Warrior of the Stars

by Lucee Joie

  I am quickly silenced.

  Chapter Four: Horgeer

  I stride through the dank passage, following Ece as he carries my new breeder. I hope that he won’t be forced to use the shocker again, or that I won’t have to later on. It is always better when the woman is compliant on her own accord rather than having to use the device.

  As I march, the strong aroma of mold and piss fills my nostrils. Yet, I am so used to the smell that I no longer wrinkle my nose in passing.

  “She is as light as an Urlin but she can sure kick up a fight,” Ece says over his shoulder before slapping the woman on the ass.

  I watch as she continues to pummel Ece’s shoulder and try to ignore her screams as she sobs to be released. It is always the same when they are brought here from Earth. I wish there was a treaty in place with that world, or that my own breed didn’t have to stoop to stealing women in order to save our kind from extinction. At least with a treaty, they wouldn’t have to explain to the new slaves that they had no choice in what was happening to them, that they were doing this in order to keep an ancient race alive. However, the Earthly leaders had never agreed to what they called ‘slavery.’

  As a result of this, they had to continue to abduct women from there. Which was a shame because they really were the best breeders in the galaxy, considering their size.

  Ece changes the woman’s position and then wraps one arm securely around her as I duck in front of him and reach out for the door. The microchip in my hand means that the door swings open as soon as I come in contact with it. When this is actioned, Ece reaches up and slings the woman back down off his shoulder. Pushing her roughly into the room, the door closes tightly as he jumps backward and out of the way.

  “I bet you’ll be eager to get started with your new breeder,” Ece said as I throw back my drink. The liquid burns the back of my throat as I wait for the warmth to spread.

  “I guess so,” I reply while nodding at the bartender for another drink. “Thanks to the lottery, I finally get my chance to advance our race.” I try not to sound bitter.

  Ece doesn’t seem to notice my mood. After all, I hadn’t asked to be entered into the lottery but because I was of the right age and had just come into rut, it was deemed time for me to breed. I watch as Ece throws back another drink and grins wickedly at me. “Wanna know how your number got drawn?”

  I know with instant clarity that Ece has meddled with the proceedings. He can, after all, he is the imperial heir. No one would question his involvement in the matter. I nod at my friend and tip my glass to him by way of acknowledgment.

  “When do you get to roll with her?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “Well, let me know how it goes. My breeder was a dud so now I get to live vicariously through you until another woman is brought here.”

  Even though Ece was the royal heir, he still had to rely on the lottery system like all of us. Although, it worked a little differently for him as he got first pick when new women were brought in.

  Humans were the most compatible breed in the galaxy for our kind. However, the Galactic Union had to be careful that not too many women were abducted at the same time. While most Earthlings didn’t know that there were any other worlds outside of their own, their leaders did and were keeping a close watch on their female population as a result.

  I wished that it could be different, that I could rut with my own kind, not these strange Earth women. While humans were better at producing offspring, they were strange-looking creatures. Although, if I am being honest, from what I have seen of my new possession, this human was less strange than some of the others I’d had seen.

  Her features were more angled than other women of her kind. High cheekbones and large eyes made her look more akin to Gokeols, an intergalactic race that was considered to be the universal beauty standard. Although, that still didn’t make her look anything like my own race, the Ocheks.

  I sigh into my drink when it is presented in front of me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen a female Ochek in the flesh. Even my own mother had been dead before I could remember her properly.

  So, a human is what I have to settle for.

  Chapter Five: Beth

  “Get up!”

  I wake up with a start, the bleak new world in which I now belong coming into stark contrast to my dreams as I open my eyes. Happiness is such a distant memory that I wonder if it ever existed at all. I have been lying in the filth of this cell for so long that I have no idea if it is day or night anymore.

  A guard stands in front of me and I flinch backwards. It is the one that carried me here yesterday. His menacing eyes are on me and he looks like he is intent on devouring me whole. I finger the collar around my neck and wonder if he can activate it.

  I feel like there is absolutely no wriggle room when it comes to questioning this one so I do as I am told when he readies to swing a baton at me.

  Grabbing my arm, the man leads me out of the cell and I am taken to yet another place in this new world. As he drags me along, his hands roughly grab at me and I wonder if he is groping me on purpose. I suspect he is. However, I am so exhausted by this point and the strangeness of everything is so draining that I ignore the rasp of rough fingers across my breasts and the squeeze of my ass.

  In fact, I am so overwhelmed that I don’t even pay attention to where I am being taken at this point. My whole body feels numb–my mind included.

  I have taken my heels off at some point, to stretch out my toes. Now I wish I still had them on as the ground below my feet is icy and rough. Plus, they could have been a pretty handy weapon if needed. Although, against this guard and the zapper collar I would be fighting a losing battle.

  “In here,” the man says as he abruptly pushes me forward, giving me one final slap on the ass for good measure.

  I stagger through the doorway, one of my toes catching on the edge as I enter. A blinding bolt of agony shoots up my leg and I reach down to clasp at my foot.

  The door shuts behind me and it takes a moment or two to realize I am alone again. Rubbing my toe, I glance nervously around the room, waiting for the next strange thing to happen.

  “Take off your clothes,” a voice finally says from the shadows.

  “No,” I say, mustering the last of my strength, my fingers reaching once more for the collar around my neck.

  I feel the sting of the electricity through my fingers first and the jolt forces me to double over in pain.

  “Take off your clothes,” the voice repeats.

  “Please, tell me who you are and what’s going on,” I beg, regardless of the pain, hoping not to feel the collar’s sting once more.

  “You are a breeder now,” the voice replied, stepping forward out of the shadows.

  “I know you,” I reply, using a different delaying tactic.

  “Yes, and so you shall until you die. You belong to me now.”

  “How can I? I never consented to this!”

  “There is no need for consent. You have a job to do, a very important one, too.”

  I suck back a sob, terrified at what that job entailed, thinking back to earlier at the ‘lottery’ and the fear of what I was here for, that I have suppressed and pushed down deep inside, resurfaces in a rush. Where I come from, there was only one way to ‘breed.’

  “I won’t do that,” I say softly.

  “There is no choice in the matter,” the man says as his gaze drops from my eyes to my neck. I understand the connotation.

  I look at the man until his gaze returns to mine and I wonder if that is shame that I see there now. Staring deep into his eyes, I finally see the conflict there. “Please don’t hurt me.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you. However, we need to breed, there is no way around that. Consider it a debt I need to pay if that makes you feel any better.”

  Debt? I was confused. “Can’t you just use money, like everyone else?”

  A snuffling sound erupted from the man that I assume is laughter. �
��It’s not that sort of debt.”

  “Oh.”

  “Take off your clothes. I will try not to hurt you.”

  As he speaks, the man starts to remove his clothing. His shirt is merely a vest, so that comes off quickly. I watch as he loosens the button at the top of his pants. When they drop to the ground, my eyes widen in horror at the size of his junk. As I gaze upon it, it pulses and jumps to life and I try to ignore the fact that it stimulates something deep inside of me.

  I back away, turn, and try to run but the man’s strong arms are already around me, already dragging me across the room to a large bed.

  “No, I won’t do that,” I cry as the man throws me down on the bed. What is likely to happen now terrifies me more than the shocker collar. His hold slackens and he steps back from me.

  “Please,” he whispers so gently that I pause. “I do not want to hurt you. This really is a great honor.”

  A great honor, my ass, I think as I am forced to lay back onto the bed. The man hovers over me, not touching, not trying to attack, just watching me. When I peer at him, I see a softness around his eyes that is not present in the other one of his kind. There is a hesitancy there also that makes me wonder at his age.

  A loud beep sounds and I am startled.

  “You have one hour to mate,” a robotic voice says. “Failure to do so will result in termination.”

  “They will kill us both if we do not perform today,” the man says quietly.

  “Who are ‘they’?” I ask, even though I suspect that he will not tell me.

  “The head of the Galactic Union. They want to ensure that my race doesn’t come to extinction. They will stoop to any means to achieve that goal.”

  A sob sticks in my throat at his words. “Who are you?”

  “I am Horgeer, and I am an Ochek. You have been summoned here because you are compatible to breed with my kind.”

  “But why?”

  “Our race is dying. In the last generation, barely a female has been born.”

  Oh, hell.

  “Surely they wouldn’t kill me then,” I question as an idea forms, as I realize that I am actually valuable merchandise. “If I’m so important and all.”

  “How many women are on your planet?”

  Right, so I was expendable then.

  With horrible clarity, I realize that there is no other choice than to lay back and bear this event. I close my eyes lest the tears escape. The gentle touch to my cheek surprises me.

  “Believe me, I don’t want to hurt you. If our rulers had their way, Earth would be brought into the Galactic Agreement and all of this would not be an issue. Women would be procured of their own free will.”

  I bite down on my lip, my eyes now ebbing over with tears. I don’t want to do this but, more importantly, I don’t want to die either, not in this strange place at an age when I hadn’t truly lived yet. It was all that I could summon not to allow more wracking sobs to escape as I realize my fate now lies in the arms of this man.

  “You need to undress now,” Horgeer says, seeming to know that my mind was changing, that I was starting to comply.

  Peeling off my white jacket, I notice it is now grimy with the dirt from the previous cell. My green shirt comes off next, my face reddening when it is removed. Underneath, my white lace bra leaves nothing to the imagination. I sit up to pull my pants down, using the movement as an excuse to hide my flesh.

  Horgeer takes each item of clothing as I remove it. He folds them carefully and places them on the floor. The action is endearing to me somehow. It makes the situation more personable and less like a new level of hell. I chance a look at him and wonder if maybe he is as embarrassed about all of this as I am.

  He glances my way, his eyes imploring as he mouths the words, “I’m sorry,” and I am confused. Is he just as much a victim as I am in this situation? I try everything I can to ignore the growing sympathy I have for this strange creature. I can see his shoulders stoop, the way he casts his eyes aside as I continue to undress. Yes, I think he might be as unwilling as I am in the matter and that makes the whole situation somehow more bearable.

  Finally, I unhook my bra and allow it to drop before quickly pulling down my panties. I huddle on the bed, my arms wrapped around my knees.

  “This will only take a minute,” Horgeer said.

  Oh great, he’s a dud lay as well as being my abductor, I think before chiding myself for wishing for more out this arrangement. Had it really been so long since I’d slept with anyone that this scenario was somehow appealing?

  Horgeer stands over me, gently pushing my shoulders back until I have no choice but to expose my naked body as I lay down on the bed. Once more I close my eyes and wait.

  All I can hear is the echo of breathing, both from myself as well as the alien in the room. They both sound the same. Maybe I can just pretend that I am with someone I find attractive?

  I run a selection of hunky actors through my mind and settle on one, trying my hardest to get into the mood.

  In the midst of my concentration, an unexpected wet warmth envelops my nether regions and I gasp in surprise. I had not expected foreplay in this scenario.

  I am tempted to sneak a peek but chose instead to concentrate on the Oscar-winning actor I have chosen in my mind for this occasion, scared that reality might spoil the unexpected sensations.

  As I imagine the hot guy, my insides pulse with the excitement of a tongue on my clit. I resist the urge to push into the sensation, to allow my hips to rise up. To actually allow myself to enjoy the situation.

  Still, it raises conflicting emotions inside myself. This was supposed to be against my will, after all–his too–if my assumption was right.

  The sensation stops and a whimper escapes my lips involuntarily.

  The rustling of the sheets alerts me to the next step as the mattress sags between my legs with the weight of Horgeer between them. Finally, the head of his penis touches my sex and I bite down hard on my lip, readying myself for the impact. Strangely reveling in the anticipation while also berating myself for being aroused by this strange creature.

  Even as I am excited, I have also seen the size of him and my unexpected passion is now drying up with a growing dread of the damage it could inflict.

  Slowly, Horgeer pushes into me, his huge erection stretching my flesh to its limits. I flinch with the sensation of being stuffed so full that it almost feels like I could burst. Yet, there is no pain, only the anxiety of the potential of it.

  Horgeer pulls back once he has finally filled me and I brace for a further thrust. The second was not so scary now as I know what to expect, that I won’t tear from his size. He thrusts again and again until I feel a warmth enveloping me, taking over my body as I settle into the action. Could I actually be enjoying this?

  The actions quicken and a climax is reached by Horgeer. As his seed spreads, I feel the warmth of it and am sad at the fact that he has had his satisfaction yet I haven’t. Pulling out, I feel the bed spring upwards as he steps away from me.

  I open my eyes, the brightness of the room hurting my vision as I adjust to the glare. Horgeer is dressing and has already placed my clothes within reach.

  “What is this agreement?” I ask while getting dressed, trying to ignore the empty feeling inside, along with the also unexpected sadness of not getting my own release. “How can we be a member if we don’t even believe that aliens exist.”

  “That’s the official stance,” Horgeer says and I look at him. His unusual features are starting to soften to me. They are not quite as peculiar as they seemed earlier. His liquid brown eyes are now familiar, even appearing kind in intent. “Your government knows all about our plight, as well as the existence of the other four hundred and eighteen known habitable planets.”

  Chapter Six: Horgeer

  I can see the surprise in her eyes. I would have been surprised, as well, to learn that so much more existed beyond my own established existence, I suppose. Trying to imagine it from her perspecti
ve, I smile weakly at the woman.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Beth.”

  “Is that a common name where you’re from?”

  “I suppose.”

  Silence.

  I had always suspected that this part would be the worst, the moment after sex when my breeder is done with me and the advent of conversation can occur. What do you even say in this sort of situation?

  Even with the awkwardness now filling the room, I can't deny what has just happened, that for me, it had been amazing. Maybe it was because it was my first time with a woman. I worry that I am not enough, that I am not a good mate before I shake my head at the thought. I was not here to be a legitimate partner, merely to mate with the woman.

  What would Beth think of her new cell, I wonder as I try to distract myself from the churning emotions inside of me. The one she had come from was merely a holding area. After her initial exam, when it was determined for sure that we had copulated and she had been relatively compliant, she would be given her own room, one that would be decorated with things from her own planet.

  The whoosh of air alerted me to the fact that someone else was entering the room. Turning, I see the scaly skin of a Nostral. These creatures were employed on this ship as doctors and medical staff due to their vast knowledge of disease across the universe.

  “I am here for your exam,” the Nostral said.

  I turn to Beth and see the fear in her eyes. It was a universal facial expression regardless of the breed.

  “It will only take a moment, then I can show you to your permanent accommodation,” I say, trying hard to appear cheerful. Reaching out, I grab her hand, surprising myself with the gesture. Beth doesn’t pull away.

  “Will it hurt? Is there an anal probe?”

  I laugh. It wasn’t the first time an Earthling had made this comment. Although, it was the first time that I have heard it straight from the human’s mouth. “He just wants to make sure we have performed as expected. It will mostly be a visual exam.”