Beware the Swarm Part 10
BY: Snakeman


Pink harem pants, the matching pink slippers, the glittery golden pasties, a pink leather collar and a golden leash with a pink leather strap around Hannah's left wrist, Sara was turning heads left and right. After a short taxi ride from the space port, Sara and Hannah were a bit shocked to find the parking lot jammed, as was inside it seemed. As they walked in they could hear the band playing some peppy tune, but the attention was on them for the moment.

Hannah on the other hand wore a pair of skin tight low rider slacks with a floral print button down blouse which was left more than half open to showcase her awesome braless chest and she wore twin hip holsters with blasters. Normally she'd do a few more buttons, but she felt the need to draw some attention away from the princess. Even with her hair dyed black and curled there was still a big risk someone would catch on.

"Ah.Miss Holt. If we knew you were coming we would have saved your table. The best we can do is table seven up front and to the side. Will Captain Worski be joining you tonight?" the nicely dressed man standing behind the desk asked as he eyed both women. Hannah had never been in with a slave on her wrist, but he remembered her being attached to Captain Worski a few years before and before that on Titus Paris' wrist. That was until she wiped the floor with one of his doormen. Who would have thought a 140 pound looker could make a 275 pound well built man tap out.

"No, I came ahead to start the paperwork on a small ship we'd like to sell. It needs new carpeting which we'll take care of soon, but otherwise it's ready to go. Are you sure you couldn't give me our usual table?" Hannah placed her hand on the desk, showing the golden glint between her fingers from the two coins she was trying to bribe the man with.

"Sorry Miss Holt, but Captain Harold has requested that table and paid the boss quite a hefty sum to secure it. He wants to be seated at the door to the holding area, and with what he's showcasing tonight I think we all understand why." the man said with a smile.

As Hannah handled business Sara looked about. Just as Hannah had said every girl sitting at a table was dressed like her, though the colors were different. The place was packed with hundreds of patrons, a good couple of dozen of them young pretty slaves on leashes. Either slaves or according to Hannah they could be a patron's wife or girlfriend with this being the only way to get in. All the women dressed as slaves were sitting next to a grinning man with his arm around them holding one of their breasts, or his hand under the table with their slave looking uncomfortable. Waitresses moved about carrying small trays full of drinks and they were dressed slightly different. The waitresses also wore harem pants, but on top they wore small white halters that showed a lot of cleavage and were embossed on the right breast with the Harem Club logo.

Over to the side were six areas behind shear curtains, in one a naked girl was bouncing on the lap of a man as the others in the group laughed and drank. It was hard to tell through the curtain, but to Sara she seemed young. Late teens with B-cups at the most with two big hands squeezing them.

Off to the left of the stage was a man behind a mixer console playing the music and just in front of him as a small dance floor. Three couples seemed to be enjoying themselves as the moved to the beat. Three girls in harem pants, swiveling their hips as their nearly naked boobs shook and bounced. The well built blonde with DDs seeming to draw her share of attention.

"HANNAH, good to see you." the voice of a very happy man said as he walked in behind them. Sara and Hannah looked to see a man with two slaves in tow. One a small young skinny blonde teen that couldn't have been more than 18 or 19 with perky A-cups, her long hair in a ponytail. The other slave was in her mid to late 20s and had a fuller figure, her dark shoulder length hair hung free and framed her pretty face. She was a few inches taller than the other at about 5'7" and was curvier as well. She seemed a little heavy, but Sara noticed many men eying her huge breasts that swayed as she walked.

Hannah had seen Debby before, she had been with Jacob for seven years. The girl was less curvy then having only been in her teens. And Jacob wasn't her first master, Jacob had claimed her from Mike Floyd for a fairly large unpaid bill. Being a professional gambler meant his assets came in went, but somehow he always seemed to be able to keep his hands on Debby. And now he had a new and, from the looks of her, innocent teen. To Hannah, Jacob should know better than to bring her here obviously so early in her training. Sometimes new slave girls can cry and make a disturbance when having to perform their duties in a public place like this, or even in private.

"Jacob Wilson, nice to see you too." Hannah's nervous welcome made Sara cringe. Hannah gave the man a warm hug, then stood a moment and eyed the skittish looking teen. "I see you have a new one."

"Won her in a card game. Her father didn't have cash to cover my raise so he put up little Jenny here. Just got her today and I can't wait to try her out. But I see you have someone with you as well." The way the man eyed her made Sara want to crawl away and die. He was tall and fairly good looking, but something about him gave her the creeps. It was like he could look right through her. Or through her clothes as his eyes scanned her from top to bottom and stopping for a moment at her crotch. And his giddiness at being the one to ruin the poor little girl made Sara want to scratch his eyes out, then lock his ass in the dungeon for a good 50 years.

"Remember Smithson?" As the man nodded Hannah asked "Remember his wife? Well this is her niece, Helen. Seems they were desperate to pay off some bills after a couple years of drought"

"Seems a bit old to be in that position." Jacob wouldn't let on he knew Hannah was lying. The Helen she was referring to was a brunette and busty, but she was also about 20 pounds heavier. Mostly in her ass. But to a gambler everything was a game and figuring out just who this great looking girl was and why Hannah was lying about her was a challenge he couldn't pass by, especially if he could find some way to get Hannah cornered into making a wager for the slave's services. Lucky for him Hannah had no clue he knew the family that well.

"Widowed. Her husband died in a mine cave in last year and her parents end up taking her back home." Hannah answered.

The creepy man looked out at the biggest crowd he'd seen at the club for as long as he could remember. Again, lucky for him. "Seems your table has a reserved sign with Harold's symbol. And the only other table is the one near the bathrooms. Why don't you join us. Tanner and Bishop won't be coming so there's plenty of room with us."

Hannah's eyes shot open and Sara caught why quickly. The only other table they saw unoccupied was behind one of the curtains. It was further from the slave holding area, but it had a clear view of the door and the stage. As if reading Hannah's mind Sara nodded with her eyes, signaling she was okay with it. Not that she was, but they had come this far and her boobs were essentially exposed anyway.

"Sure, thank-you." Hannah replied as she started taking off her holsters. Weapons were not allowed in the club, but outside a girl needed protection. Sara could see the concern in Hannah's eyes as she handed her weapons to the man behind the desk and her back was to Jacob. The plan was to be near the entrance to the slave holding area and now they were going to end up sitting with some creepy guy with two slaves.

Sara walked along silently behind Hannah as they were led by Jacob and his slaves across the crowded floor with man after man eyeing her and the other two slaves. Sara could swear she felt the heat from their gazes as they ogled her breasts and the rest of her body, it was as if they could see right through what little clothing she was wearing. The area behind the curtains had three sofas around a central low table. The table had glasses and bottles of different kinds of booze to be ready for what ever the guest wanted.

As soon as they got through the curtain Jacob's older slave wasted no time in peeling off her pasties. Sara rolled her eyes, but followed suit. Jenny on the other hand held her gaze down at the floor and looked as if she was ready to cry.

Jacob sat on the sofa to the right and gestured for Hannah to sit across from him. As his more experienced slave pushed her harem pants down her legs and exposed her thick black bush, Jacob looked at Debby sternly and shot his glance at Jenny who was about ready to break down. The girl should have known what to expect the moment her father informed her of her new status, and Debby should have already explained a few things to the girl.

Sara placed her harem pants over the arm of the sofa and was gently pulled by her leash to sit at Hannah's side. "Some day you will be a senior slave and it ill be your responsibility to help train newer slaves." Hannah stated as a way of letting the princess know what was going on.

Sara watched as the older, bustier slave whispered in Jenny's ear and at the same time peeled the young girl's pasties off for her to reveal the girls small pink areolas. Hannah had her hand on Sara's thigh and Sara could feel the tension as the older slave then squatted down and slipped the girl's harem pants down and she tried to cover herself with her hands.

Tears streaked the young girl's face as Jacob smiled and said "I like to get them new and fresh, but the initial training is such a hassle." It was all Sara could do not to jump over the table and strangle the man for his comment.

The older slave tossed the garment onto the other sofa and stood up. She again whispered something into the young girl's ear and the girl nodded her understanding. Jenny was then escorted to sit next to her master on his left side, then the older slave took hold of Jenny's wrists and moved her hands. One was placed on her master's leg, the other on the sofa beside her. Hannah again explained as the older slave took her place on the other side of her master. "Someday you will train a younger slave. The right side of your master is where his favorite sits. Where Jenny is new and being trained her trainer usurps that position until such time as Jenny earns the right and her master grants her that right."

Sara never knew being a slave was so complicated. Do what your told was about it to her until now. Sara could feel Hannah's grip tighten on her thigh as Jacob placed his left hand on Jenny's thigh and the girl cringed. And it got tighter as Jacob's hand slid up to cup his new acquisition's pussy. The man should know to start slow in a public setting with a novice slave. He should have first slipped his arm around the girl and held her close for a while with his hand on her ribs, then slid his hand up to gently cup her tit.

Jenny's eyes shot wide open, her lower lip quivered and her whole body trembled. Hannah's jaw was clenched, but Jacob couldn't tell as his gaze was down at his hand holding what was promised to be a virgin pussy.

Hannah grinned then twisted around, throwing her leg over Sara's lap and pressing her lips to the princess'. She kissed the princess on the lips, then on the neck. "If I have to watch him."

"Offer him a blow job from me. He'll still have her later, but we won't have to watch." Sara whispered back quickly with the music covering their conversation as Hannah nuzzled her neck. It was clear to both of them jenny was scared to death and neither wanted to see the embarrassing scene that was about to unfold. If Hannah was thinking like she was Sara was going to blow a gasket if they had to watch Jacob take the girl's virginity in a place like this.

"You sure?"

Jacob enjoyed the sight of Hannah as she made out with her nicely built slave. His hands cupping the pussies of his slaves and the view of Hannah's tight ass as she was bent over on top of the curly haired brunette, and how her tight pants molded to her ass and pussy had him in heaven. Hannah's hand massaging her slave's big full tit and the sight of Hanna's camel toe had him nearly ready to shoot his load. He had tried many times years earlier when she used to come in with Tutus and Alex to somehow maneuver them into a wager for her or at least her services for a night or two, but they never took him up on his offers. They even turned down chances with Debby and her little sister, Heather, when he had her as well.

Hannah sat back down and bit her lower lip as she eyed Debby. She was about to offer Jacob a deal, she'd like to have a go with Debby and her big tits and Jacob could play with Helen as he knew her. But just as she was about to speak the music stopped and a loud murmur filled the ,main floor. All heads turned as Captain Harold walked in with his first officer and ten other men. On his right wrist was a black leather strap connected to a silver colored chain. At the other end of the chain was a black leather strap around a striking blue young looking woman's throat.

"So that's her." Jacob said as if he were thinking aloud. "I can't imagine how much she's gonna go for, but it's clear I don't have it. From what I hear there's a good dozen or so buyers willing to pay over a hundred million for her, and they haven't even seen her yet."

"She's a one of a kind. No one's ever owned an alien before." Hannah commented as she and Sara were like everyone else, watching Captain Harold take his prize through the crowded club and to the holding area.

Hannah gritted her teeth as she thought how they were going to get the small transmitter in her slacks to her. From the looks of her if she were human she'd still be a teenager, but being an alien she could be any age Hannah thought. From all they knew her people could only live to be only 20 years old and she could be 3 or 4. Or they could live to be a thousand and she could be a couple hundred years old. There was no way of telling.

But it was clear she was attractive, if you like blue skin. She was tall at a little over 6 feet, and on the thin side. But Hannah and every man in the place was noticing those big tits of hers. They had to be at least DDs, maybe even DDDS Hannah thought. Captain Harold had her dressed in a men's shirt tied between those big breasts as a halter top and a tight fitting pair of short pants as a teaser for the big reveal later in the evening when there would be a live broadcast with bidding starting right afterwards. She was over dressed to be in the club, but then a little mystery would boost the interest level and possibly push up her price. And technically since she wasn't human an argument could be made that the usual rules didn't apply in her case.

Hannah was getting wet just watching the alien walk with her chin up and chest out, breasts that were too firm to be true at that size. That is unless you work out intensely like Hannah had for years. Even with her hands cuffed behind her back and a 3 foot cable connecting two ankle cuffs she still managed to walk with some pride.

As the group went through the door Hannah turned back towards Jacob and winced, as did Sara. During the commotion Jacob had pulled his 8" cock out of his trousers and Jenny was tentatively sucking him off. The 5'4" blonde was on her knees and elbows beside Jacob taking nearly half his sausage into her mouth as she slowly bobbed her head. Tears streaked her cheeks as Jacob's left hand reached out to caress her lower back and her tight little ass. His right hand held the young girl's ponytail as he eyed her perky upturned butt. It was clear to both Sara and Hannah that Jenny had sucked a cock or two before. She wasn't good at it, but she was doing it without much effort on Jacob's or Debby's part. To both of them Jenny's efforts were reminiscent of their own first few blowjobs.

Kneeling on the floor to his right was Debby, leaning in and whispering encouragement and tips to her trainee. Her job would be to make sure the girl gets better at pleasing her master. Jacob just smiled brightly and commented "She'd quite good looking and has big tits, but Debby's are a good couple sizes bigger, aren't they Debby?"

"Yes Master." the brunette happily replied as she kept an eye on her student.

"And you know how to use them. Why don't you show Jenny what a girl with big boobs can do."

"With pleasure Master."

Sara was a bit stunned as Debby moved between Jacobs legs as he spread them. Jacob gently guided Jenny to kneel beside him as Debby placed his slobber covered cock between her huge tits and started tit fucking him, her boobs so big his cock was completely hidden from view.

Debby smiled up at her master as his left arm was around Jenny, his hand squeezing her tit. The sullen teen watched as tears continued to run down her cheeks. Debby felt bad for the kid, the night before she was giggling teen having fun with her friends and now because her father couldn't walk away with a small loss she was to pay off his idiocy with her body for the next 5 years. Debby had seen it all before.

Jenny wasn't the first young girl to fall into Jacob's hands. Over the years he had won the rights to a couple dozen girls just like Jenny whose father couldn't help but risk too much. The girls would come and for a while Jacob would play with them, then sell them off to recoup the money. But two things were now nagging her. She had less than two years left of her obligations and Jacob would be looking for a replacement for her, but boobs like hers were hard to come by in the slave market. For now she was his number one and shared his bed at night. He would enjoy other slaves, but it was her naked body his arms were wrapped around each night.

The second thing that irked her was the way he was eying Hannah's slave, and Hannah, but he always ogled Hannah. Though the slave was on the older side she could see in his eyes he wanted her badly, as badly as he wanted Hannah. Even as she tit fucked him and he played with Jenny's boob his eyes were constantly looking at the busty brunette and Hannah's crotch in those slutty tight slacks.



Sh'car sat on the bench in the 8 foot by 10 foot steel cage. At one end was a toilet, otherwise the cell was bare. As Captain Harold barked at a man she looked around to see she was in one of a dozen such cells. As the pirate leader argued about wanting to leave two of his own men to guard her she was mentally getting back to her self.

With her ribs nearly heeled and the discoloration in her groin area gone she was feeling better, but weak. If she didn't make a move at escape soon she'd face the dire choice of eating their food and facing the chance of death, or dying from starvation. Deep down she knew she'd eat the food and take her chances, and that's what her military training had taught her. But before resorting to that choice it was wise to wait a few days and look for escape or hope for rescue. But for Sh'car those were bad odds. If her ship mates were coming for her they would have caught the slow moving human ships easily.

If she did manage to get away the only plan in her mind was to steel the shuttle they brought her down in, then adjust the communications transmitter to send a distress signal. She figured by watching carefully what they did she could get the ship back into space, and she figured she was too valuable for them to want to risk killing her. She could set the slow moving ship on a course towards where the battles with The Swarm were going on and hope that someone could break free long enough to come get her.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR DAMN RULES. FOR THE COMMISION YOU'LL BE GETTING FROM THIS DEAL YOU CAN BREAK A FEW OF YOUR DUMB RULES." the fat man screamed.

Sh'car bit her lip wondering how she could get away. At the moment her hands and feet weren't cuffed, but she was sure when they came to get her later she'd have to back up to the bars and stick her hands through in a reverse process of what they did to put her in the cell. It's what she would do she told herself. She could refuse, but she was sure they thought of that too and it was probably planned for.



Mae Carver stood anxiously waiting at the airlock watching for T'nel to come back. Not ever having gone on a space walk this was no time for Mae to learn. Having arrived and hidden in a crater on a moon after they located the fighter on one of the ships, Sh'car was on another. With a slightly faster ship they had caught up to the pirate ships and using more advanced scanning technology had stayed out of range of human detection. Determining the course they hoped the planet ahead was the destination and beat the pirates then waited.

When the ships moved to join several others already in orbit, a shuttle containing several humans and one O'tean raced to the surface. T'nel decided to handle the fighter situation first, as the technological contamination was the bigger concern from her view. She dressed in a spacesuit and took a few things with her, some explosives incase the fighter's self destruct couldn't be activated, one of her blasters because that's all she could fit inside the spacesuit with her, a rocket pack, spare fuel cylinders she took from other jet packs, a spare oxygen and rebreather tank and something called a portable airlock. The rocket packs, oxygen tanks, portable airlock and a bunch of other stuff were in the emergency supplies located in compartments built into the floor of the shuttle. The explosives she apparently had taken to bringing with her like Lucas and Marish.

T'nel explained that the devise, about the size of a manhole cover, would attach itself to the metal hull of a ship or space station. An 8 foot tall flexible and zippered membrane would be released. She would climb inside and give a verbal command. The zipper would close itself and an internal air cylinder would inflate the structure. Once inflated she would have enough room to remove her jet pack and space suit. As she did all that the airlock devise would cut a hole into the ship's hull. Fortunately ships with warp drive capabilities had very few if any windows, the visual effects surrounding a ship traveling beyond the speed of light makes most sentient beings sick. Instead cameras and monitors create the illusion of windows, meaning the bridge doesn't have to be in the front of the ship or even in an outer area. And no one would see her attached to the outside of the ship.

The plan called for Mae to relay position coordinates via sub space link to T'nel and get her close to the fighter, yet away from any humans. T'nel would have entered the ship, hopefully never being noticed until it was too late. She would either set the delay timer for the self destruct or place explosives in the ship, both would be set for immediate detonation with any meddling. Hopefully they could locate Sh'car before the explosion, the longer their involvement went without being detected the better their chances of finding Sh'car and rescuing her.

T'nel had called after putting her spacesuit back on to say everything went almost as planned. Seems there were two guards posted outside the landing bay, but nothing an invisible Shadow Warrior couldn't handle. But when she got back they'd now have to get down to the planet surface in a ship without a cloak. And when the guards were found tied up in a storage locker there would surely be an alarm sounded and a ship wide search. Hopefully by then they were already on the planet below.

A big smile formed on Mae's face as T'nel landed just a few yards away. Being alone on a cramped shuttle on a desolate moon all alone for nearly half a day had Mae ready to go bonkers. The spare breathing tank and fuel tanks had been discarded after they were used up. T'nel quickly shed the jet and fell awkwardly as she hopped to the shuttle in the moon's low gravity.

Mae opened the outer door using the control panel inside next to her. A T'nel staggered inside Mae closed the door and activated the air fill. She watched the gauge anxiously as the pressure went up and T'nel struggled with her helmet, then collapsed.

When the green light came on signaling she could open the door Mae slammed her fist into the button. The door opened and more air rushed into the small space. Mae rushed to T'nel and raced to undo the clamps holding the helmet on. As she pulled it off a smile formed on her face again as T'nel took a deep gasping breath. After a moment she to catch her breath a smile formed on T'nel's face as well. "Plenty of fuel, but maybe another canister of air next time."

"Not funny.You could have died out there." Mae whined as she helped T'nel to her feet and into the ship.

Once inside and the inner door to the airlock was closed, she held out her hands to Mae for her to disengage the safety latches that held the gloves on. Once her hands were free T'nel wasted no time in getting the rest of thing off. She was still pulling the suit off her left foot as she started to hop away. "All day in a space suit, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."

"Don't they make these things so you can go inside?" Mae chuckled as T'nel raced for the bathroom.

"I STILL HAVE SOME DIGNITY." T'nel's shout from the bathroom made Mae chuckle. But when she finished they needed to figure out how to get down to the surface without being noticed. Finding the general location of one O'tean life sign on the scanner was easy. Getting down there and finding exactly where she was and how to get to her was another matter all together.

Mae was still a bit awestruck T'nel even attempted something like that space walk. The suits and jet packs were meant for emergency use only. If the shuttle were to be in grave condition, to the point staying on it was ill advised, and there was a planet nearby then the supplies could be used to get to that planet. One cylinder of fuel would send a person towards the planet and then they would use momentum the rest of the way. This would leave enough fuel to change course slightly and then to decelerate for atmospheric entry. Parachutes in the emergency supplies were there for deployment after entry.

T'nel on the other hand took enough fuel to accelerate most of the way and then decelerate in such a way to make a trip that could take day in just a few hours. As Mae heard a loud retching sound it was clear T'nel wasn't used to long term hi G-forces she just put herself through. Her power suit might have helped with that, but the helmets for the space suits weren't designed with power suit helmets in mind.

"YOU OKAY IN THERE?" Mae shouted as she heard T'nel let lose again. She would like to chuckle knowing T'nel would probably be fine once her body adjusted to normal G-forces once again, or then it could just be morning sickness. If O'tean's suffered morning sickness, or would admit to it. When T'nel didn't answer she took a few steps towards the bathroom then stopped as the general alarm sounded from the cockpit.




"WHAT THE HELL!" Cal Worski yelled as the Red Wholl rocked in the warp wake created by the two ships that went by at incredible speeds. The refit as it were went quickly, Cal and a few of his men had been in the military and had been on ships just like this. He sat at the tactical station with the outside work done and the men were now hooking everything up inside. After leaving a few men behind to guard his own ship the other dozen men of his crew plus Alex's men gave them not quite a skeleton crew, but it would have to do.

Alex gave Titus a concerned look at the two superior ships raced towards Kax, and the girls. "I got a bad feeling." Alex groaned.

"Exceeding ship's maximum design speed." Titus replied as he stiffened in his seat. No one had pushed a ship like this past warp 3 before, but they had made modifications in the years they had her. Though they never tested the modification, they had instead considered them an option of last resort.

"Scanners show them dropping out of warp just outside Kax's lunar orbit. Looks like they're fighting each other. We're picking up high energy discharges from this far out." Cal said sounding a bit shocked by the revelation. He had been at tactical before back in the day, but he hadn't seen power like that in battle.

"Oh fuck." Titus and Alex gasped at the same time as they realized just what was going on.

"How far are we along?" Alex turned around to ask Cal with a very concerned expression.

"Forward weapons 100% complete, port at 70% complete, starboard 60% and aft just getting started at 15% complete." Cal reported as he too was now getting a bad feeling. Two advanced ships could mean a lot of things, but not now. Not with what had been going on with the aliens and those little creature things. "We have to go in." Hannah might not be the best and most faithful girlfriend, in fact he was pretty sure by the way she was eying the princess she probably made a move on her. But she was the best girlfriend he ever had. How many girlfriends pick up another girl in the bar and bring her home for a three way?

"I know." Alex stated. "If those aliens can't get it done then we have to pull out all the stops." Kax didn't have a satellite defense system. It had very few inhabitants and just two cities, none more than 70,000 people. It was an isolated place that catered to the empire's deplorables, pirates, smugglers, gamblers, scavengers, slavers and bounty hunters. It wasn't the best of places, but it was just off the shipping lanes.

"How about missiles?" Titus asked. If they were going into a fight, then they needed everything they could get their hands on.

"Eight functional, but we have no nukes just standard issue." Cal reported.

Alex had a determined expression as he glanced over at Tutus. "Have Dom turn a couple of those into specials." he said.

"You have nuclear warheads?" Cal squeaked. If he could get his hands on some he knew a lot of people who would buy them.

"Antimatter." Titus replied calmly. "We'll place a small antimatter charge inside the warheads."

"ANTIMATTER!?" Now that's a last resort Cal thought. Doing something like that could destroy not just the ship, but everything in the vicinity. Including themselves.




T'nel looked pale as she sat in the pilot's seat watching events unfold on the monitors. A Kalinite battle cruiser engaged with what had to be a Swarm ship. Two behemoth vessels firing everything they had at each other from point blank range directly above them just a few miles away. With the reputation of the Kalinites, it was clear it was do or die for both sides in this battle. Kalinites wouldn't run to save themselves and leave others helpless. They would fight to the last breath to save those humans below that they never met.

The sky lit up as the side of the pirate ship blew out, seems someone tampered with the explosives. But that was dim compared to the explosion moments later as the Kalinite vessel suffered a warp core breach. "SHIEDLDS UP SUIT ON" T'nel screamed. The Kalinite ship had gone up without time for the automated system to neutralize the antimatter on board. And the use of her power suit was a risk to her unborn child, but it was a risk she couldn't avoid at the moment.

Taking the cue they were in trouble Mae called on her suit as well. As the indicator lights went on to indicate the shields were up the whole moon shook violently from the wake. Mae and T'nel weren't wearing restraints, as they weren't moving, and were tossed around the cabin as the small ship bounced across the moon's surface.

Sparks erupted from circuits in the walls and the control panel. Alarm after alarm sounded. "Warp engines off line. Lateral leveling controls off line. Gravitational self adjustments off line. Primary scanners off line. Inertial dampening off line." and so forth.

As the ship came to a stop T'nel was on her feet quickly and headed for the controls. Somehow the fire suppression system was still functional and engaged automatically. And the environmental systems seemed to be working as well as the smoke was pulled from the air.

"OWWW." Mae groaned loudly as she sat up in the ship that was tilted nearly 40 degrees front to back and even more left to right.

"You okay?" T'nel asked as she assessed the ship's status. Shields were still on line, but could fail at any moment. They had sub-light engine power available and the warp engines were damaged beyond repair from inside the ship. And they had limited scanners. Two monitors were still working and as Mae staggered to the copilot's seat T'nel watched a heroic act.

Mae sat down and watched the old style Anteran battle cruiser charging straight ahead with guns blaring, charging head on at a much larger ship. "They'll die." But the scanners that were working told even more of the story. The ships in orbit were further away, but the ones on this side of the planet were all damaged to some degree by the explosion.

"Maybe, but they have a chance. The Swarm ship's shields are down, as are most of their weapons and their engines are off line. The front of the old ship is built heavy and made for ramming. If they don't give the creatures time to make repairs they just might pull this off." T'nel stated in a tone that said she was impressed.

"Can we take another hit?"

"Inertial dampeners on line." the computer stated in a bit of good news.

"I think it wise we get to the other side of this moon before we find out." T'nel wasted no time in firing the engines, the hell with being seen now she thought. The shuttle rose off the lunar surface, kicking up a huge cloud of dust. She and Mae quickly hooked up their restraints to keep from being tossed around again. The good news was with what was happening above them no one was probably paying attention to what was happening on the moon.

Mae watched on the monitors as the old Anteran ship blasted pieces off the Swarm ship and chucks of the Anteran ship were shot off as well. But the Anteran ship kept charging forward. Getting closer and closer at a high rate of speed.

As the shuttle started to pass around the back of the moon the Anteran ship hit the Swarm ship broadside, snapping it in half. But they too were damaged as smoke erupted from the Anteran ship's port side. The Anterans were now adrift, as were the two halves of the Swarm ship. The Anterans headed out to space while the Swarm were caught in Kax's gravitational field. As were the fragmented remains of the Kalinite ship.

Seeing her opening T'nel hit the engines, and turned off her power suit and hoped she hadn't killed her connection to Marish. They would enter the planet's atmosphere along with the debris. Without warp engines getting away wouldn't be easy, but at least they could get down to the planet. And just maybe they could make the needed repairs.

As they came out from behind the back side of the moon T'nel cut the engines after setting course to mix in with the debris caught by the planet's gravity. The back half of the Swarm ship ejected it's warp core to keep it from exploding when entering the atmosphere, it was sent deep into space and would automatically detonate there. To the trained eye of a warrior like T'nel the ejection of the warp core meant even after the ship had been broken in two some of the creatures were still alive, not a good sign.

T'nel placed her shuttle in the fast moving debris field. The ships had been moving at a high rate of speed during the battle, now the remains drifted towards the planet based on that rate of speed. Once the larger chunks started burning up on atmospheric entry she could fire up the engines and head for the O'tean life signs on her scanner. A smile came to her face for just a moment as the ship's computer reported "All scanners now operational." The automated systems controls would reroute circuits if possible to get as many ship functions back on line, but that was doubtful with the warp system. The indicator lights showed physical damage to the warp field emitters.



"You should be in bed." Anara scolded her little sister. It was late at night and Stara had had a busy day and was scheduled for an even bigger one starting early in the morning. It was a lot of work running an empire the girls were quickly learning, but it wasn't like they had a choice. It was their family obligation to rule now. It was a job neither was properly trained for as it was expected one of their brothers would have ascended to the throne.

Anara, still fully dressed in a sharp woman's business suit, sat at the large dining room table where she had just met with a group of the family's lawyers. Stara knew she'd be lost without her sister, Anara had assumed the roles their father's top aides would have had. But they were all killed in the assassination. Anara was putting in long hours to keep up with the workload, and looking after her younger sister as well.

As Anara looked at her little sister wearing pink pajamas with little flowers embossed and lacy trim it was hard not to think life was so different for them not so long before. Stara looked like a little girl in those old pajamas, and not the queen she would need to be. And she was still of course barefoot.

Stara looked at the long face of her sister and knew the news wasn't good. "How bad? I saw them leaving." Stara pulled out a chair and sat across from her sister, with a huge stack of folders in between them.

Tears streaked Anara's cheeks as she whined "How can we make such a choice? It's not right."

There was only one thing Stara could think of that would have Anara this upset, the lower courts had ruled already on their petition to have Sara's sale annulled. "How bad?" the concerned queen to be asked.

Anara took a moment to compose herself, then paraphrased the ruling. "Since the sale technically took place in good faith on Audra, and behind rebel lines, she is considered a captured enemy agent. If Sara comes home we are ordered by the courts to return her to the Markson family without delay. She is to fulfill her obligations to them until the case is ruled on through the courts, before getting to you."

"No.We won't.They can't make us." Stara gasped. How could the courts rule so harshly against them. Sara wasn't off world of her own free will, she was kidnapped. And if the case did come to her down the road, not adhering to the letter of the law could create a public sentiment that the royal family is above it's own laws. Life would be much easier if the lower courts took care of the matter instead of putting the tough decision on her.

Anara sounding very defeated hung her head as she stated "The only way we can keep her here is if we disallow all slave purchases of the same type, but.."

"But that would cause loss to all those who bought slaves in good faith." Stara finished. And they both knew the implication of such a ruling by her. Slaves were bought by both sides in the war, such a ruling could end any chance of peace. And possibly start a whole new war.

In disbelief Anara shook her head. "The Markson team made sure every T was crossed and every I dotted. All the proper paperwork was executed and filed to the letter of the law. They left nothing overlooked."

"What about buying her back?"

"That would be the biggest mistake. Offering money to Markson, who doesn't need anymore money, would serve to legitimize his purchase of our sister. It would be to the courts and to the people as if we condoned what he did to her."

Stara slumped in her chair. If they couldn't buy her back, then what? It took a moment, but she had an idea. What do you give a man as a bribe that's not money? What do you give a man who can buy just about anything he wants, including a high born princess? "Set up a meeting with Markson himself. No aides. Just me and him." Stara growled. If she couldn't buy her sister back, maybe she could offer a trade. Offer something a man like Markson could never pass up. The one and only thing Markson couldn't buy.

"That shouldn't be too hard. He's been demanding the same thing for days. In fact he should be arriving in the city tonight." Anara stated as she squinted while looking at her sister, wondering what she was up to. "What are you planning Stara?"



"Something is really wrong." Jacob stated as he looked out at the main floor. It didn't take the keen eye of a professional gambler to see something was amiss. The lights had gone out for a moment, then came back on with the emergency generator. Not that unusual on a back woods piece of rock like Kax, but as he looked around it seemed every table had at least on person looking dumbfounded as they looked at their communicators.

"I don't like it." Hannah mumbled as one of Captain Harold's men rushed in and up to his table. As he breathlessly told the concerned captain something he kept pointing upwards for some reason.

By now Jacob had shot his load and his cock was back in his pants. As Debby made him cum Jacob held Jenny by the back of the head, holding her face just a inches above Debby's big tits. The girl made a sour face, but otherwise behaved as he wanted her to as his sticky goo shot up from between Debby's tits and all over her face.

Jacob and the others watched with concern as even Captain Harold looked worried. He sent his number one outside to assess the situation. As an old friend started walking by Jacob loudly asked "HEY CHUCK, WHAT'S GOING ON OUTSIDE?"

The surly looking man in his 50s stopped and a smile came to his face. Hannah on the other hand cringed. Chuck Parsons was a bounty hunter and she knew he had an old flier with her name on it. Wanted dead or alive for a hundred thousand marks. She had been lucky so far in the few times they've crossed paths he hadn't recognized her yet, but staying away from a man like him was a high priority. "Oh, hi Jake. Seems there's some kind of battle going on out by the moon. One ship exploded which caused the power outage. Now the debris is entering the atmosphere."

Chuck paused at the curtain, giving Hannah and the three lovely slave girls a look over. For some reason he had always thought something was off with Hannah. He had run into her the first time about two years before and heard of her reputation for being tough as any man. But still after taking that into account he kept getting a nagging feeling something else was going on with her.

As Chuck went on his way Jacob, Hannah and even the princess, all being highly educated, had the same thought crossing their minds. A ship that far away and exploding to knock out the power on the planet. And to have it's remains already entering into the atmosphere would have to be bigger and faster than anything the Anteran empire had. It had to be aliens. But which aliens?

Hannah was concerned enough to want to go outside, but then Jacob instead jumped up and sweetly asked Hannah "Mind looking after these two while I run to my transport and check a few things?" The man in descent shape would be able to make a quick jog out to the shuttle port a mile away a lot quicker without two barely dressed slaves along. Especially with the way Debby's boobs would be bouncing around.

Eureka. The light bulb over Hannah's head went on quickly. She smiled and sweetly replied "Sure, but the rules say I can watch three just long enough for a bathroom visit. I could bring them into the holding area for you if your in a hurry."



Mae was turning green as their shuttle flipped and turned as T'nel made it look like just another piece of junk captured by the planet's gravity. Even with the inertial dampeners the fast spins were going to make her puke. "Hold on just a little longer. Once the debris starts burning it will ionize the atmosphere and disrupt their primitive sensors."

Mae didn't know if she could hold on that long. This ride was far more chaotic than the wildest roller coaster she's ever been on. Just when she thought she reached the end T'nel wore a big grin as she leveled the ship and fired up the engines. T'nel smirked as glance to her side saw Mae's knuckles regain their pink coloration as her grip on the armrest weakened and she took a few deep breaths. "See, I told you it would work."

"The empress is already mad at you. Did you think bringing back a shuttle to her that smells like puke would be a good idea?" Mae's eyes were still rolling around in her skull, even with her power suit on.

"You'll be fine. The scanners pinpoint Sh'car in a structure on the edge of a small town. There is a secluded landing area not far away. We follow the plan we came up with. You take a hand scanner and go get her while I see if I can fix the warp drive." T'nel calmly stated.

"I don't suppose you have any Pepto?"



Hannah closed the cage door to shut Debby and Jenny inside. Sara and Jacob's slaves got their harem pants and pasties back on and Hannah brought them to the back area. With everyone knowing the 2 limit per master rule not even Captain Harold looked any differently at them. There was that normal sideways glance because by now he knew of her and Cal's involvement in protecting The Red Wholl, but then there was the other rule of The Harem Club that states what happens elsewhere must stay outside.

The blue alien sat on the bench a few cells down with her head down in her hands and her elbows in her knees. Two of Captain Harold's men were standing guard at the cage door as Hannah wondered just how to get the micro transmitter in her pocket into the hands of the alien. And how to let the alien know it was to help her.

Hannah got another idea and hoped Sara would take her cue and run with it. Hannah started to walk for the door and to the main floor which would take them past the two posted guards. Both of them were average height and build and looked like they hadn't bathed in some time.

As she walked in front of them, and forced herself not to cringe as they ogled her cleavage, she quickly turned around as if to say something to the slave girls. "Whoa." she gasped as she got her hands up just before crashing into her slave in tow. As she stepped back with Sara looking surprised by the quick move, Sara's right pasty fell to the floor and landed just behind Sara. "Can't you do anything right Helen. All you have to do is get it wet enough at first and it will stick. Now pick it up and put it back on." Hannah scolded with an arched left eyebrow the two men couldn't see.

Sara automatically covered her tit with her hand and had a true expression of shock. Then she saw Hannah's face and just knew she had a plan. "ER..Yes Mistress." Sara's eyes were open wide in fake shock as she turned around and bent over at the waist, giving the men a nice view of her backside.

As Sara stood up slowly Hannah stood with her arms folded across her chest and a scowl on her face. "You know what? Maybe we can find someone who can stick those things on you the right way. And maybe you won't let it happen again." As Sara turned back around Hannah reached out quickly and peeled off the other pasty.

The princess quickly covered both her boobs with her hands, and was genuinely shocked. But deep inside she knew Hannah was up to something. "Give me that." Hannah grunted as she took the first pasty from Sara's hand.

As Sara stood wide eyed with her arms folded across her chest Hannah turned to the male guards and asked in a cold tone "I don't suppose one of you would know how to put these on so they'd stay on?"

Hannah enjoyed the look of confusion as the two not so bright men looked at each other dumbfounded. "Well? It's a yes or no question." she stated in an annoyed tone when they didn't answer right away.

"Yeah.sure." one answered after a short pause.

The other then caught on and had a toothy grin, where several of his yellow teeth were missing. "But it work better iffin you wet the nipples instead."

Hannah struggled to control herself and not bust out laughing while Sara made a face of repulsion. "Well, show her how." Hannah ordered as she held out a pasty in each hand. "She has two tits and there's two of you."

Sara's jaw dropped in horror as the men chuckled and each took one of the pasties from Hannah. Sara held her arms at her sides and made a sour face as Hannah backed up to the cage containing the alien. "You has to makes it really wet like this." one of the men stated as he glommed onto her left tit with both hands.

"Eeewwww." Sara groaned as he wrapped his lips around her areola and suckled her breast while massaging her tit with both hands.

Hannah was just about laughing as his partner joined in on the other side. Hannah was just a few feet from the alien and with the men distracted she gave the cage a kick with the bottom of her right foot. When the alien didn't react Hannah tossed a coin from her pocket and it bounced off her head. As the alien looked at her with an annoyed expression Hannah held her left hand behind her back to show the alien a small metallic object that looked like a pill. With her right she pointed into her mouth as she held her mouth wide open, hoping the men didn't see the chain moving too much.

Sara silently prayed to the goddess as the gross men fondled and suckled her breast mercilessly. She winced and cringed as the alien slowly took the device and looked at it, and eying Sara and Hannah curiously. Then with a look of what the hell do I have to loose, she swallowed it. Sh'car knew she had to try something, this seemed to be her best option at the moment.

As the alien returned to her seat to act like nothing was going on one of the men stood up and stated "Then yous has to press it on and hold it." Sara cringed as each man firmly held a breast in one hand and with the palms of their other hand pressed the pasty to her areolas.

Hannah let them fondle the princess another minute, then growled at the men. "That's enough. If I let you keep going I'm going to have to charge you."

The dumb men stepped back chuckling like they were the ones pulling a fast one. They returned to their post with big smiles and one said "I got 30 marks iffin you let her suck me off."

Sara looked genuinely shocked as Hannah pretended to think it over, enjoying the pitiful man's hopeful expression. She then rolled her eyes and gave a sigh of relief as Hannah nicely declined his offer. "However tempting, I'm not ready to share her that much yet. But maybe on our next visit I'll let you enjoy more than her tits."

The men were absolutely giddy as Hannah walked away, pulling the stunned princess on the leash. "And save your money boys. With a body like hers, I'll be asking a premium price."



The big double doors closed behind him, leaving Josef Markson in a very new circumstance for him. He had only seen the throne room in the video, never in person. It was clear to him the queen to be was going for the shock and awe factor, but she would soon learn she wasn't dealing with some peasant, she was dealing with one of the biggest businessmen in the empire. His family had started small with a small traveling show started by his great grandfather and they had built a family fortune, a multi faceted financial empire, putting him atop almost anyone else. Only the royal family had a fortune that would dwarf his. Others were close to his, but no one had as much as the royal family. No two or three had as much as the royals.

Across the large marble floored room and up three stairs the young princess sat on the throne. Strara sat on the big one her father used, next to her was a slightly smaller one her mother had used. And on the left and right were two still smaller ones used by her older brothers, or even her if no one else was around. She wore a regal looking gown and some pretty valuable jewelry along with a jeweled tiara. She had on a fur trimmed cape and was wearing make-up and high heeled shoes. Her long dark hair was pinned back behind her ears and she held the royal scepter in her right hand. She sat alone, sitting stiffly and looking down at him with a position of power like her sister had taught her to do.

Stara was scared stiff inside as the pudgy middle aged man wearing an ugly business suit started walking slowly towards her. It was a few hours before sun up, but if this worked it would make the loss of sleep worth it, and take a heavy burden off her shoulders. But this wasn't going to be easy having to deal with a man that raped, and arranged for others to rape, her sister. An immoral act, but according to the lawyers it was totally legal.

Stara gave a sigh as the man, arriving at the bottom of the stairs, refused to drop to one knee and bow his head as a sign of respect. Instead he folded his arms across his chest and stared up at her with a stern expression. "One customarily bows to their king or queen."

"Your not the queen yet. And since when does the royal court hold meetings in the middle of the night and with no witnesses?"

Stara for the moment had to let his surly and disrespectful attitude pass. "If you must know most kings, including my father and grandfather, conducted business at all hours. And in one on one negotiations."

"Well, you can play dress up all you want little girl, but I'm not releasing your sister. And if."

"What's that Lord Markson?" Princess Stara asked light heartedly as she interrupted the man's expected tirade.

Markson's eyes betrayed him for a moment before he regained control. It wasn't in his favor to show emotion during the negotiation process, but the princess' words hit right at the heart of the matter. No matter how much he and his family had done there was only so high they could climb socially, and only a royal decree could change that. No amount of money could by a title, it could only be granted. He might have required people to call him a lord in the past as a sign of respect he felt he deserved, but actually being granted a title was something that up to now had always been out of reach.

Stara seized the moment. She stood up and flipped off the cape, then set the scepter down on the throne. She carefully walked down the stairs hoping just not to fall on her face. She wasn't used to wearing shoes, let alone high heels.

As the stunned, and for the moment speechless, man watched she stepped down to the bottom stair to look him square in the eye. In a low and firm voice she stated "This offer is a one time deal. When being elevated to lordship it is customary to give the king or queen a lavish gift of gratitude. You will free my sister as my gift."

Josef Markson was about to jump for joy, but that just wasn't his style. Neither was taking the first offer. He was the type to go after whatever he could get, no matter the cost. Putting on his best gaming face he stared back at the young beauty. He wouldn't have thought so after the time he spent with Princess Sara, but Princess Stara showing her inner strength had a certain glow about her. In a different way she was just as beautiful as her older and bustier sister, what he wouldn't give for that three way. "Your sister cost me a fortune. If you want her back I want a seat in the House of Lords. I want to be named a High Lord." the businessman countered.

Stara cracked a smile, she was right about him. For all his fame and money he wanted that one thing he couldn't buy. Princess Stara turned and climbed back up the stairs. She took the cape and wrapped it around her shoulders again. She picked up the scepter as calmly as could be while inside she was ready to burst with joy at pulling this off. She had been prepared for just such a counter and was ready with a counter of her own.

Stara sat on the throne and looked as if she were thinking about his words. "Lord or High Lord, both come with a certain level of respect for the crown." she stated sternly. As she stared down at Markson the man slowly dropped to one knee and bowed his head, doing something he probably never did in his life. "To gain High Lordship status it usually requires a great deed or service be preformed for the crown. Fortunately just such an opportunity is open for you."

As Markson looked up at her wondering just what she had in mind Stara dropped the bomb on him. "We are hoping to be aligned for the survival of or people with the O'teans. If such a deal is to be made to be kept from being overrun by those savage creatures then we must put our best foot forward with them. Selling one of them into slavery would do irreparable harm to the empire. Lordship for returning my sister to me. High Lordship if you can bring that O'tean safely to us to be returned to her people. And it needs to be done for my coronation."

Josef Markson stared up at the new queen with a sense of awe. She was asking the nearly impossible. Only a handful of people in the empire could do as she was requesting, and he was one of those few. "I think we have a deal Your Majesty." If his father or grandfather were alive, this would kill them. There was no way after this long they could contain themselves, not with the family being raised so high in status. It was one thing to rub elbows with the social elite, it was completely different to be one.



Mae, in her Shadow Warrior suit, was invisible as she neared the edge of town where the main power was still out. She held the small portable scanner T'nel had given her out and followed the arrow on the screen towards the O'tean life sign. As she neared the structure she became confused seeing T'nel up ahead. On the flat rooftop of a one story structure across the street from the club was T'nel, with oddly just one of her hip blasters.

Mae raced over to the structure and leapt up onto the roof. "What're you doin' here? I thought you needed to fix the ship?"

Mae was shocked as the woman replied "You? Just stay out of the way shorty." The face shield of the suit changes one's voice some, but it was clear this naked woman with the same build as T'nel wasn't T'nel.

"Who are you?"

Inside the Harem Club Hannah and Sara sat alone waiting for Jacob to comeback. "Did you have to let them touch me like that?" Sara whispered as she cringed. Those men were scummier than anyone Markson let touch her.

"It was just your boobs. Now behave before someone sees or hears you." Hannah snapped dismissively. There was too much at stake for Sara to blow it now. Hannah turned to the side and rolled over onto Sara again. With her hand closest to the main floor she groped the princess' tits as she pretended to nuzzle her neck. "We succeeded so far. All we need to do now is wait a little while, then leave. Don't blow it now."

Outside, Mae brushed the dust off herself as she shook the cobwebs from her head after the T'nel impersonator suddenly attacked her and threw her off the roof. "I'd like to see her do that when I'm ready." Mae growled to herself as she drew her sword.

"Hey you." Mae said threateningly as she jumped back up onto the roof.

"Great.Just great. I told you to get lost." the other Shadow Warrior growled as she took a defensive posture when Mae neared holding a glowing sword at the ready. "And in case you didn't know. Your mystical weapon will not work against another fighter for justice. Even one with an attitude like mine little girl. Now go away."

Mae found herself a bit shocked the woman was right. As she neared the T'nel imposter her sword stopped glowing, but it was still a sword and she was going to teach this bitch a lesson with or without her sword's help. "There was no need to sucker punch me. I think you need to explain who you are and why you're here before I kick your ass up and down the street."

"My my such colorful talk." the T'nel impersonator didn't seem the least bit concerned Mae thought, but she should be.

"Fine." Mae grunted as she sheathed her sword. "One on one and hand to hand it is." she angrily stated.

Several men, some with a slave on a leash, stood in the parking lot looking up as debris burning up in the atmosphere lit up the night sky. Their attention was suddenly brought back down as the roof of a car across the street was somehow loudly smashed inward and the windows shattered, sending glass flying in all directions. That was followed seconds later by the side of a car nearby getting it's driver's door suddenly dented with another loud crash.

"That'll teach you."."You couldn't teach a schoolgirl.". "I'll make you beg for mercy." female voices from nowhere stated. Then the front window of a store front next door smashed into a billion pieces leaving the witnesses very confused.

"For one so little you don't suck in a fight."... "Well suck this." the store window next to the first one shattered, then the car directly in front of the window was hit by something and pushed out into the street a few feet.

Hannah and Sara were as stunned and surprised as everyone else as the front doors to the club suddenly shattered inward. The doormen posted outside were sprawled out on the floor, having had their bodies used as battering rams by the invisible forces.

Captain Harold and his men ducked into the slave holding area as people scattered and the first of several tables were smashed. "AAARRRGGG.BITCH." ..."I'll show you whose the bitch."

"I think it's time we leave." Hannah stated as she jumped to her feet with a very worried expression and headed for the door with Sara in tow.

The girls stopped at the front desk just long enough for Hannah to go behind the vacated desk and grab her blasters. She was putting them on as she and Sara ran out of the club and ran down the street. They ran a block before slowing down and stopping. "What the hell was that?" the princess gasped as they watched the rest of the patrons leave in haste.

"Shut up, we're not safe yet."

"Such a naughty slave would merit punishment, not an answer. Not under any circumstance." a man stated.

Sara could see the terror in Hannah's eyes as the turned around to face a group of six big burly men. Hannah quickly wiped the shock from her face as she replied. "Under these circumstances I will take the prerogative to let her slip go good sir." But deep inside Hannah hoped she didn't blow everything. One of the men in front of her was her ex brother in law and two of the others were her ex step sons.

"Is it her or not?" a man in back asked. Hannah's eyes opened wide in horror recognizing Nick Helgroom, a big time bounty hunter.

"She's changed her hair, and is in better shape, but I'd swear it's her." the ex brother in law stated as he eyed Hannah's barely covered tits. "But there's a way to know for sure."

"NOOOOO!" Sara and Hannah screamed together as the man reached out quickly for Hannah's shirt. As the girls tried to block the attack all six men acted quickly.

"Leave her alone." Sara growled as a man held a firm grip on each of her wrists. Her tits, without the pasties she had been in to much haste to put back on, shook wildly as she tried kicking at the men. She had had just a moment on their rush out of the club, just enough time to jump into her harem pants.

"NOOO!" Hannah squealed as she was tackled to the ground and found herself helpless. Her ex brother in law sat on her stomach as a man sat on the ground to either side of her holding her wrists. She bucked and kicked him with her knees as he grinned and untied her top.

"Please no." she sobbed as he opened her shirt to expose her scarred tits for all the witnesses.

"Now should we turn you over and check for the rest of my brother's handiwork or will you confess."

"You brother was a filthy, mean and vile animal. He got what he deserved." Hannah spat back as she continued her struggles. She had to fight now harder than ever. If these men took her home she'd be hanged within days. Her husband's uncle was a high ranking judge for the territory, and there was no doubt he'd be hearing her case. It was fight or die.

The brother in law climbed off, satisfied he and the others had their answer. As Hannah was forced over onto her stomach to be tied up for transport the brother in law turned his attention towards the slave. "Under law any property of hers belonged to my brother. And as such since he's dead that property now that she's arrested belongs to me and my nephews." the man stated as he move to stand just out of reach of Sara's feet.

Sara's eyes opened wide at the implication. She fought just like Hannah with everything she had. Her big tits shook violently as she struggled to get free of their grip. The brother in law turned to Nick Helgroom and happily stated "You earned your pay this night. We'll bring my brother's killer home to face justice. And we can enjoy breaking in this spirited, and seemingly untrained, slave on the way."

"Not so fast asshole." Sara growled as her struggles stopped and she had a look of determination.

"NO DON'T!" Hannah screamed as she feared what Sara was about to say. Hannah would fight, but she had to have faith Cal, Alex and Titus would find out and be there before it was too late. But if Sara announced who she was to the world there was no telling what could happen. At least not on Kax. These men could still choose to rape the princess, or turn her over to Markson for the reward. Or worse yet, do both. They could rape her and still collect the hefty bounty.

Sara stood up straight and stared the man hatefully in the eyes. She gritted her teeth and stated "I am Sara Marie El." Three whooshes stopped her statement and everyone looked confused as three of the men dropped to the ground. Sara and Hannah looked sat each other with utter confusion as the other three men fell seconds later after three more whooshes.

"Run!" Hannah gasped as she spotted the darts in the men's butts. She and Sara barely took a step before they heard the whooshes and felt the sharp jab in their butts. Quickly everything went dark.

Captain Harold pulled his slave around the outside of the main room as more tables were smashed. Sh'car had an idea what could do such damage unseen, but wondered who a Shadow Warrior would be fighting here.

Surrounded by a handful of men the pirate dragged Sh'car back out onto the street and headed for his shuttle. He'd find another venue for the sale rather than stay here. The pirate captain was as shocked as anyone when he heard the whoosh and felt the sharp pain in his ass.

"They're getting away with her." Mae grunted as she grabbed the imposter by the boobs and fell backwards, placing her feet in the impersonator's midsection and sending her flying.

"You dirty scarl." the other fighter growled as she was quickly on her feet after smashing another table.

"I have no idea what a scarl is, but I'm glad your mad." Mae grunted back defiantly. In the fight she had lost her bra and panties, again. As the other woman tossed her around they had been ripped off. "But do you have any idea how much it cost to keep replacing my bras? Bras ain't cheap."

The fight was called when the lights went out and the screams of terror outside were heard. "A draw?" the impersonator asked as she looked towards the door. Outside they saw everyone's worst nightmare. A man on the ground with a half dozen of the savage creatures on him.

"A draw." Mae agreed as she drew her sword.

"Put that away before they sense it's power." the panicked impersonator squealed. "We're invisible, but they'll sense a mystical weapon. Do you have a way off this world?"

"Yeah, we have a ship. You?"

"I have my own transport. Get back to yours and get off this world before it's too late. Stay invisible. They will sense you, but it will make it harder for them to find you" Mae was shocked as the impersonator ran off. But her advice was sound. Staying here was a loosing proposition.



Back on Antera, Nova looked quizzically and fearfully at the burned village. Dozens of dead wholls of all ages, including children, lay on the ground as the remains of the huts they lived in smoldered. "How could they do this?" she asked Lunara. Lunara wasn't in physical form, but Nova could feel her.

They were on the sparsely settled southern continent. Only a few human settlements existed on this largely untamed wilderness, yet here and nowhere else on Antera the wholls were starting on their trek towards civilization. Here, far from human interference they were progressing.

"Fear. The ones here fear what would happen if the wholls become organized." Lunara answered as she appeared in the form of a small child.

"But why?" Nova was moved to tears by the horrible sight. Dead mothers clutching their dead infants to their chests in an eternal embrace.

Lunara could feel the emotions in Nova. And if Nova was to take her place as planned she would need to become more deeply involved with these humans. It might be against the rules for her to show herself to the humans, but it wasn't for Nova. Nova was a loophole in the rules she could exploit for her purpose.

Nova was a being in transition. Her kind were on the way to ascension and thus could be communicated with. On the other hand they weren't fully ascended and they didn't need to follow the same rules about interference. And if Lunara was to save these humans she had invested herself in then she needed Nova's help. In all her existence she had only crossed this one being with the power to do what she knew would need to be done. But for her plan to work Nova needed to feel like she belonged here, that she had a purpose.

"Maybe they all don't know. Maybe you should ask their queen." Lunara stated sadly, then vanished.

Nova looked to the north, and the capital. She focused her mind and appeared in Princess Stara's bed chambers just as the young girl was climbing out of bed after just a few hours sleep. Stara was startled, but soon calmed when recognizing the surprise visitor. "You know from what I here Zeus is quite angry you couldn't be found." the pajama wearing teen stated as she reached for her robe hanging on one of her bed posts.

Nova though was in no mood for chit chat. "What do you know about the wholls?"

Stara looked confused by the question as she sat on the edge of the bed. "What do you want to know?" She knew some things, but a more direct question would help her answer. But at the same time she could see there was a serious reason in the young goddess' eyes.

"Do you know they are self aware, that they have intelligence?"

Stara arched her eyebrows in surprise. "I've only come across a couple of them, but I did sense a level of thought in them. Why?"

Princess Stara was aghast as Nova explained what she had witnessed. Stara sat solemnly for a moment as she thought. I suppose I could demand all humans leave the continent. That would allow the wholls there to evolve. I could pronounce it a wilderness sanctuary." To her it seemed the perfect idea. No one would question a new queen who is well known for her love of animals for setting aside such a large swath of untouched land for wildlife conservation. And if she was reading Nova's disgust right then she thought the wholls deserved the right to progress undeterred by humans. This was by all rights after all meant to be their world from what Nova had said.

Lunara watched from out of Nova's range to sense her. The time was fast approaching when the humans would need them the most. Even with all her power she wouldn't be able to what needed to be done alone, she would need Novas help. She would cease to exist, and Nova would inherit some of her power. The world she had vowed to protect would be saved, and she'd finally have peace from her sins.


"WHAT THE HELL?!" Mae screamed as she ran past T'nel standing in the doorway firing shot after shot with a blaster in each hand to supplement the ship's limited defense system. Mae had turned off her cloak as she neared the ship so T'nel would see her and be able to move out of the way.

"Where is Sh'car?" T'nel asked as she jumped into the ship and the outer door closed quickly. She raced for the controls to initiate take off with the engines already primed and ready having expected Mae back quickly with the missing O'tean pilot. But then they appeared on the scanners. Thousands of them that had survived entry into the planet's atmosphere and the crash.

"Never got close." Mae gasped as she jumped into the copilot's seat and buckled in as they heard the metal claws trying to dig through the outer hull. It was time to save their own bacon first of all. If they could locate Sh'car again then they would come up with another plan, but if they didn't get off this world quickly they may never get off. If the Swarm didn't get them then they would still be trapped her under quarantine as coalition forces stopped any ship from coming or going from this sparsely populated world.

"Why the hell not?" T'nel barked as the ship roared upwards with enough force to press them back into their seats, even with the inertial dampeners online again.

"For one thing, there was another you. But not you." Mae replied as the loud scratching on the hull became fewer and fewer as the swarm members trying to get in were stripped off by the force of air rushing by the ship.

"What do you mean another me?"

"I don't know any other species that goes around naked. But there was another Shadow Warrior that could pass as you. Same height, weight and build." Mae replied.

T'nel sat stunned. That could explain reports of a brake in at a research facility that was attributed to her. Someone else that was also a Shadow Warrior did the deed, but how could she explain that if she were ever caught. It wasn't like she could appear in court and just state it was someone who looked just like her.

Finding out who this mystery Shadow Warrior was and for what reason she broke into a government instillation would need to be a priority. For starters the number of families that were relatively short and that exhibited smaller sized breasts was limited on O'tea, but then she might not even be O'tean. She could just be going around without clothes to keep the pressure off herself and place it on T'nel instead.

But as they roared out into the vacuum of space those were ideas that would need to wait. T'nel grinned and silently thanked the Great Mother, although she now knew her goddess was dead, as the scanners showed an O'tean life sign on a shuttle racing into space.

T'nel managed to get the warp emitters back on line, but they would be limited to speeds the human ships could obtain. She also had to scavenge parts from the weapons to fix the warp drive, reducing their power and efficiency. All they could do for now was follow where the pirates took Sh'car.

"Why aren't they headed towards one of the pirate ships?" Mae asked as she too was watching the scanners.

"Now that's odd." Cal Worski stated as he watched the signal from the micro transmitter moving towards a long range luxury shuttle as opposed to one of the pirate ships. What was even odder was that the secret micro transmitter he had on Hannah was also on the same shuttle, one of dozens of shuttles fleeing the planet.

Titus had a very worried look as he turned to Alex. "I recognize that ship. That's one of Markson's"

Alex sat wide eyed. How could they have screwed up that badly? He never should have allowed the princess to go off on this crazy mission no matter how much she argued. Princess Stara sent him to bring her home and that alone should have been mission one.

Now they sat and watched as Hannah, and maybe the princess and the alien were taken onto a Markson ship. All they knew at the moment was that they had Hannah. They had no idea if they had delivered the transmitter to the alien or if the princess was with her. But given the odds with it being a Markson ship, Alex would be willing to bet they at least had the princess too.

The Red Wholl was in bad shape after taking on The Swarm ship. Fires were burning everywhere and the limited crew was doing their best to put them out. The weapons were off line and wouldn't even be looked at until the fire situation was resolved. They did however have long range scanners and warp drive, being a former military ship it at least had better sensors than on private ships. For now they would follow at a distance outside the scanner range of the luxury ship, then figure out how to save Hannah and the princess.

"NNNRRRGGGG!" Captain Harold screamed loudly in frustration as he awoke on the floor of his ship's landing bay. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!"

"You and the others were given a strong sedative, I neutralized it." the doctor commented as he walked away with a bit of a chuckle.

"WHAT YOU ALL GAWKING AT." the fat man screamed before groaning as he rolled over and started to stand up, and angrily slapping away anyone's hands who tried to help.

Captain Harold stood a bit unsteady on his feet as he became more aware of his surroundings. He shook a few more cob webs from his head before angrily asking "WHERE IS SHE?"

"She was taken from us. We are preparing to leave orbit and give chase. When those creatures attacked."

"Who took.Huh? .What creatures?"

"You and the others were sedated and they took her. Then those creatures attacked and all hell broke loose. It was all we could do to get you and Jackson on the shuttle. The rest are still down there." One of his offices replied as a dozen men stood around awaiting orders.

"WHAT DAMN CREATURES?" The captain shook a few more cob webs from his head as he tried to think.

"The little ones the aliens are fighting sir." the officer replied.

"Ship ready to leave orbit sir. Are we free to get underway?" the call on the intercom came.

As the junior officer moved towards the intercom the captain snarled and growled "And where do you think your going. This is my ship."

"Sorry sir."

"Better." Captain Harold barked as he started walking towards the intercom panel himself. "Looks like you be first officer now Hershaw."

Captain Harold carried a heavy burden. He knew he needed to do something the others weren't going to like as it was very un-pirate like. As pirates it was all about the money and adventure. But mostly the money. The captain slammed the side of his big fist into the button and forcefully stated "Contact the other ships in orbit. No one is to leave, yet." Kax needed to be quarantined and any ship the beasties could use to move on needed to be destroyed. "Tell them no shuttle coming up is to be allowed to dock without verbal recognition of at least two on board."

It was against their norm to let someone get one over on them and he would find the bastard and make him, or her, pay. But first he had to make sure those things got no further. If they ran and the empire was run over by those things they'd be just as screwed as everyone else. It wasn't like they could prey on the aliens, their ships were too advanced. It irked him to hell he was having to let that alien go, for now. But what was going to kill him was possibly not being able to collect that reward on the princess.

"Sir?" the new first officer squeaked. Bad news was never a good idea to give the captain bad news. But right now was probably the worst of times even if he did need to know the Red Wholl was there and had it's teeth.



"Mmmmmm" Princess Sara squirmed and stretched as she slowly awoke. The warm comfy bed and the fine linen sheets made her feel like she'd never want to get up. Maybe everything that happened was just a bad nightmare crossed her mind for just a split second, then the realization she was wearing the harem pants and nothing else started to sink in. And this wasn't her bed, or her room.

"Wha?" she gasped as she sat up quickly, clutching the top sheet to her naked breasts. In the hasty escape from the Harem Club they never took the time to even replace the pasties on her areolas. The collar and her slippers were also off as she scanned the room lit by just the small amount of light coming under the door to her left.

The room was fairly big, at least for a ship. She knew she was on a ship as she could feel the hum of the warp engines. Besides the king sized bed she was in she could make out a five drawer chest as well as a dresser and mirror. There was a night stand to her right, a small sofa along the same wall and a desk across from the foot of the bed.

Learning her lesson from Alex's quarters she got out of bed slowly, almost tripping on the slippers to her outfit, while clutching the top sheet to her chest and feeling the plush carpeting with her feet. She had to yank the sheet from the bed before making her way to the first of two doors on either side of the desk. She opened the first to find the bathroom, then moved to the other to find the closet. The empty closet.

Sara next found both the five drawer chest and the dresser were both empty as well. "Great!" she grumbled as she did her best to wrap the sheet around herself to make a dress out of it. She went back to the bed and sat down to think. Her memory was a bit foggy, but she remembered the sharp prick of a dart in her ass. Then she woke up here, wherever here was. And where was Hannah? Were they in the hands of bounty hunters? Most likely not she thought. First she seemed to remember the bounty hunter and Hannah ex family being hit first. Secondly she should be in some kind of holding cell and on her way back to Markson.

Why wasn't she in a holding cell of some kind she wondered. Instead she was in what seemed to be a nice room, at least from what she could tell in the small amount of light coming under the door. Sara looked to the door when she heard footsteps getting closer outside. Then there was a soft knock. "Princess? Princess Sara are you awake yet?"

Sara thought she must be hearing things when the woman's voiced asked for her by name. She thought that if maybe she didn't answer whoever it was would go away and give her more time to think. But then as she sat there in the near dark it occurred to her that she wouldn't find answers just sitting there alone. "Give her a little more time." a male voice said softly. Sara couldn't help but think she knew that voice, but just couldn't place it at the moment.

"I'll try again. If she doesn't answer we'll comer back in a little while. It just seems odd she's still asleep where the others woke up already." the woman replied.

The others? Sara wondered what she meant by others. She was quite sure she used the plural. Sara stood up and slowly walked to the door as the man said "Try again, if she doesn't answer I'll leave the box on the floor out here until she wakes up and needs something to wear."

Sara bit her lower lip wondering what the hell was going on as the woman softly knocked again and asked if she were awake. "Who are you?" Sara cautiously asked. Like she really had a choice. She was trapped where she was and the only answers she was going to get were on the other side of the door.

"I am Captain Sasha Miller, and you are on the Lady Fair. A luxury yacht, Your Highness." the woman answered.

"I would prefer there not be a man there when the door opens." Sara said. The response would help her determine if she could trust this captain.

"Oh course Your Highness. As you wish Your Highness." the captain replied without delay. Sara had her ear to the door as the woman told the man to leave the box on the floor and go away. After hearing footsteps leaving Sara asked "Is he gone?"

"I'm alone out here Your Highness. To open the door press the top button on the panel to the right of the door Your Highness."

Princess Sara reached out and pressed the button while holding the sheet in place with her left hand to make sure her boobs were covered as the door slid to the side. She stepped back and squinted as the light was bright and a bit painful. Standing outside the door stood a young blonde, around 30 years old, wearing some kind of uniform. An extremely short blue skirt and a matching jacket without a blouse that showcased her generous DD chest. She wore her long blonde hair in a ponytail and her high heels put her at an eye to eye level with the princess.

"What did you mean, others?" Sara asked as she moved closer again so she could see up and down the hallway a bit. From what she could see this had to be one big yacht, the passageway went a good 50 feet in either direction. It occurred to her that not many people beyond the royal family could afford a ship like this, and one of those people was Markson. The terror flashed in her eyes as she also realized the captain was dressed exactly as she'd expect a man like Markson to require his employees to dress. "Who do you work for?" Sara asked as she slowly stepped back from the door, not that it would do her any good now.

"I understand your fears Your Highness. We work for Josef Markson, but we are not bringing you to him. A deal has been struck with your sister, Princess Stara, and you are on your way home Your Highness."

"What?"

The Captain stayed just outside the door with a big box at her feet. "You are on your way home Your Highness." she reiterated as she pushed the box inside the room with her foot. "I'm hope you can find something to wear. We weren't expecting to find you, Your Highness."

"Huh?"

The captain smiled, then stated "Why don't you get dressed and come see me in the conference room Your Highness." She pointed down to the left and stated "End of the hall, then turn right Ma'am"

As the woman walked away Sara rolled her eyes. The bottom curves of the young captain's butt were peeking out from under that ultra short skirt. And it was questionable if she were wearing underwear.



"We ready?" Captain Harold sat on his bridge, anxious to get going before it was too late. Markson's big luxury yacht had warp speed, but it could only achieve warp 1.5. On the other hand it also had a big head start and for some odd reason was headed towards Antera. Why would Markson steal his alien, then take her to Antera he wondered.

"Aye, captain." his new first officer replied.

They would leave four ships in orbit to isolate the planet after destroying any ship left on the ground capable of warp speeds, and to assist the damaged ships make repairs. The creatures for the moment were trapped on the surface, trapped with thousands of people. But there was nothing he or the other captains could do about that at the moment. The only choice open to him was let them fight for their own lives, or bombard the surface from space until everything was dead. That was a choice he'd leave to the new queen herself, he was wanted on enough crimes.

"Then let's get this show on the road." he barked. With well over a dozen ships following him the split would cut his share considerably, but now it was personal. Markson had stolen the blue alien, merchandise worth over a hundred million. As a pirate he'd be humiliated if Markson got away with this, but it was worse. The Red Wholl had followed right after the Markson ship, a Red Wholl with a lot of armaments now.

The ships turned out of orbit, the others following Captain Harold's lead. They had two targets, the Markson ship to get back the alien. And The Red Wholl to take back the princess. There was a lot of money at stake, but Captain Harold figured he had enough fire power with him to do the job.



Princess Sara thought it odd with the way she was dressed none of the men she passed in the hallway leered at her even a little bit. The choice of clothing in the box was limited, most being too small for her to wear on top, but considering the way Markson expected his female employees to dress it was understandable.

Sara turned into the conference room wearing a pair of white stretch pants that were so tight she could feel the crotch seam giving her a wedgie, front and back. The panties, if you could call them that, weren't any better. She had only seen underwear that small on girls in her brothers' skin mags. The front barely covered her womanhood and the back was nothing more than a string up her ass. The matching white stretch top form fitted her body, actually molding to her big tits. It was better than walking around naked, but not by much. The outlines of her nipples could clearly be seen.

Captain Miller sat alone at the end of the table, but stood when the princess walked in. "Please be seated your Highness." she said graciously as she gestured to the other 11 seats around the fine wooden table. The captain was extremely polite Sara thought, but then this being one of several of Markson's yachts she needed to be polite to every body.

Sara didn't know how many such yachts Markson had, but a man with his money had at least a few. maybe not all as big as this one, but he had a fleet for sure. He probably had one he used and the others we to be used by his children or business clients. Nothing helps seal a big money deal like lending out your luxury yacht along with a crew that had a generous supply of scantily clad female crew members available and willing to do whatever it takes to make one's trip enjoyable.

The captain came around the table to pull out the chair for the princess after she chose the seat at the far end. The captain then returned to her seat and sat down again. For most people it would be polite to thank someone for pulling out your seat for a young woman to sit down, but when you're a princess of the highest house one does not thank anyone unless one wants to. And where she found herself on a Masrkson ship Sara was holding back until she learned more of what was going on.

"As I said before, Mr. Markson and Princess Stara have come to some kind of agreement. I'm sorry but we don't have any of the details, all we were told when we reported we had you was to bring you home as quickly as possible."

"You said you weren't there for me." The princess interrupted.

"That's correct Your Highness. We were in the area when we received orders to obtain by any means the blue alien and bring her to Antera. We just happened to come across you and that other woman at the same time. One of the men on the team recognized you when he heard you speak."

Sara interrupted again, hearing a bit of disgust when the captain referred to Hannah as the other woman. "Hannah? Where is she?"

"The woman's name is not."

"I know that's not her name. I know her hair isn't really red. I asked where she was." Sara asked in a stern and commanding tone.

"Yes Your Majesty." the captain sank a little in her seat feeling the princess' ire. "We had identified her as a wanted murderess. We don't have a brig so she is in a crew cabin under guard until we."

"No. You will bring her to me and no one is to be notified of her."

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, but the authorities have already been informed of her capture."

Princess Sara could see the captain was extremely nervous, as she should be. She took a moment, then got an idea. "I claim her." she stated firmly.

"What?"

"By royal rights I claim her as my servant. The law is quite clear. The royal family has the right to place any prisoner awaiting trial into a state of servitude until such time as their trial is completed. And as such I will be allowed to make the determination as to which court hears her case."

Captain Miller sat stunned for a moment. She of course knew of royal privileges, but no one had used that particular one in generations as far as she knew. "Your Majesty, she's a murderess." she said in a near whisper. "And we have a few of the regular crew on board who could fill the roll of a handmaiden until we get you home."

"Murderess, or someone pushed past their limits by abuse. The courts will decide. But for now she is to be released into my service. And she will fill the role as my personal bodyguard. She is apparently skilled in hand to hand fighting." the princess stated firmly. "And you will arrange a com-link so I may talk directly to my sister, Stara."

The captain cringed. It was common place on her ship to bend over backwards in accommodating a guest, but some things were not such good ideas. "The com-link wouldn't be a good idea Your Highness. We are a private ship with limited codes. A visual or even a vocal signal could notify those that would harm you where you are. And we are an unarmed ship. The only weapons on board belong to Mr. Markson's personal assault team Your Highness"

Princess Sara sat tall in her seat, the captain might have thought she would run the meeting. But where she was the princess and was demanding answers she would seize control instead. "You said you weren't looking for me. You were there for the blue alien."

The captain sighed, then answered. It was clear the princess wanted to run this little meeting, and that was fine. She was the princess after all. "Your sister, Princess Stara, requested the blue alien be rescued and brought to her so she may be returned to her people princess. We just happened to come across you, Your Highness."

Smart move, Sara thought. Stara could have easily out bid anyone else to purchase the alien, but that would send a certain signal. Chiefly it would state she saw no slight towards the alien's people by buying and selling her. So to obtain the alien a third party was needed. A third party with a lot of muscle that could take on the pirates. "Where is this alien now?"

"We have no brig so she is being kept isolated and under guard in a crew cabin princess."

"She will not be treated as a prisoner. You will bring both of them to me with all due haste." Princess Sara said in a very commanding tone. If her sister was in negotiations with the blue people like she had heard then the one on board with them should be treated as a friend, not an enemy.

"Yes Your Highness." The captain stood to leave and paused to bow to the princes. "There is one more matter Your Highness. The alien will not eat. She says our food might make her sick or even be poisonous to her Your Highness." she stated as she stood near the door with a worried expression.

"In that case you will change course. We will return her to the nearest of their ships. Have a request sent out to locate where they are and we will hand the alien over to them before heading home." Princess Sara stated. She was sure Stara would want her home as soon as possible, but she was sure her sister would agree that the alien's health and well being be the top priority at this time. The alien had been in Captain Harold's hands for days and they had no idea how long one of them could go without food. Erring on the side of caution should be the rule in this case. And if it wasn't then she would deal with little her sister herself.

"Ma'am?" Mr. Markson wasn't going to like it, but it was a royal decree. And he was probably looking towards claiming the reward for the murderess.

"You heard me captain. As a member of the high house you will send out a message to locate the alien ships. Then after that I will give you two messages to send home. One for my sister. And another to the Northern District Court." Sara knew just the judge to hear Hannah's case. She didn't know the woman personally, but had seen a story about her on the video.

Judge Marie St. Cloud was a well respected, but very liberal judge. She was very vocal about the rights of woman and had an anti slavery viewpoint. And according to her story she had grown up with an abusive father. She had run away from home and put herself through school to become a lawyer, and then finally becoming a judge. Against strong resistance she had moved up the ranks and now sat on the high panel in the northern district. Normally a criminal trial would start in the lower courts and move up on appeals, but Sara had the power to move the case up to a higher level to start with. The act in itself would become news and garner public interest which could also help Hannah by showcasing the fact her exes family was using their power against her in lieu of giving her a fair trial. Though it could also go the other way Sara had hope the public could be swayed and the courts would listen. If Hannah was to get a fair trial, then this judge seemed her best shot. And Sara would see Hannah also had the best team of lawyers.



"AAARRRRGGHHH." Captain Harold was furious as he slammed his heavy fist down on his armrest. They had raced towards Antera as fast as they could, yet didn't catch up with Markson's ship. Taking up positions near the outer planets to avoid detection by the law he wondered how they couldn't have caught the slower moving vessel.

It helped to have spies planted at the major space ports and with word that Markson's ship hadn't arrived, nor had anyone seen his blue alien, Captain Harold had an idea what happened. He hadn't given enough credit to Markson's captain, either that or Alex and The Red Wholl had caught them and communicated with them. But it was clear either way the ship had changed course and was coming in from a different direction. And it could also mean The Red Wholl would be playing escort to the luxury ship.

If they were going to get the alien back, and the princess from Alex, then they needed to follow the plan. Captain Harold turned to his communications officer and barked. "Have the ships take up positions in the asteroid field as planned. We wait."

He and the others would hide in the big pieces of rock to hide both from the incoming ships and from the military which regularly patrolled the area around Antera. For this to work the element of surprise would be needed as well as a lot of luck. Being this close to the capital was a big risk, but a split of over 350 million combined for the princess and the alien was too much to let pass by.

Ernest Harold though was no slouch when it came to brains either. One does not last long as a pirate captain if one can't stay two steps ahead of the law. The pudgy man stood up from his captain's chair and took the few steps over to his tactical station. "Bring up a map of Anteran space." He had a sinking feeling the longer the wait went on he and the others lost their chance with the alien. Markson's ship must have returned the girl to her people. And probably got himself a big reward Captain Harold thought.

The young lad sitting at tactical pushed a few button and a hologram of the Anteran systems appeared above his console. "Now show latest known positions for all known alien ships on the map." the captain said as a snarly grin formed on his face. He'd get his money's worth from Markson later, but first he'd deal with Alex and Titus. They'd settle for holding the princess hostage. It would have been easier to sell her quickly to Markson for the reward, but there was no way he wanted to do the bastard a favor now. Besides, he figured he could get more for her from her sister. And of course he'd sample the princess' body himself. The chance of ever getting this close to bedding a hot little member of the royal family might never come his way again.

As little red dots mixed in with the map the captain squinted, then asked "Do we know which if any be the blue people?"

"These two for sure." the lad replied as he pushed some buttons and two of the dots turned blue.

Captain Harold cracked a smile for a moment, then put on a stoic face. One of her people's ships was in the wrong direction. The other however would put them on a straight line to Antera from the deep space 5 station. The old observation post was abandoned by the government decades before and now was just a drinking spot and a place for a clean bed or a warm meal in the middle of nowhere.

Captain Harold moved back to his seat. "Helm, set course 7 by 16 by 180." he would place his own ship directly on that line Alex would take. He might try and go around back, but time was running out. Everyone knew Princess Stara ordered him to have her sister home for the coronation so he would need to take the most direct course. Captain Harold grinned as he'd be waiting for him.




"WAIT!" Princess Sara screamed as she rushed onto the bridge of the Lady Fair with Hannah right behind her. On the view screen was the angry face of Alex. The Lady Fair had been forced out of warp and now the Red Wholl sat nose to nose with the luxury ship with it's weapons charged.

"Don't worry your High."

"What the hell do you think your doing?" Princess Sara said condescendingly to interrupt Alex as she stepped next to the captain and stood with her hands on her hips. "What? The best plan you could come up with was to threaten to blow up the ship I'm on to get me back?" she scolded.

"Well..Er ..I."

"I told you she was hot when angry." Titus commented jokingly from off screen.

"Not a chance in hell big man." the princess stated strongly, getting a round of laughter from the bridge crew of the Lady Fair. Sara also had a little more reason to be snappy. She had found out she had been recognized because four of the men sent to retrieve the alien wree amongst those men that Markson let use her. But there was nothing she could do about that at the moment. And probably would never be anything she could legally do about it. That irked her something fierce.



Just out of scanner range of the human ships T'nel and Mae watched the conversation on one of the view screens. After the humans returned the pilot to an O'tean ship they had raced off towards Antera. The old battle ship was keeping it's distance until they had some distance from the aliens, not that the aliens would interfere in a human matter.

After the pilot had been returned and the human ships moved away T'nel had contacted the O'tean ship and had some spare parts transported onto the shuttle as they flew by. With superior scanners they were following out of range of human detection. Yet up ahead they could see several ships on the edge of their scanner range starting to mix into an asteroid field. They could see the trap the two human ships couldn't.

"We should help." Mae commented. T'nel was again in her not wanting to interfere in an internal struggle of a primitive culture mood.

"it's not our fight." T'nel commented as she set a course around the scanner range of the human ships.

"But if those ships ahead are the ones that held that pilot shouldn't we get a little revenge?" Mae asked looking to work on T'nel's warrior nature.

"We can not make full repairs to the weapons or the warp engines until we set down somewhere and I can work outside." T'nel said flatly. "We will go around, this is not our fight."

"From the way they're talking, that one is Stara's sister." Mae countered as she pointed to the monitor overhead. "If your empress is really trying to make a deal with Stara's people for those crystals wouldn't helping to get her sister home be a good thing?"

A smile formed on Mae's face as T'nel gave out a loud groan of defeat. Mae pushed just a bit further by pointing out the human battle ship probably had a landing bay big enough for the shuttle they had to fit inside.



Less than an hour latter, and after some convincing, by Mae to all parties, a meeting was taking place on the old battle ship. Mae, outfitted as a shadow warrior with her face shield off, was escorted through the ship to a conference room as T'nel stayed behind in the landing bay to both make the quick repairs and to guard the ship. It wouldn't be looked on well if she allowed the shuttle to be inspected by the humans because she left it unguarded.

Mae followed two men past others frantically making repairs to a ship that looked as if it were ready for the scrap yard. What she didn't understand was with the old battle ship being so weakly manned it meant neatness didn't count. Access panels were left laying on the floor everywhere, leaving the wiring exposed along the short walk.

"Welcome revered one." the princess stated as she stood at the head of the large wooden table. Mae walked in to see not only Princess Sara, but two men she recognized as being Captain Alex Gratis and a man named Cal. There was also two other women, the scantily dressed Captain Miller of the big yacht and a very attractive red headed woman with muscle tone that Diana's Amazon people would envy called Hannah.

"Your Highness." Mae curtsied as she addressed the older sister of the soon to be queen. "My name is Mae, Your Highness. Mae Carver."

"We are deeply honored to receive you, Mae Carver. Please take a seat."




After an hours long meeting, Mae got her way. In a football maneuver they would do an end around. They would pretend like the ball, being Princess Sara, was on the yacht. The big blocker would be the Red Wholl. They would steamroll up the middle, acting like the Red Wholl was to clear a path.

The Princess however would be on the shuttle with Mae and T'nel who the pirates had no clue were involved. They would also be carrying Hannah. Though Alex and Cal were vehemently against it at first, with convincing from the princess it became clear they had no choice. Hannah had been identified, and with being on the brink of peace there would be no safe place for Hannah to hide. And if she were to leave with Captain Gratis or Cal then warrants would be issued for them as well for aiding and abetting a fugitive. Just as Sara had put her faith in Hannah, now it was Hannah's turn to put her faith in the princess. For the first time since she killed her husband Hannah had a friend who could actually help her.

There wasn't enough time left for the shuttle to make too big an arc, but it would have to do. They would be in the scanner range of the pirates, but if the plan worked they would all commit to attacking the Red Wholl and be out of position to stop the shuttle.

Princess Sara sat nervously in the back with a very pale looking redhead. Hannah was scared to death of what was waiting for her, but she couldn't let Cal face the death penalty for her. This is something that she needed to do for herself and him.

Mae watched on the screen with T'nel as the Red Wholl race forward with the yacht right behind. As the pirates took the bait T'nel engaged the shuttle's warp engines. Weapons opened fire on the Red Wholl and from the battleship itself. The yacht turned tail and ran as planned, leaving the Red Wholl in a savage fight. But it wasn't supposed to last long.

Several pirate ships quickly veered off to chase the shuttle racing by after a short open transmission of the princess recorded moments earlier saying "Good job Captain Gratis, now you may leave."

The shuttle was no faster than any of the pirate ships now chasing them, but it didn't need to be. As they raced towards Antera and the Red wholl turned and engaged it's warp engines, patrol ships from the capital were now picking tem up on sensors and changing course to intercept.

"We should be able to transmit your location now Princess." T'nel stated as she flipped a switch that would allow Princess Sara to make an announcement.

The princess smiled, then spoke loudly. "To incoming Anteran patrol ships. This is Princess Sara Marie Elshire. I am on an O'tean shuttle being chased by pirates. I would command you intercept said pirate ships and to relay the message to my sisters. I am home."

"AAAAAHHHGGG!" Captain Harold slammed his fist down on his arm rest in frustration. The Markson ship was long gone, a diversion he recognized and avoided. But as several of his cohorts took after the O'tean shuttle going around the outside it left him without enough fire power to handle the Red Wholl now that it was heavily armed. As military ships from Antera moved towards them the ships chasing the shuttle turned tail and ran, the same thing he had no choice but to do now. "GET US OUTTA HERE!" he barked.




"And remember, no crying. I'll scream if you ruin your make-up. And for the Goddess' sake, please try to keep your shoes on. Just for today?" Princess Anara whined as she stood behind her sister and adjusted the assaly flower behind her sister's left ear. "If they bother you too much later we have matching flats, but try to go at least until the party in the heels."

They were alone in a back room of the great temple awaiting the big moment. Just outside the door stood a 50 hand picked guards awaiting her. In the great hall every high lord and high lady awaited as well, even those from the rebel side. With a temporary peace accord signed they too were invited. At least those families with surviving members were. A good dozen seats in the House of Lords lay vacant after the long war and would need to be filled by Stara in the near future.

Anara was finding it hard to contain the tears herself as she looked at the image of her sister in the full length mirror in front of them. In breaking from tradition Anara had commissioned Stara a dress specifically for this day. The strapless gown's white bustier type top fit like a second skin around Stara's waist and lower ribs. It then pushed up and out her breast, making them seem a size bigger than normal. Her breasts seemed ready to pop out from the pressure from beneath. The violet bottom portion flared out all the way to her ankles where Stara was sporting the matching high heeled shoes. The colors perfectly matching the flower used to adorn her hair.

With her long dark hair clipped back behind her ears with violet and white barrettes she wore one of her better tiaras. Soon that would be removed and for the rest of her life she'd instead wear the crown. "Where are they? The messenger said they landed half an hour ago." the nervous teen whined. This was her big moment and she wanted everyone there, especially Sara. She had even arranged for Oliver to be there. She had requested a gardener be present to address any concerns with the flowers placed around the Great Temple of Lunara. After bringing up the situation at her father's coronation where some plants were knocked over who would question her request.

Anara studied her sister in the mirror, her high heels making her look taller than her 5'4" norm. The child princess was now a beautiful woman. Magazines throughout the empire would feature shots of the new queen in this dress on their covers for the next month. Stara had to look both young and innocent as well as mature enough to rule in this time of crisis. Anara felt this dress and the news of a peace accord Stara had negotiated would win overall public support. "You have the speech?" Anara asked.

Stara glanced down deep into her cleavage, and the folded paper only someone with and angle to look down her dress would be able to see. "I hope they like it." she whined.

Anara poked her sister in the back as the teen's shoulders slumped. "Head up and chest out. Make every man out there want to see those. And leave them knowing they never will." Anara chuckled.

Stara hoped she could just leave them dreaming of seeing her tits. The bustier showed off more of her breasts than she had ever shown publicly and having never worn something like this there was the concern she'd move the wrong way at the wrong time and the more scandalous type magazines would be highlighting her exposed tits for the next month. Stara gave a weak smile, then the door burst open. "SARAAA." Anara and Stara screamed joyously at the same time.

"Don't you dare cry and ruin your make-up." Anara scolded as the sisters jumped into each others arms for the long awaited reunion hug.

As two handmaidens raced in behind Sara the princesses stepped back from each other. Sara smiled at her younger sister, then curtsied. "Your Majesty."

"Don't you dare cry." Anara scolded again as it looked as if Stara was about to loose it. "Now get going. We'll have Sara ready and be in our seats by the time you walk in."

As Stara walked out to her waiting escort Sara half sobbed "And don't you dare cry."

Stara walked towards the back of the temple where the carriage awaited. As she was driven around to the front Anara and the handmaidens would dress Sara in a dress Anara had waiting for her. Her hair would be fixed up as best they could in the limited time and make-up would be applied. As she walked along Stara mused at how it turned out that Anara was a scheduling wizard and seemed to thrive under pressure when time was limited.



Mae looked at herself in the full length mirror and tilted her head to the side. If Bill could see her in this dress she was sure his reaction better be to throw her on the bed and make mad love to her. This dress covered more than her bra and panties when she went around as a Shadow Warrior, but it was still by far the sexiest dress she'd ever worn. Her small breasts looked like they'd pop out at the slightest movement, but she had taken care of that with the double sides tape. Then there was the panties, if you could call them that. A triangular piece of material covered her hooch and was connected to what was little more than a string that went up between her butt cheeks and up over her hips. A view from the side where the slit in the dress went up to her hips made it appear she wore nothing underneath. She had braided her long black hair, then wrapped them around her head to make it look like a crown and show off her slender neck and shoulders. The matching high heels made her legs look awesome and made her look a little taller.

Mae, T'nel and Z'lar were alone in the captain's quarters of Z'lar's new command, a 10 person scout ship that would be bringing Mae home after the festivities. Z'lar, after dropping off Mae would then spend the next few years mapping the largely unexplored galaxy, and be far away from the empress' ire. The Scout ship and the shuttle Mae and T'nel used were in the landing bay of a huge O'tean battle ship in orbit around Antera, along with a handful of ships from other races now involved with fighting The Swarm invasion. The big cruiser sent as a sign of the empress' friendship.

Mae looked at the mirror to see in back of her where Z'lar and T'nel were still getting ready. She couldn't help but muse about how for women who went around naked just about all the time they seemed awfully concerned that their hair and clothing be just right.

Z'lar was wearing a loose fitting mid thigh length floral print dress. A matching belt held it snuggly at her waist just above where the slit ran down on both sides, she unlike Mae was refusing to wear panties though. She was also forgoing the use of a bra to hold her massive J-cup tits even though the dress was open on the sides from the shoulder down to her waist. Mae couldn't help but think she could never wear a dress like that, only the massive size of Z'lar's tits kept her from showing her nipples as she moved around in that dress. But the massive display of side boob was sure to have a lot of photographers taking pictures of her.

T'nel was wearing a white skin tight bodysuit with a knee length white wrap skirt. At least they were wearing clothes Mae thought. Both of them had their white hair clipped into loose ponytails and had decided to wear flats, reasoning that if there was a fight high heels would put them at a disadvantage. They both had a communications devise worn like a bracelet on their right wrists so they could easily be contacted from the ship.

There was a knock on the door followed by a male voice announcing "Ambassador Trallin here to see you Ma'am." Mae didn't know his name, but from the way T'nel and Z'lar spoke the big blue hunk was Z'lar's man. Where she was going away for years she'd be taking her mate with her.

Mae arched her eyes when both Z'lar and T'nel seemed a bit surprised by the new comer and both asked "Uma?" at the same time.

T'nel moved towards the door, with the curious teen right beside her. Mae wondered for just a moment when the door was opened which of the two tall men was the ambassador. And who was the little girl standing in front of them? Maybe she was the ambassador's daughter and she was here to visit with T'nel or Z'lar. But everything got confusing as the girl had a big smile, then T'nel and she squealed in delight as they quickly hugged each other. "We weren't expecting you, Uma." T'nel gleefully stated as she ushered the girl into the room and the door closed, leaving the men outside.

"First things first." T'nel stated as she looked towards Mae. "Ambassador Trallin I would introduce you to Mae Carver."

Mae was still a bit confused that a girl barely 4 and a half feet tall was the ambassador. Then things were strange out in space. But then the ambassador definitely wasn't human. She had grey fuzz covered pointy dog like ears on the top of her head and a grey fuzz covered tail that came out from under her skirt and curled upwards behind her. And she looked young, at least by human standards. She looked like she was no more than 10 or 11 Mae thought. The knee length dress she wore fit tightly above the waist, tight enough for Mae to notice she was flat chested. The outlines of four nipples could be quite easily seen in the dress' fabric.

"Human, but not of these humans I hear." Uma said as she looked over Mae with equal interest, even giving the air a few quick sniffs. "I was briefed by your empress a few days ago."

"Talk later. We need to go now or we'll be late." Z'lar stated as she came over to give an old friend a hug.

T'nel let Z'lar leave for the transporter room with Uma and stayed behind with Mae for a moment. When they were alone T'nel took a deep breath then sighed. She put her hands on Mae's shoulders and stated "After the festivities you will be leaving with Z'lar. I might not get a chance to say later that this time with you has been quite.. enjoyable."

Mae cracked a weak smile back as she also was going to miss this. But she also knew she had to go home. "I too had a good time."

T'nel hugged her little friend, then walked over to the dresser to open the top drawer. She pulled out a small devise about the size of a deck of cards and held it out to Mae. "Put this in your power suit's pocket. It is a one way subspace transmitter with a coded message. If your world is ever in great danger, activate this devise and I or one of my friends will come. You are now a friend of the O'tean people Mae Carver."

"We can't cry, it'll ruin our make-up." May whined as she took the devise, and noticed the directions were written in English. Flip the switch on the side to activate, then speak the access code into the devise.

With Mae's memory T'nel didn't need to write the code down, she just needed to tell the human. "The code is T'nel one four six two."

Mae was slightly choked up as she reached into her suitcase on the bed and pulled out something for T'nel. She hadn't had a chance to buy anything, nor did she have money with her so the gift would need to have sentimental value. "This was my mother's." She held out to T'nel a small open jewelry box containing a black pearl on a gold chain. "If you ever need use of my sword again, you only need find me."

"I cannot take something of your mother's" T'nel replied. She knew the teen's mother was dead for a long time. The girl needed to keep everything she could of her mother.

"I insist. I don't need tokens to remember my mom. I can still feel the last hugs she gave me. I can still close my eyes and feel her brushing my hair. And God willing, if I'm still alive in 50 years I'll still remember every moment we shared." Mae stated.

"I will wear it with great pride."

Mae willed herself not to cry as she changed the subject. "Now what's with Uma? She looks like a kid?"

For the next few minutes and on the walk to the transporter room T'nel explained. Hallarin girls reach a certain age, then stop growing. Unless they wait until they are old their bodies will not change further until the proper enzymes are deposited in their bodies.

"Enzymes?" Mae had asked.

"Genetic materials mixed in with the sperm of their males." T'nel answered.

"So she's like.."

"Not even close." T'nel chuckled, Uma was no where near virginal. Youth was a desired quality on most male dominated worlds. To that end the ideal Likarian woman was flat chested and looked young, they would only get taller and their breast would only grow with the introduction of sperm into their vaginal canal. Condoms were big business on their world. And T'nel had more than once taken trips with the 30 year old ambassador, trips that involved both of them getting lucky. She didn't however feel the need to explain to Mae that even with their small size Likarian woman were a force to be reckoned with when angry. They had the ability to call on their ancient animal strengths when threatened.



Mae arched her eye brows after walking out of the bathroom several hours later as she looked to her right to see Uma's tail wagging as the woman walked down the hall with a human male on each side of her. Being a curious human Mae followed at a distance, listening to Uma giggle innocently to what ever the men were saying. And just where did she think she was going without her bodyguards Mae wondered.

The coronation went perfectly, and the flashbulbs were blinding as Stara walked into the temple with her chin up and her chest out. Mae and T'nel were seated at the front of the VIP section off to one side, the family were up in front and the members of the House of Lords along with their spouses sat right behind them. That included the lords that were until recently enemies of the state. With the truce in place they were now present as well.

As the two men led Uma away from the ball Mae was impressed by what had transpired that day. Stara had walked in a princess dressed as a flower and walked out the queen. But before she walked out there was business to conduct. It seemed after one's coronation a very public meeting of the lords was held right there in the temple and with the world watching.

The temple held thousands, and millions lined the streets of he capital. Billions were watching from home. Stara had laid out an ambitious agenda. First and foremost was she wanted to end slavery, which earned her a mixture of cheers and groans. She would meet with house members to work out a 20 plan to fulfill her wishes and to show she was serious she signed a document freeing all slaves currently owned by her family. Secondly she asked the house to consider the end of the practice where a would be queen had to prove her innocence. She asked the house members to ask if they would want their own daughters' innocence publicly investigated and announced in such a way.

Mae looked around a corner as the pair of men, both around 6 feet tall, ushered the ambassador into a room. Mae tip toed up to the door with no one else in sight recalling the cheers as she announced her cousins would still be allowed to inherit the lands controlled by their father, though his seat in the house would be forefit.

Mae bit her lip as she looked both ways and listened for foot steps before kneeling down and peeking through the keyhole. She was a bit shocked to see Uma, with her dress off already, on her knees between the two men with a cock in each hand and a big smile on her face. Mae got a feeling the ambassador knew she was there as her eyes lit up after she sniffed the air. Her ears twitched as angled towards the door as she turned her head and took one of the men's cocks into her mouth. With Uma's body facing the door Mae could see she actually had 6 nipples as she gleefully devoured the cocks, her tail wagging behind her like a puppy whose master had just come home.

Mae continued to go over the happenings of the day in her head as she watched intently Uma giving the men a blowjob. As Uma worked from side to side Mae could see the look on Princess Sara's face as Stara announced she would be leading a contingent to the O'tean court. And Sara's face when announced that the O'tean empress was interested in learning about all the human faiths. To that end Sara would be taking priests and rabbis of her choosing along with her. But the real shocker, and one that would have people talking for generations, was when she took the Lunara's stone from around Anara's neck citing her older sister was needed more at the palace than in the temple.

The crowd murmured as the stone glowed dimly in Stara's hand. Stara then held the chain with just her forefinger and thumb as she reminded the people of how the stones were first given out by Lunara herself. How they glowed and the stone rose into the air, then Lunara followed as the glowing stone found it's way to one who merited it's power. The crowd stood silent as for the first time in hundreds of years the one of the stones itself chose who should hold it. Andromeda Smith seemed as shocked as anyone when the stone led the new queen to the back of the temple where she was sitting. It was then announces her older sister would be taking a promotion and taking up a new post in the palace. With all the star charts and stellar observations the O'teans would be providing as part of a deal being worked out for crystals, the best place for a scientist like herself would be in the palace library.

"Glug, glug, glug." Mae could hear Uma in the hall as one of the men held Uma's head and repeatedly rammed 8 inches of man meat down her throat. The tiny woman who Mae figured couldn't weigh more than 75 pounds Uma seemed quite able to handle the rough treatment as her whole body rocked, and her tail wagged at high speed. The other man knelt behind her and untied the strings of her panties and removed the garment. "Glug, glug, glug."

Mae looked up and down the hall and listened before looking in again. She recalled how the crowd cheered when the queen promoted the Captain of the Guards, Gaius, to High Lord and to fill a void in the house. The cheers from the crowd inside and outside were deafening when moments later she announced it was her wish as queen that her sister, Anara, marry the new lord in two weeks time.

There was a mixed reaction to the new queen's plan to add a second and equal house to the government. As a concession to the rebels a fully elected house seemed to be the perfect compromise. From a day in the near future all Anterans would have a voice in the government. And there would be schools, as Anteran children regardless of money would have access to an education.

Mae arched her eyebrows as the man behind Uma, after vigorously rubbing her pussy with his right hand for a few minutes, grabbed the base of her tail and pulled the small woman's ass up into the air. Uma's squeal was muffled by one man's cock as the other one roughly rammed 7 inches of human cock into her now wet snatch.

Uma's knees were off the floor as the man held her by the tail, yet she didn't seemed to mind as he used her tail to hold her in the air and to pull her back into him on each thrust. T'nel had suggested Uma wasn't innocent, and Mae was finding that assessment more than true as Uma seemed to be enjoying what was transpiring.

Mae watched as Uma's ears piqued when the grunts from another room just down the hall were heard. Mae being curious stood up and tip toed down the hall a few doors to investigate. The grunts became louder and it was apparent someone beside Uma was getting laid.

"Are you kidding me?" Mae quietly mumbled as she peeked through another keyhole after checking to make sure again she wasn't caught. Looking into the room her jaw dropped when seeing Z'lar with 3 men. One man was on his back with Z'lar on top of him, facing upwards. Another man was between her legs and Mae could tell both were fucking her. The blue woman's huge breasts were being mauled by all three of them as she had her head turned away from the door and was sucking off the third one.



Lunara could feel them coming as she and Nova watched Mae return to the party. What was by far the biggest of the Swarm ships would soon arrive. Lunara grinned when feeling the Earth girl's arousal. The big Swarm ship was approaching fast. Shortly Nova would be given the hard choice. Either she killed Lunara, or every human on the planet would die. Or for herself and most fertile women, worse.

Mae walked into the room hoping no one knew she was just being a peeping Tom, though she was sure Uma knew she was there. Mae was confused and left with no time to think as Z'lar, who was buck naked except for the communicator on her wrist, rushed in right behind her and grabbed Mae by the elbow. With a sense of urgency she forcibly ushered Mae towards the nearest door and out into the courtyard.

Mae could barely get a word out thinking Z'lar was angry for being spied on when she was having sex. "What?...I didn't mean.." Mae whined as they materialized on the O'tean shuttle bay and Z'lar just about threw Mae onto the small ship, all Mae's things already put on board.

As the doors closed behind them Mae chased after Z'lar thinking Z'lar was mad at her. As she ran onto the small bridge she could see on the view screen they were already exiting the landing bay. And she could see the other ship off in the distance. A ship the size of a moon.

"How many?" Z'lar asked with concern as she jumped into her captain's chair.

Mae stood horrified as the answer came. "Billions."

Mae's last view before the scout ship went into warp drive was of the O'tean battle cruiser along with every other ship in orbit opening fire on the enemy.





T'nel raced to the bridge of the cruiser to see if there was anything she could do to help, she was an O'tean warrior and her duty was clear. As she rode the elevator up to the bridge she suddenly felt a sharp prick in her right butt cheek, then everything went dark quickly.




Lunara felt the defensive ships protecting the planet being destroyed one by one. "You knew this would happen, didn't you?" Nova asked as they watched people frantically running around. The high priestesses, including Andy, formed a circle and started to chant in the middle of the now vacated dance floor in the palace ballroom.

"I cannot see the future, but I was told by one who had seen it happen." Lunara replied. Centuries before she had met a blue one who was here in the future. The others like herself were angry when she spoke with the out of time woman, but it was too late. The information she needed was given to her. She put the pieces together and knew what needed to be done to save the humans, and end her own suffering. She wasn't given the full story, but Lunara knew inside what she needed to do, both for the humans and herself.

"You have no choice but to play your part. Fail and you know what they will do to you. And what will happen to those of this world. Do what must be done and you save them and yourself. You will also receive some of my power. You will be able to control your powers better. You hold the seed of the Olympian you mated with and have the power to make more from him and yourself. This world will be yours to guide and protect." Lunara stated.

Nova looked up to the sky, even she could feel the large loss of life above. With so many, even from this far she could feel them coming. And she knew Lunara was right. There was no escape for her. It was either do as Lunara wished, or suffer a fate worse than death.

The people outside the circle of priestesses that remained stopped in place and knelt to pray as the bright light appeared in the middle of the chanting priestess. "You know what you need to do. It's them or yourself and every one here." Lunara's voice boomed.

Tendrils of energy flowed from the goddess to her priestesses, then shot outwards and upwards. Lunara could feel her strength being blocked by the others. They would stop her from interfering. "You have to. You have to now Nova. You must focus and send all your power into me all at once." Lunara hadn't know to this exact moment what she needed to do. But now that they were here everything was crystal clear. And for this to be successful she needed all of Nova's power to override the restrictive forces of the others.

Nova could hear the urgency in Lunara's voice. She could also feel the minds of other powerful beings reaching out from afar to block what Lunara was intent on doing. As the other minds grew stronger Nova was left with no choice. The young Olympian concentrated. She appeared outside the circle as a bright red light that changed to blue and finally bright white. In an instant Nova launched all her power at Lunara. The tendrils of light grew 100 time brighter and the power launching into the sky blasted a hole in the ballroom roof.

Lunara vanished as Nova collapsed to the floor, temporarily powerless and mortal. She had did as Lunara wished and for the moment was left defenseless as the stunned humans looked at her. Her naked body lay gasping for breath next to the naked unconscious bodies of the priestesses. The intense energy had burned away their clothing, but their bodies were protected from the intense heat created by the huge concentration of energy.



"She will be mad." the pale skinned yellow haired leader of the El Cora said as her image appeared on the view screen over head.

The blue skinned green haired woman at the controls of the shuttle sat with a stern face as she flew away from the battle and the brilliant white light shooting up from the planet. "I have taken great lengths to preserve the time line to this point. I will not let the empress use my safety to force my mother to do as she wishes. I will be born out of her reach." she replied in no uncertain terms. For hundreds of years she had planned to do just this to protect her mother and younger herself.

"It will be so much easier if you."

"She must not who I am untul the time is right. I will send her to you, then I will go."

"T'mae. You have wished to know your mother your whole life. You missed knowing your father, but you have the chance to know your mother now." Tuma Sinsha implored. T'mae had been one of her best agents for over two centuries and it would be tough loosing her. But then there was the outside chance she could convince T'nel to fill that slot.

"Maybe in time. But that meeting must be years from now. Well after the time I am to have been sent back." T'mae replied coldly. She glanced over her shoulder at her snoozing mother, bound and gagged on the floor for safe keeping. The scans showed her unborn self alive and well growing inside her mother's womb. "Any meeting must take place after my 20th birthday to keep from creating a strong temporal wave by interacting with my younger self before the time I was accidentally sent back. The time guardians would find us and undo what I have done. She must not know the full truth until it is safe." For the time being T'mae would have to settle for having tested her name sake.

"We will protect her and you from the empress' plans. But your mother's will could prove to be her own worst enemy."

"Then it will be up to you to convince her that it is in her best interest, and her baby's best interest she remain with you until after the birth. The empress has already issued the arrest warrant for her and as soon as she returns home it will be carried out. She has sent Z'lar far away to keep her from helping. I will meet with our ship and we will leave this shuttle adrift. T'nel will be brought to you and I must go away for the required time."

"We will await your return. Your skills have been a great help to the cause for the time you were with us." Tuma Sinsha stated before the screen went blank.

T'mae looked over her shoulder again to check on her mother. She would deliver T'nel, then having nothing better to do would try and follow the course set by the T'lara and Z'lar. If Z'lar had set the initial course towards the planet called Earth, maybe she could locate the human home world. Maybe she could kill some time monitoring the other humans.




"MAKE THEM GO AWAY. PLEASE, MAKE THEM GO." Jenny screamed in terror.

Debby, scared to death herself hugged the sobbing teen to her breasts as they knelt in the middle of the small locked steel cage. Dozens of the creatures clung to the bars trying to find some way in. "It's okay.It's okay, someone will come for us." the older slave said comfortingly. But deep down she realized there would be no help for them.

Debby hugged the small frightened teen as much to comfort herself as for the young girl. The creatures' sharp teeth and claws were slowly digging through the steel bars. It might take days, but they would get in. Jenny couldn't see the fear on her face with her face buried in Debby's big tits, but Debby silently prayed to the goddess to let them die before those creatures got in. The idea formed in her head of trying to loop one leg of their harem pants over a bar on top of the cage and wrapping the other leg around their necks. Just how to get the pants over one of the bars was one of the tough questions. If it came to that they'd have to try.

Debby formed the plan in her head that started with somehow pulling the bench on one side of the cage into the middle. Then she would need to avoid their sharp claws as she somehow got one of the legs out of the cage and back in by going over one of the bars. But in time the risks of those sharp claws would outweigh the risks of their sharp teeth, and those big hard cocks.

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