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The young woman glanced over and checked to make certain that
her leather utility uniform was still where she'd tossed it earlier.
It was a standard Space-issue uniform issued for duty in a
potentially dangerous environment such as Lethoria; brief enough to
free her limbs for action, studded with metal armor-tabs to resist a
blade swipe. Crumpled next to the scraps of black leather was a
heavy, hooded travel-cloak.
Tossing her head back and closing her eyes, she let the humid
heat take hold of her. A sheen of perspiration had long since
covered her naked sun-bronzed body, the glistening wetness
accentuating the sculptured muscularity that lay rippling just
beneath the woman's taut flesh.
Like most Battle Amazons, Alesia's physique was honed to an
extreme level of fitness. But her long-limbed body was also smoothly
curvacious in all the right places. The juxtaposition of pronounced
muscularity and rounded female flesh, along with the melange
of Asian-Polynesian and Russian genetics, gave the young woman an
unusually exotic and erotic appearance. Despite the magnificently
developed muscles, there was not even a hint of doubt about Alesia's
gender. Alesia was all woman!
If called upon to describe her, you would probably talk about her
cascading jet-black hair, the columnar throat, wide shoulders, the
flat-firmness of her stomach with its curious bands of etched sinew, a
pair of wickedly sleek hips and a firmly rounded butt. Then you
might have said something about her impossibly long legs; a runner's
legs, with strong thighs and rounded calves. You would have had
trouble describing her face, other than hint at the high cheekbones,
the wide forehead, thin nose and generous lush-lipped mouth. What
color would you have called her eyes . . . gray? Ice-blue? The fact
is that you'd probably just settle for saying that she was gorgeous!
And I'll bet that you would probably have saved Alesia's breasts for
last.
Only the athletic width of her smooth shoulders could have
anchored the thrusting solidity of her breasts. Hers was a wide chest
with deep clevage between the melon-solid mounds. Alesia reached up
with one hand to wipe away some of the sweat that dripped down the
majestic slopes of those breasts, the fingers sliding on down to cup
the jutting globes, thumbs reaching up to make a circular movement
around the already aroused nipples.
Unlike many of her sisters who worked-out with weights, Alesia's tits had never shrunk in size, even as lean muscle replaced female body-fat. Perhaps
one of the reasons was that Alesia had never taken the heavy steroidals that
the BodyShapers used, the enhancement drugs that built muscularity
at the expense of the more rounded soft-firm female physique as possessed
by female athlete-breeders. Thus, Alesia's solidly
contoured breasts thrust outward in absolutely perfect size and shape. They
were, in truth, tits . . . heavy, smooth, nard-nippled tits.
The contact of flesh against
flesh felt good, and a dreamy smile tugged at the woman's lips. She
gave a deep sigh. Then the hand moved down and across the smooth
flatness of her belly, brushing away the tiny rivulets of sweat that
trickled down into the soft curly muff of her thick black pubic
area.
Perhaps it was the tension that was making her so turned-on, but
whatever it was Alesia wished that her battle-mate could have joined
her for this mission. Instead, she was left to her own devises to
alleviate the sexual arousal she was feeling. And so her hands and
fingers began their slow dance of passion, bringing her right to the
edge of an explosive climax. Just then, however, almost unnoticed
through the hiss of pleasure and harsh breathing, came the sound of
an insistant beeping.
The woman stiffened to attention, her head swiveling slowly as
her ice-blue eyes sought the source of the electronic signal. She
leaned over and picked up her travel-cloak, reached into an inner
pocket, and pulled out a small, square case of almost irridescent
blue color. A thumbnail flicked a concealed switch, and the lid slid
back to reveal a tiny screen monitor. A message was already
scrolling down the face of the screen.
The young Battle Amazon watched for several seconds, then
abruptly snapped the lid shut. She stood there, eyes staring out
into the jungle, her mind a million miles away. Well, better make
that a few BILLION miles away! Alesia was a long way from home,
whatever the milage was.
This was her first solo outer-planet assignment, and she was
more than a tiny bit on edge. The message had done little to sooth
her tension. It was, according to the data she'd just received, time
to meet Agent Prime. But dammit, Alesia realized, she was still in a
sexually aroused state . . . a mood that needed to be satisfied
before she could begin her dangerous field assignment. I mean, come
on now . . . what was a girl in THAT condition to do?
For a moment, Alesia let the idea of engaging in a quick
Sim-Scene exercise routine roll around in her mind. Maybe a quick
virtual grapple with a Level-5 Simulation Amazon would relieve her
jitters. A slow-motion wrestling bout with a magnificently muscled
Syn-Amazon was the next best thing to actual real-time sex you could
get in the field, she thought to herself with a smile.
The ability to immerse oneself into a virtual environment to
interact with other virtual entities and engage in hand-to-hand
combat practice was another product of the Battle Labs. It was based
upon work done back in the late 20th century by Silicon Graphics
with computer modeling and simulation. Recent advances in human
motion capture and head-mounted display technologies now allowed
Battle Amazons to implement fully emmersable, real-time combat
training with a simulation adversary. The tiny blue box that she
still held in her hand also acted as 3-D image server, containing a
state-of-the-art SGI image database that boasted an almost
unbelievable 10 terraflops of memory. Simply by slipping into a
light-weight wireless virtual head display, which was tucked away in
one of the pockets of her travel cloak, Alesia could engage in the
exercise kata movements of personal combat. With the mere
flick of a switch, she would find herself wrapped up in a tight
locked hold with a Syn-Amazon, wrestling furiously in sweat-drenched
realism.
The simulation would be so realistic that she would actually feel
the "body" of her antagonist, feel the Syn-Amazon's sinews flexing
and rippling against her own sweat-slippery flesh, feel the sleek
weight of the other's body pressing against her own. And once Alesia
got the naked Sym-Amazon opponent between her scissoring thighs,
once their loins were locked together and their clits entangled,
then the young Battle Amazon knew that she could quickly gain the
sexual release she so urgently desired.
(Author's Note: OK, let's pause here for a minute and introduce a
new element into our story. For those of you who would like to
pursue the previous paragraph a bit further, then here is a variation
on the theme. If you would like to explore the idea of a "sim-scene",
then you can click here on The Syn Amazon.
For the rest of you, continue on below.)
 With an impatient shake of her
head, Alesia realised there wasn't time for any sex-play. She
suddenly reached down for her uniform leathers, wishing that she
could remain nude for just a little longer in this oppressive
heat.
In the light of the double moons that filtered down through the
jungle canopy, her body gleamed with sweat as she slipped into her
black leather battle garment. She reached up behind her neck to snap
the halter straps, and her biceps leaped up from hiding to flex into
taut-fleshed balls of strength. The black leather straps barely
covered the nipples of her melon-solid breasts, and left her
contoured abs uncovered. She sat back on her heels, with her
thighs spread apart in front of her. As she slipped the studded
leather straps around her sinewy waist, Alesia found herself
thinking back over the briefing she'd been given aboard the
spaceship that had brought her to Lethoria.
The Commander herself had handled the briefing, as if to
underscore how important the assignment was. At first it sounded
like a refresher course in 21st Century Earth History. As the
regally tall Commander reminded her, the mission to Lethoria was
crucially important to the success of an impending exploratory
landing on this alien planet of Amazons.
The planning for this Research & Reconnaissance mission had been
ongoing for over thirty Earth years . . . thirty years during which
not a single scrap of data had been received from the secret agent
that Earth Command had originally put in place. In fact, it wasn't
even known for sure if Agent Prime was still alive. That was
Alesia's task, to find a man named Luden. And this Luden was
supposed to be a VERY special man indeed.
Alesia remembered the Commander telling her about the Quatzil
Experiment. Quatzil was a hormonal enhancement drug that had been
created at the Battle Labs, a drug that finally permitted the women
of Earth to enjoy the same strength and muscular development as any
male.
In the old days, a mixed-gender military had just never really
worked, at least in terms of women being as effective as men in a
combat situation. It was a constant source of irritation between men
and women in the military services. Women wanted equal parity with
their male
counterparts. But the females could not keep up with the males on
the level of physical strength, and that was enough to keep the
women in a
lessor, non-combat position. Quatzil was designed to bring more
physical
equality to the table for the warrior-women of Earth. And it proved
to be almost too effective!
"Within months the women who had been given the drug during the
first trials had actually surpassed the men in strength, endurance,
and the muscle-mass of their bodies," the Commander had told Alesia.
"There was an interesting and unforseen hormonal side effect,
however. The more muscular the women grew, the more sexually
stimulated they became. Quatzil became the ultimate aphrodisiac for
women; first for the women in the military and then, later, for all
the women of Earth."
"One of the reasons for this was the way in which the female
clitoris developed in response to the drug", continued the
Commander. "It was a lot like the ancient steroids which those they
called bodybuilders used to massively increase the size and
shape of their muscles. After several months of ingesting Quatzil, a
woman's clit grew enormously, until the tiny bulb of female flesh
became as big as a smallish-sized male penis. And, other than the
male prerogitive of seminal ejaculation, the Quatzil-enhanced clit
could be used in the same way as a man's cock; to bring a woman to
orgasm, but without the danger of conceiving an unwanted child".
The Commander had gone on to explain to Alesia
that this had led to the Quatzil-enhanced women soon deciding that
there
really wasn't any need for men in their society, at least as
manogamous
mates. And that was the very beginning of the Amazon Party
philosophy
that eventually shook Earth to its core. "During the next
twenty-five years", continued the Spaceship Commander, "the male
population of Earth gradually came under the political and social
dominance of the Amazons. The women ruled well, far better than the
long line of Male Dominators who had kept Earth in a constant state
of war. But there was a downside; with the women no longer dependent
on men to satisfy them sexually, the birth rate across the whole
planet plummeted to near zero. There was a real danger that in
another generation or two the human race would be extinct. And THAT
was that! Even the most hard-core Amazon Party members realized a
change had to take place."
It had taken only a few more years to outlaw Quatzil and make
its use a punishable offence, the Commander explained. But by then
the damage had been done. Any woman who had ever tasted the delights
of Quatzil was seemingly addicted for her whole lifetime. It hooked
the user far more strongly than any of the old "recreational" drugs
had ever done in the distant past of the mid-20th century. And
Quatzil was combated with all the authoritarian vigor that the old
drugs has been, and the jails began to fill.
"Eventually", said the Commander continuing Alesia's briefing,
"it was discovered that Quatzil-enhanced females passed the physical
addiction to their daughters through a viral-type DNA transmission.
Soon, half of Earth's female population was taking the drug, illegal
or not. And that was just too many women to put into prison. So
finally, three generations of the worst case Quatzil-hooked women
were gathered together and shipped off to a far distant planet; a
planet called Lethoria, which would become both their home and their
prison."
That was over fifty years ago, and now Alesia was being sent to
gather all the information possible about what had transpired during
that half a century of isolation. Her contact was to be Agent Prime,
the Earth-male known as Luden, who had been there in place for
thirty years. The problem was that he had not been heard from for
all that time, until just a month ago. A message had come through
from Luden, saying that he had vital information to be transmited.
Since it was too risky to attempt an electronic transfer, it was
decided to send a seasoned Battle Amazon to personally debrief this
male secret agent.
And now it was time to meet this legendary Agent Prime. Alesia
found herself wondering what he would be like. A man who had been
under the domination of the Lethorian Amazons for the past thirty
years. She felt a strange thrill of anticipation at what was to
come. But had Alesia only known of what was taking place in another
part of the planet's jungle, not more than a mile away, she would
have realized how complex and dangerous her assignment really was
going to be.
In a jungle clearing much like the one in which Alesia stood, a
small group of Lethorian Amazons were gathered, and these women
included three of the principal characters of the intriguing drama
that Alesia was unknowingly going to be a part of during her
mission.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Now, before I post the next chapter, perhaps you might find it interesting to know WHY I have chosen to write this particular kind of
story. In other
words, if you'd like to have an insight into my own very personal
predilection for Amazons, you can link to what I have chosen to
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lesia tried to sleep, sitting
upright leaning against a tree trunk, but without success. It might have been the oppressive heat, since the planet's
atmosphere was like an Earth-side Turkish Bath. Or it could have
been the cries and twitterings of unseen jungle creatures
that interrupted the silence of the night and her attempts at sleep.
It might also have been the nagging worry about the deep-cover agent
Alesia had
been sent to Lethoria to meet, a secret agent who was now a full twenty-four Earth hours late in making contact.