[rick powers]

Ha! I spelled it write this time! I mean, I spelled it rite … I spelled it … (never mind)

Slave Girls From the Planet Nurtz (part 2)
by Rick Powers

Slowly, painfully, Taylor crawled across the floor of the lab. Using her one good hand, she propped herself up until she could slump onto the bed. Her ribs were throbbing in pain, but she forced herself to roll onto her back. Next she had to stretch her hand as far as she could to activate the robo-med.

“Med-Tronique 5000. How can I assist you?” the mechanical voice responded.

Luckily the unit was voice activated, more than likely because the average Obernorcan was fairly ignorant of technology. “Doc … “ Taylor whispered through her stabbing pain, “ … make me better…”

The medi-unit paused for a moment of deliberation. Then it quickly set about scanning its patient looking for possible problems. Two ribs had been fractured, contusions on the left breast, the bones of the right wrist were crushed, the tendons and ligaments of the right shoulder had experienced tremendous trauma, and the digestive system was reacting to a possible poisonous compound.  A robotic arm came down and injected a sedative to relieve the pain that it was registering, while another looked for tissue samples to determine DNA.

The robo-doc analyzed the sample but could not come up with a match. A tiny arm with an even tinier needle was gently inserted into her skin and a sample of her blood was taken. The robo-doc searched farther into its memory banks. Long moments passed. The medi-lab began accessing all of the memory that the ship contained, then it sent out a signal to the medical library at the largest university on Nurtz.

Finally an answer came back. A match was found. The robo-doc adjusted itself to assist the needs of this patient, and make her better.

Long hours passed while the medi-lab’s specifically designed nanobots worked furiously to repair the damage that had been done to the patient. All through the day and into the night, the tireless army of microscopic healers did their work. Taylor passed the time sedated, unaware of anything going on around her.

Finally, the next morning arrived and Taylor slowly woke up as the effects of the painkillers wore off. It took a minute or so for the Terran girl to get her bearings. Then the events of the previous day came tumbling back into her consciousness. She gingerly touched her side where her ribs had been broken and was pleased when she felt no pain. Then she raised her right arm to try out her shoulder and wrist.

What she saw astounded her. Actually it would have shocked and worried her if there wasn’t just a hint of the sedatives still flowing in her system and keeping her relatively calm. She was looking at an arm that was easily the most muscular arm she had ever seen. Slowly, it twisted back and forth, raising and lowering. She realized that she was the one moving it, and through her clouded mind she also came to realize that, as strange as it may seem to her, it was her own arm!

Taylor’s feeling and reasoning suddenly came rushing back. She swung her legs off the table and stood up. She felt no dizziness as she expected, so she stepped across the room to view herself in a mirror. The sight took her breath away.

Her jumpsuit had been ripped to shreds and was dangling from her waist. Her exposed upper body was huge. Shoulders, lats, arms, chest, everywhere she looked she saw thick bulges of muscle, mounds of muscles that she would have expected on only the biggest bodybuilders. Her legs too, had grown too large to be contained by her jumpsuit and had ripped through the material. Only the material at her waist and her boots had remained intact. Amazingly large thighs popped into view whenever she moved one leg or the other. Her huge pectoral muscles supported her tits so well, that she was hardly even aware of their ponderous weight. Actually, she was surprised by the thought that her easily DD breasts were now fairly proportionate to the rest of her swollen upper body.

Suddenly, Taylor became aware of a tightness around her throat. Without thinking about it, she hooked her index finger under the inside of her slave collar and pulled it away from her now muscular neck. The indestructible metal slowly stretched under the force of her finger. Taylor realized finally what she was doing. She watched amazed as she continued to pull on the collar with just one finger. The metal protested with a loud creaking but finally gave way to her finger as it burst apart.

Taylor replayed her conversation with Te’D from the day before as she stared blankly at the mangled collar. It hadn’t been like she was tearing a sheet of aluminum foil, but it wasn’t a whole lot more difficult than that. “Holy shit! How did I just do that? Te’D said even a Turg couldn’t break a slave collar. What the hell happened to me?”

“We made you better.”

Taylor spun around, startled by the response. Seeing no one in the room with her, she realized that it was the robotic medi-unit that had answered. “Medi-unit? Is that you?”

“Med-Tronique 5000. How can I assist you?” came the reply from the speakers located around the lab.

“How can you … ? Well, you can start by telling me what you did to me!” Taylor was almost shouting as she held out her massive arms.

“You ordered us to make you better. We interpreted that to mean to restore you, as nearly as possible, to your original condition.”

“And this is what you thought my ‘original condition’ is?” She held up her arm and flexed her biceps, once more astounding herself with the sheer size and thickness of her impressive muscle.

“It took quite a bit of research, but we finally were able to access the genetic structure of your species and replicate it precisely. Are you not pleased with our work?”

The question set Taylor back. She hadn’t thought of it in that sense. She didn’t look like her old self which, with the exception of her oversized boobs, she generally approved of. These blown up muscles seemed, bulky, foreign. But then again, she was liking the feeling of power that they gave her. And after all, she did just tear off her collar like it was a dime store necklace. “I’m … pleased with your work … it’s just that, I’m not sure you got the right genetic code. I’m a Terran. From the planet Earth.”

The medi-unit was silent as it sped through its internal records. “The sample that we took was not Terran. There were many similarities with the Terran genetic code. However, we were able to make a perfect match with the genetic code of the Krystarr species.”

A monitor embedded in a wall panel that Taylor had never seen before glowed to life and information about the Krystarr people filled the screen. Taylor found a touch pad to move the cursor, and proceeded to read the information. Without knowing it, she was reading entire pages in a matter of seconds. Within a minute, she had read all the information that the university library had downloaded to the ship’s computer, easily 50 full pages of detailed information on the history, biology, culture, and technology of the Krystarr.

Taylor found out that the Krystarr had worked for millennia to develop themselves into a pure race that pushed the limits of physical power and mental acumen. Their one weakness was their narcissism. They became so enamored with themselves that they started to care less and less about reproducing until the race slowly died out. They were also considered to be such a pain the in ass by other races in their part of the universe that no one even cared when they were gone.

“Med-Tronique,” Taylor said as she thought about the information, “this says that the Krystarr died out hundreds of years ago.”

“Yes, that did seem to present a quandary. But some of the genetic code must have found its way into you.”

“Do you have any more information on this race?” Taylor asked as she scrolled through the material once more at top speed.

Again, the medi-unit paused as it accessed the deeper parts of its memory. “Only tales and legends. Mentions of them in other histories. It seems that some members undertook exploration of the stars and sought out new worlds. Some races feared them, claiming them to be world conquerors who could destroy civilizations with their powers. Some races saw them as saviors who kept peace and justice on their planet.”

“So what are my ‘powers’? Like, how strong am I now?”

“We have no definitive record of the Krystarr’s powers. As to strength levels, what would you like us to compare you to?” answered the computerized doctor.

“How about …” Taylor thought for a second, “… how about the Turgentoi?”

“The Turgentoi are not one of the more powerful races in the universe,” the medi-unit said matter-of-factly. “An average Krystarr would be at least 200 times stronger than the average Turgentoi.”

Taylor looked back at her reflection in the mirror with her mouth agape, feeling her huge arm, “I’m … 200 …”

“That would be an average Krystarr,” the computer continued with what sounded like a little bit of pride in its voice. “We have made you well above average, if you please.”

Taylor looked back to the demolished slave collar lying on the floor. Then she walked purposefully to the hatch and out of the ship, stripping off the remains of her jumpsuit. Any concern she had about a squad of Turg’s showing up to arrest her was set aside for the time being. She looked around for a large rock to test her strength. Finding one that was a good two feet across, she braced herself to make the lift.

To her great surprise, the rock nearly flew out of her hands. It’s weight was negligible in light of her new strength. Taylor tossed it over her shoulder and looked for a much larger rock. She settled on one that was twice as tall as she.

First, she pushed it to see if she could dislodge it from the ground. It leaned over easily, allowing Taylor to lodge a hand underneath. She meant to lean the rock back and use both hands to attempt the lift, but when the rock tipped back, she found that it was light enough to lift with just the one hand.

Taylor dropped the rock, making the ground in her part of the valley shake. She still hadn’t really tested her strength. She turned back towards the cruiser looking for another heavy object that would really push her limits. She looked at the cruiser again.

With a sly smile, she stepped up to the side of the huge ship. “I bet this must weigh in the neighborhood of 100 tons or so. I wonder …”

She placed her hands as far under the ship as she could and then began to straighten up. The ship gave a deep groan as it slowly began to ascend. Further and further under the ship Taylor walked, all the while pushing up, until she felt like she was near the center. She rocked the ship onto her thick shoulders and upper back, steadying it with her hands, until she was supporting the entire weight. She thought about seeing if she could squat the tremendous weight, but she felt like she had finally reached her limit. Instead, slowly and carefully, Taylor set the craft back onto its legs. When she was done, her skin was glistening with sweat from her herculean effort. Her muscles were pumped up even more than before.

“Yeah,” she said as she dusted off her hands and cracked a couple of vertebrae in her neck, “I could get used to being this strong.” Just then she noticed the legs that the cruiser was braced upon. She had read that the struts that were used for this class of ship were made of some of the hardest known metals. She reached up and grabbed a strut that was just a little shorter than she was, ripping it loose of the landing gear. The great ship sank a little, but was adequately supported by the other landing gear.

The super powered woman spun the metal bar like it was a fighting stick. “Hmmm … it only weighs a ton or so, but it might come in handy to have a weapon for close in fighting,” she stopped twirling the rod and threw it like a javelin at the larger rock that she had lifted, “or a long range weapon.” The strut hit with the force of a missile, blowing the rock into pebbles. “That’ll do.”

Taylor retrieved the rod and set it by the entrance of the ship. A plan was starting to take shape in her mind. She made her way back to the bridge. “Computer,” she commanded, “locate Marissa Coates, a slave from Arizona, Earth.” The computer followed her voice commands, beginning a planet wide search for her friend. “And computer,” she added, “I’m going to need some new clothes.”

*****

(Four days later, at Turgentoi outpost 54A)

“Would it help if I said I was sorry?”

Te’Durghyen stood against a wall with a blindfold over his eyes. This wasn’t his idea of a good time. In fact he would have rather been anywhere else at the time. Fact was, he was shackled hand and foot to the wall. Across a small open space was a line of four Turgentoi soldiers aiming high powered blaster rifles at him. Beside the line of soldiers stood their commander, who had served as judge and jury at Te’Durghyen’s trial. Killing this cretan would not take away any of the embarrassment he had endured, but at least he wouldn’t have to be reminded of it every time he passed him at the camp.

“Are you offering an apology?” the neatly dressed young officer asked.

“Not really, I was just wondering if it would make you feel better,” Te’D replied.

The officer glared at Te’D’s impudence. “Ready!”

I guess this is really it, Te’D thought. Maybe I would have been better off staying lost in the desert with that slave girl.

“Aim!”

Damn, this is it, I’m going to die, he continued. What was her name again? Ta’ … Ta … Damn, she had nice soft tits. Oh yeah, Ta’Lor!

Te’D grimaced and braced himself for his certain end. But nothing happened.

Suddenly, Te’D heard sounds of a fight breaking out. Voices shouting for help, blasters firing, bodies hitting the ground. A blaster fired wildly nearly taking off Te’D’s ear. Then there was more people running, more yelling and cries of pain, more bodies hitting the ground, moans and groans. And through it all, something or someone moving swiftly back and forth across the camp yard.

Finally, the fighting seemed to come to an end. The blindfold was roughly ripped from Te’D’s eyes. He had to squint and blink for a few seconds to adjust to the bright daylight. When he could finally see, he blinked a few more times, not believing what he was seeing. The bodies of his entire squadron lay sprawled across the yard, many of them bleeding, some clutching broken limbs. Their weapons were just as broken and useless as the soldiers. In front of him stood a short but wide creature dressed in a dark brown cloak with the hood pulled over his head. In one hand he held the blindfold and in the other was a long metal staff.

The warrior dropped the blindfold and reached up at the chain that held Te’D’s wrist. Te’D could see that the stranger was exceptionally muscular. With what looked like an almost effortless tug, the rescuer tore the chain out of the wall, quickly shifted the staff to the other hand and repeated the feat with the other chain. Then he raised the staff and brought it down upon a link in the leg chain. The metal rod obliterated the link. The other leg chain was soon split as well.

The stranger stepped back to allow the large Turgentoi to see that he truly was free. “Who are you?” Te’D asked. “Why are you helping me?”

“Can’t you just say ‘Thank you’?” the stranger replied, “Is that too hard for you, Sparky?” The warrior pulled the hood back revealing her face.

“Ta’Lor?” Te’D looked around again at the scene of destruction surrounding them and then back at Taylor who now stood with her cloak pulled back on one side, showing off the massive musculature she now had. “Ta’Lor?” he repeated, his small eyes as wide as they could open.

“In the flesh,” she answered his stares with a smirk. “Oh, by the way …” She jabbed Te’D’s jaw with quick stab of her free hand. The punch knocked his head back into the wall and he slumped to the ground unconscious. “… I owe you one.”

Taylor lifted the comatose Turg over her shoulder and headed back to her skimmer. As she passed the commanding officer he was just beginning to come to, bleeding from the crack she had given his head. She paused long enough to plant the toe of her boot on his chin which launched him back ten feet, knocking him out again.

*****

Te’D awoke slowly. He tried to reach up with his hand to rub some of the soreness in his jaw, but strangely, he found that his hands were bound once more. His first thought was that he had just dreamt that he had been rescued by a muscular Terran woman. It occurred to him that he might have actually been shot and the whole thing was just some strange Turgentoi afterlife vision. Except that the Turgentoi didn’t believe in an afterlife.

“Good morning, Sparky.”

“My name is …” Te’D’s eyes opened as wide as they could. If this was the afterlife, he must be in hell. He recognized the voice even before he saw her face. “…Ta’Lor?”

“No. Me Taylor. You Te’D.” Taylor said with a smirk.

He took a moment to look around and get his bearings. They were back in the ship that Ta’Lor had brought him to a few days ago. He was laying on a bed in the medi-lab. He looked down at his hands. Someone had wrapped a thick metal bar around his waist and then circled his wrists with it as well. His ankles were being held immobile in a similar fashion. It looked like the bar had been molded like soft clay. But when Te’D tried again to free his hands and feet, he found that he couldn’t even begin to bend the sturdy stuff.

Looking up, Te’D was shocked at Taylor’s appearance. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts, both of which did little to conceal her bulging musculature. Next to Ta’Lor was another Terran woman with wavy blond hair. Te’D noticed her slave collar was missing which made him realize that Ta’Lor no longer had hers either. She was quite a bit bustier than Ta’Lor but as thin as his savior had been when they first met.

Te’D looked back down at his restraints. “Is there a reason that I am being held like this?” If he was wondering how the metal handcuffs had been fashioned, he never let on.

“I just wanted to make sure that you cooperated with us.”

“Cooperate?” Te’D asked, “With what?”

“It seems we need some of your body fluids.”

“Well, I know that I would be a lot more cooperative if you would release me,” Te’D said with a self satisfied smile, “If you want my ‘body fluids,’ I’d be more inclined to give you some if I wasn’t shackled.”

Taylor got up close to the tall man, “I wasn’t planning on asking your permission.” Taylor backed away and began to prepare a small vial. “You see, after you left, I crawled up to the medi-unit and told it to heal me. However, it wasn’t sure how to repair the damage that you had done to me. The Med-Tronique 5000 needs to take a DNA sample to duplicate perfect health in the patient. When it scanned my profile, it was stumped for a while. Eventually it figured that I was a member of the Krystarr race, and it ‘made me better.’ Quite a bit better, actually. Super, to be precise.”

Taylor stepped up to Te’D again, “You’re probably asking yourself, why did the computer have such a hard time finding my species? I know I certainly did, as I lay on the table in excruciating pain. The problem was that there was a foreign substance in my blood that was throwing the readings off. Can you guess what that substance was, Te’D?”

Te’D looked away sheepishly. Taylor almost smiled at the big guy. If he had had human skin, he probably would have been turning red. “Perhaps. I don’t remember much of what happened that day, actually. I was in so much pain. I may have been delusional.”

“Is that what they teach you in basic training? Try to shift the blame away from yourself?” Taylor paused, not really expecting an answer. “It was your semen that had been forced down my throat and into my stomach. By the time I had made my way to the medi-unit, I had some of you mixing it up in my blood stream.”

Taylor approached the other woman who had been waiting patiently through this entire exposition. The woman opened a part of her top, revealing her fat nipple and areola. She began to gently milk herself into the vial that Taylor was holding. “I’m not saying that it didn’t work out well. I’m as strong as 500 Turgentoi, I’m free of my slave collar, and I have a plan to get me and a few friends back to Earth. I did a lot of research after I got ‘fixed.’ I found out why you had that immediate reaction to my milk. So I figured that if the Med-Tronique could help me, it could help another Terran woman, too. That’s when I liberated my friend Melissa here.”

Taylor stepped back to the prone mercenary holding the vial of mother’s milk . With her free hand she grasped the reshaped metal bar and used it as a handle to lift the large man into the air, rotate him, and then set him on his feet on the floor. “But the blasted machine has a built in ethics program that I couldn’t override,” Taylor continued, trying to get the rest of the back story into a small amount of space so we could get on with the action. “It won’t change a person into another species. So we had to try to replicate what had happened to me as closely as possible.”

“Taylor ‘enlisted’ the help of one of your people,” Melissa spoke for the first time, “and everything went as we planned. The milk, the ‘reaction,’ the resulting gooey glob that I had to swallow. The only catch was that the damn machine didn’t come back with the same DNA reading.”

“That’s when I realized that it had to be you,” Taylor said, smiling up at the tall man. “What is it about you that’s so special?”

Te’D once more tried to avert his eyes. “My … my mother …”

Melissa and Taylor were taken aback. “I guess the stories my dad always told me might have been true,” Te’D continued. “He used to say that my mother was from another planet, like one of the last women of Krystarr.”

Taylor stared at the bound Turg for a moment. “Wait a minute,” she said as if she were trying to unravel a puzzle, “I read that Turgentoi females have reproductive glands in their throats and upper bodies. How would your father and mother … you know …”

“That’s not much of a mystery. Like many Obernorcans and Turgentoi today, I was conceived in a laboratory.”

Satisfied with that flimsy explanation, Taylor shrugged her massive shoulders, “I’ll buy that. Okay, let’s get on with this.”

“And what if I don’t want to help you Terrans?” a defiant Te’D challenged them.

Taylor grabbed the end of the metal bar and gently twisted it a little tighter around one of his wrists. “We could do this the easy way, or the hard way, but either way, this milk is going into your mouth.”

Te’D sighed as he weighed his few options, then reluctantly he opened his mouth. Taylor reached up and poured in the contents of the vial. Te’D once more was savoring the flavor when he was overcome with a mating lust. He strained against the metal, almost bending it in his sexual frenzy. Slowly the long thick tongue emerged from his mouth, twitching. Taylor scooped up Melissa by the waist and held her mouth level with Te’D. The blond guided the Turg’s sex organ into her mouth and prepared herself for the effluent.

In seconds, the familiar thick goo was filling Melissa’s mouth. She did her best to swallow as much as she could without gagging. Exhausted and woozy from his ejaculation, Te’D plopped down on the bed. Taylor gently lowered her friend and led her to the examination table. Now the Med-Tronique 5000 had to to its thing.

After waiting an hour (while Te’D slumbered noisily) for the cum to get into Melissa’s blood stream, Taylor addressed the robotic doc, “Medical unit, we need help.”

“Med-Tronique 5000. How can I assist you?”

“This patient needs attention,” Taylor commanded, “I don’t know what is wrong with her. Evaluate her condition and restore her to specifications.”

The mechanical doctor buzzed into action. Scans were done to reveal any abnormalities. A metallic arm swung down from above and drew a sample of her blood for analysis. Sensors in the bed were activated to monitor her body signs. Then the machine paused.

Taylor was getting concerned. This was as far as they had come before. The medi-unit seemed to be considering how to proceed. Suddenly, it sprang to life again. Apparently it had decided to continue. A sedative was given to Melissa and she was out in a matter of seconds. Meanwhile, the medical computer was designing nanobots to bring about the proper effect in the young woman. When all was ready, another arm, tipped with a hypodermic needle, carefully extended toward Melissa, inserted the needle in her arm, and began the long process of rebuilding her.

All Taylor could do now was wait and keep Te’D occupied. Taylor looked over and saw that her huge captive was beginning to wake. She grabbed the ends of the metal bar that she had used as temporary handcuffs and began to gently open them up. Her muscles bulged outrageously with the effort, but the metal was no match for her super strength.

“You are letting me go, Ta’Lor?” the sleepy mercenary asked.

“You’ve been a good boy,” Taylor replied as she repeated the same feat to free his feet. “Besides, I want you to see this.” She led him to the other table where the robo-doc was working on Melissa. “How often do you get a chance to witness the birth of a superwoman?”

[Zespara Alathar]

Keep it coming, Rick.  😉

This story seems to be the start of a nice novella of FMG and adventure.  Here's hoping that it could be as good as some of your other tales like the Librarian (which I think of as one of the all-time classics!).

Z

[ratlaf]

I second that.  Awesome chapter!!!  I look forward to more…  Thanks!

[Samurai]

Great Job!

[lfan]

Another Power Company "Instant Classic"…..nice work, Rick!  Can't wait for next installment!

[rodman]

Rick,
This is another short post to say that your story is great. I can't wait to witness the creation of another SUPERWOMAN!!
Please continue!
Rodman 8)

[KeithXZ]

Excellent.  Can't wait to read more!

[Warren Vehec]

Rick,

Wow! Great story so far.  I'm curious to see if there's a survivor male from earth somewhere in this story?  Since they only did the modification on the women, but none on the men, that would be a story to read!

Warren

[ratlaf]

I'm curious to see if there's a survivor male from earth somewhere in this story?  Since they only did the modification on the women, but none on the men, that would be a story to read!

I'm curious to see what the reaction will be to these former slave girls when they make it back to Earth…!

[Samurai]

I hope the third chapter is in writeing. 😀

[Author]

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