An Intergalactic Food Porn Adventure

by Persephone Foxx

Gunn receives an imperative coded message to return to Viresi, the barbarian slave planet he’s from. One of the most legendary warriors of his home city, he defected years ago in protest over the totalitarian government, which keeps women enslaved.

He can’t ignore this call home, though.

So he persuades Vif that they should film the next episode of Intergalactic Food Porn there. The planet is a mystery to most of the universe because no one is allowed on or off — except for the mercenary warriors.

The problem?

Vif will have to go undercover as his slave. Free women were outlawed in Viresi generations ago. She will also be the only human most Viresians have ever seen.

She reluctantly agrees to go with him, in part because Gunn is determined to marry her in the way of his people.

But she soon discovers that there is little difference — in Viresi — between playing the role of Gunn’s slave for the show and being his actual slave. Once on the planet, she is unable to leave — or even speak the languages she knows.

Gunn is in charge. And he is quickly embroiled in a plot he was not expecting.

If they survive, this will likely be their best show yet.

But that’s a big if. The king is furious with Gunn for defecting. The government has become more tyrannical since he left. Someone is always watching and listening. And Viff can do nothing — for fear of being arrested and sold — but obey his every command.

Here is a tasty sample:

The Metalworks

Usta was terrifying. He was huge, almost as large as Gunn, with that smooth lizard skin in a deep shade of black. His muscles were so massive that his upper arm was larger around than my waist. He looked at me with an animal interest that terrified me. I imagined this was how a rabbit felt when tossed into a cage with a dog.

He and Gunn spoke in Viresi while he thoroughly looked me over. I, as Gunn had instructed, averted my eyes as he turned my head one way, and then the other, ran a finger along my throat, and stood so close that I could smell the peppery food he’d recently eaten. I should have been repelled by this, and I was, but it reminded me, too, of how hungry I was.

He took my leash from Gunn and pulled me away from him, down a dark hallway. The temperature dropped, and the stone floor was cold on my bare feet. I had never found the sandals I’d lost in Myrdynn’s forest, and Gunn had only shrugged when I pointed to my bare feet. I struggled to keep up with Usta, my shorter legs taking two steps for every one he took. My balance was poor because of my bound hands, and I was afraid I would fall. He seemed to enjoy making me stumble.

When he was done installing me into this restraint, I was totally immobilized. My arms were bound tightly behind my back. A series of straps circled my head, and a cord was cinched tight under my chin.

He opened a door and pulled me through it, yanking against my involuntary fear of the dark, metal space. He held it open for Gunn, who had been walking behind us.

We stood in a workshop. It was vast and lit by bright, focused lamps that made the edges of the room recede into shadow. The space was filled with machines, vats, cauldrons, and worktables. In the center of the room, chains hung from the ceiling, and my heart dropped, feeling that I knew what was coming.

Another Viresi, smaller and much fatter than any alien I had seen yet, was sitting at a desk in the corner. Usta said something to him in Viresi, and he got up, took my leash, and pulled me toward the chains. He limped slightly, and his skin was mottled and pocked rather than smooth. He barely looked at me, though. I was a task, nothing more.

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  Bound in Space
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  Food Fight
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  Sea Monster

When he was done installing me into this restraint, I was totally immobilized. My arms were bound tightly behind my back. A series of straps circled my head, and a cord was cinched tight under my chin. The ugly alien stepped away and fetched a piece of wood with ropes attached to it. He pushed it into my mouth and connected it to the chains. This immobilized my head and made me look up, so I could not move anything but my eyes.

Usta returned and took elaborate measurements of my neck.

Gunn and Usta stepped out of my line of vision and had a long conversation somewhere nearby. I was uncomfortable. Many of the chains were so tight they dug into me. And I could not easily swallow. So, this felt like an eternity, though it may have only been about 15 minutes.

Occasionally, the ugly Viresi fetched chunks of metal from the work area he’d been sitting at when we arrived. I could see him running back and forth with them. Usta returned several times to take more measurements with a series of calipers and straps. Once, he squeezed my throat so tightly with a metal instrument that I could not breathe. Just when I thought I would pass out, he released me and walked away.

I waited a long time like that, uncomfortable and immobilized. My shoulders began to ache in the tight bind, and my fingers went numb. I began to fear that I would pee on the floor where I stood.

Finally, they returned. Usta said something to me in Viresi.

“It will not hurt,” Gunn translated. “The metal is blended with stone so that it is uncuttable. And the two pieces are so perfectly matched that when they are touched together, they form an unbreakable seal. The collar is already made. He is only going to install it. It is important that you not move, not even a little bit.”

I couldn’t move if I’d tried, but I held very still. In one swift movement, it was on, and they stood back and admired it. They spoke for a while in Viresi, not bothering to translate for me.

“You are a slave now. I think it is likely that you were not one before. You lived too long in the verse, had too much will. You are incapable of submitting the way Viresi expects you to. But you are a slave now. You are on Viresi, wearing one of my collars. It says here…” He touched it. “That you belong to Gunn.”

Usta turned to me and spoke in choppy Universal.

“You are a slave now. I think it is likely that you were not one before. You lived too long in the verse, had too much will. You are incapable of submitting the way Viresi expects you to. But you are a slave now. You are on Viresi, wearing one of my collars. It says here…” He touched it. “That you belong to Gunn.”

He tugged on the collar so that I would feel it. He lifted it up my neck and dropped it again, so it fell against my clavicle. It was cold, hard, and surprisingly heavy.

“I tried to buy you from Gunn,” Usta continued. “He refused to sell you. By law, I could have simply taken you from him since you were uncollared. If you had come here with anyone other than Gunn, that would be my name on your collar.”

The erotic and steamy erotic science fiction stories in the Intergalactic Food Porn series are for adults, over 18, and are loaded with M/F sex, F/F/M menage, M/F/M menage, light and playful consensual bondage, power play, enslavement, and — even — tentacles.