God Emperor: Brutal Rape of the Powerful in a Futuristic Galactic Empire

God Emperor Chapter 1

I submitted this story under username LordGlut, but this username was rejected, and so I am now resubmitting it. The original submission had bad paragraph formatting, which has been corrected.

This story was inspired by the computer game Jedi Knight; if you play this game from the dark side, you get to become God-Emperor of the Galaxy. This is a similar theme, though not set in Star Wars.

This story contains brutal rape, and thus will not be to everyone’s taste. There is no physical torture or S&M, however. If you read on, you have been warned.

I haven’t described the women too much; I suggest you use your imagination to construct your ideal woman.

Constructive criticism will be welcomed, but critics who complain that I’m a misogynist so-and-so will be scorned. After all, this story is in the rape section of xnxx stories.

Synopsis: In a future about 1000 years from now, a mad scientist becomes a God by taking control of a star’s power. He then sets out to make himself Emperor of the human worlds, and this chapter mainly deals with the brutal gang rapes of two powerful, bitchy women.


“At last,” I thought. For the last 10 years, I had been working on a project of my own. I had set up my laboratory at an isolated star; this star had no habitable planets and thus was of no interest to anyone else. The star itself was the key for me, for I wanted to devise a way to harness the power of an entire star. Everyone else in the United Worlds would have thought me crazy to even attempt such a thing, but I had had an idea of how to do this through quantum-field manipulation 10 years ago, and had found a star, where I conducted my experiments, returning to civilization for supplies only occasionally.

And now I finally had it working. I was in control of an entire star’s enormous power. Most of it would be wasted, of course, and dissipate into the cosmos. But if I needed to, I could draw on every megawatt of that star’s total output.

I went to my 1-person spaceship, and surrounded it with a shield that could survive a direct hit by matter-antimatter annihilation. It was time to shake up the United Worlds. I went into hyperspace, and headed for Earth. It took a fortnight to get there, and I spent the time practicing with a personal shield. This shield needed to be invisible and porous to air molecules, yet it had to be able to survive a hit from matter-antimatter annihilation. Eventually, I got the shield working well.

Once I got near Earth, I followed the directions from the control satellites, and was soon down at the major North American John F. Kennedy spaceport near New York City, where I visited a drugstore. From there, I hired a cab to the United Worlds (UW) building; 700 years ago, this had been the United Nations building. It was now much grander, but the United Worlds was still as ineffective as its predecessor. The discovery of hyperspace in 2304 had led to a vast exodus from an overpopulated Earth to other planets; these planets owed loyalty to their Earth nations, and Earth itself was by no means a unified world. Democracies had become corrupted by hugely powerful corporations.

I stormed into the UW building, going past the front desk without stopping. Guards accosted me as I strode towards the Assembly of Worlds chamber, but they couldn’t hurt me, and I just pushed them aside as I threw open the doors. The Speaker, Shirley Vanstone, was a beautiful blonde woman who appeared to be in her mid 20’s, but was actually well over 300 years old. Regeneration had been discovered in 2143, and was used by wealthy men and women to keep themselves physically young effectively forever; they could also use gene therapy to make themselves look good if they had been born plain. Regeneration was thus used by all the UW delegates. I myself had used regeneration to get myself to the biological age of 20 before departing for my god project, and now looked about 30.

There was much uproar as I strode in, given that no-one except the various delegates were allowed in, and I was certainly no delegate. One of the guards tried to Taser me, but the electric current did absolutely nothing, even when he dialed it up to maximum. The shock on his face was rather comic to me. Having demonstrated that I couldn’t be injured easily, I had now reached the Speaker’s chair. The Speaker did not look at all amused. In a few minutes she would have even less reason to be amused.

With one jump, I was able to land myself in Shirley’s chair, high above the Assembly. I dragged her off her chair, and sat in it instead, holding Shirley in front of me. Then I simply ripped her beautiful dress off. She shrieked as her highly fashionable dress, which had undoubtedly cost a small fortune, was shredded beyond all hope of repair. To me, she looked MUCH better without her dress than with it, with her nice tits now concealed by only a bra, and white panties around her ass.

Suddenly, I felt an impact against the shield near the side of my head, and I turned to see a high-caliber bullet rebound from the shield and hit the hand of an unfortunate delegate. The delegate screamed in agony as his hand was completely mangled. It was time to put a stop to this, and I rose up in the Speaker’s former chair, while keeping hold of Shirley’s hair, and bellowed into the Speaker’s microphone.

“SILENCE!!! Get medics to attend that delegate. Now that you can all see that I am invulnerable to your weapons, know that I will not tolerate being fired on again, and will kill the next man to do so. Your bullets can’t hurt me, but rebounds can hurt others.” To emphasise my ability to kill, I put a bolt of energy through one of the windows, blowing the bullet-proof glass clear out. I continued my speech, “This Assembly of Worlds was supposed to hold tyrants to account; instead it has done nothing whatsoever about the worst examples of humanity, and has become mired in squabbling and corruption over petty issues. This bitch Shirley here is a prime example of valuing the power and prestige of being Speaker above the thought of doing anything worthwhile.”

With that I tore Shirley’s bra off, freeing her tits. The former Speaker was completely humiliated as I used one hand to paw at her boobs while the other kept hold of her blonde hair right in front of the Assembly that she used to lord over. As I couldn’t enjoy her fully in the Speaker’s chair, I descended the stairs behind it to the floor, dragging Shirley behind me. Many of the delegates were screaming and running already, as I made for one of the now vacant plush chairs where the most important delegates sat. But before I got there, I was confronted by the delegate from Amazonia, a good-looking brunette called Lily Diab.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, YOU SICK PERVERT?” she screamed at me. “Unhand this lady, or I will cut your balls off, and make you eat your own dick!”

Still holding Shirley up by her hair, I growled at Lily, “You bitches of Amazonia treat men like shit, castrating all men, and making them into your house slaves. Well, I think it’s time you learned who’s boss.” I let go of Shirley, and charged Lily, who pulled out a small, but very sharp knife from within her dress. She used that knife to try to slice through my trousers and severe my cock, but fortunately I had my shield in place. “What a shame, bitch,” I snarled, and I seized her arm, forcing her to drop the knife, then ripped her dress off just like Shirley’s. Then I quickly tore her bra off, and dragged her back to Shirley’s position.

I then used both my hands to lift both bitches up by their hair, forcing them to stand upright, with their nice tits exposed for the whole Assembly to leer at. Both bitches were now clad in only their heels and panties, forced to stand either side of me like the trophies they were. The Amazonian Lily tried to punch and kick me a few times, but I just ignored her, and in

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