Slave Girls From the Planet Nurtz (part two)
by Rick Powers
Girls being held as slaves on an alien planet discover a way to escape.
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 liked 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. " ...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, thinking them to be world conquerors that 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. "... 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 Turgs 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. Its 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 is, 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 cretin 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 in 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'Durghyen'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'Durghyen'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'Durghyen'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?"
"Yo. 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 Taylor
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'Durghyen 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 Taylor was another
Terran woman with wavy blond hair. Te'Durghyen noticed her slave collar was missing, which
made him realize that Taylor no longer had hers either. She was quite a bit bustier than Taylor,
but as thin as his savior had been when they first met.
Te'Durghyen 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'Durghyen asked, "with what?"
"It seems we need some of your body fluids for my friend here."
"Well, I know that I would be a lot more cooperative if you would release me," Te'Durghyen 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 the computer had 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," Marissa spoke for the first time. She had also
picked up the Turgentoi language from her time on the planet. "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'Durghyen?"
Te'D once more tried to avert his eyes. "... 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 Marissa by
the waist and held her mouth level with Te'Durghyen's. 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 Marissa'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 do its thing.
After waiting an hour (while Te'D slumbered noisily) for the cum to get into Marissa's blood stream,
Taylor addressed the robotic doc. "Medical unit, we need help."
"Med-Tronique 5000. How can I assist you?" the computer replied in a dispassionate, computer
sort of voice.
"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 Marissa, 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 Marissa. "How often do you get a chance to witness the birth of a superwoman?"
Indeed, the Med-Tronique's busy little nanobots were affecting a profound change in the young
woman. Her breasts had been so large that she needed a special garment that supported their weight.
Of course, they weren't as large as they had been during the height of her lactation days, but still
they would have required at least an F-cup bra, had one been available. But now, as Taylor and Te'D
looked on, they seemed to be shrinking at a rapid pace. Taylor checked a monitor to confirm her suspicion
that the nanobots were converting the extra fat stores for the energy needed to rebuild Marissa.
First, like building a city, the infrastructure needed to be strengthened. Marissa's bones had been
so depleted of calcium by her constant milking over the years that they were dangerously brittle.
The nanobots immediately set about rebuilding them. By the time the tiny machines were done, her
bones would be harder than titanium.
Next came her tendons and ligaments. The sedated girl moaned slightly as the busy bots turned
her soft tissue into powerful straps of spring steel. They would need to be as strong as possible to
put up with the unimaginable strain that her muscles would be able to generate.
All the while, internal organs were undergoing dramatic changes in order to duplicate the Krystarr
physiology. The respiratory, circulatory and digestive systems were upgraded to super human levels.
Strange new organs that astonished Taylor as she followed her friend's progress, took shape inside.
Taylor could only guess at the reason for these and she wondered if she, too, had them inside herself.
The hours passed quickly with the two observers checking vital statistics and visually monitoring
Marissa. Finally, the nanobots began to work on her muscles. It looked to Te'Durghyen like the
unconscious girl was trying to flex her muscles, sometimes individually, sometimes in groups.
Taylor had had her strip down to just underwear before starting the robotic doctor, so it was easy
to watch the changes happening to her.
It seemed like Marissa was adding inches of muscle to her arms and legs with each passing second.
Then her chest began to slowly inflate and her huge boobs were lifted somewhat as mounds of
pectoral muscles began appearing. Even her skin which had begun to wrinkle and sag in places,
became soft, smooth, and taut; glowing with a healthy tan.
Taylor motioned to Te'D to follow her out of the sick bay and toward the bridge. She had been
thinking about what her next move should be. As she plopped down in the captain's chair she said,
"I guess I should have told you that Marissa and I were friends back on our planet. When your boys
attacked our high school, I tried to rescue her and got caught myself. So this is like fulfilling a
promise that I would try to help her."
"That is very... noble... of you Ta'Lor," Te'D replied as he seated himself in another of the bridge chairs.
"Hell, I don't know if I would call it noble," Taylor turned the chair slightly to keep Te'D from seeing
her blush. She stared at a star map of the system that Nurtz was in. "I guess I've got a new
appreciation for loyalty now that we're so far away from home. And a new appreciation of what
it means to be a slave." Taylor spun back to Te'Durghyen.
"How many slave ships come from Earth each year."
Te'D thought for a moment. "Actually, the market for Earth women is slowing lately. I would estimate
that only one or two ships make the journey each year."
"And what kind of escort does the Turgentoi give those ships?" Taylor asked as she turned her
attention back to the star map.
"I'm not sure that I can divulge that sort of information, Ta'Lor," Te'D replied, his rocky face more
serious, if that was possible. "What is the nature of your inquiry?"
"I want to put an end to this slave trade. No person, whether they're Terran, Turgentoi, or Obernorcan,
should be a slave." She paused, then looked at Te'D. "But, I'm going to need your help."
Te'Durghyen's craggy features seemed to indicate surprise (or at least what Taylor would have
guessed was surprise) at her request. "Slavery is just a fact of life in most of the universe. I know
that even you Terrans practice to this day."
Taylor's anger, born of years spent as a slave, flared. "Civilized..." she began, and then thought
more about her words.
"Noble people don't make slaves of others. They can respect the rights of others as they wish their
rights to be respected."
The two sat in stony silence for a while. "So will you help?" Taylor finally asked.
"I assume you can only mean that you want me to help you create more Krystarr females.
Aren't two of you enough?"
"Not if we're going to take on an entire universe. I'd like a few more on my side," Taylor replied.
"Besides, you being a Turgentoi soldier could come in handy."
"And what if I refuse? What if I don't cooperate with your plans?" Te'Durghyen asked.
"As I recall," Taylor said as she rose and walked over to the massive man seated in a bridge chair,
there's a certain junior officer that might like to see you again." Taylor leaned forward, resting her
hands on the arms of the chair. She slowly, effortlessly, began crushing the thick metal. "And
considering how easy it was for me to get you out of there, it would probably be just as easy to
return you. To the exact same spot."
Te'D looked from Taylor's deep cleavage, which was right in front of his face, over to her huge
triceps bulging on her arms, and down to her small but incredibly powerful hands. "You make such
a convincing argument, Ta'Lor," he replied as he watched her forearms swell with her increasing
grip. "But do you think you will find more Terran women who would want to become Krystarr?"
"Oh, yes ... oh god, yes!"
Taylor spun around at the sound of Marissa's voice. Well, at least she assumed it was Marissa,
since no one else was on the craft. But the voice didn't match Taylor's memory, it was deeper,
more confident, more powerful. Then she saw the superwoman standing in the doorway to the
bridge. She was indeed a superwoman!
Marissa's wavy blond hair seemed fuller, more vibrant as it wreathed shoulders that resembled
boulders in their size, shape, and firmness. From her shoulders hung massive arms that, even
unflexed, were nearly the size of her tight, muscle-plated waist. Her breasts were huge for a Terran,
but less than half the size they had been a few hours before. They stood out proud and firm supported
by the unreal strength of her bulging pectoral muscles and her super dense, indestructible skin and ligaments.
Marissa's legs were longer and flared out from narrow hips to the awesome curves of her lower thighs.
The four muscles in her quadriceps could be clearly seen, each seemingly pushing the others aside,
fighting for prominence. Her calves were so large that they could be clearly seen from the front. She
was holding the metal bar that Taylor had used to bind Te'Durghyen's hands. She raised it up and
began easily bending and shaping it, as if it were made out of modeling clay.
The muscles in Marissa's arms and chest exploded in size as she molded the strong metal. She
folded it in on itself and then compressed it into a rough ball shape. Satisfied with her impromptu
sculpture, she held it in one hand while she raised her other arm and flexed her huge bicep as hard
as she could. The monstrous muscle kept expanding in height and girth until it was the size of a
cantaloupe. As the muscle peaked, it nearly touched her clenched fist.
Marissa unceremoniously dropped the mangled metal to the floor and it nearly broke through the
decking of the ship. That drew Taylor's attention away from her friend to check the status of her ship.
"Holy shit!" Taylor exclaimed, her eyes wide. Te'D looked down and registered mild alarm.
Marissa was floating several inches above the floor.
TO BE
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