Well, I'm going to spill the beans and tell you the real truth behind how I got to be the sort of person I am today, but be warned, it's a wild ride with some nasty revelations.

The first knowable fact is that I was born and raised on the planet Ankora. That name now longer exists of course, the rock being renamed Kelpat, part of the Kep-Thane empire. It was a rich but isolated world, settled long past by Human stock who had lucked out thus far, avoiding the chaos of the times and envious eyes.

I was then just a college girl. Young, fit, active and though you may find it hard to believe, still a virgin. I was a little slimmer back in those days, my hair longer and my breasts maybe a touch perkier, my nipples a little flatter, but overall the same package loads of people would be familiar if not intimate with. My parents had died when I was a kid and I had been brought up by an aunt. I, along with everybody else on the planet, was also blissfully unaware of the forces even then gathering menacingly around my world. For decades the governments of Ankora had pursued a policy of isolationism, even from possible allies, which was soon to end in total annihilation for us all.

I'd assumed that my life would be as boring as everybody else's around me, and had already started to rebel. That independent streak had landed me in trouble several times already, but it was about to save my life. You see I had this passion for heights. I'd climb anything: trees, walls, buildings, mountains.

Especially mountains.

My best friend was Barra Tomba. She was nothing like me but we'd gone through school together. Barra had the hots for Paul, a classmate, and she intended to let him have his way with her.

She burst in on me excitedly while I was in the college changing rooms after a session in the gym, still naked and steaming from my shower. She ignored the fact that I was busily rubbing a towel between my legs.

"Sanoon," she gushed. "I'll do it if you do the climb."

There was a pinnacle out in the desert called the Devil's Finger. I'd wanted to scale it for some time but I didn't have the transport to get so far out into the bled.

"Paul's friend Zeke has a road cruiser. He can drive us all out into the desert on the weekend. You can climb to your heart's content, and when you get to the top me and Paul will.."

I'll do anything for a friend.

So how did I pass the last evening before my home planet was taken over by alien invaders? Like many a typical college girl on Ankora that night, I spent it with friends. We were gathered at the home of Barra's parents, up in her room at the rear of the large bungalow. Barra was lying on her bed, her dress up around her middle with Paul, head between her legs, kissing and sucking away like an expert (Which I guess he was by then.) with Barra's loud moaning almost rivaling the quad system. I don't know how she still claimed that she had never let him, as Paul seemed to spend much of his free time down there doing something or other. I'd spent many a happy hour closely observing Paul's technique on previous occasions as he made himself familiar with the geography of Barra's vulva. She had an endless appetite for attention, and when Paul's tongue had been exhausted she had always tried to convince me to take his place. I freely admit I wasn't totally unfamiliar with Barra's bits, but considered that it wasn't my job to speed her orgasms if Paul wasn't up to the task. I think Barra only allowed Paul down there if there was company on hand, the company invariably being me.

I wasn't being quite so generous to Zeke. He'd gotten my top and bra off soon enough, and after much squeezing and fondling was giving my by then rock hard nipples a pounding, my bosoms running with his saliva. That was about as far as he was ever going to get, and I had to swat his hand away from my panties every few minutes. Sure, I was wet down there, who wouldn't be, but that didn't mean I was open for business. In light of just how many pricks eventually got to poke around up in my vagina I guess I was just a slow starter.

The four of us left early the next morning, roaring out of the city in high spirits. Zeke driving, with me sitting next to him in the front while on the back seat Paul was already busily feeling up Barra's big soft tits under her top, the sound system blaring, and none of us ever imagining that we would never see the city again. Barra especially was in a playful mood, and kept upping the stakes for Paul. In the end she would only consent if I stripped naked when I had reached the summit. How could I not go along with it?

All this might have been innocent and trivial, but how were we to know that as we drove south deeper into the desert, above us great ships from half a dozen races were gathering to invade. It was a mark of the riches to be had on Ankora that normally sworn enemies had put aside their differences and were working together.

Ankora would have had no hope even if our defenses had been given adequate warning of the attack. There would be total surprise and for my people utter defeat as the invading fleets moved into position with their customary precision as if somehow we had the capacity to resist this assault from above. The funny thing is that once upon a time, Humanity had apparently imagined that it was they who would rule the galaxy. The reality was that the Human race was one of literally thousands of races scattered about the universe, and most of them intent on becoming top dog, and with a head start on us. We were not quite yet an endangered species, but Humans were pretty low on the pecking order.

Meanwhile, oblivious to all this, we had arrived by mid morning at the rock. It didn't look too bad at first glance but the Finger was almost vertical and short on hand holes. I not only wanted to be the first person to conquer it, but to do it without any of the climbing hardware that took most of the challenge out of any assault. I stripped down to my underwear while Zeke watched me with interest and a not completely hidden erection, and shrugged off my shoes. It was warm out in the dry desert air. Zeke had brought along a flying autocamera to record both my ascent and hopefully Barra and Paul's little moment later.

"Up you go, babe," Zeke said. "Rather you than me, but we'll all be watching."

"Good luck, Sanoon," shouted Barra. "My virginity depends on you."

I started up, bugged by the camera which Zeke controlled from a console in the car. I cursed him as it swooped in, almost knocking me off the face of the rock. I swatted it away with a free hand. It was hot work, tricky climbing but not unduly difficult once I got into the rhythm of the climb. Gradually I inched my way higher, hanging off the sheer wall by my fingertips and toes. In a few places I might have been able to hang on better if I'd had a hard prick to jam into a crack in the rock, but being a girl I had at my disposal were my nipples.

As I climbed the attack had already begun. Carpellarian forces were in command of the initial assault and their fighter craft had begun the grim business of tearing our military to shreds. The division of the spoils of victory had already been decided so sure were the invaders.

Far below, I eventually hauled myself up over the last overhang and stood atop the pinnacle. It was a wonderful feeling knowing that I stood where no person had ever set foot before. Without hesitation I stripped off my bra then my panties. "Go for it, Barra," I yelled into the lens of the hovering camera as I twirled my underwear around my head.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have nudity. Repeat. We have nudity," said Zeke as he Barra and Paul peered into the small screen on the dash of the car which was taking a feed from the camera.

At that moment the sky exploded as the Carpellarians took out the capital. The shock wave hit a few minutes later, nearly blowing me off the summit. I don't know how long it was that I clung to the rock before I began my decent, scrambling down the same route stark naked; my clothes having been torn from my grip and blown high into the air. It set a pattern for my life. I think I've lost count of the number of times I've ended up nude when I ought to have been well covered.

I reached the base in half the time it had taken me to climb up, and I raced around to where the vehicle was parked but came face to face with a dark hooded figure. At the time I had no idea this was a Hoorman, or that thousands like him were already scouring the planet for slaves. Ankorans were not totally unfamiliar with some of the other races, but the population was probably about 99% Human. We didn't discourage aliens, Ankora just didn't seem to get many visitors. Apart from the staff of a few dozen embassies and some traders we had been left to our own devices pretty much. Ankorans at the same time tended not to travel off-world much either. As I said, we were a pretty insular lot.

He held a long prod like weapon in both hands which he expertly twirled in front of him. He jabbed it out at me as I stood motionless, balanced on a rock. I suppose in hindsight that me being naked was just a bonus for him, but the end of the prod shot between my legs and brushed against my pubic bush. There was a sound like the arcing of an electrical connector and I felt that someone had suddenly evaporated my legs.

I went down unable to support my weight. I tried to get up but nothing worked. My arms and legs refused to move, yet I was conscious of everything that was happening around me, even though it all seemed to be taking place in slow motion. It was my introduction to the Hoor weapon of choice: the Pacifier.

I could do nothing to stop the figure grabbing my wrists and securing my hands to a thin rod thrust behind my neck. It was a surprisingly simple way of rendering me helpless. I wanted to yell out or scream but even my voice refused to work.

"You'll do very nicely, darling," the figure croaked as it reached down and grabbed one of my breasts with a rough gloved hand. I couldn't even resist.

"We'll get a good price for your ass. Now on your feet."

I was hauled upright unceremoniously.

The paralyzing effect wore off abruptly and I was pushed along the bottom of the rock face by the hooded figure, finally coming around a corner to where I could see Barra. Like me, she was now sporting a yoke which forced both her hands behind her head. She had been stripped naked and was bent forward while another of the hooded figures with his pants around his feet was busily fucking her. A third stood nearby

There was no sign of Paul or Zeke.

Suddenly one of our captors was hit on the back of the head by a rock thrown from the top of a nearby bluff. Another accurate blow bounced off the one who had captured me. I could see a figure up there lobbing stones down onto the trio whilst yelling taunts. Barra was pushed forward onto her knees as the man behind her quickly pulled up his pants, drew a pistol from his belt and joined the other two in aiming at the cheeky intruder. The rock thrower dodged from rock to rock still sending the occasional missile in their direction.

The Hoormen momentarily forgot about us and charged off in pursuit.

Seeing a slim chance I began to quickly run in the opposite direction taking a shaking Barra with me.

We ran, stumbling and falling and crashing down slopes and getting torn by sharp thorns, but always getting further and further away from our abductors. Finally, panting and exhausted we stopped to draw breath behind a rock ledge.

"Are we safe now?" Barra asked.

Fat chance, I thought, but I said nothing. We were still stark naked with our hands tied behind our heads and a long way from home or help. Both of us had gotten ourselves pretty badly scratched.

"What happened to Paul and Zeke?"

Barra just shook her head. She was pretty traumatized.

We moved more cautiously now, and scrabbled further down the slope, bent double with me in the lead. We sheltered under a bush for what seemed like half an hour, hearing no sign of pursuit while getting our breath back, and then we made several dashes from cover to cover.

"You girls sure can run," came a voice from just above us. Startled, we whirled about to see a smiling Ankoran youth. I recognized him as the rock thrower. "I'm glad you took off when you did," he said. "But you took some finding."

He jumped down beside us. "I think we've lost them for now."

There was the distant drone of an aircraft engine, but for the moment all was quiet.

The bonds which held our hands behind our heads were strong, but he managed to first untie Barra and then me. He took off his shirt and gave it to Barra who slipped it gratefully over her bare shoulders. "I'm afraid you'll have to stay as you are for the moment," he said to me. His only other piece of clothing was a ragged pair of shorts.

"I'll cope," I replied, attempting to work some circulation back into my arms. I tried to force down a blush when I noticed he was discreetly eyeing my bare breasts. Being naked among friends was one thing, showing my all in front of strangers was quite different.

We made introductions.

"I'm Sanoon," I said. "This is my friend Barra. We were out here for some climbing with two boys. You haven't seen them?"

"No," he replied. "I'm Carlon. Pleased to meet you girls. Now let's see if we can keep out of the way of those characters."

He led us deeper into the rocky ravines.

We spent a cold, hungry and miserable night up in the hills with the night sky reflecting the glow from the burning city and the crump of distant explosions.

"What's happening?" I asked.

"It's the end of the world, Sanoon," answered Carlon. "The military is gone, so are the cities. We'll be next."

Carlon had been out here alone but had heard reports on his radio of the attack. He had a motorcycle and a camp back beyond the Devil's Finger but we had been moving in the opposite direction.

We were able to warm ourselves up a little when the sun rose the following morning. Carlon thought we should head for the main highway which cuts through the desert from the capital to the south. We followed him blindly. Neither Barra or I were functioning so we just stumbled along behind him.

At least Barra was able to cover herself up with Carlon's shirt. I wasn't used to wandering about in the open butt naked, my tits and ass on view, and I felt a little uncomfortable and vulnerable. Carlon managed to cast the occasional admiring glance my way, but for the most part he led the way so it was only the lizards and the snakes who got to see me in all my tattered glory. My legs were especially cut up by thorns from yesterday's dashing about, as were Barra's. By mid morning we had made it unseen to a ridge overlooking the road and we slumped down onto the hot slab of solid Ankoran granite our stomach's grumbling audibly. I lay on my front to best hide myself. After a few minutes we saw a bus tearing along from the south at speed towards us, but just as we were about to run out and flag it down we saw a fighter craft roaring in behind it. With a single burst it hit the unsuspecting bus sending it spinning out of control into the ditch which ran alongside the road amid a great cloud of dirt. If it had wanted to, it could have totally destroyed it, but it seemed content to have just brought it to a halt and flew off rapidly north. We could see dazed figures emerging from the wreck as a second craft flew in and landed alongside the crash site.

More of those same hooded figures emerged from the aircraft and quickly and efficiently began to subdue and secure the survivors while their aircraft rose noisily, and departed in the wake of the fighter.

"We can't just let this happen," I said to Carlon, and without waiting for him to follow I ran at a crouch under cover of the smoke of the wreck into the shelter of the ditch. We learnt later that the bus had been bringing the members of a college sporting team back from a tournament. I watched as the girls were tapped by the prods, stripped and then secured. With no plan of action I simply charged in and took out one of the three hooded figures who had remained. Surprise is a wonderful thing. I grabbed his fallen prod, but for some reason couldn't seem to figure how it worked. Just when another Hoorman was getting close, Carlon arrived and dropped him. Weight of numbers saw the third Hoor brought down. We began to free the girls, but many were in shock or had injuries from the crash and it was a slow job. Soon enough the Hoorman aircraft reappeared, banking low over the nearby ridge where Barra had remained. We all scattered. I crabbed back into the smoke and down along the ditch.

Some of the team escaped into the hills, others were quickly rounded up and were herded into the aircraft. Carlon made a roundabout journey to rejoin me with Barra.

Before yesterday I had never heard of the Hoorman. Even Carlon had only read about them in the library. They were the galaxy's universal slavers. They had bought the franchise for the enslavement of Ankora's Human population, but were already complaining that the battle tactics of the Carpellarians had reduced their potential profits by destroying the cities. The Thanes had also brought along several million immigrants to restock our world while yet another race would get the lucrative mineral rights in exchange for help with the invasion. Ankora, whichever way you looked at it, was fucked.

We huddled closer into the rocks as the Hoor transport roared over us, its belly full of captives picked up from all along the road. As it came level with us there was a hiss from our left and from a hidden battery a rocket streaked towards the Hoor aircraft. It staggered from the impact, crippled but not destroyed. It fought for height but crashed heavily into the ground some distance off with a fearful grinding noise followed by total silence.

Carlon and I ran to the wreckage. Somehow the Hoorman crew had fared worse than the two dozen or so captives, some of the team surviving their second train wreck in a single morning.

We took shelter in an abandoned military base we stumbled across hidden deep in the hills. Maybe the automatic missile system had been activated when the invasion was launched but its garrison had been destroyed before it could be deployed here. At any event it provided a safe refuge for us all and over the next few days our numbers increased with the rounding up of several groups of people from the road.

There were supplies of preserved foods, enough to last us for some time, but little else that worked or could be utilized. Our most pressing problem was clothing, as many of the thirty odd people who eventually joined us had escaped from Hoorman hands.

Luckily there is no great taboo on Ankora about nudity, but I was young and a little self conscious and it would have been nice to have had something to call my own to wear. All I could lay my hands on was an old tattered vest. Worn in the accepted way it covered my breasts but left the breezes to waft freely past my bare ass. I tried to tie it around my middle but then it neither hid my tits or did much to cover my lower delights. I looked quite indecent, but many others were in a similar if not worse predicament.

It's funny how quickly people can adapt to a situation. Apart from Barra, none of members of our group had ever seen me wearing clothes, so it didn't seem that big a deal for them to know what I looked like starkers. I had nothing to be ashamed of in the body department, in fact I think I tended to get more than my share of compliments, from girls even more than boys, but then I guess more girls had seen me totally naked in the college dressing rooms than boys had seen me in a bikini at the local pool. Besides, we had bigger problems to deal with apart from worrying about showing a bit too much flesh. Our planet had just been taken over, its people killed or enslaved and we were likely soon to meet the same fate.

My family and my friends had all too likely died as they lived in the capital. I cried myself to sleep every night during those first few awful weeks, but I was also kept busy figuring out how to survive, and in time that took my mind off the worst of the horrors.

I coped by fighting back. Six times I acted as live bait for the Hoormans. We knew they were out to get slaves, especially nubile young females like me. All I had to do was parade just outside missile range and wait.

On the sixth occasion I had to go further out to gain their attention, but they never did seem to learn. I guess it was sheer greed, but at that time I didn't yet appreciate just how much a human female in good condition could fetch in the slave markets of Purakka Two. After a few hours spent lying in the sun on the rocks getting an almost all over tan, my skimpy vest pulled up over my head, I heard the drone of a Hoor transport. I climbed to my feet and ran for the base: the transport literally hot on my heels. Surely by now they knew about the missile defenses. After each successful trap had been sprung and a ship had been brought down by a rocket we combed the debris for salvage then cleared away as much evidence of the crash as we could manage otherwise the area in front of the base would have resembled a Hoorman ship junkyard.

Even I was amazed it worked every time. I hoped each ship was packed high with the slaving bastards. We'd heard some horror stories from refugees we had collected from the road. I made it by the skin of my teeth. As I jumped down into a natural hollow I could hear a rocket being launched from the battery above me, and I cowered down in the rocks to avoid the resulting explosion.

Usually I got to the crash site first as I was naturally the closest when it went down. My hope was to get something useful before it burned up in the fire. On this sixth occasion the first thing I found was a very angry and pissed off Hoorman female, apparently the only survivor.

In fact she was as mad as a Hoorman gets, and lunged at me with her prod. One touch from that and I would have been helpless. Finally, after some dodging about amid the burning remains of the ship she managed to get it jammed against a mangled piece of the wing and had to discard it. Now we were more even, or so I thought as we began to trade blows.

Hoors don't like to fight without their prods, but that's not because they can't fight. This girlie managed just fine with only her fists and knees, and if truth be known, I took a bit of a battering. Maybe I'd just killed her lover in the crash, maybe she was just having a bad day. If I'd had balls they would have been very sore. I had a lot to learn about fighting apparently.

Maybe I managed to land the occasional blow, but I doubt it. I seemed to be getting the worst of things and ended up on my bare bum amid the debris feeling a little dazed. True to type, the female Hoor needed something to hit me with other than her fists and her single eye zeroed in on a smoldering lump of ship. With a grunt she hefted it above her head and smiled as she no doubt thought of what it would do to me when she slammed it down on my head. Luckily for me the block of metal was a fraction too ambitious a weight for a Hoorman who had just survived a crash landing to be swinging about and she had a seizure there and then and collapsed in a heap with the heavy block landing on her own head.

In later years I learnt all about the Hoors congenital heart weakness, but for the moment I thought I'd just been lucky. At that stage of my life I was not used to fighting. Girls on Ankora didn't usually take part in brawls, but now it seemed I had to learn fast. Lesson one: don't fist fight Hoormen.

The other members of our group came running up just too late to help in the fight, and after all that the ship gave us very little useful salvage. Personally I was a mess. I was covered in bruises and I ached everywhere else. I left the salvagers to it and took the rest of the day off. I had earned a break, and I made my way deeper into the hills where we had discovered a series of rock pools.

I only had my tattered vest to strip off, so I was soon gingerly slipping into the cool dark water. Cool. It was actually frigid in there. My nipples did their famous impersonations of granite and I shivered as I ducked under the surface, emerging spluttering and gasping for air. As usual, it didn't take long to adjust to the temperature and I spent a pleasant hour swimming slowly up and down the length of the pool doing my own version of breast stroke or just drifting on the surface.

Eventually the cold began to seep into my bones and I clambered out and found a nice sun warmed rock to drape myself over. Slowly the circulation was toasted back into my body while I dozed contentedly.

"Another day, another brush with death, Sanoon, "came a voice from nearby. It was Carlon, who really ought to have known better than to intrude on the female only pool. He sounded serious and concerned. I just shrugged. I don't think anyone in our little group had any illusions about what sort of future we had to look forward to. The last people we had managed to save had told us horrible stories of the rape of the planet, the slavers and the other alien powers who had quickly moved in. Tomorrow could easily have seen us all in the hands of the Hoors.

Carlon came down to lie beside me and we made love on the warm rock, then again later further up the gulch and finally that evening under the stars. We didn't say very much. Did I love Carlon? Who knows. I didn't know a lot about love back then, and sometimes I wonder if I don't know a lot more about it today.

I do remember that I enjoyed it, despite my various hurts. I did lose my virginity that day, and that's a fact worth noting. What attracted me to Carlon I think, apart from the physical, was that we had fought the Hoors together. He had saved me from the slavers and we made a good team, a partnership, and I valued loyalty very highly. I still do and that's what hurt the most later, but I get beyond myself.

Everybody else in camp seemed to know that we had become lovers. I doubt if we were the first and we certainly weren't the last. It didn't change much apart from the sleeping arrangements, although Carlon did suddenly become a little uneasy whenever I went out alone to bait the Hoorman ships. That sixth ship however turned out to be the last one I hooked.

In retrospect, the new relationship between myself and Carlon did impact on my friend Barra. Not unnaturally Barra had taken the whole invasion thing hard. Who wouldn't? But since our capture and escape from the Hoormen she had become withdrawn. We had set up a little camp together just inside the entrance to the hidden base and each night she had slept in my arms, often twitching in her sleep as if disturbed by nightmares. I could hardly have brought her along to where Carlon and I now slept, but failed to see how my seeming abandonment of her affected her.

We had acquired several Hoorman prods in our engagements with them and from the wreaks of their ships but we could never work out how to operate them. They appeared to have several power settings, perhaps from the merely painful to the outright fatal, but maybe they only worked if you were a Hoor, and in the end we just strapped rough blades to them and used the obviously sophisticated weapons as a rough and ready spear.

Life continued like this for perhaps another month. Each day I went out to lure in the Hoors but we now seldom saw their ships, and then only at a great distance. Maybe, we wondered, they had finished their work here and had left.

By now most of us had gotten used to wandering about in an undressed state and seeing nothing but others in the same condition, and sometimes I actually felt overdressed in my little tattered vest. It was good preparation for my later life where I tended to bare all more than I seemed to get to cover up.

Life went on.

Carlon and I were happy in our own way. We made no plans and lived from day to day, knowing it might all end suddenly but never mentioning it. We shagged like rabbits, getting somewhat ambitious from time to time in trying new positions. I've never seen myself as promiscuous, I never took anyone other than Carlon while we were hiding in the hills, but I have to admit to getting to enjoy sex rather quickly.

We had to keep a constant watch against any outside threat, and Carlon and I did our share of guard duty. It was pretty boring work. One day we were out together on a flat slab of rock which gave an excellent view of any approach from the south. We usually passed the time with diversions which invariably involved the shedding of clothes and the mingling of body fluids out under the late summer sun of Ankora.

We were capable of being passionate when the mood took us, or we could, as on this particular warm morning, just have a good fuck because we both enjoyed doing it. Nothing wrong in principle with that between two good friends or lovers, but we neglected to keep an eye out for trouble.

I'd already removed Carlon's shorts and top and was expertly shrugging my vest over my head whilst straddling him as he lay on the warm rock. His hands made a beeline for my bare breasts, and began kneading them with practiced skill. I think Carlon liked playing with my tits almost as much as I liked having them sticking out of my chest seemingly just for his pleasure. I'd been something of a late developer in that department. Barra, who was almost exactly my age, had a great set, which she insisted on displaying to me on any occasion that presented itself, while I remained stubbornly flat chested until they suddenly, and to my great relief, sprouted almost overnight.