Amazonia

By: Daniel “Pendragon”

© 2002

My name is Diyana Lockheed, or was, before I came into contact with the Trinity Project.

I had been a plain, ordinary-looking young woman just barely eighteen years of age, but even then, I had already amassed more knowledge than someone who was many times my age had. I was on the verge of completing what would have been my first doctoral thesis. Through my years at college, I had become a foremost mind in many biological fields, including anatomy, micro and macro cellular biology, biochemistry and nearly a dozen other fields, including several computer skills.

My job at the library allowed me to complete my papers while I was working.

I sat quietly at my place at the help desk of the library late at night, the library nearing closing time. Several books were arrayed around me, with my computer book sitting open nearby. The aura coming from my computer book, a new device that I had helped design and process into a working device set its glow against my clothing as they hung loosely about my slight body. The device was really a prototype really, but its capabilities well outmatched anything on the commercial market, having several “pages” worth of circuitry design for many uses both scientific and scholarly. I liked it because I had designed it with the new cutting edge technologies such as the motionless hard drive and crystal storage bays. It was in effect a compact version of a Gibson Computer.

Around the book were a mass of papers and files and such laid about it before me, along with a whiteout pen, a red and a blue pen, and several pencils both regular and colored.

For what must have been the hundredth time, I brushed my almost silvery-white hair away from my eyes before I shifted on my seat and readjusted my glasses. Sighing briefly, I began to nibble on the plastic end of my mechanical pencil. My dark green eyes, the only point of beauty on my frail, barely feminine frame, scanned the endless mound of papers while I continued keying in words into the word processor of my book with one hand. My complex notes for my thesis, marked by numerous blue and red marks, was almost bedazzling to my eyes while I sat shifting upon my stool.

I felt the fabric of several layers of clothing bunch up between my legs as I crossed one leg and leaned my weight forward on one arm. I then took a deep breath to clear my head, and with that breath I felt the sensation of my tight undershirt, shirt and the flap of my coveralls stretching over my bodice. Again, I chewed on the back of my pencil for a moment before scrawling in a few notes beside my paper, just before keying them in with my free hand.

I was so enthralled with my work, that I didn’t notice that I had a customer until the sound of a clearing throat entered my ears. Then my eyes lifted, and I blinked at the person standing just before me and immediately, I felt my heart skip a beat.

“I’m sorry,” I said as best as I could. “You wanted…?”

“Access to the archive room.” The gentleman standing before me answered with a knowing smile. “I have some things I need to research.”

He was a handsome man; perhaps four or five years older than me at the most, with shoulder length hair that was caught at the back of his head in a small ponytail. A suit, one of those ones that had a single-breasted jacket that would have come all the way up to his throat if he didn’t have the two flaps open at the top to expose his black tie and white shirt.

His eyes were a dazzling gray, and he had a smile that would have made a sunny day out of a storm. Again, I knew the sensation of my heart thumping heavily against my chest.

“Of course…” I smiled almost timidly, trying desperately to keep it from quavering as well as from rushing out of my mouth. “This way. I’ll show you to the room.”

I stepped forward, gesturing for him to follow, and he swung into motion as lithely as a tomcat. I was self-conscious of my hips swinging back and forth as I walked, my small feet swinging around and in front of the next with each step I took. I suddenly felt all too uncomfortable, in my coveralls, feeling the fabric sway around my figure as I led him across the library hall, down the stairs and into the archive room where all the old newspapers and such were kept.

Unlocking the door, I held it open for him, and standing with my back to the great plane of wood, I watched him as he shimmied by me. But since the hallway was so narrow, and thus the doorway as well, he had to press by me to get into the room. Gritting my teeth and smiling for him, I didn’t know whether to curse my fate or to praise it for such a situation.

As he stepped in, the cell phone at his side began to ring, and after shifting the briefcase in his hand to the other, he swiped the thing from his belt and opened it to receive the call.

“Yes?” I heard him as I let the door close behind him. “Yes… I’ve found the subject. Send the truck, and I’ll be back in a few hours.”

The door then latched shut, and I turned back toward my desk on the main level, my hips turning as I lifted one leg into motion. For an instant, I felt my intuition tug at me before I saddled back up stairs.

1

The streets were always quiet whenever I left the library, and now, a soft mist added to the still over the streets. In the city, there were no crickets chirping, and strangely, there were no sounds of cats meowing or dogs barking anywhere. If it weren’t for the sound of a car starting somewhere nearby, I would have felt alone.

Shifting my small back against my back and pulling my jacket more firmly around my frame, I continued on my way home to my lonely apartment in a brisk walk. My feet always stepped lightly, going toe then heel in my typical long-legged stride. I took a moment to reposition my glasses at the end of my nose and brush my hair back over my ear. When I lifted my head, I saw a man step out from an alcove to a shop just before promptly lighting a cigarette – or was it a cigar – before pulling a coat of his own around him against the ensuing cold. On a grate nearby him, a bum was trying to get some sleeps on one of the warm grates next to the street curb.

The Denizens of the City, I thought looking at the pair, but when I lowered my head, I saw something in the reflection of my glasses. There was a van coming up the street behind me, totally black with tinted windows, and driving with its lights off. I wondered at what fraternity trick this could be when at that moment I came near the man who had stepped out of the alcove.

Then in a blur of movement, the man with the cigar surged forward and grabbed me, bracing my arms close to my sides as he lifted me off the ground. I kicked and tried to scream, but the bum that had been on the grate, rose as swiftly as a shadow, and placed a strip of duct tape over my mouth.

The man, who held me, pushed me into the ground, pulling my arms painfully behind my back while the truck sped up beside us. I felt more duct tape binding my wrists and ankles, even as I heard the door to the van slide open, and in the next moment, I was being carried roughly into the van. More hands grabbed me, some being rather erotic with their touches before I was heaved heavily into the van’s metal wrought floor.

I rolled onto my side as the men entered the van behind me, taking their seats on the benches along the sides while staring down at me. I felt like a lost and frightened little woodland animal as I looked up at shadowy faces, and I couldn’t help but start to cry. The man with the cigar, a brute of a creature, smiled as he puffed out his cigar, and I saw the glow light briefly upon his face as a whiff of that acrid, eye-stinging smoke circled around my face.

Looking up at that face, I curled myself into as tight a ball as I could, my tears streaking off my cheeks and onto the floor of the van as the vehicle sped away; its lights turning on only after it carried me away with it.

2

The van drove around for what felt like hours, and even though I was still in the same emotional state as when I first entered the van, my eyes no longer had tears to cry, and my eyes burned at the effort to do so. Then I felt the motion of the van slow and finally come to a stop before it reversed direction and backed up. Then there was a lurch that caused me to slide backward a few inches, and then the rear doors swung open, letting in a flood of light that nearly blinded me with its brightness.

Hands grabbed me again, anchoring in the pits of my arms before lifting me roughly upright, dragging me along with them as I was pressed into a small room with four huge men. I could now see their faces, each and every one of them, and, most especially, the one who puffed on his cigar. Three long scars arched across his face from left forehead to right cheek, each white and puckered. A goatee decorated his mouth that seemed permanently fixed into a rictous snarl. My thighs pressed together, my clothing bunching up between them, as I tried to curl up in a ball again, but given the space, I managed only that.

One of the men, the smallest and youngest of the group, punched a few commands into a panel at his side, and I practically felt the floor drop out underneath me as the room fell within a shaft. A small window flashed nearby with the lights in the shaft speeding by so fast, it seemed like a strobe light. I didn’t even try to count how many passed by, but it was nearly five whole minutes before the elevator began to slow and then stopped with a lurch that caused my knees to sag. Then the doors opened, and a large oval room greeted me, plain and completely done in white except for an oaken desk and the things immediately around it.

A great banner, a black background, with a yellow pyramid – with an eye within the very top of the pyramid – greeted me briefly before another man raised from the desk. He wore a black jumpsuit and black single-breasted jacket underneath a black torso harness laden with many patches and insignias. It looked like a uniform.

The two men that supported me, drug me further into the room behind the other two as the man behind the desk moved around it and approached. The uniformed man stepped lithely for someone of his size. A sway of blond hair decorated his head.

“What do we have here?” He greeted with a smile that was too pleasant, and directed toward me. “Ah, a new ‘applicant.’” He smiled again, this time showing teeth.

The four men around me snickered at a joke that I did not understand, nor wished to.

Then while I stood there, the uniformed man reached behind his back and pulled out a knife. That was all I could think it was, for it was too short to be a sword. The blade was nearly half a foot long, curved and held by a pommel arrayed with spikes and deigned like a dragon. The blade gleamed in the light of the room as the man brought it up for my inspection, shifting it nonchalantly this way and that so that the light could slide down its edge.

“You are quite a prize, darlin’…” he almost whispered as he stepped closer to me, holding the blade close to his side. “I can see why the commander wanted you.”

He then brought the blade up and slid its flat against my cheek, sliding it gently over my soft skin. In an attempt to move away from it, I moved backward, but because of the two holding me, all I could manage was to arch my back. But that seemed to be an even bigger mistake, as my bosom lifted; the flap of my coveralls sliding downward to expose them in the same way my jacket spread open. I made a small noise as I felt the tip of the cold steel slide over my skin, its deadly might just a hairs breath of cutting my skin as it moved down my neck and stopped at my collarbone. Then as I was positioned like that, the two men holding my, each only by one hand, each tugged at my jacket collar, pulling it off of my shoulders so that it could bunch about my forearms and wrists.

I was so scared; I almost thought I’d wet myself if I could. I wished I could cry.

The man in the uniform then ducked toward my feet, and with a swipe of that knife, cut the layers of duct tape binding my ankles. I felt my feet simply freed, and for a moment, I thought of kicking him in the face while he was down there. But then I felt the knife again as it was slowly drawn upward against the inside of my leg. This time the pressure was more definite and done with the inside edge of the blade instead of just the flat or the blunt backward edge. It was drawn upward along my calf and into my inner thigh before swiping across over my crotch.

My body became so still as I felt that deadly blade rise between my legs, which I thought that even my breathing and heart stopped. There were more chuckles as my eyes closed more tightly, and I tensed as the blade was drawn further up my coveralls. Finally, the blade left, and after a few long moments, I dared to open my eyes and breath. My breasts heaved against my chest as it swelled with several quick breaths of air, and instinctively, my legs pressed together.

I wished I could cry.

But that one first bout of movements opened the cut that had been done, and slowly but surely, I felt the hem of my coveralls break open first at my thigh and at y chest, before the gap rapidly widened. A cool draft touched my inner thigh, and cursing fate, my head pulled backward and my eyes closed again before a quick inhale of startled fear wracked through me, almost seeming to but a choking touch upon my throat. Now my heart was beating powerfully against my chest, disturbing the fabric above it, and my breathing came in short bursts now, causing my now vulnerable bosom to heave with each breath. I felt the man press close to me, felt his lips upon my throat before he drew the blade against my other leg, and after a brief pause, cut the bonds upon my wrists.

I could feel his excitement, the way my body was arched, the way he held on to me, and another bout of instinct cause the muscles of my crotch to clench, and my inner thighs to bunch up. My back, coveralls and jacket were stripped off of me, the grip on my arms remaining though, and opening my eyes, the dark green faucets remaining pinched within their lids, while noises of muffled screams behind my gag kept me from crying out. The blade again danced between my legs, sliding over the vaginal muscles, which pinched even tighter before the blade raised a fraction of an inch and cut my trim panties from my body. Hands groped between my legs, and slapped my bottom, before another rose up within my shirt and fondled my breast.

My teats, to my demise, hardened under that fondling hand until they ached, and again the knife dance across my bodice, slicing open the buttons, cutting open sleeves, and exposing the next layer to be cut away. Death would have been preferable then, especially when the athletic bra I wore was sliced neatly open from between my breasts, exposing my virgin bodice to these savage creatures who I knew were going to rape me.

“Great Maker.” I heard someone say. “They’re real!” And a moment later, my breasts were touched and fondled; readjusted and fondled again.

It was true; I had developed faster than any of the other girls in all aspects except emotion. And to hide myself, to stay a shy little girl, I wore as much of confining undergarments as I could. They did well to make me seem like a girl, so that no man would see me as a thing to bed. But that seemed all for naught, especially now as I felt lips upon my nipples, a leg between my thighs, carousing me to sensual climax.

“Too bad the Commander said that she wasn’t to be violated.” Another voice behind me said.

“Yes… too bad.” The uniformed one returned, sneering impishly at my naked body. “Take her to processing then, and deposit her things in storage.”

“Yes sir!” two said at once, and I was pulled forward, my still shoed feet dragging against the ground.

I was brought to a wall that slid open, and I looked back at the way I had come almost longingly, trying to remember the way I had come should there be any chance of escape. But escape then was impossible due to the grip the two men had on me was tight, and their movements were fast. The door slid shut again, and I found myself in a long steel corridor with these two men holding me.

I was first brought over to a nearby wall, with some strange contraption upon it before I was forcefully slammed against a cushioned seat. My hands were lifted high over my head and the secured into some sort of bracers, before a pair of anklets secured my legs. I could feel the magnetic locks that clamped down tight about my wrists and ankles, remaining there a moment before powerful servos locked them into place. The duct tape gag was painfully pulled away from my lips, before my shoes were cut away from my feet. Then the men stepped back and I was then lifted by my arms by a pair of heavy mechanical clamps, the things tightening about the bands about my wrists. They maneuvered me further down the hall where a circular hole in the floor churned with some strange, viscous yellow liquid. Fans blew against me from underneath, pushing my hair up around my head toward the ceiling, while fanning the fear wrought sweat that beaded against my supple breasts and slid down my abdomen and the small of my back. The cooling effect seemed only to violate me more in this place, and the fans lasted only as long as it took for a glass bowl to be positioned around my neck, catching the long waves of my hair within it.

Then the machine slowly lowered my into the vat, and I felt a tingling sensation alight against my body, swirling around my feet, sliding up against my thighs and lower abdomen, caressing my bosom while tickling my back and under arms. The metal arms lowered my own arms into the pool, so that I was completely submerged within it short of my neck. The tingling sensation grew as it caressed my flesh, and I slowly became aware that the liquid was not only causing my hormones to pump more steadily through my veins, but it was also striping my flesh of every last piece of body hair. The liquid seemed to create moisture in my body while delivering stimulants and hormones designed to make me more sexually aroused, and after a minute or so, I actually longed for such physical contact.

Again, my thighs pressed together, feeling the viscous fluid slide against my body, and causing my nipples to draw erect again. Then the robotic arms lifted me again, and moving slightly above the vat, I drip-dried for a moment or two before I was moved again. This time I was suspended over a swirling vat of water that cleansed my body once, and then lifted me to remove the bowl around my neck, and then completely submerge me for no more than a second of breathless panic before lifting me away again.

More fans dried me with an almost searing heat, before I was moved one last time. My body was moved to face a wall complete with computers and various devices. One arm extended, and a metal collar was fastened around my neck. As it retracted, even as the servos in the band moved to lock it around my throat, another extended, but this one held a glowing crystal with several very sharp needles on it. Pausing over my chest, and sliding this way and that for a moment or two, it then plunged painfully into my chest. The needles painfully anchored into my chest, knitting with my skin and the underlying bone, and this time, with the gag away from my mouth, I screamed with the pain. The burning tore at me for several long seconds as the crystal actually wrapped itself in my flesh. Then the arm retracted, and the pain went away, leaving a dull numbing feeling against my chest and bosom.

Against my bodice, the gem started changing colors, finally ending in a dull, emerald green. Another grouping of arms extended, and this time, a band was pushed between my legs, one sliding over my crotch while the other pushed between the cheeks of my bottom. Two more protrusions that were cup-like were pushed over my breasts, pressing them together and then against my chest almost to the point where I couldn’t breathe. Then various bands extended to hold this very revealing, barely concealing metallic garb firmly about my bodice, connecting at my back and against my sides. Then I felt something crawling against my skin, and looking down, I saw a sheet of some micro-weave fabric sliding over portions of my body, but only enough to keep me barely warm. The fabric was barely opaque.

Finally I was pressed into the wall, and I was poked and prodded, with needles poking into the inside of my thighs and wrists, and then into my neck, injecting me with strange fluids that made me feel week while making me aroused again. A scanner took a picture of my retina, and as I was pulled back, I heard a computer voice out my measurements and biological compatibility. Then I was moved back and dropped roughly to the ground.

Weekly, I lifted myself as best as I could, my hands going between my thighs, pressing against the metal plates that covered my crotch while I practically bent into a fetal position.

Then the two men were there, picking me up while my head hung against my shoulders, and they carried me through twisting hallways and corridors, through doorways and down elevator shafts, to a final door.

There I was dragged inside to be laid upon bedding of red velvet and satin, all alone in the dark.

The two men left me then, and I heard the door close and lock behind them.

I lay there, staring at a ceiling that I could barely see, and cried.

3

One hour, two hours, I didn’t know which, before my eyes finally opened to a dim light permeating the room I was in. I must have fallen asleep, I thought, and hoped beyond hope that it was all a dream that I had just experienced. But when I felt the feel of steel against my breasts and crotch, and against most of my body, I almost broke down and started to cry again.

My bottom lip trembled as my slender fingers slid over my new garb, first over the soft, almost organic feeling steel that was remarkable warm, and then over the even softer fabric that held tightly to my bodice. The gem, pressed within the skin between my supple breasts, glowed hollowly, and I noticed, so did a gem against my lower abdomen as well as against my throat. I was also covered in silken sheets; soft, warm and oh so delicate against what parts of my skin were still bare; which was nearly everything. Lifting my dark green eyes, staring out from underneath a wave of my silvery hair, I saw a figure standing in front of an embankment of digital screens.

One showed a news broadcast, another the financial market, a third, the congress meeting room. Another showed an old man in an office, garbed in the uniform that this figure and the one with the knife I had met earlier were in. Two more showed actions of more men in those black uniforms. Another two fluctuated like the last two, between rooms containing women, scores of women, garbed like I was. Again, I wanted to cry at the display of so many enslaved, and I knew they were many because of the surroundings each image came in. A final one showed my face, twisting in its digital display with various statistics ranging from my eye color to my breast size, to my DNA string danced around beside my face.

I pulled the covers to me, thinking that if I was quiet enough, he wouldn’t know that I was awake. But then the figure leaned forward, touching a button on a desk, and all of the monitors winked out. A second later, the lights in the room slowly illuminated, and I saw the desk the figure had been standing in front of slowly lower into the floor.

“I see you are with us now, aren’t you Diyana Asai Lockheed?” the figure said without turning, and instead accepted a black uniform jacket from a robot that walked into the room, actually walked! And as fluidly as any human.

But then I recognized that voice, and I felt my heart sink within my bosom even before the man turned. He was the man who had come to the library; asked me to open archive room for him. I felt even more alone then, thinking that my violation was complete with his appearance somehow, and I found myself sliding further away from him while pulling the sheets up to cover myself.

But my action caused the man to sigh, and look sad, and I didn’t quite know whether his actions were because he could no longer see my bodice, or whether it was because I had done so. My mind chose the former of the two. I only stared defiantly at him then, my rosebud lips pressing together while I felt fear clench around my heart. Still he made no motion toward me.

“I am sorry that this has been done to you Diyana, but know that it was the lesser of two evils.”

“W-who... who are you?” I said finally though a lump in my throat. “And what do you mean the lesser of two evils?”

“I am Alexander Loranth, and to the rest of your question, allow me to show you.”

He turned again, this time pressing a button against the embankment of screens, and the images all reappeared.

“This man,” he said gesturing to the old man at his desk. “...Is a competitor of mine. He fears my success in the Trinity Project and at how fast I’m overcoming him, but little does he know that I’m using his own resources against him. And before you ask, the Trinity Project is a conquest of world domination.

“It has three aspects. The first is to unite the world under one rule, the second is to make humanity a breed of superior beings, and the third is to remove the feminine aspect of it all as thoroughly as possible. What that means, is that while men in this complex and in others are being genetically manipulated to be super soldiers, the women in it are being altered to act solely as breeding partners. The X-chromosome, which is attached to femininity, is slowly being designed to remove conscious thought, while making you all the perfect blend of sensual attractiveness, breeding capacity and sources of enjoyment.”

Shock welled up inside of me as every last word he said struck me harder and harder, until I flinched at his words as if he were striking me.

“I, on the other hand,” he continued. “Believe that women should retain their conscious thought, simply for the aspect of a mate one can communicate with. You, Diyana, already are the perfect blend of all aspect that we wish, and furthermore, you are also one of the foremost minds in biological engineering. This man, would have forced you to use your know how to hasten the project, while at the same time requiring you to be a source for his physical pleasure. I stole you away before he could do so. Unlike him, I have no intention of doing anything with you other than protecting you.

“The soldiers in this complex know that you are not to be assaulted as long as you remain my servant, which is why you are clothed more so than any of the other women here.”

I nodded, seeing one of the harem-like scenes where a conglomeration of women lounged naked save for their neck, wrist and armbands. Some, though it disgusted me to see it, actually enjoyed this sort of place. My disgust was heightened as I saw others crying upon the shoulders of their peers.

Then I looked at Alexander, blinking away the tears while my lips pressed timidly together again. “And y-you aren’t going t-to, rape me?”

This time, the sadness in his dark blue eyes was apparent, and then he was stepping forward toward me. He sat down beside me, and as he lifted a hand, I flinched as if he were about to hit me, but instead, he pulled me to him, his strong hand smoothing out my hair while I still tentatively clutched the blankets to me.

“Only if it is your choice, Diyana.” He said, and then lifted the silken blanket to wrap me within it.

He held me, gently despite his size and bearing, before he lifted me free of the bed and carried me with him. I started, my head lifting as he brought me to a doorway against one wall, and after pressing a panel next to it, he brought me inside. The lights were dim, but he laid me on a small circular bed indented into the floor. Moisture in the room said that there was a pool of water in the room somewhere.

As he laid me down, I felt the silken bed sheet between my legs, tugging at me as I shifted to lie down. I felt like a little girl in a storm as I rose and made his way back where we had come.

“This is your room Diyana.” I heard him say. “Tomorrow, someone will show you around the complex to the areas where you will be allowed to move freely. Goodnight, Diyana.”

With that, the door hissed shut behind him, and again I was left all alone in the dark. This time, however, I didn’t cry myself to sleep.

4

My eyes flickered open to a sudden light invading my room, and rising from my bedding, I shielded my eyes from the wave of light that assaulted me. I purely feminine shape was framed in the doorway, and I heard the figure say “Lights on.” A moment before the lights slowly brightened on. The woman who then walked into the room was purely much more mature than I was. Perhaps five to ten years older or more.

She had green eyes like I did, but her hair was a brilliant fire-red, the whole of it caught at the back of her head in a long trail that feel well to her bottom. Green ribbons held it all together in its long tail, while a few strands hid her eyes behind a pair of circular glasses perched upon her nose. Sadly, she wore the neck brace, anklets, armlets and the gem that I did, her gem glowing the same color as mine, but unlike me, the only thing to cover her supple body was a narrow piece of cloth that fell over her shoulders. The heavy cloth wide enough to just barely hide her very full and rounded breasts and the cleave of her womanhood. It was like a single-breasted jacket, held to her by a pair of buttons at her shoulder. A pair of thigh high leggings that held tightly to her slender legs, the fabric barely dark enough to hide what color her skin was, held tight about her thighs, the pair making a light swishing noise as she drew further into a room. There was a sad smile across her full and reddened lips. Then I saw a leg brace clasped around the upper thigh of her left leg, a bright glowing gem and a black triangle decorating it, as it seemed to expand and contract as the muscle underneath it did.

Her bodice was supple, and athletic, and she carried a strange data pad with her. I watched as she knelt before me, her eyes that were several shades brighter than my own, watching me almost motherly.

“Good morning, Diyana.” She smiled rather weakly. “I’m Anya. I’m here to show you around The Lair. Commander Alexander wants us to work together, I’ve been told.”

I smiled in spite of the situation, a smile that lasted only a second or two before drifting away, and covering my mouth, I yawned deeply before stretching. I felt the soft metal spread with my breasts, while the rest readjusted itself on almost tendon like joints before I took a deep sighing breath of air. With that, I felt the hooking protrusions that covered my nipples; readjust around my bodice as my breasts swelled. The sliding touch of the soft, almost leather-like metal was almost erotic.

Then I realized that I had to relieve myself, and my hands lowered between my legs to slide over the leathery plates in an effort to get them off.

“Ugh. How do you get this thing off?” I asked. “I really gotta go!”

Anya nodded, and then reaching out, she depressed the green jewel in my lower abdomen. The body cloth of my suit quickly retracted before all of the metal joints collapsed and realigned themselves. Shortly, I was left naked before Anya, and looking down at my body, I rose with the silken sheets, feeling them rub enticingly against me as I pulled them around my naked body. At my back, I felt the suit finish off in a narrow disk at the peak of my back.

“Now, I need to know where to go?” I said, biting my lower lip while I felt my thighs press together underneath the silken blanket.

Anya tilted her head to one side while she looked up at me for a second or two, then she gestured toward one wall. Turning, I blinked as I stood there, practically naked, and wrapped within a silken blanket that barely hid that fact while the corner of the room realigned itself. A receptacle rose from the wall and then pushed outward, while panels slid outward to give very little privacy. Biting upon my lower lips, I dropped the blanket and padded over the tiles to where it rested. As I entered, glass sheets only slightly darkened, rose from the panels that already existed, and sitting down, I practically yelped when a metal cup rose to cover my crotch and I felt a suction pull at the folds of my skin between my thighs, making a solid connection. I could do little else than let myself go.

“It’s to test whether you have been impregnated.” Anya said, her frame appearing in the open doorway of the stall.

She stood with knees close together, and hands clasped close before her, looking down at me while the vacuum sucked me dry, moistened my skin and then let go.

“And what if I was?” I asked standing, feeling moisture slide down my inner thigh while the small cubicle reset itself.

“Those of us who do… become impregnated, gain special privileges. We are brought to a special room and pampered, and for a whole nine months, they actually leave you alone.”

She turned her head away and her hands pressed over her lower abdomen. Again, I felt that clenching feeling around my heart, and I felt for her as she took a couple halting steps away from me. “Because of my skills,” she began. “I am supposed to be left utterly alone and just ogled at. But because of some of my other skills,” this she said as she cupped her rounded breasts with both hands. “Those privileges are slightly depressed, and I am treated only slightly better than all the others.”

Then she turned to me, and stepping close until our bodies pressed, and I felt her breasts against mine, she pressed something against my back, and that strange armor reasserted itself about my bodice; sliding over my crotch and adhering to my teats while cupping my breasts with their touch.

“The band around my thigh marks me as ‘limited access.’” She snorted at that and took a couple of steps away from me. Your garb dictates ‘sole access,’ meaning that only one man in this compound can… copulate with you.”

There was a pause, and I spoke into it.

“The commander.” I said as a statement and not a question. It would have to be him. And if he kept his promise, then I would be safe if everything remained satisfied.

Anya nodded. “The jewels on our breasts are the same on the men’s. They track the biological counts in the human body. If the hormonal count in a man and a woman here changes to mark sexual activities, and two cells of opposing light are in close proximity, then the man is shocked and you are drugged, while security personnel are alerted to the offence.” Her mouth twisted. “But it takes several minutes for that process to take place, and some of the soldiers have become very good at timing. And because of these cells, we cannot take physical action against them other than to take it. The punishment for resisting them is a shock that can kill instead of just stun.”

Then she turned to me, saw the worried and afraid look on my face, and then she stepped forward, took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “But you, at least, are safer than most. Now come. I must show you around our area of the complex.”

She pulled me along with her as we went out her door and into the corridor. The corridor she pulled me into seemed to have been made to please a woman, and the air here was so humid, that I began to sweat everywhere, and only after taking a few steps did I feel a heavy slick sweat start to permeate over my flesh. Looking to Anya as she walked beside me, I saw that she didn’t even seat an ounce, her body glistening, but not beading.

I surmised that she must have been here for a very long time.

Looking around me, I saw that this was a different corridor than the one I was originally dragged through, and after a moment of thought, I surmised that the Alexander’s quarters must let out onto an outer ring of sorts that surround the women’s section of the complex.

Anya confirmed such suspicions when I had asked her, saying that the areas we were limited to created only one tenth of the whole complex, taking up a small sphere in the very center where we could be protected if need be. She didn’t answer the question of what we were being protected from.

The largest rooms that Anya showed me, were huge harems contained within a broad, domed coliseum-like construct; each with a large pool of water, and each housing hundreds of women. Each of those women strutted around naked as the day that they were born, having only their anklets and armlets, and the choker band to clothe them. I walked among them, seeing many watching me for a short while before they went back to what they were doing. Some greeted Anya, having the same sad smile that she wore, and Anya nodded in greeting to each.

Lining the whole complex were hundreds of what I could only describe as stalls, with satin cushions which held some personal belongings, most of which were small and made of non-lethal objects, like plastic brushes and makeup. Some had books.

There were even robotic servants who walked around the room, delivering fruits and other foods, and acting as butlers for all of these women.

There were twelve such domed rooms like these; each arrayed in a circle at the very center of our sphere. The rooms were assembled into four groups, each group having a lower, middle and an upper class. The four groups, Red, Yellow, Blue and White, dictated the accessibility of the women who resided there; white being the highest, and reserved for the officers. The class distinction, was how readily available those women made themselves to their suitors.

The upper class of the whites were actually able to wear a great deal of clothing, and I gathered their apparel was purposely chosen to be sensuous and desiring to the men who came to them. Some wore leggings like Anya, and wore shorts of some kind with the sides split open to reveal their hips. That clothing also clung to their bodies, showing each luscious curve of their bodies. These women also looked like super models, each shaming the kind of looks found on Cindy Crawford. There was really very little flesh revealed. Green, like the colors Anya and I wore, were reserved for those who had ‘special access,’ giving us to be abused only by the higher up officers, or those of us who were sanctioned out by one man to be their adoring mates.

As Anya explained it, some of those men had several greens curtailing to them - those women acting as no more than love slaves. In Anya’s case, however, she was a scientist, forced to run the breeding program here in the lair.

Anya showed me to several other places, which all said that if a woman was to just accept her fate here; she would be well taken care of. There was a library, quite well stocked and with cushioned beds instead of desks for reading, a commissary, and a number of other facilities to accommodate for any desire or need we might have. If I wasn’t a prisoner in a gilded cage without bars, I would have actually enjoyed this place. But no mater how it was made up to be, it was still a concentration camp, and we the prisoners.

I wanted to sick up.

The final room Anya showed me was a lab at the very peak of the sphere we were limited to. The lab was centered on genetics breeding, and it was here that we spent most of our time. It seems, I found, that I was supposed to assist Anya in this room. I bit my lower lips firmly when I learned that, almost enough to break the skin.

Then, in the middle of her explanation of the room, she paused, and remained silent for a short time as she stared up at a glass tube filled with a light green liquid.

“What were you, Diyana, before they kidnapped you?” She didn’t give me time to answer. “Probably like me: a woman in a man’s world, trying to struggle with your own inventions that could remake the human race, you with a perfect mind on a perfect body,” she cupped one of her breasts again, and her eyes saddened. “About to become a mind above all minds and break the way we are with your ideas and inventions.”

I simply nodded. Then I felt a heavy hand came to rest upon my shoulder, and I started as I jerked around to see a man standing over me. "Over" was a word that barely fit the situation. My height had always been slight, but the man that stood there was head, shoulders and chest over me.

“Is this your new student Anya?” I heard him say. “He was quite handsome, and his uniform was grandly decorated. “I can see why the commander chose her.

His eyes shifted in a quick motion, looking down at my supple breasts, and then where my bare bottom poked out from the thong bar between my cheeks. But other than that first contact with his hand upon my shoulder, he made no further movement toward me. Instead, his heavy hand left my shoulder and he stepped to Anya, moving into her back as he rested his broad hands upon her equally broad and perfectly rounded hips.

Then I heard him whisper into her ear as he turned with her a little, so that she stood slightly before him, and she angled toward me.

“Anya, let me take you from all this. Let me make you my mate, let me care for you, and all you’ll ever have to do is look pretty, eat, sleep, run you little program in here and bare my children. Please.”

He nuzzled her neck as he said this, and I watched as Anya lifted one hand and braced it at the back of his neck. But I noticed while this man talked, his hands were moving; one sliding down and around her hip, over her leg and to her inner thigh, before sliding upward and clasping in between her legs. His other hand lifted to her breast, and I watched as her body cloth shifted so that I could see that powerful hand of his gently massaging her breast. In between his fingers I saw her nipple flex and draw erect, compressing on itself till a subtle mound rose from the lump of her chest. Her breathing quickened, her elation rose, drawing so powerful that I saw a bead of cream form at her nipple and slide over the man’s fingers.

“Please Anya.” He whispered again, and this time, Anya lifted her hand to clasp her wrist as his fingers stroked the folds of skin between her legs.

My throat tightened as I watched this display of open affection – the man, whoever he was, actually wanted Anya for his own – and Anya wanted him. She tried to hide it, she hated the situation she was in, as would any woman, but her lips creased and turned upward slightly whenever they were closed, and I heard sounds of pleasure, very soft, but very contended.

“I still cannot decide, Justin,” She said. So, that was his name. “There are so many of you inner circle officers who want my affection, and the commander demands my full attention on the Project. Yet again – ooh – I must decline.”

“I understand.” Justin said, his hand sliding upward from between her legs sliding against her stomach before he withdrew from her. “I’ll continue waiting, love. A word from you, and I’ll take you from all of this.”

Anya continued to stand there, watching after him. He left through a door that opened for him, instead of the elevator that Anya and I had arrived in. As the door slid shut behind him, I saw him lick the cream of Anya’s breasts off the back of his hand. Taking a few steps so that I stood beside her, I eyed her tentatively as she pulled on her bodycloth, her face straightening and becoming placid and controlled again. But her hands pulled a little too much on her bodycloth, her fingers tightening on its hem as one of the buttons unsnapped at her shoulder and the fabric folded between her breasts. Then I noticed that she was grinding her hands between her legs, and her teats remained erect to spill milk over her bodice.

Infatuation hell… she was in love, and didn’t want to recognize it. What an odd place this was, I thought to myself. As she turned toward me, she almost started at seeing me, as if she had forgotten I was still here, and she then quickly began composing herself, wiping her bosom clean of sweat and her milk before realigning her bodycloth over her shapely bodice.

“As I said, Diyana, they just come and fondle you.” She said that while panting and clenching her hand to her throat.

Anya then took me through the rest of the lab, introducing me to two other women who also worked here, both dressed like Anya was, both equipped with green Cells, and both as beautiful as goddesses. They both were also a reflection of the other, like mirror images of one person, both having the same face, the same shape of the body, the same way of standing. They even had the same personality. Sometimes, one finished what the other was saying.

“Sarah and Kera were both born here in the Lair. In that great glass and metal tube, I showed you. That was a gene splicer, and we tried to make the perfect male, but numerous ‘defections’ occurred.” The way Anya said that, it seemed as if she had done it on purpose, and was severely reprimanded for it. “The two defects that occurred were that they became female, the embryo split, and that they were supremely intelligent. They two are the perfect breeding stock at least.”

Anya stepped forward, laying a gentle hand on both of their shoulders, and the two hugged her, one calling her ‘mother.’ “The only thing that we did accomplish is that they matured at an alarming rate. Both are only six years old.”

I blinked at that, seeing how the two nuzzled their much taller mother, holding her in the same way, and one actually trying to nurse. Then I watched as Anya again pulled her bodycloth down, and the two fastened their luscious mouths over each of her teats, their eyes closing as one pawed her breast and the other simply held onto her.

“The egg that produced them was one of mine,” I heard Anya say as she smoothed back the black hair of the two girls. “But they had twelve fathers, including the commander. But none consoles them better, nor protects them better than Justin. Bless his soul.”

That last was said so softly a barely heard it.

“These two sleep with me, eat with me and work with me. “ She hugged them closer, and they each placed a slender hand over her heart. “My only regret with them is that I wasn’t able to birth them properly, instead of pulling them from a gen-tank.”

“H-how old are you Anya?” I asked, watching this display of affection with mother and genetically created daughters.

“Almost twenty eight.” There was a motherly smile against her face.

I sat down upon a stool, continuing to watch the three until first one and then the next withdrew from their mother’s teats. Anya smiled down at them, dawdling a hand in their manes of silken hair before the pair went back to work.

“Sarah, could you get a tech robe for Diyana?” Anya asked as she gently smoothed the cloth of her body cloth again.

The sister quickly nodded and then hurried off while her sister continued to adjust a piece of equipment. Anya again began to show me around the lab, showing me storage rooms, both cold and warm before Sarah returned. Anya quickly secured the bodycloth about my slender frame; adjusting the straps in the back of the robe, and then snapping the buttons shut.

“I think that should be all, Diyana.” She said as she finished fastening the bodycloth around me. “I’ll take you back to your quarters.”

The twins said a few farewells as I went off with their ‘mother.’ In no time, I was back at my room.

5

The door slid shut silently behind me; shutting Anya out before, I leaned against it. This is madness! I thought; breathing a sigh of relief as my chest deflated from a breath of air I didn’t know I was holding. My hand lowered to the small gem at my abdomen, and depressing it, I felt the vast work of bars and such disconnect as the whole mass retracted and folded over itself until a small disk was all that remained at the peak of my back. Suddenly, the feeling of the purpose of this place overwhelmed me, and I sank to my knees right then and there, both my hands fold over my crotch while I cried silently for a short while.

I felt dirty, and then hobbling with both legs and one hand like some wounded animal, I climbed into the pool of water and started clean myself. I could feel the tears streaking down my face, even as the water in the pool started to swirl like a Jacuzzi. Frantically, I tried to cleanse myself of the taint of this place; scrubbing my arms, my breasts, my legs and abdomen, everything that I could with my fingernails. When that was done, I submerged myself, feeling hysteria clench about my throat, burn at my eyes, and I practically drowned myself before I rose again out of the water, to afraid to end it as my white hair danced about my head, and water streamed down my face. The tears that once again danced over my eyes, seemed cool compared to the hot water, and crossing my arms over my chest, feeling my breasts compress underneath their clenching might, I stood there, breathing heavily, feeling the cool steel of my bracelets, and then that of my necklace.

My heart was beating so quickly that it thudded against my chest, pounding so strongly that each beat disturbed the flesh above it. Each beat sent an increasingly larger spread through my body, first just the beating of my heart, then a throbbing in my chest, and then a gentle beating against my breasts that throbbed within my neck and caused my teats to draw erect. Finally the beating took over in my lower abdomen, and my back arched as I felt it alight against my crotch, and in an action of instinct, I felt the muscle there between my thighs clench tightly.

Then there was the sound of hydraulics and moving machinery, and it took me a moment to realize that I was rising out of the water. Looking down, I saw the metal grate beneath my feet as I was lifted, and I fell to my hands and knees, all the while the refreshing touch of the water slid like a lingering lover from off my flesh. Then the touch was gone, and beneath me, two metal plates sealed the pool off. Half stumbling, still wet as a dog, I made my way for my bedding, now made, and not bothering to open the satin sheets, I tumbled onto its cover, my hands pressing deeply between my legs as I curled up into a fetal position.

In time, I had cried myself to sleep.

6

My eyes slowly opened to the darkness of my room, and sitting up, feeling the soft sheets sliding against my naked body; I had to remind myself that I was still in captivity. It had been three days since I had been brought here, and coming to a stand, I moved over to one wall, as a panel opened up, and a table and a bench unfolded. A toothbrush, and a tray of makeup, brushes and combs, even jewelry, opened up to me. I actually used them, making myself look pretty, but knowing that I was untouchable by any of the men here save for Alexander.

At nights, I did what I was supposed to, waited on him, even though he sometimes asked me not to. But he didn’t complain when I gave him a massage, sitting on him naked while I worked my hands as best as I could. But aside from me touching him, no other contact came between us. He apparently was standing by his word. Unless I initiated the action of lovemaking, he would not take me. Standing, and rinsing the toothpaste in the sink in the table, I passed my hands gently over my body, wondering if I truly was beautiful to him before I activated my armor-like clothing and then donned my workers robe. I also pulled on a pair of thigh high boots, like those Anya wore only blue, and absent of the thigh band, securing them both up close to my hips. Then I did my hair up in a dazzling array of twists and turns, securing it all with a pair of black lacquered hair-stays, and a silver comb at the back of my head. The pieces of jewelry, from Alexander I guessed, went on last.

I rose then, checking myself in the mirror before turning for the room’s solitary exit. But before I was able to go out the door into the humid corridors, the side door to my room, the one that only he could open, hissed ajar, with Alex standing framed in it. I whirled around, folding my arms over my bosom as he stepped toward me. In his hands was something I recognized.

“My backpack.” I said as a matter of fact, and then accepted it from him. “Thank you.”

In all reality, I was ecstatic. My computer book was inside of it, along with all of the other things I dearly missed since it was taken from me. If only he knew of the power, I would gain with my computer book in my hands now.

“And your glasses.” He said, and then lightly pushed the frames over my eyes.

Again, I thanked him, and then clutched my bag close to me, not realizing how close he was to me. Close enough for the flexible plates over my breasts to mash and press my bosom higher. I had the vague impression of his hand lifting slightly at his side, as if he was restraining himself from brushing at my cheek or something.

I turned then, my bare feet stepping lightly against the ceramic tiles. “I’ve… gotta go now.” I said, and lifted a hand to brush a flock of my hair back over my ear.

He didn’t say a thing, merely stood there and watched me, his back straight as an arrow while my hand lifted to depress the door switch. The door slid quietly open on a cushion of air, releasing only a hiss of escaping gasses as it slid into the wall. But once open, I stopped short as I saw Anya standing there, her hand lifting to depress the call switch, and after a moment of stunned silence, she smiled at me.

“I’m here to show you up to the lab, Diyana.” She said, her chin tilting upward slightly. “I know you know the way, but I wanted to brief you on your assigned task today.” Then she paused, and looked over my shoulder into my room. “Um, I heard voices. Who were you talking to?”

I turned quickly, the question of asking her what did she meant by "Who" I was talking to, but that question vanished as soon as I saw that Alexander was no longer behind me. I gestured blankly toward the space he had just occupied, then shook my head and muttered out that it was no body, and simply slipped past her outside.

I was becoming used to constantly walking out into the humidity of the hallways, and now my body simply took on a glistening view as sweat moistened my flesh. Shifting my back over one shoulder, I followed behind Anya, folding my hands before me while my head turned this way and that to view the hallways around me. They had all been done in soft pastel colors, mainly pink, with large displays of creeper vines clinging against the walls and ceiling and along a groove set against the floor, with beautiful, luscious blue and purple flowers decorating the vines. More women, all of them wearing clothing that did little more than cast an opaque shadow where the skin brushed beneath it, that was little more than a scarf over their chests and a loincloth, tended to the plants. Some of them actually showed enjoyment in their job despite where they were.

I tried to ignore them. I knew that any man entering this place could just freely take and abuse them.

Like usual, Anya took me to the laboratory where we worked, and immediately upon entering, I sat myself down and went to work analyzing gene codes. I was simply amazed at how many gene codes they had already analyzed, and what codes did what in both the male and the female body. But since we were toying with the X-chromosomes alone… I didn’t have to bother with any of the other forty-six in the human body.

Anya’s “daughters” worked closely with their mother and me and again I was amazed at their intelligence, which was very equal to my mine. But unlike Anya and I, who did our tasks with apprehension, they did theirs simply because it was what they were told to do. The pair, both having the beauty of goddesses, beauty that any woman would die for, they weren’t even aware of. Their mental and physical bodies were very much developed, but their emotional levels were still those of six-year-old children still suckling from their mother’s tits. We worked, Ate, rested, and worked some more for the day, like we had the last few days since I had come here. After twelve hours in the lab, I returned to my suite alone and they to theirs.

I was walking down one hall, keying in a few more figures into my computer book before closing it again and stowing it into my bag. I was very near to my quarters then, and I should have continued walking instead of simply pausing in that one motion. That one motion cost me however as strong hands suddenly grasped my arms from behind and pulled me backward into a dark room. Then the door closed, and I felt a hard body press up against me.

I felt lips against my neck, and I tried to scream instinctively, but a powerful hand clamped over my mouth kept that loud screech from exiting my mouth.

“The Colonel sends his respects to you, Diyana Lockheed.” Came a low voice in my ear. “Tell your Commander that he will no longer be able to just snatch things whenever he wishes.”

I was turned around roughly then, and then pushed to the ground, and I tripped over my own feet in an effort to get away from the man who was standing over me. In the darkness, I could see the glow of a bright blue gem, and I thought briefly, of how he would be punished for assaulting me, being that I was a green and so far above him. But then his hands lifted, and I watched in horror as the gem at his chest started to change colors, finally settling on green.

My heart began to pound against my chest as I tried to back away from him, but found that I had already inadvertently backed up against a wall in my first effort to escape him. I felt my knees thrust apart before he knelt between them, and fingering underneath my robe, first touching the inside of my thigh before sliding over the metal plate over my crotch. I felt him depress the gem against my navel, and then I knew the sensation of all of the plates against my body sliding away before a strong hand finally touched my womanhood.

“Restraints activate.” He whispered before kissing me.

There was the feeling of a magnetic field activating before both of my wrists were drawn together and then anchored against the ground. His hands groped along my thighs, touching my breasts and belly beneath the cloth before a heard body pressed against mine and my robe was practically ripped away from me. I was crying, feeling this creature’s excitement through only a few thin layers of cloth as he dug his hips against mine. I was groped and violated, touched and probed, and with his mouth over mine, I couldn’t scream. Even with his mouth away, a heavy knot in my throat kept me from making any louder sound than a gasp. He beat me to make me settle down, slapping me, slugging me with a hard knuckled fist, until I simply laid there.

Then I felt a pair of wet fingers slide down between my breasts and over my navel before sliding delicately between my pubic muscles, but not sliding in. Then the hand started to work just above my skin, and I heard a belt and a zipper being undone before more flesh, very warm and hard flesh, came to lie against my skin.

It was then, just as this man was lifting himself to violate me even more, the door slid open, and a high-pitched wail entered my ears that quickly rose in pitch until my ears could no longer hear it. It took me a moment for my eyes to clear, but when they did, I saw the face of the practically naked man on top of me, and then at the strange gun with a glowing tip pressed to the side of his head. My eyes followed that glowing tip upward until I saw the eyes of the man who held it, and I thought I’d never bless the creator that Alexander stood there holding that gun.

“You all have been taught of what an anti-matter mater blast does at long range… do you care to wager what will happen at point-blank?” Alexander said.

The man on top of me smiled. “Oh high and mighty commander, I am a special envoy from the inner circle, if you so much as look at me wrong, I can have you made into one of these whores; have your genetic matrix altered so that you really do become a woman. Now be so kind and close the door. You’re creating a nasty draft.”

He then turned forward, and I felt that thick mass of flesh plunge between my thighs, and pierce my pelvis bone to the core. There were two hard pushes against me; and all in that time, I was afraid for my life, and I cried as my back arched with all of my inner pain. I thought about death, thought about revenge, thought about just sinking inside of myself and hiding there. Then the two of us were separated so quickly, that for one instant, I was in the worst pain that I was ever in, and the next, glorious, glorious freedom.

Through one half closed eye, I saw Alexander tear that man from me as if in slow motion, my unknown assailants naked body being flung outward a second before a blast rocketed off from Alexander’s weapon. The blast was white hot, and so bright that it left a purplish streak where it once was. More blasts stuck outward, each one disintegrating my assailant as if he never was. In a few moments, he just wasn’t.

Alexander turned to me, and I saw compassion against his face as he quickly surged forward and smoothed one hand over my face, wiping away blood and tears. Then he gathered me up, wrapped me in his jacket and carried me outside. The strength of his arms was comforting as he carried me away from my pain, but of that pain, there was still enough to send me deep into healing sleep, my mind wishing so much to escape from it.

7

I opened my eyes, and then wished I hadn’t when a rush of pain flowed over me. I heard a low moan, and it took me a moment to know that I had been the one who muttered it. There were shapes hovering over me, and I had to squint in order to see them as a headache pounded heavily against the front of my skull.

I felt the touch of a wet rag being dragged over me, touching the hollow of my throat and my forehead, and my eyes focused finally to see a young woman in a tight bodysuit around her bodice, smiling comfortingly down at me. She was the one working the wet cloth against my bare skin. A white cell glowed between her breasts just above the sloping neckline of her bodysuit. Turning my head, I saw Alexander, standing with his back ramrod straight, and his face expressionless.

“Careful there, don’t try to get up.” The young woman was saying. Her voice sounded as if she were coming from across a canyon. “You were hurt pretty bad.”

“Wh-who are you?” I whispered, turning back to the woman over me with a tinge of pain.

“My name is Janice. I’m a White third class, and a doctor. Even if you are a green, you do as I say, or I’ll be forced to restrain you.” Then she was talking to Alexander. “Honestly Commander. You should remember that women aren’t as strong as you men are. You should be careful with your property.”

“She was raped away from my control, Janice.” Alexander said, not taking his eyes away from me. “Rest assured that her assailant has paid the price for violating my servant. Now if you have stabilized her, I wish you to leave us.”

Janice lifted her chin gathered her things and quickly left. I felt quite warm despite the fact that I was completely naked, and once the door was closed, I turned my head slightly to see Alexander sit beside me on the bed, his hand lifting to gently slide against the skin of my cheek.

“Y-you… promised… t-that you’d protect me.” I said quietly, and my eyes blurred again as tears welled up over them.

“I am truly sorry, Diyana. I have made steps to ensure that this will never happen again.” He said, smoothing a few strands of hair away from my eyes.

“He…he reaped me!” I tried to scream, but my voice came out as nothing more than a rasp.

This time he remained silent, and instead, pulled a blanket up to my chin, and again smoothed my cheek with the backs of his knuckles.

Janice returned, and used some sort of device over me, looking at its readings before she closed it up and turned to Alexander. “I will have to put her in the gen-tank, but she will be well by morning commander. The changes in her cell will be made during that time commander. You may go on your outing. All will be well.”

“Thank you Janice. Make sure she is comfortable.” She nodded, and Alexander bent to kiss my forehead, smoothing my hair away again before he retreated from out of my sight.

I heard a door slide open and closed again as Alexander stepped out. Then Janice was standing over me, and from the corner of my eye, I saw her lift a small white device and fixated it to my forehead. Then she lifted her data pad again and began to key things into it. Then I saw her look around her, and then down to me, and I saw her face sadden greatly.

“Was this your first time, Diyana?” she asked, and I nodded slowly, wishing that I had tears enough to cry. “Things will get better for us. You’ll see.” Her smile wasn’t very convincing. “Y-you’ll either get used to it, or… or…”

She didn’t say the ‘or,’ and when I looked up at her, she was crying, biting upon her lower lip. Her face was passive, her body firm and unwavering, but she was still crying, and her eyes said more than enough to let me know what the ‘or’ was. She meant killing herself. And as weak as I was, I reached out and touched her arm, and she jumped at the touch before jerking her head to me again, and smiling again. Then taking my hand, her smile brightened a little before she dried her tears, patted my hand and then laid it over the blanket covering my bosom.

Then lifting the data pad, she keyed in a last few things and I felt the feel of electricity from that device attached to my forehead, and it suddenly became very hard to keep my eyes open. So, I let them close. Blessed unconsciousness came in no time.

8

I opened my eyes again, ever so slowly at first, until I found myself floating in some sort of liquid. Strangely enough, the liquid was of such a composition to allow my eyes to focus clearly inside of it. There was a mask over my mouth, feeding me air with a seal that kept all of the liquid around me out of its small cup. Looking around me, I found that I was still in this nightmare, with the thick anklets and bracelets cuffing my forelegs and arms, while the cool touch of metal could still be felt around my throat.

There was a new addition now… a thin metal band cuffing my upper leg just below my hip. A large green cell permeated it, with a black triangle positioned forward. There was a stinging touch there, and it took me a moment to realize that there were pins from the inside of the device injecting fluids into my thigh, mostly through the major artery along the inside of my thigh. Floating as I was, my hand brushed against something, and looking down to it, I saw a series of three cords, one black and probably a power cord, one red and the other green. The final two were pulsating fluids into me, I could feel that as a throbbing at the inside of my thigh, almost feeling their fluids pass into me. There was another cord connected to the cell against my bodice.

I also felt that small cool plate that was my body armor at the peak of my back.

The liquid, back-lit with the same light bluish-green glow that Casio used on its newer watches, illuminated the tank enough for me to see that I was floating naked in this strange substance, in a darkened laboratory. What sadden me, caused my heart to clench painfully inside of my chest, is that there were perhaps a hundred of these tanks arrayed everywhere around me; with a great deal of them occupied by not only women, but men and small children as well.

Genially, I touched my face, feeling a smoothness over it like it had been before I had been beaten and violated so brutally, and all of the scrapes and lesions that man had given me were also gone. Such a waste that such medical science was owned by such… such… monsters!

Then there was a person in front of me, wearing a tight once piece bodysuit, with a white cell decorating her bodice. Her bodysuit did little more than make her skin opaque beneath it. When she looked up at me, I saw that it was Janice, and she smiled happily for the first time since I had met her. She then keyed in a few things into her data pad that she was never without, and there was a rush of motion around me as the tank quickly began to drain of all of its fluids. Once the last drop of it drained away into the grate beneath my feet, the glass tube I was in slid downward like a telescope, layers sliding one over the other and then into the floor. Then I felt something let go of the sides of my head before the facemask I was wearing retracted into the ceiling, and then with a click, so did all three of those cords release from my new thigh plate and become replaced in the ceiling. The last thing to go was the small cord attached to the cell between my breasts.

Looking up to the place where all of those devices that had been attached to me had been, I saw a plethora of more devices suspended from the top seal of the tank, all retracted, but still a conglomeration of rods, and needles, and cords and such.

“Good morning, Diyana.” Janice said, and then stepping forward, handed me a heavy white towel.

“Good morning.” I returned, and then started to towel myself off.

By body tingled as the liquid I had been suspended in dried against my skin, and I surmised that it was the same liquid that I had been dipped in when at first coming to this place. I slid the tower against myself, the heavy liquid sheeting off of my soft skin while I tried to get off every last drop. Once dry, I reactivated my metallic clothing and felt the mass of servos, plates and rods create its spider web of machinery about my supple body. There was a little more added this time, now thin wires connected the various parts to each other, especially to the thigh sheathe attached around my leg. But the body suit, a dark brown like pantyhose, was still there, but unlike the first, this one actually rose up to my neck. Only an open hole about my breasts to display the dark green cell that illuminated my bodice from between the crack of my breasts. The cut was still the same as well, leaving my bottom open to the humid air here, and again was cut high over my hips.

As I smoothed my hands over the warm steel, feeling my lips press together slightly, I looked up again to Janice, as if she had a way to get me out of this place. But she merely stepped forward and wrapped an all too familiar robe about me; securing it at my right shoulder by a pair of snap buttons.

“You will be glad to know that the Commander has altered your status slightly, and therefore you have been given some new devices to ensure that you are rendered unusable by any other assailants.”

Again, I smoothed my hands over my bodice, but this time to soften out any wrinkles.

“And I believe you will want this.” Janice said, shifting forward and proffering my computer book. “The Commander said to be sure that you were to have this back.”

I accepted it genially, not so sure I wanted it back now. With it, I would be making womankind into a slave race whose only effect would be to provide for the males. And that was if Alexander still allowed us to retain out mental abilities.

Depressing my thumb against the scanner against it’s side, there was a moment of whirring on the inside of the small box before the two sides parted and folded open in my hands, displaying the standard pages at the center of the book.

“Good morning Diyana.” Came a gentle male voice. For a moment, I remarked on how familiar that voice sounded to Alexander.

My Operating System protocol, much better than any other OS system out there, then displayed itself. The first thing to pop up was the genetic equations I had been working on.

You will either work at this task, Diyana, Alexander had said, otherwise regulations dictate for you to be placed in the general breeding population, and you will be manhandled by anyone with high enough access to you. Unfortunately, that also means that you will start out as a red maiden. A thrall accessible by the dregs among us. But then, you probably think all of us dregs. I assure you, the lower grunts are even more so.

My eyes closed and I restrained a shudder from stirring through me.

“Anya is waiting for you in the laboratory, Diyana. She and the twins are awaiting you input for the Trinity Project.”

I nodded, and without saying a word, closed my computer book and stepped forward into motion, making my way for that accursed lab.

9

The holographic display of the DNA strand I was studying slowly rotated in the field directly before my eyes, the double helix displaying each individual acid string. I had created an up link to my computer book, and now I was rapidly keying in functions and acid encodings for recombination, waiting for the computer to compile a response for the next gene-splicing project. Anya stood across from me, manually keying in her own equations to help mine in the computer board across from me. Her daughters were elsewhere in the lab.

There was just one chromosome we were dealing with… the X-chromosome. With XY combination, which would create men, our calculations were to be made to create a super soldier, but whenever the chromosomes came together to form the XX combination for women, it was to create the perfect love slave.

In the month since I had been here, my knowledge had already went into creating an ooze of sorts that was to be used as a dietary supplement. It was a combination of stimulants, including a very strong aphrodisiac, as well as a collection of enzymes and hormones. This particular mix was given only to the females here in the Lair. We are soon to find what it would do upon males.

The computer had deemed the substance extremely fatal to anyone taking massive doses of the substance, and so little more than micro liters were being used. The results were quite stunning however, when the women of our control group started to develop the physical qualities that the Trinity project had been looking for. Those women had all been moved into the white category recently, some jumping two whole levels because of the results of the substance.

The results were quite simple. Their breasts had all increased several sizes, to the point where even the undershirts they were all allowed to use did enough to keep them up and into view, being that they have all increased several sizes. Their hips have increased in width, and their metabolism is up to the point where their bodies have been kept shapely and their faces beautiful. Another effect is that whenever a man even entered the room, any one of them would immediately become aroused, and seek satisfaction from their jailers. A lump in my throat always rose every time I thought of that young woman crying in the arms of another of her fellow captives after she had first experienced this uncontrollable urge.

It was as if all of her animal instincts came alive. Whenever she had looked up at me, there wasn’t any hate within her eyes, simply a look of wishing that I had never come, and then she would never have experienced such things. She was only sixteen, and from what I had heard, she had been already engaged to be married soon; her parents actually giving permission that she could be married before the “Bod Squad” came and got her.

Some of the male scientists actually congratulated us on our achievements, and offered to mate with us. I barely shrugged off one of their constant probing into me, and by probing, I do mean literally. The only way I got him to leave me alone was to actually rub up against him, and while he was grabbing my ample rear with both hands, I rammed my crotch between his legs, and bruised his manhood on the solid plates protecting my pubic mound and arches.

Alexander, however, when we told him of our success, merely nodded and kept his back to Anya and I, not saying a word while he continued to watch that embankment of screens of his.

Out of everyone here, I was most hopping that he would show some sign of thanking Anya and I about our successes in the Trinity project, being that is why he had both of us captured, but he did nothing. Anya and I waited for more than five minutes before he finally said that we were free to leave as he folded his arms across that… that, amazingly broad, powerful chest of his, that, that…

Stop That! I practically screamed at myself, shaking my head away from all the desires and such that was rising within me. I decided that I would have to test my food next time I ate to see if I was being administered that same ooze that the control group was receiving.

Beneath the series of overlapping plates that cupped my breasts, I felt my nipples harden until they ached as a thought of him on top of me entered my mind, his skin against mine as he…

Stop it! Stop it!! STOP IT!!

A deep sigh escaped my supple lips as I finished my calculations, and ran the program. Anya and I looked up at the double helix as individual strains were replaced in the X chromosome, and the display changed to a graphical representation of two eggs as they were being fertilized, the timed elapse showing days within seconds. My eyes lifted some, staring through the twin planes of my glasses as a glint caught off of their shiny surfaces.

A series of computers, all hidden somewhere in the base of the complex, completely opposing the reactor in position in the Lair, and each networked to one another with the military P8 chip running their mainframes, started to compute the vast chromosome counts into processing human life.

Remembering this, I blinked while viewing the two eggs develop as if they were in the womb or a gen-splicing tank. The only difference between the two simulations was that one was for an XY chromosome combination, and the other for XX chromosome combination.

The two developed identically as they would for the first three months of their gestation, appearing identical in every respect as they transformed within the display. Then the changes began to develop as one became male, the other female; their tiny bodies twisting and changing as the human sex organs were developed. Then, still curled up in a relaxed position, they both formed skin pigmentation and hair color, developed veins, capillaries, and a powerful beating heart. Their hair became blond and their eyes blue, while their bodies remained tiny and bulbous in their infant stages.

Then they began to develop.

Limbs began to stretch and individual digits lengthening for clasping hands as years passed by in minutes. Then the holographic programs began to take on puberty as the mass of hormones and enzymes began to pump through their bodies at about the age of six or seven years. Like Anya’s daughters, the rate at which children matured physically was astonishing. With the twins, the onset of puberty had happened only recently.

Still watching the display, the male program began to develop muscle tone, first beginning as a gangly youth before testosterone began to activate the latent chromosome configuration. A youthful, handsome face became angled and hard, with a shock of blond hair dancing upon his head as if suspended in the amniotic fluids of the tank or the womb. The chromosome, hormones, and enzymes all working together, first began to divide each muscle group, creating definite locations for pectorals, abdominals, buttocks, sections of the limbs and such. Then each of those masses began to crease as more and more muscle mass was developed, strengthening the male youth more and more, adding thickness to bone tissue which added to height, which allowed for more muscle.

The results were a six-foot six-inch He Man like appearance.

With half a mind, I also watched the Female program. As the Male developed, so did she at exactly the same rate. Before Puberty began, both possessed the same gangly body, the same face, with the only difference being what was between their legs. Then she began to develop as estrogen purveyed the same chromosome change in her. First, her hips widened, as her chest lifted with the arching of her back. Her physical form softened, her face becoming more rounded as the minute forms of testosterone that was in her body gave her physical form just enough tone to make her bodice shapely. The only angles on her were where her neck met her shoulders and where her abdomen curved downward between her legs. The rest was supple, exquisite, creating a body that any woman would long form, a body that not even super models could obtain.

I was almost disgusted at the bulbous things that began to rapid protrude from her chest; both perfectly rounded and full, both lactating even despite she never had a child, and both peaked with a broad red disk with a nipple that rose visibly from her body.

With the two images, finally at adulthood – by the age of nine years – the program stopped and displayed their various bio-statuses.

“Another failure.” Anya said, and I didn’t know whether she were disappointed that she had failed, or excited that she hasn’t subjected the feminine gender permanently to a life of being animal like love slaves.

My eyes lifted again to the images, seeing that both had perfect bodily forms, both had just the right amount of metabolism to maintain their physical forms for a great deal of their life. The Male had the strength, dexterity and speed of an Olympian; the female had the breasts and hips of Gaia herself, the great mother of all things. Both had an active life expectancy of over a hundred years, and both had yet another inactive life expectancy of less than five years. The female had a sexual activity rate that was three to four times greater than any normal woman did or even greater under certain circumstances, and by the data, when she became aroused, she entered a heat. Both had a healing ability many times that of a typical human whereby they might even regenerate lost limbs. Both had a programmed instinct to obey the Trinity, and the male had the mentality of a scientific genius and a skilled tactician. The only failing was that so did the Female.

Knowing Alexander’s actual wishes for the Trinity Project, I saved the Chromosomal sequence in the mainframe and in my computer book anyway. Anya then closed down the program. She then sat back on a tabletop, and began to stare at several sheets of notes in her hand. In my own hand, I shut my computer book and then closed it, the two sides of the clamshell snapping shut before I placed it in the satchel at my side.

There was a brief moment of silence.

“Anya, I’m gonna go get the ‘Dietary Supplement Alpha’ so we can improve upon it. I think this information we just received may be able to further its effects.”

Anya nodded, still looking at her notes while I stood there for a moment, half turned expecting for her to say something more, and then turned the rest of the way and started walking to the cool room where it was kept. I passed the twins on my way over, seeing the pair, their supple little muscles straining as they attempted to move a piece of heavy equipment and attach it to the gen-splicer. Another failing of Anya’s of making them exceptionally intelligent, she had also made them exceptionally strong. Three times as many fibers laced their supple forms, and I was amazed at how much tone showed itself as they forced their forms to bend and flex, and I say muscle masses grow exceptionally creased as they strained in a particular way.

To one, I saw her back compress and create numerous mounds of bone and muscle mass, creating folds from her body cloth as it flowed down her back, and actually sank between the bulbous masses of her bottom.

To the other one, that same cloth rose and fell in sinuous dips and rises, first over her ample breasts, over her arching abdominals before catching over her crotch and forming a tight angle between her legs. The pair was sweating heavily, and I saw that there was a heavy slick against their bodies as the great thing finally clicked into place. Straightening, the pair then wiped sweat from the brows while their soft flesh once again took upon its smooth texture.

My lips parted some as I looked on in amazement at the two before continuing on to the cold room that lay on the other side of the lab. The door slid open against its moorings to my approach, and as I passed inward, a black light activated to allow some light within the room that wouldn’t damage the samples here in any way. Unlike other cold rooms I’ve been in, where they were kept cold by liquid oxygen openly venting into the room, the cold room was perhaps no more than fifty degrees.

The black light turned my white robe translucent, to the point where the soft plates covering my breasts and lower abdomen could easily be seen, and the green gems between my breasts, on my crotch plate and thigh band illuminated a bright blue. The good thing was however, that the black nylon-like body glove I war beneath my robes seemed to solidify into pure black to the point where the parts of my body covered by it just simply didn’t appear in the light.

Adjusting my glasses as I continued onward, my light green eyes lifted to the shelves, numbers, and codes, looking for the one that contained one of the samples that we needed. But even as I found the little door that covered the chamber where the rack was in, even as I was in mid-reach for it, I heard the door slide open again. Turning my head, my hair sliding gently against my neck, shoulders and back, I felt my pupils dilate when I saw one of the male technicians step in.

“Good day, Diyana.” He greeted as he stepped in, the door closing quickly behind him with a hiss. “How are you today?”

It was only a greeting, but his very voice sent a wave of emotion through me, and I began to hear my own heart beating in my eardrums as my neck throbbed with the quickening of my pulse. Lowering to the flats of my feet, I pressed my back firm against the embankment of cells; shelves and canisters, while my body started doing things that are even more odd. My poor nipples hardened, pressing uncomfortably against the now chilled plates that covered them. Then my vaginal muscles pinched together, and the sensation of blood pumping hard through the arteries in the insides of my thighs fueled and exotic sensation that made me even more aroused.

My thighs pressed together as he neared me, his head tilted slightly to one side, and I began to experience the press of my bodycloth between my legs, as they pressed harder together. My hand lifted quickly to my chest, balling into a fist while I pressed it over my heart in an attempt to still it.

“I am… <<swallow>> doing quite fine, doctor Chang. Thank you for asking.”

I swallowed again, my eyes darting over him, feeling that incessant beating lace through my crotch, becoming harder, more fuller. A strange desire came over me while my nipples hardened to the point where they ached, and the press of the twin cups became all the much more firm over my bodice as my breathing quickened. I began to sweat, despite the cold.

Goose bumps rose over my body.

“I, I must be leaving.” I stammered off, and then forcing myself forward, I tried to move around the Asian man.

But he quickly caught me in both of his arms, slipping a hand quickly underneath my bodycloth to touch the cell between my breasts. I heard an audible click then, before his hand moved to my stomach.

“You don’t look al right, lady Diyana. Your cheeks are flushed, and I can feel your heart racing.” He sounded a little too concerned.

My mouth opened and I gasped. I couldn’t think straight, and my breasts were heaving so much that I could feel my nipples against the fabric of the nylon bodysuit embracing my form. Erotic thoughts began to rise within my mind, and I felt amazingly wonderful and hot despite the cold.

“I, I-I must…. I must…”

My words were interrupted by a groan of pleasure as Chang slid his fingers enticingly down my belly, and my lips parted again, my eyes closing as his hand actually slipped underneath the armor plating covering my crotch. The Armor that normally pushed so tight against me, now slid away on it’s tiny servos easily to allow for his strong hand curving down my abdomen, over my pubic arch, before a finger slid between my folds of skin that were my pubic mound and probed my clitoris.

Never before had I felt an orgasm take me, but each and every muscle of my lower body quickly spasmed against his touch. As if that were a sign, his free hand began to strip away the cloth over my body while his lips pressed against the ridge of my jaw just below my ear. Soon I stood before him, naked with my legs opened just wide enough to allow the press of his firm body against mine. Soon after that, we were on the floor, with the entirety of his manhood pushing its way deep into my body, arching forward and backward slowly while he drank from my tits.

Then I actually asserted myself, rolling over quickly with a strength that was very unbecoming of me, as I forced him to his back, my legs spreading grandly as I formed a tripod over him. My legs braced against his sides, my hands cupping in the same place upon his chest, all the while I felt my breasts heave and toss against my ribcage with each gasping breath that I took.

An hour, maybe two, maybe even more spread through me before what ever it was that had infected me so burned out. I seemed to come to my senses then, and all at once, what had just happened crashed in on me in a burst of realization. Between my legs, throbbed a mass of muscle, and almost hoping that what had happened didn’t, I lifted myself, and watched the length slide from between my legs, moist with the juices inside of me. A clear slime of sorts oozed from my crotch to his manhood in a long stream of goo before it broke, and I felt the thickness of it slide down the inside of my legs. There was a moist feel against my breasts, warm and very viscous, and sliding a hand against my breast, I soon discovered that there was a soft cream escaping from one of my teats. It’s softly flowing motion creating a stream that slowly flowed down my bodice, over my flat abdominal, and down the inside of my leg.

Chang half slid out from under me, smiling warmly at me before he rose and started to dress.

“No other of the women here are as skilled or as excitable as you, Diyana, even with that supplement of your pumping through your veins. I must say: I’ve never experienced a woman of your vitality before.”

Then I looked at him as he pulled his trousers on. The cell, even under the black light, wasn’t a bright blue. I stammered disbelief, knowing that he should be lying on the floor stunned from some sort of shock, and my hand clutched my own cell. It was cold. Light gave off heat, and if it wasn’t alight, then that meant…

I practically fell backward in an attempt to see the cell lying in the hollow of my chest. No light escaped from it, which meant that the tiny computer inside never worked and Chang had used me like the other man had used me; the one Alexander had killed.

“How?” I asked, staring up at him with bewilderment in my eyes.

He knelt down in front of me, his skin a dark color under the light, his eyes an unearthly red, as if he were a demon. His hand touched the cell, and his mouth lowered for a second to drink a little more from my breast before he retreated and wiped his mouth.

“An electromagnetic Pulse.” He smiled, still warmly, almost affectionately. “It deactivates the cells energy and until it can retain a full charge, it remains inactive. Gaining a pilot charge takes long enough, but once done, it reactivates quickly. You should be safe to all except Alexander in about an hour or two.” His eyes lowered, and his hand slid between my breasts, over my belly button, and passed delicately just between the folds of my crotch before withdrawing again. Another wave of excitement hit me almost immediately, and I looked up at him as another desire to copulate hit me. “Being the man who developed the cells has its benefits, Diyana.

“I will see you again.”

Then standing and pulling his lab coat over himself and stuffing his hands in his coat pockets, he stepped away, whistling joyfully as he passed through the sliding door. I sat bewildered, sitting on my hands and rump, staring down at my womanhood as another spasm took me, and I felt my vaginal muscles pinch together again. Then I curled up into a fetal position, pressing one hand over my crotch while folding my other arm around my legs, all in an effort to protect my virginity that had already been stolen from me. For hours, I merely lay there, and cried.

10

Anya found me much later, and seeing me huddling over myself, still making subtle sobs, she stepped over to me quickly and held me as hard as she could, making small shushing noises while I once again began to bawl. When I told her what had happened, she sat sympathetically, kneeling as if naked despite the fact that she was wearing her bodycloth.

“Chang was the one who created the cells,” she said once I had finished. “And he has the know how to use any woman that catches his eye.” She reached out and brushed the tears away from my cheek with the back of her hand. “You must face it Diyana. You are the perfect woman here. Your face is beautiful, your breasts are perfectly sized, and your waist is set at just the right angle you can expect everyone wishing to jump on you.”

“But when he entered, I wanted to do it with him. I wanted to…”

Again, I curled up into a fetal position, trying to hide my womanhood even from Anya, despite that she wasn’t, and actually knelt with her knees and thighs as far apart as was possible. We both remained there until Anya offered an explanation.

“Chang came to me a couple of days ago, and asked for some of the ooze, Diyana. I think he has been spiking your food with it lately.”

My eyes widened, and my head lifted to where the case that held the substance was. Lifting myself to my feet, I practically ran to the case, and opening the small door, I pulled out the collection of test tubes and lifted it over my head to smash it.

“Diyana, Don’t!” Anya cried even as I was doing this, her body lifting and her arm stretched outward to stop me.

It was then that I heard a click, slightly before my body spasmed as a static charge pulsated through my body. Every muscle in my body clenched with the shock, and my eyes widened as the shock sped its way through my mind briefly. For only a few seconds did the shock last, my body illuminating as tendrils of the killer fire danced around my body, temporarily lighting the entire room. When it left, I collapsed first to my knees, and then to the floor, still clutching the set of test tubes in their holder as they were gently lowered to the floor with the rest of me.

Bending over myself, panting heavily, I again lifted the set of beakers, only to be wracked with the charge again, this time, it lasted longer, and the shock was stronger than before. This time when I collapsed, there was steam rising off of my body from evaporated sweat.

“Diyana, stop that!” Anya commanded while taking the collection of test tubes from me and placing them back in their place. “Do you want to kill yourself?!”

I panted a couple of times, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern while trying to get my heart to beat regularly; and then once that was done, and still panting, I just tried to think.

“W-wha-what was that?” I gasped, feeling as if someone had just taken a steel wool brush to my throat before I spit up a wad of phlegm.

“The loyalty circuit going into effect.” Anya said, closing the little door and leaning up against the wall.

I felt the cell against my chest. It was warm again. Apparently, it had regained charge enough to shock me… twice!

“No crucial Trinity Project materials may be destroyed or even touched by the women of the Lair. We are the possible exception, but we still cannot intentionally destroy anything. Chang is very good at what he does.”

I merely nodded as she helped me to my feet, and I soon knew the touch of her hands as she began to rescuer my metallic clothing about my body, being quick about it before she then resecured my bodycloth over my frame again.

“Here, let me help you to your quarters. You’re too weak to make it by yourself, and besides, it’s late, and I think you could use some rest. It’s sad that Alexander is away now, he would get back at Chang, I’m sure of it. Have the bastard cleaning the septic systems by the end of the day.”

The way she said it told me that Anya had been abused by Chang as well before. Now she was the exclusive property of Justin.

As we made our way outside, Anya’s daughters, seeing my condition, also quickly came to my aid, and the three helped me back to my quarters.

11

My eyes opened again to the dim light of my room, and lifting myself, I felt my breasts, all that much more fuller from my body transforming into full womanhood, resettle against my chest. The cool air caused goose bumps to rise up against my skin, and rising from my covers, I felt my vaginal muscles clench and my nipples harden against the cold.

“Computer, explain atmospheric differential from usual settings.”

“Host Diyana had reset settings last night at twenty-three hundred hours and fifteen minutes before retiring.” The feminine voice of the computer retorted back. “Do you wish to reset to the default settings?”

“Please.” I returned, and activated the stall for the bathroom.

Relieving myself, I felt the heat and moisture return, and standing up, I waited in anticipation until the readings of my daily pregnancy test were returned.

They were negative.

I was truly amazed that I had not become impregnated, especially from all the times I had been raped by these men, here in the Lair. I was also amazed at how desensitized I had come to being a love slave, and some days, I didn’t even bother to activate my armor. Today was such a day as I secured my body cloth over my maturing frame, before sliding my satchel with my computer book over one hip. Within a months time, since Alexander had been gone, I had a dozen individual ‘suitors’ come at me, most of them succeeding, and coming at me at ever increasing intervals as my body continued to mature.

I’ve been told that I had the body of a goddess by many of the males who had courted me successfully without being shocked half out of their mind while I was drugged. Those were the ones who ‘courted’ me who weren’t at the same level of Cell that I was.

Because of Anya’s and my discovery with what we have dubbed the Minerva Formula, Alexander’s subsidiary officers and the male technicians and scientists had all decided to implement all of our food with the substance. That became both a boon and a curse all at the same time. For one thing, we all possessed the bodies all women had dreamed of, even the ones super models had never even obtained. We were strong, we were seductive and supple… we had greater capacity for child rearing. That was the curse. The boon was that because of the effects the substance had on us, no male was allowed into the women’s sector unless they were previously cleared for the purpose. That still didn’t keep some of those smarter soldiers of getting in here.

Slipping a hand beneath my body cloth, I momentarily cupped my ample breast that had started to lactate because of the substance, which was in part why they were so big. Sighing, my hand fell to my side again and I started forward, passing through my door after it slid open and into the tropical heat of the corridor outside.

There was the usual assortment of women today, caring for plants along the walls, some talking idly with one another. Recently, there had been no men, and it was like we were all now in a guarded harem now. For one of the first times, I walked freely and idly down the corridor with only my bodycloth on.

The Lab was as it always was, save it were for one difference. There was a newcomer. The young woman, perhaps only sixteen or so, and just beginning to develop into the woman, stood as rigid as a tree as Anya guided her around, her eyes wide, and her breathing a little to fast while she bit on a knuckle of her fingers.

She was tall for a woman of her age, with her white bodycloth framing her slender frame, while a mane of auburn hair hung about her head. Her eyes, as blue as ice, blinked back tears that kept coming, while she looked left and right at everything. The cell in the hollow of her chest glowed a soft white, unlike Anya’s and mine.

“Who is this Anya?” I asked, and the young woman made a squeak much like that of a mouse.

Anya and I smiled at each other as she place a soft hand on the young woman’s narrow shoulder. “This is Gina Dumas, Diyana. Like you, she has a mental intelligence greater than that of the typical woman, and also like you, she specializes in biology.

“She’s to work with you, Jana and Anna and myself. Sadly, she isn’t considered high enough to remove her entirely from the breeding program.”

I smiled down at Gina, as warmly as I could before giving her a welcoming hug. Then stepping away from her, I held her shoulders while continuing to smile warmly. “I would like to say welcome, Gina, and say that everything will be all right, but that isn’t truly possible.” I cupped her cheek. “You… will get used to it all soon.”

She closed her eyes solemnly, and biting her lip, she hung her head. As tears began to gather along the edges of her closed eyes, I saw a small device attached to the side of her head.

“What this?” I asked her, lifting her head and tapping the device that seemed to be stuck to the side of her head somehow, all the while wiping the gathering tears from her eyes. “And you mustn’t cry. It is unbecoming, and unpleasantness will earn you a lower standing among the Lair.

“That is the very last thing you want.”

Looking down at this young woman, I could see why the Kidnapping squad had taken her.

She swallowed back her tears and straightened her back to look at me in the eyes.

“It…” She sniffed one last time and lifted her eyes, proud, and noble while she took a deep breath. “It is a Potential Piezoelectric Scanner. It, it’s designed to scan a living organism and report all of their biorhythms and potential strengths. It took me ages to perfect.”

“In order to see if a subject should be immediately terminated after conception.” Anya whispered into my ear, and I managed to keep my face passive so as not to reveal this to Gina.

Her hand lifted and depressed a small switch central to four other buttons, and a small plastic plate slid outward and flipped over her eye, while a series of two aerials slid out the back end of it just over her shoulder. The colored plastic plate, lip up with numerous scans, and I saw on it a series of data numbers, a DNA helix, and a picture of a feminine physique slowly rotating right before her retina.

“You have great potential for child birth, Diyana.” Gina said lifting her eyes toward me. “And… and you’re even smarter than me! I, I’ve never met anyone like that. Your biorhythms are nearly perfect Diyana. H... how were you ever born like that?”

My head and eyelids lowered a fraction, and a half smile crossed my face. “I wasn’t.” I said simply. “There are many things you will learn very soon, Gina. I just hope that you learn them faster than I did.”

I placed a comforting hand upon her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “But do not worry. Soon, you will be just like me.” My hand lifted and pressed over the emerald green cell between the press of my now ample breasts.

The effects of the Minerva Drug, I thought inwardly. My breasts, full and ample because of lactation, my hips wide because of skeletal reconstruction, and my body long because of increased metabolism. I eat more than twice of what I did before I came here and I've barely gained a pound. Plus, I was beginning to be able to predict to the hour in which my cycle would end and I would bleed like all women of my maturity do. Plus, even when a man entered the room, my hormones would overtake me and I would enter into a heat, whereby my only thought was to satisfy what I could only term as animal desires.

I sighed. “Come, Gina, let us get you aquatinted with everything.”

12

I was working late tonight, but not on anything for the trinity project. I had been able to duplicate an electromagnetic pulse with my computer book, all aimed to my armor’s mechanisms so that I could work on it without any problems. I now had the jewel that had been my navel off, with my computer book’s wiring attached to it. It was a simple rerouting, nothing more than to cause the servomechanisms to become all that more tightly, so that should my special inhibitors are deactivated; they would have to be forcefully removed. In my hands, I also had the jewel and its circuitry open, so that I could reprogram a few other things with it…

All of this was designed so that even if I did loose my reasoning thought with the effects of the Minerva drug in me, I wouldn’t be able to let myself go no matter how much I wanted it.

I only wished I could do something with the damnable cell between my breasts, but when I had opened it, there was a detonator attached to it, and I found that the cell had actually grown into my body since it was implanted. It was now connected to my heart, and the detonator to a circuit that gained power to quickly for me to disarm.

I was just finishing the final touches on the jewel, my computer book finishing its programming when I heard the sound of the pressure doors opening. Working quickly, I removed the cords to my crotch plate and let them retract into my book before I idly reattached the jewel at my abdomen. The belt holders at my waist immediately began to vibrate as the circuit was completed and it quickly began to power up. Then closing my book, I turned to see who it was.

Alexander stepped forward into the dimmed lights looking this way and that, staring briefly at the gene-splicing tanks, and then to the central tank that currently was developing a pair of children, a boy and a girl. They would be adults before they were finally released.

Then his eyes fell to me, and with just that meeting glance, I felt the Minerva drug within my veins kick into action, which was odd, because I would have to have felt a little arousal before it did. But nonetheless, while I sat there, my legs pressed together while my vaginal muscles clenched, while moments later, both of my nipples hardened against the warm plates cupping my breasts.

“Good evening, Diyana.” Alexander said, clasping his hands behind his back. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Retrieving my book, my willpower continued to wrestle with my animalistic side with the effort to not just tear off all of my clothing and just taking him. Between my legs, that throbbing against my crotch began again, and due to the modifications to my belt, I felt all the servomechanisms tighten around my body until they locked.

“Good evening, Commander.” I said meekly, hopping off my stool to take a few steps closer to them.

My nipples ached with the raging feelings within me, and I could feel a smooth wetness spreading over my breasts as my milk started to slip out the tiny hole in each of those nipples.

“I believe you have been following our progress, commander.” I said again, willing myself to stay where I was.

“I have.” He returned, and the fact that he still hadn’t moved toward me, he very well knew what I was now going through. "You have done a great deal for the Trinity project. My superiors are… well pleased." He seemed saddened by saying that. "They desire a report as to when the final stage of the project may be implemented."

That was the genetic breeding program… to create the first in the lines of the perfect female sexual partner, and the perfect soldier. "Are computer trials have all succeeded with a failure factor so low, that the percentage of failure rated by the computer is as close to infinity as it can possibly get; or to the one hundred and twenty eighth digit.”

He nodded, and shifted slightly so that his side was facing me. My fingers tightened around my computer book, my wrists bending inward so that the flat plane of my book was pressing firmly into my lower abdomen. I knew that my fingers were growing white knuckled on my book, and I was thankful that I was able to use titanium in its construction otherwise I may have broken right through it. He was so magnificent, so strong. Even though he showed me only a profile, I saw enough of those broad shoulders, and I couldn't help my eyes from wandering elsewhere over his, fine… perfectly formed… I closed my mouth when I realized that I was drooling.

"Superb." He said then and tapped his thigh for a moment. Once again, he didn't sound pleased.

"Alex…" I prompted, taking a step forward. "You brought me here to become your servant." Alexander looked up at me, his eyes focusing intently upon me. "Do you not wish me to, do more to - uh- for you?"

He turned away from me, keeping his head in such a way so that he could look at me still. I swallowed.

"I brought you here on the premise to keep you away from one of my competitors. I - I neither want, or need you in any other matter than for you to continue on your work. Good evening Diyana." And he promptly walked away.

I watched his back retreat, until the heavy blast door that led to the men's portion of the complex slid shut behind him. I couldn't help but think it was like he was slamming it on me.

When he was gone, I stood there for a few brief agonizing seconds, my hormones slowly climbing, before I took a few steps back to the desk, and placing my book on it, I leaned greatly over its surface, breathing deeply. My body cloth fell directly away from my neck, the hard metal between my legs and over either of my breasts, suddenly felt extremely confining while my breathing continued to quicken. Slowly, my hand moved from the desk, underneath the hanging bodycloth, down my black silk covered belly before touching the green jewel at my abdomen. I had reprogrammed it so that only my touch would activated it now, and with a hiss of cycling gases, I felt the servos loosen, before the hundreds of plates and rods started to retract from my body.

My breasts were moist with my milk, and quite slick, I found, as I lightly rubbed one. The sensation of my soft hand going over its surface, sliding several times over my hardened nipple, caused more milk to slide from either of the two pair, and soon, there was a whitish yellow cream spread over either of my breasts. My hands slid downward to fold over my crotch as I pressed my thighs together and sank to my knees.

But deep within my drug-induced sensuality; I was running over and over in my head… 'Why didn't he want me?'

13

My feet stepped lightly one in front of the other as I passed down the brightly lit hallway of the women’s quarters. Wherever the illumination of the hall fell upon my soft skin, it shone brightly from my sweat due to the humidity here. In my one hand was my computer book, while my other brushed against my bare thigh each time it swung back and forth on its pendulum motion from my narrow shoulder.

Beneath the wide bodycloth of cotton, the warm touch of what I had learned was some sort of biological steel called triennium, conformed over the curves of my feminine bodice. Over a hundred plates, gears and rods made a network over my form, cupping either of my ample breasts and holding flat over my crotch while a thick band held tight around my upper thigh. The spider web of rods and bands cut between the muscles of my bottom before anchoring itself by suction or mechanical linkage, but mainly by friction, to that band about my leg, my sides, upper back, neck and the sides of my head.

All of it was finally linked to the single emerald green cell that constantly glowed between either of my breasts, resting there erotically and as hypnotically to any man as if were walking around completely naked. The cells were always displayed, on both the men, and the women here in the Lair. I was returning from my daily duties, keeping my head lowered and my eyes downcast in hopes that no man would see me, or rather, so that I wouldn’t see them. One glance to the male of our species now caused anyone on the Minerva drug to go into a sensual rave, which would then force us to practically sexually attack the man that had caught our eyes.

The Minerva drug did have one added benefit. Because all of the women here had been treated with it, the only men allowed in here were officers and those authorized to seek “R & R.”

Finally making it to my quarters, I paused just inside, leaning against the sliding, mechanical door before I locked it. I was among the few who actually had that privilege. Then, tossing my computer book onto my bedding nearby, my hand moved to the base of my abdomen and actuated yet another cell there, a locking mechanism now made to respond only to certain fingertips.

But I’ve made some of my own modifications to it.

My long slender fingers twisted the housing the cell was in, and then depressed it, allowing the network of my armor to retract to a small metal disk at the peak of my back. The touch of my body cloth against my bare body sent a wave of physical delight through me like a tsunami crashing against the rocks of some distant shore. Then my eyes lifted to the door attached to my room, to where Alexander quarters were. Just the thought of what I had intended to do, coupled with the touch of the soft, almost silken touch of my body cloth against my naked body, activated the various pleasure centers in my brain, which began to secrete hormones into my body. Those hormones then reacted to the Minerva drug in my body, and those hormones, doubled and redoubled in their effectiveness to the point where I could barely retain control of myself.

My hands slid over the cloth over my breasts, and then dipped into the valley between my thighs before both of my hands tugged down upon the cloth. With the cloth pressed as it was, my back arched, and the firmness of my recently blossomed bodice, could not restrain itself within the space provided, and my ample breasts bore themselves to the open air.

Already my nipples had firmed into their twin peaks, and between my legs, there was a wetness that was already being sopped up by the touch of the cloth. I continued to tug on the front of my cloth until the snaps gave way with a heaving jerk, and I practically threw the garment to the floor. My small hands then slid down my belly scintillatingly; my own touch enhancing the altered hormones within my body as my palms pushed into the fleshy dip between my thighs.

My eyes opened then, and slid ever so slightly to the second door into my room, and slinking forward, almost catlike, the weight of my breasts, filled with their life sustaining fluid, suddenly felt all the heavier. They weighed down against my chest, making my breathing all that much more labored. Bracing my hands along the door jam, one of my fingers slid over the door’s activation switch, and the solid panel slid open.

Alex’s darkened room greeted my eyes, and hearing my breathing and the increased beat of my own heart, I stepped into the room with my thoughts becoming ever increasingly more erotic. My steps came slowly, as if I was some sort of manifestation of sensual bliss as I slowly made my way to the form on the low laying bed Alexander slept in. My heart quickened a few paces, to the point where it felt like there was a pause between every few beats or so. That beating, thudding against my ribcage, sent a steady beating, pulsing rhythm through either of my breasts, across my sternum and down the entire length of my front. My nipples hardened even further until they began to ache.

Coming to the edge of his bed, I looked down upon his sleeping form while my thighs pressed together, my hands once again pushing into the space between my legs before I knelt at the edge of his bed. Between my legs, underneath the press of one of my hands, my vaginal muscles squeezed tightly together as the fierceness of my pulse began to send a throbbing sensation between my legs. Then sliding forward, crawling over his body, my abdomen dipped downward so that it might slide against the silken sheets until I was laying against him; my breasts, full and heaving, hanging from my chest just before his face.

Then I bent down, and kissed him. My breasts flattened against his full chest, while I tasted his lips, licked them as he came awake, and kissed him again more passionately than the one before. I felt him as he came awake, and then felt something else underneath the sheets beneath my crotch move as something else awakened. Then he was moving, and in a few short moments, I had been tangled up in the silken sheets, and he standing beside the bed looking at me in a stunned disbelieving sort of way.

“D-Diyana… wh-what are you doing here?”

He paused then, and realized what I was doing there as I sat up and let the sheets fall from my bodice, revealing my full breasts while my tumbled hair fell over one side of my face. I smiled at him, and after running one hand over one of my breasts, I leaned forward to give him a better view of my cleavage before I started crawling to him.

The sheets untangled from me, sliding from my flattened belly, dragging away from my back, until the last bit slid off of my bottom so that I was naked before his eyes. Then settling back down upon my heals, I folded my arms beneath my breasts and arched my back, mocking stern consternation before winking at him, and purposefully bringing my womanhood into full view of his eyes.

“You said that you would never love me unless I approached you first, Alexander-rrrr.” I actually purred. “I’m giving you that chance now.” Then I leaned forward, my legs spreading while my hands planted to the mattress between them. “To take me completely, all you need to do is love me.

I then reached forward, touched the bulge in his trousers, and then moving forward a little again, and I tried to undo the ties around his trousers. He moved backward, however, drawing my hands away, and I looked up at him confusedly before smiling and rising from the bed.

I was surprised that I wanted him against me so badly; the drug alone had never given me this much feeling. I stepped forward to him, and pressing firmly against him, my breasts once again flattening against his body, feeling his warmth, I slid my thigh against the outside of his leg. My supple lips lowered to the hollow of his throat, and for a moment, he seemed to accept me, before he again dragged my hands away from his sides and stepped away again.

“No.” He paused when I looked at him, and almost seemed to take back what he had just said. I tried to move forward again, but his grip on my wrists tightened and he pushed me away again. “I said No Diyana. I-I brought you here only so that my competitors could not have you. I have absolutely no desire in you other than in your abilities as a bio-technician.”

“What?” I breathed, my eyes pinching against the corners.

Alexander took the top sheet from off of his bed and moved toward me only to wrap it around my naked body. His words disrupted every sensual thought that my mind hand and the rush of desire quickly abated, leaving me standing there defeated. I felt used, even though he had never even thought to abuse me.

“Get out of my quarters, Diyana, and never enter them again unless I so summon you.” He pointed to the door that led to my quarters.

“But,” I started to plead, but then his expression turned cross, and laying a hand upon my shoulder, he pushed me in the direction of the door.

“I said get out!” he yelled at me, practically screaming, and moving to me again, he lifted me and pushed me again in that direction.

My head turned so that I could look up at him, and the only action he did in response to my sparkling eyes, growing wet with tears, and my hurt look, was to raise his chin in defiance of me. Rising to my feet, I clutched the blanket around me and ran from his room into mine.

After the door had hissed shut behind me, I heard the locking mechanism actuate. That was a deeper blow than anything else ever could have been. Sliding down against the door, I started to cry.

14

For the past three days, I hadn’t been up to doing much, and I merely did what I was asked, and more often than not, doing it sloppily. Alex weighed most heavily in my mind. For the past three days, when I’ve actually been able to sleep, I had nightmares of him rejecting me in worse and worse ways, only to throw me into the hands of a horde of faceless men, each ready to take me in the most horrid of ways.

I felt sick.

Now my sadness and depression were so powerful in my bosom, that it felt like my heart had been torn from me, leaving me only the husk of a woman. Now I walked the hallways late at night, the only light coming from the cell between my breasts, its luminance shadowed beneath the shadowy body suit I wore and the bodycloth over that.

I felt cold inside… deftly cold. My arms rose to hold myself while my eyes shone with gathering tears, it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything, and the times where I had to blink away the tears kept shortening. By the time I had made it to the lab, I was crying profusely.

At first, I had come here simply to work, to try and get my mind off the details of my life. But then I saw the gen-tanks all set up for the final process of the Trinity project, whereby their army of love slaves and super soldiers would be created. A great deal of them still remained unattached.

For a Time I simply stood where I was, my bleary eyes looking over everything in turn, seeing all the implements that would enslave my gender, and empower my opposites. And my knowledge was helping this along. The sickness I felt then, I realized, was because of my own self-reviling. I was actually helping them make me a slave, as well as slaves of all the other women in the world. I wanted to die - right there and then - and I started to actively seek out a way to do so.

I wandered into the cold room after awhile of not being able to find any sharp implements to use. The Trinity was very careful in not allowing us any implements that could be used to kill their beautiful little doves. Inside the cold room, however, were innumerable toxins and viruses. Then there was the Minerva drug.

An ironic smile crossed my face as I immediately made my way to the door where the drug was housed, and opening the door, removed it from its pigeonhole. The liquid glowed faintly as I held it up to the dim light in the room, the black light having been turned off. Through the cold that prickled my skin, I felt a wave of happiness for the first time in over a month; take me as I looked up at it.

A soft smile perked my lips as the thought of being able to leave this hell, and I started moving from one pigeon hole to another, finding the most lethal and damaging drugs and viruses that I could, and mixing them all in a beaker. The Minerva drug itself would have caused death, but then there were mutagenic virus and retroviruses that went in it, as well as enough enzymes and anabolic steroids that would more than likely reduce me into a puddle of sludge after it was done working on my body.

Everything was finally poured into the beaker, and within my bosom, I felt my heart beating again, pulsating in anticipation while I held it up to the light again and swirled it in its beaker to mix it. The finally, I poured the amount into two of the larger test tubes and picked one up and held it in my hands.

For the longest time I just stared at it. The new substance glowed with its own energy, with some sort of chemical reaction that was constantly making it aglow, and a chemical reaction that was producing cold instead of heat. The swallowing, I lifted the fluid to my mouth, tasted the cool, definitely sweet taste upon my lips before tipping it and sending its entire contents down my throat.

My tongue pressed into the tube to get every last drop.

I felt the fluid slide down my throat like glacial ice cascading from its ice pack in a thaw, filling my stomach, settling there before quickly diffusing. I remained like that for a time; my head still tilted backward, waiting for something to happen while I stared upward at an unyielding heaven. Then I began to cry again, tears flowing from the corners of my eyes to moisten my cheeks from having failed in even my attempt to commit suicide.

In a fit of resignation, I threw the empty vial against the wall and collapsed to my hands and knees, the backs of my hands lying against the cold, bare floor while my bodycloth bunched up around me. I remained that way, wishing nothing else to be dead while tears flowed freely from my eyes, and I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.

But then I felt something new.

In the pit of my stomach, I felt subtle warmth, while beneath my breasts my heart began to speed up. I blinked for a moment, and leaned back, my hands rising as I felt my pulse beginning to spread through my body. My hopes began to rise, as I thought that whatever it was was a delayed reaction or something. Then a feeling euphoria touched me, making me almost dizzy, all the while that feeling rapidly intensified, becoming stronger and stronger.

My heart started pounding in my ears and against my chest, disturbing the skin above it as well as the fabric of my bodycloth that lay above that. My euphoria rose into pleasure, and my hands lowered to drape over my legs; pressing into the plate over my crotch beneath my bodycloth. Then that pleasure rose into arousal, and within the cups that held my breasts aloft, my nipples drew erect against the cool steel, and my skin became all prickly with goose bumps.

My arousal continued to rise, growing stronger and stronger, until I could feel my pulse beating throughout the insides of my legs, while the folds of my cunt pulsated with the readiness to accept the strength of a man between my legs.

I reached up then to pull off my bodycloth, the series of snaps popping off one at a time to reveal my heaving bosom while my head tilted backward and I breathed all the more heavily. My pleasure continued to rise, and my eyes closed as I felt as if every inch of my body was being caressed with a cold hand, and something thick had pushed its way up between my legs.

Then a new feeling, a strange and wonderful one, took ahold of me while my heart quickened even more, until it felt as if it was just one pulse within my bosom from it pattering so quickly. Lowering my eyes and arching my back, my breasts hoisted upward into the air, and I noticed that they seemed larger, more firm. Then to my hearing, I heard a sound like that over a rubber balloon being rubbed the wrong way, and watched as my breasts started to fill, growing larger by the instant.

The small handfuls that they began with throbbed with the pulse of my heart, expanding steadily and forcing the plates that covered them apart. My armor’s computer tried to compensate by rearranging the plates, extending the longer ones so that they covered my nipples, while the others tried to grip around my breasts, keep them pressed together and aloft for men to see. But the growth continued, and I heard an “Unable to compensate for increased physical changes.” voiced from the peak of my back where the control unit was while my breasts continued to fill.

I felt milk inside of them, coursing through the glands there, while swelling continued to push them into the press of the black, nylon-like body glove I wore. The cups that had held my breasts, looked almost like claws holding them up, and I saw the disk, once a subtle brown, brighten into a deep red as they spread over my swelling flesh. Beneath the black silhouette, those disks expanded while my nipples thickened, standing on end and rubbing tentatively against them while my milk started to leak out. The entire front of my body glove was now wet with my own salty sweat and the sweat cream that was steadily flowing from them.

Then there was another feeling after that, a feeling of change, as something started to course through my veins. Now I felt as if a tongue was inside my cunt, sliding over my clitoris, while the pulsating there felt like a penis arching deep into my body. Then over my breasts, the fabric began to stretch more than it could as my whole body started to expand then, and I rolled my hips toward the floor, while I fingered my nipples, feeling a sticky cream beneath my fingers as the fabric became practically clear and then tore.

Unlike when normal fabric tears, when this tore it was like the amniotic sac in the womb bursting open, allowing my womanhood to push free and rise into view, allowing them to spread. My nipples hardened even more, drawing erect and extending outward several centimeters like the teats of a cow. From my back, a “Protective exo-skin breached, regenerating and recompensating” came to my ears, almost as if from a distance.

I still continued to grow, my body glove stretching to its extent and tearing where the stresses became to great. Something inside me burst then, and a wet fluid slid from between the folds of my crotch, sloshing briefly within the plates over my femininity before flowing outward against the insides of my legs. The wetness moistened my thighs in yet another sticky, slick film; like that, which lay upon my breasts, both glistening brightly in the dim light. My size continued to increase, even to the point where my shoulders rolled over the table bench I was sitting against at the center of the room. Double, triple, quadruple, and maybe even quintuple my original mass. Then my body tightened like an over wound rubber band, and I thought with horror amongst my physical ecstasy that I was going to either be crushed under my own weight or simply explode.

But that didn’t happen; instead, I was growing stronger.

But even before muscle started to develop, I had heard the computer at the peak of my back report to me several times when it couldn’t compensate for my size.

The first was when the choker around my neck actually lived up to its name, and I started having difficulty breathing as it started to thicken slightly. I felt it give way a smidgen five times as it continued to choke me, still amidst my sexual heightening until the clasp at my throat actually snapped, and then it said “Choker no longer active, recompensating." and retracted back into the biocomp at my back.

The next time was when the thin plates over my cunt started to slide away. Like with my breasts, they tried to compensate by lengthening and spreading, but I was growing to large for it to stay attached. In a very short time, the hooking plate was sliding into the crevice of my crotch to keep itself there, before that too snapped open, and the biocomp reported “vaginal plates recompensating,” and retracted back into the comp.

Then finally, the band around my thigh started to expand with my thickening leg, stretching and actually breaking open – the clasp snapping like a twig – to reveal my milky white thigh, and the prick points of where the short injector pins had punctured my flesh. On the now broken band, each and every one of those pins still glittered with the drugs that had been enhancing my arousal. But with it gone, my head actually spun with wave upon wave of euphoria.

The body web of plates and rods finally had to retract with one last “recompensating” while my body glove continued to stretch and tear. I felt the fabric suck into my bosom and tear from one shoulder, before a patch sank into my cunt as the rest of it stretched over the folds of skin there. Each time my mammoth chest rose and fell, the fabric sawed into my cunt, brushing against my insides and adding wave upon wave of pleasure to me until that too tore apart. Soon, I was left naked, with my body still swelling,

My own hands started to massage my breasts, cupping them, fingering my fully erect nipples, while I occasionally licked one of my hands, tasting my own milk, like sticky soft cream, warm and as sweet as sugar. The fluid slid from the roof of my mouth to my tongue, pooling in the back of my mouth. Again, something burst inside of me, and I felt that same flow of fluid escape from between my vaginal muscles, dripping to the floor in a shallow puddle.

Again my eyes lowered to my body, and I leaned backward further and further so that I could watch myself change, see myself growing larger, stronger, feeling a wave of freedom come toward me. I felt now as if that force between my legs, was from some phantom that was sexing me, while at the same time, granting me untold of power, awakening every strength within my body and enhancing it a thousand fold. This thought grew strong in my mind as I felt as if some thick and powerful rod was being pushed between my legs.

The pulsating between my legs became extreme then, and I felt my legs spread as I looked down at my crotch, the object of feminine power, as the relatively flat planes of skin, creating a small crevice, started to pulsate with the flow of blood there. The pulsating - pumping blood through my lower bodice - forced my vaginal muscles to thicken, and the folds of skin swelled with muscle, thickening and thickening while my eyes closed to the rhythm between my thighs. Another jet of fluid escaped from me, surging from within my body, welling up from out of my crotch to trickle down my flesh.

From that point, from the very literal pit of my body, I began to feel a wave of power; sweet and unparalleled in the unbridled passion it placed upon me. From the thickening pouch that had formed of my vaginal muscle, the insides of my thighs began to crease as – with that feeling of power – I experienced the feel of every single muscle in my body clenching.

With each gasping breath, my chest swelled even more, but not from my already sizeable breasts increasing, this time it was muscle that was swelling beneath my flesh. Beneath the muscle, I could even feel my ribcage spreading and turning to lift my breasts even further into the air. My nipples, like miniature teats of a cow, quivered with their tightness in their erect position. Around them, veins had popped outward and were pulsating with that same quivering feeling that rocked between my legs. The phantom now in what felt like the peak of his excitement, pushed harder, and deeper, while that mass of flesh he rocked upon within my body, swelled to push the lips of my crotch apart. The lips of my mouth parted with that, and my head slowly lolled backward against my shoulders and onto the table while I unconsciously began to rock my hips.

I had never known what an orgasm was like, but now I believed that I was having multiple ones, each one coming right on the tail of the next. Each time one of those many waves of erotic pleasure hit me, a new mass of muscle swelled upon my body.

My legs thickened as my bottom tightened and firmed, forcing my thighs to crease and coalesce. From the curvature of my lower abdomen, from the source of my pleasure, a mass of pulsating veins and tendons spread outward into my inner thighs. To my eyes, I could see that whole area pulsate with spasoming muscle growth and the power of blood rushing through that area.

My calves thickened and elongated, while my stomach smoothed, creased in half, down a line from my throat to my belly button, and then several times more horizontally as my belly fell beneath my rising ribcage. My sizeable breasts lifted and spread apart upon my thickening pectorals; riding their bases before I felt my slender biceps thicken many times over. Hunched over as I was, and despite that my mammaries had spread, they still were forced together between my arms; the undulating masses full with milk that still welled out from the nips at their ends, heaving with my every breath.

As my spine rose from my coalescing back, as muscles and bony plates all thickened, spreading my back, I pushed my hands over the arching curve of my lower abdomen, just as another burst of wetness spread into my hands.

For the first time I groaned as the pleasure rose to a final, unrelenting high, and for those few moments, I felt as if I were in paradise. But then, as the final stages of my transformation initiated, I began to hear a beeping coming from my chest. Looking down, I saw the cell that had been imbedded between my breasts, now glowing a dazzling bright, bright green, was beeping shrilly as the anchor hooks were being spread too far. Then I heard a shrill squeal that first started as one small beep before quickly rising beyond hearing. Then in one last burst of light, the cell detonated with a burst of electrical energy.

It took me a few moments to realize that I was still alive, and I opened one eye, then the other, and then lowered my view to the place where the cell had once been. It was gone, and brushing one hand over my chest, I felt flakes of metal flake off my naked bodice. Then I realized… it was gone!

The elation of that was greater than anything my previous sexual experience, still waning, ever was.

15

As I knelt on the floor, feeling the raw power flowing through me as I first looked at my long fingers, and then over my beautiful, Amazonian body, I felt a small smile cross my face. I began to feel with my hands every change that had occurred to me. From somewhere inside of me, a chuckle started, and before I knew it, I was laughing like a maddened witch.

My laughter slowed then, and a broad smile crossed my face, and I had an overwhelming desire to look at myself in a full-length mirror, knowing that the only one I knew of was in my room. I still continued to smile while I looked down at my hands, and at that moment, there was a hissing sound as the door opened, and that smile still on my face, my head turned slightly to look around the table.

It was Chang, the bastard who had raped me more than anyone else here.

I smiled up at him, feeling that burst of energy that arose whenever a man was near to me now, all because of the Minerva drug upon my system. A great deal of my body was still hidden behind the counter table.

“Diyana?” he prompted, and then smiled when he did recognize me. “I was hoping to have met you here tonight. The computer said that you were here.”

He stuffed his fingers, but not his thumbs, into his pocket and leaned his back against the door to the cold room. There was a cool smile across his face as he looked at my own smiling back at him. But where his was lustful, mine was practically psychotic.

It was strange to be able to smell his pheromones in the air, to know that it was that that set off the chemical reaction within my body to make me aroused. Against my chest, my nipples hardened again, forming nips at their ends as I chose that moment to stand up. I was able to watch Chang’s eyes lift as his mouth fell open, and he stared up at me while I arched my back. His mouth then opened and closed as he stared wide-eyed at my powerful bodice, his eyes darting from my breasts, to my face, to the slope between my legs and back to my face again. Then he was turning, trying to make for the switch to open the door, and I was surprised that in the next moment, I was standing next to him, turning him around by the shoulders and slamming him back first against the door.

“What’s the matter Chang?” I asked, settling my sizeable breasts underneath his chin and pushing my crotch into his. I felt his excitement grow. “Don’t you like me like this. Am I not everything you ever dreamed in a woman? Strong, intelligent, sexy… sensuous?”

My hand touched his chest, and then slid down it, past his abdomen until I was able to slip two long fingers into the hem of his trousers. I began to sweat then, by bosom already becoming moist as I felt my nipples begin to throb with excitement; so erect that the nibs rose far from my flesh and so tight that they ached.

My inner thigh slid against his leg, pulling my lower abdomen into his groin, feeling that power of manhood surge against my body underneath a layer of cloth. “You do, after all, want to take me away from Alexander don’t you?”

“N-no. No!” he said through clenched teeth, and tried to squirm out from under me.

It is amazing, that when ones breasts, so full with milk, so rounded and as firm as mine had become, how easily it was to simply push my chest against his face and hold him there with them and one hand clenched lightly into his shirt. With strength that surprised me, I forced Chang to the floor, my legs spreading wide so that the folds of skin between my legs - thick and puckered - pressed heavily over his lap.

“Yes you do.” I said, and closing my eyes, took a deep whiff. “Your body is pushing off tremendous amounts of pheromones and hormones. It almost makes me jealous that the man has such power in that smell. Almost.”

I chuckled vehemently, and then latching both hands into his shirt and lab coat, tore the touch canvas and cloth away from his bare chest before scraping my fingernails down his torso. “That mass of flesh between your legs aches to invade me. I can feel it pulsate and thicken beneath me. You want to lick my teats and taste me with your tongue.

“I’m only all too happy to oblige. Like you were all too happy to oblige when you drugged me and raped me all those times. How you probed me, and how you wronged me in so many ways.

“I… want… my… innocence… back!”

Then I wrenched my hands into his lower abdomen, and tore his pants clean off. Then with a gentle push, that power that mankind possessed over women was thrust between my legs and found its way deep into my body. I took only three strokes, or maybe four, before a thought entered my mind, and my feminine body, reacting as if to that thought, forced something to burst within my body. From between my legs, that bursting motion found its way out of my body to seep over Chang’s abdomen, splattering him with the super sticky and thick mucus. Then rising off him, that fluid burst from my cunt again and again, as I leaned over Chang and covered his mouth with mine. I licked his lips while the fluid now dripped in thick splotches onto Chang. Taking a moment to rub against him one last time, I stood while he continued to look up at me with stunned horror at what I had become and at what I had just done to him.

In the cold, the fluid of my body was crystallizing very rapidly, and in a short while, Chang was sealed within it.

“Farewell Chang.” I said, tipping two fingers from my forehead as I passed a hand over my chest and abdomen to brush off the crystal substance that was like rock salt. “Consider this last time with me a gift. I hope you rot in hell.”

Taking a moment to look around the room, I picked up my computer book, and took the other vial of the substance that had transformed me into this avenging angel. Then with a click of my heels, I turned and strode out of the cold room. The door made a very satisfying hiss as it slammed shut and locked.

16

I could feel the rooms cool air brushing against my body as I looked around the cavernous lab room I had just entered, by bright eyes, for the first time in months, looking upon it with a sense of hope that with this new body, that I could somehow escape. Balancing all my weight on one foot and folding my arms underneath my sizeable bosom, I could feel the hair, having grown longer and more luxurious with my enhanced form, brush almost scintillatingly against my back and bottom. In my one hand I still held my computer book, and in the other the vial that had transformed me into this form of a goddess. I wanted so much to see my self, to see what I had become, but the only full-length mirror I knew of was in my room.

But while I looked around, my eyes finally fell upon the many gen-tanks. What I hadn’t noticed when I entered however, is that each one now held a tiny sphere, no bigger than a marble. In each sphere, no doubt, were the beginnings of life. I bit lower lip as I padded over the cold floor plates to one of the huge tanks. Inside, wrapping around the sphere were a few biological chords, while the light blue fluid flowing around it was wrought with bubbles that slowly climbed to the top of the tank. My hand lifted to gently stroke the warm glass while I looked at the sphere, and I wondered, in the back of my mind, if I should destroy them all, or simply let them live.

Biting upon my lower lip, I slowly pulled my hand away. No, I will ensure that they will not be subjected to a life in hell… or in the case of the males, arrogant supremacy.

Stepping away, I suddenly remembered that I still had the vial and my computer book within my hands, and looking down at them, I saw the vial glowing a hollow luminance. It would be good if I could change all the women here, then we could all escape here.

Flipping open my computer book. I unstopped the vial and flipped to one of the sensory arrays and put a drop of the fluid onto one. Then thinking for a moment, I also pressed my thumb to another and had the computer analyze both, first being the identity of the materials within the fluid. Then I turned and looked around the vast chamber again, and then finding the door, I again looked down at the vial in my hands with its rubber stopper.

It could get broken if I was suddenly put in a struggle, I thought, and for a moment, I actually looked for pockets upon my naked body. My eyes rolled heavenward in exasperation, and I realized that I didn’t have any place to put the vial that would sufficiently carry the vial in a safe and soft place. Leaning against the counter around the secondary computer core that we were able to use here in the women’s quarters, my mind began to wander as to what I could use around here to wear to hold it. A lab coat, anything. But then as I was leaning my weight against the counter, my lower body stretching out in front of my, I looked down at my changed body, and centered upon that spot between my legs.

My hand lifted the vial again, and I looked back down to my vaginal muscles now pressed closely together.

Or did I have a place to put it? I thought suddenly. Then without another thought, I lowered my hand and the vial to the brace of my thighs, and pushed it in. My full lips pressed together briefly as the smooth vial slid passed between the folds of my skin, sinking into the innermost center of my being, resting there like a promise of rebirth for yet another of my fellow slaves. Dragging my fingers outward, feeling the wet slick of the inside of my body slide off of them, I straightened and decided to try and find a way out of this horrid place.

I could almost taste freedom.

17

Anya walked stolidly down the hall, her thin and narrow bodycloth barely covering the objects of her recently enhanced womanhood, thanks to the gifts of the Minerva drug. Her narrow shoulders were bowed from the weight of the time she had spent here, and who knows how many times she'd been raped by the soldiers here. But with that Justin at least, she actually seemed to enjoy it. Probably why she is a green now.

As she walked by my hiding place, I reached out and pulled her into the darkness of the alcove I was in, clamping a hand that had been less than an hour ago smaller than hers, over her whole face. She struggled briefly against my bare body, pressed within the hollow made by my belly while I held her with one powerful arm, keeping her quiet with the other, before I shushed her.

“Anya! Shush! It’s me, Diyana!” I hissed out in a rush.

Anya recoiled from me, mostly from shock as she pressed against the wall of the alcove I had pulled her into, her eyes wide with shock, looking over me from point to point. She beheld my face, and then her eyes darted to my breasts, to my thighs, to my arms and back to my face again, this final move adding a much wider stint to her eyes.

“D-Diyana? W-what happened to you?!”

My breasts heaved with a sigh, and I clasped my computer book before me as I tilted my head to one side. “I’ve been transformed by the virtues of our combined works.” I said simply. “My computer book is still analyzing the substance that did this, and my blood, but look at me!

“Every atom of my being is charged. I think I might actually be able to free at least myself from this hell hole, but if I’m going to get the rest of us out of here, I need some help.”

After a moment, the same incredulous look as before rose upon her face again when she realized that I was talking about her. “Me?!”

“Do you want to get out of here?”

She paused and looked at me. “Yes. Yes, I do. But I don’t think I can become like you Diyana. And who knows how long it’ll take that little computer to look up what happened to you. And we cannot put it on the main computer; otherwise it’ll report its findings to the command.

“Alexander would know immediately about us.”

I nodded, and then taking a deep breath, I lowered my hand to my thighs, and gently touching the folds about my crotch, sand my thumb, fore and middle fingers in. At first, I couldn’t find it, and I was force to push my hand deeper until the skin seemed to swallow my whole hand before I was able to locate the vial and pull it out.

My vaginal muscles clenched briefly as I slowly drew out the vial of glowing liquid, felt something clench upon my breasts with the action, and then looking down while panting with my rising sensual urges, saw my nipples swell slightly.

“Here,” I said holding out my hand, balancing the vial in the palm of my hand. “This is what changed me.” The liquid glowed invitingly in the fluids of my body, and the fluids that remained within the glass. “It might change you too.”

Anya’s eyes dropped wearily to the vial, and her supple lips spread slightly before she stepped forward to stand before me. Her hands lift around mine, to hold both my larger hand and the vial within her smaller ones. She was forced to tilt her head back and arch her back to look up at me, and I saw that her eyes were sparkling with some untold emotion I could not surmise.

“It will make me as strong as you?” she asked, her hands clenching tighter around my hand.

I inclined my head, and opened my hand as she accepted the vial and stepped back, still looking at the thing. From the outside surface, a collection of fluids that had been inside my body collected at the bottom of the tube and fell to the floor in a single thick droplet. It made a light tap as it hit the floor. Then Anya unstopped the cork and downed the drink in a single swallow.

The thick, sweet, cool liquid sliding down her throat made a soft glow down her esophagus and the hollow of her throat before the thickness of her bosom diminished the glow. I folded my hands before my thighs as I watched my friend go through the same actions I had.

At first she was disappointed that the fluid didn’t work right away, and lowering her head, she collapsed to her knees and started to cry as she thought she was once again robbed of redemption from this living hell. Then the fluid started working its magic.

Anya’s breasts began to heave as she closed her eyes tightly, squeezing out the last of her tears as her small hands lifted to her throat. Then her head tilted backward as the throbbing began, beginning in the arch of the vagina before slowly coursing its way up to her sternum. Her back arched then, and after hooking her fingers into the hem of her bodycloth about her collarbone, she pulled it down and away, revealing her naked body to the forces of change.

The cloth she threw away as she opened her mouth to sigh a gasp of orgasmic pleasure, while her small hands lifted to her already supple bodice. Her fingers spread over her breasts, gently rubbing the nipples and lightly caressing her own flesh as every major artery in her body thickened and started to pulsate with her power. She rolled her hips to the floor as her vaginal muscles thickened, and she gave another gasp as her breast started to expand with each breast; the nipples erecting like mine had, forming nibs at their ends as the force of their lactation began to leak down her bodice. That milk flowed like a stream down her breasts, over her flattening stomach and over her crotch to make a growing pool on the floor.

It was then that her first orgasm hit, and from between her legs, a burst of fluids burst onto the floor, creating a sticky, viscous mixture on the floor and between her legs. Then just like I had, she began to grow, every muscle in her body thickening, every bone elongating, while between her legs, I saw the twin lips of her crotch actually quivering with the forces inside of her.

She bent over herself and gave another series of sighs as the greatest portion of the transformation overcame her, and I saw the planes of her back swell and then crease into smaller packs, swell and then crease again until every muscle was super defined.

She grew quiet then, her body now slick with her body’s fluids, from sweat, from milk and from orgasmic juices leaking from between her legs as she continued to grow. Then with a final pulsating quiver through her body, it was ended. Then came that tell tale squeal, and I turned my side to her and raised my arms to ward off the inevitable as her cell exploded between her breasts, but thankfully, the blast was deflected downward.

She remained there; panting while all of her hair remained gathered over one whole side of her head. Then her head slowly lifted, and the same insane look that had spread over my own features when I had changed appeared within her eyes. I stepped forward and knelt before her then, helping her to sit up while she continued to view her new super powerful body.

“I’-it’s me!” she exclaimed, feeling the elation as her breasts heaved titanicly and her biceps swelled into practical spheres.

She hugged me tightly then, beginning to cry tears of joy, our breasts pressing firmly against one another while we reveled in our power. Then, sitting back from one another, we both saw the plan in each other’s eyes, and that together; we may be able to free our fellow prisoners from this fate worse than death.

18

The door to the women’s quarters slid open ad we two stepped in, both of us in our current forms looking like avenging angels; strong, powerful, yet still possessing the feminine grace in out ample physiques. The chatter of idle conversations and of naked women playing in the pool at the center of the quarters slowly ceased to be replaced by an unfathomable quiet as they all looked up at us.

I could feel the weight of my breasts heave against my chest while I stood close beside Anya, not knowing what to make of so much attention. Some of the younger women, really still nothing more than girls approached closest to us, exiting the pool to look at us with awe.

The first to approach were Anya’s daughters, but covered in a slick of moisture from recently exiting the pool. They were attractive young women I saw now, perfect in form in every way, and actually had the feel of innocent strength about them, but who knew how many times they have been mistreated by the soldiers here.

“Mama?” one asked, moving close to lightly touch her mother, or the woman who at least contributed her genetic make up.

Anya Smiled and pulled her daughter to her, her eyes lifting to the still gathering women around us.

“Mama!” the other one breathed and moved in beside her twin to join in the embrace, and she too was accepted in.

Anya’s eyes lifted to her daughters in bold command, steeling all of the women around us, but it was I who actually spoke… Anya wanted her daughters with her.

“We have succeeded in creating the super human formulae,” I said, stepping forward before the three. “By accident, but as you can see, it works quite well.” I flexed one arm for emphasis. Once the formula is analyzed, it will be made available to all of you, and after that, the male will be considered the weaker sex.

“We are going home.”

There was silence for a short while before we were massed by nearly a hundred women of varying ages, each crying their thanks hugging us as best they could.

We are going home!

19

Anya’s living space, an alcove slightly bigger than that of the others, served as a temporary resting-place for us. With her curtains closed, and with several of the women outside deterring any visitors with their naked feminine forms, we were kept hidden from sight while I tried to get my computer book to analyze the formula. I might even try the differences in my blood and a sample that I had stored earlier might be able to duplicate the substance.

Anya sat close by to me, her legs tucked underneath her while she lazily kneaded the huge pillow we were both upon with one hand.

“I wish I could help you Diyana.” She said suddenly, not bothering to look at me. Her eyes seemed centered on her long fingered hand.

“I know… but I don’t have another computer, and if we go onto the main computer, it will inform the command staff – namely Alexander – that we have succeeded. We are both strong, but we are still nothing alone, Anya. They probably outnumber the two of us a thousand to one.

“They did say that they had an army down here.”

Anya sighed, and then turning on her front, her breasts spreading like huge pillows beneath her chest, she lifted her elongated legs and crossed them over her back.

“I know. I’m just complaining. I want to help.”

My head lowered and I looked back to my work for a moment until the drawn sheets parted briefly to reveal Anya’s daughters. Anya brightened immediately as the two came in, both kneeling beside their mother each giving a light whimper as they touched their mother on the back.

Then while I sat there, watching this scene unfold, Anya turned onto her back before the two young women lay down on top of her to suckle at her breasts. I blinked at this, remembering that the twins were forced to grow up into adults to soon. Though each was actually only eight, both had the maturity of a woman ten years their elder. Both were perfectly formed, both could bare children of their own, but they were still just children.

I felt a soft smile at seeing some form of innocence in this place before I turned back to work. But no sooner had I looked down than I heard the two girls sighing as they suckled, and I looked up just in time to see one than the other lift themselves quickly from their mothers teats. Both were gasping for air as they lifted themselves, backs arching as their hands clutched to the hollows of their throats, while their still developing chests heaved with exertion.

“Wha-what’s happening to my babies?” Anya exclaimed as she sat up herself, reaching out to her nearest daughter.

I was about to answer that I had no idea until I saw one of the twins lower her hands to her breasts as they started to swell, quivering with their now pulsating hearts. I sat up immediately, practically dropping my computer book as I watched the Minerva Affect happen over the twins. They sighed with a pleasure they had never experienced before, feeling the unbridled power as their bodies grew and grew, gaining the true power of the feminine gender.

A cry, a low groan, and from their crotches, swelling with muscle, flowed the juices of their first orgasm, from their breasts came the ample milk, from their bodies came the slick of sweat. The two pulsated as they grew, veins and capillaries bulging all across their bodies as they became even larger that Anya and I had become. The planes of their backs filled out, creased into hundreds of sections and repeated twice more, their spines rising far from their back to form a razor-like back for them both.

Their legs grew thick and corded, their chests barreled and their breasts full and rounded and firm. But that didn’t keep them from becoming scared, and Anya held both of them while they transformed. But finally, after several long minutes, their transformation slowed, leaving them as masses of flesh and sensuality.

“M-Mama…” one asked with her voice quivering with fear. “What happened to us?”

She looked like on the verge of tears as she lifted her eyes to her mother and squared off with her, but I was the one who answered.

“You grew up, honey.” I smiled, and then sitting up, walked out of the small alcove, parting the curtains as I drew myself up to my full height in front of the women around me, baring my chest like a badge of authority.

Several of the young women here looked up at me, placing a look of awe upon me like I was a goddess of some sort. My lips pursed momentarily as I looked down at some of them; some not much younger than I did. But among them all, the first I saw was Gina, the newest addition to our wonderful clan.

Gina’s bright eyes widened as she looked up at me, and I stepped to her and knelt just in front of her. “Anya and I have inadvertently found an alternative to the formula that had transformed us into our current forms. And as a matter of fact, we’ll be exchanging one formula… for another.”

“But where is it?” someone in the back called, anxious to be away from this place.

I bit upon my lower lip, and looking down to Gina, exchanged a glancing moment with her, before I arched my back a little, bringing my nipple up close to her mouth. She looked down at it and then shifted her gaze quickly back to me before I nodded; noting that it was indeed the truth of what we had found. Then she merely glanced down at it again, and opening her mouth, pushed her mouth over it.

Within the warmth of the child’s mouth, her saliva slicking my nipple up, her mouth drawing from my teat, there were a few short false draws before the first soft, silken flow entered her mouth. She held it there for a moment or two, the fluid tingling against my skin as she dew more; her tongue licking the tender flesh. Then finally she swallowed, and then began to suckle in due haste. I had to lean backward and hold her in her enthusiasm, and she quickly balanced on one of my thick legs.

“It-it appears that…. that more than our physical appearance <<gasp>> changed.” I tried to saw as she continued to draw more and more from me. Against my leg, I could feel the folds of skin between her legs beginning to pulsate as the formula from my breast started to take action. “And our breast milk has the same affect as the formula does.”

There was a collective gasp from those girls nearest to me, and they started to circulate the information to those on the farthest edges of the room. Then Gina broke away from me, yellow-white milk dripping from her mouth and chin onto her chest, while her hands lifted to her breasts as if to hold her breath in. Then, just like the twins had, she started to transform. Like them, and like Anya and I, The first thing came as her breasts swelled while her body elongated, her legs becoming long, her arms ample and slender, while her skin smoothed and softened with her hair. Then her physical form started to bulk up; planes of muscle thickening and creasing time and time again while her body grew slick with her body’s many fluids, the movement of her hands actually spreading it around until her skin glistened with it.

While this was happening, the curtains parted behind me, and Anya came out with her daughters just before her. I noticed for the first time, the breasts of the twins seemed smaller, perhaps because they weren’t as developed As Anya’s or mine. But then I saw the look in the twins’ eyes as they looked on the transforming Gina in front of me, at the height of her physical elation. Their chests still heaved from their own, and looking up to their mother, she nodded and gave them both a swat on the bottom before they descended into the crowd, and arching their chests, each took one of the women to suckle from their own virgin breasts.

Anya and I both took more, and because of our new condition, those great rounded and firm spheres hanging from off our chests, never emptied. Soon, the whole chamber was nothing but women discovering their newfound power, or those still in the process of obtaining it.

20

From my hiding place, I looked over the new group of women around me. Strong, powerful, super feminine. A soft, whimsical, almost ironic smile crossed my supple lips while I heaved a sigh, feeling those titanic breasts against my chest, still only a light pressure now with the muscle that lay underneath them. For a brief moment, I wondered at how Alexander would find all of this, that his harem of women for his soldiers not only have started rebelling and thinking for themselves, but we were also stronger than they were. I imagined that we were even stronger than his super soldiers were now.

In front of me, some of the younger women were feeling, still disbelievingly, their super-enhanced bodies, of powerful biceps and heaving breasts, and of their amble womanhood.

But it was also then that my computer book started beeping from where I held it against my thigh, and lifting it over the view of my bosom, I cracked it open and flipped to the page that had the indicator light on. My eyes immediately widened as it started displaying the formula I had created, and the effects it had on my blood, and as another inquiry, on the effects it had on my milk as well.

My thighs pressed together as I started reading off the display.

Analysis of Unknown formula: The processed formula appears to contain one part Minerva formula, one part natural steroids, one part Nannite machine. The natural steroids, is a combination of male testosterone, female estrogen, anabolic steroids, pheromones, hormones mutagenic virus, and retrovirus. The previous two parts have merged with the Nannite machine to create a bio-metallurgical entity that has vast empowering effects.

When added to a host entity, their overall body is restructured to release a great quantity of the host’s natural inhibitors, thereby increasing their potential.

Result: Evolved superhuman with great capability to adapt to all environs.

I blinked upon reading that, and sitting down, my eyes lowered to my bodice, one hand cupping around my breast as if I could feel the new microorganisms that had altered my blood. I guess I really was a goddess. Lifting myself off the ground a little and spreading my legs, my fingers then cupped around the bulge in my lower abdomen where the twin folds of my flesh came together. The super sensitive genital area of my body puckered together with my touch with such force that I could actually feel something grind within my lower body.

Then there was a body beside me, the thick legs that led upward into a shapely thigh and bottom that revealed Anya’s face at the peak. “Yes, I’ve done that a little too.” She said, kneeling beside me.

She was wearing another body cloth, apparently, the largest she could find, but it still did nothing to cover her breasts that formed a valley from the cloth where it laid between them.

“Here, I’ve brought something for you to wear, Diyana,” she said handing me yet another of the bodycloths. “But unfortunately, they don’t do much to cover any of us, but it does cut down some of the draft between the legs.”

“I bet.” I responded, and then paused. “Anya, I want to get out of here. Round up all the women, and tell them it’s time to leave…”

21

My breasts heaved as I peaked around a corner, my bright eyes focusing quickly upon the two black clad and armored guards standing guard just down the hall from us to the central computer core. Instinctively, my vaginal muscles clenched, and my clitoris began to throb within my bowls as I smelled the strung, sweet musk of male pheromones and testosterone and sweat. Breathing in deeply, I gasped, feeling my nipples swell and clench slightly before I moved away.

Brushing a wave of my frost white hair away from my eyes, one of my thighs slid forward against the other, and I looked at the twelve other women with me, which included her daughters. Just around the corner, further down the hall, were nearly thirty others, each biologically enhanced just as we were. Anya and I were the only ones wearing the body clothes, and I thought briefly how nice it was to feel the soft fabric over the slope of my crotch clenched between my legs.

Anya’s daughters, and a few others, when to all the other enclaves where our fellow slaves were, starting with the lowliest ones, and making their way up to those with the white cells. In no time, there would be over a hundred of us in here. A soft smile crossed my lips as I thought of what that would be like.

It was then that I felt a soft hand touch my broad shoulder, and opening my eyes – not realizing that I had closed them – I turned to see Anya’s concerned face, and I smile and nodded my head to signal that I was ok. And then taking a deep breath, I rose to my full height and stepped around the corner.

My lips spread as I saw both of the guards look up at me, and standing there, I tugged downward on my bodycloth until it squeezed between my breasts, revealing the ample bulges of flesh against my chest. My hands, cupping one over the other, pushed into the sloping arch of my lower abdomen, affectionately cupping my crotch while I slinked forward to the two guards. One of them idly lifted a hand to push his face shield away, and even from where I stood, I could see the lust in his eyes, and the arousal in his pants.

My smile broadened mischievously, while I saddled up close to him, hearing the other guard remarking underneath his face shield while I practically pinned the guard against the sliding door with my body and the press of my bosom against his armor. Sighing over him, I pushed off his helmet, rubbing against his strong body before I took his hands and mine and pushed them against my breasts, making him rub them for a second before he actually started massaging them lightly.

I sighed again, dipping him to the floor, while behind me, Anya took in the other guard, and we both started to teasingly arouse them with our feminine skills, feeling that telltale bulge beneath our legs when we succeeded. My back arched, my abdomen rubbing against my captive while I tugged downward on my bodycloth, pulling the thin strip of cloth between the great orbs against my chest, while my teats swelled and drew as erect as eraser points. My breathing came out from my bosom in slow gasps, and feeling that mass of manhood just beneath my legs, so strong, so much power; I began to desire the feel of it between my legs. But one of the things that separated humanity from the apes we were spawned from was our ability of self-control, and I merely remained on top of him, distracting him.

His hands lifted to my breasts, even as from behind me my fellow inmates slowly crept up to us. But with those strong hands, massaging the objects of my womanhood in their grip, I began to lactate, the veins around my nipples thickening to supply my teats with a power of my own. But then I sat up and moved backward, revealing the scowling looks on the women behind me, each as equally as powerful as I as three each took one of the men Anya and I had just been distracting with our bodies.

The three girls each took their guard and, propping him up against the wall, proceeded to strip him of all of his clothes. Anya and I stood back, watching the spectacle as three newly transformed women, went through the initial erotic closure that was brought on by the change.

Standing there, I watched with my face as blank and as passive as one or two of the young women held a guard, while yet another first tore through their clothing to get at their naked body underneath all of the armor and clothing. Taking a deep breath, I thought I could actually smell the sent of sensual ecstasy in the air, especially when one of the young girls actually went as far as straddling one of the men's abdomens. She clawed at his chest with her fingernails while her movements caught his penis and slid it deep into her body.

My eyes turned toward Anya, seeing the same cold look in her eyes as she exchanged a glance with one of the guards we had just distracted, her eyes burning with fire at the guards own pleading expression. Then turning slightly, she showed one of her shoulders to the man before the girl over him took on the actions her alternate partner was, and started raping him.

I-it’s, it’s all that they deserve, for everything that they have done to us, I thought, and deep in the back of my mind, something wondered about the quavering in my thoughts.

But then, something took me away from my thoughts, and turning my head, I watched in awe as one of the young girls actually rose into her sexual peak. From between her legs, a warm sticky goo started flowing over onto the abdomen of the guard while she tilted her head back and sighed deeply. Her hands slid down her abdomen, squeezing her breasts until milk leaked from them, and she swallowed hard as she rolled her abdomen again, which was followed by yet another burst of that same sticky fluid. Her hands continued to slide downward, and one of the girls reached over to clamp a hand over the guard’s mouth to keep him quiet, while the girl on top of him finally reached her crotch. Her fingers then began to rub the soft flesh between her legs, making gentle strokes with her fingers parting for the thick rod of flesh piercing her body. Another burst, and then her hands were working, pulling away portions of the fluid leaking from her, momentarily feeling it in her hands before she dragged a stringy band from her crotch to the guard’s chest, smearing it there, and then making another band from there to the floor.

Her hips arched again, and lifting free of the guard, the plug that had just been within her body was released, and in three quick bursts, more of the fluid erupted from her body. It oozed from her crotch and down her legs, and as she hovered above the guard on her hands and knees, she would dip her fingers back and forth, smearing him with more tendrils and bands. For a moment, I began to remark that it actually appeared like spider’s silk that she was using on him.

Looking to Anya, I saw that she too witnessed what I was seeing, even though in their sexual high, the girls did not. They were younger than me, and suddenly throttled into adulthood, not knowing what a woman could do, they seemed to be discovering things about their bodies that I would have never even thought of. The Super Minerva formula seemed to have greater changes than I thought.

To test my theory, my hand slipped downward over my crotch, and I focused my thoughts on the same thing that they were doing, and within moments I felt a practically hot, waxen fluid squeeze from between my vaginal muscles into my hand. Scraping my crotch clean, I pulled my hand away and spread my fingers, just as the girls were hoisting their catch in a partial cocoon to plaster him, and then the other, against the wall. I felt the definitely spider silk feel span between my fingers before I looked up, seeing the young girls cheering as they suspended the two violated guards against the corners of the hallway beside the doors. Their arms brought back, wrists plastered firmly against the steel walls with their legs encased in the silken strands, with more bands attaching the new decoration from their bodies to the wall. The clothing that remained on the floor, however torn they now were, were then divvied up by the young women, but because of their new sizes, they were only able only to reclaim the barest minimums which did next to nothing of covering their nakedness. In most cases, a bandelero or belt now arched over their broad hips, and two of them actually crushed the small energy handguns they had in their still small hands.

As they were preoccupied, I stepped close to Anya and showed her my hand, and she lightly touched the soft stinging substance in my hand and rubbed it between her fingers, while my head again turned to watch this display.

“What are we becoming Anya?” I whispered.

I waited for a long time, but she didn’t answer back.

22

The armory was just ahead, and again we had approached it as cautiously as we could, and this time, from two different directions. Now Anya and six others, and I with another six super enhanced women, stood with our backs to the wall on either side of the corridor that branched off into the armory. My chest heaved while I looked out of the corner of my eye at the four armored guards at the end of the hall, my hands flattening against thew wall for a moment before they clenched, and I was amazed as I actually crumpled the wall’s steel within my hands. Then tensing my body, I turned my head toward Anya, and she nodded before I slid outward and started up my routine.

The four guards merely looked up at me as I flattened against the wall that led to them, and two of them actually looked at each other as I arched my back and rolled my hips before I lightly slid a hand down my abdomen and into my crotch. But then the two that had been looking at each other, the two in the front, looked back at me, lifted their weapons and fired.

The first missed my head, but the blaster bolt of the second clipped my arm, and the force of it actually knocked me down onto the floor. Anya was actually able to skip across and pick me up away from harm as the other two guards came forward, knelt in front of the other two and started firing as well. Soon, there was a rain of blaster bolts where I had just been a moment ago.

Anya held me up, out breasts pressing one against the other while she held me aloft, and I gritted my teeth in pain and anger as I noticed the bone sticking out of the charred area of my shoulder and upper arm.

“It appears that they have finally been put on alert, Diyana.” She said as she lifted a hand to touch the wound but drew back again when she saw that it must be painful for me.

Looking to my left and right, I saw the other young women, most standing naked in their new enhanced bodies, were just positively dismayed at what had happened. They had hopped that they would have been able to get out of this hell without bloodshed. Many were more than willing to by their way out with their bodies.

But then, there was a seething pain in my shoulder, and my body tensed as my teeth gritted tightly. And from the corner of my eye, I saw the flesh of my arm restructuring itself, becoming soft flesh, and then hardening into a thick plate of some sort of chitinous material.

“M-mah’ arm!” I exclaimed, lifting a hand to clasp the thick plate wrapping my shoulder. It felt warm and soft like felt, but was harder than steel.

Anya stepped backward in shock, and then moved back down the corridor, only to be rewarded by a shot toward her head. Luckily she pulled it back just in time. “It’ looks like armor.” She said absently, stroking the soft steel with her fingers. “We’ll figure it out later though. Those guards are starting to advance, and they have guns and are ready to shoot at us.”

I was breathing heavily, not ready to ever retreat again, and my hand clenched around the steel. Then I began to understand the nature of what was now in my body, and looking to the other women on either side of the corridor, a couple nervously looking toward the black clad soldiers, my lips pressed together in determination. Then sliding my hand against my shoulder over to the clasp of my bodycloth, slightly splattered with my blood, I unhooked it and revealed my naked body to the humid air in the halls.

Then I started concentrating.

I could feel that same sense of change, the same initial feeling that had led to my current form that I even now wore; of a super powerful amazon, perfect in shape and in form. But now I felt that feeling start to pulsate through my body, and arching my back, lifting my breasts into the air, my hands pressed tight against the steel wall as the change begun.

I felt my nipples begin to harden and my crotch tighten as every muscle in my body clenched, and soon, my body was nothing by a mass of corded flesh. Then my skin began to firm, pockets of skin sliding over my breasts and crotch in thick reoccurring folds that slid sensuously from other portions of my body. Then my hardened skin, still seeming to clench on itself, fractured and refracted, and refracted again, forming dozens, then hundreds, then thousands of plates all across my body. Then I opened my eyes, just a smidgen, still in my virtual high that transformation brought on me. Then I looked down at my body, seeing the broad planes that had been my breasts, each capped by a small, smooth nub where my nipples would have been, the two large plates sliding in and out with my every titanic breath.

I was covered practically from head to toe, leaving only the front of my neck open, with a pair of extensions rising from the sides of my neck upward to arch over my ears and attach to my temples. My feet were a pair of double-toed chitinous protrusions, each decorated by a short talon, while my arms were encased in a four-fingered gauntlet; my ring and middle fingers acting as one.

A small smile crossed my soft features that remained as I looked down at my body, at the dark red armor that now covered me as aptly as a bodyglove would. Then I looked to my sisters, seeing the shocked and stunned looks upon their faces, even on Anya’s, as they tried to avoid me, holding onto one another as if I was a demon. I smiled at them, and was about to reassure them that everything was okay when a couple of the guards suddenly rounded the corner.

“Get behind me!” I yelled as both opened fired. One started shooting at the girls on the other side of the corridor, and the other at me and the girls behind me.

A facemask melded over my features, adding breathing tubes and crystalline shields for my eyes, but leaving my luxurious long, frost hair to dangle down my back. The blaster shots were simply absorbed or deflected away from my body, but the six young girls across from me were getting slaughtered by the other soldier.

“No!” I screamed, feeling helpless as I tried to get forward and protect them, but then the other two guards appeared and started firing in my direction.

Despite the size of my body, the blaster bolts were getting by me, and I heard the other women screaming in agony as bits of their flesh were charred away. Also, to my dismay, I found that my fighting abilities were vastly inferior to a trained soldier, and I was dropped roughly to the ground while two of them covered me with their blaster rifles. At this close range, who knew whether or not that blast would be able to go through my armor.

No, I heard myself think. We were so close. So close…

“Alpha one to command, Alpha one to command. The intruders have been pacified. Have one prisoner in captivity.” One of the guards said through the metallic sounding voice of his helmet mike. I didn’t hear who answered him back.

Tears started to leak out of the corners of my eyes, even through the crystalline facets that now covered them, blearing my vision as I looked to where all of my fellow sisters laid on the ground in a bath of their own blood. I started blaming myself, and for a time, all I could hear was the thought it was all my fault over and over again. But then I heard something sickly and wet come to my ears, and lifting my head, I felt my eyes go wide as I saw Anya first lift herself off of the ground, her bodycloth falling from her body because of all of the burns upon it. For a second, she just hobbled there with her back to me, using her feet and front leg to stabilize herself, and it took me a moment to notice that she was missing an arm and there was a deep gash in her broad thigh. Then she started rising to her feet, grunting as her wounds quickly healed themselves; her thigh closing, while her arm rebuilt itself layer upon layer.

Bone erupted from the empty socket of her shoulder, which was quickly entertained by red tissue of tendons and muscle, and finally covered in a sheet of flesh. The guards looked up at her in shock, lowering their guns while I looked up at her, seeing her standing as a perfect vision of femininity before I noticed that the others too were gaining their footage, and turning to face the guards.

Then Anya looked down at me, smiled, back up at the guards, and a scowl penetrated her features before she began to change like I had. The dozen other women, taking on my discovery, each started to develop armor of their own, and finally, I rolled and slapped the gun away in the soldier’s still stunned condition. Assuming a stance at their forefront, I saw around me as each woman took upon their armor out of the corners of my eyes, that they took on colors of red, blue, but mostly white.

We all stood around the guards for a second or two, each of us breathing hard, the four looking to each of us in turn before we surged forward. In a matter of moments, they were all on the ground, stripped of their armor and clothing, and plastered against the nearby wall the same way all the others had been. For the first time, I actually added those strange fluids my body could now make toward securing their battered and abused bodies onto the wall like a trophy.

Our next step was to secure the armory.

23

Air flowed through the pair of breathing tubes at the back of my cheek plates while I ran, my chitin covered, double-toed boots pounding against the ground along with those of the four others that followed me through the halls. I could feel myself getting stronger as I thought up new ways for me to change, and as soon as I thought of it, I changed, assuming newer and greater powers all the time.

Already I had become an obscene thing, with the plates that covered my breasts appearing as a pair of large rounded orbs peaked with an even smaller plate where my nipples would be. A long, plate-encrusted tail protruded from the rounded plates covering my bottom and lower spine. That same spine was raised from my powerful back, and my feet had elongated which gave me the ability to run on all fours if I wanted to, and I had amazing leaping capabilities. And on all their own, I found that there were numerous jeweled protrusions appearing all across my body; over my sternum, at the hollow of my throat, on my wrists and on my forehead. What they did I did not know, but the nanomachines combined with my altered blood knew what to do, and they did it quite rapidly.

One final difference, as my armor pulled away from my front, newer plates were arising, and these had the color of opal, complete with shine and glimmer, decorating my entire front from neck to crotch to underside of tail. But if I had to become a monster to escape this hell, then so be it, I thought as I slowed near a corner in the catacomb's infrastructure, raising to my feet.

Waiting for my sisters to catch up with me, a new batch from one of the last rooms of women to taste the creamy goodness of our breasts, they were still learning to understand how their new powers worked.

Pressing my back up against the wall, I licked my lips underneath my facemask, now a plethora of interconnecting and overlapping plates, feeling the whole mass swell and move with my jaw. Between my legs, a drop of webbing squeezed out from the lips of my crotch to drop on the floor. Then clenching my clawed hands, I looked around the corner to see that the entire hallway was clear.

Then waving for the other’s to follow, we walked cautiously into the corridor.

Then to my ears came the sound of a low whine, which steadily got louder and louder, and I stopped the procession, lifting my hand while straining to hear the sound. It sounded like the whine of turbines, and it also sounded as if it were getting closer. Odd. What could be turbine driven down here?

My answer was soon answered when from around a bend in the hallway up ahead, two mammoth machines sped around the corner and ground to a skidding halt several tens of yards in front of us. They didn’t even pause, but lifted an elongated device with a barrel at us and fired. I could literally feel the shock wave of both blast by me and slam into a couple of the girls behind me, and hearing the sickly sound of something akin to a bug stepped on, I wiped my head around and looked back. I could feel my pupils dilate as I saw the two girls convulse with the impact of the guns, and then knocked backward for a couple meters in the least before they finally fell to the ground, but rolled for a few feet more.

“No!” I screamed, and then turned and ran after them, pulling the other girls along with me, commanding them to pick up the fallen I shielded them.

Again the twin booms that reverberated through the halls, and again the instantaneous hits, but this time, both slammed into my back, through either shoulder blade, and erupting on the other side to spray blood and a greenish ichor on the walls around me. Stumbling, but forcing myself up again, I finally managed to get around the turn in the hallway again before two more shots created two very large circular wounds in the steel wall, with a hole half a foot wide, and the shattered cracks in the wall a meter around.

I could imagine that my body was in much the same shape as the wall, and occasionally, a little of my body armor flaked off while blood made rivulets down my breasts abdomen and abdominal plate. My arms were useless, and I was forced to retract my facemask when the breathing tubes at the side of my neck started sputtering blood.

“H-how are they?” I asked, trying to concentrate on healing and finally hearing the crackling and crunching sound of resetting bones.

“They’re alive, Diyana. But barely. What is that thing they are using?! I thought our armor was virtually indestructible!” The woman who had been speaking pushed her hands against her crotch, thinking that if the armor could be breached, then she could be breached again as well.

“In those regards they are.” I gasped when the fleshy tissue started to mend, and the two girls were slowly regaining their own physical form as their breasts heaved when their lungs forcefully refilled to reset their ribcages. I began to think that we were immortal.

“They’re railguns.” one of the older women, perhaps 25 or so, said almost shyly. “I helped give them the technology.”

Many a hard stare went in her direction, but the look I gave her was one of sympathy. I too gave them the technology to increase the power of their soldiers. And finally regaining the use of my hands, I leaned forward and laid a large, clawed hand upon one of her still narrower shoulders.

“Many of us were forced to give them our works in hopes they would keep us in the scientific level. It was one of the few escapes we had. I too did the same thing, and if I hadn’t made a mistake, we all wouldn’t have been given this opportunity to escape. Just think... we’re all naturally what they are in their powered armor.”

There were a few smiles at that, but my smile faded when I heard the sounds of metal against metal approaching us.

“But I believe our time is rapidly degrading. Pull those the wounded into that room over there, and see if you can help them to heal somehow. I’ll draw their fire.”

As the girls rushed to do as I commanded, I sent up a silent prayer to the heavens. Please give me strength! I thought, balling my fist as I closed my eyes and reset my facemask about my face. Underneath my breasts, my heart, or rather hearts now, somehow I knew there were two beating in there now, started their pumping in due interest.

The throbbing sound came into my ears, pulsating through my body, and again, flowing ever so powerfully through the arteries in my neck, arms, and between my legs. I began to feel the power of my femininity throb underneath the plates and bony protrusions that covered my lower abdomen. Then again, came that heightened feeling of change, and my sensuality reached whole new levels of growth.

Then my eyes opened, and the two soldiers in their power armor lumbered around the corner, and for the first time, I was able to get a very good look at them. Each was as big as I now was, with their heads heavily protected by an elongated dome with visor between a pair of massive shoulders. The shoulders held turbine intakes, spotlights, missile launcher tubes and shoulder guards, which then led to a heavily equipped backpack. I could only guess at how big the men were inside, but the guns that each carried was easily as big as their chassis were. The two paused as they saw me just standing there, perhaps hypnotized by the massive circular protrusions on my chest. But then the change started to increase, and my chest started to heave with each breath.

At first, only the plates covering my chest moved, but with each breath, I began to swell almost imperceptibly at first, and then increasing exponentially. By then, every plate and on my body would turn outward a little to allow for my change. Then taking one final long breath, the changes inside of me just… happened.

Within what must have been only three seconds, I again became a new level of monster. My shoulder caps rose, pulling upward a mass of bio-matter as they thickened, the uppermost cap shattering into several hooking protrusions which then attached to the swelling cap beneath, as another cap slid outward to hand over my upper arms. My back arched, my spine snapping powerfully outward as the vertebrae beneath elongated into several overlapping spines, while the two halves of my upper pack cracked and realigned, thickening to twice and then three times their original size. My chest heaved, raising and spreading into practically flat planes, but still rounded, as my stomach elongated and sank deep underneath my chest. My forearms thickened as my shoulder masses rose up around my face, tendrils attaching about my facemask as horns grew like a crown about my head and the jewel on my forehead thickened. Then my biceps bulged, my thighs thickening before my tail lengthened and widened substantially. Finally, my elongated feet thickened to support my new weight, the inner two most toes lengthening and spreading wide with the other two smaller ones before my armor realigned and thickened ten fold.

I stood there, my eyes reddening as I looked up at them, remembering how many times I had been violated, of what they did to those two girls. I stood there for a moment, almost seeing the shock in their eyes behind their face shields, before I sucked in a deep breath and the new multi-fractured plated upon my breasts opened to reveal my now molted brown skin. Then with a tremor, and a sudden rising of all of the veins around my thickened nipples, a tendril ejected outward from each with a spray of something wet. The barb at the end of each imbedding into the chest armor of the two soldiers before the piezoelectric glands I had just gown sent a sock down the two threads into the armor. The two armored bodies convulsed with the shock as I spent all that I had in that first jolt between the two before retracting the barbs, and I stood momentarily as both sank to their knees.

For a second I thought I had over done it then before I heard the grind and whine of servos as one of them tilted its head upward and angled its powerful gun toward me. Then from the under barrel, from a prism sight, a beam of black streaked outward, changing the light directly around it to its negative colors before it traced a cut from one shoulder, across my breasts, and to the next, searing my to the flesh.

I screamed, feeling many of my nerve endings fried on contact with the black light laser, and I felt the mass of fractured plates about my face spread open, to reveal my jagged teeth while extending four powerful mandibles. The howl that escaped from my throat was positively the worst sound anything has ever heard of.

The plates realigned themselves as I looked back at the two with as much darkness in my eyes as I could muster. A wisp of smoke trailed up into my face and an acrid stench filtered in through the breathing tubes at my neck that did smell like burning flesh. That wisp slowly dissipated as my armor healed itself.

But as I stood there, breathing heavily with my exertion and the moment of pain I had just felt, the other one, that I had thought had been incapacitated, surged to his feet and lifted the but end of his gun up underneath my chin. The force of the blow knocked me up and then off my balance before I collapsed toward the floor, but even before I ever hit the ground, he brought his gun to bare again, and within my ears, I heard the high-pitched sound of gathering electrons. My arms lifted, and in instinct, one of the thick plates on the outside of my arm fractured and spread, revealing a thick gem before activating a null energy field. Then came the deafening boom of his gun, and the shock of the shell hitting the energy field on the outside of my shield shattered the bones in my arm and overpowered the shield. The heavy plates were undoubtedly in the same condition as my bones.

Again I screamed, and then gritting my teeth against the pain, I lashed out with my tail, curling it around the gun of the first one before constricting; flexing every muscle I could think of in my lower body in the effort. Sparks of electricity laced about the weapon before I snapped it in three places and wiped it away from the soldier’s grasp before I slowly regained my footing. But the soldier I had disarmed still came at me, arching one of his heavy booted feet underneath my chin and knocking me back on my behind. Then his heavy mass was on top of me, and even in my enhanced state, I couldn’t even hope to lift his powerful form off of me. And to worsen the effect, his hand lifted and a small blade ejected out of the back of his forearm sheathe, which then began to vibrate so fast it started to glow white with the friction against the air. Then he plunged the thing down toward me, and my arms lifted and clasped his arm at the wrist. But even still, I watched with one eye open as that blade slowly descended toward my head.

I need more strength! I thought, trying to lift a leg into his groin, but finding that that was heavily plated and nowhere near a relenting structure. I was about to give up when I felt the change upon me again, felt my hearts pounding within my chest to bring it on. My pectoral muscles doubled as my ribcage thickened and spread, my breasts quivering with a new power as they too doubled, forming another pair underneath the first. And then something broke open at my sternum, and the rim of scales and plates and flesh and bone underneath my breasts split away. Clawed hands opened from underneath a pair of wrist guards, new shoulders thickened, biceps enlarged, and a new pair of hands lifted upward and caught the arm as I twisted my body. In one deft move, I had the soldier on his stomach on the floor before I crushed the forearm shield within my four hands and then kicked the soldier in the side.

But even as that soldier was thrown away, another boom resounded through the halls, and the new shell caught me square in the chest, between the apex of all four of my breasts. My body conformed around the blow that was like a punch in the solar plexus, and the rhythm of the blow fluctuated throughout the whole of my body. I crashed against he ground, and immediately tried to regain my footing, refill my lungs, and start my hearts again, but found that all three were nearly impossible to do with my fractured ribcage and chest.

As I lay there, still in a daze, my head spinning and my vision shaking, I chanced to look up. Through the crystal covers over my eyes, and I began to see a couple of the blurs in front of them form into the massive shapes of the two power armored soldiers.

The one still with his gun leveled it at me, burying its larger muzzle between my breasts before I felt the quaver of psudomotion of the main gun charging its magnetic field, and the hum coming to my ears.

“Damn. This one was just the worst of em.” The one with the gun said through his helmet mike as he ground the muzzle of the barrel further into my chest, keeping my armor from reforming between it and my soft flesh. “There must be a friggin plague or mutative agent in the air that’s affecting all of these women. We should just seal the ward and pump in some nerve gas and get it over with.” He lightly poked me with the barrel again. “What do ya think we should do with her now, Lieutenant?”

The other one, the one that I had disarmed, came into view as I turned my head, and I began to grab the scope of my predicament. Unable to move, with a weapon with the power of a fifty-five millimeter gun in my ribcage keeping it from healing, I was practically paralyzed. I stared up at the man, unable to see his features through his face shield and the haze, only seeing him turn his head to look at me.

A fleck of metal fell away from the forearm shield that I had crushed on him.

I heard his answer to his companion echo within my ears. “Kill her.”

24

The muzzle of the gun pushed abruptly into my chest, and I gasped through the breathing tubes at the side of my neck as the vibration began to intensify, and the sound of charging electrons was almost a squealing in my ears. But then there was a scream, and the barrel was hefted up away from my chest a second before it discharged, the force of the shock wave dragging me away as the air was pulled out of my lungs in the suction it created.

My eyes widened as I lifted my eyes, seeing the remaining young women who had been with me leap upon the two soldiers and start ripping portions of their armor away. The one with the gun was quickly overwhelmed and removed from his armor; the lucky girl who did promptly dragged him away to do whatever she wanted with him. The officer however was able to escape, his armor screaming its way away from us as quickly as possible. In the shadows out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shadows of the young girl sexing up the unfortunate guard before the young girls helped me to my feet.

They were all showing signs of greater transformations, as each seemed to have grown larger and were now practically fully armored. I myself was still finishing my healing, my chest heaving while I tried to pump blood toward the damaged areas, again feeling that rhythmic motion between my legs as blood pumped through my legs, and the pounding beneath my sternum from my hearts. I decided that it was now time for a breather.

“All of you, grab the wounded, and trophy that soldier. We’re all going to the lab to lick our wounds and try and find out what else we can about our adversary.”

As my sisters started readying themselves for departure, I started rummaging around in the shell of armor that had been left behind by the girls who had cracked it like an eggshell. Behind the sounds of feminine pleasure, through the soft sighs and groans, I started checking to see if there was anything that could be useful. Then my hand, as if from its own accord, flattened against the solid steel, and in my mind, I began to actually see everything about the armor, its metallurgical content, mechanics, schematics, everything. Then I relinquished my hand, and stared down at it, not knowing what to do with this newfound knowledge I had running around in my head.

Coming to a stand, still staring at my hand, I made the order to move out, and the young woman who had captured herself her first soldier, nearly had to be dragged off of him before they erected him up against the wall. We had started calling it "trophying," as the soldiers we had caught when displayed as they were, looked much like a trophy. After having been drained somehow of all of their strength, they were then held up against the wall by the spider’s silk-like fluids that we were somehow able to expel now from between our legs.

Pursing my lips as I retracted my facemask, feeling the humid air against my soft skin once again, I myself gathered up one of the young girls, who groaned painfully as I balanced her in my two newly grown arms, and led the way back to the labs.

25

The damage to this one had been so severe that she had mostly reverted back into flesh again, leaving only a few plates and cupping protrusions about her body. I helped her up into the gen tank, and propping her hp after sealing the facemask over her mouth and nose and attaching the various feeds, I initiated the cycling protocol. Soon the syrupy green liquid bubbled out from the grate around her feet, and within a few seconds, she was floating free in the substance.

“I don’t like this Anya,” I said turning to my friend. “There are way too many of us injured all ready, and there is something else here that bothers me greatly. It’s like they’re tracking us somehow.”

Anya nodded.

Like me, she too had changed many times, and was now practically as massive as I was in every respect, though she hadn’t thought of the four arms or the bipedal walking. Her daughters were tending to some of the others, and though they had armor, it wasn’t nearly as extensive as most of the other young women around us. Like the girl in the tank, they barely had any armor at all, covering their crotches and femininity, tough their rears were still open to the air. The only thing that they had for themselves is that they were just huge! Even from their initial bonding they had initially became the same size that I am now.

I chewed upon my lower lip for a moment, and then turned gracefully to look over the twenty some tanks that held a young woman in various stages of healing. One good thing came from all of this however. Our enhanced healing capabilities allowed us to cycle through the tanks as if they were nothing.

“I know how you feel Diyana.” Anya responded, coming close to my side. “There are too many of us here already, and more are arriving every minute.”

As if to reaffirm what she had just said, a group of groaning girls led by one of the older women stumbled in.

“And what to do with all this stuff in my head.” I said watching them as they all entered, sealed the door, and collapsed to the ground. Anya’s daughters immediately went to where they were and started using their super-genius abilities to tend to them as best as possible.

“You too?” she said, seeming surprised that I too had experienced such a thing. “I only touched one of their armor things, and I somehow knew all the pieces to it.”

Walking to the computer core console with Anya by my side, I turned around and folded one pair of my hands over my crotch and the other braced me against the console’s display lip. Suddenly feeling tired, my eyes closed slowly and I exhaled heavily.

Anya took a seat on the floor by my side.

A lot of time passed, and during the whole time, I thought about all those schematics running around in my head, and I looked at them all. Sideways, upside down, backwards and inside and out. I was on the verge of an end to my thought train when there was a scream, and then an explosion that rocked passed me, whipping up my hair and tossing it about my bare face.

My eyes opened just as every door exploded inward, the heavy steel hitting some of the girls and holding them underneath the hot metal, while up above, the great air conditioning grates did the same, and from each of the portals, armored soldiers poured inward. Various forms of weaponry from the armored group soon covered everyone; from small arms to those huge cannons that had done so much short work of me.

No! I heard myself scream inwardly. They were herding us here! I tried to act, to protect my sisters, but another of those huge machines stepped forward and ponderously swung outward at me. In my weakened state, I face caught the brunt of the blow and I was knocked backward and onto the floor, creating scrape marks against the steel paneling. All of us were forced into a relatively open area, away from computer core, but within a safe firing arch so that the soldiers could cover all of the gen-tanks scattered about the perimeter of the room where our sisters were incubating.

I could feel the fear in the room. Out of the corners of my eyes, and beyond the view of the cannon barrel pushed into my face, I saw many of the young girls, even superhuman as they were, holding onto one another in the sight of so many of the armored soldiers in their midst. And not just in armor, all of them were in those assault-powered armor suits.

Then there was some commotion, and my eyes lifted to one of the portals to see a great black, lumbering suit of armor walk in through the enlarged portal of the doorway, followed by two more just as equally armored troopers following that one.

“Room is secure Commander. Shall we start eliminating the host?” one of the smaller armors reported to the one that just walked in.

The elongated helmet of the huge black swiveled sideways until it looked at the soldier in his own armor, and simply remained that way. Then, finally:

“No. We shall do as the Grand Commander Alexander instructed me, Justin.” Came a slightly metallic voice through the comp plate at the front of the helmet. That Voice! It was… Justin!

My eyes shifted to Anya, only to see her breathing heavily at the sound of his voice. She shivered, and I saw the plates over her crotch and over her sizeable breasts swell. Then my sight shifted to the leathery flesh between the joints of her thighs and crotch became suddenly very moist. To the point where there were droplets sliding down her armored legs. Her hands slowly clasped to the hollow of her chest, beneath the ridges of either of her breasts while her eyes looked longingly at the armor, trying to see the pilot of the thing.

Justin tipped forward, settling in a wider stance in that huge armor of his while the other two red guards behind him shifted in stance as well to flank him. The dark visor of the long helmet first turned toward Sarah and Kera, Then to Anya, and then finally down to me. Then his eyes turned to one embankment of gen-tanks. Then lumbering almost lithely over to them, his huge gauntleted hand lowered and with one finger, keyed in a command before a blue fluid started cycling into the tank of one of the healing girls.

“No!” I hollered, and tried to rise, but a metal shot foot hauled down on my chest before I heard the clack-chack of a shell being loaded into the cannon in front of my face.

I looked on in horror as the blue fluid slowly mixed with the green. There was a brief moment as a tinkling sound entered my range of hearing before the liquid in the tube suddenly froze solid, ceasing the girl’s movements. Then he turned, and started pointing at some of the more developed young women around the room, and a soldier promptly hefted them to their feet, and pushed them forward until they stood on one of the platforms. Then one by one, each were fitted with mask and umbilical cables, before promptly placed in cryofreeze.

One by one, I saw each of my sisters lowered into their tanks, so that the freezing temperatures that had held them solid wouldn’t chill the entire chamber. Eventually, only a dozen of us were left, with Anya, her daughters and myself among them. In the tanks, only those who had been wounded remained unfrozen. Our great revolution was over I feared.

But with over thirty guards covering us, what could I do?

It seems fate had an answer for that. Behind the backs of all of them, the partially transformed young woman I had placed into the tanks last slowly opened her eyes.

She continued to float there, making no more movements other than to see what was going on before she closed her eyes again, and seemed to concentrate. The fluid around her began to glow very, very dimly. I began to wonder what she was attempting to do, and then I realized she was trying to transform, but there was no apparent way other than the glowing of the fluid in the tank. Then I realized that the fluid she was in was a nutrient bath of biomass. She was absorbing the materials around her… like I had with the schematics of that suit of armor. Then I realized what I could do with those schematics, and started replicating components within my body and moving them around, readying myself for when my fellow sister would finally finish her transformations and aid us.

My eyes narrowed while Justin looked over each of us, and I forced the final components into place and a pair of plates on my shoulders thickened, along with a series on my back, and the forearm guards on my arms. The only noticeable thing that arose was that a dark blue crystalline protrusion broke through the plates over my wrists, splitting the planes up and away to surround the crystal. That done, I hooked up more of the bio-circuitry, the only thing I could think of calling it, and tried to grow power cells and piezoelectric receptors, like those on an electric eel.

Right underneath their eyes, I had just become a walking weapon platform. My breathing quickened, as did my pulse already racing through my body, as I started to generate power enough to supply my new weapons.

Then, in her tank, the glowing ceased, and then there was a flushing motion as the fluid rushed into the young girl, suffusing with her body, and causing her to grow larger and larger until her full form filled the tank she was in. She must have grown to a good eight feet, inside of there, and she was still growing; her breasts swelling, her arms filling out into massive biceps and forearms, her inner thighs becoming corded with muscle. Then her skin started changing color, turning from their soft fleshy tones, to pink, to dark red, to black, and when her eyes opened they were a deep, deep red. Then her body strained, and a cracking motion spread like lightning through the shell of the tank before she broke away, all of the guards turning quickly to see what the noise was.

The young woman, now full figured, her powerful feminine body standing tall while she screamed a resounding “NO!” before she lowered her sight to the guards arrayed behind her. Within a second later, over thirty cannons were pointed her way, and one after another, they were fired at her.

But even as the first salvo was launched at her, the sound of Autogun fire breaking into the room, she leapt upward, and started the last phase of her metamorphosis. Her back swelled as she twisted and turned in mid air before two twin panels formed and then broke apart with a spray of sickly green fluids, splaying outward a series of three hornet like wings which then started to flap at a blinding speed. Her abdomen elongated, and armor plates almost seemed to slap upon her body out of nowhere, filling out her ample breasts and framing her supple femininity while scores of crystalline protrusions squeezed out of the chinks of her opal-like armor. The gem beneath her breasts began to glow a bright green, as did her wings, as their arch widened slightly with the wings lengthening. Finally, her chest lifted, her breasts widening while her forearms and feet elongated, and then finally, a small pair of double-fingered arms grew out of her rib cage and a two large and two smaller antennae extended from her forehead.

For a moment, this angel remained in midair, idly dodging shells before she swooped down, and from out of her forearms, a long blade snapped into the air as if by magic before she swooped into a pair of soldiers. They stopped firing, lowered their guns, and then slid off of their lower bodies on a seam just created by our Angel’s blades.

But as she swung back up, a Railgun shot clipped her in the middle of the back, shaking the fibers and thin plates of flesh from her wings while dislocating her arms. Angel fell to the ground, and fell heavily, managing to lift herself only on her newly grown pair of arms. She was giving out a low scream through clenched teeth I noticed, and as if that scream had been a battle cry, the rest of us moved into action.

The soldiers immediately retaliated, leveling boom cannons and small arms weaponry upon us, and many of us were felled to the ground before we were able to reach them and cut into their numbers.

These soldiers, I thought inwardly as I clenched my hand and compressed some muscles in my forearm guard. They’re too skilled. If not for our greater strength and numbers, this would be a slaughter. A beam of light lanced outward from my forearm guard, cutting open the armor before I hauled the soldier out and threw him idly away. While I was still perched on his armor, I swung my head around, and another beam weapon arched away from my forehead, the beam slicing through the greater cannon of one of the soldiers to keep him from firing it. But that didn’t do much, as he simply rotated the gun cluster and started firing his Autocanon.

Yes, they’ve been trained to kill, and they know their armor’s better than we know our new abilities, I thought to myself. But then, my eyes leveled on a sight, and I saw one of the soldiers who had caught the twins in a corner. The two were holding onto each other as the soldier slowly leveled the boom cannon downward, and I tried to fire another blast of energy, but could only manage a crackle about my forehead. Not enough energy! But even as energy crackled about the soldiers own weapon, I heard someone scream, a male’s voice, before Justin’s huge power armor lumbered forward, caught the barrel of the gun and quickly lifted it upward just as it fired.

The blast cut a hole in the ceiling, sending steel and concrete onto the huddling twins.

Justin then proceeded to crush the gun, and tear the unknowing soldier out of his armor with a single three-clawed hand that rent his armor’s steel hide as if it were aluminum. His fellow soldiers saw this, and I heard a few bouts of communication as they called him a traitor, and some took time to fire at him. Justin managed to bring his gauntlets up and guard the twins from the heavy fire of Autocanons, missiles and boom guns.

I leapt on one of the guards that were firing at him, thinking that I must help him for some reason. My own claws and close order weapons tore apart the first soldier’s gun before I opened his armor and gave a light stomach punch to the guard inside before hauling him out and throwing him to the girls behind me. What they did to him after that I did not care, and all I saw was three of them close around him.

Then I saw our Angel enter the fray again, her body mostly healed, and moving at such speeds that it was almost blinding. Her razor cut as easily through the armor as Justin’s claws had. But then I saw Anya, she doing more damage to the remaining soldiers then even I or even Angel did. Shortly, only we women were standing, with several of the men occupying the erotic attentions of the young women all around. But then I saw the huge powered armor that had been Justin, collapse downward, the huge head falling downward as all of its running lights deactivated.

The twins moved cautiously out from behind the wreck, their bodies still mostly covered by soft flesh even despite having been in a battle. That was the first thing to force transformations, instinct-using adrenaline to force other hormones and transformations. Why were they still like that?

Then I saw them look up at the great mass of punctured steel resting on all fours, riddled with holes and dents and punctures like a block of Swiss cheese. Anya Approached him cautiously, and from the corners of her eyes, I actually saw tears, shining a bright blue, trickle out of the corners of her eyes as she looked at the mass of steel with her children.

Then there was a snap and a hiss, and the chest region of the armor collapsed open, before a dozen or so smaller plates were slowly pushed out of the way by a pair of gloved hands. Then a figure was disemboweled outward from the inside, wearing a black jumpsuit and connected by the back of the neck by numerous cables. He remained there panting before he reached back and removed the cables from the back of his neck, and pushed off his helmet, and Justin’s face became quite evident in the light despite the shadows cast over his features by his tousled hair.

Anya ran to his side, and pulled him to her. The much smaller Justin, who had once stood head, shoulders and chest over Anya, was almost nothing more than a child to her greater mass. If it weren’t for her taking on her face again, he wouldn’t even have recognized her. Now he merely remained sitting on her lap, his face remained pressed within the ridges between her hard breasts while he wrapped his arms underneath hers. Anya had become so huge, that this man, once a behemoth of a being, would have been able to practically hold her fully around the waist with one hand. Now it was Anya’s turn to do that.

The twins came close to them and sitting down, Justin took held the chins of his ‘daughters’ in either of his hands and smiled.

26

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anya return to her human form, though her body was still much, much larger than, Justin’s, and she still had flecks of her armor here and there; at her temples, between her shoulders and breasts, and outer thighs. She pushed him to the floor, arched her back, and proceeded to take him out of his bodysuit. Then I saw her roll her hips and settle down on his lap, the object of his manhood sliding between her thighs to do its magic on her body.

How I wished at that moment to do that to Alex.

I shook my head, clearing it of the erotic images that began to rise up in my consciousness, brought on by the miracle that was the Minerva formula. I returned my attention to the tanks, as one by one, I extracted each of our fellow sisters from the recesses of their icy prison. Each one collapsed into the arms of one or two other women, and was then cuddled and warmed with body-to-body contact. The sounds around me abounded, and with my enhanced hearing, I heard every conversation, every little shivering sound, and the soft sighs Anya was making while riding Justin’s jock.

Over those soft sighs as she was sexed up, her womanhood no doubt leaking those sticky fluids that came on when we became aroused all over her new mate, I heard a conversation rise between them.

“Why did I always spurn you Justin?” Anya was asking in a whisper, and from the corner of my eye, I saw her hands slide down Justin’s stomach before tickling the spot where they were both joined. “I should have given in to your advances a long time ago.”

“Is that the Formula talking, or do you really mean it this time, my love?” he began massaging her breast, kissing her sternum and touching it with his tongue while he nuzzled her bosom.

“Me. Now and forever me. The Minerva unlocked all those desires I had ever wanted, and now I’m taking the last of those desires… now.”

Justin’s head tilted backward, his eyes narrowing as Anya did something inside of her body that affected the throbbing mass of flesh there. Anya then closed her own eyes and arched her back, her full and rounded breasts heaving as she started gasping openly through her mouth. Milk started leaking from her erect nipples, splattering down against Justin’s chest as her thighs spread and she sank deeper onto him. Then she pushed him to the floor, and brushing her hair away from her eyes, she smiled, and bent over herself enough so that she could kiss Alex.

I continued to listen to those sounds they made in the darkness, trying to avoid sight with them even as I pulled out the last of our captured sisters, which put the two lovers directly in my line of sight. But as I lowered her into the arms of a pair of awaiting women to take her and warm her, a pair of new sounds arose into my range of hearing, so loud that everyone actually turned to look in the direction the sounds were being made.

There, off to one side were the twins.

One corner of my mouth quirked upward in question as I wondered what it was they were doing, and I stood there dumbfound as they sighed and moaned as if they were in the throes of lovemaking. There movements were graceful and delicate as they came ever closer to one another, and across their relatively undeveloped bodies as the rest of us were concerned, their flesh started to ripple and churn with the transformation. Soon they were one in front of the other, one sister holding tight onto the front of the other, one arm across her breasts, the other just below, while all over those lush bodies they possessed, veins were starting to flesh out and pulsate.

The folds of skin between their thighs throbbed and quivered with the racing of their hearts, while more circled about the sides of their heads and necks, across their chests and around their nipples, down the insides of their thighs and arms, and all across their upper backs.

Anya and Justin, now forgetting about their lovemaking, looked upon their daughters in anticipation and worry, wondering what was about to metamorphose from their two daughters. But what really did transpire from that was a surprise to us all.

Sarah bent over herself, lowering herself to her hands and knees while her back arched and her hips rolled slightly, pushing her bottom upward into the air while Kera’s delicate hands remained upon her sisters wide angling hips. Then from between Kera’s thighs, the plates opened upward, revealing the soft folds of her fleshy crotch, which seemed to have thickened greatly. Then I saw something swell and push outward into the air, a tiny nib that drew erect from between her legs as the three plates that had opened there spread outward and thickened. From Sarah, the plate that had once hidden her womanhood lowered down and away, and yet another nip pushed outward from between her legs. Then with Kera pushing her lower abdomen forward into her sister, the two nips jutting out from their vaginal folds extended a plethora of tiny tendrils that laced around each other and pulled the two nibs tight one to the other. Then to my ears, a deep throbbing sound, like the sound of a heart beat, sounded from somewhere inside the twins, and those two nibs thickened and pulsated before they pulled the two sisters tight.

Conjoined as they were, Kera arched her own back to let her body rest solidly against her sister’s rear, her arms lifting and stretching into the air, and then back down to cup her ample breasts as she sighed and gasped with her twin. Then the two were slowly pulled tight against one another, and Kera’s vaginal plates folded upward over the connection, while Sarah’s folded over; the smaller plates forming locks and latches. I took a momentary step forward, looking at this spectacle, and then chanced a quick look to Justin and Anya, seeing them practically holding each other back in their naked forms from rushing to their daughters’ sides. The other women around us, either trying to warm their fellow sisters, or just standing where they were in awe, all wore looks of stunned amazement.

Then drawing my eyes back, I saw Kera as her hand energetically massaged her titanic breasts before a sickly sound of something wet being broken. A moment later, a seam broke down her ribs and chest, and tightening her fingers into her flesh, she pulled her chest open, revealing a thick armored center lined by dozens of long and sharp spikes that quickly pushed outward. Her breasts, each attached to a mass of carapace, muscle, bone and bio-steel, spread far apart and then down to the sides of the two girls, while Kera continued to push her abdomen rhythmically against her sister.

Sarah too responded, and bending her head downward, her long luxurious hair draping about her face, her back swelled and then burst open on an upside down W series of seams at the peak of her back. Four plates lifted into the air and quickly extended and reformed into a mass of smaller plates to reveal a portion of her spine and some form of node at the peak of her back. It was then that Kera descended upon her sister, placing her hands just behind her shoulder while a thick rod snapped out of her chest and extended into that node, again conjoining the two. Kera then lay down against her sister’s back, the plates descending down over her back to seal her about her sister, while at the same time, the twin plates holding Kera’s breasts folded upward and attached to Sarah just beneath her original pair. After that, all of those rib bones of Kera’s elongated and folded over one another to armor the two sister’s sides.

Great Maker, I thought. They weren’t just transforming… they were Merging! I looked at this with pure amazement and mixed incredulity, pushing one of my hands deep into my chest, feeling my own breasts slide away against the pressure.

It was then that the two spoke with one voice, hollering out the pleasure of transformation as Sarah finally knelt up, her body beginning to grow with added muscle, her skin darkening as her flesh started to take on the aspects of stronger armor. Against her back, Kera also did the same, her form swelling and changing in color while she continued to hug her sister. But then I saw a ridge meld into her face, splitting and resplitting like the branches of a tree before her beautiful features snapped open on the seams; jaw breaking open at the chin, cheeks cleaving, eyes swinging away as they closed. Against the back of Sarah’s head, plates lifted, pushing away her hair before Kera descended upon her, and their features quickly melded with the crunching and snap of chitin moving against each other.

Kera’s eyes attached above and just behind Sarah’s, while her jaw formed a pair of mandibles against the side of her twin’s cheeks. Those mandibles quickly lengthened the four incisors on top and on bottom lengthening like sabers, while the molars melded with the outer plate. Sarah continued to kneel up, the plat between her legs continuing to throb as it thickened in mass, gaining a bright gem to illuminate her still bare, unarmored abdomen. Her shared breasts seemed to press upward into one plate, or rather, a pair of two plates over the other as she rose to her feet, Kera’s legs and arms still wrapping around her. A mane of hair brushed away from her head, before her forehead split, revealing a bright green gem before the split widened, and a long hooking horn pulled away from her flesh, dragging bio matter and ichor along with it. Her own face then transformed, her lips pulling backward to reveal sharp jagged teeth, before her lower jaw unhinged and dropped open, and with the power of two voices, she screamed with yet another wave of pleasure.

A pair of breathing tubes erupted outward of her neck where the two had melded together. Kera, finally opening her arms away from her sister, opened her hands to show a neat web between each finger, while her sister seemed to flex, and thicken her body with each burst of movement. As Kera’s arms lengthened, becoming twice and then three times again their original size, continuing to grow until she was the one who was holding up their shared body, her legs began to become riddled with plates. Then those plates quickly burst open and merged like thick armor to add even greater mass to her sister’s legs. The jaws and mandibles then all merged together, folding one over the other as Sarah’s great feet elongated, and then thickened and reshaped and thickened again into a pair of two-toed boots that pressed tightly against the ground.

The mass of flesh and armor that had been Kera rippled down the length of her back, extending a tail riddled with plates and spikes and hooking razors, ending in a bulging mass at its end. Her arms continued to lengthen, her slender bicep lengthening many times over, dragging a thin plane of leather stripped with veins from wrist to shoulder. Then her fingers began to elongate, and a bone started to jut from her elbow, pulling with it yet another plane of leather to form into a pair of leathery bat-like wings. Sarah grew a pair of antennae, and then four more horns, two long, two short, before the final stages of their transformation completed in a spectacular burst of growth. From nowhere plates pushed out of their flesh and multiplied away from each other, before crystal nodes and more growths, all about the joined body just simply pushed outward. The final change was the addition of a pair of smaller, double fingered and spindly arms that grew out of where Sarah’s ribs might have been.

Finally, there was a final shudder, and a moment where the conjoined twins merely remained crouched over. Then the massive body that they had become uncurled, her back arching and pushing four, supple and full breasts into the air, as all four mandibles and hinged jaw opened and she screamed with one last cry of sensual delight. To everyone, including myself as we all took one or two steps back; that scream coming from the waddle like throat came from the power of two beautiful voices, sounding like whale song within my sensitive ears. But then that voice dropped several levels into a deep vibrato and became a titanic roar, so loud that many of us were forced to cover our ears. Then she tumbled forward and struck the ground with so much force, that a tremor through the boards knocked many of us off our feet. Somehow, I managed to keep mine.

This new body, which must’ve been nearly twenty feet, clawed against the steel flooring with one hand as she finally settled to the ground, still twitching with the remnants of a shared pleasure. For a time we all just stood there, and then Justin and Anya both ran to her, Anya kneeling by the great maned head of the twins.

After a moment of trepidation, I too hurried to their side.

The amalgam opened up her four eyes as she looked up at her mother and one of her many fathers, smiled and then closed her eyes again. She was just so huge! She was even bigger than I was, and I was the most advanced of all the women here. Anya’s lips parted as she folded her daughters’ – daughter’s – head onto her lap, before she started chewing upon her lower lip. Lifting her head to me, she sent me the most worried of looks, as if trying to say ‘what have we all done?’ I shook my head, and looked at this behemoth of a creature that was now with us as she continued to twitch and convulse with orgasmic might. The final touch to this was when Justin placed his strong hand onto Anya’s bare, rounded shoulder.

27

Amy, as we started to call her, short for Amalgam, crouched on all fours, her four eyes watching everything around her as Anya and I worked on the computer core, trying to repair it so that we could study the formulae in our blood more in depth. Anya was working most fervently, occasionally chancing a look at her one daughter now, and wishing to know what had happened.

“I think I have the power on now.” Justin called down from where he was being held up by a couple of the younger women so that he could work on an access panel higher up on the computer core’s column. “The access from the central computer is cut, so hack away to your heart’s desire, love.”

As they lowered him down, Anya and I, Working as a binary pair, started accessing the computer files.

Anya had again resumed her enhanced form, maybe displaying a little more flesh for Justin’s delight, but she worked just as quickly as she always had been able to do. Soon both them any two-dimensional and three-dimensional displays were activated about us, and access to the biological files for this portion of The Lair was activated.

“Enter in the protocol, Anya.” I said and started a search algorithm. “I’ll find out where the others are.”

Anya merely gave a curt nod and started entering the information we had gathered so far, and then added a new sample of her own, Amy’s blood and mine. My process was executed quickly; the internal sensors of The Lair were still active despite all the fighting we had been doing in here. The greatest collection of our fellow sisters was right here were we were standing, but there were sporadic places where everyone had briefly sought sanctuary and rest to heal. I smirked at how the computer was listing us as a hostile, unidentified entity, but thankfully it also displayed the transponder and locator beacons for all the mechanized units piloted by the soldiers, and locations where there were fights going on. I bit my lower lip on the last of these two.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anya take a step back, and gasp at what the computer was relaying back.

“Anya, what’s wrong?” I asked, turning to her, and then craning my neck to see the display.

She pointed at one particular display, a three-dimensional one, and I felt my eyes go wide at what it was showing. It was a biorhythm of Amy. The first difference was her DNA strings, where there should have only been two chains held in a double helix, hers had a quadruple helix! Then there was the blood sample, which was now a perfect mixture of nanomachine and bio-mater, having become many times more complex than a common blood cell should have been. It was almost like a retrovirus. But the greatest shock was that the computer was listing her as ‘A constantly mutating subject with an unknown potential.’ A final sub section was showing what – if the transformation continued as they were, as of what she would look like at its end, and what it had already gained was remarkable.

“Great, maker” I breathed, and switched the display to Anya’s and then my own biorhythms. We were becoming creatures of unimaginable might, so much even that the computer was classifying us as a class five biological threat, even greater than the Ebola virus! “This is what we’ve become?” I asked, looking at the display, not knowing what was happening to me, and all of a sudden, I felt ill.

Justin, finally able to touch ground once the maiden who had been holding him up had put him down, walked over to us and viewed the display right along side Anya.

“Amazing! Simply amazing. And you say that the Minerva formula did that?”

I merely nodded. It was the truth. A part of the Minerva is doing this, but now it was in our systems, and every woman here had it in them. But then choking down my apprehension, and turning to the gathered assemblage of women, I squared my great armored shoulders, and folding one pair of arms beneath my heaving breasts, and the other pair on my hips, I took to addressing the entire group.

“Fellow maidens, its time we take back our freedom!”

28

We had finally broken through to the men’s quarters of this vast underground complex, and I had yet to see a map of this place. Not even Justin had seen a map of the Lair, and his access to any other areas was severely limited despite his rank. Only a few soldiers were ever allowed into some of the more restricted areas of the complex, let alone into the women’s quarters.

Now Amy, a short squad and myself were in a cavernous storage room, fighting against another contingent of soldiers in that black armor, and one officer in his own titanic suit. As we had taken to doing, Amy was the first forward, and though slow as she was; her armor deflected or absorbed the impacts from most of their weaponry. She even seemed to be generating an electromagnetic field much like my own. Once she got into hand to hand with the opposing commander, that was when the rest of us entered the fray; leaping quickly over huge storage cases, and engaging the soldiers as quickly as we could.

My continuously mutating body had become even larger and more diverse, and I reflected briefly on this as I viewed my first target behind the bright green visors that covered my eyes like the eyes of some insect. My upper body was more barrel-like, and my four breasts, titanic, and filled with their juicy, life giving fluid, heaved as my feet pounded heavily against the broad deck plates. My elongated neck stretched, my massive back arching while I leapt forward, clenched up into a ball and then struck with the end of my foot, forcing the solider to the ground. As Agile as a serpent and a cat combined, I landed, scooped up the soldier and slammed him against the nearest hard object that I could as hard as I could.

Behind him, his backpack, flight pack and weapons array shattered underneath the force, and a crack opened up in his chest. My secondary arms lifted without hesitation to tear the suit open and then wrench the soldier out into the fresh air. My layered plates upon my cheeks flayed as the breathing tubes actuated irritably as the soldier’s face lit up in fear before I lifted him into the air with one hand and threw him gently to the ground.

Last time I used my full strength, the guard exploded with the impact like an over ripe watermelon. And still I was growing stronger.

It took time, but the soldiers were overcome, and after several of the young women had their share of raping them, like they had done to us, being ever so cruel to those who they recognized. These sexual acts had become increasingly more profound, as the girls and elder women’s abilities continued to enhance themselves. So much so that I had to turn my head to avoid feeling the full effects of the Minerva formula in my body, which I was saving for Alexander when I finally found him. But nonetheless, I felt my heart quicken to a patter and my chest heave with my breathing as I listened to the calls of pleasure, the dull moans, and the cries of elation as their sensual peaks rose with the force of the rods of flesh pressed between their armored thighs.

Thinking of Alex, my hands slowly clasped over my armored crotch as I felt the folds of skin beneath it begin to throb, and then crossed my second pair of arms over myself as my nipples began to swell underneath their plates. My eyes closed, and I simply listened, and I forced the thoughts of riding Alex’s lap, even as my nipples, erect and full, began to leak milk underneath their cover plates; the milk seeping through the cracks in those plates.

And then…

“Matriarch.” I heard someone say, and my eyes opened and I turned slightly to see angel standing before me.

Her body now glittered like opal, gleaming with some unknown light as if she were part energy. Her wings, now much fuller, were all folded neatly against her back as she approached with her faceplates in place over her visage. She truly had become and angel, I heard myself thinking, not removing my hands so that she couldn’t see the fluids leaking from me. Her face was as beautiful as a goddess’, when she wasn’t wearing her face plates that is, and she seemed to have gone beyond the point of needing sexual fulfillment every time we conquered another group.

Matriarch is what they had taken to calling me, because I was the first to partake of the drug. The pure form of it, and not diluted through the milk of our breasts.

“Yes?” I asked, composing myself and steadying the tremble of elation in my voice.

“We…” she paused and took a quick breath before beginning again. “We found something you should see.”

Nodding, I followed after her, licking my clawed fingers free of the silken moisture there, feeling reenergized, stronger, and fuller from the taste of it. Again, my nipples clenched as tight as bound springs. But I forced myself not to revel in it, and simply followed my guide until she came to where another pair of our sisters waited. But as we neared, one of them lifted her now three-fingered hand – the inner most three having fused and lengthened into a bony claw – and depressed a panel against the wall nearest her. There was a hiss and a click, before the wall lifted, and there was a brief burst of air that swirled about my legs before some force field activated and stopped it. Then I felt my pupils dilate as my eyes widened with astonishment, and I stepped forward to get a better look.

When Alexander had said we were in an underground complex, I had never dreamed that it was so vast. It was like the inside of the Death Star in here! There was a vast chamber, and I do mean vast! It would have had to have the space of twelve football stadiums placed one over the other to even come close to the space that surrounded what must have been a series of round spheres at its center; where we were now positioned. If the size of this place was right, then The Lair should be able to hold Millions. What was worse was that there were four other spheres, just like this one, close to us. This meant that there must be thousands of women who had been captured to serve as playthings to these people.

I was filled with anger. I was filled with despair.

This all seemed so hopeless. Our only real hope was to make it to each of those other spheres, and perhaps let the women there taste of the nectar of the Minerva formula. That would at least be several legions, but the women here were growing hungry, and ever weaker from having to face so many trained and heavily armed soldiers.

My hand lifted to clasp against the window’s frame, my fingers spreading against the force field to feel the silken touch of packed electrons beneath them.

“What’ll we do, matriarch?” the one who had come to get me asked, her bright eyes fixing me with a worried glance.

“Nothing, for now.” I replied immediately, giving the only answer, I could until I had time to gather my thoughts before telling them anything. “Get our sisters off those soldiers, and try to formulate how to fly. Angel, you of course have already achieved this, so anything you can supply will be helpful.”

“Yes Matriarch” she said with a curt nod of understanding.

“And the rest of you join her. I need to think.”

They all acknowledged me in some way or another, a nod, a meeting of the eye or something or other, but they all left me alone. Once they were gone, I collapsed to the floor, folding my legs beneath me while I looked out into the almost unbelievable grandeur that this secret society had somehow created.

29

My armored form, decorated in hot red scales, tipped with black I many places, with a pearl white belly, made me the essence of power, but compared to this…

My eyes again turned to look out over the vast cavern of technological might, watching as military flyers buzzed by along the wall of the cavern so far away. My teeth began to chew upon the fleshy part of my lower lip before I lightly pushed my hands into my crotch, settling my wit upon my hips and hunching my shoulders while looking down, trying to formulate several things at once.

In my head, the computer that I had created started to add its capabilities to my brain, and I began to see readouts and mathematical schematics run quickly across my vision. My mind created algorithms and programs that built upon other algorithms and programs, until I saw endless amounts of data streaming before my face. In no time, I had an entire operating system running in my head.

>>Artificial intelligence on line…

>>Initiating neural interface….

>>Greetings User Diyana, how may I serve you?

I didn’t even realize what I had done until I had done it. But there it was, an Artificial Intelligence riding side by side by my own persona. I could feel the micro vesicles connecting to my cerebellum, an almost dull throbbing in the back of my head, resting underneath the heavy plates that even now framed my face. Blood pumped through it, feeding it like a simbiant connected to my body. Already it was feeding even further through my body, creating more connections to every imaginable part of my body. It was like I became a network!

‘Uhm…. List my current capabilities…’ I commanded mentally, licking my lips physically while feeling it rendering itself into my body.

>>Total specifications cannot be met at this time. AI is still negotiating with host, however current specifications currently rendered include integrated biological computer with full-simulated software compliment, supernatural strength level, super human intelligence level, super human dexterity level. Still compiling list of special biomechanical abilities. Time to complete, one hour, twelve minutes, thirty-three seconds at current bio-comp level.

>>Access time may be reduced depending upon speed of bio comp evolution.

The bio-comp then displayed a time elapse array of how far it had evolved, its nerve connections joining with my nervous system. The further it went along, the more and more I became amazed as abilities that I wasn’t even aware of were assessed and displayed.

I knew of my capability to spontaneously evolve, but I didn’t know that my body instinctively adapted due to required needs. My amazement grew when I learned that I had as much energy equivalent to a tactical nuke inside of me, just waiting to be utilized. Such a thing explained how Angel was able to go into her hyperactive mode, and how Amy – Amalgam – was able to achieve her merged form. There were so many capabilities to this, I thought to myself, passing my clawed hands over my swollen rib cage, pressing the matted plates over the masses of flesh that were my breasts beneath.

I felt odd, and as I began t wonder about my full capabilities, I began to become aware of a strange humming noise that had started somewhere in the depths of m hearing capabilities, and was slowly climbing into a high-pitched wine. By the time that I had reasoned that it was actually turbines, a mass of black and red steel and metal rose up into view, and then straight behind it, two more, but these trimmed in blue instead of red.

Instinctively, I tried to crawl backward from the visage that was before me, for they all seemed even more imposing than Amy was. Each was the pure definition of a mecha – nine feet tall – and in one hand a full body shield, and in the other, a rail gun that crackled and snapped with raw power. Then while I sat there, the nearest one to me twisted in mid air, suspended there by his jetpack, swinging his shield backward while leveling the powerful cannon toward me. Then the robot like head seemed to flex, portions sliding open as the optics cluster retracted slightly and started glowing red. At the end of the rail gun, the priming charge slowly became brighter while a high-pitched whine started to rise in pitch.

My eyes going wide, I tried to dodge the incoming blast, somersaulting backward to my feet before trying to get out of the room. But then the weapon fired, and a beam of green-white lightning lanced from the barrel and started swinging my way. Though I was successful in avoiding the deadly hot beam, it sliced through a power conduit, and within a second later, it exploded; the concussion throwing me from my place where I was trying to dodge in mid air and pushed me out into the open air of the cavern.

Time seemed to slow and stop as I tumbled backward, and for an instant, I saw everything around me. I saw the mech’s head as it followed me, saw the explosion as it slowly billowed outward, and then for a brief instant, everything stopped. I seemed to hang there forever until motion started again, and I tumbled backward.

>>Critical prioritax! Impact imminent, in sixty-three point twelve seconds. Mark.

Damn, I thought as the floor very quickly filled my vision as I hurtled down toward it. Gotta fly… Need wings!

I closed my eyes, and curled up into a ball and concentrated, trying to get myself to change. Trying to force evolution. But before, all of it had been on instinct. This is the first time I actually wanted it to happen. I tried to focus, opened my eyes for a brief peak, and then closed them as soon as I saw the floor rushing up to me again and tried harder. Beneath my four pack of breasts, I felt a dull thud hammer once within my chest, like an engine backfiring, before my hearts began pounding powerfully within my rib cage in unison. At first it was a subtle single pump between breathes, which even now was coming out of me in quick gasps, but then they started to pulsate faster and faster. My veins quickly became saturated with hormones and stimulants, and again I began to feel my physical elation rise.

Between my legs, that phantom was there again, like the first time I had transformed, and I opened my body from its fetal position before I felt that tremble underneath plates over my crotch, a tremor that sent a tremble through my body, and forced my nipples to harden. Then came the feeling of change, all the while that phantom pumped more of his power into my body through the gateway between my legs, ejecting into my pelvis with the force of a gunshot, and then quickly climbing up my ribcage to center in my sternum.

Then against my back, at where my shoulder blades rode underneath layer upon layer of flesh and bone and chitinous plates, my back seemed to compress together at the points over my spine revealing two new growths that quickly swelled into a pair of quivering mounds. Those hardened after only a few brief seconds before a split opened up to reveal a pair of bony spikes, those quivering with my elation.

>>Impact imminent host Diyana. Forty-five seconds to impact.

The Phantom thrusted itself again into my abdomen, and a burst of sticky fluids leaked out of the seams covering my crotch and ran down my legs as my primary arms lifted up and away to splay into the wind like the wings of an eagle. My smaller arms lifted to my chest, slipping beneath two of the plates covering my breasts to feel the soft silken warmth of my milk that was creating a sticky film between my breasts and the plates that covered them. Beneath my three fingered hands, my nipples swelled, pressing against the inside of the felt like plates covering them.

>>Impact in thirty Seconds.

Against my chest and forehead, clusters of bright green crystals started to glow as energy rose within me, and the growths at my back started to pulsate again, like some giant sphincter, steadily pushing the spikes outward, forcing them to grow in stages. They pushed out, thickened, solidified, broke open and expelled another hook, like the growing stems of some plant.

>>Impact in ten seconds.

A final extension formed then, pushing the furthest from my back than all the other joints before it. At the same time, at the center of my back, the bulging mass that had formed when my back had compressed, split open; spreading a set of overlapping slats, three right over each other, and a pair of the three right beside each other. At the top of my back, that bulbous protrusion pushed outward, revealing another crystal that started to glow even before it saw open air. The energy inside of me started to build up and be directed toward my back, empowering the transformation that was happening there.

>>Impact in five seconds.

I opened my eyes, seeing the ground all to close to me just as the final extension spread open and a high-pitched whine came to my ears. Arching forward to fall straight down, twin blasts of super hot air broke away through the slats against my back as my new wings continued to open, quickly slowing my decent while warping the deck plates beneath me; my feet never touching ground.

Then my head lifted as each of the four fingers of my wings spread, drawing a film crystal while another pair of slat pulled away from the fingers and arched downward, like an upside down wing of a fairy. The energy flowed down my wings, filling them with their power as the phantom withdrew from me; the object of his affection sliding slowly from my crotch, but still leaving me wet all over. My lips pressed together; my facemask folding over my features before my wings down beat once, and I shot back up at speeds I did not think possible.

Above me, I saw fighting, the three blasting away at everything before them. As I ascended, a boom breaking the air behind me as I accelerated, I saw a shape fall, and altered my path so that I could catch it sideways. Angel fell into my arms, panting hard, with a huge charred black spot marring her chest. Already it was beginning to heal. As I looked down at her, she opened her eyes, and I could tell that she was smiling underneath the facemask that hid her features. Then lifting my head, I continued upward in due earnest; the turbo jets at my back intensifying while my wings folded straight down behind me like a long, multi-colored cape.

Drawing my balled fist backward, I then climbed up and into one of the mechs, the curled ball of my now four fingered hand lancing upward into the mech’s head. A few stray particles of steel and chipped away, but the thing merely lowered its head into place again and focused its red eye upon me.

That was the leader I saw, as I came to hover in mid air, my great gossamer wings weaving about me like I was treading water, while clutched in three of my arms was the nearly unconscious angel. The mech focused its eye on me for a moment, tilting its head to one side before a series of fins rose upon one side of its head and the lens cover that protected the eye narrowed a bit. Then it swung its massive gun to its side and fired, and I saw a moment too late to stop him that his target was a gathering of my fellow maidens huddling together in a corner of the blasted area of the alcove.

“NO!”

I screamed as the blossoming power of the weapon exploded like a micro-nuke, the shock wave flowing effortlessly around the mechs while I was forced to raise my free hand to protect myself from the bright light, and was pushed a meter or two out of the way.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the leader was leveling his gun toward angel and I, and I could feel the hatred within my, pumping through my veins while I clutched my new friend to me, preparing myself to protect her with my body. But the gun changed then, the barrel shortening and shifting out of the way while a shorter one was lifted and spun into place.

“You are an enemy of the trinity.” Came the amplified, metallic voice of the pilot in the lead suit. The barrel of his gun beginning to shine with a red priming charge this time instead of the previous brilliant white. “Surrender, yourself, and submit to our rule unconditionally, otherwise I shall be forced to destroy you.”

Several bays opened up on each of the mech’s bodies, revealing missile warheads and high-energy beam emitters, while looking down, I saw a series of bright red dots align themselves at the center of my breastplates where they all came together. I guess… upon a weak spot.

‘Tactical analysis.’ I thought, activating my biocomp.

>>According to the limited database I have available, those are one mark and two ten series Mechanized Armored Defense and Destroy, or M.A.D.D., units. Probabilities of success… point zero-five percent.

I bit my lip underneath my mask, trying to keep it from trembling at seeing this display before me. I had failed my sisters; I had failed in the attempt at freeing us. I held Angel close to me, this time with all my arms, still forcing my wings to down beat and keep me aloft with the aid of the turbo jets at my back. I can’t let this happen, I thought to myself. Closing my eyes, I hugged Angel to me, hearing a slight groan from her before I lifted my vision back to the three soldiers in their mecha.

>>Correction, probability of success now five percent.

My eyes widened slightly when I heard that echo within my mind. ‘Explain.’ I asked my biocomp, not bothering to keep the urgency out of my voice.

>>Compilation of host systems is nearing completion. New data is being supplied that would alter the outcome of present event.

>>…Current probability of success is now eight-percent… fifteen-point-two percent.

‘List current capabilities.’

The Heads up display arrayed instantly before my eyes, being displayed directly onto my cornea, allowing me to see a constantly updating list of abilities. Another display lifted in the corner of my vision, showing the raising probability of me actually surviving a direct confrontation. A slow grin crossed my face, and against my bodice, I began to feel Angel awakening, and with the realization of that, my success probability jumped quickly to thirty-six-point, nine percent.

There, however, it stopped.

>>Negotiating with new host.

What? I didn’t realize I had initiated that command, until I realized that I really did want to talk to Angel. But it had been just a thought in the back of my mind.

>>Host contacted… waiting for host to upgrade… connected.

‘Angel.’ I thought, and those thoughts were somehow relayed to my fellow sister. ‘Angel, can you hear me?’

‘Y-yes… I can here you. Diyana? I can hear you in my head… how is that possible?’

‘Through the use of something you have not yet achieved, but thankfully you were able to create a communications node somewhere on your body so that you can hear me. Now listen to me, do you think you can fly?’

‘Y-yes. I think yes. Head is still swimming from that last blast they clipped me with. Thank you for catching me Diyana, but, what happened to the others?’

‘I, I think they are all dead.’ I forced my heart to calm, and not to show too much emotion. ‘They let loose a barrage that registered on atomic levels. It would be difficult for anything to survive through that… even me. We must break for it Angel. We don’t have any hope of matching for those things. They’ve got us outnumbered, outgunned, and out classed. We might be able to make a break for it, but our chances are slim.’

“Do you understand the terms?” the leader called out then, leveling his weapon so that it would catch Angel in the square of the back. “I will not repeat myself again. Do you surrender?”

‘BREAK FOR IT!!’ I screamed through my mind, and activated the Electromagnetic shielding I had developed on my own before Biocomp developed at the base of my skull.

I threw angel away from me, kicking in my turbojets as strongly as I could push them, feeling the flow of energy through me to fuel them as I beat my great wings against the air. There was a flash of light out of the corner of my eye as Angel’s own faerie wings fluttered blindingly against her back, and we both rocketed off in separate directions.

My wings spread out as far as they could, and I could feel my chest expanding and contracting rapidly, all four of my lung cavities filling to capacity to help process the energy to go so fast. But then I heard the thrashing crush through the air of a sonic boom before I felt a power-assisted metal gauntlet break into the small of my back, just above the base of my tail. My back arched as the weight of perhaps several tons of power enhanced systemry and metal and gears was leveraged into the small of my spine with the force of a sonic boom.

Rolling out from under the blow, my jets fanned outward and swiveled against my back to turn me so that I faced the soldier in his mechanized armor, and I looked down with horror when I saw that it was the leader who had attacked me. The other two must have been sent after Angel. But then he lifted that gun of his, compressed as it was, still with a priming charge at its end. My eyes widening with fear, I lifted up and the backward before descending with the full force of my jets, just before the beam cut through the emptied air where I was.

Leveling off, I tried to loose him around the thickness of the main supporting column of this vast chamber, the one that held up the clustered spheres where the harems remained. But with that telltale crash and boom of sonic power, that mech was right after me, his gun slicing through the opened air around me as quickly as he could pull the trigger.

Then there was a flash of light, and I felt the beam hit my shielding, a moment before it tore right through it as if it weren’t there. Then that lightning-hot beam pierced through my back, cutting through me almost as effortlessly as it did through my shield, ripping through chitin and bone to explode my breast as it erupted from the other side.

I screamed in pain, the forward sections of my face mask splicing open to reveal my now inhuman face that had formed behind the mask, mandibles opening and a bush of razor sharp teeth revealing themselves to the open air. It was then that I crashed headlong into the support pillar, half unconscious from pain and barely managing to get my good hand into the steel while I skidded downward to the base; dragging a smear of blood and green ichor as I went.

At the floor, I practically crumpled to the ground, my right wing and stabilizer wing folding into themselves while my other remained splayed lame outward to my side while my damaged arm hung lifeless at my side. A sickly black pulsating mass could be seen where a hole was still filling up, my body rapidly trying to heal itself up under the direction of my biocomp.

Lowering my secondary arms to the floor between my legs, I supported my weight while my free hand moved to hold my damaged arm close to my side. Uselessly holding back sounds of pain, with little grunts and groans as my body painfully reassembled itself, I began to taste blood in my mouth, a moment before my facemask opened on reflex and I spat up several ounces of it. Then as I lifted my head, I heard the sound of whining turbines a moment before that mecha landed several meters in front of me on the other side of a small gorge or crevice about a meter wide in the super structure I was now kneeling on. At his back, all of the stabilizer pylons, wing flaps and engines folded close to the mech’s body while he leveled his beam weapon at me again.

“That… was stupid.” Came his voice amplified voice, and from his weapon, a priming charge awakened upon the end of its barrel. “Tha’s the problem with the female gender. They’re too muddle-headed and too stupid to ever entertain any intelligent thought in your minds. I gave you a chance to live, and now you’ve forced my hand.”

The gun focused upon me, and looking down to the still opened wound of my body armor, I saw a targeting laser pinpoint itself there.

“Now, prepare to die, bitch!”

I continued to stare at him, panting heavily while within my ears, I heard the piercing cry of his weapon as the charge built up into full strength. For a moment, I simply stared at him, waiting for the inevitable to take me, and end this wretched life. But then I noticed a shifting of light a moment before the soldier did as well, and almost at the same time, we both looked up. A mass of something fell from the sky to crash onto the mechanized soldier, crushing the mech’s body and the pilot inside underneath its mass; something akin to an elephant landing on a cat.

I was thrust to my back painfully, half from the several bounces I experienced as the shock wave rippled through both the air and the ground, and also from the wound that had fragmented my bone structure and was pinching nerves. Then once I was able to lift myself again, I practically started crying when I saw Amy – Amalgam – turn her titanic head toward me and focus me with those four huge eyes.

Then she shuffled off of the soldier on all fours, dragging her immense tail behind her to leave a mass of metal gears, scrap metal, lubricants and blood which was bubbling in from between the cracks.

“Are you okay Diyana?” she asked, having the musical sound of both of the twins voices combined into one.

She cocked her massive horned head to one side, and reaching out, picked me up in her titanic arms and cradled me gently.

“We need to get you somewhere safe, Matriarch. Our hope depends upon you and mother. The others will take care of the other guards.”

“But…” I manage through a mouth full of saliva and blood.

“No, don’t talk matriarch. Questions later.”

Then Amy lifted her great head, and from her back, I heard a crunch and grind as if someone had jut stepped on a thousand cockroaches at once, a short while before a pair of massive, beetle-like plates rose ponderously away from her back. Then from underneath those hardened sheathes rose six separate pylons, spreading in every direction, and then extending to three times her width. Amy then rose to a standing position, wrapping me within my wings as if I was a little baby in swaddling clothes to her as those wings rapidly began to flutter against her back, beginning to shine with the light of a star. Then with a gentle push off into the air, her wings fluttering rhythmically like a humming bird’s, we slowly lifted off into the air with the speed of a Seven Forty-seven as it would ascend into the sky.

With the slow ascent to the cluster of gigantic spheres that housed the women’s quarters, the pair of Amy’s arms that held me hoisted me closer to her bosom, while her free pair lifted to pull the plates open slightly. Then my head was pushed into the opened partition, my body being steadied without while Amy’s titanic bosom suddenly swelled, her teat compressing s that her nipple became quite apparent. From that a bead of her creamy milk pushed free and dribbled down her speckled breast before she pushed me into her breast to drink. Not feeling like trying to struggle, I simply opened my facemask and fastened the whole of my mouth about the flesh protrusion and drank.

In no time, I felt much better

30

“But I saw you all killed!” I said as I lay reclined in one of the sick beds in the lab, one that had been designed for human-sized beings.

My body, three times the size from head to toe I had originally had been, as well as three times as wide and five times as thick with ten times the mass, had to be compensated by massively realigning the struts and cushions of the table to support my body. The hump of overlapping plates and spines against my back were now lying in an open hole made between the cushions that would have originally been used to hold a woman’s legs open for gynecological examinations and artificial inseminations. But even then, my legs dangled off of the edge at the inside of my knee, and all my arms had to be laid genially over my body otherwise they’d all just dangle uselessly away from my side.

Now I was cradling my one arm as it continued to mend; my speckled breast lying open to the air, my teat hard and erect from the cold air in the room leaking away from the cryo-chambers. The modifications to my couch were nothing compared to my bum wing which laid sprawled off to my side; draping open as much as it could against the cold floor with the fingers opened as wide as the possibly could go.

“It was the darndest thing actually,” a young girl was saying as she sidled forward, holding her arms behind her back while giving a shy little smile. “I remember being scared that I was going to die, then my heart began to pound, and I felt parts of my armor breaking open to disgorge all of these… thingees.”

This she finished by indicating all the crystalline protrusions across her body. There were small crystal nodes at her forehead, small of her throat, sternum, and the base of her abdomen just above her crotch outer forearms and the top of her thighs. Much larger ones were imbedded in broad disk-like shoulder guards, the joints of her thighs where they met the hips, over her crotch, and at the peaks of her back; these last two taking up the whole of her shoulder blade plates.

“They all started to glow very brightly,” she was saying then. “Before some kinda energy just jumped out of me to create this big bubble that protected us all just as they shot at us. When the smoke cleared, the whole area was just blown to bits, but wherever my bubble was, it was just fine!”

I smiled at her, admiring her cheerfulness and bouncyness as she stood there and smiled full of pride. She was about my age too, if a little younger, and I could see easily why the Bod Squad had deemed to kidnap her. Broad hips, ample breasts, the perfect wedge to her crotch, and that southern accent and sauciness that men seemed to find irresistible.

>>Janice seems to have developed a mobile deployment of a null field, Diyana.

I had barely registered that I had wondered what strange power she had developed, when my biocomp chimed in with an answer. It was getting smarter too. It was talking to me now, and had dropped the title of host before my name. Apparently, it had understood that I disliked being called it. I smiled at the thought that my body was actually able to make something as it.

>>A null field is a field in which electrons are actually placed edge to edge to create a seamless wall more solid than a diamond, or even our own tritanium armor. Speculate that only a particle beam or ion weapon would be able to penetrate this level of electromagnetic shielding.

>>Diyana, I can help you duplicate this effect, but it would take a very long time at your current development of shielding ability. This time can be lessened fractionally at the expense of the rest of your development…

‘No, don’t bother.’ I said as I shifted forward, restraining a grunt of pain as I hoisted myself erect. ‘Maybe I’ll develop the ability later. Just delegate a small amount of our processor power to its development.’

>>As you wish Diyana.

Agonizingly, I pulled my wing back, and opted to let it drape like a cloak away from my shoulders. Then leaning forward, I leaned forward and switched my tail again to throw out the numbness there, of it having rested for nearly a half-hour unmoving from between my legs over the rim of the couch.

“You’ve done well Janice.” I smiled down at the young woman. “I had feared the worst when I saw that room blow up.”

“Thank you Matriarch. I’m glad you approve.”

My eyes focused upon her for a moment before my inner eyelids slid over my bright green eyes for a moment and then slid back just as quickly. “Y’know.” I said finally after a moment of contemplation. “I dislike how all of you are calling me Matriarch while the rest of you don’t have anything to call yourselves. We are all equal. Because I was the first doesn’t mean I should get any extra special treatment over the rest of you.”

“But matriarch…” Another maiden tried to interrupt, but I held up one of my minor hands, still not wanting to let my bad arm just dangle from me.

“No. I don’t want it, unless I can call you all something in return.” My head scanned over all of them, settling on again upon Janice. Then lifting a finger of one of my three fingered minor hands to her, intoned my idea. “If I am to be known as Matriarch, then you shall be called…. Phalanx.”

The young maiden lifted her hands to the small of her throat in surprise, her glowing eyes widening slightly while her supple lips parted with wonder at the name I had given her. Then finally she lifted her eyes to me, smiled, and said: “I like it! I really do! But… Whassa Phalanx?”

I popped the broadest grin I had ever been known to experience in my life.

31

I had decided to play capture the flag, and the flag on the Soldier’s side being their very own supreme commander, Alexander Lockheed.

I had fully recovered from my wounds, my breast now hidden beneath a pack of chitinous tritanium steel. I had again transformed, and this time, I had become a living weapon of biological weaponry, more armor than a division of tanks, and more firepower than that same division. To my side was a small group of the maiden’s I trusted the most.

Anya – now called Mother – being the only member who had drank of the original Minerva formula.

Gina was now called Gauntlet because of the twin boom cannons that were attached to her primary arms.

Likewise, Janice was now called Phalanx because of her shielding ability.

And finally, there was Amalgam; or Amy as we had started to call her.

But as I remained there, my elongated head craning around the corner of the corridor that led to Alexander’s primary living quarters, before I jerked it back just as quickly as the power-armored guards at the other end started taking pop shots at me.

At my backside, my tail flicked nervously as I nodded to the others, they nodding their readiness in return before I skipped around the corner. Extending my forearm kite shields and activating my energy barrier, I started running down the length of the hall as fast as I could. Immediately I was assailed by a barrage of blaster shots, missile salvoes and whatnot. But with all of their attention taken by me, the others then stepped out from their place of hiding, Phalanx protecting them all while they let loose a barrage of their own.

Between their group and myself, we were able to draw their attention far enough apart so that I was able to get close enough to release a weapon I had developed just for this attack. From my sides, and the peaks of my back, several tiny flaps opened and expelled a gas into the air, the gas sailing over the gathered area and dissolving everything inorganic. Armor, weapons, and even their clothing quickly rusted and tattered, leaving them naked within minutes. Unlike the younger, newly bonded maidens, those with me simply watched over the guards, securing them to what portions of the walls that weren’t rusted and decayed. I myself stepped forward and pushed the doors in, both flats crumbling to dust before me before I stepped in to the semi-darkened room beyond.

Standing in the center of a great ornate rug, before an array of monitors showing battles between his soldiers and my maidens, was Alex.

I suddenly felt short of breath as he half turned to me, his eyes focusing upon my titanic form as I stood across from him, my tail swishing behind me while in the back of my head, a vast amount of obscene thoughts started crossing my mind.

“Diyana, I presume.” he said in greeting, inclining his head. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time now, an I must congratulate you of not only meeting our desires of the perfect super solider, but exceeding even our greatest realizations in the process.”

“Shut up!” I barked, skipping forward to scoop my fingers underneath his jaw, lifting him up by his head alone while he remained motionless and staring up at me. “You put me through hell, Alex. How could you!”

His sight was still bland, and the only satisfaction of having him there in my fist, staring up at me as he was, was that he swallowed, but I suspected that was because of the pressure on his throat instead of him being afraid of me. My fingers closed about his head, and something in the back of my mind told me I could crush it as easily as I was crushing an egg in my human form.

But that would make me just like him.

Then at that moment as my fingers unclenched, Anya entered the room, and I gently placed Alex back on the floor, but kept my hand underneath his jaw.

“Anya, tell the others to proceed onto the other spheres, but do not go out into the main complex until I return.” I heard myself say; feeling my legs spread a little as I looked down at Alex’s dark blue eyes.

“What are you going to do?” Anya said, moving forward to see my prize.

“I’m going to have a conversation with our dear Supreme Commander.”

32

>>Are you sure about this Diyana? If you do this, you won’t have my higher functions to aid you should you get in trouble.

‘I know.’ I thought, passing my hands over the huge plates that contained each of my four breasts. Underneath them, I felt my nipples harden slightly in anticipation as to what is to come. ‘But I’ve gotten this far before, I can get there again.’

>>As you wish. I am ready to shut down all functions. I will remain as a node and a series of glands at the base of your brain close to the spinal column. Remember that I will only be able to monitor you during this endeavor.

‘Thanks…. Chakra’

Chakra, a name I had given her, her being that she had developed a consciousness and personality apart from my own, which was definitely feminine, started to deactivate herself as I turned to the closed door nearby.

My hearts were already beating heavily, my chest heaving titanicly before I moved forward, and lifting my hand to touch the activation plate, waited briefly as the door slid quickly open. Initiating the Change, I stepped forward into the semi-darkened room

I had laid Alex on his bed before sealing the door with my spider silk, and bracing his hands tightly to the plates surrounding the indented ring that was his bed. I smiled at the remembrance of him watching me meticulously build a web by pulling streams of my milky white silk from between my legs, and for a short while, I wondered exactly what he thought of that.

Swallowing hard, my legs started forward as if by their own volition, my thighs rubbing close together as my transformation to my current form started working backward. The rubbing there, added with the pulsating through the folds of flesh at the base of my abdomen started driving my elation upward and onward, and underneath the plates covering my breasts, I felt a sticky slick start to massage my the four orbs of flesh pressed closely beneath them.

“Hello Alex.” I purred, and he looked over to me, his eyes blinking once as he fixed me with an emotionless stare. It was as if he expected what I was about to do.

He continued to watch me as I approached him, and still in my armored form, knelt on top of his waist. My huge form allowed me only to frame it for now, with no part of him really touching me, but that would soon change.

“I remember you saying that you would only have me if I gave myself to you, but when I did, you rejected me.” I said, lifting my hands – all four of them – to the plates over my chest, and pulled them open.

The overlapping layers slid together, and then pulled apart under my grasp as I urged them open; sliding into small pockets so that my armor framed my brown speckled breasts, making them most apparent to him. Then with a thought, the plates between my legs compressed and folded into another pocket into my tail.

“I wanted you then, and I still want you now.” I continued, rolling my hips toward him and arching my back as I pawed at his chest underneath the open portion of his shirt, not quite feeling him against me yet. “Now that I have you, the question remains as to what am I going to do with you now.”

My vaginal folds compressed tightly then, feeling that thumbing inside of my course through the major arteries between my legs as I started to shrink. Little by little, I slowly began transforming back into my human form.

“You were under the effects of the Minerva formula Diyana.” Alex said, even as my hands slowly pulled open his shirt. “Did you really want me under that? Or were you just looking for a good lay?”

The buttons of his shirt snapped open one by one, the last two a little quicker in succession when his words finally hit me through the sensual high that had hiked up my senses. Leaning forward a little to him, my face hovered above his, and I smiled, still not able to touch his groin with my crotch, still not close enough to form the union, but the transformation continued.

At the back of my head, I felt Chakra shut herself down, the first sign that my task was succeeding. At my back, my wings unfurled, and for a short, while draped around both of us before they quickly began to reverse engineer themselves. Closing up tight, and folding into their thick spines as they drew backward, shrinking and collapsing with my turbo jets and all the other flight systems I had developed since then, until the folds of my back again closed over them.

“I wanted you.” I assured him, and bending forward kissed him on the forehead before leaving a little moisture with the tip of my tongue. “I was attracted to you even before I was captured, and truthfully,” I kissed him again, this time on the bridge of his nose. “I had some… naughty thoughts about you when I saw your back to me in the archives of the library.”

My secondary arms were starting to feel numb, but I was still able to unbutton Alex’s trousers even as they continued to shrink, fumbling at his belt when I lost a finger on both, and then on the buttons when I lost my thumb. I was able to finish the job with my primary hands – now clawless but still four-fingered – pulling his trousers off between my legs and down the length of his.

I had never seen it before, a man’s genitalia, all the other times my would-be lover being obscured by darkness, and I could help but slide my hand over it, feeling it thicken beneath my touch. But other than that reaction, he still showed no other sign that he was aroused. No, scratch that, I could see his pupils dilate, and I could feel his heart racing when I touched his chest again.

“Is it you who wants me now, Diyana.” He said, his eyes slowly lifting from his abdomen up to my glowing eyes. “Answer me truthfully.”

My crotch trembled for want of the contact between us. My thighs spread even further while my boot-extensions covering my elongated feet collapsed and shrank, leaving only my long feet in their stead. As I straightened, the extendable spikes on the outside of my forearms folding inward to be absorbed by my body, I rolled my shoulders backward to expose my chest more to him while one of my hands caught upon the planes of my crotch. My hand gave myself a squeeze then as my secondary arms – now spindly extensions of their old selves – folded together and sank into my ribcage. Because the muscle had been drawn so taught, because of my elation, the added compression caused something to burst from inside me, churning erotically down the inside of my abdomen; rushing to the source of my elation. The same sticky-warm fluid that had replaced my cum burst outward from between my legs and splattered against his abdomen and all over my hand, and down the length of my thighs. It continued to drip from me; creating long streams as I felt my abdomen finally touch against his.

I smiled most evilly.

“Of course I do.” I sat forward as my breasts again became two, my tail retracting and the hump on my back flattening as I worked the insides of my body.

The folds between my legs opened, catching his manhood and pulling it inward. Inside of my, it met my clitoris, and again my insides changed, this time for it to swallow the now pulsating mass that I had drawn inside of me.

“I’ve wanted you before the Minerva was pumped into my veins. I’ve wanted you before I became what I am now. And absently, I’ve found that I’ve even started to love you.”

My armor started to soften, becoming a shell before receding inward, but I was still a she-hulk of muscle. I heard his hands clench as I rolled my hips into him, pressing my breasts firmly against his chest, compressing the muscles within my, I created the essence of a suction within my bowels.

Milk leaked from my breasts in a gusher, bursting against his chest as they compressed in on themselves. Shrinking as my body lost its mass, my flesh became smooth and soft, my physique again becoming diminutive, by arms slender and my thighs smooth. Between my legs, the pulsating of my lover, both the one beneath me and my phantom one, both competed for my full attention. Alex, however, was vastly loosing.

It was when I had finally reverted to a woman, the effects of the drug on my system leaving me a goddess, everything a man would want, and I sat up and chanced to look down at Alexander. Feeling my breasts settle against my chest, the remaining pair still rounded and firm, I played with the sticky fluids that drew streamers and strings between us before I looked to his face with an energetic laugh on the tip of my tongue. But then that was when I saw Alex, his head turned to one side, his lips pressed firmly together with his eyes closed, I suddenly realized what I was doing.

That look, the same look I’ve worn many times before, a look of submission, to just lay there and take it, dropped my heart into my abdomen, and forced all of my muscles to relax. Then scrunching my brow together, I bit my lower lip and lifted off of him, feeling the full length of his bone slide out of me, and falling with a light tap onto his abdomen as I rose and crossed my arms over me.

My body glittered with the array of cum, sweat and milk that created a slick against me, and very quickly all of my elation fell away before I closed my eyes and hung my head. Then something happened that I didn’t quite expect. Tears.

“I can’t. Not like this.” I whispered, my hands lifting further up my arms to my shoulders. “I want you more than anything, but I won’t take you.”

I stood there, crying softly as a vast silence covered my private world at that moment. Then something changed to break the silence utterly, happening when a pair of strong hands settled upon my shoulders.

My eyes shot open, and I turned quickly to see Alex standing there before me, and my eyes darted quickly to where he had been only a moment before, and then back to him. Then I looked down and saw that he was still naked.

“How…” I started, but Alex reached underneath my chin with the backs of his knuckles and then lifted it so that he could kiss me on the mouth.

Feeling rose inside of me so quickly I couldn’t hope to hold them down; those feeling rising to sensuality, then to elation, and then everything about me – thoughts, feelings and body entire – turned to erotic. Alex was hugging me then, caressing everything there was about me, fondling my breasts with one hand, tickling my crotch with the other. In a short time I found myself on my back, his abdomen dipping toward mine before his bone slid passed the gate of my body, and penetrating deep inside. Arching my back and rolling my hips, lifting my chin while feeling my breasts gently massaged, I felt his mouth kiss me at my neck before I heard: “That, is what I was waiting for.”

Alexander then proceeded to love me so endearingly I didn’t even care how he had gotten out of his bonds. I didn’t care how he bobbed his hips against mine, nor did I care when he drank from my teat. Why would I? I was too concerned about the selling that was slowly pushing my vaginal folds steadily apart.

33

I woke up with a shudder, feeling the folds between my legs clench suddenly with remembrance of last night, while my thighs squeezed together. My chest swelled as I took a shuddering gasp with the touch of delayed elation, and as my legs rubbed together, I felt that they were still wet. Then my shuddering gasp left me in a long drawn out sigh while I felt the gentle tap, tap, tap of my heart underneath my breasts. Closing my eyes, I turned my head downward into the plane of flesh I as laying against to press my lips into Alexander’s sternum.

It was then that my hands lifted to spread against my lover’s broad chest, my fingers alighting tentatively upon the vast, chorded masses that were his pectoral ridges while I pressed the tip of my tongue into his flesh. Then the mass I was laying on shifted, and it felt as if the whole of the bed I was on shifted with it. Something in the back of my head started to scream in warning, and with anticipation, I lifted my body and head to look what it was I really was laying upon, my hair and swollen breasts drooping downward away from me while I blinked away sleep. But once I had lifted myself high enough to see what it was that I truly had been laying against, my heart clenched with anguish, and fear suddenly took me to the very bowls of my abdomen.

With a gasp, I threw the blankets covering me and leapt away faster than I could possibly think in this form, and soon I felt my back press solidly against the still lit embankment of monitors. My breathing quickened, and in very little time, I was practically hyperventilating as my eyes again focused upon the being that had been Alexander.

I began to pant when I realized that he had sucked from my breasts yesternight, drawing out many times the fluid that any of the maidens had.

He was huge! At least twice the size, and five times the mass! Which meant that he was literally ten times the physical prowess I was now. His musculature was corded and massive, with a barrel of a chest and arms and legs like the trunks of a tree, but now with elfin features and a countenance like Fabio. If not for my fright at what he could do now, now that he had become like me, I would have sighed in wonder at his physique. But I was too afraid at being locked up again, I was too afraid of what he’d do when he woke up again; which, with an added thrust into my fear, he was beginning to do.

He merely turned his head slightly a couple of times, and then opened his eyes in the same action as he lifted himself off of the bedding. When his eyes opened, I immediately saw the bright luminescence of his glowing blue eyes, glowing the same way mine did. Then he cocked his head to one side, and at his waist, I saw his hands open contemplatively as he saw the fear in my body, and I saw him chuckle a little; his great form shaking titanicly.

“Is there something wrong Diyana?” he asked, his voce still the same, none the deeper as one would think it would be after his transformation.

I shook my head quickly and then clamped my hands over my head, lacing my fingers into my hair while I started to pant and rave, clenching and unclenching my vaginal muscles, feeling my erotic sensations beginning to rise until they triggered the transformation.

Then all my muscles clenched tightly as fluids and enzymes and hormones began to pump through my bloodstream. I rapidly reached my climax, and from between my legs, a burst of fluids escaped from within me to slide stickily down my legs and onto the floor. Lifting my head and tilting my chin, feeling saliva fill my mouth as the transformation continued. I began to hear the sound of rubber being rubbed the wrong way as each and every last muscle in my body clenched to the consistency of cabling, while against my chest, my nipples hardened and drew erect while my breasts slowly began to swell.

“I don’t care what you’ve become, Alex.” I said through clenched teeth and with wild eyes. “You will never make a slave of me again. Never!”

“B-but Diyana…” he protested as my body began to swell, my skeletal structure thickening and lengthening, my arms and legs thickening, the muscles of my crotch bulging with their thickness.

Then I saw Alex look down at himself, see the eight folds of his abdomen, look at his hands, and then back up to me, even as I grew into my powered form. I was power!

But then Alex looked to me, and pressing his lips together, he stared at me in a hurt kind of way. I didn’t understand why he did that, so my voice filled the gap it created.

“I won’t let you enslave us again Alex. Though you may be like us, each and every last one of us are many times your power, and we all have more experience with the Minerva formula. And you have nothing compared to true power of the Minerva in your body. Sucking the milk from my tits won’t help you against Anya and Me.”

But then I saw Alex push away the covers, and this time I did gasp, finally seeing what had been thrust between my legs last night as he quickly got to his feet. Then in two long strides, he had crossed the length of the floor between us to clamp a pair of very strong hands about my shoulders. But instead of trying to crush shake me apart, he instead pulled me back to him when I tried to get away, and embraced me.

“No more of this Diyana. I don’t want you for a slave. I never did. Just drop this war you have with all men and remember your feelings and why you came to me last night. No matter what, I will never hurt you again.”

There, compressed within his grasp, I suddenly began to cry.

The gentle touch of his hands stroking my silken hair, then press of his body against mine, compressing my swollen and supple breasts against his chest, helped drag out every tear I had gained in this hell hole. I was finally able to drag myself far enough away from him to look up into his face, and I saw a warm and loving smile part his lips. His touch moved to my cheek, his fingers tenderly stroking my face for a moment, and my eyes narrowed with feeling as I began to revel in attention I had always dreamed of since I was a little girl.

“I’m sorry, Diyana.” He whispered to me, and my eyes closed slightly as his lips pressed against my forehead; one of his thumbs brushing away a flock of my hair.

He moved back a little then to look down at me lovingly, and I felt him searching out the beauty within me, seeing me as I really was at that moment: a frightened and frail little girl who was barely a woman. Then Alexander lowered his hands to gently lift my chin so that he could take my mouth with his own. For only a moment did that take me by surprise before I actually began to take his kiss in stride, at first feeling my hands spread against his chest, my mouth opening to feel the fullness of the kiss. Then I stepped forward into him, intertwining myself into his body while I settled my body in between his legs and wrapped my arms about his waist as I pressed more firmly against him.

My breasts lifted as I coiled into myself slightly, my knees bending as I tried to feel as much of him against me as I could. Then, deep inside of my, I felt my heart quicken, and then felt the touch of the Minerva formula in my veins. Right then, there was nothing more I wanted to be loved by him, and shortly, I found that the Minerva had the same effect on men as it did on women. Alex’s hand steadily became more and more erotic, before finally he picked me up, still kissing me as fully as before, gripping my rump with one huge hand as he brought me to the bed again. There he laid me down on the soft sheets and cushions before drawing away to look down at me. His glowing eyes focused upon my body as I arched my back, wishing to push my crotch into the clenched cluster at the base of his abdomen, and I smiled lovingly and longingly up at him.

The back of his knuckles brushed over my bulge of divided flesh, and in instinct they clenched, pressing out my clit as his fingers traced upward along the crease at the center of my abdomen, circling about my breast before his hand rested upon it.

“Alex.” I whispered, and lifted my hands to gently caress his, feeling his strong fingers work while they kneaded my breast.

Immediately I felt my nipples harden and clench, felt them thicken while my breasts continued to swell with my elation. Between my thighs, the soft red nodule that was pressing between the thick folds of my crotch, also began to swell, and I felt blood begin to pump through the arteries underneath them; pushing through my thighs, feeding my strength. Then I reached up to him, milk sloshing within my chest as I touched his face, stroking his strong chiseled features while he kissed my fingers.

The need to mate became overwhelming, and I actually began to smell my own pheromones as my fingers began to trace the lines of my lover’s body continuously downward; moving over his chest and his ribs, dancing over the eight ridges of his abdomen, before finally tickling the cluster. Alex’s smile broadened as he sat back, and I felt my lips part slightly as I was given a better view of what was underneath my hands. The knob I saw, already was beginning to quiver, its head pulsating as it seemed to detach from the hairless bulge and start to extend toward me. My supple lips parted in anticipation, and squeezing my thighs together, I could already feel my crotch grow wet with that same anticipation. I watched as his nads dropped and his penis continued to extend from his abdomen, but what I had first thought was merely a circumcision line, was actually a fold in the skin, which allowed I to grow even longer. His surprise was even as apparent as mine as it then started to lift and thicken, throbbing beneath my hands.

Veins started to pop out and throb with blood feeding his manhood while his epiditmis thickened, and the head became broad and rounded.

“Great maker!” Alex whispered. “What on earth happened to me last night?”

I smiled impishly as I slowly began to lift my legs from out from under him, spreading my thighs and revealing the pulsating button between them while stroking the underside of the erect thing.

“The Minerva formula enhances the quality which defines your gender.” I said, not being able to keep the seductiveness out of my voice as I slowly pulled the thing down, surprised at the strength behind it. It took much effort from me to even angle it right. “For us, it had filled out breasts and made them capable of spontaneously producing milk which contained the Minerva formula in it. In effect, everything that was controlled by the estrogen in our bodies.

“For a man, I guess, it enhances everything that is controlled my Testosterone. And because of the already huge amounts in your bodies, it would explain while you are so much… larger” I grinned impishly. “Than before.”

One corner of Alex’s mouth raised in response.

“You will learn much about your body,” I mused, licking my lips while my eyes closed slightly. ”even how to make it do what you want. Like this for instance.”

The pulsating between my legs intensified as I forced myself to change. My breathing quickened; and my heart began to race as the button between my legs suddenly grew to push away the folds of my crotch, pucker, and then open up to catch the tip of his penis with it. Bodily juices made a slick between his penis as my clit grew around the rod of flesh. Arching my back, I pushed it deeper into my body before the muscles extending from me started to clench and bind, creating a suction as I pulled him closer to me by will of that alone. His hand reached between us and clenched around the flesh, his eyes closing over those beautiful blues pools of light to hold around the joint where we were both conjoined. The tender flesh from me, so sensitive it was, reacted to his touch, and immediately I felt myself shudder as my thighs spread wider, all so as to pull him closer to me. He fell deeper into me, as, with working the muscles in my abdomen and the extended flesh of my crotch, I was able to form a suction and gently caress the shaft of flesh that was slowly sinking into my body.

It sank deeper into my body, and I rocked my hips into his, arching my back as our stomachs came to press close to one another. I felt it rise further into me, passing my hips and into my lower abdomen as the lip of flesh I had made condensed and slid back inside of me, only so that he could go deeper.

My body arched deeper, baring my breasts for his eyes to see, my hands rising up my stomach and my rips, to heft them even further upward and press them together for him to view. He nuzzled my throat, kissed me and brushed the tip of his tongue against it before his mouth lowered to my breasts and teased my nipples. I felt my milk pass from within my body again, felt my hips arch with erotic feeling, and finally, felt a burst of wetness flow from me.

I settled upon his lap finally, feeling a rush of adrenaline as I tried to devour his mouth with my own, probing him with my tongue. Then I felt the mass of flesh invading my body suddenly swell, almost painfully, but definitely sensuously push the folds of skin of my vagina and clitoris apart before it spasmed within my body, and I felt something else burst inside of me. More fluids, hot and sticky this time flowed outward from within my body, and again it burst, and again, and again, and again. Something sloshed inside of my abdomen, before I felt muscles in my stomach tighten, and expel something new into the mix of fluids riding inside of me.

And then I began to feel it…. Life.

I remained there, my eyes closing, feeling Alex work my womanhood like nothing else ever could, at least nothing human. Breathing openly through my mouth while he sucked from my breasts, I remained practically unmoving and simply livid with the feeling of the throbbing in my body, of the erotic feelings inside me, and of the strange stirrings of something entirely new inside of me.

Finally, when Alex had taken to merely touching my body with a million kisses, kneading my flesh with his super strong hands, I lowered my head and started to rise. The thickness within me slid between the folds of flesh between my legs, the thing drawing smaller until it fell limply away from me with a spray of fluids. M arms remained upon his shoulders as I hefted my breasts underneath his chin, flexing them and forcing them to rise higher while I cupped his face within my strong yet slender hands.

I was practically sucking air as I looked solemnly down at him, my lips parting in a tired little smile that puckered my reddened lips while I began to feel myself sticking to his body from the build up of sweat between us. Rolling my hips away from him and kneeling above his impressive lap, I lowered my head and ever so gently kissed my new mate; lifting a hand to the back of his head so that I might hold him there. When I drew away again, it was to lick his lips and to look at him again.

“Thank you.” I told him, and for a while after than, I merely nuzzled with him, feeling the stirrings of life in my abdomen ever so slowly growing.

34

I lay backward, wearing a greatly modified chastity harness, the same I had worn when I had been first introduced to this place. Unlike the first, which had clenched tightly about my body to keep anyone other than a true scientific genius who could get around its defenses away from my genitalia and breasts, this one only merely held onto me. Over the thickened folds of my crotch were a series of overlapping plates that merely cupped my lower abdomen, while three metallic rays arched over my wide hips to connect to the upper portion of the chastity harness. There, at the peak of my broad hips, metal plates again sloped downward to the small of my back, joining there before arching down between my cheeks and legs to connect to the underside of my vaginal plates.

From the small of my back, wires and plates lifted to again merely hold against my sides at two places on a side, and at my shoulders, neck, and forehead as before. But this time, the hooking metal plates that had had covered my breasts to the nipple, merely cupped them and pressed them together. A much-enlarged bodycloth covered the rest of my body, but barely.

The heat was still kept very high here, and many of us women had opted to wear what was still available, let alone what we could wear. Many of us preferred our enlarged forms, and when we didn’t walk around completely naked, we wore what we could.

Lounging as I was with my legs tucked underneath me, my eyes watched Alex as he stood before a holoprojector. He stood in his regular human form, in full uniform as it activated, immediately showing the image of a man with graying hair being fondled by three young women. I was outside the camera’s field of view, so the individual didn’t see me.

“Ah, Alexander.” He said blandly, moving only his mouth while he lay backward in an almost bed-like chair.

He pressed three of his fingers against his forehead, staring at Alexander through slitted eyes and a particularly annoyed look. The three maidens arrayed absently regarded Alex’s image from wherever they were, one giving their master a shoulder massage, another cuddling close to him with one of her hands slipped into the open folds of his jacket and shirt, while the third lay against his legs. Each were young and vibrant, and each perhaps chosen for their intrinsic feminine qualities I saw as the one laying close to her master was wearing a practically see through body cloth, though it was arranged in such a way that it covered only one of her supple breasts. Everything else was left open, and with the quality of the image, everything was shown in great detail.

“Commander Malek.” Alexander grinned as ferally as he could manage. “I have some news that you may have been waiting for, for a very long time, I’d suppose.”

“That you are leaving the Trinity Project and that you are a dog.” Malek said, and for the first time, I noticed the German accent in his voice.

“Yes, to me leaving the Trinity Project, Malek.” Malek looked up and blinked at his younger competitor. “But as to me being a dog… you’ll have to take that up with my mother. This, however, is going to be the last bout of good news you’ll probably hear for a long time Malek.”

Malek raised an eyebrow in question. “Oh?”

“First of all,” Alex said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. “I’m not an Illuminati. He flipped it open to show something I couldn’t quite see. I leaned forward in an attempt to see the front of it. Malek, however, showed the first signs of anger as he surged forward, knocking the almost naked young woman from off the padded couch-chair he had been on, and she tumbled away off camera so that only her bottom half showed, mooning the camera.

“I’m CIA,” Alexander continued, and then dropped the Card onto the floor. I saw that it was so, and leaned back and pursed my lips in wonder. “Despite all of your secrecy, despite all of your precautions, the United States Government as well as Interpol – which means nearly every major nation in the world – knows of your existence already.

“I’m afraid that the US has termed you too great a threat to continue on, and as of six a.m. this morning, he gave the order to launch the Prometheus attack satellite. By now, it should be charging up for its first attack wave against the surface installations. Too bad that The Lair is the only one deep enough to withstand such an attack from the Prometheus.”

“You freaking bastard!” Malek said, and looking upward as his image shook, he looked back to Alex with one of the most hateful looks any one could give just before the image shattered.

Alexander sighed, and then turning undid his topcoat and threw it to the ground before recovering a cup of tea from his desk.

I continued to stare at him, even as he lifted his hand to muss up his hair a little so that it wasn’t all straight and perfect anymore. Apparently, the all-proper, all-knowing Alexander Loranth wasn’t really that way. Looking the way he did now, he looked like some veteran skateboard punk. But still, especially how his bare chest showed through the opened partition of his jacket, he looked very sexy.

Alexander lowered his head a smidgen then while I looked at him, and I folded my hands over my creased abdomen before he finally turned to look at me. It was then that I saw his eyes soften before he stepped over to me, and laying down in the bed-chair I was inhabiting, he moved in very close to me to gently laying a strong hand upon the base of my abdomen just above the overlapping plates there. Alex then pressed his face into the side of my neck and started nuzzling me, his hand caressing my skin as if it were aged porcelain...

My lips parted with feeling as I felt his lips brush across my throat, and I began to feel a certain sensuousness begin to claim me while my nipples hardened beneath the fabric of my silken bodycloth. But this wasn’t the primal urge brought on by the power of the Minerva formula; rather it was just soft emotion – a desire to love him instead of sexing him like I did last night.

Rolling out from under him, a soft smile crossing my lips as I settled myself onto his lap, my hands pushed underneath the folds of his shirt and jacket so that I might gently caress his already strong chest. My hips rolled so that I could feel more of him underneath me.

His touch alighted upon my hips, his thumbs slipping underneath the bands that held my abdominal plates on to tickle the softened skin between my inner thigh and crotch.

“Malek will counter attack.” He said looking up past my sizeable breasts to look into my eyes. “It’s only a matter of time before he moves his entire entourage into some secret base I haven’t found out about yet. His technological might is greater than the one we have here at The Lair.”

I nodded, but kept quiet and kept massaging him. In the back of my mind, I had a secret I needed to tell him, but wanted to do it without damaging his mind.

“There were very few of my soldiers left that your maidens didn’t place too great of a psychological – and physical – strain on. We’ll need every last person with combat experience now, Diyana.”

Again, I nodded, and chanced to look down into his deep blue eyes, and giving him no more than a blink before looking away, he somehow sensed that I was hiding something. Which I was.

“Diyana…”

I tried to ignore him, and continued to soothingly pass my hands from his chest to his abdomen. But then he lifted himself, transforming in mid move so that he could look directly at me and not move out from underneath me. I felt my breasts lift and press against each other as the flat planes of his chest pressed against them.

“Diyana. You’re hiding something from me aren’t you?” he asked, trying to look me in the eye though I avoided his gaze.

If it weren’t for his hands still caressing my hips and now my sides, sending those waves of tingling emotion through me, I may have been able to have resisted.

“I’m pregnant.” I said finally; and only then did I look up to stare at him. “I-I felt it ignite within me last night, actually felt it! I... I’m going to have a baby.”

He merely blinked at me for a moment or two, and then slowly embracing me, he lay backward and folded me to his heart.

“I think, my love,” he whispered into my ear. “That I don’t ever want you to think you should hide from me.”

He then started gently caressing my hair, and I began to cry ever so softly against his chest.

35

I stood quietly before one of the command consoles to the main computer, my hand lifting to lightly massage my stomach, while my other continued to alternate between the keys of the computer and my linked computer book. I was so preoccupied with my thoughts, simultaneously trying to figure out a genetic problem, and wondering what to call my daughter – somehow I knew it was a girl – that I didn’t know that I had a visitor. When I finally realized that I was no longer alone in the main room, I turned to see Phalanx standing before me, in her petite form instead of her Amazonian form like I was. She was the one who had developed the powerful defensive shield that had on more than one occasion saved us all from death during the uprising, and because of that, I turned fully to face her, folding my hands before me, compressing my rounded breasts together.

She was still young, about as old as I was, and very beautiful, though that could be said about any woman who had been brought here.

“Can I help you Phalanx?” I asked, tilting my head to one side as I looked at her.

“I hear that you’re pregnant, Matriarch.” Phalanx said, fidgeting a little as she faced me. I nodded in response, and she hung her head a little. “Before you came hear, the sisters had said that you were a geneticist and a very competent one even though you couldn’t get a job with a major research team.”

I began to wonder where she was going with this. None of the sisters had as of yet desired to return to their old selves, powerless, and helpless. But I found I didn’t have to wait long.

“One of the first things that happened to me when I came here,” she began, folding her arms beneath her own rounded breasts. “Was that the doctors had strapped me to a table and had robbed me of all the eggs that my body carried. They said that they needed them for genetic research, and after thinking about it for a long time, I finally figured out what had happened to all of them.”

She paused, and I felt my lips press together as I realized where she was indeed going with this. I knew where all of her eggs had been taken, because I myself had handled many of them since coming here.

“I know that many of them have been tampered with and fertilized, Diyana. What I want to know is… could you put some of them inside of me. I... I want to have a baby.”

I leaned back, planting my hands against the rim of the computer console while I considered that, and finally, I tilted my head downward, and gestured her to follow me. Hope seemed to just ignite within her eyes as she skipped forward to follow after me, and I led her across the chamber, underneath the sparks made by maintenance droids and to a small door set at one side. Touching the activation pad to the door, the thing glowed blue for a second, reading my fingerprints before it opened, and I gestured Phalanx to enter.

She looked hesitantly at me and entered into the darkened chamber before I followed behind her, the door closing swiftly behind us enclosing us in darkness for a moment before the room’s lights flared alive. It was relatively plain, with white walls with the occasional long bar of halogen lamps arrayed vertically around the room. The floor was sectional, with a disk at the very center of it.

Phalanx looked briefly around the room before I came up behind her and placed my hands gently upon her narrow shoulders.

“What is this place?” she asked.

“Before the gen tanks were developed, this was the method the Trinity Project goons used to incubate their genetic misfits.”

“Inside of us.” Phalanx finished for me, and I nodded.

“Yes. And even after the gen tanks were made, they still used this room whenever there weren’t enough tanks, or they wanted to ‘study’ us.”

Phalanx looked around the room, and pressing her lips together briefly, she stepped forward, turned around a couple of times and then faced me again.

“Ok. What do I do?”

I smiled, and stepping forward, grasped ahold of her bodycloth and helped her get it over her head, leaving her standing naked and vulnerable before I led her to the center of the room with one gentle hand upon her shoulders.

“Kneel here, and I’ll do the rest.”

She did as I told her, pressing her thighs together and folding her hands over them before she looked back up at me expectantly and maybe a little apprehensively before I stepped back a little, and then turned to walk to the edge of the room. Standing on a plate, I depressed a small nodule in the floor with the heel of my foot, before a panel just before my feet slid open, and a computer console rose up to me. Because of my size, I had to lean over a little to place my hands properly upon it after it unfolded into a half circle desk, and directly before me, several holographic displays appeared out of nowhere, showing me Phalanx’s vital signs and her current positioning. This last was shown as a luminescent being in the displays.

My hands then began to move quickly over the consoles, activating command, and with a titanic click from somewhere beneath my feet, the machinery of the room activated and began to move. The first thing to happen, was that a soft blue light began to emanate from below, shining through the cracks between the plates in the floor, and with another click of titanic gears, the plate Phalanx was on began to turn.

“Diyana…” she voiced, her hands spreading while she looked at the changing room around her.

“Don’t worry.” I reassured her. “Just relax.”

She did, but I could still see the tension in her shoulders, and I could hear a soft yelp escape from inside of her when she stopped and one of the plates lifted directly in front of her. She yelped even louder when several tendrils extended from around the edges of the plate she was on now, wrapping about her arms and pulling them to her sides, wrapping around her legs and pulling them apart, baring the soft folds of flesh between her legs.

“Diyana?”

The plate that had lifted earlier now rose out of the floor upon an arm, and I helped maneuver it so that it was flush with Phalanx’s crotch; and out of the edge of my eye, I saw that Phalanx was staring with even greater apprehension at the thing. Cycling to the next stage, more tendrils erupted out of the edges of the unit, wrapping securely around her waist, and about her thighs, and I saw Phalanx start to pass into the throes of ecstasy.

A tiny nodule – smaller than the tip of ones thumb – started to slide enticingly along the surface of her crotch, just between the two subtle folds of skin, and instantly she bent backward within her restraints, arms at her sides. Even from where I stood, I could see her nipples harden into tight nibs against her rounded breasts; her arms lifting to lightly massage the great orbs as cream laced with the Minerva formula started to leak between her fingers. Her thighs spread even wider, and her slender fingers began to move down the length of her creased abdomen when the process moved into the next stage. She was forced backward as the robotic arm moved forward, Phalanx bending over backward over herself as the nodule dancing between the delicate folds of her flesh pushed steadily into her, sliding this way and that, up and down… just thinking about it made my own nipples firm up. The rod, vibrating between her thighs, probing her body for a way deeper, and finally finding it, it plunged into her abdomen through her cervix; sliding upon a slimy mix of Phalanx’s own fluids and a lubricant itself provided.

The probe positioned for insertion of the zygote, showed me a display for selection, and I chose one of the perfected zygotes I and the other geneticists had worked upon, and selected it to be her first child. It’s gender was unknown, but whatever the child would be, it would be super intelligent, strong and agile, and full of perfect grace in the eyes of mankind.

Somewhere below, machinery took the zygote, in a vial only an inch long and a couple centimeters wide, unfroze it, and attached it to the machine. All the while, this was happening, that arm thrust and prodded Phalanx in ways only a man proficient and supremely endowed would be able to do to a woman.

Finally, there was a burst of fluids through a hole in the rod that was only as wide as a pinprick. A Nannite helped it find a patch of her womb where the zygote would attach itself and start to grow.

When the display showed that she had been successfully impregnated, it withdrew from her body and deactivated its components as they were no longer needed. The console I was standing at lowered even as I walked over to stand close to Phalanx, seeing her eyes closed as the machine uncoiled from her body and slowly withdrew. There was a soft sucking sound as it removed itself from several layers of flesh and bone, and for the first time, I saw the two and a half foot long device as it pulled fully away from Phalanx, spilling body fluids on its way out.

Phalanx leaned forward once the device lowered into the floor, and locked into place, leaning over herself, steadying herself with one hand and holding her belly with the other. She was supple and strong, and her breasts, having swelled slightly with the power of the Minerva – a reflex action we had all developed when aroused – hung mightily from her chest.

“It worked.” she said, lifting her head to look at me with a mixture of erotic high and wonder. “I can feel it inside of me somehow, Diyana. Changing. Growing.”

There was the sound of tendons tightening powerfully before Phalanx closed her eyes and tilted her head upward, and from between her legs, a burst of hot silk splattered onto the floor. She sighed and moaned briefly as she came to a kneeling position, hefting her breasts slightly before letting them fall against her fingers.

“It worked.” she said again before several tiny nibs rose around the plate she knelt upon, spraying her and the plate with water to clean both off.

36

For the first time since I had been taken by the Trinity Project, I’ve been able to see the surface again, and when I stepped out into the evening daylight, I had to shade my eyes with one hand as I looked toward the sun. After having been subjected to artificial light for over a month, the sun was a dazzling beauty; one I hadn’t thought that I’d ever see again. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen for a long time.

Since there was no available clothing, I had only my armor and my bodycloth, but because of the humidity, I opted only to use the bodycloth, to feel the cool air flowing about my supple body, stirring between my legs. The drainpipe I stood at then, a source of exit from the Lair, I stood with feet apart while the wind blew about me, dragging my hair about my face and shoulders, and my bodycloth straight away from my neck. For the barest of instances, I was naked against the salt spray and the setting sun, and closing my eyes to feel the light upon my face; I hugged myself and simply lived in the exhilaration of my senses.

Waiting until nightfall, I walked all the way to my old apartment that was several miles away. To throw me off onto the location of the Lair, my original captors had driven around for hours before they came to the docs where their “receiving bay” was. Upon coming to my apartment, I climbed up the two flights of stairs, and stopped in front of my door with a weary quirk upon my face, seeing the numerous signs of “rent due”, and “Eviction Notice” plastered over my door. Sighing, I ripped all of them off, and reaching between my legs, into the folds of my crotch, I removed a key, sticky with the fluids of my body, inserted it and twisted it into the lock before entering the door. Everything was as it was when I had left, save except for maybe a thin layer of dust over some things. I quickly stripped off my bodycloth, dropping it onto the floor as I paced across my living room, to the bathroom and took a shower. Yet another sensual wash of feeling came over me as I simply stood within the flow of the water, feeling the patter upon my breasts and my stomach, over my crotch and thighs, my hands and feet.

The members of the Trinity Project had only given us places to bathe in, and a shower was very welcome.

Shutting off the showerheads and stepping out, still dripping wet, I paced across the floor of the bathroom and into the living room, and gathering up a suitcase, I laid it on the floor, opened it, and started looking around me for things that I might want. The cool room of my apartment enshrouded me like a blanket, cooling the water from my supple form almost erotically. Standing there for a moment, holding up a pair of my lavender lace panties, a soft smile crossed my face as I wondered what Alexander would think of me in them. Before I was subjected to the Lair, I had never even thought of wearing this gag gift, but now I wondered how it would feel against my flesh, shifting over my soft thighs and… a knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. Turning toward the sound, it repeated itself, and I lowered my hands, absentmindedly holding my panties for a moment before letting them fall into my luggage before I stepped forward into motion.

Opening the door, I looked down at the balding man that now stood before me, now with his eyes as wide as dinner platters as they quickly focused upon my breasts, and then to my crotch.

“Yes Mr. Knowlan? What can I do for you?” I smiled, taking a deep breath, forcing my breasts to swell as I stood naked before him.

“M-miss Diyana!” he exclaimed. “You’ve certainly… matured.”

His finger twitched at his side as he looked finally up the short distance between us into my face, and the strain in him let me know he wanted to touch me somewhere.

“Was there something you wanted, Mr. Knowlan?” I prompted again, my pouting lips turning up slightly in the corners.

“Y-your rent has been due for some time.” he said into the lull, and his eyes again lowered to my breasts, and again to my hairless vaginal mound. “W-when I heard,” he swallowed hard, and he had the strain in his voice that I had learned was akin with a hard on. “When I heard someone up here, I came to see if I could finally collect.”

I smiled, and leaning forward a little, and lifting my hands over my head to grab the door jam, I placed my breasts just against his chest, feeling my nipples swell and harden in an instant and the intimate touch. “Mr. Knowlan, I must inform you that I’m moving out. You may take whatever is left and sell that for my back rent.” My thighs pressed together, and I felt the Minerva formula acting upon my body, needing physical relation, coming close to transformation into my amazon form, but I suppressed it. “I would like to thank you, however, for helping me out when I needed it.”

Mr. Knowlan was unmarried, and a gentleman and he looked like the sorta guy that any girl would want. But I knew that he was shy.

“Y-you do?” he said, standing a little straighter, the act pressing my breasts all that much more firmly between us, and I believe that was the first time he realized that there was contact.

Letting go of the door jam, I pressed close to him, and gave him the gentlest of kisses, tasting his lips before probing his mouth with my tongue before I finally withdrew. Then taking his hand, I pushed it into my breast, and then kissed it. “Mr. Knowlan, you shouldn’t be afraid of us. You deserve a good woman. Promise me that you’ll try to find her now…”

Then turning, I gave him one last look over my shoulder, and winking and wiggling my behind, I closed the door behind me and leaned against the solid pane of wood and smiled warmly before going back to my packing.

37

I breathed in deeply as I got off the bus, having just spent the last of my money that had been on my nightstand on the bus trip back. I was near the docks again, fully clothed, and holding my suitcase in front of me with both hands. My hair was held at the back of my head in a ponytail, I wore makeup, and my old clothes seemed to fit better than when I had first come to the lair. I did have to let my bra out a little, because thanks to life and to the power of the Minerva formula, and the fact that there was a baby growing in my abdomen, my tits had grown full and round and firm.

For the first time in my life, I actually walked with my shirt open at the collar, revealing much of my cleavage to the open air, and I wore a white blouse that was opaque in its thickness. Darkness was over everything, and the moon high above was most beautiful within the heavens. My pleated skirt, held together normally by a series of buttons, was undone all the way up to my hip to bare my long slender leg, enclosed by a thigh high sock.

Gathering up my suitcase, and hearing the bus driver’s warning about “Pretty girls wandering the streets at night” I smiled and lifted a hand absentmindedly to wave it off before the bus driver pulled away behind me. I was still a long way from the storm drain I had come back to this world in, and I was looking forward to showing Alex my new clothes. My smile broadened some as I walked with my legs maybe a little closer together, reveling in the feel of silk over my womanhood, brushing against my soft hairless flesh at the base of my abdomen.

But then something caught my attention.

Stopping in mid track, I saw something move quickly out of the corner of my eye, and then another flicker of motion out of the other eye. The way that they were keeping to the shadows, meant that they were trying not to be seen, which also meant that they wanted something from me.

Biting my lower lip in thought, I wondered what I might do should they try something, but that brief pause was all that was needed for two pairs of strong arms to grab my arms and wrench them behind my back. I was then half carried, half dragged into the darkness of the alleyways.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but I saw that I was surrounded by five young men, who were about my age, college students by the looks of them, all with hungry looks in their eyes.

“I must warn you,” I said to the one who was now approaching me from the front. “You don’t want to get me horny. You’ll regret it if you do.”

“Haw!” the one in the forefront said as he stepped forward and slid his hands over my chest. “What’re you gonna do? Transform into some big ass hulking green chick and beat the crap out of us?”

“Something like that.” I said, looking at the speaker from underneath a wave of my loose hair.

“You hear that guys? This chick thinks she’s the she-hulk!”

There was a ripple of laughter as the leader licked his fingers, and reaching underneath my skirts, I slipped those fingers underneath the layer of silk over my crotch and pierced my crotch. My eyes closed, and I tried to experience the whole of the sensation as his finger found my clitoris and stroked it. Another of the men holding me licked my neck while the one on the other side started to massage my breast. My breathing quickened, my heat started to pound, my vaginal muscles swelled and clenched, and with the rush of adrenaline, I truly did began to change as I warned them.

First came the sound of something like balloons being rubbed the wrong way, and the feeling of my chest swelling with air. The sound got everyone’s attention, and while I began to sigh and moan, the leader and the three others in the alley way all moved away to watch the dazzling transformation of an Amazonian. With three titanic inhales and exhales, the third brought a powerful pulse within my chest as my breasts began to swell, pushing against my bra, tightening the straps with the initial push. I moaned in elation, one knee lifting as I felt something swell between my legs, of the mouth of my crotch pressing solidly against my panties as my clitoris jutted slightly from out between. My legs parted and I leaned back as my nipples hardened, and a cold sweat erupted from my body as my breasts strained my bra to the point where it snapped at the small ring that held the cups together. My tits continued to swell, the cups of my bra drawing slowly apart as they forced my blouse to spread as well. Buttons tore away before my tits tore out of my clothing, titanic in size and pulsating with the flow of cream and milk flooding them. Muscle then piled upon my body, snapping the buttons off my skirt and tearing my panties open.

My biceps swelled to the point where the two college boys holding me where I was had to use both arms in desperation that they might still be able to hold me. Soon I was three times the mass any one of they were. Naked and powerful.

Finally, the transformation was through, and I opened my glowing eyes to the leader, and he scrambled out from between my legs so fast that he kept trying to go through the wall that his back backed up against. Then I looked to my captor on the right, and then to the left, and they both let go of me in turn. They all looked at me in panic for the barest of instants before they all tried to scramble away.

Grinning ferally, I grabbed the two that had been holding me and threw them to the end of the alley, into the gathered mass of trash and human waste that littered the alley. Three more followed suit before I faced the leader. He stared up at me, unblinkingly, and I watched him with a small smile against my face even as I straddled him. Within seconds I stripped him naked, and with a quivering of muscles between my legs, we both looked down at my crotch as the folds swelled to three times their size before erupting with the spider’s silk that we were able to generate now. Pulling him up against the wall, I rubbed my powerful body up against his; wronging him in more ways a man could wrong a woman before I left him hanging against the wall. Then turning, and licking the silken fluid off my hand, a mixture of cream and the fluid that erupted from my body, I passed a few winos and bums who each threw away their bottles as I stepped passed them.

“Okay then, who’s next?” I prompted to the remainder of my perpetrators, planting my fists upon my broad hips, and smiled quite evilly.

End