THE TRIAL
REVIVING LT. SAMUEL WALKER
CONTAINMENT POD 4
GALACTIC PRISON S8
(Gemesin arm of the Nannan Galaxy)
Lt. Samuel Walker had been suspended for two weeks. Thick, pink liquid emptied from a drain at the base of his containment pod. As soon as the goo was below his chest, he woke in a start, coughing up pink globs. Two rings of dim light illuminated above and below him in the chamber. After a long suspension, even this faint light was enough to be blinding, but his immediate reflex to cover his face was thwarted. Hovershackles. His hands were locked above his head, and his ankles were contained in a matching pair below. His eyes watered, responding to the cold air entering from above him. The salty drops cleared the containment goop from his eyes, which slowly adjusted after-what seemed to him to have been-an indeterminable amount of sleep.
"Commencing the trial of Lt. Samuel Walker captured on Su'en two weeks ago."
The half of the round pod directly facing Sam illuminated. Sam squinted to make out a video feed, his vision dissolving from undulating streams of blurred rainbows and halos into a crisp vision of a vast candle-lit tent. Amidst ornately woven pillows and throws sat Cin.
"Bastard."
"Sam, Sam. Be polite. I know you are hardly capable of it but have a little respect for the preceding." Cin wore a bemused look on his face. His horns were etched with an elaborate design, his manner relaxed, confident. He snorted-it shook the giant gold ring in his nostrils.
The Coalition had been in a protracted war with the Nannan for eight annum and had recently taken the upper hand, decimating Nannan forces in the battle for Su'en. This is where Lt. Walker, a rising star of a military strategist with an ego to match, had been captured while engrossed in a premature moment of celebration in a Su'enese brothel.
"Who double-crossed me?" Sam tried to remember his capture, but only recalled dim light, wine, and welcoming breasts (all purchased with the spoils of victory).
"It could have very well been the Nannan prostitutes you were laying with during our raid-but does it even matter? You are here now. I'm happy to see you well and so vivacious after your two week rest." Cin laughed.
"I never sleep with Nannan dogs" This of course was a lie. He had slept with many Nannan women, their firm curves and soft features made them his favorite lay inside the Five Galaxies. He especially liked taking them from behind while grasping their horns like handlebars. They were much better looking than the hulking, "bull-in-a-loin-cloth" laying before him "So Cin, do you perform every trial from your bedchamber?"
"Enough of your prattle." The node installed in the center of Sam's forehead, just above his eyebrows, engaged, shooting pain between his temples. His teeth gritted closed.
Bastard.
"Read the charges." Cin spoke to a presence off screen.
"Lt. Samuel Walker is held for mass murder of tens-of-thousands of Nannan and innumerable crimes against the Galactic Order. The Court finds him guilty."
Some trial.
Cin flicked an ear and nodded, turning to the feed. "We have a verdict! Let's move to sentencing." The embed disengaged.
Sam made circles with his lower jaw. "Fuck you."
"Fuck me. Fuck. Me!" Cin laughed one of those over-long, false laughs one reserves for when their enemy is completely in their grasp. "I do love the irony of that statement, Sam. I appreciate your spirit. Fuck me, indeed!"
Sam pulled at the shackles. They held in place, unmoving. "Laugh it up." Sam wanted to get this over with so he could stop talking to this asshole. "So sentencingโwhat are you going to do, the usual? Feed me to a Xor in the fighting pits at Anthar?"
"Now, Sam. I'm a bit more civilized than you give me credit for; I don't see why there needs to be any more killing, especially after all the Nannans you've murdered. No, on the contrary, I'm going to let you live. Your sentence will be to make a choice."
What kind of trick is this? Sam held his tongue. He didn't want to seem pulled in to Cin's bullshit.
"Your choice: Freedom or to join Nannan."
Sam wanted to present his own over-long laugh, the thought of ever joining Nannan being absolutely ridiculous to him. Still, he would prefer fighting a Xor to Cin granting him freedom. "Join Nannan?" He spit at the feed. The saliva rolled down the pod, leaving an indented trail through the video of Cin's chamber. Cin ignored the insult and continued.
"If you pick freedom, you are free to go. We'll process you and give you your uniform back-nudity doesn't flatter you after all and I'm unsure how you ever pleased a Nannan female with such a body-then we'll send you home on a diplomatic vessel before evening."
What was Cin up to? Sam felt it best to not ask questions. "Fine, then. I pick freedom. Unshackle me, let me be off."
"Hold on, Sam. At least let me explain the other option."
"Join Nannan? Should I spit again? I'd never stand with your army. Or aid you. Or abet you. I'd assume die wi-"
Cin scoffed. "Hold on there, Sam. No one said you would be in our ranks. You have been a scourge on us-which makes you unfit to ever stand next to Nannan soldiers. The brass would never allow it. The soldiers would kill you in your sleep. While we would, of course, welcome any Coalition secrets or strategies, we do not need the likes of you in our army. However, you can support us in a different way."
Usually Sam wouldn't be offended at Nannan garbage, but he fancied himself a deft commander, worthy of generalship in any army. He seethed at his enemy's lack of respect. "Different way?"
"Sam, you have killed countless Nannan women and children. In my eyes, you have a responsibility to help us replenish our numbers. Which is why I am offering you concubinage-the profound honor of becoming a breeding heifer in my harem."
Sam went limp in his shackles and burst into unbridled laughter. Cin continued over the guffaws.
"You will have all the privileges of Nannan court life, you will be well-clothed, well-fed, and have the honor of raising your young to fight against the Coalition. Your body is already teeming with the necessary genomites, all programmed to help you become what you desire."
Genomites? Sam had noticed a metallic taste in his mouth. "So there's a catch."
"There is no catch whatsoever. You will simply take on the fate you desire."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Well, thank you greatly for the opportunity, Cin! As much as I would be honored to be the mother of your children-you sick, sick Nannan freak-I'm afraid I desire freedom. Release me."
"Patience, Sam. Patience." Cin stood to his feet. "I'm not done presenting the offer. I think it would be best if you made an informed decision. Shasi! Enter!"
The long tapestry covering the back wall of Cin's chamber folded back and in walked a buxom Nannan female. Sam took in the familiar form. Nannan women were not much different from a human female, thicker where it counted and blanketed with invitingly soft fur. Shasi's was creamy white except for a brown spot rounding the base of her tail. She had shapely legs and a perfectly plump ass that giggled firmly as she navigated the blankets and pillows. The base of her tale was wrapped in gold ornamental jewelry, emblazoned with jewels. Sam had found Nannan breasts to be the most large and inviting in the Five Galaxies. Shasi's were no different. Even when captive in a chilly containment pod, Sam's mind broke away, imagining the fun of rolling her tits in his hands and playing with her nipples. They were enormous, larger than the melons of Hopir for sure-their diameter wrapped tightly in a red bra, cut with black lines which only helped to emphasize the roundness of the two billowing orbs. Sam could see the hints of her large nipples poking violently at the fabric from underneath. Her panties matched. He could make out the slightest hint of white fur poking from underneath; he bet it was in the shape of a diamond? Or a teardrop? At brothels he always loved to unwrap a Nani and find out. Each girl's fur pattern was distinct, their own.
Shasi's face was arresting-large brown eyes with long eyelashes, a cute nose accentuated with a small golden ring, and plump lips which could...oh the dirty things they could do! Horns poked from each side of her forehead, much smaller than Cin's. Her hair rested around them, pulled up in a sultry bun, the characteristic hairstyle of Nannan women. Nannan women! Sultry, buxom, galactic librarians with slight cow-like features and a tail you could pull on. Sam bit his bottom lip. Shasi looked up demurely at the camera, a cute smile crossed her lips.
"Hi, Sam." she said. Such a lovely voice.
"Hey, sexy."