by T. J. Quinn
They had been at war with the alien creatures for one year now, and a lot of people had died during the attacks. In her small town, hidden in the Rocky Mountains, they had been fortunate so far. The war hadn't affected them as in other places, and they were able to live almost a normal life. If it wasn’t for the fact that now everybody worked for the government, in the production of food, weapons, and clothes for those fighting the invaders, life might be completely normal. She had been working in the uniforms factory, and though it was a tedious job, she was pleased to help somehow. It also brought food to her table, something not so easy to get these days.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the sun rays to kiss her cheeks as she took deep breaths of the cold air of the woods. She needed to do this more often. She felt it recharged her batteries and she was feeling better by the second.
That is, until the moment she heard some strange noises behind her.
Startled, Savannah got up and looked around, trying to identify the origin of the sound, but at first, she couldn’t see anything. The woods were very quiet, perhaps, too quiet. She couldn’t even hear the wind through the trees, it was as if everything was still. And that stillness scared the hell out of her.
Looking everywhere, she left the place, but she hadn't been able to take more than a few steps when she was surrounded by a few creatures: the Taucets.
She had never seen them off the television screen, but there was no doubt in her mind about their identity, and she let out a small cry of despair.
Their skin was pale blue, with darker spots, framing their faces and down their naked shoulders. They had enormous dark eyes with oblong pupils and long, thick, dark blue crests where humans had hair. Taucets were the most frightening beings she had ever seen in her life, especially when they were heavily armed. She knew that with their tall, powerful bodies, they could quickly subdue her.
Scared, she turned around looking for an escape way, but she was surrounded by the creatures. How it was possible, they were so close to town, and no one knew about it? She had to escape and warn them.
“It’s useless, female,” one of the creatures spoke, with evident scorn in his tone. “There’s no escape.” His voice sounded a bit metallic, like some sort of robot, but clearly male.
With her heart pounding hard in her chest, she turned to face the one that spoke to her. There were six of them around her, and she knew he was right. She was trapped.
“What do you want from me?” she asked, doing all she could to keep her fear from her tone.
The creature let out a loud laugh. “We want you,” he replied, with a coldness that sent chills down her spine.
“What do you mean?” she asked, starting to shudder. The creatures’ attitude was starting to scare the hell out of her, and though she was trying hard, she couldn’t remember if the creatures were known to use humans as food. What else could they want her for?
“There’s no time for explanations, female.” This time the creature replying was at her back, and before she could utter another word, she was grabbed by the arms and dragged away.
“Please… you can’t do this to me… let me go…” she yelled at them, even though it was useless. But perhaps there was someone else out there in the woods, and if she could alert them to the presence of the aliens, the people back in town would have time to prepare themselves for the attack.
But before she could open her mouth again, one of the creatures dragging her through the woods stung her with something that looked like a syringe, and her voice faded immediately.
“That’s more like it,” he grumbled as they dragged her towards one of their smaller vessels, landed in a clearing.
Savannah struggled as hard as she could to free herself, sure that if she was taken inside that ship, she was as good as dead, but it was all in vain. Their four, long fingered hands were like metal cuffs around her arms, and no matter what she did, they didn’t budge at all.
A door slid open on the vessel, and a boarding platform rolled out. Before she could do anything else, they dragged her inside and threw her into a small cell, locking the door behind them. The place was claustrophobic, with not much more than three square feet. She barely had room to sit on the floor. Shaking, she did all she could to calm herself down, but she too frightened. She knew she was in trouble and the possibility of getting out of this one was close to none.
Just a few moments after they had imprisoned her in the tiny cell, she felt the sensation of motion the meant vessel was taking off, and she let out a silent cry of despair.
She had no idea how long they were flying. After what seemed like an eternity, the vessel landed somewhere, and she was dragged out of it by two of the creatures.
Outside, the sky was gray and cold, and the ground was covered with a heavy layer of snow. Outside the vessel, she could see they were on some sort of large plain. There were several huge structures similar to igloos, all connected by passageways. The aliens dragged her into the nearest one, and once the doors opened for them, she was taken to where two other creatures waited. Inside the structure, the air was pure but still a bit cold. Apparently, the cold temperatures didn’t affect them.
The new guys were wearing white jumpsuits, unlike the others who only wore pants.
“Hey, Rathlon, look what we found wandering in the woods,” one of the Taucets holding her prisoner said, in a mocking tone. They were speaking in English, and Savannah knew that was on her behalf. They didn’t want her to miss a thing they were saying.
The guy looked at her with an appreciative look on his face. “Nice. Can you get more like her?” he asked.
“Yes. Near the mountain where we found her there’s a small town, with almost no military presence. I’m sure we can take it easily and capture all the females we need.” The guy holding her replied and Savannah squirmed in protest, but they completely ignored her. “We found some war supplies factories we can shut down,” he added with a cruel grin on his blue lips.
Rathlon nodded, pleased. “Good. We’ll take her from here.” They grabbed her and dismissed the other ones.
Chapter Two
“This one is not so bad,” the other one said as they dragged into what looked like an infirmary taken out of some sci-fi movie.
More scared than ever, especially since she couldn’t utter a sound, she struggled to free herself from their grips, but it was impossible.
Soon they had her standing next to an examination table, and while one held her, the other one shredded all her clothes into tiny pieces.
When she was completely naked, they forced her down on the table and secured her to it with some sort of metallic cuffs.
Crying, she tugged at her restraints, but it was impossible to move anything other than her fingers.
“There’s no use fighting us, female. You’ll never escape, and the sooner you get used to the idea the better.” Rathlon told her, without sympathy as he ran laser beam all over her body.
As soon he was done, an image of her body was displayed on a huge screen above her head, and they started to talk in a language she couldn’t understand, as they pointed at several areas of her body.
After a while, one of them gripped both her breasts and kneaded them roughly. “Are these natural, female?” he asked, in a cold tone. “We haven’t found anything to show they aren’t, but we want to be sure, so nod if the answer is yes.”
For a moment she considered ignoring his command, but she soon realized she was in a very vulnerable position. Enraging them wouldn’t her situation, so she nodded.
“Perfect.” He looked at the other guy. “Proceed with the ringing process,” he ordered the other one, and to her astonishment, the other guy pulled out some sort of gun from a cabinet and using some forceps, he clamped on one of her nipples tightly and rested the gun’s barrel against her skin, shooting it immediately.
The pain seared through her breast much worse than she expected. She opened her mouth to scream, though no sound came out.
A long metal bar had passed through her nipple, but it was quickly replaced by a ring, the bastard was sealed, using a laser.
Savanna was still sobbing in silence when he repeated the procedure on her other nipple and knowing the kind of pain she would feel, only made it worse. Her face was soaked with her tears, but they were completely insensitive to her pain.
“These are impossible to take off, without cutting off your nipples. They are tracking devices as well, so trying to escape is futile and quite impossible.” The guy that had pierced her explained, in an indifferent tone, as he stepped away.
Pleased with the work, Rathlon slid his hand down her belly as he pressed one button and her legs were pulled apart, spreading them wide, and giving him full access to her pussy.
She rocked her hips, doing all she could to avoid his touch, but the other guy pushed her down and kept her there while the other one explored her.
“We need to remove this hair, permanently,” Rathlon said as he ran his thin fingers up and down her unshaved mound. She hadn't been with a man in quite some time, and she simply had allowed it to grow back, too lazy to worry about it. “My people don’t like hair. We’ll let you keep the hair on your head, because we’ve learned human heads are quite ugly, but that’s all,” he explained, with disgust in his tone.
Again, she squirmed trying to break free, but she couldn’t. The other Taucet brought another strange device, and they ran it over her whole body, from her neck down. It felt as if she was burning alive. The sensation was terrible and extremely painful, but it left no mark on her skin, and no hair either.
As soon he was done, she was showered with freezing water and fanned until she was dry while she lay there shivering. Then, Rathlon slid his fingers back over her now bald pussy and examined her folds and holes thoroughly, poking them and even pushing his fingers inside her.
It was so humiliating she wanted to die. When he was finally done, the other guy held her head to one side, exposing the left side of her neck.
Rathlon, clearly the one in charge, approached them with another strange device in his hand and before she had time to move he shot some a fine laser beam on her neck that felt like a million needles pinching her skin.
“This is your identification as one of our colony’s slaves. If you try to leave the colony’s perimeter, alarms will go off, and you’ll be taken down in extreme agony and punished until we decide you’ve learned your lesson,” he explained as if reciting the rules of a boring manual.
The cuffs securing her to the table opened, and she was released.
Rathlon helped her up while the other one handed her a small piece of clothing. “Put that on. From now on, that will be the only thing you’ll be authorized to wear.”
Barely able to control her rage, she grabbed the gray piece and pulled it on over her head. The damn thing, some sort of sleeveless dress, hardly covered her ass and revealed so much of her cleavage not leaving much to the imagination. It sure wasn’t much help to warm her cold body.
Her voice was still mute, and she was starting to wonder if she would be able to talk again.
“Take her to her quarters and lock her up. We’ll decide later what to do with her.” Rathlon ordered, and the other one quickly dragged her out of there, through a maze of hallways that looked endless.
They finally stopped in front of a door. After the nameless alien pressed his hand on a small scanning device beside it, the door slid open, revealing a bedroom that looked more like a cell than a room. It held a bunk bed, a chair and a small table for furniture. There was another small door, inside it, she assumed would lead to a bathroom and nothing else. Not even a window.
“Don’t try to escape. You would only bring pain and trouble to yourself,” the alien warned her in a cold tone. “You’ll soon learn from all the other females here, there is no escape. Accept that you are our property and this is your life now. That will make it easier for you.” With those ominous words, he pushed her in and slid the door closed between them.
Savannah couldn’t help herself from trying to open the door, but she wasn’t able to find any mechanism that would allow her to open it from inside.
So, she just let herself fall on the bed, trying to make some sense from all that had happened, trying to convince herself this wasn’t anything but a nightmare but the pain she had been through made it hard to believe.
That was it? She was just supposed to meekly submit to their plan for her life? They could do whatever they wanted to her, even kill her. How could she stop them?
Her desire for some time alone and fresh air had gotten her enslaved by the aliens invading her planet. Sobbing, she feared for the fate of all those she had left behind in the small town that was her home. Judging by what she had heard from them, they were planning on attacking it by surprise. They were taking the war out of the usual battlefields, and that was terrible news for her people.
She remembered Rathlon’s last words, and she looked for a mirror, finding one on the bathroom. The bastard had tattooed a code bar to the base of her neck as if she was some kind livestock. She let out a loud scream, but all that came out her full lips was a harsh groan. Apparently, her voice was slowly coming back to normal.
She returned to the room and let herself fall on the bed again. She needed answers, she needed to know what was happening there and what would happen to her, but she had no idea when she would get that information.
Rafaroy
The Cyborgs Reborn Series
Book 2
T.J. Quinn
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CHAPTER ONE
Rafaroy looked around once more trying to find his friend, to no use. He kept sending him messages through their secret line of communication, but he wasn’t getting any answer back. He wanted to keep looking for Khajal, but his superior had called him several times now, and he knew he couldn’t keep ignoring his calls. With one last look, he joined his other friends on the vehicle that would transport them to their camp.
The common subject amongst them was Khajal’s disappearance. “Haven’t any of you received a message from him?” he asked his friends.
“No, nothing so far,” Zandar, one of the other cyborgs replied to his silent question.
“Do you think we lost him?” Ibracor asked, expressing the fear they were all feeling.
“Let’s not jump to conclusions. Khajal was ahead of us fighting the blue bastards when hell exploded. He’s probably hurt, and that must have delayed him,” Rafaroy pointed out, trying to sound more optimistic than he really felt.
They all looked at each other, praying that their friend had taken the golden opportunity they all looked for: the opportunity to escape the human’s enslavement.
So far, not many had been able to escape, but thanks to the findings of Jarcor, one of the first to escape, many others had been able to free themselves from the human’s yoke.
Though humans’ had created them as cybernetically enhanced humans, they conveniently had forgotten they were part human. They treated all cyborgs as machines they had the right to enslave and force into doing everything they wanted. The government claimed it was the interests of the greater good, in this case, fight in the war against the Taucets, or blue bastards, as they called the aliens that had invaded
the planet a few years ago.
Though they were humanoids, the Taucets were quite different from the humans, with pale blue skin, with darker spots, framing their faces. The spots extended down their naked shoulders. Their faces were dominated by huge dark eyes with oblong pupils and long, thick, dark blue crests where humans had hair.
The alien creatures were like locusts that drained all the resources of every planet they invaded. The humans had been fighting them as hard as they could, but they hadn't been able to stop them from establishing several colonies all over the planet.
The cyborgs fought them following the humans’ orders, and because they knew the aliens were bad news for their planet. But those cyborgs who had escaped had found the Taucets allies they needed in their escapes, so Rafaroy knew they had mixed feelings about the blue creatures.
“Perhaps the Taucets found them,” Zandar ventured to say.
“Yes… that’s quite possible,” Rafaroy agreed. “Either way, be attentive to any message you might get.”
They all nodded and soon their vehicle was parking in front of their tents. They all abandoned it and proceeded to the disarming tent, where human soldiers took their armors and guns before sending them .to their quarters.
Every weapon was accounted for, and if by misfortune one would lose a weapon during combat, they would all be searched until the humans were sure they weren’t hiding it. Humans were quite aware of the cyborgs’ superiority. They tried not to leave anything to chance, sure the cyborgs would use any opportunity to escape their enslavement.
