Jovian’s helmsman hales the commander “Commander, a ship has entered the system. Sensors are detecting 12 life forms; 6 male humanoids and 6 female humanoids.”
“Are they still in cryostasis?”
“Affirmative Commander.”
“Very well, prepare an away team. It is time for their wake up call.”
Until the away team determines it is safe to board the alien vessel, I watch the team’s progress on the viewing screen. The scans of the life forms on board reveal they are from a planet called Tera. Everyone in the surrounding galaxies knows all about Tera. Terans are violent, petty and stupid. A powerful ruler named Luc controls them. Luc is from a distant galaxy and is a prisoner on the planet. The life forms he controls were created by him for the sole purpose of helping him escape the planet. Luc genetically modified the Terans to make them stupid enough to be easily controlled and manipulated while smart enough to help him escape the planet. Genetic manipulation of native species was strictly prohibited by the alliance. Luc and his brethren have been censured by the alliance and a planetary embargo is in effect making it impossible for Luc to make any significant technological advances thus rendering the inhabitants technological morons that no one in the universe wants to visit. I highly doubt anything from planet Tera will pass the breeder test.
I see Jovian crossing in front of the screen. Gretchen, Rachel, and two gray crewmembers follow him. Jovian approaches a control panel and keys in a code. Cryostasis tubes begin emerging from the floor of the ship’s transport bay. Jovian types in another key and the green lights on the outside of each tube begins flashing, indicating the tube’s inhabitants are slowly waking up from their long, deep sleep. Jovian steps away from the panel and hears the hiss of air escaping from the pods as the Teran life forms open the hatches, freeing themselves from their prisons. Jovian instructs everyone to line up along the far wall of the transport bay. He waits until everyone is accounted for and begins, “Welcome Terans to a kind of match making game.”
At the end of the second row, the row comprising the six females stands a girl with long golden curls. She has a look of determination and a hint of defiance in her eyes. I recognize this look when gazing upon my own reflection. She immediately demands to know who in the hell Jovian thinks he is. As I mentioned before, Terans are not that bright, but I cannot blame the girl for wanting to know what was going on.
Jovian moves toward the girl, grabs her wrist and twists it upward, “I don’t recall asking you to speak.”
She yanks her hand free and does something quite unexpected. She quickly turns, jabs Jovian square in the chin with her fist, and without a moment’s hesitation, thrusts the heal of her other hand upward, ramming it into the base of Jovian’s nose. He squeals like a stuck pig. She then extends her long shapely leg high in the air and performs the most graceful spin kick I have ever seen. She is a girl after my own heart. I have to meet this girl before she kills Jovian. “Helmsmen, transport me down there now!”
I spot an unconscious Jovian lying on the floor of the transport bay. Impressive, I do not know many species that can take down a gray. Looking behind me, I see the two gray crewmembers hog-tied on the floor. Impressive indeed. I step over the two bodies searching for the nimble Teran that did such damage. The assault came from overhead. She drops down from the crosswalk and punches. I dodge to the left and avoid contact. I smile at her. She is sweating and bleeding from the corner of her mouth. She holds her hands up throwing controlled jabs. She head fakes and comes at me with a sidekick. I block down. She is fast, but I am faster. I am having fun so I continue to play with the spry young thing. There is something familiar about her. Huddled along the far wall of the bay the remaining Terans cower in fear, all of them too timid to help the girl. Cowardly and stupid, what a combination. I circle her, waiting for the right moment to pounce. I sweep my leg out and around. She jumps over my foot avoiding her feet from being swept out from under her. She is fast. There is no way she is one hundred percent Teran, she is too strong, too smart, and too good. She launches herself in the air, her extended foot heading directly toward my head. Enough playing. I could have been seriously injured, and by a Teran nonetheless. Gretchen and Rachel move toward me, but I hold up my hand. They stop their advance and stare at the young girl who has dared take me on. I unleash my fury and direct it toward the girl. I do not intend to kill her, but I intend to disable her. I step forward and throw a roundhouse punch to the face. I feel and hear her nose cartilage crack. She screams in pain as blood spurts from her nose. I hip flip her to the ground, grab her thumb and pull it backward. She holds up her free hand in surrender. I let go of her and snap her to a standing position. I look deep into her eyes and want her. I need a shower. What a wonderful way to get to know her better.
The showers are in the habitation bay of the transport ship. I lead the Teran to a large tiled room where showerheads adorn the walls. I enter the room and strip off my clothes. Gretchen and Rachel stand guard outside. I stare at the Teran girl and I cannot help but get we just looking her. I approach. She looks up at me in defiance. Her gaze does not turn away. I feel an intense yearning. I grab her long blond hair and pull her head backward. I lower my mouth onto hers, parting her lips with my tongue. Her kiss is salty; she is still bleeding from the corner of her mouth. The top of her white cryrostasis suit is torn. I reach up, grab the ripped garment and tear the shirt from her body revealing her firm, bare breasts. She is still looking at me square in the eye but I can see a tear trickle down her cheek. I gently wipe it away with the back of my hand. I rub my breasts gently against hers. I can feel my nipples hardening. I explore her mouth with my tongue. She responds by thrusting her tongue against mine. I reach between her legs and feel her soft mound of blond hair. I use my finger and explore her wetness, gently gliding the tip of my finger across her g-spot. She groans and grabs my hand and urges me to rub harder and faster. I stop and turn on one of the nearby showerheads. Waiting for the water to heat up, I turn, grab the young girl by the waste and pull her close to my body. I begin kissing her. Taking her chin in my hand, I run my thumb ever so lightly down her chin and over her throat; gently brushing my fingers over her breast causing an involuntary groan to escape her lush, full lips. She tries to speak, but I hold my finger against her parted lips and whisper, “Shush.” I pull her under the hot stream of water. On a nearby ledge is a bar of soap. I grab it and begin creating a thick white lather of soapy bubbles in my hands. I turn to keep the water from rinsing the soap of the girl’s taught body and begin lathering her breasts. I gently squeeze her tits and continue lathering her body. My hands slide over her belly and stop just above her pelvis. I reach one hand between her thighs and once again find her swollen g-spot. I finger her hard with long stokes and she responds by grabbing my breasts and squeezing. I hand her the bar of soap so she can explore my body. She kisses me and begins exploring my taught firm body with her soapy hands. She drops to her knees as she runs her hand across my pelvis. I lift my left leg. Her lips gently begin kissing my g-spot. I grab her head and thrust her mouth deep inside me. She begins licking and sucking me while fingering herself. I bite my lower lip and cannot hold back the orgasmic wave that seizes my body. I release myself inside her mouth and she eagerly swallows my hot juices. I pull her off her knees and kiss her. I turn off the water and grab a towel. What is your name?”
She wraps herself in the towel and replies, “My name is Katarina.”
With a nod, I leave the habitation bay. Before leaving the habitation bay, I instruct Rachel and Gretchen to take Katarina back to Jovian’s ship and run a genetic sequencing test. I want to know who this girl is and where she really comes from.
Embarrassed by being beaten by a female Teran, Jovian retreats to his spacecraft. There he watches the Amazonians poking and prodding the poor Terans. The one called Katarina is lying on a bed in the isolation bay. Gretchen scans the length of her body with a hand held machine designed to map her DNA. She is puzzled by the readings. Want
ing an answer, I head toward the medical bay. Upon entering the bay, I see Gretchen and Rachel huddled at one of the computer terminals chatting wildly about something. I ask, “What have you found?”
Gretchen is a sexy redhead with full pouty lips and a brain the size of her healthy bust line. She stammers, “I don’t know where to begin your majesty. It appears the test results are not at all, what we were expecting.
“What were you expecting?’
Gretchen looks at me dumbfounded, “We were expecting her DNA to be one hundred percent Teran.”
“And what did you find?”
Gretchen looks over at Rachel who shrugs. In a barely audible tone, Gretchen explains, “We ran multiple tests and the results are the same each and every time. That girl in there”, Gretchen points toward the isolation room, “is part………….Amazonian.”
I remain perfectly still. My face reveals nothing. I cross my hands behind my back, look down and ask, “What family lineage does she come from?”
Gretchen shakes her head and becomes mute. She tries to speak, but cannot. Rachel speaks for her friend, “Your majesty there is no easy way to break the news to you so here it goes, no sugar coating it. The king, your late husband, is the girl’s father.
“That god damn son of a bitch.”
I always knew he had a wondering eye, but I always thought he respected me enough to restrict his sexual escapades to the same species! Did he do that? No! The son of a bitch had sex with not just any female; he had sex with one of the dumbest, weakest creatures in the entire universe. He had sex with a fucking Teran! He chose a Teran over me. He is glad he did not live. The torment he would have suffered at my hands would have been a fate worse than death.
“That mother fucker!”
Gretchen and Rachel do not know how to respond. I think they fear my wrath, but I am not upset with them, I am upset with the man I once respected, the man I thought I loved.
“Ladies, let’s keep this secret between us, shall we?” I walk toward the isolation room and open the door. I walk in and see Katarina lying there, snoring softly.
I look down and realize she is heir to the Amazonian throne. She has no idea what the future holds. A plan begins to hatch in the recesses of my mind. When Katarina comes of age, I will crown her queen and retire. What a comforting thought. I achieve an heir without having to go through the mechanics. It is clearly a win win. I turn and leave so the future queen can sleep. I spot Rachel’s flaming red hair in a nearby lab.
“I am almost afraid to ask what else you have found.”
Rachel spins around. “You startled me. I didn’t see you standing there.”
“Did you find something?” I press.
“Yes, I have found something. Their DNA has been altered. It looks as though Teran DNA has been fused with alien DNA. The result is horrid. The Terans are prone to violence. It is actually in their alien DNA. They are completely unsuitable as breeders.”
I had always heard the tales of Luc manipulating the DNA of the Terans, but I had no idea the manipulation resulted in such a horrific mutation. It was a good thing Tera was under strict embargo. If presented with the opportunity the Terans would certainly wreak havoc throughout the galaxy. I have had enough of war mongering men.
Concerned this mutation may affect Katarina’s ability to become leader and assume the throne I query, “How does this mutation manifest itself in Katarina? She is half Teran.”
Rachel smiles, “That is fascinating. I ran tests on her DNA and her Amazonian DNA has neutralized the mutation. It is as if her genetic code saw the mutant pairs of chromosomes and overwrote the code. Like a computer running a virus scan and instead of neutralizing the threat, the computer overwrites the code. Genetically she is more Amazonian than Teran.”
I liked hearing this new development. I thank Rachel and head to medical bay to dispose of the Terans. They were a plague and needed to be eradicated. Jovian sees me in the hall and stops me.
“Where are you headed in such a hurry?” he asks.
“Rachel just told me the Teran’s are mutants. I was headed to the medical bay to dispose of them.”
“Don’t do that. I can sell them to a race of gray’s that use Terans for medical experiments. Pretty gruesome stuff, but they pay well.”
The thought of selling the creatures as guinea pigs made me uneasy. Euthanizing them, as you would a pet, would be much kinder. However, at this point I really could not bring myself to care. Jovian started walking toward the medical bay when I grab his arm and say directly, “No more Terans. We need to find better stock.”
Jovian pats my hand, “No worries. There is another transport ship due to pass through this quadrant in a few days. The ship is coming from a planet of physically imposing specimens that I think you will find to your liking.”
Jovian disappears and I can see Katarina stirring in the isolation bay. I enter and sit on the edge of her bed. She opens her eyes and rubs them with the back of her hands. She stretches her arms high above her head. Her left eye is black and blue from her recent sparring escapade. A scab has formed in the corner of her mouth where she was cut from a vicious jab. She looks at me. I see distrust behind her sapphire blue eyes. She has her father’s eyes. I shake my head and regain my composure. I take her hand in mine. I can feel her muscles begin to relax.
“I am not sure how to explain this.”
Katarina nods. I clear my throat and begin weaving a rich tapestry of Amazonian history, “Amazonians are proud, strong and physically imposing. Both males and females are trained as children to become ferocious warriors. Feudal lords, who pledged their allegiances to the king, once ruled the lands across the planet. My husband was the last king.”
Katarina does not know where to begin. She shakes her head disbelievingly and asks me two questions, “How did your husband die? And how does this remotely pertain to me?”
I continue my tutorial, “There was a horrible war. A catastrophic weapon was unleashed; vaporizing anyone caught its blue hell fire. My husband, along with every other man from our cities, perished. I was able to lead a group of female survivors away from the capital city to an underground refuge where we live to this day. How does this pertain to you? Simple, really. You are one of us. I came here with Jovian to round up candidates for our breeding program. Your ship was the first we explored. When we found you and the other Terans we began running tests on you to see if any of the men would be suitable breeders.”
Katarina blurts out, “Sex slaves? Seriously?”
Ignoring her outburst I continue, “Since I have never encountered a Teran as strong as you, I also had you tested to see if there was anything unique about your genetic makeup that would explain your speed and strength. And another thing, I do not intend to have these breeders serve as sex slaves.”
Katarina tilts her head and asks, “Then what do you call it?”
I consider her question, “The Amazonian women can reproduce the old fashioned way, or they can opt for in vitro-fertilization. The choice is theirs. The male breeders will be well cared for and have everything they could ever want.”
“How do you keep them from revolting against you? Particularly if they see their situation a little differently than you do.”
“All male breeders will undergo a procedure neutralizing their violent tendencies.”
“On my planet we call that procedure a lobotomy. How horrible. Men aren’t animals.”
I turn to her and in a deadpan tone say, “Yes, they are. My husband being the filthiest animal of them all. Which brings me to your direct involvement. As I was saying, we ran tests on you and discovered you are incredibly unique. You are part Amazonian. My husband apparently had sex with a Teran resulting in your conception.”
Katarina does not look shocked. “I always knew I was different. Kids at school used to make fun of me. I was too strong, too fast and did not understand most things people said. Not because I was too dumb, but because I was too smart. I tried escaping the planet by
joining an expedition to a remote mining colony. I never knew my father, my mother never mentioned him. She died of cancer when I was ten. My grandparents raised me and as I got older I just couldn’t fit in no matter how hard I tried or what I did, so I left.”
I cross my arms in front of me, “Apparently, so here we are. You, the illegitimate daughter of my late husband and heir to the throne and me, Queen Myrna, ruler of Amazonia...”
Katarina begins to understand the enormity of the situation and asks, “Heir to the throne?”
“Of course, your Amazonian DNA is overwriting your inferior Teran DNA in an effort to weed out a pesky mutation introduced to your species a very long time ago. You are Amazonian and you are from the royal bloodline. I intend to train you to take over as Queen when you turn twenty-seven. Once we gather some suitable breeders we will return to Amazonia where you will be introduced to your people.”
Katarina takes me by surprise when she states, “I do not know if becoming queen is what I want.
I look at her, “I do not care in the least bit what you want. You will be Queen and only a fool would pass up such an auspicious opportunity. But if you are stupid enough to pass, then I guess you are more Teran than I thought.”
I turn and let the princess mull over her new future. Who in the name of all that is holy would rather be a miner than a queen? I will never understand some species. I head toward the bridge hopeful the transport ship has been detected. I desperately want to return home.
On the large viewing screen, a ship exits hyper drive. The markings on the vessel indicate it is from Atlantis. Jovian has outdone himself. I could not be happier. Atlantians! The Atlantians are legendary. They are strong, physically attractive, intelligent, caring, compassionate and peaceful. The men on that ship would be perfect breeders, capable of elevating our race to new heights. The ship’s inhabitants were fast asleep. Jovian, Gretchen and Rachel teleport over to the ship and begin running their tests before waking them from their slumber. We should have probably done this with the Terans, but so much for twenty-twenty hindsight. Rachel lets a smile form at the corners of her mouth as she digests the data. The results are astounding. The Atlantians have no genetic defects and they are in their sexual prime. Jovian begins the waking process and I eagerly await their arrival in the medical bay. I prepare to receive our new gusts and realize the Terans Katarina traveled with are no longer on board the ship. I suppose their new owners have collected them. Good, we will need the room.
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