Empire

Empire

By Danath

(decades old story from Powerweapons, recently discovered I still had these even though I thought they were long gone. I think it's from around 2007(?) and was written for the monthly contest with a theme of science fiction if I remember)

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Empire was a wild west planet. Small, dirty towns housed a few dozen or a few hundred inhabitants. The wooden saloons, barber shops, and general stores stood next to shiny spaceports and complicated bio-sphere generators. Indigenous, reptile-like life forms roamed the deserts next to imported animals like steer and coyotes.

The fantasy was complete and functioned for several decades, building off the success of perhaps its most interesting feature -- the permanent human population of bio-engineered women.

Empire's women (there were only women on Empire) were special -- they all sported enormous cocks, much larger than would be average for a normal man. Nobody questioned it -- it was just the way things were. They didn't mess with too much technology -- the residents of City, the capitol of Empire and home of the only spaceport, were pretty secretive about all that. They were different, too -- some only had breasts, others only had cocks. But that was just the way things were too, and nobody really asked about it.

The women of Empire went about their lives peacefully (except for the occasional gunfight or bank robbery), living, working, and existing on the planet best they could, dealing with the constant stream of tourists from City.

Sherry glanced up towards the sky, squinting into the bright blue, pulling a few strands of loose brown hair from her eyes. She pushed her cowboy hat back up and looked forward, keeping an eye on the herd of longhorns she guided down the path.

"Hup!" she shouted, nudging her horse forward, preventing an older male from wandering.

A ship flew overhead, droning quietly in the still air of mid-day. It disappeared in the distance, straight west. Headed to Nation, she thought to herself. That's where she was going, still almost a day out.

She sometimes envied the ships that flew overhead -- they were large and fast. They could take her whole herd clear across the country in a matter of hours, not days as it normally took. She would be able to see her friends sooner -- they were going to celebrate Sadie's birthday in high style three days from now, and Sherry was looking forward to it. It was lonely on the range -- she worked alone, usually -- so visiting friends provided her some relief.

She sighed and focused on the herd, taking a drink of water from her canteen. There was a watering hole about six hours away where she would rest for the night.

Underneath the city of Nation, a red light lit up on a long board full of dark bulbs. A thin man in a white jumpsuit glanced up from his coffee and tapped a few commands into his keyboard.

A large screen came to life, showing Sherry's picture. Warning signs flashed in the corners as the thin man sputtered on his coffee and picked up a handset and spoke urgently to his shift partner.

"I know it's not possible... there must be some kind of mistake," he said. "Recalibrate and double-check."

He listened intently for several moments, but the red light kept blinking and the screen stayed on.

"What's procedure for this?" the thin man asked. He obviously wasn't pleased with the answer he received.

"Fuck all. Literally."

Sherry sighed as she tossed her hat onto her bedroll and shook some dust from her long hair. Settling down onto a fallen log, she gazed over the water hole, double-checking her water supplies. Assured, she ignored the grazing herd as she pulled off her boots and wiggled her toes.

"Damn, that feels nice," she murmured. She pulled off her socks and unbuttoned her shirt, relaxing in the glow of the campfire. Her coffee pot hissed and she pulled it off, pouring a cup before grabbing some jerky from her saddlebag.

Satisfied, she laid back on her bedroll and set her pistol beneath the headrest, then took a few bites of jerky, relaxed and unaware of the panic occurring underground a few dozen miles away.

Tomorrow she'd arrive in Empire, drop off the herd, toss a few back, and meet up with her friends. Tonight, she'd be able to relax. Wandering predators rarely came too close to Empire. Still, she double-checked to make sure her custom-designed pistol was stashed beneath her bedroll.

The bright moon shone down on the peaceful scene, the stillness of the night broken only by the occasional moo or shuffle of hooves as Sherry drifted to sleep next to the remains of her fire.

A huge wind sprung up suddenly, wakening Sherry. She instinctively grabbed her gun, looking around wildly. Bright lights started to flash over the herd and her campsite as a large ship descended. Sherry'd seen them before, at the ports, but not out here in the middle of nowhere.

Sherry pulled on her boots, ducking behind her horse. The ship landed about a hundred feet away. The searchlights went out, but Sherry could hear the engines running still. Deciding to wait and see what the ship was doing, Sherry snuck off into a patch of bushes, watching the dark-lit scene.

People emerged from the ship, about five of them. She could only see their silhouettes against the moon-lit sky, but she could tell they were handling rifles -- good ones, if the muzzle shape was anything to go by.

"Sherry Talen! We're from City -- we'd like to talk to you!" one of the figures shouted.

One of the five was drawing near to her hiding place, but couldn't see her in the dark. She crouched down low, listening still.

"Where'd she go?" one figure asked, kicking some of the red coals from her fireplace. "She was just here."

"Dammit, we need to get her back now before she finds out anything," another said angrily. "Fan out and look for her."

The men didn't sound pleasant and Sherry was sure she didn't want to go with them. Which felt odd, because normally she would always do anything for the people from City. City was, after all, the most important place on Empire -- all the important people came from City and she'd been taught her whole life to respect the residents of that fabled place. Not only that, but they were unlike anyone else on Empire -- they were women without breasts or anything else, and what they did have was usually a lot smaller.

But now... she just knew she didn't want to go with them until she found out why. It was a strange feeling -- almost liberating.

She blinked and focused on the situation, scanning to keep track of the five people willy-nilly wandering around, looking for her. Obviously not too professional, she thought to herself -- even the local sheriff knew how to organize a simple search, as she'd done last year looking for bandits or runaways.

Sherry kept still and silent as one drew near. He was peering into the bushes intently and she waited until his eyes lit up to swing out with the butt of her pistol and cold-cock him in the temple, dropping him instantly. She rustled the bush as she caught him and pulled him back, holstering her pistol and checking his rifle -- it was a dart gun. Good -- they wanted her alive.

That was a strange thought there, she thought -- why would anyone want to kill her, especially someone from City?

She pulled up the rifle and, taking expert aim that came from years of taking out the odd rabbit for dinner or prowling coyote, landed a dart in the neck of one of the silhouettes. He stumbled for a bit, gurgling, before dropping with a loud thud.

"Bob?"

Two of the figures rushed towards their fallen comrade. Sherry scanned the area for the fifth -- there he was, hiding near a tree, observing.

Crafty, but not crafty enough. She swung the rifle around, pulled the trigger, and smiled as she watched him drop like a rock.

The two still-conscious figures looked around with alarm after one pulled out the dart in their sleeping friend's neck. They stood back to back moving slowly, fingers no doubt nervously clutching their rifles.

Sherry knew she could see better in the dark than them -- years of watching her herds meant her eyes were keenly developed for seeing in the dark. She silently crept up behind the two and fluidly lobbed a rock towards the opposite side of camp. As it crashed against a tree, the two spun towards the noise.

Taking the opportunity, Sherry jumped up and slammed their heads together with her hands, watching as the two crumpled into a heap -- surprise as much as anything else caused them to faint.

Sherry wasted no time in tying all five to trees -- not too tight, but enough to let them know she meant business.

She shook her head again. She felt like a slight fog was starting to clear in her mind -- like she could think more clearly than ever before. It was a very unusual feeling and left her confused more than anything else.

She took a cupful of cold water from the spring and splashed it on one of the City-dwellers. He woke up spluttering as cold water drenched his hair.

"Wakey-wakey," she said, turning around to stoke the fire. She piled a few logs on it, acting very non-chalant.

"What do you think you're doing?" the man demanded. A large, ugly bruise was forming on his head, where she'd hit him with the pistol.

"How's your head?" Sherry asked him, not bothering to turn around. "I tried not to hit you too hard."

"Why'd you hit me in the first place?" he demanded. "You can't treat us like this!"

"Why not? I can treat you however you want -- and this is how I treat people who try to sneak up on me with guns in the middle of the night, City-dweller or no."

"She's obviously breaking from programming," a new voice said. Sherry looked over to see one of the men she'd shot groggily shaking his head. He saw her looking at him and smiled. "The darts only contained a short-term inhibitor. They last only as long as we need to get you to containment."

"And just why do I need to be contained?" Sherry demanded, standing up. "I haven't broken any laws."

"No, you haven't," Bruised Man replied. "You're just unfortunate. Now untie us and come with us."

"That won't work," Dart Man said wearily. "She's broken conditioning -- look at her. You can tell she doesn't realize what she's done."

"What have I done?" Sherry asked.

"It doesn't matter. Look, just untie us, let us go, and we'll explain everything."

Sherry ignored him and fiddled with the rifle. "So if I press this button here," she said, pointing, "it will add more juice to the dart." She hefted the rifle and aimed it at Dart Man's thigh and pulled the trigger. He went limp immediately.

"I wonder how high a dose you could handle," she said to Bruise Man off-handedly, fiddling with the buttons again. "Hope he wakes up before the coyotes get here -- I usually have to fight a few off to prevent them from getting at the herd, but you're much juicier targets." She smiled at him, hefting the gun, hoping he didn't know as much about this place as she did.

"No! Don't!" he said, eyes wide. "No, listen... you know this whole planet, this whole thing, it was custom built. From the ground up -- everything is designed to look the way it does."

"I've heard that before, but so what? Terraforming is nothing new. And we have pretty good lives -- not too much technology, but enough to get by."

"No, you don't get it. Everything was designed," Bruise Man repeated. He looked at her and she suddenly felt a sinking feeling in her gut. "Everything."

"You mean..."

"David! Shut the fuck up, man! What are you trying to do?"

Sherry whipped the gun around, pointing it at the second Dart Man. "Hey!"

"What does it matter, John? She won't remember any of this anyways," Bruise Man, a. k. a. David, said. "Soon as backup gets here they'll re-condition her."

"Condition me? What are you talking about?"

"David, what the hell are you talking about? Backup? What backup? This is our fuckup, remember?"

A wave of calm spread over Sherry. Her trembling fingers relaxed. She even smiled a little as she fired a dart into the two conscious men, and another two into the unconscious ones.

There was obviously something they didn't want her to know about herself and the other residents of Empire. But Sherry Talen was not the kind of girl to let sleeping dogs lie, and if there was some kind of secret affecting her and her friends, she aimed to find out what they were keeping from them all.

She gathered up the rifles and tossed them into the spring, keeping one rifle and plenty of extra ammo. She readied her horse quickly and rode off into the night, headed for Empire. Her friend Elsa was the owner of the saloon there and that girl was on top of the rumor mill -- if there were secrets to be cracked, Elsa could pry them from someone.

The morning sun was just peeking above the horizon when Sherry finally rode into Empire. Her horse was tired, walking slow, head down. She got off and walked beside it, leaving it untethered next to the saloon, where it eagerly drank from the trough. She made her way silently up the side steps and jimmied the handle of the side-door just right, opening it without a sound -- she'd snuck in here plenty of times early in the morning.

She could hear Elsa in the next room, breathing quietly -- she was along tonight. Good.

Sherry crept up silently and pushed Elsa's shoulder gently. The lanky brunette hardly stirred.

"Elsa!"

"G'way, sleepin. Come back in the mornin'," the sleeping girl mumbled, rolling onto her other side.

Sherry shook Elsa harder. "Wake up!"

The sleeping girl woke and blinked at Sherry. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I was attacked by men from City," she said. "Not tourists, but the other kind."

"Workers? What would workers want with you?" Elsa asked, waking up fully now.

"I don't know, but I intend to find out. They're probably already awake."

"What do you mean, awake?"

"Well, I knocked one out, took his rifle, and shot the rest after finding out what I could," Sherry said.

Elsa stared at her, shocked. "Nobody is allowed to touch Workers or Guests without permission!"

Sherry looked nonplussed. "So?"

"So? So! You just broke the cardinal rule!"

"Why is it a cardinal rule?"

Elsa looked confused. "Because it is. It always has been."

"Elsa, have you ever wondered why we never leave the planet?"

Elsa stared at Sherry like she was crazy.

"Elsa, listen to me. Why don't we ever go see the planets the Guests are from? They come here -- sometimes a lot!" Sherry explained. "How come we don't get to see their planets?"

Elsa looked confused. "I... I don't know. Why would we want to?"

"Well, they think we're interesting," Sherry reasoned. "Why wouldn't we find their worlds interesting?"

"What does this have to do with the Workers you attacked?" Elsa demanded.

"They attacked me first -- I attacked them back," Sherry said. "And nothing -- I was just thinking about it on the ride here."

"You're acting very strangely," Elsa said, leaning back against her headboard. Her blankets slipped down, revealing her full breasts. "What happened to you out there?"

"I don't know," Sherry said, sitting on the bed. "I just feel... free. Like some invisible chain is gone from around my neck." She looked at Elsa, worry creasing her face. "I don't know what's happening, but I intend to find out. Will you help me?"

Elsa paused, then smiled. "Of course. What are friends for?" She grinned and reached out, taking Sherry into a firm hug. "But can it wait until at least noon? I had a late night."

Sherry laughed and hugged back. "Mind if I take a nap with you? I haven't slept all night."

Elsa pulled the covers back and scooted over. "Don't mind the dirt -- you can take a bath in the morning," she said, smiling as Sherry undressed quickly, then slid into the bed next to her.

Sherry fell asleep quickly, exhausted, with her arms wrapped tightly around Elsa.

They slept for several hours, until the sun was high in the sky.

Elsa woke up first, sitting up and yawning, glancing over at Sherry.

What a strange night, she thought. What is happening to her?

They'd been friends for years and were very close -- Sherry would usually spend several nights with Elsa when she was in town. Happy as she was to see her friend, Elsa was still worried.

As shi looked over Sherry's sleeping form, however, she decided worry could wait at least another hour or two.

Slowly sliding the blankets off Sherry's body, Elsa smiled as she reached out to stroke the large shaft laying across the sleeping girl's thighs. Sherry stirred, but didn't wake up as Elsa skillfully teased her erect.

The brunette smiled and leaned over, delicately licking the head of Sherry's erect cock, going slow so as not to wake her. The large head fit nicely into her pert mouth, and she slowly pushed it in, sliding her tongue along the underside of the head as she went.

Her cheeks puffed up as she started to move up and down the fat cock slowly, using her hands to steady it. Sherry groaned a bit, but still slept even as a thin trickle of pre-cum dripped onto Elsa's tongue.

Elsa pushed deep onto Sherry's cock, pushing it deep into the back of her throat. She kneaded the head by swallowing, drinking down some of the thick pre-cum. Her hands started to slide up and down the thick shaft as she bobbed her head up and down.

Sherry moaned again and blinked her eyes, blearily looking down at Elsa. She grinned and flopped her head back, moaning sharply.

"What a wake up call," she said, running her fingers through Elsa's long brown hair.

Elsa winked at her as she bobbed up and down, going faster now that Sherry was awake. Her mouth stretched over the fat cock easily as she went up and down, over and over, stroking with her long fingers as she went. Sherry's cock pumped out more pre-cum as she sucked harder, long hair tickling the other girl's thighs.

Sherry breathed hard, moaning louder now, tensing up as Elsa squeezed her heavy balls. Her cock was rock-hard and throbbing. Elsa sucked it down like a professional -- which she was, and proved more and more by the second.

Sherry moaned again, gasping as she approached orgasm. Elsa sucked harder, alternately kissing and licking the fat head as her hands went to work, jacking off the dickgirl's heavy erection.

Finally, with Elsa's mouth firmly in place around the head of her cock, Sherry let out a cry of pleasure. Her cock spasmed in Elsa' lips, pumping out hot, thick shots of cum. Elsa's mouth bulged and white fluid dripped from the corners of her lips as she gallantly kept up with the flow. Cum dripped from her chin as she sucked and sucked on Sherry's cock, eyes closing as she felt the thick seed travel down her throat.

Sherry's fingers closed around Elsa's head, holding her onto her cock lightly as she bucked her hips involuntarily, moaning lightly. The flow of cum decreased, soon down to nothing more than a dribble. Elsa pulled off and licked her lips, wiping her chin on her arm.

"Delicious as always," she said, smiling. She rested against the other girl, holding her close as they savored the moment. Sherry sighed and kissed Elsa, giggling a little.

They kissed and hugged each other, letting their hands wander, until Elsa wriggled her way between Sherry's legs. She had a raging hard-on and Sherry eagerly encouraged her to put it to use.

Pulling Sherry's legs up and hooking them over her arms, Elsa pushed forward as Sherry reached down to guide the brunette's thick erection into her excited pussy. Sherry moaned heavily as she felt the other girl stretch her out, relaxing as Elsa pushed her knees back towards her chest.

Elsa didn't waste much time, pushing her hips in and out, setting up a fast, hard rhythm. Sherry's fingers clutched the blankets as she moaned and wrapped her legs around Elsa's waist, loving how thick and hard she was fucking her.

It didn't take long for Elsa to cum -- the blowjob turned her on and she never lasted long inside her friend. She arched her back and moaned, grabbing Sherry's ankle's and pushing them away, ensuring she could pound her even harder.

She pushed in deep once and held there for a few seconds before backing out and doing it again, trying to go even deeper. Sherry groaned deeply as she felt the first hot shot of seed splash inside her -- Elsa came hard and fast, screwing herself deep into Sherry, keeping herself there as she came.

Before long, it was over, and they lay together, wet cocks resting against each other's as they kissed each other lightly. Their legs tangled with the sheets as they rested, enjoying themselves.

The sun beamed in through cracks in the window coverings, warming them, as the two naked girls pressed up against each other.

Sherry was first to break the silence. "Have you ever heard of Workers trying to kidnap one of us before?"

"No, I haven't," Elsa said. "That's definitely a first." She kissed Sherry's cheek and rolled out of the bed. Standing up, she pulled a string -- it rang a bell in the help's room, alerting them to start a bath.

Sherry rolled on her side and rested her head in her hand as she watched Elsa, admiring the brunette's heavy cock as it swung back and forth across her thighs. "Well, what do you think I should do?" she asked, eyes still following Elsa's thick half-hard shaft. "I don't have any ideas."

"I don't know... I'm glad you were able to fight those Workers off though," Elsa said. She stopped and turned slowly towards Sherry. "Wait, what did I just say?"

Sherry smiled. "How do you feel?"

Below the city of Nation, another red light started to blink, joining the other. The technician sitting at the control panel looked at the other technician on his right.

"Uh oh."

Finished with their baths, Sherry and Elsa went down to the main floor to eat. The saloon was mostly empty -- it was still early afternoon.

"I don't know what happened, but I think I feel the same as you now," Elsa said. "You're right -- it's like an invisible weight has lifted. I've never felt anything like it."

"It's like seeing a really bright lantern cutting through fog," Sherry said. "My thinking is so much clearer now."

"But what happened? How did it happen to you?" Elsa asked, eating quickly.

"I have no idea. But you know how we always do whatever a Worker or Guest says?"

Elsa nodded. "If a Guest came in right now and wanted to go upstairs, I'd tell him no. And I would never say no."

"Exactly. I mean, I shot Workers!" Sherry grinned. "They had it coming, though -- I think they were out there doing something they shouldn't. One of them said there was no backup coming because they fucked something up."

"Strange." Elsa lapsed into silence as she ate. "How did it happen to me then?" she finally asked.

"The only thing I can think of is that you got it from me," Sherry said.

"When we..."

"Yes."

Elsa thought quietly for another few minutes.

"Sherry?"

"Yes?"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Sherry grinned. "Oh yeah."

Elsa sighed wistfully and glanced around the saloon. There were half a dozen girls like them and one tourist. "I have the strangest urge to travel."

Under the city of Nation, half a dozen technicians screamed at each other. Two more were on phones, frantically calling for support.

As they argued and yelled, one light after another lit up...