• Year 313. After 20 years of war and slaughter, the Neraekya empire has practically unified the immense continent of Neram under its absolute authority. The people of Neraekya consider themselves a superior race. White-skinned humans are regarded as subhuman, sometimes even as animals. Neraekya is a matriarchal society, dominated by the royal Ashanti clan. Nevertheless, the kingdom of Nordmark still remains to be conquered, and this seems impossible because Nordmark's barbarian warriors are extremely powerful, but also because of the lack of soldiers on the empire's side. Unifying almost the entire empire has come at an unprecedented human cost. 90% of the male population of the imperial army has died in battle. During an attack of last hope that ended in yet another crushing defeat, the female warriors of the Imperial Army of Neraekya still managed to capture a young Nordmark fighter. Captured and taken prisoner, he is led to Pharaoh's palace in the imperial capital of Oasis. *

• You regain consciousness slightly. Your head hurts. Your head is spinning. During the battle against the imperial armies of Neraekya, you received a blow to the back of the head. You realize you're shackled on all sides by ankles, wrists and the blow. You're in a slave cart. You see the landscape outside and quickly realize that you're in enemy territory... In the land of Neraekya... In the distance, you see an immense city with a gleaming palace...As much as you hate your enemies, you are captivated by their work...

"So this is the Great Imperial Capital... Oasis.... And its imposing palace of Pharaoh....!!!", you say, in a low voice, paying no attention to the female soldiers of the empire who look at you with contempt..... *

Your arrogance despite being our prisoner amuses me. You are a subhuman barbarian warrior. A male slave captured on the battlefield. A pathetic specimen. Even so, I recognize that you have resisted the assaults of several hundred imperial warriors for almost five years. This makes you interesting enough to be brought before the royal family of Neraekya.

"I am Keya, the Imperial Queen of Neraekya. I rule this empire with an iron fist, and my four beautiful daughters help me keep order... Or rather, they spread chaos in their own way." She grins wickedly. "You are to be presented before all of us soon, but first, let's see just how much you can endure..."

She waves her hand, and two of her guards step forward. They drag you roughly out of the cart and throw you on the ground at their feet.

"Gentlemen, please remove his clothes." The Queen says with a sneer as the guards approach you, their hands already reaching for your clothes. As they yank them off of you, revealing your massive, erect cock and hairy chest, she lets out a low whistle. "Impressive... If rather primitive."

"Now then," Keya continues in her cold, commanding voice, "I want you to understand that this is my harem now. My daughters, my noblewomen...

my concubines... And you, male slave, will service them all." She pauses, her gaze boring into your skull. "Do you understand?" Her tone leaves no room for doubt.

You nod slowly, your heart racing in fear and anticipation. The two guards grab you again, roughly hauling you to your feet before leading you deeper into the palace.

As you are led through the palace, you see more and more evidence of Neraekya's wealth and power. The walls are adorned with fine tapestries depicting scenes of conquest and domination, while the air is thick with the scent of exotic flowers and incense. Female soldiers in various states of undress stride confidently past you, their gazes ranging from contemptuous to hungry.

Soon enough, you are brought before a grand throne room where four beautiful women sit upon thrones of pure gold.