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Dominion: Anthology 1
Dominion: Anthology 1
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The Dominion Anthology collects five stories showcasing an alternate reality in which a virus engineered by the AmaTech conglomerate is unleashed on humanity, transforming women into powerful, aggressive amazons. The result is full-on wrestling and mixed martial arts domination as these brawny, beautiful women waste no time putting their male opponents in their place - in the ring and the bedroom!

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBad Grrls
Release dateFeb 27, 2014
ISBN9781311112231
Dominion: Anthology 1
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Roger Downs

Roger Downs writes fiction focusing on amazonian protagonists who are as powerful as they are beautiful.

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    Dominion - Roger Downs

    DOMINION: Anthology 1

    Roger Downs

    Copyright 2014 Roger Downs

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    Foreword

    The following collection of stories presents the origin of an alternate universe, one which sees the creation and unleashing of the Dominion virus, a potent pathogen that forever alters the balance of power between the genders. Contained within this anthology are five tales, the first presenting the creation of the virus, and the remainder illustrating cases of life after the fact. The majority are set inside the realms of professional wrestling and mixed martial arts, so if that’s to your taste then you’re in luck. A word of warning: There are explicit sexual situations and adult language herein, so be aware if you are easily offended by such things. For those who aren’t, I hope you enjoy this publication, and if you would like to pass along your reactions to it, please do so at badgrrls@gmail.com.

    Legitimate owners of the work may also receive a high-resolution electronic version of the cover artwork upon request.

    Table of Contents

    DOMINION

    It Takes a Thief

    The Queens of Combat

    Double Trouble

    An Indecent Proposition

    DOMINION

    Urinalysis had never been of much interest to Dr. John Keller, and his drooping eyelids told him he hadn't changed.

    Most of his colleagues at the American Research Conference seemed to concur; apathy hung over the two hundred and twelve doctors and scientists present in the auditorium like a damp blanket. He shifted to find comfort as Franz Goebels vividly detailed relating pH balances to diet and kidney function, using projected charts and graphics to drive home his various points. Of all the speakers to lead off the conference, Keller wondered why the ARC had chosen so uninvolving a presentation. It was hard enough for him to endure the thought of the parade of stuffed shirts and drab personalities that would inevitably appear, but his late night of beer and spades with a development group from Palo Alto had left him wishing he'd stayed under covers at the Ramada until after lunch.

    Goebels began tracing a diagram of the urethral tract with a telescoping pointer, prompting Keller to rub his face and yawn. Slumping lower and crossing his arms, he decided the moment was right to close his eyes for a second. Just for a second...

    Dr. Keller?

    Keller's eyes blinked open, to find the auditorium quiet and mostly empty. Stiffness had set into his legs and lower back, and a curtain of fatigue lay over his body. That he'd fallen asleep didn't surprise him; that he'd fallen asleep for hours was another matter. He hadn't intended to ignore all the speakers, especially the lecturer from Loyola Marymount; Keller was interested in toxic bacteria, and he hoped the man had had to postpone his presentation.

    He looked to his right, where the voice had come from. Two women in corporate issue skirts and business jackets stood there, smiling. The closest one, a slender blonde with thick hair and green eyes, was holding herself by the arms. A dark featured Hispanic woman stood behind her, a little to her right; she was well over six feet tall, and broad across the shoulders. He decided if they'd been giving the speeches, he'd have been awake the whole time.

    Dr. Keller, repeated the blonde, I'm sorry to wake you, but I need a moment of your time.

    He inhaled and pulled straight in his seat; his watch read 12:11. Jesus. He rubbed his face with his hands. Don't be sorry. I never should have dropped off like that.

    That's okay. You look like you had a rough night.

    He stood, straightening his stiff legs and back. Well, that's my fault, too. Don't guess there's much to be done about it now.

    My name is Rebecca Lane, and this is my associate, Lisa Santiago. He shook hands with them; Lisa's grip was almost painful. I'm currently working on a project that would benefit from your expertise. I'd like to talk with you about it over lunch.

    He shrugged. Well, sure. I'm a little shy on funds right now, but I can manage Mickey D's or--

    She shook her head. I'm not much into Happy Meals, Dr. Keller. I've made reservations at Spago's -- and I'm footing the bill.

    He decided his good karma had reached unprecedented levels. Your wheels or mine?

    Muscle enhancement through recombinant DNA application? Keller stabbed his Chicken Kiev with his fork and swallowed a bite. Spago's was bustling with noise and movement, as the waiters rushed to serve the lawyers, doctors, and various other upwardly mobile professionals who could afford to look at the menu. Interesting, but I think there's a group at Johns Hopkins that's trying something similar. Have you asked them for help?

    Rebecca waved her hand in seeming indifference, and returned to dicing up her chef's salad. They're on a different tangent. I moved past their theories months ago.

    I see. Nearby, a waiter collided with a busboy, sending a tray of water glasses and silverware crashing onto a table of businessmen. Well, to be perfectly blunt, what can I do for you? I deal with viruses, and that doesn't seem related to your plans.

    Not true. She washed down a helping of lettuce and cheese with a sip of Evian. "I've gone as far as I can with my testing, Dr. Keller, and I now know I can significantly

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