BEWARE THE SWARM - Part 5

By Snakeman


"This is our space and you will stop firing on our colonies or when our ships arrive shortly they will open fire on you." General Carpenter snarled as he stared with anger at the view screen. On one side was some blue alien woman speaking garbage about following protocols set forth by some intergalactic council. On the other side were images from the main space port on Bettus 5 showing every ship reduced to smoldering scrap metal.

Z'lar on her ship cringed knowing how her people would react to such a move, but Captain Kr'char was in charge and things were going to be done by the book. A book none of them had even knew existed a day before. To keep The Swarm from getting a foothold in the galaxy no ship capable of interplanetary travel would be left intact for them to use. A move that essentially left any survivors on the moon at the mercy of the little beasts. "Cease fire." Z'lar said in a somber tone as her ship's sensors showed the bombardment had done what was intended. The beasts on the moon were trapped on the moon now.

"I am Captain Kr'char of the O'tean people following orders of the Intergalactic Council. This planet and it's moons are quarantined space. If your ships enter this zone I will order my command to destroy them"

Amanda Smith stood off to the side seeing the general's anger grow. She had never seen him this mad before. Actually she couldn't remember seeing anybody this angry before. "YOUR ACTIONS ARE AN ACT OF WAR." he screamed at the screen and the smug looking alien commander. Her stoic face looking back with annoying calm. Millions of lives were at stake and she acted as if they were engaged in target practice.

"I ORDER YOU TO LEAVE..ARGGG." The general was clearly more than just angry and frustrated as Captain Kr'char cut off the communications link as he tried ordering the aliens to leave. The link was through one of the ships that would be at that location in minutes. And even though he made the threat he knew the fourth fleet was no match for the alien ships. He stood steaming in the middle of the bridge eyeing the screen for a long minute, then sighed. "Tell our ships to stay just outside the zone they set up. And I mean just outside. I want every scanning devise on our ships getting whatever information we can about those ships." he ordered just before turning around and storming of the bridge.

Captain Smith followed more than a bit worried about the general's mental state. It wasn't like him to lose his temper that way. Then again they had never been attacked by two different alien species at the same time before. Up until the last few days they had never been in contact with other races. As Amanda walked at a brisk pace to keep up with the angry man she recalled articles she had read from people long ago that were in her text books in school. How they should be concerned on the day they made contact with another race as they may be too far advanced leading to death and destruction.

Captain Smith followed the general into his quarters again, uninvited again. As the doors closed behind her the red face man spun around quickly and shouted "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I SLEPT, NOW LEAVE."

Stay calm, Amanda said to herself. The man was more than pissed and needed to be calmed down before he did something rash that could cost a lot of lives. Amanda cocked her head slightly to the side, then calmly stated "I will go, but I will send the doctor to see you."

"SCREW THE DOCTOR!"

"You can either talk with me until you calm down or I will have the doctor give you something. Sir."

General Carpenter squinted as he tried to stare down his pushy junior officer. He had to admire the fact she always seemed to stand her ground. And he had been around long enough to have some idea why the king himself assigned her to his command even after Prince Glattus had requested her in his command. The general knew he could order her to say nothing, but if she had been touched by the king as he thought no court martial would touch her. Her situation might not be widely known, but there would surely be others in the high command that would know and step in before the paperwork was even filed officially.

With some of his anger displaced by the big question he took the few steps towards her to stand just a few feet away. He stared into her face and in a low almost whispering voice asked "Were you touched by the king?"

Amanda looked slightly shocked by the question. Actually being asked was a major breach of etiquette. Amanda hesitated a moment then in a near whisper, so the guards outside wouldn't hear, she replied "Yes.But I offer myself to you if needed sir."



"NNGGRRR." Mae grunted as she finally broke free of the six men that had snuck into her cell and pounced on her after she drifted off to sleep. As she huffed and puffed from the exertion she looked down at the strange device they fastened around her waist and jammed up into her twat. A leather belt with some kind of electronics and batteries on it about the size of Batgirl's utility belt. Wires then ran to the six inch long and one inch thick metal and plastic cock stuffed inside her and being held in place by the belt "WHAT THE FUCK!?" she screamed in anger and frustration as the men backed out of the cell and closed the door.

"It's a training device used for sex slaves modified for someone like you. Try anything and 250,000 volts will either kill you or leave you wishing it killed you." A stern sounding man's voice stated.

Mae glanced past the guards she had just given a workout to see a face she had seen on the TV news. "Prince Glattus." Mae growled.

"You must be hungry. If you give your word not to cause trouble I would like the chance to talk with you. You will be fed and given something to wear if you wish." Glattus said in a calm almost hopeful voice.

Mae stood and stared for a moment. It had to be a trick somehow. This is the man that orchestrated the murders of his brother and nephews. He raped one niece and almost killed one of the others along with herself and T'nel. Hell, T'nel might be dead too. And then there was the part where he might have sold his other niece into slavery. The calm man outside her cell just didn't seem to be the demon she thought he was.

Mae would have liked nothing better than to call on her power suit and use her sword to slice and dice these bastards into thousands of little pieces. But her sword was nowhere in sight and then there was that thing in her pussy. What would Diana or her great grandfather do she asked herself. Not that her great grandfather would have the problem of a damn device stuff inside him. What would Kara or any of the others do she asked herself. The answer to that was simple. Play along and learn as much as possible.

After agreeing to behave for the time being Mae was given a nice short sleeved floral print sun dress. Not exactly her style, but at least she had something to wear. Escorted by half a dozen guards, Mae listened and made mental notes as to where they were going in case she wanted to get back later. Where the endless twists and turns and intersections of the underground tunnel system would leave most lost, her eidetic memory would come in very useful here.

On the way Glattus explained the samples taken from her and tests on her clothing revealed something very unusual. She was human, but different from them. The same thing with some of her clothes. The natural materials were made from plants related, but different from plants on their world. His conclusion was she was from the world the sky demons took his ancestors from.

"The secret library?" Mae said with a hint of awe as she stepped in and looked around, ignoring the table in the middle set up with dinner for two.

Lord Glattus grinned at Mae's first words since leaving her cell. And her knowing about the secret library let him know Stara had been teaching her something about this world. But he had questions of his own. Like how advanced the humans on her world were. How did she get here, were the old world humans capable of being a threat to his world? "It might be useful if you at least told me your name." he said. To him that seemed to be the best starting point to start the conversation.

"Mae.Mae Carver." she answered. Mae grinned as she spotted her sword hung high on the far wall. At the moment she couldn't make a move for it, but at least she knew where it was now. "For a man that murdered most of his family you seem to be trying hard to be nice to me. Why?" Mae asked as she turned to face the prince with a hard stare.

Prince Glattus gave Mae a big smile along with a little chuckle. "Everything I do or have done I do for the empire. The rape of Sara was a requirement brought on by law. As for my brother and nephews, that was a rebel action and when I wear the crown they will be dealt with."

"You'll be dead before you wear the crown." Mae half grunted as she stood near the table looking around the 50 foot square chamber with no windows. Library was a bit of an understatement. Along with countless old looking books on shelves along the walls were museum type displays. Old scrolls, numerous types of skulls that looked close to human, but weren't. Some had elongated heads and others had ridges on their foreheads or over the tops of their heads. Racks of maps and star charts protected in some kind of clear plastic or glass.

Seeing she was interested, as she should be, Prince Glattus pointed to the skulls. "The official record indicated the Sky Demons brought us here after killing off their first slaves when they revolted. Those skulls indicate the Sky Demons did the same to at least seven groups of slaves over a period of 20, 000 years. These tunnels were built by them to keep their actions secret from their slaves. They were using the slaves to mine crystals from the nearby mountains. What most people call tunnels or caves are actually the old mines. That's why the it's easy to navigate through them if you know where you are going."

"You seem like a smart man. But not smart enough to see how this will end." Mae replied threateningly as her eyes continued to study the room's contents.

Glattus chuckled off her threat as pure bravado. And letting her carry on might relax her enough to give him the information he wanted without having to torture her. "The males in my family share a rare mutation. We are all quite smart. Generations ago one of my ancestors stumbled into a treasure trove of information. Scrolls containing maps, mathematical formulas and weapons designs. Starting with him, my family set forth on a mission to rule everyone."

"Like I said, not smart enough. You should have realized that in your rush you'd run into peoples too far advanced for the weapons your to handle. You've over stepped what power you have." Mae countered quickly.

"For a child you seem bright. We will deal with those blue people for their interference and we will also deal with those small winged creatures that attacked one of our colonies."

"What!?" Mae gasped as she quickly turned to face the prince, letting him know she knew something about them. Hopefully it was something he could use. There were more of them around? The last she knew the only ones around were dead, having been killed on their attack on T'nel's ship.

"They have overrun a small village. But they will soon find out they attacked the wrong colony. That moon is where all the high level mutants have been relocated." When he said that the look on Mae's face told him there might be an issue with his assessment.

"Do you have mutants with strong healing abilities?" Mae asked with her tone and face both showing there might be something very wrong.

"What are these creatures and why should I be concerned about mutants with healing abilities?"




Captain Amanda Smith clutched the pillow to her face to muffle her screams of pain and ecstasy. Or more like to make sure he didn't hear her giggle, she wanted to relax him not embarrass him. After the general's emotional outburst on the bridge the young captain figured the man needed to relieve stress in a major way. He was so irate, to the point of nearly being out of his mind, with the interference of the O'teans that Amanda had to call on the doctor. The doctor gave the general an ultimatum. "Find a way to relieve your stress or I will give you something. Refuse and I will find you unfit for duty."

When General Carpenter steadfastly refused to use a tranquilizer at a time like this the doctor gave him some time to try a more natural way of stress relief. Amanda suggested he start with another rub down after the doctor left, grinning as the reluctant man turned and started to undress. This massage was different though. This time as she straddled his thighs while he lay on his stomach her bra was quickly discarded.

As she worked his shoulders the young blonde officer reached to the side and grabbed the small knife the general always had on the nightstand. She took a moment to cut her panties on her hips, then pulled them free. After tossing the remnants of her panties and the knife onto the floor next to the bed she resumed the rubdown.

After a few more minutes of working the knots out of the man's shoulders, and letting her long blonde hair fall free, she slowly climbed off telling him to close his eyes this time as he rolled over. Amanda couldn't help but chuckle as the older man completely obeyed, clenching his eyes shut.

Amanda climbed back on and started massaging the man's hairy chest. "Open your eyes." she said softly.

"WHAT ARE.."

Amanda quickly placed her right index finger in front of his mouth as she gave him a stern look, then glanced at the door where two men stood guard on the other side. Amanda leaned down over the stunned man and whispered in a calm, but firm voice. "A massage won't help, but this will. It's either this or the doc gives you a shot of Merillium." Amanda knew the doctor wouldn't give him anything that strong, but pointing out he could be given a drug that could reduce him to a drooling lump of limp flesh was meant to help give him an excuse to comply.

"But I've never." the 62 year old general whispered as he nervously looked at the door.

"Well it's about time you did." Amanda whispered back.. The general might not want to see his wife for the high ranking tramp she was, but Amanda knew. The general's wife had a long list of men she had bedded including a few members of the court, it was time the general found out what he had been missing all this time. And it would give him a big reason besides her record of hard work and dedicated service as to why she should get the job as his aide.

Amanda sat back up on his thighs. She took his hands in hers and brought them up to her chest. She placed one on each of her D-cup breasts and smiled brightly. She held back a chuckle when his hands gripped her nearly perfect orbs, he like every other man on the ship had been caught checking out her curves more than once. Her breasts had sagged a little since her teen years and after her pregnancy, but they were also slightly bigger. Making her pitch for promotion she whispered "If I were your aide we would have times when we would need to work late nights together. These breasts would not be kept from you."

The general's eyes opened wide in a bit of shock at his very forward junior officer's offer. And it wasn't everyday one gets an offer like that from a young woman that was considered pretty enough to be a royal consort. The king might be dead, but she would have the rights of a royal consort for life. He nor any other man could order her to their bed, but she was offering to forgo that right with him. He had been considering retiring shortly after the crown was awarded, but Amanda's offer was giving him strong second thoughts.

Amanda smirked down at him. While he was thinking things over and playing with her boobs she had removed his cock from his boxers and was quickly stroking him to hardness. And as Elizabeth had taught her, Amanda went after what she wanted.

Amanda slid back as she bent over. She was pleased as his bands came to a rest on the back of her head and he gave a deep sigh as her lips wrapped around his cock. He might not be as hard or big as he once was, but to Amanda his not so hard 6 inches were just fine. This wasn't about her pleasure, it was about getting a promotion. And the big pay increase that went with it. Then maybe her sister, Andromeda, wouldn't have to visit the blow booths just about every day.

After warming him up with her lips and tongue Amanda climbed aboard in the female superior position. She gave him a smile as an indication of her approval as his hands wasted no time in reclaiming her breasts. After riding for a while she climbed back off telling him "Put me like you wish and fuck my pussy like you've never been able to fuck anyone before." Her message was to be taken as she would do as he wished in the future if she was given the promotion. It was meant as a way of letting him know even her ass would be his if he came through. He could have her pussy now and later even her ass would be open for him. She would give him everything she gave the king.

So she was on knees and elbows using the pillow to muffle her giggles and make him think they were screams as he held her hips and rammed her from behind. To stroke his ego she would make him think he was fucking her harder and better than anyone had before. The guards outside wouldn't hear her sounds, but there was no way they were missing the squeaking bed springs or the loud slapping of sweaty flesh.

"By . the . goddess . your . wet . and . tight." the general grunted as he jackhammered the beauty that had surrendered to him without a struggle. It had been a long time since his wife's twat felt this nice, and he'd never been able to fuck her like a cheap whore. She was from a high house and she never missed a chance to remind him of that. In bed she expected to be treated with class and dignity. Even when they were young her bra wouldn't come off and most times she just laid on her back and stared at the ceiling until he was done. Though she had gotten better over the years.

Amanda amused herself with the thought this little move would give her an advantage over the others looking for the general's aide position. She hid her smile as the man treated her like a fuck toy. Her twat should still be tight like he commented, following Elizabeth's teaching she had limited access to her love tunnel. The king could call upon her at any time, but other than that her legs were only open when it benefitted her. The principal of the school got a blowjob and was allowed to fondle her breasts when Mary's test scores to get into a good school tied some boy's. The boy should have gotten the spot before a girl but Amanda did what was required to get her sister the best education possible. The landlord got to bed her in exchange for a 10% deduction off the monthly rent, allowing her brothers and sisters to live in a better area. Other than that only three other men had touched her sexually, only one was a boyfriend. The others were the officer at the academy that gave her numerous passes that allowed her to visit the blow booths so she could send money home after her father died. And then there was there was the need to get transferred from one of the other ships to the general's flag ship. The transfer wasn't to get into a position for the promotion she was fighting for, but rather better access to the latest deep space scans and other data she would see on any of the other ships. General Carpenter was the highest ranking military officer, every bit of data made it's way through his ship. Data that was very useful to a young ambitious officer like her.

"Yeah .yeah.yeah.yeah." the huffing and puffing older man grunted as Amanda started to hope she didn't kill the man. Maybe it was a mistake letting an old man fuck her as hard as he wanted, but that thought soon passed as he gave a long loud groan. Amanda gasped for air herself as she turned her head, but held her place as the general pulled his cock from her twat and sprayed shot after shot of his hot man juice on her sweaty back and ass.

After taking time to clean up in the general's private bath, then getting dressed, she walked out into the hall. She stood tall and wore a stern expression on her face. As the doors closed she waited for a passerby in the hall to get far enough away from her and the smirking guards before speaking. In a very threatening way she gave both of them an angry glare and said "If I hear any word of this spreading on or off this ship you two will be assigned duty at the worst and nastiest work detail I can find for you." Sleeping with the boss she'd do, but she would not allow everything she had accomplished to be tarnished by gossip.



The roasted chicken along with boiled potatoes and string beans was a nice dinner for the hungry girl. The conversation was another story. Although Prince Glattus was giving her an education to Mae he seemed more interested in Earth. A grin slipped through his façade when Mae let on the only reason she was here was because she was offered a ride by one of the blue aliens, T'nel.

Glattus put as much charm into his conversation with the Earth girl. He now knew she was 18 even if she looked to be in her mid-teens and although he found her attractive in an odd way his interests at the moment weren't aimed at bedding her. There was just too much going on at the moment to deal with a girl that was as dangerous as an angry wholl. He had the table set up in one of the few places in the palace and tunnel complex he was sure General Carpenter's soldiers wouldn't find them. With only the royal family and a handful of the most trusted guards even knowing of this room's location this was the only spot besides the secret dungeon he could sneak off to and question the weird looking Earth girl. To him it was a joke General Carpenter had assigned his own soldiers to secure the tunnels when they had no idea how vast and complicated a system they were. But then again being under house arrest he would have to get back to his quarters before Carpenter's men realize he was missing.

Lord Glattus looked to one of the guards and gave the man a nod as an attention getter. "Yes My Lord?" the young man asked as he snapped to attention.

"Bring me that box near your feet soldier." Glattus said with a smile for Mae who was humorously fidgeting with the big probe buried in her snatch. Glatus found it humorous the teen girl was doing a poor job of acting as if nothing was wrong as beads of sweat formed on her forehead and her skin was flushed. But keeping her distracted would make it easier to pry answers he wanted out of her. Answers like Earth people hadn't mastered faster than light travel yet. Heck, they hadn't even gotten past their own moon yet. They had nuclear weapons, but were just beginning to investigate energy weapons. He did have concerns though about a pair of refugees with incredible powers. And the one that could control green light sounded very familiar to someone driving his forces a bit crazy.

Mae couldn't help but to keep shifting her weight, but doing so was making her extremely wet. She tried as hard as she could to ignore the pleasure sensations emanating from her vagina, but even she'd have to admit it wasn't working. Mae's thighs were quivering as the guard put a large wooden box down on the floor next to Glattus and return to his post.

Mae watched as Lord Glattus produced a key and unlocked the box then flipped open the lid. Inside were several 3 inch wooden balls that had been painted in designs of brown, green and blue. They looked extremely old and worn with spots that the paint had worn off. Mae's eyes opened wide as he pulled one out that looked like Earth. "What can you tell me about this?" Glattus asked as he held out the small globe for her to get a better look at.

"That's Earth." she squeaked with a hint of surprise. There was strange marking she assumed indicated cities or other important locations, mostly throughout the Eurasian area. And there were other markings in the area from northern South America up into the American southwest.

"It is the world the sky demons took our ancestors from." Glattus said with a grin.

Mae nodded then took the globe from Lord Glattus. She turned the ball to show him North America. I and my father's family are from around here." she said pointing to where Kansas should be. She turned the ball and showed the prince Europe. My father's family and your ancestors came from this area." Next she showed the prince where Japan was located and added "This is where my mother's family is from.

A short time later Mae was being placed back in her jail cell. The soldiers seemed to find it humorous her twat was so wet her juices were streaking her legs and she was practically staggering while trying to walk with her thighs held together. "Can you take this thing off now?" Mae pleaded in a shaky voice as the door was closed with her alone inside and the chuckling men outside, where they were safe.

"Take it off yourself." one of them said as the other men broke out in laughter. "It's just a toy."' he then added as he produced a small remote and hit the on button.

"Oh my god!" the teen gasped as the thing started buzzing away in her already over stimulated pussy. Mae collapsed to the floor frantically pulling up her dress and hastily unbuckling the belt.

"Or you could just leave it in and enjoy it for a while." the laughing man stated as he tossed the remote into the cell. He and the other laughing solders then walked away. "We didn't have time to come up with something so we used a toy. But by the next time we take you out of that cell there will be something to control you. That's a sure bet."

"Oh thank god." Mae said gasping as she pulled the vibrating devise from her twat. She tossed it to the side as she lay on her back gasping for breath. After nearly orgasming she needed to calm herself down and the filthy floor, and it didn't bother her that much at the moment. She lay there with her mouth forming an 'o' thinking catch my breath for a moment, then I really need to pee. She knew she should be pissed over the inside joke the men played on her, but she had to admit it was nicer than actually having something buried in her pussy that could have killed her at any moment.

As she lay there catching her breath Mae noticed the floor didn't seem as dirty as she remembered. She glanced to the side to see her cot now had a newer mattress and sheets. In her mind Glattus was trying to win her over for some reason. Mae slowly sat up and looked towards the toilet area. Clean towel, wash cloth and even toilet paper.

Mae slowly got to her feet and took a few steps towards the now clean toilet. She was started as a voice came through a speaker outside her cell. "Behave and it will stay this way and you will get more clothes. Misbehave and it won't get cleaned until we can't take the stench."

Mae rolled her eyes with disgust. The one thing she wouldn't get was privacy. "COULD I AT LEAST GET A CURTAIN TO BLOCK OFF THE TOILET?" She yelled in frustration, not really expecting an answer.

"When the answer came back as a "No." she knew they could hear her meaning she couldn't talk to herself out loud. She rolled her eyes and shook her head as the man then added "But if you promise to be nice one of us will wash your back for you when your allowed to shower."



Later that morning Princess Stara looked around at the pretty scenery illuminated by the rising sun. Little Mary had done her job in getting the rent paid while a verbal IOU for services was given by Andromeda to the father of one of Mary's friends. Stara had to hand it to the sisters for getting the job done. Around midnight the man had taken her through the access tunnels and through the new subway extension under construction leaving her just a half mile or so from the Cobbler's Inn.

Once there she met up with the big bald man from earlier willing to get her home for a price. At that time she used the back room to change out of the white toga dress and into a comfy yet durable pair of deer skin pants. They had a pair of hiking boots and a button down long sleeve cotton like shirt that was a tan color like her slacks so she'd blend in better with the surroundings.

"They are much smarter than people give them credit for." her guide, David Worzinski, commented as a quarter mile away an awesome sight could be seen. Two of the world's top predators facing off in a battle for survival. A big sharge had a female wholl and two of her cubs cornered on a big ledge. The mother wholl stood snarling and showing her claws, even taking swipes at the big bird when it would move in too close. The bird stood with it's wings spread wide ready to pounce on the wholl and use its strong sharp talons. The bird most likely couldn't carry off an adult wholl, but a cub or even a human wasn't out of possibility.

Standing on the small ledge above her with the other end of the rope the guide readied himself to pull up the 112 pound princess. "The fight is lost now." he chuckled as he gazed over at the fight. He doubted the princess could see the outcome yet, but his trained eyes could. The towns and cities had transmitters sending out a signal that annoyed the sharges, thus keeping them away. But out in the wilds one must always keep an eye to the sky.

"I don't think the bird has tired out the mother yet. The mother would die before she'd give up a cub." Stara said as she finished tying the rope around her waist.

David Worzinski gave the naïve princess a hearty laugh, then pointed saying "Look about a hundred feet above them on the rock face.

Stata looked hard, then had a chuckle as she spotted the father wholl. By first look the bird had the wholls trapped, but now the bird was in fact the one in danger. At this point even if the bird sensed the other wholl it couldn't get away. If it tried to turn and fly away the mother and her sharp claws would be on it's back in the blink of an eye. "EEWWW." The princess soon turned away in disgust as the father leaped of the cliff face, landing on the bird's back. The bird's loud shriek of pain echoed off the mountain sides as the mother wholl quickly joined the fight, being careful to avoid the bird's talons and strong flapping wings.

"The wholls are almost as smart as people. They can plan and coordinate attacks. They'll eat off that bird for days." the big bald guide said then put his 18" guns to work, pulling the princess up the cliff face.

Stara kept her eyes off the bloody sight as the big man hoisted her up. The 6'5" 240 pound mountain of a man might be filthy, but he was quite attractive she thought. Without hair and considering he spent a great deal of time outside Stara guessed he could be anywhere from his late 20s to his early 40s. Clean him up and he could be a leading man in an action movie she thought. Maybe it was everything she had been through in the last several days, including the sexual awakening from the blowjobs she had given. But she found herself wanting those big strong arms wrapped around her. Embracing her. Protecting her. Fondling her. She'd bet his big strong calloused hands would feel better than any of the men in the blow booths on her royal tits. And his hands were big enough to fully engulf her B-cup breasts. She then found herself wondering how big his cock was and how long it would take to make him cum for her.

David reached down one last time and pulled the princess up onto the small ledge to stand next to him. He quickly noticed her dreamy eyes and the slight blush on her face and neck. Great, just great he thought. Being a guide for hire he had seen that look many times before. Usually from wives that were looking for something more than their husbands could give them. Or at least something to close their eyes and picture when their husbands were on top of them doing a poor job of satisfying them.

David Worzinski turned around saying "We need to get up to those caves before being seen. They go through to the other side." He pointed to a spot another 400 hundred feet up and over to the right where the well hidden caves could just be made out. He was getting big money to do this job. With the look in the teen princess' eyes it would be easy to make a move on her. But that would ruin a lot of people's plans while putting Prince Glattus on the throne.

The man picked up his 100 pound back pack containing the food, water and other supplies needed for this short trip. He put the pack on his back, then tied his end of the rope to his waist. "Wait here." was all he said as he used just his hands and feet to scale up the cliff face towards another ledge some 40 or so feet up and a little to the left.

It took a lot of work, and David managed to cop a couple feels of the princess' braless chest and her ass as he pulled the nearly helpless princess up the mountain side one ledge at a time. He did make it seem like it was necessary and surprisingly she seemed not to mind. But alas that was all he was going to get out of the deal as he pulled a heavy duty flashlight out of the backpack.

David pointed the light into the cave and walked in first. Princess Stara followed close behind. David held back a laugh as the teen girl's hands rested on his hips, where she was looking at him all wantonly before she was now just about ready to drop to her knees if he told her too. It wouldn't be the first time a customer grew horny on one of his tours. More than once a woman had snuck out of the tent shared with her husband or boyfriend and have him take a tour of their bodies. But with Princes Stara he had to make sure she was delivered as pure as when they left.

"How long will it take us to get through to the other side?" the young girl asked in a nervous voice as she was right up against David's back.

"We're not going all the way through." David said softly.

"Huh?"

"WE'RE HERE." The guide called out loudly.

"Who are you calling to?" Stara asked warily as she started walking back away from her guide. The scared teen wondered if she made a dire mistake trusting this man, and her former cook who introduced them. Was this all some kind of set up? She was high up in the mountains with no way of getting back down on her own. If this was a trap for her it worked wonderfully for them. There was no where she could go now.

"He's calling to us." a very familiar female voice said from deeper in the cave.

Stara took another few steps back towards the cave opening as she looked into the cave where a few more flashlights were turned on. As she thought about what was going on David turned around with a big smile. "Couldn't tell you in case we were captured."

"Tell me what."

"Tell you he was working for the rebels." the female voice said almost annoyingly, this time a little closer.

Stara's jaw dropped and her eyes opened wide as the voice pointed her flashlight to her face. It took a moment for it to register, then Stara took a deep gasping breath just before joyfully screaming "ANARAAA." The teen princes raced forward to embrace her older sister and finally take the time to sob. After everything that had happened her tears now flowed like a river as her older sister held her tight, just like she had always done.

"Your safe now." Anara said warmly as she held her sister. Her left arm wrapped around her sister's body, her right hand stroking her sobbing sister's hair.

"You cut your hair." Stara whimpered, then sniffed.

"Yes."

"Rebels?"

"We have a lot to talk about." Anara said with a warning look at the general. If he tried to cross them only her death would stop her from taking revenge on him and everyone he loved.

General Bastion Bowman for his part had no desire to cross the princess. With the reports he had coming in it was clear the time for putting differences aside. If they continued to fight each other there would be no empire left. There might not be an empire anyway considering the strength of the enemy, but they wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Why are you wearing a rebel uniform?" young Stara asked as she held on tight to her older sister.



Commander Z'lar looked down through tears brought on by the smoke. Doctor M'char looked up while clenching her jaw. She turned her attention back to her patient and closed her eyes. Z'lar was going to need a new first officer. Sparks exploded from several consoles on the bridge as repair crews quickly went to work. "I WANT THESE REPAIRS DONE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. AND I WANT AN UPDATE NOW." the commander shouted over the din. T'nel had made this the best ship I the fleet and Z'lar wasn't about to let their standing drop.

Science Officer Gr'tart studied her computer screens with intensity. "Communications with engineering are out as are the aft shields, they should all be working again soon. Hull breaches in sections 7 and 16 will be patched soon as well. Considering, we are not in bad shape Ma'am."

"NOT IN BAD SHAPE?"

"Sorry ma'am. What I meant is three of the human ships are dead in space. The T'hal's warp core is damaged and will take over a day to repair. The Cr'sha's bridge was heavily damage and Commander Ho'sen as moved operations to the auxiliary bridge. Her shields will be operational in half a day. What I meant is at least we can still put up a fight, Ma'am." the young science officer said to clarify her earlier statement.

Z'lar clenched her jaw as the view screen came to life, showing the carnage. Two Swarm ships had tried to reach the moon colony and it took the combined efforts of the human ships and three O'tean ships to destroy them, not that the humans helped much. Human shuttles were shuffling crews to the damaged human ships as smoke bellowed from them, indicating several hull breaches. The T'hal looked to be in better shape, at least from the outside. But if the damage to the warp core was worse than reported that ship might be lost.

The science officer then looked towards Z'lar with a grave expression. "Another ship entering the sector. This one is heading towards the capital planet."

"Get me Commander Ho'sen." Z'lar barked. The oldest and most experienced ship commander in the fleet had assumed command when she arrived. Z'lar had met the officer a few times over the years. Glory hungry and fearless. And even by O'tean standards she was big. Over 7 feet tall she stood shoulder to shoulder with most males.

"We see it Z'lar." Commander Ho'sen grunted as her image formed on the screen moments later. It irked Z'lar to no end the other commander wouldn't recognize her rank when speaking. Z'lar had already heard Ho'sen was one of only two that recommended she be bypassed for promotion and a more experienced officer get the command. "Three Tholatran ships are on the way and will intercept."

Z'lar gave a glance over to her science officer for conformation. Her science officer checked her calculations and stated "They will be too late."

"We have to slow that ship down Ma'am." Z'lar practically growled at Ho'sen. Z'lar had a dislike of Ho'sen as well. The way the older officer would stand up straight and thrust her chest out in a dominance display made Z'lar want to chop her down to size. She was also convinced Ho'sen hated the way males of other species openly admired her breasts more than her own, which wasn't very O'tean like. Where Ho'sen's triple Ds had sagged slightly and lost some of their firmness do to her 147 years of age, Z'lar's much larger breasts were somewhat firmer and rounder.

"The humans will have to do that themselves." Commander Ho'sen grunted back. To her stopping the Swarm was one thing, protecting the primitives was another. If the Swarm landed on a planet they would simply destroy all the space craft to trap them there.

"With all due respect Ma'am. The human ships couldn't stop a Figaren garbage scow. Long range scans show no other Swarm ships within a day meaning you have time to make repairs. My ship is the only one capable of chasing them down and putting up a fight."

"We need you here."

"Other allied ships will be arriving shortly, Ma'am. My ship is the only one that can keep the Swarm from gaining another foothold in this galaxy. One foothold was bad another could be a disaster, Ma'am." Z'lar argued with a hateful stare at the viewer and one Ho'sen was sure to dislike. She left out saying the first foothold might have been avoided if she were allowed to act instead of being ordered to wait.

After a few moments of tense silence the older commander squinted her eyes to show her dislike of the situation, then just before the screen went dead said "The Great Mother be with you."



"AAARRR .. REALLY?" T'nel screamed in frustration as Lucas Martel sat in the copilots seat laughing. This had been the fourth time she had tried to pilot the ship out from under the sea only to have the engines suddenly cut out and have them sink back to the bottom. "So we're just supposed to sit around and wait until she wants us to act?"

"We've fixed every system we could, so I guess we wait..That is unless you have something else in mind to pass the time." the green hunk said laughingly as he gave T'nel his come and get it look.

"WELL I'D LIKE TO GIVE THAT LUNARA ENTITY A PIECE OF MY MIND." the irate blue woman screamed into the air in frustration. They had an idea Mae was still alive, but she was on her own on a far different world than her own. She was also a good friend of a girl T'nel thought of as family. If Mae got killed how could she explain this to Kara. She totally ignored Lucas' insinuation they have sex to pass the time. At times she wondered how his people ever found the time to master space flight where it seemed they thought about sex constantly.

Lucas sat belted into the copilot's seat chuckling as T'nel handled the controls to set the ship back on the sea bottom. "We have no evidence that this entity is Lunara, or even female. All we know is it doesn't want us involved yet." he responded smugly. Whatever this entity was it was powerful and if it wanted them dead they'd be dead. To him they entity would let them know when it was time to act and until then there was nothing else to do. Except teaching T'nel a few sexual positions his father hadn't introduced to her. "And if you give me a chance I bet I could get you off in less than 4 hecrons." (About 5 minutes.)

"Powerful boasting." T'nel chuckled back. She played along with his mental game for a moment and laughingly asked "And what would this bet be and what make you think I wouldn't mentally hold out longer than that?"

Lucas arched his eyebrows with a hint of concern as a fish way bigger than the ship swam by. After he and T'nel exchanged looks of shock he shook the image of the fish swallowing his ship whole from his mind and answered "My detailed study of O'tean female physiology and thousands of years of practice." He then grinned as he piled on to his offer "Since I'm an empath you wouldn't be able to hide an orgasm from me. So let's say that I will make you scream out in pleasure. And the bet..um .let's see."

T'nel gave the young man she thought of as a son sometimes her best bored expression. She knew him long enough to know he already had a wager in mind. She might think of him as a son more if he'd stop hitting on her. Hell, he was hitting on her when his father was alive and in the room. Their culture sure had some bazaar sexual customs she thought. Although one might have a steady partner both parties were still free to enjoy others, even the other's family members. A female could enjoy the son, brother or even daughter of her lover. Or a father the son or daughter of his lover. As long as all were consenting adults there were no boundaries. And a word for jealousy wasn't even in their vocabulary. She would listen to his wager first before shutting him down. Over the years she had won several bets, but those bets were for sex if he won. This bet would involve sex to determine the winner. There was no way she was going to fall for that.

"How about the Alva Terran against you submitting to me whenever I want from now on." Lucas said laughingly. He was sure she'd at least think this one over where the stakes were so high. His medium sized star cruiser was the fastest cargo ship I the galaxy and worth a fortune.

"And your wife?" T'nel asked with a wry look. His people might not have a word for jealousy, but O'teans had several.

"She's the one that suggested betting the ship." Lucas replied quickly. G'shell had come up with that a while ago after seeing him get shot down for the hundredth time. She had out rightly told him to offer her something she couldn't easily refuse and owning her own starship would definitely qualify.



Princess Sara danced to the music in front of Josef Markson's two sons and several of their friends. Marky and Josef Jr. were 18 and 19 respectively. Where it was Marky's 18th birthday the boys wanted a party that would impress their rich friends. And how better to impress your friends that to have a bombshell of a princess do a striptease then dance naked on a table.

Sara swiveled her hips to the rocking beat doing her best to ignore the hoots and howls from the dozens of 18, 19 and 20 year old boys. The 26 year old princes' boobs and butt had been groped and slapped more times than she could count, with one of the boys slapping her right tit so hard it left a big red handprint.

"OKAY, MARKY GETS HER FIRST AND I GET HER SECOND, BUT WHO WANTS HER THIRD?" Josef Jr. shouted over the crowd, then chuckled as soon followed the loud chorus of "me, me, me."

Wearing just her slave collar a tear streaked the princess' cheek realizing she was going to have to have sex with all these boys, some of whom she'd met before at parties for the rich and famous. Some of them had even showed interest in her sister, some even having been considered by her father as possible suitors for her sister Stara. Two of them were even sons of members of The House of Lords.

"SHAKE THEM BIG TITS." a boy shouted.

In the main room of a two bedroom hotel suite Sara could see into one of the bedrooms through the open door. The bed was in view, already turned down and ready for Marky to claim her. And considering the choice was dozens of boys or be put in the arena with a horny wholl to Sara the choice wasn't that hard.

Sara shimmied for a few seconds for the boy yelling for it. She turned in his direction and looked at him as she shook her tits for him. As the group cheered she stepped off the table, first onto a chair then down to the floor as one of the boys offered her a hand to help her keep her balance. She pasted a big smile on her face and ignored the hands grabbing her ass and tits as she walked over to Marky. "Are you ready for me to make a man of you?" she seductively asked as ordered by his father. That part was made clear to her. Make a man out of the birthday boy, then satisfy any of the other boys that wanted to enjoy her. Like any of them would pass up on this chance. The list of whom she seek vengeance on when this was over was getting too long to keep in her head. It would take her time once she was safe at home to make everyone pay for these atrocities being committed on her.

As she took the somewhat shy boy by the hand and started leading him towards the bedroom all hell broke loose. Armed men in military assault gear burst through the door and in through the windows. Panic filled the room as dozens of men with automatic weapons roughly pushed the boys into the bedroom with guns pointed at them, leaving the naked and confused princess alone with the armed men that she now noticed were wearing rebel patches on their uniforms.

Fearing she was about to go from the frying pan and into the fire the princess panicked. Being a sex slave was almost as bad as it could get. Being a bargaining chip by the rebels was the worst. Even being her uncle's prisoner would be better she thought as she took off running for the open door only to have her path blocked by a woman wearing the same uniform. "Your sister Anara sends her regards and her best wishes for this rescue." the woman said with a big smile.

"OUR DADS WILL HAVE HEADS FOR THIS. WE HAVE POWERFUL FRIENDS ON BOTH SIDES." one of the boys shouted from the bedroom. How dare the rebel soldiers break up their party. Princess Sara was now a slave fair and square.

"Make it quick." the woman soldier snapped as one of the men used a special tool to remove Princess Sara's collar. Until one of the boys called it in the warning device would keep signaling it was still in place around the princess' lovely neck. As the woman noticed the soldier ogling the princess' naked breast that through her training wasn't bothering to cover she snapped "Eyes on your work soldier."

"Anara?" the confused princess asked. Why would rebels be doing something like this for her and Anara?

As the collar dropped to the floor the woman roughly grabbed Princess Sara by the right arm and ushered her into one of the bathrooms where some of the soldiers had gathered her clothes and put them. Not that there was much clothing, but there wasn't time to fix that situation at the moment. Very soon an alarm would be sounded and Josef Markson's security force would quickly be there. Not that they couldn't handle Markson's men, but there would be a lot of blood shed if it happened. The woman tossed the princess into the bathroom while barking "Get dressed quick. We're out of here in two whether your dressed or not."

Finally able to think for a moment the wary princess quickly grabbed her panties and started dressing. Her little voice was telling her that maybe the rebels holding her wasn't as bad as being Markson's slave. She knew she couldn't go home until the whole legal matter was straightened out meaning they'd have to keep her someplace secret. Secret meant the less people who knew where she was the better. That meant she would no longer be whored out.

Moments later, wearing a slinky black mini dress the hugged every curve and showed a lot of skin, Sara was whisked from the room and onto a waiting freight elevator. She was brought down stairs and snuck out through the kitchen and into the back of a delivery van.

With the woman and two guards Sara held on to the side of the truck as it raced away. "So now I'm a rebel prisoner now?" she asked in a sad tone. She most likely wouldn't be raped as much now, but she still wasn't free.

"No your highness." The woman replied with a big smile. "If it were up to me yes. But my orders are to take you someplace safe and leave you there. My superiors made a deal with your sister to rescue you. They would have preferred a Temple of Lunara, but the one here was burned down last year and the nearest one is two days away. We will be leaving you at the church a little ways from here."

"What?" Sara gasped as fear filled her. Church meant Christians. Christians meant death.

"Relax Princess. Not all Christians are bad. Most are good, I'm one. This church has a big courtyard behind high stone walls and as long as you stay inside those walls Markson's men or anyone else cannot take you away. And the monsignor is my brother. You will be safe until you can go home." the nameless woman replied. Rescuing the princess was best for both sides if these were normal times, but with the empire under attack time would have been better spent preparing for the attack that would soon be coming.



Princess Anara and Princess Sara stood side by side just inside the cave entrance looking out at the capital far in the distance. The howling winds made it impossible for them to climb down to start their trek towards home, and the crown. To make things worse the weather forecast was for the storm to get worse, much worse. The early season hurricane would last for days according to the models, not clearing until the morning after the moons align.

In a bit of despair at not being able to get going the two girls in rebel uniforms saw it as nearly impossible for them to get into the capital within the constraints of such a small window of time. It would take hours just to repel down the cliffs first and to not be seen they'd have to do that under the cover of darkness.

"You will wear the crown." Anara said firmly. Her uncle's men would have to kill her before she would surrender the crown to him now after everything he had done.

"It stormed before Lunara swooped in and chased the Sky Demons away too." Stara said with sadness as she looked out at the impossible. After everything she'd done and gone through to get this far only to have the storm block further progress was a bit disheartening to say the least.

To add to Stara's sad mood was the word that Mae had been captured and was handed over to her uncle. With her uncle laughingly under house arrest and confined to the palace that would most likely place her in the secret dungeon area of the old tunnels. That was an area along with the secret library she and her sisters hadn't been given access to yet.

"The sharges were this far north back then too." Anara said as a 60 mile an hour gust blew by the cave opening.

"They are here again this year." Stara commented as she started seeing comparisons between the two time periods. "Maybe she'll be back to straighten this out and save us from those creatures." By now the young princess had been briefed on the colony attack and the O'tean involvement. Her sister was now safely behind the stone walls of a church and in the hands of Christians. The rebel leader swore she was safe there, but old prejudices die hard. Add that on to what she had learned about her own family over the past few days left her wondering how any of them deserved the crown. But her uncle wearing the crown would cost millions of lives at best. Stara's shoulders slumped under the weight placed upon them.

Anara, as always, was there to assure her younger sister. She placed her right arm around her sister's shoulders and pulled her close. In her comforting manor she said "You will make a great queen."

"Couldn't we just say those pictures are fake?"

"The crown should not be worn as result of a lie. I did what I did and we have to think it fits Lunara's will that you serve as queen." Anara held her sister a little tighter and wore an unsure smile. "And if you need me I will always be there for you."

The young princess had tears in her eyes feeling the weight of the world on her small shoulders. Stara was the youngest of 7 and never expected to be in this position. She wasn't trained for this. Up to now all she needed to know was how to smile and wave nicely at the photographers. Economics, taxes, controlling the military were among the many things she had never given much thought to while growing up. Anara on the other hand seemed interested in everything. To Stara it was simple, Anara was better suited to being queen.



T'nel sat in the pilot's seat going over the check list again as Lucas took a nap on the floor with nothing else to do. T'nel shook her head when looking over her shoulder at him thinking maybe she should have taken him up on his bet. When this was over her career was in the toilet anyway, at least she would have had a ship and been able to have her own business. But sleeping with the son of your former lover just seemed too far wrong. She had made the fatal mistake years before by getting too involved with his father and now had no interest in any other male. She still wanted sex, but when it came to choosing a male she just couldn't seem to pull the trigger. The blue woman sighed with the thought at least his big cock would have felt nice, but he wasn't his father.

T'nel turned her interest back to the control panel just in time to see it light up. "What?" she whined as she gave the console a curious look. Lucas had said Lunara, even if he would say there was no way to be sure it was her, would let them know when it was time for them to act in some fashion. But just what were they supposed to be doing?

"Reports that an alien had been captured and handed over to the military have been reported by several reliable sources in the military. Yet none could answer as just where the military was holding this female revered one that had caused embarrassment to Lord Glattus' forces." A female voice sated as it came out of the radio's speaker.

A male voice then followed with "My bet is she would be held in the tunnels under the palace. There have been rumors going back centuries as to secret rooms off the tunnels. And given Lord Glattus' nature he would want such a prisoner close by until after he is crowned king."

"Now Ben, we have no information about such things and the royal sensors will be up in arms over suggesting such a thing. Especially since Lord Glattus is under house arrest and forbidden from having contact with his troops." The woman said in an almost scolding tone.

They had to be talking about Mae T'nel thought. And as the man said "Your right Ann. And on that note here's the weather." The radio then went to dead air as the engines turned themselves on.

"Now if that's not clear enough I have no idea what would be." T'nel said laughingly. She grabbed an empty drinking cup off the console and tossed it at the sleeping sex addict. "Come on. We have a mission." she chuckled at the startled man.




"I will not be the one to dissolve the monarchy. But I understand your reasoning about wanting the people to have a say in the direction of our empire." Princess Stara stated firmly as she and her sister sat across the table from General Bowman and his scowl at not getting further with Princess Stara than he had gotten with Princess Anara so far. But to Stara there were benefits to be made in giving the rebels something. "The monarchy will stay in ultimate power and the House of Lords will remain as is. It will remain an entity composed of and appointed by the monarchy. I instead propose a new house of equal power to be decided by the people based upon population. Law changes will no longer be put forth by the monarchy and approved by the house, but will instead be argued and passed by both houses then approved by the monarchy." she suggested, surprising both the general and her sister.

"What? Anara shrieked. How could she suggest such a thing? There would be chaos and nothing would get done.

"What?" the general questioned. His superiors would never go for something that crazy. With two equally empowered houses, nothing would ever get done.

Princes Stara expected a lot of resistance from her idea. After talking with Mae she had liked the way one of the countries on Earth did things. Where Mae's country was totally democratic, another country was a hybrid of sorts. To Stara the hybrid way seemed the best option. Nothing could be passed without the consent of the people and the lords will still have their birth rights maintained. It also made the monarchy less desirable and thus there would be less reasons for someone to do as her uncle had. Giving up some of the monarchy's power would benefit the royal family and the people by providing a more stable transfer of the crown.

"Can I talk with my sister alone please?" a slightly pissed Anara asked the general. How could her sister throw away what her family spent centuries building? The elder sister jumped from her seat and roughly grabbed her sister by the arm, pulling her up and across the small room.

"STOP!" Stara shouted with a bit of anger as she pulled her arm away from her sister.

Anara looked her angry sister in the eye, then softened her reaction. Stara was the true heir to the throne now and she needed to remember that. "I am sorry Your Majesty." she said with her head hung low. "But giving in too much will weaken the monarchy too much and cause an all out civil war." Anara needed her sister to see her idea wasn't viable.

"I'm not mad my sister." Stara said in a whisper. "But I need you to believe I know what I'm doing. It may not be perfect, but it works for some of the people on the old world. The House of Lords will be the guardians of the old ways while the new house of the people will help guide us into the future. Lunara said we would need to all work together to survive, this gives everyone a voice in that future." Besides, if no agreement was reached their might not be an empire to rule.

While Stara and her sister were whispering off to the side General Bowman took the time to leave the room and contact his superiors. "Is she crazy?" one of them asked.

"Something like that would never work." another commented.

"The monarchy would still have more power than on that world, but changing things this way will assure the people we care what they think and requiring the abolition of the virginity requirement for women will insure what our uncle did will never happen again." Princess Stara said. There was a lot to gain by giving up some of their power, she needed to get her sister to see that.

"And while your at it why don't you have them change the part where males get the throne over girls no matter the birth order?" Anara asked sarcastically. Changing too much would cause a whole new rebellion. This time the House Of Lords would rebel. Anara needed her little sister to see that.

"Have faith Anara. If Lunara's grace is with us and I gain the throne, then everything we've been through has to be for a reason. I have to believe Lunara wanted me to see how our people live. I have to believe she wanted me to meet that Earth girl and learn from her. I believe Lunara wants us to listen to our people."

Listening is one thing. Letting them make laws is another." Anara argued. The people need strong leadership, not constant arguments Anara thought. Stara needed to learn that, and fast. With the empire under attack Stara would need to take the reins of the empire and position the military. Arguments in two groups of people would mean certain doom for the empire.



Lord Glattus stood with the doors to his balcony wide open listening to the wind howl. The storm was just getting started and if his niece Stara wasn't close she would soon find it impossible to get home. The storm was just getting started and the weather men and woman were all saying it wouldn't wind down until just before time would run out for his niece to stake her claim. Travel would soon become too dangerous with the high winds and intense rain limiting the vision of anyone foolish enough to be out in this.

Hands folded behind his back and a big smug smile on his face he would call this the will of Lunara. It was fate and the goddess herself wanted him on the throne to rule over the empire. It was Lunara's will that he then crush the rebel forces.

Lord Glattus was on a high. First he would gain the throne. Then crush the rebellion. He would have scientists working with increased funding on perfecting his father's warp jump technology. Ships like that would make it possible to reach Earth where he would also rule. His guest down in the dungeon might not have the knowledge needed to locate the Earth, but he was sure the location was hidden somewhere in the ancient star charts. He would have scientists studying them as well.

That left him wondering what to do with the little girl warrior he had safely locked away at the moment. Word was already spreading he had her and that could create an issue for him. If word spread too much the high priestesses could demand her release. The king may be the ultimate power, but a wise king wouldn't anger the servants of the goddess. Their word could cause a whole new revolt, one even his own soldiers would join.

As he watched trees bending in the winds he wondered if he could convince her to support him. Someone like her would be able to sneak up and spy on enemy forces. Then again she might also be god in bed. She was fairly good looking even if her breasts were a bit small for his taste. She did have a nice little perky butt that just begged to be grabbed and fucked. Then again with her petite size, having her sit on his lap for a long ride down a bumpy road could be quite enjoyable. As he chuckled a little with that thought another came to mind. One of the news reporters that irked him constantly had a daughter about the same size. Maybe a bit smaller even. Normally tiny breasts wouldn't garner his attention, but with how much her father was a pain in the ass calling upon her to serve her king would serve two purposes. He'd have sex with the tiny little thing and her father would be served notice that her sisters would all fall in line if he didn't. Then again as king he could just arrange for the bastard to die and still bed the daughters. It's good to be the king he mused.


"Never mind landing. Just get close and I'll jump." T'nel said as Lucas' shuttle used the cover of the storm clouds to stay hidden from view. And the ionizing effect from the powerful storm was making them almost undetectable by radar or other scanning devises.

"You can't seriously be considering going alone." Lucas argued weakly. He knew better, but would urge caution anyway. T'nel had always been a bit reckless. He looked over his shoulder from the pilot's seat at T'nel standing at the hatch and holding on. The gale force winds rocked the small ship and the sudden movements made the gravitational stabilizer circuits all but useless.

Wearing just her twin hip holsters holding her blasters and the rifle that completed the set strapped to her back T'nel would search the tunnels for Mae. Stuffed in the gun belt was a small communicator which given the storm would have a limited range and a hand held scanner that along with her suit's sensors might help open secret passages Stara had talked about. The ground above the tunnels wouldn't help either. For the ship's sensors to be able to scan the tunnels Lucas would need to be under 500 feet and even in this storm that would be too low. So until after dark he would return to the safety of the clouds leaving T'nel on her own for a while.

Lucas lowered the ship above one of the higher towers. The sensors had shown no guards were braving the elements, but they'd still have to be quick. About 50 feet above the tower the 5'10" shadow Warrior jumped from the ship. "HHHHPPPHHHH." she grunted loudly as the high winds almost blew her off course and off the nearly 100 foot tall tower. She had aimed for the center of the 40 foot diameter structure yet instead crashed into the stone wall.

She was already invisible so Lucas would have missed that. As T'nel stood she needed to use her power suit to brace herself against the strong winds. She had seen powerful storms before and this was revving up to be one of the biggest she'd ever been in. Even with the enhanced strength given to her by the suit she was still having to struggle to remain on her feet.

Now on her own, T'nel held on tight as she looked over the side. She needed a way in and the hatch on the other side of the roof would most likely be monitored somehow. Either by electronic sensors or by guards sitting just below and out of the howling winds. Stara had mentioned that just about every room in the palace had a secret entrance into the tunnel system so getting inside somehow was the first concern. With the storm getting worse and worse every window and door would be locked tight. But even in the worst of conditions some guards would be forced to check outside. They had to get in and out somewhere. T'nel grinned as she looked at an area out of the strong winds. If their regulations were anything like O'tean regulations then even under the worst of conditions guards would still need to make some routine patrols. As a powerful lightning bolt struck not far away T'nel knew that between the intense lightning, the strong winds and the ionizing effects from this storm the humans' limited sensing abilities would be hampered, thus mandating security patrols.

Lightning striking a lightning arrester on the next tower gave the Shadow Warrior a bit of concern, as well as making the whole structure tremble. Her suit would protect her, at least from the first one. But then all bets would be off. Staying on the roof was too risky.

With a short lull in the winds T'nel moved over the wall. Using the structure itself as a wind break she gripped the spaces between the stones with her finger tips and toes. She made it half way down with relative ease, then the wind changed direction. T'nel struggled to hold on as the wind now hit her from the right side. It took nearly all her enhanced strength not to be blown off the wall as she looked to the ground about 50 feet below.

As the winds waned for a moment once more T'nel took a breath and made the leap, landing in a three point stance. Now on the ground the palace walls would offer some protection from the winds. As another bolt of lightning hit not far away the Shadow Warrior stood up and hugged the wall, then a big smile came to her face as every light in the palace went out. She figured there would be back up power, but the circuits working would now be limited.

As a door not far away opened she stayed very still. "You drew the short one." a man said laughingly as he and another pushed two others outside then closed the door again. T'nel wore a big smile as she walked silently 20 feet or so behind them. She would follow them on their route until she found a good place to enter the building. Being right behind a patrol would give her the maximum time before another would come by and possible detection of her entry. Was this Lunara helping again she asked herself.

With the winds howling she couldn't hear what the men were talking about, but cared not anyway. Get in, get Mae and get off the planet. That was her plan any way. Getting involved in a civil war was never a good idea and she still hadn't changed her mind on that. To her Princess Stara had been returned to her world and it was up to her people to straighten things out. And if that Lunara entity wanted her to interfere then a more direct message was going to be needed.

T'nel followed the men around a turn then spotted an odd sight. On the second floor was a wide open set of double glass door off a big balcony. That was very odd she thought, but then it was a gift she wasn't about to question too much. Some lights were coming back on throughout the palace telling her the emergency power was now on. Most lights would most likely still be out, but security sensors would again be active.

The men in front of her cowered as another bolt of lightning struck too close for comfort. She waited for them to move further away, then crouched down and leaped up to the balcony. It wasn't a quiet landing as the wind threw her against the far railing and she knocked a big stone planter off. But the guards below didn't seem to think anything was wrong considering the intense winds.

As the guards moved along in their patrol T'nel turned her attention to her way in. The room was dimly lit by an oil lamp and as she neared the door T'nel heard a woman's voice whine "Can't we close the doors?"

"This is Lunara's will and I'm going to enjoy every moment." a man replied. By the dim light T'nel could make out the couple having sex in the bed across the room. From the news clips she had seen while on Lucas' ship she recognized the man as Prince Glattus. The young looking very petite girl on her knees and elbow before him, sucking his cock, was a total unknown.

The naked man was kneeling on the bed grinning as he looked out at the storm. The young skinny girl with long dark hair was naked as well. Her pearly white wiggling backside was lit up as another bolt of lightning hit somewhere, this time not that close.

T'nel rolled her eyes as she'd have to bide her time before she could go further. The man being Prince Glattus meant there would be guards outside the door. She'd need to wait until they were done and the girl was gone before acting. One in the room she could take care of quietly, but with two there was too much of a risk one would yell out alerting the guards.

The girl paused her actions again and looked up at the prince. "And you will make sure I get the full scholarship?"

"And I will make sure you get a great posting." the prince replied with a big grin as he took hold of her shoulders. He guided her into position, on knees and elbows facing the open doors.

As another bolt flashed T'nel could see the girl was in her late teens and had modest sized breasts. The girl about the same size and build as Mae looked back over her shoulder as the prince gently gripped her hips. "I've never done this before My Lord, will you be gentile?"

Prince Glattus gave the girl a comforting smile, then roughly pulled her back. "NNNAAAAA." the girl screamed as she clenched her jaw and her eyes clamped shut. As she turned back toward the door the girl looked ready to cry, and T'nel felt like kicking the bastard's ass, but she still refused the idea of getting involved.

"NNNAAA ..NNNAAAAA..NNNNAAAA." the girl yelled out as Glattus roughly fucked his tiny subject.

"By the goddess your wet and tight Mae." the prince grunted as he fucked the girl like a machine. Strong fast and deep thrusts had the girl's entire body jerking. Tears streaked her cheeks as her virgin blood ran down her thighs. "WHAT'S YOUR NAME SLUT?"

Whether or not this girl's real name was Mae, T'nel wouldn't be saying anything about this to her young friend as the girl replied "My .name . .is .Mae ..and ...I'm ...your ...slut ...My ...Lord."

"That's a good little girl." the prince chuckled as he then got a yelp from the girl as he gave her tight little backside a spank.

Helena rocked on her knees and elbows getting what her parents couldn't get for her. Her grades were good enough to attend college, but her family didn't have the money. So as her mother cleaned up in the kitchen down in the basement the young girl took her chance at a brighter future. Sleeping with a member of the high house had it's privileges. And once Prince Glattus gained the crown she would be a girl touched by the king. Her future would then be much better than it would have been otherwise and all she'd have to do is have sex with him when he wanted. She was in the prince's room behind her mother's back, but if one wanted to move up socially then one needed to do what was required.

For a good five minutes T'nel stood by waiting and wanting to kick the crap out of the man. The bastard was having sex with a girl young enough to be his daughter. He was having her pretend to be Mae and all fingers pointed towards him as being the one who had the missiles shot at Lucas' shuttle in an attempt to kill Stara and the rest of them.

As the girl and the prince lay cuddled together afterwards, her head on his hairy chest and his hand squeezing her tits, T'nel scanned the room with the sensors in her helmet. She found what could be a passage, but had to wait before trying to access it.

"I have to get back downstairs before my mom wonders where I am." the youngster whined before rolling away from the man. T'nel could see the sick look on the young girl's face as she quickly dressed with her back to the prince. Him admiring her ass while she ignored for now the blood on her thighs. She hopped into her slacks and threw her top on, then was out the door getting a chuckle from the guards.

With herself alone in the room with the prince T'nel figured she could use the cover of the storm to knock him out, getting a little satisfaction at the same time. But as soon as the girl was gone he too was on his feet throwing on his shorts and a robe over it.

T'nel grinned as he then made her job easier. The man picked up the oil lamp and went to the spot her sensors pinpointed, the spot a where a passage was located. T'nel watched as he ran his hand along the chair rail, his fingers moving along the bottom. T'nel had a smile of satisfaction as the passage opened, and she stood directly behind him, her right hand made into a fist. Before he could step inside her fist came down hard on the back of his head.

The Shadow Warrior caught his limp body in one hand and luckily the lamp in the other. She then carried him to the bed. She placed the lamp on the nightstand thinking it would be so much easier for everyone if she just snapped his neck, but that would be breaking the rules and getting too involved in the struggle for the crown. She dropped the prince on the bed then quickly gathered electrical cords from lamps and the clock on the nightstand. In just a few short minutes she left the man hogtied, and gagged with his own dirty socks.

T'nel then crouched down to fit through the small passage. She didn't bother figuring how to close the passage as anyone entering the room would have an idea where the intruder would have gone even if she couldn't be seen. It also meant she had to get through the passage and into the tunnels before that happened or even being invisible she'd be trapped.

T'nel followed the dark passage by feeling the walls with her hands and the stairs with her feet. When she reached the end she wondered how to now exit the passage without being detected. T'nel felt around in the dark, finally finding a metal grip attached to a chain. T'nel drew one of her blasters to hold in her left hand and pulled the chain with her right.

A loud creak made her wince as the door opened. T'nel breathed a sigh of relief as she looked out first to see no one around and most of the lights were out. Evidently emergency lighting for the tunnels was limited to about one out of ten lights. T'nel stepped out into the stone walled tunnels just as the door loudly creaked close.

T'nel looked both ways up and down the passage wondering which way to go. According to Stara these passages were quite extensive. T'nel holstered her blaster and pulled out her small communications devise. "Face shield off." T'nel held the small radio up to her mouth and softly asked "Lucas? Can you hear me?"

"Got you, but I still have no idea where this dungeon is. I can make out human bodies, I can't tell which one is Mae. And I can't see the deeper passages." T'nel cringed and looked both ways worried Lucas' long and louder than expected answer would be heard.

"One word answers only please. I didn't expect you to tell which one was her. But she should be confined to a small area if she is a prisoner. And after what I saw upstairs I figure she's alone." T'nel figured a guy like Glatus wouldn't let anyone else touch Mae first. And by what she saw she figured he hadn't done so. At least not yet.

"What did you see?" the green man with a one track mind asked in a suggestive manor.

"Not the time. Which way?" T'nel asked in a harsh whisper while looking up and down the tunnel. With luck she could at least break Mae out of jail before anyone knew there was an intruder. But if Lucas kept making too much noise they'd hear her coming.

"Two non-moving humans to your north. One to the south off in an alcove."

"Which way is south?" T'nel asked as she looked up and down the passage. At the moment she had no idea which way was which.

"Four way intersection a hundred kortars (about 70 feet.) to the north. The tunnel curves to the right in the south. Follow the tunnel until it ends then turn left."

T'nel turned off the communicator and put it back in her belt. She reactivated her face shield and trotted off, keeping an ear open for guards. Just after making the turn she heard a pair of guards on patrol talking as they neared her. She couldn't help but think if they were her soldiers they'd be facing disciplinary action for being so talkative on patrol instead of focusing on the task at hand.

T'nel hugged the hall as the pair of men wearing blasters on their hips walked by without seeing her. After they passed she waited until they were a good ways down the tunnel before moving. This time as she found the end of the tunnel at a T intersection her helmet face shield lit up showing her a partial map of the tunnels. "By the gods?" T'nel gasped. This had happened a few times before since she'd worn her power suit. The suits had memory and this map popping up indicated one of the former hosts to this suit had been in these same tunnels. "I don't suppose you know where the secret dungeon is?" she asked sarcastically. She then chuckled as a green arrow appeared on her heads up display indicating which way to go. "Well that makes things easier." she whispered to herself as she walked off to the left. That entity had to be Lunara. There were just too many coincidences for there not to be someone from a higher plane interfering.

T'nel followed the tunnels taking turns as indicated by the suit's indicator and avoiding patrols. Her suit was also pointing out security cameras located here and there in the tunnels as well. A short time later T'nel was standing in front of a stone wall where the suit's indicator directed her to go straight. Sure there was a passage to a hidden tunnel, but T'nel needed to know how to get through. "Okay suit, I don't suppose Lunara told you how to get through?"

Moments later T'nel was still standing there with no clue as how to get through without being noticed. She figured her blaster at full power could blow a pretty good sized hole in the secret door, but that would alert everyone someone was there.

T'nel just about jumped out of her skin as the passage then started opening on his own. Thinking quickly she jumped to the side as two men looked both ways and scooted off down the passage. T'nel jumped through the doorway before it closed then looked up softly saying "Thank-you Lunara."

T'nel tip toed down the tunnel following the arrow on her face shield. She made a turn seeing four guards sitting around a set of monitors with one the door she just snuck through and the other the inside of a cell showing Mae on the toilet.

T'nel couldn't risk calling Lucas to find out if these four were the only guards or if there were others around. T'nel snuck past the guards to the end of the passage where she could go left or right. The arrow was now gone telling her she was in the dungeon area, but she had no way of knowing which way to go to find Mae, then there was the sound of a toilet flushing to the right. T'nel trotted down the tunnel to find a pair of holding cells, one with her young human friend inside.

With Mae located T'nel returned to the guards on the watch. When she got back there were now five soldiers sitting and standing around the monitors. T'nel snuck up from behind them and before they could figure out what was going on or even sound an alarm she knocked them around and then knocked them out.

Time was now no longer on their side. Sooner or later the guards would be found, or someone would try and contact them. "Suit, cloak off." T'nel stated as she ran back down the passage while drawing the rifle blaster off her back and over her shoulder.

"Stand back." the taller woman ordered as she ran into Mae's view.

"What the.?" Mae gasped, happy to see T'nel alive and there.




Upstairs in the palace Glattus was none too happy. After giving one of the guards that untied him a brutal backhand he shouted "SOUND THE ALARM. WE HAVE AN INTRUDER. CONTACT THE SOLDIERS IN THE TUNNELS." To him it was clear whoever knocked him out and tied him up had gone down into the tunnels. But why? How did they get in? And how did they sneak up on him so easily?

"Yes sir." one of the guards answered and ran off. Technically these were General Carpenter's men, but under the circumstances they'd follow his orders. The guards could see he was fine when the girl left so someone else had to have tied up the prince.

As the wind now blew in through the open doors sending items in the room crashing to the floor, Glattus rubbed his sore head. The sounds of breaking glass from the winds blowing the doors around brought in the guards to investigate. Glattus though was more pissed than hurt. He might feel a little dizzy after the knock on his head, but that wouldn't stop him from finding whoever did it.

Glattus picked up the oil lamp, and followed by a pair of soldiers he entered the passage. With the crown almost on his head he wasn't about to let someone screw it up now. And with this passage left open he figured that's where they went and there was good reason to go after the intruder himself. General Carpenter's men were sure to report this now either way. Find the intruder or not he was now going to find himself in a room of the guard commander's choosing and have guards assigned to stay in the room with him, but he needed to find his attacker first. As Glattus made his way down the stairs he thought that at least with this storm Carpenter couldn't order he be placed on a shuttle and tossed into his brig until the morning after the moons align. But even so, staying in touch with his men would be near impossible now.



"We have to get out before an alarm is sounded." T'nel groaned in frustration as she trotted along behind Mae. T'nel blasted the lock on the cell door and they were off and running in seconds. Now the human teen was insistent on getting her sword back instead of leaving before anyone notices her missing.

The pair were invisible as Mae made the twists and turns to finally come to a stop in the right spot. "Are you sure we are in the right spot?" T'nel asked while rolling her eyes behind her face shield.

"Eidetic memory can come in handy." Mae chuckled back smugly as she pushed stones in the wall in the right sequence. She had watch Glattus intently as they walked from her cell and he opened the passage earlier. Her smugness wasn't so much aimed at T'nel as to Glattus' naivete about her gift. Mae wasn't going to leave for any reason without her sword. But musing about how pissed the bastard would be once he found out she was missing, and had accessed the hidden library as well, would be worth a good laugh later. And where he was so interested in Earth she had another mission in mind as well, destroy his star charts where Earth's location could be located if his scholars could decode the ancient writings.

"Make it quick." T'nel said as she looked up and down the tunnel when the secret door opened.

Mae and T'nel turned off their invisibility cloaks as they trotted down a short passageway leading to the library. Mae ran straight for her sword while pointing towards the pile of old dried out papers that were once the Sky Demons' star charts. "Grab those."

"We're here for your sword."

Mae jumped up and grabbed Glattus' trophy off the wall. "Those are star charts left behind by the Sky Demons. I'm sure Earth is in there. And with the way Glattus seemed interested in Earth I'm not about to leave him any way of finding Earth."

T'nel didn't have to think long. Where the Anteran civilization was hundreds of years more advanced technologically wise they could pose a danger to their Earth brethren if they perfected their warp jump technology. As T'nel gathered the fragile papers she looked over her shoulders as Mae gathered papers from another area. "Weapons plans." the teen quickly commented as she dropped them in the middle of the floor.

T'nel quickly picked up it was Mae's plan to destroy them rather than try and take them. As T'nel dropped the first stack of charts on the small pile she looked down to see something very recognizable, ancient O'tean print. T'nel quickly bent over and retrieved the odd paper as Mae dumped another load on the pile. The paper was very old and large portions were missing, but the O'tean language was undeniable. "This a schematic for a pulse cannon." The surprised O'tean warrior then spotted another paper sporting the O'tean markings.

"I thought we were in a hurry. From What Glattus said there were a lot of peoples that were put to work in the mines here. Maybe some were O'tean. Check the skulls." Mae said as she gathered more papers, not bothering to check if they were star charts or not. To her the fire would hopefully engulf everything in the room, but a good sized pile of dried out paper would get it going too fast for anyone to put it out.

"You just don't plan to keep them from finding Earth."

"I intend to slow down their progress so their society catches up with their technology." Mae stated as she put another stack of papers on the pile.

T'nel had now moved on to the skulls on display. With her scanners in her helmet she not only found an O'tean female, but skulls from three other species she knew. To T'nel it seemed the other groups of slaves had developed weapons to fight the Anunaki. Glattus' ancestors had stumbled upon materials they were not ready for and used that data not against the Anunnaki, but against their fellow humans. They used the knowledge to conquer this world, then the others. But wasn't destroying it all the same as interfering in their development? And their civil war?



"HOW? WHO?" Glattus yelled in frustration. He was sure to get heat from General Carpenter about having an undisclosed prisoner in a secret jail, but then again he was under no obligation to say anything and General Carpenter didn't ask.

Who could have gotten past patrolling guards unseen? Glatus had a very bad feeling as the answer popped into his head. There was another revered one. Another one had knocked him out and tied him up. Another one had freed his prisoner. But where were they now? That answer popped into his head quickly as well. "EVERYONE FOLLOW ME."

Glattus took off running as fast as his age would allow with nearly a dozen soldiers from his command and Carpenter's right behind him. Glattus raced to the library only to see the secret door left open and smoke pouring out. "SOUND THE ALARM. GET THAT FIRE OUT!" he screamed with desperation as it took four men to hold him back.

"I'LL KILL HER FOR THIS." he screamed as his family's source of success went up in flames. Star charts, weapons plans and faster space ships. Everything was lost. There were copies of some of the materials, but those regarding faster than light travel were all in this library.



"I want more power to the main pulse cannon." Z'lar barked into her intercom. They had caught up with the Swarm ship just as it attacked a space station instead of proceeding on to Antera. From the design the huge structure with nearly 100 humans aboard was for ship repair. The large spinning cylinder had a central opening big enough to hold any of the ships so far encountered.

"We're using 125% now ma'am." the flustered voice of the male engineer replied. In a society dominated by woman a man had to work twice as hard and be even smarter to make it. That's why when Sub Commander Ha'mara graduated at the top of the class T'nel had fought to get him assigned to her where he quickly rose to the position of chief engineer.

"Safety requirements always understate recommended power levels. Give me 150." Z'lar replied in a tone that said it was an order.

Fortunately for the humans they had knocked out the Swarm's ability to use transporters, or warp away. Z'lar had caught them off guard by using a drastic maneuver. Flying in at maximum speed then coming to a dead stop just a 1000 meters to port They fired several rounds of blaster fire before the Swarm ship could raise it's shields. The move caused structural damage to her own ship, but the payoff was seemingly worth it. Or at least it would be if they survived this battle. Z'lar had to destroy the ship before they repaired the transporter functions. If that happened the little beasts could overtake the station, forcing Z'lar to destroy the station in another move that could be perceived as an act of war.

The human station wasn't totally defenseless either. The Swarm ship was trapped in a cross fire between The Avenger and the human station with two dozen O'tean fighters zipping around the enemy. The human fire wouldn't cause much damage, but in this case every little bit was a big help in draining the Swarm's shields.

Sub Commander Gr'tart, the science officer, turned from her station to inform her commander "Shields are nearly depleted near their port warp field emitters."

That bit of news actually made Z'lar crack a smile. Once one section of shields were down the others would fall quickly. The enemy ship would move to keep that damaged area out of the line of fire, but being positioned between two attackers and a bevy of fighters that would be difficult. Instead Z'lar figured that they would turn that section towards the weaker combatant, the humans. Not that it would do them much good, Z'lar had a nasty surprise in store for the little beasts.

Large O'tean breasts bounced throughout the bridge as the Avenger was rocked by powerful blasts from the Swarm ship. It was quite clear the Swarm wanted the space station rather than to destroy it by the fact the station had only limited damage. Without shields the station should have been obliterated with just a few shots. Sparks erupted from an unused console to Z'lar's right. "Keep the pressure on. Have the fighters concentrate fire on the damaged section of shields and inform the humans to do the same." Z'lar ordered. Not that the fire from the human station would do much. At least not until the ship's shields failed.

Z'lar looked to her left at the nervous looking goddess hovering a few inches off the floor. Nova didn't much care for trusting her life to these blue skinned people. But she had an important part to play in this endeavor. "I'm not sure about this." the dark haired beauty whined. Back to her dark haired white skinned self the young goddess didn't like the idea of being used as bait.

"We need a few live ones for our scientists to study. They have a circuit in them that keeps our transporters from locking on to them." Z'lar calmly replied. If this Olympian was going to stow away on her ship then that Olympian was going to be put to work.

"Enemy ship is turning damaged section towards the human space station." Gr'tart reported as another powerful blast slammed the shields and rocked the ship setting naked boobs a bouncing once more. "Shield should fail any moment now."

Z'lar looked at Nova and gave the uneasy goddess a smile "Trust us, it will all work out as planned." After all she wasn't T'nel. With T'nel's plans there were always complications. And this plan was just too simple not to work.

"I still don't like it." Nova groaned, but a subspace conversation with Zeus got Z'lar's plan approval. Much to Nova's dislike.

"We need a few live ones and this seemed like the only way." Z'lar replied with a sick chuckle. She then pushed the communications button on her armrest and stated "Launch the shuttle."

"Shield section is down now." Gr'tart announced.

Z'lar stood from her seat to look the goddess in the eye. The blue commander then looked over her shoulder at the communications station. "Have the fighters knock out their weapons and their sub-light engines." She then looked back at Nova and in a calm even tone said "Just stay in that landing bay." That was for plan B. Hopefully that wouldn't be required.

Holding a subspace locator in her right hand the young goddess trembled. The small group of the Swarm on T'nel's ship was one thing. A ship holding thousands was another entirely.

Z'lar looked over at her science officer who replied "Shuttle is on the way. Fighters will provide cover until the Swarm ship's weapons are eliminated."

"Your on Nova." Z'lar stated.

Nova was a goddess and to run from this fight wasn't an option, especially when Zeus himself ordered her to do this. She held the small transmitter in her right fist to protect it as she started building up energy in her body. Z'lar stepped back as the goddess started glowing bright red and was giving off tremendous heat. Then in the blink of an eye she was gone.

Nova appeared on the empty landing bay, then they seemingly came from everywhere at once. The 150 foot long 50 foot wide room with a 40 foot high ceiling filled with hundreds of the creatures charging at her from all directions. Metal teeth bared as they flew or ran towards her.

Just as the first ones were about to grab hold of her Nova released all her built up energy in one massive fireball. The creatures closest to her were incinerated before they could utter a sound. The ones a little further away emitted horrifying screams as they were burnt to death and the ones even further away were left lying on the floor, dying with charred bodies. Burnt metal skeletons littered the floor near her feet as she started the process of building up another blast. Burn marks covered most of the walls, ceiling and floor. Out in the open her power wouldn't be as effective, but in the confined space of a ship it could be devastating.

Nova searched with her mind as her energy built, feeling the now more cautious creatures just outside the room. She was the bait. The O'tean scientists wanted a few live Swarm members for study and it was her job to get them. The red hot goddess' eyes shot open and she quickly turned to the right as a dozen of the creatures charged at her. As the got close she again unleashed a massive fire ball.

The hook was now set as another dozen charged in from behind her as their comrades were burnt to a crisp. It took time for Nova to build up power for one of her blasts, and the beasties had figured that out quickly as expected. Nova turned to face them with a determined expression.

Nova couldn't flee on her own, as soon as she appeared on the ship her ability to transport herself was hampered. Her life was now in the hands of the O'teans. She didn't like it, but it was what Zeus ordered. In war there needed the be sacrifices and risks taken. Nova hoped this was just a risk and not the sacrifice.

Nova placed the small transmitter in her mouth for safe keeping and to free her hand. As the creatures jumped her, draining her power, slashing her clothes and scratching her creamy white skin Nova pulled them off one by one. Using her strength she ripped their heads off one by one. But that didn't last long as more and more joined the fight and overwhelmed her.

The naked 5'6" 125 pound powerless goddess fell to the floor under the onslaught. She was helpless as the creatures drained her strength and rolled her onto her back. Nova struggled feebly and spit the seemingly useless transmitter out of her mouth. If plan A had worked, she and the beasties on her would have been transported into a special holding area on the Avenger. Now it had to be plan B or she would be impregnated by the creatures.

Nova tried desperately to wriggle free, feeling her strength being drained away. First her power to transport herself was gone as soon as she appeared. Next her other powers were blocked somehow when the creatures grabbed hold of her and now finally her physical strength was being neutralized by the creatures.

Nova's perfectly shaped large breasts wobbled as she struggled to free herself, a sight lost on gruesome little creatures focused on one task. Her 36D-24-35 body was wasted on the creatures that only considered her an incubator for their young.

"HHEEELLLPPP!" she screamed in desperation fearing the O'teans had abandoned her to a fate worse than death. The creatures had her on her back with her legs spread and her arms out to the sides. Several of the beasts drained her strength as they sat on each of her limbs.

Nova trembled in terror as she looked down between her legs to see one of the creatures giving her a toothy metallic smile as he approached her with his impossibly big erection. How could a creature 3 foot tall have a cock a third that size? Who would design a creature like this as a weapon and give it a cock that size?

"No .no .no." cried out as she uselessly doubled her efforts to free herself, but she was too physically weak now. The creatures on her arms and legs didn't even have to hold on with her feeble struggling. "Please no." she sobbed as the creature grabbed onto her upper thighs and pressed his cockhead to her pussy.

Nova gave one last effort to keep them at bay until hope arrived, if it arrived. She desperately bucked her hips in an effort to keep the creature from entering her. Her efforts though were too weak and as soon as she started the creature dug his claws into her skin causing her to stop for a moment as he drew trickles of blood.

"NNNNAAARRRGGGG." Nova's back arched for a moment, then she collapsed on the floor, helpless to stop them from raping her. The searing pain from the beast ramming his entire cock into her twat was something she'd never felt before. As a goddess pain was felt, but it was much lower than for a lesser life form such as a human or even an O'tean.

Tears streaked her cheeks and her breasts wobbled with the creature's rhythm. Through gritted teeth the goddess grunted with each hard painful thrust. "UHH ..UHH ..UHH."

A loud explosion behind her made Nova crane her neck to look, as did the creatures. The creature raping her kept pumping away frantically and the ones on her limbs held their positions while others poured into the landing bay to greet the dozen O'tean warriors wearing space battle armor that ran in with blasters firing.

"HHHEEELLLPPP!" Nova screamed desperately hoping she could be rescued before the beast raping her came inside her. Nova watched through tear filled eyes as Swarm bodies fell dead or just stunned on the floor and more O'tean warriors rushed in carrying specially made containers similar to a dog carrier but made of a special light weight metal alloy that was the strongest than steel. Another Warrior tailed behind, leaving a special package just inside the landing bay.

A few O'teans stayed by the opening as the others rushed forward. Plan B had to be executed with great haste as the ship held over 10,000 of the creatures and lots more would be responding. A few of the stunned creatures were stuffed into the containers and hastily place in the shuttle while a group of warriors fought their way towards the helpless goddess, one of them carrying another container.

Science Officer Gr'tart was scared to death as she carried the last carrier towards Nova. As the space commandos fought off the beasts she kept low. Her going this far wasn't part of the plan, but she had some questions of her own and she saw her opportunity to get them. Like how do the Swarm decide which members gets to reproduce. They work as a team in the endeavor, but how do the choose which does which job? To that end she wanted the one raping Nova. She wanted him uninjured and un-stunned. Stunning him might have an effect on his mind, if he had a mind, and she wanted to study one of them in as pure a form as she could get.

"COVER ME." She ordered as the creatures holding Nova down now reacted as the O'teans neared. "AND I WANT THAT ONE UNTOUCHED." she screamed while pointing at the rapist.

With the ones holding her down jumping off, Nova felt her physical strength returning. She closed her legs tightly around the beast inside her, holding him in place. She rolled over on to her knees and grabbed the beast around the neck, fully intending to rip the damn thing's head off.

"NO NOVA. I NEED THAT ONE." Gr'tart yelled as she dropped to her knees in front of the goddess. She was soon distracted though as one of the beasts jumped on her back and clamped it's jaws onto her right shoulder. "AAARRRGGG." the O'tean screamed as she nearly fell over backwards. She gave a gasp of relief as one of the commandos blasted the damn thing, but her space armor now had a gaping hole and blood was already draining down her back.

Nova meantime pulled the beast free from her pussy and held it by the throat as it slashed at her arms with razor sharp claws. With just one of the creatures in contact with her skin her power was coming back quickly, but not that quickly. Blood ran down her arms as the creature fought to free itself.

Nova controlled her anger long enough to work with Gr'tart. The held the savage creatures wrists and neck as it used it's wings and feet to try and free itself. But in a few moments, and the loss of a lot of blood from both women, the wild beast was stuffed into a container.

Nova and Gr'tart had to be helped to the shuttle under cover fire from the O'tean commandos. Once they were inside and the last commandos backed in, the shuttle hatch was closed and the shuttle's engines fired. Nova and Gr'tart were helped into seats near the doctor who was just pulling a blanked over the bloody body of one of the commandos lying on the floor. There was another next to her. The mission was a success so far, but not without cost. Two O'teans had given their lives to help their scientists get information that might help save the galaxy.

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