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This story is complete bullshit. At least, that's what my CO told me when I tried to explain why I'd been AWOL from my unit for two weeks. It was just before he sentenced me to six months 'and soldier on' in the slammer or Colchester Military Corrective Training Centre as the British Army prefers to call it. The reason for my long sentence was twofold. Firstly, as the CO succinctly put it - "You are a lying cunt and a disgrace to the Corps," and secondly, I was based at a very hush-hush facility in Yorkshire, where people going AWOL sets alarm bells ringing, especially as I'd vanished whilst on guard duty. It would appear that for two weeks, I was one of the most wanted men in England. The 'soldier on' part meant that because of my previous good behaviour, I wasn't being kicked out of the Army.

I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor of my cell, in the corner, with my only perk - an exercise book and a pen. A perk granted after six months of keeping my nose clean and managing to resist telling the drill pig to go fuck himself. In the other corner was my bed, made in accordance with military regulations with perfect hospital corners and a top blanket stretched so tight you could bounce a coin off it. On top of the bed was all my clothing and equipment, right down to toothbrush and shaver. Every item cleaned, polished, blackened, creased and starched within an inch of its life. And each item placed precisely in accordance with the photograph on the wall. No-one in their right mind actually used the bed.

It had all started on the 30th of May 2019. As it was payday the next day, I hadn't had a drink for days and my bank account held precisely ninety-four pence. I wasn't supposed to be on guard duty but jumped at the chance of doing Taff Evan's stag for twenty-five quid. 1:17am found me checking the gates of the ammunition compound at the top end of camp and radioing in, "Location eleven checked and secure."

I hadn't heard or seen anything unusual, but when I turned to trudge off to check the doors of the Armoury, I froze. In the centre of the road that I'd just walked up was a model of a space ship. A very good model, complete with little lights, and steam escaping from vents. Stepping forward for a closer look I froze again but this time it wasn't of my doing. I couldn't move except for my eyeballs. What the fuck? Two naked girls, aged maybe thirteen or f******n, appeared in front of me - well..., not quite appeared. I could still see the lights of the camp through their bodies. No, they weren't naked, they were wearing some sort of pearlescent skintight bodysuit.

As they circled me I tried to follow them with my eyes. They spoke but not in any language I could recognise. Then one of them said in English, "We are frightening him, Vindar, we should converse in his rather limiting language."

"Agreed," said the other one, "We will need him relaxed and cooperative. He appears to be a warrior. Do you think that metal thing is his weapon? How quaint. Something that ancient would be worth a fortune back home. Are you sensing any disease or viruses."

"No, just some slight liver damage and a battle scar to his right leg. He is a strong healthy specimen, just as Arak predicted."

"We should go then before we are detected."

Everything went black.

When I awoke, I found myself naked, laying on some sort of plastic slab, unable to move. I was in a room with silvery walls lit by a weak blue light that seemed to have no source. Despite my paralysis, my senses were working overtime. The room was warm and smelled slightly of oranges whilst somewhere far away there was a faint rhythmic hissing sound.

A door in the wall swished open and the two young girls walked in. God, they were beautiful and identical, with short pixie style black hair, almost elfin facial features and little bumps as tits. Their hairless cunts were mere slits. They reminded me of the supermodel, Cara Delevingne.

"Hello," said one of them, "How are you feeling, Robinson?"

"Fucked up, need a piss and I can't move. Other than that, I'm hunky-dory. Nice of you to ask."

She nodded, "I am Vindar and this is Azani. You will be allowed to move if you promise no v******e, not that it would get you anywhere anyway."

My straining bladder made me regret the four mugs of tea in the guardroom. "Okay, whatever," I said.

"Good," said Vindar, "Out the door, turn left. The waste recycling facility is the second door on the left. The door will open automatically." With a wave of her hand my body tingled and I could move again.

The floor was warm and springy, like rubber, and the corridor had the same blue glow. I sat and had a good piss and shit, wondering what the fuck was going on. I tried to stand but something held me down. Water sprayed onto my ass followed by warm air. Standing, I turned to look at the toilet but it was empty. Where the fuck had the turd gone?

Outside, Vindar and Azani were waiting for me. "Follow us please," said Vindar. She led us further down the corridor and into what in England we'd call a bed-sitting room. The was a large square bed, probably seven feet by seven feet, two sofas, a table and three chairs. "Please, sit," said Azani, "What can I get you to drink?"

"A beer would be good," I said.

"Of course. Name it, our systems can generate any foodstuff."

"Oh yeah?" I said, "How about a pint of Harvey's Old Ale?"

"Very well, take a seat, it will be ready in 47.2 seconds."

"Where are my clothes and how do you know my name?"

"They are being decontaminated but are superfluous. We maintain a constant temperature of 305.37 Kelvin. Your name was sewn onto the front of your laughingly primitive attempt at camouflage clothing. We assume that is your second given name, what is your first?"

"Nick," I said, "Where am I?"

Vindar looked at a screen on the wall and said, "We have commenced our descent from dark matter speed. In three Earth days, we will pass back through the light barrier. We will arrive at our home planet, Draycon, in three days, seven hours, eleven minutes and f******n seconds."

"Fuck off," I laughed.

"Your scepticism is understandable," said Azani, "I could show you the view but at this speed light from stars and planets doesn't reach us. There will be a view in three days."

I laughed, "So you're telling me you're aliens, that I'm on a space ship, and we're travelling faster than light which is impossible?"

"Precisely," said Vindar, "I'm glad you understand. Travel in excess of the speed of light is a fact. It's just one that your scientists haven't discovered yet."

The table next to the sofa buzzed and a pint of beer appeared. Well, it looked like Harvey's Old Ale. Fuck me, it tasted like it too!

"Whilst we were on your planet, our systems scanned every computer, we can replicate pretty much anything. Your encryption standards are primitive and on your return, you may wish to tell NASA that 'mommylovesanal' is not a secure password. Oh, and only DNA firewalls are secure, but they are a long way off."

"So you've travelled halfway across the galaxy to a***** me? A Lance Corporal in the Royal Signals?"

"Just over three-quarters of the way actually," said Azani. "For three Earth months we have been orbiting the Earth tucked behind your space station. We studied the DNA of every living human. You are the most genetically pure human on your planet, which is why we need to borrow you for a while."

"If your systems are so smart, why didn't you just replicate me?"

"Because it's not you we want, it's your sperm. We've tried replicating it but it didn't survive the journey to Draycon. We need it fresh."

I swallowed, "For what?"

"To test. To see if human sperm is compatible and can help us repopulate our planet."

"Fuck! So you're not human? You look it, apart from your skin which by the way looks normal now."

"Almost human. A few minor differences, mainly brought about by evolution. We believe that a hundred million years ago we were the same. On Earth, it was necessary for us to wear a thermal skin coating. The climate on Draycon renders clothing unnecessary. Anyway, fifty years ago, our planet was hit by an energy wave from a star called Alpha 7761 when it went supernova. We'd been expecting it for eight hundred Earth years so had made preparations. All life was wiped out but plasma computers commenced replicating every living creature and plant. Unfortunately, the computers responsible for recreating all Drayconians were destroyed when a mountain collapsed. But there was a fallback. A single computer a great distance away but it was only capable of generating one female and one male, two million times over. Azani and I are not sisters, we are clones. All one million females on Draycon are genetically identical, as are the males. We can reproduce but only succeed in producing more clones. We need to break out of the DNA prison we are in."

"If you were expecting it, why didn't you evacuate? Move to another planet?"

Vindar shrugged, "A move would have used up our planet's resources before even a quarter of the population had been moved. Who would go? No, the decision was made via a popular vote, to go down the recreation route."

"So, you want me to fuck a million beautiful women?"

"No," laughed Azani, "Our people will simply extract the sperm you produce for a while and then you'll be returned to Earth. If it is successful, we have many ships ready, each capable of carrying five thousand females. They will be deposited around your planet to have sexual intercourse with a designated male. We are all genetically perfect and our scientists can control ovulation. Successful fertilisation is 98.3% certain."

"You have to understand," said Vindar as I sipped my beer, "That no female has ever set eyes on a male who is different from our cloned males. If you were seen, there could be rioting. You don't realise how boring life is on Draycon. Imagine going into a bar and every woman is identical. Not only do they look the same, but they also laugh at the same jokes, dress the same and have identical tastes in art, music and food. It doesn't matter which one you pick, you get me. It's the same for females looking for males. Fuck, it's boring."

"But won't this make your males redundant?"

"To a degree, but they'll still be virile in sixteen or so years when the offspring of this experiment can reproduce. And this isn't a one-off experiment. If successful, our ships can make many return journeys a year."

"But won't half the offspring be male?" I asked.

"No, males produce sperm that carry either the X or Y chromosome. X is female. Our scientists have created a d**g that kills sperm carrying Y chromosomes. Only females will be born initially."

"You said, "Extract my sperm?"

Vindar and Azani exchanged glances before Azani said, "It will be extracted medically, whilst you are sedated, to ensure that every sperm is removed. This will be done three times giving you four days between to recover and replenish your supplies."

"If it's that simple, why are you sending women to Earth? Wouldn't it be more efficient to bring five thousand men here, extract their sperm and use it to artificially inseminate fifty thousand females?"

"In theory, but impractical. The ability to wipe human memory is a thing of science fiction. This isn't Men in Black. Confirmation that intelligent alien life exists and that humans were fertilising aliens would cause untold social upheaval on Earth."

"But I might talk."

Azani laughed, "So what, you're not five thousand men. You'd just be another crank."

"I guess so," I said, "Anyway, how can this thing go so fast and not be vapourised when it hits something the size of a speck of dust?"

"We avoid large objects like stars, planets, moons and large asteroids by our onboard computers making millions of course calculations every second. Smaller stuff is dealt with by an ion shield which projects one light-year ahead of us and acts as a sort of snowplough, clearing a path."

"That must take enormous power?"

"Yes, but we are a very small ship and we have two proton drives. At the moment our quantum transformers have reduced you to the size of a grain of sand. It saves on fuel and provides a smaller surface area. On arrival at Draycon, the ship and we will be returned to normal size."

"So I'm actually inside that tiddly thing I saw? Flying through space?"

"Yes. Now, you were out for nearly two days so could do with a shower. It's through that archway and is a particle shower so no soap or water. Just stand on the disc, raise your arms and the system will do the rest."

I drained my glass and walked towards the archway but turned and asked, "How old are you two?"

"I'm forty-four and Azani is forty-two in Earth years. When the energy wave hit, in addition to wiping out all life, it also wiped out all disease, viruses and bacteria. That, plus the fact that our atmosphere contains five percent more oxygen than on Earth, means our life expectancy is currently around three hundred years. We age much slower. Of course, that will change once infections, cancers and heart disease arrive from Earth. But that is a good thing, our ecosystem must be rebalanced. Before the great destruction, our life expectancy was much like yours."

Fuck, I thought to myself as I stepped into the shower, experienced women in their forties but with the bodies of pre-pubescent teenagers! I grinned as I raised my arms. As I rotated on the turntable, I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to fuck either of them. Opening my eyes, as I passed the archway, I saw Vindar and Azani staring at my crotch. I didn't need to look down to realise that my thoughts had generated a massive hard-on.

When the machine stopped and I stepped out, Azani sighed, "Oh my!"

"Never seen a cock before?" I joked.

Slowly, Vindar nodded, "Yes, but unfortunately the only male subject that the computer could clone had a four-inch penis. Yours..., yours is much bigger. Are you hungry?"

"Not particularly."

"Good," she said, taking my hand and leading me to the huge bed.

"Why is it so big?" I asked dumbly.

"One of the perks of volunteering for this mission. We get to be the first to receive your sperm if we want. We might be the first to produce non-cloned babies."

"Jeez, but don't you have to test compatibility? Isn't it risky?"

"No," said Azani, "On Earth, some women fuck dogs but they don't give birth to half-human puppies. Nature has a way of dealing with incompatibility. It will either work or not work." As she finished speaking she pushed me onto my back and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Fuck, she could kiss! Unseen hands grasped my eight-inch shaft and began to stroke it.

Azani moaned as my hands moved to her little tits and I pinched her nipples. She whispered into my ear, "Our bodies have only just reached sexual maturity. We are not virgins but we've only had little cocks inside us. I want to be the first to feel a real cock inside me."

I groaned, rolled her onto her back and watched in amazement as she crossed her ankles behind her head offering herself to me. Her actions parted her slit slightly giving me a view of her shiny wet interior. She looked incredibly tight and I knew I wasn't going to last long. I hadn't seen my girlfriend for a week so had a full load to get rid off.

Azani looked at me intently as I rubbed my swollen head along her slit. Instantly, it shone with her creamy juices. Because of her position, I was going to have to push virtually vertically down into her. As much as I was keen on a good fuck, I didn't want to hurt her. Was I about to screw a forty-two-year-old woman or a f******n-year-old girl? What would the law say? Fuck it, what law applies halfway across the galaxy?

I'd fucked maybe a dozen women but none felt as tight as Azani. Even slick with her cream, I had to push quite hard to get my head in. She gave a long moan which was cut off by Vindar leaning over and kissing her with incredible passion. I suddenly realised that actually, I wasn't one hundred percent certain which was which. I hadn't made a conscious effort to track them as they had moved around the room. This could be interesting over the remainder of the journey.

With my weight on my arms, I worked my cock as gently as I could, edging it in maybe a quarter of an inch at a time. When I was about halfway in Azani released her legs and pressed her heels on my ass. Hoping I'd read the signal right, I slid straight in until with an inch to go I reached a wall. Her cervix? Fucking hell!

Oh my god, what a feeling! It was as if a thousand, tiny, slippery hands were squeezing and massaging my cock. I didn't move, just held myself still, buried deep, as her little cunt pulsed and gripped me. Her hands clawed at the black bed covering and her heels raked my back. Fuck me, she was cumming! Her entire body pulsed and glowed as she arched her back, lifting Vindar with her. The room echoed with a strange warbling scream. My cock was held like a vice, so tight it made me wince, abruptly cutting off my own approaching orgasm.

Vindar rolled to her right. Now I could see Azani's beautiful face. She was breathing hard and her eyes were sparkling like diamonds. No, it wasn't diamonds, it was little flashes of light. Vindar was on her knees saying, "Come on, me now."

Denying Azani her sperm, with some effort I eased my cock out, making her sigh. Vindar's head was on the bed with her perfectly shaped ass in the air. She had the most beautiful anus I'd ever seen, round and pink with little ridges running inwards towards its centre. Another time maybe. Her hand was reaching back between her legs with two fingers in her cunt, preparing herself for me.

She was just as tight but my cock, coated with Azani's cream, went in easier until it too was stopped by her cervix. This time I fucked her, slowly but with determination. As she clawed and gave long moans, I felt my balls tingle. Azani was behind me and said into my ear, "Pump your seed into her, then me."

At first, I wasn't sure what she meant but realisation dawned when she climbed onto Vindar, pressing her small tits into her back. Their cunts were now only inches apart. I gripped Azani's hips as I fucked Vindar with long strokes, taking care not to bottom out and hurt her. I suddenly realised that on Draycon, I would hit the cervix of one million identical women! Vindar came exactly the same way as Azani, clenching, pulsing and glowing with a long warbling scream.

My cock swelled and I roared as a torrent of sperm streaked up through my cock. After two spurts I had the wherewithal to pull out and ram my cock into Azani. She cried out as I emptied the remainder of my balls into her.

"Jesus Christ," I groaned as I rolled off to the left and laid on my back panting hard with my eyes closed.

I became aware of Azani trying to climb over me so I opened my eyes. She was gasping, looking worried and trying to reach for the shelf by the bed. "The scanner," she wheezed.

All I could see was a circular piece of matt black plastic about the size of a dinner plate. Reaching for it, I handed it to her. With a gasp, she put her palm on it and closed her eyes. Cool air rushed in from overhead vents.

Both of them breathed deeply before Vindar to finally said, "For your comfort, we set the atmosphere on the ship to that of Earth. We are not used to exertions in such rarified air. The life support system is now boosting the oxygen level to that of Draycon. You may feel a little dizzy for a while."

In fact, I felt the opposite - invigorated and refreshed. "Now I'm hungry," I laughed.

Fifteen minutes later we sat down to system-generated fillet steak with mushroom sauce and salad, banoffee pie with ice cream, a bottle of Shiraz and Java coffee. Sitting back, Vindar said, "Wow, that was good, I think my baby enjoyed that."

"Mine too," laughed Azani, rubbing her tummy.

I laughed, enjoying the joke. Vindar looked at me and said, "We're serious, we're both with c***d."

"Don't be ridiculous," I laughed.

"Don't forget we are genetically perfect and we're not quite human," said Azani. "A Drayconian woman knows within minutes whether her egg has been fertilised."

"And because of our oxygen-rich atmosphere, our gestation period is much shorter than yours," said Vindar, "Our babies will be born in four months."

"Fucking hell!" I said, "I'm going to be a father?"

"Twice," laughed Azani.

"Jeez, so we're compatible? Sexually?"

"Looks like it," said Azani, "But we're just two out of a million. Our scientists will use your sperm on a much larger sample of our female population."

I looked at them both and said, "So I guess that means I they'll be expecting me to arrive with a full load? No more sex?"

Vindar grinned, "No, while our meal was being prepared and you were talking to Azani, our medical scanners were comparing your body now to when it arrived. Our systems constantly scan and monitor the physiological status of the three of us, it's standard procedure during deep space travel. Since we increased the oxygen level onboard, your sperm production has risen by 43.8%. You'll have plenty, plus they will give you a few days to acclimatize and recover."

"Also," said Azani, "Our extraction of your sperm was pre-authorized. Why do you think there's only one bed? We didn't know, in fact, don't know, if your body can survive trans-galactic travel. But don't worry, our systems show that you are fine. Interestingly, in the short time you've been breathing our simulated atmosphere, your life expectancy has risen by 12.3%."

"Anyway," said Vindar, pushing her chair back and standing, "We should sleep now. The ship will soon go into simulated night mode."

As we walked over to the bed I asked, "So how long is a day on Draycon?"

"Pretty much the same as on Earth," said Vindar, "It is the optimum period for the creation of life and evolution. You will find that much is very similar."

"And just now, when we were having sex, you two..., I mean..."

"Kissed? I suppose that's one of the aspects of life on Draycon that will surprise you. The vast majority of Drayconians are bisexual but don't worry, it's not compulsory. And since the great destruction, polygamy is common - if mates are identical, why not have more than one?"

"So you two...?"

"Are a couple? Sort of but promiscuity is very common. Although we are all clones and our upbringing will cause us to develop differently, essentially we are the same. From a male's point of view, he might as well fuck any female. The same for women as all male bodies and cocks are the same. But yes, we have become very close on this mission."

"What Vindar is saying," said Azani, "Is that we fucked our way across the galaxy. Would you like to watch? Feel free to join in."

"Fuck yeah!" I blurted which made them laugh. My only experience of watching lesbians had been in a Berlin sex club on a rugby tour two years previously. Actually, it had been pretty crap. It was obviously an act with lots of "Ya, ya" and fake orgasms. It didn't help that I was as pissed as ten men at the time.

I sat back on the bed with another beer, ready to enjoy the show. It was immediately obvious that there was much more to their relationship than they had let on. I'd expected them to get straight down to it but instead, they stood facing each other, gently touching each other's arms and faces. They kissed, tentatively, like it was their first kiss. Again I had to remind myself that these small nubile bodies were over forty years old.

Holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes, they climbed onto the bed and laid down facing each other, smiling. It was such a delicate and intimate moment I felt I ought to leave them alone but had no idea where to go. Another part of me, of course, was transfixed. At this point, I have to admit that I'd completely lost track of who was who, not that it really mattered.

They began to whisper to each other but in a language I didn't understand. As their fingertips stroked each other's hips, they both giggled and looked at me. Then it was like a switch had been thrown. They spun into the 69 position and attacked each other's cunts with unrestrained passion. The room was filled with slurping and moans. I moved a couple of times to try and see better but most of the time I was looking at bobbing heads.

I'd never seen lesbians in genuine action and was surprised at how many times they came. In fact, I was quite jealous of their ability to cum repeatedly. They rolled around the bed but stayed attached to each other. My cock felt like it would burst. Again and again, their bodies glowed, flashes of light came from their eyes and they gave the now familiar warbling scream indicating another orgasm.

Finally, panting like marathon runners, their faces covered in saliva and cunt juice, they parted. One of them looked at me and said, "Who do you want to suck your cock? Me or Vindar?"

"I..., ah...," I stammered, caught off guard by the question.

Azani crawled over, looked up at me and took my entire cock down her throat. "Fucking hell!" I exclaimed in surprise.

Vindar laughed at the expression on my face and said, "We've both been looking forward to doing that. No-one on Draycon has deep throated a real cock for fifty years. We've been practicing on each other."

"Each other?" I said as I felt Azani's nose on my abdomen.

Vindar reached for the black disc, placed her hand on it and closed her eyes. I watched, stunned, as a nine-inch black cock grew from her mound. Chuckling at my expression she said, "Whilst our computers can only generate cloned flesh, it is a simple task to generate synthetic prosthetics. It's much better than the awkward harnesses that lesbians have to use on Earth."

Azani released my cock and sucked in air as saliva ran down her chin. Looking over her shoulder she nodded to Vindar before resuming her sucking. Vindar crawled over, her cock swaying and said, "Although we could have done this, we constrained ourselves to small prosthetic cocks. We wanted the first cock to really stretch our cunts to be a real one."

Azani moaned on my cock as Vindar forced the black cock into her from behind and began to fuck her. Effectively, we spit-roasted Azani. I got onto my knees, grabbed Azani's head and fucked her throat hard. I don't know why Vindar chose an eight-inch cock, Azani couldn't take it all but perhaps she got off on having her cervix battered.

Trust me guys, you haven't lived until you've seen a woman glow and sparks of light shoot from her eyes as you force her face onto your abdomen. Azani came, her nails digging into my ass as my cum shot straight down her throat.

The next three days were a blur of sex. Truth be told, there's not much else to do on a space ship controlled by computers. Things even got kinkier as Azani grew herself a cock and fucked my ass as Vindar sucked me off. Azani even wanted me to grow a cunt but Vindar, who was technically in charge of the ship, vetoed the idea as we had no idea of the possible effect on my internal organs. They compromised by growing me a clit. They enjoyed the novelty of sucking it but of course, I felt nothing.

As we approached Draycon I was surprised to see that it looked very much like Earth, with clouds, oceans and high mountains. We landed at some sort of vast spaceport where dozens of colossal spacecraft were arranged in lines disappearing into the distance. "They're the transport freighters," said Azani, "But will shrink down once in space."

It was really strange walking out into a sort of terminal building where everyone man and woman looked identical. Looking around, I suddenly realised that I had no idea which was Azani and Vindar. They seemed to have vanished. I was taken by people in lab coats into what appeared to be a hospital ward. They were very friendly and helped me settle in. After a few days, I was visited by a guy who said he was the President. He thanked me for helping his planet and hung a medal on me. I asked about Vindar and Azani but he simply said they were undergoing medical tests. The next day I was anesthetised.

I remember nothing after that until I woke up on a bench in a park half a mile from my barracks. I was arrested as soon as I walked up to the gate. In front of my CO I told him what had happened, even showing him my strange medal but he just said, "Complete bullshit," and handed down his sentence.

It's 5.40am now, and will soon be reveille. This isn't a prison as such although there are cells and a big fence. You spend pretty much every waking minute in training - foot drill, gym work, assault courses, more drill, weapon handling and hours on the firing ranges. They say that some of the best soldiers in the British Army are those who have done six months in Colchester.

Thankfully, today is my last day. I kept my nose clean, worked hard and will be leaving with a glowing report. But it hasn't all been plain sailing. Two months into my sentence my girlfriend dumped me, bitch. Then a week later my mother was run over by a number s*******n bus. My father died years ago and I was their only c***d so I was let out for two weeks on compassionate grounds to organise the funeral with an aunt. So it looks like the Army will be my family from now on.

I got up off the floor to give my kit a final once over before the 7am inspection when the was a noise off to my left. A sort of swishing sound. Sitting on the floor, steaming and flashing was Vindar and Azani's little space ship.

"Have you missed us?" said a voice behind me.

"Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me!" I said as I turned. They were as beautiful as ever, in their pearlescent thermal skin. This time though they were wearing wristbands that said, 'Vindar' and 'Azani'.

"How long have we got?" asked Vindar.

"About fifteen minutes," I said.

"Mmmm..., rules out a fuck," she said.

"I thought you'd forgotten me," I said.

"Aw..., did you miss us," said Azani, "We couldn't travel until we'd had our babies. You'll be pleased to know that human sperm is definitely compatible, so far sixty thousand Drayconian women have been fertilised."

"Wow," I said, "So have you come back for more?"

"No," laughed Azani, "We've come back for you."

"Me?"

"It's our fault you're in here. Our ships have been scanning the prison computers during your stay. We know about your girlfriend and mother. There's nothing for you here on Earth anymore. We thought you might like to come and meet your daughters."

"They're here?" I said.

"No, on Draycon. We're offering you a new life on Draycon, with us."

I rubbed my chin before saying, "Is polygamy still legal there?"

"Why Azani," said Vindar, "I do believe that's a proposal!"

"Give me a few minutes," I said as I grabbed the exercise book and pen. Five minutes later I put it by my polished boots on the bed. I'd love to be a fly on the wall of the official enquiry as to how I escaped from a locked cell and vanished off the face of the Earth. If you're reading this, then I guess the book was presented as evidence.