In a Galaxy, far, far away, there was a peaceful planet called Devia. On this planet lived a young man called Carl and his family.

This planet was invaded and overwhelmed in a surprisingly quick time by an army of sinister humanoid warriors. Leaving a devastated landscape and the civilisation in ruins, our young man is herded by the soldiers, with thousands of others, into an enormous transport ship. Men and women were segregated for an unknown, but ominous purpose.

With all other members of the family missing, believed killed, Carl and his mother have little time left together. On the urgings of his mother, he assumes the appearance of a girl in a vain attempt to remain with her.

The invaders seem to believe it...

but then the nightmare begins!

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The Legal Stuff: The Rats of Hell © 2009, 2010 Tanya Allan
 
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Chapter 7
 
 
The six of us met in a small room that had been an office in happier days. Homemade oil lamps flickered but gave sufficient light. The furniture was intact, so we had a plan of the spaceport on the table, drawn by two of the soldiers who had spent a month and a half lying in cover obtaining as much intelligence as possible. Seth gave us our briefing, using a roughly drawn map of the spaceport.

“There are three main areas to the port. The holding-area; where the craft land, are emptied, refuelled and filled prior to leaving. Any large-scale repairs to ships are conducted here, or in the case of badly damaged ships, in orbit at a specially designed space station. This area is the maintenance area, where repairs are conducted on all motors and smaller units. Lastly, this area here is the residential area. There are four blocks, each containing apartments, rooms and recreational areas.

“The bars, brothels, restaurants and such-like are all situated in the basement areas of the blocks. Our plan, such as it is, is to find some accommodation, set up a base and just try to blend. If we can get jobs, so much the better, for we know that itinerant workers seem to come and go all the time.”

I stuck up a hand.

“Yes, Carla?”

“Won’t there be a record of who comes off what ship?”

It was Max, one of the soldiers, who answered me. “Our observations seem to say no. Most ships’ crews tend to stay on their ships, but workers seem to arrive on one and leave on another whenever they fancy.”

“How easy will it be to blend?” I asked.

“For the last couple of weeks, we tried and succeeded. No one is that bothered about anyone else. There’s a central pay office, where you register for work. They pay in credits, which can be exchanged for gold coins called Marks when you are about to ship out. Gold is still the universal currency all over the Galaxy. However, a large percentage of the people don’t register. Their work isn’t related to the aliens, but to the welfare of the workers. These, like the girls in the whorehouses, get paid directly in the same gold, but by the workers and not by the aliens. Judging by what I saw, it is possible for a manual worker who welds all day to earn enough in six months to set himself up for the rest of his life.”

“You see, the aliens obviously steal the gold in the first place, so it costs them nothing. The people who leave simply go to a free planet and wait for the invasion before moving on to another,” Gustav explained.

I stuck my hand up again.

“This may seem daft, but they’re not going to like us rolling up dressed as soldiers from conquered planets, are they?”

“We’ve secured some clothes that appear to be the norm. We even managed to liberate a number of gold coins in a game of cards,” Max explained, with a chuckle.

He held up a diaphanous affair, which seemed to be a pair of slim straps attached to some fluffy black gauze.

“We saw this and thought of you, Carla.”

“In your dreams!” I said, secretly wondering what it would be like to wear feminine clothes for a change.

The laughter subsided and the briefing continued. The team would enter, attempt to blend and settle into the system, such as it was. The remainder would remain in the zoo, wait for ten days and then send a second team of six to make contact and if possible and practical, move in and adapt to the enclave. With twelve inside, the remainder infiltrate gradually, and as it was safe to do so.

Gustav brought things to a close. “We are under no illusions and under no time constraints. Once we cease operations against the aliens, they will either conclude we have been destroyed or have disappeared, either way, we must focus on our next goal, which is to get the hell of this damn planet.”

We were each handed a bundle of clothes and other personal effects. I noted that the frilly clothes were in my bundle, as was a pouch of alien artefacts.

“What’s this, Max?”

“Make up, we thought you and Shelley should have some.”

I stared at the small pouch, dimly aware that Shelly was making strange squeaking noises, which I took to mean she was pleased. I went over to where she was eagerly going through the tubs and tubes.

“Shell?”

“What? Isn’t this great?”

“I’ve never worn makeup.”

She looked at me in amazement. “Didn’t you go to a harvest festival?”

“Yeah, I did, and dances and stuff, but, look, I just never wore it, okay?”

“What else you got?” she asked, peering inquisitively at my bundle.

I showed her, and she seemed slightly jealous of a couple of items.

“Come on, let’s get dressed. I’ll help you with your face.”
 
 
Coveralls seemed the general clothing of the moment for those in the space port, but the women did wear feminine attire, particularly those who worked horizontally, in a professional capacity. I was content to select a black set of coveralls, with some black underwear that seemed to be made of a very slinky material.

“That’s real silk! Have you any idea how rare it is?”

“It feels nice,” I said.

“You’re wearing a year’s salary, just on your boobs!”

“Oh.”

“Sit still and watch me in the mirror, I’ll do your face.”

It was like watching an artist at work, for the old me with whom I was now familiar disappeared under her deft fingers. The new me was a very different creature, but one with whom I felt rather uncomfortable.

“Shit, Carla, you’re stunning, girl!”

Shelley brushed out my hair, which I normally kept tied up in a ponytail.

“I know you joked about being a whore, but I reckon with a face and body like yours, you could be earning more money than the rest of us.”

I picked up the flimsy dress Max had teased me with. Shelley helped me work out how to put it on. I looked at myself in the broken mirror. I certainly didn’t look anything like Carl any more.

My next thought was whether Otto would like me looking like this. I was soon to find out, for he came in to see where we’d got to.

“Carla, are you……Mein Gott!”

He stood there with his mouth open, so I posed for him, flashing my ridiculously heavy eyelashes.

“Well, Otto, you think you could afford me?”
 
 
For the first time that I recalled, he was lost for words. I felt an amazing feeling of euphoria at being acceptable as a normal girl. Shelley giggled and left us alone.

It sobered me, that thought.

I was a girl.

I wasn’t Carl any more and never would be — ever again. I’d not thought of myself in those terms before, because every day was a struggle simply to survive. Now, however, there was a glimmer of hope that we might actually manage to find a decent life beyond this existence.

I was a girl.

My future was as a girl.

I started to cry, but for the life of me, I had no idea why.

Otto had his arms around me and crushed me to his sizeable chest. Just being in his arms stopped me crying, but then he kissed me, making all those other feelings return. I wriggled out of his grasp.

“I’m sorry, I just felt normal for the first time in my life!”

It was true. For my life as Carl had been okay, but filled with the insecurities of adolescent life. I felt all-woman now, and I was strangely content. It dawned on me then - I no longer wanted to go back to being Carl. I was Carla.

“You look too beautiful. You mustn’t wear so much makeup, they’ll treat you like a whore.”

“I’m your whore, Otto. I want to be all yours!”

Smiling, he nodded. “Then we stay together, you as my woman, okay?”

“On one condition.”

“What?” he asked with a frown.

I moved in close to him again, placing my hand against his groin, stroking him through his pants.

“If I’m your woman, I want what’s in there.”

Bending his head, our lips met, as I snaked my arm behind his head, allowing our kiss to take me to places of which I had only dreamed.

I felt his strong hands on my buttocks, tightly gripping me. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he took his right and my virginity. But it wasn’t to be quite yet, for we had to cover a lot of ground in the next few hours.

I took off the dress and pulled on the coveralls, wiping some of the makeup from my face. We all kept a few side arms, and Otto had his beloved TR3000, a multi-purpose weapon with six different functions, driven by a miniature fission cell pack.
 
 
One by one, we slipped into the compound, where we split up into groups of three. I was with Otto and Seth, while Shelley, Roj and Gustav followed a little distance behind us.

Otto casually draped his arm proprietarily around my shoulders, which I enjoyed, as we made our way through the maintenance area towards the living area.

We saw a small group of red-soldiers manning an exit, but apart from them, saw no sign of the enemy at all. However, I found it incredibly disconcerting to be amongst humans again, humans who didn’t abide by our rules, and humans who were as much our enemies as the aliens themselves.

Our attire and general appearance was very much in character, and so I felt we at least looked in keeping with our new surroundings. As I was between the two men, I was spared the indignity of being accosted, for my large and powerfully built escort made it very plain to whom I belonged.

Seth, having taken on the mantle of my father, was equally protective, but I still found it a worry to be quite so openly appraised and leered at by so many men. We made it to the living quarters, and spent some time seeking the most appropriate place to live. The few coins we had weren’t enough for more than a few nights and some food for about a week, so the first task would be to get some more money.

The rent on a four-roomed apartment was very high, but Seth bartered and managed to settle for a week up front for half our meagre coins. I think the clerk had it in mind to bring me into the equation, but seeing Otto’s expression, he wisely decided against voicing his opinion.

Roj and the others met up with us once we’d secured the key and we all moved in.

There was no discussion, Shelly had a room, Otto and I had a room, while the other three could fight over the remainder.

I looked at the sagging double bed and grey sheets. It was hardly luxurious, but to me, used to the squalor of the last couple of years, it looked amazing. I also thought of sharing it with Otto, so that in itself was exciting.

“We go and find some jobs. Stay here, Carla.”

“We all need to work, as it’ll bring in more income, and help us get everyone here sooner.”

Reluctantly he agreed, so we set off to see what we could find. Otto was probably only good as a doorman or bouncer in the bars, while Seth headed for the official pay office, to register as an engineer.

Roj and Gustav went with Seth, leaving Otto with us two girls. Within moments of being on the street, he was approached and offers were made for either us singly or as a pair. It became apparent that our looks were far above the average in this neck of the woods. In order to avoid being taken for a pimp, he pulled us into the nearest bar.

Big Mistake!
 
 
Dancing topless on a small stage were two middle-aged women, whose figures were in a late stage of decay. Otto, realising that this was a mistake was about to turn and leave, when the owner saw us.

“Hey man, how much for them both?” he asked, coming over, and almost forcing us into a booth. He was a disgusting example of manhood, overweight, balding, with a prominent nose and missing teeth. His breath stank of something long dead and his grubby hands settled on my bum rather too quickly.

“They aren’t for sale,” Otto grumbled, pulling us away from his clutches.

The man ordered some beers, as I stared in amazement at the bottle of cold brew that appeared so ordinary, and yet as an object was more alien than anything else I’d seen in ages.

The man laughed, sliding into sit next to Shelley with a toothless grin.

“When did you guys ship in?” he asked.

“Yesterday.”

He nodded, as there had been three vessels arrival, so it was reasonable.

“I’m Cappo.”

“That’s nice. I’m Otto; the girls are Carla and Shelley.

“Okay what deal are you after?”

“Deal?” asked Otto.

“Oh come on, you don’t come waltzing in here with the finest skirt on the sodding planet without a deal, what do you want?”

I could see Otto needed help, so stepped in.

“We dance, he protects our interests. We do four hours a day, for ten marks a day, each. No sex with punters, and not nude.”

The man looked at me, so did Otto and Shelley.

“Ten marks? No way, sister. I’ll give you five a piece.”

“Then we go somewhere we’ll be appreciated,” I said, draining my beer, which, incidentally, was absolutely delicious.

“Hang on, I’m sure we can work something out,” the man said, eyeing Otto’s TR3000 with suitable unease.

“Ten a day, each, and you get me thrown in for nothing!” Otto said.

“You? What the fuck do you do?”

Otto grinned evilly. “I make things go away. Bad things, like drunks, fights and people who interfere with my women.”

Cappo’s eyes half closed as he weighed up the potential. I could see his brain working hard. We could bring new trade to a sleazy establishment, and with a mean looking bastard like Otto keeping house, he’d be sure of less breakages and disruption to make more money than ever. It didn’t take him long.

“Done!” he said, thrusting a filthy hand over the table. “You start tonight, in an hour!”

He left us, shouting at the other two unfortunate women that they were fired. Giving us filthy glances, the two women hurriedly dressed and left as quickly as they could.

“How much is ten marks, anyway?” Shelley asked.

Otto smiled. “About a week’s wages in the workshops.”

“Do we need some clothes?” I asked.

Otto looked at me. “Just a clean pair of panties, you daft woman!”
 
 
So, we returned to the apartment, to find the others had not returned. I scribbled a note for them to come to the Screwdriver Inn when they got back. I had my first shower for a very long time, using as much precious soap as I could. Otto wanted to join me, but I locked the door. It was one complication too many.

Shelly made up my face again, before doing her own.

“Why did you volunteer for us to dance? How often have you danced almost naked for men to stare at you?” she asked.

“Never, but it can’t be that hard. Just wiggle our bums and tits and promise something they’ll never get.”

“I thought you were a naíve little girl, but you constantly surprise me.”

“I am a naíve little girl, but I’m also desperate to get off this hell-hole. Can you think of a better way to earn enough to get things happening?”

I dressed in my dress and silk underwear. Shelly wore something in crimson that looked that it would disintegrate in a mild breeze.
 
 
Cappo had already posted crude billboards advertising NEW YUNG WOMIN WITH BIG TITS up and down the walkway near his bar. I started getting a severe case of the seconds.

Otto, still carrying his TR3000, sat on a barstool very close to the stage, where he could run interference against anyone he felt was a threat. With a beer in his hand and a grim look on his face, he watched us as we made a start.

The music came from a dilapidated player that used digital memory retaining over fifty thousand songs from most of the known galaxy. There were a few I knew, plus Shelly knew some, so we selected the ones with a definite rhythm.

Taking two barstools as props, we started to dance, or at least sway and grind in time with the music.

I lost the dress, and continued in my bra, knickers, stockings and new, very painful high-heeled shoes.

It was an unreal experience, seeing fifty plus males all staring no higher than my chest. After only a few minutes, there seemed to be a crowd of over a hundred men. Otto lost the beer and was cradling his TR3000 with some menace in his eyes. Once I got used to the situation, I found it quite exhilarating that all these men were engrossed at what I looked like. I switched myself onto autopilot and lost myself in the music. Occasionally, Shelley and I would come together an in a pseudo-lesbian embrace, managed to lure catcalls and cheers from the punters. We did half an hour on stage, with a ten-minute break, and then another half an hour, for four hours.

There was a brass spittoon on the edge of the crude stage. Every now and again one of the men would put something into it. I cautiously looked and saw some coins. As a result, we’d give the donor a few minutes exclusive wiggles as close as we dared, this proved popular, so out ‘tips’ increased accordingly.
 
 
Towards the end of the evening a very tired and rather shocked group came in. It was our three friends.

They stood, mouths open, staring as Shelly and I wiggled our naked breasts together and thrust our scantily clad bums at the crowd.

They eventually sat down with a beer and gaped in disbelief at us.

In the middle of the last act, a drunken spacer decided he wanted to touch. He never got closer than two metres before Otto grabbed him and literally threw him out of the door. In itself, it wasn’t too mean a feat, until one appreciates that the man weighed 200 lbs and was a good six inches taller than my Marine.
 
 
After the music ended, Shelly and I left the stage and returned to the small room that passed as a dressing room. Otto posted himself outside our door, refusing entry to even Cappo until we were decent.

The greasy bar-owner seemed delighted, paying us twenty Marks without a quibble, then handing the spittoon to Otto for him to retrieve the tips, which came to another sixteen Marks.

“Same time tomorrow?” he asked.

“Five days on, two days off,” I said.

“Two days off? Why do you need two days off?”

“To rest.”

He was about to argue, but after glancing at Otto, he shrugged and agreed. Cappo couldn’t hide his grin; after all, he’d just had the best evening in many months.
 
 
We left our dressing-room and joined the others in the bar.

Seth was almost speechless with anger, while the others grinned lewdly at us until they caught Otto’s expression.

Eventually, the thirty-six Marks went some way to dispel Seth’s anger, as Otto had been right when he estimated the salary for an engineer. He still muttered about a ‘wholly inappropriate way of earning a living.

It took us four weeks to establish ourselves. Shelly and I were physically fitter than we’d been in ages, with the exercise and better food. We’d even refined our routine to get maximum tips, aided by watching vids of strippers and dancers from other planets. Our average evening, we’d make over forty Marks, which accelerated our plans considerably.

The others managed to get jobs, except Otto, who wasn’t about to let us out of his sight. There was a complication after he’d sorted out a bar fight, as the two instigators waited for him in an alley outside. He killed one and damn nearly killed the other when they ambushed us on the way back to the apartment.

The local quasi-police came down and dragged the bodies away before the soldiers could attend. The grizzled police chief took one look and offered Otto a job on the spot.

“I’m Brant Greeb. I heard about you, I could do with men with your skills. Were you a soldier?”

“Marine,” said Otto, perhaps foolishly.

“With an accent like that, Gorran V?”

Otto nodded.

“What’s your name?”

“Otto.”

“She yours?” Brant asked, staring unashamedly at my breasts.

“Ja.”

“Nice. Do you want the job?”

“What’s the pay and hours?” Otto asked.

“Five Marks a day, and a day is eight hours. You get free food and accommodation if you need it.”

“What about my woman?” he asked, looking at me.

“What about her?”

“I have to protect her while she dances.”

“I can see why. Okay, you have a choice, then, either 2200 to 0600 or 0600 to 1400.”

“I’ll take the early shift. When can I start?”

“Tomorrow, 0600. Move your woman and your stuff into the police apartments by the station.”

Brant nodded vaguely at my tits again and left us alone in an empty alley.
 
 
We hurried back to the apartment to find the others worried about our lateness. There was relief when we appeared, followed by alarm when Otto told them of what had transpired. Seth felt it was too high a risk. I disagreed.

“No! This is a good opportunity to establish ourselves. We need to find more accommodation, in any case, as we can afford to start bringing others in now. If Otto and I move out and we rent another couple of apartments, we should be able to gradually increase numbers over the next few weeks. It should be possible to house everyone soon.”

“But with Otto in the police, it’s too high a profile,” Seth insisted.

“No, it's good, because I'll be accepted as part of the establishment. It could be very useful,” Otto said. Seth backed down, but I could tell he wasn’t convinced.

“Look, Seth, with Carla and I bringing in over two hundred marks a week, Otto will bring in twenty five, but with no rent, so with all the others we should have enough to have everyone in here with just a few weeks, isn’t that what we wanted?” Shelly asked.

Seth nodded, slightly reluctantly. “Okay, but be careful. We’ve seen several policemen killed in the few weeks we’ve been here.”

“Hell, we’ve seen more killed in the bar fights. This place is not safe at all,” said Otto with a grin.

Seth looked at Max.

“Tomorrow return to the bunker and bring another six, okay?”

Max nodded, pleased we were now actually in business.

Otto and I packed our meagre belongings and moved out of the apartment, to move into an apartment above the police station. It was a two-roomed apartment, with a big bed in one and a small kitchen/sitting room next to it. The bathroom was tiny but the shower worked. I loved it as it was our first home.

He took my virginity that night.
 
 
As we snuggled together, I knew that there was no way that I was going to wait any longer. I had secured several condoms and so as I stroked him into the appropriate condition, I rolled one onto him. He was surprised, but as I pushed him onto his back and mounted him, his surprise gave way to pleasure. As I sank onto him, feeling him penetrate me so completely, I felt so wonderfully female and content.

I gasped as I felt a little pain, but it soon dispersed, leaving me feeling impaled and gloriously attached to the man I loved.

“Carla,…”

“Shh, just fuck me!”

Actually, that first time was a little disappointing, for he was so quick that I never really achieved anything.

I rode him briefly, but his face contorted and then he arched his back, driving himself deep inside me as he came.

“Already?” I asked, disappointed.

“Sorry, but I haven’t had it for so long!”

I arched my eyebrows. “Oh yes, so when was the last time?”

“Before I was taken.”

I was immediately jealous of this unknown woman - at least I hoped it was a woman. Then I felt guilty for feeling jealous, so I got off him, as his flaccid penis escaped from the condom, spilling his seed onto his belly. I snuggled against him.

“What was she like?” I asked.

“Like you, young and blonde. Actually, I can’t remember her face.”

“What was her name?”

“Is it important?”

I shrugged. “Probably not.”

“I can’t remember.”

“Liar. Everyone remembers their first time.”

“It might not have been my first time,” he teased.

I immediately felt young and naíve, so my expression of hurt must have been obvious.

“Her name was Eva, and her father worked with my father.”

“Did you love her?”

“Is that important?”

“Yes.”

“I thought I did, yes.”

“Then she was very lucky.”
 
 
We lay together, with me thinking about Eva and wondering what had happened to her. That led me to think about my own family, which was a mistake.

I cried a little, which confused Otto, so I had to tell him what I was thinking about. This led to him cuddling me, which led to me becoming aroused again, which led to me taking his penis in my mouth until he was hard again.

This time I was on my back and he took ages to climax. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect the sensations and feelings that I experienced then. I’d heard a little about multiple orgasms, but that didn’t describe what I felt. He brought me to a peak, but kept me there so I simply had one orgasm that lasted about five minutes. I was crying and laughing with pleasure at the end, as he kissed my breasts making me flood our conjoined genitalia with warm juices that simply added to the animalistic feel of the whole experience. When he finally came and withdrew before he became flaccid, I quickly whipped the condom from him and took him in my mouth so I could taste him.
 
 
We made love several times that night, and so when I finally slept, it was the sated sleep of sexual gratification that I enjoyed. I never heard him leave me in the morning, but awoke to find him gone.
 
 

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End of Part 5
 
 
To Be Continued...