By Snakeman
Lord Glattus sat on the throne in the otherwise empty throne room, waiting. The gun and blaster fire outside had ceased and the only sounds he was hearing were the clicks of a half dozen sets of marching boots in the hall outside the room getting closer. General Alexander Carpenter was now here to arrest him, not so much because he could be convicted of a crime but more to put and end to the fighting in just about every major city in the empire not in rebel control.
Glattus though was more than ready. His aides had their orders and would carry them out for the next few days until the issue of who would sit on the throne was resolved. Glattus had a good laugh when he had been told where his niece Sara was and her position in the entertainment industry. He would deal with Markson later, but the situation would benefit him for the time being and teach his niece a lesson about sneaking off without guards Even if those guards were keeping her prisoner. Getting her back might prove tougher than he had first thought though. Seems that after the show Markson had sent preliminary registration data to prove his legal ownership of the princess which would allow him to bring her into loyalist territories without having to fear her being taken. The fact was if the paperwork was in order as he claimed it would be his right to expect the authorities to return her if she were to escape. Glattus would have the best law minds he could find going over every detail of the documents. Him raping his niece was one thing. Allowing her to be enslaved was an insult to his family. But Markson was claiming rulings made by his father, Sara's own grandfather, in the past applied.
The case involved the daughter of an outspoken member of The House of Lords. His daughter's shuttle had crashed in rebel held territory and she was captured. She was sold to another lord and when that territory was retaken he had fought to keep the girl and daughter of his political enemy as his property. That case had taken years to get through the courts before Glattus' father had ruled in his friend's favor. Glattus was sure that was the pretension Markson was going to use.
The last word he had on Anara was that she and her guards were exiting the passages through the mountains. In his mind he would soon get word of her ruin, the tape would be delivered once he took the throne and he could enjoy it. After what she had done, she deserved just what she was getting.
That left sweet little Stara still standing. If she was still on the ship she was under 1000 feet of angry sea. Ships and subs not under his control were on the way to the location for a search effort, but there was no way they'd be able to get her and get her home in time to claim the throne.
On the other hand if she were on that escape pod she would still find it difficult. The pod had crashed in an area where his troops were in firm control. Even when General Carpenter took control from him, those troops would obey his last orders. No sooner had the pod crashed than did he have searchers in the air. If she was alive his men would find her. And if they couldn't capture her they would at least make it impossible for her to return until it was too late. His men now controlled access to the tunnels through the mountains and the two passes above ground were highways that were now blocked and every vehicle was being searched. The road blocks were initially to find Anara, but Glattus saw no reason to remove them when they would now help block Stara.
As the doors opened Glattus stood and straightened out his uniform. He proudly walked down the stairs with his head high as General Alexander Carpenter, the man who had only answered to the king and was at the moment the most powerful man in the empire, walked in with half a dozen guards.
Two guards stayed at the door while the other four walked forward with the 5'8" bald as a cue ball man. "General Glattus William Elshire you are under arrest." the man growled as he stopped a few paces from Glattus.
Glattus cocked his head to the side slightly then arched his eyebrows. This whole situation was just a formality that had to be done. "Under whose authority do you arrest a son of the highest house? And what charges do you intend to file?" Glattus growled back. There was no love loss between these men, but there was a level of mutual respect. And although General Carpenter followed the king's orders to the letter he was known not to always agree with him.
"General Order 517 point 76 sub section 16. When the king is assassinated and there is suspicion of royal involvement those in position to capitalize will be detained until innocence is proven. You are relieved of your command until further notice and all members of your command will make themselves available for interrogation on this matter. And should your nieces return they too will be arrested." General Carpenter replied. His statement was planned and rehearsed. This was his duty and he would follow through, and if proof could be found in the deaths of the king and his sons or in the possible assassination of Princess Stara there would be no issue in his mind in ordering the execution of Prince Glattus.
Glattus knew General Carpenter's obligations as well as he did, but formalities had to be observed. "I take it your guards will be replacing mine throughout the palace and that I am under house arrest." Glattus calmly stated. Everything was expected and planned for. Carpenter's men would replace his own, but they had no where near the knowledge needed to keep Glattus' men from using the secret passages. Messages would still make it in and out of the palace. And if Stara were located one of his men would see to it she would have no claim on the throne and with his men most likely teaching Anara a lesson at the moment the situation would last just a few days.
Members of The House of Lords were standing vigil in the courtyard at that very moment. In three nights the moons would align and time for his nieces to stake a claim would expire when the sun reached it's apex the following day.
General Carpenter squinted at his arrogant high ranking subordinate. "You will have no contact with your command. You are to remain in the palace or the courtyard. Step beyond those limits or communicate with your soldiers and you will be moved to my ship's brig until the morning after the moons align."
Glattus fought not to smile or laugh as the pompous jackass turned and left without further comment. Glattus mused how Carpenter would be retired once he took the throne. Everything was going as planned except for the ship carrying Stara being shot down. To him that situation was what had forced Carpenter's hand and placed him under arrest. Although it was an event that was working out in his favor it was something someone would pay dearly for. If Stara had been left off at the Temple Glattus knew he could have been king by now. Now however there was doubt whether his niece was even alive. Unless Stara could be located and ruined or proven to be dead he would have to wait until the clock expired.
Mae awoke in the darkness with the biggest headache she could remember. Where was she Mae asked herself as she looked around with just the light from a control panel inside and the stars and moons for light outside. And where was Princess Stara? The seat that she had been in was now empty and there was a big gaping hole in the side of the escape pod where the door had been ripped of during the landing, if you could call it a landing. To Mae it was more of a crashing, an eternity if smashing through trees and bouncing off rocks. The only light coming from a control panel next to the door and from the night sky outside meant she couldn't see much.
"STARA?..owww." Mae brought her right hand up to the back of her head and the searing pain when she had yelled. "ooww." she said again with a grimace as she felt the sticky blood and the seemingly 3" long gash a few inches behind her right ear along with the big goose egg that went with it.
"Stara?" Mae whined when she heard some rustling of the brush outside. When there was no answer Mae listened for more noise as she tried to disconnect the over the shoulder restraint. Mae soon realized the damn thing was jammed and she wouldn't be getting out easily. And with the bar still activated her lap belt and leg restraints were still also activated. Then she heard more rustling, louder and closer. "Stara?" Mae asked again, and was getting worried the princess wasn't answering.
There was more rustling, this time accompanied by a low rumbling growl. Mae cringed as she tried as hard as she could to disconnect the restraint. Then there was a shadow blocking the moon light, a big shadow. Then it stepped in front of the doorway, big, hairy and with big teeth.
Mae's eyes opened wide as her jaw dropped. "suit.suit." she gasped. Not a good time to loose ones voice the scared to death teen thought as the beast placed one big hairy hand on either side of the opening and stick it's head in as if checking to see if it was safe.
Mae was frozen in place as she looked at the beast sniff the air. The beast had to stand nearly ten feet tall and was covered in fur from head to toe. It had feet more like a human and walked upright. It had hands like a man, but they were huge and had mean looking claws a good two inches long. It's eyes seemed to reflect light like a dog giving Mae the impression the beast was carnivorous. That and it had big canines.
Mae pressed herself back into the seat as the beast feeling it was safe gave her what she could best describe as a toothy grin. The creature started to squeeze in when Stara's voice called out. "DON'T MOVE."
Startled by Stara the creature turned quickly. Mae frantically tried to get free then looked on curiously as Stata raised her right hand with her palm towards the huge animal while her left held up the front of her gown. The pendent glowed again as the princess stared into the beast's eyes for a few very long seconds before she in a commanding tone said "Go."
Mae let out a big sigh of relief as the beast ran off into the night. "What was that?" Mae asked, seemingly getting her voice back a minute too late. "How?" Mae couldn't understand how a young girl could chase away a big predator.
Stara grinned as she approached the pod holding up the front of her toga with her left hand. "That was a Red Wholl. They'll eat almost anything, but usually avoid humans."
"How?"
"SSHH.Your hurt so I went to get some Greyberries" Stara replied as she came back inside.
"Grey berries?"
"They have healing power. I'll press them against that big cut on your head and they will keep it from getting infected and help it heal faster." Stara answered like it was something everyone would know.
Mae arched her eyes questioningly as Stara took some of the berries in her right hand and reached towards Mae's aching head. "OOWWWWW."
"Sorry.Should have told you it would sting a bit."
"A BIT..IT FEELS LIKE MY SKULL'S ON FIRE." Mae screamed in pain.
"Relax.It'll stop quickly, then the area will feel numb."
Mae soon felt the difference. The pain was soon replaced by a numbing feeling just as advertised. "But how did you find the berries in the dark? Do you know where we are?"
Stara took a deep breath, she had climbed a big rock out cropping and looked around. If the city lights were those of Forest Grove like she thought they were then they were close to home, but on the wrong side of the mountains. And not the city they needed to get to. This was too close to her uncle's home and was the area where he uncle's friends held power and he had troops. Troops that would soon be looking for the crash sight and her. "We are in lands that are controlled by my uncle. We need to get out of here before searchers find us." What they needed to do was head for Shoman City which was just to the north across the river.
"Your right, but I want some answers when we go."
After several minutes of both of them trying to dislodge Mae's restraint helicopters could be heard in the distance. Mae looked at Stara's concerned face and the search lights in the distance. "I have an idea, but I don't want you to freak out or anything."
"What is freak out?"
"Get scared or something." Mae chuckled. "I have a gift and I think it could help."
"I guess." Stara whined. They had only known each other a short time and Stara had no idea what Mae could be referring to, but if something could help then why not try.
"Remember, I'm still just me.Suit Engage."
"By Lunara's grace." Stara gasped, then fell to her knees as Mae transformed into Lotus Blossom. The remaining berries fell on the floor as her hands went to her mouth. The look of total awe on her face was what Mae hadn't wanted.
"It's still just me."
"Your like the revered one. The one from when we won freedom from the Sky Demons." the wide eyed girl gushed. If there was one person outside the royal lineage that was revered as much as Lunara, it was the Great Warrior.
"I'm just me." Mae chuckled as she placed both hands on the stuck bar across her lower ribs and braced herself against the back of the seat. "Watch out." She advised as she pushed. When it didn't budge she tried again, this time using all her strength. The bar creaked, then there was a loud crack and the bar was freed.
"You are like him." Stara gasped. The scriptures had said more would come some day. Lunara's own words said there would be more. The Dark Warriors will restore peace and light in the darkest days or something like that were written in the holy writings.
With the bar dislodged the lap belt and leg restraint also disengaged. Mae was now free to stand, and not a moment too soon. The choppers and lights were getting closer and the crash sight would be found in minutes.
"We have to leave.Suit off." Mae said as she stood up. She felt a bit weak from the loss of blood, but they had to get moving. She looked down with a smile and chucked as Stara just stayed on her knees with a look of total astonishment. "Com'on..We have ta go." Mae groaned. Being bowed to just didn't seem to be her thing. It worked for Zeus and the other Olympians, but for her it just felt weird.
Mae rolled her eyes as the wide eyed girl nodded and slowly stood. As the pair started out the door, with Stara going first, Mae remembered T'nel's words about leaving nothing. Mae paused in the doorway for a moment to ponder just what she was supposed to do. She looked around the small pod noticing the only thing resembling controls that were still working were the ones near the door, but she couldn't make heads or tails of the writing. "You'd think if I was supposed to activate a self destruct or something T'nel would have said how." the teen grumbled in frustration as she shrugged and turned to leave.
"Self destruct protocols may be activated once primary criteria are established." A female sounding computer voice replied.
Mae stopped, turned with a quizzical expression and after a brief moment asked "What criteria are needed?"
The choppers were getting closer and closer as Mae listened to the computer generated voice. "Escape pod must have been activated. Escape pod must have reached world capable of sustaining life. Occupants must be free of restraints. All criteria have been established. Do you wish to activate self destruct?"
"Yes, activate self destruct." Mae answered in a commanding tone, then turned to leave.
"Time required for countdown must be entered." the computer replied.
"Great." Mae groaned as she again stopped and Stara stood outside waiting patiently. How was she to know how to enter the time? What were the increments used by the damn thing and how do you convert them to minutes and seconds? She then arched her eyes as an idea came to mind. If the computer could tell this world was capable of sustaining life it must have that data from sensors somehow. "Do you sense the life forms that were in the pod when it crashed?"
"Sensors indicate pod occupants still in close proximity to pod." the machine replied making Mae smile smugly.
"When life forms are at a safe distance, initiate self destruct." Mae stated.
"Self destruct activated. Self destruct will commence when life forms evacuate danger area."
Satisfied she had done as T'nel had said, Mae walked out to Stara. The pair took a few steps then heard the loud creaking metal sounds. The turned and watched in awe as the pod glowed with electrical arcs around it and it collapsed in on itself until it was no bigger than a baseball. "Not exactly what I expected." Mae commented.
"I kind of expected a big explosion.Seems a bit anticlimatic, doesn't it?" Stara commented. She then ached her eyes as something came to mind. "You know..On our ships the escape pods have supplies like water and food." And some all weather clothing. It wasn't cold, but it was a bit cool out to be spending a lot of time outside without at least a sweater. And it had been a long time since she ate.
"If we don't get moving not having food will be the least of our concerns." Mae replied as the watched the choppers not that far away. They had found the path the pod took as it smashed through the trees and had to have seen the light from the self destruct. The spotlight would see them in a minute or so if they didn't get under cover of the trees.
T'nel handed a replacement power coil through the access hatch into the main power conduit where Lucas was hard at work trying to fix his ship. Lucas had some spare parts on board in case of emergency, but this particular coil was from the aft weapons systems. When they finished the ship would be able to fly, have limited shielding that would be more than able to withstand anything short of another nuke and would travel at low warp speed. Lucas wouldn't allow them to come up short on that. When it was time to leave, weather when they wanted or were forced to, he wanted to be able to move fast.
As Lucas took the object about the size of a coke can from her she grinned and asked "So your saying there was someone else on this ship with us."
T'nel squatted down to look through the 2 foot by 2 foot opening as Lucas lay on his back with his head towards her trying to get the engines back on line. "I'm saying there was another mind. On a ship as big as yours it would be impossible to detect, but on a ship this size."
"It stood out."
"Like a sore thumb. I have no doubts it was that entity that kept the shields working and us alive." Lucas answered as he craned his neck to look at T'nel squatting down to look in while conversing. With the view making him a little uncomfortable he sighed and turned quickly away. "Could you please turn sideways or put your knees together please?" he asked. He had known her for a long time and he knew she was doing it on purpose. When his father was alive she seemed to enjoy teasing him by always being naked and purposely saying things such that they could be construed sexually. Something she and his father would laugh hysterically about.
"Oh sorry." The O'tean replied as if her squatting and giving him a view of her twat was purely accidental. The fact Lucas's people were not trained like O'tean males, but were hung just as well, made her chuckle when his pants would stretch.
Lucas cleared his throat as he went back to work. "As I was saying. Anyone with the power to ward off nuclear warheads is extremely powerful. Whether it's that Lunara your young friend was talking about I do not know. But whoever it is they would be taken as a god on a primitive world quite easily, even more so than your Olympians."
"And the mind is gone now?"
"I'm guessing for some reason you weren't wanted on the pod." Lucas chuckled back as he tightened the nuts holding the coil in place. The other pod had come back on line just before they splashed down and sank in rough seas.
"But why?" T'nel wondered. What was this entity doing and why wasn't she wanted?
Lucas finished tightening the devise in place and started to crawl on his back towards the hatch. "Could be because your blue and would stand out like an oasis in the desert. Or it could be because you just can't seem to keep your knees together." he joked as he got to the hatch to find T'nel still squatting with her legs spread.
Lucas sighed as T'nel was thinking too intently to hear him or notice he was trying to get out of the conduit. "Hello?...Anyone home?" he chuckled as T'nel just seemed to be thinking things through. Being a bit of a rogue though Lucas couldn't give up a chance for a good laugh, even in a crippled ship under 1000 feet of water.
"AAAARRRRR.HEYYY..AAARRGGG.OOOWWWWW." T'nel shrieked when Lucas' right index finger was jammed two knuckles deep into her twat. As she jumped to her feet in shock she then banged her head on the low ceiling. "You bastard." She groaned while rubbing the back of her sore head and Lucas laughed hysterically.
"You've had that coming for years." Lucas said laughingly as he exited the now unblocked hatch.
T'nel gave Lucas an angry stare, which softened too quickly. He looked so much like his father and they both shared the same warped sense of humor it was hard to be angry with him. T'nel quickly caught herself and put a stern expression back on her face, then grumbled "If you and your father could keep it in your pants he'd still be alive."
Lucas wore an ear to eat smile as he watched her after she turned and walked away. She was one of the most attractive women he'd ever met, and the way her butt moved when she walked could make a man hard in seconds. Sure his dad got killed in a fight over a woman, but his species developed not to be monogamous. Different mates, multiple mates and full out orgies were the norm on their world. Love didn't have to be just between two people, God didn't make them that way. In their culture the pleasures of sex were a gift from the gods and were to be shared with as many and as often as possible. But Lucas was trying to adapt to this unnatural life style, he had been with one mate for a long time and had only been with a few others in that time. Mostly when he was far from home and wouldn't be seeing G'shell during that time.
"Ah-hum." Anara squeaked as she paced back and forth next to the small bed where Gaius lay belly down under a sheet. "Just a hair too slow I see." she joked as she looked down with her best disapproving expression, her hands clasped behind her back.
"Ha-ha.Nice to see your safe too." He replied with a half grin. He looked up at Anara who had been given one of the uniforms from the cabin to wear. Gaius had no clue as to what Colonel Erikson had almost done, and he never would if she had her way. She had even gathered the video tapes and burned them while Colonel Erikson and his men were loaded into trucks to be taken to a holding cell somewhere. Gaius grinned as the button down shirt she had on was more than a little tight across the chest, but he wasn't about to complain.
Anara held her displeased expression as she paced at his bed side. "Now how should the wording go for your medal?" she said doing her best not to laugh. "Captain Gaius Gesport wounded in the posterior while protecting the royal family.I think that says it all."
"I don't think you have to say where I was wounded." Gaius groaned. Sure he got a piece of debris from the explosion in his right butt cheek, but that wasn't something he'd want made public.
"Oh.So you are expecting a medal for doing your job." Anara said as she stopped pacing and folded her arms across her chest with an almost angry expression on her face.
"Your family is a lot of work.One of you is even high maintenance." the hunk joked back.
"Wha?!....I am not..You take that back." the shocked princess gasped as Gaius chuckled.
Anara visited a few more minutes then left her man to rest. She exited the room and closed the door behind her before looking at the guards and holding her wrists up. "Thank-you." Gaius was in a windowless room while the rest of his men were being held somewhere else.
"I don't think cuffing you will be required Your Highness, you gave your word and we will keep ours." Major Miller stated as he appeared from around the corner in the underground caves.
Anara nodded and walked towards the man. She hadn't been rescued by loyalists, but by a small group of rebels. Rebels that, from what she was finding out, had infiltrated the Gor province to carryout a plan to assassinate her uncle, then all hell broke loose and they were in hiding in the mountains.
Anara had a few problems with what she was hearing. One, there were too many of them. In fact there were dozens. Secondly, they were armed too well. They had their own trucks and shoulder rockets. Why did they have military uniforms? How did they know the tunnels well enough to avoid detection? The actual maps were a well kept secret and those caught in the passages without permission were severely punished. And how did they build a base inside a large chamber in the tunnels? There were a half dozen buildings in the complex. There were sleeping quarters, a kitchen, offices and supplies. These were not rebels in her mind.
"Good, follow me then if you please."
"Who are you really?" the princess asked while looking around as she followed him from the building where Gaius was recovering to another building, this one an office. "You are not rebels." she said insistently.
"We will talk later." the man replied as he pointed to a wooden chair in front of his desk. What irked Anara the most about him was his refusal to answer her questions. He seemed to be a man of few words.
"Fine." Anara grunted. So now comes the interrogation she thought. She sat down in the chair and held her body straight. She was a daughter of the highest house and rebels or not she would be strong.
Major Miller walked over to a big cabinet off to the side in the 12 by 15 foot room. It had doors on the top and drawers on the bottom. He opened the doors to reveal a video screen. They even have video down here Anara asked in her mind as the man turned on the devise and then the tape player below it. "There are a few things you need to see. First is a portion of the Markson pay-per-view from last night. And the other is from last night's news broadcast. And there are a few other things as well." Like atrocities committed by her family or in her family's name.
"Huh?" Anara thought she was to be questioned. But instead he was going to make her watch something?
"We will talk later." was all he said as the show started and he curiously walked out the door, closing and locking it behind him.
"You sure showing her that is a good idea, sir?" one of the guards outside the door asked.
"Would you want to be the one to tell her what happened?" the officer whined. He didn't get to where he was by being stupid.
"I'LL KILL THE BASTARD!!" came the scream from inside the building.
"Don't let her out." the major stated as he quickly started to walk away.
"THE WHOLE DAMN EMPIRE SAW THIS?" Anara screamed. The young guard turned his head and nervously looked at the door hoping the princess couldn't get out. It was against the code to strike royalty and he doubted anything less wouldn't stop her from lashing out at anyone in sight by the sound of her shouting. "MARKSON WILL PAY FOR THIS!"
Josef Markson awoke with a big smile, and a handful of big soft boob. He couldn't remember the last time he awoke this hard. The pudgy man was sandwiched in between his wife behind him and his newest acquisition in front.
The sun must be a couple of hours over the horizon by now he figured and he was getting hungry. But first things first he thought. He released the royal asset and reached down and took his cock in his hand. "When you've finished, send her into the bath. I would like her to wash my back." his wife whispered in his ear as he pressed his cock up against the sleeping princess' butt hole with evil intent.
"I doubt she'll be doing anything to your back." Josef joked as the wife climbed out of bed.
"And I will never let you do that to me." she replied as she looked back at Josef gently guiding Sara onto her stomach and getting on top without rousing her. "Three.two.one." she quietly counted down for him as he held himself in a pushup position over Sara, his feet were outside of hers and his hands were resting just beside her head.
"AAAARRRGGGG!" Sara shouted as her eyes flew open with the rude awakening. Markson rested his whole 295 pounds on her body to hold her down as her head shot up and her arms flailed about. Markson chuckled as she took a loud and deep gasping breath then groaned "By the goddess." as she feebly tried to knock him off her back, and out of her ass.
"Too late princess. I'm in too deep." Markson cooed in her ear as he pushed in even deeper.
"Please.It ..Hurts." Sara whimpered as Markson rocked on his conquest. "Please .your .too ...big."
"That's right sweetheart. Every guy wants the slut under him to tell him he's too big."
"HHHPPPFFF..HHHHPPPPFFFF..HHHHPPPFF." Tears filled Sara's eyes as Marksom humped her burning ass. She tried to block the pain in her ass by thinking of other things. Like how just days before she was looking forward to meeting her husband to be and the only sexual activity she'd had was a boob exam from her doctor and giving him a blow job a couple of times a year. But in just a few short days she had gotten fucked by nine different men and now her ass was being raped for the second time.
Sara clutched the bottom sheet, actually starting to rip it as she grimaced and grunted with each thrust of her now heavily perspiring master. Sara was grossed out as his sweat started to drip off his forehead onto her head. She forced herself not to turn her head after getting a few drops on the left side of her face.
When he was sure his property was no longer struggling and had excepted her situation he gripped her shoulder with his right hand and pulled her onto her side as he rolled to the side. In time she would wake up still spooning with his cock up her ass. She would awaken without panic as to her it will become her normal morning ritual. In time she would learn to fuck him in the middle of the night without waking the wife. She will also learn to service the wife without waking him.
Markson slipped his left arm under Sara as they rolled over. Again in a spooning position Markson gripped Sara's double Ds, one in each hand, giving himself an idea on how he could make some more money off her. He kneaded her soft mounds and tweaked her erect nipples as he rocked his hips with hard thrusts. "Please, it hurts." she whimpered. Markson nearly chuckled as the girl arched her back and subconsciously rocked back against him. Even as her mind still resisted him, her body was cooperating. Someday she wouldn't just tolerate this, she would enjoy it.
After another 5 minutes Sara grimaced when he grabbed her tits hard and pulled her back against his sweaty hairy body. She closed her eyes and gave a silent prayer as he groaned and filled her ass with his hot spew.
Josef massaged the massive orbs for a few moments. Tit fucking her was coming to mind as his spent rod shrank. Maybe in the afternoon he thought. He was to be on a midday talk show in a few hours, then in the afternoon his show would be on the road to the next city. But that show wouldn't be for a few days, and Markson had a few ideas on how to get some money a little sooner.
Josef's dick slipped out of Sara's tight ass as he released her tits. He rubbed Sara's right arm a few times then using both hands, shoved the girl out of bed. "WHA???" Sara screamed as she realized there was nothing between her and the floor but two and a half feet of air. "HHHPPP." she grunted as her naked body crash landed on the carpet.
"Your mistress is awaiting your services in the bath." Markson coldly stated as the angry princess jumped to her feet. She stood staring hatefully at him, her hands balled up into fists and her chest heaving. Josef chuckled as her big boobs rose and fell with each of her angry breaths. Markson coolly rolled onto his back and folded his hands behind his head. "If you behave your ass will know only my cock. Be a bad girl and I will have as many men fuck your ass as it will take to tame you."
Markson had a smug smile as the naked beauty squinted hatefully at him, then walked towards the bathroom. "Great boobs, great ass and the face of a goddess. And your all mine to do with as I please."
The sounds of birds chirping loudly and the rising sun greeted Stara as she slowly opened her eyes. She and Mae had stopped to get a short nap when they reached the edge of the forest. They had traveled miles to the north in an effort to reach Shoman City. The young princess rolled away from Mae, whom she had been snuggled up against to share warmth, and sat up. She looked down at the slumbering Shadow Warrior while she stretched wondering about the others. The prophecy had talked about three.
Mae awoke moments later. "Suit off." she said with a sleepy voice. The few hours they had gotten just didn't seem long enough. Mae too sat up to meet the new day. After they had entered the forest Mae had activated her power suit again to use it's sensors to help them find their way in the dark and to avoid patrols searching for them. The added benefit being the wound on her head was almost completely healed now. And they found a downed tree over the river to use as a bridge.
While they trekked they had talked about a variety of subject, from how democracies work to boys. Stara was very interested in boys. Mae could understand her curiosity given she was closely watched and cooped up in the palace most of the time. Mae also learned Stara was truly pure, she'd never even seen a naked man in person. She'd never been touched or even gotten a real kiss so Mae had hedged when Stata wanted to know about sex. What did it feel like? Would it hurt? What does a cock taste like? Mae was a bit shocked when the girl asked about that, she hadn't mentioned anything about oral sex, that question seemed to come from nowhere. But Mae tried to be as informative as she could, and cut the girl some slack. After all she had had a lousy 18th birthday. Just days before most of her family had been killed, her older sister is publicly raped by her uncle and she is launched into the depths of space and almost dies. Then gets shot down on her return home, not exactly the birthday present she wanted. All and all not a good couple of days.
The girls sat side by side looking out at a vineyard and the house a half mile or so away. A tudor style two story that looked as if it could be from a European countryside back home. Beyond the farm they could make out the tops of sky scrappers popping out over the mist. "If I'm right, then that's Shoman City. The mountains are just beyond that, then I'll be home." Stara whimpered. The concern was in her voice. What and whom awaited her? Where were her sisters? And how were they going to get home in the first place? She had no money and showing her face in a public place could get her killed. She doubted the attack on the ship was an accident, to her it was clear her uncle would see her dead rather than let her return.
Mae eyed the city off in the distance as she went over the situation in her head. For Stara to gain the throne they would need to travel to the capital in a little over 3 days. Neither could show their faces for different reasons. For Stara it was she could be recognized and for Mae it was there were on Asian people. But they would need help getting past the small mountain range. As they walked during the night, the birds telling Stara which way to go, Stara had informed Mae there were only two passes through the mountains for over a hundred miles in either direction. They both agreed someone would be watching. They also didn't have a map of the tunnels, meaning the only choice left was to trek over the mountains where there were no trails. And for that they would need a guide. And for a guide they would need money.
Mae grinned as she looked towards the house in the middle of the vineyard. Someone was hanging out laundry. "Maybe we can get something warmer to wear."
"Stealing is wrong." Stara replied. She may have problems, but she was a princess and there were standards to uphold. How could she face her subjects should she become queen? Stealing a loaf of bread, or bag of flour would get someone in trouble. How could she sit on the throne knowing she had done the same thing?
"We need warmer clothes." Mae stated. She understood stealing was wrong, but with the restriction of not being seen, that limited how they could get the clothes. "And the mountains will be cold. We have to have warmer clothing." Stara's toga and Mae's denim hot pants and halter top had them both feeling chilled already. Mae could count on her power suit to keep her from freezing, but that wouldn't help Stara.
"It's still wrong." Stara grumbled as she stood up and stretched again before starting to walk down the rows of grape vines growing up wooden frames.
"This side." Mae corrected as Stara started walking straight towards the house. "We need to stay out of sight." Mae would use the vines and their leaves to hide behind while sneaking up on the clothes line.
Stara reluctantly followed Mae's lead and moved over. "Maybe we can use the bathroom. I really need to pee."
Mae stopped mid step and had to think if she heard right. "I think asking to use the bathroom would ruin the whole not being seen part." Mae said before turning to see the smile that said gotcha.
As they slowly walked, keeping eyes open for people at the house and for anyone else that might see them, Mae noticed nearly half the vines were dead. Stara explained there was a big drought in the Gor Provence the season before and many farmers were having financial problems. But that was nothing to the drought before she was born. It lasted 5 years and the water in the lake south of the city dropped low enough to show the passage into the channel that ran under the mountains.
When they got to the end of the vine rows there was about 30 feet to the clothes line. Made of steel pipes with ropes strung across Stara ginned when noticing two woolen clocks with hoods hanging out to dry. "Those we can use. They're warm, they will hide our faces and they're in fashion now."
"Oh good.company.I almost never have company" an excited sounding woman's voice behind them made Mae and Stara look at each other as if to ask where did she come from, before turning to see the old woman holding a hoe in her right hand.
The old woman's eyes opened wide as she spotted Stara and her tiara that was still on her head. "Your majesty." she gasped before dropping to her knees. Well it was slower than actually dropping. At her age the joints just didn't work the same as they did 50 years before.
To Mae the woman could be from any farm in Kansas. The bare foot woman looked to be in her 80s but a life of toil in the fields could age someone faster. Her straw hat to keep the sun that would be out later from burning her neck and leathery face along with her floral print dress said pure country hick back home.
"Please stand..If someone sees." Stara gasped as she looked around deeply worried.
"Stand?" the confused old woman whined. A lowly farmer does not stand before royalty. But then she had also seen the events of the days before and the news that morning.
"Yes stand." Stara said insistently as Mae looked around for anyone else nearby.
"OOOMMPPFF." the woman grunted as she used the hoe as a brace to help herself stand. "If seen you don't want to be, then we should go inside."
"We really shouldn't." Mae answered.
"It's not much, but you two look like you could use some breakfast...And where are you from?...Are you one of those aliens?" the old woman took a long look at Mae as she walked by towards the house. She in all her years hadn't seen a face like that.
"Yes and no." Stara replied. "She is from the world the Sky Demons took our ancestors from." the wide eyed expression on the woman as she turned back around made Stara giggle.
An hour and a half later the girls were on their way again. The old woman had cooked them a nice oatmeal breakfast and let them use the bathroom to relieve themselves and even shower. She even traded two dry cloaks she had in the closet for a couple of Stara's gold bracelets. For another bracelet the old woman had given them some money, not much but it was all she had and could buy them a few meals at a cheap establishment. And after Stara pointed out Mae's athletic shoes would stand out the old woman had a barely worn pair of sandals to trade, but for those she wanted Mae's gold cross and chain. Seemed she had a granddaughter on one of the colonies whose father was Christian.
The old woman had said she would give them a ride into the city, but the truck was broken and she didn't have the money to fix it. And she didn't drive too well any more anyway. But the money she would get from selling the bracelets would go a long way for her, far more than the cost of a couple of cloaks and the money she had traded. Stara did however ask the woman to wait a few days before selling them in case someone started asking questions.
With them both wearing cloaks with the hoods up the girls didn't have to sneak and hide. They walked along the side of the road talking about everything from politics to boys to what had happened to her sister Sara. Although she didn't see any of it, the news was full of what was going on including her sister's situation. It also included her uncle's arrest, the incident with her cousins, the question of whether or not she was even alive and the cease fire between her uncle's forces and loyalists.
Mae had her sword strapped to her back under her cloak in case she needed to access it in a hurry. All she would have to do is activate her power suit and flip off the cloak to be ready for a fight. Mae walked along talking with Stara while looking oddly at things. The cars that passed them while they walked looked like they could be from the 50s back home. The radio and TV in the farm house, which they referred to as video and audio, looked to be old technology as well. To Mae it seemed odd that with a society that had achieved warp speed would still be so archaic. Then again she thought, back home in Kansas people on the farms also had a lot of older stuff. Maybe once they got to the city she would see some amazing things. And although she'd rather avoid the city, it seemed to be the best place to get the names of guides. And from her great grandfather's teachings, the best place to hide is in a crowd.
Further down the road Mae started to see workers in the fields planting seeds. Mae was shocked and she could tell Stara was a bit concerned as well as most seemed to be children, some looking to be no more than 10 or so. Mae had asked why the children weren't in school and was informed by a saddened princess that only those that could afford school went to school. That gave the girls more topics of conversation as they plodded along.
Mae could no see why T'nel was reluctant to get involved with a civil war. Mae was starting to wonder if helping Stara was the right choice, but then if her uncle wore the crown things could get worse. Her uncle would stop at nothing to squash the rebellion, but was helping Stara the best choice. He would destroy people that seemingly wanted more say in how their leaders acted and how the population was treated, and helping her kept the status quo.
"So all children go to school?" Stara was amazed by that. After all, why would a farmer need to read. Anything a farmer would need to know he'd learn from his father and in turn he'd teach his sons. "Who pays for them to go to school?"
"Some kids slip through the cracks, but in the countries I'm from most go to school and it's paid for by taxes." Mae answered. Maybe she could help nudge their culture by indulging in Stara's curiosity about the world her ancestors were from. But that could only help if Stara took the throne. "So if you don't get home there's no other choice but your uncle?"
"The rights of succession are specific. First are all rightful male sons in order of birth. Next are all rightful daughters in order of birth. Then if one could show proof, unrightful children of the dead monarch would be next..."
"Wait?...Unrightful?" Mae whined.
"Those not through wedlock." Stara answered. "A child of a dead king would still be placed in front of a king's brother or sister.But that's never happened."
"A bastard could take the crown?"
"My uncle killed my brothers. If he knew of a bastard child of my father's he would have killed them before assassinating my father and brothers." Stara answered. To her it was that simple.
But what if he didn't know Mae wondered.
Commander Z'lar rolled onto her back, removing her right arm that had been draped over Z'for, her mate and lover. Her huge, even by O'tean standards, breasts flopped to the sides as she lay on her back. It was good to be home if just for a night. She had worn out her 7'1" mate and she herself would be sore between the legs for days. But as she enjoyed the afterglow of their lovemaking she had other concerns. She had left word to be contacted as soon as T'nel sent a message saying the girl had been returned home and she was on her way back. That should have happened by now as she glanced to her left out the window to see the sun was rising.
Z'lar sat up on the edge of the bed and glanced back at her slumbering mate. As his chest rose and fell she wondered when the next time she'd feel his 13" instrument of pleasure buried to the balls within her again. She sighed and before standing, gently patted his muscular thigh to show she was pleased with his efforts during the night even if he wouldn't know.
The warrior's J-cup breasts swayed as she walked out of the bedroom and to the computer in the living room. The rest of her family wouldn't be up for a while, but if she was right she'd be gone before then.
Z'lar had a stern look on her face as the computer awoke and she typed in the commands needed to contact her ship in orbit. "Good morning commander." came the reply from an overly sweet and perky junior crew woman. Z'lar wanted to roll her eyes, but controlled herself. They were all fresh out of school and overly eager once. She hadn't yet bothered to learn the youngster's name, but she did graduate near the top of her class.
"Didn't T'nel send a message yet?" the commander growled. It wouldn't be the kid's fault if there was none, but Z'lar felt a need to lower the teen's level of giddiness. The girl could get on one's nerves with her constant cheeriness. And the fact Z'lar noticed Zeus' eyes fell on the girl too long made Z'lar concerned. The girl was small by O'tean standards at just 5'5", but she did have a firm round set of C-cups. Z'lar's crew wasn't under orders to satisfy the needs of the Olympians, but in taking over the mission that was implied. So Z'lar had the half dozen young teens just out of school on duty for the trip home, and thus unavailable for such service.
"No ma'am, not yet." the teen replied with less enthusiasm. She was learning quickly the senior staff liked more sedated crew members.
"Send my shuttle." Z'lar barked, then hit the key to stop the transmission. Z'lar sat back in her seat and folded her arms across her ample chest as she thought about things. The gods were on New O'tea for a few days of celebrations before a shuttle would take them on the short trip to O'tea. Zeus didn't seem to mind the delay considering it had been thousands of years since last seeing his cousin. What was a few days more?
Z'lar reached to the key pad again and typed in a request to access the old Kryptonian files. The O'teans might not have known much of those people on the edge of the galaxy or they just might not be willing to acknowledge them, but maybe the older and nearly extinct race did. They had stealth probes seemingly everywhere, maybe they had one there. One she could access for information.
Z'lar chuckled when the computer as expected replied with "Access denied." Knowledge was the most valuable commodity in the universe. Knowing people who knew people was always a good thing especially when those people were T'nel, Zor-El and Jor-El. But she wouldn't be able to use the codes from her home computer. She would need to access what was left of the Kryptonian network from one of the old abandoned space stations.
An hour or so later the commander exited the shuttle bay on the Avenger and hit the com button on the wall. "Set course for the edge of the system and prepare to warp jump to the Kryptonian outpost in the Craman system." Z'lar barked, then turned off the switch.
"Ma'am? We don't have permission."
Z'lar angrily hit the com button and growled back quickly. "Set course and leave orbit. Anyone not wishing to go should leave the ship now.I will be in my quarters." It wasn't like T'nel not to send word and Z'lar was deeply concerned. For years she had watched T'nel's back and just because they weren't shipmates anymore she wasn't about to stop.
"Yes ma'am." came the quick answer.
Z'lar grunted as she walked down the hall. First she'd shower before heading to the bridge. There would be plenty of time before they reached their objective and she still had the scent of hers and Z'for's lovemaking on her.
"So why are you showing me all this?" Anara asked the major. She had watched her sister's rape and heard the cheers of the crowd while it happened. She had seen the news report about the ship carrying Stara home being shot down and the speculations of whether she was dead or alive. Then there was a slew of reports from behind rebel lines showcasing atrocities carried out by her family and the aristocracy. Men, women and children being whipped for things as simple as complaining they didn't have enough to eat. Images of palaces with armed guards on the walls surrounded by slums. Scenes of children playing in filth while those in power were driven around in fine expensive cars. The message was clear, giving all the wealth to a relative handful of people for such a long term created a society that left nearly all struggling needlessly. A situation Anara had no idea of having led a sheltered life. When traveling she and her sisters would only see the nice parts of the cities. Now she was getting a crash course in the truth.
The 5'11" 195 pound man with short blonde hair sat behind his simple wooden desk wearing black from head to toe. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. He had a big decision to make. Holding onto the princess would put Lord Glattus on the throne, Glattus being the last man any of them wanted in charge.
The major looked at the princess, trying to ignore how her assets were stretching her top, not that he would offer her a bigger one. His men would string him up if he did. "The enemy of my enemy is my ally." he replied.
Anara wore a mask of concern and fear. Why would they bother showing her all that stuff? Was showing her sister being raped meant to intimidate her? Was it to show her what she would be looking forward to? But she did understand his reference. "You are not rebels. How can you be in these passages and not be found? They are patrolled on a regular basis." Anara still wasn't trusting what she was being told.
"That's because this smaller system of tunnels is not connected to the others. It has just five obscure entrances the first of which wasn't discovered until just 10 years ago after a landslide. My men and I have set up base in here to keep an eye on both sides of the mountains. We watch, we report and carry out missions as ordered." the major calmly replied. "We are with the rebellion. After I watched my older brother beaten to death by your grandfather's soldiers I saw no other choice but to join the cause."
By the look in the man's eyes as he spoke Anara could sense what he said was true. There was genuine hatred when he talked of his brother being killed. But Anara had no time for this man's games. She had to find out about Stara. She had to stop her uncle somehow. "So, am I a prisoner or can I leave?"
Major Miller leaned forward and folded his hands together on his desk. His face was hard as he eyed the princess. There was nothing he would have liked more just a few days before than to knock a royal down. But he and his superiors agreed that this was the opportunity of a lifetime. "Let's say you're a guest with stipulations." the man answered.
As Anara wondered what he meant she also wondered if all men were perverts when noticing the man's gaze resting too long on her chest. The thought of using her assets as a distraction somehow as a means of escaping, but that would mean leaving Gaius behind. Him and all the guards for that mater. She'd be alone in the wilderness with no help and no one she could trust. "And just what are these stipulations?" She asked as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk. She had left a few buttons open at the top of her shirt and she offered the man a nice view of cleavage. She may not be a top negotiator, but this view got Gaius to give her a private tour of her grandfather's workshop. She had noticed the captain's eyes on her, lingering too long. She might have been naïve, but she wasn't that naïve.
"We have a doctor on the way and he'll be here any time. Should your younger sister not return for one reason or another we will get you safely into the palace courtyard." The major answered. "Our expectations are that you will negotiate fairly with my superiors."
"And the bad news is I am unfit to claim the throne." Anara didn't like admitting something like that to a rebel or anyone else, it was none of their business. But if they did get her into the courtyard and she stated her claim then her condition would be made known to the entire empire. Rumors were better than fact in this case.
"That's what the doctor is coming for. He will make you whole again as it were." the major said smugly as he sat back in his chair again and looked at the princess' shocked expression. It's not everyday you give a young woman her virginity back.
"What?" Anara squeaked. "I won't.I can't." Doing something like that would be dishonest. She'd be taking the crown from Stara with a lie. Stara was the rightful queen and it was her duty as a subject and more so as her older sister to put her on the throne.
"We are offering to make sure you the queen." the major stated, not understanding her hesitation. After what she did to her cousins he would have thought she'd jump at such an offer.
"The crown belongs to Stara. I will give my life if need be to make sure she takes the crown instead of my damn uncle."
"There is no evidence your sister is even alive." Major Miller stated as he ran things through in his mind. "But I have a solution...If your sister doesn't return you will claim the throne.And as a measure of good faith I will have our agents rescue your sister, Princess Sara."
"And hold her as leverage in the negotiation?"
"And have her deposited at the nearest Temple of Lunara for safe keeping." the major replied. "I said negotiate in good faith. Good faith must come from both sides."
Princess Anara sat back in her chair as she thought over his words. Could she trust him? Should she trust him? Could he really rescue her sister? To Anara it all came down to one thing, if they didn't do as they said then after she took the crown she wouldn't feel obligated to keep her word either. "Fine, but I want one of my own guards with me the whole time I'm here." Erika may be a soldier, but Anara didn't think it prudent to leave her female guard helpless in the hands of the enemy.
The major smiled as if reading her mind. He gave a little chuckle then said "The young woman will be brought to you shortly." It was a small gesture of good will that he hoped would lower the princess' guard. The rebels wanted a lot of concessions and good will was a cheap price to pay.
Mae was deeply concerned as she and Stara neared the center of Smallville, a suburb of Shoman city. She would like to chuckle at the name, but there was too much going on. Several choppers had flown overhead going back and forth from the forest behind them to the city just a few miles away in front of them. She could see the super highway just off to their left and thought it odd that given the size of the city there seemed to be a very low volume of traffic for mid morning. Where were all the people that should be going to work? And most of the cars she did see were police or military. Then there was that couple they had past walking the other way, Mae heard the man say something to the effect he hoped all the damn royals did them a favor and killed each other off to which the girl with him laughed then looked around with a worried expression as if looking to see if anyone else heard his words. And back home there would be a section of town where the wealthy lived. Here it was one palace with high walls around it and with armed guards on the walls. Stara explained he was the lord of this particular town. She also explained there would be a lord in Shoman city and another in Lakeside on the other side of the city. Every city and town had a lord and High Lords, those in control of whole sectors or provinces, sat in The House of Lords. Her uncle, Glattus, held such a post. He was the High Lord for the Province of Gor.
Along they way as they talked of other things Stara explained the monetary system using the coins the old farmer had given them. There were copper, silver and gold coins. There were three levels of each. There was the queen's coin with the face of the reigning queen, the king's coin with the face of the reigning king and the highest being the goddess' coin depicting a star. Coppers were one cent, ten cents and fifty cents. The silver were one mark, ten marks and fifty marks. Then there was gold which the old lady had none. They were 100 marks, one thousand marks and five thousand marks. Then there was paper money in the larger denominations, but a lot of the older people mistrusted paper. To them paper was worthless.
Off to the right Mae could see a shuttle taking off from the space port, it was the second they'd seen during their walk. In between another had landed. And heading towards the other end of the city was a pair of jet liners. To Mae, considering the size of the city the volume of travel seemed light, just like with the car traffic.
The town seemed rather typical as if it were plucked from a European country side and moved across the universe. Two and tree story narrow buildings packed closely together. Stores and businesses on the first floor and living quarters above. The buildings looked older and worn as if not properly maintained in quite a while.
A hundred feet or so back the girls spotted a well dressed older gentleman walking along with a very attractive redheaded teen dressed in a nice floral print mid thigh length dress. To Mae she looked to be no older than she and Stara. She stood about 5'2" and thin. Mae figured and couldn't have weighed more than 90 pounds. Mae thought she could have been the old coots granddaughter or something until Stara pointed out the stretchy fabric the girl was wearing as a choker on her slender neck. Stara had explained the choker identified her as a slave and the markings on the choker indicated which house she belonged to. Mae was then shocked as another man approached, eying the young slave and then had a verbal exchange with the older man.
Mae's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as the newcomer handed the older gentleman a handful of coins from his pocket and then ushered the young girl into a nearby alley. Mae asked "I thought she was his slave?" Mae was as bit shocked the young girl's face showed sadness as she was led away by the other man, as if this happened all the time.
"Slaves are expensive." Stara informed Mae. "Sometimes the owner recoups some of the costs by leasing his property out." the princess groaned as the old man stood on the sidewalk while a dozen feet or so in the alley the other man unbuttoned the back of the girls dress and pulled it down off her shoulders to expose her nice, though small, A-cup tits.
Mae remembered from school and from what Diana had taught her that sex in ancient times wasn't as private as it was now. In Rome, prostitution was not only legal but it was sanctioned. The prostitutes being licensed and taxed, the encounters could take place in a nook or even a dimly lit doorway. Though that wasn't included in her classroom discussions.
"Slavery is just wrong." Stara grumbled as they walked away when the man, having turned the skinny girl around and had her bent over against the wall, roughly entered her. His hands groped the young girl's chest as he humped her in the dirty alley like some wild beast. The girl's head hanging in shame, her long red hair swaying with the man's rhythm.
To Mae this planet was so familiar. It was like someone took part of Earth and brought it here. The birds and trees might be different, but on their trek she had seen and heard familiar Earth animals. She had seen horses, cows and some chickens. And though she hadn't seen a dog she had heard a few barking in the distance. But in some ways this world was stuck in the middle ages. They were technologically advanced, but still seemed to be a feudal society.
Mae noticed Stara was right about the hooded cloaks. Even though it was getting warm it seemed eight out of ten women wore one. And it seemed that no one was actually looking for Princess Stara. There were roadblocks checking cars up on the highway and soldiers and cops were everywhere, but if someone was expecting Stara to be alive Mae thought the cops would be checking the faces of all the hooded women. Mae found herself hoping that in finding the wreckage the authorities thought Stara dead. That would make her trip home that much easier.
"I think we're in good shape." Mae commented. With the sidewalk full of people going in and out of shops they could disappear in the crowd just like her great grandfather Hoshi would instruct. Hide in plain sight he would tell her.
"NNOOOO..DADDY PLEASE NO." Desperate pleas of a young girl wearing soiled and tattered clothes caught Mae, Stara's and everyone else's attention as a similar dressed older man half dragged a fairly attractive girl about Mae's and Stara's age and about Stara's size towards the center of the city square. The roads went around a park like area about 100 feet square and there was a wooden stage like platform in the middle under the shade of half a dozen leafy shade trees.
"PLEASE DADDY.NO." she whined as he pulled her up the stairs and onto the platform.
"The goddess have mercy." Stara groaned as she froze in place and watched the proceeding.
"What's happening?" Mae asked. She didn't need to ask if something was wrong, the girl's desperate pleas and the expression on Stara's face told her that.
The girl begged more and more, but the man although having a sad face wouldn't be swayed as the people in the square gathered around. "I think they're farmers. The harvest was bad last year in this area. I think he's selling her." Stara gasped in horror. Of all the ways to end up in slavery, to be sold buy one's parents was the worst.
"He can't do that. She's got rights." Mae whined quietly while looking around making sure she wasn't heard by anyone but Stara. As the crowd gathered around the stage she and Mae hung back. On Earth she'd have rights, but she wasn't in Kansas anymore.
"FRIENDS AND TOWNS PEOPLE. AS YOU KNOW TIMES HAVE BEEN HARD. AND MY FAMILY HAS NO MONEY FOR SEED THIS YEAR. I OFFER MY OLDEST DAUGHTER TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER FOR THE MINIMUM TERM OF TEN YEARS PROVIDING THE OFFER IS ENOUGH TO PAY FOR SEED." the farmer yelled to the gathered crowd.
"PLEASE DADDY NO." the girl sobbed. Being a poor farmer was of a low caste, but even the highest slave was lower than a farmer.
Mae saw the horror on Stara's face, but even though she felt this was wrong she and Stara needed to get moving. Nothing good could come from them staying and watching something like this. They needed to go unnoticed.
"LET'S SEE WHAT YOUR SELLING PLATO." A man in the crowd shouted.
"I can't watch this." the horrified princess groaned as Mae took her right hand and tried to lead her away.
Plato had a face of sadness and worry as he nodded, the turned and said something to his sobbing daughter. His head hung low as the girl wore a horrified expression when clutching her arms to her chest and shaking her head vehemently no.
Mae held on to Stara's hand to hold her back as the man told his daughter again and again she refused. "WHAT'S THE MATTER PLATO? YOUR CHILDREN RULE YOUR HOUSE?" The man in the crowd yelled mockingly, getting a hateful stare from the anguished father as the gathered crowd laughed.
"We have to keep moving." Mae said softly with a sense of urgency as the father scolded his daughter while forcibly yanking her arms free of her chest. Mae had a feeling this girl was going to be just like the one they saw up the street, but getting involved would create a situation they should avoid at the moment. This was another world with another moral code. It wasn't her place to tell them how to live. Stara and Mae both gasped as the father then ripped open the girl's shirt to show his daughter's nicely shaped B-cup assets to the crowd.
"I have to stop this." Stara said in a very non regal whine. She looked back at Mae as she tried to think of what she could do as the man moved his daughter to the front of the stage.
"SHE LOOKS LIKE HER MOTHER DID AT THIS AGE, AND SHE GAVE ME SEVEN STRONG HEALTHY CHILDREN." Plato shouted.
Stara had tears on her cheeks as she looked at Mae and said "Only I can stop this." Before Mae could stop her, Stara yanked her hand free from Mae and ran into the crowd around the stage.
"Oh crap." Mae grunted as Stara rushed towards the stage.
"STOP THIS NOW!" Stara yelled as she ran up the stairs onto the stage.
"I can't." the man groaned.
"I CAN." Stara shouted and threw off her cloak. She stood proudly and stared at the crowd as the gasped and dropped to their knees. This was her uncles territory, but she was the princess and her posture said I'm in charge. The princess in her toga gown and wearing her tiara along with the remainder of her jewelry, including the Lunara's Tear around her neck which was again giving off a faint glow, gave a stern look at the father as he and his daughter also dropped to their knees. The daughter was now holding the front of her torn shirt closed. "THERE WILL BE NO SLAVE AUCTION HERE TODAY." Stara stated loudly and with authority. She never much liked acting royal, but at this moment she was calling on all the training she had received. Head held high, chest thrust out and a strong don't mess with me expression on her face. "BEFORE SHE LEFT, LUNARA SAID THAT WE NEEDED TO STAND TOGETHER TO DEFEAT OUR GREATEST ENEMY. THAT ENEMY NOW IS DISPARE BROUGHT ON BY LAST YEAR'S POOR HARVEST. AS FARMERS AND TOWNS PEOPLE YOU NEED TO HELP AND EXCEPT HELP FROM EACH OTHER."
"But my family will starve." Plato whined. This had been a heartbreaking choice to make. But the only other choice was to go hungry or beg. And then he would end up loosing the farm.
Stara looked down with sad eyes at the man and the crowd. The man could have gotten more money for his daughter if he had brought her into the city, but unlike what happened to her sister he couldn't take her to a different place other than where they lived. "How many of you farmers are in danger of having to do the same thing?" Stara asked the crowd kneeling before her.
Mae looked to the side to see a couple of soldiers whispering to each other while watching the princess as half a dozen hands in the crowd were raised. "Then I will help." Stara stated. Mae had a tear in her eyes as Stara removed her tiara and before the crowd snapped it in half.
The crowd gave a gasp as with a little effort she broke off a piece of the fragile looking adornment and held it out to Plato. "The gems and gold are worth a small fortune. Sell them and buy your seed."
"I couldn't." Plato gasped. He could end up in the arena fighting for his life if he were accused of stealing from the royal house.
"I insist..I would make it a royal decree if I wore my father's crown." Stara stated.
As the man reluctantly took the tiara piece, Mae watched as one of the soldiers left to run down the sidewalk towards another group of soldiers too far away to see or hear what was going on here. As Stara broke more pieces off her tiara and jumped off the stage Mae looked around to make sure no one was watching her, then said "Suit engage."
Mae kept watch as Stara gave away all of her tiara to help the poor farmers and towns people. Those receiving pieces thanked the generous princess for the gifts that would go a long way to helping the local economy. The subjects stayed on their knees as she walked back up on stage and reclaimed her cloak.
"Just fucking great." Mae groaned as while Stara put her cloak back of the soldier that ran off was running back with a half dozen more. Eight soldiers with guns with all these people around wasn't a situation she wanted. The whole idea of coming into town was to blend in and get lost in the crowd, not to make a public spectacle.
"I think you need to come with us princess." one of the soldiers stated as he and the others approached and spread out to cut off any avenue of escape.
Stara stood on the stage and looked at the soldier and watched the others surround the stage and the crowd. "I think I will make my way on my own." she sternly told him. These were her uncle's men and there was no way she was going with them willingly. And to her surprise the crowd thought the same thing as they jumped to their feet and surrounded the stage, setting themselves up as human shield for the princess.
Mae winced as the lead soldier ordered his men to aim their rifles at the crowd. To her it was now time to act. She let her cloak slip off and held it in her left hand as she drew her sword with her right. A few running steps to build momentum and she launched herself into the air and over the soldiers and crowd. The faces of the first to see her showed shock and glee as Mae did a flip in the air and landed in the typical heroine squat a few feet from Stara.
As a murmur went through the crowd and the soldiers looked with confusion to their leader, Mae dropped her cloak and held her glowing sword at the ready unaware people in the stores were gathered at the window with some taking pictures. The crowd gasped at the sandal clad black fighter wearing white hot pants and a white halter top. "I THINK THE BEST THING FOR EVERYONE RIGHT NOW IS FOR YOU TO TELL HER UNCLE I WILL SEE THE PRINCESS BACK HOME." Mae stated as she looked straight at the leader through her full face shield.
"It's the prophesy." Mae heard a woman in the crowd gasp.
"It's a dark warrior." a surprised man added.
"PROTECT THE PRINCESS." someone screamed.
Plato stood as the towns people lunged at the shocked soldiers. "Thank-you Your Highness. But you must flee. More soldiers will be here quickly."
Mae didn't need to hear him say it again. As the crowd tackled the soldiers and started beating them she quickly picked up her cloak, draping it over her sword arm, and then grabbed Stara by the hand. It was going to be hard getting Stara home before, now it was going to be damned near impossible. Before it was questionable if she was alive, now everyone would know and know where she was. And from the location of the crash site and this town the route would be extrapolated. Although Stara helped these people she might have just sealed her own fate.
Mae dragged Stara down the street and past shocked pedestrians and drivers. There were a lot fewer cars than in a similar town back home, but the sight of a Dark Warrior running down the street caused several accidents.
Mae pulled the princess into a narrow alley and looked behind to make sure no one was behind them. Only then did she release Stara's hand and sheath her sword. "Suit off...We are so screwed now." Mae groaned as she put her cloak back on. People would be looking for them now and the hoods would not help as much as before.
"I couldn't let that man sell his daughter." the princess whined defensively. She never wanted to be queen. Her only reason for rushing home was to keep the crown off her uncle's head. Not for her or her sisters, but for the best of the people. Taking the crown herself would save millions of lives, it was that simple to her.
"I know, but now they know your alive and where you are." Mae said while grabbing Stara's hand again and leading her out on to the next street. Mae's heart pounded as ten soldiers ran by, headed for the town square.
Commander Z'lar stood from her chair in the middle of the bridge. The communications channel was opened, but the abandoned space station a hundred meters away from the ship wasn't responding. Their scans showed the station was still operational, operating at minimal power but with it's shields up to keep would be scavengers away. And thanks to her friendship with T'nel, Z'lar knew this station was the information hub for this sector of the galaxy. If the Kryptonians knew anything about those humans it would be in this station's memory banks. Getting that information though wouldn't be easy. The Kryptonians had a secretive nature when it came to knowledge.
A bit frustrated, Z'lar folded her arms across her overly abundant bosom and spoke again. "This is Commander Z'lar of the O'teans. Access code Jor-El Zor-El 3..1..7 Pi." This was the third code she'd tried. It had to work, she only knew one other. And considering the brothers over saw the refit of this station the back door code should be valid.
"Commander Z'lar voice recognized, state nature of request." the familiar voice replied. Z'lar had a feeling Jor-El would leave another piece of himself behind. He and his brother were both brilliant, but they both also had over inflated egos.
Z'lar turned to her science officer and nodded as she spoke. "We are transmitting data and would like information on the indicated star systems."
Z'lar waited nervously for a few moments, then her answer came. "Access denied."
Z'lar clenched her jaw, but held back her anger. After all she was dealing with a machine. But by the damn machine's reply it was clear the Kryptonians knew of these people. If not the computer would have responded with something akin to no data available. "We know there are human there. Humans from Earth and Earth being a planet where you, Jor-El, visited. We also know a race called the Anunnaki were involved."
"Access denied." Jor-El's voice again replied.
"Stubborn as ever." Z'lar grumbled. She then squinted her eyes as she thought of ways around the machine's programming. "Your niece Kara is on Earth and one of her best friends might be in danger as might T'nel be as well. We need information on these worlds. Or would you rather we interfere blindly?"
Z'lar grinned as a holographic image of a very young Jor-El appeared before her on the bridge. It had been a long time since she'd seen him alive and hadn't met him as a young man, but this image of him was of a man in his late twenties. "All files on this sector are being downloaded."
"You look as beautiful as your images on file." Jor-El stated as the hologram gave Z'lar a long look over.
"You got to be kidding me." the commander chuckled. The Kryptonians had a way of downloading most of their knowledge into computer files directly from their brains, in a sense giving them a form of immortality. But some of their personality was also downloaded. And where Jor-El was a notorious womanizer, his lustful ways were also sometimes downloaded. "What are you going to do? Flash shiny lights at me?" The O'tean commander asked laughingly.
"You would be surprised what the right kinds of energy can do." the holographic image of Jor-El replied as he openly ogled Z'lar's J-cup tits.
"Well, I don't Thi..IINK.." Z'lar's jaw dropped as a bright blue light hit her from nowhere right between her legs, buckling her knees.
"Files have finished downloading Ma'am" the science officer chuckled as Z'lar had to grab the arm of her captains chair to stay on her feet.
"Good.Get us out of here." Z'lar gasped as the pleasure in her crotch intensified. "AND I BETTER NEVER HEAR A WORD OF THIS SPOKEN." the commander then shouted just before biting her bottom lip. This was a bit embarrassing. But in her mind she wondered if the Kryptonians could do this with just energy, what kind of pleasure toys did they have?
"I don't follow orders." Nova chuckled as she appeared on the bridge standing next to the image of Jor-El. The young goddess wore a big smile as the shocked and embarrassed blue woman fell to her knees, her breath becoming ragged.
"Course set and engines engaged." the helms woman stated.
"What .are.you.doing..here?" Z'lar asked as she lay on the floor with a powerful orgasm building up.
Nova chuckled as she looked down and watched Z'lar's eyes roll back in her head. The commander's huge breasts wobbled as her body twitched and jerked on the floor. "Your not the only one who can act without permission. I'm going with you."
Even though Nova thought this was funny, deep inside she wished she could feel what Z'lar was feeling. The young goddess was too afraid to let herself go. When she lost control she would loose control of her powers. An orgasm could incinerate the guy giving her one. And having one in the confined space of a spaceship would destroy the ship and everyone on it. She had let herself go once with a son of Poseidon, the seas boiled around them. If he wasn't a god he would have been dead. He did however end up looking like a boiled lobster.
As the image of Jor-El vanished, so did the pleasure energy focused on Z'lar. The busty blue commander lay on her back catching her breath and trying not to enjoy the after glow of Jor-El's gift. Z'lar lay on her back, her huge breasts flopped to the sides as her chest rose and fell with each deep breath. After several seconds she slowly sat up and barked "Science and medical examine the data. I want a report by mid day.And not a word of this is to be spoken."
Z'lar then climbed to her feet and gave the young goddess a stern look, making her wipe the big smile from her face. "Not a word." Z'lar growled.
"Yes ma'am." Nova replied as she snapped to attention and gave the commander a salute. Any effect from Nova's big bouncing breasts in her tiny halter top was lost on the bridge crew of O'tean females though.
"Great, just great." Z'lar groaned. It was bad enough to have left orbit without permission, but now she had one of the Olympians with her as well. If she returned home to leave off the goddess she'd most likely be arrested on the spot. Z'lar gave the smirking young goddess another stern glare, then growled "Follow me."
Z'lar led Nova from the bridge. She would take the blonde goddess to her quarters for a long talk. Z'lar had a lot of questions that needed answering. Like why would Zeus have brought her in the first place? After seeing what happened with the swarm this goddess was to dangerous to have on a starship. But mostly Z'lar was concerned with the reaction the swarm gave to the goddess. They had seemingly hesitated before charging at her. But why? Z'lar had watched that sequence from the security footage a dozen times, and it bothered her. From everything she'd heard about the creatures they should have rushed and overwhelmed her with no hesitation at all. Was it because there were so few of them left? Or did they sense something else? It had turned out the young goddess was too powerful for them in that situation, but how could they have known?
Princess Sara sat in the back seat of Markson's grand car. The entertainment mogul's long black vehicle had more than enough room in the back for even the biggest of men to stretch their legs. Sara sat on the right, staring out the window. Markson himself sat in the middle with his wife on the other side. The driver and an armed guard rode in front. More cars, trucks and busses made up the caravan that transported Markson's show as it rolled down the highway.
Sara sighed, but kept her gaze out the window when she felt Markson take her left hand. She clenched her jaw, but offered no other negative reaction as he wrapped her fingers around his once again hard shaft. She stroked his shaft while trying to block this latest humiliation from her mind. But then this wasn't that bad she thought. And it was better than tasting her mistress' twat.
Sara had been brought to the studio for the man's appearance on a show, but while he was promoting the show she was put to work. As a special gift to his fans, a booth was set up in the studio's lobby. Sara was placed in a wood chair behind a wooden table naked from the waist up except for her knock off tiara Markson had made for her. Her arms were over the back of the chair with her wrists tied together forcing her to arch her back and thrust her nice DD rack out. Then any fan willing to pay the nominal price was allowed to pass by and given a few moments to examine the royal assets up close and personal. Sara, being of noble upbringing, refused to cry even as the line stretched out of the building and down the street. She had lost count of how many men, and even some women, took the opportunity to squeeze her tits. This was just another in a growing list of humiliations Markson would have to answer for someday.
Sara glanced to the front of the car. Even though she couldn't see their faces she knew the driver and guard were smiling, they both had also been through the line. They were actually two of the first to pay to touch her.
After hours of being molested she was dressed in a fine evening gown, black, mid thigh length and strapless. Her hair and make-up were done and her tiara was again placed on her head. She was then led out of the studio pass the press waiting outside and loaded into the car. Sara had only seen that many flashes going off a few other times. Her being his slave was bringing him and his show a ton of free publicity.
Sara continued to mindlessly stroke the man's cock as she watched the countryside roll by. She had only been off world a few dozen times, and then those times were only to cities. She had never seen the country sides of any of the worlds. But she couldn't enjoy it at the moment.
Sara sighed again as Markson wrapped his right arm around her body. She subconsciously tightened her grip as his hand claimed her right tit once more. Sara just stared out the side window as his left hand then grabbed the front of the gown and pulled it down. "Your learning." he happily stated as her boobs popped free and she offered no resistance.
"Yes mater." she droned while thinking of just what she could do to him for all the abuse and humiliation he had pushed upon her. Her mind just couldn't come up with anything vile and painful enough to make him pay for what he was doing to her.
"Hand jobs are for teens." Mrs. Markson stated laughingly.
Sara wanted to wring the woman's neck for her comment. And for making her eat her damn pussy for half an hour in the shower that morning. But instead Sara sighed, then said "Yes mistress." Sara turned around and bent over. She closed her eyes as she wrapped her lips around her master's rock hard cock.
"She's going to be the best sex slave we've ever had." the woman then commented.
Sara bobbed her head, using her tongue and lips to pleasure her master while thinking that he wasn't the only one she was going to have a score to settle with. Mrs. Markson was going to experience pain and misery as well.
Mae and Stara managed to sneak out of Smallville and into Shoman City through back streets while avoiding soldiers and police on high alert. Road blocks were everywhere and police were randomly stopping hooded girls on the streets and making them drop their hood to show their faces. But by staying alert, the girls had managed to make it to the seedier part of the big city. From movies Stara seemed to think this was an area to find someone willing to take them over the mountains discretely. Mae had to agree, in all the movies she'd seen as well, the guide always seemed to be from a rough and down trodden area of town. And in a really dangerous bar. It always seemed to be a bar. They did however have in their favor the fact it was still only mid day and any bar would most likely have only a few customers.
As they had gotten to town Mae had started to notice a bit of a problem. The translator chip only seemed to work with verbal language. The signs on front of stores and other buildings looked like total gibberish to her. That wasn't a problem as long as Stara was with her, but Mae didn't like the idea of having to count on someone else to read signs for her.
Heads turned as two hooded small women walked into what would be referred to on Earth as a dive. The Goddess' Keep fit that description perfectly right down to the rough wood plank floors. Seeing and empty table in a dark back corner and away from the windows that looked out onto the sidewalk where people walked by, the two girls made their way towards it with Stara first and Mae watching everything going on. Four big nasty looking men sat at the bar where a big bald headed man gave one what looked like a beer. The TV set behind the bar was on showing some kind of auto race. There were dozens of tables between the bar and booths along the opposite wall. Three men sat at one table, two others at a booth near the front of the bar and one lone man with a mug of beer and eating a leg of lamb at a table towards the rear.
As the girls neared him his foot came up to push the chair across from himself into their path. Mae pulled Stara back and placed herself between Stara and the man who just sat back in his seat and grinned at them. Normally in a place like this one minds their own business, unless one wants trouble.
"Sit." the man sternly stated, but not too loudly.
Mae squinted her eyes and slid the chair to the side while keeping an eye on the man. She figured him to be 6'3" to 6'6" and a well built 240 or so pounds. Well built was an understatement Mae thought. He was wearing a tight fitting sleeveless T-shirt like garment that showed off his 18" guns and chiseled chest. His greasy looking long blonde hair was in a ponytail and smelled like he hadn't bathed in a week. "I think we will take our own table." Mae stated sternly as she started to walk by.
"I said sit." the man said firmly, then raised his right hand and gave a snap of his fingers at the bartender and pointed to the two girls.
"I think we should leave." Stara whined as two of the men at the bar stood up and moved towards the door.
"Sit and eat Princess." the man at the table said as the bar tender went to the kitchen with the other two men from the bar.
"I don't.."
"We don't have time princess. Sit and eat. Two small young women come into a place like this at a time like this and dressed like that. You're all over the news." the man said quickly.
"Your uncle has no friends in this establishment, but he has ears everywhere." one of the men at the other table near the front of the bar then commented.
"When we heard what happened in Smallville we sent out friends everywhere we could think of to find you and give you a message." the other at the table stated without turning around.
"I don't.."
Stara's denial was cut short a second time as the man stood up with and angry glare. Mae prepared herself to call upon her alien help as the big man grabbed his cloth napkin and wiped his hands and face, then tossed it on the table.
"We cannot do much to help you now, but help awaits at Cobbler's Inn on the outskirts of Lake Side. Get there with 5000 Marks and a guide will take you over the mountains." the big man stated before walking away leaving Mae and Stara totally confused. And both wondering where they would get that much money.
The bartender by now was rushing back with two plates of something that smelled real good to two hungry teens like Mae and Stara. "Sit,sit..Eat." the happy man gushed as he placed the bowls of what looked like a beef stew down and an excited woman followed carrying silverware, cloth napkins and two big glasses of cold milk. "By the.."
"Don't say anything your highness." the old woman quickly snapped as she rushed the things to the table and gave a glance to the windows where passers by all seemed to take a look inside. "You must act like you don't know me." the woman stated as she and her husband placed the food and drink on the table, picked up the remainder of the big man's meal and then went back to work like nothing special was going on.
"You remembered." Stara giggled as she took one of the seats and grabbed a big spoon.
Mae looked around, a bit confused by the development, then shrugged and sat down next to Stara. "You know her?" Mae whispered as she picked up her napkin and placed it on her lap.
"That's Mary Cooke.She was a cook at the palace when I was little and venison stew is my favorite." Stara happily replied. It was nice to see a friendly face when she was in so much trouble.
"Don't turn or look at us." one of the men at the booth up front stated.
The other then said "We have paid what we could to have help around. The police on the main parkway will look the other way, but not if a soldier finds you. There will be a big concert at the Colosseum shortly with a big crowd, it should give you a lot of people to hide among."
"But you must hurry. The passes through the mountains and the tunnels are blocked. Your only chance of getting home before time runs out is to go over the mountains." The bartender added while pretending to dry a beer mug.
To Mae the subtle massages were clear, these people were taking big risks in helping them. If they were helping them. Mae hoped in this situation she could count on her naïve friend's judgment for the moment.
"But where can we get 5000 marks?" Stara whined in between spoonfuls of stew.
Mae had to hold back a giggle as Stara attacked her lunch in a very non regal fashion, spooning bit after bit into her mouth with nary a time to breath. Not to mention talking with her mouth full. "Is that a lot?" Mae asked.
"We only have about 15 right now. I could sell the rest of my bracelets.."
"Stay away from anyplace like that.Your bracelets are engraved indicating they belong to your family." Mary commented from the doorway to the kitchen where she tried to act as normal as possible.
"We have no idea where you can get the money other than to try and contact old friends of your family, but they will most likely all be watched just like we are being watched." the bartender replied as the men guarding the back door came back and the bartender poured them each another beer.
"But you must hurry. You must get the money and get to Cobbler's Inn by morning's first light if you're to have a chance at getting home in time. Now hurry up and eat before someone comes in to check on you. And the goddess keep watch over you." Mary said before stepping back into the kitchen to cry. She had cooked for the princess from the day she was born until she started turning into a pretty young woman. Now her world has gone crazy, she could become queen and her life was in danger.
Commander Z'lar sat in the work area of her quarters waiting to be updated now that they had a pile of Kryptonian data on the newly identified humans. The work room wasn't much, and she hadn't bothered to redecorate yet so it still just had T'nel's desk and computer. There was the nice padded work chair she was sitting in and three more across the desk in the 10x10 foot room that was just off the living room area with everything done in white. That would be the first thing she'd change when she got around to it. The walls in a bright yellow would make things a bit more cheery and would still reflect most of the light. Maybe some wooden furniture would add some warmth she then mused. She shook the thoughts from her head, a bit disgusted with herself. "Just great, I'm turning into a male." she mumbled to herself.
Z'lar put the redecorating plans to the back of her mind when the door buzzer sounded signaling her science officer and the ship's doctor were waiting outside. "Enter." she called out and pushed the button on her desk to open the door for them.
Z'lar sat patiently, expecting a lot of what her officers were going to say. She expected the humans to have been part of a slave colony. From the size she expected it to be some kind of mining operation. It took a lot of effort and expense to bring a viable population this far, it had to be for a reason. And given the size of the file the Kryptonian computer downloaded to them it had the Kryptonians interested as well.
The first to enter was the 6'1" 147 year old doctor, Dr. A'hor. With short white hair and slightly sagging C-cup breasts, she was by far the oldest crew member on the ship. She walked to the chair on the left and sat down.
Taking the seat on the right was the Chief Science Officer, Sub Commander Br'ar. As far as looks go the 6'3" DD-cup 42 year old had garnered her share of attention from male counterparts on ships from other species. Several planets had requested she be given the assignment as ambassador to their worlds. Z'lar had more than a feeling some of that was because she was known to the captain as one willing to experiment with interspecies sex. Males of other cultures could be not so subtle in their desires. And when it came to Br'ar many males of power from other worlds found Br'ar highly desirable. A situation she seemed to enjoy in a very non O'tean fashion. She seemed to enjoy males of other cultures admiring her naked body.
"What are we dealing with?" Z'lar asked as Br'ar took her seat.
Br'ar sat straight with chest thrust out. "Seems to have been a slave colony." the science officer stated in conformation of Z'lar's expectations. Why else would a technologically advanced species bring a primitive one this far. It had to be a mining operation and Z'ar had an idea what they were after.
"Scans of the planet done by the Kryptonians show a large concentration of power enhancing crystals . The Kryptonians stumbled upon this world after the species called the Anunnaki were said to have been driven away by, according to lore, a very powerful being. Several mountain ranges show signs of intense mining preformed by pick and shovel." Br'ar reported.
Commander Z'lar wasn't as keen on the science as her science officer or even T'nel, but she didn't need to be to understand the importance of the crystals. They were used by every advanced civilization like the Kryptonians and themselves. And they were the power systems control circuits used by the makers of T'nel's power suit. And they allowed the manipulation of subspace energies making faster than light velocities possible making hem one of the most valuable commodities in the universe. Wars obliterating planets have been fought over less.
To add to her report the science officer reached over the desk and pushed a couple of buttons. A holographic image of mountains appeared above the desk between the women. The images started at a high angle view from high up then focused in on a narrow area of a long north south range. "Over here is the capital city." Br'ar pointed out on the hologram. The women studied the hologram with the standard geological formations of crystal mines. Although the formations could be found elsewhere, the formations seemed to be a prerequisite. Modestly high mountains of hard rock and steep cliffs. The hologram then showed the outline of the mountains with the old mine shafts crisscrossing inside. Little colored areas then appeared to indicate deposits not yet uncovered.
Again, not much of a surprise Z'lar thought. Power enhancing crystals were rare and had to be handled with great care, thus the slaves. Where machines would damage and ruin the valuable commodity, slave labor would be used to do things the hard way. And that would require a huge support structure. Food production, tool production, medical care given the cost in obtaining new slaves, and a transportation network to get the cargo from the mines to the ships. For each slave in the mines there could be dozens working to support them. But there was a more practical train of thought to be considered. "What kind of density are we talking about?" the commander asked. The crystals were so rare a new source could help their security needs.
"Considering the extent of the mining and the deposits the Kryptonians had detected still in the ground, this world could be the most significant find in this galaxy." Br'ar's statement made Z'lar's eyes open wide in shock.
That explained a lot to Z'lar. The Anunnaki brought tens of thousands of slaves to this sector to mine crystals. That still left questions about the other planets of human inhabitation, but those questions could wait for now. She glanced over at her ship's doctor and asked "According to T'nel's reports the human from that world is slightly different from Earth humans, can you elaborate?"
Unlike Br'ar, Dr. A'hor sat in a relaxed posture. It could be just age and not caring if she impressed others with her body anymore, or that she just didn't see any point to sitting in a stiff posture. The doctor grinned then cocked her head to the side. "Thanks to the scans taken on visits to Earth and scans of the primitive battle ships I was able to do an in depth comparison. The humans from this sector had been genetically enhanced slightly."
Z'lar nearly chuckled. Again this was to be expected, but she asked anyway. "What kind of modifications were made?"
"From the data obtained we can infer they were given an enhanced auto immune system. They were also given enhanced healing, enhanced fertility and in some rare cases the changes could produce ones with enhanced intelligence." the doctor answered.
This time Z'lar did give a short chuckle. Enhancing immunity would help the slaves survive in a new and unknown environment. Enhanced fertility would provide more slaves cheaply and would explain why there were so many of them. They were given the tools to be prolific. Then there was the enhanced brain power. That would explain how they moved into a warp speed capable society so fast.
Z'lar looked back towards Br'ar and was about to ask about access to a Kryptonian probe hidden in the sector when her computer beeped signaling she was being contacted. She pressed the button to activate her communicator and asked "What is it?"
"Crew woman R'el here ma'am."
Z'lar recognized the voice as her overly perky fresh from school crew member. She was calming down, but she was still overly perky for Z'lar. "You have better have a good reason for interrupting my meeting." Z'lar growled, not so much because the youngster actually bothered her. Z'lar was almost ready to end the meeting given nothing she was being told wasn't predictable. All she really need from the Kryptonian data was conformation of her theory and validation for her taking her ship back into that sector without orders.
"Ma'am.The Kryptonian stealth probe has been destroyed."
Z'lar pushed the button again and barked "I don't think you needed to call and state the probe is no longer operational." Given how long it could have been in space all sorts of things could have happened to it. It could have been pulverized by meteorites or just stopped working do to lack of maintenance.
"Ma'am?..It was working.Then a ship came into range heading towards the sector and was scanned. The ship then destroyed the probe..I'm sending you what data was sent before the probe stopped sending."
Z'lar's jaw dropped and her face took on one of shock as she glanced at the data coming up on her computer. The scans showed life forms on the ship of unknown design. Tens of thousands of life forms, with metallic skeletons matching the scans of the Swarm from T'nel's ship. Tens of thousands of small creatures, it had to be The Swarm. The ship itself was old and given the course, it had come from out of the galaxy. It was heading towards the heart of the galaxy then changed course just before firing on the probe. Z'lar pressed the button again and gave the youngster her orders. "Set course for the sector and get me a channel to high command." The Swarm hadn't been seen in this galaxy and the last thing they would want happen is for the deadly species to get a foothold in the galaxy. "Good work R'el."
T'nel snuggled up against Marish, her back against his chest. His right hand gently squeezing her right tit. T'nel slowly opened her eyes and realized where and when she was. And the hand massaging her tit wasn't Marish's but that of his son, Lucas. T'nel sighed and rolled her eyes as she gently removed the hand and rolled away. It wasn't the first time she'd awakened with his hands on her. In the years she'd spent with his father the three of them had spent more than a few nights sleeping in the wilderness somewhere, huddled up for warmth. Not that she needed the warmth, but they did and for some reason she always ended up in the middle. As T'nel sat up and rolled her eyes again at her sleeping compatriot she remembered just about every time she'd wake up with one of them groping her.
T'nel looked over at the control panel and sighed again. The two of them worked until they couldn't think straight before deciding to take a nap on the floor. They had managed to get some power back to critical systems, but there was still a lot of work to do. They would need to patch and cross wire most of the ship's systems, but Lucas thought he could now not only get the ship flying again, but that he could siphon energy from the ship's engines and shields to get limited use of the frontal pulse cannons.
Being a thousand feet under the sea on a ship on emergency power meant it was pretty chilly, at least for Lucas. T'nel was fine though. Her species could handle extreme temperature variations. So snuggling on the floor was to keep him warm, not her. Still, he did look a lot like his father T'nel thought as she looked down and watched him in peaceful slumber for a moment..Then the moment was over as another thought crossed her mind.
With a devilish grin she quietly stood up and walked to the back of the ship, behind where the escape pods were, to the bathroom. First she used the facilities, then peeked out to see he was still sleeping. "Stick your finger in me just for a laugh." she mumbled as she opened a storage cabinet to grab a bucket.
T'nel filled the bucket with cold water from a spigot under the sink. She then peeked out again to see the unsuspecting green man still asleep. She had done something similar to his father and now Lucas would get it. This would teach him a lesson she mused.
"I still have those pictures from Barros 5." Lucas chuckled as T'nel tip toed towards him.
T'nel froze in place as Lucas sat up, back towards her. His threat making her choose between letting his finger incident go and getting even with him and then taking the chance he'd follow through and send those pictures to the high command was an old one. It wasn't O'tean like or warrior like to let one's self be dominated and violated in such a way, but in her memories it was enjoyable. The incident taking place during her curious young period just after being released from her years of mandatory military service.
She had been working undercover to track down a slave smuggler who came into possession of dozens of O'tean children when her duties took her to a brothel on Barros 5. There she was posing as one of the whores when she was rented for the evening by the 10 member crew of an Orcranian scout ship. The pictures from the security cameras in the room showed T'nel in a tight leather corset, her C-cup boobs pushed up and out for the pleasure of the men. A leather collor was around her neck as she was led around by a leash on her hands and knees. There were pictures of her on her knees sucking their big cocks and her face buried between white furry butt cheeks as she had to rim their asses. In the end and after countless orgasms, she was covered in dozens of loads of their thick gooey cum. And where Lucas had aided her on the case he had obtained the footage. And saved it according to him.
T'nel squinted her eyes angrily as Lucas smugly stretched, confident she wouldn't proceed. He had used the same threat dozens of times now. After this her career was pretty much over anyway. But pictures of her straddling a big furry beats while another plowed her ass and her having one of their big cocks on her mouth while she had another in each hand would be scandalous even outside of the military. O'tean society had come a long way from the sexual repressive ways of the past, but not that far. "You wouldn't." she grumbled as he smugly sat there on the floor with his back to her. But then again she now knew he had destroyed those pictures years before and she was going to enjoy this. She just needed to control her emotions long enough to make this more effective.
"I can feel your inner turmoil. I assure you I would send those photos." If she were an empath like him she'd know he was bluffing, he had destroyed them years before so they wouldn't accidentally fall into the wrong hands. But he'd never tell her that. It was much more fun to make her squirm every now and then.
"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" she grumbled as he stood up and turned around with a smug impression.
"Face it, your not as good as me." After all I have thousands of years of practice he thought. Then his empathic sense picked up the glitch in his game. That and her half bored half slightly miffed face as she quickly grabbed the front of his pants, pulling the waist band out then pouring the ice cold water down his pants. "WWOOOWW! COLD!" the shocked green man gasped as he danced about and T'nel chuckled with a smug expression.
"Not as good as you my ass. Before I left to get the Olympians I had a nice long talk with G'shell by subspace com-link. You might want to get that empathic sense of yours checked." T'nel said laughingly as she headed for the front of the ship to check the communications console. From under 1000 feet of water they couldn't send or receive long range communications, but they could monitor local radio and television signals. News and military communications would be their main focus at the time, with the ship's computer programmed to watch for certain topics. UFOs, aliens, Princess Stara and of course the mention of a Shadow Warrior.
As she chuckled and Lucas made his way to the back of the ship to get dry pants, T'nel sat in the captain's chair to study what the ship's computers picked up while they slept. The storm above had cleared away, but the seas were still rough. Satellite images showed military type sea vessels approaching the area in an expected search. From the course and speed T'nel figured they had half a day before the search craft would be above them. Before laying down to sleep they had seen the news broadcast about Princess Sara, not that her situation mattered to them. The enslavement of the princess was a matter for them to handle by their own laws.
T'nel brought up the next item and groaned at a news broadcast, sitting back in the chair with mixed emotions. A woman news caster was speaking about an event that had just happened in a town called Smallville. Pictures in the upper left hand corner of the screen showed Princess Stara throwing off her cloak on some kind of stage and another of Mae in her power suit, glowing sword at the ready. "Great.Just great." T'nel grunted disapprovingly. What were these two teens thinking she wondered. They were supposed to be taking her someplace safe, not getting involved in a civil war. And definitely not revealing themselves as Shadow Warriors to a civilization that had just made their first alien contact.
"What's wrong?" Lucas asked from the backroom. He had heard T'nel's frustrated voice enough times to know something was up.
"They're alive, but now everyone knows. And Mae was just seen wearing her power suit." No sooner had T'nel finished had the newscaster started talking about another revered one from centuries before, a painting of the other was shown in the upper left hand corner of the screen.
"Not good." Lucas called from the back room. "But considering there was one here long ago and they have no doubt been picking up sub space transmissions for a while, any contamination is limited."
"It's still not good. Whoever shot those missiles would rather see Stara dead, I don't think it's too safe for Mae to be with her. Her power suit will protect her, but not from the massive fire power that army that has nuclear weapons can unleash. Even conventional weapons given enough power will kill her. She's on a strange world with a face that won't let her blend in."
"Worried I see." Lucas said as he emerged from the back with dry pants.
"Of course I'm worried."
"Relax..The suit saw something in her or it wouldn't have picked her." the green man calmly replied as he sat down near a damager power conduit and some tools. "But we on the other hand will be in trouble if we don't get this ship moving before those military ships get here." Getting grappled and pulled to the surface by a bunch of primitive yahoos would be embarrassing, but where they didn't know what they were dealing with they could puncture the hull killing him and T'nel.
"She's alive." Titas informed Alexander as he returned to the cockpit after his sleep cycle. On their ship, The Red Wholl, the captain and his crew were still half a day away as they raced back to Antera. They had a lot riding on the outcome of the events and still had some manipulations to take care of personally.
"She was on the escape pod?" the captain chuckled as he climbed into his seat. Among other things, getting his hands on that technology was a priority. Reverse engineering those shields and those engines would make him a fortune. But that was just the consolation prize. And the specially designed submersible in one of the cargo bays could finally pay for itself.
"And we got a message from our resistance contacts. They want us to arrange for Princess Sara to be rescued and placed somewhere safe until the legal issues are resolved." The big man said laughingly. This was the best part of the job. They made money off transporting her. Now they would make money off rescuing her and later they would most likely be called upon to sneak her home safely, and be granted amnesty for their efforts.
"Did you make the call?" Alex asked as his attention turned to his computer screen to check any communications they had picked up during his rest period.
"Mark says it could take a few days with the way Markson and his crew move around, but he'd get her to a temple for us. And considering Princess Stara was seen near Shoman City and Princess Anara is still free."
"We need to get back home fast." Alex answered his big friend. Shoman City was too close for comfort, but then being the best smuggler around he could envision just how she could get home in time. The roads through the two main passes would be blocked as would the old tunnel network. If Princess Stara was to make it home on time she'd need to go over the mountains. There were a few dangerous narrow foot paths and for that she'd need a guide and they'd have to make some dangerous climbs between paths. "See if you can get a secure link with Augustus Merloux." he then said with a chuckle. His childhood friend might be just what the doctor ordered at the moment.
Lord Glattus had seen the morning news reports over and over, and he was concerned as much as he was pissed. He paced back and forth in his bed room, actually one of the palace guest rooms he chose himself, waiting for one of his men to sneak in and give him the latest updates. Guards stood outside his door and would escort him anywhere he was allowed to go, but inside his quarters he was allowed to be alone.
Glattus grumbled as he waited for his man to sneak in through the secret passages, this room having one only a few others knew about. When the hatch at the bottom of the wall creaked open the prince first nearly jumped out of his skin, then looked at the door and listened in case the guards heard and had a notion to investigate.
"My Lord." the young man whispered as he stood up. He stood at attention and saluted his superior.
Glattus liked this young soldier. The 5'8" 19 year old might be young and under sized, but he had heart. In a ground battle with rebels his small squad was ambushed by superior numbers. With his captain and sergeant wounded and all others killed he held off over a dozen rebel soldiers single handedly. For half a day he kept the enemy away until help arrived. "Nice to see you again corporal."
"I'm sure you've seen the news reports that your niece, Princess Stara is alive and in the Shoman City area."
"I know that." the prince was quick to snap back. "What I want to know is how squads of highly trained soldiers can't locate one little girl."
"She has a.."
"I don't care if she has a dozen like that with her. I want her found and delayed until after I take the crown. And if not, tell Colonel Biggs I want plan 13 carried out." Plan 13 being one in which a team of snipers is employed to take out one or more of his nieces should they make it to the courtyard in time, and to wound him in the leg to make it look good.
"Yes sir." the young naïve solder replied. At his rank and age the young man wouldn't have a clue what the orders he was relaying were.
"And what does the colonel have on the satellites firing those missiles?"
"Best they could determine is the signal was sent from a ship a good day or two away." the young man reported.
Glattus paused as he thought who, how and why. Someone taking out his niece would seemingly be the act of an ally not in the loop as to his plans. But looks could be deceiving. That could be the why. How was another matter. That would require someone getting their hands on the command codes, that would take money.
Who on the other hand would be a short list. It would take someone with enough money and a ship. If the signals were sent from a military craft not under his control then it would have been detected and dealt with. And no one on his ships would do anything like that without his orders. That just left non military personnel. And again that brought him back to people with ships and money.
Glattus gave a sinister chuckle as an idea came to mind. By now he had gotten word that Captain Alexander Gratis might have been involved in delivering his niece Sara to Markson. Though Glattus doubted anything could be proven because the man was as slippery as ice on a warm day. But this time the cocky bastard might have gone just a little bit too far. The man had money, and a ship. He had enough money to actually buy an old military ship that had been sent to the junkyard. But Glattus knew Captain Gratis hated him and the entire royal family. Yet a finger had to be pointed somewhere and it might as well be pointed in his direction until proven innocent.
Lord Glattus put a stern expression on his face. Even if he couldn't prove the cocky bastard did it, if his ship was near the signal's origin then he'd have his scapegoat. "Have the Colonel check course records and security satellite logs for the location of The Red Wholl. Have him cross reference against the direction nuclear satellite activation signal and The Red Wholl's location."
Mae dragged Stara down the busy street by her hand as the anguished teen tried to go back and stop the brutality. A young man was tied to a lamp post outside an eatery, and being publicly whipped. Soldiers had dragged him outside, tied him up, ripped his shirt off and proceeded to bloody his back. When Stara innocently asked a witness his crime she was told that after seeing the latest news broadcast he had loudly proclaimed "The royal family was getting what they deserve."
"I have to stop this." the princess whined as Mae held her wrist in a firm grip this time.
"We can't." Mae grunted. Mae could see others around them noticing the struggle, their curiosity would soon cause someone to investigate more closely and find out the hooded princess' true identity. They had managed to get almost to the heart of the city without incident, but now even one of the soldiers involved in the punishment was noticing something wasn't right. And with them most likely on alert for two young women Mae didn't want to stick around. She may be able to protect herself in a fight, but in a full on assault by armed soldiers Stata could get hurt or even killed.
To Mae this was a world divided. The royal family had it's friends, but it also had it's enemies. She could see why T'nel was reluctant to get involved in a civil war, it was hard to pick which side was in the right. Stata seemed like a good person and wanted to help, but there was seemingly a long history of her family's terrors on their rise to and hold on power.
"People are noticing us. We have to go." Mae said insistently as she gave Stara a hard tug.
The tug pulled Stara off balance and she turned and fell into a hug like embrace with Mae. Then she looked up into the face of a grinning soldier standing behind Mae. A young 20 something 6'4" extremely handsome captain from a good family that had visited the palace a few weeks earlier with her uncle, and had been introduced to her after her sister Sara saw her staring at him.
"IT'S THE PRINCESS!" he shouted to the other soldiers about.
"Suit engage." Mae grunted in frustration as she pushed Stara off of her and started to throw off her cloak for the fight that was coming. She groaned, then barked at the startled girl in her firm older sister voice. Run.get to the meeting place..I'll find you."
By now the big captain had wrapped his arms around Mae in a tight bear hug, thinking he had her right where he wanted her. As the concealed princess ran off into the crowd in a panic, Mae flexed her arms and easily broke the young man's hold.
Mae could have easily turned invisible, but she had to buy time for Stara to disappear in the throngs of people in the streets. All Mae could do now was hope who or whatever that Lunara being was would watch out for the princess now. Mae started to teach for her sword, but was tackled from behind by two soldiers. They could have pulled their side arms or used their rifles, but with so many people on the streets the chance of killing an innocent bystander was just too great.
Panic filled the crowd that had gathered around to watch the man being whipped. As people fled in all directions Mae knew that would help Stara's escape.
The two men were joined by the captain as he too jumped on top of her. Mae wiggled and lashed at them with her hands and feet as they tried to get a firm grip on her. Hands grabbed at her limbs and clothing as she desperately fought to get free and to her feet before more men jumped on the pile and overwhelmed her.
One of the men was on her back trying to apply a choke hold as another grabbed onto her left hand and tried to twist her arm. Using her enhanced strength to pull her arm free Mae then muscled her way on to her back with one of the men still applying the choke hold.
Mae pushed one of the men off her, throwing him a good ten feet into a parked car, denting the hood and cracking the windshield. Out of the corners of her eyes she could see more soldiers coming quickly, both from close by that were involved in the whipping and others from down the street.
Mae sent the third man flying, then rolled backwards to get out of the choke hold. As she jumped to her feet she was quickly hit from behind. She was sent face down onto the sidewalk again, but just as quickly scurried free. This man though had a grip on the waistband of her Daisy Dukes. As she kicked free and jumped to her feet she noticed her shorts and panties were halfway down her thighs. "Just fucking great!" she grunted through gritted teeth. Her ass and twat were exposed to the enemy, by now there were a half dozen of them with more on the way and taking the time to pull clothes back up would take the time she needed to draw her sword.
Mae drew her sword, then leaped into the air as the men surrounding her charged, intending to tackle her before she could use the weapon. As she landed in a three point stance a few feet away she was tackled from behind, loosing her shorts to the man's firm grip as she kicked her way free of his grasp and into the hands of another.
"Just fucking great." she grunted as the burly 6 footer quickly picked her up and slammed her onto her back where the soldiers she jumped over now piled on top of her.
"GET THE SWORD FROM HER." one shouted.
"I'M TRYING." the man trying to wrestle open Mae's hand shouted back.
Mae had bodies on top of her and holding her arms and legs down as she tried with all her enhanced strength to wiggle free, then something odd happened. Four men wearing hoods ran in from seemingly nowhere wielding clubs. They each took several swings at the soldiers, then vanished down the street just as quickly as they had arrived with other soldiers that were arriving to join the fight in pursuit. The attack was short, but it did distract Mae's attackers enough for Mae to wiggle free, leaving one lucky guard holding her ripped white lace panties as his trophy.
Mae hoped she had given Stara enough time to get away as she held her sword at the ready, the soldiers that were now numbering in the 20s surrounding her. With a smile hidden by her face shield Mae ordered her power suit "Stealth mode."
The shocked guards exchanged glances as the black warrior vanished before their eyes like some kind of ghost. Mae though wasn't quite ready to leave just yet. She took the next few moments to cause the soldiers more confusion, and to kick a little ass.
Mae sheathed her sword and decked a dozen or so of the soldiers, leaving the rest to tend to their injured comrades. Mae then grabbed the most important thing she could think of at the moment, her discarded cloak, and ran off into a nearby alley leaving chaos in her wake.
Mae darted across the next street and ran for a while before climbing a fire escape up to the roof of a 10 story apartment building. She pulled one of her last two pairs of black panties and put them on. Mae donned the cloak telling her power suit "Stealth mode off."
Mae looked down over the roof's edge at the street below and assessed her situation. Soldiers were running up and down the streets and in and out of buildings looking for her and Stara. She had just the panties she was wearing and one pair more, her halter top she was wearing and two black sports bras in her power suit's pockets. She had been planning to do some shopping when she got back to Japan, she was now thinking maybe she should have done the shopping before she left. The rest of her clothes were on the shuttle and were most likely destroyed. She had no food or money and was on a planet where she had just become separated from the only person she knew and could somewhat trust. The chip in her head would allow her to understand the language, but it didn't decipher written words meaning names of store and street signs were nothing more than gibberish to her. "I am so screwed." she groaned as the soldiers below started making any girl with a hood lower it to show them her face while others started what Mae could best describe was a door to door search.
"What would Diana do?" Mae asked herself as she studied the scene below, and heard the sounds of helicopters approaching. Mae sighed as she pondered her question. Diana would locate the rendezvous point then find Stara. Or she would find Stara then get to the rendezvous. Mae considered that Stara was the one on her home turf as it were. If worse came to worse the girl could hide with a family friend or in a temple. Those choices would most likely end her chance at the throne, but she'd be safe.
Mae decided to go with the first option. In stealth mode her power suit could get her down the street to the rendezvous in a matter of minutes. Then after locating the place she could return to find Stara.
As Stara fled the soldiers she ran through allies and ended up a few streets away before slowing to a quick walk. She was now well off the main street where she was supposed to stay and now in danger. Everywhere she looked soldiers and police were checking every girl's face.
"YOU THERE!"
Stara's heart pounded as she looked to her left to see two cops crossing the street, walking in her direction. "FREEZE!" one of the them shouted as she turned to the right and ran away, getting an assist from passing cars that made the cops pause.
Stara ran up a wide set of stone steps and into the museum. Trying to look as innocent as possible she quickly walked passed the displays of ancient weapons, armor, bones of long extinct animals and skeletal remains of the first ones. The first ones being the slaves the Sky Demons had before they brought her ancestors to this world.
Stara breathed a sigh of relief as she passed two soldiers racing in from another door as she exited. She walked in a quick pace trying to act like the star of her favorite video program. The show was an action adventure show that was based loosely on a historical figure from a hundred years earlier. The young woman was a spy that used her wits and body to work behind the scenes and protect the royal family.
As she moved down the crowded street the princess hid her face as best she could while keeping a watch out for soldiers and police. With the hood up she was starting to feel hot, but she had no choice but to keep it up. Fortunately it was the look of the day with young women embracing the sense of mystery hiding one's look brought thanks to another show that was currently airing.
Stara knew she had to get back to the main street where she was told to travel, but every street was seemingly packed with her uncle's men. "YOU THERE!"
"UUGGHH." Stara grunted in frustration as she looked behind her to see a pair of cops pushing their way through the crowd that was getting thicker as they neared the arena where the concert would be starting soon.
Stara forced her way through the mob, then spotted soldiers coming her way from the front. Stara spotted a pair of hooded figures holding their heads down duck past a curtain that was placed across an archway. With no where else to go as she saw soldiers and cops in front and behind as well as across the street Stara moved past the curtain as well.
Stara looked around in confusion as all there was inside was a 15 foot wide area nearly 70 feet long with a door every six feet or so. A pudgy woman sat alone behind a desk near the middle which had piles of clean bath towels and face cloths, and there was no sign of the two girls Stara had seen enter. "Uh oh." the princess mumbled as her eyebrows arched when realizing where she was. She had seen places like this in movies and on the video, but never visited one. And although the shows never showed anything, she knew what was supposed to happen here. Blow Booths were as old as their civilization. They gave young women a means for added income while avoiding the stigma of being a street whore or a brothel employee, even girls from mid level caste homes were rumored to boost household income this way. In a Blow Booth anonymity was the biggest pull for the girls, and by law that anonymity was protected. The girls would enter discretely on one street while the customers entered from another, usually through a bar or other business that catering more to men. And with a big event like a concert that would start soon nearby, the booths would be busy with guys and their buddies looking to blow a nut.
"IN HERE." a voice behind her, outside the curtain, said loudly.
In a panic from trapping herself, Stara looked about to notice the green light above the door to her left. All the others were red indicating they were occupied. Stara gasped as a loud voice declared "She went in here."
"Then get her." another stated.
Stara opened the door and went inside, quickly closing and locking the door behind her. The dimly lit area had a bench near the far wall which was just 6 feet away, a sink and a shower head attached to a flexible hose on the left along with a clean face cloth and bath towel. The slobbering sounds of the almost naked girl busy at work to the right got her attention as she sat on the bench, fearful that the cops and soldiers would find her.
The wide eyed princess watched in shock as the long haired blonde plied her trade. Her hair swayed as she slid the first cock Stara had seen in and out of her mouth. The man was on the other side of a wall with a few holes strategically placed. His arms entered the chamber through canvas sleeves were one of his hands was on the back of the blonde's head and the other reached down to cup the girl's generous D-cup left tit, gently massaging the orb as the girl worked.
"YOU CAN'T BE IN HERE! NO MEN ARE ALLOWED IN HERE." A woman's voice shouted angrily outside.
"Did a girl just."
"UNDER THE LAW NO QUESTIONS LIKE THAT CAN BE ASKED." the woman shouted back, cutting the searchers off. "NOW GET OUT BEFORE I HAVE YOU ALL ARRESTED."
"Thank the goddess for the old laws." Stara mumbled as the girl next to her gave off a gagging sound. Stara glanced at her to see her arms flailing about and heard a loud grunt from the man on the other side of the wall. White goo erupted from the girl's mouth and ran down her chin, dripping off onto her firm round breasts. "Eww." Stara whined as she cringed at the idea of letting a man discharge into her mouth.
"BUT WE BELIEVE SHE COULD BE PRINCESS STARA."
"I DON'T CARE IF SHE'S LUNARA HERSELF. THE LAW IS THE LAW, NOW GET THE FUCK OUT." the woman yelled threateningly. This was her place and allowing cops and soldiers to search the place could ruin her business as well as dozens of girls names and reputations. Allowing a search could undermine one of their civilizations oldest laws. "BESIDES YOU MUTTON HEADS, WHAT WOULD THE PRINCESS BE DOING IN A PLACE LIKE THIS?"
Stara breathed a sigh of relief as the men left. "Damn, I needed that." the man on the other side of the wall said breathlessly as a few more coins clinked into the payment cup.
Stara sat staring at the door nervously. How long would they be outside on the street? She was stuck in here for a while it seemed. She glanced at the girl in the booth with her as she used water from the faucet next to her to rinse out her mouth. Stara wondered why this booth was large enough for two, all the ones she'd seen in movies and on the video had only one girl inside.
"If you keep sitting there staring at the door the matron will unlock the door and throw you out." The pretty blonde stated as she finished cleaning the cum off her chest and tossed the face cloth over the edge of the sink in her booth. The two booths were separated by only a short wall about as high as the benches.
"What?" Stara whined. The woman outside would throw her out? Stara had to stay hidden for a while and hope the soldiers outside figured they were wrong that it was her inside. Stara avoided showing her face as she glanced to her right at the almost bored looking blonde sitting sideways in her booth staring back.
"Newbie, huh?...Well this is a training booth. When I came in a little while ago this was the only one open so I guess I can show you the ropes. Sisters and mothers usually do the training, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to give you a few tips. But if your just clowning you better leave now. Mrs. Freemont will toss you out fast if your not here to work. Taking up space costs money." the girl said just before turning to her coin cup and pulling the lever next to it causing it to empty into a bigger cup below and diverting the owner's portion into a separate coin box off to the side.
"I.I..I." Stara stammered in terror. She'd never seen a man's member other than in books she'd gotten her hands on, never mind had she had sex or given a blow job. And as for having her tits mauled, the only man that had even seen them was the royal doctor and that was his job so it didn't count.
"Great..A total newbie." the blonde groaned as she rolled her eyes. She put a fake smile on her face, then sighed before going on. "Look Sweetie, when you came in the light over your door and on the booth outside turned yellow. Mrs. Freemont has lights on her desk too. If you don't switch the light to say your ready soon she'll come screaming bloody murder that your costing her money. So if you need to know what to do I'll teach you. But if your just playing you better go now or the old battle ax will throw you out onto the street."
Stara cringed at the prospects, the one thing she couldn't do at the moment was leave. Stara bit her lower lip and turned to face the other girl, then brushed her hood back off her head. "Help" she whimpered after a moment.
"Holy crap!"
"General.General."
The bald headed man stopped and turned to see the overly excited young female officer racing down the hallway towards him. He was back on his flag ship, the King Alexander, headed for his quarters to get some rest. He had been up all night keeping abreast of the latest developments, but he was at the end of his stamina now.
The blonde's hair was in a bun and her uniform was neat as a pin, though a little tight across her chest. Military issued uniforms weren't designed for petite women with a big bust, but he wasn't about to complain. If she wasn't about to spend the money for a specially made uniform he wasn't about to tell her to. "What is it Captain Smith?" he asked as the breathless soldier came to a screeching halt a few feet away, then stood at attention and saluted. He forced himself not to stare at her heaving chest as her heavy breathing threatened to pop a few buttons. He returned her salute, but let her stay at attention. He was married with daughters older than this girl, but looking didn't hurt anybody. And if he did touch her and his wife found out there'd be hell to pay. His wife was from a high family and she held a seat in The House of Lords. There were provisions in the old regulations still on the books that would allow a senior officer while in deep space to have a comfort aide, but he was sure his wife wouldn't stand for that either so he hadn't even tried. That, and no one had used those rules since warp speed had been incorporated into military spaceships. But after 42 years of being married and faithful to the same woman the 62 year old was feeling he had missed out on some things.
"She's been spotted again, this time in Shoman City." Amanda Smith stated. The 26 year old bombshell learned fast that her body was a quick road to success. A tight white top with a thin lacy bra made sure her superiors noticed her. She'd go braless if it would get her promoted, but that was against regulations and the general was a by the book man. Too bad for him she thought. She was one willing to do almost anything to get ahead, even giving head. And where the general's chief of staff announcing his retirement there would be an opening on the general's staff. That position would come with a promotion and she was willing to do whatever it took to get that job.
"And the princess? Was she with her?" the revelation that a revered one had suddenly appeared was as big a story as what had been happening since the other night when the king and his sons were assassinated. A green girl that could somehow manipulate light had appeared a few years before and had been a thorn in the sides of the loyalists. With this new powered being traveling with the princess he was hoping she could equal the green one.
"isn't there more you can do sir?" Captain Smith wasn't the only office voicing concerns over recent events. "You know what will happen if his soldiers find her before she can get back to the palace."
General Carpenter stood stoically as possible. He would like nothing better than to help, but his role was to mediate and investigate, not to judge or take sides in the battle for power. Glattus wasn't the smartest of officers and wouldn't have made it past captain if not for his royal heritage. "I asked about the princess." he said gruffly.
"The reports from Shoman City say the streets are crawling with soldiers loyal to Prince Glattus. She doesn't stand a chance." the captain whined.
General Carpenter thought her whining a bit annoying, but the way she bounced a little while doing so popped open her top two buttons, and again he wasn't about to complain when getting a little glimpse of creamy white breast flesh. "I asked about the princess." he stated again, this time squinting his eyes as if to show he was serious, that and without his glasses his eyes focused better this way.
"Reports indicate she was seen but got away when the black fighter knocked a small squad of soldiers around a bit." the girl answered in a worried tone.
The general pondered just what he could do within the confines of the law. A grin came to his face as his eyebrows arched. Glattus would claim his men were just helping with security concerns until after the throne was settled, but General Carpenter had an answer for that and just the right way to handle the situation. "Have Colonel Whinski send a brigade to the Shoman City Area to help with security. Then have all of Lord Glattus' troops recalled to their ships or bases. Even those on leave. I want everyone questioned about the assassination. We will question the troops as quickly as we can, that should take a couple of days." the general said with a bit of a chuckle. This would help Princess Stara some, but he doubted she'd trust any soldier she'd come across now. She now had to put her trust in her protector and the goddess. There wasn't much more he could do under the law. He couldn't even send a message over the air telling the princess where she could find safety without Prince Glattus' agents also getting the same message.
"Yes sir." the captain replied as she gave the man another salute. And popped another button.
With the edges of her bra cups now showing the general gave her a smirk and stated "I'm not done. Have the colonel use payroll records to do a head count of all the soldiers reporting." he doubted everyone would be accounted for, or that everyone working for the prince would even be listed. But his commands would severely limit the prince's ability to trap the princess.
"Yes sir." the captain replied with a big smile. She was among a large group of young officers rooting for Stara and her sister Anara, where ever she was.
"And where is that report on those nukes?"
"How you feeling?" Erika asked as she looked down and watched Princess Anara's eyes flutter open. The surgery had been completed and the sedative was now wearing off.
"Like I was trampled by an angry mob." the princess groaned back.
"Well I guess a little good news should help then." the pretty bodyguard replied with a smirk.
"They rescued Sara already?" the still groggy princess groaned as she propped herself up on her elbows, then rolled her eyes as the sheet slipped off her naked breasts and she noticed the security cameras. "They had to take off all my clothes?"
Erika sighed as she adjusted the princess' pillow while Anara pulled the sheet up over her chest and moved back to sit up against it. Erika would say nothing about being strip searched herself three times since their capture. The concerns of one soldier were not the burden of the princess and she would never make them the concern of the princess. At least all they did was make her strip a few times. They didn't rape he. At least not yet. "They said it had something to do with preventing infection. They brought you some more clothes and your sister, Princess Stara, is alive and avoiding capture." the young guard reported.
"Where?" Anara gasped excitedly. She was so excited by the good news the sheet slipped from her hands, exposing her breasts again. As Erika chuckled the princess quickly covered the family assets again, then in a more controlled manor asked "Where?"
The guard grinned and answered "Shoman City." She then rolled her eyes as she grabbed the sheet before the royal assets were freed again by Princess Anara's excitement. "You have to stay calm Your Majesty."
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