Table.

I looked around at the depressing environment and considered my next steps. Somehow, I was going to get out of this, and then I was going to come back with a fucking massive army and work my way, personally, through the population until all that was left were small chunks of flesh and bone.

However, that was the future. I didn't know enough now, so first order of business was information gathering, which meant biding my time. Which probably meant my poor girl body would be subjected to all sorts of unpleasantness.

I sniffed. Well, they'd have to be imaginative if they thought I'd break easily. I'd overseen the – essentially – rape and pillaging of thousands of planets back when I'd personally led my conquests. If it was possible to do something to a living being, then I'd likely have done it.

Shocked I'm not all goody goody? Like I give a fuck.

I looked around for more clothes, the tiny bit of cloth that I was clad on covered pretty much nothing at all. However, the only other material was a thin sheet on the bed. I thought about wrapping it round me, but then decided against it.

Obviously they were trying to break me. The violence, the sexual threats and actions, the humiliation of putting me in this body, it all pointed to mental abuse. Well, I was on to them. No doubt they thought that strutting around mostly naked would shame me. Ha! What a bunch of amateurs! I once forced an entire city to bow before me whilst I stood in front of them naked with a hard on. Just for laughs.

Yeah, when you get as old as I am you do more and more twisted stuff. You do it just because you're bored, and you've not done it before.

So, no doubt they wanted me to wrap myself in the sheet so they could come in and rip if off me. They were shit out of luck there.

Seeing nothing better to do, I climbed on top of the bed, tried to get comfortable, and fell asleep.

…

I was woken by noises, screams and general shouts. There was no way to tell how long I'd been asleep, but I had the feeling it hadn't been very long. Still, nothing else to do, so I padded over to the door and tried to peer out of the narrow window that was set in the middle of it.

There was a flap covering the other side, but it had been left half open, and I could see out onto the main hall area. There was a table there that I didn't remember seeing before.

I watched on, and the noises grew louder. Soon I saw three humanoids, I couldn't tell if they were creatures, constructs, androids or solograms because they were clad all in black, with black helmets that had a full faceplate covering whatever was below.

The three, for want of a better word, guards, were dragging a thin form between them. It was a youth, maybe thirteen standard years old, although I wasn't great at guessing ages.

"You are making a mistake!" the kid was screaming and sobbing. "Do you know who I am? I'll have your families killed for this." Which I thought was a pretty weak threat personally. I'd have gone for their home planets at least.

The kid was only wearing rags, and the lower half of these were ripped off him as the group reached the table.

"Noooo!" he screamed, as he was bent over.

The guards were obviously not androids, because one by one they whipped out large male member from their crotch area and proceeded to brutally rape the lad up the arse.

There was a lot of screaming, needless to say.

I shook my head.

"Come on," I said to myself. "Have some courage. Grow a pair of balls for fuck's sake." Only then, as one guard finished and they moved around so the second one could have a go, did I see that, in fact, his balls had been removed. Quite recently by the looks of it, as there was still blood around the area.

As the rape continued, I shrugged and went back to bed. This was obviously put on for my benefit, to intimidate. I mean, the table being there, just at the right position for me to see out of my little window. Yeah, not a coincidence.

I wasn't dealing with pros here. Things would go my way soon enough. Just may take a bit of time.

To the continued sounds of screaming and buggery, I fell asleep once again.

Beauty sleep is important, even for displaced dictators in kidnapped bodies, after all.