Prologue

HAREM will be destroyed. No matter what it takes, no matter whom I have to eradicate.

So, thought Tyrah Tyranus, as she sat upon her bejeweled throne, shifting her rounded derrière side to side. She loved her halogen lit imperial chair, but it prickled the rumps. She couldn't wait to conquer Earth and get some of that lovely golden Damascus silk which would make a great cushion for her throne. Her spies in black-market affairs had gotten her a sample of it. She liked fine things and even finer men. Lots of them.

Besides conquering worlds and enslaving people, she liked frekking great sex. If her partners could keep up with her libido, she'd enjoy more too. Most men were such wimps in the bedroom. Some women too. However, not everyone could have her aptitude for physical pleasures and endurance. Nor should everyone have it all but her.

The universe needed to be at her feet, not anyone else's. Maybe to other would-be tyrants she had a lot, but it wasn't enough for her. From her domed empire city, which lay on a small mechanically propelled planetoid, she conquered and ruled a vast portion of the galaxy, but not the sector she mainly wanted--Earth and its colony worlds.

She could have had it all if it weren't for those blasted HAREM bitches. Tyrah tapped her long nailed fingers on the left arm of her jewel throne. Rubbing her smooth chin with the other, she thought hard what she could do to finally put an end to the shit-heads at that covert agency. She parried well enough most of the time with Earth and it s alien allies in neighboring solar systems, but they still kept her armies at bay right now.

That wouldn't be too long in ending. She already started putting spies and secret bases of operations in many of their main areas of defense and other places. Soon she would have some in every corner of the Extraterrestrial And Terran Merged Enforcements. Then the E.A.T.M.E. forces would start dwindling and getting corrupted from within. Those blasted Earth-Extraterrestrial Teams, she oft referred to as EETs, would be brought down by her armies. The day couldn't be soon enough for her.

She'd beat Earth Forces and the HAREM bitches and rule the universe. As soon as she, well her damn underlings, killed every one of the HAREM operatives.

She rubbed her hands together in glee. Oh, it was going to be such wonderful fun to see pictures and details of their deaths. Her Generals told her how gruesome they were going to do it. Her favored Generals were apt enough. They'd gotten her new presents and realms to rule. She liked that. So, she didn't beat them or bitch at them too much for their minor failures. Good help was so hard to find these days. The same with good sex.

She rubbed her crotch area, glad she was alone at the moment in her vast throne room. Damn she was horny. She hadn't had good frekking sex in awhile. At least two days. Though making war strategies had its delights, she needed time for enjoying her spoils of war.

Tyrah glanced towards her right, seeing her reflection in the ruby tinted, mirror wall. Tall, breathtakingly, sinfully beautiful, as an empress of her caliber and standing should be.

Many men told her that she had the loveliest limbs in any solar system. Her hair, thick and black, flowed down to her buttocks, and shone as bright as space. Her dazzling golden eyes, and cinnamon brown, silky smooth skin hypnotized most people, male or female. In addition, her inherent powers of allure couldn't be resisted--by most that is.

A sudden frown marred her delicate face. She'd only known one woman who could compete with her looks, and entirely resist her powers of hypnotic allure. However, that woman was going to be dead worm-meat soon enough. She turned from the mirror wall, and her fingers once more began tapping on the jeweled arm of the throne. Hellion.

It was the only name ever to make her shiver. Tyrah hated all the HAREM wretches and all they represented. Mostly she hated Hellion--the longest-standing member of that damable agency. Hellion always, somehow, managed to put a glitch in her plans. She wanted to get even and get rid of all those conniving shits. Mainly though, Hellion.

She thought hard about her plans. Some might call them nefarious, but she thought they were brilliant. Nefarious. Such a silly, but catchy word. Tyrah liked being evil. It was so delicious and so evil. And ever so rewarding.

Why the hell should she be nice? No fun in that. Some might consider her selfish and a no-good evil tyrant. She didn't mind at all being labeled that. Especially, if it got her what she wanted. She wanted everything she could ever desire and then some. If it took war and psychic powers of allure and mayhem to rule the cosmos, then she'd do it. Whatever it took. Who ever got in her way, too bad.

She was born to rule everything she sat her beautiful eyes upon, so the shits better damn well get use to it. She shifted her lush weight to the other side and tapped with her right hand.

She really needed to get a cushion made. Had to go with the décor of a lavishly jeweled throne of course. Now how could she thwart and destroy all of the H.A.R.E.M bitches? She sat bolt upright in her chair. Well of course, why didn't I think of this before?

Instead of just trying to take them head on, I'll plan the demise of each and every one of the pain in the asses. Such pains too, worse than her jeweled chair without cushioning. Now what to do? So many plans to make. War sucked sometimes, but it was a necessity to get her way.

Earth could wait to be totally conquered for a couple of more months, maybe. Right now she had other pressing plans to make. Namely getting rid of the HAREM troublers once and for all. Now what to do about that? Tyrah leaned back in her bejeweled throne and thought hard.

Tyrah's luscious mouth tilted upwards at both corners as she gleefully thought about what made Hellion hate her so much. She absently tapped a button on the control panel on the right arm of the throne. A holo image came up. This recording was in tune to her thoughts. A woman's image twirled in front of her. Hellion's silver blue eyes stared at her blankly, and the long braid of the woman's coppery colored hair swirled down to jutting breasts held firmly up by athletic muscles. Her soft, bronze toned body was curvaceous, healthy and seductive.

Tyrah hated the beauty of the woman. And her fucking great sex appeal. Hellion turned her down one too many times. Hellion hadn't changed too much from the feedback that Tyrah had recently gotten, but she'd be wiser, a little physically older, and perhaps stronger than before. Hellion still had that tough determined demeanor that she did when they both were soldiers in Earth Forces.

Tyrah had been tiring of being in the armed forces and wanted something besides a thankless job and crappy appreciation. Even growing up she had not been satisfied with her life. Though most of the human colonies didn't have a lot of diseases or want for goods for necessary survival, the peons on Planetoid Alpha 1 weren't worth saving. They mined a dreary world for ambryon, a chemrock that fueled EETs space vessels. Sure, they got paid for it, but not enough. It had been either that or join the war-service for Tyrah.

Her blasted parents wouldn't get off the frekking planet and go somewhere nicer to live. Her mutant powers of allure hadn't been perfected then. Tyrah joined the service to see more of the galaxy and do other things. Then she'd gone through training, where she'd met Hellaina, later known as Hellion. The two became sort of odd friends. Sure Hellaina helped her to make it through boot camp and the first year as a cadet, but Tyrah only used the friendship to get what she wanted. Nearly a half a decade later, with Hellion a captain in the forces and her superior, they'd gotten stationed on Planetoid Alpha-12. Kronuss attacked the scientific outpost and small colony there. They were all taken prisoners. Some had been killed, and some Kronuss intended to make as his slaves and cyboric warriors.

Kronuss' took a fancy to her and she'd learned quickly how to entrap him with her powers of allure. Powers she'd been perfecting for a few years since joining EETs. With Kronuss, she'd saw a way to be herself, to let the darker side she liked, to come out. She wanted the power he had, yet Hellion tried to get her out of the Kronuss' grip. That's when the two argued and fought. Kronuss had been pleased with her switching to his side. Although Hellion was beaten, the bitch somehow escaped, and disappeared even after an extensive search.

Tyrah wondered what happened to Hellion afterwards, because her adversary came back less than a year after her disappearance, and Hellaina joined HAREM over five years after that incident, Hellion was still a thorn in her side.

Hellion, the EETs, HAREM, and any others who tried to stand in her way, would suffer for trying to interfere in her viable plans.

Hellaina "Hellion" Hernandez would suffer the worse. Embitterment, rage, and distrust, forever put a wall between them. Now all Tyrah wanted was revenge and total domination over all she surveyed. She would get it. One way or another.

She reached down to the control jewel button on the front end of the throne chair arm, and turned off the mini holo image off. She then pushed in another button and called in her Generals who were currently on the Kronuss Planetoid. She watched them come in, two by two, her most trusted Generals and their higher-up underlings followed by their entourages, servants and others under her power.

She glanced at each one in turn, her mind naming them. General Crushit, General Manacles, General Dreadus, and General Kinklin, all whom controlled and led her Mendor and Femster armies. These were four of her best generals present. At the war fronts and other places, she had other generals and under-generals doing her bidding, like Sub-general Deith, the two-headed Lieutenant-general Lizord, and Sub-general Armgeedon. They all served her well now. She'd given them things they wanted, and strengthened her control over them in many ways that Kronuss never could.

They'd give her what she wanted, the HAREM bitches' heads on a sparkling, silverloid platter encrusted with the rarest jewels in the galaxy. She motioned them to come closer, then stepped down towards them. They huddled near her, as only her generals were allowed to, and heard what she had planned.