Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
There was a bulge in the crotch of those trousers that Breenah wondered about. She might never have seen a male before, but she had heard about them—had heard about the strange appendage they carried between their legs that females lacked. Did this huge giant have one of those? A “shaft” she thought it was called. Was that what the bulge was? And if so, what did he do with it?
Breenah had heard that part of a male could somehow fit into a part of the female body. But which part? She had no idea, but she was very curious. She wondered what would happen if she were to open the giant’s trousers to look at his shaft. He couldn’t stop her—he was manacled to the Stasis Wheel. She could do whatever she wanted with him. She could—
“Well, how is he? Is he giving you trouble, Breenah?”
Breenah jumped guiltily at the voice in her ear. Turning, she saw it was Meendy, one of the girls who had been in her group before she was exiled to the Guard Room.
She was standing there with her hands on her narrow hips, frowning at Breenah. Her uniform, which consisted of long silver sleeves and a silver band that went over the top of her chest, left her breasts free, though they were little more than barely perceptible bumps with tiny, fingernail-sized nipples that were pale and colorless.
In contrast, Breenah’s own breasts were large and plump—they stuck out from her uniform like full, brown globes and her nipples were large and dark, like ripe sweetberries.
The bottom part of Meendy’s uniform fit her better, too—her small silver undercoverings covered her decently and didn’t show a thing. Whereas, Breenah looked poured into hers. No matter how many times she pulled and tugged at the stretchy silver fabric, it refused to completely cover the ripe mound of her sex and always seemed to show the top of her slit.
The differences between them irritated Breenah—not because she wanted to look like Meendy—she didn’t. What irritated her was how much better the standard issue uniform fit her coworker. She really wished that for once she could have clothing that fit her properly and didn’t leave sensitive parts exposed! Also, Meendy was a bully and she got on Breenah’s nerves.
“Is he causing me trouble? How could he? He’s manacled to the Stasis Wheel,” she pointed out, nodding at the prisoner who was still growling and yanking on the unbreakable manacles.
“Hmm…all right.” Meendy gave her a critical look. “Well, just be certain you keep a good watch on him. I heard Mistress Work-worthy say he might be a spy from Griesha Beta. And you know, he is a male and they can’t be trusted.”
“I know they can’t,” Breenah said, frowning. Distrust of males was one of the first things one learned on Griesha Prime—almost as soon as one came out of the artificial womb.
Long ago—so many generations that nobody really remembered now—Griesha Prime had been a society of both males and females. But conditions for the females had been bleak. The males had ruled everything, forcing the females into “sexual servitude”—a term which was never fully explained, but which Breenah thought must mean that the males put their shafts into the females whenever and however they wanted.
After living like this for years and years, the women had risen up. Under the light of the Lunar Equinox—the rare convergence of Griesha Prime’s three Moons—they had overthrown their male captors and either killed them or driven them off-planet.
The disaffected males who escaped had settled on the next planet over, Griesha Beta, where they had been ever since. They had never dared to come back, for the planet was well protected against them. A neural net covered the entire globe and if a ship that carried a male dipped too low towards the Griesha Prime atmosphere, the net would sense the presence of a passenger with a Y chromosome and short out their engines.
And once on the surface of Griesha Prime—if he survived the crash—the hapless male was stuck, unless he had a female who was willing to leave the planet with him. Only in the presence of a passenger with two X chromosomes could a passenger with a Y chromosome escape the all-encompassing neural net.
This defense system resulted in many crashed ships until the male residents of Griesha Beta eventually gave up trying to come back to their old home world. They left the females alone and settled permanently on Griesha Beta, though they were still regarded with great suspicion by the residents of Griesha Prime.
It had been many long years since a male had crash-landed on their planet, Breenah reflected. Certainly none had in her own lifetime. But could the giant the outer guards had found and dragged from the wreckage of his ship really be a spy from the males on Griesha Beta?