Procreation Pt. 01: Uruk

Author's Preface

Greetings, fellow fappers. This is an old-school sci-fi story with a generous helping of mind control, and an overwhelming whiff of femdom.

It's sci-fi, not erotica, certainly in terms of the percentage word-count. So you might get a little frustrated when scrolling through to find the sex parts. You're more likely in this story to learn the precise dimensions of a spacecraft than a female character's bra size. But the sex scenes are more full-on and explicit than you get in a lot of SF. I've tried to put real science behind it.

My obsession with Female Supremacy, which led me to write "The Hive" (published here on Lit), is unabated here, where a powerful woman rules and is worshipped as a Goddess and generally bosses everyone around. In this story, it's the women who are in charge, and all of them are strong. That's how you can tell it's fiction.

The plot is basically H. Rider Haggard's "She", with elements of "Avatar" thrown in. So it's kinda interracial (if not quite inter-species) too.

It's influenced by Niven's "Ringworld", particularly in the sexy amazon character of Bugspit, and of Inana herself, who kind of remind me of the space-hooker Halrloprillalar.

The orbiting satellite Dildo, with its enclosed ecosystem is a well-known SF trope. The design is an 'Island Three' O'Neill cylinder. I won't bother mentioning the many SF stories and movies that feature O'Neill cylinders and their donut-shaped or ring-shaped variants, except a very well-thought out and scientifically accurate one, and also one of the first: Arthur C. Clarke's "Rendezvous with Rama".

I welcome comments and PM's about this story, especially from tall sexy alien amazon women. Geeky male adolescents' comments are okay too, but I probably won't reply.

Oh, one last warning: This is Part One of a three part, 75,000 word story, and, as such, has quite a lot of set-up, introduces a number of characters who only come into their own in subsequent parts, and kind of ends on a cliff-hanger. Hopefully it will pique your interest to read on.

May the (female) force be with you.

Prologue: The Dildo

Jonah Da Costa spent his thirtieth birthday asleep inside a hollow black dildo, floating between the moon and the earth.

Not an actual-sized dildo, of course; a big one: It measured just under twenty miles long, and it was an impressive four miles in girth. So I ought to have said it was a really big dildo, even by Literotica standards.

It spun around once every two minutes, giving it an artificial gravity just like earth's.

The inside of it, its 'floor', had a surface area of more than one hundred square miles, and was beautifully landscaped by the world's finest eco-engineers.

It was originally going to be named the Artemis, but no prizes for guessing what everyone ended up calling it, once they saw the blueprints.

The Dildo was the brain-child of the ecologist Diana Browning, who, by coincidence, shared a birthday with Jonah. She celebrated her birthday with a glass of Medoc, from her own vineyard. She was, on that day, exactly twice Jonah's age, which made that day a completely unique occurrence, one that had never happened before, and would never happen again in the lifetime of the universe. But you can say that about any instant of time.

Aside from sharing a birthday, there was little Jonah and Diana had in common:

On her tenth birthday, Diana decided to devote her life to the study of Gaia - the biosphere. Fifteen years later, she had been already been offered, but had refused, the Nobel Prize for her discovery of the existence of hydrocarbon life on Ross 128. If that wasn't enough, by her thirtieth birthday she had gone on to develop EGO, a global geopolitical and climate forecasting system, which had helped avert countless ecological and geopolitical disasters.

Then, at the age of forty she'd been given the go-ahead by the World Space Agency to develop her most ambitious project yet, a self-sufficient ecosystem in space, capable of supporting a city-sized community of people indefinitely. They would live, breed and die there; and possibly one day they, or more likely their descendants would weigh anchor and set sail on the long voyage to other earth-like planets outside the solar system.

She named the project after the Greek Goddess of the moon, Artemis; which of course, was where her own name came from, via the Romans. Artemis was her all-consuming passion for the next two decades of her life.

To say she was a household name is an understatement; to large numbers of people, particularly to women, she was nothing short of a prophet.

She had a quiet, almost saintly humility and wisdom about her which instilled a fierce loyalty in her team. They would be willing to die for her, or rather for her ideals, which were simply these: to understand, love and respect the life of the planet.

Now, compare and contrast:

Jonah wanted a bike for his tenth birthday present. He got one, and accidentally rode it into the canal that same day. He graduated from college at the age of twenty with an okay degree in physics. After playing in a couple of garage bands after that, he signed up for the army, astronautical division as an engineer. He quit the army and got a long-term contract working on the Artemis project. They flew him to the moon, where he spent a year maintaining the freighters. Then he ended up on the Dildo itself, doing EV maintenance work, which suited him fine; he liked being outdoors. He was easy-going, and got on well with the other 'floaters', which was what the folks who spent their lives on board the Dildo called themselves; he was very popular with the female ones. And the job paid really well, because, to some, it was considered pretty hazardous. As the saying went, there are no snowflakes in space.

The money to pay Jonah's salary came out of the quadrillion-dollar budget for the project, raised partly from the World Space Agency, who were in turn financed by the military. Diana, though a pacifist by nature, understood the military's motivations well, and strove to assure them that Artemis would satisfy their desire to see a viable life support system that could protect people in the event of war or other global catastrophe. But there were also a number of private financiers, and to them she promised that Artemis would be a great money-making venture, and could bring in a lot of revenue serving as a holiday destination for the uber-wealthy. She made sure that the interior of the Dildo was both practical and beautifully landscaped. She even allowed them, reluctantly, to name the Dildo's main city 'New Las Vegas'.

Artemis proceeded on time and on budget. A year before its scheduled completion date, most of the staff were laid off and returned to earth. The project appeared to the be winding down; the lunar-based mineral processing and fabrication plants were decommissioned. But this was all part of the project plan; the apparent slowdown was mainly due to the successful start-up of the Dildo's automated systems, which began to take over most of the hitherto human controlled construction and maintenance work.

As more and more of his colleagues were sent back to earth, Jonah expected that any day he'd be given his marching orders too, along with a big fat severance pay. Fewer than fifty scientists and engineers now remained up there with him.

What Jonah didn't know was that he was being kept aboard for observation; Diana was considering recruiting him to join her permanent team, who would become the Founding Parents of the Artemis's human community.

Diana was clear about the type of person she needed: Above all, she wanted people who followed her creed of respect for life; but equally important to her was a sense of duty and discipline; she did not want to see the community of the Dildo descend into chaos. To this end her first recruit was Alia Hussain.

Like Jonah, Alia had come from the army and switched careers, becoming the team leader overseeing the engineers, reporting directly to Diana. Although she was no longer enlisted, she still thought of herself as a soldier, and insisted that she be addressed by the team as 'Captain'. She stared down anybody who tried to tease her, but somehow they all ended up loving her, because they could see that she was deep down a kind, decent person.

Captain Hussain saw herself not so much as a soldier but a protector of the Good Order, a guardian of law against the forces of anarchy. To Diana she was perfect for the job. The generals were sceptical that someone so junior should be given such authority, but Diana told them that Captain Hussain had the Right Stuff, and would prove them wrong.

And in Captain Hussain's judgement, Jonah Da Costa had the Right Stuff too; and she told Diana so.

Before we begin the story proper, I want to explain one piece of magic that they had up there: It was a recently perfected life-extension technology, called "hyposleep". The word comes from the Greek word "hypo", meaning below, and the English word "sleep", meaning sleep. Basically hyposleep is like death, but reversible, and as long as you remain in zero G, you can stay like that for a few months, even years. But attempting hyposleep for more than two or three days under gravity is inadvisable, because you wouldn't ever wake up, as its inventor sadly discovered. Or rather, never discovered.

Hyposleep was still a new, and unproven technology; like cryogenics centuries ago, a few hundred wealthy terminally ill people had opted to go into hypo, in the hope that science would find a cure for them, at which time someone would wake them up. Most of these people were housed in the pompously-named Aeternus, a space station in geostationary orbit hovering directly above Cairo, presumably as a reminder that people had been entombing themselves in the hope of immortality since Ancient Egyptian times.

For Diana, hyposleep was the key technology that turned her ultimate vision of galactic travel into a something achievable in her lifetime. That's because it would take around five hundred years for the ecology inside the Dildo to settle down and balance itself out. Only after that long could they be sure that it was a truly self-sustaining system, capable of supporting not only people, but a wide variety of life, indefinitely.

The Dildo had been kitted out with a few hundred hyposleep pods along its axis, where there was no gravity, for the use of Diana and her team; they lived their lives in ultra-slow-motion, or rather in time-lapse, with long periods of stasis punctuated by flurries of activity.

Jonah loved hyposleep; he was getting paid by the hour, whether he was asleep or awake.

Homo Felix

Jonah slept naked. In fact he did pretty much everything naked. So did everyone on the Dildo.

Once upon a time people needed clothes, to keep warm, and to keep off the dirt and bugs. Then for a few millennia they carried on wearing the clothes, out of habit. Then a century ago, they discarded them, except for special occasions, and when they were outdoors, which was rare. Now Jonah Da Costa was almost always indoors, and almost always naked.

"XS B2 Manual Check... XS B2 Manual Check..." crooned the sexy voice of 'Monica', the Dildo's Monitor and Collison Alert System.

A red light was flashing in the periphery of Jonah's vision as he awoke. He reached up and pushed open the top half of his hyposleep pod. He sat up, rubbing his close-shaved hair. He yawned and twisted his head vigorously from side to side, until he'd managed to crack his neck vertebrae.

"XS B2 Manual-" Jonah flicked a switch.

"Okay Monica, I got it," he said. His voice sounded hoarse, but aside from that, he felt fine and rested, as though he'd just woken from an eight-hour sleep, rather than a baseline coma of - he checked the clock - twelve weeks. He didn't even need a shave.

Time was different here. Going by the clock, Jonah had spent nearly a decade aboard the Dildo. But he had aged less than two years; for the rest of the time he had been dead, or as close to death as you can get without actually decomposing. The same went, more or less, for the other floaters.

Jonah had become pretty blasé regarding Monica's wake-up alerts. To him they bordered on paranoia. And in the rare cases that there was a real issue that needed attention, 'Maisy', the Dildo's Maintenance System, could normally handle the job herself. He'd been lead tester on Annie Albright's team which had built and designed Maisy, and was a hundred percent confident that it was safer than any human when it came to running things. But Annie had insisted there be flashing lights and the sexy crooning. And on waking whoever was on the watch rota out of hyposleep for every damn false alarm.

He floated out of the pod and looked along the tube of the control deck at his comatose colleagues. He decided to fuck with Monica's head: "Hey, Mon, hope you don't mind if I screw a couple of the gals before I go outside, I've got a kind of necrophilia thing going today."

Monica didn't respond. Monica didn't have a sense of humour. Jonah thought of Monica as a dumb sentry guard, and Maisy as a sort of school janitor. But Monica and Maisy were both way smarter than any human, when it came to keeping the Dildo safe and running smoothly.

He sighed noisily and donned his catsuit. Half an hour later he floated patiently in the apex airlock, waiting for vacuum. The 'pee-hole', they called it, because of its situation right at the tip of the Dildo. Slowly the outer door opened like an iris and he gasped. Gaia! There she was, in full, mother earth. From his vantage point at the L5 Lagrange point, She was a big blue and white eyeball staring accusingly at him. He floated out of the pee-hole into space, a tiny, lonely spermatozoon.

"Sorry," he said, and he meant it. All he wanted was to go back to Mama Gaia and relish what was left of her. Over fifty percent of wildlife had disappeared in the last century: Gone were zebras, whales, sharks, all the big cats. Now they were no more than frozen fossils, strands of DNA kept in a few gene banks round the world, waiting for some future generation to figure out how to rebuild them. But he knew that homo sapiens would go extinct before that; they'd blow themselves up before then, along with a lot of other species too.

There was low unemployment, nobody starved, diseases were rarely fatal. Yet nobody was happy. Religious battles raged, murder and drug abuse was at a historic high. Something had gone wrong with the program. Jonah didn't know quite what it was, but something had gone out of whack with humans in the last century or so; like they'd spent the last million years trying to get to this point, where they controlled everything, and then found out that maybe controlling everything isn't so great.

Why hadn't they let him go back home along with almost everybody else? He wanted to just cut loose, live off-grid out in the countryside and grow weed and cider apples, but he'd never been able to afford any land outside of the city; land was only for the rich these days. He'd been earning great money up here as a floater on the Dildo, and would finally be able to fulfil his dream when his contract ended in another five years, but he just couldn't wait that long, even if they'd let him spend it all in hypo.

He floated to the door of the shuttle and punched in the entry security code. He manoeuvred himself into the cockpit seat, and began taking readings off the status monitor. He knew how to pilot one of these shuttles. It was easy if you had the security codes; you just type in the navigation code in here, set the coordinates over here, press this big red button here, type in the launch code over there, and away you go. He stared out at the earth, ignoring Monica's soothing voice telling him, repeatedly "Manual Safety checks completed. Please return to hub. Manual Safety checks completed. Please return to hub."

Back in the airlock, he sighed and removed his catsuit and docked it on the wall.

He drifted back to the control deck, and floated over to Captain Hussain's pod. He rarely saw her like this these days, she was too much in demand to spend any time in hypo. He looked down at her, beautiful and pale in the pod's sickly light, still as death, like a martyred saint. He was in love with her once, but she'd gone cold on him; even colder when awake than right now, lying there at minus forty degrees C.

He wondered if Monica would catch him on the monitor cam if he were to jerk off right now over the pod cover, performing bukake over Captain Hussain's beautiful lifeless face. Fuck Monica anyway. He'd done it before, jerked off in zero G. His jizz had floated around the deck, a gooey droplet, while Jonah had frantically chased it, worrying that it might gum up some vital electrics and send the Dildo crashing into the moon. Well, he had been pretty stoned at the time.

"Help me, Captain," he said to her, knowing she couldn't hear him. His hand hesitated over the manual wakeup button on the pod. He hit it, and oxygen hissed. Catheters retracted from her chest, neck and abdomen, and her deathly white complexion returned to its normal, bronze colour.

She opened her eyes, pushed open the lid and sat up.

"At ease, crewman," she said immediately.

Jonah glanced down at his erect member. "Can I finish myself off at least, sir?"

Captain Hussain didn't respond; she didn't even crack a smile.

"Okay Jonah, what's up, besides your dick?"

Jonah's penis shrank back sulkily to its normal size. "Nothing, sir. Now."

She still didn't crack a smile. "You're on EV maintenance wake-up rota, right?"

"Yes sir. I've just completed shuttle B2 inspection."

"Yes, and?"

"False alarm, sir."

"And?"

He took a breath: "Permission to go to hell, sir."

"Denied."

"Captain, I- I almost took off. I mean I thought about stealing a shuttle and just taking off. I really did."

Captain Hussain looked him straight in the eye for a couple of seconds. He knew what she was doing: She was doing what she best at, assessing risk. And coming to a quick decision.

"Okay. Come with me, crewman."

"Where are we going, sir?"

"To see Diana. And Annie. Go wake Annie, she's in hypo."

"Annie? You know she won't let me go. I'm her favourite."

"Yeah, you're everybody's favourite slut. Convene at apex down-elevator in ten."

Annie Albright was, like Jonah, short and powerfully built. And both she and Jonah shaved the hair on their heads close, and both of them liked to joke around a lot. So they were buddies. But, unlike Jonah, Annie was a mathematical prodigy. She headed up the engineering team, and was responsible for dealing with the mind-boggling logistics of the project.

As she floated out of the pod, her big, spherical boobs bobbed and wobbled randomly in the weightlessness of the control deck. She and Jonah had fucked once or twice, down on the surface, where gravity existed and sex was more enjoyable. Down there, her titties hung pendulously under their weight. She liked to push them onto Jonah's face while he sucked them. Sex between Jonah and Annie was like two bulldogs wrestling; but he'd always come out on top, and claim victory from behind, while she cursed and swore till she climaxed. Her big ass drove him crazy, and she knew it: Now, as she rose from the pod, she glided upwards past him, with her back to him, giving him a teasing slow-motion vertical pan down her dancing butt-cheeks.

They rode the spiral elevator to the surface. Although each of them had done that trip many times before, still they gawked at the view on the way down.