Children of a Lesser God

In the light of the moon, the silhouette of pale white skin was especially enchanting to behold. Her hair fluttered in the wind as her supple and intoxicating legs swung back and forth. She looked like a child enjoying a snack as she sat there, eating a bag of potato chips.

The two guards behind her didn't say a word or even look at her. They knew she was watching them even now as this could be considered a test. As the newest members under her command, they had to show unwavering discipline. Anything else would only result in death.

Sucking on her fingers one by one, she would would spend extra time when it came to lick the tip. Her tongue circled around the top several times before she put the whole finger into her mouth, sucking deeply. She even closed her eyes several times and brought her head back, as though in the throws of an orgasm.

When she came to her last finger, she looked directly at her two guards and again licked around the tip several times before inserting her finger into her mouth. This time however, she even moaned in barely more than a whisper before her body shuddered as though climaxing.

The guards who had been holding out lost it and both couldn't help but gulp while their bodies heated up. They were both standing erect in more ways then one.

Sensing their final bit of discomfort, the enchanting vixen looked at the two new recruits and smiled while sliding her finger from her mouth. Both guards opened their eyes wide in terror and attempted to bow and apologize, but they never got the chance.

As they were lowering their heads, their bodies came to an abrupt stop but their heads kept going downward. The lifeless heads hit the ground and started rolling while the headless bodies fell to their knees first and then smack flat against the stone.

"Dispose of these," she ordered to no one in particular.

"Yes Princess," came the quick reply back.

'How could you possible serve under my command when you are so weak willed,' she thought. Since she was always in competition with her sisters, she needed absolute loyalty from her subordinates.

Anything less could lead to betrayal.

'These people sure are egotistical,' she said silently while looking down the mountain. Surprisingly, she and a few of her troops were standing on top of Mt. Rushmore while the rest were still out scouting. Information was always the key in every war.

Behind her stood four of her long time solders along with a massive cage. Inside the cage were a couple dozen humans that had a strange symbol emitting a glow in the center of their chests.

The light from the symbol which appeared to be an ancient rune kept them tightly bound and unconscious. Although their state of being appeared to be ok, their was no telling what might happen to them.

"Princess, a small matter has been brought to our attention," reported the lead male captain.

"Speak."

"It seems like before we came here, these 'humans' have never encounter the cosmic energy waves before. They are strangely absent from this planet and as far as we can tell, from this galaxy."

"Are you saying this is a dead planet?" the Princess asked without turning around towards him.

"No, it's alive, but with the addition of the cosmic energy, we have no way of knowing how the humans will react to it," the captain said, somewhat fearfully. He liked having answers as she didn't like useless subordinates.

"That's fine, We shall soon see."

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Laz woke to the first sign of the sun coming into the barn and a loud shout from the outside.

"Kid, get your ass down here, NOW!" Came the roar from below the loft. At some point, Bill had let himself in but wasn't about to climb up.

Laz rolled out from the blankets and stood up, shaking some stray straw from his head. That had not been the most comfortable sleep he had ever gotten.

"What do you want?' He yelled down, having no idea what time it was.

"Time for a jog, leave your shit here in the barn and you can get it later," Bill yelled back before going outside the open wooden doors.

Although it was a bit chilly still, the temperature was still around 10 C so he didn't feel the least bit cold. New York weather could go from -20 C in the dead of winter to almost 40 C in the summer so anything mid range was fine.

Climbing down from the loft, Laz threw his keys on the old chest before heading out. He had again forgotten his cell as he had never had much of a use for it.

"Alright, time for a special jog. I would suggest you run though as you might only make it through the day that way," Bill commented with a bit of a sneer.

"What are you talking about?" Laz asked, still somewhat groggy from being woken up early.

"Oh, it's quite simple. About 10 miles west is the edge of my property. There is a line marked by a chain link fence. Your run today will be from here to the fence."

"Yeah, fine. Whatever. " Laz was somewhat unconcerned as he started moving his body towards the the treeline in an unhurried manner.

"Oh yeah, I will be following you along to make sure your not slacking off. You will want to move it since I want you to get there before noon," Bill said while walking over to an old 4-wheeler that was parked outside the barn.

Starting it up, he looked at Laz and grinned while taking a hunting rifle off the rack on the back.

"One last thing," Bill said, pulling a glock from the holster underneath his jacket with his right hand while craddling the hunting rifle in his left. "This is also to train you in another way."

He leveled the glock at Laz who was staring at him dumbstruck and moving the sight slightly left and downward, he pulled the trigger. The bullet embedded itself in the ground a few feet from where Laz was standing, causing Laz to jump from fright.

"I won't aim at any vital parts but... shit happens, you know. Might be best to get going." With that he hopped on the 4-wheeler and revved the engine, causing the load roar to echo across the open area.

"ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?" Laz screamed as he took off running into the trees like a startled cat.

"HAHAHA, let the motivated jog begin," Bill roared while holstering the glock and laying the rifle across his ŀap. He kicked the 4-wheeler into gear and cranked the gas, shooting off in the same direction Laz had disappeared in.