INVASION AND KIDNAPPING
Two small ships intercept a larger one, a royal vessel. Two powerful shots are fired, and the royal ship suffers heavy damage along its left side. Half-naked female warriors wielding heavy swords board through the ruptured hull. They engage in combat with the guards, who are also half-naked.
Among them is one of the fiercest: a slender, dark-skinned woman wielding two short, curved blades. Her name is Naz. A warrior with a spear charges at her. Naz dodges, spins, and her blades fall with devastating force, severing both the spear and its wielder.
“Let’s go! Take the women!” she shouts.
Laser beams erupt from the darkness. Naz and her warriors take cover behind metal walls. She signals for them to return fire.
“Control tower, control tower!” one of the operators panics. “We are under attack! Please send help!”
A sword buries itself into the control panel, sparks flying.
“That won’t be necessary anymore.”
A woman with Asian features stands behind her, her face is covered in blood.
“What do you want? Why are you attacking us?” Alvina stands up in fear.
Alvina grabs a chair and charges. The rider rips it from her hands, tosses it aside, and slaps her hard. Alvina fires back with a straight punch, but the rider dodges and lands a brutal hook, dropping her to the ground.“We’ve come for new slaves. I’ll give you a choice: join my order and serve me as my mistress… or die. No games for me like this one, pretty girl."
“Alright… alright. I’ll go with you. I’ll be your...sex slave.”
“What’s your name, operator?”
“Alvina. I just started working here recently.”
“Alvina, get undressed.”
“Now?”
“You’re mine now. And we’re going to have some fun. There’s nothing better than fucking after an invasion.”
“I’ll do what you ask.”
“Say it properly.”
“I’ll do what you ask… my mistress.”
Alvina slowly takes off her clothes and stands tall, taking a deep breath.
“I see you keep yourself well groomed. Very nice. Now come with me.”
“May I know the name of my mistress?”
“Good that you ask. I am Xing. Xing Hi.”
Alvina looks around and notices several of her companions, naked like her, being dragged away by the invaders.
“Looking for a cute one too?” A dark-skinned woman appears, her sword drawn.
“Lola Marie. Of course. And you should as well. More followers for the order… and a bigger harem.”
“My harem is already large enough, Xing. Haven’t you seen it?”
“No. But I can’t wait to take this one and turn her into my slave.”
Xing grabs Alvina roughly. A sharp wave of anguish rises in her chest, but she forces herself to breathe, steadying her nerves.
“Well then, remember to share,” Lola Marie says, squeezing Alvina’s breasts.
“Of course. We always share what belongs to us.”
“One day I will invite you to my harem.” Once Lola Marie leaves, Xing forces Alvina into a kiss. Alvina resists and slaps her. Xing only smiles.
“I see you still ’ve got some spirit.”
“You’re moving too fast.”
“Don’t forget, you’re my prisoner. My slave,"She strokes Alvina’s hair with a smile.
The princess’s door is split in two. One of the invaders steps inside, staring at a terrified woman standing frozen in place.
“You’re beautiful,” she says, removing her helmet. “I claim you as my wife. I am Zabula. Remember my name, you’ll be moaning it.”
“Your… wife? I’m sorry, but I’m already engaged.”
“Not anymore.”
“What? No, I..."
Zabula tears off her dress and throws her onto the bed. Dropping her sword, she lunges at her.
“No, stop! Guards!”
“Your guards are busy. What beautiful breasts you have… first time I’ve taken a princess.”
The royal woman closes her eyes as Zabula’s warm mouth moves down her body.
Her tongue explores her. The princess digs her nails into the bed.
“Oh, princess,” Zabula murmurs. “I’m going to enjoy owning you.”
Zabula is slightly plump, with green hair, steel shoulder armor, and nipple rings.
“You know, princess,” she continues, savoring the moment, “I didn’t plan this… but now I’ve found love.”
A blade slides across Zabula’s neck.
“But—Naz?”
“Zabula. You know the princess belongs to our leader.”
“She’s not here. I want a taste of royalty.”
“I care about you… but orders come first.”
“Naz… she was coming, she was—this can’t be!”
Zabula storms out, nearly colliding with another warrior.
“Are you alright?” Naz asks the princess.
“What will you do with me?”
“We’ll take you to our leader. You may even marry her.”
“I am already betrothed.”
“That will be undone.”
The ships depart as the royal vessel burns.
Zabula is on top of one of the princess’s maids, devouring her.
As she sucks harshly at her nipples, tears of rage stream down Zabula’s face.
“I had a princess… and Naz took her from me!”
Her tongue moves across the captive’s face, clumsy with fury, while her hand roams lower, continuing her unholy act.
A figure approaches from behind.
“You may soon have another chance with that princess.”
Zabula freezes. The captive quickly pulls away, covering her chest as she weeps.
“You only say that to keep me under control. Xing… that was something I’ll never have again.”
Zabula slowly stands, wipes her tears, and leaves the room.
“What is your name?” Xing asks.
“Alziona… my name is Alziona.”
“I will be your mistress from now on,” Xing says, extending a hand to help her up.
Alziona is slender, with long black hair, a delicate face, and a pointed chin.
“That woman… I thought I was going to die.”
“She likes it rough. So do I. You’ll have to get used to it.”
“I’m not used to that… in fact, I…” Alziona lowers her gaze. “I’m not into that kind of thing.”
“It will take time, Alziona.”
“What will happen to our princess?”
“Slaves don’t ask questions," Xing strokes Alvina’s hair once more.
1. CARROLL
Her room is dark, illuminated only by a vivid hologram flickering like a fast-paced commercial. It displays beaches, luxury cruise ships, and beautiful, voluptuous women dancing in carefree delight.
At last, the face of a young woman appears, smiling directly at her.
“What do you think? Are you coming to enjoy yourself with all of us?”
The woman watching the program smiles and moves to type yes on her console.
Suddenly, the images vanish.
In their place, a message flashes in bold red letters:
Message from Space Station Diana.
“This can’t be happening right now.”
Footsteps echo through a corridor. In her office, a mature, slightly plump woman in her forties waits. The hatch opens. A woman in a tight white suit steps inside. Removing her helmet, she reveals long blonde hair.
“Agent No. 271, Intelligence Division. What is my mission?”
“Carroll, good to see you. Drop the formalities—sit down.”
“Clauz, I was about to leave for the Caribbean. Beaches, drinks… maybe a few beautiful women. And you call me in.”
“Forgive me, Carroll. But you’re perfect for this mission.”
“Alright. Tell me.”
“Do you remember Princess Lily of the Altran Empire?”
“Of course. She’s famous across the galaxy.”
“She was kidnapped on her wedding day by anorder calling themselves The Amazons of Nebula. A radical order. They worship a goddess named Dhaoz. Their followers are completely indoctrinated.”
“So… religious extremists.”
“Yes. Now the key part: their commander—Naz—is currently at a bar called Astro Blue, on one of Jupiter’s moons. She’s your way in.”
“You want me to seduce her… infiltrate the order.”
“Exactly. You won’t be alone. Wear this bracelet when the time comes—it will transmit your location. We’ll come for extraction.”
Commander Clauz turns on her screen and shows Carroll a blurry recording of the Amazon she is meant to seduce.
A naked Black woman fights inside a cage, overpowering a plump white opponent. In the end, she raises her arms, shouting in victory.
“She’s a real fighter. She loves combat,that’s another reason to send you.”
Carroll briefly recalls her own past fights. She, too, had battled in underground cages, her beauty never holding her back.
“Is that one of the ways they recruit for the Nebula Amazons?”
“One of them, Carroll.”
“Understood.”
“I think that would be all, Carroll?”
“And how are the little girls going, Clauz?”
“Girl, don’t tell me,” the commander caresses her own face, a hint of anguish in her expression. “And it’s actually my wife who gives me real headaches.”
“Come on, Clauz, you’re the woman in charge, show your strength.”
“What can I say, Carroll, she likes to spank me,” Clauz gestures to her back.
“Every strong woman has her weak spot.”
“It’s a painful and pleasurable punishment," Commander Clauz replies, glancing smiling at her desk.
“And the Altran Empire doesn’t plan to send troops to rescue their princess?”
“They probably will, Carroll, but you know, if the army becomes too conspicuous, they could eliminate the princess. Besides, they’re very elusive.”
“Well, Commander,” Carroll stands and resumes her agent stance; Clauz also stands. “I’m taking my leave.”
Carroll enters her ship.
“Sideral 103, I need advice. I have to seduce an Amazon commander who kidnapped a princess.”
“Be yourself. Add just enough sensuality. Don’t seem like easy prey.”
“Natural, then,ss always,” Carola leans her head a bit.
“So, any more questions?
“Not for the moment.”
Carroll’s memories of underground fights resurface from time to time: a dark, filthy place, almost medieval in atmosphere, where women cheer and shout the names of their champions.
A younger Carroll, naked, trades brutal blows with her opponent, fists striking flesh, neither willing to back down. Then, with a sudden shift, Carroll locks her arm around her rival’s neck and slams her against the bars, forcing her to submit.
Carroll throws her head back and shouts in triumph. She grabs a can of beer, cracks it open, and chugs it down.
“What a time,” Carroll says with a smile. “I used to be wild.”
“Would you like some entertainment during the trip?” ask suddenly Sideral 103.
A compartment opens. A large vibrating dildo emerges.
“Come on, Carroll you know you want this.”
“Not today, Sideral 103… not today.”
“What is happening to you, Carroll, not a little entertainment? Your little friend wants to be inside you.”
Carroll smiles, starts the engine, and sets course for Astro Blue.
This is from the part of NEBULA'S AMAZON
