Singularity 1 Book 3 Red

By James E. Jackson

Following his salvation of the Homo Colossus species, and several other even more endangered species, Wil established an empire that became known as the Celestian Empire after a long naming competition sponsored by Wils and Jens ship, Firefly who turned out to be canny investor. Numerous species on hundreds of planets participated in the competition, with the ten million dollar prize being won by a teen-aged human girl from the original Earth.

The Empire grew powerful under Wils strong leadership. Wil kept his hareem, including his sister Jen, and his great aunt Ruth and his grandmother Glee and his favorite mother, Rika. He had two hundred five mothers in all.

The harem was extended by five additional female giants, Stephanie, Emmanuelle, Constanza, and Arabella and Brigitte. This took the total in numbers to seven hundred twenty five, but the gain from the giants was greater because each was nine meters tall, and each was dedicated to Wil alone. Their brother, Michael, was one meter taller. Not all of the concubines were Wils mothers. Wil made few more girls. Instead, the Imperial Palace rang to the sound of growing boys and girls fathered by him at first, and then by his male offspring. He imported some new boys, humans and Gideonese, but mostly HCs. Amber repaid Aisha, and to some extent Wil, by showing Aisha the secrets of her double vagina. With a specialized womb for boys and another for girls, Aisha at last had real children, of both sexes, fathered by Wil. The last seventeen confiscated concubines joyously took service contracts which pledged lifetime bonds to Wil, although not so strongly as the giants pledge. Male giants were too big to penetrate other species.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Oct 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781493118984

James E. Jackson

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Prologue

Following his salvation of the Homo Colossus species, and several other even more endangered species, Wil established an empire that became known as the Celestian Empire after a long naming competition sponsored by Wil’s and Jen’s ship, Firefly who turned out to be canny investor. Numerous species on hundreds of planets participated in the competition, with the ten million dollar prize being won by a teen-aged human girl from the original Earth.

The Empire grew powerful under Wil’s strong leadership. Wil kept his hareem, including his sister Jen, and his great aunt Ruth and his grandmother Glee and his favorite mother, Rika. He had two hundred five mothers in all.

The harem was extended by five additional female giants, Stephanie, Emmanuelle, Constanza, and Arabella and Brigitte. This took the total in numbers to seven hundred twenty five, but the gain from the giants was greater because each was nine meters tall, and each was dedicated to Wil alone. Their brother, Michael, was one meter taller. Not all of the concubines were Wil’s ‘mothers’. Wil made few more girls. Instead, the Imperial Palace rang to the sound of growing boys and girls fathered by him at first, and then by his male offspring. He imported some new boys, humans and Gideonese, but mostly HCs. Amber repaid Aisha, and to some extent Wil, by showing Aisha the secrets of her double vagina. With a specialized womb for boys and another for girls, Aisha at last had real children, of both sexes, fathered by Wil. The last seventeen confiscated concubines joyously took service contracts which pledged lifetime bonds to Wil, although not so strongly as the giants’ pledge. Male giants were too big to penetrate other species.

Chapter 1

Another Time Another Place

Queen Aisha entered Wil’s personal chamber, her face flushed with excitement. She was a small woman, beautiful of face and with the body to match. She had no body hair. Wil was just plain ugly and short, but all of the girls loved him.

Aisha knelt on the floor at his feet, in her much admired new hareem attire. She preened as she spoke.

It is done, my liege. You now own me totally now, except, at your request, my essence.

Thank you, Aisha. I have waited long to accept your marvelous gift. As for your essence, you carry it well. I do not wish for immortality in myself.

My liege, it is your gift to me that is important.

My gift?

Yes, my liege, other than consenting to protect me and own me almost totally, you have also given me that which I most cherish—our children!

That’s a gift from us to us, Aisha, and Amber did more than I did. You have them till they reach puberty and I get to breed from them after that.

My liege, if that is your choice then it shall be done, but you now have many to satisfy your physical needs. May I suggest that you consider drawing a line beneath your children and mine?

You’re right, Aisha, I need to pull back. Barring certain Queens and their interference, as has happened in the past, we should keep the population under control, and that is my wish, as well as being David’s recommendation.

"So you’ll abolish droit du seigneur?"

Yes, but not all at once, I will have to wind down. There will be several generations before it will affect me.

"No, my liege, it should start with you. Anyone who is an adult now is yours, and the rest should belong within our sisterhood bloodlines, such as my children or Jen’s or Glee’s or Ruth’s or Rika’s. You can have the ones that do not share our bloodlines."

The giants and any giantish children of any generation are mine.

Yes, my liege, but they are special case since they had pre-existing bonds to you. Jill has chosen to take the Giant’s pledge, as have Rika and Becky. I suggest that you allow a small group of us to work this through. I propose Ruth, Glee, Jen, Sara, Stacey, Xara, Gaye, Arly, Trixie, Vivvy, Elfie, and Na… All of us that are on lifetime contracts, which includes most of us or perhaps all.

I know this may be considered quite a few, but we have to represent all of your women at least down to species level. Can you live with that?

"Yes, Aisha, It is all as I would wish it. Could you also set up a team to look at defense and some teams to look at Firefly for defensive and offensive engagements. You’ll need Ben for surveillance and reconnaissance, with Angelique and Zoe to handle any performance enhancements to Firefly, and Georgie and Felicity to keep them in line."

"My liege, you will also have to consider the six thousand women that you acquired on my behalf. Most of them have been placed on different planets around the Empire, but we are now short of men."

That’s good, Aisha, I can keep my hand in for a while longer to make more men with the younger generation of women.

Not only your hand, my liege. This deserves an Elfie reply, but I’ll do my best. I’m so fucking happy for you, and so thrilled to be thought capable of effecting such a drastic change to your bonking habits."

"You’re right, Aisha, Elfie would have done it better. Where is she?"

She is preparing your tea, my liege, and grumbling that you still do mons inspections even though none of us have muffs, an opinion I share.

I’m sorry you told me that. I’d like to hear Elfie’s description.

"I’ll tell you, Majesty—it’s traditional. We have so few traditions that we must cherish each one."

How long have I been the Emperor now?

Four years, my liege. Is it time for liegy weigy to start looking for dentures and spectacles?

No, Aisha, not while he has handie wandies to spank naughty girlsie werlsies. Pop over my knees please, Majesty.

*     *     *

You changed your mind, my liege?

"Yes, Aisha. I’m not in the mood. Come to bed with me instead, darling, I’ll deign to look at one of your children."

"Our children, my liege."

"I think that is good enough for a spanking, Aisha."

*     *     *

He’s getting morose, girls. The only thing that picks him up is full sex with one of us, or one of the giants.

Do you mean the big five?

Sort of. He likes the challenge of making bigger giants. The first ones were 2.4 or 2.7 meter midgets. I’ve had to extend his wand a few times. If it gets much longer he’ll have to carry it in a sack.

Couldn’t you do something at the other end, like re-positioning their clits?

Zoe, that’s a great idea! It shouldn’t be any more difficult than lengthening Willy. It could be good for Marly and Roberta too. He hasn’t been playing with them or sleeping on them since he got the big ones.

*     *     *

We’ll have to find something else for him to do that will get him interested in something additional to sex. That will be hard—he kept porking us through most of the Zod Emperor war, including me.

I remember that. I was another of the ones he screwed. It’s a shame it was such a short war.

"That was the only war in our liege’s time. His grandparents fought a couple centuries ago, but nothing to warrant the expense on defense."

That’s the thing about defense, it’s always seen as a cost and its benefits are played down. If we weren’t prepared, and we were attacked, there would be many more people complaining, and rightly so.

He’s not focused on it as an issue. I wouldn’t go so far as to talk up war, but if our liege won’t do something maybe we can. At present he’s in a ‘talk to the kids’ phase, which won’t last long, and after that he will be back to Jen and Ruth and Glee, and probably Elfie. In any event, it’s all about sex, which gets back to us. I don’t mention Jill or Rika or myself, as he’s always sticking it into us. Maybe it gets cold when he’s not using it.

Could we do something sexy that reminds him of defense, like chase games, with us wearing stockings?

I thank you for that Riana, You and Jen can handle the stockings. Zoe it’s good to have you join us, our liege respects you.

"He respects all of us Aisha. Now that we have more males around he lets me have clothes if I want them. Personally I don’t, not yet anyhow, but if our males go strange I have the option of hiding myself behind clothes. I’m too small to kick them in the nuts, though I guess I could squeeze with my hands. Where I’m going with this is a bit unclear, I’m thinking that we could have chase games or fighting with wooden swords, something that will add to sex, like a prize he can win."

We’ve all given everything we have, Zoe, including the giants, Actually, it’s not so much the giants He says he can’t sleep unless he’s lying on top of one of them.

Don’t their tits get sore?

No, haven’t you seen the size of them? In any case, he alternates between tits and bums.

Wouldn’t that stink?

No, they’re like Elfie and Aisha, Tell her Aisha.

It’s true. He farts a bit, but my girls and I don’t.

So we’re back to what?

"The prize. We haven’t made him win it, don’t you see. It doesn’t matter that he will win eventually, so long as he fights to win, and knows that the fight is worth it."

"That’s great, Zoe! That’s what we want. We can apply pressure through the droit du seigneur. He’s asked us to look into it because we pushed back. We have to make him win. Something along the lines of ‘Thank you my liege, you win, you’ve beaten me down.’"

"Don’t use the same line too often, of course, but we can’t go wrong with sighs and whimpers and plenty of kisses and judicious use of our bums and tits. That might even get us out of trouble after a complete cock-up, so long as you get the sincerity right, but don’t ever refer to fighting or war. That should be his idea."

"He has mentioned it, both offense and defense."

What about the girls who normally practice with hand weapons, the giants and Elfie and her sisters?

I don’t know about them. He’s smitten with both groups, and with you Aisha, and with his humans.

"Xara and her friends also practice with blasters and the Alien girls do it as well. These days, I barely notice the difference between us and the Alien girls. We know he hasn’t porked Xara’s entire group yet. That must be killing him. He’s not good resisting temptation."

That’s good. We know he hasn’t porked them, and we know that he goes to jelly with them. If they got him started, and then resisted a little he’d probably ejaculate and look for someone to catch it. Xara could do that and praise his agility, and then take him outside to show off her assets and her blaster skills.

That might work. He could beat her of course, if her blaster was set to a needle point and his to a fat cone. We can get Elfie to do it as well. The advantage of using Elfie and Rika is that he and they are joined at the hip most times, and he wouldn’t think it strange to have them asking for services all day. Jen has made a good fist of motherhood with him, too. Becky is the same, and he’s still smitten with Cleopatra and Phyrne—he still has this thing about ex-prostitutes. His grannies are also the same. They aren’t really related to him, of course. His only real blood relations are Rika and Erik. I’ll need to suss them out discreetly before we approach them. We’ll need to engage old Tom, and Toby.

Excuse me, who was Jen’s mother?

Jade was, or more accurately, our liege himself in a female persona. She gave the embryo to Rika.

"Far out!

Indeed! Can we get back to business now?

"OK. Tom’s pretty much retired, and Toby is more interested in bonking us. He’s not bad in that department."

I agree, but he has a long, long way to go before he makes it even close to our liege. I wouldn’t discount Tom completely. He still has some of Ethel’s girls that he satisfies completely.

Where did Toby come from?

He’s one of Ben’s, his only son, but he thinks of himself as our liege’s son. Our liege regards Toby as a protégé. I’m more worried about Rok. He couldn’t do it before, and now he’s going nuts. I’ve been told that he’s not much good anyway. We’ll have to set up a roster before he thinks about favorites.

Do you remember that way back, there was mention of Aliens being ‘boxed out or boxed in’?

"Yes. It was boxed in. There’s no point in boxing them out."

That was in relation to the Cosmic Planetary Positioning System. We never followed up on that, because our liege kept finding cute ones.

Well maybe it’s time to look harder. Our liege would go for it, if he thinks there may be some more heart-stoppers.

You’ve lost me. How would more heart-stoppers help?

It’s using fire to put out fire, dummy.

Where could we find one? I thought Aisha had found all of the good ones.

No, she all but stopped at the second millennium on one of the Earths. There are millions of other time-spaces that we haven’t touched.

"What about the place that David mentioned? I think it was called Manoola. It’s located on one of the Earths. Becky would know about it, and Marie and Odette."

So what does that mean for us?

I don’t know, but if the auditor thought it was important enough to mention, we should go there. Angelique has had a look at it, but she was compressing time-space.

"We could do that, apart from the time-space and we could also follow up on the CPPS rumor. There’s also another lead, the one that you mentioned earlier, Aisha, the one that’s on another Earth, the human woman called Natasha. For your benefit, Zoe, She’s one who can kick a man in the balls."

"Who is she?"

"She’s another of the beautiful ones. Aisha keeps trawling for the second millennia ones. This one is recently dead in her time-space, so Aisha thinks she can revive her, with her memories intact. In our time-space, she may well be alive."

Zoe pulled out her reader.

"Look at this—she’s the blonde.

Wow, she really is a stunner. I think she’ll get our liege out of the doldrums. She’s better than Nefertiti!

How’s Nefertiti going, other than that?

She’s doing well. She still has a slight accent, but our liege loves it.

OK, we should pick up Natasha first, so Aisha can work on her, and then go to work on the CPPS leads. There were two of them. One was the boxed-in Aliens, and the other was the possible trunk of the HC species.

I thought we’d found all of them. That’s why we’re here.

No, we’re here because our liege found the contracted numbers of people and species, with our help. We made the cut by only two people, including our liege’s other selves. They’re pure HCs now, a dozen or so of them, and they don’t look like him.

That’s a relief—a woman wouldn’t look great with a monobrow, barring Frida Kahlo. We’ll have to see the whole thing.

"OK, let’s go find her. We should pick her up first, and then follow up on the CPPS leads. Angelique needs a week to finish testing the new spherical version of Firefly. We can start after that."

*     *     *

"Do we have to go through the whole lifetime?"

Yes, shush, we’re rolling—it’s no more than eighty-odd years. They’re all humans, by the way.

*     *     *

Get your filthy hands off my arse, you greasy bastard, or you’ll never use your dangly bits again!

"Got that, Zoe?"

"Yes, I like her. She’s not eighty."

"Of course she’s not dummy, We’re at the beginning!

The shout drew the attention of onlookers to an attractive young woman in her late teens, glaring fiercely at a youth a year or two older.

C’mon, Tash, it was just a bit of fun.

The kind of fun that gets your balls mashed into soup, Smerdon. She emphasized her point with a knee to his groin. As the youth doubled up on the ground, Tasha and her small group of friends stepped over him, laughing as they did so.

A teacher patrolling the grounds spotted the altercation. Natasha Hill, please report to the Principal’s office. Do it now!

"This is boring already."

"You have the attention span of a brain dead gnat. Shush!"

Tasha was no stranger to the Principal’s office. She sauntered across the playground to join the short queue near the door, showing no obvious signs of apprehension. Outside the office, she passed the time texting her friends, occasionally laughing at the interplay. The door opened, and a girl exited, noticeably upset and on the verge of tears. The queue shuffled forward. Tasha’s turn came, and she stood in front of the glass door, still texting as she awaited her call to The Presence.

Enter, please, Miss Hill, I haven’t seen you for a couple days. I thought you may have reformed. What is the problem this time?

He looked at her clothes, the same short red skirt she always wore, and the same white blouse and sneakers. She’d been wearing these clothes for two or three years. They were too big for her when she started wearing them, but she had grown and the clothes hadn’t. He made a note to have a female teacher talk to Tasha about that.

I groined Ian Smerdon, sir.

He thought "Nobody in their right mind could deny that this is a beautiful girl. From her bewitchingly beautiful face to her golden-blonde hair, to her figure that a movie star would envy and on to her long and shapely legs fit to die for, she’s perfect in every way. Why does she have to spoil it all with her bad temper and her foul mouth?"

Sorry, Natasha, I was away with the fairies. What was that again?

Our liege wouldn’t like that.

"I was talking about the real fairies that our liege likes to pork."

I groined Ian Smerdon.

"She did it pretty well, too."

Yes, I was told about that. Why did you do it?

He had his greasy hands on my arse, sir. He can’t get away with doing that to a lady.

Lady? he thought, "You’re no lady Tasha! But then I suppose I’m not always a gentleman."

The Principal forced the image of Natasha’s bottom from his mind. Natasha, I agree with you that Ian should not have done what he did, and I’m sure that you acted on impulse, but you should know by now that the right thing to do is to report the incident to me. You can’t continue taking the law into your own hands, can you?

No, she replied, pausing Sir.

How many times have you been sent to me, counting just this term, for violent behavior toward your schoolmates?

"I don’t know, Sir. But Smerdon’s not a schoolmate, Sir. He’s just a no account prick that can’t keep his hands in his own pockets. I don’t mind if he looks, but if he must use his hands to entertain himself, why doesn’t he play in his pocket?"

The Principal ignored her commentary as he shuffled the papers on his desk.

It’s twenty seven times. You’ve set a new term record.

Do I get a prize?

Don’t try my patience Miss Hill. I will ask your parents to come for an interview. In the meantime, you are suspended for two weeks, starting now.

What about him? He’s the one that should be suspended.

Go now!

What about my bus? You can’t make a young girl walk home by herself, Sir. It could be dangerous.

He thought to himself "Dangerous to the public!"

OK, you can go to your final class for today, and then commence your detention—and by the way, Tasha, what Ian had his hands on was your bottom, not what you said.

Tasha shrugged. What’s the difference? A bottom is the same as an arse or a bum. They’re all where the shit comes from, Sir.

The Principal angrily waved her away.

Her ‘father’, Jonah, took no interest in her schooling, instead delegating that, and most other duties, to his common law wife. As he explained a few hundred times, "I ain’t knocking myself out for some other guy’s bastard child". Tammy shouldered that load, and most others. Privately, Tasha thought that Jonah was a silly name for a man, but it seemed right for her ‘father’ who reminded her of a whale. In her opinion, Tammy was no great shakes as a name for a woman either.

Tasha filled in her time at home texting her enemies at school during classroom hours, which got them into trouble with the texting Nazis, a perfect result. She texted her friends during breaks, or before or after school hours, so that they would not draw the ire of the Nazis.

When she finished her suspension and returned to school, her miserable life changed—for the worse. She immediately got into another fight, with a boy two years her senior whom she didn’t know. Whatever Tasha was, she wasn’t a pushover. She dislocated his left arm, and broke his right.

Tasha thought she was justified in defending herself—the turkey did have his oily greasy paws up her blouse—and the break was only a greenstick after all. The school and social services looked at her record and came to a different conclusion. She asked herself "Do they want me to drag the snotty bastard to them still swinging from my tits?"

"Is anyone not getting her thoughts?"

"I think we’re fine."

"Can we get Aisha to wander about in the setting?"

"No. shut your yap."

"Charming!

This time her detention was for a month, at a juvenile correctional facility. Here, she found respect—among the other detainees at least, and her unseen audience—as her story became known. Fights were not unknown at the facility, and were usually punished by denial of privileges. Tasha had never had privileges before and didn’t even know what they were. Nevertheless, she decided to be a model prisoner, which meant not one that got into fights.

Her life changed again, now for the better. To the surprise of all, especially herself, Tasha succeeded in her restraint, to the point that she was given a week off her time, for ‘good behavior’. Nobody had ever before accused her of good behavior.

She returned home, continuing her run of success by not getting into shouting matches with either Tammy or Jonah, not even when they deserved it which, in her opinion, was most of the time. "It’s boring again, can we fast forward?"

"Behave yourself please. We need to understand her. If she gets a leg in here she’ll be our liege’s favorite."

"How did we get that"?

Ask Angelique She’s the techo. You got it, didn’t you? I don’t know how she does it. I think it’s something to do with nth order interpolation She’d be a few seconds ahead of us anyhow.

So she’s doing it live?"

"Duh!

"Miaou!"

"Stop it! Angie’s been through it before, so she’ll be giving us the latest version."

If you alleged HCs had HC powers, you would understand at least a baby version of telepathy.

It was tougher back at school. She had never been overly sensitive to verbal abuse, but had always retaliated against physical violence, usually with greater violence. She resolved to avoid confrontation wherever possible, and to respond only with like for like if she was subjected to attack. This strategy got her to the end of term without incident. The strain of self-control gnawed her belly, but she persevered. She started to learn things, like reading and writing, and some arithmetic. On one amazing day she got a ‘Most Improved’ merit award, the only one in her life.

The Principal thought "What’s she most improved from—pond life?"

Tammy threw the award into the bin—she had never gotten any kind of award.

Tasha accepted, but ignored, what her English teacher said about her clothes. She thought "Why does this fucking pig ugly dyke care what I wear?"

"Miaou! Again"

"Do we get toilet breaks? I can’t hold it for eighty years and I’ll need to eat."

Esme will bring food, and when you do need to pull the chain, make it snappy you can sleep when they do, unless our liege wants to pork you.

Well you’d be safe,

"Bitch!

In the final term, she made an extra effort, scraping pass marks in every subject and promotion to the next year.

Tasha couldn’t help but notice how Jonah became more attentive to her as she got older. He had ogled her and cuddled her since she reached puberty at age ten, but she thought nothing of it. At age sixteen, she found his attentions irksome. Tammy made no comment, and all of the boys and men she knew were much the same. At age sixteen and a half, she was surprised to find that Jonah wanted more than just a sly look at her assets. When he slipped a hand between her legs, he got more—a fat lip, a bloodied nose, a black eye and a groining that she was proud of—proud enough to boast about it to her friends.

Jonah squeaked I want that bitch out of here!

She thought he looked pretty funny holding his hands clutched over his crown jewels.

Tammy also thought this was all very amusing, until later, when Jonah gave her a beating as a down payment of retribution.

Tasha decided she’d had enough of her family, and of school, but she didn’t have anywhere else to go, or anything else to do in this hick town. She made up her mind to try her luck elsewhere, without knowing where she might find an elsewhere. So she went to the school.

What will you do now, Tash? The inquiry came from her best friend Linda, who was also in trouble.

I don’t know, Lyn. I just know I’ve got to get out of here.

Linda understood.

Tasha thought "You are a beautiful girl. You have an attractive face when you don’t have a black eye, and a perfect figure. You have great legs, and your boobs are something else. If you could keep out of trouble, you could have your pick of men to take care of you."

There’s a big city somewhere around here. Maybe we could find it?

Who do you mean by ‘we’? Do you want to scram too, Lyn?

I wouldn’t mind.

The road past the school goes to the city. My father took me there when I got pregnant. He was angry, too.

Tasha asked What happened to the baby?

Lyn made a gesture like pulling a toilet chain.

Who was the father?

Don’t know. He was a fucking creep friend of my mother’s.

"That sounds like rape to me."

Did you like the sex bit?

It was alright, I guess. It was my first time, so it hurt to start with. Then it was OK.

"Lyn, you’re doing this all wrong!"

Did he do it again?

No, I never saw him again. Mum got mad when she saw the blood on the sheets, and never let him into the house after that. How do you think she knew it wasn’t the curse? I might have just forgotten to put in my plug.

Do you still do it with other guys?

Yeah, but they have to pay up front. I only do it when I need the cash. The money’s good—I can make twenty bucks a time! We’d make more in the city.

Tasha thought "That might be OK for you, Lyn, but I can’t say that I would want to be a hooker. It would have to be the most fucking crappy sort of life, with nothing except creepy Johns fucking you for the rest of your life."

She said. I don’t have money, and we don’t have a car. How can we get to the city?

We could ride our thumbs.

OK, let’s do it. We can meet here in a couple hours or so. Give us time to pack.

Tasha crept into Tammy’s house, and stole some money from Tammy and Jonah. She packed some underwear in a plastic bag from the local seven eleven, along with her mostly empty purse. Lyn was late getting to the meeting place, arriving with a fresh black eye.

"Another one of