Auctioned: A Dark Sci-Fi Menage Romance

by Piper Stone

  I snickered as I walked out of the courtroom and into the sunlight, forced to shield my eyes. Even their blasphemous sun was something few Malzeons could withstand for extended periods of time.

  At least not any longer.

  No matter the supposed accolades, I certainly hadn’t requested this particular command, babysitting a species that had no real civility. The requirement of maintaining a human appearance was annoying, uncomfortable as fuck. Thank God, our mission was almost complete. Granted, I’d learned much during the thirty-two lunar months I’d been stationed to oversee the planet, all vital data on the dissident group and the new government sent to our king. I could barely tolerate the human stench or the fact they ignored the beauty of their world. I especially had difficulty stomaching the judicial system they seemed to hold dear.

  They were almost as brutal as several other planets and outposts we controlled, although they were more creative in their methods of handling their criminal population. They were, however, weaklings with regard to punishments. Or so I’d believed. The woman had been made an example of, a show for other humans. I had to wonder what the real story was behind her arrest.

  And there always seemed to be. Humans had difficulty telling the truth in every regard.

  I forced myself to take a moment, staring at one of the hundreds, thousands of Movietron screens that had been positioned all throughout every city. The basic propaganda was twenty-four/seven, mostly recorded messages from what I considered to be a worthless president of their planet. The change in leadership had taken a toll on the human evolution, at least in my opinion.

  President Silvio Marchant was a pompous ass, a man who glorified himself as greater than their God in the heavens. I chuckled as I listened to his words.

  “We will be reborn. We will be great again.”

  Great again. The various human classes had shoved two thirds of their people into poverty, the upper echelon of their society infused with capital, partaking in all the glorious affinities of the wealthy.

  Wine.

  Women.

  Influence.

  The men of the planet had taken a superior role, pushing human females into little more than subservient slaves, which made the detective’s position fascinating. Why allow her such a position of authority? A cold chill shifted down my spine. Was our species any different? I’d begun to wonder.

  I’d seen the president on several occasions, forced to honor invitations to various speaking engagements. They were simply ugly reminders that dictators were either kind or cruel. The president of the New World Order was a true monster.

  Several Vipers walked by, taking a deep whiff before saluting as required, initially confused I was in human form. I also loathed the ugly creations, their horrific methods used. It was tough to fathom that they’d been a creation of my father’s rather warped mind, his work with our scientists to perfect the development taking several years. Now they were killing machines in an entirely different manner.

  Seeing the thick-headed man strapping the girl then violating her had almost pushed me over the edge. I’d wanted to smash his head against a wall. I’d never had that kind of reaction to any female, let alone a human ever before. Hunger washed through me in waves.

  Watching the female detective being whipped had first stimulated then riled me, although no female of any species had the right to ignore a male’s orders. They were simply inferior creatures. She’d shown true disdain for authority, something that would need to be broken if she was to survive the auction, let alone spending her life serving an important Malzeon. Sadly, I gave her slim odds at being able to submit as required. She didn’t have the stamina or the intelligence to know her place.

  Then why do you crave her?

  The question remained nagging at me, festering deep inside.

  I had to wonder whether that was the reason I had an innate need to protect her. The thoughts I’d had about her were unusual, carnal in nature.

  I moved quickly over the terrain, avoiding any additional contact. I needed to get the female safely secured for transport.

  Usually I had my second in command partake in securing the various prisoners that the human courts deemed possible for auction, even though the majority I refused to accept. What also troubled me was that I’d been requested specifically to handle this particular prisoner. Humans were also devious in every manner, prompting me to remain on alert around her. I’d been a believer for years that the human race would never fulfill the terms of the treaty, something King Lorowerd refused to acknowledge. The old man was losing his touch.

  As if I’d ever say that to anyone.

  While I was forced to admit that my body seemed to crave hers, my cock still aching even two human hours after the disciplining event, she was still a vile creature that would need to be taught several lessons.

  Mouthy.

  Nasty.

  Unruly...

  Beautiful.

  Hissing, lurid thoughts shifted into my mind, a reminder that I was nothing but a coldhearted bastard. I could easily take her and perhaps I would. It was my right as commander even prior to the auction. I shoved my weapon into position, continuing my path, visions of her naked body remaining in the forefront of my mind. The scent of her would remain with me for days.

  I gritted my teeth as I stormed toward what the humans called a landing space. It was merely a tangible destination point for the Earthlings, a holding ground for the insurgents prior to being taken to one of our work camps.

  Or to the auction.

  I loathed the auction, every aspect of the hope that it seemed to provide for upper echelon of our society, a perk as the humans called it. The deal to accept their criminals had been another one struck with the humans years before. Our people were somewhat enamored with the rather beautiful species. A single additional thought regarding the beautiful woman tightened my balls.

  As I rounded the corner, I could see hundreds of dissidents attempting to push their agenda down my throat. They were well versed in the scheduling of taking prisoners and made certain I was forced to endure their screams. They certainly believed their government was evil in every manner, another amusing fact.

  So what if they were? They had zero capabilities of harming our people. However, if they broke the treaty... A significant portion of me wanted nothing more than to see that happen. I was finished with wars on our planet, enemies who believed they could best us. The king’s decision to interfere with the governance of this particular planet had been so unusual that his popularity had waned significantly.

  Even through my discord, I remained fiercely loyal and would no matter what decisions my king made. He’d been like a father to me over the years.

  Besides, I had the capability on my ship alone of wiping out the entire human race with a single command, ending their useless lives in a few seconds. They simply had no way of knowing how close they came on a regular basis to having their lives snuffed out.

  If I understood King Lorowerd in any capacity, he was merely tolerating them, fodder for his dark and devious tastes.

  Or so I hoped.

  Before I reached the compound, the sight of Sergeant Sykes standing with several of his men infuriated me even more. It was obvious he was waiting for me, as if I gave a shit about anything he had to say. Sadly, there was no way to avoid him.

  He stepped forward, motioning for the others to remain behind. Whatever he felt he needed to say would be done in private.

  “Commander Haern,” the sergeant said casually, as if we were friends. I loathed the man and all he stood for, the Federation officers little more than criminals themselves. They were violent in their methods of arrest. I could only imagine what the female detective had gone through.

  “Sergeant Sykes. Why does it not surprise me you are here? Whatever you have to say, make it quick. I have business to attend to.”

  He gave me a hard onceover, pressing his hand against his weapon.

  “Interesting, Sergeant. Are yo
u actually threatening a member of the Malzeon race?”

  Laughing, he folded his hands together. “Of course not, Commander. I’m merely here as a courtesy to our president. He would like an audience with you.”

  “An audience. I have no time for him. I’ve been called back to our planet.”

  “That is a shame, Commander. He was looking forward to discussing the future with you.”

  Another man who I found intolerable. I was no fool. Whatever was going on, the president was clearly concerned about recent dissident upheavals. His recent changes in certain rules had put the entire dissident group further on edge. “Are you having issues, Sergeant?”

  He offered another laugh, albeit dry in nature. “Our president is very comfortable in his decisions, Commander. He simply would like a word with you.”

  “Then I will keep that in mind if I should return. Now, what is it that you need?”

  “It’s what your kind desires, Commander. Females. I have an entire crop of them just waiting for you to take them. They are... special.”

  “And what makes them so special, Sergeant?” There was zero patience in my tone.

  “Let’s just say they are highly intelligent, and their skills are... extraordinary.”

  There wasn’t a member of the New World Order who didn’t have a hidden agenda. I knew that well enough. However, I refused to take his bait. “I’ll take that under advisement.”

  “You need to tell your king,” he said after grabbing my arm.

  I slowly lowered my head, remaining quiet until he removed his hand. When I finally lifted my gaze, I gave him a stern look. “We don’t traffic in humans, Sergeant. We merely take the leftovers of your society, hoping they can find a life within our society.”

  “A life? You mean as a human pet?” He laughed. “If that’s what you need to believe.”

  I held my tongue, knowing this was nothing more than grandstanding. “Is there anything else you came to tell me?”

  He shifted, glancing away for a few seconds. “I wouldn’t ignore our president, Commander. He is a formidable man who has little patience.”

  I closed the distance, resisting wrapping my hand around his throat. “And our king has no love for humans, including your... Federation of soldiers. I suggest you remember your place.”

  “I came to you out of courtesy, Commander. Nothing more. I suggest you heed my advice and have a discussion with President Marchant before he retracts his offer.”

  “And what offer is that?”

  “Continued peace.” Sergeant Sykes grinned, as if holding some secret.

  “It would seem that we control that peace, Sergeant. I suggest you make certain your president is well aware of that fact.”

  I turned away from him, taking several steps. When he issued the last words, I found my hand placed on my weapon this time. The man would die by my hands one day.

  “You have no idea who you are up against, Commander Haern. I suggest you learn your place.”

  I had grounds and permission to end the man’s life without question, even though his illustrious president would likely retaliate. I simply chose not to at this time, continuing my path toward the compound.

  But I would remember the man’s insolence and his words.

  There was a warning placed in them.

  “Commander,” one of my lieutenants saluted as I walked toward the set of double doors. I didn’t bother acknowledging him. Everyone under my command knew of my extreme distaste for visiting the facility. This particular order had come from the king himself, one I couldn’t afford to fuck up.

  The facility was bleak, a mixture of concrete and steel. Merely entering the building, the rank stench of all those who’d been kept here before only fueled my increasing impatience. The building housed thousands of cages, humans waiting for their turn. Many of them had become almost feral, little more than animals, their spirit broken. What the hell did I care?

  I took long strides down the hallway, avoiding the outstretched hands as the criminals begged for redemption.

  Several human soldiers were in charge of guarding the facility, working with a dozen of our worthy Vipers. No one escaped. That’s why when I heard the sound of the alarm system, the screeching noise reverberating in my eardrums, I was momentarily surprised.

  The rumble of Vipers echoed in the chambers, their massive bodies thudding heavily against the floor.

  “Escape. Escape!” The call seemed to come from everywhere and my gut told me exactly who’d dared defy my authority. “She’s getting away.”

  She.

  The detective.

  The woman they called Casey.

  I took a deep breath, realizing that this was my capture. Humans were no match for our speed or the fact we had the capability of morphing our shapes into anything we desired, no matter the species. For a little bad girl such as Casey, I didn’t need to bother shifting into anything else. She was mine to take.

  Mine to discipline.

  Mine to do with exactly as I pleased.

  It was past time she realized who her master was.

  At least for the time being.

  “I’ll handle this,” I barked into my communicator, knowing every guard and the Vipers would instantly step down. We certainly didn’t need a melee.

  With her scent remaining, I would catch her within minutes. There was nowhere she could run, no location she could hide. I took off running, following the very trail she’d used. Somehow, she’d managed to pry open the lock on her cage, breaking a window in order to climb outside. I had to admit I enjoyed the hunt, only not the kind that was shown to these worthless creatures every week.

  One on one was much preferred.

  Still, my cock remained aching. She was a clever girl.

  I shoved my way through the crowd of dissidents, knocking several down in the process. They were obviously attempting to thwart my advance. They were fools, every one of them needing eradication.

  After several minutes, I was shocked she’d eluded me, her capabilities more significant than originally thought. My cock was at full attention, straining hard against my uniform. I was closing in. I was certain of it. Her scent was much stronger, and the fragrance of her sweet pussy was fueling the beast deep inside. The woman had no idea who she’d enraged.

  She also had no idea just how connected I seemed to be to her.

  I knew instinctively where she was headed. A smile crossed my face as I raced across the field, heading to the one place she truly believed she would find assistance. Then I saw her. She was exactly where I’d expected her to be, attempting to find help.

  She was barefoot, dressed only in a nasty tan shift, a prisoner’s uniform. Her long, gorgeous blonde hair had a luminescent sheen as she weaved in and out of the trees, doing everything she could to elude her captors.

  I was forced to adjust my cock, snarling given my thirst for her was off the charts. Craving her was a problem I didn’t need. I waited, hunkering down and watching her as she attempted to flag down an unsuspecting human, begging for help.

  She was ignored, even pushed aside. No one wanted to get in the middle of a criminal battle of any kind. I could tell she finally gave up after several minutes of her futile attempt, slinking against a tall oak in an effort to catch her breath. She had no idea I was only fifty yards away.

  The moment she took off running once again, I pounced, tugging my weapon into my hand and switching the settings. This wasn’t about harming her beautiful body, merely denying her ability to escape. The single shot was immediately effective, the force field surrounding her within a split second.

  Casey Roberts, detective first class was rendered immobile, although every one of her five senses remained intact. Those around her scuttled away like the nasty rats that had infiltrated the cities, terrified that they would be next. I secured my weapon, taking my time to move closer to her, walking in a full circle around the aura as I studied her.

  Even in her frozen state, she remained defiant, a
rebellious hellion that further ignited the fire burning deep within. I had a taste for her in my mouth, my palate sensitized. I envisioned licking every inch of her, drawing down on her energy mere seconds before I shoved my cock deep inside her wet little pussy.

  Her eyes never left mine and the moment I realized that the force within her had allowed her to lift her hand, her fingers curling as if ready to scratch out my eyes was inspiring. Certain humans seemed to have a lust for life.

  Or perhaps they simply refused to accept their position.

  With a mere snap of my fingers, the force field evaporated and I jerked her limp body over my shoulder. The effects of the field would continue for some time, allowing her to maintain a docile state.

  As I began the long trek back to the private prison cell the human female would remain in, merely a stopping ground before boarding my ship, all I could think about was ravaging every inch of her body.

  Licking her.

  Disciplining her.

  Fucking her.

  Claiming her.

  “She is to be disciplined by our methods.”

  I was only a few feet from the entrance to the prison cell and hearing Lieutenant Tragon’s demanding voice wasn’t what I needed at this point. “And she will be as I see necessary.”

  “She is a prisoner, nothing more at this point.”

  When he moved to within my line of sight, I bristled. “I will handle the prisoner, Lieutenant.”

  He refused to back down, gazing down the length of her as if she was a treat meant for all my soldiers. “Very well, Commander. Just remember the requirements.”

  “And you remember your place, Lieutenant Tragon. Do I need to remind you who is in charge of this facility?”

  The smirk on his face was unexpected. “No, sir. You’ve done that many times. I’m merely relaying the king’s orders.”

  I knew exactly what was required but the fact my second in command had reminded me bordered on insubordination. I’d heard the whispers amongst our ranks, the concern that our position on Earth had been compromised because of my weakness in annihilating a series of enemies. There was no need for senseless bloodshed, especially given the dissidents’ rush to blame the Malzeons as well as their own government for the recent atrocities. No need to give them any fuel. “You will ready the ship for our departure tomorrow. Those are my orders.”