by Maia Starr
It was not always so, as I only wanted to study and work in reconstruction. It was my cousin Dalik Moscurn that always wanted to be a leader. Our fathers were brothers, but they were not with us anymore. Dalik and I never got along. We had grown enstranged for several years now. We were very different. He had leadership and change in his eyes just like his father. I, however was more focused on simply doing my job and doing it well, which used to be reconstruction. I loathed Dalik in his idealism, why would he want to give himself so much responsibility to implant progressive ideals to the Kalazaron? I thought it was nothing but his ego. He only wanted to implement change so that laws could be named after him, so that he could be remembered just as his father was… a great leader. I hated all of it. Things were fine just the way they were, I was more like my father. Of course, my father and Dalik's father did not get along so it goes without saying that we were our father's sons.
The rest of the day involved taking charge of the newly arrived supply reinforcements. This was mixed in with possible battle plans and reinforcement warrior stations on the high fence for a possible raid by the rebels. By the time I was walking back to my chambers, it was very late.
"Shall I summon the human female now?" My warrior who was second in command Finock Pri asked me.
"What?" I asked over my shoulder.
"The human female that you sent to the barracks. You stated earlier that you would deal with her when you went to bed," he said with a slight elbow jokingly to my side. I gave him an angry look. I had completely forgotten about her. She was more of a nuisance and I had a suspicion that she might be a spy. I did not want to deal with her I just wanted to sleep in the exhaustion of the day away.
"No. Make sure that she receives a tray of nourishment and I will deal with her in the morning," I said to him.
He smiled and said, "Yes sir." I grabbed his arm and stopped him and looked him directly in the eyes and sternly said, "I said a tray of nourishment and nothing else. Do not converse with her. Do not touch her. Open her door, leave the tray on the floor, and shut the door behind you. Make sure there is a guard stationed at her door, someone that we trust to not violate her. Is that clear? "
His face grew serious and he said, "Sir yes sir," as he stomped off to fulfill my orders.
As I lay down in my bed ready to give way to a deep sleep, the worry of the possible rebel attack hit me. My mind suddenly grew very active and I found it hard to relax. Then my mind shifted to the human female. As my mind moved over her delicate features her soft brown eyes, her full lips, and her petite soft curves I began to relax. But something else, I began to grow hard. My eyes drifted off towards sleep and I found myself beginning to partake in a projection of a sexual nature on the human female. I quickly opened my eyes in shock of myself. Yes, that was right. I had forgot about the human females and why the Kalazaron enjoyed having them on our planet so much. It seemed that the human female mind was easily subjected to our projections. If I wanted to I could continue the projection and feel as though I was having a sensual encounter with her. She was close enough to me for it to happen, and the thought made me smile. But I would not do that. I was not here to play games. I was here to lead an army to protect the city against the rebels. I got up from my bed and slammed down a glass of Iccanis juice in order to sleep. I was out within minutes.
The next morning, I was making my rounds on the command deck. All systems were checked and all new reinforcements on the fence were in place.
"General Sir, there is communication for you coming in from the Master," Finock said to me.
"Right away," I said as I followed him to the communication room. This was a small closet like room were only I could fit. This is where I took all communication from the Master. Regular communication was seen on the commander deck on a big holographic screen. But all communications from the Master were seen as secretive and very important for the ears of the General in command only, and that happened to be me at the moment. This was highly unusual as I only communicated with the Master once a week in order to go over weekly reports. We had already done that three days ago, so this communication was something entirely different. Perhaps he had news about the rebels gathering at the base of the mountain for me.
"Master, what news?" I said as I flipped on the communication panel.
"General, all went well with the supply reinforcements?" He asked.
"Yes, all is well thank you for the reinforcements. It seems that the rebels are gathering at the base of the mountain and a possible new raid might occur soon. Therefore the supply reinforcements are crucial at this time."
"Very good, I am sure that you will defeat that raid quickly. What of the human female slave I sent to you? Did she demonstrate her reconstruction skill to your liking?" He asked.
"Master sir, I did not think that you actually meant she should work in reconstruction. Perhaps emptying bedpans or the like as any slave would. But I do not see that she would be fit to do much else," I said to him. His face grew dark and stern and he said, "Am I to understand that you are defying my orders General?"
"No Master I am not. Forgive me. I did not think the female was of priority. In fact I had some suspicion that she might be a spy sent to me by the rebels," I said. The Master began to laugh and said, "She was found on a human ship that Commander Yun captured in space. I guarantee that she is no spy General Moscurn."
"Of course Master Bresh, I will see to it that I test her skills in reconstruction and find a proper position for the human female slave."
"Good, keep me in communication and reports on her. General there is much that we can learn from the humans. Do not think of this one as simply a female, the humans might know more in reconstruction than we do. Or it might be equal knowledge but one small detail that could save many lives of our warriors. It would give us an advantage over the rebels to have that such knowledge. This female worked in reconstruction on Earth and it is the first we have encountered and I would like to see what she knows."
"Yes it shall be done," I said as I nodded in obedience as I did know my place and that place was to obey orders from the Master. The communication ended and I was in the dark mood once again. True I had moved swings, but in a military outpost full of warriors that was not a problem.
Moments later I opened the door to the human female’s barracks, "Come with me slave."
She followed me out and in a defiant tone said, "You will call me Dr. Prost not a slave."
I turned around to her and got an inch away from her body looking down at her face as she looked up at me with her chin in the air her lips pressed firmly together.
"I will call you what I damn well please. You are a human slave on my grounds. Don't you forget that. I don't know what you did to have the Master favor you so, but he does. He thinks you have some sort of special skills, and I think those special skills only refer to what you did to him when his cock was in your mouth."
She gasped in shock. Her small hand went up in an attempt to slap my face. Of course she was too short and I caught her small delicate wrist in my hand before she was even done with the swing.
"Do not think you are above the laws. Striking a General is punishable by death. Remember that," I said as I pushed her wrist out of my hand pushing her back further than I meant to. She took at least four or five stumbling steps backwards in order to catch herself from falling. A part of me felt guilty for doing such a thing, but I did not know my own strength against the small petite creature. Plus, I needed to make clear who was in command here. I think she got the message as her eyes watered over and she fought back tears. I turned my back on her and knew that she was now following silently behind me.
Moments later we entered the reconstruction building I expected her to recoil in horror at the sight. But she did not. Her step quickened and she pulled up her sleeves to her elbows as though anxious to get started. There were many warriors in different states of injury or illness.
"This is reconstruction. I do not have time to overs
ee you and your skills. I do not think you have any. However the Master wants you in this building therefore you will do whatever Marlac says," I said as I led her over to the commanding reconstructionist in charge of healing.
"Marlac this is the human female slave the Master sent over as he says she has some skill with reconstruction on earth. Put her to work in whatever capacity you see fit."
"Yes General," he said. I gave her one last angry look and left her side. Her shoulders seemed to drop as I walked away. No doubt she was now fearful of me, and that was a good thing.
After I left her I expected that it would be only an hour later that I was being summoned to fetch her because she was being defiant or incapable. Yet, the hours passed. I did not hear one single complaint about the human female and I began to grow suspicious. Perhaps Marlac misunderstood my orders and took her to bed instead of using her for her reconstruction skills. I suddenly felt a surge of jealousy as I thought about another warrior enjoying her. Where the hell was that coming from? I have no attachment to this human female. If anything I saw her as spoiled and annoying. She was nothing compared to the Kalazaron females who obeyed us without question or defiance as it should be. She was the complete opposite of that and had no place in this world. She was nothing but trouble.I had to force myself to get rid of the image of another warrior taking her to bed because it was a distraction.
When I returned to check on the human female I was surprised to find her changing the wrappings on the leg of an injured warrior. He was smiling and having a pleasant conversation with her. And I watched as she delicately did her work. Being experienced as I was, I knew the proper way to do this and she did it well. I had to admit that I was impressed. She even did it better than I would with a minimal amount of wrapping which was important when we were limited on supplies. When she was done I watched her skillfully move to another warrior and change the wrappings on his arm. This warrior was also delighted to speak to her and she seemed to actually lift his spirits and make him laugh. That was not necessary. She should be doing that in quiet and not making conversation. When she was done with that warrior I followed her before her next patient.
"It is not necessary to converse with the warriors slave. I forbid it. Do your work and nothing else," I said to her sternly. I didn't want to admit to myself that I was saying it out of jealousy.
She put her hands on her hips and said, "It is necessary General. It is a well-known fact of science on earth that if a patient is happy and laughing they heal faster. If they are sad and low in spirits they do not heal at all. Therefore my conversing as you call it is very necessary and I would take steps if I were you to force the rest of your team to employ such a tactic."
"That is nonsense. You make up lies," I said to her as I got in her face towering over her.
"I do not care what you believe and do not believe. Now if you will excuse me I would like to get on with the work," she said as she walked away from me. I had a mind to grab her arm and tell her off. But I noticed that everyone was staring. So I let it go, for now. I would punish her later.
At the end of the day I reported to Master Bresh as he requested. I told him of the human female's theory about laughter and healing. His response shocked me.
"We shall put that into test trials here in the city. Anything else to report?" He said. I held myself in anger and quietly said, "No that is all."
"Good, it seems that she is working out well. Continue reporting on even the smallest detail of what she does. I want you checking in on her more and more throughout the day."
"Yes Master as you wish."
Several weeks later I would learn that those test trials were successful and that she had been right. But I would not know that until a lot more had happened in that time. It was more than I could have ever imagined would happen. It was more than I had ever allowed myself to feel or do.
That evening I went to my bedchambers, and this time I would not be so nice. This human female slave needed to be under control, and if she were anything like the Kalazaron females they became under control once they grew an emotional attachment to a male. I knew just how to make that happen. Tonight I would project on her and in the morning she would be emotionally attached to me, possibly even in love with me. Then she would listen.
Chapter 3
DR. LAVENDER PROST
My first night in the small barrack had me feeling extremely anxious. I assumed that at any moment I would be called to the chambers of the General just as he had said. I walked back-and-forth in the room waiting. Hours and hours passed and finally the door opened. A tray of food was pushed in and then the door was closed and locked once more. I was confused. However I was also very hungry so I grabbed the tray and ate. Hours later I had fallen asleep on the small bed. A flash entered my mind, a dream. The General was kissing me. Then as quickly as it came it vanished. I woke up and sat up in bed quickly as it had felt so real I thought he was in the room with me. I looked around to see that he was nowhere in sight. That was so strange. Finally I fell asleep and I wasn't summoned until the next morning.
I was growing impatient. Finally my door opened and the arrogant ass himself had come to fetch me. I was very surprised to see him. I thought he could not be bothered with me. He gave me a dirty look as he stood there with his tall seven foot seven height as though he was the scariest being on this planet. He was already making me angry. If I had not already had several pleasant interactions with the Kalazaron, then I wouldn’t know that this alien was being this way cause he wanted too. "Come with me slave." He said very matter of fact like in a rude tone. I was done with this behavior. I followed him and out and said, "You will call me Dr. Prost not a slave." I knew that there was no reason to call me that except for the fact that he wanted too. No other Kalazaron had called me that thus far.
He turned and got an inch away from my body and looked down on me from his towering height. I was not going to let him intimidate me so I stood my ground. Once again it was my defiance showing through.
"I will call you what I damn well please. You are a human slave on my grounds. Don't you forget that. I don't know what you did to have the Master favor you so, but he does. He thinks you have some sort of special skills, and I think those special skills only refer to what you did to him when his cock was in your mouth."
How dare he the ass! I gasped and my mouth fell open at his stupid and mean statement. I knew that he was bigger than I was and that I was on a strange planet, but my instincts took over and I attempted to slap him. Of course the skilled warrior caught my hand in his.
"Do not think you are above the laws. Striking a General is punishable by death. Remember that."
He pushed me back and I almost fell over. I was terrified. Moments later we entered the reconstruction building and I felt so much better. I forgot about my encounter with the awful General and began to get excited about the work. I perked up and my eyes too in all the sights as I made notes with my mind. I rolled up my sleeves to my elbows ready to get deep into this. I followed the arrogant ass General Rendor Moscurn to another Kalazaron male. I only saw a few Kalazaron females mulling about and they seemed to be doing what nurses did on Earth and nothing more.
"This is reconstruction. I do not have time to oversee you and your skills. I do not think you have any. However the Master wants you in this building therefore you will do whatever Marlac says."
Perhaps Marlac would be nicer than this brute. I could only hope. I was glad that he was pawning me off on someone else because I could not stand to be in his presence any longer.
"Marlac this is the human female slave the Master sent over as he says she has some skill with reconstruction on earth. Put her to work in whatever capacity you see fit."
"Yes General," he said. He gave me one last angry look and left me side and my shoulders dropped that he was now gone. I was glad that Marlac was more agreeable and in no time I was showing him what I could do. Later after another awful encounter with the General, I was shown back to m
y room. It was a good day simply because I was allowed to practice medicine. Essentially that was all that really mattered.
That night I was filled with anger. I wish that I could face the General once more as there were so many things that I wanted to yell at him. He infuriated me. He made me so mad and passionate with hate. He was the worst kind of egotistical male and he needed to be put in his place. Once again I was brought a tray of food to my door. It also made me angry. Why was I not allowed to eat in the mess hall with the others? I had gained a sense of community that day attending to the warriors. I felt useful again. They respected me and enjoyed my conversation and instead I was locked away, like a slave… like a captive. I knew that this was the General’s doing as he did not want me to forget that I was not an employee here, that I was a captured slave. He did not want me to forget that I was a Kalazaron captive. I ate of the delicious nourishment and fell asleep and to my surprise the dream came back only this time it was much more detailed and so, so, real. I was in a deep sleep when…"Are you prepared for me?" the General’s deep lust filled voice said to me in my sleep.
"I, um, well, I think that… " I scarcely got out a single syllable much less an actual word as he secured my mouth with his and kissed me hard and fast. I was lost in it, this kiss with an alien warrior. I was excited and wet and I didn't want him to stop even though I knew this was wrong. Was this real? He moved his hand over my hard erect nipples on my bosom and pressed and rubbed them. I groaned with pleasure and shocked myself. I needed this and I didn’t even know that I needed this. I had never required an alien sexual encounter and yet I felt like I required this. I had never, ever engaged in sexual relations with an alien before and there was something exciting about that. I felt dirty. He was an otherworldly man that was effective, appealing, and that radiated certainty and danger. I needed to experience it, to experience him whatever he was.
