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Wild world Prologue As the judge enters the room, I stand up, just as everybody else in the courtroom does. He sits in his bench, everybody else, but me, sits, and then he looks straight into my eyes and says, "Having heard all evidences presented in this case, I concluded that the accused is guilty of raping and murdering a young woman." "Do you wish to say something before I give my sentence?" So, I am doomed, and with nothing else to save, but my pride, I answer, "Yes, your honor, I want to say again that I am innocent of the charges and that I have been framed." The hate transpiring from his eyes shows me that he feels sick about my words. Then he speaks the words that will change my life forever, "In spite of all proofs presented in this case you still refuses to show the smallest sign of remorse, so I have no other choice than sentencing you to the full extent that is allowed to me." "You are condemned to personality death." "Your consciousness will be downloaded into the body of a young female, stripped from all your memories, and you will be transported to the Wildlife Reservation world of RTC87a, to live in the local primitive human society of that planet." "And by showing no remorse, I condemn you to stay there until your natural death, your present body shall be destroyed as soon as the transfer is successful." I was devastated. Rape murder is considered a terrible crime in our society. In order to scare other people of doing the same thing our law system developed this cruel sentence: to be transformed into a woman and transported to live in a society where women had no right at all about their sexual lives. I knew that because, as an anthropologist, I studied that particular kind of society in detail. Mankind admittedly originated in a single planet, named "Earth", but this is all it is known from this elusive world. It developed space travel and dispersed among the stars, nobody really knows how many years ago. Many long travel time colonial expeditions, the half legendary "generation starships" (because many generations were born during travel time) were presumably sent in all directions pf space. This happened long before faster than light (FTL) engines were invented, about 400 years ago, such that almost all inhabitable worlds in a large portion of the Galaxy contained human colonies. As the FTL became available, the most developed colonies formed what is known today as the "Seven star federation." Mankind went again to the stars, but this time, being able to explore them. It was an adventurous time, many expeditions were lost, as the famous case of the starship Aghaton, which went away to explore and never returned, probably destroyed somewhere in the space. The federation quickly grew as more colonies were rediscovered, but in some worlds the civilization regressed to stone age levels. The first attempts to contact these worlds, obviously, resulted in tragedy, so that it was quickly decided these planets should be left on their own, maintained as wildlife reservations. RTC87a was one of these planets. The personality death sentence had always been subject of polemic. Some people maintained that this was a cruel punishment and should be abolished. Before all this started I did not agree with this opinion. At that time I argued that this was better than death sentencing, which had been used by our society many times in the past with the same intent. Most sexual offenders felt scared about this possible fate and nobody knows how much rapes had been prevented because the fear of being transformed into a girl living in a primitive society. Besides that, in most cases the offender was reintroduced in the society after living some time as a woman and, contrary to the first transformation, the memories of the period as a girl were not erased when the subject returned, this had a deep pedagogic effect. Of course, when I had these opinions I never expected to suffer this kind of punishment myself. All this changed when that young intern, a 21 year old brunette anthropology major, was found murdered in the Exoanthropology Institute's parking place, with obvious signs of being a victim of sexual violence. Everybody was aware that I, the senior researcher for anthropology studies, had been "friendly" to that girl and that she refused my advances. When they found her I felt sorry, but then the nightmare started. Evidence after evidence "proved" that I was the offender and I had no way to dispute that since I did spend that night alone in my apartment, with no witness to support that. The fatal blow came when the DNA analysis showed that the sperm found in her body belonged to me. I was arrested and everybody tried to make me confess, saying it would be better if I pleaded guilty. I, as the stubborn arrogant fool I am, refused that. I am innocent and could not plead guilty for a crime I did not commit. In my new perspective this was worse than a death sentence. In my eyes the judge did condemn me to being raped every day for the rest of my life. Of course, in the primitive culture of RTC87a, this was not considered rape, there was no such a concept in that society, simply because women there have no right to deny having sex with any man. At least I would be spared of the shame, without my memories I would be "one of the girls" and think of this as a fact of life. The judge stands up again, as everybody else in the courtroom does, and I'm conducted by the armed guards to my cell. They close the door and leave me alone, to face my future. *** I passed through all the phases: denial, rage, sadness and depression, until the day came when my sentence was executed. My depression was so overwhelming that I didn't fight at all when the two male nurses, both as large as a wardrobe, came, put me in the hospital bed and inserted the intravenous injection in my arm. This injection contained the liquid which would prepare my brain for the reading of my consciousness. Just for sure, in case I changed my mind in the last minute and tried to fight back, they set the bed restraints very tight. The liquid began to make effect almost instantaneously and I was set into a fuzzy state of mind. The nurses left the room. I was still awake when I heard the door opening again. I recognized Dr. Mara, my colleague and political adversary in the Exoanthropology Institute. She approached my bed and I remember to ask, "What the hell is she doing here? she never liked me at all!" As to answer to my silent question, she said, "You are surely asking why I am here." "You see, I could not let you go without giving me the satisfaction to tell that I was the one who framed you." That would make sense, she, as the senior researcher for biological studies would have the skills, as well as the contacts, to produce the overwhelming evidences, including my DNA, that had been presented as the proof of my guilt. I called all my strength to fight that drug, but could only say, whispering, "Why?" "Isn't that obvious? Without you here I will be naturally selected as Dr. Rhom's successor as director in the Exoanthropology Institute, when he retires next year." So that was it? Just a professional dispute and she had murdered a young girl, faking her rape, and framed me for that? She continued, "I cannot let you go without knowing everything I prepared for you." "I bribed the transfer technician who will install your neural implant. You will keep your memories in the new body, sure it will help you to live there with all anthropological knowledge you have." "Of course, we have to install the neural implant, so we have to block something else: we will block the speech center in your brain. You will not be able to talk." Oh, she was so nice! I would also be fully aware of everything I would live there, without the possibility of defending myself, but she had something else to add, "I also hired the geneticist who built your body." "You will be granted hyperfertility. You will produce many fertile oocytes at every menstrual cycle, so you will in most cases, perhaps all, be pregnant of multiples. We calculate up to seven embryos each time." "I suggest you to make all efforts to get pregnant as soon as possible, you know, hyperfertility comes with a collateral effect, the menstruations are particularly severe, you will feel much pain, loose large quantity of blood, in essence, get seriously sick, perhaps even die, if you fail to get pregnant." "And just to complete, your active fertile life will take over 40 years to end, isn't that cute?" I didn't know that the grudge she held against me was so intense. With the final sign of conscience I had I was still able to think, "What would she say if she knew that I was not interested in Dr. Rohm's position at all, and that I was originally planning to leave the institute the month after that girl died?" New life When I woke up I was lying with my back against some kind of grass, looking directly towards the clear blue sky. I moved my arms, feeling immediately the discomfort of being in a body which was not mine and moved them to my line of sight. I have now small hands and thin arms, clear of the muscles I had when I was a male. I sat and looked down. I was wearing some kind of leather dress, tied in the waist by a chord. Inside the dress I could see the two large breasts I now possess. I moved my legs to a more comfortable position and felt the weight of my body distributing over my large hips. I had also some kind of leather moccasin in my feet, but their sizes were excessively small. I stood up with difficulty and analyzed the environment I had been inserted into. The sun was low in the sky. I was not aware of RTC87a in particular, but I knew it was a temperate planet orbiting the comfort zone of a single G or K star and that its tilt axis was somewhat inclined with reference to the orbit, as usual for habitable worlds. I knew also that the day and year duration was similar to what I was used to, but that was all I knew abut the planet's astronomy. It was an empirical fact that mankind, when it first spread around the galaxy, sought worlds with those characteristics to colonize. Some adepts of obscure theories suggested that these were the original characteristics of the Earth, the half mythological planet in which mankind first evolved as a species, others suggested that these are simply the characteristics which are needed for human life to develop. I never bothered about these discussions. My specialty was the people, not the physics, in the exoanthropology field. I knew, however, that the sun was now situated clearly to the south of the zenith circle, so I was in one of the two large continents at the northern hemisphere (that much I knew about that planet's geography). That was good news, because I saw that my skin was pale as the people who lived there. It would be much harder if I also had the "wrong" skin color, in addition to the "wrong" gender. I saw a small lake located close to where I was. I went there to drink some water, I, that is my new body, was thirsty. Before leaving I saw something next to where I was lying. It was a stone knife. I picked it up and held tightly in the chord belt I had around my waist. It was difficult to drink with the hands in that lake, but finally I managed to quench my thirst. When I finished I stayed there to see my reflection in the lake. I have somewhat large blue eyes, thin nose and a small mouth, with naturally red and filled lips, all wrapped by long blond curly hairs. The whole set was harmonic, so, at least I was pretty. Without thinking straight I said aloud, out of sarcastic resignation, "At least I will have no trouble finding a mate." but what came out of my mouth was, "Aahhng aaht... " and some other senseless noises. Then I remembered what Mara said about my speech center, it was true, I was unable to talk. Not that talking would help me now. I knew from my previous profession that this kind of "relocation" was made introducing the subject in a radius of about 40Km east of the next human settlement, to minimize the interference with their societies. The idea was to put the disoriented subject close enough so that she would be eventually found by the other humans, but not that they could be present when the subject was transported with the whole technological apparatus of a more advanced space society. The "east" part was based in the simple empirical fact that human beings, when left alone, tended to drift westwards. I had no reasons to doubt Mara's words about the hyperferitility issue, but this doesn't mean that I had to be happy with the perspective of finding a man to have sex with me, so that I would get pregnant. I had many days before that necessarily happened. I thought about what I had to do in the present. My first actions would be directed towards securing food and water. I knew that the humans in that world were hunter-gatherers. I had no hunting tools, so I would have to resort to the gathering part, which, by the way, was a woman's job. I knew that the women in that part of the planet used to collect small fruits and some sort of wild root as a food source. I knew also that the root was actually poisonous and that a complex cooking ritual was needed to make them edible. So I decided to limit my collection to the fruits. As for the water, I had to find a way to carry the water with me, unless I wanted to get stuck close to that lake. I knew also that there was a sort of fruit with a hard skin which the natives used to make recipients. I searched the border of the forest near the lake and, with luck, recognized the fruit. With the help of the stone knife I opened a small hole in the skin and removed the content with the help of a wooden stick I found nearby, leaving only the hard skin and then washed everything, tasting the water until the bitter taste of the fruit disappeared. I filled the recipient with water and began walking in the forest, to collect the fruits and start my new life. Ugha I wandered the forest for three days, trying to get the protection I could for the nights in holes I found in the ground or in the trees. Of course I always probed them to see if they weren't already occupied by some nasty animal or insect, before entering into them. At the midday of the third day I finally climbed a hill and from there I had a panoramic view of kilometers of forest. I searched and finally found what I was looking for: smoke. As everybody knows, where there is smoke, there is also fire (and most probably a human being too). I calculated the position and the distance of that fire and went to search for it. I walked many hours in the wood and lost orientation, but at some point I began smelling the smoke. Guided by the nose I went there and found a clearance spot in the woods. At its center there was a fireplace, clearly artificial. Sitting nearby there was a man. He had beard, mustache and long hair which seemed to have seen water only in the last rain, many many days before. He was tall, I guessed about 20 cm taller than my new body. He was wearing something that seemed a leather shirt and leather hose. He was roasting a sort of animal leg he hunted, looked like a bird. It was improbable that he was still having his lunch so late in that day. It was more likely that he, somehow, found out about my presence in the forest and lit that fire to attract me. I looked towards him and he looked back and said something in a language I wasn't aware of. I used some gestures and my weird noises to tell him that I could not speak and he did a gesture that was universal, he took the piece of meat from the roasting animal and offered to me. After three days eating only fruits I was starving and went almost running towards that piece of meat. It was delicious, and, I noticed, salty. So the native had knowledge about using salt to cook. When I finished eating he called me with gestures to follow him. He said something pointing to himself and said something that sounded like "Ugha." I understood that this was his name, but not even this I could speak. I stood up and, respectfully followed him one step behind with my head down. I knew that was required from women in that society. We walked about three kilometers towards the mountains and finally we reached his cave. I entered the cave and he pointed to a kind of fur carpet lying on the floor. He said something, but I already knew what he wanted from me. It was useless to resist. He would take me by force if I did that. So I did the only sensate thing to do at that moment. I untied the rope, took out my dress and the moccasins and, naked, leaned down to the carpet, opening my legs and offered my pussy to him. He took his clothes off too and came over me. When he penetrated me for the first time I sensed that I still had an intact hymen, so he had deflowered me. He also noticed that and was pleased. This was probably the first time he had sex with a virgin. As for me, he was full of filth and was smelling bad. His penis did hurt me at first, when he broke my hymen, but after that I began feeling pleasure. The full extent of the pleasure, however, was denied to me because he reached orgasm very fast. So that's the way I met my first husband. In the next day I woke up alone. He left early at the morning for his hunting expeditions. There was nothing to block the entrance of the cave. Probably he was not afraid I would flee (and he was right, what else would I do in that planet). With nothing else to do the entire day I first explored the environment around the cave. There was a small brook flowing nearby and a clearance spot (artificial) at the entrance, where I found a burning fireplace with some meat roasting and a sort of vase containing that kind of root. I understood that was the food for the whole day, so I spared, eating only a portion of the root (which tasted good, by the way). After that I started doing the only useful thing I could think of and began cleaning everything. The soil around the brook consisted of sand. I dug a hole in the sand so it could be filled with water. Then I took my clothes, his spare clothes I found in the cave, and began washing everything with my bare hands using a flat medium sized rock I found nearby as basis. The water was brown when I finished washing his clothes. These probably never saw water except when it rained. I had to substitute the water in the hole for new one to finish washing. The drying part was not that difficult. The cave consisted of the free space produced when three big rocks had rolled down the hill sometime, millions of years, in the past. I placed the clothes in the rock to receive the direct sun. I also washed myself using the water of the brook. At the end of the day, when he came back, I received him with clean clothes and showed him his clothes. He didn't look that pleased, perhaps he thought that washing things was loss of time. Next day he woke me up before leaving for the hunting expedition. He concluded (and was right about that) that I had cleaned everything out of boredom, so he decided to give me some task, a more useful one, to accomplish. I followed him to a place about 20 meters away from the cave. There was a large wooden table close to a cliff, with a lot of dead animals over it. He was expecting I started doing something. When he noticed that I had no clue about what he wanted, he took one of the animals, some sort of rabbit, and using his stone knife he skinned the dead animal. He reserved the fur at the side and opened the animal's belly, taking all the inner parts and throwing them off to the cliff's bottom, about 100 meters below (and vulture like birds circled that area). Then he took some leaves and put in the fire, producing lots of smoke. He dipped the skinned and cleansed animal in a vase containing water (which I concluded, contained also dissolved salt) and hanged the animal direct over the smoke. So, that culture dominated meat preservation by smoking and salting. He looked at me and said "ugha" (which by then, I already knew, meant something like "come", or "let's go" and had nothing to do with his name). I approached the bench, he gave me a smaller animal and I started repeating what I had seen him doing. Off course I knew all the theoretical background about that kind of activity, but I had never done that myself. It was not that easy and I ended up damaging the fur, so that he threw it to the cliff, obviously not that pleased to loose that valuable item. I finally finished cleaning the animal, twice the time he had used and my animal was half the size of his, and placed the animal in the smoking accessory. Then he showed me what to do with the fur. He spread some dark liquid from another vase (which I concluded, contained tannin) and extended against a rock, with the lower part directed against the sun. I was touched by his confidence that I would not damage every fur in the pile of animal. Then he left, taking his speer and leaving me with the job to do. I took most of the day in that task. I did damage only one more of the furs, then I learned how to skin the animals the right way. The pile contained also some birds, and I concluded I should take of the feathers, instead of skin them. Long after the midday I finished, leaving the animals roasting in the smoke, which I knew, took very long to be finished. I was tired, so I decided to rest. I ate the roots and the roasting animal at the fireplace in the cave and went to explore further the environment. I decided to follow the brook downstream, which, I discovered, ended up in a small river. I followed the river and discovered a natural pool, formed by some rapids down the river. I was pleased with that. I took off my dress and swam in that pool. Finally I could clean myself properly. From that day on (except in the rainy days) I reserved part of the day to visit that pool. When he returned at early night, bringing more dead animals, I received him at the entrance of the cave. We went to the work bench and when he saw that I did everything right, he smiled and gave me a kiss in the cheek. He was not that brute ignorant as I had first thought and had feelings as a normal human being. Suddenly making love with him every night was not that disgusting anymore. This routine repeated itself for many days and the smoked animals were stored in a place inside the cave, protected from the rain and from the animals. The market One day when we woke up (I was already waking up together with him) he signaled me to put my dress. He put all the animals we had smoked in two baskets, gave one (the smaller) to me and said "ugha." I followed him, one step behind and with my head down as required, and we walked a trail of about 10Km along the hill. The forest was not that closed anymore and finally disappeared at all. Sometime later I realized we were entering a village and that other people, male, female and children, were observing us. We walked to the center of the village were a vivid activity took place. I realized it was a market for exchange of products. As an anthropologist I was excited by that discovery. I had always suspected that this kind of commerce preceded the farming revolution and I had the proof in my front, of course, this was useless, I would never again report this finding in the anthropological society meetings. The village consisted of a series of natural caves, carved in the hills at both sides of a mountain valley, with a small river flowing in the middle. The valley slowly descended towards distant lowlands, where a big river, probably 20 to 30Km away could be seen. The lowlands were the hunting and gathering territory of the villagers, which used the village as a support basis, from where the expeditions started. This is why this society was already sessile, and was not wandering anymore. This society was on the verge of the agricultural revolution. Maybe one or two generations in the future and the people would learn how to cultivate the root or domesticate animals for production. The occupation of the river shores would occur naturally, resulting in a big river civilization. Ugha started trading the smoked meat and the furs by other articles, as that root and salt, for example. One item, however surprised me. He took a big peace of meat, went to an elderly lady which, as I concluded, "sold" clothes. He bargained with the lady and, when they reached an agreement, he took a kind of leather jacket with fur inside and gave me. The lady also gave me some accessories, like a bracelet and a comb, with which she helped me holding my hair in a sort of pony tail. He was "buying" me gifts! And I couldn't even say thank you, so I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back. Contrary to what I first thought, he was treating me with respect, as his partner, and not as a second class, sub-human animal. I concluded that my prejudices against that society were wrong, or, at least, that Ugha was really different from the other men. The routine in the next days repeated itself. We returned to our cave, he went hunting and I stayed behind smoking the meat and cleaning the "house." When it was market time (they had a seven day period for that, so I decided to call the market day "Sunday" and name the others accordingly) we transported the animals, furs, feathers and skins to trade for useful things. We repeated this twice, but then the accident happened. One "Monday" Ugha returned injured in the left leg, carrying a broken Speer, which he used as a crutch, and a big cat-like animal, dead with a destroyed throat. He was really in a bad shape and fell to the ground at the entrance of the cave. I examined the wound. It was a deep cut at the side, probably caused by the cat's claw during the fight. It was still bleeding, but thanks God, it didn't reached any major artery, otherwise he would be already dead. My concern was the filth, which would infect the wound. He placed some leaves over it, which I concluded, contained some bactericide active principle, and held them in place with a piece of rope he had with him. This was cutting his blood circulation, so I decide to take action. I helped him to walk to "my private pool" and washed him from head to the toe. He was too weak to resist. Then I walked to the shore, with my knife I cut a band from the lower part of my dress, searched similar leaves around in the wood and tied them softly in the place using the leather band. This allowed for a better blood circulation. I repeated that procedure the next five days and, while he was asleep, I worked out carefully the cat (skinning and smoking). That week the hunting would consist only of that meat, probably, and nothing should be wasted. At the fifth day the wound healed enough to stop bleeding. He still felt pain in the leg, but it seemed that he could walk. I concluded he enjoyed the regular baths, because he followed me to the pool again. I noticed that and, when we arrived at the pool, instead of giving him the bath I took out my dress and entered in the pool, diving. I signaled him to join me. He came and I started spraying water over him with my hand. First he was apparently angry, but then he decided to play along and started spraying water in me too. We were laughing and I realized it was long ago since the last time he had some real fun (actually this was also true in my case). He finally came to my direction and gave me a passionate kiss in the mouth. We made love right in that place, inside the water, and, for the first time, I experienced the female orgasm. After that we sat together at the shore and I used the opportunity to cut bits of his beard, mustache and hair with my stone knife. He was, at the end, presentable. Before the cleaning he looked like a 60 year old man, after that, his apparent age reduced to what he probably really had, about 28 years old. I was also impressed with the set of scars that his body presented. This man had suffered the hell in the past, some of the scar clearly were not caused by animal action. In the sixth day he was still too weak to hunt, so he worked out the arm of a three he cut off into a new Speer. Next day would be Sunday and we had to go to the market. I helped him to walk until the forest finished. Then he gave me a sign and I understood I had to return to the female position, one step behind him and with my head facing the ground. He used then the Speer to walk the aching leg. The quantity of products we brought to the market consisted only of the cat's meat and skin. I was worried, whether we could secure the food we needed for the next week only with that, but fortunately both the meat and the skin of that cat were appreciated by the people, especially the skin. Some other men, which I concluded, were Ugha's acquaintances in the village, came to admire the animal. I suppose hunting that kind of cat was considered difficult, and surviving, even more. He told the whole adventure to the friends. I still could not understand most of the language (try to learn a new language without being able to practice, talking!) , but I noticed that part of his tale referred to me. As to confirm that he picked me up from behind him, put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me in front of his friends, pointing to the wound with the other hand. He was recognizing my role in the whole affair and his friends were impressed. I was even more impressed. He was raising my status in front of all society. I guess he was really very much different from the others. We returned to the cave with enough food for the week plus a pair of golden earrings he bought me. It hurt the hell when the lady pierced my earlobes using the earring as a needle, but I felt good thinking that he bought me another gift, even in that difficult situation. Bugha The next crisis began the following Tuesday. I felt sick all day long and not even my daily bath made me feel better. That night, in the middle of the sleep, I felt a terrible pain in my guts. It looked like someone had pierced me with a sword and was slowly cutting my bows. The pain was so strong that I could not remain silent and Ugha woke up too. I went to my improvised bathroom in the brook and I began bleeding heavily out of my vagina. The blood sometimes came out in jets. From that time on, during three days, I felt that terrible pain and had that heavy hemorrhage. During the peak I had even fever. First Ugha wanted to stay with me, but I signaled him he should hunt. One more week with no hunting production would be terrible to us. He did this and since I was unable to help him, he did the smoking part on Wednesday and Friday too. I understood this was his routine before my arrival. During the entire menstruation period I felt weak. I also felt dirty the whole time and had suicidal thoughts. From Thursday on Ugha fed me with, what I believe, was the liver of some animal he did hunt. He also made me eat some vegetable with dark-green color. Of course, without vinegar, oil or other sauce this could hardly be named a salad, but I was impressed with the extent of his intuitive knowledge on natural medicine. Both the liver and the vegetable were probably good sources of iron, which I needed due to the heavy bleeding. The vegetable would also, probably, be a source of K vitamin, which is also essential in these cases. After the menstruation ended, and I became able to think again, I asked myself why I was not pregnant. I surely didn't doubt Mara's words about the hyperfertility. I should get pregnant very easy, and, to that day we first met we had constant sex every night (and sometimes during the day too) already for 20 days. The hell I suffered in the menstruation also seemed to corroborate Mara's words. The only possible conclusion was that Ugha was sterile. This would also explain why he lived as an outcast far from the village. The other men, after noticing his condition, probably expelled him, fearing the "contamination" with his "illness." I could not survive a second of that monstrous menstruation. I devised a plan, it was risky, but it was my only hope. Next Sunday, when we were at the market, I probed the surroundings using the edge of my eyes. I found out what I was looking for. A young man, not followed by a woman, and looking like a good candidate as an alpha male. I decided to name him "Bugha." I raised my head towards him, looked straight into his eyes, smiled and blinked with the left eye. His reaction was immediate. He came furious to our direction and began arguing with Ugha. Next I saw, the two men had the knives in their hands and were circling each other. I did underestimated the man's reaction. My naive idea was to convince him to follow us to the cave, so I could meet him secretly in the woods for sex. The fight started and ended very quickly, with Ugha in the floor bleeding arterial blood from a terrible wound at his throat. I was crying and screaming. I could not even say "Stop!." This wasn't the outcome I desired. He would soon be dead, he looked towards me and I became more desperate. That man helped me, treated me well, and because of my actions he was dying. Bugha, however, had no intention to wait for his inevitable death. He took a big rock from the ground and smashed Ugha's head. I cried and screamed even more hysterical. Bugha then came towards me, took my arm with violence and I had no other choice than follow him to his cave in the lower section of the village. When we arrived there he told me something, which I didn't understand. He had no patience, ripped my dress off, threw me to the ground and violated me. After the rape he left me alone and I went, crying and wearing the remainders of the dress, to the entrance of the cave. From the distance I saw smoke coming out of, what I supposed it was, Ugha's funeral pyre. Bugha had a larger penis than Ugha and also took more time before ejaculating. He was, however, more brute and sometimes did hurt me during sex. With the time I learned to perform some masturbation before he came for sex, allowing me to get more lubricated. After I learned that I started to enjoy sex with him, since it was easier to reach the orgasm with him. He was also cleaner than Ugha. Bugha's household consisted also of two other women: an elderly lady and a young girl. I guessed they were respectively his mother and sister. I decided to name them "Yabba" and "Dabba." The only fun I had was in this kind of sarcastic joke. Yabba was the perfect mother-in- law. She didn't approve me from the first time she laid her eyes on me and when she learned I couldn't even talk she was furious with her son, for choosing me. Soon I learned that she was the real boss in that family. As far as I could understand, Bugha's story was the following: about 6 years before my arrival (this was Dabba's age, as I estimated), Bugha's father, for some reason, died. I estimated Bugha was then 18 years old in those days, so he was forced to assume the leading male role in the family probably at age 12! Bugha was not brute by nature, he had been hardened by life. I was right about Bugha being an alpha male. He was leader of a hunting party. Due to his role, his family, that is, us, had some privileges and we were allowed to work in the cloth and pottery production and not in the gathering activities. So we didn't participate in the expeditions and remained the whole year in the village. Yabba taught me how to sew leather using a kind of natural fiber and I started helping her and Dabba in that job. Dabba was a sweet girl and we made friendship very quickly. When Yabba wasn't looking we jointly made funny faces to her. The time passed and the dreadful 28th day approached and went by, then 29th , 30th , 31st. After that it was clear to me that I was successfully pregnant. I told this to Bugha that evening using signs (by designing a large arch with my hand in front of me, representing a giant belly) and he was happy. Yabba looked suspiciously, not believing in me, but some days later, by witnessing my assaults to the "kitchen", she became convinced. By the way, the first sign of all my pregnancies is always this giant hunger. The months went by and my belly grew very fast. At the sixth month I had a belly of the size of a normal full term pregnancy. After my babies started kicking, Yabba did some probing with the hands and came out with her first divination: three children. At the 9th month I was exploding. When I entered into labor her prediction was confirmed. I had "Number one" (a boy), "Number two" and "Number three" (two girls) in sequence in about 12 hours. Due to the lack of space the children didn't grew too much inside me and this made the labor go easier than for a normal woman, but even so it did hurt a lot. First I feared I would have trouble breast feeding three children at the same time, but it seemed that the hyperfertility came with a bonus. My tits almost doubled in volume (and they were already big in nature) and I had enough milk for all the three. The only trouble I had was when the three decided to cry for food at the same time. My hunger continued and, receiving my milk, the children grew very fast, so that in less than a month later they had normal sizes and "Number one" was even a bit larger than a normal one month baby. Speaking of the first month after the birth, I was sure my body was forever deformed due to that multiple pregnancy, especially my belly. It happens, however, that this body has astounding elastic properties. I returned to my normal shape, except for the hips and my tits, which became larger, probably due to the opening of the pubic bones for the birth in the first case and due to the milk for the second case. By the way, from the first day on I never more stopped breast feeding some large number of children. I guessed that the return to shape was a sign that I was fertile again, so I sought Bugha, who, surprisingly, had given me a break after the birth. He was surprised by my daring approach, but finally he made love with me. As I correctly guessed, less than a month later I started giving signs of a new pregnancy. Yabba was also surprised, especially after her second divination came with the result: two. She concluded I was a good producer, so she spared me from most of the sewing job. My "job", from then on, would be primarily give her grandsons and granddaughters. The twin pregnancy was also the easiest and smallest I had to the present date. The birth went easier than in the first case and "Number Four" (a girl) and "Number Five" (a boy) came to the world in less than six hours. Fearing that I wouldn't be able to breast feed five children at the same time, Yabba started to change the feeding habits of "Number One to Three" two months before the birth of the new children. This caused some stress in the food reserves of the cave and, for that, Dabba and Bugha had to work twice as hard. I was sorry for them. Just one word about the naming of my children. I decided, from the first day I realized I was going to have many children in my life, that I wouldn't even bother giving them names. The others, of course, gave, but I couldn't speak them, so, for me, it was easier to think about them as numbers. As in the first case I returned to normal shape about one month after the birth, and about one month later I started giving signs of a new pregnancy. This one would be special, I realized, when I first ate about two kilograms of that root, plus one entire leg of a pig-like animal for lunch. My belly grew faster than on the other time and, in the fifth month, I reached the size of a normal full term pregnancy. At the sixth month I reached the size I had in the twin pregnancy and 15 days later, I reached the size of my first pregnancy (three children) and the belly continued growing. Not even Yabba could guess (or perhaps she didn't believed her result) how many children were growing inside me that time. After the seventh month I became unable to walk due to my weight. After the eighth month I had to remain seated all time (including when asleep), fearing being suffocated due to the weight of the babies. Other people in the village began paying me visits. I felt like a freak show attraction: the woman with the giant belly. Finally labor began and I started counting: "Number six" (girl), "Number seven" (girl), "Number eight" (boy) and so on. The counting finished 72 hours later at "Number twelve" (girl). I had a seven-fold pregnancy (four girls and three boys). The children were considerably smaller than the previous ones, but the smallest was "Number twelve", she was smaller than my extended hand (and my hand wasn't that big). Unfortunately she was too weak to survive and passed away that same evening. This was the first time I really cursed Mara. My transformation, all that I suffered, even the murder of the young intern, made me despise her or even feel sorry for her. This time she had been responsible for the death of another innocent child and that I couldn't forgive her. I didn't use "Number twelve" for any other of my children (the next count would start in 13). It was clear to everybody that I could not handle six babies at the same time. We prepared a rotation scheme and used the help of three other women which were also breast feeding their children, each one received one of my children for a week, while I handled the other three. The next week we would change back and so forth. First we worried about the food, but soon it was clear that I became a village project (no wonder, I was responsible for half of the births in the whole village in the same period, I was a children-production machine). By that time I was already understanding their language. I discovered that my name in the village, translated to our own, meant something like "Dumby." After the birth of the sevenfold pregnancy I felt like an emptied balloon, but, as in the other cases, about one month and a week later I had my body restored to the previous shape, as if nothing happened, so it could all start all over again. The second crisis began shortly after I felt the first signs of my fourth pregnancy. As a consequence of the larger population surplus, the hunting and the gathering activities needed to get more productive. The hunting parties, in particular, became more daring and specialized in hunting bigger animals. Bugha, being such a powerful man (as usual the large number of children I had was attributed to his virility, and not to my fertility, of course) lead the most important party. Once they tracked a big elephant-like animal and prepared a trap. The animal realized he was being attacked before the trap could really snap and desperately fought the hunters. The outcome of this was that the dying animal threw Bugha 10 meters high in air. Bugha was brought to our cave, but there was nothing to do. He was in coma, had many broken bones and was bleeding from the skull. He died two days later. Doo Yabba bega a mourning ritual consisting of lots of crying, spreading ashes over her body, this lasted for the whole time of my fourth pregnancy, which, by the way, brought me children "Number 13" to "Number 16" (three boys and one girl). I wasn't that fond of Bugha, but decided it would be a good political move if I mimicked her behavior. I was going to get fertile again and I needed a new husband. My large number of children, or perhaps, the fact that I was the widow of Bugha, scared all possible candidates. I knew a family living close to our cave which had a special configuration. It was not natural that the alpha male of a given family kept at his side one of his brothers. Brothers were, usually, expelled from the family when the reached puberty, but this didn't occur with that family and the younger brother still lived with them. I went to that cave, took the hand of the younger brother, and made signs he should follow me to my cave. He came without having a clue. When we arrived there I took off my dress and made him get naked too, trying to tease him. He kept inactive, probably trapped between the sexual arousal he was supposed to feel and the flagrant violation of the social rules which my actions consisted. He began an erection, but soon his penis softened again. I remember to think "Is it possible that I chose the only impotent male in the whole village?", but then I remembered a trick. I began caressing his scrotum with my hand and each time I moved my hand closer to the base of the shaft. When I was ready I carefully inserted the anular finger into his anus. I did this very slow, not to scare him and it worked. His erection returned and he made love with me. So Doo (this was the name I decided to give to him) entered into our lives as my third husband. From the first day on he had no more problems to have sex with me. The only problem is that he became addicted to that finger. So life went by, I became pregnant again and the routine was safe and sound. The fifth pregnancy brought me five children ("Numbers 17 to 21", three boys and two girls) and so it was clear to all village that the responsible for that large number of children was me and not my husband. About that time, "Number One", who was then six years old, gave me a gift. He carved a stone into a female form with large tits and belly. I thought "Great, now I became some sort of fertility goddess!." My daring approach towards Doo and, principally, the fact that he complied, brought imperceptible changes in that society. One day, in the middle of one of my pregnancies, when I was still able to walk around, I witnessed a scene in the market which showed me that these changes were happening: a young hunter approached a girl which I knew was still single and tried to carry her with violence to his cave. She fought back, she didn't want that, business as usual. Up to that point, everything was normal, but then the girl's brother intervened to defend her from the violence. The hunter gave up, returning empty handed to his cave. It seemed that the patriarchal days from the past were slowly changing and the only reason for that was my presence in that village. Some time latter Yabba got sick. Her long live of suffering and privations led to an agonizing death due to some debilitating illness and the strong woman I first met was rapidly reduced to an old lady who could not even do her toilette alone. The caring for her was assumed by Dabba, since I had to care for my own children. Fortunately her suffering had a quick ending and less than three weeks after she got ill she died. Dabba and my children felt this loss deeply. As far as it concerned me, I never liked her at all, I understood that she was instrumental in turning Bugha into the kind of brute he had become, but I felt pity for her suffering. After her death I assumed the leading role in the cave. The negotiation of Dabba's marriage was another example of the changes in the society. Instead of the usual violence game, we discovered that she was in love with a young man about her age. Under my supervision (Yabba would never accept that) she started dating him (at our cave, under our sight, with time to start and to end) and when I concluded they were ready and that the feeling was mutual I gave my consent and she moved to his cave. You may ask me how I handled such a large number of children without the ability to talk. I couldn't talk, but I can whistle. I developed a large number of whistling styles (I guess over three hundred, never counted) with which I use to communicate with my children. I can call them, each one or in groups, and communicate simple messages, like "attention", "don't do this", "get your hands out of there", among others. Lyria One day, 12 years (13 pregnancies and 53 children) after my arrival I was walking alone in an isolate place. If you have to handle 53 sons and daughters you surely agree with me that I needed some time for my own once a day. I was walking there when I felt something hitting my left butt. I looked what it was and surprised saw that it was a dart. Before I could do anything the sedative had its effect and I fainted. When I woke up again I was in a nursery of a typical starship. As I always did, I said aloud (forgetting that I couldn't speak), "What the hell?" This time, however, the right words came indeed out of my mouth. I was able to speak again. Soon the medical officer, a woman, came to me and explained that they had disabled the neural implant and unblocked the speech center in my brain. I said they were crazy using a sedative in me since I was pregnant. She said she was aware of it, they had performed ultrasound testing in my while I was asleep and I had four embryos in me, she said the sedative was safe and that the embryos were healthy. I wanted more information, in particular, why they did abduct me, but the medical officer told me I should wait for the captain, who would debrief me about what happened in the last 12 years in our home planet. I will shorten the story, since you surely have access to the full records. Disappointed with my condemnation, my defense attorney continued to investigate my case. He finally found out that the geneticist responsible for building my new body had been hired by Dr. Mara to work at the Exoanthropology Institute. He suspected there was more than a coincidence in this and finally convinced a judge to allow for a secret investigation of the Institute's finances. They found out that money had been deviated from the institute and, following that lead, they found out that the technician responsible for my brain transfer had been blackmailing Dr. Mara. The full investigation took long time, but finally the truth was discovered, including Mara's responsibility for the death of the young intern I had been framed of. The new judicial process was installed and lead to Dr. Mara's conviction and finally they sent this spaceship for my rescue. I was informed that I was allowed to return to our mother planet. It would be necessary to wait for the full term of the pregnancy, but after that I would be allowed to be transferred to a new normal body, male or female, at my choice. The thought was tempting, being freed from the constant, painful pregnancies, but soon after I considered that possibility I felt an emptiness in my heart. I realized then that I could not abandon my children, first I thought of bringing them with me, but then I realized the impact this would have in that society. Also, my children were part of that society, how would they adapt in a new life inside a space society? They would surely become freak circus attraction. After some time I said, "No, thanks, but I will return to my village, I only want to keep my voice intact." The captain was not happy with my decision and argued that I would disturb the normal development of that society. I answered that the equilibrium in that society was already disturbed, "I, alone, am responsible for an increase of about 25% in the fertility rate of that village." "The food reserves in the plains are still enough to feed all the people in this generation, but with the increase in the population (which will be large, even if my children didn't inherit the hyperfertility gene) they will disappear in two or three generations, unless they learn farming." "My plan is to lead them to this path, so that this society can evolve further." The captain had no other choice than to accept my decision. He didn't need to communicate this to the mother world, he could simply tell them they were unable to find me. I just asked for two things, one favor and that a ship would be sent in about 29 years to check out our progress. Finally I asked about Mara, the captain said, "You know, technically she was responsible for a serial rape, your rape, so she received the same sentence as you." He lead me to another room in the sickbay where a young black girl was sleeping, it was Mara. I must confess I was disappointed as I was informed that her sentence involved no hyperfertility and that her memory had been erased, but the captain told I was allowed to decide what to do about her (except killing, of course). *** Next morning the Village woke up with a terrible noise. A giant silvery bird had landed just at the lower entrance of the village. A door opened and a beautiful lady, dressed in a marvelous white dress, walked out the bird. The villagers took some time, but then they recognized it was Dumby, which had disappeared in the previous day. The lady was followed by a young girl with dark skin, which looked disoriented. The villagers got more surprised as Dumby opened the mouth and really said, "I am Lyria, the fertility goddess!." "Long time ago I was wrongfully accused of a crime by my fellow gods and forced to live among you without being able to talk." "Now the truth was now revealed." "I have many things to teach you." Then she took the young girl's hand and lead her to a young 12 year old boy, Lyria's firstborn son, Garth, and said, "Numb... I mean, Garth, this is Mara, take good care of her, she doesn't understand our language, teach her, she will live with us." *** I decided to give Mara to Number One, since he is almost reaching puberty, as well as she, and soon they will fall in love and form their own family. I find a good payback to see her raising my grandchildren. I will teach the villagers how to cultivate the root and how to domesticate a local animal for use as milk producer and food reserve. This will be enough to trigger the agriculture revolution and soon a river valley civilization will develop. It would be nice to return here in 1000 years to see what happened out of this. As for myself, I will keep having my babies. I will just diversify, to decrease the possibility of inbreeding when my children's children inevitably start marrying together. I am sure Doo will understand that I will need to make love with other men in the village too. I want also to return to the Cave in the forest, to build a shrine to Ugha. I think I owe him this much. The captain leaves tomorrow. I will give him this report, so the story can be revealed 29 years in the future. Maybe this will trigger public interest to justify sending another starship for my rescue, if this happens I will decide whether to return to our mother planet. As far as I know my fellow anthropologists, I'm sure they will be dying out of curiosity of seeing the outcome of my little social experiment. Epilogue Ten thousand years later, the landscape didn't change too much. The river still existed and a small city in its shores could be seen from the position on the caves where the market once took place. Of course, no one knew that the market once took place there, since the modern archeology school assumed that culture was characteristic of the stone age, hence, unable to develop commerce. It was hard to believe that the region, long in the past, was home of one of the major ancient empires, the Lyrian empire, named after the descendants of some cultural mythic hero, called Lyria. The interest in that empire was high in the archeology, not only because it was the first empire in the whole world, but also because this Lyria was a woman, some kind of fertility goddess. Legend told that she was a superwoman, presumably mother of more than 100 children and that she taught the principles of agriculture to that stone age culture. Of course, as in all of these legends, she was supposed to have ascended to heaven, in the belly of a giant silvery bird, promising to return in the future. This legend was the first classic of ancient literature. Few years back the archaeological consensus was that this Lyria didn't exist at all, but was a construction based on many historical characters used by the primitive people to justify the rapid developments that took place during the agricultural revolution. Even the genetic surveys of the local population, which showed that their ascendants could be traced back to a single woman who lived about 10000 years before present and the high fertility ratios in that population didn't bother the scientific community. All this changed with the discovery of a sensational archaeological site. It was a cave formed by three large stones which sometime (millions of years) in the past rolled down the hill. This cave was located in a forest about 10 Km away from the stone age site and evidence showed that it was used as a kind of religious peregrination site in the early years of the agrarian culture. Carbon 14 dating of residues found in different layers of that site and some artifacts found there showed that these peregrinations happened up to 9000 years before present, meaning that it was a still active religious site even in the early days of the Lyrian empire (first and second dynasties). The most sensational finding, however, was a strange writing carved in a stone tablet found buried in the cave. It was strange because the alphabet was too modern and too different from everything else known in the world and because dating of the lining which surrounded the tablet showed it was about 10000 years old. No other alphabet in the world resembled those symbols and the writing could only be translated by luck, since the person who wrote that used an early form of Lyrian. The most sensational finding, however, was the content of that writing, "To my dear UGHA, who gave me support and love, Lyria" THE END