Captor, p.5
Captor, page 5
Standing at least six foot seven, maybe taller, the creature’s luminescent blue skin was highlighted by silver hair reaching well past his broad shoulders. Every part of him was muscular, his massive arms and carved chest giving way to thunderous thighs and…
One thick cock, at least that’s what my imagination played out, the outline of the huge appendage pressed against form-fitting black pants impossible to ignore. I couldn’t imagine his shaft fitting into…
Oh, my God. I was thinking about the creature sexually. What the hell was wrong with me? I closed my eyes briefly, but the image of his massive, hulking body and carved abdomen remained burning into the forefront of my mind. This species seemed superior to the others, at least if looks counted. With his angular features, luminescent skin, and claws on the ends of his fingers, he was the kind of thing created in nightmares. His hands were like paws, the large size fitting the huge creature. I could only imagine his strength, capable of crushing a human man to death with ease.
Vibrant ink covered both arms, the sleeves creations of beauty. Although I didn’t recognize any symbols or any of the creatures depicted in them, they added to his look of danger. I could see him holding a sword, wielding it with vigor against an enemy. I knew all about various ancient weapons. Teaching history and science had allowed me the opportunity of learning about Earth’s past. He was the perfect specimen of what I’d imagined, a barbaric gladiator.
I couldn’t believe my mind was thinking of him as anything but a predator.
He wore heavy boots, artillery attached to his pants, the tight-fitting dark sleeveless shirt accentuating his powerful chest.
As he walked closer, his nostrils flared before he took a deep whiff. Then he dared to drag his tongue, his forked tongue, across his ruby red lips. I recoiled as much as the chains would allow, biting back any kind of noise.
When he was within two feet of my position, he finally lifted his head. His eyes were oversized, the color the most incredible hue of blue I’d ever seen, his pupils reflecting the limited light, sparkling like stars.
“Who are you?” I asked, uncertain if he could or would answer me. The question was rhetorical, but I had no idea what to say to him. “Please tell me. I don’t want to be here.” I issued the last words in passing. Not that he cared. I was all alone.
As expected, he said nothing, but he cocked his head, his shimmering eyes piercing mine.
“What are you going to do to me?” My voice was barely more than a whisper.
He remained silent, but my instinct told me he could understand every word I said.
His gaze was so intense that I was forced to look away. There were no windows, no indications of where I’d been taken. I’d never felt so hopeless. “Please. Just let me go.”
“Name.”
His voice startled me. Deep, the sound resonated throughout the space where my voice hadn’t carried at all. While guttural, gravelly, he could speak English without a translation system. What else were the Dragonians hiding from the Coalition?
“You can speak,” I muttered.
I hated the quiet, the look of consternation on his face.
“Tell me yours first,” I added, as if my demand would be answered.
He took two more steps toward me. When he flexed his fingers on one hand, his claws caught the light. I huddled against the wall, rocking as I tried my best to drag the cover over my shoulders. I could sense he was undressing me with his eyes.
The strange sound he made was impossible to describe. He was unhappy with my defiance. I turned my head as far away as possible in my attempt to ignore him, closing my eyes, but as soon as he spoke, I returned my gaze in his direction.
“Krakar.” He shifted his gaze to the cell I’d been placed in, snarling as he did.
“Krakar,” I repeated. For some reason, I felt better knowing his name.
“You belong to me.”
“You mean you bought me through the lottery.” I was more exasperated than before, struggling against the damn bindings. Why couldn’t I get free? Involuntary sounds erupted from the deep place inside where every human stored their fight to live.
He reached out without hesitation, digging one of his claws against the sensitive skin under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Obey me.”
“I don’t have to obey you. I don’t even know who you are.” Why did it seem I was slurring my words?
If he was amused at my rebellious attitude or remained irritated, he didn’t show either.
“Name. Now. I do not believe you want to face punishment.”
I held my head high, giving him a nasty look even though the little girl inside of me shivered, my throat tightening.
He twisted his hand and the straps holding me in place disappeared. Then he wrapped his giant claw around my throat, pulling me away from the platform, lifting me until only my toes touched the floor. As I stared into his eyes, I wanted to shove him away, but the thought of touching him was far too repulsive.
However, I felt a strange pull to him, a draw that I hadn’t expected. I knew he could easily kill me if he wanted, but he simply held me aloft.
The wooziness was more intense than before.
I clawed at him, my thin fingers doing nothing as I raked them down his shirt. I felt such a powerful jolt of current seizing every muscle and tendon that I could no longer move. Even as I opened my mouth, trying to make a single sound, I seemed paralyzed. The single noise I muttered was nothing but a strangled mew.
His eyes opened wide and he hissed, muttering words I couldn’t understand, but it didn’t matter. Everything was fuzzy, my mind spinning. A different kind of fog crept in from the edges of my vision, crawling toward my pupils until there was nothing but the same ugly shadows from before. No longer able to feel my legs, I slumped toward him, able to laugh as the feel of his hard body pressed against mine aroused the woman deep inside.
As the sweet nirvana of blackness overwhelmed me, I took some crazy comfort in being in his arms.
The alien who’d captured me.
CHAPTER 4
Krakar
Rage simmered just below the surface as I lifted her into my arms.
There were some on my planet who considered me a soulless creature, incapable of feeling anything other than rage. While our species was known throughout every solar system as being brutal, those not of our world had no understanding of how well we could hide our emotions. Even as limited as they were, we still felt anger and pain, sadness and remorse. However, I was more like my father every day, fury the primary emotion.
On this day, my anger was at the point of taking over, but there was more sweltering within me, a sense of dread.
A moment of sadness.
As I held Sasha’s frail body against my chest, I marveled in how weightless she seemed. She was a tiny thing in comparison to my hulking mass, her fragile state giving me deep concern. Her collapse meant she was malnourished, needing additional hydration. If my medical team couldn’t handle the task, then I’d fucking do it myself. I moved to the cabin I’d already prepared for her, easing her onto the bed. She stirred as I pulled the covers over her, but her eyes never opened. She was lost to the darkness once again.
I’d been surprised when she’d refused to provide her name, even though I knew almost everything about her. My father had told me more than once that there would be no real fight from any candidate. I wasn’t entirely certain why he’d supplied the information. He’d never participated in the lottery system. He’d been far too busy commanding an empire.
Her attitude and rebellion intrigued me, especially given her profile. No humans had captured my attention, but almost everything about her pleased me. However, it was obvious that she would need to learn a lesson in controlled behavior.
If she survived.
My chest tight, I moved toward the refreshment podium, selecting a bottle of chiaide. She needed a substitute for what humans referred to as vitamins and this was as close to an alternative as existed. As I cracked the lid, returning to the bed, she stirred again, thrashing against the covers. I bent down, placing my hand on her forehead. She was burning up, the fever yet to break.
I gently lifted her head, pressing her lips apart before slipping the bottle tip between them. The liquid trickled into her mouth, but within seconds, she choked on the contents, her natural survival instinct causing her to fight me. When she opened her eyes again, I could see a glimpse of focus.
“No. You need this. You must drink.” I poured more, but as soon as the liquid went into her mouth, she spit it out.
“Na… No.” Even in her condition, she jerked her arm from under the covers, slapping it around my wrist. Her attempt at stopping me was ridiculous but endearing.
“Yes. Drink. Do not fight me. Without this you could die.”
Her eyes were stone cold, filled with so much hatred, but she finally surrendered, accepting several swallows.
“There. Now, you rest. I will look after you.” I left the bottle for her, refusing to bind her to the bed.
Her glare continued until I finally pressed my hand against her eyes, forcing them to close. As I eased away, I continued to sense her anger. While it matched mine, and was increasing, hers was for an entirely different reason. She’d4 been told we were nothing but savages. I couldn’t blame the Earthlings. They’d heard about our battles and our tactics. We were uncompromising in our methods.
I waited by her side until I was certain she’d fallen into a natural slumber. Perhaps now she’d begin to heal. As I prepared to leave, a necessity given the upcoming Coalition meeting, I stopped long enough to gaze over my shoulder. I could swear she was watching everything I did.
Yes, she would need to be indoctrinated into our way of life, learning obedience without question. If my instinct was right about her, she would need to be mastered.
And broken.
For the fourth time that day, my cock swelled.
* * *
Sasha
I had a sense of drowning, suffocating on bile and blood. When I managed to swim up from the horrible dream, I took gasping breaths. I remained chilled, but as my hand lightly fluttered to something much softer than before, a small ping of heat helped ease the ravaging fear enough to catch my breath.
And as I’d done before. I remembered everything in gory detail.
Including the strange conversation I’d had with my assistant. If this is what she’d been hoping for, she would experience serious disappointment.
Unless the system was rigged.
Swallowing, I couldn’t go down that path. It didn’t matter any longer. I was here. I was a prisoner.
Anger swelled from the dark caverns of my soul as I studied the room. I was furious with everyone I’d ever known in my life, which was irrationally unproductive, even ridiculous. I was overwrought, which would explain the strange emotions, but from not the images that I was able to clearly see. This wasn’t the place from before. The room was much larger, additional pieces of furniture placed in various locations and the light much softer.
While there was nothing that gave any life to the environment, everything in the room devoid of emotion or vibrant color, it wasn’t the hellhole I’d been placed in before. Swallowing, I realized my throat was scratchy, my lips cracked from being dehydrated. There was a horrible taste in my mouth, as if I’d consumed metal.
He’d brought me here. Krakar. He’d carried me in his massive arms, placing me in this oversized bed with more care than I thought he was capable of. I was surprised at the strange sensations weaving through my system. He’d been sweet, caring. I bit my lower lip, shocked that by just thinking about him I tingled all over. That wasn’t normal.
Then he’d forced me to drink. I turned my head, studying the bottle left on the small table by the bed. While the thought of drinking it turned my stomach, I was intelligent enough to know that in order to gain my strength, I’d need liquids. As I peeled back the covers, easing my legs to the floor, I was surprised how much better I felt. How long had I been here? In this room?
I was able to remember the brute had checked on me several times. After grabbing the bottle, I held my nose before consuming the entire remaining contents. As I tried to swallow, several trickles pushed out from the corners of my mouth. For some crazy reason, that made me emotional, my mind spinning as I tried desperately to shove the tears aside.
Yet I was still buzzing with adrenaline and anguish, the ache in my heart worse than anything the monsters could do to me. It wasn’t logical but I felt betrayed somehow, as if my own people had let me down. Not quickly or painlessly but with a hard slam, tossed out like an unwanted creature. Jesus. What was wrong with me?
I wasn’t going to do this. I was a much stronger woman. After a few seconds, I willed myself to get to my feet, swaying only for a few seconds. While my head ached, the hard pounding had stopped, my stomach no longer like molten lead. Mindless thoughts pounded through me, keeping me on edge. As I turned around in a full circle, I was surprised to see a window peering out into the stars. Not just any stars. They were from somewhere outside of Earth.
That’s the moment the last vestige of fog lifted from my scattered mind, a need to fight for survival taking over, which was an entirely new, maddeningly stupid thought.
I willed my stilted legs to move, going through the room to find anything I could use as a weapon. The few drawers had clothes, but nothing of value I could use. There was a bathroom, although it was difficult to recognize some of the features. When I started jerking open the drawers, the only thing I could find to inflict any kind of damage was a brush of some kind.
A laugh pushed to the surface, shoving aside my tears. What was I thinking anyway? I was trapped on a battleship heading to another planet. I folded my arms across my chest as I returned to the main room.
Then I heard a noise and froze.
Krakar appeared just like he’d done before, standing only a few feet away from me. He seemed pleased that I was awake, his nostrils flaring as he walked closer.
“Better.”
He didn’t ask a question. He merely grunted the two syllables, maybe his way of identifying my condition.
I wasn’t in the mood to play games with him, taking a step away. While confronting him wasn’t in my best interest, I was finished with not being told anything. “I know you can talk. Everyone in the coalition understands some level of English. Right? What was I injected with?” I studied his face more closely, finding his chiseled features even more handsome that I’d originally thought.
“A necessary serum.”
Three words in a row. I was almost impressed. “I almost died. Right?”
When he took a deep breath, he looked away, which gave me my answer. And he wasn’t happy with whoever had handled the injection. “Answer. Are you better?”
There was a hint of concern in his voice, or at least it seemed. “Yes. I think so.”
He nodded then took the same strides closer that I’d used to create distance. “You need to come with me.”
“No. Not this time. Not until I get some real answers. I don’t who you are and what you plan on doing with me.” I don’t know why a small portion of me had believed he was different than I’d thought him to be. He was nothing but a savage beast incapable of caring for anyone.
“You will obey.” The darkness shadowing his voice confirmed my thoughts. To him, I was nothing but a thing, a possession.
“No, I won’t.” I took several steps away, but he grabbed my arm, dragging me back to within a few inches of him. His scent was different than before, yet the explosion of testosterone was a clear indication of what he had intended for me.
“Then you will be punished.” He said the words in such a way every thought was suddenly erased from my mind, my vision foggy as the world seemed to spin around me.
Using a single claw from his other hand, he raked it down the front of the sheath, ripping the thin fabric. Then he repeated the move twice more until the material was tattered to shreds. He yanked it aside, taking another deep breath as he continued to hold me. Then he shifted his hand to my throat, pushing me toward the wall until I was crushed up against it. I was cognizant of his sharp claws, but noticed he had the ability to retract them.
As he held me, the pressure increased but never to the point I couldn’t breathe. Still, it was clear to see I’d irritated him by the way his nostrils flared, his chest heaving.
“Let me go,” I insisted.
I was naked in front of a horrible brute, a creature with blue skin, for God’s sake. He kept his hand wrapped around my throat, cocking his head as his gaze traveled all the way down to my bare feet. I did what I could to fight him, clawing his one arm while punching him with the other. Now he seemed amused, his upper lip curling.
“Not the quiet one as expected,” he growled.
What did that mean? He was expecting a demure submissive woman? Not when an alien had me in their clutches.
“Good,” he added, lowering his head and sniffing me.
I closed my eyes, my heart rate skyrocketing. Please, let me go. Please.
While I dared not say the words out loud, I continued to say them over and over again in my mind. He took a deep breath, and I could swear he smirked, remembering what he’d done to me before. He’d awakened my pleasure as a test, learning how I would respond to stimulus. My God. I was nothing but a specimen.
“Punishment.”
The monster of few words turned me around to face the wall, grunting like the animal he was. While he held me by the back of my neck, I seemed immobilized by another force. I wasn’t certain what he was going to do, but the moment I felt a sharp slap across my naked bottom, I fought like a wild woman to get out of his hold. He brought his big paw down several additional times, the stern cracks driving discomfort into my legs.
The bastard was giving me a spanking. I was thrown by the simple yet Neanderthal action. I’d heard of this form of discipline, had even read about it in the history journals of Earth from a long forgotten past, but experiencing it was terrible.
