Authors: Darryl T. Mallard
THE MUTANT WORLD
Written and Illustrated
Darryl T. Mallard
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Published by AuthorHouse 07/17/2014
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Illyria, Reign of Empress Beral III
mpress Beral III watched in fascination and even anxiousness as President Chambers and her party approached her palace. American Presidents had come to pay their respects and have talks twice before in her people’s history. The first was on the Island of Bain at the original capital, the now ancient (at least by Bellasarian reckoning) city of Meta-Megalopolis, when the island was still in the Earth Realm. The second time was in the second capital, the city of Ramia, here on Bellasaria. Both of these visits were during the early reign of Queen Bellasaris of Bain, or as she is now known, Bellasaris the Great, more than two thousand years ago.
Beral III’s great ancestors, Bellasaris the Great and her husband, High Lord Cato or “The Great Cat” had had their fill of the humans of their homeworld, not to mention some of the mutants. They were also done with their dangerous influences and designs on the native mutants and their world. Bellasaris finally removed the Island of Bain from the Earth altogether, breaking the link between the two realms, thus shutting the door behind them. They then set about the task of keeping house on their own world. The empress couldn’t help chuckling when she thought about some of the drama, usually of a hormonal nature, that her esteemed and almost worshipped ancestors went through. She shook her head. She too, had had some troubles in that area. “Damn the humans,” she muttered to herself, despite the fact that she was the one who was now reopening contact with their estranged cousins again. “They are the root of all this shit.”
It was true; long ago her ancestors had been the humans’ slaves. The humans viewed mutants as non-humans. So, like animals, they could be bred, experimented on and used and abused as they saw fit. They began breeding mutants for specialized tasks ranging from agriculture and construction, to medicine and mining.
humans of Bain Island (a U.S. territory) were second class humans and served under the descendants of the renegade Americans who took over the island and transported it to its present realm. Still, acquiring the island and taking power was easier than keeping it for the renegades. The ruling elite had to put down one early mutant revolt and more than one attempted human revolt on Bain in the beginning. Sadly, most native humans despised the mutants too, and
equally enjoyed their labor and other uses. So what should have been a no-brainer, an alliance between the two, never happened. Also, in case of
defiance and/or insurrection, trained mutant fighters would prove useful for police, soldiers and for sheer entertainment… blood sport. Eventually, the native humans accepted their lot and even enjoyed the ease and comforts the mutant slaves provided.
Naturally, mutants were bred for pleasure as well. Top genetic scientists and physicians labored for generations to breed the perfect pleasure slaves. They were to be beautiful beyond compare, docile and highly, HIGHLY sexed. Certain aspects of their breeding and genetic tampering were obviously successful. Others were believed to be unsuccessful, for although the women were indeed beautiful beyond compare and were willing to please (for their own sake) they fell far short of the passion they were bred for. Time would prove that this aspect of the breeders’ efforts was only latent, and was being unconsciously suppressed by other strong emotions, like hate. However, this mistake would not be realized until it was too late to benefit the humans in any way.
Pleasure slaves were bred for men and women of various tastes. Most females were of the voluptuous well-endowed type that made Bellasarian women famed and desired everywhere, but Lolita and plump types were common as well. In fact, there were even (although less common) an androgynous breed of mutant called “Futanaries” or “Futas” for short, bred especially for those of eccentric taste. These mutants were created and named after Japanese manga characters from the homeworld. The word “Futanari” is Japanese meaning “Of Both Worlds”. The Americans have a more vulgar, yet certainly accurate name for them, but the word,
will suffice. However, unlike human hermaphrodites, who are both but neither, impotent and sterile. Mutant futanari really are of two different genders despite their outwardly dual natures. They are fully functional and can reproduce…albeit with difficulty.
In any case, even in this bizarre example, human genetic engineering was superb. Their slaves were beautiful, well-endowed (in every way) and just what their clients wanted.
Where pleasure slaves were concerned, the human breeders were always very picky about physical beauty. A nose that was deemed too small or too big, hips deemed too wide or too narrow or even slight skin imperfections could be enough to decide if an otherwise beautiful girl or handsome boy would make the grade. Often, in their efforts for perfection, male and female pleasure slaves that fell short of
would be distributed into the other mutant populations. There their abilities beyond the physical appearance could be used. However, they would still pass on and spread certain genetic coding of the pleasure slaves into the other mutant castes. The results of all this is that most Bellasarian mutants are extremely attractive, more powerful and far more aggressive (in many ways) than the original strain of mutants from Earth.
Ironically, in their efforts to breed superior mutants for
needs, the humans had sown the seeds to their own destruction in their slaves. The human scientist never took into account that passion cannot be isolated to one area alone, the desired one in this case being carnal lust. Worse, it can, and in their case,
cancel out the submissive natures they were also striving so hard for. Under that “Face” of submissiveness lay bitter resentment and hate. Once the spark was lit, the lust that the humans had hoped for, but
saw in one area, surfaced in quite another…
. The humans, due to their own efforts, were now facing opponents who were far more powerful, dangerous and above all
than their original mutant ancestors had ever been. Needless to say, although vastly outnumbering their slaves, the humans were completely outmatched in power and ferocity by the mutants…and the rest was history.
The empress smiled with no small amount of pride.
ancestors had led the revolt that threw down the humans, but then she sighed. Although victorious in war, the mutants (her family and others of the highest grade of pleasure slaves particularly) now found themselves at the mercy of the once
aspect of their original genetic breeding, and that has been an obstacle for her people from top to bottom to overcome to this day. Once it was much worse, as there was an extreme shortage of men. This was because the humans believed that killing all males after breeding before they reached twenty one would prevent what ultimately
happen. They should have been as equally afraid of the women. Still more young men were killed in the fighting, making males of breeding age a rare and much sought after commodity in a society of now
hormonal females. Needless to say, steps were taken to prevent total chaos and to keep everyone
happy. Today, no longer are men in short supply on Bellasaria, but certain practices have never died and the genetic coding placed by the humans centuries ago have seen to that.
A human servant, careful not to be noticed, glanced hungrily at the empress as she and her attendants walked past and swallowed. Beral III was the product of centuries of selective breeding, at first by the humans, then later by her own ancestors. The women of her clan, and indeed,
of the original great clans, sought out only the strongest, most gifted and of course,
of males for their mates and women like the empress were the end results.
Beral III had long straight black hair, her skin was the color of alabaster, her eyes bore the epicanthic fold, bespeaking oriental ancestry, but their color was green and like those of a cat. Beral’s African ancestry (and she had a lot of that) was most evident in her figure. When wearing formal robes of state, many men saw the empress and believed her to be extremely beautiful of face, but fat of body. However, those who lived and worked in the capital, and especially the great palace, knew better. Unlike Queen Bellasaris and other famous beauties of her family, who were very curvy and busty, but slim in certain areas, Beral III was seemingly large everywhere. For those men who were privileged to see her in less formal attire and those who were even luckier to see her in very revealing attire, or luckiest of all,
, only one word ever came to mind “Juicy”. The woman was
generously made, but she was firm and solid
To put it bluntly, like all the women of her bloodline, Beral III had it all and in all the right places, she was just a bit more…
made than some of her kin.
The human immediately fought to turn his thoughts from the empress. If she should be in a bad mood and picked up any of his lustful fantasies for her from his mind, there could be hell to pay. As it had been for more than two thousand years (although human and metahuman mating was common now among the lower classes) mutant females of the great houses’ were still very tempting, but
forbidden fruit where human men of any class were concerned. The human chuckled to himself as he began to focus on his duties. Even though the empress had been the object of his dreams since he was thirteen, and indeed, his fantasies of her had gotten him through puberty, he wouldn’t sleep with her if he found her in his bed butt-naked, deep in the hunger and begging for it. Not if he wished to live.
Unfortunately, just like her predecessors and the rest of the females of her family, Beral III was an incredibly powerful mutant, even by Bellasarian standards. When she was twelve, she went into heat for the first time and was soon going up the walls. It was inevitable. Most Bellasarian females of the original Bainian strain go through the hormonal change called “The Hunger” at puberty. However, Beral was of a
old and noble bloodline. She damn near killed a much older male partner that her mother and others of the family had thought was strong enough to handle her. Despite the fact that the man even had rapid healing ability, it was only by the most herculean efforts of the palace healers that his broken bones and other damaged parts were repaired in time to save his life.
The human shuddered, that had happened years before he was even born, but what happened to that poor bastard was still remembered to this day. Normally, a boy close to the girl’s own age would have been chosen for that honor, not a fully mature man over thirty. Under most circumstances it was
illegal for a male over a certain age to have any sexual contact with a female under eighteen, much less a female just coming into puberty. The reason why an adult mutant at the prime of his power was chosen for a female usually forbidden from love-play at all in lesser, weaker classes was clear. But even so, he just couldn’t handle her, even with her wearing an inhibitor ring.
Fortunately, the physician’s guild in Akkadia had recently developed medications to suppress severe heat in young females, and sometimes males, so the problem was solved… for the time being. The reason Beral’s family hadn’t gone that road to begin with was because they didn’t trust the still relatively new
developed drugs. But unfortunately they now had little choice. Forty years later, Beral III would apologize sincerely to the man that was nearly killed by her. By now he was a distinguished official and guest in her palace. He laughed and quite honestly confessed to the now happily married
and her consort that, despite nearly dying, it was a great honor. He had even been willing to put it on the line for her
before her husband came along if asked. He quite honestly thanked the Goddess that he wasn’t.
In any case, it would be about twenty years after that near fatal tumble, before a male was finally born among the “Great Mutants” who had the potential to be strong enough to mate with her, with or without the rings. It would be another fifteen before he was old enough and ready to mate. The young man was (to no one’s surprise) a distant cousin descended from one of Cato’s children though the Lady Gorgo’s house, and therefore of both Catonian
Cassandrian descent like herself. Fortunately he was distantly related enough to safely and legally mate with the princess. Several
powerful females who had been specifically chosen to test and teach the boy could attest that the youth was more than up to the job.