Jaymes' quarters

"This is Tasim-4," the brunette said, and pointed to the green and blue planet on the big screen. Stan reluctantly tore his eyes from her beautiful bubble butt.

"OK..." he said.

"Fertile, clean and independent, it is the capital of the small, but powerful Tainee Empire, ruled by King Assertos XV."

Stan shrugged. He had no interests in the power struggles of Kings and Emperors.

"Until now, they have stayed neutral in the Great War, prospering wildly from trade in this region while our men and women are dying in the battlespace. They have spent their riches well, building a substantial navy, and now they are joining our side."

"Why?" Stan asked. "Why would they do that if they are earning so much from staying neutral?"

"Good question," Captain Jaymes said. "It is our Great Emperor who have convinced them that the War will be won by our glorius Empire. And when the Yzikians fall, the rest of the Galaxy is up for grabs."

"Aha," said Stan, "So King Assertos has decided that it's better to become a subordinate than to be crushed?"

"Exactly," the gorgeous brunette said, "you're not as stupid as I thought."

Stan ignored the comment.

"So why are we going there?"

"Another good question. Well, the Emperor has promised the King one of his young daughters. In this case, Princess Yulia, his 14th child. So..."

"So the chick is aboard this ship?"

"Her Royal Highness is aboard, yes," the hot 29-year-old Space Captain corrected.

"Cool," the modified inmate said. "So... Meea said I was to serve the rest of my sentence directly under Royal Command... am I a ****?"

The Captain looked at him, then turned to the wall, weighing her words.

"Yes. For life, I'm afraid."

Stan shrugged. "That's alright, I guess. Beats mining on Shithole-9 for another six years."

"Yes, I guess so. But there is a crucial point you're missing," the Captain said, coming closer.

"You see, **** wealth and power can give you anything, and I mean anything. A galactic Princess, for instance. Certainly good health. Or body modifications."

"Like you did to me."

"Exactly."

"But..."

"But the Tainees were among the first to leave Earth, all the way back in 2042. Shortly after arriving on Tasim-4, they cut interstellar communications. We don't know why. For two hundred years, they were isolated, evolving away from most of mankind. In the oddest of ways..."

It finally dawned on Stan.

"So what you're saying is..."

"Yes." She whispered, as if she feared eavesdropping. "It is a well-known secret in the Galaxy that the Tainees have... umm... very small penises."

"Like how small are we talking?" Stan said.

"Well, we don't know for sure," Captain Serrah Joamo said, "but from what I hear..." She held out her fingers, 2-3 inches apart.

"Hahah-!" Stan couldn't help but laugh at the poor men of the Tainee Empire, but his laughter was cut short, when suddenly, a thought hit him:

"So why can't they use the same tricks you used on me?" he asked.

The Captain smiled at him.

"Good question. It seems like the Tainees have lost the dormant genes we normally awaken in the procedure. They experimented for a while with stolen nanotech, but soon discovered that it was just an expensive way to kill their test subjects. Even for Empire men, the procedure carries a big risk. Less than 20% survive."

"Alright, I understand," Stan said, blessing his Emperor that he hadn't died in his sleep. Still, he was confused about his own part in this.

"OK, so let me get this straight: you have brought me up here to your fancy space ship, done your thing with me, and now...? What?"

"Before we left the capital, the Queen secretly ordered me to find a way to keep her beloved daughter -- uhm -- satisfied, during her marriage."

She kept searching for the right words.

"You must be very discreet. King Assertos will definitely have you executed if he finds out."

"Aaah, so I'm supposed to bang the chick," Stan said, finally understanding his fate.

Captain Joamo turned away and rolled her eyes.