Supernatural Earth Pt. 10

Amazon of Mine - Omnibus

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Author's Notes: This story takes place just under a year after the events in "Werewolf Chronicles", which I have occurring in the year 2020.

Recommended Reading Order and timeline of events (and yes there will be a consolidation anthology done after the series is ended).

00 - >1812 - "The Crimson Tithe" (takes place sometime before 1812 when RRH was written)
01 - 2013 - "Vampiress, Mine -- Omnibus"
02 - 2013 - "The Snow Maiden -- Omnibus"
03 - 2014 - "The Creature Below -- Omnibus"
04 - 2016 - "The Creature Below -- Omnibus 02"
05 - 2016 - "Vampiress, Mine -- Omnibus 02"
06 - 2016 - "The Snow Maiden -- Omnibus 02"
07 - 2017 - "The Prison Creature"
08 - 2020 - "The Creature Below -- Omnibus 03"
09 - 2020 - "Werewolf Chronicles - Omnibus"
10 - 2021 - "Amazon of Mine - Omnibus"
11 - 2013 - "Maiden of Summer - Omnibus" (forthcoming - takes place from 2013 to 2029)
12 - 2021 - "The Prison Creature 02" (forthcoming - optional - takes place from 2021 to 2034)
13 - 2029 - "The Sirens - Omnibus" (forthcoming)
14 - 2034 - "Werewolf Chronicles - Omnibus 02" (forthcoming)
15 - 2035 - "By Mandate of Heaven" (forthcoming - end of series)

To recap, as of the start of this story there is one woman currently imprisoned in the Prison Creature as this happens during the beginning of The Prison Creature 02 which will be coming soon as soon as I work out continuity issues:

Jen - Former Nudist Camp Owner

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"When I first saw you, I already knew,

there was something inside of you.

Something that I thought that I would never find,

Angel of mine."

-Eternal, Angel of Mine (1997)

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CHAPTER 1:

Then... Epirus...

Helena struggled in her bonds not for the first time since the accursed Greeks and their witches captured her and her tribe. As she was forced marched onto the ship in line with her tribal sisters, she couldn't help but one last glaring look of hatred at their smug faces with the glowing suppression spells from their witches behind them. "Shame that your Queen didn't surrender to us," one of the men crowed in triumph, I'd love to have one of you in my bed tonight." He reached out and squeezed Helena's firm, naked, right tit. Reacting at once, she screamed at him. It wasn't one of shame or embarrassment. It was one of outrage as someone like him thinking that he was worthy to even touch one of Hippolyta's chosen. She snarled and butted her head against his, breaking his nose and sending him reeling back. "YOU BITCH!" he yelled at her, leveling his spear and preparing to charge her.

While she silently dared him to do it, wanted him to do it really, one of his fellow soldiers came up and stopped him. "Eh, let her have it..." he said, grinning at her. "Imagine what she's going to be like in the living hell in the underworld that she's going to, heh? Come on, tonight we can fuck one of the other Amazons that did surrender to us."

Now Helena dropped her face in shame and sulked as her coffle was led down to the docks. Out of the three tribes, two had surrendered to the Greeks after being hunted down and defeated in battle. Only hers, the Chadesians, refused to bow the knee to the men. Ares and Artemis forbade them to surrender. Which made her wonder why the other two tribes did.

Helena was roughly sat down onto a wooden seat with a row. Her hands were shackled to it and a hood was placed over her head. Minutes later she heard the crack of a whip, the beating of drums, and the command to row. At first the ship went nowhere as her and her sisters refused to move. Then the crack of the whip came more and more as it lashed out and caught their bare backs. Begrudgingly, they began to row the ship away from dock, knowing all too well that they were rowing the ship to what was going to be their prison far away in the middle of the ocean past the Gates of Gibraltar

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Now... Newhaven...

Robert 'Bobby' Bronk couldn't help but look at the screen in disgust. It was more propaganda coming from the Hunter's Compound that they were constantly streaming towards Newhaven these days to affect morale. It was now called the Hunter News Network for anyone wanting to support the Hunters and their cause, or at the very least see a 'Traitor to Humanity' be used and abused in every way possible. It wasn't the fact that his mother was on a repeat show that it was from last year's events, as she was ravished yet again by Tillis' Werewolves. He didn't hate either his mom, Erica, or the Werewolves for it as none of them would have done it without the proverbial guns to their heads. Bobby was more disgusted by the fact that someone was so cruel as to force them to do this.

His stepfather, Don, coughed politely behind him. Bobby looked over his shoulder at his dad and then turned the TV off. "I hope that you don't blame her for having to do that, son," he said with a pang of hurt in his voice.

Bobby shook his head, understanding his pain. He had a Werewolf half-brother with another about to be born. His mom would stay with the Werewolf pack until she delivered and then she'd be back in their new home in what was dubbed 'Werewolfville' Neighborhood. "I don't blame her, dad. I remember what you told me four years ago whenever she had first been pimped out by that asshole when he took her out of the Prison Creature." He couldn't help but wipe tears from his eyes. It just wasn't fair.

"Rumor has it that Tillis has grabbed more to toss in," Don grimly added. As of the last count Raymond Tillis, leader of the Hunter faction in the United States, had nine women inside of the infamous Prison Creature that he'd created from the bodies of dead Lurkers. Ever since the equally infamous 'Newhaven Accords' in which Newhaven traded thirty Hunter prisoners and their six captured helicopters for nearly all of the imprisoned Werewolf Pack, his mom, his ex-girlfriend, and a girl who was taken from a Nudist Camp.

Things had been relatively quiet until now.

Bobby couldn't help but turn and numbly gape at him. Shortly after the impromptu election that saw, now Governor, Aden Parker rise to power, Don had stepped up to fill his wife's space on the Assembly, now called The Council. When Newhaven had it's first elections to government positions, he won formal reelection to The Council and now had a seat at the table. By proxy, Bobby was in the know now for whatever happened. "How are they doing this, dad?" He lamented. "Their ranks swell with Hunters and we're constantly playing defense!" He stalked over to a map on the wall of known adult Lurkers that were represented by green pins along with known Hunter activity, marked with red pins. There were a lot of red pins of verified Hunter attacks on supernaturals.

There was one thing to say, though; for every red pin on the board meant that there were more immigrants into the newly formed City-State of Newhaven. Humans came in by the droves either having suffered at the hands of the Hunters, or those who'd been discriminated against others for one reason or another, or those Humans who wanted a change of life and could hack living and working alongside of supernaturals and wanted the jobs that Newhaven was offering. Supernaturals, in turn, were coming in as refugees so that they didn't have to hide in the shadows no longer. Newhaven was expanding by leaps and bounds now to the point that they had outlining towns, villages, and neighborhoods in addition to the central city. The fledgling City-State was booming.

Even after the bombshell announcement, the questions still flooded in about each of the supernatural species that resided here. Of course, there were those who thought that it was just one massive hoax even after the Hunters tried to take the initiative back by releasing their own propaganda video that showed all of the Lurkers that they'd killed along with so-called footage of women trapped by a Lurker. In reality, it was the women inside of Tillis' own Prison Creature, not that the general uneducated public cared either way. For every piece of demonstrable evidence that Newhaven put forth, the Hunters had a piece of propaganda to counter it.

"When are we going to do something, dad?" Bobby asked, staring at the map as his thoughts swirled.

"We are doing something, son," Don countered. "We're building a better life for everyone here and living the example instead of stooping to their level."

"WE NEED TO DO MORE!" Bobby snapped. "We need to be out there, exterminating Hunter cells instead of cowering behind our city walls!"

"We do that and it's open war with the United States, boy," Don said, raising his voice to match. "Or did you forget that we're not American Citizens anymore?" He took a deep breath through clenched teeth. "Look... I know that you're upset at what happened to-"

"DON'T!" Bobby warned. "Just... don't. Don't even mention her name!" It was another bitter pill to swallow. In addition to his mother being taken four years ago, his girlfriend, Erica, had been taken two years ago. While they'd both been released, Erica revealed to him that she'd been a Lurker Caretaker and quite older than the young adult he'd taken her for. She'd since married the Werewolf couple that she was having a baby with. Tell Bobby not to wait for me... was the haunting words that still rattled around in his skull. When she was returned in the big prisoner exchange, they saw in each other's eyes that they'd both changed and there would be no going back. Just like his mother, Erica now lived with the Werewolves until she delivered. Unlike his mother, Erica was going to stay as she was now part of a family unit that involved her, and a male-female Werewolf couple.

The bittersweet memories were too much, and Bobby ran from the house, grabbing his bow and arrow set and going on a jog to work off the stress and anxiety. He took the long route along the southern perimeter wall access road. The Minotaurs used their strength and earth magic in earnest to get the wall up the day after the secession announcement. At first it was just a minor palisade wall. Now it was a huge, towering solid mass of magically hardened wood that included ramparts and guard towers. It was manned round the clock by Minotaurs, Fae, Werewolves, Vampires, and Humans.

As he ran, he took shots at various targets that he'd setup along the winding path. On his return trip, he'd retrieve the arrows. He had been captain of his school's archery team and a varsity member of his cross-country team. When he graduated, he was looking forward to a full ride scholarship in both sports. There'd even been talk of him making the U.S. Olympic Team. That was now all a pipe dream as his training and fitness went into the defense of Newhaven.

He wasn't bitter, though. He liked the new direction his life had taken. Bobby sparred with Minotaurs and Vampires, for crying out loud! Who all could say that? He'd been laid more times by Fae and Vampire women in the past year than he had ever hoped for with any normal woman before that. Even fucking Mermaids surfaced on the beach and wanted in on the community as they could now be as open as they wanted to be amongst humans. He'd had his fair share of Mermaid tail (no pun intended) as he was the first one to get a blowjob when they first surfaced last year. Bobby didn't even mind if he was being used as a curiosity by them and the Fae and a food source for the Vampiresses. He was getting mind-blowing orgasms on a weekly, if not daily, basis.

What really bothered him was the fact that they were in an eternal war with the Hunters and they couldn't even fight back. His mother and girlfriend, if not being forced to whore out for the Werewolves, had been captives inside that damn Prison Creature. Tillis and his goons were able to attack them at will, with the private blessing of the United States Department of Homeland Security, while Newhaven was forced to stay their hand. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. The only thing that they had going for them was protection from the United Nations.

Frustrated, Bobby threw down his bow and dropped to his knees on a rocky overlook high above the lake. "You promised us a better life!" he shouted, lifting clenched fists up to the heavens, knowing well that God, his wife, and his son, with all of their angels, existed now and that they could hear him. "You promised us safety! You promised us a prosperous future! So where is it, huh?"

He knelt there on the ground, chest heaving from his running, sweat pouring off of his head, as he looked up into the sky in defiance. Bobby spread his arms wide in a 'so you gonna answer me or what' gesture. After a full five minutes of silence, he grunted, picked up his bow, and threw it up into the air. "OR DO YOU ONLY FUCKING ANSWER WHEN IT SUITS YOU!? HUH? IF I CAN'T HAVE JUSTICE, THEN I WANT VENGENCE," he howled in outrage. Then he watched as his bow disappeared over the ledge and down into the trees below. "Fucking figures..." he grunted as he then started climbing down to retrieve it.

He found his bow laying on the forest floor after picking his way through some underbrush. The string snapped, and the shaft bent. "Fucking eh..." he bemoaned as he sat down on the ground. He looked back up to the sky, "I'm sure you all are having a helluva laugh over this, huh?" he asked rhetorically.

That's when a bolt of lightning came down out of a clear blue sky to strike him, knocking his ass to the ground.

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CHAPTER 2:

Then... Atnanthna...

Much to Helena's surprise, they were surprisingly well taken care of the entire journey. Not one of them perished along the way as they were kept fed, watered, and rested. The reason being, she overheard, was that their punishment was far worse than the other two tribes and the Greeks wanted to make sure they all survived to endure it.

Now, after weeks of travel they were finally being offloaded. With one in front of the other, the women had their hoods removed and they were tied up in their coffle before being led from the ship. The long, hard journey had broken some of her sisters but Helena remained steadfast and resolute. Her eyes looked around for any possible sign or opportunity for escape. None presented itself. Off to the side, she saw that all of their weapons were being dumped into a stone crypt that was then sealed with a heavy stone slab overtop. The soldiers then laughed at Helena's murderous look as she was led on.

She saw that they were on an island far out in the middle of the ocean. It was colder here than it was back in Greece as her bare nipples were on end and goose bumps rose up all over her nude body. But she endured in silence, not wanting to give the Greeks the satisfaction of knowing she was just slightly uncomfortable. She figured that just by distance alone and the lack of numerous turns, that they had to be far to the west and further north than the paradise that was the Mediterranean Sea. Just like it was back in Greece, soldiers dressed in warm furs backed by Witches with glowing hands lined the way. The tribe was led off of the boat and down into a carved-out cave that led underneath of the ocean itself. When they got to the bottom even Helena gasped at what awaited them.

Bound to the wall with white, glowing spells and arcane runes all around was a massive green creature unlike any of them had ever seen or heard of before in their lives. It had huge limbs that rivaled the great pillars holding up the Temple of Zeus at the foot of Mount Olympus. Its giant eyes, that were larger than the lights atop the Great Library, were closed as if the creature were either asleep or in a trance. Thick green tendrils, like vines, descended down from the thing's face.

Ahead of her, Helena watched in horror as the first of her sisters were taken off of the coffle and dragged over to some of the dangling tendrils. Her sister was shaking her head vigorously as the soldiers there tried to force a tendril into her mouth. They eventually succeeded and the Witch that was nearby cast a spell. A blob of... something... was forced into her mouth and Helena's sister ceased struggling. Then six more tendrils wrapped themselves around her body, attaching to her arms, legs, and breasts. Then two more shot up in between her legs as the tendrils hoisted her high up into the air.

Any resistance that any of them might've had at that point now fled as they all saw what had become of their tribal sister. Some screeched in anguish, others in terror, others in outrage. The Witches cast a spell that then blinded all of them and they had no choice but to kneel down onto the ground to try and shield their eyes with their own hair. Even then, they lost any sense of seeing.

When Helena's sight finally returned, she was up next to the creature. Many of her sisters were already bound and pacified in the tendrils. She cried out and tried to fight as well, but she was held fast by the Grecian Warriors. The tip of a tendril brushed her lips and she clamped her mouth shut while wildly shaking her head back and forth in denial as to what was happening. In one final act of desperation, she looked to the heavens and shouted out "ARES! ARTEMIS! GRANT US VENGENCE!" before the tendril was shoved into her mouth.

As a blob of sweet nectar was forced into her mouth and down her throat, she felt her mind go blank. But in that final moment as tendrils wrapped around her arms and legs, covered her breasts, and wormed their way up inside of her bottom and womanly folds, she heard one thing run through her head as her cry was answered: It will come in time...

The next day, after the Greeks and the Witches sealed what was going to be the Amazon's tomb for all eternity, a meteor fell from the heavens to strike the ocean nearby, destroying parts of the island and sending shards of it flying for miles and miles around. The prison of Atlantis, the place reserved for only the most hated of enemies of the Greek Empire, disappeared forever into the ocean.

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Now... Newhaven...

Bobby's ears were ringing, and he saw stars in his eyes. Take what is inside and go to the coast... a pair of voices said into his mind. He frowned. That wasn't the Lurker, or any of the Vampires, the Merfolk, or even the Fae. He knew what they all sounded like inside of his head. This was... different. Bobby shook the cobwebs from his head and looked at what was before him. The lightening had actually broken open the stone underneath of the forest floor. "Holy shit..." he breathed as he peered down into the hole.

The hole was big enough around that he could easily see down inside. A beautiful bow was on top of the cache of other bows, arrows, leather straps, leather armor, ropes, spears, swords, and quivers. His hand wrapped around the beautiful, ornate, bluish-silver recurve bow that was on top and he lifted it out. It was surprisingly light despite its size and metallic texture. He could not see a string, at first, until he got just the barest glimpse of one. It was thin, but it seemed to be like a beam of light and it seemed to feel like a bow sting. Curious, Bobby hooked it with his fingers to draw it.

An arrow instantly appeared, nocked and ready to fly the moment he drew the light string back. "SHIT!" he cried out as it took him off guard. He dropped the bow in his surprise, the arrow disappearing the moment the bow left his hand. Feeling sheepish, he picked the bow back up again and drew his fingers along the light. The arrow reappeared. "Holy... fucking... shit..." he breathed as he studied the wondrous weapon.

[Musing] We had forgot about that container... The Ancient One rumbled into his mind. [Educating] It appeared in this region shortly after a meteor, not our own, landed in the middle of the secondary body of water not too far from here...