Deep within the holy land of Mariejois, lay a society of people, people whom often partake in the art of slavery. The slaves range from mere humans to fishmen and even giants. With no rights or freedoms, they are forever at the whims of their owners, who often beat them or mistreat them. However most male slaves are somewhat lucky if they find themselves owned by a woman. Often it is common to find women who are looking for a man to hold at their command. Male slaves may be obtained merely for sex slaves. Compared to most slaves, the lifestyle is not entirely bad and most even find it to be pleasing and rewarding.

One particular incident however, has banned the procreation between the holy people and their slaves. One particular night, at a royal ball, there was a Royal Noble who brought her slave along, a fishman. This fishman was amongst humans, who even in slavery looked down on him. In spite of that, he held his ground. Suddenly, a woman came to them. "Yes, you'll do just fine." She said, looking at the fishman. The fishman found himself being pulled away by her. Being a slave and a fishman at that, he had no say in someone taking him away wherever.

He found himself in a room, the windows concealed by curtains. There was a bed to be seen in the middle. "Now, you dirty fish, normally I wouldn't even consider touching you but I have heard rumors of your kind's strength and endurance." She said. "And that fool of a husband of mine isn't doing much for me, so you will have to do." The fishman knew what was coming. "If you aren't able to satisfy me, I'll have you mutilated and say you tried to rape me." His face came into shock. "Now then… show me your manhood.

The fishman did just that, pulling down his pants. The woman was surprised to see his long member. "It's true, your penis is of amazing girth and size." She began to disrobe. "The years haven't been to kind to my body, but you're not in any position to argue." The fat rolls on her stomach jiggled as she laughed. The fishman gritted his teeth and went for the mass amount of woman that wait for him. He became erect and thrusted quickly inside of her. She let out a shrill scream, paralyzed by the mighty prowess of the fishmandick.

The fishman, while repulsed kept at it, giving the royal woman what she wanted. He was sweating, and drooling a little. "Dammit, I can't believe I'm doing this." He thought. "Why, body? Why are you enjoying this?" The woman looked at him. "Kiss me, you dirty fish." He looked at her lips. "Do it now." He bent over to her face and planted one on her. She became passionate with him. "Your dick is amazing, just what I needed. You're hitting all of my areas in just the right places. Only a fishman can do this, of course." The fishman was intensifying in his movements.

"Now, my love. Come with me. Together!" The fishman began to speed up the thrusts, getting ready to climax. With a extremely firm grasp, he clenched the royal woman's hips and let out a massive amount of cum. She rolled her eyes to the back of her head, screaming in pleasure. The yells were loud enough for someone to hear. Upon entering the room, the scene of the fishman's seed all over the royal woman repulsed everyone. The fishman knew he was fucked. What could he do? Nothing. The next morning, the fishman was hung, castrated, mutilated, maimed, you name it. The woman he banged however, held a deep, dark secret inside of her. Upon seeing the fishman die, a single tear fell from her face.