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 TITLE: Triumph's Odyssey
PART: Chapter 3 - Gladiator
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: Mf alien ScFi size 1st f1st impreg piv cons
SUMMARY: Captain Garrett Harcrow is abducted by a mysterious alien race
of powerful psions, whose lovely virgin queen makes outrageous demands of
him.  Written for Haqqenstache on Hentai Foundry.
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   There was a wash of sensation - color, scents, a sickening wrench of
dislocation - and then Captain Garrett Harcrow was elsewhere.  He didn't
panic.  He could tell by the suppression fields pushing on his form that he
was meant to be unconscious, so he pretended that they were working,
keeping his eyes closed and his breathing steady.  He was suspended in a
null-gravity field, and was bound in mid-air at his hands and wrists,
spread-eagled, and completely naked.
   Oddly enough, he heard no voices.  He could hear the humming purr of
highly efficient machinery - none he recognized; Garrett could identify
most types of technology by their sound, and this was a particularly
steady, calm thrum of casual power - and felt murmurs probing his mind. 
Telepaths, he guessed.
   The concept wasn't completely unknown to the Charter.  The entire
Yahsolar race - his ship counselor Qihliani's species - were empaths, and
psionic mutations occurred every now and then in nearly every race.  But
these beings, whoever they were, who had abducted him, seemed to be more
widely psionic.  Perhaps it was the long-rumored Hegemony, a conspiracy
theory of genetic mutants who supposedly ruled the Milky Way galaxy in
secret; of course, the Charter was the real rulers, Garrett knew for a
fact, but it didn't mean that some part of the rumors weren't true.
   His internal sense of time informed him that 7 terran hours, 46 minutes,
and 18 seconds had passed since his transmat abduction, when he felt the
suppression fields relent, and he intuited thereby that he was supposed to
"regain" consciousness.  So he faked it, sleepily blinking his eyes open.
   He was surprised to note that there was actually very little in the way
of "machinery" as he was familiar with the concept.  Instead, the humming
noise came from clusters of small crystal formations all around him, each
glowing with energy.  Several metal discs orbited his hovering body, with
small crystals on each disc pointing towards him, obviously maintaining the
null-grav field keeping him aloft.
   Although there were indeed metal bindings about his ankles and wrists,
his chains were actually indigo arcs of crackling energy connecting him to
other crystal formations outside the null-grav field.  He flexed, and felt
a slight give against his straining muscles; it would be difficult, but he
believed he could break free.  For now though, that was not his plan.
   In front of his null-grav prison stood two alien females.  They were
humanoid in form and coloring, but their flesh had a slight golden sheen to
it, while their eyes were glimmering pearls of liquid moonsilver.  They
were much smaller and slighter than a typical humanoid, appearing to be the
size of young, barely pubescent human girls, but they both had nicely
shaped, perky breasts.
   They wore no clothing that he could see, but each wore hair so long it
went to their ankles, and the hair floated as though alive, strategically
covering the private bits no matter how its owner moved.  One female's hair
was so black it appeared almost blue, whereas the other's was a baby pink.
They were no species he recognized, and he knew every species in the
Charter, and many more besides.
   The pink-haired one spoke.  Her voice, though delicate and musical, was
hoarse, as though she were not accustomed to using it; if she was indeed
psionic, that certainly made sense.  "Speak, brute.  Are you capable of
intelligent converse?"
   She was speaking a heavily accented English, which was the Pan-Galactic
Standard tongue under Charter law.  Garrett replied, his voice deep and
resonant and strong, despite having been without water in hours, "I am
capable of many intelligent things, of which converse is only one."
   The raven-head gasped, utterly taken aback.  The pink-haired girl shot a
victorious look at her, and their expressions changed rapidly in the next
several moments; Garrett assumed that they were having a psionic
conversation - indeed, he could feel slight murmurs whispering on the edges
of his consciousness.
   He surmised that there had been some debate as to his sentience or
intellect, given his unique null-psionic signature, an argument that the
pink-haired beauty had clearly won.  As a young man, Garrett had
strengthened his mind with meditative techniques, and the biomod nanogene
upgrades had only enhanced that, to the point where he was literally a
blank to telepathic and empathic abilities, and immune to externally
imposed suggestion.
   A shimmering sparkle heralded an incoming transmat, and the two girls
dropped to their knees, prostrating their faces to the floor as three new
figures materialized before him.  The two new arrivals on the flanks were
tall men - or eunuchs, Garrett guessed - clad from head to toe in ornate
armor that left no part of them exposed.  They might have been robots,
except no mechnical creature could move with such fluid grace.  Sharp
crystal spikes jutted from their armor, crackling with psionic force, and
they wielded carved crystal staves in a protective stance.  Guards,
obviously.
   The third new arrival, between the guardsmen, was another young woman,
as nude as the raven- and pink-haired girls.  Her hair was as gleaming
silvery-white as her eyes, an iridescent pearl hue like a clear full moon
on a starry night.  She was breathtakingly beautiful, with breasts the size
of cantaloupes, a figure to die for, and a porcelain face.
   Garrett felt the weight of a new psionic murmur pressing ineffectually
upon the fringes of his mind, and surmised that this was the leader,
probably by dint of her supreme psionic ability.  The pink-haired girl
spoke from her position on the floor, her words garbled by her face being
pressed down.
   "The queen admits you to the Culling," she said.  "You have been
declared of sufficient genetic stock for our standards, despite your
obvious psionic deficiencies.  Should you prove yourself in the arena and
survive the Cullings, your reward and your duty will be to contribute to
our gene pool."
   "Why does the queen not tell me herself?" the supersoldier challenged.
His voice, deep and resonant, clearly had an effect on the queen, who
shivered very slightly as his pheromones seeped into the air.
   "The queen does not sully herself with vulgar speech!" the raven-haired
one reproached him, shocked.  The queen swept her hand in front of her
dismissively, and the world vanished in silver sparkles as the transmat
took Garrett elsewhere.  He was still in the odd psionic chains, but this
time they were affixed to a wall.  He was in a dank dungeon-like room, with
glowing crystal emplacements serving as dim lamps.  Flickering indigo light
indicated other psi-chains in the chamber, and his sharp vision easily
picked out his fellow cellmates.
   There was all manner of species represented here, most of which he
recognized, and some of which he didn't.  This psionic race, whomever they
were, had a very far reach, if they could access multiple alien races that
he had never encountered.  There were ancient and mostly dormant hypergates
in multiple places throughout the galaxy; given this psi-race's mastery of
transmat tech, was it possible they could be those gates' creators?
   He brought himself back to the here and now as a gruff, grizzled Haakti
spoke to him.  "New, eh?  I would welcome you, but that would be too
optimistic."
   Garrett eyed the alien man.  His flesh was a dusky brown like most of
his race, and small stubby horns studded his forehead and temples.  His
long black hair was an unkempt tangle pulled into a loose ponytail, slashed
through with grey.  One of his eyes was milky white and clearly blind, with
a faded scar slashing through it.  His flesh was riddled with scars - not
honor scars, the kind that would be incurred in a Haakti knife-duel, but
rough, jagged scars, the kind earned in unending, brutal combat.
   This warrior had been here a long time, Garrett realized.  If he hadn't
been, then he like all Haakti would have engaged in knife-duels and honor
bouts with his fellows and thus have more ritual scars, not these rough
wounds.  Clearly very tough, as well, to have survived so long.  He was
clad only in leather vestments - a loincloth and a bandolier - resembling a
primeval gladiator in some respects.
   And suddenly the captain realized - that's exactly what they were. 
Gladiators.  A similar outfit had been transmatted onto him as well.  This
"Culling" in an arena.  "They're using us as breeding stock, aren't they?"
he guessed.
   The Haakti chuckled.  "Yes.  You're a quick one.  The Chinari are
psychic, very powerfully so.  They wander from galaxy to galaxy, seeking
new blood to strengthen their race, as for some reason all their males are
infertile.  So they make us fight, and the winners breed their women."
   "And the losers?"
   The Haakti spat.  "The losers die.  A life of endless combat and wenches
- a true Haakti's dream." His voice was bitter.
   "But this is not by your choice," Garrett said softly.  "To take a
Haakti's freedom is to take his honor."
   The old warrior looked shrewdly at him.  "You know my kind well,
creature.  What sort of species are you?  I can't say I've ever encountered
your like."
   The grizzled Haakti had apparently been here a very long time indeed -
since before humanity had ever reached the stars or encountered the Haakti
and sparked off the interstellar war that led to the formation of the
humanocentric Pan-Galactic Charter.  "I am a human, of Earth," he answered.
"We reached the stars only after your imprisonment, it seems.  I have
fought and bled both with and against Haakti, and I have earned your
people's respect, as they have earned mine."
   A slight glint entered the Haakti's eye.  "I am Jaarik, human.  Your
words bring me honor and pleasure, and I thank you.  When we meet in the
arena, and surely we will, it will be a true honorable duel the likes of
which I have not had in decades, win or lose."
   "I am Garrett," he nodded, counting the old Jaarik as an ally.
   "Oh shaddup," a cruel, nasty voice spat from another corner.  "You two
prattle on like old women.  I can't wait till you both die in the arena and
I'm rid of your flapping tongues." Garrett turned his head to regard him -
it was a species he'd never encountered.
   A huge hulking brute even larger than Garrett was chained, taking up an
entire corner to himself.  He resembled an ogre out of myth - warts on his
face, lopsided eyes, oversized ears, and an underbite of sharp teeth.  He
had three eyes, each of which looked around independently of the others,
and had four stubby fingers on each hand.
   "Surely you would rather direct your hate at our Chinari captives," the
captain said carefully.
   The creature snorted.  "Bah.  I'm smart enough not to cross people who
can turn my brain into mush as soon as look at me.  I'll settle for killing
and fucking."
   "Apparently you're not smart enough for that after all," Garrett
countered, "because unless I miss my guess, your brain is already mush."
   The hulking brute snarled at him and raged ineffectually at his glowing
indigo psi-chains.  "I'll feed you your intestines, cur!"
   Old Jaarik chuckled.  "Ukalik may be blunt, but he's right about one
thing.  There is no escape.  I take my refuge in honor.  He takes his in
his savage pleasures.  What will you take refuge in, human Garrett?"
   Garrett favored him with a tight smile.  "You'll find out." He glanced
at a fourth man in their shared dungeon, but this imprisoned gladiator - a
Fhillilla by the looks of it - was sullenly silent.
   The captain's mind was working furiously, metaphoric gears whizzing.  So
this psionic race were called the Chinari.  Their men were infertile, but
apparently their women could be fertilized by any species...  or more
likely, they used some kind of psionic-crystalline interface technology to
simulate cross-species motility.  The Charter had performed exploratory
studies of interspecies reproduction, but clearly the Chinari were leaps
and bounds ahead of them.
   He felt a psionic murmur, and the huge Ukalik grinned.  "Enjoy your last
breath, human," he spat, as the pair of them vanished into the silver
sparkles of transmatting.  Garrett gathered that the psionic murmur, which
couldn't penetrate his mind, had been an announcement, and as the world
shimmered into reality once more, he was proven right.
   He was in an arena of crystalline sand, ringed by a metal wall and domed
at the top with psionic force fields.  An audience of Chinari was watching,
and the various psionic murmurs he felt indicated their telepathic cheering
to him - apparently, by turning this breeding exercise into a circus, the
psionic race sated their need for bloodthirsty entertainment as well.  A
great throne was suspended in mid-air to one side of the arena, and in it
sat the queen he'd met briefly earlier.  A dozen ornately armored guards,
all armed with crystal staves, hovered around her.
   Across the arena from him was the ogre-like Ukalik, separated by a sand
expanse and a psionic force divider.  The brute was picking weapons off a
rack, settling for a club the size of a normal man and a huge jagged-blade
scimitar.  Garrett eyed the weapons in his rack.  They were primitive, like
Ukalik's.  The Chinari, despite being so advanced, seemed to take perverse
pleasure in providing ancient weaponry for their breeding stock.  Perhaps
it made sense - they were trying to see who had the best genes, not who had
the superior technology - but the human captain nonetheless picked up an
element of disdain in the Chinari's actions; they thought all other races
completely beneath their advanced psionics and tech, and the primitive
weapons they provided were illustrative of that.
   He crooked his lips in a grin.  He would make a statement those upstart
supremacists would never forget.  One by one, he made a show of
ostentatiously inspecting each weapon, before discarding them
melodramatically over his shoulder.  Despite his casual throws, they each
landed perfectly point-down, imbedding themselves into the sand in a
semicircle behind him.
   The crowd went wild, the psionic murmurs pressing on him as they
psychically hooted, and Garrett smirked up at the queen, who seemed to
shiver again beneath his gaze.  He blew her a kiss - drawing a roar of
surprised psionic murmurs - and turned to Ukalik, saluting him.  "You're a
fool, human," the ogre-like beast laughed.  "But all the better for me."
Garrett replied with a tight mysterious smile, and turned his back to the
brutish asshole, as though dismissing him.
   The force divider across the arena vanished, and Ukalik charged across.
His large stride took him to Garrett in the matter of several paces, but
the human captain remained unmoved, still with his back turned as the brute
swung his club-
   Then he moved, darting about with such efficient speed that not only
Ukalik, but the Chinari crowd, searched for a moment.  One moment the club
was inches from crushing him, the next he was simply gone, appearing as if
by magic behind Ukalik and tapping his back.  Ukalik roared and swung
around, and Garrett moved again, dodging a deadly scimitar swipe.
   With expert showmanship, Garrett stirred both his opponent and the
Chinari crowd into a frenzy.  Time and again, he dodged Ukalik's blows with
instants to spare and catching the hulk's vulnerable flanks, only to tap
him harmlessly.  "You fuckin' bastard!" Ukalik screamed, outraged.  "Stop
dancing like an Alfarin and FIGHT!"
   And right then, Garrett caught the heft of the club in his right hand,
stopping it dead in mid-swing as though all the force of a giant hadn't
been behind it!  "Okay," he said simply.  Ukalik stared at him,
dumbfounded, and Garrett ripped the club from his grasp and threw it away
towards the metal wall, which cracked into spiderwebs at the blow.
   Ukalik recovered and swung his scimitar, but Garrett didn't even bother
blocking.  The jagged blade tore into the supersoldier's skin...  and
stopped, barely penetrating the human captain's tough flesh.  Garrett
uppercut the brute, snapping his jaw into his mouth with bone-cracking
force and lifting the giant brute off his feet with the power behind his
blow.  As Ukalik landed heavily on one knee, dazed, Garrett plucked the
scimitar from him and hurled it away at the other side of the arena from
the club, where the blade was imbedded point-first, hilt-deep into the
metal wall.  The wounds on his side closed in instants, and the captain
followed up his assault with a hard punch straight to Ukalik's gut, and the
brute doubled over, collapsing to the ground and coughing up black blood.
   "You...  bastard..." the hulk choked, the look in his eyes pure hatred.
   But Garrett ignored him, turning around and facing up to the queen.  "I
will not kill simply because the Chinari tell me so!" he declared.  "I kill
when I so choose, by my will and not yours." He was certain various Chinari
were telepathically shouting outrage at his insolence, but the queen was
clearly affected by his commanding tone, though not even her guards
noticed.
   He heard the Ukalik's grumble behind him, and sensed an impending
assault, but did not move.  He would not finish this unprovoked.  Ukalik
punched him from behind, an attack clearly intended to shatter the human's
spine, but Garrett didn't even flinch.  Instead, the giant howled in pain,
having broken the bones in his hand from that punch.
   The supersoldier turned around and regarded Ukalik's pain-filled face.
"You chose this," he said, and snapped the brute's neck with a single,
casually strong twist of his hands.  Silver sparkles enshrouded his vision
as the transmat took him then, and he reappeared in a luxurious chamber, a
far cry from the dungeon or even the arena.
   Glowing crystals hung aloft in mid-air, and colored silks were draped
over plush cushions.  In the midst of the pillows lay a Chinari girl, fully
nude as were the others he'd encountered, but this one's hair was fanned
out around her rather than covering her charms.  Her skin gleamed, clearly
oiled, and her nipples hardened and her pussy moistened beneath his gaze;
even these supremacist psions weren't immune to his pheromones or rampant
virility.
   The transmat had not only teleported him here, but had removed his
clothing and even all the blood, sweat, and sand from him; it was the sort
of highly fine-precision transmat that was widely held to be impossible.  A
crystal jar hovered in mid-air beside him, full of a shimmering liquid
crystal ointment; Garrett guessed that it was the psi-crystalline interface
he'd postulated to enable the Chinari's cross-species fertility, and that
he was supposed to massage it into his cock and balls.
   He crooked his mouth into a quirked grin; the Chinari girl shivered
lustily at the look, and her eyes held a sultry come-hither look that he
suspected most breeding girls didn't give their partners.  Given his highly
genetically recombinant cum, he didn't need any such ointment, as had been
proven once they realized that Qihliani was pregnant despite being barren.
   He knelt before the Chinari breeder, and hitched up her legs, bracing
his knees against her inner thighs as his massive shaft rose and swelled
even further before her very eyes.  Her mouth hung open, panting lustily as
she watched a thick marble of precum bead on his tip and then drip hotly
onto her belly button, wresting a low moan from her.
   Garrett pulled his hips back to allow his cockknob to press lightly into
her tight virgin slit.  Her eyes were glowing brighter as her pleasure
heightened and her anticipation rose-
   And then Garrett seized her boobs, squeezing and fondling them with
supreme skill, just as he slammed his piledriver into her hot wet
fucksleeve cunt.  The little breeder was unprepared for the sudden
penetration of his pleasure-stick inside her lil fuckhole, and shrieked in
overwhelming pleasure - actually making an audible sound with her mouth and
not merely her thoughts - as the captain's rod pistoned inside her in hard,
almost brutal thrusts, stretching her out to allow his girth to penetrate
even further.  In that one hard rough pound, Garrett had sunk fully half
his length inside her tight hot pussy, and she thrashed uncontrollably
around that massive shaft the bulged out visibly through her torso, limbs
jerking spastically as her ecstasy peaked.
   Garrett grunted, sounding like a wild beast as her orgasming cunny
spasmed convulsively around his meaty slab of manhood.  He held her
writhing body pinned by his grip on her sensitive tits as he pushed further
inside her, watching the immense bulge of his piledriver go up her torso.
He met slight resistance as he pressed into her cervix, then he popped
through, forcing his way into her fertile womb as she screamed with
ecstatic abandon at feeling this titan claim her hot core as his very own
plaything.......
   It was hours later when the transmat brought him back to the dungeon. 
He'd fucked that little bitch in heat into a panting, drooling mess, and
left her tummy bloated with life-quickening seed.  He of course wasn't even
winded, though he was breathing heavily simply from lust.  The transmat had
put his gladiator outfit back on, and Jaarik eyed him.  "Took your time, I
see?"
   Garrett favored him with a grin of almost feral triumph.  "Nope, went
fast and hard - many, many, many times."
   Jaarik barked out a laugh.  "Until you appeared just now, I thought it
would be Ukalik I saw returning.  It seems I have severely underestimated
you.  I am glad it is you though."
   The sullen Fhillilla that had shared their cell earlier was gone, and
Garrett guessed that he had been Jaarik's opponent.  The old Haakti
followed his gaze, and nodded.  "I suspect that you and I shall be paired
next, human Garrett."
   Sure enough, the silvery sparkles of the transmat snatched them away to
the same arena in which Garrett had found himself before.  This time, it
was indeed Jaarik on the other side of the force field dividing the sand.
The old Haakti selected an odd-looking sort of halberd, a long sturdy haft
with an axe blade weighing one end, and a spearpoint on either end of the
shaft.
   Garrett had no wish to dishonor the Haakti, so he too selected a weapon,
though he didn't need one.  Grabbing a short sword - which looked more like
a long dagger in his broad hand - and a shield, he stood at attention and
saluted with his sword in the Haakti fashion.  Jaarik's eyebrows lifted in
surprise, but he smiled tightly, pleased, and returned the salute.
   The force divider shimmered away, and the combatants strode warily
towards each other.  Where Ukalik had been all brutish fury, Jaarik was an
intelligent, measured opponent.  They circled each other, feinting here and
there.  Garrett didn't bother reacting to any of the feints and to his
credit, Jaarik didn't react to any of the captain's.
   The supersoldier could feel the grizzled Haakti warrior studying his
movements, trying to get a feel of his combat style, and intuited that
Jaarik would not attack first, preferring to let Garrett expose himself
first.  Garrett mentally shrugged and obliged him.  With a quick slash, he
sideswiped the blade through the air, unsurprised when Jaarik blocked
easily with his halberd.
   Jaarik on the other hand was very surprised when the blow connected with
enough force that the pole cracked from the blow.  Narrowing his eyes, the
old warrior realized that Garrett hadn't even been using his full strength.
"A worthy foe," he said between clenched teeth, and began matching Garrett
swing for swing.
   The captain did not toy with Jaarik as he had with Ukalik.  The Haakti
was a noble man, and a creature of honor, and Garrett would not diminish
that.  Instead, with several brutally powerful, lightning fast slashes, he
battered aside Jaarik's defenses, and bashed the Haakti's head with the
shield, sending him stumbling back, slightly stunned and unable to flee.
   Garrett marched forward and put his boot on Jaarik's chest, pushing him
to his back as he held the point of his short sword to the old alien's
throat.  The Haakti spat out a tooth, but a twinkle was in his eye.  "An
honorable combat," he rasped.  "I yield.  A marvelous end to this wretched
life."
   But Garrett pulled back and turned away, holding his sword up to the
queen, who watched from her hovering throne as she had before.  "I do not
kill simply because the Chinari tell me so!" he reiterated his earlier
sentiment.
   He heard Jaarik's astonished gasp behind him, but did not turn.  There
was movement behind him as the psychic murmurs roared on the edge of his
consciousness - the crowd hooting and jeering - but Garrett trusted the
Haakti as he hadn't trusted Ukalik; the honorable warrior would not try a
trick, futile though it would be.
   Instead, he heard the sickening sound of a blade penetrating flesh, and
turned, surprised, to find Jaarik impaled on his own halberd, coughing up
blood.  "Jaarik--?"
   The old Haakti managed to smile.  "They would have...  killed...  both
of...  of us..." He collapsed.  Before Garrett could move to his side, the
silvery sparkling of transmat took him to another luxurious lounge, where
waited a new breeding toy for him.  The captain made a mental note to
himself to assign his Kossian doctor a new task, and then he set about
claiming the newest girl who was to bear his offspring.
   He fucked her throat, her ass, her tits, and her pussy over and over,
blowing 2 or 3 loads in each hole and slathering her in coats of cum so
thick she was almost completely covered in stringy white jizz.  When next
the transmat snatched him away, it was not back to the dungeon as he had
expected, but to the arena once more!
   This time, one of the Chinari queen's bodyguards faced him, hovering a
few feet in the air over the center of the arena.  His all-concealing armor
was gold and silver and blue and purple, even more ornate than the other
guards whom he had seen.  In each hand he held a sharp crystal stave, their
ends crackling with violet psionic force.
   His voice filled the arena.  "I speak with your barbarous communication,
creature, as you are so deficient as to be deaf and blind to the wonders of
our minds.  I am the Queen's Praetor, her mightiest warrior and bodyguard,
charged with her protection and honor.  You have mocked the Great Chinari
Enclave today, and stupidly challenge our superiority - a futile effort on
your part, as I will demonstrate to you, and everyone.  Choose your weapon,
creature!"
   Racks upon racks of weapons appeared in a shower of silver sparkles in a
semi-circle behind Garrett.  They were not just primitive weapons, but
several rather advanced weapons too.  None of them looked to be of Chinari
make, but instead appeared to have been confiscated from their captives
over the years.  Powerful blasters and personal force field generators
caught his eye as the most potent options among this offered arsenal.
   But he smiled crookedly and turned around, without selecting weapon or
protection, beyond his hands and his primitive gladiator outfit.  He
stretched languidly before announcing.  "The weapon I pit against the
supreme combatant of the Great Chinari Enclave...  is myself, and myself
alone."
   Garrett could just imagine the Praetor turning purple beneath his
helmet, and with a psionic cry of rage that couldn't penetrate Garrett's
consciousness, the Chinari warlord dived down, swinging his staves.
   The supersoldier blocked both staves simultaneously with his forearms.
The psionic fire tingled against his skin, blackening it, but his flesh
began healing instantaneously.  The Praetor had struck incredibly hard,
with strength psionically enhanced beyond even Ukalik's, but Garrett had
stopped the twin assaults dead, and the Chinari trembled, the force of the
stopped blow reverberating through him.
   The Praetor snarled, and a visible blast of force issued from his helmet
- a clear sign of direct psychic assault, but Garrett felt it as nothing
more than another tingling sensation.  The captain didn't give the Chinari
time to recover, but instead snatched the warlord's throat.  His fingers
clenched, bending crystal and metal effortlessly to crush the arrogant
Chinari's neck.
   Psionic electricity flashed all around them, as the Praetor thrashed in
his grasp, throwing everything he had at the human in a desperate
attempting to escape the inexorable grip.  But Garrett ignored it, unfazed,
and slowly but surely squeezed the life out of the Queen's Praetor with his
bare hand.
   Dead silence fell, the psionic murmurs hushing as the crowd was stunned
beyond belief.  Garrett smiled grimly to himself as he let the Praetor's
corpse fall.  "Now, Orulolia," he murmured.
   Overhead, the Triumph warped insystem and unleashed barrages from its
energy cannons that shattered crystal spires and pierced advanced Chinari
shielding like it wasn't even there.  More silver sparkling heralded
Charter infantry appearing in the arena, led by the captain's Haakti
tactics officer, who saluted him.  "Secure the area!" she barked, and the
jumptroopers activated their hoverpacks, leaping into the air to subdue the
Chinari guards and soldiers.
   "Comm Dr.  Celiveia and tell her to warp in," he ordered.  Orulolia
nodded and snapped off the order into her uniform's built-in communicator.
As devastating violet blasts fired from crackling psionic disruptors to
wash ineffectually against the Triumph's impervious shielding, another
silvery sparkle could almost be missed in the bright display of deadly
color as the Charter ship's Kossian doctor transmatted in.
   "I'm at you service, Captain," she said, saluting.  "Ah, do you
require...  medical attention?" She was frankly mystified what sort of
medical attention he might need, particularly since he knew as well as she
did that her knowledge of human biology was scant.
   Garrett described Jaarik, Ukalik, and the anonymous Fhillilla to her and
commanded, "Find and resuscitate, stat."
   "On it," she said, already scanning for matching lifeforms.
   The captain left her to her work, trusting her abilities, and looked up
at the sky, where the queen's hovering throne was ringed around by her
guards, who were looking uncertainly around, unable to escape the Charter
jumptroopers surrounding them.  "Need one?" Orulolia asked him, offering
him her hoverpack, but Garrett shook his head.
   He bent down, gathering strength in his legs, and leapt - high into the
air, so high that his perfectly calculated and timed jump landed directly
on the Chinari queen's throne, his knees straddling the sturdy crystalline
armrests.
   She gasped up at him, as he loomed over her, smiling crookedly.  Her
boobs heaved, but not from fright, and her reserve was so destroyed that
her psionically controlled hair fell away from her previously bared
privates.
   "Would you be my guest aboard my ship, your majesty?" he quirked his
rogueish grin at her.
   It was later, on the bridge of the Triumph, that Captain Garrett Harcrow
debriefed his crew.  When he had been transmatted to the bridge, Marco had
transmatted his uniform onto the captain as well, just to show off for the
Chinari.  "Marvel of engineering, cap'n," Chief Marco was saying, chewing
on one of his signature matchsticks.  "You couldn't tell from down there, I
reckon, but it's a mobile planetoid."
   "We've done preliminary geological studies on its composition," First
Officer Liosara put in.  "Several of the materials don't match any known in
Charter databases.  Their claim that they've come from other galaxies may
in fact be valid."
   "Them crystals," Marco shook his head.  "They don't produce as much
energy as heliotrinium, of course, but they do seem to be renewable -
rapidly renewable in fact."
   "So, advanced," Garrett mused, "but useless to the Charter with our
reptech."
   "Not necessarily, cap'n," Marco pondered.  "I've scanned their lattice
structure, and it could be excellent for imprinting information, both for
storage and transmission purposes."
   "Further that line of study, Chief," Garrett nodded, "and submit your
findings to the Brain Trust."
   "Aye, aye," the portly chief engineer saluted.
   "If I may interject, Captain," the Alfarin lass who served as his first
officer cut in, "Dr.  Celiveia's commed from medbay.  Says that her Haakti
patient wishes to speak with you."
   "I'll be right there." Garrett took the lift down to medbay and was
there in minutes.  Jaarik had been revived by the talented Kossian doctor
and the Charter's advanced medical technology, and so had the Fhillilla and
Ukalik.  The Fhillilla was glancing all around in wonderment, but Ukalik
seemed subdued, as if unable to process what had happened.  He snarled in a
somewhat friendly manner at the captain when he entered medbay.
   The Haakti swung his legs off his cot though, and saluted Garrett.  "You
didn't tell me you were captain of your own flagship.  This thing's as big
as one of our dreadnoughts."
   "Bigger," Garrett said.
   "So what exactly happened back there?" Jaarik tilted his head to the
side.
   "We knew of a series of abductions scattered all across Charter space
and beyond," Garrett told him.  "It was clear the abductions used a
masterful technique of transmat technology, and I made it our mission to
discover the source."
   "You used yourself as bait," Jaarik realized.
   "Exactly," the supersoldier grinned.  "The Chinari fell for it.  I'd had
a nanoscopic tracker and comm implanted into my shoulder, and my tactics
officer was monitoring everything."
   "Everything?" Jaarik chuckled, and Garrett laughed, remembering his two
breeding fucks.  The grizzled warrior sobered.  "I have a lot to catch up
on.  I've missed so much."
   "I recommend seeing Counselor Qihliani, she can help you adjust." Jaarik
looked a bit leery of talking to a counselor - such things were generally
counter to the tough grit and honor of his race - but he sighed, and
nodded. "If you will excuse me, friend Jaarik, I have another guest I must
check in upon."
   They shook hands.  Garrett nodded at Ukalik as he left, who responded
with a scowl that at least wasn't dripping with hostility.  He took the
lift up to his quarters, and was greeted with sight of the Chinari queen
lounging upon his bed when he entered.  "I see you're comfortable," he said
easily, running his eyes lingeringly over her luscious form.
   She let her psionic grasp of her hair loose, baring her assets to him.
Her pussy was puffy and pinkened, glistening with moisture, and her nipples
stood at erect attention, begging to be suckled.  She opened her mouth and
spoke, haltingly.  She clearly had never spoken out loud before in her
life. "My name is Chiellanara, queen of the Chinari.  By killing my
Praetor, you have by Chinari law claimed his position."
   He had popped his tremendous boner in his trousers, tenting his pants
considerably, and Chiellanara licked her lips, eyeing it.  "I do not serve
you, your majesty," he said, pulling off his shirt, baring his rippling,
chiseled musculature.
   She sighed, half-resignment, half-lust.  "No," she admitted.  "But you
have destroyed my people, having left us no way to reproduce.  All of our
men and most of our women, including myself, are barren.  We must cull the
strong from other races to survive." She cupped her full, luscious tit,
fondling herself as her clit peeked out from her bald slit.  "At least let
the reign of the last Chinari queen be...  pleasurable."
   He crooked his grin at her, watching her full ripe boobs rise and fall
rapidly with her lust.  "Well...  I can let your reign be pleasurable,
anyway." Not leaving her any time to ponder what he said, he slipped off
his trousers, revealing his massive beast of a cock to her hungry eyes.  He
pounced upon her like a panther, landing gently atop her, and pinning her
wrists down and bracing his knees against her inner thighs to hitch her
legs up.
   "Yessss...." she hissed, almost writhing with the intensity of her need.
He cocked his eyebrow jauntily at her, then drove his hips forward,
splitting her plump lil bald pussy open around his veiny slab of cockmeat
like an overripe fruit.  Her virgin cunny was deliciously tight, and
oh-so-wet, aching to be filled with the manhood of her new master, and
Chiellanara shrieked with her delight as he pummeled her, deep, hard, fast,
relentlessly, an unstoppable machine that filled her with nothing but
pleasure.
   Her hard nipples scraped sweetly against his chiseled abs, and their
flesh slicked sweatily along each other's as he fucked her.  She drove her
hips back up into his thrusts, desperately fucking herself on his titanic
fuckpole as he stretched her tight lil virgin twat to take his incredible
length and girth.
   With every pound, the visible bulge of his shaft slid further up her
torso, heightening her pleasure and driving her into a frenzy.  A powerful
slam hit his cockhead against her cervix, and the next plowed right
through, deforming her womb to take the massive cockknob invading it. 
Chiellanara's body was shaking so hard with rapture that she was almost
audibly humming, vibrating around his thrusting cock.
   Garrett dug his knees into the bed and redoubled his pounding,
jackhammering through her lush pussy and into her waiting, receptive womb
which ached for his cum so much.  Her lithe young legs wrapped around his
waist, her heels drumming on his back like a hummingbird as he drove her
wildly, mindlessly insane with sheer animal ecstasy.  Shrieks guttered in
her throat, ripped from her by his massive dick hilting inside her again
and again as he grunted and groaned, sounding like a feral beast himself as
he claimed her as his personal fucktoy, his personal plaything, his
personal jackoff sleeve.
   The bed creaked and groaned as they fucked, the sturdy frame built
specifically for the captain still unable to cope with the enthusiastic
fury of the supersoldier's pistoning.  The bulge of his elephantine
cockknob was visible between Chiellanara's succulent tits, and as she
juiced, her pussy clamped down around him like a wet, hot, velvet vise.
   Garrett's breath caught in his throat, his obese, meaty balls clenching,
and he roared his triumph as he spurted thick hot blasts of jizz deep
inside the Chinari queen's womb, doing the impossible and quickening her
hungry, barren womb with not just one child, but many children. 
Chiellanara's tongue flopped out of her mouth as the pleasure became too
intense even for her to scream, and she just gasped hoarsely, drunk on
feeling her fondest craving becoming reality: the titanic man's spunk
filling her very core, so copiously that it spilled out of her pussy
staining his bedding.
   With another ferocious pound that drove a full foot of his cock into her
well-fertilized, cum-bloated womb, Garrett slammed deep inside her with
such force that the bed finally crashed to the floor.  A high, shrill note
of absolute euphoria ripped its way from Chiellanara's throat, and she fell
limp, literally passing out from the intense pleasure of being thoroughly
fucked as her new master's cock-sock.
   Several more spurts of spunk jetted into her womb before Garrett was
spent, and he grinned down at her sleeping form, her head lolling back.  He
would enjoy fucking this one, and was ready to fuck her all over again once
she woke.  But until then...
   He spoke to the air.  "Comm: connect to Counselor Qihliani." There was a
moment, and then the pregnant empath's voice came through.
   "Yes, Captain?"
   "Come to my quarters at once, Counselor," he said, grinning as she
submissively answered with an eager Aye, aye.
   **********
   DISCLAIMER: This is always implicit in my stories, but let me make it
explicit.  I in no way condone any sexual or illegal activities with minors
in real life.  In real life, young boys and girls are not equipped,
emotionally or mentally or physically, for sexual activity.  My stories,
even those taking place in a 'realistic' setting, are pure fantasy in that
the fictional children inhabiting my stories are completely capable of
mature sexual love and lust.
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