south. When you reach the ocean you will know you’ve arrived. That’s
when you need to remember whether to turn east or west depending on what
diversions you made on the way.”
Terah stared at the dirt map trying hard to imprint every facet of it on her
mind. She knew the others would be doing so as well, but somehow she felt it
was most important for her to memorize it. That it was somehow her job, her
responsibility.
She wanted to argue that surely she and her friends could remain with
the group, but she knew four young women would put the entire community in
danger. Four of them young, strong, healthy, would be an attraction to the
invaders. By staying they risked the entire community’s safety. By going, only
the four of them were in danger. In a way, it’d be an adventure. They’d never
taken a long journey alone before. Always the community traveled as a group,
often only four or five miles to a new home where food was plentiful.
Terah sat back, closed her eyes, and mentally redrew the map against the
backs of her eyelids. When she was certain she’d recalled everything, she
opened her eyes and looked at Old Anny’s map again. Yes. She’d understood it.
Good.
“Go. Pack only what you can carry as you walk. Eat well tonight and
then go to sleep early because tomorrow you must leave. Time is running out.
The alien invaders will be here soon to demand their tribute of slave women once
again.”
****
Andreas inspected every inch of the spaceship. He was the leader of
this group to the distant planet Earth. A planet that was filled with horrible
diseases and half wild, savage people following the collapse of their
civilization more than one hundred seventy of the Earth years previously.
He and the men with him on the ship lived on Mu Arae 7, a calm and civilized planet. Every Mu Araen year a
group of men journeyed to Earth to search for the women who would be able to help
them restore the planet to its former beauty.
Andreas had never expected to be sent himself. He’d assumed the mission
would be accomplished years ago. This would be the eighth such mission and
still the land was a hell of a mess, although the areas where the previous
missions had settled were now healthy, peaceful, and civilized. But they were
mere small oases of calm in a dangerous, devastated world.
He was prepared to find his bride and do his part in cleaning up Earth.
With his friends, he was ready to civilize as much of the planet as he could
even though he would start to age much faster in the harsh climate.
Like the rest of his team, he was thirty years old. But once they were
living on Earth, they would age faster, more closely to an Earth cycle. Not
quite twenty times faster than at home, but possibly ten times. The thought of
such a short lifespan was frightening, but it made him even more determined to
work hard and fast to reclaim Earth so the people there could live in peace and
prosperity once again.
Unlike some of the other men coming with him, he wasn’t at all
concerned about what his bride looked like. Because of the harsh life on her
planet she might have scars and blemishes, and she would almost certainly be
far too thin from lack of proper nutrition. But none of that mattered. The only
important thing was that together they would begin healing her devastated
planet.
He planned to bend her to his superior will, teach her what to do, and
fuck her morning, noon, and night, flooding her body with his seed, until the
connection between them released her power and they could begin healing the
land.
Gabriel, the engineer, entered the pilot’s pod. “Everything has been
checked twice and it all looks good.”
“Excellent. I know this has been a challenge for you.”
“Not half as a big a challenge as getting the ship safely to Earth and
finding our brides. Even after we do that we’ll have to build everything we
need before we use up all the spaceship’s power.”
“That’s why we’re going in the warm
when you need to remember whether to turn east or west depending on what
diversions you made on the way.”
Terah stared at the dirt map trying hard to imprint every facet of it on her
mind. She knew the others would be doing so as well, but somehow she felt it
was most important for her to memorize it. That it was somehow her job, her
responsibility.
She wanted to argue that surely she and her friends could remain with
the group, but she knew four young women would put the entire community in
danger. Four of them young, strong, healthy, would be an attraction to the
invaders. By staying they risked the entire community’s safety. By going, only
the four of them were in danger. In a way, it’d be an adventure. They’d never
taken a long journey alone before. Always the community traveled as a group,
often only four or five miles to a new home where food was plentiful.
Terah sat back, closed her eyes, and mentally redrew the map against the
backs of her eyelids. When she was certain she’d recalled everything, she
opened her eyes and looked at Old Anny’s map again. Yes. She’d understood it.
Good.
“Go. Pack only what you can carry as you walk. Eat well tonight and
then go to sleep early because tomorrow you must leave. Time is running out.
The alien invaders will be here soon to demand their tribute of slave women once
again.”
****
Andreas inspected every inch of the spaceship. He was the leader of
this group to the distant planet Earth. A planet that was filled with horrible
diseases and half wild, savage people following the collapse of their
civilization more than one hundred seventy of the Earth years previously.
He and the men with him on the ship lived on Mu Arae 7, a calm and civilized planet. Every Mu Araen year a
group of men journeyed to Earth to search for the women who would be able to help
them restore the planet to its former beauty.
Andreas had never expected to be sent himself. He’d assumed the mission
would be accomplished years ago. This would be the eighth such mission and
still the land was a hell of a mess, although the areas where the previous
missions had settled were now healthy, peaceful, and civilized. But they were
mere small oases of calm in a dangerous, devastated world.
He was prepared to find his bride and do his part in cleaning up Earth.
With his friends, he was ready to civilize as much of the planet as he could
even though he would start to age much faster in the harsh climate.
Like the rest of his team, he was thirty years old. But once they were
living on Earth, they would age faster, more closely to an Earth cycle. Not
quite twenty times faster than at home, but possibly ten times. The thought of
such a short lifespan was frightening, but it made him even more determined to
work hard and fast to reclaim Earth so the people there could live in peace and
prosperity once again.
Unlike some of the other men coming with him, he wasn’t at all
concerned about what his bride looked like. Because of the harsh life on her
planet she might have scars and blemishes, and she would almost certainly be
far too thin from lack of proper nutrition. But none of that mattered. The only
important thing was that together they would begin healing her devastated
planet.
He planned to bend her to his superior will, teach her what to do, and
fuck her morning, noon, and night, flooding her body with his seed, until the
connection between them released her power and they could begin healing the
land.
Gabriel, the engineer, entered the pilot’s pod. “Everything has been
checked twice and it all looks good.”
“Excellent. I know this has been a challenge for you.”
“Not half as a big a challenge as getting the ship safely to Earth and
finding our brides. Even after we do that we’ll have to build everything we
need before we use up all the spaceship’s power.”
“That’s why we’re going in the warm
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