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The Conquered
Earth
Book One:
Arrival and
Enslavement
by Alias
the Rat
Part
One
There were
elements of panic all around the globe when the observatories first leaked
information that something was on a course directly for Earth. Several different
institutions used their telescopes to examine the approaching cloud of matter
and they were forced to agree that the clump of material were going to intersect
earth at a high rate of speed very soon. The amount of panic was only kept
down by the tendancy for people to dismiss or refuse to believe what the
scientists were saying. Most of them just did not think the dire predictions
could be true. Then the cloud of material came close enough that the telescopes
began to pick out details and the scientists were amazed to see regular shapes
that made up what was approaching. The spheres were huge, each a half-mile
in diameter, and they were moving in a regular formation. They were spaceships!
Who were they? Why they were coming in such large numbers was widely speculated
on. Some preached for understanding and that earth should offer a heartfelt
welcome to those creatures who had come so far. Others worried that the onslaught
was an evil invasion. But most of the world just wondered. They would look
up at the sky and try to guess what was approaching.
Aliens on
Earth were not totally unknown. J'onn J'onzz was known to be a sole survivor
of a ancient civilization on Mars. Superman and his cousin, Supergirl had
announced they were refugees from a far-off planet,
Krypton. {Note: For purposes
of this story, Earth has not had any other contacts with cultures outside
the solar system. In this storyline, The Kree, Skrulls and Thanagarians never
visited Earth. There is no Green Lantern Corps, and Adam Strange never went
to Rann.} Earth wondered what was out there and if they would ever come
into contact with civilizations from the far-flung reaches of the galaxy.
Mankind would soon greatly regret that this very event was about to
happen.
Finally the
visiting armada came to orbit the earth. A pair of boxy shuttles escorted
by a dozen sleek streamlined fighter craft left one of the massive alien
ships and swooped down to hover in the sky above Metropolis. A group of U.S.
Air Force jets circled the area, ordered to watch the visitors. They kept
a safe distance from them, as they were not to act unless the ships attacked.
The military commanders were apprehensive about the aliens, not knowing what
their intentions, and the generals did not want to do anything to cause the
start of a horrible war. But air bases all over the globe had pilots manning
their planes, ready to take off at any minute. A message suddenly appeared
on radio and television frequencies that said the Maganite, leader of the
Garathian mission to Earth, would land at the United Nations to address the
assembly about their visit.
The two
transports landed in the plaza in front of the United Nations building, and
a group of the strange visitors filed out. Basically humanoid, they were
tall and gaunt with a grey pallor to their skin. Thirty of them lined up
along the sides of the landing area and showed the obvious demeanor of soldiers.
They wore high leather boots, green shorts and tunics and had holstered weapons.
But the people watching (including a large part of the planet, as it was
televised live by all the major networks) wondered if these aliens meant
harm to Earth or were only there as ceremonial escorts for the others. For
an additional half dozen of the visitors stood between the soldiers and were
dressed more elaborately. The one in front, who was dressed in elaborate
red and gold robes, showed the demeanor of a confident leader. He was obviously
this Maganite the anouncements had mentioned. With his escort, he marched
into the building and moved to the speaker's platform in the main hall. All
of the world's representatives sat there waiting to hear what had brought
the Garathians all the way to Earth.
Near the
back of the room stood Earth's greatest hero, Superman. He watched the alien
representative move to the podium and nearly shook with anticipation. Thirty-five
years before Superman had been an infant when his suspended animation capsule
crash-landed on Earth. Growing to discover his great powers, he went through
the remains of his smashed craft and learned that he was a survivor of a
far-off world, Krypton. Some great disaster had threatened the world of his
birth, and Kal-El had been fired out into the galaxy to preserve the Kryptonian
race. Further notes about Krypton had been in his capsule, but had been destroyed
in the crash. He knew so little about the world where he was born, and constantly
wished he could find out more. Only eight years ago he had stumbled across
a second capsule of similar design that had crashed in the asteroid belt
beyond Mars. The inner workings still held another sleeping Kryptonian survivor,
a young girl whose capsule held a few more data crystals about the planet
they came from. He found she was Kara Zor-El, the daughter of his uncle,
sent to this part of the galaxy at the same time. She had been a teen-ager
and he had been a infant when they were both launched at the Sol System.
But as she had slept in the asteroid belt, he had aged. Now he was the elder
of the two. They were the only two surviving Kryptonians they knew of, and
only the sexual attitudes Kal-el had been taught on Earth kept them apart.
The rejection that Superman felt about the prospect of having sex with Kara,
once she was an adult, kept her at length. Each of them was torn with the
thoughts of sexual contact with the other that might result in keeping the
Kryptonian race from dying out. But they could not accept the idea of having
sex with someone who was such a close relative. And now these aliens from
far out in the universe had arrived. Would they perhaps know of the existence
of other Kryptonians? Would they offer Superman and Supergirl a location
where other survivors might have landed? Superman yearned to hear of a Kryptonian
mate who might be waiting for him on a far-off world. Kara also dreamed of
a man she could take in her arms and make love with. On Earth, she could
not be intimate with any man without destroying him with her super powered
body. As he watched the Maganite prepare to speak, Kal-el wished Supergirl
was there with him to see this, but word had come just minutes before that
a cruise ship had caught fire in the South China Sea. Superman had reluctantly
said he would go to their aid, but Kara knew her cousin's excitement about
the visitors and insisted her cousin stay at the UN for the arrival of the
aliens while she flew to the far east. She would re-join him as soon as she
took care of the crisis on the liner.
The voice
of the alien leader rang out. A tiny electronic unit he wore made his words
seem to be the language of the person hearing them. All over the globe, people
heard and comprehended his speech. "I am the Maganite Korevetar, a leader
sent by the Garath Empire to inform you of our intentions. Over 4000 of your
years ago, a Garathian exploratory transport found a primitive ape-like creature
on this world was capable of evolving one day into an intelligent humanoid
species. We genetically modified to some of the creatures to accelerate the
process. In their minds was planted a single command. Be fruitful and multiply.
We are happy to see you have followed our command. Now we are here to collect
the results of our work. There are elements here that will be harvested for
transport back to Garath-Prime. But mostly, we will be collecting large numbers
of your females for our use. The Empire survives with the efforts of slaves
we bring back to the inner planets. You will..." The alien's speech was
interrupted by the outraged shouts from the audience of diplomats. Along
the rows of seats, many of them got up and began to shake their fists, crying
out that Earth would not sit still for such oppression. But the Maganite
stood calmly, and the soldiers escorting him lined up and raised their firearms
to aim at the angry crowd. The weapons they held glowed red and beams of
energy shot out to incinerate the protesting diplomats. TV screens all over
the planet showed the brutal execution of the representatives that marked
the start of the war that Garath was now going to wage on the inhabitants
of Earth. United Nations security personnel streamed in and fired their weapons
at the aliens, but the electronic shield units the Garathians wore did not
allow the shots to harm them. Bullets stopped, never quite hitting their
targets. From the back of the room, Superman flew towards the podium, planning
to seize the Maganite and force him to stop the horrid invasion. The inhuman
soldier's red beams of energy hit him, and though they staggered him, he
slowly kept advancing towards his target. But the beams from the energy weapons
suddenly changed. Some turned blue, others yellow, purple or green. Suddenly
the Kryptonian felt weakness in his limbs, dizziness and sharp bolts of pain
go through him. The beams brought him down.
The Maganite
looked over at the hero, writhing in pain near the podium, and was about
to signal his escort to destroy the rebellious earthman. But one of his
assistants who had been at the leader's side suddenly looked up from the
electronic unit he held and cried out. "Great Sir! The scans of this one
have identified him as... a Kryptonian!" The Maganite spun to face the one
who had made this statement. "Are you positive? By Degarku's all-seeing gaze,
we need this one alive. Restrain him, but I don't want him damaged any
further."
Part
Two
Evan as the
representative of the Garath made his announcements at the United Nations,
the massive globes in orbit sent out wave after wave of smaller craft. Large
boxy shuttles were escorted by smaller, sleek fighters to dozens of locations
where the alien invaders went to collect the wealth of Earth. And the wealth
they were most interested in were the women of the world, to serve as slaves
throughout the Garath Empire. The shuttles landed in pre-arranged target
areas. The beaches in California, Florida, the South of France, Australia,
Hawaii and all over the Earth saw these craft pass overhead, spraying a
sweet-smelling pink mist into the air. People who looked up were either unaware
of the declaration of war by the invaders or just not expecting to be attacked,
and looked up with curiosity at the odd approaching aircraft. When the mist
dispersed into the air around them, people began to lose all mental will
to do anything. They stood and looked up at the shuttles, but made no effort
to react or flee the area.
While the
shuttles landed and disembarked squadrons of Garath warriors, Earth's air
forces were sent out to attempt to repel the invaders. But while the alien
craft all were protected by energy fields that shielded them from the gunfire
and missles, the lasers on the Garath fighters cut down the earth planes
easily. It was a horrible massacre, and in a short period of hours huge numbers
of the earth's top line fighter planes and trained pilots had been burned
out of the sky.
Meanwhile,
the squads of Garath warriors marched through the earthlings on the beaches,
pointing at women and merely telling them, though their translation modules,
to proceed to the nearest shuttle and get on board. It was pathetically easy
work for them. The pacification gas that had been applied to each collection
area had wiped any resistence from the victim's minds. In some rare exceptions,
people would resist the gas and rush at the warriors, screaming as they tried
to stop the abduction of their wives, sisters or daughters. But these people
never got a hand on any of the aliens, as they were burned to charred skeletons
before any attack even came close.
Quernasa,
a riparte {basic soldier} in the 34th Collection Regiment, walked along the
sand on Miami Beach and marveled at the sight. By Great Degarku, he thought,
this is going to be the best expedition ever!. There were so many beautiful
women here and they were ripe for the picking. He was only going to get a
simple riparte's share of the profits of this harvesting, but if all the
units were doing this well, he'd be rich when they got back to Garath-Prime.
His wife would have servants and he could afford at least a couple of concubines
for his personal pleasure. He looked at a group of young women nearby and
spoke up. "Remove your garments. Line up here for my inspection." His manhood
grew erect and throbbed as he watched the women's sleek beautiful bodies
gather around him. The women stood around him, displaying their tanned, naked
forms, and only if you looked very hard could you see the fear and terror
in their eyes. Each of them wanted to run, to flee the approach of the tall,
grey-skinned alien figure, but their resolve had been wiped out by the
pacification gas. They were totally susceptible to any order they were given.
Quernasa was especially pleased by the number of red-haired slaves he saw.
Most Garathians were especially aroused by women with scarlet hair, and here
he saw several in the crowd. They were very rare on other worlds, and before
this he'd only seen one women with crimson tresses, a Thanagarian slave in
the Maganite's harem. He had so envied the expedition leader for possessing
a red-haired woman, and now there were an assortment of them standing here
for the picking! They would bring even better prices when the harvested samalans
{female slaves} were shipped back to the empire.
The soldier
went to the nearest red-hair and dropped his pants. He thrust his erect penis
roughly into her and heard her groan in pain from the rough, nasty insertion.
She was tight, and felt great. He pumped his cock into her and she began
to lubricate her canal. Then her vagina reacted to the rough sex. She moaned
and wiggled through the rape, and he came and filled her with his alien seed.
Her gyrations and movement though the sex had been invigorating to Quernasa.
Back home most public whore-slaves had been drugged for so long that they
usually just lay there during sex, without reacting. Those cunt-bodies were
like fucking someone nearly dead. Here the women still have energy and passion.
Quernasa moved to another red-haired young lady, and repeated his pleasure.
But to his consternation, another alien, Ksenhosna, the jedant (squad leader)
walked up and yelled. "Quernasa, you worthless piece of volcka crap, you
are here to work, not to sample the merchandise! What, do you think you're
a sevalach {officer}? Start marching these samalans over to the shuttles
and get them loaded!" Quernasa hung his head and whined to the jedant. "Oh
for the praise of Degaru, Ksenhosna, the sluts are so well pacified that
they just load themselves. And there are so many. We can load the shuttles
we have here ten times over with the bounty on this beach. I've never heard
of a harvesting being so easy!"
Ksenhosna
chuckled. "Yes, we've fallen into a bonanza here. You want to know why? The
bozasts {scientists} back home fucked up! I heard that Garath was supposed
to send the harvesting ships here 1500 zomurns {about 1300 years} ago. But
they left it off the schedule and forgot it. Only recently did a historian
going through old records notice the error, and this farm has been
over-populating with the samalans. The Maganite will have to send word for
more transports. We can pack 150,000 or more on the ships in orbit, but that
will barely dent what we've seen in our scans. This Earth will make a hell
of a lot of dealers rich. But the price will drop once so many are on the
market..." Quernasa cocked his head and replied. "But not the first shipment!
They will get prime rates for these women when they see them! Especially
the red-hairs! And with a jedant's share of the profits, you'll be even better
off than me. Come on, Ksenhosna, relax a little and enjoy our good fortune.
Here, have a celebration fuck in my red-hair!" The squad leader did allow
a smile on his grizzled face. "What the hell, why not! But I don't want some
bitch your piss-ant dick has fouled! Go over there and get me a fresh red-hair..
shit, a couple of red-hairs for me to fuck!"
On a beach
in Hawaii, another group of ripartes moved through the crowds of sun bathers,
ordering the women they picked out to move to the shuttles. As at the other
raiding spots, the soldiers sampled some of their prisoners, especially the
red-haired ones. Afurzquain, one of the soldiers, tapped the shoulder of
a beautiful young woman and ran his hands over her body, feeling her breasts
and pussy as he peeled the bathing suit away. "Go over to the shuttle and
get inside," he told her. But a little girl ran up and wrapped her arms around
the woman's leg and cried, "Mommy!" The alien looked down at the youngster
and sprayed a bit of mist into the child's face. The little girl sat down
and stopped crying, and without a backward glance, the mother started walking
to the shuttle. Afurzquain looked at the girl and said, "Don't worry little
one, we'll be back for you in twenty years, when you're ripe!" He watched
as the child sat on the blanket and reached in a tote bag nearby and pulled
something out. The child removed the wrapper from a candy bar and start to
wolf it down. The soldier wondered what the child was so interested in, so
he reached in the bag and found another candy bar. He unwrapped it, took
a sniff, and finally decided to take a bite. The chocolate dissolved in his
mouth, and the taste sensation amazed him. The taste and texture of this
odd food was totally unlike anything he'd encountered on any planet he'd
been to, and Afurzquain was known for his curiousity. The other ones in his
unit always warned him he was going to poison himself someday. But the riparte
loved to try native delicacies and this thing he'd found here outdid all
the rest. He rummaged in the bag, pulling out a few more of the candy bars,
and stuffed them in his belt pack. He resolved to find out exactly what this
strange food was, and to get more. In the past, he'd made a lot of extra
gerachs {unit of currency} on the side finding unique treats to pass on to
the Garathians up in the transports who never got down to the
surface.
At Venice Beach near Los Angeles, the riparte ordering their prey to load
in the shuttles were confronted by an especially stunning red-haired woman
who wore a dark blue one piece suit with a deep plunging neckline, blue-black
gloves, boots and mask. She had a small scuba tank strapped to her back and
was using it to avoid breathing the misting gas she'd seen being sprayed.
Linda Darnell, Hollywood stuntwoman, fought crime as the Black Cat, and she
had been enjoying the beach and listening to music on the radio when she
noticed the strange craft overhead. The radio broke in with news reports
of the confrontation at the United Nations, and she was suspicious as soon
as she saw the mist being sprayed by the flyer overhead. She dashed into
a scuba shop to don her costume and grab a small breathing apparatus. She
emerged from the shop and was stunned to see what the aliens were doing to
the crowd. Sedated women were removing their clothes and either being raped
by the invaders or meekly following orders to move to the shuttles. Linda
moved to the back of the nearest alien and smashed her elbow into his neck.
This one went down and she sprinted for the next one. He saw her approach,
but his amazement at the sight of a woman warrior slowed his reaction and
the Black Cat smashed him in the chin before he could draw his weapon. With
two of them down she went for a third, but the air tank on her back, even
though she'd grabbed the smallest one they had, was beginning to weigh her
down. The soldier got his arm up and smacked her to one side when she got
to him, and as she rolled to get back up, a dart went into her shoulder.
Her knees swiftly began to buckle, and she felt woozy. One of the riparte
got to her, and ripped off the air mask. She tried to struggle away, but
the drug in the dart was slowing her reactions and making it very hard to
concentrate on what she knew she had to do. A small canister in one of the
alien's hands hissed the pink mist into her face, and all her resolve drained
away as she became pacified. One of the soldiers standing over her spoke.
"What have we here? A female red-hair who is a warrior? What kind of world
have we conquered, to see such a thing!" He reached down and pulled down
the top of Linda's costume to squeeze her breasts. "She has a fine form,
and a sweet pair of mammaries!" Another soldier ripped away the bottom of
her suit, revealing her crotch. He fingered her pussy, and she groaned and
began to feel wet at his rough molestation of her body. "I've never been
interested in fucking a warrior before, but today I'm going to make an
exception!" The Garath plunged his dick into Linda's cunt and raped her hard
and fast. The other three Garath followed him and Linda's mind reeled in
horror as she lay there being harshly fucked over and over. She wanted to
resist, but the mist had wiped out her ability to fight back. She was their
slave. After they all had repeatedly taken her, they told her to move to
the shuttle craft and get on board. Linda cried as she found herself compelled
to bring her bruised and battered body erect and follow the
order.
And on the
beaches around the globe each shuttle loaded about fifty submissive samalans
and made their first of many trips to the huge transport ships in orbit.
The expedition had scheduled the parties to take about six earth months to
load all the transports for the trip back to Garath-Prime. But the ships
were filling up way ahead of schedule. Every member of the expedition took
his pleasure with the sweet bodies that were being harvested, and they all
were happy at how the profits from such a gathering of slaves would be
distributed.
Part
Three
But soon
the Garaths discovered the first item in a long line of nagging little
disappointments with their conquest of Earth. From a planet-side complex
established for the examination of Earth material, the jegard mecand {head
medical tech} contacted the Maganite on a communicator. "Great Sir, we have
discovered something disturbing. Preliminary examinations of the samalans
being loaded up here show that there have been alterations made to them.
Many of the yellow haired women show signs that their hair was artificially
altered from black or brown. Even some of the red-hairs may have had artificial
re-coloring done. And what is worse... we are finding many examples where
the size of the mammary glands has been altered by surgical insertion of
a packet of a foreign substance." The Maganite was shocked by this statement,
and worried about how this would affect the value of their merchandise. If
these alterations were discovered after the wares were sold, the buyers would
blame him for allowing deceptive products to enter the marketplace. He remembered
the story of Cursed Dalkatar, the Maganite of an expedition centuries ago
who brought a load of red-hairs back to Garath-Prime. After they were sold,
it was discovered a chemical bath had been used to alter their hair color.
He insisted he had found the slaves on the planet Heevaa in that condition,
but when the courts ruled, he was heavily fined, demoted, beheaded, vaporized
and his ashes were left in space. His sons were castrated and lived the lowest
kind of life, hardly ranking above slaves. "Can the alterations be corrected?"
The jegard mecand replied. "We attempted to do so, but most of my technicians
are not skilled surgeons. They carved out the inserts and sewed up the mammaries,
but the survivors were mis-shappen and had garish scars that will detract
from their sale value." The Maganite's face showed concern with the prospect
of such a reduction in the value of his property. "Do careful scans of all
the bitches moving into the transports. And check the ones already loaded.
If the Earthans have medical skills that can insert these mammary enhancements,
we will force them to correct the problem, and they will probably be able
to do so with less damage to the commodity. As they are sorted out, we will
take over a medical complex on the planet's surface to correct the problem.
Set up a holding area for samalans that have to be restored to their original
condition. Keep careful watch over what we are collecting, mecand. If anything
gets back to Garath-Prime in a deceptive state, the blame will trickle down
from me onto your head."
The jegard
mecand was worried about this prospect as much as the Maganite. He had to
bring up another problem. "Maganite, at the location called Atlantic City,
collection forces were attacked by an Earth female displaying enhanced powers
who battled our men. She resisted the pacification gas and fought hard against
many of our ripartes before she was brought down. She has lost an eye, and
also has a broken left arm and extensive burns to her face and right side.
Despite all these injuries, she still required three injection darts of
submission fluid to capture. We have been examining her here at our lab and
find her to be a genetically enhanced earth human with great powers of
adaptability, strength and agility. She also wore a belt which increased
her strength even further. Before the damage, she was a perfect example of
Earthan womanhood." The Maganite fumed. "And you say our troops rendered
her useless? How are we to make a profit on this world with such incompetence!"
The tech winced. It wasn't his fault the hair and breasts of the captives
were altered, they had been so before they were harvested. And the warrior
woman could not have been taken without the damage. But he knew better than
to tell the leader that when he was so enraged. "She can be repaired. The
broken arm has been set with a splint, and her damaged skin can be peeled
and replaced with fresh membrane that will return her to near original condition.
The eye can be replaced as soon as we find a match. I have workers pulling
skin and eye material off captives who are otherwise of no value. The samples
will be preserved until the warrior female is ready for repair." The Maganite
answered. "Good. Once she has been returned to saleable shape, be sure to
brand her arm with a 'repaired goods' mark. I don't want any problems after
we get her home and sell her. Hmmm. Question her about her abilities. Find
out if there are others like her. If she is not a unique oddity, we may be
able to collect more samalans of her quality."
The medical
tech went to the room where the warrior woman was being held. He noticed
that even with a large dose of submission drug in her system, she still was
pulling against the steel restraints that held her on the table. He looked
over the readings. She was labored in her breathing, her blood pressure was
very high and brain activity was showing dangerous spurts of instability.
Her medical condition would not allow much more damage to her system. He
would have to be careful, as even in damaged condition, the loss of this
valuable property would not be acceptable to the Maganite. The jegard mecand
moved to the side of the nude captive and reached out to pull up an eyelid
to look at her pupils. As he was about to do so, he was startled to see the
female's eyes snap open. He jumped back as she growled a curse at him and
pulled at her restraints. Her broken left arm, covered with a thin, hard
plastic splint, must have been extremely painful to her and she still was
trying to pull it free. What manner of individual was this? He held up a
spray unit and gave her another faceful of the pacification gas. Her eyes
lost some of their fire, and she seemed to relax on the table. He began to
question her. "Who are you?" "Diana, Princess of the Amazons." she replied,
in a low monotone. "Amazons?..." he asked. "Are there more like you?" She
winced and blinked her eyes. Even now she was still trying to resist the
massive dosage of pacificants in her system. "There are.... there are...
about 1100 Amazons who reside on the island of Themyscira." A smile appeared
on the face of the tech as he realized what the acquisition of these Amazons
would do for the expedition. And his reporting of news of this quality would
greatly enhance his standing with the Maganite. He asked. "Where is this
place you call... Themyscira?" Wonder Woman's face tightened and her body
again went rigid. The medic could not believe she was still trying to resist.
It was a gamble, but he had to have that location. Watching the monitors
that showed her health status, he flipped a switch and a needle came up from
the table and plunged into Diana's left buttock. She moaned and went limp
as more drugs entered her system. The tech saw her heartbeat slow and feared
he had gone too far. But the Amazon Princess just barely kept her grip on
life and her heart did not give out. He bent down and repeated the question.
And in a low voice, Diana gave up the hiding place of her fellow Amazons
to the invaders who would do anything to bring them down.
The Maganite
was very pleased with the information the jegard mecand sent him. He summoned
the kherzageg {military commander} of the expedition and discussed plans
to collect the Amazons. All other harvestings on the schedule had been postponed
while the captured samalans were being scanned and sorted, and twenty shuttles
full of soldiers were readied for an attack. Each squadron of ten Garath
soldiers usually had two men armed with the weapons that fired the submission
darts. In this mission, every riparte would be armed with one. And the sprays
of pacification drugs before assault would be triple strength. The next day,
the operation hit the target island. The Amazons were taken by surprise and
were stripped of their single best weapon -- secrecy. The aliens knew where
they were and struck hard. The residents of Themyscira, led by Queen Hippolyta
in her battle armor came out to fight the invaders. But their skill and weapons
were not enough against the power that the Garath had. One by one the gas
and the tranquilizing darts brought the women down. The last to fall was
the Queen herself, holding the Buckler of Haphaestus while thrusting the
enchanted Spear of Athena at the attackers. This enchanted weapon was able
to pierce the energy shields of the soldiers who swarmed at her. Dozen of
riparte were cut down by the spear before darts that found gaps in her armor
forced her to lose consciousness. The queen was stripped of her armor and
weapons and wrapped in chains. The other prisoners, every Amazon on the island,
were securely bound and loaded on the transports. The commander contacted
the Maganite and reported the complete success of the operation. And over
a thousand of the most sexually appealing women on the face of the earth
were carried off to a Garath transport and placed in hibernation chambers.
Part
Four
Queen Hippolyta
was brought in tattered robes and chains before the Maganite in his personal
quarters. Five distinctively different alien women glanced up at the new
prisoner. One of the harem, a red-haired winged Thanagarian wearing only
a skimpy loincloth, watched how the Maganite's eyes went over the curves
of the earth woman. Shayera Hol wondered if the Garath leader would add this
woman or some other Earth female to his harem. She sighed, and hoped so.
One more samalan in the group would mean the pig would spend less time with
his cock in her. The Maganite looked at Queen Hippolyta with great interest.
Aproaching her, he pulled away what was left of her clothes and admired her
sensous body. His hand ran over her shoulder, then came to rest on one of
her magnificent breasts. "Are these real?" he asked. Hippolyta was taken
aback slightly by the question, but decided to respond. "Amazons have never
had any need for plastic surgery." The alien leader was pleased to hear this
statement. His evaluation of the value of the new prisoners skyrocketed.
He was tempted for a short while to keep this regal beauty for his own pleasure.
But each expedition was expected to make a gift of an exceptional example
of the captured samalans to the Garath Emperor. The Maganite would have sent
the first Amazon that was captured, if not for her extensive damage. This
beautiful blonde samalan would do, especially if she was a queen on this
planet. It would demonstrate the success of the venture and the public
presentation of the gift would help promote the sales of other Earthan women
shipped back to the auction blocks. He saw the woman still had defiance in
her eyes. That would cease as she would be fitted with an arm band that would
not harm her physically while it ran jolts of excruciating pain through her.
Instead of sending her back on one of the transports, which would take eight
jahrn {four months} to get back to Garath-Prime, a quick scout cutter would
take this prisoner back in half the time. And the pain band on the trip would
burn the defiance out of her. She would end up a member of the royal harem.
The Maganite would find another beauty to add to his personal slaves. Probably
a really nice red-hair. As he ordered the Amazon taken away to be prepared
for shipment, he moved over and looked down at Shayera. "Thanagarian, go
to my bed and make ready to pleasure me." Shayera sighed, and bowed her head.
"Yes, Master."
Hours later
the head data-gathering officer had a meeting with the Maganite. "Great Sir,
in examining the resources of this planet, we have discovered they have advanced
to a high level of computer usage - rare for a samalan farm. But this planet
should never have been left to its own devices for so long. My men have tapped
into an information computer network the Earthans call the Web, and it is
a valuble source of information on all sorts of things here. In a file of
material about the Kryptonian they call Superman it mentions a female called
Supergirl who is also a survivor from Krypton!" The Maganite was shocked
at this statement. It was thought that the Kryptonians had been hunted to
extinction centuries ago by the Garath Empire and by the pirate renegade
groups who raided plantets to sell slaves on the black market. The Kryptonian
scientists, desperate as their women were slowly being siphoned away, had
attempted to develop a weapon they could use against the Garathians, but
their experiments only caused their own world to explode. The energy wave
that radiated from the exploding planet swept out to hit all the systems
in that part of the galaxy, and though it did only minor damage to the Empire,
the surviving Kryptonians on other planets were affected by the green, glowing
energy blast and soon sickened and died. Kryptonian samalans had been valued
highly, and the commercial industry that dealt in them deeply regretted their
loss. At that time Garath science re-doubled its efforts to develop a successful
cloning process to try to bring back the Kryptonian race. But as had been
the case for countless centuries, any attempt to clone intelligent life was
a failure. Humanoid clones simply did not develop properly and usually had
total celular breakdown long before they reached puberty. This was why the
empire maintained its supply of samalans by harvesting beings from subjugated
planets. There had been a rumor, just a legend, that some Kryptonians had
used primitive space ships to escape, but there had never been any proof
this had happened. Until now. The Maganite had ordered a special facility
set up in a secret location on the planet's surface for a breeding program.
The male Kryptonian was held there, and the leader had ordered twenty of
the Amazon women sent there to be used to produce Kryptonian-Amazon female
offspring. Those samalans seemed the best match for the production of a viable
product. The genetics techs had taken sperm from the male captive and
artificially inseminated the Amazons to produce pregnancies. Advanced genetic
techniques would allow each woman to produce twin, or in some cases, triplet
female children. The females would be subjected to serums and radiation
treatments to accelerate the production of valuable offspring. The Maganite
did not ship the group back to Garath-Prime as he thought production of the
prized samalans here on Earth would allow their eventual sale for a much
higher profit. Back on Garath-Prime a noble family or perhaps even the Royal
Family would have seized these assets and kept the extremely valuable samalans
produced for themselves.
But if a
female Kryptonian could be found, then the two could be used to produce
full-blooded Kryptonians. The value for such a samalan would be beyond
measure! The Maganite went to his comunicator and ordered his assistant to
open a conference call to all his departmental subordinates. "You all know
that we have captured a male Kryptonian here recently. You know the profits
his presence will mean for this expedition. Profits you all will share in.
I have just been informed that on this sphere there is a female
Kryptonian. All efforts must be made to find her and capture her. She is
worth more than anything we have taken so far on this rich planet. If she
is found, she must be taken alive and in perfect condition. An examination
of the male will be made to find Kryptonian weaknesses. If dozens of our
soldiers are killed in order to capture her, this will be an acceptable loss.
But if in our efforts she is damaged, the person responsible will be castrated,
skinned and wear a pain module for the rest of his pathetic life. Are you
all very clear on this?" All of the subordinates nodded, as they too realised
the importance of the samalan's intact capture. The Maganite ended the conference
call and smiled. So many samalans harvested! The exceptionally fine quality
Amazon samalans! Now Kryptonians! This expedition was doing so well he knew
his share of the profits would be gargantuan. He wondered... could his family
buy noble status? It was not out of the question! Once a batch of female
full-blooded Kryptonians were produced, they would be so valuable that few
would be able to afford them. Some would be used as gifts to curry favor
with the Emperor and the peak families. For a chance to someday become
Lord Korevetar, the garath leader knew he would do anything. Soon,
on the day the first transports of Earthan samalans arrived on Garath-Prime,
the Empire would formally celebrate a Conquest Day. A sub-space video broadcast
would go out from Earth to all the worlds of the Empire and the Maganite
would make a fine speech, accompanied by a display of the goods that would
be entering the marketplace. It would be his finest hour. And his broadcast,
with the announcement of the Amazons and Kryptonians, would make him the
greatest Maganite in Garath history!
Part
Five
The gathering
missions of the shuttles were put back on the schedules. The beaches, where
the aliens had been rounding up their prey, were now deserted. But the Garath
changed tactics and the pacifying gas was sprayed down over college campuses
where the Garath soldiers rounded up young women by the hundreds as the girls
stood quietly while they were collected. Young women meekly followed the
orders to move to the shuttles and get on board. While this happened the
Garath soldiers picked out the most beautiful of the girls and raped them
on the spot. As this continued, bands of costumed heroes began to try to
stop the attacks.
At the University
in Paris, young mademoiselles were meekly following orders to board the shuttles
when the riparte on the operation were attacked. A man in a red suit confronted
them and cupped his hands to his mouth. Henri de Rouge moaned, and a cone
of sonic energy swept out and struck the Garath soldiers, knocking them down.
He spun, to send his sound power at others. But soldiers in the area turned
and fired at him with their lasers. His charred body dropped to the ground.
Another member of the Legion de'Liberte arrived on the scene, only to see
her lover's death. Marquisa du Gennesaile screamed at the sight and rushed
at the killers. The Mistress of Temperature put her hands on the shoulders
of one of them and her right hand froze the alien's body while her left hand
glowed and caused the other side of the Garath to burst into flame. She moved
swiftly with her intense rage, vowing horrible deaths to the fiends who had
killed her beloved Henri. But she could not get all the riparte before she
too was hit by the lasers and killed. The remaining soldiers loaded their
captives and took off.
In the Nebraska
city of Lincoln, at Great Plains University, lovely blonde-haired Angelica
Blau was in class when a loud commotion was heard outside. While people began
to exit the hall to see what was going on, Angelica moved to a empty teacher's
office along the corridor and went in to change into a skimpy blue outfit
to become the Azure Angel, superheroine. She wasn't finished when the door
opened and she heard a voice. She cringed at the thought of somebody coming
in on her in the middle of getting changed, but it was her dorm roommate,
Holly Meoquanee. The young native american girl at once began to change into
her gold buckskin bikini costume to become another costumed super-heroine,
Cornsilk. Holly spoke. "Hi Angie, I saw you duck in here. What's going on?"
Angelica pulled on her blue bikini costume, which covered very little, and
shrugged her shoulders. They soon stood, side by side, scantily-clad
exhibitionist young women who had not been working as heroines very long,
but who wanted so hard to be adventurous and famous. As they were on the
first floor, they went out the window, and Cornsilk dropped to the ground
while Azure Angel flew overhead. She saw a couple of unusual boxy flyers
swooping down toward the green park area in the center of campus, and then
heard the sirens below. A couple of the
local campus security force squad
cars rolled up and one driver was waving to the flying heroine. She landed,
and recognized Sam Garrett, who she'd dated a few times. As Holly ran up,
he cried out, "Azure, you gotta put this on!" He handed her a gas mask, and
she looked at him, puzzled. Suddenly another woman, the red-white-and-blue
clad Vindicatrix swooped down to join the group. She had been a heroine for
many years in Omaha and the two youngsters were always very excited when
they had a chance to work with the famous heroine that they had grown up
admiring. "Girls, he's right.
This attack is by those damn aliens who have been raiding beaches and capturing
Earth women. We didn't expect them to pop up here in the plains states, but
I did get a briefing report from the Justice League that warned what to watch
out for if I encountered them. They send down these shuttlecraft with soldiers
armed with nasty laser weapons after they gas the area. The gas sort of
mesmerizes you - if you are hit by it you just stand there and follow any
orders they give you. Guns and energy weapons don't work against the soldiers,
because they have some kind of energy shield. So we have to try to stop them
with hand-to-hand combat. OK?" Azure Angel and Cornsilk looked at the more
experienced heroine and nodded, and Holly said, "We'll go and kick some alien
butt!" Vindicatrix smiled, but she paused to turn to Angelica. "If you fly,
stay low. The shuttles are usually accompanied by fast fighter ships with
more powerful lasers that will burn you out of the sky if they catch
you."
Donning the
gas masks, the three women charged at the soldiers who were starting to move
pacified victims towards the shuttle. Vindicatrix flew just off the ground
and smashed into the back of a riparte, knocking him for a loop. She continued,
aiming at another while dodging ray beams aimed at her. Cornsilk charged
and used her agility and knowledge of martial arts to avoid the alien's fire
while smashing, kicking and chopping into the ripartes. But she looked over
towards the shuttles and grew worried as she saw women were already entering
the craft. Aliens there were ordering them to get on board and they were
ripping the clothes off the women who made no moves to resist. Azure Angel
tried an attack like the one she had seen Vindicatrix use, but she did not
have the element of surprise or the same manuverability and the aliens mostly
dodged her airborne attack. A flash of fire from one of them creased her
leg and she winced at the pain of a burn that ran along her thigh and calf.
She landed and charged at a couple of the attackers, knocking them to the
ground. But suddenly a dart hit her left shoulder and she staggered in pain.
She reached up and pulled it out, but her entire left side tingled and she
had barely any feeling in that arm. A riparte came at her and she was still
able to deck him with a good shot of her right fist. But she'd been slowed
up and knew she was in real danger now. She glanced around and saw her two
companions nearby, trying to fight off four alien soldiers who had closed
with them. Vindicatrix had a couple of those darts sticking in her, and as
Azure Angel turned to help, she saw with horror the patriotic heroine was
hit by another dart in the chest. Vindicator staggered and dropped to the
ground. Cornsilk was trying to hold off the attackers, but a dart hit her
leg to join the one already stuck in her arm. She was looking very weak as
Azure Angel launched herself at the group, bowling over the alien soldiers.
Holly pulled the darts out of her body and put a hand on a nearby wall to
hold herself up. She spoke to her room mate. "Get Vindicatrix out of here!
Now! I'll be alright..." Angelica worried about Holly, but Cornsilk was still
up while Vindicatrix was unconscious on the ground. Angelica grabbed the
downed heroine and sped into the nearest building. She laid her on the floor
and turned to return to her friend. But as she tried to exit the building,
she had to stop as several lasers seared the doorway, pinning her inside.
She went down the corridor inside and flew out a window. The aliens saw her
and shifted their fire, again driving her back. Finally the aliens seemed
to pull back, and she emerged from cover only to see the two shuttles begin
to lift off. She wanted to pursue, but with the burn on her leg and the effects
of the dart she'd taken, she couldn't summon enough energy to move very fast.
Flying slow in mid-air, she'd be a sitting duck for the fighters. She limped
over to where she'd left Cornsilk, and gasped in horror. Her friend was gone,
and the ripped remnants of her buckskin costume littered the ground. The
Azure Angel felt despair and a cold heart as she realised Holly had been
taken by the aliens.
Other campuses saw similar tragedies. The Crimson Avenger, Owl Girl, Captain
Rebel, Wonder Girl and Phantom Lady also wore gas masks when they tried to
block a raid at the University of Georgia, but they were driven back by Garath
soldiers. Captain Rebel was killed and Phantom Lady was very badly burned
and Wonder Girl and Owl Girl were captured. At Notre Dame University, The
Flash, Captain Atom, Supergirl, Yankee Girl and Iron Man took on two squadrons
of soldiers who were being held back for a short while. But Iron Man was
burnt out of the sky, and repeated laser burns to the Flash and Yankee Girl
and weakening beams aimed at Supergirl forced the other heroes to pull back
with their downed comrades. At Gotham State University, four shuttles had
landed to gather prisoners when they were attacked by Batman, Batgirl, Glory
Girl, the Scarlet Witch, Fire, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. The later two
young ladies decided they wanted to help against the invaders, and put other
priorities aside to join forces with their former adversaries. But the Garath
were rough on the Gotham defense group. In the air, the Brazilian heroine,
Fire, found her blasts of flame did not penetrate the shields on the fighters
while she was eventually knocked from the sky by their lasers. Those on the
ground found that even with gas masks to protect them from the mist, the
tranquilizer darts and lasers took a heavy toll. Scarlet Witch 's power was
repelled by the riparte's shields, and a couple of darts in her body made
her weak enough that she was forced to pull back from the fight. Poison Ivy
was captured and Batman terribly burned. Harley and Batgirl each were hit
and knocked out by multiple darts and while Huntress carried the ex-villainess
out, Glory Girl was able to drag Barbara Gordon to safety. By the time they'd
done this, the loaded shuttles, with hundreds of captives, took off for the
orbiting Garath transports. Heroes around the world kept trying, but the
weapons and resources of the invaders were too much for them. Thousands of
earth women were being taken away. And the riparte who had been harvesting
samalans at Notre Dame reported to their superiors that the female Kryptonian
had been encountered.
Part
Six
Several days
after her brutal interrogation, Wonder Woman still lay restrained and lightly
sedated at the Garath research facility. The jegard mecand stopped in every
so often to examine her condition, and kept her mildly drugged to the point
where she was unable to concentrate on her surroundings. Her mind was dulled
and in a daze until she caught a bit of conversation where the jegard mecand
mentioned the capture of other Amazons. Diana fought to get her muddled mind
to remember what she had said when they questioned her. They had wanted the
location of Themyscira. Could they actually have gotten it from her? She
didn't think there was any way she would have revealed it, but... The next
night, a lowly member of the cleaning crew entered the room where she was
held. This Garath worker was just a janitor, in a job where a slave would
have been used except for concerns about security of the complex. He had
been a soldier, but was demoted to grunt work after he disobeyed too many
orders. He had been able to fuck many of the sweet young women here on earth,
and now he stood and stared at Diana. Even with her injuries and scars, she
was a really exceptional samalan. He knew she was classy enough to rate purchase
by one of the noble families. Damn, if she wasn't damaged, she'd probably
have gone to the Emperor's harem. Would he ever get another chance to fuck
one like her? So he went over to her, and climbed on the table. He straddled
her and pushed his dick roughly into her cunt. She groaned, and her eyes
came open. "They said you were a princess here... well, I'm a stinking janitor
and I can fuck you. What do you think of that, princess? You are just a fucking
slave now. Anybody wants you, you'd better open your legs wide." He brought
his mouth to her left breast and began to bite down hard on her nipple. She
groaned and wiggled under him, which is just what he wanted. He continued
to chew the left nipple while a hand massaged the other breast. After a while
he came, and his seed pumped into the helpless Amazon. He sat up, and while
she had been stripped naked, he noticed the metal bracers that were still
on her wrists. He put one hand around each one of them and yanked them off
her. "No remains of your old life, princess. Now you have nothing." He tossed
the bracers to the floor and they clattered away. But when he looked back,
the pained, passive look on her face was gone. Now she had an expression
of deep rage. He was unaware that the removal of the Bracers of the Aegis
from Diana's wrists would fill her mind with immense anger. The calming effect
of the drugs was washed out of her system. Even without her golden belt of
strength, she pulled her right hand free and smashed it into the face of
the rapist. She hit him over and over until his battered body dropped off
her to the floor. She pulled free of the restaint on her left wrist, ignoring
the pain shooting through that broken arm. She reached down and loosened
the pins on the metal bands holding her ankles, and got off the table. She
picked up her bracers, but did not put them back on. Until she escaped, she
needed the rage to keep her going. She found her uniform, which the alien
scientists had been examining. She recalled they had kept it there to question
her about its properties, but the technicians had not gotten any answers
about that while she resisted. They had been forced to cut back on her dosages
to allow her to damaged body time to recover. After donning her costume,
she snuck out of the room and worked her way out of the building. She encountered
a few other Garaths, but they were technicians and cleaning crew, not soldiers,
and she brutally took her anger out on them.
Once she
exited the building, she flew low to avoid being seen, then headed north
west away from the island where she had been held prisoner towards Washington.
She mentally summoned her invisible plane, and it met her part way. She used
the plane to fly as fast as possible to Themyscira. But when she got there,
she found only the destruction the battle had left. There was damage everywhere,
but no bodies. Her mother and every one of her sister Amazons were gone.
Had they fled? Were they hiding somewhere? No, Diana knew in her heart that
no Amazon warrior would hide from a fight here on her home ground. They had
fought to the last, and the Garath had them. She looked up at the stars and
feared they were on their way to a life of enslavement somewhere out there.
Diana dropped to the ground and began to cry. But after a short while, she
stopped crying. She donned her mother's battle armor and picked up the Spear
of Athena and the Buckler of Haphaestus. A new resolve grew in her mind.
Her mother and all her sisters had been taken from her. She was alone now.
But she was still an Amazon -- the Last Amazon. The Garath would not go
unpunished for what they had done here. Diana raised the spear and swore
to Mars a terrible vow of vengeance on the invaders. They would pay -- in
blood!
The Garaths
landed dozens of their shuttles on the east end of the island of Puerto Rico
and the riparte swept the area, capturing all the women between the ages
of fifteen and forty, and burning down children, old people and men who did
not flee fast enough to the mountains along the north edge of the island.
Groups of super heroes went into the area to evacuate the people who we trying
to flee, and many of the heroes were killed or badly injured fighting the
Garath soldiers and fighter craft. Once the island had been nearly emptied,
the aliens brought shuttle loads of women back down from the transports and
boarded them in the city of San Juan in hotels and warehouses that were taken
over for use as prisons. Small Garath raiding parties in major cities over
the globe attacked hospitals and medical facilities and made prisoners of
doctors and nurses and seized large quantities of medical supplies. The jegard
mecand came to address these new captives. "We have been infuriated to find
that many of the women slaves we have captured are damaged goods. They have
been altered by the placement of an insert in the mammary gland to change
the body appearance of the samalars. We do not accept this kind of mutilation
to our property, and they must be restored. You will do these surgical
corrections and make sure the work does not detract from the salability of
the slaves. Any of them who are not restored to a passable condition will
be vaporized. Medical personnel whose work does not show a high level of
acceptance will also be disposed of. You are here as long as you live. Do
your assigned task or else." So the plastic surgeons had to work in the operating
rooms of the hospitals. They worked for twelve hours each day removing the
breast implants. Some of the doctors were not skilled enough for the job
and though they tried, their surgeries did not go well. Any doctor who lost
more than one patient or had a patient with extensive post-operative scarring
disappeared and was never seen again. And the aliens would bring in new doctors,
snatched from all over the world, to continue the grisly
work.
Also on Puerto
Rico, the rest of the city of San Juan was taken over by the Garathian units
for a large planet-side base. Soldiers and technicians were put here and
they were allowed to have their way with huge groups of samalans who were
kept in several buildings where the aliens went to satify their sexual pleasures.
In one building, thirty women from the island were joined by another dozen
brought in from the transports and they were locked up as prisoners. One
the samalars brought down from an orbiting transport was Natalia Alianovna
Romanova, the heroine known all over the world as the Black Widow. She had
been relaxing on the beach on the French Riviera the day the aliens first
attacked, and her fighting abilities had been useless when the pacification
gas had drifted over the beach, sapping the will from the women who were
there enjoying the sun on their nude or nearly nude bodies. Many, including
the Black Widow, had been ordered
to board the shuttle aircraft and had been unable to resist the commands.
As an exceptionally beautiful red-haired woman, Natalia had attracted the
attention of the Garath soldiers and she had been raped over and over while
the shuttle was being loaded. Whenever she showed the slightest sign of
resistance to this treatment, another burst of the sweetish pink gas was
sprayed in her face. Her time in the orbiting transport was no better. While
most of the captured samalans were locked away in statis tubes to prepare
them to hibernate during the long voyage back to Garath-Prime, the Black
Widow was one of a dozen women kept available to service the crew of the
transport. For these samalan it meant that half the time they were awake,
they were being fucked. Some of them would eventually be put in statis and
replaced by a new body, but Natalia was a favorite of the crew and she was
kept in the service group for week after week. One day a medical tech was
having his way with her when he thought her impressive breasts qualified
her for a special task. So she had been cleaned up and shipped out on a shuttle
back down to the surface base. With
the other terrified women, Natalia wondered what new hell she was going to
be put through. Finally one day Garath med techs came in and took the nude
women one by one and chained them into a standing position by a wall that
was covered by metal tubing. The Black Widow gasped as first one of her breasts,
then the other received multiple injections of some kind of fluid. The other
women also were treated this way, and they noticed a tingling, itching sensation
in their chests. That evening, cramps and spasms of intense pain ran through
their bodies, and their breasts began to swell. By morning, their huge distended
mammary glands were twice their former size and extremely tender. Natalia
groaned at the pain she felt, and was shocked to see liquid oozing from her
tender nipples. Then strange attachments were strapped to the breasts with
plastic tubes attached at the nipples. After that, high-ranking aliens came
to the building and repeatedly raped the women as they stood chained there.
While this happened, the evil fiends activated the mechanism in the wall
and watched as extreme suction pressure pulled milk out of the breasts of
the pain-wracked victims. The Garaths ignored the cries of the women during
the excrutiating procedure and filled their glasses. They sat around and
guzzled their delicacy. The kherzageg was the highest ranking of the Garath
who frequented the establishment nearly every day. He commented, "Ahh. Nothing
hits the spot like besalm {milk} fresh out of a samalan. I can't stand the
canned stuff."
Back in Gotham
City, Batgirl had been on call for weeks, with other costumed characters
who stood ready to respond to Garath attacks. She had not been back to her
apartment for some time, but always checked her answering machine to see
who might be trying to contact her. Most of the calls were just people worried
about her or some other woman. Calls asked, "I haven't seen you at work for
the past week, are you ok?" Or "Have you heard from so-and-so? I haven't
heard from/seen/talked to her and wonder..." Although the caller may not
come right out and say it, the underlying question was "Did they get
you/her, too?" While the crisis did not personally touch most people, it
was getting on the nerves of everyone. Women worried about their futures,
and everyone feared the worst for wives, mothers, sisters, daughters, co-workers,
friends and even the most minor of their aquaintances. Barbara called these
people back and said, "I'm ok." and gave them a little measure of relief.
But she got
a call one afternoon from her father, asking her to come right over. She
went to his apartment, and entered to find him sitting, slouched in a living
room chair. She tensed as she saw he held a glass in one hand and a bottle
of booze in the other. James Gordon hardly ever drank, and she had seen him
like this once before, the night they came back from her mother's funeral.
Barbara asked her father, "Dad, what happened? Is something wrong?" He sipped
at his drink, reluctant to give her the news he had. "Up along Descart Road,
where it snakes though the canyons, they found a vehicle that skidded off
and crashed into a deep ravine. It didn't burn, so it was a few days before
it was spotted. The driver must have been going too fast and lost control
of the... It smashed up so bad that the driver was crushed. I was there when
they brought the body into the morgue... He shouldn't have been driving.
He was hurt so bad, why couldn't he have just stayed in the hospital?" James
Gordon took another sip and didn't look up at Barbara. She felt ice in her
veins as she asked him. "Dad... who died?" Her father looked up at her and
she saw the tears in his eyes. "He was my best friend. He was the best man
in Gotham. And now he's gone. His butler, Alfred, came to claim the body.
He'll be buried as Bruce Wayne. But the word
will get out. People will need
to say goodbye to the Batman." Babs also began to cry. The Dark Knight had
been her inspiration, her mentor, the person she always strove to be. Dad
was right, people everywhere would cry for the loss of such a great man.
After another sip, the Commissioner spoke again. "I shouldn't be doing this,
Barbara, but since this has happened, I need to ask a favor of you. Could
you... promise me... that you'll be careful out there? I don't think I could
take it if I lost you, too." Babs was surprised at this. "You... you knew
I was Batgirl?" He nodded. "Of course. It wasn't hard. I was a detective,
you know. I realized early that the only thing I could do for you would be
to play along with your little secret. I worried a little, but I saw you
were as fine a hero as he was. And I was so damned proud of you. But now
he's gone, and I suddenly wonder if you could be next. Crimefighting was
dangerous, but now it's war. And the thought of those creatures getting their
hands on you..." He raised the glass, but it was empty. He tipped the bottle
into it and poured it half full. And took a sip. Barbara went to the side
of the chair and crouched down to look into her father's face. "It's what
I have to do, Dad. I can't stop fighting because it's going to get hard.
That's when you really have to buckle down. I'll be careful, Dad. But I won't
hide and you wouldn't want me to." She wrapped her arms around him and they
hugged one another. Barbara said she had better get back, and he agreed.
But after she left, he sat back down in the chair. He picked up the bottle
and the glass and drained what was in the glass. After a few moments, he
angrily threw the glass at the wall. He sobbed, and thought, why does she
have to be so damned brave! Then he just drank from the
bottle.
Afurzquain,
the riparte scrounger, was travelling in one of the shuttles as it flew to
a transport with a load of samalan. The gas was wearing off them and they
were wailing and screaming like crazy. As soon as the shuttle docked with
the transport, he unbuckled his belt and moved through the seats, spraying
mist into the faces of the panicky slaves. They calmed down, but he noticed
that a pair had barfed all over their seats. Every stinking load had at least
one bitch who did that. Now he had to get out of here before... "Afurzquain,
stay on the shuttle and clean up the mess." The squad leader stuck Afurzquain
with the crappy job. Damn! Why couldn't the jedant just once pick one of
the others for this shit task! The other soldiers began unlocking the restraints
and herding the slaves into the transport. It didn't take Afurzquain long
to clean the mess up, and at least everybody else had moved off and he was
alone to pull out the bags of choca he'd brought for sale to the crew on
the transport. As he got out the hatchway, Virangeck was waiting for him.
This fellow was a member of the supply squad, and he was assigned to move
the arriving samalans through processing into the hibernation chambers, and
to move supplies into the shuttles for the troops on the surface. Virangeck
grabbed Afurzquain's shoulder and pulled him down a side corridor. "Did you
bring more? I need more of the choca! I'll buy whatever you have!" The riparte
was surprised by how desperate the supply tech sounded. He'd just sold him
a five pound bag a few days ago. Was the idiot gulping the stuff down? No,
he probably was just re-selling it at a big markup and had a lot of other
transport crew members interested in the flavorful new treat.
But Virangeck
had been wolfing down the chocolate he'd picked up. He'd wanted to
have the supply he bought last a while, but he kept going back to his locker
for another bar until he found he'd finished off what he had. After that,
he couldn't think of anything else. Since he started consuming the strange
Earth material, he hadn't been able to sleep much at night, and all he could
think about was the taste of that wonderful stuff. He had gotten into arguments
with other crew members over the most petty little things, and he couldn't
really concentrate on his work. The sevalach {officer} of his detail had
been down on him twice today for the slipshod job he was doing. But all Virangeck
cared about was the choca.
This was
evident to Afurzquain as he looked at his fellow Garath. He saw signs he'd
seen before, of a person who was getting something off a planet that was
addicitive. He'd seen that in past expeditions. But the choca couldn't be
the cause of this. After all, he'd seen the Earthans would give the stuff
to their younglings. How could it be harmful? But he didn't know that chocolate
was a big source of caffeine. And caffeine is highly addictive and dangerous
-- especially to the Garath who were more susceptible to its effects. On
most of the transports, crew members were buying the candy off the soldiers
and becoming hooked on the innocent looking material.
Part
Seven
A defense
headquarters had been set up on the north edge of Gotham City to try to improve
the reaction time to Garath raids. Communications and radar tracking were
tied into the building, and military and costumed hero personnel were based
there. Similar set-ups were being done all over the world in an attempt to
do something to stop the alien attacks that were slowly claiming so many
victims. By now, there were reports that over a hundred thousand women had
been taken, but with the distress and confusion, no one was sure if this
was accurate or if even more had been carried off.
In the control
room of a transport in orbit overhead, a Garath technician called to his
commander. "Sir, the scanner reports the target was moving towards the city
they call Gotham. She is in this location." His commander went to a communicator
and put a pre-arranged plan into effect.
In the base
ready room, Barbara Gordon and Rebecca Hooper sat and picked over the meal
they were trying to get down. It was a not-too appetizing emergency ration
package, as the unit's commissary had yet to be made operational. Batgirl
asked, "Becky, how are your folks? I know they were both asked to serve."
Glory Girl replied. "Mom has been going on missions with a unit of costumed
heroes who will do infiltration and espionage against the aliens. Plastic
Man and Shadowcat are among the people who are working with her. Dad has
been sent down to Metropolis to help out. He called last night and said that
it's getting rough down there. People in Metropolis are really depressed
about the loss of Superman. And everywhere the attempts to stop Garath raids
just seem to get beat up and the aliens get the women away no matter what
we do." An officer walking by broke in. "That's how it works. By the time
we get there it's too late. Military response is too slow. We have to travel
to the attack site by truck, and when we get there, the shuttles are already
leaving. They've tried using choppers to respond to attacks, but those damned
fighters of theirs just burn the choppers out of the sky. Even you supers
are getting burned out when you fly in..." Glory Girl winced, as she constantly
worried about that very thing happening to her father if he got too reckless.
Batgirl grabbed Becky's arm and pointed. Rebecca looked up to see that Supergirl
had entered the cafeteria.
Barbara spoke.
"Hi, Kara. How you holding up? Have you heard anything about your cousin?"
The Maid of Might shook her head and sat down to join her friends. The strain
was evident in her face. "No one has any idea what happened to him. We can't
figure out why he was taken. The aliens had only been stealing women in their
raids." Supergirl's head sagged down, her chin resting on her chest. "Considering
what those horrible bastards have been up to, I am scared to death thinking
about what they're doing to Kal. Is he dead? Or are they doing some horrid
things to him?" Barbara and Rebecca each put a hand on one of Supergirl's
shoulders. Babs spoke. "You have to hang on and hope, Kara. Pretty soon we
will start to figure out how to fight these scum and once we get the upper
hand we'll find out where Superman is and we'll get him back. At least you
know for sure he's a prisoner. There are a lot of heroes that have just
disappeared. So many of our forces have fallen to their lasers. It doesn't
leave much behind. So we never know who may be dead or just
missing..."
Alarms suddenly
began to clatter and the three costumed young ladies lept to their feet and
ran down the hall to the command center. Supergirl got there first and was
surprised to see the Flash, heavily
bandaged, manning a console.
Kara spoke, "Flash, what are you doing here? You were hurt pretty bad at
Notre Dame University when we tried to stop that raid. I thought you were
still in the hospital." The Scarlet Speedster answered. "I'm still pretty
banged up, but I figure I can help here on the communications desk. I can't
just lay in a hospital bed while all this is going on!" Batgirl and Glory
Girl entered the room, followed by Vigilante, the Creeper, Daredevil and
the Black Hood. An officer at the radar consoles turned and yelled. "We've
picked up two Garath shuttle craft coming our way." Batgirl asked, "Are they
going for Gotham University again?" "No..." the officer stared down at the
radar plot. "They're going further south. Someplace between Gotham and Granite
City.. But what would they attack in that area?" The Flash broke in. "Wait...
of course! Stonehaven Mall!" Everyone turned to the speedster and asked,
"Why?" The Speedster groaned and replied. "It's a phrase that no longer has
the innocence of the past, but it's where a guy would go to pick up
chicks!"
Batgirl went
to the large scale map mounted on one wall. She stabbed at the mall's location.
"It's just what they would want. The massive mall complex halfway between
Granite City and Gotham has more than a hundred stores and will be full of
shoppers. Plus there are all the women who work there. A lot of young women
clustered in a small area. Captain, get your men on their trucks heading
that way. We costumed heroes will move to at least slow them down so you
can try to take them on before they get away." At once, Batgirl, Vigilante,
and Glory Girl ran to their motorcyles and roared off, with the Creeper,
Daredevil and the Black Hood riding with them. Supergirl flew overhead, staying
very low to avoid having to take on the fighters that would be escorting
the raid. She could withstand being hit by the more powerful lasers on the
fighters, but they would daze her and knock her out of the sky if too many
attacked her.
As they
approached Stonehaven Mall, the seven heroes saw a pair of alien shuttles
had landed on the top of the parking structure. Inside the mall, gas was
being pumped around and the people were milling about aimlessly. Quernasa,
the Garath riparte, was inside walking through the mall, ordering women to
proceed to the shuttle. He stopped suddenly as he saw a shop window. There
were the strange food packets he had heard about from the workers up on the
transport. What did they call it? Choca, he thought. Supposedly it was a
rich invigorating substance and the workers on the transport were paying
plenty of gerach for the stuff. He went into the store, grabbed a couple
of shopping bags and began scooping the candy bars into them. He heard a
cry, and he glanced behind the counter where he saw two sales ladies cowering
in fear. Hmm, he thought, they didn't get enough of the gas. It probably
didn't circulate evenly here in this structure. He took the canister from
his belt, sprayed them, and ordered them to stand up. He admired the shapely
appearance of the females, as they were very acceptable samalans. He ordered
them to go to the shuttle, then suddenly a thought came to him. "Each of
you -- take a couple of these bags and fill them with choca. Take it with
you to the shuttle." He smiled. He would take a bag himself, and accompany
the pair back to the shuttle. When then got there he would stash the treasure
in the storage compartments. And as he walked the heavy-burdened slaves out
to the landing area, he unwrapped one of the chocolate bars and ate it. While
he enjoyed the rich taste of the treat, he reached a hand out and peeled
the clothes off the women. Mesmerized by the pacification gas, they could
not even protest this treatment. They were very nice indeed! Once the goods
were taken care of, he'd enjoy fucking his two little
mules!
But outside,
the alien soldiers herding women towards their shuttle suddenly encountered
the costumed heroes. While their personal energy shields protected them from
bullets or energy attacks, in hand to hand combat, they could be taken down.
It was just very hard to hurt them. Batgirl tackled one of the ripate and
knocked him to the ground. She shouted, "All you women -- run and hide! Stay
hidden!" The captives began to scatter, as they were vulnerable to any orders
they heard. Barbara hoped that the aliens would not have a chance to round
up the women once the army units got here. But back at the defense headquarters,
the officer manning the radar plot suddenly noticed with horror that six
more Garath transports were heading for that same spot. The operation had
been a trap!
At the mall,
they didn't notice right away as the other transports dropped a huge swarm
of additional Garath troops into the fight. Gradually, they looked around
and found they were facing many more of the enemy than they were prepared
to take on. In the excitement, none of them noticed that attackers were not
using their lazers, only the dart weapons. One by one, they were each hit
by two or three of the darts, and they weakly crumpled to the ground. Finally
only Batgirl and Supergirl were still trying to take on the swarm of riparte
that surrounded them. Batgirl took a dart in her shoulder, and she desperately
tried to stay alert and keep striking out at the Garath. But her dodging
finally failed her and another pair of darts went into her back. Barely
conscious, she dropped to the pavement. She trembled with fear as she
contemplated the aliens taking her away into slavery. But the Garath forces
left her there, and concentrated on Supergirl. The Maid of Might kept striking
out at the riparte, knocking them down left and right. But there were so
many, and they used their ray guns on her, hitting her with yellow and green
beams of light that disoriented and weakened her. Finally, she too dropped
to the ground and the attackers rushed over her. Pulsating silver chains
were wrapped around her and they lifted her up and took her to the nearest
shuttle. Barbara lay there helpless as they walked right past, carrying one
of her best friends away. The riparte all got into the shuttles and then
took off, leaving the other heroes helpless on the pavement as the army Ranger
units pulled up.
Part
Eight
In San Juan,
at one of the commandeered hotels, a fancy corporate conference suite was
the scene of a meeting of many high ranking Garath officials. The Maganite
sat in a plush leather armchair and spoke to the others around the polished
hardwood table. "The female Kryptonian has been taken. Excellent!. What have
you to report on the status of the operation?" The commander of the transports
was the first to stand up and give his report. "Great Sir, Twelve units were
fully loaded with just over 23,000 samalans taken in the harvesting of the
initial attacks and they are well on their way to Garath-Prime. They will
arrive there on schedule in about four jahrn {two months} and be moved through
the slave auctions on schedule for Conquest Day. A second group of ten ships
will leave in a few days with about 19,000 for the auctions. With the huge
over-population on this planet, we could have sent all the transports back
with over a hundred thousand if not for the problems with adulterated mammaries."
The Maganite thought about this. "This is not totally a disadvantage. Too
many loads sent back to the auctions at once would have driven the price
down and the market would have reacted badly. This delay will allow word
of the exceptional quality of the initial women sold to spread to other buyers.
Demand will be high as soon as the following shipments reach the market.
Are we certain the samalans that went out were all checked for impurities?"
This he directed to the jegard mecand {head medical tech}. "Oh yes, Great
Sir," the tech responded. "Every
breast on every samalan has been scanned on the transports and whenever an
artificial insert has been found, the woman is shipped back to planet-side
for re-processing. The females going through this route have been brought
back to acceptable condition in nearly 75% of the cases, and the ones that
could not be repaired were destroyed. We found that Earthans medical personnel
have a tendancy to specialize, which is why many of the ones we brought here
at first did not perform satisfactorily and had to be eliminated. Now that
we are seizing medically-trained humans who are best in the areas of surgery
and samalan medicine, we have a much better success rate. In the matter of
the breeding program, the male Kryptonian has been an ample source of sperm
and the Amazons we assigned for breeding are bearing two or three young each
that will be forced to emerge from the host in one third the normal gestation
time for Earth females. Once the female Kryptonian is taken to the facility,
she will be multi-impregnated at once. Do you wish us to use the full program
of drugs and radiation on her also to reduce the time for the offspring to
develop? The risk to the host form increases as the time-frame is reduced.
The Amazon breeders have had some cellular damage and internal breakdown
from the processing." The Maganite replied. "Keep the gestation acceleration
on the Kryptonian minimal. For at least the initial pregnancy, monitor her
closely. As soon as she produces her first litter, step up the treatments
in the following pregnancies as you slowly determine how much pain she can
take without any important damage being done to her or the young. As soon
as the Amazons give birth to their litters, repeat the cycle. I want them
producing half-Kryptonian children for us every six jahrn {three
months}."
The Maganite
turned to the kherzageg {military commander}. "What is the status of conquest?
Have the earthans begun to accept their place?" The kherzageg frowned. He
was not afraid to be honest with the Maganite, unlike most of the lackeys
around this table. "Resistence remains in place. They are too stubborn to
accept their low status. Despite the uselessness of their efforts, they resist
our visits to load more samalans. When the transports return from Garath-Prime
for further harvesting, Great Sir, I would recomend that further riparte
are brought here..." The Maganite cut off this request. "What? You want
more soldiers? Those expenses would be totally unacceptable, kherzageg.
It is inevitable that the Earthans will learn their place, as have all the
worlds the Empire has visited. Once the conquest is complete, our scientists
will do what they have done on all the subjugated worlds -- the air and water
supply will be altered to affect the population. Afterwards, 80% of all births
will be female and our transports will arrive every few years to harvest
the best of the crops we have raised here. And the Earthans will learn to
meekly bow under our rule."
Another meeting
was underway at that same time at the Pentagon in Washington, DC. The Joint
Chiefs of Staff and the President were being briefed by the head of the Special
Powered Espionage Unit that had been given the task of getting information
about the aliens and their technology. Donna Hooper, the costumed super-heroine
known as the Shady Lady, had retired long ago to raise her daughter. But
the desperate times had brought her back into service for mankind. She had
the ability to be nearly invisible in low light and to pass her body through
barriers by becoming semi-solid. Her group included other super-powered
individuals like Plastic Man, Nightcrawler, Shadowcat and Nightshade, all
who were adept at stealth and working secretly. "Sirs, my team has been taken
by submarine to San Juan repeatedly in the past couple of weeks. We go in
at night and move through the alien base collecting information and material
to improve our knowledge of how they operate. The scientists based in Miami
have been able to analyze the material to figure out how we can access the
equipment the Garaths have that corresponds to our computer gear. Now every
night we go in, we download plenty. We have their records of movement, their
equipment maintenance procedures, and details of what they are doing and
what they plan to do. We can use this to develop ways to stop them. We can
build gear to tap into their communications and listen to everything they
say. Our linguistics people are developing ways to read their written language,
and to go through the papers we have copied and the written manuals we've
picked up in our infiltration raids into San Juan." A general spoke up. "That's
exceptional work, Ms. Hooper. You and your team have done a fine job and
are definately changing the course of this war." Donna looked up from her
notes and frowned. "Sirs, I feel I should pass on a request made by a member
of my team. While going through the streets of San Juan night before last,
on our way back to the submarine, we saw things... piles of charred bones.
The remains of women who were not 'satisfactorily restored' by the plastic
surgeons and were discarded. We went past buildings where women were being
raped by the Garaths. It wasn't easy listening to the screams and not being
able to do anything about it. The young lady named Nightshade, Eve Eden,
asked me... begged me... to request something. She would like you to have
a package on the next sub going to San Juan. Could you plant a nuke in the
middle of the harbor, and set it off afterwards?" The President grimly spoke.
"You would have us do that? With the thousands of women who are prisoners
there?" Donna looked him in the eye and replied. "It's not my request, Mr.
President. But I'm not sure it would be wrong. Eve thinks that each of the
women in that hell-hole would prefer to be dead than in the hands of the
Garath." The President sighed. "I see your point. But I am afraid we are
not ready to follow that course of action. If there is a chance that your
work may alter the path of the war, some of those poor wretches may still
have a slim chance to see freedom once again. We have to
hope."
Later, when
the costumed heroes were back at the Gotham headquarters, the survivors of
the battle at the mall had time to recover from the drugs that had disabled
them. They sat at a conference table, reporting to the officers what had
happened and what they'd seen. "Well, at least we can be pleased that we
came out ahead this time." The commander glanced over the notes in front
of him on the table. "They had eight shuttles there, and the last six that
arrived didn't load any prisoners before they took off. We succeeded in driving
them off this time..."
Batgirl turned
and snarled at him. "WE DIDN'T STOP THEM! They did everything they
wanted to do! Glory Girl and I were down, helpless, and they walked right
past us to take Supergirl. That was what they wanted all along. Don't you
see? In any other case, you don't think they would have taken Glory Girl?
Look at her, commander, her body is just what they want. And they didn't
take me -- a god-damned red-hair, the type that really gets them hot. I thought
it was all over for me. But their soldiers rushed right past, barely giving
me a glance. They had their weapons set up to take Kara down, and they had
special restraints to hold her once she went down. It wasn't the arrival
of your Rangers that sent them skyward. They were loaded back up and lifting
off even as your men got there."
All the room
stared at Batgirl as she continued to speak. "They control the air, they
have weapons we can't stand up against and they attack us at will. We have
to find a way to counter those problems. And we will keep fighting until
we do. At that point, the people of Earth will push these scum back into
space and reclaim our planet. Until that happens Commander, don't take an
action where I lost one of my best friends and call it a victory. The only
thing we can do worse than losing is to claim we won."
And the forces
of Earth (including the costumed heroines) did find ways to fight back. That
part of the story will be told in...
THE CONQUERED
EARTH - Book Two - Resistance and Rebellion
- watch for
it!
Author's
Note:
This story is inspired by a huge variety of sources. But I have
to point out two. One, of course, is the movie Independence Day, in
which the massive ships of aliens came to Earth to conquer and destroy mankind.
Nearly as big an inspiration to me were the Colonization series of
science fantasy books by Harry Turtledove which feature an alien race coming
to Earth at the time of World War Two and trying to conquer our planet and
keep humans as slaves. They fight the resistant Earthlings through the years
and in that series too, they found Earth's inhabitants are not to be messed
with. I highly recommend the books. Then there are so many other tales of
aliens trying to conquer humankind. Adapting these ideas to cover a tale
in which the sexual enslavement of female humans would be the aim of the
aliens was my idea. It gives the plot an interesting new spin.
In this story, I strove to construct a tale which had really
interesting characters who seem believable, exciting action, and a plot that
moves along with elements to keep you interested. I am very hopeful that
some of you agree.
In order to give the war a global setting, I had to include
a few none-American references. I probably could have included sections about
alien raids in Hong Kong or South Africa. Would Sheena have been able to
stop a Garath raid? It seemed logical to include
Henri de Rouge and Marquisa du Gennesaile,
two of the members of the Legion de'Liberte I created in an episode of the
Glory Girl series. Oddly enough, they both died in that story, also. Maybe
someday I'll do a story with them where I don't kill them off. I also kill
off or horribly mangle other characters, some of whom are not my own. With
the Garath attacking colleges, I thought it would be a good idea to use Angela
Blue's Blue Angel and her friends, all campus based in her stories. But not
wanting to do nasty stuff to her people, I changed them to become Azure Angel,
Vindicatrix and Cornsilk. I thought of having one of them die, but it didn't
happen. I did kill off Batman. Wow. As this story is super-heroine oriented,
I needed people to die to highlight the sense of people facing grave danger.
And in this part and in the next one, I wanted Batgirl, Wonder Woman, Supergirl,
the Shady Lady and Queen Hippolyta to have very important roles in the story.
Each of them will overcome extreme hardship to move towards a thrilling
conclusion. What is odd is that my own character, Glory Girl, isn't having
as big a part in this tale as I originally planned. I keep discovering other
options. But I do want to keep writing many other well-known characters into
the story.
Please note
that while Glory Girl and other characters of mine appear prominently in
this story, the events here are not tranferable to the Glory Girl series.
Things that happen in this storyline are not happening in the regular Glory
Girl series. I would very much
like to get any feedback you might have about my work. E-mail me at
therat4040@yahoo.com and give me your thoughts about my little story.
-- Alias the
Rat
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