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The Star Woman pt. 1 (Maidens of Might #3)

by Sigma

I

She was a cosmic malignancy, a death goddess from the darkest reaches of space.

Her real name was a mystery. The operatives sent to investigate the derelict space ship only knew her by the name Hollow, and now they were at the mercy of of this woman and her alien marauders.

She stood tall, well over 6 feet, with pale, purple skin and a flawless, curvy body barely contained by a skintight, dark purple outfit. The spikes of her heels clicked against blood-stained ground and the crowd of aliens, creatures of various sizes and skin colors, parted when she approached. At the center of the crowd was a pair of humans, beaten, humbled, and on their knees before her.

“We’re screwed…” One of them, a man, uttered in sheer terror. “We’re screwed.”

Next to him was a dark haired woman with a steely look on her face. She never looked away from Hollow but addressed her comrade all the same. “Keep it together, Willard…”

“Amelia, she killed everyone else!” Willard exclaimed. “She wiped out the whole fucking team!”

Hollow paused when she was a few feet away and put her hands on her shapely hips. She fixed her glowing white eyes on Willard. “Do you fear me, human?”

Willard stared at her and nodded.

Hollow then looked at Amelia. “And you?”

Amelia simply spit at Hollow’s feet. “Fuck you.”

Hollow smirked. She then turned to Willard and pointed. A ball of dark energy, crackling with electricity, formed and expanded. Willard screamed as it consumed him down to the last atom and then blinked out of existence.

Amelia choked back tears and looked down. “Bitch…” She lifted her head when she felt Hollow’s delicate fingers, her skin as cold as the void.

“You humans put up a valiant effort, but I am beyond you all. Now, since this ship approaches your world, I will see what bounties it has to offer me.”

“Just kill me already,” Amelia said, resigned to her fate.

Hollow smirked. “No. That’s too easy.”

Amelia looked around as many of the aliens closed in on her. Hands, claws, and tendrils began pawing at her body, and they held her in place when she tried to escape.

“These aliens have been on this prison ship without the warmth of another body for too long. I’m going to reward them for their service before we pillage your world. If there are others down there like you, it will be a very rewarding pillaging, indeed.”

Amelia grunted as they stripped off her combat armor, revealing a tight suit underneath that hugged her curvy body. “No!” she protested as the aliens grinned and fondled her body.

Hollow stepped back and smirked when an impact suddenly rocked the ship. The aliens all looked around, unsure where it came from, when an explosion shook the room. A massive section of the ceiling caved in, crushing several of the aliens and throwing the room into panic. As the convicts scrambled, Amelia got to her feet, her hands still bound behind her, and tried to run in the confusion.

She heard alien screams, she heard bodies being broken. There was an explosion and the sounds of life being cut short. Amelia saw one dead alien, a big creature with talons on its hands, and used a talon to cut herself free. After she did, she secured a gun from one of her dead teammates and armed it, looking for a target.

In the time it took her to find someone, she saw only two figures, standing among the carnage. Hollow stood tall, several balls of dark energy hovering around her. The other person was an alien who looked somewhat human. His skin was white like snow, as was his short hair, and he wore a gray, tight outfit that hugged his muscular frame. It reminded Amelia of an outfit a superhero back home would wear.

“It ends here, Hollow,” the alien warrior said. “I’ve taken down your flunkies. Surrender.”

“Varras Orr,” Hollow said, smirking. “I’m surprised you got here so fast.”

“You won’t beat me,” Varras told her.

“No...but I can slow you down,” Hollow said. She pointed at Amelia and Varras only just realized she was there. Hollow’s balls of energy flew at Amelia, who just barely managed to dodge them. As if they had a mind of their own, they flew up and slammed into the ceiling, partially collapsing it. Amelia looked up as rubble fell toward her. She tried to run, but a large block clipped her shoulder and took her down, and another came down on her leg. She screamed and looked up, as another, bigger block fell, threatening to crush her, but Varras stopped it with his immense strength.

Amelia looked up at him in awe and he looked down at her and smiled.

“You’re okay,” he said.

Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. “What about Hollow?”

Varras tossed the rubble aside and turned to look. “Damn. She’s gone.” He helped Amelia up and she stumbled.”

“My leg…” she complained.

Without a word, Varras picked her up in his arms. “This ship is becoming unstable. We should leave…” He then began flying down one of the halls, and Amelia looked at the bodies of her team before shutting her eyes and burying her face in his chest.

They reached the docking bay, where there was only one ship, a small, light attack craft of a design Amelia had never seen before.

“My ship’s gone!” Amelia said.

“Hollow must have taken it,” Varras said. “We’ll have to take mine,” he said before heading to the other ship. Once inside, he put her in the back of the spacious cockpit and took the controls, launching the ship out into space. After making some distance, the ship flew on its own and Varras got up and approached Amelia. He sat down next to her.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine…”

“I’m Varras Orr. I’m from the planet Nilmir. I’m one of the planet’s peacekeepers.”

“A Nilmirian…” Amelia said. “You’re a long way from home…”

Varras simply smiled at her.

“My name’s Amelia. Amelia Watts, from Earth. I’m an agent with the Cosmic Response Team. One of our satellites picked up this ship’s distress signal and…”

“Yes…” Varras said. “I was the one who caught Hollow and put her on that ship. She managed to escape and take it over. I should’ve been on there from the start to escort them…” He took a deep breath. “She’s no doubt heading to Earth. We’ll find her…”

Amelia looked at him. “She’s gonna pay for what she did to my team…”

As the ship sped toward Earth, the two of them looked at each other, and then Amelia smiled and coyly looked away. She edged her hand to her side, against his, and he took his hand in hers.

II – 20 Years Later

“Weak! You’re all weak!”

So bellowed the tall, muscular, anthropomorphic pig man. In his right hand, he held a massive, cruel looking blade and his left arm was wrapped in chain that ended in a heavy iron ball.

He stood in the center of a busy city street, destroyed police cars all around and bellowed out a challenge. A young woman landed on a nearby rooftop. She had pale skin and long white hair, and the curves of her body were hugged by a dark suit that showed off her arms and thighs.

“Dad, who is that?”

Varras Orr hovered down behind her with his arms across his broad chest. “Grukk, the War-Hog. He hops between worlds, looking for the strongest fighters. He’s not a planetary threat, but he is a menace and not to be taken lightly, V’lirra.”

“So let’s go get him!” V’lirra said.

“Hold on,” Varras said. “This is your mother’s op.”

V’lirra huffed and watched. Just then, a rocket flew through the air and hit the War-Hog, knocking him into the side of the building. Amelia lowered the rocket launcher on her shoulder as a CRT truck with mounted gun sped past her, firing heavy rounds at Grukk. The War-Hog snarled and launched his flail, hitting the truck and flipping it with one powerful blow.

“Well, shit…” Amelia said. CRT troops closed in, guns drawn, and began firing at the alien warrior.

The War-Hog charged, knocking soldiers aside, goring them with his tusks, and batting them out of his way as he rampaged.

Amelia ran at him and staggered him with a flying kick. By the time she was on her feet, however, the War-Hog had already recovered, and he grabbed her by the leg and slammed her hard into the side of a car.

Amelia crumpled to the ground and the War-Hog looked at her and lowered his blade. He eyed the curves of her vulnerable, curvy body and licked his lips. Just then, a powerful blast of energy hit him and knocked him back. He got up and glared at V’lirra, who held her glowing hands out. He ran and she flew, and she tackled the warrior pig-man as they both flew up and into a nearby building, crashing through a window.

Varras hovered down to the street and helped Amelia up.

“Thanks, honey,” she said, shaking her head. She looked up as the sounds of fighting shook the building. “Go help Lirra, I’ll get my people clear.”

“It’s her first big solo fight, let her have this one,” Varras said.

“Varras…”

“She’s not a child anymore, Amelia. If she’s going to be helping us with CRT business, she needs to get her feet wet sometime.”

“But against Grukk, Varras? Seriously?”

Varras shrugged. “She’ll be fine.”

*

“Ugh...this is not going how I planned…” V’lirra said to herself, on her hands and knees after taking a punishing blow from Grukk’s flail.

Grukk stood over her and snorted. “This is interesting. I have killed formidable humans, and I have killed formidable Nilmirians, but it has been some time since I have seen a hybrid.”

V’lirra looked up at him.

Grukk sniffed. “And you have that strange scent, girl. A scent that is rare among near-human females, no matter the planet. I smelled it on that woman outside, too. Those have been good past conquests too!” He brought his blade down and V’lirra rolled to the side to avoid being chopped in half. She got up and Grukk shoulder checked her into a wall. She slumped over and he gripped her by her neck, slamming her back into the wall. “When I encountered those woman, killing them wasn’t my first instinct…”

V’lirra growled and punched the War-Hog, but he took the hits and slammed her into the wall again, knocking the wind out of her.

“Instead...you women make me want to spread my seed…” Grukk said, dropping his other hand into his pants.

“Shit!” V’lirra gasped. She grunted when he slammed her into the ground, cracking the floor and then held her head down against it. She gagged when he wrapped the chain from his flail around her neck, and then cried out when she felt Grukk tear her costume and expose her ass.

“No! Stop!” V’lirra protested, trying to break his immense strength. She felt a bulging head probing her rear and then screamed when the War-Hog penetrated her. He yanked the chain with one hand, choking her, and gripped her hip with his other, as he squealed and began fucking her in her ass.

“Ah! Ah!” V’lirra screamed. “Bastard!” she cursed him, clenching her teeth. She pulled at the chain, trying to free her neck, but Grukk smacked her ass, making her scream as he pushed in and out. She could feel her asshole being stretched as Grukk’s pelvis slammed into the meat of her ass. One of her tits was exposed due to how her costume was torn and the pale, white nipple was rock hard as her tit swung back and forth with Grukk’s motions.

The War-Hog leaned in and chuckled. “How would you like to be a breeding sow, girl? I have no idea if I can even seed a hybrid, but it would be interesting to try.”

V’lirra didn’t answer. She was trying to fight back the mounting pleasure she was feeling as Grukk fucked her. Her mother had told her about this, about how their physiology would betray them at the height of pleasure, make them lose all reason and submit to whoever was fucking them. Amelia’s enemies often used it against her, and always implied that as long as V’lirra was in the field, it wasn’t a matter of if, but when it would happen to her. V’lirra wasn’t a virgin, but this was the first time an enemy had taken her.

She could feel the pleasure welling inside of her, and as she moaned, Grukk squealed in pleasure, driving himself deeper inside of her. A rough hand grabbed her tit and squeezed before Grukk pulled out of her and stood. V’lirra fell to her hands and knees, taking a moment to catch her breath. She then yelled when Grukk pulled her hair and lifted her up. The War Hog pulled her legs apart, exposing her pussy, and lowered her on his stiff shaft.

“No!” she protested, punching him in the face. He snarled and pushed himself in, and she gasped as his length went all the way in. He began fucking her in her tight pussy, and V’lirra knew she had to fight her way out, because it was game over if he made her orgasm. He bounced her up and down on his shaft, grunting and breathing heavily as V’lirra kept swinging her arm back, elbowing him hard in the face.

After a few more strikes, the War-Hog grunted in frustration. He pulled the girl off his cock and threw her to the ground. V’lirra tried crawling away, but Grukk stomped on her head, cracking the ground under her.

“It seems I’ll need to beat you into submission, first,” Grukk said. “No matter. You will be mine, girl.” He pressed his hoof down and V’lirra tried to muster enough strength to push him off, but she felt drained from the fucking, and she dreaded the thought at being at his mercy.

“That’s enough, Grukk,” a voice then boomed.

Varras flew in and hovered in the air above them.

“Varras Orr, the Pride of Nilmir himself,” Grukk chuckled. “I always hoped we’d meet on the battlefield.”

“Let the girl go.”

Grukk sniffed and looked down. “Ah...this one is your offspring. She put up a valiant fight.” Grukk kicked V’lirra out of the way and into a nearby pillar and then picked up his blade. He charged at Varras, who flew to the side. When Grukk brought it around for another swing, Varras grabbed his arm to stop the blow and then pulled, keeping his grip tight so Grukk couldn’t escape.

“You hurt my kid, I take compensation,” Varras said, his eyes flaring. Grukk grunted, but whatever he was about to say became lost as Varras pulled hard and ripped Grukk’s sword arm from his body. The War-Hog squealed in agony and V’lirra watched in wide-eyed astonishment.

Varras threw the severed arm aside and Grukk glared at him hatefully, holding the blood stump. He pressed a small object on his belt, opening a portal behind him. Without a word, the War-Hog fled and the portal closed behind him.

V’lirra limped over to her father, who turned and looked at her.

“Are you okay?”

V’lirra breathed heavily and then looked at her father. “You’re going to teach me how to do that, right?”

Varras smirked and pat his girl on the shoulder. “Let’s get out of here.”

***

Sometime later, V’lirra and her parents were at CRT world headquarters in Scotland. Amelia fussed over a cut on V’lirra’s forehead but she waved her away.

“Mom, I’m fine!”

“You don’t regenerate as quickly as your father, Lirra. You need to be careful.”

“She did fine against Grukk, honey,” Varras said. “It was tough fight, but she managed.”

V’lirra stayed quiet as her father covered for her, but Amelia continued tending to her daughter’s wounds, annoyed by Varras’ dismissiveness.

The door to the room opened and a tall, older woman in a suit walked in. She was Leslie Hall, head of operations for the Cosmic Response Team. Behind her was a man none of them recognized. He was middle-aged, with dark hair and a serious demeanor.

“I read the action report,” Leslie said, her Scottish accent thick. “Good work. Even through Grukk got away, I doubt he’ll be back any time soon. I want to introduce the three of you to someone.” She stepped aside and motioned to the man behind her. “This is Samuel Escher, from America. He has information I think you’ll be interested in,” she said to Varras and Amelia.

“Good day to you both,” He said to Varras and Amelia. “I’m here on behalf of the US Government. We appreciate our relationship with the CRT, but the government has began expressing interest in revamping its extraterrestrial and supernatural policing activities on domestic soil and I’m helping to build that organization.”

“Are you recruiting us?” Amelia asked.

“Not at all,” Escher said. “We know how valuable you are to the CRT and your lovely daughter will likely follow in your footsteps. Still, we’d like to extend an olive branch. We believe Hollow is in America.”

Varras and Amelia immediately perked up.

“She’s been quiet the last 20 years,” Leslie said. “Her trail went cold, but it looks like she’s popped back up and with the government's permission, we want you to bring her in.”

“Say no more,” Varras said, and Amelia nodded.

“I’m going too!” V’lirra said.

He parents looked at her and then at each other.

“I don’t like it,” Amelia said. “But she’ll find a way to follow us if we say no.”

Varras simply laughed and V’lirra simply grinned.

“Excellent!” Escher said. “We leave immediately. I have a ship ready to go that will get us there in 3 hours. I’ll brief you once we’re in the air.”

*

 The fast-moving ship sped across the Atlantic, with Varras, Amelia, V’lirra, and Escher in the back compartment. Varras and V’lirra were sitting next to each other, whispering amongst themselves and Amelia watched them suspiciously before leaning toward Escher, who was sitting next to her.

“Those two are up to no good…”

V’lirra then got up and walked over to them. “Um, Mr. Escher, would it possible to open the hatch? I want to see if I can fly fast enough to keep up with the ship. Dad says I can’t do it.”

“Varras…’ Amelia groaned. He simply grinned at her.

“I don’t see the harm in it,” Escher said. He then got up and pulled the lever, opening the back hatch. Varras and V’lirra then got up, waved, and dove out over the ocean before taking to the air.

“Quite an interesting pair, those two,” Escher said.

“They’re attached at the hip,” Amelia said. “Varras is a good father and she takes after him.”

“She has all of his abilities?” Escher asked.

“Yes, though not as strong. Still, she’s growing into her powers. She can even do the mind-viewing technique, though Varras doesn’t like her using it. It puts a really bad strain on her because she’s half human. Leaves her with headaches for a few hours.” 

Escher nodded. “What about her name? It’s Nilmirian, right?”

Amelia nodded. “V’lirra is the name of a legendary hero on Nilmir. It translates to ‘She of the Stars,’ or simply ‘The Star Woman’. The V’lirra of legend is said to have saved the planet from a world-eating serpent. It’s not clear whether or not she actually existed, but she’s revered almost like a goddess, and V’lirra is a fairly common name among girls from Nilmir because of it.”

Escher smiled as she explained it.

“Forgive me if I’m too forward, Mr. Escher, but do you have children?”

Escher took a photo from his jacket. It showed him in his younger years, with a little girl on his shoulders. “This is my firstborn, Clara. We lost her to illness when she was a child.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry…”

Escher nodded in thanks. “My wife and I have two boys, too. I do what I do to make this world the kind of place I would have wanted Clara to grow up in.”

Amelia smiled and pat him on the shoulder.

A few minutes later, V’lirra returned to the ship and Varras was right behind her.

“Did you two get that out of your system?” Amelia asked.

“I beat dad! I’m faster!” V’lirra said.

“I let you win!” Varras told her.

Escher smiled and closed the hatch. “Now, to business. We’re going to Fortune City. Several days ago, a government facility there went silent. Some footage managed to get out, and the cameras showed a being we believe to be Hollow.”

“Is the facility one of the ones in the desert?” Amelia asked.

Escher cleared his throat. “No, the facility is in the city itself, beneath a venue called The Grove.”

Amelia and Varras immediately looked at each other and V’lirra noticed.

“What’s the Grove?” she asked.

“It’s uhh…” Varras stammered.

“It’s a swingers club,” Escher answered.

“Why do you two…?” V’lirra asked.

“Your father and I are...familiar with the place, honey…” Amelia said. “Remember the vacations we’d take to America when you were younger? You’d stay with your aunt Rose and your cousins while your dad and I went…”

“You said you were going hiking!” V’lirra said.

“We did,” Amelia said. “That was usually after our stays at the Grove...”

“Oh, my god...I don’t want to hear this!” V’lirra said.

“We have lives outside of the CRT!” Amelia said.

Varras shrugged. “Very active lives. Honestly, we’re both surprised we only have one child, given how...active we are.”

“Dad!” V’lirra said, covering her ears.

“We’ll land in Fortune City in one hour,” Escher said.

V’lirra got up and went to the other side of the ship. “I’ll be over here, trying not to think about my parents in an orgy or whatever. Blech!”

***

The ship landed on the roof of a massive building and everyone stepped out into the cool desert night air. Fortune City glowed in a sea of lights all around them and Escher led them to the inside of the building.

Once inside, the group found themselves among masses and masses of people in various states of undress. Unobtrusive music played from speakers. All around them, men and woman of various ages engaged in sex acts, chit chat, and conversation. Escher stayed focus, leading the group. Varras and Amelia looked at each other knowingly and whispered among themselves. V’lirra tried not to stare, but had to no choice but to look away when she saw her father slap her mother’s toned ass and give it a good squeeze.

“I should’ve stayed home…” the young heroine uttered to herself. She noticed some of the people watched them, and saw empty looks in their eyes. She went ahead and walked next to Escher. “Is there something wrong with these people, Mr. Escher?”

“Possibly,” Escher told her as he reached an elevator. He took out a keycard and put it to the read. It opened and everyone got inside. “What do you all know about Hollow’s activities since she came to Earth?”

“We tracked her for a little while,” Amelia said. She’d pop up and cause trouble, but then she’d be in the wind. Eventually she vanished all together.”

“Yes, and on the surface, her movements seemed chaotic, unorganized, but we did notice a pattern when she started operating here in the US. She was mainly hitting technology labs belonging to the government, businesses, and college campuses,” Escher explained. “She was slowly but surely acquiring and testing experimental technology. We’re not sure to what end, but among other things, it allowed her to exert influence over others.”

“What does that mean?” V’lirra asked as the elevator descended.

“Mind control,” Varras said.

“Right,” Escher nodded. “And, to add to that, we have reason to believe she’s been acting on someone else’s behalf, but we don’t know who.”  He looked at Varras. “What do you know about her home world?”

“Not much,” Varras said. “Peacekeeper Intelligence thinks she’s of one of the near-human races from the Draco Minoris cluster. Given the constant warfare in that area, it’s hard to get any reliable info.”

“Right, well, this facility is a black lab, experimental technology. She might be after something here, and we have to assume she’s turned the staff if she hasn’t killed them.”

“So take it easy on anyone we fight,” Amelia told her husband and daughter. “Except Hollow, of course. She still owes me a pound of flesh for my team on the prison ship…”

Varras put a hand on her shoulder as the elevator reached the bottom. V’lirra and Varras went out first, while Escher and Amelia drew their guns and followed.

The lab had the air of a crypt, cold and stale, and there wasn’t any life to be seen. V’lirra stopped when she saw someone standing with their back to them. It was a man in a lab coat. She approached him carefully. “Sir, are you okay?”

“Honey, wait!” Amelia said, raising her gun.

V’lirra touched the man’s shoulder, and he spun around and turned, planting a fist in her chest and sending her flying back. Amelia and Escher opened fire, but the man dodged with inhuman speed and rounded on the group. He leapt at the group only to be stopped by Varras, who knocked him aside. V’lirra rejoined them and more people poured out of the shadows. Their eyes glowed red and they surrounded them.

“V’lirra,” Varras said. “Grab Mr. Escher and follow me. There are too many of them.” 

V’lirra went to do as she was told. Varras grabbed Amelia and they prepared to fly away when a ball of dark energy flew out of nowhere. Varras shielded Amelia, but the blast took him down. V’lirra went to help him but the enthralled scientists and security personnel swarmed her, holding her back with their collective strength. She watched helplessly as they separated her parents too, and then took Escher prisoner.

Soon, the crowd parted and Hollow stepped through. She put a hand on her shapely hip and smirked.

“Varras and Amelia...we meet again,” she said. She then turned her gaze on V’lirra. “Is this your little girl? You have daddy’s eyes, child.”

Varras threw his captors off of him and charged at Hollow, but she put up a barrier of energy that struck him hard, sending a surge through his body. Hollow then hit him with a powerful energy blast that sent him flying back and he rolled across the ground.

“There, that should shut him up for a while,” Hollow said.

“Dad!” V’lirra screamed.

“He’ll be fine, girl,” Hollow said. “He’s extremely difficult to kill, even for me.” She then smiled. “I am going to have fun trying, though.”

“Don’t you touch him!” V’lirra said, only to get a sharp backhand from Hollow.

V’lirra whimpered and Hollow laughed. “Oh...I guess I’m going to have to break you first, aren’t I?” She turned to her enslaved masses. “Take the others away, do with them what you will until I arrive.” She then gripped a fistful of V’lirra’s hair and dragged her away.

***

Hollow had taken V’lirra to a conference room she was using as a personal chambers. V’lirra was strapped to the cold surface of the conference table, her body stripped naked and held in place by energy bonds Hollow had summoned.

With a command of her power Hollow moved the table upright. She stood naked, her flawless body on display as she approached her captive. She licked her full lips while looking V’lirra over and grabbing the girl by her jaw.

“I was just like you once. A child, blind to the truth, stumbling through his world hoping to make a change. Then He opened my eyes.”

V’lirra looked away until Hollowed forced her head around. “You cannot resist. I will force you to see. You will be broken and remade to join my side. Together, we will offer the bodies of your parents to Him.

“Who are you talking about?!” V’lirra said. “Mr. Escher said you were working for someone else. Who?!”

Hollow smirked and leaned in, kissing her. V’lirra was taken by surprise, and suddenly found herself taking in Hollow’s sweet taste. She gasped and groaned in Hollow’s mouth when Hollow slid a hand down her body and inserted two fingers inside her pussy. Hollow then pulled back, biting V’lirra’s lip when she did.

“Wonderful. I’m going to enjoy this,” she said, fingering the girl slowly, lovingly. “Perhaps I can keep you as a pet once you’re broken.” She continued fingering the girl, and then licked the soft flesh of her tits and chest. She forced V’lirra to kiss her again, and V’lirra felt herself enjoying it, despite the situation. Their bodies pressed against each other and V’lirra found herself surprised at how cold Hollow was.

She was growing wet around Hollow’s fingers, and the villainess was being gentle with her, dragging her fingertips across the roof in a slow and steady motion. V’lirra moaned and whined, wanting more it as she bucked against the bonds that held her to the table. Suddenly, she fell forward as the bonds vanished.

She landed on her hands and knees and looked up to see Hollow standing tall over her. With a wave of her hand, the villainess manipulated energy into the form of a penis, 10 inches by V’lirra’s estimate. She swallowed a lump in her throat as Hollow grabbed her by her hair, threw her onto her back, and mounted her. She pinned V’lirra’s wrists to the floor and inserted her dick between her legs.

V’lirra gasped and Hollow began pumping her, peppering her body with kisses and biting at the hard nipples. She could feel the dick pushing in as far as it could do. It felt just like the real thing, stretching out her walls and causing pleasure to mount with every push. She was feeling warm, flush, and she knew Hollow wasn’t going to let up until she was tamed. Part of her didn’t care, she only wanted the pleasure, but a small, dwindling part of her mind wanted to fight back.

Hollow sat up somewhat and continued grinding her hips while cupping her own tits. V’lirra lay back and let the cosmic villainess take her body. As the bliss-filled moments passed, everything began to grow hazy and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge.

Hollow leaned over, her eyes flashed, and she smiled. “Submit to me, daughter of Varras.”

“Y...yes…” V’lirra whimpered.

They kissed again, and V’lirra reached up, touching the sides of Hollow’s face. She grabbed the sides of her head and felt a tinge of energy. That tinge turned into a surge, and a sharp sensation shot through V’lirra’s head. She let out a scream.

The conference room melted away and V’lirra saw only a wartorn landscape.

*

“Saana…” the man in the blood-red exoskeleton spoke in a robotic voice. “Last defender of her world.”

V’lirra stood to the side and watched. It took her a moment before she realized she was inside Hollow’s head, looking at a memory. She looked at the strange man in armor, and then across from him. A tall, shapely woman was lashed to a broken stone pillar in the middle of a destroyed city. She was one of several woman imprisoned in this way, stripped naked and bound with chains, left to suffer under a punishing binary star. The one called Saana was the only one of the women breathing.

“This was a memorable conquest,” the man in red said, approaching Saana. “But...you have fallen, as all shall before me. The kind who carry your gene are spread across the galaxy, and I will triumph over all of them.” He grabbed her hair and made her look him in the eye. “I have taken your family, your world, all you hold dear. Now, I will take your mind and body.”

Saana’s gaze burned with fury. She growled and spit her own blood in his face. “Just kill me already, Scorpio!” Saana begged.

Scorpio laughed. “No...you are too good for death, dear Saana. Instead, you will be remade as my herald, sent out to other worlds to speak of my coming. A hollow puppet, bent to my will.”

V’lirra stared in astonishment. She looked at the woman, Saana, when she glared at the one called Scorpio. It took V’lirra a moment to realize that Saana and Hollow were one and the same.

The ground trembled at Scorpio’s feet and metal tendrils emerged as he stepped away. Slowly, they inserted themselves in Saana’s pussy and mouth. They wrapped around her naked thighs, her waist and bare tits as they pulled her from the pillar she was bound to. She screamed, cursing Scorpio’s name as they pulled her underground.

*

V’lirra gasped and found herself back in the conference room. She found herself looking at Saana’s face, and the face staring back at her was confused.

“Wh...where am I?” Saana said, looking down. She climbed off of V’lirra. “Who are you?!”

V’lirra sat up. “Is your name Saana?”

“Yes...who are you?!” she asked again. “Do you work for Scorpio! What is this place?! Oh goddess! This is one of his labs!” She was in absolute panic.

V’lirra tried to calm her down. “Hey, hey...tell me what happened. Who is Scorpio?”

“He...he’s the world-ender...he wants to kill or enslave us all. My...my son! Where’s my son?! Where’s my sister?!” Saana asked with tears in her eyes.

V’lirra watched her, frozen. The mind-viewing technique must have broken whatever this Scorpio did to her. Now she was faced with a confused, terrified woman looking for her family. V’lirra stepped toward her calmly, trying to figure out a way to help her. Saana looked back at her like a startled, cornered animal.

And then her eyes changed.

They went from being tearful and terrified to empty and full of malice.

“...I’m back,” Hollow said with a grin.

“Oh no…” V’lirra said. Just then a spike of pain shot through her skull, an effect of the mind-viewing.

“I don’t know what you did,” Hollow said, rounding on her. “But you’ll pay for the intrusion.”

She flew through the air and attacked, forcing V’lirra on the defensive. They slammed into the wall, and went through it into the hallway. Hollow wrapped her hands around V’lirra’s neck and squeezed while sending a surge of power through her body. V’lirra’s pained screams filled the space until she mustered enough strength to land a powerful punch on Hollow’s face. Hollow staggered back and launched a trio of energy blasts that V’lirra dodged. She fired back with her own energy blasts and sent Hollow into the wall. She then tackled her and wrapped her arms around her neck.

“Hollow!” V’lirra pleaded. “If Saana is still in there, you can fight this!”

“Who is Saana, girl?!” Hollow growled. She couldn’t break V’lirra’s immense strength, so instead, she grabbed her arm and concentrated her power.

V’lirra screamed at the pain and looked down to see the dark energy beginning to eat away at her pale skin. “No!”

“You can’t let go, can you?” Hollow said. “My power generates an attraction field. It will eat away at you, and there’s nothing you can do.”

“No!” V’lirra said. The pain was overwhelming. “Saana, stop this!”

“That is not my name! I am Hollow and you will take that name to your grave!”

V’lirra felt tears in her eyes as Hollow’s power slowly ate away at her. She gripped tight, unable to let go of her. With a pained screamed, V’lirra wrenched her grip as hard as she could, fighting against the power.

There was loud, sickening crack and the pain stopped.

V’lirra’s lip quivered as she let go and Hollow’s body pitched forward to the floor, her neck broken.

V’lirra’s arm was singed, but she fell to her knees, covering her face. She took a deep breath and stroked Hollow’s hair. “I’m sorry…” she whispered.

III

Hours later, V’lirra sat on the roof of the building with a blanket around her shoulders. Amelia sat with her and Varras and Escher stood over them as CRT agents and men and women from an unnamed agency working under Escher moved in and out of the building and their ships.

They all watched a body covered with a sheet being looked over by some of the personnel and V’lirra sniffed.

“You did what you had to,” Amelia told her.

“Have any of you ever heard of someone named Scorpio?” she asked.

They all looked at each other in confusion.

“Who is that, dear?” Varras asked.

“It’s the person Hollow was working for. I saw him, in her head…” she explained. She told them the whole story of what she saw.

Escher sighed. “This is getting ugly. V’lirra, when you have time, could you brief my superiors on this?”

“Hold on, Mr. Escher…” Amelia said.

“No...I’ll do it…” V’lirra said. “He’s out there...He needs to be stopped.”

“Even so,” Varras said. “This was a terrible ordeal for you, honey. Let’s take some time off, you, me, and mom.”

“Where?” V’lirra asked.

“We could go to my hometown,” Amelia said. “No one knows us there.”

“Delta City?” V’lirra asked and Amelia nodded.

“That might not be a bad idea,” Escher said. “I’ll leave you to regroup but I will be in touch.”

He and Varras shook hands and Amelia and V’lirra nodded before Escher left.

Amelia looked at V’lirra’s injured arm. “This is going to take a few days to heal. Take it easy in the meantime, okay?”

V’lirra nodded and she and her mother hugged. They then got up to go to one of the ships. V’lirra took one last look at Hollow’s covered body before following her parents.

*

In the distance, a portal opened and a figure emerged.

Scorpio’s footsteps were heavy and he scanned the the landscape of Fortune City before focusing on what was happening on that distant rooftop. His vision zoomed in. He watched Amelia, Varras, and their daughter, and the looked as the personnel uncovered Hollow’s body.

“I’ve lost my favorite puppet...a pity…” he said. “Still…” he looked at V’lirra. “Perhaps this just means I get a new toy…”

To be Continued...