BEWARE THE SWARM - Part 2

By Snakeman


"LET ME OUT. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME. I AM A MEMBER OF THE ROYAL FAMILY AND YOU WILL ALL PAY FOR YOUR LIVES FOR THIS OUTRAGE." Princess Sara stood at the bars of her holding cell and screamed bloody murder. How dare they kidnap her and place her on a spaceship heading for a planet on the rebel side of the conflict.

It had been two days since the deaths of her father and brothers. Two days since her uncle initiated a coup and raped her. Two days since she escaped and fell into the hands of some true scum. They had tricked her by telling her they would help her get out of the capital and to safety. Instead they coerced her into sex then sedated her, shooting her in the ass with a dart after she had been cleaned up and dressed again.

The drug left her helpless, but awake. She had been stuffed into a secret storage space in the floor of a small truck and driven through the road blocks. In her mind she wondered how many times they had done this to others. In her mind they were too good at what they did for it to have been their first time. Who has a truck with a hidden place just big enough to stuff a woman onto? And just how did they get her into the hands of a smuggler and off the planet so fast? In her mind they'd done this before, and a lot more than once.

The truck delivered her to the space port in Shoman City, one of three space ports on Antera, and into the hands of Alexander Gratis. The 45 year old dashing man was well know as a smuggler. He was so good at it that everyone suspected him, but nothing could ever be proven.

"I MEAN IT. I WILL HAVE ALL YOUR HEADS." Sara yelled at the door out into the hallway. The ship's small brig area had just two cells. The one she was in and the empty one across from her. By the time the drug had worn off she had already been loaded onto the ship and in space.

She had no idea if there was anybody standing guard outside the door, but she was more than pissed off. The cell was just an 8x10 foot area with a cot, a toilet and a sink. The cot having no blankets or sheets and instead of a mattress it was made in woven leather straps. All that was infuriating enough, but the cameras on the ceiling outside the cells looking in is what had her going over the edge. How was a woman to do her business while being watched? And then there was the fact she was wearing a body suit which needed to be removed before using the toilet.

"I MEAN IT CAPTAIN GRATIS. I WANT TO TALK WITH YOU AND I WANT TO TALK WITH YOU NOW." Since she had been put in this cell the only person she had seen was the man bringing her food. He wouldn't so much as say hello or good morning to her and she wanted answers. Like why were they taking her off world rather than just give her to her uncle for a reward?

In the cockpit area of the old battle cruiser turned into a freighter, Titus Paris sat in the co-pilot seat with the view of the brig on the screen between him and one of his oldest friends. The big man standing a good 6'6" chuckled in his low rumbling voice as their guest gripped the bars of her cell and tried again to shake them loose. "You know, those big boobs of hers bounce nice when she does that." he joked.

"Mind on the controls please.We still have to get past the rest of the fleet." Captain Alexander Gratis calmly replied as his eyes never left the control readout screen. Al as Titus called him had basically adopted Titus when the younger man was orphaned as a child, that was nearly 20 years ago. And in that time the only topic of conversation off the table was about Alexander's family and especially about his father.

"You going let her yell and scream the whole trip or are you going to talk to her?"

"Turn off the sound and you won't hear her.Just enjoy the view." Al replied in his normal stoic way. The man could be on the run from three battle cruisers firing missiles at him and not break a sweat. To Titus he was not jut a father figure, but an idol. And he had had several articles written about him over the years. Young women throughout the empire dreamed of the rogue whisking them away.

"She already knows who we are. Not telling her something isn't going to help.At least she might stop screaming and her voice will be intact when we make delivery." Titus said laughingly as his eyes never left the screen. She wasn't his type being so tall, he preferred his girls to be petite except for the frontal region, but since he'd never poked a princess he was fantasizing big time.

"You go talk to her if you want...Hell, while your there ask her for a blow job or to show you her tits." Al calmly replied. Most people wouldn't be able to know if Al was serious or not, but Titus had known Al most of his life. He knew Al was joking.

The big man sighed and rolled his eyes as he turned his head to the right and give Al the look. "I would, but they want her unharmed..And I doubt your ears could handle her screams if she had to deal with me." Titus growled. "And she's calling you by name."

Al sighed as he checked the computer readouts, Titus was supposedly big but he was sure the part about the princess screaming that loud was pure exaggeration. Checking the screen again he saw there was more than enough time before a course correction would need to be made. His ship was specially modified by Titus and himself with the aid of a few tech wizards that hated the whole caste system. The Red Wholl, A Red Wholl being a top predator on the planet Audra, as she was called was now faster than any military ship due to being able to use more of the engine's power with most of the weapons removed and the reduced number of crew on board. The captain pushed his chair back from his control station seeing the big smile on his partner's face. "Shut up."

"Not saying a word." Titus chuckled back, then did a poor job of removing the smile from his face as Al stood up.

"I REALLY MEAN IT.I WILL HAVE YOU ALL CASTRA." Princess Sara stopped her screaming as the door to the brig area started to slide open to the right. She released her grip on the bars and stepped back slightly while holding a hateful stare.

"I hope your.."

"BITE ME YOU PIRATE." Sara screamed at him. His charming nature wasn't going to work on her. Even as he stepped into the room and the door closed behind him it infuriated her that he was calm and relaxed as if he were out for an evening stroll.

With his hands folded behind his back Al walked up in front of the cell with a slight grin. He stopped just out of reach should the angry princess try and grab him through the bars, not that she could do much even if she did get hold of him. "If your trying to pierce our eardrums it won't work. We can just turn the volume down."

Sara's blood was at it's boiling point as she tried to stare down the bastard. "I will get word out. And you will pay for this."

"Maybe.But we all have parts to play." Al said calmly. This was a big risk, but for him there was no way out. He couldn't even tell Princess Sara one of the main reasons he'd been so successful was that he had done special jobs for her father. All he could do at the moment was transport her and wait to be contacted when it was time to rescue her. It was a thin line he walked helping both sides, but it was very profitable. And though he was making a lot of money off the war he had no desire to see it continue much longer, or see the increase in deaths Prince Glattus' reign would bring. But if things worked out just right Glattus would be blind sided.

"My part will see you die in agony." Sara growled back at him. She continued to try and stare down the man with ice water in his veins. How dare he do this to her? How dare he leave her in a cell like this all alone for days? And how dare he have a camera on her when she needed to do her most private things?

"Perhaps Princess, but for now your part is on Audra where you have been bought and paid for." Al calmly told her. "I have no choice but to fulfill my contract."

"CONTRACT?...ARE YOU CRAZY? I'M A DAUGHTER OF THE HIGHEST HOUSE. YOU CAN'T SELL ME INTO SLAVERY." Sara stepped back up to the bars and held onto them with extreme anger on her face. She was no one's slave, slaves were servants and she served no one.

"I did not sell you. I'm just the delivery man. Your master will be waiting for you when we arrive later today. I will have one sheet delivered to you, how you use it is up to you." Al calmly said before turning and walking out, leaving a fuming princess behind. He had his reasons for doing what he was doing and not all of it was about money now. Delivering Princess Sara would put his life on the line, but the payoff was going to be more than worth it.

"DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE. I HAVEN'T DISMISSED YOU." Al was actually smiling as the door closed behind him. He had an idea the sheet wouldn't be used on her bed. Given her nature he was betting it would be tied to the bars to block the cameras from seeing in. He would have given it to her early but the princess needed an attitude adjustment before being introduced to her master.

Al turned to the guard standing just outside the door and said "Give her one to sheet, a bar of soap, a hair brush, a wash cloth and a hand towel." He had a feeling her vanity wouldn't allow her to smell ripe when meeting her master later. He had a feeling she'd want to look as best she could and would resist being treated as a slave. Her whole life she had been the one served, she wouldn't take on the duties of a slave easily. But she would.





Mae sat at the far end of the table in the conference room watching and listening as T'nel got the latest reports from her staff. Mae found it amusing that with the Olympians on the shuttle and of the ship T'nel was now naked as the rest of her crew again. Engineering had already reported the ship wouldn't be able to go anywhere on it's own, the engines would need to be completely rebuilt. That meant main power would also not be restored and there was only back up power for three days. Two engineers also examined the test craft finding an odd combination of technology. The ship had crystals to regulate power flow for the engines, but still used old semiconductor technology everywhere else. The fighter commander reported her fighters were ready to protect the ship if need be. Four fighters would remain in space at all times to be ready to respond to any threat. Communications, weapons and security have also already given their reports. Security reporting the ship was clear of The Swarm. The bodies of 227 were pulled from the ship's ventilation system and no more had been found as of yet, but security would remain on patrol until a rescue ship came after them and everyone was off the ship.

The ship's doctor then went over the data she had on the Swarm bodies. How each is seemingly born preprogrammed to function as a member of the group. Their brains were both biological and part computer. Each also had a small sub-space disrupter circuit in their body which would have a cumulative effect. The more there were the stronger the field would be and the further it would extend. With their preferred prey being powerful being like the Olympians the result would mean the prey couldn't escape by transporting away.

Mae found it strange every O'tean had white hair and on their heads only. T'nel had explained that black hair was bred out of their species. In ancient times dark hair was a sign of evil and many with dark hair were burned as witches and demons.

As Mae listened to Doctor M'char's report she wondered how old the 6'7" woman was. Except for the blue skin she still looked like a woman in her early 20s. Mae knew the was deceiving with O'teans.

"My staff has finished the abortions on the crew members attacked by the Swarm. Our species isn't capable of serving their needs. My patients would have died during birth." The face the doctor made while making that statement let Mae know she was uncomfortable. From talking with T'nel over the last few days Mae understood O'teans, even though they were a warrior race, had a great respect for life and abortion was illegal in their territory. But given the nature of the life forms inside her crew members T'nel made a command decision. It also seemed the race was a bit desperate to find those it could use when they impregnated O'teans. The Swarm needed those with long life cycles to increase their numbers. They needed more advanced life forms to feed on and use.

"Our other human guest is healing nicely and later today I will awaken her." The doctor then reported. With Mae and T'nel constantly checking in on the situation there was no need to go into further detail. A human so far from Earth and with technology too advanced was a major mystery that had a lot of them interested.

"And on that topic?" T'nel said as she turned to her science officer. "Have you determined her starting point?" With main power out Gr'tart was doing her investigation the hard way. With limited computer access she was using the ship's library and the old sky charts stored there in her investigation.

The small O'tean, she was only about 5'9", stood up and grabbed the rolled up paper sitting on the table next to her. "I can't give a definitive planet, but I think I have a general area." she reported as she started to open up what looked to be a star map.

Everyone stood and leaned over the big table to get a look as she flattened out the approximately 3x5 foot paper. Others held down the corners, interested in just where the stranger may have come from. To Mae it seemed O'teans were a very curious people as everyone studied the chart.

"We are here." Gr'tart stated as her finger fell near the end of one of the spiral arms of a galaxy. The maps showed an image of a spiral galaxy with printing and arrows to specific stars. There was also boxed in areas that wondered about. Later T'nel would explain those were empires by treaty, groups of star systems in the control of certain species.

"And where did she come from?" T'nel asked as she eyed the chart and visualizing the expected line.

Gr'tart pointed to a group of stars at the very end of the arm. "One of these few stars here. Out past several blue stars, red dwarfs and neutron stars." she replied. Without a more detailed analysis it was as best she could do. Or was it?

T'nel saw a hint of confusion on her science office's face and asked "There is more?"

"This is an area the O'tean Science Academy had under observation for years. If someone is out there with this level of technology there should be some records." the young officer replied with a concerned expression.

T'nel on the other hand was having a strong feeling of déjà vu. Was this Earth all over again? Could this be another world top officials were keeping secret for some unknown reason? And with the main computer on limited use due to being on back up power and long range communications out then she couldn't access top secret files. But maybe there was another way.

Gr'tart then added "We are also now picking up old audio and video transmissions. Being this close we are able to pick these signals up over the static. I have someone starting to analyze the signals now."

T'nel squinted, looking at the map as she though things through. "J'sel."

"Yes commander." the communications officer replied, ready for whatever her commander wanted her to do.

"I want you to adjust the shuttle's transmitter for a tight beam transmission." T'nel replied. A focused transmission would give it a longer range. It wouldn't be strong enough to reach O'tea or any of their allies, but if a friend was where he was suspected to be then his assistance would be welcome.

"Yes ma'am, but a focused transmission won't be strong enough to reach home."

"We are not calling home." T'nel replied as she stood up straight and headed for the door, signaling the end of the meeting.

A very curious Earth girl was hot on T'nel's heels wondering just what T'nel had in mind. "Who are you calling?" Mae asked as she caught up to the fast walking taller woman. Mae could see a hint of anger on her face as she took a turn to head for the captain's quarters.

"An old friend. A scoundrel and smuggler. If we are lucky Captain Lucas Matrel is near the mines on Castra 3." T'nel replied as she kept pace. The adjustments would take moments and T'nel would make the call from the privacy of her quarters.

"What mines? What is Castra 3?" Mae asked as the doors to T'nel's quarters opened and they quickly entered.

T'nel went straight to her desk and sat at her computer terminal. It wasn't of much use at the moment, but it would do for what she had in mind. She looked at Mae's confused face and sighed. "That special friend I told you about was his father."

"Oh..Ohhh"

"It's not anything like that. It's he's wanted to face charges by my people." T'nel answered. A sense of duty was strong in her people, but there are cases where other duties can over rule a duty to one's people.

"Is he your.."

"Son?..no." T'nel quickly answered. "His people are long lived. He's actually older than I am." T'nel answered in an almost somber tone. Lucas was one of the last of his people. He and his father were off world when The Swarm attacked.

"Captain..Adjustments ready." the call came over the communications link on T'nel's desk.

"I'll tell you more later." T'nel said to Mae before hitting a button on the desk and replying "Have controls transferred to this station." T'nel turned off the button and turned her focus to her computer screen.

"Transferring now."

T'nel started typing in her commands. The transmission would use a special code she knew, but no one else on the ship would. Her coded message would be sent to the shuttle holding the Olympians then resent on to the area of Castra 3.

T'nel pressed the record button and began to speak. Her message would only be verbal and one way. If Lucas got the message he'd be there quickly, or as fast as he could. "Lucas, my ship is disabled and I could use your help with a mystery. I am sending you our location and the area of our mystery. I could use your help." Repeating she needed help was a coded message that she also had use of his empathic abilities. Something at the time she didn't want to say out loud. To her things weren't adding up.

After hitting the button that would transmit her message and repeat it over and over T'nel grinned at Mae. "If anyone knows who is out there he will. He and his father have been in just about every corner of the galaxy." Her people and others may be hiding something but there were those not under the control of any government.

"So just how old.."

"Captain to the bridge..Two ships approaching at low warp speed."

"Now what?" T'nel grunted as she raced out the door, Mae on her heels.


"What do we have?" T'nel asked as she raced onto the bridge and took her seat. The main power was still out, but band aids had been put in place and were still being made. A few pulse cannons could now fire a few shots each and some shielding would soon be operational. But the ship was still no where near being able to put up a fight with a ship from an advanced culture. And it would be T'nel's duty to destroy the ship rather than let it fall into enemy hands or those of a primitive people.

"Two ships at low warp on the edge of scanner range coming from the same area as our guest in sick bay." Science officer Gr'tart reported.

"Seems her people have come for her." T'nel stated as she studied the readouts on the screen at her seat. Hopefully the girl could be returned without incident. She was still asleep and hadn't seen anything. If she could be put in a shuttle and brought to one of the ships the contamination issue would be ended. No technological data that could aid them would be given to them.

"Two more ships right behind them coming into scanner range now Commander." Gr'tart added masking T'nel lean forward deep in thought.

T'nel didn't like it. Two ships chasing after a primitive ship was reasonable. But four seemed excessive. As the readings came up on her screen she liked it less and less. The ships were also extremely primitive. They didn't even have artificial gravity, instead the ships were a rotating cylinder around a central control hub. If these were that girl's people the technology to build a that test ship should still be long off. At least a hundred tears away.

T'nel frowned as she though things through. "Launch half our fighters. Have them assume positions between us and them. Use fighter shields to block them if need be." With ships that primitive the shields the fighters have should be more than able to handle the best those ships could throw at them. The Tomora's shields on the other hand were not of much use at the moment and it was better to deal from a position of strength when dealing with the unknown. And then there was always the risk the commander of those ships could want technology improvements more than the girl.

T'nel also noticed that with the speed of the ships it would be a while before she would actually be needed. With everything set as she saw it she stood up and announced "I will be checking on our guest in sick bay."




Princess Anara felt a bit miffed Gaius wanted nothing to do with this, but then his sense of honor was one of the things she loved about him and what she was about to do was about as dishonorable as it could get. In the last two days she had taken a squad of volunteers, including a guard that was a few days before going to be fired and a few of his friends, through the ancient tunnels through the mountains and had snuck into the City of Boarshire in the ancient capital of Gor where her uncle and cousins lived. If her plan to hurt her uncle was going to work this would need to be that day. To have the best chance for success all three would need to fall at the same time. It wasn't something she would enjoy, but it had to be done in her mind.

Anara had cut her hair into a bob that barely covered her ears and colored it jet black, and the hair was just long enough to cover her ear piece. Her blue eyes were hidden with brown contacts, she wore slutty make-up and temporary tattoos covered her arms. She was wearing a borrowed pair of extremely short shorts that had half her backside hanging out and an extremely tight cotton pullover with no bra in an effort to look as slutty as possible. Her areolas on her D-cup breasts made clearly visible outlines in the stretched material.

This was spa day for her cousins and when they'd be most vulnerable. In happier days past when Anara and her sisters would spend a week or two visiting spa day was a luxury that went with power and wealth to them. Even at a time like this Anara knew the self centered trio wouldn't let it stop themselves from a self indulgence.

Anara stood behind the counter with the regular girl, posing as a trainee. Three female palace guards were also inside posing as workers. The few regular employees were helping in order to save their own skins. The girls were coming with a half dozen female guards, their father wouldn't trust them with male guards. Anara had another twelve heavily armed men in position outside and ready to run in if need be and lay down cover fire for the escape and then there was the extra help and supplies Anara had brought along to do this job. The employees were told they would be killed in the cross fire should they not cooperate. Not that Anara would actually allow that to happen, but the spa staff had no way of knowing that and in her disguise they had no idea who she really was.

Anara stood relaxed as she could be at the moment as two of her cousin's bodyguards walked in through the front doors first. Spa day for her cousins involved shutting down the business for the first part of the day so they would be the only customers inside and limit any security threat. But Anara knew their exact routine. The shades for the windows and doors would be drawn to give the princesses privacy from prying eyes and photographers working for the press. Shampoo, hair cuts, nails and facials would be followed up by a relaxing massage.

First four guards would stay outside in the transport with the girls while two others search the spa making sure there is no threat, weapons or even a male in sight. Next the girls would be brought in leaving two guards blocking the front door. Two of the remaining four would then go stand outside the back door leaving just two inside. The two inside would need to be distracted and taken down. All of the guards had ear pieces to stay in contact with on another and the group commander with someone back at the palace. For this to work it had to be under the noses of their security detail, for the most part. Anara figured once everything was just right the guards could be taken down and have enough time to finish the job and get away before more help arrived. The contact at the palace would notify local police and help would be there rather quickly but plans were made for that as well.

Anara stood to the side observing the greeter do her thing and making sure no warnings were given. After the place had been searched the two inside guards followed the girls into the locker room area. "Remember, one false move and.." Anara whispered at the frightened 28 year old in slacks and a floral print button down blouse.

A short time later the three young women were in chairs laid back getting their hair washed. They were wearing just their under garments under a spa supplied long white cotton robe. Anara stood behind the counter and behind one of the guards watch and waiting.

Aphrodite was the oldest sister. Half a year older than Anara, the petite blonde was the tallest of the three but stood just 5'4". Her hair was trendy being cut to shoulder length and her tits were also bigger than her sisters. Her C-cups on her tiny 105 pound body looked bigger though.

Helen, one of the paternal twins, had her blonde hair very short almost like a boy. The 18 year old was an inch shorter than her older sister and weighed in at just 98 pounds soaking wet. With her B-cup breasts she cut quite a figure.

Mary, the other twin, was the smallest in every regard. At a little over 5 feet tall the A-cup blonde was also very thin. The 85 pound girl looked young for her age with an angelic face. She would normally wear her hair in braided pigtails and those who didn't know her would swear she was years younger than her twin.

Princess Anara bided her time waiting for the right time to act. The commander of the guards on duty would position herself differently each visit. This time she was standing outside the front door so she and the guard with her would be the last to be taken down.

A special sedative had been added to the shampoo and would take a short time to take effect. It wouldn't put the girls out, but instead make their arm and leg muscles weak and rubbery. Princess Anara wanted her cousins awake and aware of everything, yet helpless to stop what was happening. Just like Sara was.

Under the watch of one of Anara's guards three massage tables had been brought out into the main area and set up, but today there would be no massage. To maximize the security the three girls would be kept together at all times, this Anara knew.

By the time the drugs started to take effect the three girls were getting their nails done. "All clear." the guard standing just in front of the counter said as she touched her ear piece. They would check in every five minutes or so and wouldn't talk otherwise, there efforts were to be spent protecting the princesses not engaging in idle chatter, that Anara would use to her benefit.

"Wait." the other inside guard said with a concerned sounding tone as she started to notice all three girls were having trouble holding their heads up. But before the guard in front of Anara could press her ear piece and alert the commander outside Anara had turned the stone on the ring on her right hand and dove over the counter, using the now revealed pin to stick the back of the guard's neck.

One of Anara's guards did the same to the woman sounding the alarm, both falling instantly thanks to the powerful neuro-inhibitor. They would stay awake, but would be helpless to help and would end up with a mean headache. They would just lay on the floor as they failed at their jobs. Anara jumped to her feet and hit her ear piece. "We're on."

With in a minute the guards out back were taken out by snipers using the same drug. "Hurry up." Princess Anara snapped as over a dozen men and women most of whom were wearing their version of Kevlar body armor rushed in through the back door carrying the needed equipment, three of the men wearing hoods that hid their faces. Time was of the essence now. The guards out front wouldn't be dealt with until they tried to contact the other guards, the palace or tried to enter the shop.

"Hurry up." Anara said through gritted teeth as one of the women pulled out a camcorder and handed Princess Anara a hand held microphone.

In the next two minutes Anara's three cousins were helpless to do anything but give whimpering protests as they were stripped of their robes, bras and panties. While that was going on the three men in hoods had stripped from the waist down and were standing next to a young blonde guard that had drawn the short straw. Her job was to use her hands and mouth to get the three professional porn stars hard and ready. When the tallest of the three, he was a good 6 feet tall, was discovered moonlighting by doing porn when not on duty he was to be fired from his job as a palace guard. But after the assassinations Anara had another idea on what to do with him and instead had him bring a pair of his porn friends along as well. The hoods would hide their identities. Should Glattus win their lives would be forfeited if they were found out. The risk was high for them, but how often does a porn stud get to bang a royal princess?

The Camera was aimed at Princess Anara and she held up the microphone in front of her face. "Hello, sorry for the disguise. But for those who don't recognize me I am Princess Anara. But don't worry, my own cousins didn't recognize me."

Anara had a smile of satisfaction on her face as the camera woman panned over to the sight of three young blonde women bent side by side over a massage table, too weak to hold their own heads up there was no reason to even tie them down. All that was needed was a couple of guys standing behind them to make sure they didn't fall off. Anara walked into view with a big smile and held the microphone back up to her face. "Let me introduce you at home. These are my cousins and daughters of Prince Glattus.You know, the bastard that killed my parents and brothers, then raped my sister." she said angrily. There was no proof of the murders at the moment, but then again with what she was about to do it wouldn't matter. Her punishment would be severe if she was captured anyway and if she was successful in getting Stara on the throne there would be no punishment at all.

Princess Anara's face became cold and hard as she stared into the camera. "For those at home who don't know yet, my uncle can not father more children so the hopes of his line should he succeed were pinned on my three cousins. But his plan there will now end." she said with a snarl. As she spoke the three porn studs walked into view behind the three helpless princesses. All three men sporting erections nearly a foot long. Anara wanted to do the deed herself, but someone raised the question of weather being fucked by a dildo really constitutes as Being Known by a Man as the wording in the Laws of Succession state.

Starting on the left, Princess Anara grabbed a fistful of blonde lock and raised her cousin's head so the camera could get a shot of her terrified face. "How you doing Mary?" Anara asked sarcastically.

Anara's face suddenly became concerned as she dropped Mary's head and her hand went to her ear piece. After a moment she looked back at the camera and stated "Looks like we have to hurry now." She then introduced Mary's twin sister Helen and then Aphrodite the same way Mary was introduced.

"On the count of three." Princess Anara stated as the man behind each princess grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled the head of their target up showing their fear filled and tear streaked faces. "Three.Two.One.Now."

"nnnmmmppphhh." Anara stared angrily at her cousins as all three let out whimpering outbursts at the same time. "nooo, nooo." Aphrodite cried.

Anara leaned over her whimpering cousins as the camera woman held the camera up over them to look down and show all three princesses were definitely being fucked. But to everyone's surprise with little Mary there was no blood. Anara brought the microphone to her face and in almost a giddy and smug tone said "Looks like you and Mary have something to talk about Uncle Glattus."

"ummpphh..ummmmppphhh..ummmpphhh." the three girls grunted as the air was forced out of their lungs. Gun fire could be heard outside, not much but more like a cop or two wandered into the perimeter. But Anara knew they had to move quickly. Yet there was still something else that had to be done in sending a massage to her uncle and the entire empire.

"On the count of three boys." Anara stated as she and the camera woman stepped back so the camera could get a view of all three princess. "One.Two.Three." When she reached three the porn actors hooked their arms around the elbows of the girls they were feverously fucking and pulled them more upright to give the camera and everyone that would see the tape a view of all three royals' tits.

"Now hurry up boys, we need to get going." Stata stated before dropping the microphone with a disgusted look on her face. If there was another way to do this she would have liked to know rather than look like bitch to the world.

The camera watched the bouncing boobies as the microphone on the floor heard the sound of slapping flesh and gun fire in the background. There were more guns now, but it still sounded like the guards outside were just dealing with cops. Anara had ordered her men to only kill if need be. Either to protect themselves or her and the others inside. Her job was to make her cousins unfit to wear the crown, not to kill hard working police officers just doing their jobs. To that end her men were shooting more to keep the police at bay and away.

Anara was off to the side putting on her body armor as the porn stars finished the job. The princesses sobbed more as the drug used on them started to wear off. It would fully wear off in less than an hour. But until then they wouldn't be able to do much. After the men came the girls would be left nearly helpless on the floor. They would be found naked by who knew how many rescuers.

The first to finish was the one fucking Aphrodite. The man released her arms one by one and crossed his across her chest, taking a firm grip of her nice sized C-cup tits. Aphrodite's shoulder length blonde hair blocked the view of her anguished face as the man froze and gripped her tits hard. After a few jerks and grunts he gently helped her to the floor and left her on her back and brushing the hair from her face. Her big tits rising and falling with each deep breath.

Little Mary soon followed. The tiny girl's feet weren't even on the floor. They swung inertly with each of her rapist's thrusts. The 6 foot tall 215 pound man held the 85 pound girl against him with one hand on her stomach and the other on her chest. Her tiny tits jiggled as he bounced her on his monster cock. He had brushed her hair over to one side so the camera could see the anguish on her face. Tears streaked her red grimacing face as he stiffened and filled her young womb with what seemed to her like a gallon of cum. He then placed her next to her sister and on her back with her face showing.

The man fucking Helen wanted to be different. He laid Helen down on the floor with her sisters. She however was place such that her head was between those of her sisters. The hooded man then stood over her and feverishly stroked himself as he brushed the hair from her face. He groaned loudly, then shot huge streams of his hot sticky goo all over her face and the faces of her sisters.

As the porn stars hastily dressed the camera woman got a few minutes of footage showing the three sisters, their chests rising and falling and their freshly glazed faces. The images of cum dripping into their slightly open mouths as they gasped for air and the bewildered look on their faces would be an extra.

"Come on." Anara called out as under the cover fire of her people outside they escaped through the back door before more help could arrive. Up to now everything had gone according to plan. They had ruined her three cousins before more than just a handful of police could respond. Now they needed to get to the man hole in the back alley to make their escape. And then get out of the city and to a loyalist controlled sector without being caught.



A short time later a messenger knelt on one knee with head bowed delivering the news, fearing for his life. Glattus fumed as he paced back and forth in front of the throne. This was getting worse and worse. Cities across the star systems, including an area near the railroad track in the capital city, were on fire as troops loyal to his nieces fought his troops and fought rebel troops at the same time.

He had the advantage on gaining the throne by holding the palace, but the longer it took him to legally wear the crown the more would be lost. Rebel forces were quick to regain territory lost with the empire's troops busy fighting each other. And as long as his nieces were free they would be a rallying point. Troops loyal to his brother and the girls would fight to the death to protect them.

Glattus clenched his jaw as he looked down at the trembling lad. Had managed to control his temper thus far as he needed as many men on his side as he could get. His command was a portion of the star fleet. Here on the ground his power was coming from high ranking military friends and lords that also disagreed with his father's and brother's plans to bring peace by giving concessions to the rebels.

To Glattus that was treason. It had taken generations for their family to bring the star systems under one rule and to give up that power and control was against every thing their ancestors had done. It was bad enough when their father had decided to negotiate. Glattus had arranged his father's heart attack in hopes his older brother would be less hard headed. But dear older brother was even worse, so now years later the opportunity to correct things had finally arrived.

Glattus looked down at the trembling lad that drew the short straw and spoke. "You send out a message. I want Princess Anara found. The reward for the troops that find her are they can use her. I don't care if it's a squad or a battalion." Anara would pay for what she has done. "But her ass is to stay untouched, that I will take. The men are to rape her severely every other way and then what is left of her is to be brought to me.Now go."

"Yes my lord." the young soldier replied then hastily exited while he still had his head.




"OOSH TA KA!...OOSH TA KA!" The young girl screamed in terror. She held the sheet up to her chest to cover her naked body with her right hand as she held her left out as it to keep Mae, T'nel and the doctor away. She was on her feet. her back against the wall with a face that said she was clearly terrified.

"Stay calm...We're trying to help you." Mae said in an effort to calm the panicked girl. Mae could see where seeing blue naked women could be disturbing so she took off her mask that T'nel had given her to show she was al least human. With the ship supposedly clear of The Swarm T'nel had brought the shuttle with the Olympians back on board so Mae had put the mask back on. T'nel figured it would have been harder to protect two ships should those primitive battle cruises open fire when they arrive.

"OOSH TA KA!.....OOSH TA KA!" She screamed in wide eyed terror again seeing Mae's face. Those oval eyes and the shape of her face were entirely alien to her. Who were these people? Where are my clothes? Where am I? Were just some of the questions she was asking herself.

"Maybe one of the Olympians could help us." Mae suggested as they tried to calm the panicked girl before she hurt herself or someone else. "They seem to have a gift for languages."

T'nel didn't need to think long on that idea. It was obvious trying to do this themselves wasn't going to get them any answers. And if they couldn't talk to her how were they to communicate with the four incoming ships. Holding her hand out in a calming position, she hoped, T'nel stepped up to the intercom controls near the door.

"Zeus to the sick bay please.Zeus to the sick bay please." T'nel pushed the button and made the call. Even if she hadn't bothered to get in clothes again she figured if anyone was going to know what this girl was saying it would be Zeus. The other three had been born on Earth, but Zeus was much older. Maybe he could recognize the root language and adjust to changes over thousands of years.

"BAA NOR..BAA NOR." Stara screamed as she kept looking around, trying to find a way out and away from the aliens.

"Just cam down." Mae whined in a quieter tone as she put her mask back on with Zeus on the way. It would take a minute or so without his powers. He'd have to actually walk from where ever he was to the sick bay.

"Baa nor..Baa nor." Stara said again, this time not so loud and panicked. As her mind was clearing she was seeing the only way out of the room was past the three aliens and for now they were keeping their distance. She wondered if she threw the sheet at them if it would distract them enough for her to get by. But then what? This was not home. The last thing she remembered was getting into her grandfather's test ship and being pressed by incredible force into the seat.

Stara looked on curiously as an old looking man with a beard and wearing strange robes appeared in the doorway. The non blue one said something to him and he nodded. Then the short one and the blue one with her stepped to the side to let him walk in.

"Baa nor.Baa nor." Stara said again and held her hand up in the stop gesture as Zeus stepped too close for comfort.

"You might want to go to the bridge now. Her friends are getting close." Zeus told T'nel. And with ships getting close using warp fields he was getting some energy. Not much, but enough to do a few simple things.

He then looked calmly at the frightened girl and said "First things first." He gave a small gesture with his right hand and Stara was enveloped by a shimmering light.

Stara gasped and looked down at herself in shock. Her body tingled and in seconds a toga formed on her body. It went over her right shoulder covering both breasts and there was even a pair cotton panties. "That better?" he asked calmly with a big smile.

"Oomma pah Lunara. Oomma pah Lunara." the girl gasped with wide eyes. She dropped to her knees and bowed to the god.

Zeus looked at the women and grinned. "Leave us alone for a little while."

"Captain to the bridge.Captain to the bridge.We are being contacted by old fashioned radio waves."

T'nel had an almost annoyed look on her face as she hit the com button and asked "How can a ship traveling faster than light send us a radio signal?"

"They dropped out of warp ma'am and they will be here soon." the reply came back.

"You go..I have this." Zeus said to T'nel and Mae. His tone was almost fatherly and T'nel thought it strange she felt a bit hurt he wasn't ogling her naked body.

T'nel and Mae left leaving just Zeus and the doctor with the bowing patient. Zeus looked down at her and sighed. It had been thousands of years since he had to decipher a language. He then sat cross legged on the floor. This could take days, or it could be shorter if he recognized the root. The latter was doubtful though. He had been only on Earth and a long time had past since he visited the stars.

He created marbles out of thin air and set them up on the floor. "One.two .three..four.."

Stara sat up with a curious expression. The marbles were placed in a pattern. An increasing number pattern. It didn't take long to realize what this powerful servant of the goddess was doing. Or was he a servant at all? Could he be like Lunara? If he was one of her servants he should know her tongue. They had taken great care over the centuries not to let the words change. Lunara had said she would return someday and her people wanted her to understand them. So for as long as anyone could remember the only language they spoke were the words of The Sky Demons.

Stara placed marbles into groups of five and six, then counted. Zeus nodded then placed in seven, eight, nine and ten. When she counted back Zeus chuckled. Of all the luck. He looked at Stara and spoke one word. "Anunnaki."

Stara's eyes lit up as she heard "Sky Demons."



"How do we do this?" T'nel groaned. The main view screen was now working. On one side was an angry looking man from the first of the first two ships. On the other side was the captain of one of the other ships. They were yelling at each other as much as they were yelling at her. To T'nel's surprise they were targeting each other and her ship as well.

"Hopefully Zeus can figure out what they're saying." Mae said as she watched the angry men on the viewer.

"Even then we can't just turn her over to them." T'nel groaned as she stared at the men on the viewer. She had been around long enough to know this, they had just gotten involved in a civil war. And unless she knew the girl in sick bay would be safe, neither of the sides would get her.

T'nel looked with an almost bored expression at the screen as one of the captains yelled loudly she thought at her with what seemed to be a demanding tone. Her science officer had informed her their weapons were of little threat. The fighters could easily block anything and could return fire to disable them if need be.

Even if Zeus knew what they were saying she couldn't let the girl go. Not unless Zeus was also a walking truth detector. To her waiting was the best option at the moment. Wait and stay calm. Hopefully if she didn't act threateningly the situation would stay calm until Zeus could translate.

"Captain their weapons are powering up." Gr'tart stated from her science station. Her voice and demeanor was of total calm. These other ships were as much a threat as a bowl of hot soup. It could burn you if you aren't careful, but if they stayed by the book there would be no burn.

"Tell those fighters not to shoot unless we are fired on." T'nel replied.

"Ship at high warp coming in from behind us Ma'am. And we're being hailed. It's captain Z'lar on the Avenger." Gr'tart said with a big grin. Help was here now.

"Feed it to them as well." T'nel said as she gestured with her chin at the viewer. Letting them know a fully functional battle ship would be there in the blink of an eye as it were would back them down. It was also clear to T'nel by the way the captains of the other ships talked that this wasn't all about the girl in sick bay now. Evidently the technology on her crippled ship might be worth more than the girl.

"A smaller and unknown ship coming in from port at high warp ma'am. Looks to be small, similar to a Sh'kart size shuttle." that bit of information from the science office actually made T'nel crack a smile for a second. The two new ships wouldn't be on the primitive ships' sensors yet, but T'nel could still let them know what was coming. And the small ship had to be her friend. The man had a few ships, including the one being as described. It was small, fast, maneuverable, with him being a wanted man it was armored with extra shielding and it had a few pulse cannons. It was kind of like the family car for space. A turbo charged 8 cylinder family car.

"Put them on the screen as well." T'nel ordered.

"Weapons ready to fire Ma'am."

"They can't be serious." T'nel chuckled. "disable...."

"That won't be necessary." Zeus stated as he strode onto the bridge. He walked up next to T'nel as three of the ships shot primitive laser weapons at them which were easily blocked by the fighters. "Ash tooken ta Lunara oppanan." Zeus stated as he stared into the view screen. Telling them to stop in Lunara's name should get some reaction. And if not his powers were getting stronger by feeding of the engine output of their ships.

"Mo pa ho."

"Po ha Zeus." the god stated as he vanished from the bridge and appeared in a flash of white light standing next to the captain that questioned who he was.

"Weapons powering down ma'am." Gr'tart chuckled. "Z'lar and Captain Matrel being put on the screen as well." Gr'tart looked at the T'nel questioningly as she said Matrel's name. Captain Matrel was a man with an arrest warrant out on him and yet here he was coming in at high warp.

"Transmitting data for your language chips now." the new comer said just as his ship came to a relative stop right next to the Tomora. Mae looked at the man on the screen. Handsome, dark hair with a beard and green skin.

"Nice to see you again Lucas." Z'lar commented as her ship, a much bigger ship than any of the others, came to a stop on the other side of the Tomora. In fact hers was bigger than all the others combined and more than ten times as powerful with the Tomora disabled.

"Transmitting data to you as well Z'lar."

With so many power sources Zeus's power was nearly 75% of normal. He vanished from the other ship and appeared back next to T'nel. "Unless you know which side they are with, do not give that girl to them."

"I have no intention of handing her over. I think the best course would be to take her home myself." T'nel replied. She then turned to Gr'tart and said feed the language data into our chips."

"I will be with our lovely young lady. She has quite a story to tell." Zeus said with a grin a he walked towards the door.

"Who's that guy?" the Captain Matrel asked after seeing the man transport without a transporter. Not many species he knew of could do that, and most that could had received visits from the Swarm.

"Not now Lucas." T'nel replied as she looked to her science officer.

"Chips being reprogrammed now." Gr'tart stated. "You should be able to understand each other now."

"Thank-you." T'nel said with a happy lilt. She then stood from her seat and her expression turned hard as stone. "Tell me captains why I shouldn't give the order for the Avenger to open fire." To T'nel it was time to make these yahoos sweat. They targeted her ship, to which she showed great restraint, now it was time to make them crap their pants.

"We were just trying to get our princess back. We mean you no harm." one of the men squeaked back.

"We will not allow you to bring her back to her uncle." one of the other captains commented and letting T'nel know her guess about this being a civil war was correct. If it were just about bringing the girl home safely the second captain wouldn't have replied that way. But she still couldn't believe any of them.

T'nel stared intently at the screen for a moment, then asked "Captain Z'lar, what should we do with them?"

"My pet grotacsh could use a tasty treat." Z'lar answered making sure she kept a straight face. There was no such thing as a grotacsh, but the humans wouldn't know that.

"What are.."

"How many of them are there on each ship?" T'nel asked in a very curious tone. She wanted to sell this like she was really contemplated serving them as food.

Mae sat off to the side with a smirk as she watched T'nel work. The commander seemed to have a hell of a sense of humor. Mae noticed the rest of the bridge crew was making sure not to laugh as well. With the view screen settings all the human captains were seeing was T'nel's face. And just the faces of Z'lar and Captain Matrel as well. T'nel and Z'lar weren't about to expose their naked bodies to a group of primitive men if they didn't have to.

"You can't serve.."

"Seventy-five to eighty-two by my sensors." Z'lar replied with a completely calm face.

"But."

"That's a lot of meat for one grotacsh, but I guess we could spread the rest out to the zoos. They are always looking for new sources of meat." T'nel replied as she and Z'lar both studied the screen as if trying to determine the best way to butcher a man.

Captain Matrel grinned and said "You might want to check if they are safe first or not. I still remember how much gas those Fargarians gave my grotasches. It took days for the stench to clear from my ship." Being the sound of reason seemed to fall to him by default. He was okay with playing that part in a good joke. The humanoid with his green pointy ears sticking out through his long black hair loved a good joke and this one promised laughs for years to come.

"We are not food." one of the captains snapped with an angry tone.

T'nel liked his little tiff, but she wouldn't push it. She didn't want them thinking desperately and figure it was fight or die in some horrible way. T'nel sighed as she looked at the screen for a moment as the human captains squirmed.

After a nice pause for effect T'nel nodded like she was thinking it over. She then gave another sigh before looking back at the screen. "I will see your princess home. She will be home faster with us than any of you. As for you, I suggest you all get as far from this location as possible as fast as possible before I change my mind about having you fed to the zoo animals."

The com link was cut off to the human ships and T'nel couldn't contain herself any longer "AHH HA HA HA HA." T'nel was joined in her laughter by the rest of the bridge crew and Mae. Z'lar's crew could be heard in the background laughing as well.

Captain Matrel snickered slightly then said "G'shell says hello. And she will not return home until her grandmother accepts her choice in a mate."

"Give it time." Z'lar chuckled back as T'nel looked at the screen shaking her head.

"Time?...We've been together for 27 years.We have four kids and she's pregnant again." Lucas whined.

"That's not long enough for an O'tean." T'nel said with a wry grin.

"And when that O'tean is the Empress." Z'lar added.

"We fell in love.Do you O'teans have any idea how fleeting love is.In over 2000 years I've only found true love two other times." Captain Matrel whined.

"Over 2000 years old." Mae mumbled to herself. This guy was over 2000 years old? He didn't look a day over 30 by human standards.

"If you don't need me any longer I'll be on my way."

"Actually I was counting on you to give me a ride and help take the young girl this was about home." T'nel replied with a smile.

"Okay, but I think you will stand out like Mooray at a Shetzar festival." the man chuckled back as his screen went blank. The short big headed gray skin people and the 4 foot tall green hairy race hadn't gotten along peacefully for as long as anyone could remember.

"Last human ship leaving now Ma'am." Gr'tart said as she watched the screen go to showing just captain Z'lar. She then asked "Are we not to arrest him and bring him back to face justice?"

T'nel arched her eyebrows and gave the science officer a look of disapproval. T'nel knew her science officer was technically correct. Of the entire crew T'nel knew she was the only one having spent extended time in deep space. As part of her job in taking command of this ship it was part of her job to teach them some things that aren't in the books.

"I'll be standing by." Z'lar interjected as her com link was shut off as well.

T'nel looked around the bridge at the bridge crew looking at her questioningly. T'nel nodded then spoke. "When you spend time in deep space and away from home sometimes you need to make choices. You will find that in the best interest of the O'tean empire and our empress you will make choices that do not coincide with the orders of our superiors. As for Captain Matrel his crime was falling in love with the empress' grand daughter. They ran off together to be together. In time the empress will except her granddaughter's choice just as many of your mothers and grand mothers had disagreed with some of your choices. If we bring him in we loose an ally that can help us in situations like this. And G'shell will refuse to come home, or ever talk to her mother or grandmother again. Right now the only thing keeping them apart is the empress' own stubbornness and her son's inability to stand up to his mother."

"We were just asking Commander. We all know the story by now and as far as any of us know he hasn't been seen in decades." Sub-commander Sk'art replied. The ship's security officer looked her commander in the eye and said "The ship's logs have been damaged and some parts may not transfer before we destroy the ship."

"Anyone disagree?" Gr'tart asked as she looked around the bridge,. The only ones on board who knew the man was nearby were on the bridge. They were the only ones who could say anything, Z'lar would ask secrecy from her bridge crew and T'nel was confident her old crew wouldn't breath a word.

When no one answered T'nel nodded and said "I owe you. Have the log state the entire crew acted with honor and bravery. I recommend every last one of you for promotion." For all the good her endorsment would be. The crew and gods would be transferred to the Avenger while T'nel planned to take Mae and the princess onto Lucas Matrel's ship for the trip to her home.




Princess Anara ran into the tunnels through the mountains with four bodyguards, which took effort with them all wearing full body armor. A hundred feet inside Gaius breathed a sigh of relief seeing her coming to him and the dozen men he had with him. Then he noticed the three trucks full of troops coming behind her.

"Okay men, we know our duty." he called out. There would be no time for hugs or even a kiss he thought. Not if Anara was as smart as he gave her credit for. They both knew his duty. He and his men would block the tunnel and allow her to get far enough inside to where the tunnels were like a maze. There it would be nearly impossible for Glattus' troops to find her. He didn't know her exact plans in case he was captured but she could hide inside the tunnels for days, weeks or even years depending on how many troops her uncle dedicated to finding her. With her place in the line of succession forfeit there was no need for her to go back home. And the more forces he devoted to finding her it left him that many less to go after Princesses Sara and Stara. By now they knew Sara had escaped, but had no idea where she was. And the goddess willing Princess Stara had been found safe and sound.

"I love you." She gushed as she jumped into his arms. She kissed his lips quickly, then ran off saying "We wounded two police officers. No one was killed." That fact would ease his mind. He was concerned innocent men and women would die for her act of revenge. After all, the police were just doing their job.

"I love you too." he said before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He and his men took positions behind rocks with the prime position. The troops trying to get in had to rely on bullets only. Explosive devises would collapse the tunnel and block them off from Princess Anara's trail.

Anara stopped and looked back with worry etched on her face when she heard gun fire. She had made four copies of the tape. She had one while small groups of guards carried the others. The porn studs were cut free, two of them called Gor home and would hide their friend until the heat wore off. No one would be looking for him for the rape, only because he was a palace guard.

"Come your majesty." a young woman guard said as she gently took Anara by the elbow and started leading her deeper into the mountain. They had head straps with lamps like a miner would wear, and maps of the huge tunnel network to work with. And if they stayed and got caught then the captain and his men would be wasting their lives for nothing. "This is the plan and we all have our jobs."

Gaius and his men were well prepared for this fight. They had boxes of ammo along with several days worth of food. They also had explosives to block off the passage if need be, but doing that would be risky. To keep Glattus' men from disabling the explosives the fuse would need to be very short, leaving them little time to get clear. The risk of dying in that explosion relegated that move as a last resort. Or if they caught some kind of break.

The captain and his men stayed low and only fired if someone tried to enter the cave. One of his strategies was to allow them to use up their ammo. There may be a lot more of Glattus's men, but the captain and his men had position. From where they were they could not be flanked without someone coming in from the back and that would take over a day. But Gaius felt the best move was to act like an old and cagy fighter. Keep the arms up and the head protected and let your opponent punch himself out. If the troops outside wanted to fire off their rounds like there was no tomorrow he saw no reason to try and stop them.

Gaius held his light machine gun up over his head and above the rock he was using as cover. He fired blindly at the entrance not expecting to hit anyone, but more to keep them honest. He grinned and chuckled as he pulled his gun back down. His action had provoked a reaction. Bullets bounced off the walls all around as the troops outside returned heavy fire.

"You do know we have to live for this fight to go down as epic." the man to his right commented.

Gaius had a smirk on his face, then replied "And we have to win the crown."






Titus Paris chuckled as he read the computer read out. They were in orbit around Audra and preparing to land just outside the City of Troy. There they would collect a bucket load of cash for his clients and bring it to them along with his other business. Captain Gratis glanced over at his friend and first officer and asked "What's so funny?"

Titus had a grin as he looked back at Al. "I just decoded a military transmission. Seems they found Princess Stara." The biggest secret to staying ahead of the law was to have all the codes. Not a message was sent on military frequencies that got past them. And every time a new code came out they would spend days cracking it.

"Who found her?" Was it loyalists or the traitors? Al was genuinely interested. They were about to drop off Princess Sara and if Princess Stara was in Glattus' hands then that left just Princess Anara free. But information was worth more than gold. He had heard things about Anara and a certain officer in the palace guard. That might have left Stara as the only princess that could stop Glattus and his plans.

"Aliens." the big man answered candidly. He chuckled again as Al looked confused.

"What?..We know they're out there.We've been picking up odd subspace transmissions since we developed the technology." Titus calmly replied with a look that said he was about to laugh long and hard.

"I know, but why is that funny?"

"Because the aliens are bringing her home. And according to the coordinates that course will take them through this system." Titus chuckled at Al's shocked expression. It wasn't often anyone could get a reaction out of Al so this was special.

Al's mind went to work. He stared off into space for a moment then said "Keep monitoring those transmissions and prepare to land." If there was one thing that was more profitable than smuggling it would be getting his hands on alien technology. If Princess Stara or Anara took the throne or if Glattus took it then either would be willing to pay for it. The hard part would be getting it without Princess Stara knowing it was them. With Lord Glattus, how they got it wouldn't matter. But all that had to take a back seat to making sure things went just right.




Princess Sara was led off the ship by a leash attached to her wrists that had been cuffed together. Al gave Titus a look that said the big man owed him two gold star coins, the biggest of the three gold denominations. Al had been right about her vanity. The princess had used the sheet as a blocker for the cameras while she stripped down and washed herself from head to toe. The hidden camera inside the cell seeing her using the soap to wash her hair and watching her wash her body suit, panties and bra as well. She had hung her garments on the ends of the cot to dry.

The two men led the now nice smelling bombshell down the ramp and to a waiting group of men with half a dozen cars and a trunk. "I will see you hang for this." Princess Sara snarled to Al and Titus. As a true princess she would refuse to slouch or act undignified. Instead she would walk proud with her chin up, chest out and a stern expression on her face. She would try and remember all their faces. They would all pay for this outrage.

Along with the men stood a pudgy man Sara recognized. He was almost as famous as she. The owner and operator of Markson Enterprises operated the biggest entertainment franchise in the empire and the rebel territories. The bald as a cue ball full bearded pudgy six footer was wearing an expensive suit and an ear to ear smile when seeing his newest attraction in person for the first time. He had offered a handsome price for Princess Sara in a subspace computer auction and he wouldn't be doing that if he wasn't going to make money off her. But before taking her home he would be making some of that money back right away and be knocking the prissy girl off her high horse at the same time.

"Your company will be put out of business for this." Sara growled at Markson when they reached the bottom of the ship's loading ramp.

Not bothering to argue with his property Markson turned to his number one and calmly ordered "Shut her up. She will learn when to talk."

"Yes sir." The man replied. He too was wearing a nice suit, but he was not pudgy. In fact he was tall and muscular. Like 6'8" and 320 pounds of pure muscle.

"You stay away from me you bastard." Sara snapped as she tried kicking at him when he approached pulling a bright red one inch ball gag from his suit jacket pocket.

Titus quickly turned around and grabbed her by the throat and easily lifted her off her feet. In her panicked state she could hurt herself and hurt her value. "Huucchh." Sara choked as the other big man had no problem stuffing the ball into her mouth, then fastening the leather strap around the back of her head. Sara kicked anemically as she was shut up, another outrage these men would pay for.

"Slaves talk only when told to." the pudgy man calmly and firmly unformed his new attraction.

After Tutus put her down Sara stood by seething as the men talked and laughed. The trunk was opened to show it was filled with paper money and a lot of big gold coins, a king's ransom for a princess. As Titus picked up the trunk and carried it up the ramp followed by Captain Gratis, Sara was lead by her leash to a big grand car. The driver's side back door was opened by another man but Sara stood stiff at the car, refusing to get in.

"Our slave needs assistance I see." Markson told his muscle man with a chuckle. He was truly amused at the moment by his prize's conduct. He would expect nothing less from someone of her stature. She would take training, but she would learn. She was after all just a girl, albeit a high and mighty one. But in time she would adjust to her new station. And he had her training already planned, if she were smart she would fall in line by the end of that evening. If not her training would be more severe.

Markson chuckled as the big man grabbed the blonde by the back of the neck and the back of her slacks. He pulled up on her slacks giving her a painful wedgie as he bent her over then unceremoniously threw her head first into the back seat.

Sara quickly moved into a seated position, then lunged at Markson when he climbed in next to her, going for his throat with her cuffed together hands. With anger etched on her face the princess was going to choke the man to death. "UUMMFFFF." Sara grunted loudly as she was beaten to the punch, literally beaten to the punch. As Markson got in he reacted with a hash left to Sara's big right target, driving his fist all the way to the ribs.

Sara whimpered while clutching her hands to her throbbing right tit. Tears filled her eyes as a result of the pain. Shock was expressed on her face. No one had ever puncher her before, and she had never expected anyone would be so low as to punch her there.

As Sara scrunched up against the far door in fear, Markson looked at her with total calm. "You will find that if you behave your discomfort will be lessened. Lash out and that will be like a bug bite to the pain you will feel..Understand?"

Sara nodded as the door was closed and the driver put the car into gear. When she got free his dick would be nailed to a wall she told herself. After what he had just done there would be pain in his future, a lot of pain.

The trip was short to Sara's confusion. The car had gone barely 200 feet before coming to a stop in front of a hanger. Markson then looked at her sternly and stated "When a door is opened for you, you will get in or out like a lady. When the gag is taken out you will say thank-you. Otherwise you will nod your acknowledgement."

Sara stared back hatefully at him as a man approached her door. A princess does not thank the help. As the door was opened Sara slowly twisted and put her sandaled feet on the pavement. She leaned forward and stood up, then launched the top of her head into the face of the man who opened the door. As he screamed and fell to the ground holding his face Sara took off running to the left.

Sara soon came to a halt as the big 6'8" muscle man was blocking her path. Sara turned to go the other way with terror in her eyes only to see two men in that direction. To her left were more men and to her right was the hanger doors. Sara hung her head and cringed wondering what Markson would do to her now.

Sara didn't have to wait long to find out "NNNMMMPPPFFF." The air was driven from her lungs as the big man's right foot came up between her legs with enough force to lift her three feet off the ground. Sara landed on her feet and collapsed into a ball, crying and clutching her aching snatch.

Sara looked up through tear filled eyes as Markson bent over her. "You will learn." He then stood back up and stated "We have other things to do, now get her inside."

Sara whimpered and walked with her knees together as she was lifted to her feet and led by her leash into the building which was empty except for a big wooden crate in the middle but towards the front of the 200 by 400 foot area, through the huge open doors. The big box was just about 20 feet inside.

Sara stood trembling as her slacks were pulled down to her knees. She was too afraid to do anything as a man produced a knife and cut the crotch of her bodysuit then her cotton panties were pulled down. To her it was obvious, Markson had paid a lot of money for her and he wasn't going to wait a moment longer before raping her.

The big man then stepped up in front of her and gripped around the neck of her bodysuit and stretched it out, then pulled her top down below her bra covered DD tits and as low as her hand cuffs would allow. "Keep your arms down." he stated with a hard threatening glare. Sara just whimpered and nodded as her bra was unhooked in back and the straps were pushed off her shoulders. She nodded again as the big man firmly asked "You will behave now, won't you?" as he pulled the bra down to expose her breasts to the dozen or so men in the hanger and anyone else walking by outside. Sara trembled knowing Markson was about to rape her publicly again.

Sara shuffled over to the crate being led by her leash in the hands of the big man. If she didn't have the ball gag in she would promise not to fight if they didn't tie her down, but all she could do was whimper as she was placed on one side of the crate and the leash pulled over to the other side and there attached in such a way she could almost stand up and was sideways to the door. Sara sighed as she sadly realized she was to hold herself in such a way that Markson could fondle her chest as he raped her.

Sara looked over her right shoulder expecting to see Markson getting ready, but what she saw instead chilled her to the core. Markson stood with his arms out as Lord Figus handed his an open briefcase full of cash. The father of her betrothed in an arranged marriage and was killed by her uncle was here and handing Markson cash. Sara's eyes opened wide as the implication sank in. She was to be whored out. Like a slave or low cast girl her body was available for rent.

Sara took shaky deep breaths through her nose as Makson took the money, then he and his men walked outside. But before exiting Markson turned around and sternly stated "No damage."

Sara trembled as the 5'10" 220 pound 57 year old with salt and pepper hair walked over to her with hate in his eyes. Sara cringed as he took a fistful of her blonde hair and held her face a few inches from his own. "If I had my way you would be dying in a very slow and painful way. But he out bid me. So I only get another form of satisfaction." With that Lord Figus spat in her face and tossed her head away in disgust.

Sara's tears flowed as she watched the well dressed man step around back of her and undo his belt. The young girl's massive tits jiggled provocatively as she sobbed and the man dropped his pants and shorts to his knees.

Sara started to cry uncontrollably when he stepped up and gripped her hips. She then noticed through tear filled eyes that Markson was standing outside the hanger doors taking money from men for them to watch.

"MMMMPPPFFFF." The princess screamed as the lord slid into her bought and paid for snatch. She turned her head to look straight ahead and clenched her eyes shut so she wouldn't see all the men watching.

Sara bit hard on the ball gag as Lord Fugus' hands moved up to grip her breasts. "Your family has cost me more than can ever be repaid." he snarled in her ear as he plowed into her with hard deep thrusts. But his words weren't the only ones to cut her.

"I wish I had that kind of cash."

"How much for a blowjob?"

"How much just to suck on her tits?"

Sara rocked on her feet as Lord Figus raped her, convinced the placement of the crate was planned. She could hear the comments and questions of the audience. Sara's eyes then opened as Lord Figus suddenly stopped and pulled out. Why? What? Sara soon got her answers when the bastard's hands took a firm grip of her hips and she felt his cock pressed against her virgin ass.

"MMMOOO.MMMOOOO.MMMOOO." Sara screamed into her gag in shear panic as she tried to wiggle free of the man's grasp. But for an older and out of shape man he was too strong and in her shock waited too long to react. "MMMOOOOOOO..NNNNNTTTTGGGGG." She screamed as his seven and a half inch cock push half way into her butt hole.

"That's right slut.Scream for me so I know you hurt. But remember that no matter how many men do this to you it'll never hurt as much as your family hurt mine." Figus growled just before pulling back and driving forward with all his strength.

"NNAARRFFFF.AAATTTFFFF." Sara screamed as her stomach was painfully driven into the crate. Sara heard laughter outside as Figus started humping her burning ass like there was no tomorrow. "NNrrff.NNNttffff..NNRRRFFF." She grunted loudly with each tit shaking thrust that also made her head snap back.

Sara clenched her eyes shut again and looked away from the men outside as if to hide her shame. She whimpered and sobbed with each painful thrust as she felt the now sweating man lean over her and grab hold of her tits again. Lunara have mercy she preyed in her head. There was no help for her that would wipe this stain from her soul. In just a few short days she had gone from the glistening face of the empire to Josef Markson's whore. To be rented for what ever he seemed fair. There was no revenge she could think of that would be severe enough to appease her honor.

After a few minutes of feeling the sweaty man pressed to her back and his sweaty paws on her tits she felt him stiffen, then is hot goo filling her rectum. Sara hung her head hoping her hair hid her face as a huffing and puffing Lord Figus pulled out moments later and to add insult to injury slapped her ass and loudly proclaimed "Best whore I've had in decades."

Sara stood still, crying, with her big jiggling tits on display. She was afraid to move without permission now. What would Markson do to her now if she disobeyed? Sara kept her eyes clenched shut as she heard footsteps. The footsteps came closer and Markson asked "Would you like more or would you rather see your new home?" The tone in his voice said he didn't care which. But she couldn't answer. She turned her head and opened her sad eyes, her sad empty eyes.

"Would you like that gag out now?" he asked with a stoic face that told Sara it would be back in in a heartbeat if she opened her mouth at the wrong time.

Sara nodded her answer, her blue eyes cold and lifeless as the polar region in winter. After Josef removed the gag Sara flexed her jaw to ease the pain, then whimpered. "Please take me home and stop my punishment Master."

"That was not punishment. So I suggest you behave. That was nothing but business." Markson replied candidly before giving his men the nod. Markson headed for his car thinking if she thought that was punishment she was in for an awakening when she angered him.




T'nel stood alone on the bridge of what would most likely be her last command. Mae, Princess Stara and herself would transport over to Captain Matrel's ship shortly, then Z'lar would finish off the Tomora so it's technology wouldn't fall into the wrong hands.

Mae was carrying the last thing in T'nel's quarters towards the bridge, the box containing the blasters, while Princess Stara carried Mae's bag. Stara even though she was a princess was happy to lend a hand. Captain T'nel seemed a bit depressed at loosing her command and Stara was hoping to help.

With her dress and underwear having been tossed out an airlock Stara was left with the toga Zeus made for her and a pair of Mae's foam beach flip flops. Mae on the other hand was wearing a halter top and hot pants.


As they turned the corner they were stunned to bump into Nova in her bikini bottom sized denim hot pants and an overly revealing white halter top, her halter was smaller than Mae's even though her boobs were much bigger.. Why she dressed like that didn't concern Mae at the moment. What Mae wanted to know was why she was there in the first place. The Olympians were among the first to be moved to the Avenger.

"Get T'nel and get off fast." Nova stated with as she stared down the hall Mae and Stara had just come from.

"O-kaaayy.But why are you here?" Mae asked as she and Stara came to a stop.

"SSSHH." Nova replied as her gaze stayed looking off down the hallway. "We are not alone."

"What.." Mae started to ask, but her ears picked up the faint flapping sound. Mae's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as she realized what Nova was sensing.

Mae turned to Stara and tried her best not to look or sound panicked as she said "Hurry."

"Why?" Stara asked, then her gaze went upwards to the ceiling upon hearing noise in the ductwork. "What's that?"

"Trouble." Mae said quickly and started walking quickly down the hallway towards the bridge where they would be transported off.

The wide eyed princess walked quickly behind Mae. The tone used by Mae said she was deadly serious. "But why is she staying?" Stara asked.

"I'm the distraction. They will focus on me while you get away." Nova's voice said as it was put straight into their heads.

T'nel gazed at the main viewer and the view of the stars. Zeus had explained how thousands of years before the Anunnaki were a technologically advanced culture that had befriended the people of the Iran and Iraq area, but stopped interfering when the Olympians showed up. Over centuries of their visits they had still taken humans from the European continent but for some reason they stopped coming around 800 years ago.

Zeus believed Stara was the result of these takings. That her people were descendents of what he figured were slaves for the advanced people. After that, according to Stara, a strange powerful black man harassed the Anunnaki overloads for years until they killed him and placed his head on a pike out in front of the palace gates as a message of what happens to trouble makers. The slaves started a revolt, as a response the Sky Demons started a bombardment from space to cull the heard and send a message. That's when Lunara swooped into the Palace grounds on the back of a Sharge, a huge bird of prey, and used her power to disable the Anunnaki's powers and chased them away forever. She then protected and guided them for some time before leaving.

Zeus thought Lunara could be an Olympian or another advanced species. He did find it odd that she would have been alone. And an unknown goddess named Lunara wasn't familiar to him. And just how did she leave in search of others? Were there portals on these worlds Stara was from? If there was time after his trip to see his cousin it was a mystery he'd like to investigate.

"We have to get outta here now." Mae gasped as she and Stara raced onto the bridge.

"What the?"

"There's still Swarm on the ship." Mae said as she and Stara moved to the middle of the bridge and looked for T'nel to join them.

"How?"

"I will provide the distraction, but you must leave now." Nova's voice stated. Her words placed directly into their minds.

Nova reached out with her mind, counting. Ten, fifteen, twenty-two.where were they hiding she wondered. Then it hit her. They had to be in the heavily shielded area of the double hull around the warp engines. It was an area the ship's sensors wouldn't have seen anything even if they were working at full efficiency. It was also a place without full power she and others like her wouldn't feel them and the O'tean crew couldn't effectively search because of the radiation. "Damn smart little buggers." she mumbled to herself.

Nova felt the others transport off, and felt her ability to transport herself go away as well. They had found her. Nova could feel the transporters of the Avenger trying to lock on her, but they too were being blocked.

"WE CAN'T GET A LOCK." Z'lar shouted as T'nel pressed the codes into Matrel's controls to access the security cameras on the Tomora.

Mae gasped as seeing Nova standing sideways in the hallway looking side to side as nearly a dozen of the creatures walked towards her from both directions. Why were they showing caution T'nel wondered. They should be charging like the wild beasts they are.

Then Nova's body started to glow white. As the creatures got closer she glowed brighter and brighter. Were they being cautious because they sensed dander, or was it simply because there were too few and they couldn't afford to loose many and take down an Olympian?

T'nel's eyebrows arched as the wooden walls in the ship's hallway burst into flame, then in a pulse of bright blinding light the Tomora was gone in a massive explosion.

"What the hell?" Mae shrieked as the ship rock violently from the shock wave. Good thing the shields were on automatic.

"Now you know my gift." Nova said as she appeared next to Mae.

"By the grace of Lunara." Stara added. She had heard stories of the goddess' power and Nova was as close as she ever imagined. If Lunara was stronger that that then how strong was she?

"Your?.Your alive." T'nel gasped in surprise.

"I wish to go with you.."

"NO!" Zeus' voice thundered, then Nova was gone in a flash of white light.




Princess Anara squatted next to the river and dipped her metal cup in, she and her guards were now in what they hoped was a good hiding spot. Deep inside the mountain they had used ropes to climb down inside a 50 foot pit where a river flowed under the mountain and supplied the capital city with water. The 50 foot wide and 10 foot deep water moved quickly, but not so fast they couldn't handle it. But swimming was the only option, the exit was only a half foot above the water at it's highest ruling out any kind of boat.

As Anara took a drink of the cool refreshing water she looked towards the light at he end of the passage confident her uncle's men wouldn't expect her to exit the tunnel network this way. She glanced at her escorts who were getting ready for the swim by shedding excess weight like extra food, ammunition and even some body armor. They would keep the chest and back armor on until it was time to go in case enemy troops came from behind them. That way they would still be protected if they had to fight and could quickly shed the rest if they chose to flee.

After climbing down they had retrieved the rope as to not leave a sign, then followed the river's edge until it vanished. The only way to go on now was to swim. Anara stood up and started to remove her armor as well. They would all keep their chest and back protection and headgear for now, but to keep from sinking everything had to go eventually. If everything was going to plan more gear would be waiting for them a few hundred yards away from the river in an old hunting cabin. Anara sighed as she looked at the light again and hoped Gaius was alright. She'd have plenty of time to think the worst now, they would be waiting until dark before taking the plunge. But first Anara had one more thing to do. The copy of the tape she carried was to be in case the others were lost. She would bury it for now and come back after it should it be needed.

Up above Gaius was laughing. The troops outside the caves were running for their lives as a small group of fighters strafed them. Sparks and dust clouded the sight of the troops outside scurrying for cover. The laughing couldn't last though. Gaius stood up and called out "Alright, we have just enough time to do this."

Six men rushed forward, two carrying explosives and the other with their rifles at the ready. "I owe you Eric." Gaius said to the air as if his brother could hear him while the bags containing the explosives were placed in the cave entrance.

Sparks exploded off the cave walls when the men outside came running back. With the fighters gone the troops outside were scrambling back. "FASTER!" he screamed as the men ran past him and he kept the countdown in his head. Picking up a bag of supplies they sprinted into the cave to get as far from the entrance as they could in six..five.four..three.two..one.

The men stumbled and some fell to the ground as the explosion went off with enough force it seemed to shake the entire mountain. All the men curled up into balls and covered their faces and heads as rocks fell from the ceiling and then a huge cloud of dust blew through the tunnel.

Anara and her crew felt the mountain tremble. The princess' face showed her concern as she looked up at the ceiling. The female guard walked over with a concerned look of her own, the guard she had been involved with against regulations was with Gaius. "I'm sure he's fine." she said with a not so convincing tone.

"I'm sure Richard's alright as well." The princess replied as she put a comforting arm around the guard.

"You know!?" Erica had thought they had been more than careful. Even more careful than Princess Anara and the captain. The blonde blue eyed 22 year old looked totally stunned.

"I do now..But my lips are sealed." Anara replied. Her little joking did nothing to ease her nerves. She had her suspicions about the two guards, but who was she to say anything with the way she and Gaius had been sneaking around.

"Now we need to hide you somewhere."

"Now we need to find where Sara is." Anara firmly replied. To Anara it was just the three of them now and it would be at least a few days before Stara could be brought back, if she were alive. Sara needed to be the focus of her efforts now.

"I'm sorry to disagree with you Your Majesty, but it's our duty to protect you."

"It's your duty to follow orders, now get some rest until the sun goes down." Anara would be quick to quash any suggestion that she find a hole to hide in and wait. There was still work to do. If Stara made it back she would still need a clear path to the palace grounds to state her claim. And Anara knew her uncle would be ready. With her cousins now ruined she would try and retake the palace. In a battle one wants the high ground. In a struggle over the crown one wants possession of the palace.



"So the people decide who rules the empire?" Stara whined. Mae had been trying to explain America's form of government to the princess. She and Mae were in the back couple of chairs while T'nel was filling in as co-pilot.

"It's not an empire." Mae chuckled. Seemed Stara had a problem wrapping her head around the idea of a democracy. On her world everything was basically decided by birth. If you were born to slave parents you were a slave. If your parents were professionals like a doctor or lawyer then you became a doctor or lawyer. And if your parents were rulers you were raised to be a ruler.

Stara herself would have been married off to a lord or a lord's son to help centralize power. Or if her father decided she could have joined the temple where her high birth would reserved her a high position. "So the king is only the king for four years?"

"We don't have kings. The legislature makes the laws then the president decides yes or no. If he says no then the legislature can override him."

Stara's eyes opened wide in shock. "What good is being Prez..e.dent if your words do not matter?" She squeaked. She couldn't imagine anyone in the House of Lords telling her father he was overruled. In the Empire the House of Lords negotiated with the king for changes in law, but it was up to the king to suggest the changes. But the real power of The House of Lords was in overseeing the Rites of Succession and the fitness of the king to rule. They could require the king to step down if his mental faculties failed as a king not all there would be a danger to the fabric of society. The House of Lords in effect oversaw the laws, sure the rebels were trying to change that, but they were crazy. They wanted things to be voted on like what Mae was describing and to throw out the whole caste system. That would throw the whole world upside down. A king or queen would no longer have a birth rite and a slave could become a lord.

"You do know my world has an empress Mae?" T'nel asked with a chuckle.

"But she's not all powerful. That's what happened to Rome. To much power in one man lead to insanity and utter collapse. It took hundreds of years to straighten things out." Mae answered. "It may not be perfect but it works. People can choose their religion or what they want to pursue as a career."

Stara cocked her head to the side as she thought things over and looked at Mae's gold cross. Mae was wearing a white halter top and denim shorts. Stara had seen the cross when she first awoke and it scared her to death. The cross was an ancient symbol of a dangerous sect. A sect that was powerful in the rebel controlled areas and were very much behind the rebellion. "That thing is a sign of your beliefs and you can wear it anywhere and no one fears you?"

"My cross?" Mae whined. The way the girl was looking at it said she'd seen crosses before. What do they mean on your world?"

"Death to those that do not believe. Those that are not cross wearers and entered their lands were killed, or tortured." Stnara replied. In the days before the empire religion was a main reason for wars. And now with the rebellion religious persecution had started up again. Though not as deadly as before, but in time it would grow according to her father's advisers.

As the ship carrying them traveled at warp speed Stara explained their empire encompassed 7 stars with four main worlds that the Sky Demons populated with slaves. Over the centuries after Lunara chased the Sky Demons away her ancestors took control of one world, then took over rule of the others. Since then 18 colonies had been formed in those systems and the others in the area. The empire, including the rebel controlled areas, now had about 8 billion people.



Captain Gratis adjusted the course to get back home as quickly as possible. There was still work to do if things were going to work out for him. On the video screen overhead the Markson Enterprises pay per view was coming in over a scrambled sub space channel. The shows usually consisted of comedy, musical acts, live sexual acts involving everything from consensual sex to rape to bestiality, and combat sometimes to the death. The show would be on for hours and was usually worth the price on a long trip. This time though he and Titus wanted to see how Princess Sara was incorporated into the show.

Markson was one of the best known suppliers of quality entertainment. His group would go from city to city and planet to planet putting on a shows in the biggest arenas. Then about half a dozen times a year he would put on a pay per view spectacular where he would pull out all the stops. This was one of those shows and for the last few days the man had been promising that this show would have something no one would ever have thought possible.

"Those sensors we hid in the asteroid field are picked up something." Titus said as he glanced up at the screen. The Marching Ladies were the band for this show and they were one of his favorites. And being on a Markson stage the young ladies were dressed accordingly. Six girls in their late teens or early twenties singing, dancing and playing music while dressed in nothing but bikini like bottoms or the smallest of hot pants and high heels, nothing else. "That Markson knows how to put on a show." the big man chuckled as the camera focused in on the DD chest of 19 year old Helena Augustus doing a drum solo. The awesome big orbs bouncing around as the 5'1" youngster didn't miss a beat. And the 45,000 fans in the stadium screamed their appreciation.

The captain kept looking up as well, but he liked the little B-cup lead singer. The petite 18 year old had a set of pipes that were amongst the empire's best. What he wouldn't give to have a fistful of her long red hair while he plowed her from behind. Her perky little ass had given him plenty of sweet dreams on his long trips. "So what did they pick up?" he asked without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Whoa.That ship is doing warp 8. We have nothing close.At that speed they'll get there before us." They didn't get a look at the ship. It was going too fast. All they got was the time it took from when one set of sensors detected the ship and others on the other side of the system then later detected it.

Al took his gaze off the show and had a look of total shock. A ship that fast could serve him well. And his plans didn't involve Princess Stara getting home too soon, or at all. And definitely not with alien help. "Are those codes we paid for last year still good?" he asked.



"By all that's holy, no." Princess Sara said to herself as she was tossed into a dressing room and locked in. She had been told to be ready when the band was finished. On the sofa against the wall was a cheesy plastic copy of the armor she wore a few days earlier and a white dress made of paper, the costume had been sold years past in retail outlets before her mother died. The room was barely 10x10 with a sofa on one side and a vanity table full of make-up and beauty supplies on the other. Across from her was an open door which Sara could see was a bathroom and a video screen in the corner sitting on a small table. "What are you doing?" she asked Markson like he was there. Was she to dress in the armor and be paraded out like a trophy. Would her humiliation end?

Sara scowled at the idea and thought of rebelling again, the punishment be damned. But then she realized Markson's shows are broadcast throughout the empire. Someone would see her. Loyal troops would know where she was. Help would be coming. And all those involved in kidnapping her and raping her would pay severe prices.

Poor dumb princess Markson would have replied had he been there.

Sara spent the next half hour dressing herself and doing her own make-up. She bit back her anger when noticing the breast plate was for just a B-cup, not even the C-cup of the real armor, and nowhere big enough to hold her DD tits. She'd look like a whore outside the Colosseum before a big show.

When the men came for her Sara was in her white paper dress and her bosom stuffed into the plastic armor. Her hair was in a ponytail like a few days earlier and her face was lightly made up. She figured there was no helmet so the audience would be able to see her face better, and so would her soon to be rescuers.

Sara innocently followed along thinking she would be seen and rescued soon. The crowd cheered as Markson stood in the middle of the open air arena. "Ladies and gentlemen. In true Markson fashion no expense has been spared bringing you the best in entertainment. Today for your viewing pleasure, straight from the capital." Sara cringed when the crowd booed when he mentioned the capital.

At least they cheered she told herself as Markson finished by saying "So with no further ado I give you the one and only Princess Sara."

Sara walked out into the arena with her head held high and over exposed chest thrust out. That was until she saw a group if big men dressed like her uncle's soldiers and another man dressed like her uncle. "In Lunara's name no." she gasped as she tried to turn and run.

Sara panicked, but was quickly grabbed by two men easily over six and a half feet tall. The crowd of 45,000 cheered wildly as she was dragged to the middle of the arena and the man dressed like her uncle. "NO..NO..NO." Sara screamed as she tried in vain to wrestle free. "NO...NO...NO." she yelled again and her struggles threatened to release her bosom from their confines.

Sara kicked at the man like she did her uncle as his cheep plastic sword flipped open the fasteners holding her armor together and it fell to the ground. "DAMN PEASANTS." she yelled at the crowd when they took pleasure and cheered loudly when the paper dress was ripped off her and her breasts were exposed for all of them to view.

Sara started to cry as she was bent over again like she was two days before. She cringed as she felt her panties being ripped away and no matter which direction she looked there were cheering peasants with cameras. In all her public appearances she hadn't seen that many flashes before. Tens of thousands of flashes. Tens of thousands of pictures of her being humiliated once again.

"No.Please no." she sobbed as the man took position behind her. A quick look back made Sara gasp as through her tear filled eyes she saw the man was hung like a horse. Sara wiggled and jiggled to the crowd's delight as the man grabbed her by the hips.

Over the dim Sara could hear a woman in the front row yell "NOW YOU WILL KNOW WHAT A REAL MAN IS LIKE." Sara didn't understand why these people were taking delight in her being raped. "LET'S SEE THEM TITS SWAY ROYAL SLUT."

"NNNAAAAA." Sara yelled as the man behind her started entering her. Sara sobbed and hung her head in shame. The pain of his huge cock stretching her twat stung, but the cheers and jeers of the crowd hurt her even more. "NNAA.AA..AA." Sara screamed as the man pulled back and pushed in deeper and deeper. "Lunara help me." she cried out in desperation. She had been completely defeated and humiliated. How could they do anything worse than this to her? To be raped was bad. To be raped and have the images sent throughout the empire was worse. But to be raped live in front of thousands of subjects taking delight in her degradation, she didn't see how it could get worse than that. Even after she got rescued there would be no way she could ever appear in public again. In every face she'd see the reflection of this moment.

Like days before two men held her arms in such a way she had to stay bent over. The crowd cheered as the man bent over her and grabbed hold of her royal assets, squeezing them like he was trying to get juice from Nora Fruit. Sara's head jerked up with each savage thrust. Sara opened her eyes to see a camera man kneeling just a few feet away, catching her pain etched face as the man pushed his way balls deep into her royal vagina, and painfully through her cervix.

"HARDER..HARDEER..HARDER." the crowd chanted, urging the man on. Sara hung loosely in the grip of the men. At the moment they were holding her wrists more for show. Her fighting had stopped. She had surrendered to her humiliation. She had officially lost everything now.

Sara endured another 10 minutes of the man punishing her pussy before he pulled out, the crowd cheering crazily as he covered her sweaty back with his cum. She then simply sobbed as she was carried away, back to her dressing room and dropped on the sofa after the cum was wiped off her back. When everyone else left and the door was closed she looked to see Markson standing at the door. "I will not do that again. You can have a line of men rape me, but I will not walk out like that and be raped like that in front of a crowd again. You can kill me, torture me, threaten me.I will not do it. Punish me as you will." Sara snarled.

Josef Markson had a smug look on his face as he rocked on his heels, taking a little enjoyment from her tirade. When she finished and just lay there with tears streaking her cheeks he walked across the room. "If you think you have any choice maybe you should see the next act."

Sara sniffed a few times as she sat up and turned to see the video screen. Markson turned it on then went to sit next to the naked and sweaty girl. "This could be you if you don't cooperate." the man coolly stated.

Sara watched as a young naked brunette was tossed out into the arena area all alone. The crowd cheered as a section of the ground opened up and a cage rose from beneath holding a Red Wholl. Sara knew what the predator was, she had seen them at the zoo. This one was a good 9 feet tall and about 600 pounds. "You paid too much for me, you won't feed me to a Red Wholl." Sara groaned. She had extensive tutoring and was no ignorant peasant.

"She's not food.Did you know Red Wholl's have a unique sexual drive?" he asked as the cage was opened. The young girl was clearly panicked as she ran from door to door trying to get out as the beast sniffed the air.

"If they don't mate every year they go crazy and die." Sara innocently replied. Then she took a longer look at the screen to see the bipedal animal's 12 inch monster cock. "You can't." she gasped. Red Wholls that had not been able to find a female Red Wholl to mate with would look for a female of another species to use instead.

"Don't worry too much, it's claws have been removed. But then he still has his teeth." Josef chuckled.

"But how did.."

"How did I get one in that state? That was the easy part. The condition is a simple chemical imbalance. Give it a shot and it's show time." He said with gritted teeth as he gave her a had stare. He then just as quickly put a smile on his face and wrapped his right arm around Sara and pulled her to him. Sara whimpered slightly as his hand came to rest on her right tit.

"It'll kill her." Sara stated as the creature cornered the girl, then moved in.

Josef grinned. He gave Sara's tit a nice squeeze and explored his new property as he explained. " His condition drives him to mate first. Afterward he will rest before thinking of anything else. She will be removed before he kills her."

Sara swallowed hard as the beast pinned the 100 pound girl on the ground, face down. The crowd cheered as she screamed in terror. "I can't .."

"Watch?" Josef finished with a laugh. His left hand opened the zipper of his slacks and stated "It's staying on, but I will give you a choice. Watch or.." Sara followed his gaze to his lap and the big bulge in his shorts.

Sara whimpered as the beast took his position on top of her and the crowd went wild. Sara cringed, she just couldn't watch this. "Can I turn the sound down."

"If that means your going to serve your master I think I will allow that."

Sara nodded sadly and swallowed. She stood up and went over to the video and turned the sound down. She walked back to the sofa and knelt down as Josef spread his legs for her, that would place her back towards the video. Josef sat back against the soft cushions as Sara reached into his slacks and his shorts to free his cock. And like she did for her doctor, she licked her lips and went to work.



"So where is this city of yours?" T'nel asked. She wanted to drop this kid off somewhere safe, then fly away. The last thing she wanted to do was get involved in a civil war, especially one that now had 3 sides. They were out of warp and entering orbit above the planet.

Princess Stara stood up and came up between T'nel and Captain Matrel. She looked down at her world and smiled, it was good to be home. She pointed to the image on the video screen a at a point west of a big mountain range and near the sea. "I need to be there before the moons align." she said then sighed. Everyone would be looking for her and her uncle would be pull out all the stops to make sure she didn't get there. Or he'd rape her like he did her sister. "I will be safe if I can get into the temple. He wouldn't dare touch me there."


Down below sitting on the throne Prince Glattus actually smiled as he got word the strange ship had just entered orbit. With luck he would wear the crown by morning. The sun was setting and Anara and her guards would be swimming right into a trap. And a few agents in the temple would drug the youngest of the three and deliver her to him, she would surely dumbly go for sanctuary. His plans would come to fruition soon even as the gunfire outside got nearer and nearer to the palace. He would be king and the concessions made by his father and brother would be no more. With full command of the military there would be no more restraint shown to the rebels, he would throw everything at them. There would be no mercy for those who would violate the royal order.

On the flip side he may not have until morning. The sounds of gun fire outside were telling him loyalists forces were moving closer. Although he was sure they would not fight their way into the palace he had been informed General Carpenter and the 1st fleet would be arriving soon. At that point he would be placed under house arrest and his command would be taken from him. That however would do little to stop his plans now. His orders had already been given and if Stara couldn't be brought to him someone else would take care of business. That man would be doubly rewarded. First by being the one to take his cute niece and secondly there would be a promotion, or even a commission if the man was from a lower caste.

Outside in the palace square, 5 members at a time from The House of Lords stood vigil. They would be there until noon on the day after the moons aligned when he would stake his claim. Or they would hear the claim of Princess Anara, but Prince Glattus was fairly sure she was about as pure as her sister Sara. And if she was she wouldn't be much longer. That left just little Stara, and he was prepared for her and her alien friends. Accidents happen and dissecting one of them could provide useful information.

"SIR.SIR.SIR." Another guard shouted as he ran in. His tone was one signaling trouble.

"What is it?" the prince snapped as he stood up and walked down the stairs from the throne. This night would be the best of his life, what had this soldier on edge.

"The old satellites have come on line."

"WHAT SATELLITES?" Glattus screamed. He couldn't mean the old communications ones. The only ones that would cause a reaction were."Oh crap." But how?

"The old planetary defense ones sir. They are targeting the alien ship." the young soldier squeaked as he came to a halt and stood at attention.

"Oh crap." Glattus uttered again. He looked totally stunned as he walked up the stairs to the throne and sat down again, suddenly feeling weak. The defense satellites held dozens of nuclear missiles each. They were put in space during the war years when the empire was expanding by conquering the other planets. They were taken off line after that. The rebels had no ships to fight with so the missiles were powered down.

This was bad, really bad. Having the death of his brother and nephews blamed on the rebels was problematic as it was, there would always those that wouldn't believe that story. If word got out that he might have had his niece killed as well, then the House of Lords might side with public outrage and find him unworthy. He would need someone to blame, no one would believe it was the rebels this time where the rebels would have no idea where Stara was at the time. This wasn't his fault and he wouldn't take the fall for this. He had done what he had done to preserve the empire. Killing his niece wasn't required. "I want who ever fired those missiles found." the prince growled. Whoever did the deed would have their head stuck on a pike outside the palace gates. It would be fine if she was dead, he just needed it to look like an accident or have someone to take the blame.

Captain Matrel's hand flipped switch after switch. The ship rocked and bucked as sparks erupted from electrical panels and controls boards. T'nel beside him helped as best she could, but the missiles just kept coming. Two terrified teens clung to the arm rests of their seats thinking they were about to die, Stara screaming her bloody head off. Mae glanced at Stara to see the pendant start to glow again. During the trip Stara had explained the glowing, according to legend, meant Lunara was watching over her. To Mae at the moment any help would be appreciated.

The missiles finally stopped, but they were far from out of trouble. Lucas felt the pitch of the ship as it lowered it's nose towards the planet below. When the lights went out only to be replaced by the glow of emergency lighting he stated "Everyone get to the escape pods." They had been caught off guard. The satellites were too close to avoid when they came to life, firing missiles almost immediately at point blank range. And Martrel wasn't about to complain that his shields held up under the onslaught. They should have failed halfway through.

"I will see him hang for this." Stara stated with anger. He killed her father and brothers, raped her sister and now tried to murder her as well. And she had no clue as to Anara's fate. Was her other sister alive or dead? Did her uncle have her or was she in the temple?

"I'm not leaving." T'nel calmly replied as she used emergency controls to try and get the ship stable again.

"Main power's out, shields are down, and we are caught by the planet's gravity. I have to stay and make sure the ship misses populated areas and nothing is left they can use. You have to get that girl home." Lucas calmly replied. He had been in tight spots before and always come through. And he knew T'nel would just need a nudge in the right direction. Her sense of duty would be conflicted as to stay or go. He was making the choice for her.

T'nel looked Lucas in the eyes, and then nodded. She didn't like the idea, but he was right. And someone had to look after the kids. "See you around the galaxy." she said in a somber tone as she unfastened her seatbelt before getting out of her seat.

"Count on it." the green man nervously replied as he fought to maintain the ship's stability with only directional thrusters. If he lived he'd never hear the end of this. Thousands of years experience and he gets shot down by primitives. Just great.

"Everyone to the back." T'nel said with a stern look at Mae and the young Princess. Lucas was correct, she had assumed the task of getting the girl home and some place safe, and she hadn't completed the job just yet.

At the back of the cabin were two escape pods capable of holding up to four passengers each. The red light above the first one's door made T'nel clench her jaw. It had been knocked out meaning if Lucas managed to get the ship over an ocean he still wouldn't be able to escape.

T'nel opened the door to the second and ushered the two youngsters quickly inside, then she noticed the restraints on two of the seats were now also out of order. Not wanting to alarm the teens, or argue with Mae, T'nel quickly helped both into a seat and activated their over the shoulder bar which activated the automatic lap belt and leg restraints. She then jumped out of the pod, hitting the emergency eject button in the process. "Destroy the pod after you land." were to be her last words to Mae.

"NNNOOO!" Mae screamed as the door shut.

The sealed door blocked the sounds of Mae's further outbursts. T'nel had a sad face watching the protesting girls struggling to free themselves as the pod launched.

T'nel made her way back to her co-pilot seat where Lucas informed her "Both pods were operational when you got up. As were the two seats in the other one."

"Swarm ships come from nowhere to attack my ship which has just 4 Olympians and we barely survive. A child ends up on my doorstep that would have died had we not rescued her. More swarm are on the ship."

"Can we go over why you think someone is effecting events after we crash?.And if we live. Suit engage."

"Fine. Suit on." T'nel replied.

On the escape pod Mae was freaking out inside. Outside a viewing port she could see the red-orange colors from the ionized gasses as the pod plummeted through the outer atmosphere. She glanced to her right to see Stara holding on to the armrests with a white knuckle grip. Her face was ashen and she was almost hyperventilating. "We'll be fine. T'nel wouldn't have put is on this thing if she didn't think so." Mae also noticed Stara's pendant was glowing brightly once more. Mae thought of activating her power suit, but after telling the girl everything would be fine it didn't seem fair. It was an option she would keep open for later though. There would be no sense in both of them dying if she could save herself.




Titus Paris examined the data being intercepted by his satellite on orbit around Antera. His satellite intercepted data being transmitted by government satellites in orbit. In a sense, after decoding, he and Al would know everything those on the planet would know. "If she's still alive she'll be in the small one." The big man commented as Al studied the scans as well.

"They survived..Wow..Those are shields worth getting our hands on." Al was beside himself. First there should be nothing left of the alien ship, and Stara was still alive and her death wouldn't get blamed on Glattus causing the House of Lords to look on his claim with great suspicion. Al had to decide just which of the two objects entering the atmosphere was more important at the time. "Where are they going to crash?"

Titus concentrated on the data, then answered. "Looks like someone stayed on board. They're using thrusters to try and get out to sea off the west coast of North Aldonia." That was the other side of the planet. If it went down in that part of the ocean it would take time to locate, some places in that region were a good 2 miles deep.

"What about the small one?"

"An escape pod I'm guessing will land somewhere in the Deafman Royal Forest." Titus replied. From up high the crash site should be easy to locate in the 2000 square mile nature preserve.

"If she is alive we need to find out first." Al said just before leaning back in his seat to think things over. A man in his position had to think things over carefully. Playing the game wrong could get him killed in a very ugly way.



A short tine later under the cover of darkness, Princess Anara and her four bodyguards stripped off the rest of their body armor and anything else that could weigh them down before entering the cold water. Three men in briefs and two women wearing just their bras and panties took the plunge. The lights on their heads were also discarded, but left on to give them some light as they jumped into the water. Once outside they would exit the river on the other side and find their way by the light of the moons.

Two men went first, then Anara with the other man and Erika following. They kept close as they let the current pull them along. The water moved too fast to try and swim, instead they would float and let the current carry them out of the caves. Anara and the others held their hands up to keep from hitting their heads on the roof of the cavern as they made the short trip. They stayed in the river for a short ways until the current slowed where the river widened and there was a sandy bank.

Staying as quiet as possible they exited the river one at a time. Anara exited just before Erika who was last, and who was a bit concerned because she had gone with a thin lace bra and panty set that day, and stared to climbed the small hill. The two women used their arms and hands to try and preserve some modesty in the moon light and their wet revealing clothing.

Two of her men snuck up on the cabin as Anara, Erika and the last man scanned the darkness for any sign of trouble. One of the men at the cabin stood off to the side and helped keep watch as the other turned the handle on the old wood door.

Anara and her guards standing with her turned quickly when the shotgun went off, nearly cutting her guard in half. "RUN YOUR MAJESTY." Erika shouted as lights were suddenly shining on them from all directions.

Another gun shot, this time a hand gun made them turn back towards the house to see the other guard falling back near the corner of the building and a shadowy figure walking out from behind the building.

"DON'T ANYBODY MOVE." Another voice called out as Anara took a step back towards the river only to see a half dozen men illuminated by the moon light. A quick look around revealed they were surrounded. "And there men you have the difference between palace guards and real soldiers." the man then added.

Princess Anara recognized the voice as Colonel Michael Erikson, one of her uncle's right hand men. "We surrender." she said as she knelt down, still covering herself. She then nodded to her remaining guards that they should follow suit.

The male guard knelt slowly placing his hands on his head as Erika knelt using her hands to cover herself as Anara was doing. "Hands on your heads." one of the colonel's men snarled as he approached with a few other men, aiming their guns at their prisoners.

"We would rather not..We're not dressed." Erika said sweetly as possible and hiding the fact she'd rather shoot their damn nuts off after they killed two men instead of springing their trap earlier.

"I said hands on your heads." he snarled as he placed the barrel of his pistol to the male bodyguard's head. "Or we see the inside of his head."

Anara looked at Erika and nodded. Erika could see the anger in her princess' eyes. But they'd kill him if they refused. Anara stared at Colonel Erikson off in the distance as she paced her hands on top of her head, and gave the nearly three dozen soldiers a look at her barely hidden assets. Erika fumed and she stared at the guard holding a gun to her comrade's head as she did the same. Her wet body glistened in the moon light and her areolas were easily seen through the thin fabric of her bra.

"Cuff them." the colonel ordered as he started walking into the lighted area.

Princess Anara held her hateful stare as first the male guard was thrown face down in the dirt and his arms roughly pulled behind his back then cuffed, and he was then gagged. "Bastards." Erika growled as she too was thrown face down in the dirt. A man straddled her legs while two others held guns at her head. Then after she was cuffed they sat her back up, the man that cuffed her took the opportunity to feel her up, grabbing both her C-cups in his hands and giving them a firm squeeze. "Hands off creep. I'm a soldier and expect to be treated like one." she snapped at him before the gag was stuffed into her mouth.

"Don't look like a soldier to me. Where's your uniform?" He chuckled back as he grabbed hold of her bra cups and pulled them apart, ripping the center portion apart and exposing her nice firm mounds.

"LEAVE HER ALONE. WHEN THIS IS OVER THERE WILL BE AN ACCOUNTING." Princess Anara shouted threateningly. The behavior of these men under the colonel was totally out of line. And with the colonel there and allowing it to happen he was now putting his head in a noose.

"If I were you I'd think about being nice instead. After what you did the rule book was tossed aside Princess." Colonel Michael Erikson stated as he squatted down in front of the angered princess. His black uniform had done a good job of hiding him in the shadows as it did with the others.

"I will see you hang," Anara defiantly replied just before spitting in his face. But to her disgust he wiped it off with his hand, then smeared it on the exposed part of her left breast. "Your mother raised gutter scum." she snarled while refusing to even try and knock his hand away. With her hands still on her head she instead stared intently at him in a way that said she was thinking of how much pain she could have inflicted on him before he died.

The colonel had a good chuckle as he stood up. "After what you did your uncle gave a very unique order. Whoever captured you was to rape you. There are soldiers stationed at each exit from the caves on this side of the mountains hoping to be the ones. And others searching inside." he laughingly informed her as he stepped away.

"What? He wouldn't."

"After what you did, yes he did.But I think we can make this interesting.He said we should rape you, but." The colonel had a big grin as he looked down at private Erika Lester with a big grin that told her the princess wasn't the only one who could expect to be gang raped in the next few moments.

"You will put us in trucks and take me to my uncle without delay." Princess Anara stated with as much authority as she could muster.

"You will be raped here your Majesty as soon as the video cameras are brought from the trucks to record your unworthiness to claim the crown." The colonel calmly replied. He had a feeling she wouldn't stay in the tunnels and would look for an obscure exit. He and his men staking out the aqueduct was genius.

"And I suppose you intend to do the deed yourself colonel? You will be destroyed by this." the princes defiantly snapped.

The colonel and his men laughed, causing Anara and her remaining guards to look confused. "Oh I don't think you quite understand Your Majesty. When your uncle gave the order he implied all the troops that found you were to participate."

Anara's eyes closed to narrow slits. Her hands came off her head and were balled up into fists as she looked up at the colonel. She rose to her feet and stepped forward and stood on her toes to get nose to nose with the bastard. "I will have your damn nuts cut off with or without a trial if you so much as touch either of us the wrong way." Anara was beyond angry. She didn't care if they killed her at the moment. After the deaths of her father and brothers she doubted the public or the House of Lords would believe she was accidentally killed. Not after the tape of what she did to her cousins had been released to loyalist news organizations. Her uncle now had motive. "I won't submit and you don't have the balls to kill me or take me by force. Your nothing but a third rate officer who only got your rank because daddy bought it for you."

"Why you little."

Anara opened her fists and gave the 5'11" nearly 200 pound man a shove, pushing his chest hard enough to make him step back. She then angrily gave a chin gesture towards her guard, Erika. "What, there are about three dozen of you and you had to cuff her. All you soldiers together can't hold down two girls." Anara then sneered, questioning the manhood of the colonel and the men he had with him.

Colonel Erikson's face became angry as he stepped back up to the miffed princess. "You overly pretentious little girl. The restraints aren't to keep you from fighting. They're to keep us from hurting you too much if you fight." He snarled just before dodging her right roundhouse. He then in one deft move hooked her arm and twisted, placing his right leg behind her right leg . As he flipped her to the ground his left hand unhooked the back of her bra.

Anara rolled over and was back on her feet quickly to stare at him from a few feet away. Then her face went to one of shock when she realized her bra had been unhooked. And two men with video cameras were back from the trucks and recording the event. "I will cut your heart out." she snapped at him as her hands went behind her back in an effort to hook her bra again.

"Hold it."

The colonel stepped back a few more feet and pointed to his right and her male guard who now had a gun at his temple. Anara begrudgingly brought her hands back out in front and made two fists, holding them up ready to fight. The colonel then cocked his head as if thinking. A smile came to his face, then it became angry. "You seem to have a poor opinion of me and my abilities. So here's the deal. You and me, one on one." he snarled as he removed his belt and holster, then held it out for one of his men to take.

"What are you talking about?" Anara asked with great suspicion.

"You suggested we weren't men enough, so I'm going to show you princess. You and me. When I win you and your lovely bodyguard submit to my men."

"And if I win?" Anara asked suspiciously. And if she did could she expect him to keep his word anyway?

"Why you and your remaining escorts go free." the colonel stated as he took off the chest and back pieces of his body armor then pulled his black stretchy shirt up over his head along with his T-shirt.

Anara looked at his hairy muscular chest. He may be a man pushing 50, but he kept himself up. There was no way she could trust him, but every second she delayed his attack gave hope a loyalist fraction would investigate the spotlights in the middle of nowhere. She looked back at him as if sizing him up, then asked "How do we know when one of us wins?"

Anara's stomach turned over as he laughed, then replied "I win when I cum in you little royal twat. You win when I'm dead."

"And I'm to believe your men will just let us walk away." Anara said trying to laugh off his perverted idea. This was a no win deal as she saw it. Even if she killed him she doubted his men would follow through.

"Believe what you wish. My men will obey. You on the other hand will find yourself on your back with me inside you before you know what happened if your refuse. And to make sure you ladies pay your debts, your man there will get a bullet in his brain should you not actively participate." The colonel chuckled.

"I will."

"You will play or I give the order right now." The colonel snapped as he nodded to one of his men. "Take it." He said as the man offered Anara the butt end of his knife. The 7" blade was slightly curved and razor sharp with a double edged tip, a weapon made for both slicing and stabbing.

Cornered, Anara took the weapon. She had no choice. "I will cut your heart out." She snarled. She may not be a trained soldier, but she had been given self defense lessons. And her time with Gaius wasn't al spent on the mattress.

The colonel looked a bit amused as he took a fighting stance and started to circle to his right. The men chuckled as Anara did the same and her right shoulder strap slipped allowing her bra to drop a little. Seeing she was distracted by her bra strap the colonel feigned to the left, then made a grab for her right wrist making her jump back

Now her bra strap was completely off her shoulder and the princess was about to show the world more of her than they've seen so far. The men cheered as the colonel took advantage of her distraction once more. This time he lunged towards her, grabbing her by the wrists. Anara though fell backwards and curled into a ball. She placed her feet in his mid section and threw him onto his back. As she quickly scrambled to her feet just as he did she stared angrily at him. Both her straps were now loose and her D-cup breasts were now fully exposed to the cheering men and the cameras.

Anara gritted her teeth in anger as she slipped her bra off her left arm, then switched hands with the knife to finish discarding the now useless garment. Anara fumed as Colonel Erikson grinned and chuckled. The men cheered even louder as her bra fell to the ground. Her anger grew as the bastard then commented "I get her little twat first, but why don't you guys decide who gets to tit fuck her Royal Highness first."

"Your getting ahead of yourself colonel." Anara snapped, then glanced at the cheering men. Again the colonel took advantage of her distraction by lunging at her once more. This time grabbing for her hand holding the knife while his other hand went between her legs and grabbed the back of her panties. As she and he rolled over this time he jumped to his feet while releasing her knife hand. He did however hold onto the panties and pulled her over with her landing on her ass, her panties in back now exposing her tight round butt as she quickly turned and jumped to her feet.

"Control your emotions. Do not let your opponent into your head." Anara heard Gaius's words. "When taking on a larger opponent use his size against him." Anara didn't try and pull her panties back into place. Instead she squared off against the colonel again, ignoring the taunts of his men and the cameras. If she lost this fight the cameras would be catching a lot more than her boobs and ass. "Focus on his eyes, not his hands. Watch his hips instead of his feet."

Anara spotted the colonel's right hip move forward an instant before his leg came up. When his boot approached her head she quickly ducked and swiped at his leg with the knife. "AAGGG." he grunted in pain as the knife managed to get between the top of his boot and his leg armor, putting a slice in his calf. "Lucky strike." he snapped as he hobbled back a few steps, blood trickling down his boot. The cut wasn't too deep, but afterward it would require a few stitches.

"I'll show you lucky." Anara goaded. She knew it was luck getting the knife in that small of a gap, but now it was her turn to use words to throw him off balance. "I told you you were worthless. You let a pampered girl draw first blood on you." Anara said with a big grin. And as he staggered backwards it gave her the chance to pull her underwear back up and make the audience groan. As Gaius told her, hurting a man's pride is one of the best ways to get under his skin.

Anara's wet hair clung to the sides of her face and her neck. Her firm round D-cup breasts glistened in the moon light and wobbled provocatively as she shifted her weight from side to side in anticipation of his next stroke. She would fight defensively and use her goddess given assets to distract him. As she caught his eyes ogling her perfect mounds topped with small, but hard and erect brown areolas she asked "Do your daughters know how much of a pervert you are? And what about your granddaughter? I hope some day someone does to her what your doing to me." Anara knew enough about the man to know he had 5 or 6 children, two of them daughters slightly older than she.

Maybe the granddaughter line was a bit too much she thought as she saw the anger in his eyes when he lunged at her, now seemingly more intent on hurting her than raping her. This time though he was a hair slower due to his cut calf. Anara spun away and made a slash with the blade making a slice in his right cheek just an inch or so below the eye. Again it wasn't deep, but it would require another couple of stitches. "AAARRGG!" He groaned more from frustration than pain.

Anara stood a few strides away bouncing on her toes ready for his next move, and purposely making her big boobs bounce to distract his focus. With Gaius, standing in her panties this way was a game to get him hot Now it was deadly serious. With Gaius she used her assets to lure him in for some pleasure, with the colonel it was to lure him in so she could drain his blood. She may not have made a big strike but as Gaius had taught, the little ones add up. The more small slices she made the more blood he would loose and the weaker he would get. She also had youth on her side with the man pushing 50. Sure he was in good shape, but he couldn't keep up with men in their 20's.

Anara and the colonel squared off again, circling each other and looking for an opening. The colonel hid his reaction as streamers suddenly appeared in the northern sky behind Anara. Someone in the sky was firing missiles. That was a very bad sign. The intended target was another group waiting for the princess.

As the explosions went off a few miles away and lit up the sky Anara jumped and turned her head. Colonel Erikson lunged in, knocking the knife from her hand and her onto her back. Anara quickly turned over and scampered to get free before the man got a hold of her. The princess got half way to her feet when she felt one of colonel Erikson's hands on her hip and the other in the middle of her back. She reacted quickly, diving away twisting and kicking. She in her panicked state happened to kick him in the nose, but she soon realized she had sacrificed something as well.

Anara huffed and puffed as she jumped to her feet in preparation for his next attack and was stunned to see him looking back while bringing her cotton panties to his bloody nose. Anara clenched her jaw and made her hands into fists. She doubted he was actually smelling anything through his injured nose, but his disrespectful act pissed her off. Control your emotions." she mumbled to herself as the men watching cheered and made rude comments.

"You think a princess could afford to be trimmed better."

"I like a little bush."

"Does she smell sweet like a princess should?"

Colonel Erikson threw her panties to his men, then sneered at her. Missiles were now attacking troops to the south. He heard no helicopters and no planes giving him the knowledge the 1st fleet was now in orbit. Soon they would be coming for him. He had to complete his mission soon. As some of his men moved away to take up defensive stations he turned his attention to his duty, making sure Princess Anara could not claim the throne.

"You seem to have lost a few things princess." he taunted as he moved a couple steps closer.

The colonel wasn't the only one who had an idea what all the explosions were. She stared her bouncing on her toes again while keeping an eye on his hips and eyes. The eyes that kept glancing to her boobs and crotch. "Your running out of time old man." she taunted. She knew she needed him to make another mistake hoping it would give her a chance to get the knife back. It was on the ground behind him after he moved to block her.

"Besides other things you will learn to respect your elders." he scolded as he moved in closer.

Anara bobbed back and forth looking for an opening. "I respect my elders, just not pathetic excuses for human beings." she chuckled back in an effort to spur him into a mistake. As he lunged for her she tried to spin out of the way. "AAAGGG." she yelped as he caught a fistful of her short black hair and pulled her in off balance.

The colonel laughed and the few men still standing there laughed as he yanked her to hip back first. Before Anara knew it he had her in a full Nelson. Anara kicked feebly threatening "I will have your whole family imprisoned for this."

The colonel laughed as he carried the struggling young girl over to a couple of his men. "Go ahead boys. Check'm out."

"Don't you dare." she snapped while kicking at the soldiers. With the much bigger and stronger man having her in a secure hold and her feet off the ground there was little she could do but kick and threaten as three sets of hands reached in to grope her chest. A chest only Gaius and the royal doctor had touched before.

"Men moving in from the east sir." one of his men called out. "800 yards out. About 25 of them."

"Well I'd like to have more fun, but I have my orders." The colonel grunted as he used his strength to spin Anara around and drive her face first to the ground.

After grunting Anara tried to wiggle free. "No.No.I will kill you for this." she yelled as the colonel sat on her back and released his grip of his right hand. Anara tried her hardest to wiggle free as she felt and heard him trying to get his cock free of his pants.

"EEERRRGGG.NO!" she yelled as she felt something against her ass and his right hand forcing it's way under her arm again. She knew she had to keep moving. As he laid down on top of her and regained his hold she kept wiggling her butt to stymie him. "NNOOO!" she growled with all her inner strength to deny him. She knew he couldn't keep her from taking the crown, she had given that up on her own. But she wasn't about to let the bastard rape her either. Not without a fight.

"Relax princess. It'll all be over soon." the man chuckled in her ear as he maneuvered his cock between her legs. His eyes then opened wide as he spotted the red dot on her head and it move upwards, the bright red causing him to save his eyes by closing them.




Princess Sara lay on her side, Markson's right arm draped over her body and clutching her right tit. Apparently all new female slaves would spend the first few nights in his bed with him and his wife. As she lay awake with herself on one side of the bed and his wife on the other she sighed. She had never even thought of pleasuring a woman, but that was now one of her duties. She was told that when ever the 45 year old woman wanted her she was to submit. She would also be required to submit to his sons, but they weren't there at the time.

Sara had stumbled onto some hopefully useful knowledge though. Markson's teenage daughter had thrown a fit when she was led into the hotel suite by a leash. A numbered metal slave collar had been locked around her neck and handcuffs held her wrists together. The leash was attached to her collar. At least he opted for a collar instead of branding her she thought. He had told the lock smith he didn't want a mark on her perfect body. The collars could not be removed without help and contained a tracking chip.

After the show Sara had been issued a slinky, but not overly slutty black dress to wear. There was also some nice high heels and a jeweled tiara. She was his prized attraction and she would look the part in public. But otherwise she was just his slave and would be treated as such.

When she was brought to the hotel suite Markson's young daughter screamed at him. "HOW COULD YOU?....YOU KNOW WHAT MY FRIENDS AND I THINK OF SLAVERY AND THE WHOLE DAMN CASTE SYSTEM." There was a lot more. But Sara got the impression the girl and, from what she said, her sisters and friends didn't believe in the old ways. She was more in line with the beliefs the rebels extolled. Sara never would have thought her best advocate at the moment would be a rebel intent on turning the empire on it's ear.

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