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THE MATRONS OF ZANTOR by Lana B. This story may not be re-posted without the permission of the author. PROLOGUE It was the year 2165 and space travel to distant star systems had become possible thanks to the advent of the Wellstone hyper-jump drive engine. Pioneered just five years ago this engine enabled starships to enter hyperspace and travel at several times the speed of light. With this new technology what had been considered unimaginable just a few years ago had now become plausible. It was common knowledge that this remarkable new technology would not have seen the light of day without the extraordinary contributions of Dr. Alexander Wellstone, after whom it was named. Dr. Wellstone was universally recognized as a genius in the fields of mathematics, engineering and quantum physics. Many scientists looked at him as the second coming of Albert Einstein. While a score of other engineers and scientists made significant contributions to the development of the drive no one doubted that this technology would ever have come to fruition without Dr. Wellstone's prodigious and ground-breaking discoveries. The National Space Council (NSC) was determined to get its money's worth out of this new technology. For over twenty years the NSC had bankrolled the research and development of the drive. The Council had doled out billions of dollars to make it a reality. And now that it existed the NSC was chomping at the bit to use it. For hundreds of years it had been widely debated whether there were planets on other star systems that were capable of supporting life. Some argued that Earth was unique in this regard. Others advanced the theory that out of the millions of planets in the countless star systems throughout the Universe there must be at least one other world with conditions that could sustain life. The NSC resolved that it would use its new technology to resolve the debate. And to that end the Council authorized the construction of a small starship based upon Dr. Wellstone's drive. Construction of the hyperdrive starship took two years to complete. In a rousing ceremony attended by hundreds of politicians, scientists and luminaries the NSC christened the starship the U.S. Wellstone. The NSC commissioned the construction of three more starships. The Council also created the Interstellar Fleet Command (IFC) and placed the U.S. Wellstone under its authority. The IFC contemplated the emergence of a large starship fleet and established a command structure to accommodate its prospective needs. The leadership of the IFC completed selection of the U.S. Wellstone's five man crew last month. The men were chosen for their expertise, bravery, and records of accomplishment. The U.S. Wellstone was scheduled to depart for deep space in a week. PART ONE- FIRST CONTACT Jim Mclain sat in the captain's chair on the bridge of the U.S. Wellstone and gazed at the large view screen. The starship had just pulled out of hyperspace and he could hear the engine whirl as the ship's motion dramatically decreased. He viewed the bright yellow sun in the distance. "Okay Les. What have we got here?" Lester Shamsky, the ship's Science Officer, studied his monitor at the console fifteen feet away. "It's a five-planet star system Captain." "Can you give me any details?" "We have to move in a little closer Captain." McLain turned to his left and looked at his second-in-command, Lieutenant Calvin Moore. "Take her in Cal." McLain then activated the ship's intercom. "How's the engine holding up Smitty." Tommy Smithson, the ship's Engineer, examined the display in the engineering section down below. "She's purring like a contented kitty, Sir." As the ship moved into the system Jim McLain reflected on the mission he and his crew had been assigned. Their orders were to randomly search out star systems for signs of life and, if found, to document their discovery. And if they uncovered intelligent life they were authorized to make contact. But they'd been in deep space for over two months now and had searched more than twenty star systems without success. "I've got some readings now Captain." "Let's have them Les." "Well the first two planets from the sun are completely gaseous. And the last two are solid rock. But the third planet has potential. Can we get a little closer?" "Move her in Cal." "Aye Aye Captain." McLain gazed at the screen as they approached the system's third planet. It was deep blue. "This is incredible Captain." "What Les?" "The planet has an atmosphere almost identical to Earth's. It could easily support life. There's one continent about two-thirds the size of the United States. The rest of the planet is composed of water." McLain smiled. They'd finally found a world worthy of close scrutiny. "Holy shit Captain. I'm picking up life signs." Before McLain could respond Jerry Fraker, the ship's Security Officer, broke in. "We're being hailed Captain." "From where?" "It appears to be coming from the planet." "Put it through Jerry." The ship's speakers crackled and popped. "This is High Chancellor Antara of the Zantoran Chancery. Please identify yourself." "I am Captain Jim McLain of the U.S. Wellstone. We are from the planet Earth. We are on a mission to seek out and identify life on distant star systems." "How can we know that your intentions are not hostile?" "We are on a peaceful mission and pose no threat. I give you my word. We would very much like to meet you." There was a brief pause. "My assistant will give you coordinates for a landing." McLain and his crew broadly smiled. *** The coordinates were conveyed. McLain sent a subspace message to Fleet Command and he instructed his Lieutenant to set a course for planet side. Calvin Moore effortlessly steered the starship through the planet's stratosphere. He guided it onto the large clearing. He was a skilled pilot and displayed his talents by making a perfect landing. Lester Shamsky verified his readings. "It's perfectly safe Skipper." McLain and his crew were eager to disembark. They'd seen all of the continent's cities as the starship approached the planet. From all appearances they'd stumbled onto a highly intelligent civilization. Jerry Fraker pulled the lever to engage the ramp. It touched the ground and McLain descended followed by his crew. They stood on the ground and took deep breaths. The fresh air was invigorating. They heard a noise and turned toward its origin. They set their eyes on a large vehicle approaching from the south. The vehicle slowly came to a halt about twenty feet away. A door opened and the occupant stepped out and walked toward them. McLain stepped forward to meet the visitor. He looked up and into its eyes. It looked remarkably similar to a human. It's sole distinguishing feature was its size. It was large. McLain estimated that it was over 7 feet tall and about 300 pounds. It wore a single dark brown garment which covered its arms, torso and legs. McLain was unable to discern its gender. "Welcome to the planet Zantor. I am Eltira, first assistant to High Chancellor Antara." McLain thought that Eltira sounded like a female. "I am Captain Jim McLain of the U.S. Wellstone from the planet Earth." "Yes. I know. I will bring you to High Chancellor Antara. Please come with me." Jerry Fraker secured the ship and the Wellstone's crew entered the large vehicle. *** McLain and his crew gaped in awe at the large steel buildings as they approached the city. The bright sun's reflection glinted off the structures and they had to shield their eyes with their hands. "This is Loring. It is the capital city of Zantor," Eltira announced. She weaved the vehicle through the city's wide streets and the men scrutinized the buildings. They were different sizes and shapes but they all seemed to be made of steel. The men gazed at the other vehicles traversing the streets. And they watched as the city's inhabitants strolled the shiny yellow sidewalks. They looked similar to their driver in appearance and size. Eltira slowed the vehicle to a halt in front of a large blue metal structure. "This is the Chancery Building. Please follow me." She exited the vehicle and the men followed her into the imposing steel building. *** Eltira led McLain and his crew through a series of corridors that led to a large steel door. She opened it and stepped through the doorway. She beckoned them and they followed her in. They were in a large room. In its center was a long metal table. Five Zantorans sat behind it. The one in the middle stood up. "Welcome. I am High Chancellor Antara." McLain approached the table. He looked up at Antara. Like Eltira the High Chancellor was massive. He assumed Antara was female because of her soft voice and smooth-looking skin. She had very human-like facial features and her light brown hair fell just past her ears. "I am Captain Jim McLain." "Yes. From the planet Earth you've said." "That is correct." "I am afraid that you must yield your weapons. We are a peaceful people. Weapons are outlawed on Zantor." McLain considered. The Zantorans appeared friendly and hospitable. He didn't want to anger them. And he certainly didn't want to bungle this first contact with an alien race. "As you wish High Chancellor Antara. We are a peaceful people as well. We carry weapons only for self-defense." He unholstered his laser pistol and handed it to Eltira. And he motioned his men to do the same. Jerry Fraker wasn't happy. The Captain's decision ran counter to his training as the ship's Security Officer. "But Captain...." "Just do it. Everything will be fine." The four crewmen followed McLain's orders and handed their weapons to Eltira. "Thank you Captain. Your weapons will be returned to you before you leave Zantor. Now allow me to introduce the members of the Zantoran Chancery. They comprise the Ruling Body of Zantor." "Certainly." "This is Deputy Chancellor Lashira. Next to her is Science Chancellor Quenora. Sitting alongside her is Technology Chancellor Pantera. And seated next to her is Defense Chancellor Manira." They stood up as they were announced. All of them were as large as Antara. And Antara had referred to them as female verifying McLain's suspicions. "We are pleased to meet you. Please allow me to introduce my crew High Chancellor Antara?" "Why of course." McLain made his introductions. Lester Shamsky then stepped forward and whispered into his ear. "How do they understand us Skipper?" Mclain nodded. He'd been wondering about that too. He turned to Antara. "How is it that you understand our language?" Antara looked down at McLain and smiled. "We downloaded the database from your ship's computer Captain McLain. All the Chancellors are expert linguists and had no difficulty adjusting to your native language." Shamsky's face turned red. "You downloaded our entire database? Without our permission?" "That is correct." Shamsky's face turned even redder. "You had no right! You..." McLain raised his arm and made a horizontal motion cutting him off. "My apologies High Chancellor. Mr. Shamsky is my Science Officer and the security of our computer systems is his responsibility. Your actions in accessing our computer database without authorization is a violation of our protocols." "My sincerest apologies Captain. We were unaware." "I understand. Perhaps we can have the same access to your database? We are as interested in learning about your race and civilization as you are in ours." "Of course Captain. All in good time. But I would be inhospitable if I did not offer you and your crew refreshments. We were just about to break for our evening meal. We'd be honored if you and your men would join us." "The honor is ours High Chancellor." "Good." Antara turned to her assistant. "Please escort our guests to the Banquet Hall Eltira." Eltira guided the men through a door in the rear of the room and closed it behind her. Antara immediately turned to the Science Chancellor sitting to her right. "Well Quenora?" Quenora studied the scanner in her hand. She nodded. "They are compatible." "Excellent." The Chancellors smiled. *** Eltira led McLain and his crew down a long and winding corridor which opened into a large room. A huge square table occupied the room's center. Eltira looked down at the men. "This is the Banquet Hall. Please be seated." McLain and his crew sat down on the large chairs at one side of the table. They felt like dwarves. The table's surface reached the middle of their chests. The furniture had obviously been designed to accommodate the Zantorans' substantial size. The men saw that the table was covered with food. Breads, meats, vegetables and fruits sat on round metal trays and littered the table. Jerry Fraker snickered. "Is it my imagination or do Zantorans like to eat?" The men smiled and nodded in agreement. "They didn't get that big by dieting Jerry." They laughed at Calvin Moore's comment. The door to the hall opened and Antara entered with her Chancellors in tow. The men could feel the vibrations from their footsteps. They sat down across from their guests at the opposite side of the table. Antara smiled. "Please feel free to indulge in whatever appeals to you. Most of the food is harvested from the ocean. The sea fruit and vegetables are very tasty. I think you will also find the fish to your liking. And you must try the santo. It is an exquisite beverage." Eltira moved around the table and poured santo into the metal cups. McLain hoisted a cup to his mouth and sampled it. It was very good. He noticed it had a sweet vanilla-like taste with notes of cinnamon and licorice. He took another sip and felt a soft tingling throughout his body. It was a very pleasant sensation. And then he experienced a euphoric feeling that lasted for a few seconds. It made him smile. "This is very good." Antara nodded. "Yes. The beverage is extracted from the roots of the santolan bush which grows only in the northwest sector of Zantor. It is quite intoxicating." The other crewmen sipped the santo and had similar reactions. They grinned in satisfaction as they licked their lips. Antara smiled at their reactions. "Please. Help yourself to the food men." They tried small samples of the offerings and found everything absolutely delicious. They agreed that Zantoran food was better than Earth food. They all concentrated on the fare for a good long while. McLain broke the silence. "I was wondering about something High Chancellor Antara." "Yes?" "You introduced the Chancellors as females. Is that right?" "That is correct." "Where are the males? And the children? We didn't see men or children on our trip in to the Chancery." "That is a tragic story. I do not wish to bore you with it." "Please. We are all interested." "Very well. About one hundred years ago a terrible affliction beset the male population of Zantor. Our men fell victim to what is known as the Tangoran Plague, an insidious malady which originated in the Tangor Province and quickly spread throughout our world. Within three years the plague had annihilated Zantor's males. To this day we do not know why it did not affect our females." Lester Shamsky shook his head in astonishment. "If there haven't been any males on Zantor for the last hundred years then how is it that your race hasn't become extinct?" "Zantorans have a life span of two hundred years." "Oh I see. But then isn't your race in danger of becoming extinct in the next century? "That is correct. Our scientists have been unable to develop a synthetic means of impregnating Zantoran females." Calvin Moore looked concerned. "Is our crew at risk of contracting this plague?" "No. It is uncertain whether your physiology is susceptible to the disease. But as a precaution we took the liberty of supplementing the santo you've just ingested with the antidote." "The antidote?" "Our scientists discovered a preemptive cure for the Tangoran Plague. Unfortunately the last male on Zantor died two years before the antitoxin was conceived." Antara's heartbreaking story made Captain McLain feel sorry for the Zantorans. "We hope your scientists succeed in their efforts to save your race High Chancellor Antara. Please advise me if we can be of any assistance." Antara smiled. "I will do that Captain. But enough of our problems. I am sure that you and your men must be tired. Please allow us to offer you accommodations. We have comfortable living quarters where you and your crew can rest for the evening. And tomorrow we can continue our discussions." "We appreciate your hospitality High Chancellor." "Think nothing of it Captain. I am sure that your visit to our world will be very fruitful." PART TWO- WITHDRAWAL Eltira ushered the men out of the Banquet Hall. She led them through a long corridor that connected to another building. They entered it. "This is the Residential Hall." She guided them through a series of short corridors which ended at a large red metal door. She opened it and led them in. "You will stay here for the night. This suite contains five sleeping chambers. I trust you will be comfortable. Good night," and she left. McLain and his men searched the suite. It consisted of a very large common area with a couch and a four chairs. A small open eating area was tucked away in the far corner of the suite where foodstuffs were found in a coldbox. And the common area was ringed by five private rooms which contained huge beds and separate bathrooms. McLain and Moore sat down on the couch and Shamsky, Smitty and Fraker sank into the large chairs. "Hey. Look at that," Moore announced. He pointed to the large metal pitcher and five cups which sat on the wooden table in front of the couch. He grasped the pitcher in both hands and sniffed at it. "It's santo, men." They all expressed an interest in imbibing and Moore poured the beverage into the metal cups and disseminated the drinks. *** The men discussed the events of the First Contact as they sipped at their santo. They were on their third cup and the oversized pitcher wasn't even half empty. They felt happy, euphoric and calm as they drank. "Just our luck Captain. We make First Contact with an alien species and it turns out they're a dying race." "It's still significant Smitty. It's not only First Contact with this alien race. It's our very First Contact with any alien race. Fleet Command will be ecstatic when they see our report." Jerry Fraker yawned and it started a chain reaction. They decided to turn in for the night. *** McLain removed his boots and one-piece blue uniform and he stepped into the bathroom. He stood at the disposal tank and relieved himself. He considered that the device was similar to ones found on Earth. He looked for a sink to wash his hands but didn't see one. McLain saw a red button over the small counter and pressed it. Bright yellow light illuminated the bathroom for about twenty seconds. The light then slowly dimmed. McLain looked at his hands. They were clean. He gazed at his arms and legs and he ran his hands through his hair. He looked and felt clean. "Hmm. Interesting technology." He slipped out of his briefs and climbed onto the large bed. He crawled under the heavy blanket. He yawned. He was asleep in a minute. *** McLain awoke and yawned. He felt comfortably rested. He stretched and immediately knew that something was wrong. His arms and legs were restrained. McLain looked up to his right and saw the metal bracelet on his wrist. And he also saw the bracelet's thin wire that was secured to the bedpost. McLain looked at his left wrist and then his ankles and saw the metal bracelets there too. He struggled to work himself free of the restraints but it was no use. He was securely bound. The door to the room opened and Eltira entered. Another Zantoran was behind her. Eltira held something in her hand. It looked like a jar. The other Zantoran pushed a wheeled metal cart. "Good morning Captain McLain. I'd like you to meet Ventera, Vice Chancellor Lashira's first assistant. I hope you had a restful sleep." McLain was mad. They'd ignored his restrained state as if it hadn't existed. "What's going on? Why have I been bound?" "We need to make a withdrawal Captain. You've been restrained so that you do not injure yourself. It is for your own good." "I demand to speak to High Chancellor Antara! Right now!" "I believe she is presiding over an important Chancery meeting at the moment. She cannot be disturbed. But you will speak to her soon enough." Eltira ignored his further protests and assembled the device in her hands. She attached one end of a long tube to the jar. She slipped a six-inch elastic sheath over the other end of the tube. She then handed the jar to Ventera who secured it into the beveled recession on the metal tray. Eltira looked at McLain's groin and smiled. She slipped the sheath over his penis. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?" She ignored him. Eltira turned to her associate and nodded. Ventera slowly turned a dial on the side of the cart. McLain heard the soft hum. Then he sensed the vibration in his groin. It felt quite pleasurable. He felt himself expand inside the soft sheath. He was fully erect. Ventera turned the dial. The humming grew louder. The sheath's vibrations heightened and McLain sighed. Ventera turned the dial again. The humming graduated to a fine buzz and the sheath's vibrations intensified. McLain gasped. He felt his penis throb. He impulsively moved his hips to and fro until he could hold it in no longer. He exploded into the sheath. Eltira watched as the ejaculate coursed its way through the tube and dripped into the jar. She looked down at McLain and grinned. "Thank you Captain. Your generosity is appreciated." McLain breathed heavily. He was unable to respond. *** Calvin Moore heard the commotion in the Captain's room next door. He wondered what was happening. He pulled at his restraints in frustration. He knew he wasn't going anywhere. The door to his room opened and he saw Eltira. "What the hell's going on here?" "Good morning Lieutenant. Would you care to make a deposit?" *** McLain hopelessly pulled at his restraints. He was angry. He also was humiliated at what they'd done but he suppressed his feelings as best as he could. He knew he had to keep his emotions intact. McLain was concerned about his men. Although he couldn't be sure he believed they'd been subjected to the same indignity. The door to his room opened and he set his gaze on Eltira. He glared at her. "I demand to see Antara!" "All in good time Captain. We've still got work to do." He helplessly watched in horror as Eltira slipped the sheath onto his penis once again. "You've got to be kidding me!" *** McLain was numb, dizzy and exhausted. He could hardly move within the bounds of his restraints. Eltira had visited him five times this morning. He prayed she wouldn't return. McLain felt a dull pain in the core of his testicles. He was spent. He felt completely dehydrated and depleted. It was almost as if his life's essence had been drained from him. He fell asleep. *** McLain awoke at the sound of the low hum. At first he thought Eltira had returned with her device and he shuddered. But then he realized the sound emanated from the far wall. He turned toward the wall and saw that a large panel had opened to reveal a screen. It suddenly flickered and the image of Antara materialized on it. "Good afternoon gentlemen. I hope you are resting comfortably. The Chancery and all Zantorans would like to express our sincere gratitude for your generous contributions." "I demand that you release us immediately Antara!" McLain realized that she could not hear him and he sighed in frustration as Antara continued. "I hope you do not resent what we have done. It was necessary to ensure the survival of our race. We discovered that your race is compatible with ours and we made the necessary decision to extract your semen. The propagation of our species is the Chancery's primary concern and responsibility. We sincerely apologize for any discomfort you have suffered. It was necessary to achieve the greater end. "As I talk right now over one-hundred Zantorans have been inseminated with your seed. The Chancery is hopeful that many males will be born. "I hope to see you all again soon. Good afternoon gentlemen. And thank you once again." McLain shook his head in disbelief. He instinctively pulled at his restraints to no avail. He'd hurt his left wrist pulling at the shackles and he gazed at it. And that's when he saw the thin silver band on his ring finger. PART THREE- DECISIONS Antara called the Chancery meeting to order. She looked at her Science Chancellor. "Would you like to give us an update on the propagation effort Quenora?" Quenora arose. "Certainly High Chancellor. We've inseminated over 300 Zantorans and there are 276 confirmed pregnancies. Preliminary testing has shown that 132 of the fetuses are male. The experiment is a success. Our survival is assured." Quenora sat back down. Antara arose. "The Ruling Body and all Zantorans express their profound appreciation for the noble efforts of Quenora and her associates in the Science Sub-Chancery. You will go down in history as a savior of our great race Quenora." Antara applauded and the other Chancellors followed suit. Quenora softly nodded her head in acknowledgment. She was very flattered. The applause died down and Manira arose. "May I have the floor High Chancellor? I have some concerns I would like to raise." Antara looked at her statuesque Defense Chancellor. "Why of course. What's troubles you Manira?" "Thank you High Chancellor. I am deeply troubled. We are introducing males into our culture for the first time in over a century. As they mature and become adults what is to prevent them from suppressing females as they've done in the past? It is incumbent on us that we never forget our past in order to ensure that it does not recur." What Manira had just said made all the Chancellors think about Zantor's history before the Tangoran Plague had decimated its male population. Zantoran males had dominated their civilization. They'd been the warriors of the race. They'd fought wars with competing factions and they'd protected their females and children. And they'd provided life's basic needs for them too. They'd hunted and gathered food. They'd built the magnificent metal structures that dotted the Zantoran landscape and stood on the ground to this day including the cozy dwellings in which Zantoran females continued to live. Zantoran males had made their mark on Zantor's storied history. But it had all come at a price to Zantoran females. Their educational and psychological development had been suppressed by the male ruling class. Schooling was strictly limited to males. Females were actively discouraged against advancing themselves in the Zantoran social order. They were encouraged and expected to provide support to their male mates. Their jobs were to produce children and to keep their dwellings clean and comfortable. They were looked upon as sex objects. They were second class citizens. And Zantoran females who resisted the prevailing social morals and customs were treated harshly. Some were even physically abused by their mates. For as large and strong as Zantoran females were their male counterparts were substantially larger and stronger. And the males used their imposing size and strength to physically dominate Zantoran females in the interests of perpetuating their dominant position in society. After the Tangoran Plague annihilated the male population of Zantor many of the world's females had expressed gratitude. They'd grown weary of the physical and mental abuses heaped upon them by Zantoran males. They'd propounded that in the absence of males they would be able to realize their full potential as intelligent and productive citizens. Although the cause of the plague was unknown and widely debated one of the popular theories was that it had been unleashed by a group of avenging female zealots. But whatever its cause the consequence was one of unequivocal gratitude by a sizable segment of Zantoran females who were now eager to grow and prosper as individuals in the absence of their male suppressors. And over the last century Zantoran females thrived. They'd built a new world order. One that was grounded on peace, prosperity and harmony. They'd educated themselves and learned to provide for themselves. They'd become happy. The only, and rather sizable drawback was their inability to reproduce. The Science Sub-Chancery was unable to synthetically replicate the male Zantoran seed. Cloning was tried but it too failed. The Zantoran physiology was complex and resisted attempts at artificial reproduction. But that problem was now thankfully overcome by the timely arrival of the biologically compatible humans. It was as if a higher deity had heard the prayers of the Zantoran females and answered their supplications by bestowing the Earthlings upon them. The long silence was broken by the Vice Chancellor. "Zantor's new males will be half-human. They are hybrid. What makes you think they will revert to the oppressive behavior of the primitive Zantoran male Manira?" "Ah. Excellent question Lashira. I have been studying the humans' database and I have discovered that human males also have a long history of suppressing their females. This is an interesting yet troublesome correlation. The two species' anthropological similarities parallel their biological compatibilities." Antara had listened intently to the discussion. "As I see it we must repress the development of dominant and aggressive tendencies and behaviors in these new males. We require their seed to propagate the race but we must never allow them to seize control of our society again. If they come to power in the future they would surely oppress Zantoran females. They've demonstrated a propensity do so in the past and we all know how history repeats itself. And the fact that human males are similarly inclined to suppress their females makes it all the more likely that this new male we've created with the human seed will develop dominant and aggressive tendencies and use them against Zantoran females." "But how do we restrain these new males Antara?" Antara turned to her Technology Chancellor. "Ah. That is the question Pantera. Let us all think about this issue for a few days and reconvene to discuss the matter further. We will meet here again in three days." Three days later.... Antara stood up and called the meeting to order. "We adjourned three days ago to reflect on the matter of how to repress the newly reengineered Zantoran male. Does anyone have any ideas to advance?" "Yes High Chancellor." Antara turned to the Science Chancellor. "By all means proceed Quenora." "Thank you. I have extensively studied the humans' database for the last three days. It is clear that throughout most of their history males were the dominant gender. Women on Earth have made significant advances in the last two hundred years but before that they were largely repressed. A human female's primary purpose was to provide support for her male. She would cook, clean and rear children. She would provide sexual gratification to her mate. The human female's function throughout most of Earth's history was not unlike the experience of the Zantoran female before the Tangoran Plague. But unlike the Zantoran female the human female of two centuries ago was largely content with her station in society. Indeed, many human females enjoyed it." "An interesting comparison Quenora. But what are you suggesting?" Quenora turned to the Vice Chancellor. "What I'm suggesting, Lashira, is that with one exception we adapt and modify this new male we've created to act and look like a human female did on Earth two hundred years ago." "What exception?" Quenora turned to the Defense Chancellor. "We must retain the ability of the male to fertilize a Zantoran woman Manira." Quenora paused to give her associates time to consider her ideas. Pantera broke the silence. "Is what you suggest possible Quenora? How could it be achieved?" "Excellent question. Yes, I think it can be done. Unlike our own physiology the anatomy of a human is surprisingly malleable to Zantoran genetic techniques. I believe I can alter the human DNA to achieve the desired effect. And there is an additional benefit too." "What's that?" Quenora shifted her gaze to the High Chancellor. "I would like to show the Chancellors a visual display using the humans' database. May I Antara?" "By all means." Quenora arose and stepped over to the computer console fifteen feet away. She pressed the colored panels. "I have accessed the humans' database for the time period between 1950 and 1965. This is a period in their history when females were for the most part subservient to males in every regard." Quenora pushed a small green panel and a large screen descended from the ceiling. "Please turn your attention to the screen." The Chancellors gazed at the large screen. They saw a succession of images of human females. They wore erotic clothing. And they appeared very shapely. They were all extremely attractive. "Are you saying that you could modify this new male we've created to resemble one of these females Quenora?" "Yes Antara. Our new males will look very attractive. They will be subservient to females. And they will provide the seed to propagate our race." All the Chancellors silently considered the proposition. Lashira broke the silence. "All the new males are infants. How will you test your theory?" Quenora grinned. "An excellent question Lashira. I propose that we test it on the five Earthlings." Pantera softly shook her head. "But we need them to provide their seed." "They could still furnish semen while I conduct the test. And there would be yet another benefit to reap." "What?" Quenora swung around to face the High Chancellor. "There are five humans and there are five Zantoran Chancellors. We could each claim a human for a mate. We have all been without a male for a long time." Antara grinned. "Ah. The perquisites of power. I like your proposition Quenora. When can you begin?" "As soon as this meeting is over." "In that case I move to adjourn." There were no objections. PART THREE- ATTUNEMENT McLain rested on his back in the oversized bed. He viewed the dangling bracelets wired to the bedposts and shuddered. And he gazed at the thin silver band which enveloped his left ring finger and softly quaked. He recalled the events of the past two weeks. A few days after Eltira and Ventera had made their first visit they'd returned with the cart and extraction device. Eltira had announced, "Time for another collection men." Jerry Fraker had exclaimed, "Oh no you don't!" And he'd charged them. But before he'd reached his tormentors Eltira had pressed her right forefinger and thumb together and he'd collapsed to the floor writhing in pain. McLain remembered how he'd run to his Security Officer to offer assistance. And he recalled the exquisite pain he'd experienced when he reached him. The pain had begun in his left hand and traveled up his arm and across his chest. In a matter of seconds every nerve ending in his body was screaming in anguish. McLain and his crew had learned the purpose of the thin silver bands that adorned their left ring fingers. Eltira had referred to the bands as "training rings." She'd proclaimed, "These rings will train you to comply with our directives without question. We will use them only when necessary. If you obey our commands we will not invoke them." The rest of the crew had become severely frightened when they'd seen what the rings had done to their Captain and Security Officer. So they'd followed Eltira's instructions. And as for McLain and Fraker they'd naturally complied to avoid a repetition of the agony they'd suffered at her hands. When Eltira and Ventera had made their third visit five days ago the men all complied without resistance. They'd allowed the Zantorans to shackle them to their beds and extract their seed. Not once but several times. They had no viable alternative. As uncomfortable and degrading as the process had been it paled in comparison to the consequences of opposition. McLain arose from his bed and dressed in his blue uniform. He'd discovered that the bathroom's cleansing mechanism worked on clothes as well as the human body. He was thankful because he had nothing to wear other than his uniform. He walked into the large common area and found Calvin Moore and Lester Shamsky relaxing on the couch. They were drinking santo from the metal cups. "Morning men." They acknowledged their Captain's arrival. Shamsky asked, "Can I get you some santo Skipper?" "Okay." Shamsky reached for the metal pitcher on the large table and poured santo into a cup. He handed it to McLain. "Thanks Les." McLain took a long pull from the cup. It made him feel euphoric. He considered that he and his men were quite possibly becoming addicted to the substance but there was no choice but to drink it. They weren't offered any other liquid to drink. They'd not come across any fresh water since they'd arrived in this hell-hole. Every morning two Zantorans brought them fresh vegetables and meats. And several pitchers of santo. They told McLain and his crew to avoid coming near them or they'd activate their training rings. The men steered clear of them. Moore cleared his throat. "Do you think they'll return today for another....er.... extraction Sir?" "I don't know Cal. I didn't get the memo." McLain immediately felt sorry for snapping at his Lieutenant. They all knew that Eltira and Ventera hadn't paid them a visit for five days. They were on edge. "I'm sorry Cal. I just don't know." He took another gulp of santo to relax himself. "So we just sit around and wait? We do nothing?" Calvin's voice had a slight tremble to it. McLain felt bad. These were his men and he couldn't do anything to protect them from the indignities and abuses the Zantorans had inflicted on them. He'd demanded an audience with Antara and had been ignored. They'd been securely locked into this large room and escape seemed impossible. He didn't know what else to do. "Just hang in there Cal. We'll get through this somehow." But McLain was worried. He saw that his men were highly anxious. They stayed in their rooms for long periods of time. And Calvin Moore was showing signs of depression as well. Lester Shamsky seemed to be holding up well but McLain noticed that he'd been slightly twitching the last two days. McLain told himself that he needed to be strong. Not only for himself but for his men as well. But he was concerned that there might not be a way out. *** McLain stepped into the bathroom and activated the cleansing mechanism. The bright yellow light flooded the room. He felt the grime on his body and hair dissipate as the device did its job. He deactivated the mechanism and noticed that he felt clean. But he also noticed that he felt different too. His skin felt strange as he walked. He closely examined his body and saw that he was hairless. He stepped back into the bathroom and examined his face. The gruff beard he'd grown over the past two weeks was completely gone. What's more his complexion looked soft and smooth. "What the hell?" He scrutinized himself for the next five minutes and realized that except for his eyebrows and eyelashes and the hair on his head he was completely hairless. He also noticed that the remaining hair on his head appeared to have grown a few inches longer. He brushed a loose strand of hair away from his eyes and he saw the changes in his hand too. It had a soft look And his nails appeared longer. McLain extended his arms and closely scrutinized his hands. He shook his head in bewilderment. His nails had grown over the past few weeks simply because he didn't have a pair of clippers. But now his nails looked shapely. It appeared as if someone had given him a manicure to make them look like a woman's nails. He put his forefinger into his mouth and tried to bite his nail. He couldn't put a dent in it. It was almost as if it were indestructible. He slipped into the large bed wondering what had happened to him. He was grateful that sleep overtook him in five minutes. *** McLain awoke the next morning and climbed out of bed. He took a few steps toward the bathroom and stopped in his tracks as soon as he felt the tugging sensation on his chest. He looked down and gazed at his small breasts. "Holy shit!" He ran for the bathroom and felt them softly bounce. He looked into the mirror and stared at himself in horror. He clearly had breasts on his chest. "This can't be happening!" And he also noticed that his waist looked thinner and his hips looked broader. Curves were emerging on his body. Female curves! He looked further down and received yet another shock. His penis had shrunk to half its usual size. His heart raced as he reached down and felt for his testicles. They weren't there! He felt and manipulated his scrotal sac but couldn't locate his testicles anywhere. "Where the hell are they?" He thought he could feel them inside his body but he wasn't quite sure. McLain dressed and walked into the large central room. He saw Lester Shamsky sitting on the couch and he stepped over to him. The two men looked at each other. "I see it's happened to you too Les." "Yeah Skipper. The changes started last night." McLain looked closely at his Science Officer and observed the same changes he'd seen when he examined himself. Shamsky had a smooth complexion. He had long fingernails shaped into soft oval points. The hair on his head was longer too. And his new breasts were clearly discernible under his clothes. McLain assumed that Shamsky had also undergone the other changes that were not readily observable with his uniform on. "What's happening to us Les?" "Well Captain, our physiology is changing to that of a....uh....female's." "How Les?" "I don't know Skipper. The Zantorans have obviously introduced an agent of some kind into our systems. Perhaps through our food or santo. Maybe through the air. Who knows?" "Why are they doing this?" "I'd like to know the answer to that one myself Sir." *** At McLain's request Shamsky rounded up the other men. They sat on the couch in the large common room. Their expressions varied from disbelief to dismay. McLain believed it was important for him to address his men. He was their Captain. He couldn't do anything to reverse the changes they'd experienced but he knew that he should at least try to console them. He took a deep breath. "As you all know we are going through some changes." "Changes Captain? We're turning into women for God's sake!" McLain turned to his Security Officer. "That appears to be the case Jerry. But we all have to remain calm. Don't panic." "Why do you think they're doing this to us Captain?" McLain turned to his Engineer and looked into his face. Tommy Smithson was the youngest man in his crew and was a handsome lad. Now he almost looked pretty. "I don't know Smitty. But I intend to find out." "What are we going to do Skipper?" McLain swung around to face his Lieutenant. "I'm not sure Cal. But we have to keep our heads. It's important that we don't panic. And we have to stick together. We'll think of something." Three days later.... McLain sat on the lid of the disposal tank and looked at his groin. His penis had shrunk to the point that there was nothing left of it. The only remnant was the barely discernible tip. He now had a tiny bump where his penis had been. And to make matters worse his scrotal sac had withered and crawled onto his groin where it had reconstituted itself into female genitalia. He gaped in awe and shock at his new vulva. He shook his head in disbelief as he glared at his inner and outer lips. And his clitoris. If there was any relief to be found it was in the fact that he didn't have a vagina. He wondered how long that would last. McLain gently pushed and watched in astonishment as the urine shot down from the tiny bump into the toilet below. The stream dribbled to a halt and stopped. He saw the wet spots on his groin and wiped himself dry with some tissue. He noticed how good it felt as he ran the tissue over himself. He arose and walked to the mirror. He felt his breasts tug and sway. He shook his head in disbelief and felt his long hair swirl. He gazed at his reflection and felt like he was having a bad dream. His breasts were now substantial. And he had prominent curves at the waist and hips. He turned his gaze upward and saw that his face had taken on feminine features. He observed that his nose was smaller. His lips were full. His chin ended in a soft point. And his hair fell past his shoulders. "I look just like a woman." He shook his head again. "How did they do it? In just a few days? And what do they plan to do with us?" He was dismayed and worried about what lie ahead for him and his men. He dwelt on it and became confused. "I can't understand it. If they need our semen then why'd they do this to us?" He slipped into his uniform and walked into the central room. No one was there. He stepped over to the eating area and poured himself a cup of santo. He walked to the couch and sat down. McLain sipped the santo and felt a warm sensation spread throughout his body. He took another sip and smiled. He felt a bizarre sense of well-being arise from deep within himself. He knew that he was in danger but he felt calm and relaxed. He took another few sips of the drink and felt euphoric. He heard the entrance door open and turned to his left to see Eltira and Ventera enter with their equipment. He looked at them and smiled. "Sorry ladies. You can't get any more from me now." McLain laughed. "Well at least there's one good thing about the changes." Eltira stepped over to McClain. She observed that he held a cup of santo in his hand and appeared to be intoxicated. "Come with me Captain." She led him into his bedroom where she shackled him to the bed. McLain watched the two Zantorans as they prepared their equipment. "Boy are they in for a shock." He smiled at the thought. He watched as Eltira approached him with a small tube in her hand. She sprayed his groin with it. Whatever it was it felt warm. He was a little confused. They'd never done that before. He felt a slight pressure in his groin and looked down at himself. He watched in fascination as the small bump grew. His penis emerged from within himself and slowly became larger. The process had culminated. McLain stared at his tiny erection and shook his head in disbelief. He still had his penis. It was no larger than three inches in length and an inch in circumference but it was there. And that made him smile. But his smile quickly turned into a frown when he realized what would happen next. McLain saw Eltira slip the sheath onto him. And he heard the hum and felt the vibrations. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed in exasperation. *** McLain awoke. He felt weak and fatigued. Eltira had returned to him for four additional extractions and he was completely spent. He felt the dull ache in the pits of his lower abdomen. He knew from prior experience that he needed more rest. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep. *** The sound of the soft hum and static awoke him. He blinked his eyes open and looked up at the screen. He saw Antara's image. "Hello Captain. It is so nice to speak to you again. I have good news. In an hour you will be leaving your living quarters. You will come to reside with me. You should feel very proud of yourself. You will live with the High Chancellor and be looked upon by all Zantorans with respect and revere. And I have selected a new name for you too. You will now be called Jimora. Isn't that a pretty name? I eagerly anticipate your arrival Jimora." Antara's image flickered and disappeared. He looked at the blank screen with his mouth open. *** McLain climbed out of the bed and struggled to pull his uniform on. He finally got it over his enlarged hips and ass. He slipped his arms into the long sleeves and hoisted the side zipper. Between his large breasts and long nails it wasn't easy but he finally pulled it all the way up. The uniform felt tight and uncomfortable. If his anatomy changed any further he wouldn't be able to get into it at all. As it was it was on the verge of tearing now. He knew he'd need new clothes soon if not immediately. He looked down at himself and saw the way his breasts pushed out the front of his uniform. And he saw his nipples poke out from underneath. His face reddened. As embarrassed as he already was he wished he had a brassiere. At least he'd be able to conceal his nipples if he wore a bra. McLain composed himself and slipped his boots on. He walked into the central room. He knew that he needed to address his men. *** McLain found Les Shamsky and Cal Moore sitting on the couch sipping at cups of santo. At his directive they rounded up Tommy Smithson and Jerry Fraker. McLain cleared his throat. "I just received a communication from Antara. She told me that I'd be leaving here to reside with her. They're coming for me in an hour. And I was told my name is now Jimora." McLain paused and fought hard to beat down the embarrassment he'd felt in relaying this information to his crew. "Did any of you receive similar communications?" They all softly nodded. "Okay Cal. Let's start with you." Calvin Moore's face was red. He took a deep breath. "I heard from Vice Chancellor Lashira. I'll be living with her. I was named Calostra." "Les?" Lester Shamsky seemed reasonably composed. "I received a communication from Science Chancellor Quenora. I'm going to her. My new name's Lestrina." "Smitty?" Tommy Smithson looked dumbfounded. "My call was from Technology Chancellor Pantera. I guess I'm supposed to reside with her. She said I'm Tomara." "Jerry?" Jerry Fraker looked depressed and defeated. He hadn't been the same ever since Eltira had used the training ring on him. He remained silent. "Please Jerry? It's important that we all know where each of us will be." Jerry looked like he was on the verge of tears. He managed to barely collect himself. "Defense Chancellor Manira called me. She said my name's.... Jerena now." "What do you think will happen to us Captain? Why do they want us to live with them?" McLain turned to his Lieutenant. "I'm not sure Cal. I guess we'll find out soon." "I have a theory Captain." All eyes turned to Shamsky. "Let's hear it Les." "I think they want us for mates." "Are you serious? If they wanted us for mates then why'd they change us to look like, you know....women?" Shamsky turned to Calvin Moore. "I'm not sure about that Cal. But I have a hunch." "What?" "They believe that by changing us to our present condition they can more easily domesticate us." "Domesticate us?" Shamsky shifted his gaze to McLain. "That's right Skipper. Pacify us. Tame us." "To what end Les?" "To the end that we act in accordance with our appearance. Like women. We don't resist. We avoid confrontation. Instead we accommodate them. We placate them. We submit." Les paused for a moment. "Oh. And I forgot the best part. We satisfy them. We still have the ability to do that because they stopped our conversions before the endpoint. We're hermaphrodites." "Hermaphrodites?" Shamsky turned to the Lieutenant. "That's right Cal. We possess genitalia of males and females." They all looked stunned. McLain shook his head in disbelief. "That's a lot to chew on Les. I hope you're wrong." "Me too Skipper. But I don't believe I am. Think about it. The Zantoran females have risen to a standing of dominance in the absence of males. And they don't want to relinquish it. With our involuntary assistance they've successfully re-introduced males into the equation. They'll provide the necessary seed to ensure the survival of the Zantoran race. But if left alone they'll also threaten the dominant position of the Zantoran female. What they've done to us is what the Zantoran females will do to their new males to ensure that they don't threaten their dominant standing in society." They all contemplated what Shamsky had just said. Their expressions ranged from dismay to fear. "I'm sorry if I upset you gentlemen. But that's the way I see it. We were part of a grand experiment. And now that it's succeeded we're being allocated to the Zantoran Chancellors." "Allocated Les?" Shamsky looked at Calvin Moore. His expression bordered on that of terror. "That's right Cal. Allocated. To be their happy little mates and housewives." *** The men sat and waited for the inevitable. No one had said a word for quite some time. A sense of dread permeated the room. McLain saw the need to address his crew one final time. "Listen up men. We're going to be separated soon. I don't know when we'll see each other again. I want you all to stay calm. When you leave here you've got to keep your heads on straight. Don't panic. And don't wallow in embarrassment. What was done to us is not our fault. We didn't do anything wrong. So keep your heads up and be proud. We'll find a way out of this. I can feel it in my heart. We'll retrieve our ship and we'll escape from this place. I give you my assurance." He looked at his men and thought he saw a small trace of hope on their faces. But a minute later it all but dissipated as Eltira and the other Zantoran assistants entered the room to retrieve them for their Chancellors. PART FOUR- FIRST MAN Eltira pulled the large vehicle up to the imposing green steel structure in the heart of the city. She turned to McLain sitting beside her. "This is the High Chancellor's residence." She exited the car and walked to the passenger side. She opened the door and helped McLain step out of the vehicle. Eltira led McLain to the structure's front stairwell. They ascended the steps and reached the large front door. Eltira punched a code into a device near the handle and pulled the door open. She looked down at McLain. "Enter." McLain passed through the doorway and set his gaze on the long hallway. They walked down the corridor which finally spilled into a spacious living area. Eltira pointed to a couch. "Sit there. I will retrieve the High Chancellor." McLain stepped over to the couch and climbed onto it. It was large and his feet dangled in the air. He could feel his heart race. He tried to will it to stop. He failed. He realized he was alone and entertained a notion of bolting the residence. But then he heard the approaching footsteps. He turned to his right and saw Antara pass through the archway. Antara walked to the couch and looked down at him. She considered that he looked so much more attractive than the last time she'd seen him. She smiled in satisfaction. "Hello Jimora. Welcome to my home. It is my hope that you will be comfortable here." McLain worked hard to hold back his rage. "Hello Antara. My name is Jim McLain. I ask that you refer to me by my proper name." "I am afraid that is not possible Jimora. You are no longer Jim McLain. You have changed since your arrival on Zantor. Have you not? Just look at yourself. You are ready to burst out of that silly uniform of yours. You are now Jimora. It is the Zantoran female equivalent of your Earth name. Your pretty new name fits your lovely appearance now Jimora." McLain's eyes involuntarily turned downward and he glanced at himself. Antara was right. He certainly had changed. And those changes were causing his uniform to stretch to its limits. He felt like two pounds of bologna in a one-pound bag. "We need to talk Antara." She sat on the couch next to him and looked down into his face. "Fine Jimora. What is it that you wish to talk about?" McLain felt intimidated with Antara so close to him. She was so big. He tried to dispel his fear and took a deep breath. He looked up into her large eyes. "I request that you return my ship and allow me and my crew to leave Zantor." Antara reached over and grasped one of McLain's hands in hers. She pulled it toward her and inspected it. It looked so pretty with the long nails. And it was so soft too. It felt very good to her. McLain was taken by surprise at Antara's actions. He tried to pull his hand free but it was no use. She was so much stronger than he was. And her hand was almost twice the size of his. He felt his heartbeat accelerate. She looked into his face. "Your request is denied Jimora. Your ship has been claimed by the Technology Sub-Chancery. We are analyzing your drive technology and comparing it to our own. Besides you and your crew have unfinished business here on Zantor." McLain felt Antara rub his hand. "Unfinished business?" "Why of course. We will need your seed to propagate our race until our own new males have reached maturity." McLain swallowed. "And when will that be?" "I would say in approximately 15 years." His heart literally jumped at her response. And he noticed that Antara now had his other hand in her grasp too. He hadn't even felt her take it. "Why did you bring me here Antara?" "You are to be my mate Jimora. I chose you because of your status as Captain of your ship. It stands to reason that the commander of your people be mated with the leader of the Zantoran Ruling Body." In his mind McLain tipped his hat to Les Shamsky. His theory was right on the mark. "But....but what if I....don't want to be your mate Antara?" "I am afraid you do not understand Jimora. The decision has already been made. It is not a matter for your choosing." Antara lowered her head toward his. She pressed herself against him. And she still held his hands in her strong grip. McLain tried to wiggle free to no avail. He was trapped and he knew it. He helplessly watched as her head slowly descended. He instinctively closed his eyes. McLain felt Antara's lips settle onto his and she softly kissed him. She opened her mouth and forced her large tongue past his lips and teeth. She easily found her tongue's tiny counterpart and stroked it. McLain was helpless to stop her advances. He could not extricate himself from her retainment. He managed to free one of his hands and he pushed at her chest with all of his strength. She didn't budge an inch. Antara passionately kissed him. He felt his nipples become erect and push against his tight uniform. He stopped his futile attempts at resistance. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her broad neck. Antara reached down with her right hand and grasped the collar of his uniform. She easily tore it off his torso. McLain felt his breasts spill out as the uniform was torn from him. He felt oddly relieved to be freed from the confines of the overly-tight clothes. Antara reached down and stroked his breasts. He sighed at the delightful sensations and ran his hand through her hair. They kissed and stroked one another for a few minutes more and Antara pulled away from him. They both breathed heavily. She arose and easily lifted him up in her arms. She walked to the staircase in the back of the room and ascended the steps. McLain was taken by surprise and felt his heart pound. He was fearful of falling. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her tightly. His head spun. He felt as if he were floating upwards but he knew that he was being carried in Antara's strong arms. "Why am I letting her do this to me?" he wondered. But then he asked himself, "Do I really have a choice?" Antara reached the landing and walked down the long hallway. She stopped at the large blue metal door. It was opened a few inches and she kicked it open to the halfway point and passed through the doorway. Once inside the bedchamber she kicked the door closed with the heel of her foot. Antara stepped over to the large bed and tossed him onto it. She reached down and easily removed his torn uniform. She gazed at his naked form and smiled. "You are such a pretty man Jimora." She removed her clothes and lay down on the bed. She inched closer to him. McLain couldn't decide what to do. And his indecision froze him. He felt like a deer caught in headlights. He watched with wide open eyes as she slowly approached. Antara took his mouth in hers once more. And she stroked his breasts with one hand and petted his vulva with the other. McLain gasped from the amalgam of wondrous sensations he experienced. He ran one hand up and down Antara's back and the other through her hair. They kissed and stroked one another for several minutes and Antara pulled away and climbed off the bed. "I will return shortly Jimora." He watched as she entered the bathroom and returned with the small tube. He knew what it was and shuddered. He watched as she sprayed his groin. He felt his penis emerge from within himself. He peered at it as it expanded. The process culminated and they both stared at his tiny erection. "What a pity that Quenora was unable to achieve a better result with her compound Jimora. But I will make do. Quenora has made an alteration to tailor my anatomy to your small equipment." Antara slipped back into the bed and she took his diminutive manhood in her large hand and rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger. McLain felt the fire ignite between his legs as Antara fondled him. He watched as she climbed onto him. It felt like a soft house was on top of him. He was afraid. Antara saw the fear on his face. She looked into his eyes and smiled. "Do not worry Jimora. I will be gentle with you." She lowered her head and gently kissed his lips as if to validate the promise. Antara spread her legs and lowered her hips. She enveloped his erection with her modified cavity and thrust up and down. McLain felt his penis throb inside of her. Her thrusting motions created wonderfully erotic sensations and he panted frenetically. Antara enjoyed the pleasant sensations that his penis caused within her constricted canal. The harder she thrust the better it felt. She picked up the pace. He dug his nails into her back and careened his head as she thrust faster and harder. He could feel his penis overheat from unmitigated pleasure. The throbbing intensified to the boiling point. He could contain himself no longer and he shot his warm load into her. He shrieked, "Oh my God!" Antara felt a sensual warmth spread in her vagina as she received his semen. She tingled and trembled in delight. She rolled off of him and rested on her side. She breathed heavily. McLain gasped for air. He could feel his penis shrink. Its job completed it retracted back into himself. His labored breathing died down. He was able to think straight again. "I can't believe it. I just got here and she's nailed me already." He'd planned on resisting her. He'd intended to appeal to her sense of dignity. And look what had happened in the blink of an eye. He felt his face redden. He looked over at Antara and saw the scratches on her back. And then he remembered how he'd shrieked when he came. His embarrassment deepened at the thought that he'd really enjoyed himself. He felt a tear melt away from his eye. Antara rolled toward him