BEWARE THE SWARM - Part 4

By Snakeman


Princess Stara bobbed her head and clenched her eyes shut. This second cock was going much smoother than her first one, and the poor guy was also less endowed. Where the first guy had eight inches and what Andromeda, Andromeda being the name of the girl in the Blow Booth with her, called a good size this guy was barely five inches. After the matron of the facility pounded on the door and threatened to call guards in to throw her out, Stara had little choice but to suck a few dicks. So like the other girl, Stara had stripped down to her panties and hung her clothes on hooks that were on the door. Her sandals were also removed and placed out of the way to keep them from getting cum on them. The princess kept her last few bracelets on and flipped her sister's pendant around so it was in back of her as she found herself in a situation that required her to pleasure men.

Andromeda had explained to the princess how to adjust her bench and the kneeling bench against the wall to a comfortable height so depending on which she chose to use her mouth would line up with the two and a half inch diameter hole where the customer would stick his cock through. On his side he would adjust the platform he was standing on to the right height. Andromeda explained how after the blowjob started the man might put more coins into the slot, that would be his request to open the holes for his hands to pass through. The all business blonde explained that Stara could hold out for more, but if she held out for too much the man could become frustrated and give a bad comment to the matron. Besides Andromeda had explained "Letting him play with your tits will make him cum faster. Time is money. But no matter what, don't open the hole under his cock. Never reach through to tickle his balls no matter how much he offers. He could grab your wrist and hurt you."

Andromeda glanced to the side as she too plied her trade. Her student was doing fine and had gotten a ten mark tip after her first blow job. Ten mark tip, half of the 20 marks for the blow job with the house getting the other ten and 20 marks more for letting the guy fondle her tits. At least the guy didn't hold her head and cum down her throat but Andromeda, or Andy as she liked to be called, knew it was just a matter of time before some man did. But then those guys usually tipped better. It was a kind of code.

Stara couldn't believe the size of the cock Andy was working on. Her customer had showed up first and had the princess' eyes opened wide in shock. The big monster barely fit though the hole and had to be nearly a foot long. Andie had just grinned wickedly and explained they came in all sizes and that ones this big are rare. Though they did tend to tip better and if you could stuff the whole thing down your throat the tip would be well worth the effort. And if they didn't tip they could count on a blow girl to scream her head off at them. Nothing makes a guy fall in line faster than to have attention drawn to him by being loudly labeled a cheap bastard or a creep. Along with the laws protecting the identities of the girls there also developed a code of conduct that the girls themselves oversaw.

Stara tried to think of other things rather than what she was doing. After all she was a princess and should be the one being serviced somehow, like a maid filling her bath or bringing her a cool drink on a warm day. Sucking cock was beneath her status, wasn't it? The princess bobbed her head, sliding the man's cock in and out of her mouth. She'd take a few seconds to flick her tongue around the man's tip, then stuff his member back into her mouth. The customer stroked her hair with his left hand while his right fondled her left tit. He was squeezing it harder than the first guy, but not to the point of hurting her. To her own surprise Stara found the groping of her breasts by a faceless stranger enjoyable, not that she'd ever admit such a thing being a princess and all.

Stara glanced to the side as she heard more coins clink into Andie's cup. Then watched in a bit of shock as the girl stood up and turned around. She slid her panties down to her knees as she backed up to the wall. "It's okay." she whispered as she saw the princess' concerned face. "There's no obligation to do this, but he paid 100 marks." she finished as the man's big hands latched on to Andy's hips.

Andy reached between her legs with her left hand to align the mans cock with her damp hole. The man could have gotten this out on the street from the dozens of whores working, but even a low class whore was a good 200. But to Andie it was more about keeping her honor. She'd get 10 marks for the blowjob, 20 for the man playing with her tits and now 100 for letting him fuck her. Then there was the tip. She wouldn't get 200, but her identity wouldn't be known. And the man would have to settle for what she'd give him. A street whore would be open to anything her customer wanted, where as she still had her choices. And unlike a street whore her ass was totally off limits no matter how much the customer offered.

"NNNGGGRRGG." Andy grunted loudly as the big cock stretched her tight young pussy. The 20 year old had done this a handful of times mostly because the money was good and no one would know it was her, but she'd never been fucked by a cock this big. She'd sucked off big ones, but that was it. Andy noticed the concerned look on Princess Stara's face when seeing the pain and strain on hers. "It's fine." The blonde grunted and forced a smile to her face. "Just concentrate on your guy."

Stara couldn't help but watch Andy out of the corner of her eye. As the tight little blonde rocked on her heels, sliding as much as she could of the huge cock into her hot little snatch, Stara lost her focus. Andie massaged her own breasts and bit her lower lip. Her eyes were closed as her ass started hitting the thin but strong plastic wall that separated them from the customers.

Stara was so focused on Andie she didn't realize her guy stiffened and loudly groaned. As he grabbed hold of her head with both hands and held her tightly the princess' hands flailed about in panic. The sound of Stara gagging loudly got Andy's attention, the teacher opened her eyes in time to see cum erupt from the royal's mouth.

Andy bit her lip and chuckled first, then shook her head. The older girl slammed her fist against the wall between her and Stara and angrily shouted "HEY.IT'S HER FIRST DAY." To her the bastard should know better when using a girl in a training booth. The damn thing was labeled as such on their side.

Stara gagged and gasped for air as her head was released. Andy looked on with a big grin as Stara quickly bent over the sink, spitting the fowl spew out. "It's not that bad." she chuckled as Stara turned on the water so she could rinse out her mouth. As the princess rinsed out her mouth Andy looked at the payment cup on Stara's side, ready to scream at him again. Embarrassment was the biggest weapon in a blow girl's arsenal. As 20 marks clinked into the cup Andy turned her attention back to her customer. If the bastard tried to jip Stara after making her swallow his load Andy would have made sure every customer in the place knew what a cheap little prick he was. Little being the operative word.




Mae stood on a roof top of a seven story building near downtown wondering how the hell she was going to find Stara in a city of millions. Dressed as Lotus Blossom and invisible she had raced to the outskirts of Lakeside and quickly found Cobblers Inn. At least that's how some people she overheard referred to the place. A bar with some guest rooms over it had a sign that pictured a women's shoe. But now she was standing on the roof top with her power suit off again to conserve power, staying cloaked too long would use up her suit's energy supply. She had her woolen cloak on with the hood up and had her jaw clenched. How was she to find the princess and get her the 6 miles or so to the contact point? Mae could be invisible, but Stara couldn't.

Across the street was a big arena and the concert had just begun. Through Mae didn't know the lyrics, to Mae the sound was pure Rock and Roll. There were no electric guitars, but there was a loud drum beat. Then there was the distraction in her mind of seeing some guy jerking off as she scaled the other side of the building to get up on the roof. She would have thought if a guy was going to do that he'd close the curtains or something. And as she studied the street below she made a few other observations. Like there were way too few cars for a city this size, she hadn't seen anyone stop to pay while getting on the few busses she'd seen and there were numerous places where people came from and went underground giving her the impression there was a subway. If the subway was free too then free public transportation would explain how a city this size could function without everyone driving. But a crowded subway would do her and Stara no good, they'd get seen too easily and have less options for escape.

"FREEZE..DON'T MOVE OR SAY ANYTHING!" The young cop nervously pointed his gun at Mae. He moved off to her side where she could see him in the corner of her left eye. Security cameras had picked up the Shadow Warrior on the roof top, and her transformation back into a normal girl before putting her cloak back on. He had no idea that she had to speak in order to change, but after seeing what she had done to a dozen highly trained solders less than an hour before he wasn't about to take any chances. Help was on the way and he'd keep his distance until that help arrived.

Mae swallowed hard as she spotted him. His gun pointed at her, his hands shaking. Changing back into her power suit would only take a few seconds, but a bullet could kill her in a fraction of that time. Then again she thought, the way his hands were shaking his gun could go off anyway.

"Good work Rodgers." another voice said from behind Mae. Upon hearing those words Mae saw the tension in the cop off to her side wane, and knew she was now in big trouble.

"It's her Sarge.the call came over the audio and I got up here as fast as I could." the young cop replied excitedly.

"That's good work Rodgers.Why don't you put your gun away.we got her covered." the sergeant said, sounding worried himself the kid's gun would go off. Mae on the other hand wasn't just worried about the kid, but was wondering just how many snuck up on her. She was also mentally kicking herself for letting it happen. This wasn't something she could tell her grandfather or great grandfather about. They had taught her to use all her senses, having then sneak up on her was a major failure on her part.

Mae figured she'd have to allow herself to be taken. She'd have to wait until she was free of guns pointing at her to change or there was a more immediate danger to her life. Mae sighed in frustration as the kid put his gun away and a pair of older more experienced cops came into view with their guns pointed at her, one on each side. Another came up from behind to cuff Mae's hands behind her back. Then her hood was pulled back as a cloth gag was brought around her head. "What the?" one of the men gasped when seeing her Asian facial features.

"You think she's one of them mutants Sarge?" one of the others asked as a small red ball gag was placed in her mouth. The leather covered wooden ball tasted horrible, but at least it wasn't hard Mae thought.

Mutants? They had mutants? Mae pondered the thought. Why hadn't Stara or anyone else mentioned them? They were human so to Mae it only seemed reasonable they'd have mutants as well. From her understanding mutant DNA in humans could go back thousands of years. But why hadn't she seen or heard of any? And then she thought of how Stara had ordered the Red Wholl away. Was she a mutant?

"That will be up to the military to ascertain and handle." the sergeant replied sending a chill up Mae's back.

With her hands cuffed and her mouth gagged, Mae was turned around. She could now see a total of 6 men and one woman. Guns were still pointed at her as the sergeant stepped forward and flipped Mae's cloak open and off her shoulders.

At least no one commented on her body she told herself as the sergeant stepped around back of her and took her sword. With her wearing just a pair of black panties and a halter top the cops at least seemed to be acting professionally.




General Carpenter sat down at his desk in his quarters. He had showered, shaved and brushed his teeth before getting some rest leaving him one last thing to do first. Checking the clock to see that back home on the colony world of Balris 3 it was early morning the old man typed in the commands to make his computer call home.

As he sat waited he thought back to when they first met and how things had changed over the years. As a nearly 19 year old first year cadet he had attended a ball celebrating the 100th anniversary of the empire's formation. 100 years since the 3 worlds and the colonies were finally brought under one government.

Alexander remembered being dragged along by his new best friend David, his wife Helena's older brother. As the two of them stood off to the side chatting she walked in and his whole life changed. Long blonde hair draped over her bare shoulders. A sky blue strapless evening gown that matched her eyes was mature yet still had an element of youth. She was just 16 then, but his heart stopped for a moment when first seeing her. That had never happened to him before. He had had his share of crushes and sexual partners, but with her it was like a switch inside him was suddenly flipped on.

He remembered Helena smiling brightly when spotting her brother that she hadn't seen in the months since he left for his training. This was the first time they'd been allowed off the base in that time and Alexander being far from home and didn't know anyone so David had asked his sister to be Alexander's date for the night and to bring along one of her friends to be his escort for the evening.

After the introductions David and his date, a stunning brunette, slipped away to the dance floor leaving Alexander and Helena alone. It took years, but Alexander won her heart and they were married shortly after her 18th birthday. Then after David's death in battle Helena became heir to her family's seat in the House of Lords. Her brother was the only son and she was the oldest of the 5 girls. After her father became ill she assumed his seat.

The general sat in his boxers and a bathrobe, a smile came to his face as the face of his wife of nearly 40 years came on the screen. After all these years he still adored her. Not that his eyes hadn't noticed young women around him. Some practically throwing themselves at him, but he had stayed loyal all this time.

The woman with a grey perm forced a smile to her face as was her usual morning ritual. She knew he adored her, but she more like tolerated him. At least at first. To him the marriage was for love, to her it was an arranged marriage of convenience. After that first date and her father found out his family had made a fortune in the technology sector he insisted she keep seeing Alex even though his family was of a lower caste.

Helena still remembered the screaming match with her father, and him informing her of the hard facts of life. How her grandfather squandered the family fortune leaving them nearly broke. They were a family of royal blood in name only and would be completely broke in just a few years. At that time they would lose their seat in the House of Lords. She had a title and he had money and they both had contacts, it was that simple to her father. If she didn't marry him their family faced ruin, and loss of their high stature.

Dressed in a woman's business suite the grey haired woman stared back with her home office as a backdrop and gave her usual morning response. "I want a divorce." It was an inside joke. She had grown to love him, but was never in love with him, and had kept her affairs secret and out of public view.

"Your Scova Ma'am." Helena's handsome young aide said as he placed a steaming cup of a drink similar to coffee down on the desk just off screen.

"Thank-you Mark." the woman replied as her eyes left the screen to watch her young aide's backside as he left. She had enjoyed her share of aides in her day and would love to bed this one, but alas her looks were fading and attracting someone like him wasn't as easy as before. She could order him to bed or offer a quid pro quo deal, but there would be ripple effects that could drag her family's name through the mud. So she kept things quiet and always placed her husband first, when he was around. He would never be denied her body, at least up to now he hadn't been denied. But she was getting older and starting to lose interest in such things, though keeping young attractive aides was helping. It gave her something to close her eyes and picture when Alex and she had sex.

Alex suspected some of his wife's infidelities, but was blinded by love and the fact her family's name helped get him to where he was now. Deep inside he kept telling himself when he retired they'd have more time together and things would get better "I made arrangements for your birthday for us at the resort in Athens by the sea side." he said with a grin. It was her favorite place to relax and be pampered.

Before anything else could be said the call came over the intercom. General Carpenter please call the bridge. General Carpenter please call the bridge." The general and his wife shared glances. They both heard the urgency in the call. Urgency like neither of them had heard before.




"TRY AGAIN." T'nel shouted from one of the access tubes as she finished making another adjustment to a power coil.

Lucas Martel's face showed some concern, but they still had some time. The ship's sensors showed the search vessels on the surface would pin point their location shortly. It would be longer before divers or more likely subs, considering frail human bodies, could get to them. T'nel and Lucas figured to be long gone though. The ship's engines were almost ready, but not the cloak. Without the cloak they'd stay submerged and thus hidden from view until they could repair the ship as much as possible.

Lucas flipped a few switches and had a quizzical expression on his green face. By all accounts and thousands of years experience the engines should fire, but he was still getting warning lights on the console. Then he felt something, not physically but rather with his mind. The entity was back.

Lucas folded his arms across his chest and sat back in his high back and comfy pilot's seat. He looked from side to side not seeing anyone as expected. Whoever this entity was he or she was strong and he wouldn't want to anger them. But he figured it was about time the entity knew he knew it was there. "I understand. You don't want us to act just yet. But we need to move and soon." he said calmly as he turned and looked to the copilot's seat where his mind had finally pinpointed the center of the unseen mind.

Lucas grinned when in the corner of his eye he saw the last of the red lights go out. "THAT SHOULD DO IT." he shouted to T'nel and had a little chuckle as the entity was gone again having finished checking up on them.

T'nel laid on her back in the access tube thinking these places weren't built for someone very big, or with a chest much bigger than hers. As the power cables lit up and the hum of the engines could be felt she now had to crawl out on her back without contacting the few jumper cables now stretching across the small space a mere few inches higher than her nipples at the moment. Contacting one wouldn't kill her, but it would hurt like hell and leave an embarrassing mark.

Lucas came to the hatch and knelt down. He reached in with his right hand to grab T'nel's and pull her out. "AAAAGG.DAMN IT." the O'tean warrior shouted as her knee contacted one of the jumper cables. At least it was her right knee she thought as Lucas pulled her free of the tube.

"She was here again, wasn't she?" T'nel asked when seeing the smug look on Lucas' face.

"I can't tell if it's a he or she." Lucas chuckled letting T'nel know he knew more than he was saying. She'd known him a long time and could read him like a book, most of the time.

"It has to be Lunara."

"Does it?" Lucas chuckled as he stood and headed back to the controls. It was time to move to a different location and continue the repairs. He had faith that somehow they would know when the entity would allow them to act in some fashion. For now it seemed the entity wanted them to stay out of the picture as it were.



Stara looked at the pictures hanging on the living room wall of Andromeda's apartment. As Andy showered Stara waited. Andy had pointed out who was who before going to clean up before trying to find a way to get Princess Stara to her meeting, and then home. Andy and her family cared not for any of the royals, but they did dislike certain ones more than the others, Prince Glattus being one of the latter.

The first photo was of Andy's older sister, Amanda, in her cadet uniform. The very attractive blonde was now an officer in the military. Andy explained that their father was career military and had managed to get his oldest into the military academy with a royal scholarship before his death. Their mother had died a few years earlier.

With the death of her parents and her older sister in the military it fell to Andy to take care of the family. Her older sister sent most of her pay home yet with that and her pay from the factory more money was still needed to make sure her family was taken care of, thus her visits to the blow booths. Her brothers and sisters would get educations and they would live a middle class life if she had to suck off a hundred cocks a week.

After the picture of Amanda was Andie, then the picture of another very pretty blonde. Mary, according to Andie, just turned 18 and was just about to graduate primary schooling. She would then attend the best college their limited budget could afford to study law.

There were other children falling in line from oldest to youngest where there was a familiar looking face at the end of the line. Andy said his name was Michael and he was Amanda's son. He was about 7 and Stara saw a hint of fear in Andie's eyes when she jokingly commented the boy looked like pictures of her brother Hero she'd seen at the same age.

Andy stood under the shower spray mentally kicking herself in the ass. How could she get involved with something like this? How could she even think of giving Princess Stara the 3200 marks she had saved for Mary's education? And that still wouldn't be enough. That money and the money the 2 of them just made along with the rent money sitting in the cookie jar was still a good 500 short. And the rent was due the next day. Mr. Prescot, the landlord, was a prick about paying on time. He was also a bit of a letch, always making lewd comments of how he'd like to bed her. And the way he ogled Mary steamed Andy. The bald pudgy man was old enough to be their father. Andy had numerous times firmly informed the man that she and her sister were not whores for rent. She may give blowjobs for money, but no one that knew them knew that.

Andy sighed as she silently prayed to the goddess for the right answer. Helping Princess Stara should she or her sisters fail to gain the throne could bring ruin to her family should Prince Glattus find out. Even if Princess Stara gained the throne and her uncle discovered who helped her his friends could seek revenge. And there were still other factors to consider, mainly her young nephew Michael. And what if Princess Stara discovered the truth about Michael? How does one explain to a naïve princess who just hours before hadn't even given a blowjob that her father was a rapist? And how could she explain that Glattus not being able to bed Amanda because she had been touched by the king had taken his frustration out on her. When her sister claimed rites of a royal consort Prince Glattus had found out about her. He visited her school during her senior year, just after her 18th birthday, and had her summoned to the office. She had never bothered to tell Amanda the bastard took her virginity just as his older brother took hers, bending her over the principal's desk. Her screams were heard by the secretaries, one of whom raced after her and into a girls room down the hall afterwards. With their mother dying when she was young and her sister gone Mrs. Morton helped her cope with the aftermath.

Andy sighed deeply as she pondered the big questions. She started washing herself knowing Princess Stara couldn't stay around too long. Her brothers, sisters and nephew all had after school programs that allowed her to make extra money before coming home from the factory to cook them supper and clean the house. But they'd be home in a few hours and the princess needed to be gone. And if they could put Princess Stara on the throne maybe they could petition her to keep Lord Glattus away from Mary and her other sisters. She got the feeling his anger with Amanda wasn't fully satisfied by his raping of her.

Princess Stara continued to study the pictures, especially young Michael's, in the darkened room. The video was on behind her going over the news of the day and the curtains were drawn so no one could see in. The news show was going over a survey taken concerning events of the last few days. After what Anara had done to her cousins her support amongst the people was nearly as low as their uncle's. Out of the her, her sisters and Prince Glattus, Stara led in the pole with just a 32% approval rating. The big surprise being the category leading the pole with nearly 40% was the hope an unknown royal would step forward to claim the throne. Seemed the people were more than a little upset by the shenanigans going on in the struggle for power.

"ANDY.I'M HOME.DRAMA CLUB WAS CANCELED TO--day."

Stara turned quickly with an expression of pure shock as a young blonde girl wearing a knee length floral print dress came barging in the back door. Stara cringed as the stunned girl's jaw dropped when recognizing her. Her cloak was hanging over the arm of the sofa and the princess was easily recognizable in her toga dress and the Lunara's Tear Drop pendant hanging around her neck.

"Don't." Stara fearfully gasped as Mary left the door wide open and dropped to her knees in front of the royal. "Someone will see you." Stara stated as she rushed past the awe struck girl to close the door before someone saw her inside.

"I'm your humble serv."

"Stop right there." The princess said sternly as she turned back from the closed door.

Mary looked up with a face a mixture of awe and fear. She had never expected to meet a member of the royal family, at least a known one and not after what happened to Amanda. Her nephew didn't count, and she wasn't supposed to know Michael's true paternity. On his birth registry it was recorded as father unknown. Such an answer put her older sister's reputation in question, but sometimes a lie was better than the truth. Mary wasn't supposed to know the whole truth, but she was old enough at the time to have heard things and listened in on the conversations between her two older sisters.

"Please stand and treat me as you would anyone else. And don't use my name or refer to me in any way that someone could hear and know who is here with you." Stara said softly as she smiled down at the stunned girl. She couldn't blame the girl though, it wasn't everyday a commoner found someone from the high house in their apartment.

"Yes your.." Mary paused mid statement as she stood up slowly when Stara cringed. "Sorry."

"It's okay ..Just take a few deep breaths and calm down." Stara replied while rolling her eyes. She gave a deep sigh and shook her head, then grinned at the girl. "You're Mary aren't you. Your picture doesn't do you justice. You are beautiful."

"You can't be here..I mean you shouldn't...I mean." the young blonde stammered with a fearful tone. Knowing her nephew's paternity she knew the danger he and all of them would be in if attention were drawn to their household.

"I am truly sorry for bringing my troubles to your humble home. I have no one I can trust right now. But I have no intention of staying long. I will be on my way as soon as I thank your sister for helping me hide for just a little while." The saddened princess replied. She saw the fear in the girl's eyes and knew just why it was there. Her uncle's men would not care whom they hurt or even killed to get their hands on her. The longer she stayed the more danger they were in.

"I'm sorry.I didn't mean to." Mary started to say while she cringed. She had just insulted the princess by speaking without thinking or choosing her words more carefully. Stara raising her hand stopped her midsentence.

"You are right."




General Carpenter sat at the head of the conference table with several members of his senior staff with him, including Captain Amanda Smith. No one yet knew why the beautiful junior officer was there, but they soon would.

On a flat panel view screen at the far end of the darkened room played images that had been transmitted from the colony moon Bettus 5. The 5th moon around the gas giant Bettus was Earth size and held a population of nearly a hundred million under shields designed to provide protection from the planet's radiation. Bettus was in the system containing rebel held Audra with a population of two billion, and where Princess Sara was being held as a slave.

News footage that was being blocked from the general population showed savage little winged creatures attacking a small village, eating men, the old and the very young. The rapes of several young healthy women were also being broadcast. Then the camera went dead after the god awful screams of the news crew.

The video was cut off and the lights were turned back on to show the faces of sickened and shocked officers. They had all seen combat, but nothing like that. An enemy that would think of them as their next meal was something complete different from anything they had dealt with before. Rebels were one thing, these creatures were something very different.

General Carpenter had a concerned expression on his face as he paused for a moment to let what they had just seen sink in. He then took a deep breath and began. "Just a short time ago an unknown ship entered our space and was quickly approached by 4 of our heavy cruisers, which were just as quickly obliterated. Just days ago our ships encountered another unknown ship while out to retrieve Princess Stara. That ship had been heavily damaged. In the wreckage of the other ship we detected bodies seemingly the same as the ones in this footage."

"Are we suggesting these aliens attacking our outpost are at war with the aliens that took Princess Stara from her craft? Or are we to assume this is just coincidence?" An older officer on the general's right asked.

"It's too early to tell, but when dealing with any outsider caution should be the rule. After these events it's quite clear we are not capable of defeating some of the peoples out there. But that's not to say we won't fight. We are a free people and we will fight to stay that way. General Carpenter replied with conviction. Anyone trying to conquer them would find it a difficult task. That ship might have destroyed 4 ships, but planetary defense satellites around more populous worlds had more fire power, and were unmanned.

The general then glanced to his left and the blonde female captain sitting with a stuffed folder in front of her. Captain Amanda Smith was an astronomer and the astro-navigator. "Captain Smith?"

Amanda took a deep breath, more to settle her nerves more than anything. She had no intention at the moment to tease the men by taking a deep breath in her tight blouse, but things happen. This was where she hoped to show the general she deserved the opening on his staff, and the promotion that with it. She had bypassed channels to get her hands on the latest images from the empire's long range scanning devices.

Amanda stood up, opened the file and started dealing out photographs to the senior officers. She forced herself not to get overly excited, a squeaky voice or some stammering could derail her plans. "These first images are from the Prince Markus Subspace Detection Array. These images were obtained over the last day or so. They indicate a strong subspace field entering the galaxy here." she started while holding up one of the images and pointing to a small blue dot.

"Are you suggesting these creatures came from another galaxy?"

"Yes, Major Gronski..That's exactly what I'm saying." Amanda said with a stern but not insulting glare at one of the men competing for the General's aide spot as well. The 50 year old fighter pilot commander was getting too old to keep doing his present job and was looking for a new challenge. Amanda wanted to look sure of herself, but being insulting to a senior officer for interrupting her wouldn't help her cause.

As the men around the table exchanged shocked expressions Amanda passed out more pictures. "And if this data is correct this ship could be just the first of hundreds or even more." The array's computer had automatically scanned back behind the ship into intergalactic space.



"What are you trying to say?" Commander Z'lar asked. She was sitting in her quarters with her science officer, Sub-commander Ba'ar, and getting extremely annoyed her sulking was interrupted. How could her superiors order her to wait for reinforcements before going after that one lone Swarm ship? Now a colony world with limited defenses was under attack. Z'lar felt strongly that destroying that ship before the beasts made a landfall as it were and gained a foothold in the galaxy was the best solution. Z'lar felt her superiors were making a big mistake and underestimating the threat.

Z'lar had retired to her quarters to sulk after a loud discussion with her superiors. She was sitting in her small living room on a soft sofa when Br'ar interrupted her with a stack of papers and calculations. Star charts, satellite photos and long range sub-space scans were also in the mix the overly excited science officer had with her. And Z'lar was getting a bit annoyed by the science beauty's DD boobs bouncing about as she excitedly tried to explain her findings.

"What she's saying in a long winded way is this is just the scout ship, out in front of the main force." Nova stated as she appeared in a flash with the two O'teans.

Great, just great Z'lar thought. First her science officer makes her think this whole walking around unclothed thing is long overdue to be reexamined. Then the stowaway Olympian pops in naked as well with blue skin and white hair as if trying to blend in.

Br'ar was getting the feeling the captain was more than just a bit annoyed with the situation, but what she had discovered was too important not to pass on. "Before the ship changed course it was on a heading for O'tea. Tracing back it's course indicates it came from the Intarga Galaxy." The Intarga Galaxy being satellite galaxy some 3 million light years away, thousands of years at low warp speeds.

Z'lar arched her eyes with that bit of news. She had visited the Intarga Galaxy years before on her first tour of duty. Several survey missions found the galaxy devoid of advanced intelligent life. All developed civilizations had long before been destroyed. Now they had proof the theories about The Swarm were true. "Are you sure?"

"Ma'am." Br'ar answered with fear in her voice as she pulled a few computer generated images from the folder she brought with her. "Each of those small dots is a subspace field heading this way."

Z'lar had a chill run up her spine as she looked at the images of intergalactic space. Thousands of dots, some no bigger than a pinhead, showing ships that were anywhere from days to decades out. All traveling at low warp to presumingly conserve energy. With intergalactic space so vast it wasn't unexpected for the ships to not have been detected to this point. Why would anyone look for someone taking a trip that would take thousands of years to make? The sheer number of ships was horrific, but Z'lar also had questions that she doubted Nova or Br'ar could answer. Like why were they headed for O'tea? And why did they suddenly change their minds and attack the human worlds? The humans weren't developed enough yet to attract the attention of The Swarm. They could serve as food, but the females wouldn't survive producing the first litter of the beasts. The women would die during the birth process. The swarm prospered by using sheer numbers to overwhelm their targets. Attacking the humans might not give them enough new members to replace those lost. What it would give them though as a base of operations to start their conquest of this galaxy.

Z'lar took a moment to think things over then looked to her science officer. "I want a senior staff meeting to discuss the situation before the T'hal and the Cr'sha arrive."

"Yes, Ma'am." Br'ar replied. The young science officer, with a feeling she just impressed her superior, gathered her stuff quickly and left.

Commander Z'lar then gave the young goddess a thoughtful gaze. "Is there something your not telling us? Why did the Swarm hesitate in attacking you?"

Nova's skin color changed back to it's normal white and her hair became longer and darker. She looked to be thinking a moment then shook her head. "All I can say having never met the creatures before is that it was not myself they were interested in."

"HEY!?..WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?" Z'lar screamed as Nova vanished upon finishing her statement. If the creatures weren't after Nova, who were they after? Nova knew more and Z'lar was sure of it. But getting the young goddess to tell would prove to be a battle in itself.


"That was a good job captain." General Carpenter stated, taking a moment from his conversation with the ship's doctor to compliment Amanda for her presentation. Standing in the hallway outside the conference room Dr. Poleski had been gruffly expressing his opinion that the general needed to get some rest.

"Thank-you sir."

"Never mind changing the subject Alex. I insist you get some sleep before I'm forced to take measures to insure you do." the short older man with grey hair growled before shuffling away.

"Does Elsa know what a grouch you are sometimes?" the general called after him with a chuckle. He and the doc were old friends and he knew the old coot was just looking out for him, and the fleet. It wasn't a good thing for a commander to get overly tired. Doing so would dull one's mind and could cost lives.

"AND SHE MARRIED ME ANYWAY." the doc shouted back as he kept walking away.

Amanda grinned with the general distracted for a moment, she saw opportunity. Beyond her scientific interests she knew a few things. She knew how to relax a man. When he turned around and almost bumped into her Amanda grinned and gave the older man a stern glare. "He's right, you'll do no one any good if you don't get some rest. Sir."

"The empire's under attack and we still have the crown to award." The general gruffly stated as he turned away again and started to walk away.

Amanda wasn't about to give up easily though. The pretty blonde officer gave chase, walking at a surprisingly brisk pace to keep up with the older man she made points for her case. "The fourth fleet will assess the situation, but won't get there for several hours. And as for the crown, unless Princess Anara arrives in the courtyard and stakes her claim then you have plenty of time to get some sleep. Anyone but Princess Anara would have to wait until after the moons align to stake their claim." With Princess Sara publicly ruined it was up to her sister to stake her claim and prove her innocence. Only if Princess Anara were to not stake her claim would others be considered.

"I will get to it."

"I'll bet you I can get the doctor to make it a medical order, sir." the captain stated firmly as she jumped in front of him, standing in his path. Chin up, and chest out (Chest way out, she was going to use her goddess given assets to full affect.) The captain put a stern expression on her face trying to convey the fact she wasn't bluffing.

"Threatening a superior officer could ruin one's career."

"And keeping you healthy could save the empire." Amanda replied while squinting her eyes. "I would gladly sacrifice my career for the empire." He was the best military mind the empire had. If this was as serious a situation as she and the others suspected he was going to need to be on his game.





"No way, no how!" Andromeda leaned over the kitchen table where she, her sister Mary and Princess Stara sat to figure out how to get enough money for Princess to get home. Mary had suggested she sleep with the landlord in exchange for free rent.

"Oh please Andy. It's not like I'm a virgin. I even had sex with Tracy's dad. And the way that old coot looks at me I'd bet I can get two months free rent. I'd ask for three and settle for two." Mary replied as she also leaned over the table with a smug expression. And if she could get the three she'd tell her sister she only got two and have some extra money for herself. She knew she was attractive and how just about every man ogled her. And like their older sister, Amanda, she wasn't afraid to use her goddess given looks or her body to get what she wanted.

Stara was beginning to think she made a huge mistake coming here with the way these sisters argued. In the palace things were simple, just do as Anara said. The two sisters both did seem to be protective of their nephew though, both dodging questions concerning young Michael who Stara was more and more suspicious that he was somehow related to her. Stara had for older brothers who were all old enough to have fathered a boy Michael's age.

Stara looked back and forth as the sisters tried to stare each other down. Andy was to the right with Mary on her left. "Maybe I should just go to the temple." Stara was beginning to think the costs were getting to high. Besides, she thought, why not let her uncle take the damn throne. With his overbearing ways the rebels would assassinate him within a month or two anyway.

"You wouldn't get within a hundred feet of the temple. Your uncle is sure to have agents everywhere you might find help." Andy stated insistently as she sat there with long damp blonde hair and wrapped in her bath towel. Andie then gave her sister and angry glare. "What do you mean you slept with Tracy's father? He's like in his 50s." She had suspicions her sister wasn't innocent, but had no idea she was having sex with older men.

"But they won't be watching us and Mr. Prescot." Mary countered with a smug expression as she sat back and folded her arms across her chest. She had the answer. Why couldn't she get her sister to see it? Fuck Mr. Prescot's brains out, then the three of them get the rest in the blow booths. And Tracy's father wasn't the only older man she'd bedded. She knew older married men would never say a thing about their trysts. They had too much to lose by talking about her. She by now had a lot of the neighborhood men owing her favors and this would be a time to call in those markers.

"It still leaves us over 500 short."

"Then the three of us get the rest in the blow booths." Mary stated back with a look that told her sister she knew where the extra money was coming from. "If we're going to help and get our money back then we're going to have to pull out all the stops. If we don't get her home we don't get repaid."

"Blow booths?..What're.."

"Can it ..I followed you." Mary snapped back as her sister tried to act innocent. And to get a little money for herself she had sucked a few cocks in blow booths herself.

Andy sat back in her chair, clenching her jaw. She wanted Mary to go to college and make something of herself, not to be the neighborhood slut. And to that effort Andy would sacrifice herself and her own desires. After a pause the older sister took a deep breath and made her decision. "I'll have sex with him and Princess Stara and I will go to the blow booths. You stay home and keep an eye on the others"

"Mr. Prescot wants me a lot more than you. He knows your not as innocent as you act. And Rick can watch everyone for a few hours." Mary replied with just as much conviction. Their brother was 15 now and should be able to be counted on to keep an eye on things for a short time. She then had another amusing thought. "Or we could shoot for half a year in free rent by going together."



Amanda Smith sat astride General Carpenter's thighs as she gripped the man's stiff shoulders and tried to work the knots out. After walking him to his quarters, the captain threatened him again with calling the doctor as a way of getting him into bed. That and using her stern mother's voice got the job done. If it's one thing she had learned it was men of all ages react to a woman's stern motherly voice. Seemed all men deep down liked to be mothered to some extent.

The general had weakly argued that he could get himself into bed when the captain followed him into his quarters, uninvited. He gave her a stare as she refused to leave before he was actually in bed. And when he complied by stripping down to his shorts and climbing into bed Amanda noticed the older man's left shoulder was hanging slightly indicating the stress was catching up with the man so she insisted on giving him a rub down to relax him so he'd actually get some sleep.

The general had denied her offer, but Amanda insisted as she stripped off her military issue knee length skirt. If she would spend the money for tailored uniforms regulations allowed for her skirt to be mid thigh, but most of her pay was being automatically sent home. It was all the perky blonde could do not to bust out laughing as she could swear the old man was blushing when she hastily took off her blouse and her generous bust confined by only a dainty lace bra was unleashed on him, her one and a half inch diameter areolas clearly visible.

As Amanda worked the general's knots out, and massaging in a relaxing ointment, she daydreamed a little. She remembered back to when she was young and naïve, to the first time she'd been alone with a man. Her father was to be a guest at a ball in the palace to celebrate the king's birthday. With her mother dead for a few years, the perky 18 year old raided her mother's closet and by the time her father was ready leave so was she. She stood at the door with her long blonde hair braided and up in a bun wearing a strapless form fitting mid thigh length red cocktail dress that had a slit on the right that was almost high enough to show her cotton panties, she didn't have any nice ones yet and her mother's had been discarded. Also in her mother's closet were the matching shoes and a small handbag. She would have liked to have worn stockings, but none of her mother's remained and her father had kept insisting she was too young to wear them. At the door Amanda was insistent her father could not go to such a high profile event unescorted.

They lived in the capital at the time so the ride was short after her father had failed to convince her she wasn't old enough to go to a party at the palace. Amanda remembered being in awe of the grandeur of the place as her father in his dress uniform and a chest full of medals escorted her into the grand ballroom. Marble floors with gold inlays, bronze statues and priceless pieces of art decorated the huge room.

Shortly after they arrived the attention of the crowd was turned towards the main doors. The young princesses Stara and Anara were announced to the crowd, they would stay just a short time then be escorted to bed. Next was 18 year old Sara with one of her brothers, Hero who was still unmarried. The other three princes were escorted by their wives and finally the king and queen were announced as the crowd applauded.

Amanda remembered her father telling her to stay in the ballroom or just outside, but she had no clue why at the time. Not while the palace library had access to the latest data collected by the empire's deep space sensors. The palace even had it's own telescope capable of seeing the colonies sitting on the two moons overhead. And then there was always the stories of the palace's secret library.

With his back and shoulders rubbed down Amanda got off the old man to have him turn on to his back. She held back a giggle seeing the big bulge in his shorts and the way he clenched his eyes shut as she stood by with her breasts nearly exposed and a matching pair of panties that hid nothing. Her shaven mound was clearly noticeable and if she turned around he'd see her tight butt cheeks separated by just a one inch strip of material. Her choice of under garments was purely non military issue.

Amanda straddled the general's thighs again as she rubbed the ointment into his chest and continued her daydreaming. Her records had been personally examined by the king himself when her father sent in her application to the military academy, and given his years of dedicated service had requested a full royal scholarship. The records showed she was ranked fourth in her class, extremely good in a large school with few girls, and a picture of her was also included. An education was important to her parents both of whom had taught themselves to read and write. Amanda's parents had worked hard and scraped up enough money for her and her siblings to actually attend school. The benefits of a proper education would pay off in the long run they had always insisted.

As her father danced with a very attractive woman in a dress uniform, Amanda stood off to the side trying to catch her breath while sipping on a cool juice drink which had just a small bit of alcohol that she'd never tell her father about. Seemed every man at the dance wanted a turn on the dance floor with her and flirting with the young bartender got him to bend the rules slightly by spiking her drink. She had never worn high heels before and her feet were killing her, but the night was young and she was at the palace so she'd endure a lot more discomfort without so much as a peep. This night was to be a source of great envy to her friends.

As she took a sip she had a big grin as it seemed her father's dance partner seemed to be trying to lead herself, causing them to keep stepping on each others toes. To her it was nice to see a genuine smile on his face again giving Amanda the sense this woman and her father were more than just friends, about time she thought. It had been over two years since her mother died. A tap on her right shoulder made her first roll her eyes before pasting a smile on her face as she turned around to ask if he could wait until the next song. "I really need to caaaa.." Amanda's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as she looked into the smiling face of the king himself.

Wearing his space division dress uniform and having a chest full of medals the 5'10" 55 year old was in great shape, the palace had a gym and a trainer. The bald headed man with two guards standing directly behind him chuckled as the awe struck teen nearly dropped her drink. The king enjoyed that look, and what usually followed.

As Amanda climbed off the general with care to ensure she didn't wake him she thought of what a fool she was and learning how dumb she could be. "Are you sure you need to rest young lady?" he had asked. She still asked herself why it didn't bother her the king was ogling her C-cup chest at the time.

As she grabbed her blouse of the back of the general's desk chair she remember blabbering something stupid before gasping she'd love to dance with him. Besides, she'd always been taught one does not say no to the king.

The king chuckled as he took her drink from her, then taking a sip before handing it to one of his guards to discard. As she buttoned up her blouse and looked over her shoulder at the slumbering man Amanda remembered feeling like a queen that evening, as if every eye was on her while she danced with the king.

"From what my aides tell me you have an application in for the space fleet academy." he started. As she reached for her skirt she remembered blabbing her grades and club memberships and how she was totally interested in the stars. Before she knew it he had offered to let her take a look through the palace telescope.

The king must have thought her just another dumb kid as he hooked her left elbow with his right and escorted her from the ballroom followed by a handful of guards. They walked to the back corner of the palace and took an elevator up to the observatory. As she slipped on her flats she could still see the domes if Lunar Base 4. The telescope was powerful enough to even make out the buildings inside the domes. And there was an aide that brought them some of the fruity drinks she had been drinking in the ballroom, this time a bit stronger.

Amanda left the general's cabin and told the smirking guards outside he was not to be disturbed. She had been around long enough to know that by the time she got back to her quarters half the ship would think she had sex with the general. As she headed back to her quarters she remembered the next stop was the palace library to see star charts and images from the various subspace arrays. Until that day she had no idea the empire was hiding a big secret, there were other peoples out there. The king pointed out small dots on the images and explained they were subspace fields that could only be made by ships. And there were a few more drinks as he showed her the images.

Amanda entered her quarters she shared with another office who was on duty at the time and sighed before starting to undress again. She clenched her jaw as she recalled how the king excitedly said he had something else to show her. When she asked what he just chuckled and said it was a surprise. She remembered being led through the palace and told to close her eyes as she was led into a room. Even slightly tipsy she gasped when she opened her eyes to find herself in a bedroom with the biggest, grandest bed she'd ever seem.

"I should get back to the ballroom before my father panics." she whimpered as she heard the door lock click behind her. Amanda trembled with fear as she slowly turned to see the smiling man leaning against the door by himself, the guards had stayed outside. She didn't have a drink at the moment, but the king still had one. He stared at her lustfully and placed his glass on the top of the dresser to his left and those words that had been drilled into her brain her whole life came back to haunt her. "One does not say no to the king."

Amanda had just stood there trembling as the king walked towards her. "Get undressed and get on the bed." the king said calmly as he started undressing himself. Amanda remembered the man was totally calm, and why shouldn't he be calm when everything he wanted was given to him. He tossed his shirt over the back of the chair nearby and gave the scared girl a chuckle and a smile. Amanda would find out later this wasn't his first time taking what he wanted. There was a long family history of the men in the royal family doing the same thing.

She recalled being shocked at how fast the king's right hand was as it grabbed the front of her dress between her then slightly smaller C-cup breasts and yanked down before she could react. As she gasped and clutched her hands to her breasts, the king gave her a firm, but not too hard, push causing her to back up a few steps. Wearing high heels for the first time it was all she could do not to tumble over as she was backed up to the bed.

"Please.No." she whimpered. Then came another shove. "HHEEELLLPPP!" she yelled as she quickly turned while falling. She tried to scamper away across the big bed, but the king was too fast. His left hand grabbed the top of her dress and pulled her back even as she frantically tried to crawl away, dropping her purse so she could use both hands.

Amanda couldn't believe how strong he was for an old guy. As she kept trying to crawl away he held her back with his left hand while his right expertly found the tab of her zipper on the back of her dress. With the loosening of her dress Amanda was able to scoot away, albeit by scurrying out of her dress. She fearfully stood up on the other side of the bed using her right arm to cover her breasts while her left hand did a poor job of hiding her embarrassingly unstylish cotton panties. "Please?...I'm a virgin."

But the plea was of no use. Instead of his respecting her innocence he instead grinned broadly at the prospect. A real virgin was rare and his eyes lighting up told even the naïve teen that was the wrong thing to say. "Truly a gift for a king." he chuckled as he looked over the tight 18 year old virgin's body. "The goddess has been extremely good to you." he commented as he lustfully eyed her and slowly moved to his right to circle the bed. "Face of an angel and a body built to please." he lustfully added.

As he got to the corner post Amanda had no place left to go but over the bed again. She quickly jumped up on the bed and just as quickly tripped after losing her balance in the damned high heels. "AAA..OOWWW." she screamed as she just managed to get her hands out to break her fall when she fell face first onto the scatter rug over the cold stone floor.

"Are you alright?" the concerned man asked as he was quickly upon her.

"Please? No?" she whimpered as she sat up against the side of the bed. She had her knees pulled up against her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. Her head was down with her hands clutching her aching forehead.

"Let's see." the suddenly caring man said as he bent over in front of her and gently pulled her hands away from her forehead and tilted her head up. "That's gonna leave a mark." he chuckled as he also checked her eyes.

"Can I leave now?" she whimpered. Tears streaked her cheeks as she pleaded once more. She thought of lashing out like she would to just about anyone else who tried this with her, but the ramifications of such an action would be horrid for both her and her family. She'd be tried and convicted of treason, her father's career would be ruined and he too could face treason charges. If that happened her brothers and sisters would then be sold into slavery.

"It's just a bump on the forehead, you'll be fine." the king calmly replied as he helped the girl stand up then gently sat her on the edge of the bed. She clenched her arms across her crest as he slowly laid her down across the bed. He'd take advantage of the situation with the fight temporarily knocked out of her.

Amanda remembered being too stunned at the moment to react as the king flipped off her high heels chuckling "Let's get rid of these before someone really gets hurt."

Amanda tried weakly to hold onto her panties as those were close behind. Her left arm stayed glued to her chest as her right clutched the waist band of her cotton underwear in the front. But the struggle was short and the panties were ripped in the process. Yet she had kept them for the moment.

Amanda sobbed and watched through tear filled eyes as the king stepped back and kicked off his shoes before finishing undressing. He wasn't chiseled, but for a man years older than her father he was in excellent shape. 5'10" and 200 pounds of muscle were too much for the 5'4" 105 pound teen. And although he was bald, he had thick black hair just about everywhere else.

Amanda remembered her eyes were drawn to the big object standing straight out from the thick patch of hair where his legs met. His 8 inch royal scepter was the first cock she'd ever seen other than in a textbook on human anatomy, and that one was flaccid.

The teen's eyes opened wide in horror as the king grinned and took a few steps towards the bed. With her head clearing after being stunned in the fall, Amanda realized she had to get away. She turned and tried to scoot away as fast as she could, but the king was on her in the blink of an eye, using his size and strength to pin her face down on the bed.

The panicked teen clawed at the bed cover trying to get away as the king slipped his left hand under her arm pit to grip the back of her slender neck. "AARRGG." she screamed in pain as his right hand then grabbed her panties at her hip and yanked hard. "AAARRR.GGGAAA.NNOOO" she yelled as it took three more hard tugs to rip her underwear almost off. They were ripped enough for what the king needed. The crotch had been pulled up into a painful wedgie pulled up her butt and her twat deeply and hard enough to finally rip apart the portion between her legs leaving the stretched out waistband still around her waist.

"PA.LEE..EEE.EAASSEE.I'MM.A.VIR-GIN." she sobbed as the man positioned himself on top of her. She kept trying to crawl away with her free hand, feeling his rock hard shaft nestled between her tight butt cheeks as she wiggled from side to side.

The king paused most of his action long enough to ask on simple question. "Would you deny your king the greatest gift a young woman can provide?"

Amanda paused her struggle long enough to carefully think of an answer that wouldn't land her entire family in hot water. In that short time the king slid his right hand under Amanda's arm and locked his fingers behind her neck, but without applying pressure just yet. Maybe it was partly due to the alcohol or just the pressure of the moment, but Amanda couldn't come up with a proper argument. "Please, no." was all she could say.

Amanda sobbed into the bed cover as the king raised his ass and slipped his right knee between her legs. His left soon followed as Amanda, unable to think of a viable reason why he shouldn't, laid still. Amanda remembered crying like a baby into the bed covers as the king pressed his cockhead against her virgin pussy, then gave just a slight whimper as he pressed in the first few inches. The only small victory she'd be able to claim was not to scream in pain as her maidenhead was broken.

"mmpphh." Amanda used the bed to muffle her grunt as the king broke through her hymen. She had been totally defeated, but she was determined the guards in the hall wouldn't hear her scream. She was now getting more mad than scared. With the king holding her in a weak full nelson Amanda laid dormant as the ultimate ruler of her people took what he wanted.

The bed springs squeaked loudly to the rhythm of the king's rutting. And when the king was sure she wasn't fighting he pulled out and roughly turned her over onto her back. Amanda remembered seeing the blood on the comforter and between her legs as the king grabbed her by her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He stood on the floor and held onto her thighs as her feet dangled over his shoulders.

"Good girl." the king said half growling as his cock slid easily into the dormant beauty before him. Amanda stared at the ceiling as the king released her thighs and leaned over her with his hands gripping and massaging her breasts, two nearly perfect half spheres topped with one inch sized pink areolas.

Amanda clenched her jaw with determination not to scream as the man roughly mauled her chest and rutted into her aching pussy. The tears stopped momentarily as her anger grew. She looked from the ceiling and hatefully into the face of the man raping her. For the rest of her life she'd see that face, and his snarl and his predatory eyes as he took her.

When he was done, and having cum inside her, Amanda laid gasping for breath as the king got up and dressed. As he walked to the door he looked back towards his conquest with an angry expression. Amanda remembered glaring back, then his response. "One does NOT deny the king. Your application to the academy and the scholarship are denied. The guards will see you and your father out. Someday you might learn better manners."

Amanda's heart sank as her dreams were gone along with her virginity. Amanda curled up into a ball and cried hysterically as the king opened the door barking orders. "Get a maid to clean up and get.."

"I will handle this now your majesty." A woman's sharp tongue stated, stopping the king in mid sentence.

Even in her sorrow the teen could hear something strange happening. Amanda looked at the door through tear filled eyes as a woman in dress uniform walked past the stunned king and closed the doors behind her, locking the king and the guards outside.

Out of misery comes a blessing the old saying went. As Amanda laid waiting for sleep on her bed she remembered back eight years earlier to the day she met her mentor, Captain Elizabeth Carlson. As she had sobbed over the loss of her innocence and the crushing of her dreams the young blonde officer walked over to her with a stern and disapproving glare.

"Stop your useless crying and get up." the officer in her late twenties barked.

A bit confused by the woman's gruffness Amanda just looked back with a hateful stare at someone she thought was doing the king's bidding and going to toss her out. She remembered the woman giving her a half smile, then putting the stern expression back on her face before reaching down and grabbing Amanda by the right upper arm.

Amanda tried to cover herself with her arms and hands as she was yanked to her feet and marched to a big wood trimmed oval mirror standing in the corner. "Hands at your sides, cadet. You will stand at attention."

As the captain, Amanda could tell the woman's rank by the three silver pips on her collar, released her arm Amanda tried to cover herself while whining. "The king denied my.."

"Surrender is not an option." the captain quickly growled back, stopping the teen in mid sentence. As the girl used her arms to cover her private parts the captains squinted and in a gruff manor asked "Do you want to go to the academy or not?"

Amanda sniffed as she looked at the woman, a bit confused by what was going on. "But he."

"I heard him." the woman snapped back quickly. "The question is are you a quitter? If you truly wish to attend the academy then time is short. You will do as I say and follow my lead, understand?"

Amanda was getting even more confused. The king had denied her application because she didn't easily submit to his sexual desires, how could this woman change that? But as she laid on her bed in her quarters the now officer remembered the education her mentor had given her.

With nothing else to lose, with being escorted out her father's career would also be over, Amanda remembered reluctantly agreeing. And finding out Elizabeth was one of the smartest people she ever met.

"Hands at your sides cadet." Elizabeth barked as she moved Amanda to be looking directly at herself in the big mirror. As the teen reluctantly obeyed the captain then ordered "Take a good look and tell me what you see."

Elizabeth chuckled as Amanda's eye brows arched and she answered "You and me?"

"Focus on you. Even through your ruined make-up from crying and that nasty bump on your forehead anyone can see you have the face of a goddess. You have big round firm breasts and a trim waist. You have long slender and toned legs and a nice tight backside. In other words, you have a body most men would be willing to give or do anything just to have sex with you. USE IT. And after studying your transcripts it's clear you have a brain. Use it."

"Wha?" All her life her mother and father had insisted she abstain from sex, but this woman was telling her to spread her legs for lots of men?

Elizabeth's demeanor softened as she gripped the teen by the shoulders and escorted her back to the bed tossed the blood stained comforter away and sat her down, then sat next to her. "Two years ago I took the position of teaching history at the academy. In that time only a handful of young women have attended. None with your potential. I've seen your records and you would do the empire a great honor in serving, but you need to learn how to use what the goddess gave you to it's fullest potential."

"I've never had to do anything like that for good grades." Amanda angrily snapped back. Her grades were earned the hard way, through hard work and studying late into the night.

"I'm not talking about grades. I'm talking about opportunities. In life some opportunities arise once and if you really want it you must be willing to do whatever it takes to get it. This is a man's world, run by men. Men think they hold all the power and letting them think that way can work to your benefit. You must learn to understand the power of your own body and of course how not to anger the king."

After being raped and being a little drunk for the first time Amanda sat trying to make sense of what Elizabeth was telling her. She sat on the edge of the bed watching and thinking as Elizabeth stood up and walked towards a closed door some 10 feet away. "Now let's see about getting your scholarship back."

A few moments later she came out with a few damp wash cloths and a hand towel. Elizabeth spent the next several minutes washing Amanda's face, shoulders and neck. Then took the teen by the hand and escorted her into the biggest, grandest bathroom she'd ever seen. "Get in and don't get your hair wet. We don't have the time to deal with that." the officer grunted as she pointed to the 10x10 foot glass enclosed shower with over a dozen heads.

Amanda remembered being confused beyond belief, but now she could look back and understand why every step Elizabeth put her through needed to be done. As she lay on her back and stared at the ceiling she chuckled thinking how she must have smelled like a combination of hers and the king's sweat. An aroma any woman would have caught, especially one whose husband had just gone missing for over an hour.

"Why are you doing this?" Amanda whined as she stepped into the shower. Why would this officer go against the king? The result could mean the end of her career.

"Because ten years ago I was where you are now." Amanda stopped walking and turned around with a shocked expression, but before she could even ask Elizabeth sighed while rolling her eyes. "Not him.His father." She then gave the teen a small shove and closed the shower door. "Now hurry up, if this is to work we need to move fast. And don't get your hair wet."

Amanda learned a lot from Elizabeth, including how to handle situations involving the court. Unknown to her at the time Amanda learned there were privileges to having been touched by the king as it was called. Number one being she could refuse any other man of high rank without reprisal, including Prince Glattus, especially if you've been touched more than once. That rite is why Elizabeth was able to speak to the king as she had done.

After the shower Amanda toweled off and met Elizabeth back in the bedroom where it turned out the zipper on her red dress was ripped. Amanda would find out years later that it was Elizabeth herself that had done the damage. Amanda remembered being scared out of her mind as Elizabeth raided the queen's closet, finding an unworn very expensive designer dress in a shade that was even closer to that of her shoes and purse. Elizabeth also grabbed a few pairs of expensive panties ordering Amanda to put one on and the other in her purse with her ripped pair. A young woman should always carry a spare pair Elizabeth insisted. They then reapplied Amanda's make-up, paying no attention to the very noticeable bump on her forehead, Elizabeth said it fit into the plan.

"I do the talking and you answer only when directly spoken to. Understand?"

Amanda couldn't even utter a word as Elizabeth grabbed her by the right elbow and half dragged her towards the bedroom door. As the exited she growled to the guards and maids waiting "Get this mess cleaned up." It seemed Elizabeth knew they would and the queen would never hear a word of what happened. The biggest rule in the palace was to protect the king.

Amanda could still see the anger in the young queen's eyes as she spotted her red dress, but it was unclear if that look was for her, Elizabeth or the king himself as her eyes darted back and forth at the three of them. The king's eyes nearly popped out of his head and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he spotted the glittery sleeveless red dress that hugged all her curves down to her mid thighs. The vee in front was just deep enough to show just a glimpse of her breasts. This dress was a lot more demure than the one she came in with, but heads were turning anyway.

It seemed everyone converged on them at the same time. Her father, the queen and the king with a pair of big bodyguards. The king had the right to anything he wanted, but embarrassing the queen at such an important and public event was stepping over some kind of line. Amanda could laugh about it now, but was scared for her life then. She was amazed as the angry looking queen kept giving sideways glances to her husband and he tried to look as innocent as possible while Elizabeth explained what had happened in such a way everyone could save face. How the king had recognized her from her application for a royal scholarship and that her interests were on the stars. How he had offered her the chance to see the palace telescope and the most detailed star charts anywhere. How she had a little too much to drink and fell bumping her forehead and ripping the back of her dress. How the very generous king had brought her to the only place in the palace that she might find something that would fit her and offered her any dress that she liked.

The part where he offered a young girl any dress she liked got the queen to take a deep breath Amanda was sure was going to be the big blowout, but Elizabeth was good. Very good. The queen was a priestess from the temple and such an outburst in a public setting would cause a scandal. Elizabeth explained that the teen standing there with her knees knocking had taking a dress that hadn't been worn out of respect for the queen, thus the queen wouldn't have had a picture taken while wearing it.

Elizabeth laid it on thick and by the time she was done the king looked like a heroic savior to a young woman in a situation and the queen was squelching her anger at the moment. Amanda would get her entry to the academy and a full royal scholarship. Elizabeth then handed Amanda a paper with contact information, which the teen would use two months later when she learned she was pregnant.

Her entry into the academy would be delayed for a year while she had her baby and recovered. Elizabeth then gave the teen a few etiquette lessons, including the one on how to get back in the good graces of the king. Getting her entry and her scholarship was one thing. Not being assigned to a boring desk job in a no nothing area was another. So on an inspection by the king a few years later Elizabeth arranged for a private meeting for her pupil with the king.

It still irked her to no end, but he was the king and it was something that had to be done. The king sat alone behind the commandant's desk in the big high back leather chair. In her cadet's dress uniform she was let in. She held her gaze down in a sign of respect as she closed the door and walked up to the front of the desk. "My lord, I have been errant in my desire to serve." She walked around the desk to his right as he turned to face her. She was 20 years old as he spread his legs and she knelt down between them. Keeping her gaze down at all times she placed her right hand on his lap and said "I apologize for my behavior two years ago. I offer myself to the whim of My Lord. Any time, any way, any place I am yours to use in any way."

"And if I decide I want you now on your hands and knees out on the parade grounds in front of the other cadets and the school's staff?" the king asked calmly.

"Then I will follow you outside and strip while everyone is assembled. Then I will position myself as desired My Lord." Elizabeth had told her just what to say and how to say it. The king forgave her and after a quick blowjob that day had enjoyed her body a few other times. She never dared inform the king of his unintended son.

Not being able to get some sleep easily, as usual, Amanda climbed off her bed and donned her robe. She sat down in front of the desk and picked up the phone. When the communications officer on the bridge picked up she stated "I wish to call home." With the empire under attack by a very powerful enemy she felt the need to check in on her family, which shouldn't be much of an issue seeing they were I orbit at the moment.



"I can't believe I even considered this." Andromeda grumbled as she and Princess Stara waited outside Mary's closed bedroom door waiting for the teen to get ready. But then Mary had placed the trump card. She could get Stara almost all the way to the other side of Lakeside without having to be seen. Her best friend's father worked for the subway system as a repairman and could take her through the access tunnels. And much to Andy's unease the old coot had a thing for her. So the uneasy idea was Mary would take care of the landlord and Andy would offer herself as payment to get the princess through the tunnels.

"Done." Mary sang as she swung her door open and struck a pose. Her arms up in the air and turned sideways with her left hip pushed out the 18 year old beauty had an ear to ear smile.

"No way your going outside dressed like that." the shocked older sister gasped seeing her sister wearing the skimpiest bikini top she'd ever seen not doing anything to cover the 18 year old girl's C-cup boobs. And the short pants cut such that half her butt was hanging out and the crotch was nothing more than the seam let it be known she wasn't wearing panties. Or if she was they were very small leaving Andy wondering where her kid sister would get her hands on something like that. Andy looked at the outfit and shook her head, her sister would have had to remove the pockets to cut them that short.

"I'll be wearing a jacket over this." Mary groaned as she rolled her eyes and shook her head while walking past her sister. "It's not like I haven't done stuff like this before. And I don't want that goofy boy next door seeing me like this." The boy was her age and a total loser. And had had a crush on her for years. Short, skinny, a face full of pimples and no ambition just wasn't her type.

"What do you mean it's not the first time..?"

The ringing phone got the attention of the trio of young women. As Andy turned to look Mary grabbed her jacket and giggled as she was out the door before Andy could stop her. "Great.Just great." Andy grunted as she reached for the phone on the kitchen wall. "Hello." she barked as she put the receiver to her ear while glancing at the door.

Princess Stara watched Andy's eyes open wide and her jaw drop for a second, then Andy quickly calmed herself as she then in her nicest most pleasant tone said "Sorry Mandy. Just a bad day at work." It was Mandy who taught her what to do in the blow booths to help make money, but the older sister had no idea that their younger sister, Mary, was now seemingly running wild. Andy wanted Mandy to think she had everything under control just as she had for a few years now. Mandy should concentrate on her career and she would take care of home, for now.

Stara went back into the living room and studied the pictures some more while Andy seemed extremely nervous talking to whomever was on the other end of the line. "He's fine. We're all fine. They'll be home from school in a little while and supper will be ready."

Stara took notice as Andy then whined "Of course I still want to join the priestesses. When Mary graduates college and starts working then I'll get my turn and she'll take care of the younger ones."

"No.The best thing for all of us right now is for you to stay in the."

While her sister was occupied little Mary had made her way to the landlord's back door. Having knocked already she stood fidgeting with her hands in her back pockets and the zipper on her jacket half opened to offer the man a glimpse of what awaited if he was willing to barter. She pasted a big sweet smile on her face as he peaked out through the curtains.

Isaiah Prescot wore a sour face as he opened the door and gazed down at the young tease. The ex-porn star had seen his share or young women, and wasn't above trading a month or two worth of rent to bed a young hottie, but he had bigger plans for Mary. He had secretly photographed the perky blonde while she sunbathed out back and sent the pictures to some of his old friends. The young Smith girl, and her sister, were gold mines just waiting to be exploited. He had heard from neighbors the young girl wasn't as innocent as she looked and he wanted his ride, but business was business. His main objective would be to steer her towards making movies.

"What do you want? Did you bring me the rent money or are you going to be late again?" the pudgy 56 year old growled as he stood in the open doorway wearing just his blue and white striped boxers and a sleeveless T-shirt while holding a half empty can of beer in his left hand.

Sure they had been late a few times, but there was no need for him to be rude. And the old creepy jerk was just plain gross, but Mary knew she had a job to do. She scrunched her face up as she fidgeted with her hands in her back pockets, a total ploy. "Can we talk inside?" Sure she was going to have sex with the filthy hairy fat slob, but she didn't want everyone else to know. She may be on her way to being the neighborhood slut, but she did have standards. And this guy was way below the line.

Back in their apartment Andy was fidgeting herself as she snuck code words into her conversation with her older sister in hopes she could offer some help. But it seemed Amanda was also trying to say something in code. "I think you and the kids deserve a break. Why don't you take them up to dad's hunting cabin for a few days."

Andy's eyes were opened wide while she had her back to Princess Stara. Their father never had a hunting cabin and in their code that meant to get out of town. The few days translated into a few weeks telling Andy something her sister couldn't say was very serious.

"We'll go as soon as we can get Mary's new friend home. Or we could take her with us, she is a real bird lover. Then again she might be too much of a princess to go camping."

She can't be, Amanda thought to herself as Andy hinted one of the princesses was with her. And but the reference to Mary she was hinting it was one that was May's age meaning Princess Stara. It couldn't be she thought again. She must be decoding her sister's words wrong. "Are you sure she's too much of a princess to go camping?" the older sister asked.

"Very sure. And she's seen our pictures and has taking a liking to Michael."


"Pictures? Video?" Mary whined as she sat across the kitchen table from the fat bastard. Her skin crawled as he eyed her while she considered his counter proposal. The two had gotten straight down to business and he laid out what he wanted, stunning the young beauty. Four months free rent if she posed for nude pictures then then let him video tape them having sex.

After a moment of shock at such an idea the teen regained her composure. She put a stern look on her face and countered his counter offer. "Pictures and sex, but no video for three months rent. I ain't no porn whore." she said sounding a bit insulted by his offer.

Isaiah Prescot was laughing his head off inside. No one in the neighborhood knew of his past, he had retired 10 years earlier from porn and spent his money on a couple of apartment buildings to have an income in his golden years. That and a steady stream of young clean pussy ready to trade for free rent. Seemed just about every month someone was short on cash and he had bedded just about every woman between the ages of 18 and 40 except for the elusive Smith girls. But that might be changing he thought.

Isaiah could see desperation in her eyes even as she tried to look like she was in charge. This was something he'd always been good at. When he was in his prime he had helped introduce hundreds of girls just like her into the business. He also knew he had to be blunt, her sister might come looking for her any time. Mary was sweet and nice, but Andromeda could be a real bitch sometimes even if she did look as sweet as her sister.

The older man wiped his smile off his face and looked all business as he looked sternly into her eyes. "Four months rent for the pictures and the video. Take it or leave it. If you refuse you can leave right now, but if you come back later you'll only get two months. And you better have the rent on time this month after coming in here and teasing me like this." he snarled at her. He would knock her off guard by acting as if he didn't care if she left or not.

This would be the first time he broke in a girl himself. Back in the day his friend Darius Bishop was the planner, but over the years he picked up on how to get the job done. The formula seemed simple enough, find out what the girl needed and exploit it. And the most common need was money, which was exactly what Mary was after. The reasons she needed money meant nothing unless those reasons could be used against her so. If the reasons could be ascertained use them, but otherwise don't push. Delving too deep could chase the fish away before the hook was set too deep for her to get free.



General Bastion Bowman sat back in his chair and sighed as he eyed the princess. The two of them had been talking for nearly half an hour and he was beginning to believe she and her sisters were truly ignorant of most of her family's atrocities or atrocities committed in her family's name. "Look..All we want is for the people to have a say on how the government is run."

Princess Anara leaned over the table with an angry expression. According to this man, some photos and news stories only seen behind rebel lines her family was the root of all evil. It was expected that there would be those that had grudges against her family considering their rise to total rule over the empire, but she refused to accept people were tortured and killed for simply speaking out against her family. "There would be chaos and wars like there were centuries ago. And with the weapons we have today, billions would die. My grandfather and father insisted on restraint in dealing with the rebellion in order to keep the death toll down. Having one man or woman with the final word gives the people a stable set or rules, not like the patchwork of laws from long ago." Her family's rule had stopped wars for territory and wars or religion. All were expected to live by one set of rules whether from the capital or the smallest most remote colony. It may not be a perfect way of doing things but in her mind the savings in lives was worth the imperfections.

Princess Anara sat in her chair dressed in a rebel officer's uniform in her size that the general brought with him. She recognized the man across from her as one of the top three rebel military leaders, and a former member of The House of Lords. He had joined the rebellion over 20 years before and quickly rose to the top. But he was old now, 66 years old, and Anara felt she could wear him down. Though she did have major concerns as to just how a high profile rebel leader managed to land and get so close to the capital. Then again loyal forces were now having to watch each other as much as having to be on watch for rebels. "I have nothing against the people having some say, but the monarchy must be maintained." she stated firmly.

The general was about to reply when the door opened and a middle aged woman walked in wearing a rebel officer's uniform and carrying a half inch thick folder. The general grinned at her, but also seemed concerned with seeing her Anara thought.

The general took the folder and gave the woman a nod , then an idea came to mind. "Major, would you please inform the princess her about your time in the palace."

Anara was shocked by the revelation. The woman in her early 40s looked nervous as the general sat back smugly in his chair to scan the documents in the folder. As the shocked princess looked up at her with interest the stunned officer stammered as she replied "I don't think the princess would be interested in my years as a royal maid, sir."

"I think she needs to know what happens at the palace." The general said as he gave Anara a quick glance before returning his interest to the folder's contents.

"You were a maid at the palace? When? I don't remember you."

"Considering the number of maids that come and go from the palace it would be highly unlikely for you to remember all of us. But I left before you were born." the officer replied with a bit of an attitude. She then looked at the general and with an angry glare asked "Can I go now dad?"

"Not until the princess knows one of the royal secrets I'm sure she has no idea about." the general replied as he looked none too happy as to what he was seeing in the folder.

"Royal secret?"

"Fine! Is we have to rehash it again." the woman grunted to her father. She then looked angrily at the princess and growled "Male royal rights. On your brother Prince Hero's 18th birthday I was one of his presents. I and another young girl were sent to bring him breakfast in bed. And to make sure he knew what to do with pretty girls."

"What!?" Anara gasped in total shock. Was this woman saying what she thought she was saying?

"That's right. We had sex with your brother and were his personal maids until he left for the military."

"What?"

"All male royal children when they get old enough get personal maids hired to serve them in every way selected by the king and queen. The first maids have some, but not much experience. Every year after that the maids are replaced with new ones, the new ones being certified virgins. Every year of a king or prince's life he gets a new virgin maid selected by their parents and later by their wives, it's a tradition going back hundreds of years in your family." The general said flatly as he gave his daughter a nod letting her know she could leave.

"I've never heard of such a thing." Princess Anara whined all the while thinking that could explain why so many young pretty maids come to work at the palace and leave after just a year or two. "And why would the daughter of a lord be working as a maid?" she asked him in disbelief.

"One does not say no to the king. Your father saw her and it was her he wanted for your brother, so it was she who had to be your brother's personal sex servant for two years." the angry father growled back, his anger making Anara a bit nervous. He then sighed and clenched his jaw as he slid some photos face down across the table. "And someone should have been more careful."

Anara was even more shocked as she flipped the pictures over to see they were of her and Gaius having sex. "How?"

"Obviously there were cameras the two of you did not know about. And as we speak your uncle is having these pictures sent to every news station in the empire as proof of your lack of fitness." the general stated in the tone of a disappointed father. "Seems that operation was useless now."

A few tears ran down her cheeks as Princess Anara said what everyone was now thinking. "Stara is our last hope." Her little naïve sister was the only one standing between her uncle and the crown. There were several security camera photos of her and Gaius naked and wrapped up in each others arms. Some with her on top and others with her on her knees sucking him off. "Doesn't anyone know anything?" she whined in hopes of some word on her younger sister.

The general saw honest concern in the eyes of the princess. Concern for her sister, and concern for the empire. "There's more. Your sister, Princess Sara, should be rescued shortly. But the empire is seemingly under attack."

"Attack?"

The general slid photos and long range scans across the table from satellites around the planet Audra. Anara was in deep shock as she studied the images. Four battle cruisers reduced to scrap. Among the pictures were some of a strange craft trailing flames as it entered the atmosphere of Bettus 5. She had heard rumors but had no facts as to the Bettus 5 colony. The rumors said it was where people with special abilities were sent, for safe keeping.

As Anara studied the data General Bowman hit her with more bad news. "There are reports coming through secret channels of small winged creatures attacking anything that moves. The creatures are raping young women and eating everyone else. Many have been killed on both sides but the creatures just keep coming. From what information our agents got out we know they attacked Homestead with a population of less than a thousand, but there had to be over ten thousand of the creatures on that ship."

"May the goddess help us. If there was ever a need for her to come back it's now." Anara gasped in horror as she was shown more pictures, these from inside Homestead.

"If there was ever a time for us to put aside differences and work together it is now." the general commented showing he was equally shocked by the news and images before him.

"Only together can we stand against our greatest enemy." the princess said softly. The goddess' words now having a more profound and serious meaning.



Mary knelt on Mr. and Mrs. Prescot's bed wearing nothing but a small pair of lace panties and a smile. She and he had come to an agreement finally. Seeing as she and her sister had to get Princess Stara on her was as quick as possible she would pose for the pictures now and do the damned taped sex session later. Considering her sister would throw a hissy fit if she found out about the taping Mary would come back in the morning after her sister left for work and the others had left for school. She would skip school and fulfill her debt after his wife left for work.

"Good..Good." The man happily commented as Mary sat up straight on her heels, her head following him and his camera as he moved around the bed snapping picture after picture. Her long blonde hair brushed against the top of her ass as her head moved from side to side.

Mary was given a nice chest no man she'd been with so far had complained. They were nicely round and topped with small pink areolas. Her tiny 5'1" 32C-20-30 body had satisfied several men, but just men. She had yet to do anything with a boy her own age. Boys talk, the men wouldn't so her reputation wouldn't be wounded.

Mary sat proud, smiling with her back arched to thrust out her chest. Mr. Prescot had taken pictures as she undressed, then had her pose for several photos. First bending at the waist as she rested her hands on the triple dresser. Next she did the same with her hands on the bed. She then was told to lay down on her back on the bed and to spread her legs. Mary thought it odd, but didn't say anything as she was posed in a prone position and the man seemed focused on her nice little backside. He even commented he hadn't seen many butts that looked as nice as hers.

Mary started growing concerned though as he kept taking pictures and his boxers began to tent. And it was a big tent. She had sucked off a few big ones in the blow booths, but the biggest she'd taken in her pussy so far was her math teacher's 8 inches. From what she could see Mr. Prescot was at least an inch or two bigger than that. She was going to be hurting in the morning, but the deal was made and she'd have to deal with this man's big cock. She smiled confidently for the camera thinking it would hurt, but it wouldn't kill her.

Mr. Prescot sighed as he stepped back opening the camera. "Let me change the film then we can get some of you without the panties."



"I will get you for this." Mae growled at the soldiers as the cuffs were finally removed. She was standing in the middle of a jail cell with stone walls and steel bars. Guns were pointed at her from outside the cell as two men removed her hand cuffs and bolted out, obviously concerned shed do to them what she did to the soldiers on the streets hours before.

As the cell was closed and the guards stepped back from the bars Mae stepped up to them with a very angry expression. Since her capture she had been loaded onto a chopper, flown over the mountains and stripped of every stitch of clothing. A doctor had taken blood samples as well as swabbing her mouth and for some reason her twat. Even without her power suit it took four guards to hold her down for the doctor to do that. And two of the guards had to be attended to afterwards, but they'd get over their broken noses. Her clothes were sent with the samples of to a lab while her sword was who knows where.

"Just following orders." one of the soldiers chuckled, obvious feeling a little braver with her safely locked behind steel bars.

"I wouldn't anger her Ben. She's meaner than a cornered wholl." one of the more cautious men said as he turned and walked away.

When the men walked away Mae studied her cell. Standard stone walls with steel bars. A cot with a nasty looking pad without a sheet or blanket. In the corner there was at least a metal toilet and a small metal sink. "Gross." the teen commented as she stood on her toes to see into the toilet from as far away as possible. The stained steel and brownish water made her cringe.

Mae rolled her eye knowing Diana or Kara wouldn't be coming to rescue her and there was no way T'nel if she were still alive would have any idea where she was. Mae doubted there would be any kind of public trial for her. There intentions would most likely involve her never being seen again, or something worse that she couldn't even imagine yet once they got what they could from her.

Mae looked over the bars noting the steel bars and the bolts holding them in place. Where the contents of the cell were neglected, the bars seemingly weren't. The power of her suit might be able to get her free, in time. But looking at the walls outside the bars Mae could see the cameras pointing into the cell. Without having any idea what they could use on her while she was cornered in the cell the most obvious choice was to wait until they took her out of the cell before she could act. If they ever let her out.

Mae had an idea she was in the tunnels under the capital city Stara had spoken about. And if she got free she figured she could find her way back out. Having an eidetic memory was handy in that way. But she was also far from home and any help and had no idea where her sword was.

Mae sighed and winced as she looked at the cot. It was filthy, but was it better than sitting in the just as nasty looking stone floor. Mae hung her head as she slowly walked over to the cot hoping that if they fed her it was at least edible.



Captain Amanda Smith stared the smirks off the faces of the guards outside the general's quarters. As the door opened she stepped in to awaken the man. She and the doctor would both have liked to let him get more sleep, but the fourth fleet was arriving at Bettus 5 and long range scans showed three strange ships in orbit firing on the moon.

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