by Stone, Piper
The alien growled, the sound unlike anything I’d ever heard. “If I had my way, female, you would succumb in every way and trust me, you wouldn’t enjoy what I would do.” He took decided steps backwards, motioning to the others.
The statement left my mouth dry, my skin itching. Every other female gave me a nasty look, fearful my outburst would cost them in some manner. Cowards.
We were taken into a third location, all forced to stand in line once again.
Waiting for a fate worse than death.
Within seconds, the shackles around our wrists were gone and I had no idea how the task had been accomplished. I rubbed my wrists, staring down at them, half expecting to see bruises.
There were none.
A whooshing sound could be heard followed by the hard thud of several pairs of boots. I craned my neck, watching as a new group of them approached. The aliens who rounded the corner had no weapons attached to their sides. They had no uniforms on at all, merely a long coat in the same damn hue as the lights. They weren’t human in any regard, their faces something out of a horror movie. The creatures had to be depicting the true appearance of the Malzeons, grotesque faces with small horns located near their foreheads, their noses almost nonexistent, and mouths that were misshapen.
Then there were their long, forked tongues. Oh, my God. I couldn’t believe one of the beasts had actually... fucked me.
Every other female in my group gasped, trying their best to shuffle backwards. Immediately, the prods were used to subdue them, bringing them back into line. I doubted I would ever forget the crackling sound as the electricity soared through their bodies. Only I stood in formation, daring to glare at the newcomers with disdain.
In their hands was an apparatus of some sort, a type of computer-based system. I’d seen pictures of one of them in the king’s hands as he spoke with our president, images splashing on one of the Movietron features. Obviously, the instrument was important, a connection for every Malzeon. If only I could get my hands on one of them. As the group of the newcomers surrounded us, using the device as a scanner, I realized these creatures were a form of a medical professional. My God, they were checking our vitals in order to make certain we were worthy of the damn game.
“Bring them to the compound,” one of the doctors instructed. He appeared to be the leader. After his words, the other doctors turned, following him out of the room.
Within seconds we were led down another long corridor. The group of doctors had disappeared. Everything was sterile and so cold, the floors synthetic in nature and with every footstep, lights flashed. There were rooms on either side, the translucent doors allowing us to see what was in store for every one of us.
Probing.
Examining.
Worse.
I shifted my gaze, sickened at the realization. We were specimens in every manner.
One of the guards grabbed my arm, ripping me away from the others and dragging me toward one of rooms. He simply waved his hand across a console and I was shoved inside. The asshole didn’t bother waiting until I was accustomed to my new surroundings, leaving quickly. I bolted toward the door, the force field obviously in position knocking me instantly on my ass.
“I suggest you discontinue your fighting stance, Detective Roberts.”
There hadn’t been anyone in the room when I’d been tossed inside. I crawled to my feet, inching around to face the source of the voice. While the creature peering back at me wasn’t as horrible as the doctors, he wasn’t human in any regard. “Who are you?”
“Who I am honestly doesn’t matter but if it makes you more comfortable, you can call me John. I believe that is what your species would call a friendly name. This will only take a few minutes. Then you’ll be dressed and sent to a facility to wait for the auction.” He waved his hand and a table appeared out of nowhere.
A friendly name. What the hell kind of ruse was he pulling? I sucked in my breath, scanning the room. Either I hadn’t noticed the various cabinets and equipment lining the walls or this being had just made them appear.
He tapped on the table then pointed his finger at me. “Please remove your clothing.”
“What if I don’t want to, John?”
John cocked his head as if in disbelief. “Then it will be removed for you and I assure you, Casey, you do not want that to happen. The guards enjoy their duties far too much.”
I shivered from his words, turning slightly and yanking off the dress.
“Excellent. Now lie down on the table.”
I didn’t bother fighting him, but my legs were heavy as I walked toward the table. The moment I was in position, I felt the same tethering as I’d experienced before. Only this time, some unseen force lifted my arms over my head, forcing my legs to bend at the knees before being stretched out. I was completely on display, unable to move. A slight whimper left my mouth, enraging me. I wasn’t going to let these bastards see any concept of fear. None.
“Very good, Casey. Now we begin,” John said as he approached, peering down. At least he didn’t have the same leer in his expression.
“What are you doing to me?”
“A simple examination and following through with the king’s requirements.”
“The king? Jesus.”
John used the same type of console, keeping it only a few inches above me as he moved the damn thing up and down my body. “Our king is... powerful and we are required to follow his rules.”
Why did his words sound so considered?
“You are in excellent health, although a bit malnourished. We will take care of that situation.” John gave an approving nod.
“Then get me out of here.”
“Not quite yet. I must look inside.”
“Inside?” I was horrified knowing exactly what he was talking about. I struggled, barely able to move a few inches. “No fucking way.”
“I will do my best not to hurt you, Casey, but I must know everything about you.” He waved his hand over his damn device and another type of apparatus appeared.
I was barely able to lift my head. Whatever metal the contraption was made of gleamed in the wretched cerulean blue light. Another involuntary moan escaped my lips, my heart racing. As John shifted his fingers, the instrument shifted, moving closer, two metal arms extending.
And on the end of each? What appeared to be thick, long probes.
Oh, no. Oh, God, no.
“Get me out of here. I’m not doing this! Fuck you!”
John’s face appeared, hovering over me and he actually placed his palm against my forehead. “Relax, Casey. I’ve heard from many females that this test is actually very pleasurable, but only if you stop fighting.”
Who the hell was he kidding? I was going to be sick or lose what was left of my mind. I gritted my teeth as he instructed the device to close the distance and I watched in horror as the probes moved closer.
And closer.
Until one was positioned mere centimeters from my pussy, the other ready to invade my asshole. This couldn’t be happening. I was in a total nightmare, unable to wake up.
Please help me. Someone, help me.
I held my breath as the first steel cylinder breached my swollen folds, moving ever so slowly inside my pussy. When the second slipped past my rounded bottom, finding my puckered hole with ease, I actually started laughing. I was on a distant planet being fucked by a machine. Wouldn’t this be something I’d tell my grandchildren?
My muscles expanded in both my pussy and asshole, allowing the probes to continue on their path. When they began to vibrate, I was thrown immediately into my own private world, trying to remember what it was like to enjoy a night in my own bed.
Or a glass of wine while taking a bath.
Or a quiet morning listening to music.
Instead of being fucked like a bad little girl.
The vibrating sensations increased, stopping any level of concentration. I bit back another cry as the sensations turned into intense pleasure. I was shocked
at my body’s response, every nerve ending sizzling from the amazing electricity. Then I felt the damn things moving, shifting in and out but very slowly, twisting and turning as the humming vibrations continued.
Perspiration beaded above my mouth and my breathing was scattered. I clenched my fists, realizing I was attempting to arch my back, to pull the damn foreign objects in further. This was insane. This was...
“Oh, oh, oh.” I was thrown into sheer ecstasy, prickles running up and down the length of my body as the procedure continued. And all the while John stood over me, studying his damn tablet, his eyes obviously following some level of results.
“You’re doing very well, Casey. Just a few more minutes.”
Minutes? I wasn’t certain I could take seconds. This was horrible. This was... fantastic. I gulped for air as a raging climax refused to be ceased. The moment the orgasm ripped through me, I let out a series of strangled moans, my body bucking.
But the contraption refused to stop pumping or twisting or vibrating. Everything seemed to be on full speed, driving into me in a brutal yet delicious manner. I was lost in the pleasure, unable to think or care about what I was going to face. I wanted this to last, to go on forever.
And it seemed to, the vibrations building once again until another explosive climax took me over the edge into never-never land. I heard the scream floating into the room followed by more laughter. There was no way of knowing how long the procedure lasted, but when the thing suddenly stopped, I was ready to beg for more.
I was exhausted, drained beyond belief, yet every inch of my body tingled from satisfaction. I was aware the probes had been removed, leaving me aching all over. I was also cognizant that another foreign object had breached my asshole.
“What? What...” I couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Swirls of light continued to flash in front of my eyes. I was a complete mess.
“King Lorowerd prefers all the female contestants wear anatomically correct plugs,” John stated, unfazed by what the hell he was saying.
Contestants? Did the bastards consider this a game? Of course they would. “An ass plug? Are you kidding me?”
“I assure you, Casey, this is no joke. The king is particular in how he prefers the women who serve on the auction block, and I suggest you do not cross him. Besides, if you are lucky enough to be selected, your master will require you to wear one at all times. The king will check for accuracy.”
Accuracy. I wasn’t going to tell John that the word use was all wrong.
I sucked in my breath as the foreign object was twisted back and forth, the damn robot finally shifting backwards after the insertion. I was incensed, even though the feeling of being full and... God. The thing inside of me was exciting. I bit my lip, attempting to keep my mind from shifting into the concepts of pleasure. What the hell was this about?
John moved around the table, humming some innocuous tune as he inspected the work done by the inanimate being. He seemed satisfied, even patting my bottom before waving his hand.
As if by magic, the tethering holding my entire body in place disappeared. I rolled to my side, fury rippling through me.
“You will be taken to another location in order to be dressed for the occasion.” John seemed happy as he muttered the words.
In my mind, all I could see was the color red.
The hue of blood.
The roar of battle.
I sat up on the table, corralling my rage. “While you might believe that the human race is nothing but folly for your kind, I assure you that one day you will understand our abilities.” I turned my head until I could see that asshole’s eyes. “And on that day, I will come for you. You will be one of the first to die. By my hands.”
As I slid off the table, embarrassment keeping my body rigid, I realized I’d added to my list of those who would face my wrath.
And I couldn’t help but smile.
Chapter Six
Draze
Deception.
I knew the concept well.
The moment I’d seen our once beautiful skies, I’d known all the light had been sucked out, leaving us in pure darkness every moment of the day. The additional fully enclosed buildings and passageways further indicated I was right. We were forced to sequester inside for fear of our very lives.
What the fuck was really going on? I’d asked myself the very question several times. I was angry, incensed that our king was playing a game that had nothing to do pleasing the upper echelon of our society or accepting human prisoners in order to work them in the labor camps. I knew it in my gut. What I didn’t know was why. I wasn’t the only commanding officer entering the auction block and I knew by instinct I wasn’t the only one who’d been tasked with bidding on the humans.
There were several commanders in the arena, almost every single one of the fleets called back from duty, which didn’t bode well. We still had enemies in close proximity, species other than Earthlings that we needed to watch. Why would the king take this chance?
“It seems the auction is more popular than ever,” Lieutenant Tragon said under his breath as he flanked my side.
We both scanned the audience as well as the various bidders. “There is a reason.”
“You seem to know the king well. What is that reason?”
His retort was unusual, the challenge something I couldn’t ignore. “King Lorowerd can do as he pleases. I suggest you remember that, soldier.”
“I’m not your enemy, Commander, although your attitude has changed over the course of being on Earth. Is that because you’d prefer to remain on that forsaken planet?”
The weapon was in my hand in a split second, the barrel placed under his chin. “I suggest you back down, Lieutenant, or you will find yourself assigned to trash duty.”
His upper lip curled as he raised both arms, shaking his head several times. “I think the human female has influenced you.”
I dug the weapon into his skin, enjoying the moment. “I suggest you back down. Do you understand me?”
He took a decided step backwards, giving me a nod of respect. “As you wish... Commander. Keep in mind there are many of our soldiers who doubt your leadership. What does that tell you?” He jerked away, huffing before heading into the crowd.
In truth, I wasn’t certain what that meant, although I knew of the unrest. There were some in my ranks who enjoyed being on Earth, the various pleasures the environment had already offered. The rest were staunch believers that we should never have become involved. Where his loyalty lay I was now uncertain of.
Which bothered the fuck out of me.
I’d never questioned him before. He’d served with me on several missions. I shoved the weapon into my holster, calming my nerves. I would find out what the hell he was getting at one way or the other.
When I noticed the Malzeon I’d almost killed more than once, my blood pressure increased. He might be of my species, but the asshole was my sworn enemy.
Greson Nevol was a complete predator, his brutal actions and the manner in which he killed something I would never be able to overlook. And the worst part was that we’d once been friends. He tipped his head after entering the room and noticing my appearance. He seemed amused where I was fuming.
I swallowed hard, giving him a required nod back and turning away. I didn’t want any part of this bullshit. As the series of musical notes sounded, indicating the king’s entrance, we all stood at full attention, saluting him as he moved toward his usual throne. There were times I couldn’t tolerate the regality of the position, but I stood silent as required, scanning the crowd of prominent officers and those in his protected environment. By the fact his most trusted influencers were in the room meant this particular action was considered a special event.
Why?
I yanked back my anger, doing everything I could not to highlight my dissatisfaction. A weakness, especially for Greson.
King Lorowerd was obviously enjoying the upcoming festivities. Dressed in his full regalia of our species
, he sat on the throne simply watching the way the soldiers were reacting to both his and the influencer’s grandiose entrances. After he was seated, I pushed my way through the lot of them until I was standing directly in front. I bowed my head in reverence, a requirement given his supreme standing,
But the rage swelled within me. Bidding on the auction? With the other commanders by my side, that meant every single one of us was required to do the same thing. A different kind of bidding war. Not a single member of our species had been required to do something so horrific since the inception of the auction itself. We’d been allowed to choose our mates. I had to remind myself that no human female would ever desire to mate with us. A hiss left my mouth. There were obviously secrets to be learned, horrors to be discovered.
I was unable to control my thoughts or my mouth.
“King Lorowerd, what is the purpose of the commanding officers being required to bid on the auction?” My voice boomed out over the crowd, groups of our people whispering their distress at my ignorance in addressing the king in this manner.
King Lorowerd ignored me at first, obviously reveling in his position and the celebratory mood of the others. When he finally glanced in my direction, he had amusement in his eyes. “I’m changing the rules, Commander Haern, as I am allowed to do from time to time. It’s that simple. Our people deserve something different, including the very fierce warriors who have protected us. You are one of those honorable men. Don’t you agree? I assure you that everyone has an equal chance at a bid being accepted.”
I narrowed my eyes, knowing there was more going on. “How can that be, King? We can certainly outbid each other.”
King Lorowerd locked eyes with mine. For a split second, I noticed a hint of resolution, even sadness in his luminescent irises. “This will be a blind auction.”
The cheers from the crowd were spontaneous but I honestly believed this entire event had been planned, including the revelers in the audience.
