by Zara Zenia
She was so close to me I could smell her. I had never smelled a human before and it was acutely arousing; the sour tang of her sweat, the pheromones that seeped from her body and the scent of her hair. It was beautiful and it made me harder, still.
I shoved a hand into my pocket and pulled out a sack of money, throwing it on stage where it landed heavily, scattering coins across the feet of the other slaves.
“I’ll have her, right away!”
Reli crouched down and pulled at the chains around the girl’s wrists.
“I knew you would,” she smirked. “I thought she was your type.”
I turned to my friend and shrugged. In all honesty, I felt weak and naive for giving into the physical temptations of a female and holding up the proceedings of our meeting. He, however, didn’t seem to mind. He smiled cheekily and gave me a boyish wink.
“A damn good purchase, I must say. She will serve you well.”
I was getting harder at the thought of owning her and being even closer to her feverishly hot body. Sweat glistened from her body as Reli lowered her down off the side of the stage. She was still kicking up a fuss, kicking and cursing as she joined my side.
“Be quiet,” I told her.
She went still in an instant. She came up to below my shoulder and gazed up with large, round eyes. Even more beautiful close-up and fragile too, she was perfect. I was desperate to hold her in my arms, feel the smoothness of her skin. Her breasts were large and pert. I pulled her to me, digging into her waist so her chest would push up against me. Her stomach grazed my erection and I throbbed against her. She noticed and looked down, gasped at the size then looked back up to my face.
“You are mine now. I will see that you are well looked after as long as you look after me too.”
The tears sprang from her eyes again and trickled down her cheeks.
“Don’t cry, human,” Nereid took a step closer to her.
He appeared to be sniffing the air around her, scowling with curiosity as he did so.
“You mustn’t cry,” he continued. “You are the luckiest slave to exist on this planet because you are going to live in the palace.”
She frowned and looked at him.
“The palace?” she asked.
“Nereid, I think she is frightened and confused. I think I would be too if I was kidnapped by Reli and brought across the universe.”
“Hmm…” Nereid stroked his chin in thought.
“But dear friend, it would seem this meeting has taken an unpredicted turn and for that I am sorry. Would you accept one of these slaves as an apology?”
He scanned the line of girls along the stage. There were so many species, all beautiful in their own special way but he seemed to have his eye on one girl at the end. She was more timid than the rest and kept her head down and shrunk back from the others. She was also considerably larger than the other girls with a rotund stomach that wasn’t too different from his.
“That one,” her pointed at her. “Isn’t she perfect?”
I tried to stifle a laugh. I placed a hand over my mouth and pretended to cough.
“Yes, she is,” I tried to say with a straight face.
I clicked my fingers at Reli.
“Her, on the end, send her down too.”
She gave me a confused look then noticed Nereid beside me.
“Of course,” she smiled. “Right away.”
Chapter 6
Samantha
The palace gates clanged open but I was too busy rubbing at my bruised wrists to notice the opulence around me. I couldn’t believe it was happening. For a moment I wondered if I tripped while jogging and hit my head. Maybe this was all a bad dream, a figment of my imagination but as I felt the bruises again, I knew it was real. My sneakers squeaked along the floor as we walked up a decadent, white staircase. I looked down and watched them as they traversed across the alien ground. My clothes were now the only thing that was connecting me to Earth and humanity. Who would have thought yoga pants could be so important?
“You are quiet, human,” the creature who was the leader said.
He had one of his four arms wrapped around my bicep but he wasn’t holding me tight. He watched me curiously as we entered the palace, his eyes running over my body and fixing on the tiny space between my legs. I could see he was hard, he had pulsed against me earlier. It made me feel sick.
“Yes,” he continued. “Very quiet, which is funny considering how loud and angry you were back there. It’s what drew me to you. There’s something remarkably attractive about a female who likes to fight.”
I didn’t say a word; I was too stunned by his appearance. His skin was blue like my captors, his body tall and fit like a wrestler. He had muscles that bulged from his clothing, large pecs and arms that looked as though they could be strong enough to rip a human in half. Not to mention he had four of them. There was something so terrifying about seeing a person with so many fully functional limbs walking around, upright like I do. He was like a human, but he was so different at the same time. All those arms gave the impression that they could do anything and therefore he couldn’t be trusted. They could attack you, grab you and caress you all at the same time and there was no way you'd be able to fight back.
“I was told what to do back there. That slave master told me you’d want a feisty bitch.”
He laughed and turned to his fat friend.
“I’ve got my hands full here, haven’t I?”
His friend wasn’t listening, he was too busy gawking at his own sex slave; a fat and slimy girl who I didn’t remember seeing on the ship. She was green and looked as though she had melted into her own legs. Somehow, I didn’t see the attraction.
Once reaching the inner sanctum of the palace, I was led once again up another staircase. The other man and his slave remained at the bottom of the stairs, laughing and joking as they walked into a side room.
I’d never been in a place that was so large. Each step of mine echoed high up into the rafters that lined the ceiling. Every surface was crafted from a strange, luminescent stone. It was so ethereal and could never exist on Earth. The man, with a grip still on my arm, saw me take in my surroundings.
“It’s glowstone.”
“Eh?”
“It’s called glowstone. It is the most expensive substance in the universe. That’s why I insisted on having my palace created with it.”
“Oh.”
“You know common people are not allowed anywhere near glowstone normally. You should feel very lucky.”
“I do, I suppose.”
I didn’t. I couldn’t care less about how expensive stone was. I wanted to go home.
“You look sad,” he said.
I was surprised by the concerned look in his eyes. For a fleeting moment, I was sure he wasn’t the sort of man who would buy a sex slave. He almost fooled me into thinking he was an ordinary person.
“Of course I’m sad,” I shook my head and stomped my feet down the seemingly endless hallway.
“I was kidnapped and now I’ve been bought as a slave.”
“I understand,” he nodded. “Now, in here.”
He pushed open a door and pulled me inside. It was a bedroom, of sorts. Cavernous and bright white, it felt more like being inside a museum. There were ornaments on the walls lining the room, things that were so bright abstract and in such jarring colors that I didn’t understand their significance. I walked up to the wall and saw a square frame. As I approached I noticed it wasn’t hanging and it wasn’t solid either but it was made of pure electricity. It jolted and shocked the air, blue lines of ethereal static that lingered beside the wall. Inside laid a small, purple sculpture. It could have been a carving of a woman but I wasn’t sure. I had the sudden compulsion to reach out and touch it as though I was hypnotized by the vision.
“No!”
My hand was slapped away. The man, the apparent leader of this palace grabbed me by the arm again.
“You are not permitted to to
uch anything here! Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah… You’re not so feisty now, are you?”
With all four arms, he scooped me up in his arms and placed me on the bed. It happened so fast I couldn’t fight back and before I knew what was happening, I was staring up at the ceiling as he straddled my chest.
“You made quite an impression on me back there,” he stroked the side my face. “You are beautiful, far more attractive than the women we have on this planet.”
I felt my body shake with fear. I knew what was coming next but until this very moment I had been pushing the thought out of my mind. He was going to rape me. I was going to be raped by an alien and there was nothing I could do about it.
I gulped down my anxiety, felt the hot tears of terror drift down my temples and into my ears. Clearly, my futile attempt at praying back on the ship did nothing. I was alone, far away from any other human and there was no escape. All I could do was whimper as his multiple hands ran over my face and body.
His erection was growing, pushing hard into my ribs as he sat on me. He was heavy too, despite him not putting all his weight on me. Don’t do it, I thought. I’d do anything for you not to touch me. But his penis grew even more. As he sat on my hips it seemed to protrude from his clothing and reach up past my breasts. I could smell it, could almost taste the sweat and saltiness that came from his sex.
“I am so eager to have you, to own your body,” he grunted as he hastily unzipped his pants and wrapped his hand around his length.
I clenched my eyes shut and turned away.
“Fuck me, human,” he growled. “It is your destiny to pleasure me.”
“No!” I screamed. “You can’t have me. I’ll never do what you say.”
He laughed a great big hearty chortle that echoed around the stone walls.
“YOU are saying you don’t want ME?”
He laughed again and shook his head.
“Now, little human,” he gripped my jaw with a muscular hand. “Why would you not want to fuck a creature as powerful and handsome as me?”
The tears blurred my vision. I kicked my legs and tried to break free. He was in shock that I didn’t want him, seemed to be so deeply offended and bewildered that he got off me and stood beside the bed shaking his head.
“You cannot be serious. Everybody wants me. Women have offered their lives just to be the one who produces my heir. It is so terribly sad that you are unaware how lucky you are that I chose you to be my sex slave.”
I didn’t see it that way. I didn’t feel lucky—but cursed. There was no way he could possibly think someone would feel LUCKY to be a sex slave.
“Just stay away from me!” I yelled.
His penis went flaccid, and he tucked it away inside his clothing. His face grew red with anger.
“You are serious…” he said still bemused.
“I said get away!”
In a moment of hatred, I spat at him, a blob of my saliva landing on his chest. He looked down at it and seethed with his biceps clenching tight and his hands forming into fists. He’s going to kill me, I thought. He’s going to rape me and kill me.
I stumbled backward away from him and fell into the wall. Sliding down to the floor I covered my face with my arms.
“Just, please! Stay away!”
There was silence, no movement. After a few seconds I glanced through the gaps in my fingers and saw he was still by the bed, a hand clutched to his forehead. I relaxed slightly, confused as to why he wasn’t trying to fuck me anymore.
“Have you finished with your temper tantrum,” he asked mockingly. “Or do you want to carry on.”
“You bastard!”
I wanted to continue.
“You’re a piece of shit you know that! How can you buy a person, a woman, and think you can have her as your own source of pleasure meat? I have feelings you know. All those girls back there do! You think because you’re the leader of this fucking warped planet that you can just do whatever you want without any sense of morality. You think I’d actually be stupid enough to feel LUCKY about having the HONOR of having to fuck you? You’re insane.”
He had obviously never been spoken to in such a way and stood slack-jawed in front of me.
“Have it your way,” he buttoned up the rest of his clothing. “But you are a naïve human. One day you will realize how stupid you are.”
I doubted it.
“No. You will realize how stupid YOU are and how arrogant you're being.”
He lingered for a moment, glaring at me with fire in his eyes. If he was going to rape me he would have done it already. I held my breath as I waited for his next move. His hands were still clenched tight, his blue fingers turning white at the knuckles.
“Very well,” he exhaled. “May you wallow in your own anger and hatred.”
He turned on his heel and left, slamming the door hard as he walked out the room, his footsteps tapping on the ground, growing more and more faint with each step that took him further away from me.
“You savage bastard!” I yelled after him.
His footsteps stopped. I knew I’d done it then. He was going to come back for me and finally do what he wanted. I stared at the door, waiting for it to be flung open by the blue limbed monster, but it never happened. After a couple seconds, his footsteps continued and I heard him disappear down the stairs.
Chapter 7
Urie
“Bitch!”
I punched the wall, it splintered beneath the force of my fist sending fragments of glowstone flying across the floor.
“How could she? Who does she think she is?”
I shook my head as I walked away. It would seem that humans were dumber than I thought. How could she possibly not want me, the most fearful and mighty leader of the Ura-Than? My servants peeked their nervous heads out of their doors, along the sides of the hallway, terrified of what I would do next. It was rare for me to lose my temper. Not that I couldn’t be aggressive, my experience in battle proved that, but in everyday life, I remained cool, calm and collected. Nothing ruffled my feathers, nothing could make me angry. But this bitch…
As I strode through the palace like a vicious tornado, I could feel my erection throb between my legs. It had gone limp after her initial rejection, but as I stalked away in anger, it came back with a vengeance. It protruded from my clothes, alive and desperate to be ridden. It was unbearable, the searing heat that pulsed through it, the way it twitched and convulsed as the blood ran to the tip.
“Fuck!”
I pushed my way through to my private study. It was the only place in the entire palace that the guards or servants were not allowed in. It was a precious space to me, one that held all my secrets. As I blustered in, I slammed the door behind me and kicked it, still raging mad that the stupid human was arrogant enough to turn me away. And she looked so pleased with herself too, so smug and satisfied as I had no other choice but to walk away with my penis between my legs like an animal’s tail, defeated and neglected.
I paced up and down in front of the window in a futile attempt to walk off my anger to try and dissipate all the raging energy that was like electricity in my veins.
“The bitch,” I said again.
It seemed like the perfect word to describe someone so insolent and ungrateful. Every female on this planet would fall to their knees and do whatever was asked of them just for the chance to crouch at my feet and obey me. They would sell their families, murder their own children if they had to, just for the chance to kiss me, to obtain my affection for the most fleeting of moments. But that woman up there, with her smooth skin and defiant human attitude… She showed no signs that she was impressed with me. She was either the most stupid creature I had ever met or she had the strongest will of anyone in the universe. Through the haze of my anger it was difficult to figure out which she was.
Exhausted, I sat at my desk, leaning back against the luxurious chair and looking u
p at all the books I had collected since my reign began on Ura-Than. There were so many, many of them written just for me, some by me and some taken from other planets. Knowledge, like wealth, was to be hoarded, respected and always consumed with the greatest reverence.
I tried to focus on the titles on the spines in an attempt to calm my body but no matter how many times I scanned my eyes across the shelves, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering to the woman upstairs.
My erection still pulsed and throbbed as it leaned up against the edge of my desk. It was begging to be fucked, so desperate to feel the inner flesh of a soft human. I thought about her up there in her tight clothing with her midriff exposed, her soft skin so supple and smooth. I remembered her fragile neck, so lithe like a bird’s and just the perfect width for me to encircle with my fingers. I could rape her if I wanted, could murder her if the fancy took me but of course, I would never do such a thing. No matter how violent I could be in the act of war, I couldn’t hurt a female, ever. I had, after all, had a mother, sisters, a grandmother, all beautiful and intelligent women who I adored. Maybe the bitch upstairs was a sister. She was of course, somebody’s daughter. The thought of seeing a woman with her face twisted in pain and misery made me nauseous, no matter how much I hated them. The human upstairs would just have to realize how lucky she was, or perhaps it was I who had to realize how lucky I was to be with her.
Yet still, I remembered the way she struggled on the stage with her hands restrained behind her back. A single vein had jutted out from her throat as she cried and at the time I had wondered what it would feel like to press my lips to it, to feel the blood course through her as the sensation brushed up against my lips. She had looked so beautiful in her anger with her hair swaying wildly and her cheeks red and shining with tears. I had so desperately wanted to hold her to take her away from that slave master, Reli. Yet my dick was telling me something else, it was telling me to keep the chains around her limbs and to bend her over, to penetrate her deeply until my seed was up inside her. It would seem that the mind and the body were two separate entities jostling for the best position of pleasure. Who would win?
