The Angrey Red Planet

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Earth was in peril, a peril it had never faced before. The world Capitals where a buzz the headlines screamed

Earth Threatened by Mysterious Rays from Outer Space.

Date line Monday November 8th 1932. At 12 noon the broadcasts of the radios of the world where taken over by a mysterious force that threatened the world with destruction. Initially the threats where taken as a spoof Like Mr. Wells recent “War of the Worlds” broadcast yet at preciously 12:30 PM a red light streaked from the skies over for Fort Sills Oklahoma and the U.S. Army post was utterly destroyed. At the same Attacks were carried out on the British Royal Navy and in a matter of hours the once great fleet was merely a shadow of its self. France hiding behind the Maginot line, Germany mobilized their Armies, Russia, and Japan were nearly wiped off the face of the earth left as barren waist lands, countless dead. League Of Nations to meet in Paris in three days time. The world holds its breath waiting for their deliberation s as to what the source of this terror was. ​

The Leaders of the major powers on earth could not agree on the course of action to be taken until a brilliant but eccentric Russian Scientist, one of a very few that had escaped the destruction of his home land, Professor Boris Rostov put forth a plan to fly to the planet Mars, the apparent source of these destructive and deadly rays taking the fight to the unknown enemy. He claimed to have a craft capable of making the voyage, and he would need another scientist to aid him and a pilot. Face with little choice the assembled leaders reluctantly agreed to Rostov’s plan. The call went out but their where few takers for what they saw as nothing less than suicide. Finally a Major Bruce "Rip" Talon, U S Army Air Corps volunteered. He was a daring rough and a highly skilled Test pilot. But as of yet no other scientist had come forward for this near suicide mission .

Rostov pensively paced the laboratory he shared with some of the world’s leading theoretical Scientists. These were some of most brilliant men of science but men who dealt with the theoretical only, not there practical application. What Rostov needed was a scientist who was versed in the practical application of science not just unproven theories.

 

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Marcy backed her car out of the drive and headed to the university where she worked. The sun was bright and it was going to be a beautiful day, but she really wasn’t thinking about that. The thing on her mind, and on most people’s mind at the moment, was the rays that had hit Earth and caused so much damage. Well, not only damage, but destruction; totally annihilating countries.

She had spent the previous evening packing a case because she and several other scientists would be spending the next week at the observatory to keep watch of the skies. As excited as she might be about actually seeing something happening from outer space, she also feared the same because it would cause so much more death and destruction.

It took less than an hour to get to the university’s Science faculty parking lot, which was the only one filled. Students and other faculty had been told to stay home since Monday afternoon, until world leaders could decide on what action they would take, if any; not to mention, the fear that it would happen again, and where it would occur.

She walked through empty hallways, passing by areas filled with her co-workers discussing things such as what planet this might have come from, the distance, the power of the rays. She didn’t stop to listen but continued to her office. The phone started ringing before she had a chance to sit down, so she crossed the room quickly and picked it up.

“Marcy Geoff here.”

 

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“Marcy Geoff here.”

“Doctor Geoff?”

The voice seemed to question as if not believing that a woman was the esteemed scientist Doctor Geoff. The crackling static on the long distance trunk line made it hard to hear clearly and it almost sounded that the voice on the other end of the line was assuming that he must be talking to the Doctor’s secretary. It was common for those that did not know Marcy Geoff’s work automatically to assumed Doctor Geoff was a man.

“Doctor Geoff has been asked if he would considered working with professors Einstein of Princeton, Goddard of MIT, and Rostov of Russia on a project of national security.”

The voice on the other end of the line went silent as if waiting for Doctor Geoff’s secretary to run off like a Good Little Girl and tell Geoff that his country needed him.

As the silence on the line continue the disembodied officious voice coughed.

“You still there?..........Well tell Geoff if he is willing, to pack a bag, and meet an Army Air Corp staff car in an hour at his residence.”

There was a note of finality as voice on the other end of the went silent and the click of the receiver as he hung up. Two roads now opened before the young scientist. The first was to remain in the security of the university where she had been a child prodigy earning her doctorate in science at the tender age of 20. The second an opportunity to work with such luminaries as Einstein and Goddard. The choice of which road to take was now hers and hers alone.

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The Staff Sergeant looked at the address for the third time before rapping on the door when a young woman that looked more like a Liberian answered and he knew this must be a mistake. Women where suppose to be mothers, teachers, Liberians, not scientists. When no one else appeared the Staff Sergeant stammered

Doctor Geoff?

It was only when her stunning eyes flared, her hands on her hips, that the Staff Sergeant noticed that far from being a old maid that she was a rather attractive young woman, but there was a determination in those cool eyes that sent an involuntary shudder down his spine. He had to admit she had moxie. His thoughts were disturbed when in a very cool clipped voice the young woman said.

"Lead the way."

With sirens blaring the local police car flanked by an escort of motorcycles sped through the city and to the airport. They pulled up next to a rather beaten and worn B25 Mitchell medium bomber. The cockpit window was slid back and the pilot waved Marcy to climb aboard. Her bag was thorn into a cargo hatch and before she knew what was happening they where air borne and headed for a secret destination. They landed only twice to refuel, and to take care of necessities.Then they where off again. After 12 hours in the air they reached their secluded destination, a small, well camouflaged Army Air Corps air field. A beaten jeep was waiting for Marcy and she was whisked away to a hanger on the far side of the field.

When Marcy was ushered into the hanger the officer accompany her announced

Doctor Geoff………Doctor Marcy Geoff.’

All eyes turned towards her. There was the Theoretical Physicist Einstein, Goddard of MIT was there as well as a stooped little old man with wild white hair bushy eyebrows, and a pointed goatee.

“Miss Geoff I am Professor Rostov.”

It was just at this moment that Major Bruce "Rip" Talon came sauntering.


“Professor would you have your secretary there get me a coffee.”

 

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Marcy’s head whipped around so quickly that her short auburn hair swung away from her shoulders. She leveled a blue-eyed glare at the uniformed man who assumed that, because she was female, she was someone that would fetch and carry at his whim. What she saw made her stop short and gasp. Before her stood the most handsome man she had ever seen. If not for his arrogance, she might have fallen for him right then and there, but she was never one to simply melt at a man’s feet just because he looked good in a uniform or any other piece of clothing they might be wearing.

She cleared her throat and walked over to stand before him, stopping about two feet away so that she wouldn’t have to crane her neck to look him in the face. He was quite tall, and being petite and small, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of having to look down as if she were a child…a female child, at that.

“My secretary didn’t come with me…” she looked at his name tag and rank “Lieutenant Talon.” She smiled when she saw him bristle at the down-grading of his rank. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Professor Geoff, Dr. Geoff…whichever you prefer.”

She didn’t give him a moment to answer before turning back to the three other men who had been watching them quietly.

“Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure to meet each one of you.” She shook hands with each of them, then looked at Professor Rostov, “Perhaps you can tell me why I’ve been requested to come here.” Her words were formal and might have been considered rude, if not for the soft gentle voice.

 

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“Professor would you have your secretary there get me a coffee.”

Marcy head snapped around and her stunning blue eyes gave Major Bruce “Rip" Talon a cold icy blue look.

“My secretary didn’t come with me………Lieutenant Talon.”

Marcy smiled when she saw him bristle at her little jab for this intelligent woman could clearly see his Major’s oak leaves on his collar and the “Maj” on the name tab on his leather flight jacket .

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Professor Geoff, Dr. Geoff…whichever you prefer.”

She regally turned her back on him as she continued her conversation with Professors Goddard, Einstein and Rostov.

“Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure to meet each one of you. Perhaps you can tell me why I’ve been requested to come here.”

While Rostov explained that she had been invited to join their team because she had an extensive background in applied physics, and mechanical and chemical engineering. They did not tell Marcy she was their last hope to complete the team.

Major “Rip” Talon saw that wide eyed schoolgirl look in those same icy blue eyes as she had come to him and yet the tone of her voice the way she held her body one thought came to mind “Ice Princess” and the last thing in the world he was looking for was a dowdy little “Ice Princess”. Besides there was a cute little Army nurse at the officers club that would be more than willing to keep him warm.

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The next two weeks where a flurry of activity. Professor Einstein explained that he believed time could be folded and by that means the intrepid space travels should be able to reach Mars in a matter of hours instead of years if conventional means of acceleration and trajectory were used and in plenty of time to complete their reconnaissance mission. Dr. Goddard was busy designing the queller engine that would power the craft. As for Major Bruce Talon, he made several half hearted passes at Marcy, more out of habit than anything else and to sooth his ego. He was charming, and told her to call him “Rip “. He apologized for his rudeness on their first meeting. “Rip” had an infectious boyish charm that made it hard to stay angry with him for very long.

One day during the morning meeting a general from the U.S. Army Air Corps came in to inform those working on project “X” that the flight crew had been selected.

“Gentlemen, and Miss Geoff the crew of our rocket has been selected. Army Air Corps Major Bruce Talon will be the Pilot, Professor Boris Rostov of Russia will be the engineering officer, and Miss Marcy Geoff will be the Science Officer.

“Your Mission will be to get to Mars, see what we are up against, and destroy their ray beam weapon if possible.”

The General paused as the room was buzzing with excitement.

“The space ship will be ready for launch by noon tomorrow. Good luck and God’s speed to you. The world is depending on you three.”

There was little time for congratulations as the three where now fitted with the space suits for the mission. They were fabricated from leather and vinyl, and form fitting. When Rostov saw Marcy blush at the fit he merely smiled .


”Miss Geoff it is to protect you from the forces of the launch and time travel.”

Rip however gave her a thumbs up and that boyish smile of his.

“ Very Nice Marcy, and quite fetching in fact.”

He paused and then became serious.

”Are you sure you want to do this Marcy the chances of us getting back are rather slim you know.”

 

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Marcy could feel her face heat up as she heard Rip’s comment. Never before had she worn anything so form-fitting; she preferred her clothing to be loose and cover her modestly, unlike some of the young ladies she had gone to school with. She knew that she wasn’t much to look at, so to hear him tease her and say that she looked ‘fetching’ embarrassed her more than the clothing did.

She looked into the mirror and saw that the trousers hugged her bottom snuggly, barely giving her room to walk or sit while the top curved around her breasts. They weren’t overly large, she thought. She knew that the filled her hand though, and maybe someone’s hands as big as Rip’s if it ever happened that she married.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Rip? The chances of you finding a date up there to keep you warm are rather slim you know.” She immediately regretted the barb, but didn’t like how everyone treated her as if she were some precious jewel to be cared for carefully. She was just as smart as he was, just as ambitious, and just as capable. Ignoring him, she turned to Professor Rostov and smiled, “I’m sure that it will work perfectly. Do we wear them the entire mission, then?”

The rest of the afternoon was spent going over the details of the take off and flight, and Marcy didn’t have time to think further on what she would be wearing. It was far more important to take note of what Professor Einstein was saying about the time travel and how it would ensure that they were not spending too much time in space.

Above all, the one thing that had not been asked was, how do they return?

 

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“Are you sure you want to do this, Rip? The chances of you finding a date up there to keep you warm are rather slim you know.”

Marcy had thrown back his own question in his face, those stunning azure blue eyes flaring with anger as she spoke. Once more Marcy turned on her heel as she turned her attention to Professor Rostov.

“I’m sure that it will work perfectly. Do we wear them the entire mission, then?”

“Yes Miss Geoff at least until we determine if the Martian atmosphere will support human life. The leather and vinyl flight suit is for the protection of the body in compensating for the gravitational force of the initial launch. If my calculations are correct during our launch our bodies will be subjected to four to six times the force of gravity as well as for protection against solar radiation seeing there will be no atmosphere to filter out it harmful effects.”


Dr Rostov drew from the locker a suit of very finely worked material that promised to be as form fitting as the scandalous flight suit and equally reveling of Marcy’s feminine charms. In fact not only had Rip recognized how fetching she was but almost every male eye in the area had noticed as well.

“The fabric has been special develop to incorporate the protection of a lead shielding but without the weight or possible toxic effects and will be worn under our flight suits for added protection.”

The rest of the day was spent making final preparations. The one thing that had not been asked was, how do they return, almost as if no one believe that the intrepid adventures really would.

Late that afternoon Rip sauntered over to Marcy, casually lounging on her desk as she reviewed some calculations she had been working on.

“I must say you where rather attractive in that flight suit today Marcy, I was wondering if you would like to go out for dinner, last night on earth and all.”

Rips almost seemed to blush as he spoke. He was the only one on the project that called her by her first name. Rostov always called her Miss Geoff probably feeling the term Comrade might be a bit too much for the young American. The other scientists would simple say Geoff as if by not using a first name or "MISS" they could pretend she was a man.

“If dinner doesn’t appeal to you then we could go to your quarters Marcy and have our own private party…..”

He paused giving her that well practiced “All American Boyish” smile of his .

“…Perhaps a little Kiss to get things started Babe.”


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Kan sat upon the Martian imperial throne, master of all he surveyed. His long marshal robes incasing his body in silken luxury, his Imperial court trembling in fear as the Grand Science Wizard his forehead pressed to the floor pleaded for forbearance.

No imperious One the target you selected has not acknowledged your ultimatum and we will not be in position to conquer them for another two weeks. The production of the “Z” mineral from the mines of Cobalt have fallen off as many of the slaves have died.

“General Ping take this fool away and send him to the mines at least there as a slave he may be of some use to me.”

The Science Wizard pleaded for another chance but Kan dismissed his pleas with an imperious wave of his hand. Let the fool slave in the mines for a few days and then perhaps he would be more successful in carrying out his master’s wishes. He then turned his dark golden soulless eyes on the fair-haired Princess of Aborial and gave the chain attached to her slave collar a tug. The nearly naked beauty cringed as the collar tightened around her slender neck. Her supple charms where covered by but three scraps of gossamer cloth.

“Amuse me my pet.”

Tears slid down her cheeks as she rose to her knees and removed what little clothing she had been allowed her eyes sought her beloved who Kan’s daughter Lue Chin was flogging. The lover’s eyes met for a moment before the Fair haired beauty dropped to her hands and knees offering her body to Kan.

 

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“I must say you where rather attractive in that flight suit today Marcy, I was wondering if you would like to go out for dinner, last night on earth and all.”

Marcy looked up from the papers she was working on when she heard Rip start to speak. She sat up and, even though she was blushing at his remark about the flight suit, she was getting ready to accept his dinner invitation. Surely there’d be nothing wrong with one dinner, since they would be spending a lot of time together on the mission anyway. Might as well get used to each other.

In the next breath, he ruined any desire to be friendly that she was feeling at the moment.

“If dinner doesn’t appeal to you then we could go to your quarters Marcy and have our own private party…..”

He paused giving her that well practiced “All American Boyish” smile of his .

“…Perhaps a little Kiss to get things started Babe.”

Babe? BABE? She wanted to through a book at him! She hated when he teased her and acted like she was cute or sexy like other women! She knew that she wasn’t anything like the other women he took to dinner, or … or… kissed ‘to get things started’. It was worse to be treated this way than to never be acknowledged as a woman instead of a man around here, or to even be called ‘doctor’ when she had earned that right! He must be desperate enough to want someone like me instead of all the other attractive women around here tonight.

Marcy stood up in front of her desk, her voice like a glacier as she responded to Rip, “I wouldn’t have minded going to dinner with you, Rip, if you didn’t start acting like I was going to be the entrée. Why can’t you just be decent and ask a girl out without all the innuendo for other activities? I may not be attractive, and you don’t have to pretend that I am, but don’t treat me like an empty-headed piece of fluff, either.”

With that, she stormed off out of the hanger and went to the bathroom where she put cool water on her face to calm herself. Men. Especially that one! He was arrogant when he thought he was charming. What was worse, she’d have to deal with him for as long as this mission took. Locked in a small area with Rip.

She scowled at herself in the mirror before leaning close to rub a finger over her eyebrow, then stood back and took a good look at herself. She wasn’t tall like other women who modeled in the department stores downtown, or who filled the screens at the theaters. And, her hair was a boring color that was neither red not brown. She wasn’t even like the women at the clubs who danced all night with the soldiers on base, who laughed and had a good time; those soldiers never gave her a second look.

Mousy Marcy was all that she’d ever be.

 

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“I wouldn’t have minded going to dinner with you, Rip, if you didn’t start acting like I was going to be the entrée. Why can’t you just be decent and ask a girl out without all the innuendo for other activities? I may not be attractive, and you don’t have to pretend that I am, but don’t treat me like an empty-headed piece of fluff, either.”

The night was clear and the remote location of the Air Corps field meant there was no back ground lighting to dim the stars or their beauty. The moon cast its pale light on the placid waters of the high mountain lake. Professor Rostov saw Marcy standing at the end of the jetty her shoulders arched against the freshening breeze and her jacket pulled round her shoulder.

“Miss Geoff I thought you would be Officer’s club with Major Talon he seems quite irresistible to the young Nurses.”

There was just a hint of sarcasm in his heavily accented voice. Then his voice took on a more serious parental tone.

“Marcy why do you always dress so sever, try to hide your beauty my dear?”

Slowly the old Russian scientist turned his young American colleague to face him his pale blue eyes searching hers. His eyes where kindly, they did not mock her as the others did.

“You wear slacks always, blouse button to neck,…….”

He paused taking her hands in his.

“You dress like man, but my dear Miss Geoff you are young woman and very lovely.”

Rostov kissed her hands and his old eyes smiled into hers.

“You are the most talented scientist in on project that is why I insist you be science officer, your mind brilliant, but you need not fear being beautiful woman.”

Professor Rostov cocked his head at the look of disbelief in Marcy’s eyes and held his tongue. Then abruptly he changed the subject seeing how uncomfortable the young woman was with what he had said

“Tomorrow we take off you know there is a very good chance we will not be able to return to earth.”

All had known the risk the mission entailed but Rostov was the only one who had now dared to mention what they all knew might be their fate, for there was no guarantee that the theories they were about to test would even work and yet it was the world’s only chance.

 

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Marcy heard someone coming from behind her and she wasn’t surprised to hear Professor Rostov’s voice as he spoken gently to her, but what he had said stunned her.

“Marcy, why do you always dress so sever, try to hide your beauty my dear?”

“… you are young woman and very lovely.”

“… you need not fear being a beautiful woman.”

Beautiful? Lovely? Unlike Rip, she knew that he meant it with the utmost respect to her, even though he was wrong…he WAS wrong, right? She couldn’t see herself as being lovely and beautiful. Her father always told her she thought like a boy, and her figure was just as boyish. Well, he didn't add the last part, but she knew it was true.

She put his words from her mind. They certainly didn't matter now. Especially with the last words that he had spoken.

“Yes, I know that it isn’t brought up or talked about, but I do realize that we may not return. I don’t even know if that aspect has been thought out or planned on, but what I do know is this: unless we do something, those rays can strike again at any moment. So, we need to try, at least try, if nothing else.”

They both turned and walked back along the jetty and, saying goodnight, went their separate ways. Marcy walked past the Officer’s Club and stood looking in the windows. They were open and she could hear the music and the laughter as she watched people dancing, and for a moment, she thought about going in and having a drink.

Why not? It’s my last night on Earth and I should at least do that much.

She didn’t bother changing, but listening to Rostov’s voice in her head again, she looked down at her blouse and unbuttoned the top two buttons before walking in.

 

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Rostov could see the disbelief in Marcy’s soft blue eyes, but seemed to take his words at face value. Then the young scientist became more serious.

“Yes, I know that it isn’t brought up or talked about, but I do realize that we may not return. I don’t even know if that aspect has been thought out or planned on, but what I do know is this: unless we do something, those rays can strike again at any moment. So, we need to try, at least try, if nothing else.

Rostov gave Marcy a sad knowing smile, there was no need to say more.

"I'll see you before the launch tomorrow Marcy. I believe that Rip was going to the Officer's club”

When Marcy entered the Officer’s Club several heads turned to see who it was and there was a shocked look from more than one officer and the fact that Doctor Marcy Geoff had undone the top button of her blouse did not go unnoticed either. Rip was snuggled in the corner with a very young Army Air Corps nurse that seemed to be hanging on his every word. He was too busy with the adoring little nurse to bother noticing Marcy. The bartender coughed to catch Marcy’s attention.

“What can I get you Miss Geoff?”

Once more her hard won title of Doctor was pointedly dropped.

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The old Russian spent a restless night, thoughts of what lay ahead troubled him. He was old had lived a long and profitable life. Major Bruce “RIP” Talon was bold, a daredevil type, that lived for danger and he would die one day at the stick of some aircraft he was testing or behind the wheel of his car. But Marcy Geoff, she had her whole life ahead of her, she was so young, he sighed deeply………………………….. But she had made her decision and he would respect that.

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He smiled when he saw Marcy walking across the apron towards the hanger where their experimental space ship waited for them. The MP’s saluted Rip and then the Air Corps ground crew slid back the hanger doors. Were the shimmering stiletto silhouette of the “X-1” waited. It looked like nothing else ever seen on earth, it was pure silver, looking more like a bullet than an aircraft. There were no wings to speak of, just four stabilizing fins at the rear of the space ship. For the first time Rostov and Marcy noticed that the nose bristled with the muzzles of four machine guns.

“An added precaution Professor Rostov just in case our arrival on Mars is not met with open arms.”

Rip was grinning from ear to ear.

“Rip If they can project a death ray across the galaxy do you really think machine guns will be of any help?”

The boyish grin vanished from Rip’s face as he finally realized just what danger they were really in.

Rostov turned to Marcy and he could not help but smile at how her leather flight suit accentuated her charms. He found her wire rimmed glasses rather erotic as well as her tightly bound shimmering auburn hair, her stunning blue eyes so serious and yet sparkling with a girlish excitement.

Ready?

They squeezed into the small hatch with the help of the Air Crops ground crew. Each taking their seats, and pulling the safety harnesses as tight as they could. Rostov in the command seat, Rip at the pilot’s station, and Marcy in the flight engineer’s position .

“Begin count down.”

The disembody voice came over the radio speaker.

10, 9, 8, start engines….

Rostov nodded to Rip and the engines roared to life

7,6,5, ………. Marcy check fuel levels, and generator power…….4,3, 2, 1…….., lift off.

The “X-1” was shaking violently and they had to hold on for dear life despite their harnesses. The pressure was building press down on them 5 times the force of gravity, but instead of the craft being launched into the heavens everything began to become transparent, they could see those standing outside and then their own bodies began to fade, to disappear.

Remember that Professor Einstein said this might happen, a byproduct of the folding of time and space by the Queller time travel engine. Everybody remain in their seats.

Came the reassuring voice of Professor Rostov.


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Science wizard Chung saw the disturbance in the lines of power that flow through the galaxy. The wards of science seemed to dim, then fold in on themselves and flare alarmingly. Suddenly then he saw an object materialize, a strange looking space ship, hurtle towards Mars.

Quick tell Kan the Merciless that there is a space ship approaching and it just appeared out of nowhere. Vector the Robot fighters to intercept and attack, be sure to instruct them to only force the craft down, not destroy it! I must see what magic wards they posse to do such a thing.

Never had anyone been able to get this close to Mars before.


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Slowly the “X-1” began to take solid form again and then a flash of red lightening streaked by.

“We are under attack”

Rip began a series of violent maneuver. The “X-1” four machine guns began their staccato barking. Rip flew like a mad man the “X-1” jinxed, rolled, and rocked through a series of violent maneuvers. He tried every trick he knew, he placed the craft in a steep dive and then rolled out and looped in an attempt to shake the pursing ship. It was like noting he had ever seen or ever had imagined. They were perfect saucers with what appeared to be a gun blister on the top and center of the strange craft, but instead of any gun he had ever seen, they emitted a ray more deadly than any bullet. It sliced seemingly effortlessly through the titanium skin of the “X-1”. The 30 cal. machine gun rounds bounced off the saucers as if they where bb’s. Where there had been one pursuer now there where at least twenty and it soon became apparent that they were doomed, despite Rips skills as a combat pilot. They had been over Mars for less than 10 minutes and already their mission appeared to be a doomed.

Professor we are going down sorry old man I have seemed to have let us down.”

All Rip’s cockiness was gone and his voice was dry, and choked as acrid smoke began to fill the small command deck.

“Marcy lower the landing skids,……… vent the compartment,……. prepare for a crash landing.”

Professor Rostov’s voice was calm and measured

“Rip do you think you can make that clearing to our left?”

Yes I think I can make it

“Good Rip save the ship if you can it is our only hope. If they wanted us dead, we would already be dead. Marcy hang on tight..”

The “X-1” slammed into the surface of Mars, careened madly before finally skidding to a halt. The cabin was filled with smoke and all three of the intrepid adventures were choking on the acrid fumes and smoke, slowly they began to lose consciousness……….


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When they came to they were surrounded by huge men, well over seven feet tall. They looked like Vikings, yet they were dressed like “Robin Hood’s merry men”. They were fair haired with blonde or red beards and they all looked unnervingly similar almost as if they were clones. Each had a sword at his side. When Rip reached for his service revolver, as one they drew their swords. Instead of cold steel the swords glowed with a living force that shimmered and crackled with a deadly force.

“Rip drop the revolver”

Rostov’s voice was a harsh ragged whisper as he coughed out his warning. The weapon slid from Rip’s fingers, even he realized that false bravado would gain them nothing.

One of the attacking saucers hovered and came to rest not more than a hundred feet from the hapless group of earthlings. A ramp slid down and a clanking, metallic horror descended from it. Though it had the build and shape of a man, it was most defiantly a machine, with one glowing red eye in the center of its fore head. That singular glowing eye scanned the three earthlings. A glowing cathode ray tube in the middle of the creatures chest glowed, wavered and then sharpened the image of a creature appeared. As one the men that surrounded Rostov, Marcy and Rip, dropped immediately to one knee.

Emperor Kan

That singular red eye seemed to come to rest on Marcy, then passed on to Professor Rostov and fleetingly to Rip, before returned to Marcy, to studier her in more detail. A mechanical voice devoid of all human emotion, echoed forth from the metal being.

“Bring the woman and the two men to the citadel.”

“NO”

Screamed one of the bearded men and before he could move, a ray shot forth from that single red eye of the metal man cutting him down, nothing left but a smoldering pile of ash..

Kan they are my prisoners.

“Prince Boris your daughter Lynn and her husband are still my…….Ah…….Guests.”

Kan’s threat had its desired effect.

“Turn them over.”

Marcy, Rostov and Rip where herded into the saucer.

“Miss Geoff look at this the technology it is far beyond anything we know.”

Slowly, silently the saucer lifted off, only a soft seductive hum, caressed their sense, so different than the “X-1”, as the craft bore them to the Creature named Kan.

 

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When Marcy put on her flight suit this morning, she took a long look in the mirror trying to see what others saw recently. Yes, it hugged tightly to her body, hugging the curve of her breasts, and her hips. Turning around, she saw how it cupped her bottom and, when she took a few steps away from the mirror, how the suit accentuated the movement. Then, she pinned up her hair, grabbed her glass and her notes, and left the house without another thought toward her looks or her flight suit.

It seemed that in mere seconds they were being ushered into the spacecraft and hurtling through space. It was nothing like what she expected, or any of them she was sure, and just when they seemed to settle in, suddenly rays were being beamed in their direction.

How did they know we were coming? What kind of technology did they have? How far advanced is it? And, just who are they?

It seemed that, within minutes of the attack, they were overcome by smoke and forced to land…and the next thing she was aware of was opening her eyes and finding that they were surrounding by giants. Standing along with Professor Rostov and Rip, she watched with fascination as another craft landed and what seemed to be a robot came forth.

It all happened so quickly. One moment someone shouted “NO” and the next he was gone, nothing but a pile of ash lay in the spot where he had stood. As they were lead away, she looked back at the one called Prince Boris and saw him kneeling with his head bowed, he seemed to be weeping.

Entering the craft, more questions were running through her mind. What did they want with us? What were they, man or monster?

 

[cgraven]

What did they want with us? What were they, man or monster?

"So far advanced. We all knew we could die out here Marcy, did it occur to any of us that we might not die but be enslaved if we failed?"


Professor Rostov said the word Enslave slowly thoughtfully, as if it was a concept that until that very moment he had never considered. He turned to look at Marcy.

“ Miss Geoff any society that can create such technology must be far beyond such barbaric concepts.”

But the words died on his lips as he remembered the barbarity of the Great War that had ragged in Europe, the bloody Revolution in his own country, the cruelty of the Craze’s rule before and the very clear threat that had brought the three adventures to Mars in the first place.

“Yes you may well be correct my dear it will be imperative that we not offend this Kan, when we meet him. We must appear to be emissary from Earth here to negotiate. I believe that may be our only real chance for success.”

It was if the Professor was arguing with himself, trying so very hard to calculate what to do now that their mission seemed to be such a complete failure.

Marcy Geoff could see that Rostov was almost mesmerized by the technology that surrounded him. Besides the instruments one might expect, they also saw strange runes, as if they came from the mystic writings of earth’s own dark pass. It appeared that the science of these people where a mixture of both science and some dark unknown force. It was if Marcy’s rational mind could not even conceive of the concept of magic, or that it could be involved.

The metal creature placed a collar around Rip’s neck, he hardly resisted, it was if all the fight had gone out of him. Then it was Marcy’s turn and the collar clicked shut with a finality that was frightening. Professor Rostov extended his hands to the creature showing that he was willing to place the collar around his own neck. The metallic creature allowed him to do so.

The flight lasted perhaps 20 minutes when an imposing citadel came into view through the view screen. It stood high on a cliff and looked like it came out of some mystical Gothic tale. Saucers, like the ones that had attacked them, seemed to be aggressively patrolling the area.

After they landed the three earthlings where escorted by a dozen metal warriors into a hall that would have done Ganges Klan proud. Again they saw the strange men of the forest, and creatures stranger still. These creatures breath taking, so beautiful they were hard to look upon, they looked like angels with magnificent wings, with an air of self righteous superiority. But the majority of the people where apparently a Serpent and human cross breed, their skin mottled like a snake or lizard, humanoid in form, and apparently hairless. The hall seemed to stretch on forever and a soft excited mummer spread through it as they saw the three earthlings. At the far end on a dais was the serpent-man who they had seen on the cathode ray tube, the Emperor Kan.

“Kneel before Kan the Merciless.”

At the command a shock from the collars that encircled their necks force the three space travelers to their knees. And those cold golden serpentine eyes looked down on them, those haunting eyes showed no emotion, nor sign of human feeling, there gaze sent a chill through them.

“Who speaks for theses invaders?”

The voice rumbled ominously from the figure on the thrown


Rostov went to stand and to both Marcy’s and Rip’s surprise he was able do so.

I am professor Rostov and we come from Earth in peace.

Kan’s laughter filled the hall and chilled the soul.

“Is that why you employed your pitiful weapons against one our patrol ships? Why that man drew a weapon because you come in peace?”

The voice seemed to rumble from Kan like a fearsome thunder as he pointed an imperious finger at Rip. A young beauty with dark hair sat by him and leaned over and whispered in Kan’s ear. A wicked malicious smile curled Emperors’ lips.

“If that is so Professor than prove it!”

Kan’s dead eyes came to rest on Marcy they stared into the clear azure blue depths of her stunningly expressive eyes as if he could see all the way to her very soul.

”How?”

Professor Rostov asked his voice steady, deceptively calm.

“Remove all of your clothing, everything and show us you are hiding no weapons.”

Once more the Emperor Kan’s gaze came to rest on Marcy Geoff.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Marcy stood, finding her voice, “There’s no reason to do that. As you can see by our clothing, there is no place to hide anything. The only weapons we had had were on the space craft in which we traveled, and as you know, they weren’t very effective.” She looked straight into the eyes of this strange creature for several moments before turning away to look at the people surrounding them. Some looked stunned that she had said anything, and some looked amused.

Since they had entered the craft and had collars placed around their necks, Marcy had tried to pay close attention to the things that were around them. There were things that she recognized, things that could only be advanced far beyond anything she had seen on Earth, and things that she thought were from the Earth’s past. What fascinated her most was the way they were all brought together to be used, nothing stood alone.

Even as Professor Rostov spoke on the kraft, she had paid attention to what the metal man was doing into to fly it, and she was hoping that Rip was as well. No, it hadn’t crossed her mind that they might be enslaved on a foreign planet, and it was too late to worry about it now. What they needed to focus on was how they were going to get away from here, if there was any way possible.

What was Rip thinking? He was the military flight guru…was he paying attention, or had he lost all sense of morale? She looked quickly to her side to see what he doing, and she could see that he was staring at this snake-man, Kan. Marcy could feel the pins slipping from her hair and it cascaded down to her shoulders and into her face; frustrated, she pushed it back quickly her eyes never leaving his mottled face.

 

[cgraven]

Rostov had notice that his young protégé and not been idle on their trip from the crash site of the “X-1” to Kan’s citadel. Her eyes and agile young mind were taking in every facet of the strange craft and how it was controlled. Marcy studied Rip as he moped, leaning against the hull of the craft, hardy the daring devil make care officer he was on earth. It was that once in the presence of the Emperor Kan that the young scientist seemed to hopelessly misread the situation that she and her companion were in.

“There’s no reason to do that. As you can see by our clothing, there is no place to hide anything. The only weapons we had had were on the space craft in which we traveled, and as you know, they weren’t very effective.”

Marcy Geoff could hardly know that her outburst was the worst thing she could have possibly done for now Kan’s attention was fully focused on her and the ruler of Mars loved the fire in her stunning azure blue eyes, the pure fury, and the passion he saw in their clear depths intrigued him. This proud beauty would be a delightful challenge to bend to his will. She was different, her pale skin so soft and silken, those eyes sired him as no woman before had, and her body, the sensually, seductive curves so deliciously displayed by the leather and vinyl flight suit ignited a dark fire in his soul to possess her.

Professor Rostov was stunned when Rip finally came back to life and he straightened on his knees his back now stiff.

”Go to hell you bastard.”

Rip almost spat the words at the imperious figure on the thorn. Yet Kan did not respond to either Marcy’s or Rip’s defiance but rather turned his eyes to Rostov the apparent lead of the little band of earthlings.

“ So this is how a peaceful delegation from your Earth comes to negotiate with Mars?”

No Emperor Kan it is not!”

Rostov as a young man had seen the Tsar and his cruelty. He knew that they were on very dangerous ground for this Kan’s eyes revealed nothing of what he was thinking and the cold blackness of them scared the Professor. Their only hope was to appear to cooperate, to look for a chance to save earth. As mere prisoners, or slaves, they would have no chance and their mission to save earth would doomed. All he could do was hope that Marcy would come to a quickly understand that in compliance lay there only chance to complete their mission.

“ Like Miss Geoff I am a man of Science, schooled in all its many arts and yet your world is far beyond ours your eminence, and yet we left our planet only three hours ago and traveled over 3 years to your planet Mars.”

Rostov saw the merest flicker of interest in Kan’s eyes, and the unbelieving gasps and mummers of the Imperial court. But that brief moment of Kan's apparent interest quickly passed. The professor’s eyes where imploring Marcy to cooperate, to hold here fierce pride and temper in check.


“We have nothing to hide, no hidden weapons”

The Professor’s fingers went to the buckles that held his flight suit tight to his body and closed. His hands were shaking just a bit, the only sign that he thought they were in the gravest of danger. The zipper slid down and he struggled out of the from fitting suit till he stood naked before Kan. His body was hard firm even if the hair on his chest was a forest of white.

”Rip?”

The intrepid Major Talon slowly rose his eyes as hard and cold as they held Kan’s, and he began to strip away his flight suit. Survive, escape, evade…. The years of his military training now came back to him and he swore he would one day see Kan dead at his feet.

The lovely young woman at Kan's side whispered into Emperor's ear when Rip stood their proud before them and a wicked smile creased her lips. Kan’s cold, soulless golden eyes now turned again to Marcy Geoff as she remained kneeling, the only one of the three visitors from earth that still remained clothed in her leather and vinyl flight suit.

Miss Geoff

Professor Rostov voice gently called to her.

”Marcy”

 

[barefootgirl69]

Marcy heard everything that was going on, she had watched the professor and Rip both take off their flight suits, and she knew that the professor was trying to do what he could to preserve some sense of cooperation – and she knew he was right. She wasn’t trying to be defiant, she was simply trying to appeal to the common sense of the snake-man leader that there was no way they could be hiding anything as form-fitting as these suits were.

Glancing to the professor and seeing that his eyes were imploring her to follow his lead, reached up to unbuckle her suit and began to peal it from her shoulders and arms. Underneath her suit was the suit that had been made with some specially woven material that the professor had given to her. She paused for a moment, and then began to take that off as well, her face a bright red from having to strip in front of an entire room of people and stand there in her underclothing.

Professor Rostov was right, she did dress ‘like a man’ – that’s what the entire world could see. What they never saw was the lacy underclothing that she loved to wear. She loved the feel of the frills and the way it made her feel feminine.

Well, at least I can assure myself that not everyone ‘on Earth’ knows I wear frilly, lacy underclothing.

Looking straight at Kan, she raised her chin without saying a word. He could read it all in her face.

 

[cgraven]

Kan watched intently as Marcy’s finger went to the buckles of her flight suit ever man’s eye was focused on the young earthling. She was small in stature compared to the men of Mars, yet the form fitting leather flight suit left no doubt in any of their minds that she had a body that would tempt men, making them betray each other to posses her. Even with Marcy’s conscious efforts to make this humiliating act as clinical as possible there was a sensual fluid grace to her movements, as she had to peel the flight suit from her body and some men visibly leaned forward as more and more of her stunning young body was revealed to them. Finally Marcy stood there clothed only but her frilly lace under garments

Rip’s eyes were riveted on Marcy and despite his best efforts so where Professor Rostov’s and he blushed to realize that he too was staring at his young protégé. The dark haired beauty that was at Kan’s ear whispered in the evil emperor’s ear and then she slow rose stretching like a tigress to a height of six feet she was gorgeous and her movement feline, like the tigress on the hunt She circled Marcy Geoff as if she was evaluating a sumptuous meal, her eyes lingering on the young American’s feminine charms. Her nails where long and sharp like the claws of the tiger.

Lue Chin nail pluck at Marcy’s camisole’s strap and it parted she drew that nail down Marcy’s shoulder and a thing ruby red line of blood appeared in its wake. She sauntered away knowing that the slave collar would prevent the trapped young beauty form harming her, or even striking out. Lue Chin stood between Rip and Rostov.

”Come here and serve me.”

Both men began to move they came to her as she dropped her bodice. They bent their heads to suckle the woman’s nipples.

“My father said strip that means everything.”

Then to make her point she said to Rip.

“Kiss him!”



And Rip’s lips brushed the Professor’s. He tried to fight it but seemed that he could not. It was apparent that the collars they wore had a power to enforce the emperor’s will on them.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Marcy watched as she stood to her full height with cat-like grace, still fascinated at what seemed to be snake skin. It may be to her detriment, but she still did not fear them so much as she wondered what exactly they were. As the dark haired one walked towards them it was almost as if she slithered on her feet. Her beauty didn’t faze Marcy, who had watched her numerous times leaning over to whisper in the ear of Kan.

Who exactly is in charge here, she wondered; and what were they in charge of?

She held her breath, her eyes never leaving the face of Kan, as she was scrutinized by the woman-creature and then she felt her camisole strap fall from her shoulders causing her to blush. The scratch on her skin stung, but she knew that it was done to get a reaction from her. Marcy wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of cringing or crying out. Still, she did not raise her hands to cover herself. She wouldn’t give them that pleasure. Deep inside, she was humiliated to have to stand here before everyone almost naked, knowing that there were those who were lusting; yet, just as humiliated to know that someone like this creature walking around her was much more beautiful. Why did they insist on taking every bit of clothing that she had?

Through the periphery of her eyes, Marcy watched as the professor and Rip were made to ‘serve’ her, taking in the fact that they had acted quickly, apparently eager to please. She almost gasped as they were commanded to kiss and she couldn’t hide the disgust on her face as Rip leaned to kiss the professor without qualm. What was going on? Why wasn’t he fighting against this?

Her disgust in the actions of the kiss quickly turned to disgust of the person or thing that had commanded it. What kind of games was she playing, toying with them as a cat toy’s with a mouse in its paws, keeping it alive only to tease it to its death. And then take its trophy to its owner and pay tribute by laying it at their feet. Is this what was about to happen?

Marcy was about to tell her how vile she thought she was, but stopped just in time, biting her tongue to keep it in. She didn’t want to cause them more trouble than she already had. It was obvious to her that this devil would use them to get her way, and right now she knew how to stop that. She reached to the hem of her camisole and lifted it over her head, the glare in her eye leaving no misunderstanding about how she felt about it. Dropping it to the floor beside her feet she paused. She didn’t want to do this, she really didn’t, but there was no way that she could allow them to hurt Rip and the professor. With a deep breath, she pushed the waistband down, her panties moving down to her knees then over her feet to be dropped alongside the pile of clothing that she had just put on this morning.

 

[cgraven]

Kan was impressed by the young earth woman’s self control. She did not responding to either Lue Chin’s taunts or the sadistic scratch that drew blood. Where most would have tried to shield their naked breast this stunning young auburn haired beauty stood proud and silent.

Marcy made no attempt to hide the distrust and loathing in her expressive azure blue eyes nor did they leave the golden gaze of Kan’s either. He saw in their clear depths both pride and loathing and just a hunt of fear. As Marcy held the Emperor’s gaze she reached to the hem of her camisole and lifted it over her head, the glare in her eye leaving no misunderstanding about how she felt about it. Dropping it to the floor beside her feet she paused. She didn’t want to do this, she really didn’t, but there was no way that she could allow them to hurt Rip and the professor. With a deep breath, she pushed the waistband down, her panties moving down to her knees then over her feet to be dropped alongside the pile of clothing that she had just put on this morning.

Kan could see the hatred in the young woman’s eyes for Lu Chin as she slowly stripped off camisole and panties to stand in all her naked glory before his imperial court. There was an audible sigh as the assembled court saw her naked for the first time. Marcy’s hair shimmering auburn hair formed a fiery halo framing her angelic face, a perfect counter point to her pale skin. Kan noted that, that soft silken skin was flawless and the sparse patch of downy fleece against that pale skin drew his eyes to the treasure he would soon claim.

Lue Chin smiled, her face and the gleam in her dark soulless eyes was truly wicked. As she toyed with Rip and the professor she slowly tuned to the now naked earth beauty and there was a dark lust in them the woman did not bother to even try and hide.


Kneel before Kan the Merciless your “Lord and Master girl.”


Lue Chin and those cold lifeless eyes now glowed, very personification of evil.

“Come here Girl!”

Kan simply commanded. Much to Marcy’s surprise there was no socking pain from the collar, but just a mild tingling a reminder of what he could do if he so desired. Kan watched as Marcy Geoff slowly rose climbed the dais to stand before him.

“Kneel!”

Marcy knelt before the Emperor of Mars. Kan leaned forward and whispered in to her ear his hot furtive breath washing across her neck, his lips grazing her earlobe.

“Have you been with a man before?”


Kan leaned closer and this time when he whispered in Marcy’s ear his lips brushed hers as he spoke.

“You have a choice to make earthling. You may give yourself to me willingly my little virgin, or you may fight me?’

Kan had not waited for Marcy to answer his scandalous question. He made the word virgin sound as if it was an insult rather than a mark of Marcy’s chaste beauty.

“ If you fight me….. it will not you that will suffer, but your companions……… You said you are versed in the sciences, so you know that the collars you wear can bend you to my will and make you do anything I desire. If you refuse I will take you in front of all and they will watch and your friends will make love to each other.”

Kan paused, his golden eyes boring into Marcy’s innocent young soul.

“If you accept you must give yourself to me willingly and hold nothing back. Your virginity will be taken in private.”

 

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She dared not look away from Kan and find the eyes of the entire room gazing on her. She was already deeply humiliated and ready to grab her clothing to hide behind. But she knew better. The collar would control them all, but she was concerned for Professor Rostov and Rip, they would be the ones to be the puppets in order to force her to bend to Kan’s will, the collar make them do unspeakable things.

“Come here Girl!”

“Kneel!”

Marcy obeyed his command, feeling every eye following her ascent to his throne, kneeling at his feet. Just because her knees were bending didn’t mean that she submitted. She needed to do this for the men, until they could figure a way out of this.

“Have you been with a man before?” Kan asked suddenly, and then, not giving her a chance to answer, said, “You have a choice to make, earthling. You may give yourself to me willingly, my little virgin, or you may fight me.’

Her heart pounded not only at his words, but as his breath and lips touched her, making her skin crawl.

“If you fight me….. it will not be you that will suffer, but your companions……… You said you are versed in the sciences, so you know that the collars you wear can bend you to my will and make you do anything I desire. If you refuse I will take you in front of all and they will watch and your friends will make love to each other.”

“If you accept you must give yourself to me willingly and hold nothing back. Your virginity will be taken in private.”

Marcy trembled at his words. She knew he was ruthless enough to do exactly has he said. She wasn’t sure what caused her more distress, the idea of his making her friends make love to each other, or having to give herself to him. She regretted never having given herself to anyone before. She should have taken Rip up on his offer to kiss her the other day, surely that would have led to other things.

Here she was, being forced to give herself to a monster, instead.

She quieted her trembling and spoke with only a hint of fear, “You may make me do anything you choose, but you can never make me like it or want it. You can control my body, but you’ll never control my spirit.”

Too late, she hoped her outspoken words wouldn’t cause her friends any distress. She would have to be careful. They needed to figure out a way off of this planet.

 

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When Kan saw the ravishing young beauty demurely lower her eyes he knew that she would submit even before she spoke in a soft whispering voice laced with fire, he knew she was his.

“You may make me do anything you choose, but you can never make me like it or want it. You can control my body, but you’ll never control my spirit.”

Kan’s face remained placid unreadable. Yet Kan loved Marcy’s spirit and looked forward to bending the proud young beauty's fiery spirit to his will

“Remember you will submit willingly and hold nothing back……….If you do I’ll know.”

Kan then straightened and his hand cupped Marcy’s face and for the first time she saw a smile in those horrid eyes. He had given this proud beauty the devil’s own choice and yet it had been a choice none the less. Love, companionship, caring theses where flaws, her weaknesses that could be turned against the young beauty.

“Take the old one to the science wizard he may be of some use to them”

“Father may I have the tall young one?”

Kan saw the fear in Marcy Geoff’s eyes when Lue Chin asked for Rip. He contemplated giving the earth man to her, but instead desired to show his newest slave girl he could be kind as well, if he wished, but her friend’s fates would depend on how well she pleased him.

“No Lue Chin that one will go to the mines for now to work,”

Kan’s eyes once more found Marcy’s, they bored into her clear azure depths of the girl’s stunning blue eyes again his dark golden gaze seemed to effortlessly strip away the layers of innocence that protected her young soul and will bearing to him.

“……….but maybe in the future if you still want him.”

The implied threat unmistakable. Kan simply held out his hand to Marcy,

“Come girl I am tiered.”

Marcy knew that her fate was sealed for sleep was the last thing Kan had on his mind.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Even though she tried to calm herself and quiet her mind, inside Marcy was screaming. This was not what she had expected on this voyage to outer space, and it certainly wasn’t how she expected to lose her virginity. In the first, she was prepared to perish, readily accepting it might be, and in this, she wished that she could. Taking Kan’s outstretched hand while her stomach felt like emptying itself, Marcy stood to her feet.

For the first time since she had knelt before Kan, she took her eyes off of his. She didn’t want him to be able to read what her thoughts were. She didn’t know what kind of magic he used, or what the collars would do other than force them to do things unwillingly. Until she could figure things out, she needed to be watchful; and she hoped that both Rip and Professor Rostov would be doing the same.

She knew that they needed to escape, and to do that she needed not only to plan one, but to survive until the time arose that they could. She felt sure that between them, her and Rip, that they could fly the alien ship that had brought them here, if she could find Rip when the time came. Would that ship take them back to Earth?

Already formulating the basics of a plan, Marcy knew that she would have to play along and gather information that would help them. It might be impossible to make friends of those that would no doubt be around her, but she would try.

Kan was almost dragging her from the room, as Marcy turned her head and watched her friends being led away. Would she ever see them again?

 

[cgraven]

Kan had thought he had seen the young beauty’s eyes soften when he had refused Lue Chin’s request, but at the hope he offered his daughter that maybe in the future she could have the earthman the cold steel of her gazed returned. Yet Marcy rose readily enough when he offered her his hand. They had only gone a short distance when Kan came to a stop and turned to the girl that would become his concubine.


“Marcy is it?............ Well I find that a bit too familiar for public………..I believe the old one called you Miss Geoff………..That will due when we are in public………you shall call me Master in public Miss Geoff.”

Their was a touch of merriment in those dark eyes, the first sign of life that he had shown so far. Then the mask once more in place Kan became serious.



“Miss Geoff Mars is Planet that is ruled by men’s baser passions. The strong survive, the weak perish, yet all must have a glimmer of hope. Do not worry your friend will come to no harm from my hand no matter what you decide. I know you are planning your escape. That you would kill me if you though you could.”

Kan made the statement as if it was the most normal of circumstances.

“You are strong, and though your temper shows in those beautiful blue eyes of yours, your fate was sealed the first time I laid eyes on you. You had no choice really, but weather you enjoy and become stronger or grow weak and tiresome is your choice all that bends is not weak Miss Geoff.”

Kan again held out his hand to Marcy and then led her to his bed chamber. The room was opulent and the bed was at least four times bigger than her own.

“Remove my robe Miss Geoff.”

Kan apparently had no intentions of letting Marcy be a passive victim.

 

[barefootgirl69]

Marcy followed him from the room glancing neither right nor left as all eyes watched them depart. Her heart was pounding and she tried to breathe deeply, and quietly, to get it back under control. When he stopped and turned to her and spoke of being strong and surviving, Marcy knew that he understood her very well. There was no way she would become weak, because that would mean she had given up hope. As much as she feared what was going to come, she knew that she would do her best. She hoped she would, anyway.

At least he had said no harm would come to them; however, she wasn’t so sure. She didn’t know what this snake man was capable of, if he could be trusted. Watching the path that they took down the corridor, counting the number of closed doors on the left side of the hall, and how many turns they made, Marcy tried to keep her mind off of what would be happening when they were behind one of them.

Think of other things.

Count the doors and mark them in your mind.

Entering the room, Marcy first noticed the vastness and elaborate decorations; she looked everywhere except the bed. There was furniture scattered about in a small sitting area. Tables with exquisite vases. Everywhere her eyes looked, there were things that reminded her of home, and odd things that she had never seen before.

Where did all these things come from?

Are there other planets he’s been to?

Other captives?

Do not give up.

“Remove my robe Miss Geoff.”

She looked at him, dreading having to touch the robe, having to remove it, knowing there would much more required of her tonight, that this was just the beginning. Stepping forward, Marcy reached up to unbuckle the clasp that held it to his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground behind him.

Bending is not breaking, and he will never break me.

 

[cgraven]

Blushing furiously she stepped near him and reached for the clasps of his robe. Her fingers trembled and she barely managed to get them undone. She felt completely unsure of herself and couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze now.


Kan stood a good foot taller than Marcy, when she reached up to slip the robe from his body, her supple young body was inadvertently pressed to his bared chest, her firm young breasts grated across his smooth hairless chest. He saw the stunning young beauty’s deep crimson blush turn scarlet. When it fell from his shoulder, could this ravishing young earth woman really be as naïve and innocent as she appeared, had she never seen a naked man before, Kan wondered

She was scared trembling as she stood there staring out into the night, out on to a world so foreign and different form her own. The twin moons of Mars hung in the night sky casting their pale chaste light on the rugged mountains where Kan’s citadel stood, impregnable, it looked down on the world that he ruled, and the dark trackless forests that lay beyond carpeting the valley floor. He placed his hands on Marcy’s shoulders and slowly turned her to face him. His muscular body was covered with small livid scares, the result of his many combats. It was a warrior’s body trained to endure pain, his muscles where like bands of steel, hard sinuous and yet strangely supple.

Such a scared little dove Kan thought as his haunting golden eyes sought those azure blue eyes, so enchanting like the light of the pale twin moons that ruled the night sky. His eyes freely roved over Marcy Geoff’s naked form leisurely, taking the sensual curve of her firm young breasts, the seductive swell of her hips, the sculptured athletic perfection of the girl’s legs, and the pale alabaster smoothness of her flawless skin.

“You are a stunning beauty Mss Geoff.”

The young woman’s eyes flared again in disbelief and Kan saw that this ravishing young beauty had no idea how truly beautiful she was. Kan took her by the hand his grip both gentle and compelling and led her to the far corner of the room to stand before a full length mirror.

“Look Miss Geoff………….Marcy”

Her name was soft on his lips, his hard voice softening.

“Really look, see what I see.”

Kan was standing behind her now; his naked body pressed against her back, his hand gathered her shimmering silken auburn tresses drawing them back. Marcy’s angelic face softly framed, by those luxurious tresses, a fiery halo framing her face, in stark contrast to creamy ivory complexion. Kan reached out his senses letting them seductively flow through the collar to the young beauty’s mind, allowing her to see the truth of his words. The emperor had no way of knowing that Professor Rostov had told Marcy that she was beautiful, nor that Rip had seen it as well.

“Marcy…………………….”

Her name so seductive on his lips caressed her mind as he slowly turned the young scientist to face him. Perhaps of all that had befallen the young beauty on this desperate mission to save earth, this was perhaps the cruelest, for finally he had opened her eyes to the truth she had never seen, never wanted to see, that she in fact was beautiful, desirable, and that she could have had any man that she wanted. Yet her first lover would not be a college sweetheart, a fellow colleague, or even the impetuous flyer Rip, no her first lover would be the emperor of Mars, Kan.

“Marcy you are truly beautiful”

Kan’s lips fleetingly brushed hers; his eyes sought her just for a moment. Then ever so slowly they brushed her lips. Again his tongue slid across her full ripe lips and then the ridge of her teeth to slip with in Marcy Geoff’s sweet chaste mouth.