Procreation Pt. 01: Uruk

"I see. You want to start a new colony of Kadin on the Artemis. And what about my people?"

"They will return to earth. If the air proves poisonous to them, they may live here, in Uruk."

"And you, Inana?"

"If your people choose to abide here in Uruk, Bilulu will rule over them, and her family together. For I have learned from Jonah, that your people will obey the Kadin meekly, and we will keep them in order."

"And if I want my people to remain on the Artemis? If I refuse to agree to this?"

"Then I will enslave them too; my Attar sharia will subject them to my will, I you will send them here anyway."

Diana wondered how much Jonah had told her about Alia, and Monica's defences. Probably everything. She could still resist an invasion.

Inana's eyes pulsated. "Your people belong here, on this earth. I do not wish to force you to do anything other than you know is right."

Diana felt very small and vulnerable. "Maybe. But even if you're right, I don't have the power over my family that you do over yours. Captain Hussain, who is to me what Bilulu is to you, she will be a mother soon, and she saw how you have taken control of her mate, Jonah. She will refuse to allow any aliens - Sorry, any threat, to the Artemis or the people there. She sees you now as an enemy."

"That is unfortunate. I will force her to descend to me, and I will enslave her. You and Jonah together will be the bait that draws her here."

Inana grabbed Diana's thin upper arms. She pulled her up from her seat, gently but firmly. Then her long fingers felt around Diana's neck until she found the fastener for her helmet. She undid it and lifted it off Diana's head, slowly, almost respectfully, like a crown from a queen.

"Breathe me. Be naked before me, Auntie." Diana stood impassively while Inana peeled the zipper of her catsuit down. Then Inana saw her pendant, and started.

"What is that jewel you wear? It is beautiful, like to a little world!"

Diana breathed deeply, and her eyes fluttered closed.

"I - It's an opal. I've had it since I was ten. It was a birthday present."

"Now it shall be mine."

Inana took the chain and placed the pendant around her neck. She stood tall and took a long, deep breath.

"I feel its power. With it I will rule the Artemis, which we will rename Eanna. We will make it a wondrous city, and love it and cherish it as a home."

Diana open her eyes and looked up at Inana's eyes, and saw the love of a mother for her children.

Inana smiled to see Diana's apparently immediate surrender. What Inana didn't know is that Diana had no sense of smell. Diane had induced anosmia in herself, before leaving the shuttle, with an injection of an amyl tryptophan derivative. And she'd told Alia to be prepared to do the same, in the event of any contamination of the Artemis's atmosphere. Even if they became infected with MTP, its control mechanism via the olfactory centre would be severely impaired. Yet Inana's power to dominate one's will wasn't solely due to her scent: Her eyes, her deep voice, and above all her supremely confident and imperious bearing, made it very hard to defy her.

"Now that you belong to me, Auntie, I will take you to the heart of Uruk." She took Diana's arm; and led her out of the room.

Diana and Inana walked until they came to the arched entrance to her throne room. Two guards motioned Diana to enter, but to remain by the wall, near the entrance. Inana strode quickly and gracefully to the stage, mounted the steps and seated herself on her throne. All about her, facing her, stood her handmaidens, motionless; Bilulu was among them. Diana stared, fascinated.

"My Auntie Moon, witness now the sacred rite of procreation, which no man has seen."

She stood, and turned about, slowly, eying the guards in turn, as though selecting who was going to be 'it' in some playground game. She stopped, facing one of them. She raised her arms high above her head, which stretched her torso back and thrust out her wide ribcage. Her eyes closed. While she was holding this pose the guard who was 'it' walked towards her, and lay down on her back, her feet close to Inana.

Inana's eyes opened, and she looked down at the prone woman. The pupils of Inana's eyes began their weird pulsating. Diana watched them intently, and even she felt their hypnotic pull, immune though she was from Inana's pheromones. But the effect on the woman was dramatic. She began writhing and moaning in ecstasy. With her feet, Inana spread the woman's legs apart, advancing on her until her feet were between the woman's thighs. And then a bright, shiny cherry appeared to ripen out of Inana's pussy. It grew and elongated.

"They're hermaphrodites!" Whispered Diana to herself. She corrected herself: "No, it's, it's an ovipositor. Of course."

Inana knelt between the woman's legs. She went on all fours and bent low over her. She opened her mouth wide, her long red tongue out, down to her chin. Saliva poured slowly from it; the woman twitched and yelped as it trickled down onto the her red, erect nipple.

Inana cupped the woman's face in her long hands and flicked her long tongue in and out of her slackly opened mouth, then opened her own mouth wide and clamped her lips over it, and sucked, her head bobbing rhythmically. She appeared to be suffocating her. The guard was crying out, but the cries were tiny, muted squeaks, stifled inside Inana's devouring mouth.

Then Inana pushed herself onto the woman, and began thrusting her hips onto her. She fucked her, like a man, deeply and powerfully. Her thrusts were slow and unrelenting, like a blacksmith's hammer blows. The guard was unconscious now. To Diana, the spectacle was closer to a ritual slaughter than a public rape.

Gradually, the other handmaidens started calling out, quietly at first, but building in volume, in time to Inana's thrusts: "Ya... ya... ya... ya... ya! YA!!"

The guards' yelps stopped suddenly. Inana's buttocks tightened, and clenched, motionless. Nobody moved for over a minute, but something was still happening to the woman: She trembled, her eyes wide with terror. She sounded like she was screaming, rhythmically, as though in labour, but still her screams were muffled by Inana's wide mouth. Eventually Inana stood. A pink creamy liquid oozed from the woman's groin; she stirred, and then crawled to Inana and kissed her feet. Two guards helped her to her feet and escorted her from the room.

Diana now understood: The women carried Inana's eggs, as surrogates. And these were almost certainly fertilised eggs, yielding daughters. Inana had been impregnated by a male; the egg had fertilised inside her, but the baby would develop in one of her daughter's wombs.

Inana had returned to the centre of stage. She selected another victim, who stepped forward, and lay down on her back at Inana's feet. The ritual was going to be repeated.

This time the woman's mouth was not muted by Inana's lips, and her screams filled and echoed around the room as Inana forced her eggs into her, while Inana stared into her terrified eyes. Diana held her hands over her ears, and screwed her eyes tight shut. Yet Diane's unquenchable curiosity held her, and she remained, as the ritual took place a third time. Why was it so painful an experience for her victims? What was happening to their insides that made them bleed?

But what was to come was even more harrowing.

Sperm Bank

Inana sat upon her throne, her legs twitching. She breathed heavily. She was attended to by her handmaidens; one of them held a flagon to her lips, from which she drank a deep draught. Others massaged Inana's back and shoulders as though she were a prize-fighter after a bout. Others were on their hands and knees like charwomen wiping the pink, slippery floor with slow, wide circular sweeps of big white cloths. Inana spoke to one of her guards, eying Diana.

For a terrifying moment, Diana thought she was going to be Inana's next victim; the guard stalked towards her. But she merely bowed and said, "please follow me."

Diana was led to an elevator, the same one that they had led Jonah into earlier. Like Jonah before, she emerged under the sky; but this time it was night. The stars shone bright overhead. The moon, Diana's moon, was a low crescent in the east.

Below her was a large, smooth bowl set into the hillside. It was the radio telescope dish that Jonah had spied earlier, only now it had been draped with cloths of ornately patterned fabric. All around the edge of the bowl had been placed tall, thick wax candles, eight or nine feet tall, and thick as tree trunks, surmounted by bulbous, flame-shaped glass windshields. Each candle had many wicks, which were all alit. Their flames glowed steadily in the still air inside their clear helmets. They looked very phallic to Diana, no doubt intentionally; the stalagmites of candle-wax surrounding their bases made it appear that the candles had grown out of the mountainside like maggot-white trees. From the dim shadows around her, women appeared, their skin pale yellow under the candle-light. Diana, saw them emerging from a hole in the ground nearby. They had walked all the way up there, tirelessly on their long thin legs, via a long helical stairway which ascended all the way from the bowels of the city, many hundred feet below.

By now around five or six hundred people crowded round the area. They spread high up onto the hillsides. They whispering and murmured to each other, then grew quiet. A shooting star passed overhead silently.

Inana appeared and the crowd parted as she walked regally down into the base of the bowl. Diana couldn't see properly being so short, and was unable to squeeze her way forward, so she turned and climbed to the less densely crowded hillside. She was now nearly a hundred feet away. Inana spoke in her deep, smooth voice, her voice echoing around the mountainside. But it was in a language Diana couldn't understand. She thought she caught words of English, Spanish and Arabic, but little more.

It seems Inana had been talking about Diana, because after she stopped speaking, several women close by looked across, and bowed their heads politely. She bowed in return, unsure whether she would be even visible to Inana.

And then a man was brought out. Diana, in spite of the solemnity of occasion, felt inclined to laugh at the incongruous sight of him amongst these stately women, emerging from some hidden hole in the ground in the shadows like a dwarf, ambling slowly with his ungainly, lumbering gait until he arrived at rim of the bowl.

She was still smiling as the man toddled down the slope towards Inana, trying not to tumble.

Her smile faded quickly when she became aware that something awful was about to happen to him.

Inana stretched herself upwards and backwards, identically to earlier, during the "rite of procreation." The man stood before her. She sank to her knees, and thrust out her hand. Diana couldn't see well, but it seemed she'd grabbed his huge balls. She tugged this way and that; towards her; away from her; downwards; then, up, till he stood on his toes. His arms hung limp.

Then, to Diana's shock, with her other hand she pulled from her belt a small knife, curved like a scimitar; she reached to his groin and slashed upwards, slicing off his balls and erect dick from him. Blood spurted from him, black in the candlelight, spraying her white thighs. He remained standing for a moment, then crumpled to the ground in a heap, dead. Her bloody hand held her prize aloft, and black liquid ran down her arm. Then she dropped the knife and thrust his severed member inside her with both hands dropped to her knees in the pool of blood. She lay down, and squeezed, tearing and shredding at the remains of the man's scrotum, pushing them up inside of her, writhing in ecstasy.

"Ya!!" shouted the crowd in unison.

She stood. Entrails and blood slithered from her. Four of five of her handmaidens, Bilulu among them, gathered round her with water from tall jugs, ready to wash her. But she held her arms out and they stopped still, uncertain. Then Diana saw Inana remove her pendant, and place it around Bilulu's neck. Bilulu fell to her knees and clasped her hands round her. Inana bade her stand, and kissed her, on the lips. Bilulu stepped back, leaving Inana alone, almost lonely, in the centre of the bowl.

Inana raised her hands high and arched her back, and looked up at the starry sky. The moon had risen to its zenith. Inana turned and looked straight at Diana, and her arms reached out to her: Diana felt that she was thanking her for giving her the moon.

There was a rumbling sound, and then a roar. The shuttle appeared over the ridge. It climbed high over them, and they felt the blast of cold air from its hoverjets. It descended into the bowl. Blood sprayed in a fine mist. It was landing directly over Inana. Its three legs extended, and the loading door in its bulbous belly opened, to reveal bright light within, which lit up the area. The shuttle's feet touched the ground, and then the legs retracted, lowering the shuttle's fat body. Inana was engulfed as the shuttle's base sank towards the ground. Diana looked up at the cockpit. She couldn't see Jonah, but she knew he was there. He had surely disabled the communication with Alia and the Artemis remote guidance system.

The roar increased to a scream, and the shuttle rose into the sky, until it was lost in the black night. Jonah was going to try to break into the Dildo, together with Inana, his Queen. But Monica, and Alia, Diana knew, would kill them both before they got within a thousand miles of it.

Liked this story? Please comment! Stay tuned for Part 2 - Eanna, which focuses on the takeover of the Artemis by Inana and the interbreeding experiment, followed by the concluding Part 3 - Durga, the restoration of the Earth, and the battle with the Tiger Goddess.