The Grand Tour

Queen Myrrah walked down the long hallway, Anya not far behind with the 2 Theron Guardsmen enforcing her to follow. They took a lift down to the lower decks where the light became more and more dim. “You have a great opportunity in front of you my dear,” the Queen spoke, “The world is changing in the favor of our kind. Peace shall finally come to Sera. And the domination of Humans over the Locust is at an end.” Anya just listened in. She was looking for a way out, a moment to make her escape.

As the doors opened at their final destination, she shoved her way past the Queen making a break into the unknown. What she saw next stopped her dead in her tracks. “My gods…no!” Anya said as she looked around the room in horror. “These…experiments…abominations.” What she saw was human females of Sera all in various stages of mutation. All of them were naked and their lower halves cocooned. “What….is …this?” Anya asked as the Queen simple strode up to her with a large smile. ”This isn’t a temple…it’s a goddamn breeding facility!”

“This is the answer my dear. The answer to the repopulation of Sera. What you and the COG have taken from us….we will simply take from you,” Myrrah said as she put her arm around Anya. “Think about it. We will no longer have to rely on the wild Berserker Locust for production, but instead use the ample female population of Sera’s humans. A win-win….for all of us.”

Anya hung her head down, her eyes staring at her hands enslaved. With the Locust able to repopulate faster than the humans, the odds of them winning this war for The surface of Sera became a lot slimmer.

Queen Myrrah pointed to various females at different stages, “They are all becoming part of a better world for Sera. Some are lower breeders, good for the lower caste what you would call ‘Drones’ or ‘Wretches’. Some my dear…,” she said as she stroked Anya’s blond locks, “…will be made to breed our special stock. But that all depends on you darling.”

“I’m giving you a choice. Refuse us and be **** into submission as the breedmare for the lower caste. Or join us… and help us repopulate the Elites as a Locust Princess, higher than all but me in the royal chain.”

Anya contemplated her choices. Should she defend humanity, continue to fight the Locust, and possibly become a breeding ground for the low caste, or should she turn on her own people, submit to the Queen’s will, and become the Locust Princess?