Nyssa arrived on Earth and tried to gather her bearings quickly. Looking at the rows of books surrounding her from floor to ceiling, her travel bracelet had placed her in a library. Between stacks, the commander waited a few minutes, watching students pass by. They were of university age, and she realized that the sleeper she needed was on this campus. Perfect.
The Kingdom’s youngest Commander began to casually walk through the stacks towards a set of doors at the far end. In her early thirties, the rising star of the Kingdom’s military wore her long red hair back in a ponytail. The slight tan most inhabitants of the Kingdom wore gently glistened her face, bringing out the features of her small mouth and deep green eyes.
Not used to wearing clothing besides the honorary headband she wore to signify her status as commander, Nyssa had programmed into her travel bracelet the clothing which her previous reconnaissance had stated many women of her life span wore. Patterning her outfit after the woman she had made love to while checking up on Cordelia a year before, a green dress hung loosely down to her ankles. Her lack of modesty led her to chose something looser; she was proud of her large breasts, but found the wearing of tight clothing to highlight them only befitting of the most mindless drone. A pair of sandals adorned her feet, which she found pleasant despite the strangeness of wearing footwear in public.
Near the exit doorway, the red haired commander was pleased to find two beautiful young women surrounded by books. Obviously, they were doing some kind of research. From the contents of the open pages, it looked like some kind of Earth science. How wonderful to find beautiful women on Earth engaged in intellectual discourse!
Pleased to find two beautiful, feminine, young women doing research, Nyssa stopped in front of them and paused for a moment. Quickly, she found a reason to speak to them, directing her inquiry to her fellow redhead. “Excuse me, do you have the time?” Her fingers kneaded the faculty name tag hanging around her neck. It had been doctored with special paper that would make it recognizable to anyone who read it.
She smiled at the young redhead, who took her glasses off to wipe her eyes before answering from her cell phone. “Oh, it is around 2:30,” she paused and leaned a little forward, bringing Nyssa’s gaze to a nice pair of breasts snug in a turtleneck, “Professor...Nyssa? Are you new?”
Nyssa smiled at the young lady, and then at her pixie sized friend, whose adorable short dark hair cut made her look very androgynous. “Yes, I am going to be starting this summer.” She thought of Cordelia’s major. “...in the Gender Studies’ department.”
The red haired commander internally sighed at the two women’s lack of apprehension or annoyance. She leaned over a bit towards the redhead, spying her book. “What are you studying for?” Nyssa noticed her name was Rebeka.
Rebeka smiled and then yawned. “We have a final in a psychics course tomorrow morning. Looks like another all-nighter, you know? Well, anyhow, we should get back to work. I hope I get to take a class with you, Professor Nyssa.”
I hope I get to bury your face in my cunt Nyssa nodded and gave an awkward wave to the women before heading towards the door. She stopped by a garbage can at the door and pulled a pad out of her bag. She fumbled about a bit, not used to not being able to just grab something out of sub space. Without drawing anymore attention to herself, she took a few notes about the young women and had her pad take a few discrete pictures of the redhead. Nyssa derived such joy watching a few Earth women, after hearing such a poor report from Princess Cordelia, work together to solve problems. Rebeka, she quickly decided, would make a wonderful scientist for their Kingdom. Later, it would be prudent to return so her life path could be a bit, she giggled, altered. A beautiful, intelligent woman like her deserved a life devoted to the sciences.
After leaving the library, Nyssa walked across campus and headed out the main entrance. A short walk later, she sat down in a coffee shop and ordered a black coffee and a sandwich. While waiting for her order to come up in the queue, she observed two teenager girls sitting in the coffee shop a few tables to her right. The teens were what would be translated into English as “bimbos.” They laughed and gossiped about material possession, whether clothing, phone, or person.
Nyssa was always fascinated by the consumer cultures she encountered on various planets. Earth’s seemed particularly destructive. These girls would spend their lives devoted to spending, consuming, and conforming to a patriarchal standard. When her coffee and sandwich was served, she smiled at the young woman and paid with the American money given to her before she left the Kingdom.
The red haired commander didn’t want to sound like a typical astonished traveler of the galaxy, but she couldn’t believe how clothed the servers were! What a confusing world. How had Princess Cordelia survived? Without her memories, Nyssa presumed, she didn’t have much choice. Looking up at the television in the corner, she could confirm Cordelia’s statements about their media. A dark haired, obviously queer, woman was on the television discussing the recent changes this country’s president had implemented. This intelligent, intriguing, woman was painted up like a drone would be. Nyssa was disgusted. She’d decapitate anyone who dared even think of her doing such a thing. What savages.
Listening to the vapid exclamations of the girls’ to her right about their spending habits led Nyssa to confirm she had found her targets. Droning these useless idiots would, honestly, be a service to them. Instead of maturing to be some man’s accessory, they would be proper servants of the Empire. The blond with the tight pink shirt would serve especially well in Nyssa’s home. However, the redhead also noticed that the young lady seemed a bit disinterested in her other friend’s vapid outpourings. Perhaps there could be hope for her yet. She entered the two girls’ information into her tablet and left the coffee shop.
Outside the coffee shop, Nyssa walked down the street back towards the university. A male student walked by and stared at her breasts while walking past. Resisting the urge to stab him right there, she entered the university gates again and sat down on a bench. Opening her tablet again, she commanded it to locate the nearest sleeper agent. Two came up: an administrator in a building across campus and a graduate student in the apartments on that side of campus. The graduate student’s status was adjusted from “sleeper” to “active” and Nyssa waited patiently for the girl to arrive.
In the small apartment building set aside for graduate students, Sayhra, a beautiful Iranian student in the mid-twenties, activated from sleeper status. Upon hearing the song in her mind, the dark haired girl stopped, froze, and then stood up from her desk. Her thesis research was forgotten as she quickly dressed, checked her makeup, and forgot about her work completely. Dressed in a tight turtleneck that hugged her breasts, dark dress pants and pumps, she exited her apartment and began to walk to the rendezvous point programmed into her.
When Sayhra reached the bench where Commander Nyssa sat, she gasped in excitement at a superior needing her to serve. Nyssa rolled her eyes and motioned for the Arab girl to follow her into the park across the street. Silently, she obeyed her superior and they crossed campus to arrive back in the park. Nyssa surveyed their surroundings and led the drone behind a small house that was leftover from the original buildings for the park.
Behind the house, Nyssa pressed a button on her travel bracelet which froze time around them. Everything, a plane overhead, birds in the air, and everyone in the park, froze in place. A jogger’s large breasts paused mid-bounce nearby. When Nyssa’s eyes returned to Sayhra, the girl was waiting at attention before her. “Commander, this drone waits to serve you.” The girl’s long, flowing, black hair teased at her large breasts, which slowly heaved up and down as she breathed. Her eyes were distant and lost in the lack of thoughts in her mind.
“At ease.” Nyssa noticed a chipmunk, frozen in time, staring at her a few feet away. Sayhra blinked a few times and eased her posture, smiling at her superior. “Listen,” Nyssa began as she put an arm around the drone,” I was brought you out of sleeper status for a reason. There is a joyful reason.” She smiled at the girl. “Princess Cordelia has returned to the Kingdom.”
Sayhra opened her mouth, gasped, and proudly smiled. “That is wonderful to hear, Ma’am.” Nyssa smiled, pleased that the beautiful girl had been programmed with her proper title. A moment passed before Sayhra curtsied low, “Ma’am, how may I assist Princess Cordelia and serve the Kingdom?”
Nyssa petted the girl’s long black hair. “You will assist in the droning of a human girl. She will be brought back to our Kingdom for experimentation.” She motioned for the girl to rise from her curtsy. “I will also be giving you new commands to obey. Sayhra, you are going to be awake now. Princess Cordelia has given you a very important task.”
The Arab girl smiled proudly and hugged Nyssa. Nyssa gave her a squeeze back but then pulled away. The world around them was still frozen. There was something erotic about it, but Nyssa couldn’t put a finger on what that was; when she returned to the Kingdom, she would have to try it out with a few drones. She turned to face Sayhra again. The girl was so beautiful. Luxurious hair, full lips, beautiful breasts. She was so feminine and soft. Nyssa wished they could fuck right then and there. Well, they could, but there was still plenty for the commander to do before returning home.
The red haired commander address her beautiful companion. “Sayhra, what is your current status?”
Sayhra softly smiled at her superior. “Ma’am, I am doing so well since being droned.” The girl was truly proud of her achievements. “I am so focused on my school work and have a 4.0 GPA.” Nyssa squinted at her, unfamiliar with the term. “That is a perfect score, Ma’am.” Nyssa smiled and nodded for her to continue. “After I defend my thesis in a few weeks, I will be moving to Washington to intern with a senator.”
Nyssa’s posture remained authoritative, but she had settled into talking to the girl. She could see what Cordelia had seen in her. “When you join the senator in the capital city of this...” Nyssa paused and tried to remember the local term. “...country! When you join him, I will return to you so you may be conditioned to further Princess Cordelia’s cause.” She paused and stroked the girl’s olive colored face. “Cordelia has decided to begin the process of judging this planet. We will begin by removing some of the male leadership so females may attempt to thrive in these conditions.”
Sayhra nodded, also becoming a tad more casual. “How will I aide the Kingdom, Ma’am?”
Nyssa shrugged. “Honestly, not sure yet. Your senator will be removed. For all of his talk of ‘hope,’ he is just another misogynist who would use women as pawns for his pathetic political games. There is a woman in the local area here who has been conditioned and is being taught leadership skills. We will find a way to force him to resign, which will allow her to be elected.” She took a firmer stance, glaring at the girl. “You don’t need to know until I put the thoughts in your pretty little brain.”
Sayhra blushed and lowered her eyes. “Yes, Ma’am.” Gently, her breasts heaved up and down with every breath she took.
“By the Empire,” Nyssa began, a hand gently touching the drone’s right breast, “you are so beautiful. Perhaps you would look nice by my side in the future?” She leaned in and kissed Sayhra on the mouth, who returned the kiss. “We will have to discuss this another time?” They kissed again and Nyssa pulled her tight against her body. “Soon?” The Arab slave nodded submissively, big, green eyes looking at her superior.
Despite a strong urge to bed the girl right now, while the frozen world watched, Nyssa resisted the urge and unfroze the Earth. Around them, everything started up again. Not even a millisecond had passed to them. After a moment where they just watched the people around them, so unaware that in twenty years hence they would be conditioned for the Empire’s needs. Sayhra offered her hand to Nyssa as they began to walk, but Nyssa shrugged her off. “You need to stay undercover here. Feel free to bed some girls,” she turned and faced the beautiful slave, “but be discreet. Always.” Sayhra nodded.
On the other side of the park, Nyssa could hear the two teenagers from earlier laughing loudly as they mockingly argued about which star of Twilight would sleep with them first. Nyssa was repulsed by how these supposed young women, on the crescent of adulthood, would behave in such a way. It was clear to her they needed to be droned.
After conferring with Nyssa to develop a plan, Sayhra approached the two girls. The brunette, Sabrina, and the blond, Madison, scoffed at the approaching olive skinned woman. “Whose the fucking ay-rab?” Sabrina muttered under her breath. Madison sighed heavily. Sabrina was her best friend, but she didn’t like how prejudiced the girl was against, well, anyone who wasn’t a plastic mean girl basically.
Sayhra walked up to them and smiled brightly. “Hello girls, can I have a moment of your time?” When both girls looked over at her, Sabrina looking disgusted, Madison smiled, polite out of habit. Nyssa stepped out of a side street and pressed a button on her bracelet to stop time again. Everything froze around the four of them. Madison and Sabrina remained unfrozen due to their proximity and attention of Nyssa.
Nyssa giggled in the direction of Sayhra. “A moment of your time. Cute.”
Madison and Sabrina looked around quickly. “What the fuck? Are you some kind of dyke witch?” Sabrina screamed towards Sayhra and Nyssa.
Nyssa laughed out loud. “I guess, to a society as backward as yours, this would seem like witchcraft.” Her eyes narrowed on the girl. “Stupid little girl. Almost an adult and you speak like a small child. You don’t deserve the right to think.” Out of her sub space storage, The red haired commander pulled out a ray gun looking device and shot a beam at the brunette. Around her, a tube enveloped the girl. She was entrapped in it and silent after a moment.
Madison screamed and tried to run towards her friend, but Sayhra grabbed and held her in place. The brunette could not see what was happening to Sabrina due to the darkness on the tube’s covering. The Arab slave held her tightly and would not let go. Her attention drifted, however, over to Nyssa, who was casually entering information into a pad and then making it disappear into thin air. “Who the fuck are you? What did you do to her?”
Nyssa looked up and smiled at the girl. She opened her sub space storage again to bring out a black collar. Madison noticed two things on the front; one, a small set of chips which blinked gently and second, a small hook with a blank name tag. “Such nasty language. A woman doesn’t talk like that in public.” Nyssa walked over and nodded to Sayhra, who held the girl tighter. Madison continued an attempt at escape from the grasp of the Arab slave girl, but Sayhra’s toned arms kept her in place.
Suddenly, the tube which held Sabrina came back into focus and opened wide with a whoosh. The brunette drone stepped out of it and snapped to attention. Madison let out a loud whine as her best friend stood before them wearing a dark pink, latex, school girl uniform. White knee socks adorned her shapely legs and a pair of black platform heels stored her feet. Her hair was now white blond, but what disturbed Madison the most was the empty look in Sabrina’s eyes. She was devoid of emotion or intelligence, other than a passive smile across her face.
Nyssa turned and stood in front of the freshly droned drone. She affixed the name tag and collar around the girl’s neck. Madison looked closely at it and noticed the phrase “drone-c” was written on it. The red haired commander stood in front of the drone in the school girl outfit. “What is your designation?”
The former Sabrina’s eyes came to life at a superior’s question. “Drone-C, Ma’am.” She did nothing else, barely breathed or moved even slightly.
Madison was scared shitless by what had happened to her friend. Somehow, however, there was a vague hint of curiosity in the back of her mind at how deeply passive her formerly bitchy friend had become. Who was this woman and why did that other girl help her?
Nyssa noticed the young woman’s curious eyes and came over to her. “Release her,” she commanded Sayhra, who obeyed immediately. Madison rubbed her arms, the Arab girl’s grip had been tight and left small clumps of bruises up and down her arms. She blushed as Nyssa’s eyes came to rest on them at the same time. “I am sorry,” she began, touching the young woman’s arm, “for Sayhra’s roughness with you. Later,” she smiled, an intoxicating smile, Madison guiltily thought, “perhaps I will return her to you so she may make amends?”
Madison realized that had been a question. “Uh, I’m not, uh, gay or anything. I mean, I have been with girls at school, but um, I’m not gay.” The blond looked over at Drone-C. “What did you do to Sabrina? Are you some kind of lesbian-alien-who-can-freeze-time-and-turn-girls-into-robots?”
Nyssa laughed out loud and gently ran a hand over Madison’s face. Pleased that Madison didn’t shudder or move away, she leaned in and kissed her. The earth woman’s face stayed where it was as the red haired alien took a step back. “Um,” she scratched her head, “you’re actually not that far off.” She motioned for them to sit down at a nearby lunch table. “I am most definitely gay. My planet, the Empire we belong to, a number of planet united together, is very woman-centric. We believe in the natural superiority of women over all other genders.”
“So, yes,” Nyssa continued, pleased by Madison’s interested look, “I am an alien I suppose. My planet is designated for the order in which it was brought into the Empire.” She stopped as Madison began to ask an obvious question. “How that happens can wait for later. It’s actually beginning to happen on this planet. We have had a woman, a Princess, and a number of drones infiltrating and gathering information about your world.”
Madison’s mouth was open and finally she spoke. “What will happen to Earth?”
Nyssa smiled at the young woman. “Eventually, probably a number of years from now, Earth will be judged and given a verdict in regards to its treatment and women and, also, its right to join the Empire. This can be done in two ways, through mutual agreement of the women on the planet.” She paused and stared directly at her new friend. “The men have no say or vote. They are irrelevant.”
“A-fucking-men to that. They drive me crazy.” Madison blurted the statement out before she could stop herself. Her left hand came up to her mouth, stunned.
Nyssa laughed. “From what I have observed, many of your females feel the same, but yet conform to the patriarchal standards for love, beauty, and partnership. Which leads to the second way that a planet is brought into the Empire.” She motioned toward Drone-C. “If a planet is found guilty of crimes against womanhood, it can be assimilated without consent. A portion of the population will be kept free as We deem fit. Your friend over there is now a drone. Utterly obedient, docile, and gentle. Her life is devoted to service.”
Madison stared over at her latex clad friend. Or not friend anymore, she supposed. “But, but, how did it happen so quickly?” Suddenly, a thought came to her. “Oh! It has something to do with how time is frozen, right? Um, why is time frozen?”
Nyssa warmly ran a hand over the young woman’s arm. “Ah! You are very bright.” Madison blushed again. “Time is frozen because earthlings can’t know we are here. Yet. We can worked without time constraint and also interview humans like you or condition a girl like her without interruption.”
“Am I being, um, interviewed?”
Nyssa dodged that question. “The reason why Drone-C seemed to be conditioned so quickly is because inside that tube, time works rather differently. What seemed like a few minutes to us was really a few hours for her. That’s all it takes to reprogram an Earthling girl. Her previous life has been erased.”
The redhead stared at her new friend. “Does that answer your questions, Madison?”
“Um,” Madison gulped out nervously, “I think so. Why wasn’t I ‘droned’ is what I am wondering I guess?”
Now Nyssa was the one blushing. “You seemed different from her. Bright, less engaged with the backwards ways of this planet.” She stared at her. “I see potential in you. Or maybe I just think your beautiful.” Again, she kissed her. This time, Madison returned the kiss. “Join me, leave this cesspool of a planet, and I will show you things you could never have imagined here.”
Madison, this time, was the one to initiate a kiss. Her hand entwined with Nyssa’s. “I-I-I think I want to go with you.”
Nyssa squeezed down hard on her new lover’s hand. “You’re not afraid of leaving your family for an unknown planet. There could be danger, and unknown customs, and strange new worlds. You could hate it.”
The blond smiled, eyes wide, “but I could love it.”
Nyssa grinned proudly and hugged her. “I like that answer!” Not letting go of her hand, Nyssa led Madison back over to where Sayhra and Drone-C waited. “Sayhra, proceed back under cover. You will remember wanting to go for a cup of coffee after...studying? Yes, studying! Studying all day.” Sayhra did not speak, but took a few steps back and slowly faded into a frozen position with the rest of humanity.
Madison walked over to her former friend, now designated Drone-C. “Wow.”
Nyssa tugged gently at Madison’s arm and brought her over to where Drone-C stood. “What do you think of her new look? I modeled it after the Empire school’s uniform for drones that I attended as a child.”
Madison stared at Drone-C, the former Sabrina, and suddenly slapped her. “She was a fucking bitch.”
Nyssa nodded behind her. Funny how quickly Earthlings would turn on each other, two females even! A savage world indeed. Droning Sabrina had been a service to her. She moved Nyssa aside and spoke firmly to the drone. “Drone, you will now serve Mistress,” she grinned at Madison’s wide eyed expression, “...Mistress Madison. She is your superior and you will obey.”
Drone-C blinked twice and turned to curtsy to her former friend. “Mistress, Drone-C exists to obey. Please instruct her.”
Madison looked over at Nyssa. “I-I-I don’t know what to tell her to do.” She thought about her occasionally idle day dreaming about Sabrina, especially in a bikini, burying her head down below.
Nyssa smiled. “That’s all right,” she kissed her, “I can teach you later.” The red-haired commander brought a set of travel bracelets out of her sub space storage. “It’s time to go. For now, you will be leaving Earth, but we can come back soon.” Before Madison could question what was happening, a bracelet was on her and Drone-C’s arms. In a flash, the two women and one drone vanished. In the wake of them leaving, time unfroze and the inhabitants of Earth continued about their day, unknowing that in 20 years most of them would be recycled or brainwashed into drones to serve the Cyber Queen,
Because they were white and very plastic, the sudden disappearance of Sabrina and Madison was a national tragedy, covered for endless hours by the media. A TV movie was made, multiple books written about them, and numerous conspiracy theories written.
Back on Nyssa’s home planet, Madison leaned backward into her lover’s arms, startled by her sudden reappearance in reality. They were in a large room, standing on a platform with a series of dark circles below them. Quickly, she realized they were for incoming...transports? For now, clarification wasn’t needed. After adjusting to her surroundings, she looked around the room to find two young women standing behind a large console. Nyssa stepped in front of her and went towards the women, hugging the woman tightly.
A hint of jealousy appeared in her stomach as Madison watched this play out. However, after a long moment, Nyssa turned back to her. “Cordelia, Isabella, I want you to meet my friend Madison.” She paused and looked sarcastically amazed. “She is an earthling.” Isabella mocked out an “ohhhh” while Cordelia just rolled her eyes.
Cordelia stepped forward to greet Madison. “Hello, I am Princess Cordelia and this is Princess Isabella. I am happy to meet you, Madison.”
Madison nodded, but then looked to Nyssa. “Do I have to bow or something?”
Cordelia laughed, “oh, no, we don’t do that here. We are just people, like you.” She turned to Nyssa. “What brings Madison to visit us?” Her gaze moved to the drone behind them. “I see you brought back the specimen too. Good.”
“Well,” Nyssa began, “I met Madison while I was droning her friend over here. I really like her.” The new lovers shared a glance. “She is sweet and very inquisitive.”
“She has nice boobs too.” Everyone turned to Isabella. “Well, she does.” Madison gave Nyssa a accusatory look, but Nyssa just shrugged.
Cordelia shook her head. “So, anyway, I am glad processing the drone went off without a hitch.”
Nyssa smiled at her former mentoree. “Drone-C was captured and conditioned without a problem. The new methods for programming human girls seem to be working without difficulty. I am looking forward to working on the judgment of Earth.” She turned to Madison. “I think you can help me with that.”
Nyssa continued to offer a report on her visit to Earth. “I also contacted one sleeper agent who briefed me on her effort to begin indoctrinating a senator’s office. She is reporting to him in a few months. I will send someone to follow up after that.”
Cordelia nodded. “Great, this sounds like a productive trip.” The Princess yawned. “Listen, we need to get prepared for a big dinner with the elders. Why don’t you ladies join us?”
Nyssa took Madison’s hand and nodded to them. Drone-C followed the women out of the room and down the hallway towards their destination.
After the wedding, Queen Cordelia took over the kingdom alongside Isabella, who bore their child, Isabella, about a year later. Isabella would grow up to be Earth’s Chosen, picking the planet’s Cyber Queen. They would rule together for seven hundred years before abdicating the throne to Nyssa and Madison’s grandchild. They were always happy and long after Earth was brought into the Empire of the Cyber Queens Cordelia never regretted her time there as a teenager.
Nor did Madison, who was proud of her roots and worked hard to document the history of the planet over the years. Nyssa and Madison worked together on Earth’s judgment, later allowing Cordelia and Isabella’s daughter to handle the argument before their Elders. The guilty verdict led to the female population of Earth being droned and the males recycled.
Cordelia and Isabella’s child...Isabella...will be seen with her...Cordelia...in The Rise of the Cyber Queen. What did you think of chapter four of Queen Cordelia? Please let me know at queen.cordelia82@gmail.com