Battle For The Womb

CHAPTER LIST

Revolution, Evolution

A Thorough Examination

Brought To Ecstasy By A Memory

Genetic Revelations

Bumps Along The Space Highway

Revolution, Evolution

Veronica grasped Quinn’s back as he penetrated her
silken flesh, her nails digging into his skin, all but drawing
blood. She couldn’t help it, it was impulse and that impulse was
scratched into his back like a tattoo.

Veronica gave herself to him, both inside and out,
mentally and physically. It was love; an all encompassing, soul
devouring love that set fire to their lives like a meteorite
streaking through the sky.

“I love it when you are inside of me,” she said,
whispering into his ears as he moaned, her tight pussy grasping him
like a vice. This only made him work harder and thrust deeper,
loving every bit of friction he could get.

Her toes curled with each divine thrust of his
pelvis, it was a pleasure that only he could provide her, all other
men in her past paling in comparison. His manly presence was around
her, inside of her. She felt helpless underneath his rock hard body
and wished she could stay their forever.

She squeezed him, bringing him closer, tighter,
feeling his sweat drenched body press against her breasts. Her
hard, taught nipples beamed with pleasure at every stroke.

“Veronica my love, I’m gunna cum, I’m gunna cum
inside you,” he said.

“Ok, baby, do it, I want you to, I want to feel your
cum in me,” she said.

Veronica felt his cock getting bigger and harder as a
crescendo pleasure made its way through his body. He moaned out of
control as a burst of warm fluid exploded inside of her, streaking
into her womb like shooting star. She loved this feeling, but she
loved the promise of it more.

A family, soon enough they would have one.

But those were just memories now, fleeting neuronal
impulses that fired in an attempt to grasp at the past, only to
find at present an empty physical and emotional void.

It was the year 2169, the human race was dealing with
the effects of exponential technological advancement; most
recently, the discovery of interstellar travel had transformed the
power structure of the global economy causing rapid societal and
political change.

Able-bodied men headed into space, lured by the
promise of the quadrillion dollar Outer-Earth mining industry,
leaving a void of virility and power on Earth. Trips into space
were long and arduous, the work of mining ore on distant planets a
brutal and punishing task, but it was rewarding. With the right
mineral claim men could become billionaires over-night. It made the
gold rush pale in comparison.

Most men left semen samples with cryogenic banks
before taking to the stars; afraid they would never come back,
leaving their future heirs and beneficiaries without a claim to
their prospective fortunes. This created a boom for fertility
doctors who were called on to seed the wombs of earthly women.

It became commonplace for women to forgo men
completely and raise families on their own; this was the desire of
Veronica Bell, whose own husband, Quinn Pace, disappeared near the
Oort cloud not more than four years ago in what the US government
claimed was a mining accident; he vanished without a trace,
something Veronica had always found suspicious given how far
advanced space technology had become.

She hoped he was still alive, somewhere, but she knew
the odds were stacked against her and relied on her memories of
their time together to get her by, but even they began to fade.

After his disappearance she moved out of the city and
sought solitude in one of the few rural farming communities still
in existence.

Veronica looked upward at the pinpoints of light in
the sky from her balcony; a view like this wasn’t possible in the
city. Weighing most heavily on her mind was her empty, barren womb
which refused to sprout even the smallest embryo, refractory to the
advances of medical science.

Veronica’s physician, Dr. Raul Martinez, was world
renowned at treating even the most stubborn of wombs. She often
thought, “If he can’t impregnate me, who can?” This reality hung
thick in her mind, torturing her with a future that she didn’t want
to comprehend; a future of emptiness.

All she ever wanted was a family, a place to call
home. She felt that the Earth had slowly revoked those hopes and
dreams, her endearing optimism reversing into pessimism; fate took
over and there was no deviation from its destructive path.

A brilliant streak of light fired up from the ground
toward the sky, a contrail of white heat trailing behind it as a
rocket full of men sped violently into space, penetrating the
darkness and disappearing.

She felt a sadness ache in her bones as she watched
yet another group of prospectors leave the Earth in search of
monetary gain. She wondered how the other women of Earth who were
having similar fertility problems were coping. The precipitous drop
in fertility coinciding with interstellar travel was a well-known
phenomenon. Something had changed, evolved; humankind faced a new
threat, one they couldn’t control and refused to admit:
evolution.

A loud crack of thunder shocked Veronica, causing her
to jump out of her seat. Her gaze shifted; there was something
unfamiliar in the sky and it was winding its way to the ground,
quickly.

She concentrated on the phenomenon but couldn’t pick
out just what it was. As it drew nearer it became clear. A tornado
of light and wind touched down, it was not more than 30 yards away
and moving toward her at a blistering pace. It ripped the farmlands
in front of her house apart, sucking up corn stalks and other
debris into the vortex of light and wind.

Veronica felt panic explode inside of her. She froze,
looking outward, trying to remember what to do when confronted with
a tornado. All of her training was lost in a memory fog. The light
and wind drew nearer as she fought her fear, racking her brain for
a solution.

She ran, off her balcony, through her bedroom and
haphazardly down the staircase. She slipped and fell on the final
stair, tumbling across the wooden floor as she heard the wind
ripping outside, getting closer, getting louder. Her knees were
scraped and bleeding. The windows began to shake; debris from the
winds pelted the glass, cracking it like misfired BB’s.

There was no time for fear. Veronica pushed herself
to her feet. At that moment a tree branch crashed through her
living room window, scattering shards of glass everywhere, some
into her skin as she began to bleed from her face and arms.

Adrenaline pumped through her body numbing the pain
before it could even be realized by her frazzled nerves. She heard
a ripping sound, as if a crack of thunder emanated from inside her
house.

She looked upward. Her ceiling began to splinter as
the force of the vortex pulled against it. Cracks began to trace
down her walls, meeting the floor, eventually splitting slabs of
sheetrock with ease; a loud, deafening, ripping sound overwhelmed
her senses. The top of her house began to shake loose, barely held
to the walls with nothing more than a few crooked nails.

In awe she stared upward as she watched the roof of
her house violently rip into the vortex. Wind blew her tar black
hair into a frazzled mess; debris from the gusts smacking her face
and body, entering her mouth and eyes.

She tried to run once more. She took one step, then
another, and as she took the third she was sucked violently into
the sky, the power of the vortex too intense to escape. Her body
was thrust upward into the center of the whirlwind and she began to
accelerate, a sonic book echoing behind her as she breached the
speed of sound.

She looked out and over her town, through the clouds.
She felt nauseous as her fear of heights overcame her, watching the
Earth quickly disappear below.

Veronica noticed her body getting warmer, a huge bulb
of light now visible above her. She looked to her side and noticed
that she had been sucked into space. The moon was bright and
satellites that orbited the Earth glinted in the light of the sun
before disappearing behind the Earth once more.

The bulb of light began to flash like bolts of
lightning, the heat in the whirlwind increasing with each pulse of
light. Her ascent ground to an immediate, bone jarring halt. She
was directly below a large spaceship. A large bay door of the ship
opened in front of her. Dry heat poured out of it, searing her
throat and lungs.

Her chest heaved up and down in a rapid, panicked
state. She did not know what to expect and fought her fear,
understanding that whatever was going to happen was impossible to
stop.

Organic debris were sucked inside the ship; inorganic
debris were discarded, descending backwards toward the Earth,
burning up in the atmosphere like small meteorites. Left alone she
stared at a vast and massive spaceship, nothing floating between
her and it.

Inside the vortex she felt comfortable, insulated
from the frigid, radiation filled void of space. She looked upward
to find a being of some kind floating downward in the vortex,
easily maneuvering himself toward her.

She was disgusted; his face was that of a reptile. He
was covered with thick, reflective scales. His beady red eyes
analyzed her like treasure. He floated around her in the void,
mesmerized by her body. His long tongue pushed outward as he took
in the scents of her body like a snake.

She was scared to move. He ripped her shirt, exposing
her breasts, her nipples as hard as rocks, fear and tension causing
them to constrict as tight as humanly possible.

He moved to her jeans, a small laser-blade being used
to cut them off. She could feel the warm tip of the blade run down
her legs as he sliced her Levis off of her. A red line on her skin
was left in its wake. He pulled them furiously, throwing them
outward as they too sucked into the ship above.

His arms were strong. Well-formed biceps, triceps and
pectoral muscles flexed as he pulled her naked body to his scaly
chest, his strength all but crushing her bones. He propelled them
upward with a swimming like motion as they ascended slowly up the
vortex and passed the bay door of the ship. She was his.

Her heart slammed like a jackhammer, threatening to
burst out of her chest at any moment; the emotions racing through
her mind were so poignant she struggled to breathe. A mix of
physical exhaustion and panic racked her body. She went limp and
lifeless in his arms, but her eyes remained open to her interrupted
destiny.

The bay door closed beneath her. To her right was a
giant machine, the organic debris from Earth funneled into it.
Other Aliens were running the machine; it created some kind of
goopy, nutrient dense food source.

They moved higher up into the ship. Three levels up
was a fogged glass door, its bulbous shape protruding outward as
the alien took one of his hands and placed it on it, opening
it.

“Stop!” Veronica yelled, “What do you want with me! I
demand to know!”

She looked into his determined red eyes seeing a
beast of purpose. He ignored her, holding on to her as he entered
the ship.

Her eyes were blinded as he dragged her into a
brightly lit room. Other women from Earth could be seen strapped
into metal contraptions which splayed them wide open. Their bodies
were nude, their arms and legs stretched outward, easily allowing
for the aliens to poke and probe.

They were wrapped in tentacle like creatures as they
screamed; she couldn’t tell if the cries were from fear or
pleasure.