by Stone, Piper
I was instantly yanked back, Sergeant Sykes fisting my hair. “She’s a feisty one. She’ll need harsh discipline.”
I was fully aware the alien beasts had learned our language, the majority even able to speak at least a few words. By the additional spark in the alien’s eyes, I could tell the bastard thought the same thing.
Over my dead body.
I would enjoy feasting on your sweet pussy, ravaging every inch of your body.
Had the beast actually said the words out loud? I dared to look him in the eyes once again and I could swear I knew exactly what he was thinking.
He would make good on his promise.
“Why is the prisoner muzzled?” the judge asked.
“She was unruly as evidenced just now,” Sergeant Sykes answered.
“Very well. Bring her forward.” The judge rolled his eyes, obvious disgust riding his face.
I struggled, hissing again around the gag.
“Keep her still, for God’s sake. I want this finished. I have a party to attend in thirty minutes.” The judge glared down at me before turning his attention to one of the men standing behind us. “What evidence do you have against Ms. Roberts?”
Detective, you asshole. Detective.
“Allow me to show you, sir.” With the simple press of a button, vivid pictures splashed along the wall. And there I was, blood covering my hands, involved in crimes that were made up. Fake. My God, the lengths they’d gone to was incredible. I was in shock watching image after image, one more horrific than the other.
The gasps in the audience seemed preprogrammed, right on cue.
I whimpered behind the muzzle, finally allowing a few tears to fall. Why? Why were they doing this?
“As you can see, she is certainly not pet material,” Sergeant Sykes stated with disdain in his voice, darting a glance in the alien’s direction. “No one would want her as evidenced by her crimes. The best thing we can do is carry out the sentence on Earth.”
The pictures continued to rush by, the horrors forcing tears to form. I would not cry. I refused to react in any manner. They wanted me dead.
The various spectators in the crowd moaned, spouting various nasty words in my direction.
Bitch.
Murderer.
Kill her. Kill her!
“Jesus Christ. I’ve seen enough!” the judge snarled, shooting a contemptuous look in my direction. “For an officer of the law to be involved in such heinous crimes is... There are no words, Ms. Roberts. You are what I’d consider one of the most disgusting humans on this beautiful Earth. I find you guilty of all charges and you are hereby punished by death. In addition, you will be severely whipped for your unruly behavior. That is protocol for a sentence of this nature.”
Death. As I’d suspected. I was sick to my stomach, my legs shaking. No. No. No!
I noticed a look shared between the sergeant and the judge, a knowing smile. They were in on the setup. They wanted the alien to take me away. The judge eased back, tapping two fingers across his mouth. Debating.
“However, given your background, you could provide certain... services for the Malzeons, but only if they can tame you. Commander Haern, would you consider such a wretched creature for one of your auctions?” I heard the near glee in the judge’s voice. Already planned. Already decided. He glanced toward the Malzeon commander, as if getting the creep’s opinion or maybe his approval.
Auctions. If the alien agreed, I’d be auctioned off like cattle to the highest bidder, forced to do what they demanded. I’d heard just how heinous their commands could be. Don’t cry. Breathe. Just breathe.
The alien walked forward, taking another deep breath. He was calculating my worth in their world. This could be a good thing. You might be saved. I growled from the thoughts shifting in my mind. Saved. There would be nothing and no one who could save me from the various horrors I knew I’d face, the harsh discipline and possible death.
I could see the alien was still amused by the entire situation. Even his upper lip curled, his long tongue slickening his rosy lips. “I will consider.” His words brought gasps sparking through the crowd. My God. People of my own species wanted to watch my execution.
I was able to issue a deep-throated growl of my own as I lurched forward, my actions bringing another round of nervous laughter from at least ten people. How could they find this acceptable in any manner?
“If you don’t agree, her sentence will be carried out later today,” the judge said offhandedly.
The alien finally nodded, tilting his head very slowly in my direction. Jesus. Lust had formed in his eyes. There was also a thick bulge between his legs. I was sick to my stomach, although an odd wave of butterflies shifted in my tummy. There was no way I could be attracted to this... huge.
Muscular.
Exquisite.
Man.
He’s not a man. He’s a monster.
Then why did he have to have such a human appearance? I knew what they were capable of, how ugly their transformations could be, but this alien was almost... perfect in every way.
“Why don’t you remove her muzzle so she can speak? Why not get her opinion? I’m in a good mood today,” the judge commanded. Another dog and pony show and nothing more.
“Why certainly, Judge,” the sergeant said.
The nasty muzzle was ripped from my face, forcing me to cough several times. I turned my vicious glare in the alien’s direction. He was a commander, a high-ranking official in the Malzeon clown ring. Who the hell cared?
“What say you, criminal?” the judge asked, a wry smile covering his wrinkled face.
I growled deeply the second the gag was ripped from my mouth, ready to spew off a litany of hateful accusations. “Every one of you will die by my hands. Trust me.”
“Missy, I was going to go lenient on your whipping. Not now. You’re going to receive forty strikes with the strap.” The judge pointed his finger down at me, his face beet red. “I suggest you realize that you’ve been convicted of a horrific crime.” He brushed his hands through his thinning hair, muttering under his breath. “Now, I will ask you this once and if you don’t answer, the offer will be removed. Do you want to vie for your freedom by engaging in an auction with the Malzeon race?”
I could hear the alien’s heavy breathing. The freak was enjoying this every minute of this.
Freedom? What a crock of shit. However, I had no choice. I would certainly die by some extraordinary method if I didn’t agree. “Fine. Why the hell not?”
“Then I will accept, taking her after the punishment you seem so inclined to perform.” The alien’s deep voice was shocking, velveteen and provocative, forcing another round of goosebumps popping along my naked skin.
The judge sat back, tapping his fingers on the pulpit style bench. “Then so be it. What do we care? It’s your decision, Commander. I think she’ll make a fine specimen for your king. Don’t you?”
Specimen. That’s all I was. I could feel the alien’s hungry eyes on me once again, debating my very fate. I wanted to kick him in the balls, if the bastard even had any.
“She will be treated as all the others you have provided,” the commander snarled, as if disgruntled by all humans.
The judge nodded, a sly smile forming on his face, turning his attention in my direction. “Excellent. You could actually be reformed, Ms. Roberts. But only if you learn to obey their very harsh requirements.”
“If she survives the auction,” the commander added.
Meaning that if I wasn’t selected, the Malzeons had the choice to send me to hard labor or...
Death.
I had no doubt I would survive. I’d find a fucking way to charm the assholes. This plan had indeed been in place for some time. I gathered the alien was also involved. Maybe the commander was rewarded in some exemplary fashion for catching a horrible criminal like myself.
I was going to be made an example of to keep the Dark Resistance in line.
“I think I’m going to enj
oy turning your corrupt world upside down, Judge.” I gave him my most practiced smile, which pissed him off even more.
The roar from the crowd was fuel for the rage burning deep within.
“Tie her to the bench. Christ, the shit I have to see on a day to day basis.”
The officers dragged me toward one of the benches and while I continued to fight them every step of the way, I was no fool. I was merely biding time. The next transport to the Malzeon planet was in a few hours. Then I’d be forced to endure sheer hell.
I cringed as they secured my wrists and ankles, my legs spread wide open, my bottom high in the air. There was no escape. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I heard a series of dark clicks coming from the alien. I twisted my neck, taking gulping breaths, quivering from the anticipation of what was about to occur.
“Sergeant, when the punishment is finished, take her to the landing space,” the judge snickered.
Landing space. Never to see my beloved Earth again. I was sick and angry, the treachery of what my own people had done something that would never leave me.
“That will be a pleasure, sir,” Sergeant Sykes said with contempt. “She deserves to understand what she is facing.” Every person in the room laughed, creating another round of shivers skating down my spine.
Anger pooling in my belly.
All I could think about was what a fool I’d been.
They knew exactly what I was going to endure. I was lightheaded, unable to breathe.
I wiggled in my bindings, imagining horrific things that might happen. From what I’d learned, surviving such barbaric discipline was nothing in comparison to what I would face. Could I survive being nothing more than a slave? I would. I had the tenacity and a smoking gun. I almost laughed at the thought.
As long as the alien race believed me.
If not, perhaps their world would face what Earth had two decades before.
Footsteps came closer, forcing every muscle to tense.
A slight growl came from the appointed punisher who stood behind me. When he had the audacity to run his fingers down my spine, sliding the tips into the cleft of my ass, I bristled, struggling to the point the steel portion of the shackles clanged against the bench. “Don’t you dare touch me.”
I could tell the asshole had leaned over, his hot breath cascading across my skin. “Where you’re going, sweetheart, trust me, beasts will do a hell of lot more to that voluptuous body of yours. Imagine how many cocks can be stuffed into that pretty pink pussy.” He made a slurping sound before chuckling darkly.
“Enough!” the alien bellowed. “You will simply follow orders.”
The man holding the strap snarled but seemed to obey.
I held my breath, waiting, clenching my fists.
The whooshing sound caught my attention, the cracking of the strap against the floor making me jump. I clenched my fists, anxiety kicking in. I’d had broken ribs, had been stabbed twice but I was terrified about the anguish a spanking would cause.
I realized I was holding my breath when the strap cut through the air once again. I was dropped back into a surreal reality, everything running in slow motion as the bastard issued a savage bellow before slicing the leather across my backside. The anticipated tremendous pain simply didn’t occur. There was almost no feeling, a mere tingle. This wasn’t as bad as I’d expected.
When he delivered three more in succession, I’d unclenched my fists. Then the pain exploded from deep within my body, racing down my legs, the anguish blinding. “Oh!” My scream was high-pitched, strangled.
I heard him snicker behind me. The bastard was enjoying this. I had a list in my mind of all the assholes I would gut when I got off the damn island. And I would escape or win the freaking game.
He issued four more, grunting every time. The punisher was like a machine, smacking me in almost exactly the same spot. Heat rose from my toes shooting straight into my pussy. Then my entire world was rocked, shame gushing from every pore when I realized that I was wet, my pussy quivering from deep within.
Oh, God. That was ridiculous. Insane. How could I tolerate let alone enjoy something so barbaric?
As if he could tell my condition, he rubbed his hand across my bottom, allowing his fingers to trail down to my pussy lips. And I heard his disgusting, lewd voice once again. “I’d love to shove my cock into your wet heat. I can tell how much you want it. You’re one hot little girl.”
“Fuck you.”
Snorting, he pumped his fingers inside of me several times, the bastard able to hit my G-spot. I was mortified as my body reacted, the muscles clenching around his fingers. I bit back a moan, furious with myself.
Enraged at the entire world.
He continued the spanking, hitting my upper thighs until I jerked up, arching my back as far as possible. Oh, God. Oh, God. The second he shoved his fingers even deeper, driving in a brutal manner, I was ripped from my consciousness, panting like some wild woman. My body bucked, unaccustomed to the dichotomy of pleasure and pain.
“I said, enough!” This time, the cracking sound came from the punisher’s body, as if the alien had nearly broken his neck.
Should I be grateful to the Malzeon?
“It is his right, Commander. You have your customs, we have ours.” the judge snarked, forcing another guttural sound from the Malzeon.
The sound of the commander’s ragged breath filtered into my eardrums. He loathed humans. Of that I had no doubt.
“Very well,” the commander said. I’d been right about learning our language. He understood every freaking word that was being said. Even the sound of his voice created a wave of heat coursing through my veins.
The punisher coughed several times before resuming the whipping. I felt every harsh strike, pain erupting almost everywhere. I was tossed into a moment of bliss, as if my body craved this. I was sick at my stomach, humiliated from the entire experience.
Yet it continued.
His fingers assaulted me again, bringing me close to an orgasm then backing off, issuing several additional strikes. I no longer heard him or the cracking sound of the belt. I was lost in a sea of insanity, forced to accept the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to hold back.
The climax rushed up from the very tips of my toes, sweeping into me like a tidal wave. This time, my scream was silent as the combination tossed me into ecstasy. As the single orgasm shifted into a wave, I lowered my head, the sound of my heart throbbing in my ears. I’d lost myself completely.
The punisher wrapped his fist around my hair, jerking back as he crouched down next to me. I was forced to see his black eyes. There was no light in them, only true evil, a human monster. The stench of him was something I would never forget. Never.
“And they said you couldn’t be broken. They said you were too honorable. They were wrong. You will be broken and when that happens, I just might purchase you as my slave in the future. One never knows the beautiful possibilities.”
As he walked away, his heavy boots creating a dull roar in my ears, I couldn’t help but smile.
He’d be the first man on my list I’d drive a knife into.
And I would enjoy it.
The alien was next on my radar, no matter my body’s ugly betrayal or the fact I remained wet, my pussy swollen with need. I refused to be used in any manner. Not now.
Not ever.
Chapter Three
Draze
Humans.
Deadly.
Wretched.
Creatures.
Although my experience was limited with them, I’d seen enough that even the thought of them left bile in my throat. There was nothing salvageable about the race.
Even though a significant portion of our species enjoyed appearing very humanlike, our kind able to mirror any type of creature, no matter how large or small, I wasn’t one of them. That was our one true gift, allowing us to hide in plain sight when faced with our enemies. However, various more savage species had taken to attacking our planet, m
urdering thousands of our people. After fighting back, we held a tenuous position within the solar system, although that was something we certainly didn’t broadcast. We’d been fools to think we could maintain superiority for so long.
Fortunately, humans were far less advanced, so primitive that they’d been easy to conquer, but our king’s decision had been met with adversity.
Even still, human sins had made it easy to usurp their supposed supreme power, fierce warriors taking over their planet with limited difficulty. We’d heard they were formidable but what we found were little more than renegades, the mighty soldiers succumbing almost instantly.
At least we’d kept them from blowing up their entire planet. They should be grateful for our intervention. Thank God, they were more docile in this stage, allowing a level of peace. I couldn’t wait until we were free of them, the ridiculous payment issued by our reverent king something that had divided our species over the years. Some said King Lorowerd was a fool, his advancing age preventing him from making important decisions.
I was one of his high commanders, a position I held with pride. Given the man had no sons, no heirs to the throne, it was said the finest commander would eventually take the position, although by all rights, that would be at least two decades from now. Our longevity allowed us almost two hundred years of life. When the time came, I would be that man one way or the other.
I sucked in my heated breath, my thoughts drifting to the woman. She was... interesting, much different than other human females I’d been forced to deal with on this blasphemous mission. I knew the king was testing me, my worth and ability to lead no matter the circumstances. I loathed this shit more than anything. Humans were not worth my time.
There would always be those in need of harsh discipline and I was happy to dole it out as necessary. I was known as being a brutal man, one who refused to take any bullshit. The girl they’d called a detective was a perfect example. She would learn the hard way prior to being placed on the auction block. I could only imagine the deviant Malzeon who would take her as a pet.
