it was technically alive and the ‘Hounds” merrily begin grabbing up females to take them back to their ship.<br/><br/>The humans trying to breach the Demonsian Ship hesitated as the skin of the ship felt more like flesh then metal. They were clearly expecting human rebels and not monsters. The breach starts, and with the cutting out comes a tentacle as the ship itself begins to defend itself, the main breached died with a loom of shock as the tentacle wraps around his neck and snaps it. A hole opens up in the side, just in front of a Demonsian sword arm.<br/><br/>In the ship the Prince and the last two Warriors enter the ship to make quick work of whoever is left, many human warriors ended as they were stunned, and many females drug off. Human technology was different this time then the writings but some principles were easy enough to figure out. Enough for the bombs to still do their work. They only break off of killing everyone in the convoy when they run out of time, breaking away and cloaking to slip back into space.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>27 females, an even better raid then he hoped. On the way back to the rift to make their escape, 26 of them would wake up in a mass cell, their frocks torn away but enough left that they know they soiled themselves. The Demonsian Warriors still look at them with hunger in their eyes, but they still order them to bathe in a provided shower room. They watched, they cracked the whip at the insulant, and they did not give clothing back. When satisfied they take the nude women all back to the main cell.<br/><br/>Then two warriors grabbed Sisters Celeste and Mary, taking them away out of sight but not out of hearing. What happened next wasn’t exactly consensual but the Demonsians weren’t taking their captives out of sadism. No, this was to teach of pleasure and to retrain their bodies and minds to accept that they were wired for pleasure. Mary and Celeste beg and call out at first for them to stop but it doesn’t last long. Celeste gives in first, loudly. Mary not long after. Both with streams of sexual fluids coming down their thighs.<br/><br/>Then they are brought back with Demonsian Concubine clothing in their hands and allowed to just process what just happened. Those two warriors switch with two of the others, the two others take Sisters Jade and Daisy and the cycle continues. Celeste and Mary sleep nude with mysterious smiles on their faces - and someone notices that Merriam is not among them. They Warriors intend to take their rewards of flesh two at a time until either<div class="floatleft">they’ve</div>taken them all or they make it back to the Throne-World, whichever happens first.<br/><br/>Merriam though, is somewhere else.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Merriam would awake in the Prince’s private bathroom, her habit torn away but otherwise untouched. For now.<br/><br/>“<strong>Bathe.</strong>” comes simple instructions from a voice in the dimly lit room. It wasn’t a suggestion.<br/>