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thought it possible to hate another being. The Vionians thought the barbarians—even the ones whom, like the Trestrimar, they came to know well as faithful mercenaries and allies if not friends—hostile to everyone in the galaxy, including each other. The only difference, in the general’s eyes, was that those who had recently given money or booty to these wild mercenaries could expect to be spared their violence. The general doubtless thought that men like Pag and his brothers hated everyone who wasn’t of the Trestrimar equally; the Sherdonians just as much as their Vionian employers.
    In truth, Pag didn’t hate the men whom the Vionians ordered him to subdue; still less did he hate the ones he had to kill because they resisted bravely to their deaths. He hated men who abused their natural right to dominate women the way the general did. And he hated the general most of all because he had decided to abuse that right with respect to the girl that Pag, even as he deflowered and fucked the luscious cunt of another lovely Sherdonian, displaying his prowess to a hall full of admiring men, could not stop thinking about.
    The open subjugatory fucking of captured girls and of wives in need of discipline made an important part of Trestrimarian custom, and having reached the age of twenty-eight Pag had participated several times. He knew how to rouse a girl so that when the time came to possess her fully she would cry out for his huge cock to thrust through her maidenhead, and he knew how to ride her hard so as to show the spectators both his own prowess and the girl’s submission. He could enjoy himself in the cunt for a very long time, hard and eager, before he took the bottom as Hed was now doing to his right, with his own girl, making her cry out to be filled so shamefully full of barbarian cock and to know that her bottom would never feel the same, now that Hed of the Trestrimar had fucked it.
    He had been about to make that same transition, to have the pretty, tanned rump of this little brown-haired Sherdonian girl, and then to spill his seed on her face the way the Trestrimarian law said a conquered girl should be shamed, then walked around the assembly so that all could see the barbarian seed upon her cheeks, nose, and chin. Then Jalinda had come in with the majordomo.
    Kar said unnecessarily, “Look, Pag. It’s your redhead, isn’t it? Don’t worry; her cunt isn’t any tighter than the one you’re in.”
    “Be silent, Kar,” Hed grunted, still looking down at where his cock surged in and out of his girl’s tiny backside. “I wish to enjoy this rump in peace.” He held the blond girl’s hips tight and made her whimper with each inward thrust.
    Kar spoke to his own black-haired girl, then, in an imitation of formal Vionian speech. “It’s your bottom’s turn, now, my dear.” Then he called to the servant. “Oil, please, my good man. I have a rump to fuck!”
    Pag saw out of the corner of his eye that Hed couldn’t help smiling at their youngest brother’s antics, and that made him glad despite the dismay he felt at the sight of Jalinda being led to the general and strapped down over a punishment horse, turned so that her upraised bottom faced Pag, the secrets of her cunt and bottom-hole fully revealed in the spreading of her knees. It seemed unbearable to him that he would indeed have to watch the man whip and then fuck the girl with whom he had felt that strange, instant connection on Sherdon 2.
    “You must come with me, Jalinda,” he had said after learning her name from her father. “All the girls who are of age must come to the imperial headquarters.” Her little town had surrendered without a fight, at least, so Pag wasn’t covered in gore.
    “Why?” she had asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.
    “You may be chosen to travel to Vion,” Pag said simply, “or taken to the barracks here on Sherdon,” knowing that she could have no idea what happened to girls whose towns were taken by