Startrek - Ganymede : Episode 2

By Pueros & Erik

Episode 2 – Anthonia

(Stardate 51002.3)

Captain Cox was off-duty and relaxing with Peter in the bed of the cabin they now shared. They had already made love but had decided to indulge in that old fashioned pastime, reading, before succumbing to sleep.

As well as accommodation, Cox and Peter were sharing some equipment, this time the large but light flat screen that rested on their laps as they read. The display was split vertically to reveal the same text in the respective languages of the American starfleet officer and the Adonisian boy. The starship’s computer had finally managed to assimilate the very difficult tongue of the latter into written form, from spoken verbiage and with the practical help of the 13 year-old and his four other rescued friends, renamed Erik, Thor, Ferenk and Keith for easier understanding by their almost inseparable new paramours.

“This is an excellent story,” announced Peter, as he read with one arm wrapped around Cox. “Yes,” responded the happy Captain, who was deeply enraptured by the boy, “I told you that the ‘Harry Potter’ books, although very old, were very good.” However, their critical appraisal of the almost 400 years old literature was brought to an unexpected halt when, with a sudden violent jerk and the flickering of lights and the screen on their laps, the starship shuddered to a stop. The two lovers almost tumbled out of bed as a result.

“What’s up?” the shocked and disturbed Cox managed to ask of the bridge via his com-badge. It was his deputy, Commander Spermsen, currently on the night watch, who answered. “Don’t fully know yet,” the Norwegian replied, “but we seem to have been caught in some form of energy matrix. Sensors did not pick it up and we flew into it as a fly would into a spider’s web.

“I’m dressing and will be on my way to the bridge shortly,” Cox advised. He also enquired, although he already knew what his efficient second-in-command would retort, “Have you asked the others to report to their stations?” “They’re also on their way,” the man from Oslo answered. It was then that the man from Seattle saw that Peter’s face had turned a deadly white. “What’s up?” the Captain asked, for the second time in less than a minute but for a different reason than before, just as he completed his re-attiring. Unfortunately, the still naked boy had no time to reply.

(The planet Anthonia, moments later)

“Welcome to my planet and to your new existence!” announced the young beautiful dark haired and eyed buxom woman, dressed in a very sparse costume that resembled a minuscule black leather bikini with knee-length boots.

Cox looked around and saw that he, Commander Spermsen, Lieutenants Scrotumk and Gonadon and all the Adonisian boys had been beamed to a large hold-like reception area. They were surrounded by female warriors, garbed and aged similarly to the woman who had spoken and heavily armed with what resembled laser guns. The Captain also noticed that neither he nor any of his officers had retained their own phaser weapons, which had presumably been literally spirited away from their possession during transport.

“Who are you and why have you brought us here?” Cox asked, reasonably in the circumstances. The woman who had originally addressed him answered. She seemed to be the leader of the females, a presumption supported by the tiara, of shiny black metal and precious stones, that she alone wore in her hair.

“I am Matriarch A of the planet Anthonia,” the gorgeous young woman with low-cut cleavage declared, “and you are our prisoners.” Cox’s cock hardened, within the tight trousers of his red uniform with black trimmings, at the sight of the female, despite previously hardly having lustful eyes for anything other than young males. However, he regained his composure sufficiently quickly to protest at the revelation that he, his crew and the boys were considered captives. He had barely begun to elaborate his argument when he was rendered senseless by a painful blast from a small weapon held in the queen’s hand.

The tearful Peter was first to the collapsed officer, quickly followed by Spermsen, who began to use his medical skills on the captain. “There was no need to do that,” screamed the young Adonisian, as he cradled Cox’s semi-conscious head in his hands. However, his intensified lachrymation was not purely because of his adult lover’s agonised plight but also as a consequence of realising fully the awful situation he and his new and old friends were now in.

Peter had heard of the almost mythological Anthonians and their webs. He had never come across them before and had not known where in the universe they were located. However, he somehow knew instinctively, when the Ganymede had been brought to a sudden halt, that the starship had been ensnared in one of the dreadful traps of the formidable race of female warriors.

The Anthonians had a sinister reputation. They hated males of any description, reproducing by artificial means. They seemed unafraid of the Nullifians and their allies, who in return respectfully left them alone, the stand-off encouraged by mutual regard for each other’s formidable technological capabilities and prowess at war, and reinforced by an understanding not to interfere in each other’s affairs.

Nevertheless, the Anthonians were happy to trade with outsiders as long as the representatives of other races, whom they were forced to confront in commerce, were feminine. Even those cosmic beings that remained strictly misogynst, regarding females as a lesser under-class, respected this requirement in order to transact business, particularly as the women warriors had access to extremely rare but vital minerals.

The ores were located on planets within the Anthonian solar system and their existence formed one of two reasons why female warriors tolerated males within their empire, which was small only because they had no wish to expand, not being power crazy and being content with what they had.

Male slaves, invariably humanoid in order to retain the uneasy peace with the non-humanoid Nullifians and their allies, were utilised for labour in the mineral mines on the bleak remoter planets of the Anthonian system until they became too unfit to serve, when they were vaporised. However, the prettier of the boy slaves were initially retained on the home planet to act as personal servants until they lost their attractiveness, when mining would also become their occupation.

All male slaves had one physical characteristic in common besides their humanoid features. The Anthonians had them all nullified out of hatred for the genitalia of the other gender. The sale of pubescent organs to the Nullifians was a secondary bonus.

The nullification of the boy servants retained on Anthonia was particularly unpleasant as the female warriors followed traditional rites to accomplish the deed, foregoing the quick, safe and painless technological approach afforded to other males. Peter and his tremulous young friends knew from the stories they had heard that they, as beautiful Adonisians, were all undoubtedly soon destined to feel the sacrificial knife on their unanaesthetised genitalia. The supposition was to prove correct.

For his own protestations, Peter did not receive an agonising and disabling blast from Matriarch A’s weapon as Cox had but instead a smile from the gorgeous sparsely and erotically clad queen. However, the feminine facial expression gave the boy no reassurance but rather sent shivers down his spine, producing goosepimples all over his immaculate nude body. The 13 year-old knew that the grin was not of friendship but of foreboding, a belief confirmed when the monarch advised him “You shall pay dearly for your words!” Nevertheless, the young Adonisian’s uncovered cock twitched in response.

Only Erik amongst the Adonisian boys was dressed in the new uniform provided by the Starfleet crew, as he had been on official night duty with his new lover and, unlike the others, not on unofficial assignment in bed. The newcomer quintet had earlier been reluctant to forego their normal practice of wearing only skimpy briefs but had been persuaded otherwise by being told that such attire was too distracting for their new friends.

The boys had rebelled at wearing the almost total covering provided by Starfleet uniforms and so a compromise was reached. The Ganymede’s replicators produced white, confirming civilian status, tight-fitting shortalls, basically sleeveless t-shirts combined with short shorts to form one garment. Although this clothing was less revealing than skimpy briefs, the cover still enabled the full outline shape of the gorgeous wearers to be appreciated, especially the lustrous curvature that formed their pert bottoms. Distractions for the crew therefore still occurred. Captain Cox subsequently noticed that the on-duty consumption of fluids amongst the adults continued to be considerably greater than before the arrival of the young Adonisians, presumably because of the frequent drying of throats.

Now, however, dry throats were the norm amongst the Ganymede crew for other reasons, and these did not include the obvious physical attractions, even for homosexuals, of the Anthonians. This phenomenon of the gullet had also spread to the Adonisian boys, who appreciated even more the true dangers surrounding the current awful predicament. However, none of the males present had much time for mutual consideration of the situation because Matriarch A now issued some concise commands to her well-disciplined and proficient female warrior cohort and the masculine captives were soon being forcibly ushered away to their different destinies. The still pained and bemused Cox was supported on his way by Spermsen and Gonadon.

As the Starfleet officers were separated from the Adonisian boys, the expressions of worried grief in all pairs of male eyes were clearly perceptible. However, the cause emanated primarily from unselfish concern for their lovers as opposed to fear for their own futures.

(The planet Dominatria, shortly afterwards)

The bound and naked Cox, Spermsen, Scrotumk and Gonadon, still ignorant of their imminent nullification, were being inspected like prize cattle by Anthonian doctors, incongruously called ‘vets’. Despite their predicament, all of the Starfleet officers had wondered at one time or another why they had never yet seen an old unattractive member of this feminine race. The puzzle had been reinforced by the fact that their cocks had become hard whenever they had been in the presence of the scantily clad female warriors, even now at this degrading time.

It was a phenomenon only made worse by the great interest apparently shown by the vets in the Starfleet officers’ genitals. This was particularly true in the case of Gonadon, whose massive Klingon member seemed to impress the females greatly, judging by the amount of conversation and fondling they afforded it.

Windows in the room to which the Starfleet officers had been brought suggested an unpleasant, inhospitable, airless, freezing world outside. Although it was midday, the light from the distant sun only barely illuminated the planet’s barren, dark grey, rocky surface. However, this external environment was to be of little concern to the newcomers, as they would spend, after the detachment and destruction of their genitals and the insertion into their bodies of an obedience microchip, the rest of their lives deep below the surface. Here, they would labour at the rock faces, mining precious minerals, or assist with the ore’s subsequent transportation to, and loading into, waiting spaceship freighters.

Few Anthonians would accompany them into the vast underground network of tunnels, into which air was pumped. Security and discipline were enforced by a system of all pervading cameras, which saw everything, and robots, which were all-powerful supervisors. The latter were assisted in their function by the implanted microchips, which could be activated to induce unparalleled anguish within the bodies of the slaves whenever required. Humanoid life expectancy in the extremely harsh surroundings was about five Earth years. Many terminated their existence earlier through suicide.

The conditions were purposefully harsh. The Anthonians could easily have introduced mining technology that would necessitate little manpower, certainly none that meant enduring any discomfort. However, the female warriors spurned the simple creation of such a set-up, preferring instead to enjoy the pleasure of inflicting so much horror on the hated male gender.

Meanwhile, as the members of the Starfleet crew were being readied for nullification, the trapped Ganymede was about to be boarded by Anthonians for examination. If the starship proved worthy, it would be added to the fleets of spaceships belonging to the fierce female warriors. If the vessel proved inferior to what the women already possessed, it would either be sold or scrapped, depending upon its state of obsolescence.

(The planet Anthonia, same time)

Peter was in the large ritual nullification chamber in Matriarch A’s sumptuous palace. He, like the other four Adonisian newcomers, was to become a menial slave on the Anthonian home world. After the detachment of his genitalia, he would, like his friends, be feminised in order to resemble a girl for his period of service. However, his pubescent sexual organs, unlike those of the adult Starfleet crew but like those of his young compatriots, would not be destroyed after removal but rather sold to the Nullifians.

Peter’s current trepidation at his imminent fate was increased by the fact that his nullification was to be preceded by a penance for his earlier outspoken words in defence of Captain Cox, as if emasculation was not sufficient punishment. His terror was also not assisted by the knowledge that he would lose his sexual organs in the traditional but barbaric and agonising ritual manner, using the knife that had severed the boyhood of thousands of young humanoids previously. Only the subsequent treatment of the terrible wound would be given over to the latest technology, with the repositioning of the urethra and other damage repair being quickly and painlessly undertaken.

Peter had not been redressed after his capture but had been carefully washed, including his insides by means of a discomforting enema, and groomed by a robot, which brooked no disobedience, in readiness to spend a few unpleasant hours in the dark sinister temple-like nullification chamber. He was to be the first of the newly captured Adonisians to be converted for service, the others being scheduled to follow on subsequent days.

The roof, walls and floor of the large cavernous chamber were all built of the same shiny, black, cool marble-like material, with a rectangular plinth of the same substance located in the middle. The latter was flanked on two sides by steep terraces on which many Anthonians sat to watch the imminent spectacle. The whole scene, illuminated, despite the age, by the flickering light of flames from wall torches, was dominated by a huge statue at one of the narrower ends of the shrine, opposite from the large double doors comprising the entrance.

The massive black edifice was of a naked buxom goddess holding severed male genitalia in her outstretched hands. Peter was currently suspended just above the floor by crude chains attached to the stone divinity’s extended arms, in readiness for his preliminary punishment. Afterwards, the boy would be transferred to the plinth for insertion of his own obedience microchip, followed by the ceremonial nullification.

Peter, facing away from the statue so that the many female spectators could see the front of his naked body, sublimely beautiful but unappreciated as such by those present, shivered in fright when he saw Matriarch A approach with a baton-like implement in her right hand. Lieutenant Gonadon would have been very familiar with this type of device, for it not only closely resembled a Klingon pain stick but also served the same function.

It appeared that the Anthonians’ undoubted reverence for their current surroundings did not extend to quiescence because loud banter and cheering now arose, as their Matriarch neared Peter, whose smooth cock had incongruously risen in tandem with the developing noise. The bisexual boy later guiltily surmised that this unwanted shameful reaction had been induced by a mixture of latent sado-masochism and the hetero- element of his inherent sexuality, the latter triggered by the sight of so many lovely scantily clad women.

Matriarch A uttered an incantation, heard only by her imminent victim because of the other noise, before placing the tip of the baton-like implement above the Peter’s left nipple. A little spark then jumped from the device to the boy’s rosy papilla. However, the pain induced by this tiny burst of energy was not comparable to its physical dimensions for the 13 year-old issued a reverberating, acutely distressed shriek and his whole magnificent form contorted in agony, of an intensity not experienced previously.

The surrounding audible raucous accompaniment increased as Matriarch A, after allowing her young victim time for recovery so that he could fully appreciate the next painful delivery, now applied her punishment device to Peter’s other nipple before moving downwards to his navel. However, despite the induced hurt, the boy’s hard penis did not soften but instead began to throb even more, making his engorged cockhead the next easy target. The result was several spurts of white seminal fluid, as the 13 year-old’s body now contorted in a strange mix of both anguish and orgasm, causing him to raise his knees temporarily to the level of his belly in some form of useless genital protective gesture.

Matriarch A, having narrowly managed to avert her body from being despoiled by Peter’s gushing sperm, now waited patiently for the inevitable collapse of the boy’s lithe legs to their former position. After they had done so, she cruelly applied her punishment device to the 13 year-old’s doomed left testicle. After a similar subsequent delay, a tiny spark hit the young Adonisian’s other ball.

By now, Peter’s agonised shrieking had almost made him hoarse, but this did not deter Matriarch A from moving to his delightful rear or the many feminine spectators from continuing their loud chanting and laughter. Nor did it dissuade the queen from using her unoccupied hand to prise apart the boy’s bumcheeks to gain access to his pink sphincter, still tight as if virginal, a usual Adonisian physical trait.

Matriarch A readjusted the setting on her terrible implement to ensure that the energy outburst penetrated fully into Peter’s insides before activating the device, causing the boy to faint whilst more semen poured out of his still-erect cock. When the deeply distressed 13 year-old eventually woke, he found himself strapped, in a very old-fashioned manner but nevertheless immovably, to the cool surface of the black marble-like plinth. His hands were splayed above him to the corners and his legs were similarly separated but above him. They were held in position by means of stirrups in which his knees were resting, as if his now exposed and very vulnerable anus was being presented to receive an enema. However, it was obvious that it had actually been readied for some other undoubtedly unpleasant action.

This assumption soon to be confirmed when a long, thankfully lubricated tube of silvery metal was uncomfortably inserted along the full length of Peter’s rectum by an attendant vet. Despite his tight bondage, the boy’s body jumped when he next felt something happen deep inside him. The insertion of his own obedience microchip was not initially painful but had induced considerable surprise. The genuine hurt came instead when the new attachment to his prostrate was tested by the female doctor. The 13 year-old’s form now truly shuddered within the tight confines of his strapping, as the awful sensations created were even worse than those induced by Matriarch A’s punishment implement, perhaps because the tiny new device had the benefit of an internal location.

Peter was subsequently too stunned to notice that, after the efficacy of the chip had been verified, his legs were removed from the stirrups and his ankles strapped to the bottom corners of the plinth, comprehensively spreadeagling him. However, his revival was quick when Matriarch A now reappeared at his side, sacred nullification knife in hand.

The raucous noise from the many young female spectators suddenly stopped and silence descended over the ritual chamber. Peter’s petrified eyes saw the sharp blade that would imminently unman him flicker in the torchlight. His doomed cock somehow rose again to full throbbing erection in perverse salute.

This time Matriarch A’s incantation could be heard by all as she presented the sacred knife to the bottom base of Peter’s scrotum whilst grasping his vibrating penis in her unoccupied hand. Two female acolytes then materialised holding small black dishes, one to contain the severed organs and the other to collect the semen that would undoubtedly still emerge from the doomed cockhead during the nullification process, despite the boy victim’s recent pair of orgasms. The sperm would be used later for purposes of Anthonian reproduction, where all successful fertilisations were engineered to be of the feminine gender.

Peter felt the cruel blade rest against his tender scrotal skin but bravely refrained from begging for mercy, as he knew that it would be useless. The inevitable cum then flowed fountain-like, to be gathered efficiently in her bowl by one of the acolytes, whilst the boy again screamed, this time as the knife carefully and remorselessly carved its way agonisingly through the underside of his smooth ball sac. The 13 year-old was later amazed that he did not faint, even after being shown his severed genitals resting in their own waiting bowl.

Then JESSE arrived.

“I thought that you’d never get here!” declared Peter with a smile, forced despite his genital anguish.

(Starship Ganymede, shortly afterwards)

“Oh, Peter,” Spermsen declared, with appropriate humorous irony, “not again!”

The Commander, who combined both the medical and science officer posts, was examining the boy’s detached genitalia before once again performing the operation that would return the organs to their rightful location and previous splendour.

(Stardate 51002.4)

Captain Cox was once more off-duty and relaxing with Peter in the bed of the cabin they now shared. They had made love yet again and had decided to return to that old fashioned pastime, reading, before succumbing to sleep, the literary pursuit having been so annoyingly disturbed earlier when the Ganymede had become entrapped in the Anthonians’ web. However, they first indulged in further recollection of their experiences with the female warriors.

“Strange,” suggested Peter, “that for all their advanced technology, the Anthonians did not detect JESSE’s existence when they scanned the Ganymede before beaming the rest of us to their planet, thereby allowing him eventually to extricate the ship from their web, although it took even him a long time to do it.” “It’s actually not so strange,” Cox replied, “as the android’s highly advanced protective systems allowed him to be invisible to their probes.”

“I’m just sorry,” Cox continued, “that JESSE’s rescues of us from Dominatria and you from Anthonia weren’t in time to save you from the terrors of that awful punishment and nullification. I’m also sad that we couldn’t do anything more for the other poor humanoids on the various mining planets but our android friend’s capabilities, remarkable though they are, were stretched to the full in just securing our successful salvation.”

“I don’t think I’ve yet told you the full tale behind our rescues. Did you know that JESSE arrived just in time to save the genitals of Gonadon, who was the first of the crew to be scheduled for emasculation? After he had secured our deliverance from the dreadful medical facility on the surface of Dominatria and returned us to the Ganymede, the ship, still partially malfunctioning because of the after-effects of entrapment in the web, then only just eluded the many chasing vessels. Luckily, we finally managed to repair the cloaking mechanism in order to achieve safety and make our way furtively to Anthonia, whilst our android friend remotely disabled the obedience microchips before they could be triggered.”

“We all then went quickly in pursuit of each of the still-whole Adonisian boys on Anthonia, not knowing who was who. We had to do so in person because transporter problems meant that we had to attach com-badges to you to bring you to safety. JESSE happened to be allocated to you, alas too late to prevent you from suffering the pain stick and knife. However, he had the nous, whilst keeping the female warriors and their Matriarch at bay with his phaser, to collect both you and your severed genitalia, as you couldn’t be restored to full boyhood without the original organs.”

“You also mightn’t know this, because you were immediately taken to sick bay, but, by the time we returned to the now uncloaked Ganymede, it was quickly trapped anew, on this occasion by a fleet of Anthonian vessels. Fortunately, we were able then to barter our further flight for the return of the women sent originally to inspect our ship, who were captured and imprisoned by our intrepid android friend. However, I doubt that we’ve seen the last of the female warriors.” Peter sadly had to concur with this view.

Later, just before lights were dimmed and sleep overwhelmed the pair of lovers, Peter referred again to the excellence of the ‘Harry Potter’ story he was reading.

“Yes,” observed Cox, “Paolo was indeed one of Earth’s best 21st century authors!”

(To be continued next month in episode 3)