(Piece contains slavery and infers non consensual sex, though nothing is yet explicit, it is more a worldbuilding and ‘setting the stage for further work so feedback is appreciated)
‘How much longer can any of us take this for?!’
Keia tried to rub the inside of her thighs again, hoping that would soothe the fierce, aching cramps she had. But the after-effects of the muscle stimulator fastened just above her crotch were still causing her thigh muscles to flex involuntarily.
The rest of her kin had collapsed onto their rickety bunks from exhaustion after they had finally been allowed time to recuperate, some not even bothering to use the hastily put together shower cubicles to wash off the Kalthians stink from them.
The last of ‘group three’ were already being frogmarched out of the makeshift prison block by the Cyberon sentinels, their time to be at the mercy of the steady influx of Kalthian male nobles that now eagerly awaited their ‘turns’ to be with them at the massive compounds set up saunas and bathhouses.
After the surrender, and when this had first begun, many tried to fight back, herself included. But the Kalthian over watchers in charge of keeping them captive had quickly ensured that the technological means to corral and subdue them were fastened to their skin, almost as soon as they had first arrived at these ‘conception zones’.
Any physical resistance the Theronnen women attempted was easily stamped out with painful shocks to their muscles and nerves remotely, and attempts to remove the small chips from their skins would inevitably end up tearing away too much tissue in the process, causing massive bleeding.
Unlike the Merendi baseliners that lived in the Co-operative alongside her people, the Theronnen’s were actually needed by the Kalthians, they were in fact one of the main reasons they had invaded in the first place, to set up these fracked breeding camps and force them to conceive with them.
Keia looked up as another woman approached her. Aniki sat upon one of the metal chairs near her bunk, looking around her for any eavesdroppers.
“That’s some nice finger bruises you have around your throat there.” She made note of the injuries upon her friend, who had also been under her command before the surrender last year. She needed no further elaboration upon how she got them, however.
‘The Kalthians are starting to get rougher with us now, and the groups they are forcing them to cater to are getting bigger.’ Keia didn’t like where this trend was going.
“I’m fine Chief, it’s…not too bad.” Aniki rubbed her neck gently.
“You’re not a very good liar soldier. Although technically neither of us are military anymore, are we?”
“We’re not out of this yet Commander!” The younger woman leaned forward to whisper. “The resistance here is going strong, and our kin back in the Drake cluster are still giving the Anathi fleets the fury of the tribe, they and the Commonwealth will get here eventually and take back the whole system. We just have to hang tight here!”
Keia lay back onto her bunk, her body still soaked with sweat. The grey rags that they were allowed to wear barely covered anything at all, and the mattress she lay on quickly became wet underneath her. Her abdominal muscles and legs still gave her periodic shots of dull aches, and over her own body were similar finger bruises where she was roughly gripped by various attackers.
She looked down to the small device fastened just below her navel, the small green light was flashing again, indicating a successful conception.
“I noticed that on yours as well.” Aniki sighed to herself, showing her own chips glowing green signal.
“I knew that the Kalthians were good at stimulating ovulation. But this is absurd, the third time this month?!”
“They’ll be coming for us soon for the extraction, they don’t waste their time when it comes to getting their embryo’s”
The Commander sat back up, looking towards the main entrance to the bunkhouse, sure enough, the fertility overwatcher and his two Cyberon goons were already scanning the returned groups’ chips and collecting those who’d ‘caught’.
“I guess my cold shower will have to wait a little longer, eh soldier.” Keia swung her legs over and got to her feet.
“Let’s just get this over with, they might still be doing the evening nutritional serving by the time we come back.”
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When the Autarch had ordered all of the Domains nobles to relocate themselves to the orbital habitats around their homeworlds. Vaius had been secretly outraged at the inconvenience, like many, the idea of abandoning his holdings and assets along with his house brethren was simply unacceptable.
It didn’t take long for that attitude to shift, however, when they all finally learned why this sudden change was ordered at all.
They would all finally get the chance to have what no amount of wealth could truly get most Kalthians these days.
Access to a woman, a real, pure-blooded one.
It was no secret that the Kalthians were a doomed offshoot, the legacy of the Siberaths blasphemous genetic tinkering and abuse had done its damage to most of Novohumanity’s genlines, and the genomic weapons used in the Hadrinox wars had further cursed the Kalthian bloodline itself with terrible hereditary defects and diseases.
Most of which in their case, was targeted specifically to their bloodlines women.
Once as proud and strong as they were themselves. The few remaining Kalthian women alive were now either completely sterile or so emaciated and wretched that they could never survive even the act of conception itself.
The Autarch knew that his generation would be the last if something was not done. But what?!
The baseliners and most of the rest of novohumanity couldn’t help them, they themselves still suffered the legacy of the Siberaths debasement, and the only source of unsullied samples of the original genlines templates lay in the fiercely guarded archives of the Sicronen sisterhood, hundreds of light-years away and deep within the Hegemony.
At least, that was what was thought.
Not all of the ancient replicar arks created by legacy humanity had been found, many were lost, believed to have been swallowed up by the journey through whitespace, or destroyed by ancestral humanities alien enemies, the Insects.
But many a scholar always speculated that some of them had made it as far as the rift, and even crossed into it to settle the systems within that shrouded region of known space. Cut off and isolated from the countless eras of conquest and regrowth by the other arks various Genlines.
They would have missed the time of the first Neferon Empire and its subsequent collapse, the inevitable intermixing of the various lines over time. they never saw the rise of the Dominions or the time of the Siberath Order. The still hated and cursed priesthood that divided most of humanity into genetic castes, and whose disastrous legacy haunts the species to this day.
They would have remained untouched by it all, and only within the last five or so centuries, had they finally been confirmed to have actually been real.
The Ymeric’s
An entire fleet of the ancient arks had crossed into the rift, and whist humanity had been mostly struggling with itself on this side, they had been fighting constant battles of survival with the rift’s monstrous alien inhabitants.
There are no mongrelized descendant cultures with them, for there were no other gen lines to intermix with. No ‘baseliners’ or diluted sublines live alongside them, for only the toughest and smartest can survive long enough to breed at all within that hellish region of space. Scattered into highly decentralized ‘star tribes’, any planet-based cultures they try to settle barely survive even a century before being homed in on by the rifts predators.
There are no thriving worlds of high culture there, at least not for long, The first artificially grown generations had to be spacefarers and warriors from the very start of being spat out of the ark’s hominid forges. Their entire cultures forced to convert asteroids into constantly moving mobile habitats.
Vaius found the entire notion quite romantic and horrifying at the same time. No thinbloods, no intricate and corrupt nobilities. But also no refined culture, no luxuries or comforts of a civilized society, and constant fear of the darkness outside your habitat’s thin layer of rock and metal.
He made his way through the streets, to the massive compound’s ‘bathhouse’ district. Passing through the hastily set up avenues he saw them in their hundreds, groups of Kalthian men like himself, bought to this subjugated world for one thing only.
The tension in the air was palpable, everyone, including himself, had scantily clothed and groomed themselves, well-sculpted bare chests were on display, and the usual reservation on showing skin to each other had been all but abandoned. Every man had done their very best to make themselves as physically appealing as they thought they looked. Surgical sculptors must have made a killing in profit from this whole thing.
Vaius finally saw the other four members of his assigned ‘group’, he didn’t know their names nor did he care to learn them. Like them, there was only one thing upon his mind, and that was now being bought to the bathhouses via the three large transport carriages that pulled into the loading bays at the rear of the building.
There was a sudden rush of men all around him, like desperate juvenites the crowd jogged alongside the carriages while others like himself stood further back, watching the pathetic display.
Vaius couldn’t help but wince at the sight, although he was as eager as they were for his chance to be with one of the Theronnen women, the miserable sight of seeing that many so-called ‘nobles’ running to catch even a glimpse of them arriving offended every sense of decorum he had been schooled with.
“Pathetic wretches…”
He looked to his left, one of the others of his group he had been ‘assigned’ to had come up to watch the spectacle himself. The noble brushed his thin hex-weave toga down as he looked on, the fabric covering only half of his chest.
“There are windows on those transports, I wonder what they are thinking right now? Seeing all those desperate profligates scampering forward like panting Gilmurhounds in heat!”
He chuckled to himself, taking a swig from a small pocket bottle, likely malterwine.
“I’ve heard that the head overwatcher has increased the assigned group numbers by one again. That means that one Theronnen woman now has to cater for up to five or six at a time every session!”
Vaius didn’t know what to think about that, ideally, he would have wanted to be alone with one when his time came. But this particular world had only been a sparsely populated one to begin with, sixty million baseliners and other genlines and only about 18 million of those being actual Theronnen tribals, cut that in half further when you split the sexes.
“Nine million Ymeric women here in total, some still obviously hiding out in the world with the inevitable resistance, so take about a further quarter of that away, and how many of us were sent here in the fleet after the conquest?”
“At least three times that number.” He turned away as he slid the pocket canteen back into his waistbelt.
“You know, if this was just about siring children, we technically wouldn’t even have had to lay a finger on them, the overwatcher’s could have just taken eggs from them and vat fertilized them with our own seed in the vitae wombs themselves.”
“…but this isn’t just about the next generation…is it?!” He finished the sentence, grinning at the unspoken implication that they all knew in their minds.
Vaius looked down at the ground, talking more to himself than the other noble.
“Is this what we are now? Has it come to…this?!” He gestured to the growing crowd of men that had gathered at the windows of the bathhouse, the first pushing and shoves had already started as they spied the women entering the building, the crowd kept at bay by the assigned Cyberon guards.
The other man smirked again, but both of them now edged closer to the windows nearest to them, still drawn to see despite the crowd further towards the loading bay.
They both had a good view inside the building from their vantage point. Vaius’s breath stopped dead in his throat the moment he saw them, he heard the other noble gasp slightly himself.
“They…They’re Divine!”
Vaius could not disagree, his heart thundered in his chest as he saw a steady line of the Theronnen women cross the main foyer and enter the bathhouse’s preparation areas.
All of them only had on very small grey pieces of fabric, covering only their personal spaces and bosoms. Everything else was on full display and open to the air. All of their bodies were well-toned and firm, but still retained the alluring femininity he had seen in the numerous vid-slides and picts.
Their hairstyles were varied, but definitely not as Kalthian women wore them in healthier ages. Braids and dreadlocks were common, as well as shaved-down sides on some. Others had their hair shorter and spiked in various ways. The styles reminded him of the early tribal cultures that popped up in the first eras. The tattoos they had over parts of their bodies further hinted at this type of more primitive and crude society.
The most striking thing, however, was their eyes, the color had a level of saturation and intensity he had never seen before, nearly luminescent, and a radiant form of green, they also didn’t seem to have any pupils, but rather a strange ring-shaped pattern instead of the familiar dot of a conventional human eye.
Vaius could suddenly understand the behavior of the crowd before him, he could barely even control his own urges, he felt himself, pulsing and throbbing underneath his toga piece. There was no doubt that these women, although not from the Neferon genline like the Kalthians, had ancestry that had still been sourced from the same ‘root’ template that their own line was created from.
Everything about them roused something deep within him, They looked nothing like the skeletal wraith that he had seen in his youth, the picture of his presumed mother, and the differences in lineage from the masses of baseliners and mixbloods was also perfectly clear.
These were actual women. Healthy, untouched by disease and genomic abuse. There was something exotically alluring about them that hit Vaius to his core, they exuded a hint of something…primal.
“They look dangerous…” The noble turned to him, breathing heavily.
“…and I want one!”
The Kalthians had been granted access to the bathhouses not long after, as the doors finally opened. A surge of eager men, excitedly talking together as they rapidly made their way to the undressing rooms, began to flow into the main facilities.
The bulk of the compound was the bathhouses and sauna’s main modules, pre-assembled and packed at the shipyards, with the walled-off holding blocks where the women were held placed down along the sides when the transport ships constructors assembled the facilities, as this was still a world under military occupation, the complex was also heavily defended by Cyberon units and some Kalthian and Anathi operator troops.
The interiors of the facilities had been extensively decorated in line for which they were being utilized. Silhouette statues of toned women were all over the place, and the walls had intricate carvings of lewd and explicit scenes to further stimulate the men.
The Theronnen women themselves always had to be prepared by the overwatchers before the activities began. Given chemicals to both stimulate and relax them heavily without rendering them unconscious. The small chips fastened at various parts of their bodies were an extra layer to ensure their compliance, capable of delivering a painful shock if deemed necessary, although most of the time the drugs did their work.
The compound’s main overwatcher observed the multiple visual feeds upon the displays in front of him. His headcount for the night was three hundred men and the fifty women of this current rotation. Indicating that the ratio had once again been increased.
Each one would have to cater to a minimum of six men at some point in the night. But as he had already seen before, the groups generally broke down and merged together after a time, and moved between the cubicles where each woman was placed.
The overwatcher did have concerns with the numbers but remained confident that they could cater to them safely. The watcher activated the main speaker and began to address the eagerly waiting Kalthians.
“Conception event J-113 is now beginning, please be advised that the doors to the main complex will remain sealed and monitored until the event has concluded. Attendees also outnumber our available candidates considerably, so please be patient and do not start any confrontations. Cyberon observers are armed and ready to deal with any issues.”
Watching as the men made their way to the changing rooms, he double-checked the thermal scanners overlay to check for anyone carrying devices that could be used to try and free a captive, the world’s resistance had been getting more confident as the outside help increased, and several attempts had already been made by infiltrators at other facilities.
Fortunately, he didn’t detect anything in the crowds as they all began undressing. Though he wasn’t a Kalthian himself, he could appreciate the effort they had all seemingly made with themselves for the highly dubious motive of the campaign.
All of the men looked as though they had spent the bulk of their lives at an exercise club, and their skins and faces were all flawless and youthful despite most of them being close to two hundred and forty years or more in Sicronen age. Obviously, their apparent youth and vigor were entirely artificial, the result of expensive flesh sculpting and cellular rejuvenation treatments.
They represented the very last of their stellar bloodline, so it was likely that there were currently no Kalthians under their first century at the moment, at least not until the first generation from these conceptions matures from the vitae wombs.
The overwatcher flicked his eye to the right, and a new set of feeds came up on the displays, the massive sauna room came into view, a gigantic open space filled with thick but semi translucent canvas ‘cubicles’ where each sedated Theronnen woman lay waiting upon large beddings.
The whole space had been illuminated with a warm glow, and the hot steam and series of running water pieces along the edges of the room kept the area humid and wet. The air had been further laced with various pheromonal chemicals to stimulate both the men and the captives themselves further.
Giving a brief check on some of the women, he saw the glazed-over looks on their faces, the dilated ‘ring’ shape of what was apparently their pupils and the serene look upon each of them confirmed to him that the drugs had aroused and calmed them as intended. Each of them was obviously nude as well, and the humidity of the sauna had already given them a thin sheen of sweat that made their skin glisten in the light.
Back in the waiting areas, the last of the men had finished undressing, and now three hundred of them stood naked, talking and laughing to one another and consuming the drinks that were available in the waiting area.
Everything was ready to begin.
Without any further words, the overwatcher activated the main system. The Kalthians all looked at the main entrance to the sauna as the large shutter began to raise. They all fell strangely silent as the crowd slowly entered and advanced upon the warm glowing cubicles. Erections pulsed at the ready as they spied the shadowy silhouettes lying prone within each.
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