Aablar the Neanderthal Ch. 04

It is the middle of the last Ice Age, about 50,000 years ago. The Neanderthals roam the Earth, but co-exist with a recently arrived tribe of technologically advanced aliens known as the Zon. The Zon hunt Neanderthal men for their wild semen. Aablar has captured a Zon huntress and her acolyte and is now the object of a massive search.

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1. As soon as the airship was safely over the horizon, Aablar drove his small party onward. He was under no illusions – the Zon search for them would continue. They would soon find the site of the attack and begin to track them. Althea was incapable of walking, so Aablar bound her ankles and threw her over his shoulder. Caitlin was weak from his repeated garroting and anal fucking. So he decided to move over land, hoping that the many miles he had put through water would slow down the Zon hounds.

Weak and disoriented as she was, Caitlin recognized that they were moving to higher and higher ground. It was getting colder, they were now passing patches of snow and ice and even in the dark she could make out the outlines of vast vistas. Aablar’s endurance astounded her. She had been brought up on Zon science that held that while some of the savages were immensely strong, their stamina was inferior. She had believed that as a huntress, even bound, she would be able to outlast him on a long march. However, she was beginning to flag, while Aablar marched on like a machine, even with Althea on his shoulder. She could see that Leia was tired, but the girl worshiped Aablar and would march to her death if she had to.

As they climbed there was an increasing incidence of ice and snow and the temperature dropped steadily. Caitlin began to shiver constantly, until Aablar wordlessly took off his bearskin cloak and draped it around her shoulders, typing the laces around her to hold it in place. He marched on, carrying his burden, seemingly oblivious to the cold. Even with the bearskin, Caitlin was cold. She thought longingly of the warm temperature shield she could have deployed from her titanium wrist bracers.

By the time the first warming rays of the sunrise appeared, they were on the top of a high ridge. They could see a snow-capped peak that loomed in front of them, with a broad valley on one side and dense forests on the other. Aablar seemed to know where he was going, for he unerringly found a cave in the mountainside and guided them into it. It had been used before, for there were drawings on the walls and bones littered the corners. It was well chosen, for Caitlin’s trained eye noted that the mouth was overhung with vegetation making it virtually invisible from the air and while it commanded a panoramic view of the valley below, there were high rocks obscuring its mouth from the line of sight of those at a lower level.

In the inner recesses of the cave the floor became rocky and there was moisture and several stalagmites and stalactites had formed. Some had fused together forming pillars up to a foot in diameter. Aablar bound Caitlin’s ankles and then bound her to one of the pillars. Similarly binding the exhausted Althea, Aablar turned to find Leia curled up in her bearskin, fast asleep. Tired as he was, the hard march had fueled his prodigious sexual appetite. He had fucked Caitlin twice in the ass, but that had merely whetted it. He stripped off his loincloth and with relative consideration unfastened Leia’s panties and halter. She was only half awake, but his insistent hand and probing fingers at her blonde crotch slowly roused her and aroused her. He was now fully erect and impatient and mounted her without ceremony, driving his huge cock into her wet cunt. As was his wont, he fucked her hard and thoroughly, and she responded in kind, arching and twisting, and crying out. Her cries reached crescendo as she reached a powerful orgasm. But he was just beginning. He continued to piston her, and she came again. And again. Each time she screamed with her release, and by the third time these took on a note of hysteria.

The sight of such rampant penetrative sex was horrifying for both Caitlin and Althea. Poor Leia! To be penetrated so violently by a savage! No wonder she screamed! Brought up from childhood to regard sexual penetration as a religious ritual and a sacred duty required for propagating the Zon population, they could only view Aablar’s fucking of Leia as repugnant. But it left them confused, for they could not understand why such an awful assault should arouse them to the point that their panties were soaking wet.

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2. After Princess Deirdre gave her orders to Captain Rhea Candaris, the communication channel was closed. The Queen inclined her head toward the squad of Palace Guardians, and Lady Alexandra Scheel, her personal handmaiden approached her and bowed deeply.

‘Summon Cornelle Diana Tragina. Tell her I want her here immediately.’

Alexandra withdrew to a respectful distance and spoke softly into her helmet communicator. They did not have long to wait – within minutes the stainless steel door of the chamber hissed open and Cornelle Diana Tragina, commander of the Palace Guardians strode in. She was a very tall and very pale ice blonde with a body that was voluptuous for a huntress. Her rather full breasts were extremely firm and rode high. Her rounded derriere was rock hard and her small waist still managed to display a perfect set of abs. But it was her eyes that held the viewer’s attention. They were the palest gray, almost colorless and gave her face a ghostly appearance. Each of her uniform sleeves and titanium wrist bracers bore a single crown denoting her rank. She approached the Queen and bowed low.

‘Cornelle Diana, I thank you for coming so quickly,’ she said. ‘We have a terrible situation on our hands. Lady Caitlin d’Orr and Lady Althea Spalding have been attacked while on a routine unsupported training mission. They have been out of contact for nearly 48 hours. I would like you should take overall command of this search mission. The airship ‘Thetis’ under the command of Captain Rhea Candaris is at the site. Draft as many of the Household Legion as you require. If you require forces from the Pentheselia Legion, I am sure that Princess Deirdre will cooperate with you fully.’

Deirdre bowed slightly and addressing the Queen, Princess Andromache and Cornelle Diana, said, ‘I think we should call a meeting of the Council of Principals. In such an important matter, we must select our best possible team.’

‘Let us wait until we have more information,’ said the Queen. ‘By tomorrow, we will have their equipment examined and analyzed and the squads on the ground should have picked up the trail. We may even have them back by then, and we will all have happier news to report.’

Andromache nodded.

‘In that case,’ said Deirdre, ‘I shall be happy to command the search in an interim capacity until the Council meets.’

It was well known that there was no love lost between Diana and Deirdre. Diana was in her mid thirties and had done her huntress qualification as Deirdre’s acolyte. They had been very close. Even though Diana was a commoner, Deirdre had nurtured her career for many years. However, when Deirdre’s own daughter Caitlin had done her huntress qualification as Diana’s acolyte, she had not obtained the coveted first appointment in the Cohort of Palace Guardians. Deirdre blamed Diana for her daughter’s appointment to a lesser unit and then for her lack of rapid promotion.

‘You are too personally bound up in this matter, Deirdre,’ said the Queen soothingly. ‘Let Cornelle Diana command the search till tomorrow.’

Deirdre considered her options. She could force the issue, but her enmity with Diana was too well known for her position to be considered unbiased. Diana was now a protégé of Princess Selene d’Allerand, Principal of the Household Legion who was a close friend and ally of Deirdre’s. Best not to confront Selene over this issue, she thought. Better to retreat gracefully.

‘As usual, you are most wise, my Queen,’ she said, bowing low. ‘Diana, you have my full support. I will leave orders with the Pentheselia HQ to place all resources at your disposal.’ Diana bowed. Deirdre impulsively strode over to her and took her in her arms and hugged her tight. In the Zon custom, they rubbed their nipples against each other but did so cautiously, unsure of each other’s reaction. Each felt her own and the other woman’s nipples pucker and harden under the thin uniform material. They had been lovers for many years and a brief flash of passion passed between them, ignited by warm memories of orgasm filled nights. Deirdre kissed Diana on the cheek and whispered in her ear, ‘Find my girl, dearest Diana.’

The Queen accepted Deirdre’s capitulation with equal grace. ‘We hope you will give us the benefit of your advice, Princess. Cornelle Diana, keep me informed of all developments. Make sure that the Pentheselia Legion HQ is in the comm. circuit at all times.’

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3. The priestesses and huntresses were the Zon aristocracy and had never constituted more than ten percent of their population. The priestesses were the scholarly elite and held the highest position in Zon society. Everything had originally been designed to maintain their power. All Zon children were raised in state run nurseries and boarding schools. Potential priestesses were selected at a very young age and went through rigorous educational and physical training. At the age of eighteen, only the very brightest were selected to serve apprenticeships in the Temple of Eos, also known as the Lower Temple. Only by passing a further series of high level tests could they advance to serving in the Temple of Aphrodite, also known as the Middle Temple. The priestesses in the Temple of Artemis or Upper Temple passed the third and highest level of tests and were at the top of the Zon intellectual and social pyramid.

The huntresses held a position in society only slightly below the priestesses and in like manner, potential candidates were selected at a very young age. While they received education along side the priestesses, their advancement was more dependent on their athletic prowess. Also at age eighteen, the best were selected to serve as acolytes of highly rated young huntresses. At the end of a two-year apprenticeship, only a select few were commissioned huntresses. Those selected were ranked as well, and only the top few were invited to join the Cohort of Palace Guardians.

At the height of their power on Atlantis, the Zon faced no threats and the huntresses had been very few in number. In terms of political power, they had been marginalized. However, ever since the flight from Atlantis, the huntresses’ power had inexorably increased. The Legions had controlled the evacuation, had navigated the spaceships to the life-supporting planet they had named Eartha and had defended the early pitifully weak colony against predators. The discovery of the technique to splice savage DNA into Zon genes to re-vitalize them cemented the huntresses’ control of Zon society. For the huntresses alone could capture the strongest and best savages for use in the Zon plans for racial re-vitalization.

The Queen was elected by all huntresses and priestesses, but was required by law to be a priestess. She was the First Principal in the ruling Council of Principals, only two whose members were huntresses. These were the Principals of the two Legions – the Queen’s Household and the Pentheselia. Apart from the Queen, the other three priestesses on the Council were the High Priestesses of the three Zon temples of Artemis, Aphrodite and Eos.

No priestess had a chance of being elected Queen without the support of the Legions. The Principals of the two Legions, together with their cohort cornelles carefully scrutinized all senior priestesses and chose the Temple High Priestesses. Hildegard had been Queen for almost thirty years and before that had been the High Priestess of the Temple of Artemis. But she knew that she had always been chosen by the Legions.

Hildegard also knew that she was nearing the end of her reign. She was nearly a hundred years old and age was catching up with her. She was still vigorous, but she could no longer fool the mirror. She was beginning to lose the tautness of her figure and the first hints of sag had begun to appear on her cheeks. The Zon were lovers of perfection in the female form – their advanced research enabled them to genetically engineer their children, so that virtually all of them fit one of the Zon ideals of beauty. The Reproduction and Life Sciences Institute (known as the Repro Institute) was the most important center of Zon science. And while they had succeeded in extending the Zon life span to 150 Eartha years, they found it intolerable to view the ravages of age. For most Zon, a hundred signaled the beginning of the loss of physical beauty. At this point they retired from Zon life to the Ostracis Citadel far from the Zon capital of Atlantic City. Retirement was mandatory and could be enforced by court order. It was rare for an active Zon to visit an elderly relative in the Ostracis Citadel, so retirement ceremonies were very much like wakes.

Who would succeed her? Andromache was young, just over fifty. As the High Priestess of the Temple of Artemis and a Princess of the Blood, she was the obvious candidate. However her views regarding the native savages did not sit well with the huntresses. Hildegard suspected that Deirdre nursed ambitions of becoming Queen. Like Andromache, she was young and a Princess of the Blood. She was one of the first huntresses to also serve as a priestess – she had earned a position in the Temple of Aphrodite. She had served as Cornelle of the Palace Guardians and was popular with the Legions. A huntress as Queen! Hildegard shuddered inwardly.

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4. The HQ of the Pentheselia Legion was in outer ring of the Central Military Complex or CMC. A squad in the yellow and red uniform leotards of the Legion snapped to attention as Deirdre approached. She still had to use the security optical scanner to gain entrance to the low building. Her personal staff was assembled in the main situation room and a detailed topographic map of the region was on one view screen while live feed from the airship ‘Thetis’ displaying the scene of the attack was on another.

Deirdre unfastened her helmet as she entered the room and shook her long blonde tresses loose. ‘Patch a link directly through to Cornelle Diana Tragina,’ she said to her chief of staff, ‘I want the link with her to be open at all times.’

A second view screen was opened and almost immediately, Lady Alexandra Scheel appeared on it. She bowed and addressed Deirdre directly. ‘Princess, I have been detached from the Queen’s staff to serve as Cornelle Diana’s aide and liaison. The airship ‘Andromeda’ is returning at full speed to pick us up and relay us to the site. In the meantime, we have been told expect a communication from the ‘Thetis’.’

‘Thank you, Lady Alexandra,’ said Deirdre formally. ‘I wish you the best of luck. We are standing by to receive communication from the ‘Thetis.’’

Within moments, the view screen linked to ‘Thetis’ filled with the familiar features of Captain Rhea Candaris.

‘We have progress to report. At the site of the attack we have DNA evidence of two attackers. One of the attackers has been identified as a savage. The other is unquestionably Zon, but does not match any active or retired individuals on our central database. One of the mounted squads picked up a clear trail up the hillside from the site of the attack. They tracked it to a small cave over the ridgeline of the canyon. They have forensic evidence of the presence of the Lady Caitlin and the Lady Althea as well as the two attackers.’

Here Captain Rhea paused and her voice grew strained. ‘The squad found evidence of a sexual assault in the cave. Copious and fresh deposits of savage semen were found, as well as a substantial amount of vaginal fluid. The assault appears to have involved penetrative sex. Arterial blood, saliva and intra-anal skin tissue have also been found. The semen matches the savage attacker. The female bodily fluids and sexual material have all been identified as the Lady Caitlin’s.’

‘All forensic material is being relayed back for complete analysis to Atlantic City. Both mounted squads are following the trail of the attacker and captives. An electronic signal marker has been placed outside the cave where the assault occurred.’

Deirdre listened with a mixture of horror and grief. Penetrative sex! Intra-anal skin tissue! Lady Caitlin d’Orr, her darling daughter fucked in the ass by a savage! Hot tears formed behind her eyes, but her face remained steely and impassive. Penetrative sex was taboo with the Zon and was only performed by priestesses during ritual impregnation at the Repro Institute. Deirdre had such a horror of it that even though she had wanted more daughters after Caitlin, she could not bear to go through the impregnation ceremony again. She could only imagine Caitlin’s pain and humiliation.

As her imagination conjured up images of Caitlin with a huge savage cock in her ass, the strain on her composure became too much. Muttering, ‘My comm. channel is open,’ she hurried from the situation room, out of her HQ and out of the CMC into the street. Once there, she used her helmet communicator to open a personal line to Cornelle Diana Tragina.

‘Diana,’ she said, pausing only to hear a confirmation, ‘you’ve seen the same report I’ve seen. I want you to identify this savage’s immediate clan and find and kill every non-essential adult. Slowly. Roast them over open coals. Use any methods necessary to get information. When you find this savage, I want him. You inform me and only me immediately. Is that clear?’

‘Are your orders confidential?’ asked Cornelle Diana.

‘This is a personal matter, Diana,’ said Deirdre, ‘Inform your women on a need to know basis. I will inform the Princess Selene in due course.’

‘I hear and obey, Princess Deirdre,’ said Diana Tragina.

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5. Deirdre wandered aimlessly, her mind in a whirl. The news of the attack had confined to the highest reaches of the Zon government, so the corner news-screens were merely displaying some sports results and the latest results from the labs. The streets were crowded with the lunch hour crowds. Ground-speeders shushed by and sidewalk cafes did brisk business. The Zon favored tight and skimpy clothing that displayed their fine bodies and many wore brightly colored shapes drawn with body paint – the latest fashion. But today Deirdre had no eyes for the beautiful female form. She absently returned the salutes of the few uniformed huntresses that passed her and nodded to a small group of robed priestesses.

Without conscious thought, she found herself outside the abode Caitlin shared with Althea, her acolyte. Caitlin drew stipends from both the Pentheselia Legion and the Temple of Artemis, but even these could not begin to pay for her extravagant lifestyle. The Zon aristocracy lived in the acropolis that was constructed on the high hill at the center of Atlantic City. Caitlin lived in a rambling bungalow with a pillared portico in the very highest reaches of the acropolis, within a stone’s throw of Deirdre’s own palace. It was perched on the edge of cliff that fell away hundreds of feet, providing magnificent views from all rooms. A powerful ground-speeder was parked in the garage. The d’Orr and the Spalding families were the only two surviving direct lines to the old Zon royal family from Atlantis and drew a substantial royalty from the Zon state.

Deirdre placed her palm on the front door identification panel and it hissed open. She entered and wandered through the living room into Caitlin’s master bedroom. There was a walk-in closet that was open. Deirdre walked in and found herself surrounded by Caitlin’s Pentheselia Legion uniforms and white Artemis Temple priestess robes. She had very few civilian clothes. Her pistol belt and disintegrator hung on pegs on the wall.