Planet of the Amazons, Part 1
By Madcat
A group of astronauts land on a world ruled by big, strong women.


Captain Jack Taylor opened his eyes slowly. For a minute, he did not know who
or where he was. The soft light in his sleeping capsule stung his eyes and
slowed his sensory intake. Then the middle aged man heard a light tapping on
the plexiglass just in front of his face. He recognized the beautiful ebony
face staring back at him.

"Captain, captain! It's me. Wake up." Engineer Joyce Armstrong shouted like a
little schoolgirl. She checked her commander's bio readouts and thumbed the
red open switch on his capsule. "Good morning, sir."

"Good morning." Jack replied groggily. He started to swing his legs over the
edge of the capsule. Joyce gently restrained him.

"Stay there, sir. Let me check you out first." She said, gently removing the
electrodes coving his body.

"OK," Jack agreed as he looked up at his female engineer. He had known Joyce
for a couple of years and as mission commander was well acquainted with her
background. She had a graduate degree from MIT and worked at JPL before
becoming an astronaut. Somehow, the young black woman found time to be an
Olympic weight lifter during college. She had an amazing physique and still
trained regularly.

But today the girl looked even stronger. Her big brown muscles rippled with
sensual power. She stood before him wearing long pants and a sleeveless
undershirt. The tight outfit left little to the imagination. It barely covered
her large, firm breasts and left her midriff enticingly bare. But the captain
accepted such things aboard the small spacecraft. Privacy was hard to come by.

An old question plagued the captain as she removed the last of the sticky
electrodes. He had always wondered if she was actually stronger than him. The
girl certainly appeared that way. She stood only 5-2 but her biceps seemed to
be almost twice the size of his. Jack considered himself a fair man with no
chauvinistic hang-ups. But he had never completely accepted Joyce's potent
physical presence.

"How do you feel, sir?" she asked with crisp military correctness. The captain
was ex-Air Force and stickler for protocol. The girl bent over and grabbed the
portable med unit.

"Like crap. Yourself?" He responded. Jack took advantage of the momentary
break to look at his own lean, muscular body. He hoped to see bulging
masculine muscles that could compete with his powerful female crewmember.
Instead, Jack glimpsed only one bulging muscle and it was not the kind of
thing he was hoping to see. A massive pole protruded 3 inches out of his sheer
white briefs.

Flushed with embarrassment, he looked over at Joyce. Their eyes met as she
started the routine medical exam. She smiled knowingly back at him. The female
had always considered her captain to be attractive and now she had him
something new. Jack had sandy brown hair, deep brown eyes and a lean, muscular
physique. His prudish discomfort made him look even cuter.

"Great. The hyper-sleep really pumped me up. I gained almost 10 pounds." The
female said while proceeding in a stoic fashion. Her left hand worked the
medical probe closer and closer to his now throbbing manhood.

Jack looked on with shocked disbelief. He didn't know whether to tuck it back
in or pretend it didn't exist.

"Sorry, but you appear to have lost some muscle mass. Maybe 6-8 pounds." The
engineer reported. Her left hand hovered scant inches from his potent tool.
She had seen him naked on a couple of occasions. But this was different. Just
for fun, the girl put the ultrasonic probe directly on its tip.

"This muscle looks like its in good shape." Joyce grinned.

"I don't think that's such a good idea." The captain replied, trying
desperately to keep his cool.

The muscular black girl had already lost hers. She hadn't had a man in two
years. Sarah, the beautiful blond still sleeping in the lower bunk, kept the
captain on a short leash. And the other crew member, Tom, took geekhood to a
new level. This may be her only chance.

"I see why they made you captain." Joyce teased him verbally and with her
fingertips.

"Joyce! Stop! Now!" He moaned. Jack wanted it to sound like an order. Instead,
he found himself talking to her big, beautiful melons. The girl's dark brown
skin showed clearly thru the overstretched fabric of her white undershirt.

She bent over and kissed him passionately. Her tongue invaded his mouth and
her massive female chest pressed against his.

"You don't mean that. The others won't wake up for at least an hour. Why don't
we go back to medical for a more complete check up?"

The captain knew this thing was all wrong. Given his relationship with Sarah,
it could spark a firestorm of resentment within the crew. He needed that like
he needed a hole in the head. But Jack got the distinct impression that Joyce
was not going to give up. Only physical resistance could stop her. And that
brought him full circle to his nagging question. Could he stop this muscular
female? Jack decided that he did not want to find out.

"Joyce, I don't feel so good. Let me take a rain check." He pleaded.

"I'll make you feel much better." Joyce replied and took control. She scooped
up his 165 lbs with surprising ease and carried him back thru the small cargo
bay to the medical room. They made love on the examining table over and over
again. Of course, Joyce kept the top spot the entire time. Jack found himself
fondling her bulging biceps as much or more than her glorious chocolate
breasts.

The two lovers made it back to the small cabin just as the other crew members
started to stir. Jack's sexual exertion left him tired, sweaty and confused.
He had never thought of Joyce in a romantic sense before. Yet, the black girl
had stoked his fiery passions much more than the stunningly beautiful Sarah.
He walked over to the blonde's capsule and opened it. Sarah lay before him
wearing just a pair of white panties. Electrodes hung from her perfect female
body. She had full breasts, a flat stomach and wide hips. Yet, compared to
Joyce, she seemed to be missing something.

Her eyes flickered open. "Where are we?"

"I don't know." He answered.

Jack helped Sarah out of the sleeping capsule. The gorgeous blonde filled the
position of medical officer on the expedition. The captain found her to be
smart, adventurous and wonderful company. Due to the extreme mission length,
NASA's prohibitions on fraternization were dropped.

Tom, the science officer, shook off the after effects of hyper sleep. Never a
real athletic fellow, the brilliant young physicist looked positively
emaciated. Jack wondered if the hyper sleep did not have a negative effect on
male metabolism. Sarah chose that very moment demonstrate this phenomenon. She
spun around bumped straight into Tom. The physicist was a couple of inches
taller than the good doctor but he went sprawling nonetheless. It wasn't just
a casual fall. The minor collision in the crowded alley way seemed to propel
the unfortunate man back against a console.

Even Sarah was momentarily stunned by the violence she unwitting unleashed on
Tom. Then the girl broke into doctor mode. He had hit his head during the
fall. The topless physician knelt beside him and started first aid.

"I'm OK." He protested, a little embarrassed. The sight of the blonde's
heaving breasts seemed to revive him quite effectively.

Two hours later, the industrious crew of earth's first interstellar spacecraft
could not answer Sarah's question. They had crash landed on earthlike planet.
The atmosphere appeared breathable but had lower O2 levels than their native
world. The planet also had an unusually high gamma radiation count that could
prove dangerous over periods of long exposure.

The ship's computer had awakened the crew only as the power started to fail.
By the time the astronauts assembled, the computer had shutdown completely.
They had no access to the data logs or advanced computation devices. Hand held
items also failed rapidly due to power failures.

A quick inspection of the fusion reactor told the whole story. They had run
out of fuel. Even if they could get more Hydrogen fuel it would be almost
impossible to restart the fusion reaction. Rough calculations on the fuel
consumption added to the misery. The ship had enough H2 for a 1000 years of
exploration. If they somehow missed earth, they could be half way across the
galaxy and much older than any other human.

They had no choice but to exit the craft. Once they left stasis, the air in
the ship started to diminish. No one wanted to expose themselves to
potentially fatal microbes, but they had no other options. Joyce tried to open
the main hatch by hand but failed. The captain lent his shoulder to the effort
to no avail. It did give an opportunity to touch her incredible bronze body.
Eventually, they forced open the escape hatch on the top of the ship and
entered a dazzling world of bright sunshine.

The world looked and smelled like home. They all felt lucky to have crashed on
such a place. The computer must have handled the landing correctly but the
ravishes of time had half buried the ship. Vegetation covered the top. Jack
guessed that they had been here for a long, long time.

They set to work making a camp site. It was hard work and the crew fatigued
quickly due to the atmosphere. In a couple of days they had the ship dug out
and had located a stream near by. Fresh fish became a common dinner staple. No
signs of illness appeared in the castaways.

Jack and Sarah quickly rekindled their romantic relationship. He felt a little
like Adam and Eve on this lost world. But the captain insisted on formal
military protocol. He did not want to lose control of the situation. They
would have to work together to survive on this alien planet.

Thankfully, his lust for Joyce slowly receded. She acted as if nothing had
happened which made his job much easier. Still, Jack could not resist an
occasion sideways glance at her powerfully feminine body. She often pranced
around in just a bra, which highlighted her chiseled abs, muscled chest and
gravity defying breasts. He tried not to dwell on it, but Jack knew that he
would be with this girl again. The insecure male also felt the need to finally
get an answer to that nagging question.

His opportunity came about a month after the wake up. Jack had spent the
afternoon with Sarah and decided on a quick swim to cool off. He jogged down
to a deep section of the stream about a mile from camp. There, he stripped
down and dove in. The water felt great and he proceeded to put his tired
muscles thru the paces. His body looked awesome. In fact, he had never felt
better. Jack had regained the weight he lost during the extended hyper sleep
and then some. In fact, his whole crew seemed to have muscled up a little.
Even Sarah had developed a sexy little hard body. It must be due to the hard
work and low atmospheric oxygen, he mused.

His mind wandered to his girlfriend's pert breasts and tight feel as he
powered thru the stream. Perhaps they should marry, he thought. Not that it
really mattered but Jack wanted to commit to her some how. He decided to talk
to her about it. The male exited the water and looked for his clothes. They
were gone.

"Looking for these?" came a husky female voice from behind him.

Jack spun around to find Joyce standing behind him holding his stuff. She wore
a white bra and cut off trousers. Her legs looked like tree trunks and her
chest rippled with female power.

"Yes," he replied sternly. Jack stepped over to grab them.

"Not so fast, sugar. How about giving Joyce a little first?" the black girl
enquired with a smile. Joyce stuck out her breasts so that they touched his
stomach. Her nipples tingled with pleasure as she held his clothes behind her
back.

"That's not a good idea. Our fling is long over. Now give me the clothes." He
commanded. This time the captain was not going to back down. He wanted this
chance to prove himself.

"Well, you'll just have to take them from me." The girl quipped. She had not
yet realized how serious her captain saw this situation.

"Joyce, I'm in charge here. Give me those clothes. I'm not going to tell you
again." He ordered. They stood in the middle of a sandy clearing. A perfect
place for him to put this woman in her place, Jack thought.

"Well maybe we need someone else in charge. A girl perhaps ... " Joyce never
got the chance to finish. Jack shoved the shorter girl and knocked her
backwards. Taken by surprise, she fell on her well rounded butt.

"Don't mess with me girl." Jack stormed. Adrenaline and other male hormones
surged thru his veins. He no longer wanted his clothes back. Instead, the male
looked down at the fallen girl with lust in his eyes.

His violent response stunned the female. She had seen this look in a man
before and it scared her. Joyce reacted purely out of a sense of self defense.
And, unfortunately for Jack, she knew just what to do. Not much of a
basketball or volleyball player, Joyce made the varsity wrestling team in high
school.

She launched herself at her male foe with unbelievable speed given her
position on the ground. Jack tried to dodge but she got her arms around him
and flung him into the sand. They landed side by side with her arms around his
waist. Jack immediately twisted around and tried to force her down. He gripped
her steely shoulders and pushed with all of his might.

For a fleeting second it looked like Jack would be victorious. His primal male
instincts had totally taken over. The once gentlemanly officer wanted nothing
more than to lay her out and shove his tool deep inside the rebellious female.
Jack's manhood stiffened with excitement and anticipation. His instincts,
though, failed to account for Joyce's bulging biceps or rippling chest. The
black girl stiffened and stopped his progress cold.

Still kneeling, Jack towered over his female foe. But the first doubts and
fears surfaced in his mind as the girl defied him. His arms began to tire as
her grip tightened. Slowly but surely, she began to force him backwards. The
fear turned to panic as Jack realized that his question had been answered. The
girl was stronger, a lot stronger.

The frightened male struggled to break free but failed. Just at the last
second he twisted to avoid a devastating pin. It just delayed the inevitable.
Joyce stuck a hand between his legs and folded him like an old chair. She
proceeded to put him in an unbreakable and very humiliating cradle hold. Her
huge bosom covered the left side of his face and she held his bare buttocks
high in the air. To make matters worse, his throbbing member poked his right
cheek.

"You shouldn't have pushed me captain. That was a big mistake." Joyce told
him.

His manliness rebelled against her domination. He desperately tried to
straighten out his legs and torso. But it was not to be. Her arms felt like
steel bands encircling his weakening body. Slowly his primal fury faded and he
realized she was right. An officer should never get physical with a soldier.
For if the soldier ever bested his commander, then control and authority were
lost forever. Sadly, Jack had forgotten his training. Instead, he had listened
to that male instinct to physically dominate females. This time he picked the
wrong girl.

"Please let me go." He begged.

"Not before I teach you a lesson you will never forget." Joyce told him. She
released him and stood up. Gripping his hair, the black woman doggie walked
the naked male over to a large rock. There she sat down and placed him across
her lap. Jack was too exhausted to resist.

"Don't - Don't spank me." He pleaded.

"You are not giving the orders around here anymore." Crack!

"I am." Whack!

"Do you hear me!" Slap!

"Yes," he cried softly. Crack!

"Don't." Whack! "Ever." Whack! "Try." Whack! "That." Whack! "Again." Whack!

Joyce shook with rage. She had hit the poor male so hard her hand hurt. But
the girl also took pride in her surprising triumph over the captain. It never
occurred to her that she was stronger than the taller, athletic man. A man
that Joyce had come to this very spot to seduce. She could feel his stiff
member against her leg. The stronger female pushed him off her lap and stood
up.

Jack winced as his red cheeks touched the sand. He looked up at the bronzed
beauty and for the first time felt very, very naked.

"From now on you will do what I say." She said as her hands unbuttoned her
cut-offs.

"No, please, not like this." Jack whined, staring at her white lace panties.

"Just like this. Now be a good boy and do what mama tells you." Joyce replied,
dropping her panties.

The sight of her nudity panicked the still frightened male. He jumped to his
feet and bolted for the surrounding forest. The captain didn't get five feet.
Joyce sprung on him like a black panther and wrestled him to the ground. Their
last sexual encounter reeked of female domination but had been at least
nominally consensual. Nobody could use that term this time around as Joyce
pinned his arms and mounted Jack's trembling torso. This was rape.

Such details mattered naught to Jack's throbbing member. It eagerly embraced
Joyce's femininity not once but three times.

Joyce never thought of her actions as wrong. Women did just not rape men. It
all felt so deliciously good, a bountiful blend of her strength and sexuality.
They just had a little rough fore play.

After two wonderful hours, Joyce up and left him sobbing in sand. She had
taught him enough for one day. Tomorrow would be different. The black girl was
going to take control of Jack and tell snooty old Sarah to kiss off. The dumb
blonde could have Tom if she wanted him.

But Jack had other ideas. He could not go back to camp and submit to Joyce
again. He could not face Sarah after what had just transpired. Furthermore,
the captain felt as though he had forfeited the right to lead the ragtag band.
He guiltily grabbed his clothes and set out on his own.

The sullen male traveled thru the night. He wanted distance between him and
the bronzed vixen. She would look for him and Jack did not want to be found.
He hiked north along the stream for many miles before night came again. Hungry
and close to total exhaustion, Jack finally collapsed under a tree. He slept
and dreamed of tall, strong women. Nothing like Joyce, these warrior females
dressed in white and rode horses. They somehow captured him and forced him to
do unspeakable things. Jack awoke with a start. He tried to dismiss the dream
but could not. It seemed so frighteningly real.