Chapter One

 

Councillor Joan Withers was enjoying her new young husband going down on her. His tongue was taking her close to an orgasm, when she heard her phone ring. She tried to ignore it and carry on but it kept on ringing and the distraction finally forced her to give up.

"Answer that," she said crossly to her husband

Her husband lifted himself from between her legs and climbed off the bed to answer her phone.

"There is a urgent message for all the members of the Planetary Council to be in session." he said, reading the text on the screen of her phone.

Joan looked at her clock.

"Dam it, it's nearly my bedtime," she complained to him.

"I'm only passing on the message," he pointed out.

"Whatever could it be?" she asked, "surely it can wait until the morning?"

"The message didn't say," he informed her, "it just said it's urgent."

"Hand me my wrap," she ordered.

Her husband handed her a wrap around dressing gown as she got out of bed. She then quickly went to the next room which was a small office and sat on a seat. Then she put on what looked like a pair of glasses but was a virtual reality headset and switched it on. She then found herself in a virtual room as if she was there in person.

She saw a long table with a large group of women seated around it. Joan look around wondering what was going on. Other women suddenly appeared in seats and Joan knew they were also switching on their virtual reality headsets.

Then an old woman at the head of the table stood up, she was the Planetary Council's chairwoman.

"I think we are all here now," she said, "I'm sorry about the members who had to be woken up in the middle of the night to attend this council, but this cannot wait. A badly damaged warship has entered our star-system and exploded, the survivors in escape pods are now making their way to our planet."

"This is an outrage," said one woman standing up, "this is in violation of our neutral status."

"Yes, this is contrary to the Walsingham/Ramus agreement." shouted another woman also standing up.

"We were assured that no warship will enter our star system, without our permission," shouted a third woman.

"Please, please, sisters," said the chairwoman, "sit down and I will explain what happened."

The women sat down again.

"An hour ago," said the Chairwoman, "a large explosion was detected beyond the orbits of our moons. Then two small escape pods were spotted heading our way. These escape pods then communicated with us and told us what happened. I will now play you what it said."

"Greetings I am Captain Ashe, of the scout ship MMZ45." said the recorded voice, "We come from the planet Vekun. Nine hours ago we encountered a Hancock warship and we were so badly damaged in the fight between us, we had to escape into quantum space. The Hancock ship followed us but we managed to evade it but we unfortunately ended up in your sector of space to do this.

"During the battle, our reactor was damaged and began to became unstable so we knew it would explode soon. We then discovered that the only habitual planet we could get to before our reactor exploded was the planet Zoeen, which is your planet. So we dropped out of quantum space at a safe distance from your planet and evacuated our ship in our escape pods.

"We come in peace, we mean you no harm, but we have to get to your planet as quickly as possible as we have 19 badly wounded men many needing urgent medical attention. In accordance with the Bunme agreement we have no weapons on board our escape pods."

The message then finished.

"Can we trust these men?" asked one of the council women.

"Is it a trick of some kind?" suggested another, "to find out about our robotic defence capability."

"Yes it's normal for Vekun ships to fight to the death," pointed out a third woman, "it is very unusual for them to run away from a fight."

"I have been assured by our military leaders that these two escape pods posed no danger to us," replied the Chairwoman. "The escape pods have been scanned and he is right, no weapons of any kind were detected on them. I think we have no choice but to allow them onto the planet, if they have wounded men onboard, needing urgent medical attention."

"By helping these men it could mean we could get dragged into the Vekun, Hancock Alliance conflict," pointed out another Council Member.

"I know," admitted The Chairwoman, "all we can do in minimise the diplomatic impact of this incident. We could make matters worse, diplomatically, if we were to turn these men away. These escape pods only have proton rockets and would take many years to travel between stars. So they would send out distress calls and we might have both Vekun and Hancock Alliance ships answer it, which could result in a battle, not far from our planet."

"Yes but Vekun is a male dominated planet," objected another woman, "these men will not respect our ways and customs. What are we going to do with men like this?"

"Hopefully we won't have them here for too long," replied the Chairwoman, "perhaps we can house them on a remote island somewhere."

No-one said anything for a minute

"All right everyone we will now vote." said the Chairwoman, "on allowing these men on our planet."

Joan Withers saw viral voting buttons appear in front of her and she voted with the rest of the council.

"The motion has been carried," said the Chairwoman after a few minutes, "we will allow the crew to come to the planet. We now need to discuss where and how we are going to accommodate these men."

It was another two hours before Joan finally got back to her bedroom, she switch on the light and found her young husband sound asleep. She gently pulled back the covers and admired his naked muscular body. He was a young man about the same age as her two grown up daughters. She reached down and ran her hands over his body and then down to his penis, which was hard while he slept. Then he woke up as he felt her touching him but she continued to do this.

"I want to finish what we started," she said after a few minutes, "that was before we were suddenly interrupted."

He started to raise his body but she stopped him.

"Stay where you are," she said, "and lay on your back."

He did as he was told.

Then she climbed onto the bed, straddled over him and she was sitting on his chest. She was a plump heavy woman and he found it hard to breathe. Then she wriggled forward so her vagina was near his mouth. He knew what he had to do and was soon licking her clitoris. At the same time he rubbed his hands over her fleshy body as she had trained him to do.

He kept on licking until she orgasm and then she rolled off him. She cuddled him for a few minutes.

"You're getting better at doing this," she whispered to him.

"I'm so happy to please you," he replied.

She then turned over and went to sleep.

 

Chapter Two

 

The next morning Joan Withers told her two grown up daughters what happened the previous evening as they had breakfast together.

"Oh it sounds exciting," said Shirley, Joan's youngest daughter, "I'll love to see what these men are like."

"I'm sure they will show us later on this morning on the TV news," replied Mary, Joan's older daughter.

"No, we are to keep it secret," explained their mother, "if we broadcast that a crew from Vekun has come here, this could attract the attention of the Hancock Alliance. We do not want risk the possibility of both sides to coming here at the same time and then fight each other within our star system."

"I would really like to see these men in the flesh," enthused Shirley.

"There still ordinary men," replied Mary, "they will look exactly like the men on this planet."

"Yes but they will be wild men," said Shirley, "not like the tamed men we have here."

"These men come from the planet Vekun," said Joan, "it's a male dominated planet where women have few rights. You would not want to live on a planet like that."

"I never said I would," retorted her daughter, "I'm just curious to see what these men are like."

"I can tell you what they are like," said her mother, "I was there for a few months and found it difficult. This is because the men on Vekun are brought up to be alpha men and would punish any woman who answered back or contradict them. I could say what I thought because I had diplomatic immunity, but a woman living on Vekun would never dare speak out in the way I did."

"Well that is no different from what we do," objected Shirley, "men here are taught from childhood to worship and obey us."

"I don't think we need to apologise for what we do to men," said her mother, "throughout history men have created societies where they have dominated women. So if men are allowed to do this, then why can't we do the same?"

"Yea, but I get fed up with men kissing my feet and not daring to disagree with me," replied Shirley, "I would like to be with a man who treats me like an equal."

"The men of Vekun certainly don't do that," said Joan firmly, "like I said, they are brought up to dominate women and will expect females to always obey them."

"Which means they are so different from our men," said Shirley, "it is this, that makes them so interesting."

"Anyway you must know what Vekun men are like, more than us," said Mary, "you watch Vekun films."

"Have you?" said her mother in concerned voice, "you must know films made on Vekun are banned."

"I just wanted to find out why they are censored," replied Shirley defensively.

"Because they are full of Vekun propaganda," said her mother, "telling people why male domination is justified and why women must submit to men."

"Well it's no different from what we do," said Shirley, "we indoctrinate our men to serve and worship us like goddesses."

"And that is the way we want to keep it," said Joan firmly, "The Vekun government has banned any films or literature coming from our planet because they do not want their people influenced by our culture and we do the same."

She then turned her attention to Mary.

"You should have told me Shirley was watching Vekun films," she said, "I don't want her influence by them."

"I would assume any woman watching those films would think Vekun is a terrible place for females," protested Mary.

"And I haven't been influence by them," said Shirley, "I just watch them because they are totally different to the films we make on Zoeen. And anyway I'm studying Vekun culture at university."

"Yes, the important thing is that men mustn't be allowed to see them," said Joan, "we don't want them being influenced by any Vekun film."

"I wouldn't be so stupid to do that," said Shirley, "I admit I am fascinated by Vekun culture but I would never want to live there."

"I'm glad to hear it," said Joan, "so where did you get access to such films?"

"At the university, like I said I'm studying Vekun history and culture," said Shirley.

"She got them from AMRS," said Mary bluntly, contradicting her sister.

"Oh don't tell her that," cried Shirley.

"What's is the AMRS?" asked their mother.

"The Alpha Male Romance Society," said Mary.

"Oh I see," said Joan looking worried.

She then looked at her youngest daughter.

"Listen darling" she said, "it's all right having fantasies about such men, but the reality will be very different. You are aware of that, aren't you."

"Oh yes mummy," said Shirley, "like I said, it is just that they are so different to our men that makes them so interesting."

"Providing you don't want to get involved with them," said her mother.

"But Mummy," said Shirley, "because I am interested in Vekun culture I would like to meet these men, now, instead of having to go to their planet later on."

"You can't go to Vekun because there at war with the Hancock alliance," said Joan flatly.

"Yes but they can't be at war for ever," said Shirley, "I would like to go after the war has finished."

Joan looked to Mary for support.

"Perhaps if Shirley does meet these men," suggested Mary, "she might get it out of her system and will not want to go to Vekun later on."

"But it will be the army who are looking after the Vekun men," explained Joan, "we are keeping them on an army base on Moir Island and only army personal will be allowed access to them."

"Yes, but you are a member of the Ruling Council, Mummy," said Shirley, "and you can pull a few strings to get me there."

"No I can't," said Joan sharply.

"Yes you can," said Shirley, "you did after all, get Mary into Amarantha university even though she failed her final entrance exam."

"We would rather not talk about that," said Joan crossly.

"I didn't want to bring that up, Mummy," said Shirley, "but if you can pull a few strings for Mary then why can't you do the same for me?"

Joan frowned.

"But that was about Mary's career," she pointed out, "if she hadn't gone to university it would have destroyed her career prospects."

"No it wouldn't," objected Shirley, "she could have easy have taken the exam again the next year."

"Not everyone is as academically bright as what you are," explained Joan, "I know from my personal experience, the entrance exam to get into Amarantha university is really tough."

"If you have the power to get Mary into Amarantha university even though she didn't pass her entrance exam," said Shirley, "then getting me to Moir Island should be easy for you."

"These things are not as easy as you think," explained Joan.

"It is important for my career as well," claimed Shirley, "I've been studying Vekun society at university and want to write a paper on it. So it would be a good opportunity for me to talk to these men, face to face, to find out more about them."

"Even though Vekun men on our planet, is supposed to be secret," pointed out Mary.

"I don't have to tell people everything," explained Shirley, "after all Vekun is a secretive society and we have had refuges from there, come to our planet, but forced to keep hidden for fear of reprisals against their relations living on Vekun. So I can use this as a reason to keep the names of the men I talk to, a secret."

"So the fact," said Joan, "the Vekun government will punish any person, or their relations, for wanting to live on our planet, tells you what they're like. So why would you want to be involved with people like that?"

"Because they're the opposite to us," said Shirley.

Joan sighed.

"If Amarantha university is willing to let you do this as part of your studies, then I'm sure I can get you permission to go to Mior Island."

"I'm sure Amarantha university won't raise any objections," said Shirley confidently.

"If you can get Amarantha university to do that," Joan said admitting defeat, "you can go to Moir island but only if Mary goes with you."

"Me," objected Mary, "why me? I have no interest in these men."

"Yes, why do you want Mary to come with me?" asked Shirley.

"Because these men are dangerous," said Joan, "so I don't want you getting too close to any of them."

"Honestly Mummy I'm not going to do anything stupid," said Shirley angry, "I am after all a grown woman."

"I know you are," agreed Joan, "but for my own peace of mind I want Mary with you."