Chapter 2

The flight took about half an hour and then the craft came into land in what appeared to be a lovely green park. There were deer grazing on the luscious grass, and rabbits and other furry animals running around and they took no notice whatsoever of us. There was a fast running stream coming off the cliff face and several animals were at the pool drinking the cool water.

Jammarree kept hold of my hand and we walked towards the surrounding cliff, suddenly it seemed to me that the cliff face opened and a large doorway appeared. We entered a large well lit cavern and it was really refreshing to enter the cool of the cliff out of the hot African sun.

We were greeted by twelve young smiling black ladies, all of which seemed to be in their late teens and early twenties. They were dressed very simply in highly coloured sarongs; they clapped and sang a song of welcome, one of the girls came forward with a long cooling refreshing drink for each one of us.

Princess Jammarree held up her hand for silence. "Ladies I bring you Dr. Tony Nash the father of my child. He knows nothing at all about our mission, but I welcome him to our Earth Station. I am sure that Tony will help us to fulfill our mission, but now it is my duty to explain everything to him."

I admit by now I was a little confused, but as the atmosphere was one of friendliness, and Jammarree was obviously the boss, I was feeling very relaxed.

Princess Jammarree took me to her quarters, which was a comfortably furnished room cut into the face of the rock and a meal was brought in with some drinks. I had previously noticed that Jammaree's pregnancy was showing, and I asked her about it. "Yes Tony the very first night together did the trick, but of course I hid it when your wife still was with you, for obvious reasons. But now I have a lot to explain to you."

"We are from the planet Tyros which is a sister planet of the planet Zircon. Both planets are very similar and both are faced with destruction in the near future from a comet which will strike us, and move us into an orbit nearer the sun. Soon the heat from the sun will kill all living objects on both planets, so we have to find ourselves a new home. Tyros are a planet inhabited by mainly black people. For a time we had an iniquitous ruler who was eventually overthrown and my mother took the throne."

"How long have you got?" I interrupted.

"Our best estimate is about twenty years, but we need to move our people well before that time arrives, as living conditions will become quite unbearable long before the end. In addition we have another problem the planet Zircon wanted to adopt certain racial purity principles, which excluded mentally handicapped, deformed or coloured people. One of our previous rulers stupidly adopted the same principles of racial purity. Scientists on Zircon developed a product, a type of vaccine that when injected aborted any fetus which appeared to be deformed, unfortunately it was not properly tested, and over the past two centuries the effects have spread through the whole female population on both planets with the result that now every woman who is pregnant with a male child, automatically finds that it is aborted at about twelve weeks."

"Surely you have carried out research to rectify the situation." I asked.

"Yes, but unfortunately we have been unable to find a remedy, so we are on a double course for extinction. Additionally we have been at war with Zircon for the past twenty years, as their Queen as a form of reprisal authorized the army to start raiding Tyros to capture any breeding males they could find and of course we had to defend ourselves."

"My mother has been trying to make a peace with Zircon so that we can work together to solve the problem, but too much blood has been shed and sensible negotiations are almost impossible."

"Where do I come in?" I asked.

"I identified you some months ago, as you have a certain blood type which is a match for ours and you are also a qualified doctor. Coincidently, I found out that your wife was planning to leave you, and so you were absolutely the idea candidate. I got rid of your maid, and took her place. Now I am carrying your son, and there are a number of tasks which we would ask you to carry out on our behalf."

"Which are," I asked.

"I want you to impregnate all these girls, and also initiate negotiations with your leaders here on Earth which will allow us to settle permanently on Earth. We will be happy to set up here in Africa or in the USA or in Europe as it is a multi-cultural society."

"But you are black and I am white?"

"I know but we also want to include the population of Zircon in our negotiations. I have been in touch with their Princess Zoe and she is sympathetic and largely agrees with our aims. They should be here shortly, and in due course if all goes well you will be expected to fertilise some young Zircon girls as well. If you were black, I somehow doubt whether we could expect them to join us."

It was the very next morning that a small space craft landed with twelve blonde white girls led by a young glamorous blonde lady who introduced herself as Princess Zoe of the planet Zircon. She seemed relieved to see me perhaps gaining confidence that I was white, but I sensed a very tense atmosphere between the two princesses. Jammarree welcomed them all and soon the young girls started introducing themselves to each other. Princess Jammarree had previously arranged that each accommodation should be mixed with black girls and white girls sharing each cave. The girls from both planets were generally mingling and getting used to one another quite quickly, while I joined the two Princesses in the negotiations in Jammaree's room.

Both girls were adamant that they wanted an end to the stupid feud between the planets despite opposition from their respective parents. The main sticking point came when Princess Zoe seemed to resent the fact that Jammarree and I were married. I suggested that I could be married to both of them and that as they were starting a new life they could make new laws and rules to govern their existence.

This was agreed, together with an agreement to change some of the accommodations. The two Princesses agreed to share accommodations with each other as were their followers. I started to institute a small medical station, but I was soon reminded by Jammarree that she was pregnant and Zoe was not, and I was invited, or rather instructed to remedy that situation.

The girls were living two to an accommodation with one white girl and one black girl, and I was instructed forcibly by my two wives that I was to spend nights in the accommodations with the girls. The rota was worked out by finding out which girls were in their fertile period. I expected that I would soon exhaust myself with all the sexual activity being forced on me, but I soon found that the extra stamina with which Jammarree had somehow endowed me with stood up to the rigors of my task.

This went on for several weeks, the girls worked well together and outline plans were being made to increase and improve the accommodation. I learned a lot about medical techniques and medicines used on the planets and I acquired the services of a black nurse called Mandy. She was one of the three girls who had not become impregnated during my stay there. But Mandy loved sex and would insist on sexual interludes whenever we had a chance.

One morning to my amazement I woke to find myself in a space transporter naked and strapped to the rear seat with Mandy my erstwhile surgery nurse, and now my kidnapper, told me she was a member of the Princesses Oona's personal bodyguard. Princess Oona was Jammarree younger sister and Mandy had been ordered by the Queen to abduct me, and take me back as a birthday present for the Princess Oona.

The queen was furious at her daughter's defection and wanted some sort of revenge. Mandy had been ordered to infiltrate Jammaree's unit, kidnap me, and deliver me to her mistress as a birthday present.

Mandy was very talkative in the early part of the journey? She had in effect warned me that her mistress was very beautiful and also could be very cruel and vindictive. But in the latter part of the flight I noticed that she had gone very quiet, except for long muffled conversations over the intercom system and some obvious agitation on her part.

It suddenly dawned on me that something had gone wrong drastically with our space craft and we were in a sort of a spin as we broke into the atmosphere of Tyros. It got very hot inside the cabin, and Mandy was trying hard to get the craft under control.

When I later woke I found that we had crashed, my electronic seat belt had released, I presumed it had released when the power failed. In the pilots seat I could see that Mandy was slumped forward. A quick examination showed me she was dead. I opened the hatch with some difficulty and saw that we were in a small clearing in a jungle. I grabbed a scarf that Mandy had been wearing and fashioned some crude protection against my nudity. I could not assess what my chances were of escape, but I reckoned I had to get away from the crash scene if I wanted to avoid immediate recapture.

I had very little water and no food and set off in what seemed to be a logical destination. The growth was quite thick and quite alien, and I was soon scratched, bleeding and demoralized. I stumbled on for about two days until to my horror I found I was back in the clearing where I had started from. I could see Mandy's face staring at me through the front window of the Transporter.

At that moment I prayed for death and collapsed on to the ground, thirsty, hungry, scratched and bleeding from numerous cuts from thorns. I do not have a clue how long I was there in that condition the next thing I remembered was being in some sort of dream. I was dreaming that I was being held in a soft warm cushion and that I was drinking something warm and sweet. Gradually I returned to full consciousness. I gradually became aware of chattering female voices. I lay there for a few seconds as I tried to get my head together and then I opened my eyes to find that I was being suckled by a beautiful young black girl. Gathered round her were four other young ladies all chattering excitedly as I opened my eyes, they all started clapping in joy?

The young lady who was suckling me held me tight as she changed breasts, and put the other nipple firmly in my mouth. Some eager hands undid my improvised loin cloth and the chattering increased in volume as they saw my cock. It was getting a lot of fondling and despite my weakened state it started to rise to its full operating size.

I was happy to lie there suckling the sweet milk I was being fed was gradually restoring my energy suddenly the girls went quiet and the nipple was pulled from my mouth. I opened my eyes to see a tall slim beautiful young black lady looking down at me. She smiled pleasantly and said.

"Tony I believe?"

"Yes, how do you know that?" I replied weakly.

"Honey, we knew you were in trouble, Mandy sent a message that she was in trouble and we were diverted to find you. The Queen was very worried that you were dead, after all the trouble it has taken to capture you. I have told her that you have been found, and I have been instructed to take you home. But we are in no hurry, as the Queen wants you as a birthday present to her daughter, and her birthday is still four months away."

I felt very dismayed to feel that I had ended up as a sex slave and had been caught up in the politics of space. I could see little hope of rescue, and the future seemed bleak as far as I was concerned. The only slightly redeeming feature was that as a breeding male I guessed I would be treated as being of some value. There seemed little point in resisting, and so I decided that co-operation was to be my only sensible policy, until or unless I could find a way of escaping or I was rescued.

"The Princess has instructed us to make good use of your talents on the journey, a promise which I personally intend to keep."

As I looked round I could see that there were five light brown girls and that they were all linked together by a light chain. It was hard to judge their age but they looked to be about sixteen or seventeen to me. They were all shackled by the ankles, the chain was made of some sort of light metal like aluminum, but I guessed it would be too strong to break. She waved to another girl of about the same age behind her and she came forward and soon I was shackled in line with the girls.