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  However the Arian Knights Tribe had no particular carnal desire for females whatsoever. The Arian Knights were all homosexual. In effect whatever their true sexual nature might truly have been when they’d arrived at New Australia Planetary Prison, if they chose to join Arian Knights, they had to abandon any heterosexual inclinations. Arian Knight Society was very ritualistic. Historically, when joining the gang, a new member was paired off with another male who was usually quite older. This person was their “life partner” and they were to learn from him, care for him, sleep with him, and see to his safety and health. When the older partner died, then the younger partner could be “paired” with another man of his choice, or join in with another existing paired couple.

  Matters of confrontation between jealous lovers were therefore quite rare, and the social code of loyalty to one’s “life partner” was strictly enforced. Open sexual relationships most certainly existed, where couples engaged with other couples or single (widowed) males. But it was also quite common for a relationship to be completely non-sexual. Older partners were traditionally referred to as the Adam; and younger partners were referred to as the Eve. Adding additional “Eves” to the relationship was completely acceptable, if the gang leadership approved it. Disputes due to infidelity were settled quite quickly by simply having the Adam publicly whip the Eve with a leather flogger. This sent the message to everyone about what was—and what was not—acceptable. In such a tight close-knit community, it was nearly impossible to cheat on one’s partner. SOMEONE would hear. Everyone would find out. And the offending Eve would be dragged out to the whipping post to be punished by their Adam, once their infidelity had been discovered.

  For that reason, when Earth women were brought back to New Australia and given to the Arian Knights, it may have seemed to be a blessing for the exhausted and terrified women. Having been ravaged likely by the crew and its Pumalar troop complement, they’d be expecting the same thing from their new owners: the bald, pale, shaven and tattooed warriors of the Arian Knights. But soon they’d find themselves being fed and offered a bath instead. The Arian Knights, to their relief (or dismay, depending on the woman) didn’t touch them! On the contrary, the Arian Knights merely let them live freely within their community until they were healthy and strong again. However, once they were all healed up, rested, and well-fed again, the Arian Knights would usually trade them to another tribe for supplies. God help them if the Smilodons purchased them!

  Again… not that some of the women didn’t actually like it with a Pumalar. True, some women really lived quite well in the Smilodon chieftain’s harem. He kept ten to twenty of them at all times, discarding the ones he tired of from time to time. But they had to be REALLY good and really tough to remain under his protection. Homosexual men would have made great partners for Pumalars; but alas the Arian Knights and Smilodons were traditionally bitter rivals; and the chances of an inter-tribal hook-up occurring between a Smilodon and a young virile Arian Knight were slim to none.

  And for that matter too, the Arian Knights didn’t always trade away their women slaves with other tribes either. Some they actually kept! Partly out of compassion for ones they particularly liked; and perhaps mostly because female women were great domestic help. If they liked her cooking, they might just keep her….

  That was really more the exception than the rule, though. Most tribes were species-exclusive and scooped up every new shipload of females from their particular home planets enthusiastically, when it was their turn. The last major exception to this was the Schpleeftkorkii tribe. This tribe was made up of Spleefs, Zorgs, Porkos, Pumalars, AND black African-origin humans. This was the planet’s oldest surviving gang–now-tribe… still observing traditions that went back over fifty years.

  By way of comparison to the Arian Knights, the Schpleeftkorkii tribe scorned all bonding long term relationships of any kind. "Shunned them," might be a better way of putting it. In this tribe, sex—and sexuality—was just another expression of personality and individual contribution to the tribe’s culture. Bizarre sexual rituals and practices developed and evolved over the years which continued to change and be altered from time to time. Not surprisingly, when the Schpleeftkorkii tribe took on female prisoners the experience for a human female especially could be quite nightmarish unless the woman had incredibly imaginative sex fantasies as well as spectacular sexual stamina.

  Solomon oversaw all of this activity and distribution of females for the Schpleeftkorkii tribe, in that he was also their tribal Chieftain. He rather enjoyed it. Yet, over time he felt and recognized the need and longing of the Pumalars within his tribe to try and find Pumalar females. He realized how they really needed their own kind as partners for true fulfillment. Human females just couldn’t handle them, even if some really and truly tried.

  The ships returning just never seemed to have Pumalar females. Pumalar merchant ships simply didn’t have female crew of any kind, by tradition, and Snout rarely raided them anyway. It was far too dangerous doing battle with Pumalar troops in close order combat. The best colonies for raiding, like Frabrak 3… were run by Porkonjii. Space stations were usually populated with only Zorgs and humans. Spleef females? They could be found just about anywhere serving as domestic help or working in light manufacturing. Pumalar females just didn’t seem to travel much. What might be the solution then for his Pumalar tribesmen, he wondered?

  Then one day, the returning Anarchy docked in his loading terminal and he got to meet with his trusted friend Kcsheeech; as well as Captain Snout. Over a mug or two of ale, which had been plundered from an Earth food freighter, they sat up in Solomon’s command center and chatted casually. Technically it was a debriefing, but really Solomon was just interested in hearing about their adventures. True, Solomon had absolutely NO interest in flying on one of those pirate raiders himself. But their stories were always fascinating.

  “I’ve enjoyed your reports today, Kcsheeech and Captain Snout. You’ve impressed everyone with how adept you’ve been at finding food and supplies for our planet while at the same time keeping our location and identity completely secret. I’m deeply grateful to both of you,” said Solomon. Solomon slurred his words a bit from the effects of the ale. “However,” started Solomon now measuring his words. He knew he was tipsy and needed to be careful how he worded his next question.

  “However… in this matter of captured females,” he began… then winced a bit while putting the back of his left hand up to his mouth trying to cover up a belch. “I’ve been amazed at how bringing female Earthers, Zorgs, Porkos, and Spleefs back to our planet has created no major problems of any kind. I would have thought there would be conflicts, jealousies, and even fights over access to the more prized and appealing ones, but alas, the Tribal Confederation was quite wise in setting up a system for distribution. It’s worked out quite well.”

  It had actually been a Pumalar tradition that was copied by the Confederation… divvying up captured females after plundering a captured town or village was part of their military culture. It was much like when pirates hoard all the plunder into one location on board after a successful raid, then the Captain takes his cut and divides the rest among his crew.

  Solomon sighed a moment then asked, “But what about Pumalars? We never get those here. I would like to find Pumalar females for my warriors in Schpleeftkorkii who come from that planet. These human females… they don’t last very long with my tribe.” What Solomon was referring to vaguely, was the Schpleeftkorkii ritual of bringing in a new member to their gang (tribe now) and “sharing” them with everyone. This might go on for days while the different tribal members could enjoy the new member in any which way they pleased until finally the new member was “accepted” into the tribe. It had begun innocently enough years before by having a new prisoner assigned to their section paired off with a different worker for several days then rotated around the tribe until the entire tribe had enjoyed an opportunity to work with them, talk with them, and perhaps get to know them bette
r. This is how Architeuthis and Solomon learned about each other years before and became such great friends, for instance.

  But when females came in, the tradition of “kujua wewe” (getting to know you, in Swahili) sort of devolved into passing around the female throughout the tribe until everyone had gotten to experience them. Some of the females—the human “women” especially—exhausted themselves rather quickly doing that. Then again, many actually flourished. Amazingly enough some of the women captured from Earth vessels and space colonies excelled during their kujua wewe and became inducted into the tribe! They’d be given a new tribal name… painted and decorated from head to toe with designs that referenced their new name.

  Their new name reflected some aspect of their anatomy or their sexual persona that had been commonly recognized by the tribe, like “Gushing Rose”, “Screeching Lioness”, “Dangling Fruit”, “Howling Bitch”, or “Apple Bottom”. Each title was indicative of what could be expected of them or what they offered during community interactions with the males of the tribe. For example, Solomon’s tribal name was Uume Kubwa (the Swahili words for big penis… but it had the dual meaning of referencing his past as a warlord just as much as his endowment).

  Kcsheeech and Snout looked at each other and then back at Solomon grinning. Snout snorted and grunted humorously while letting Kcsheeech answer the Terminal Chief for them. “Chief… if you want Pumalar females-ssss… we actually already have a place in mind where we can get you what you’re asking for. Have you ever heard of a place called… S-ssstar Pussy?”

  Solomon grinned with that kind of inebriated humor one gets from that first glass of beer; and then he chuckled, “It’s called what?” Snout grunted, "Star Pussy, Commander. It's a converted space station, now used as a galactic brothel. Thousands of females…." Then Kscheeech jumped in with, "Yes-sss, let us tell you more."

  In a little more than an hour he’d learned all about the place; and with no hesitation agreed to sending a mission there. One big score on this floating palace; and New Australia could triple or even quadruple its female population….

  Chapter 14:

  Voyage to Star Pussy

  The voyage to Star Pussy would take about three weeks, Kscheeech and Snout estimated; as they readied the Anarchy for departure from the New Australia Terminal Loading Bay. However, they asked Solomon to give them up to three months to return from accomplishing the mission. Things could get dicey, they warned him, as they boarded their ship and prepared to launch….

  One week into the voyage to Star Pussy though, Kscheeech found himself alone in his quarters contemplating the mission he'd been assigned. Alone with his thoughts as he considered the sheer scope of it, he typed out a battle plan on a Zorg-compatible handheld touch screen with long lizard-like claws.

  Basically the general plan was to take off from New Australia with the entire fleet and travel through Deep Space—practically undetected. Stay out of well-traveled interplanetary freight routes, finally appearing again in major shipping lanes in about two weeks (give or take a day). That was the easy part. Eight ships were outfitted for battle, each of them loaded with a full brigade of assault troops in their cargo holds. Two additional cargo ships traveled with the fleet, but would be held in reserve and remain outside of Star Fleet Patrol routes, at the ready to be called in for any necessary emergency extraction.

  If the attack was a failure, and Star Fleet showed up ready to do battle, then the Naustie pirate fleet was to break off and head for New Australia through Deep Space—each ship taking different routes home so to confuse any pursuers.

  If the attack was a success, the two reserve ships were to be called in to dock and extract prisoners. Each could hold over a thousand captives in their hold; which was rather ambitious, but Solomon was serious about achieving a “home run” on this mission, if it was at all possible.

  His overall impression over the past year regarding New Australia had been that the introduction of female slaves into the tribes had been quite good for the planet; and the positive effects were being felt in terms of enriched tribal societies. There’d been improvement in overall health and sanitation. Tribal communities seemed even stronger as well. It certainly led to tidier living conditions and cleanliness; as well as better overall public order.

  This certainly surprised Solomon, in that his first expectation was that tribes would begin fighting with each other over females, especially if long-suppressed rivalries between some historically contentious tribes began to resurface. Solomon just figured this could give hotheaded tribesmen an excuse to return to conflict; and destabilize the productive peace New Australia now enjoyed. Not so, it seemed... the tribes merely resorted to trading females of different species with each other just like any other luxury trade good.

  From the very start… when the very first ship arrived with fifty wide-eyed terrified and quite withered female humans taken during a raid… the Tribal Confederation wisely ordered the peaceful turn-based distribution of captured females which led to a very stable bartering system for supplies using females as an additional trade commodity. Arriving Naustie freighters would unload their plunder, including captured females, and the tribes would send a delegate with a small escort to receive any new slaves when it was their turn. Depending on how appealing the captured females were, they could certainly either offer the slaves to their tribesmen for entertainment—or they might simply trade them with other tribes for necessary supplies. Earther, Porko, and Zorg females were the most commonly captured. However Earther women were the most prevalent by far.

  Kscheeech himself, was actually quite the connoisseur of human females captives; and on board the Anarchy, he most certainly enjoyed them during the long voyages. It delighted him to receive a human female in his private quarters for the first time; led in bound and stripped naked so to practically petrify the captive woman. The poor young lady might have feared the worst when first entering... screaming with terror seeing a menacing looking lizard-like being crouched in the corner hissing when she was brought in (lights down low and red heat lamps driving the temperature into the 90's to replicate his jungle-like homeland back on Zorgolong). But Kscheeech loved Earther women and took extremely good care of them—thrilling them in his quarters for hours and hours when he was off duty.

  Zorgolongians had all evolved from a common ancestor called the Eudibamus. This species of bipedal lizard stood erect and could sprint to hunt down prey. They died out on Earth hundreds of millions of years ago, but on Zorgolong they continued to thrive and evolve and grow over the millennia, until they stood nearly five feet tall. Being able to stand and walk—or run—meant they could elude predators as well as learn how to use simple hand tools to defend themselves and even hunt. They became the dominant species and eventually developed into highly intelligent beings. Not wise, and not even particularly brave, they were nevertheless very clever indeed. Clever enough to eventually rule their own planet….

  The Anarchy now was the flagship of the Naustie fleet, and Snout had been made Admiral. But Snout was still just a ship's captain by nature (mainly just good at commanding a star ship, and delegating the rest). Kscheeech, however, was the sharp-minded First Mate who helped his Admiral with quick decision making and the avoidance of dangerous situations. That’s what Snout liked about him. Pirates throughout history knew they could only stay alive as long as they avoided direct confrontation with naval fleets or heavily armed defenders. Kscheeech had the right instincts for that, as well as avoiding detection by Star Fleet of the location of his home base. And that’s what Solomon liked best about him.

  Slarts had not been used as crew on the actual ships, and the crews likely could have used their brilliant minds for mathematical calculations and devising probabilities for interception by Star Fleet. Yet the crew didn't mind in the least, because they had Kscheeech. He didn't know much about math, but he most certainly could smell an ambush before anyone else could. Snout trusted him implicitly; and so did the crew.

 
; For this mission, each of the eight assault ships in the fleet, including the Anarchy, had been stripped of most all their cargo in their holds; to make room for troops. A full brigade was packed into each, but there was room enough for them to train and work on getting into a high level of fitness and battle-readiness. They'd need it, Kscheeech assured Admiral Snout. Star Pussy was indeed a more formidable target than any of them had faced as of yet: Larger defense force, in a more concentrated area, and on top of that, this attack would be occurring in space, not on a planet surface.

  As he sat in his quarters on a fluffy bed made of simulated jungle leaves, Kscheeech took a break from typing on his handheld and watched a recorded broadcast from the IPN network on his giant room video monitor. The recordings of broadcasts had been stored in the ship’s computer for Kscheeech to study during the voyage. There was a lot he could learn from them (news broadcasts about pirates, reports about distant colonies in space that made for good raiding targets…things like that). IPN network actually even had a Star Pussy Channel, which transmitted right from the converted space station itself. From this channel, Kscheeech was able to download recorded shows that he could watch over and over again to study his target objective. How convenient this turned out to be! It was like a general being able to look at a documentary movie made about a fortress he was about to attack.

  He even found a program called "Your Safety on Star Pussy". What a show this was—it even made him chuckle a bit at the sheer irony of what he was seeing. Maps, diagrams of the station, animated cutaways showing locations of police stations, patrol routes for police patrols, shuttle vehicle security and emergency call stations, response procedures for riots or "disruptions of the peace"—it even had a map of the police headquarters. Even had an interview with the damn Chief of Police!

  So much great information. It gradually gave Kscheeech the idea for his attack and he planned it all out to the most minor detail after the recorded broadcast ended. For the next hour, the ideas flowed….