A tired-looking Professor Katila flashed into view. Her third eye was closed as if part of her was sleeping. Curious. I'd never had the chance to study Karangi physiology in detail, but I was sure it was fascinating.
"How can I help you?" she asked, clearly suppressing a yawn. None of us had checked what time it was on the IGU station, so we may well have woken her from her sleep. Not exactly the best way to make a good impression on the person who'd grade us at the end of our course.
"Professor, we're about to land on the planet we've chosen and we could do with some advice," Xil said politely.
"Which planet?"
"Peritus. Earth."
Her third eye flew open. "Earth. Now that's an unusual choice. May I ask why you decided on that planet?"
"Boobs," Matar whispered. I cringed, hoping the microphone hadn't picked up his comment. Our Professor was female and I didn't want to offend her. I'd always been ambitious and I wanted to do well in this assignment.
"The females there are compatible with our species and fulfilled all other criteria we'd come up with," Xil said smoothly. "Their lifespan is a little shorter but the advantages of a match with a human outweigh the differences."
Her third eye blinked while the others stayed open. "None of my students have attempted to abduct a human in a while. They're a strange kind. No physical defences to speak of, but their minds are sharp. They're willing to sacrifice a lot to get what they want.”
That matched our research. Humans were weak and yet not.
"Humans exist in various colours, just like you Kardarians, but just like with you, they're all the same on the inside. I'd recommend choosing a female that's not too small unless you don't plan to use her for...physical purposes."
Her third eye twitched with amusement.
"Thank you for the advice," Xil said and bowed his head. "Anything else we should know?"
"It sometimes helps to keep them in only one room in the beginning until they acclimatise to their new life. They can be both irrational and curious, and you really don't want them running amok around your ship."
I exchanged a look with the others and cringed. Yes, we'd already experienced that with the last female we'd tried to abduct. We'd learned from that. This time, all our escape pods had been biolocked to the three of us. Same with the ship controls and the board computer. The female wouldn't be able to get off this ship unless we let her - which, of course, we wouldn't. She was ours to keep.
"Is there a particular continent we should choose?" Matar asked.
"I'm not an expert on Peritus geography, but as far as I know, it doesn't matter. In the past hundred years or so, their governments have worked hard to make sure everyone on the planet has equal opportunities and resources. However, I assume you have read O'ltg'si's research on socioeconomic influences on abductions?"
I nodded enthusiastically, while the other two pretended to know what she was talking about. I smirked. I'd enjoyed that particular research and thought it might come in handy.
"It can be beneficial to abduct someone from a poor background," Professor Katila summarised the study. "That plus no or very few family ties will make them quicker to adjust to their new life."
"A poor orphan," Xil muttered. "Makes sense."
"How do we identify one, though?" Matar asked the Professor. "I assume they don't run around with 'I am an orphan' signs on Peritus?"
Katila chuckled. "No, they don't. But you could hack into their government databases and find the information that way. Or you simply go to one of the poorer districts in whatever settlement you land and search for an abductee manually. Either way, I wish you the best of luck with your assignment. Document everything as best as you possibly can so that I can give you a good grade."
She smiled and ended the transmission.
I glanced at the guys. "Are we going to do the database thing? I'm sure Matar can hack whatever security measures they use."
Xil shook his head. "I feel like going hunting will be more fun. Plus, it'll give us more material for our assignment reports." He rolled his eyes. "Remember, this isn't just an abduction, it's also a practical exercise for the IGU."
It wasn't hard to forget that, not after having spent the past week reading copious amounts of research papers and listening to virtual lectures. I felt as prepared as I could be. The last few times we'd tried to abduct a female, we hadn't known what we were doing. This time, we were ready.
"Let's randomly choose a place," Matar suggested. "I can let the computer run through all the names of towns and cities on Peritus and have it stop at a random time."
I nodded. "Sounds as good a method as any."
Xil inclined his head in agreement. "Start it. I'll be the one to say stop."
Matar moved his hands in a strange dance; inputting data into his implanted comms device. It always looked strange to us because we couldn't see the interface he saw in front of him. I was glad I hadn't decided to get the same implant. I liked my vision without the influence of others.
"Starting now," he said after a moment.
Xil and I waited, locking eyes. My breathing was growing faster as I realised the significance of this moment. We were finally choosing where to go. Where to find our perfect female. In a few hours, we'd hold her in our arms. She might be riding my cock by the end of the day.
I resisted the urge to touch myself. She'd do that for me, soon.
Practical Assignment: Abducting A Human
Trish
The heat outside was suffocating. The air inside was even worse. The shack I currently called my home didn't have air conditioning. It didn't even have electricity.
I wiped the sweat off my face, very aware that it would be back within minutes. My body was wet all over. An entire lake was pooling beneath my boobs and I didn't even want to think about my armpits. No deodorant was strong enough for this kind of heat-induced sweating.
It had to be the hottest day of the year. The hottest day in years. I didn't have a thermometer but I didn't need one to know that staying outside for too long would be lethal. Yet I had errands to run and staying home would mean another evening without food to keep the hunger at bay. I had to leave my shack, there was no way around it.
I covered my purple hair beneath a large sun hat and made sure my sunscreen film still covered my skin. I'd stolen it, but it had been worth the guilt. My skin had always been prone to sunburn and this high-tech film prevented it almost entirely. I'd have to recharge it soon, but for that, I needed to find somewhere with an open electricity port. In this town, those were rare. The world may have recovered from the wars and natural catastrophes in most places, but not here. This was a dirt hole that I'd tried to escape ever since my parents had abandoned me. Problem was, leaving was hard if you had no money. So I'd spent the past few years trying to make not only a living but also to put away some savings. And failed. I didn't even have enough money to pay for my dinner today.
Hopefully, Chadra would have some work for me. I adjusted my hat one last time, making sure its wide brim would throw some shade over my eyes - both to protect from the sun as well as unwanted attention - before leaving my shack. I didn't bother locking the door. If someone wanted to break in, they'd be able to do so without much effort. Besides, I had no valuables to steal and I doubted anyone would take the few things I had. They wouldn't bring them any money at the market. Most of it had been found or stolen. I'd become good at repairing broken things so that I could use them nonetheless.
I hurried along the dusty road leading into town. My shack was at the very outskirts, in the slums, although of course, nobody called them that. Slums had existed two centuries ago, but not any longer. No, we weren't supposed to exist. The people in power ignored us and we ignored them in turn. This was a lawless, dangerous place, but it wasn't like I could afford to live anywhere else. I paid exactly zero rent because, well, I lived in a tiny wooden hut with a leaky roof. Not exactly luxury.
The shiny dome of the spaceport at the edge of th
e desert glinted in the sun. I blinked and looked away before I could start having fantasies yet again, dreams of leaving not just this town, but the entire planet. Those were childish. They were vacancies to work on spaceships, yes, but I had no skills and qualifications that would ever get me there. No, I was destined to stay here, starving, always hoping for a miracle.
Chadra's shop was empty and refreshingly cool. It was a ramshackle store that was filled with all sorts of unnecessary crap, but the owner was kind and often had work for me. I gave two marble statues a questioning look. Not exactly something people in this part of town would buy.
"Those are new." Chadra appeared from behind a curtain, barely managing to squeeze through the doorway. She was big, no, massive. Three of me could have filled her clothes and there would still have been space. Her white hair was braided around her head like a crown, giving her a somewhat pompous appearance, especially when paired with her slightly upturned nose that always made her look arrogant and aloof.
"What are they for?"
She shrugged. "Coat stands? Oversized garden gnomes? I'm sure I'll find a seller eventually. But I doubt that's why you're here."
"Got any jobs for me? I could do with some work."
Chadra rolled her eyes. "You always do. Why don't you try to find a full-time job somewhere? You're a clever girl."
"Woman," I corrected. I barely reached the five-foot mark and people often thought me younger than I was. It was annoying but it also had its advantages. I'd been let off by the police more than once because I got them to believe I was simply a teenager, not yet of age, and therefore not worth the trouble.
"And nobody wants to employ someone like me. I never even finished school."
"Qualifications have nothing to do with intelligence. You're a quick learner. If I could, I'd employ you as my assistant, but I wouldn't be able to afford you. Still, you'll be pleased to hear I've got a job for you. A courier run to the spaceport."
I groaned. That meant I'd have to spend all afternoon in the burning heat.
"Want to say something?" Chandra asked with a smirk.
"No. It's fine. Great. Wonderful. What do you need me to deliver?"
She pulled a small parcel from a drawer, not much bigger than my hand. Jewellery, maybe? It had to be something small yet valuable. Chandra wouldn't have something delivered if it wasn't worth it.
"Don't ask questions, don't look at the customer for too long. Just get to the spaceport as fast as you can and ask for a Mrs Lester."
"Can I get a scooter?" I asked hopefully and to my surprise, Chandra nodded.
"You'd never get there fast enough by foot. But if it gets even the tiniest scratch, I'm going to have to take it off your wages. And because I don't pay you much, it's going to take years for you to repay, so you better don't have an accident."
I gulped, but it wasn't like I had a choice. I needed the money.
Chadra pulled a bundle of keys from her pockets and threw one of them at me. I caught it easily and grabbed it tightly, unable to suppress a grin. I'd not ridden on a scooter in years. This was going to be fun.
Half an hour later, I was on the side of the road, my knees bleeding, the scooter wrecked. And my head hurt like hell. I hadn't worn a helmet because there hadn't been one. Something wet tickled my cheek. Tears? I rubbed my face before looking at my hands. My skin was stained with red. A head wound. Just what I needed.
I let myself fall back onto the hot sand. I didn't have the energy to get up and inspect the damage. This was it, the moment the last dream turned into dust. I'd have to spend years paying for what just happened, like Chandra warned me. Years of starvation. Instead of improving my life, I was making it worse.
I closed my eyes, unwilling to look at the damaged scooter any longer. I wasn't quite sure what had happened. It had suddenly stopped and I'd been flung through the air, over the handles and onto the hard ground. Everything ached. For some reason, the scooter had then started to drive again, on its own, right into a brick wall that had once been part of a house. Not anymore. The homes that had stood here had all been abandoned when the spaceport had been built five decades ago. Now, they were nothing but ruins.
My head was starting to pound as if someone was banging against it from the inside. I must have got hurt more than I first thought. I couldn't afford to go to a doctor or even call an ambulance, so I just had to wait until it got better.
The sun was quickly drying the blood on my face, turning it into something that felt like a mud mask. A wave of vertigo overcame me even though I was lying in the sand. The ground swayed beneath me and bile rose in my throat. Don't puke. Please don't puke.
The headache was getting worse. Was this the end? Was I going to die in a ditch, alone with no witness but the scorching sun? It would turn my body into a burned crisp before anyone removed my remains.
Even though this was the road to the spaceport, nobody had driven past since my crash. People would start passing by once their shifts ended later today, but now everything was quiet and deserted.
I let my mind drift, unable to stay focused. The pain pulled me away, wrapping me in its arms and telling me not to worry. I welcomed it. There was no point in resisting. Darkness lingered around the edges of my mind, waiting for me. Soon. For now, the pain wasn't ready to let me go quite yet. It explored my body, showing me all the places I'd been hurt in. My legs, my back, my head. I wished for the darkness to swallow me. I didn't want to have to wait. Any delay meant suffering. I'd fought all my life and now I was done fighting. It was time to simply give in to the temptation of everlasting sleep.
A shadow fell over my face, instantly cooling my skin now that it was no longer being grilled by the sun. Someone was talking from high above, several someones. Men. I couldn't make out their words, but I was grateful for the shade they gave me.
I waited for them to leave so that I could die in peace, but they didn't move. Something - no, one of them - touched me by the shoulders. I groaned. I was too tired to move, even opening my eyes seemed like too much of a task.
Cool fingers touched my cheek. Inside, I smiled. Such a nice feeling. It was lovely of them to stay with me while I died. I wouldn't have a funeral but this was even better. I was still alive and knew they were here. Funerals were kind of pointless for the dead person.
More fingers on my face. What were they doing? One of them touched my eyes, gently, ever so softly.
I wanted to see them, I was so curious, but when they pulled up my lids and let me see them, I regretted that.
The sight of a bright blue man with glistening fangs was the sight that finally drove me over the edge and into the waiting embrace of darkness.
Basic Techniques In Dealing With An Angry Female
Xil
This had been our easiest abduction to date. Ironic, since we'd put the most work and resources into it.
We'd found the perfect female without having to spend any time at all on her hot, humid planet. Our randomly chosen location sadly hadn't brought us to lush forests or sparkling oceans. No, it had been a dirty hovel in the middle of nowhere.
"She's healing well," Havel reported. "I'm keeping her sedated though until all her injuries have been dealt with."
I nodded, pleased with how things were turning out. We'd carried her right into our med bay where Havel was now working on her.
She was gorgeous now that Havel had removed the layers of dirt caking her face. Her skin had a reddish sheen in some places but not in others. Maybe they were like my spots, designed for camouflage. In that hot and sandy place, orange and reds would be great to hide in plain sight. She was special, I knew that already. The way her eyes had widened in surprise when she'd seen us made my heart beat faster. She'd seen us as the saviours we were. We'd come to take her away from that place and she was grateful for it, I was sure of it.
"How long until she wakes?" I asked our healer.
"Two hours, maybe three. I want to make sure she's definitely not in pain."
I
nodded. "Good. That gives us the chance to check in with the IGU and see if there's a new lecture to watch."
Matar groaned. "Seriously? Now? Can't we just stay here with her? I don't want to leave her, not now that we finally have been successful."
With a sigh, I had a screen descend from the ceiling. "We can watch it here."
I checked the IGU's student dashboard. A large questionnaire waited to be filled in about our abduction, but I clicked on the lecture instead.
Module 5: How to deal with an angry abductee.
I exchanged a look with the others, then let my eyes drift over our sleeping human. I doubted we'd need that lecture. She was going to be grateful that we rescued and healed her. She had no reason to be angry. If everything went well, she'd find ways to show her gratitude. My cock twitched, growing hard. It had been semi-aroused ever since we'd brought her onto our ship. I was aching to plunge into our human's depths to find out what she felt like. There'd be enough time for that though. This was only the beginning.
Professor Katila appeared on the screen. Her third eye was closed and she had a strangely serene expression as if she'd just emerged from a trance.
"Welcome, students. If you're watching this lecture, I assume that you have successfully abducted a being from another planet. You may think that the hard work is done, but you'd be wrong. The act of abduction is easy. The hard part is yet to come."
I gulped. That didn't sound promising in the slightest.
"Your abductee will be scared, no, terrified. You've ripped them from their home and from everything they've ever known. Depending on what planet you chose, they may have never seen an alien before. You need to be aware of that and proceed slowly."
My cock didn't agree with that statement. Down, boy. You'll get your chance.
"You will have to draw on all the cultural research you've undertaken. If you don't speak their language, fit them with a translator."
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