Captured By The Beast I

by Daniella Wright

  I can’t believe what I’m seeing, but their appearance startles me so much I explode into furious thrashing. “Let me out of here!

  The tall one shakes his head. “That is not possible. You will stay here. You might as well get comfortable and be quiet.”

  I don’t hear him. “You can’t do this to me! This is kidnapping. I’ll have the law on you. Let me go!”

  The short one snarls at me. His eyes don’t look so nice now. “You should be grateful you were selected. We select only the best Earth females for our prizes.”

  “Prizes? What are you talking about?”

  “Every year, we select one Earth female to take back to our planet to be the prize for our annual dordon jousting tournament. We’re taking you to our leader for inspection. I’m sure he will approve of our choice.”

  I can’t believe this. This can’t be happening. I thrash madly and tear at my straps. I can’t stop screaming and wailing and hurling curses at them. The tall one stands still and watches me, but the short one takes a rapid step toward the bed. He slaps me hard across the face, but I only scream and yell louder than ever. He slaps me again, but this time, he doesn’t move his arms. Something wet and sticky hits my face and leaves a slimy smear in its place.

  That snaps me out of my insanity. “Be quiet and lie still, if you know what’s good for you. You can make this as unpleasant at you want, but you’d be wise to accept your fate. No one who comes to our planet ever returns to Earth.”

  An alarm sounds somewhere out of sight, and the tall one walks away. He calls out, “We’re approaching Aranon now.”

  The short one turns away to join him, and I see a patch of tentacles slithering out of his back. A sick feeling fills my guts, and I want to puke all over that nice clean room. What did I ever do to deserve this? I’m on my way to some alien planet to be an intergalactic sex slave.

  The two things, whatever they are, hold a quick conversation in a language I don’t understand. The short one leaves, and the tall one comes toward me. He unbuckles the straps holding me down. “Get up.”

  I almost burst into tears, I’m so relieved. “Oh, thank you! I can’t thank you enough.”

  “Don’t thank me. You’re going to meet our leader to make sure he approves of your for the tournament.”

  “Please don’t do this to me. I only want to go home.”

  He shakes his head and leads me out of the room. He holds me by the arms with superhuman strength so I can’t get away. In the next room, he shoves me into a cage covering half the wall and locks the door.

  I break down all over again. First they took me from my home planet, and now I’m locked in a cage like a wild animal. “Please, please, please, I only want to understand what’s going on. What’s going to happen to me?”

  He turns around, and right in front of my eyes, he changes back into the handsome guy I met on the hilltop. His skin changes from iridescent rainbow scales to plain white human skin, and his black eyes regard me with a mixture of kindness and pity. “We already explained it. You’re on your way to the planet Aranon. Every year, we hold a dordon jousting tournament with an Earth female as the prize. Our two species, the Rekyl and the Zerq compete for the prize. We’ve done this as long as anyone on Aranon can remember, and we’ll do it as long as we exist.”

  I wring my hands. “Who are you people?”

  “My name is Axl, if you really want to know, and my friend is Itchi. We belong to the Rekyl tribe, and we can change back and forth from our true form to human form. That’s how we pass on your planet to make our search for the prized Earth females. Our leader Rami is coming here right now. You’ll meet him in a few minutes.”

  I look back and forth, but there’s nothing to see but this metal cage. “You can’t do this. The authorities will be looking for me back on Earth. They’ll figure out what happened to me.”

  He gives me a sad shake of his head. He puts his hand in his pocket and brings out a glass sphere. He holds it up in front of my eyes. “Take a look, and you’ll see you’re wrong. No one is looking for you.”

  The sphere changes. I see Tanya talking to the police, but I can tell from their expressions they don’t take my disappearance seriously. As soon as she finishes reporting me missing, she goes back to her wedding preparations. She has more important things on her mind right now than me, and we haven’t spent much time together since she got engaged.

  Then I see some of my coworkers. Days pass, and they’re having a grand time without me around. Paul Tariq is riding to fame and glory with Tempo & Sons. No one misses me.

  “I’ve taken hundreds of women from Earth,” Axl tells me. “We do research before choosing a woman. We make sure to choose someone whose disappearance will not arouse any suspicion.”

  At that moment, the door opens, and Itchi comes back with another rainbow-skinned alien. His eyes widen when he sees Axl in his human form, but the next minute, he copies him by changing into the most delicious tall specimen you ever saw. He looks a lot like Axl, with straight dark hair and crisp black eyes that look straight through you. Then again, maybe I only think they look alike because they’re standing next to each other.

  He comes toward the cage and surveys me up and down. “What is your name?”

  I gulp. “Lena.”

  He nods in approval. “Lena. I like that. I am Rami.”

  I glance at Axl. “He told me.”

  He smiles. “I like you. You’re a perfect specimen. So tall and slender and strong. I’m going to win you, and then you’ll be mine.” He puts his hand through the bars and tries to touch my leg

  My surprise and despair evaporate into rage. I slap his hands away and throw myself back into a corner far away from him. “You can’t do this to me. How dare you drag me here and lock me up like an animal? I demand you let me go and return me to Earth.”

  “I can’t do that, and I wouldn’t do it even if I could. I’ll have you for myself. I’m going to win you in the jousting tournament, and you’ll stay with me.”

  “I won’t stay with you. You’ll have to kill me first.”

  He retreats and whispers under his breath to Axl. He smiles and nods to me, and Axl nods back.

  I can’t contain my curiosity. “What are you going to do to me?”

  Rami waves a hand toward Axl. “My brother desires you, too. We can’t decide who will compete for our tribe at the tournament.”

  “Your brother?” No wonder they look alike.

  “Rekyl compete against Zerq, so we would have to joust against each other to decide who will win you. We don’t want to do that.”

  “Why not? Why don’t you want to joust against each other?”

  “Dordon jousting is dangerous. The competitors often wind up maimed or even killed. We couldn’t to that to each other, but that’s the only way we could decide who would have you.”

  “So what are you going to do?”

  He rubs his chin. “I don’t know. It’s a puzzle.”

  He walks out of the room and leaves me to think about it. Axl still watches me from across the room in his human form. I can’t get over how attractive he is. If I wasn’t locked in this cage, I could get used to the idea of being with him.

  I don’t have time to think about it when Itchi steps between us. His leering rainbow face sends chills up my spine. “I don’t have to joust anybody to have you. I’ll have you right now.”

  He moves his hand over the lock and the door pops open. He steps into the cage with me, and the door snaps shut behind him. I back into the corner. I’m ready to fight him off if necessary. I don’t think his illustrious leader will be too pleased if I die defending myself against this alien scumbag.

  He moves closer and pins me into the corner. I can’t get out now, and dozens of tentacles slither out of his back to surround me. They close their slimy wetness around my arms. I tense myself for the inevitable when he flies away from me with incredible speed. His back slams against the bars, and Axl moves between us.

  H
e’s changed back into his alien form, but for all that, he hasn’t lost any of his dynamic power. I can see the handsome Earth man through his shimmering skin and tentacles. He glares at Itchi. “If you lay a hand on her, I’ll tear you to shreds.”

  Itchi snarls at him through bared teeth, but he slinks out of the cage and out of the room without a word. Axl turns to me. “Are you hurt?”

  I can only shake my head and gasp. “Thank you. Will he tell your brother what you did?”

  “He wouldn’t dare. What he tried to do was highly illegal. My brother would have him killed if he found out.”

  I study his face. “Why didn’t you tell me you were the leader’s brother? Doesn’t that make you....deputy leader or something?”

  He smiles at me. Now I definitely see his handsome side. “Actually, we’re both leaders since our father died, but as he said, only one man can represent our tribe in the jousting tournament. He’s doing it, so that makes him leader.”

  “That’s too bad you’re missing out. I wouldn’t mind if you won me instead.”

  His eyes lock onto mine. He’s thinking the same thing. He takes a step toward me. I glance down at his red mouth, and the next minute, he kisses me with such passion as I’ve never known. In an instant, he’s on me. He drives me back against the bars, but I’m devouring his mouth with my teeth and tongue. He fills me with aching, intoxicating need.

  My nether tissues unfurl in ripe surrender under his kiss, and my legs groan apart. He shoves his knee between them and rides against my sweet triangle while he pushes his growing bulge into my tender vulva. I can’t get enough of him.

  He leans his weight against me, and my breasts touch his powerful chest. I press myself up against him to egg him on, but he needs no encouragement. He’s getting harder every minute, and his constant prodding between my legs stimulates my swollen rift.

  He anchors my hands on the bars high above my head while his hands stroll down my body. They cover my breasts, my belly, and down to the secret cavern of dreams between my legs. I hang from the bars, his possession to do with what he will. I’m a slab of meat to him, but I need it. I want him to take me, to consume me and leave me a quivering pulp.

  In an instant, he removes my clothes and exposes my naked skin to his inspection. His hands probe every crevice and burrow from my mouth to my toes, and I anoint his skin with my sex.

  In a flash, he abandons my mouth and falls on his knees in front of me. I cling to the bars above my head for support. He pries my legs apart and gobbles my juicy treasure with expert lashes of his tongue. He nibbles my delicate bud between his sharp teeth and brings squeaks of agony and delight to my lips.

  I try to spread myself open for him, but he’s master of my destiny. He holds my legs where he wants them and rides his two fingers on either side of my dripping font. Before I know what hit me, I’m spiraling out of control. I’m screaming and crying and singing and dying all at once, and my vital essence gushes out into his waiting mouth.

  He hasn’t finished with making me his luscious pet, though. As soon as he makes me cross that barrier into bliss, he stands up and spins me around. He pulls my hands free from the bars and re-positions them back in the same place, except now I’m facing away from him with my curvy rear end waiting for his rude attention.

  He pushes against my back and pulls my hips toward him to bend me over. I hold onto the bars for dear life. Oh, dear God, can this really be happening? I’m bending over for an alien, and I can’t wait for him to skewer me with his cosmic spike.

  Something wet slaps across my upraised pumpkin, and I cry out in surprise and pain. I look over my shoulder at him. He glares back at me with that wild, maniacal snarl of a man about to rage over me. I’m his prisoner. I’m his dessert. He won’t rest until he does me justice.

  Tentacles slither all around him. One of them lands across my backside with another stinging slap, and I rear upwards. He holds me in position. “That’s it. That’s the way.”

  He noses his lance between my rounded curves, and its pointed head brings my vibrating tissues to life all over again. Oh, God, I want this so bad! Once is never enough with a man like him. I want him to take me over and over again and drive me to the moon every time, and that’s exactly what he’ll do.

  He investigates my orifice with his probe, and when he finds it wet and ready enough for his liking, he leans back and drives it home. I scream in heavenly ecstasy, but he’s already throwing himself into me again and again. I can’t stand this. I immediately rocket into rolling orgasmic waves. I tear and scream at the bars, but I won’t let go for anything. They keep me upright so I can take that brutal shaft to its hilt.

  Tentacles investigate and intrude on my every opening. They find their way into my mouth, around my neck, and into forbidden places too sensitive to name. I love it all. I savor it all. I want it all. I suck anything that goes into my mouth. I ride anything below or behind or under me, and I scream in one orgasm after another until I can barely stand.

  My nectar bathes his many arms. My saliva cools his flesh until the scorching lava of his eruption burns into my core, and our souls merge in galactic unity. He rages and bellows at me through bared teeth until he sinks down over my back in blissful fulfillment.

  Chapter 3

  I must have fallen asleep. I’m exhausted enough to sleep for a week, but I can’t tell what time it is in that room with its uniform light. After a while, some female aliens come in and let me out of my cage. They lead me by the arms to a different room with a large hot water pool in the middle.

  I step down into it, and they hand me cloths and soap and everything I need for a nice, long bath. I take my time about it. There’s not a male in sight, and I relax into the warm water.

  When I finish, they hold up a robe for me to wear. They don’t speak. They communicate everything with gestures. They perfume my hair and rub oil into my skin before draping the robe around my shoulders. Then they wave me toward the door.

  At last! I can get out of this horrid place and get some fresh air. I need it, but the minute the door opens, I start thrashing to get away. The alien females grab my arms and hold me prisoner. They’re just as strong as the men.

  They wrestle me through the door and push me into a smaller cage. They lock the door, and I’m a prisoner again. Long bars stick out the corners of the cage, and four men lift it and carry it through the streets, between the buildings, and out into the alien city.

  For the first time, I catch a glimpse of the planet Aranon. It’s dusty and hot, with sweeping deserts running away in all directions as far as the eye can see. Hundreds upon thousands of aliens line the streets to watch me carried by. They point and shout and dance around. They wave flags and streamers, and music and noise fills the air.

  The men carry me through the streets to an enormous colosseum. They parade me through the entrance arch and up flights of stairs to a platform overlooking the arena. Thousands and thousands of Rekyl, with their colorful skin and tentacles, crowd one side of the stadium. Another species sits on the other side, but they’re too far away from me to see very clearly.

  I see Rami sitting near me on a golden chair. He wears a circle of shiny silver metal around his head and holds a golden staff in his hand. His eyes run up and down my body when he sees me. “Are you well?”

  I can only nod back. I can hardly breathe. His eyes send a quiver through me. He’s thinking about what he’ll do with me after he wins this tournament.

  A line of Rekyl in colorful clothing steps into the arena and blasts enormous trumpet-like instruments. The crowd goes wild. They wave their streamers and shout and applaud. I guess that means the tournament is about to start.

  The musicians move back and two doors open in opposite sides of the arena. A great lumbering beast with shaggy brown hair and a ring in the end of its nose thunders from each door. This must be the dordon. It gouges the air with its curved horns and paws the ground with massive hooves. A Rekyl sits on the back of one, and the other sp
ecies, the Zerq, sits on the other.

  Each rider holds an enormous club in one hand and the reins in the other. They face off at a distance. Then a horn sounds from somewhere out of sight and the two riders kick their dordons. The beasts race toward each other at top speed. The dordons can move faster than thought when they want to. They barrel toward each other on a collision course, but at the last possible second, the riders rein their animals to one side and swing their clubs.

  The Rekyl lands a crushing blow on his enemy’s back, but the Zerq counters and smashes the Rekyl’s head to a bloody pulp. The Rekyl slumps over his beast and falls over on the ground.

  Rekyl dart out from the side door and drag the hapless loser out of sight. Someone else grabs his dordon and leads it away. The winning Zerq raises his club in triumph and rides his dordon around the arena in a victory lap. The Zerq in the stands go nuts. They wave their flags and cheer their champion, but when the trumpets sound again, he returns to his place by the door.

  Another Rekyl rides out from the other direction, and the two fighters face each other the same way. They charge their dordons at each other, and at the last minute, they veer aside and smash each other with their clubs. This time, the champion Zerq falls, and the Rekyl takes his victory lap, much to the delight of his countrymen in the stands.

  I’m starting to see a pattern here, and I catch my breath. I’m not surprised when another Zerq rides out, but the Rekyl defeats him, too. On and on it goes, with first one side winning and then the other. Hour upon hour, they fight and destroy each other. Dozens of men fight and fall, only to be dragged away and replaced by others. They must be running out of men by now.