“Let me guess,” laughed the Akkadian President, “she’s your wife now.”
“No,” said Manuel.
“She’s passed away?” said President Kaminski, knowing that the invasion of Paolo happened two thousand years ago by their time.
“No,” laughed Manuel, “she became my sister-in-law.”
“But I thought…” began Barry Chambers.
“So did I,” said Manuel, “but nope! No, she caught my ass for another reason. I was thrown in a compound with other captured mutants that the Bellasarian women had absolutely no intention of giving back, generally men and children, and then she went on about her business. Yes, mutant women were taken too, but they were kept separate for the most part and would be given the option of coming to Bellasaria or staying on Earth…at least that was the original plan. The mutant Bellasarian men already had too many women back home to handle as it was and the women didn’t want any more competition.”
“I know a lot of human women were taken to Bellasaria in that war,” said Barry Chambers. “None of them were returned when the war was over either. Actually, no one taken to the mutant world was, mutant or human. We had expected that at least the humans would be freed.”
“The Bellasarian women made certain that any male mutant warrior who thoughtlessly collared a pretty human girl didn’t get to keep her,” said Manuel. “However, human Bellasarians warriors could take any such spoils home without reproach providing they were not brutalized. Human Bellasarian female warriors took human boys as well,” laughed Manuel, “but not nearly as many. Also, Bellasaris decided to make an example of Paolo so the human world would see what comes of crossing her. That’s why none of the human prisoners taken to Bellasaria were returned, but again, most of them were women. Most of the male humans were held on Earth and left on Earth safe and sound when the Bellasarians withdrew and returned home. As for us mutant Earthmen taken captive, unless you were old and decrepit, there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of those women setting you free on Earth.”
“What was it like?” asked King Roc, thinking about what the Mavie and Barratians did to captives of the opposite sex.
“We were treated very decently by the Bellasarians despite our fighting against them. And my collar had my captor’s name on it, so I was officially off limits to any other female warriors. Not long after the capital city was sacked, General Brent began pulling his warriors out of Paolo with all their spoils, including the captured President Garcia and his family. Garcia was taken to Bain first I think to be paraded before the people there, and then to Bellasaria. But the captives of my compound, and similar ones, were put on transports and teleported to Bellasaria directly. That’s when the big blond girl and a pack of her kin came to claim me. They dumped my butt in an air-car along with a shitload of plunder from Paolo. Then, along with a number of other Bellasarians and their prisoners, they headed straight for her village. That’s where I found out that she hadn’t taken me for herself, but as a gift for someone else.”
******
2000 Years Earlier, Zani
Province, Bellasaria, South of Gath
Chieftess Zanae, head of the Zani Clan, was a tall dark complexioned black woman with curves that seemed to go on forever, and like almost every other Bellasarian mutant woman he’d seen so far, was stunningly beautiful. Manuel had thought the big blond girl was hot, but Zanae knocked her ass to second place quick, fast and in a hurry! The blond girl bowed humbly and motioned to Manuel who was then brought forward.
“My chieftess, I…I have brought you many gifts from the homeworld including this mutant boy. I have tested him in battle myself. He is more than adequate for your needs.”
Zanae’s face didn’t change expression in the slightest as she looked at the gawking youth. Manuel was a medium complexioned black youth from the western coastal region of Paolo where the majority of Afro-Paoloians lived. He was powerfully made and large for his age. Face-wise he wasn’t bad to look at and much to his embarrassment, the big blond girl had made sure to check other areas of his anatomy to be sure that he was truly acceptable. If all was undone and it was discovered he only had a water pistol when a shotgun was expected it would be disastrous. Standing beside Zanae was a giant black Bellasarian warrior who reminded Manuel of his grandfather. The man’s skin was so dark it gave off a bluish sheen, but his features and hazel colored eyes were suggesting some other background in his genes besides the African. The big blond girl and her sisters however, looked 100% white, VERY white. She was milky skinned with blue eyes and full lips. She looked stereotypically like someone from Holland, Sweden or any other of those Central or Northern European places. She stood out as an exact opposite of her chieftess.
“Let me see him,” said Zanae coldly, and Manuel was stripped right on the spot. The big blond girl wasn’t worried. She had covered all her bases. Manuel though, was absolutely mortified, and for many reasons. He was fifteen and surrounded by half-naked or naked women that put the women in his favorite girly magazines back home to shame. It is needless to go into any further explanation of what the effect of that would be on a healthy heterosexual male teenager from Earth. There was a perceptible murmur of approval from many of the surrounding women and at least one of the big blond girl’s kin wondered aloud if they shouldn’t have kept him for themselves. Zanae looked him over carefully, nodded and looked at the black giant who grinned.
“Does he please you, chieftess?” said the blond girl.
“You say this boy is strong, Nancy?” said Zanae. “So how is it you were able to overcome him? If you are stronger than him he will not do.”
“I personally saw him flatten male warriors who were much stronger than I, lady,” said Nancy. “But when I challenged him he forgot to keep his eyes and mind on the business at hand and I used this to my advantage.” The giant black man burst out laughing at this and Zanae grinned, but elbowed the big man who composed himself. Nancy continued. “I dropped him and depowered him before he could gather his wits and…”
“I see, I see,” Zanae chuckled. “We know he likes girls already, eh, my love?” The big black man grinned and nodded. “Hmmm, an Earthborn mutant,” mused Zanae out loud.
“Does he please you, chieftess?” said the now nervous blond girl once again.
“He pleases me,” said the big black woman. “My daughters may be another story though. Then she looked at the big man who nodded. “But we are pleased with the boy,” she said.
Poor Manuel could only speak Spanish at this time. He did know a few words of English, but it wouldn’t have helped even if he was more fluent. The usual Bellasarian accent would not have been a problem for a native English speaker to understand, but these people were speaking a local dialect that would one day become the language spoken by 90% of the Bellasarian population, Americ. Manuel watched the whole exchange only able to guess at what his fate would be or what the Bellasarians were talking about. Originally he thought the white girl with the big tits liked him, but something was going on with the big black woman now. Did she bring him for her? He hoped so. Thinking like an Earthman it made sense to Manuel now. She was white and he was black. Silly of him to think the white girl wanted him for herself. Obviously the black woman was the girl’s superior and she was giving him to her as a gift or for some favor. The huge black man beside her was probably her bodyguard. Yes, that had to be it. Manuel was correct in guessing that he was being given as a gift to the black woman, but wrong in everything else.
“Then can I have your son for my mate?” asked the big blond girl. The older black woman seemed to be thinking it over. The young white girl looked as though she was about to die.
“Go on and say yes,” said the giant black man mentally. “You know you like her!”
“Not so fast, honey!” replied Zanae. “The longer we hold out, the more gifts we’ll get.” Her mate gave her a stern look and she sighed. Zanae looked at Nancy and s
aid verbally, “I give you my blessing, Daughter.” The big white girl jumped to her feet and Manuel gulped as certain parts of her anatomy bounced. The two women then embraced and someone went to fetch Zanae’s son, moments later a very large youth about Manuel’s age and just as big and dark as the man standing with Zanae arrived and the big blond girl jumped into his arms. It was clear even to Manuel that these two had known each other (and in the biblical sense) already, thus proving Manuel’s theory of Nancy not being interested in him because of his color wrong. Zanae and her man then blessed the two and all the girl’s sisters too, one by one, and just like that, they left. The big youth surrounded by the blond girl’s sisters, with her locked onto his arm, leaving Manuel even more confused than ever. Manuel had no idea that under Bellasarian law, due to the shortage of men, marrying one sister meant marrying them all. He had also noticed that the big youth looked almost exactly like the black giant. It was now obvious that this man was not the chieftesses bodyguard, but her mate. Manuel was becoming increasingly apprehensive. If that was true, what did they want him for?
******
“I tell you I was scared shitless!” laughed Manuel. “Mother Zanae and Papa Milton took my ass inside their house and plopped me down in a large bathroom. Some human servant girls came in and I was washed thoroughly everywhere and dressed in a loincloth. I was then taken to another room in the house. One of the girls sternly indicated that I should stay put, but then grinned and the others giggled as they left. Me? I didn’t dare move! I was just a kid. And wearing the inhibitor collar I would never be able to fight my way out of there anyway. It really was scary. I didn’t know if they were preparing to sacrifice me, enslave me or what! Then they brought food and drink out for me and I relaxed a little. Papa Milton came in and tried to make me feel at ease, but I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. That old rascal! He and Mother Zanae were having a good time at my expense! I didn’t realize it until later, but he could have conversed easily with me by using telepathy. But instead he let me sweat, not knowing what was going to happen to me. Still, even then I was taking a liking to the guy. After a little bit, he left and came back with Mother Zanae and three of the hottest black girls I’d ever seen in my life! All shaped just like their mother! They looked me over and then talked amongst themselves. One of the servants who bathed me whispered something into one of the girl’s ear and she giggled. They talked some more and seemed to reach an agreement. Mother Zanae smiled, turned off my collar and Papa Milton gave me a wink. Then they left me alone with the girls. And well…After they left…” Elder Manuel chuckled and said, “Sorry, after all these years I still can’t talk about it without blushing!” The men began laughing at this.
“Just like that, you’re married!” laughed an Arab ambassador.
“Not exactly,” said Manuel. “That was just the test to see what I was made of. If I sucked in the sack or wasn’t strong and durable enough to take the riding, they would have sent me back to where the other newcomers were being processed to be given to some common girl. And that would have been that. I guess I passed the test though, because not only was I not sent back, they wouldn’t let me out of their sight for an instant. Every night they made sure I fell asleep exhausted too! Mind you, I had NO intention of running away now, but they weren’t taking any chances!” There was much laughter at this.
“So how are your wives now?” asked a man.
“Well, only one actually bonded with me. In the centuries that followed, the other two bonded with other men and you know what that meant. It’s a good thing too! I’m not as strong has Cato and his folks!” There was laughter at this. “But we were all still close, and I have children with them and many, many descendants. Sadly, one of my former wives died a few centuries ago. We all don’t age the same I’m afraid.”
“And what happened to the big blond girl that caught you in the first place,” said a man.
Manuel chuckled and said, “She and her sisters wasted no time in making babies with Chieftess Zanae’s son, Rayden, and thus cemented their ties to the Zani Clan. Actually, her direct descendant is here today.”
“Really?” asked a man.
“Yes,” said Manuel. “As a matter of fact, you were even talking to her earlier.”
“I was?” said the man.
“Yes,” said Manuel. “She was the big oriental woman with reddish brown hair you were drooling over at dinner. Lady Yu, administrator of Zani City and hereditary vassal of the Zani Clan.”
The diplomat, who was Chinese, gawked. Lady Yu looked in almost every way Asian. Her name was even Chinese. Her skin was very white, the color of fine porcelain. Her hair might have been a clue to Caucasian ancestry, but not really. Many people in the orient had hair this color, but he never would have seen anything black in that woman’s bloodline. She seemed quite Asian. Thinking on it now, her figure was anything BUT Asian…at least not the Asian norm.
Cato chuckled as he saw the expression on Ambassador Zang’s face. “Mutants pay no regards to color or ethnic background here, Ambassador,” he said. “The only truly nonnegotiable matter in choosing a mate is someone bringing home a human. And quite frankly, even that is increasingly becoming less and less of an issue with our common folk. Obviously, someone from a clan with your cultural background recently married into the Van Riebeeck clan. That clan, despite what they may have looked like, had been …well, by an Earthman’s mentality, much mixed already. Of course, new mutant blood from other backgrounds has continued over the generations resulting in the Lady Yu not having any obvious African traits…aside from that ass.” The men laughed. “But her daughter, and heir, just married a mutant that is the same color and background as Lord Shabba over there, so I think the next generation might not look so Chinese.”
The American First Man noticed an incredibly beautiful woman entering the room. She was tall, stacked (of course) and carried herself like a queen. She came before Lord Cato and bowed. The two exchanged some pleasantries and then the woman and her attendants took their place among the others. None of the men protested.
“Um, excuse me,” said Barry to one of the Bellasarians. “I thought this was a men’s only gathering. Who the hell is that hottie? Is she a lesbian? Is that why no one seems to care that she just crashed the party?” As he said this he noticed the woman wink at a couple of servant girls. One looked suitably uncomfortable at this, while the other giggled and whispered in the other’s ear, who then also giggled, but nonetheless hurried away. To Barry this confirmed his suspicion that the woman was a lesbian. The amused Bellasarian would teach him.
“That is King Regeus of Futaria. He is a Futa man. He is androgynous, like many of the Futanari high nobility, and has all the usual female traits…but also a yard and stones. He is a man.”
“Jesus!” said Barry. “I…I…”
“Liked what you saw,” said the Bellasarian, amused by the human’s shock. “If you like, he might oblige you. You’re not a mutant, but you are a man of high rank. Mutant men are not as picky about a harmless little tumble with humans as mutant females are. And he can function just as well as a woman, albeit without the ability to get pregnant. Still, his queen would not approve. You are human and fragile. And he and his queen are very close friends of the empress’s eldest son and his wife. One way or the other, you might not survive your stay here if you sleep with him.”
“I have no interest in that…man,” said Barry Chambers. “I thought he was a woman and only wondered why she (sigh) he was among us. I now know my mistake! Thank you for your help!”
The Bellasarian man laughed.
As the evening grew late, King Roc approached Elder Manuel as he sat casually drinking. Many of the other men in the room were asleep. Others had been fetched by servants at the behest of their wives or other females leaving the women’s gathering. A man or two even left in the company of another man. It was explained to the Earthmen that gay men had little to comp
lain about in regards to discrimination so long as they behaved like men and took proper mates to continue the bloodlines of their clans. A human homosexual didn’t even have to worry about that. However, many of the men stayed and interacted with one another telling stories about themselves and their families and learning as much as they could from men like Lord Cato and Elder Manuel. King Roc was one of these.
“Excuse me, elder,” said Roc with great respect.
“Ahhh,” said Manuel, “you’re the king of the mountain warriors that has all of these women scared shitless.” Then he chuckled and said, “Sit down, Your Highness. What can I do for you?”
Roc sat down next to Manuel and said, “Elder, I would never have pegged you as one who was once held by women, or indeed, one originally from the homeworld. The name ‘Manuel Zani’ is known even in Barrat. You won great fame in the Akkadian War and your sons have fought for my people against the Mavie. Yet you…I…”
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