Captured by the Dark Lord (18 page)

            He found himself
wanting to smile down at her.  Dezec kept his face impassive.

            “Why have you not
brought more of these women before,” he asked the alien in their tongue.

            The grey looked
her and the other, shorter and thicker black skinned girl over.  “We thought
you wanted women similar to your own.  The Earth is filled with women of
various colors and ethnicities.  These we found by accident.  They saw us just
as we were leaving and we thought it best to take them as well.”

            “You supposed
wrong.  I like this one.”  He looked at the other.  “And that one too.  I’ve
half a mind to send all the others back and ask you to bring more of these.  We
need strong women to propagate our species and give us strong children.”

            The grey’s
expression looked as worried as those blank slated faces could manage.  “It is
a mistake we will not make again, I assure you.”

            “Make sure that
it doesn’t.  I suppose I will take all of these.  They do have spirit.  These
two I will take straight to my lord.  Next time I want a variety, since you say
that their planet can supply such.”

            Dezec paid the
Lamian in credits, wincing at the price, but knowing it was necessary if they
were to keep the men happy and their race alive.  Most hadn’t liked the idea of
mixing with another species, especially one so small and fragile, but they
hadn’t had much choice in the long run.  It was this or face absolute
extinction.  Most of their females had been killed by the rebels scattered
throughout their planet.  They were lost to them before they’d discovered the
insidious virus that had slaughtered them as they carried their children.

            The women were
bound and herded out to the three transport vehicles where they were loaded
inside and kept watch over.  The two dark beauties, Dezec kept within his
sight.  He wouldn’t make the mistake of trusting them to not do something else
drastic and desperate.  He sensed, and probably rightly so, that these women would
be a handful.

***

            Adrienne and
Ebony sat with their hands bound in front of them with something very close to
the plastic ties the police on their world used.  She supposed handcuffs were
handcuffs, no matter where in the galaxy you might be.

            Adrienne watched
the big, brutish alien that kept his eyes locked on them through the glass
separating the front of the transport from the back.  Around her on benches sat
a third of the women who’d been taken.  The others she’d seen loaded onto two
other huge vehicles.  There were no windows save a thin slit in the front, and
they seemed to navigate with some kind of computer that she could just make out
the edges of around the black haired alien’s shoulders.  Interspersed in the
tank they traveled in stood soldiers equally as tall as the one she’d tried to
beat the brains out of.  They carried what had to be long silver guns, but the
grip was enmeshed with a jelly-like insert that reacted to their fingertips. 
It was probably sensitive to each individual man.

            And it was
suicide to even think about trying to get a gun away from one of them, even if
she could figure out how to use it.

            “I see you
looking at those guns, Adrienne.  You’re gonna get us killed if you try
anything else,” Ebony whispered to her sister.

            Adrienne looked
at her sister’s worried face.  She wanted more than anything to get them out of
this before they discovered the alien’s true intentions.  She didn’t like the
fact that all she’d seen was men, and all they’d taken were women.  It gave her
a bad feeling in her stomach.  “I’m not that stupid.  Besides, I’m getting the
feeling they’ve taken us for breeding purposes.”

            Ebony raised her
brows.  “Why do you say that?”

            “They just took
women.  Why else would they just kidnap women except to make us their sex
slaves?”

            “Hmmm.  I think
you’re on to something.  In that case,” Ebony dropped her voice lower, making
sure no one could hear her, “you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”

            Adrienne furrowed
her brow.  “You sayin’ we need to play along until we can find a way out of
here?”

            “Exactly.  Lull
them into thinking we’ve accepted our fate.  Wait until the idiots think we’re
in love or lust with them and get the hell out of dodge.”

            Adrienne
smirked.  “Yeah, I don’t care where you’re from, if it’s men, they’re gonna be
thinking with their dicks.”

            “You think
they’ve got them?”

            “I hope so.  I
don’t want some weird tentacle thing getting on me.  I assumed if they
kidnapped us, we’ve got to pretty much fit together.”

            Ebony looked
pleased.  “I can’t wait to find out!”

            Adrienne rolled
her eyes.  Ebony and her alien captive fantasies.  She’d read too many romance
books in her life.  “Just don’t get caught up in your fantasies and forget
we’re trying to go home, okay, you horn dog.  You’d think you hadn’t been
fucked in five years.”

            “Hell, it’s been
over a year.  I’m practically a virgin again.”

            Adrienne
snorted.  “You and me both.”  She got quiet when the leader got up from the front,
pushed a button, and stepped through the glass door that slid out of the way. 
He walked through the center of the tank, easily moving with the sway of the
vehicle like a pirate on a ship.

            He walked to the
back, and Adrienne admired the way his tight, black leather looking pants clung
to his thick thighs and nice round ass.  When he turned to patrol back up the
center to the front, she couldn’t help the drag of her eyes to his crotch and
flat stomach.  The uniform fitted to every muscle in his body.

            Adrienne felt her
lower stomach throb with an uncomfortable, familiar feeling when his gaze
landed on her.  She could practically feel him caress her body with his eyes.

           
Just stop
,
she said to herself, dropping her eyes to her lap to avoid eye contact.  He
stopped his progression right in front of her.  She sneaked her eyes up, caught
sight of his groin staring her in the face.  It looked semi-hard and huge. 
Just thinking about that mammoth thing pushing inside her made her pussy twinge.

           
Fuck you
,
she said to her pussy. 
Stop getting excited.  It’s just a damn dick.  Get in
line, missy.  We aren’t here to have fun, and you are not taking over my brain.

            Adrienne argued
with herself until the butterflies went away, and the object of her interest
moved back into the front.  She released a pent-up breath she hadn’t realized she’d
been holding.  Holy shit!  She was going to have a helluva time keeping her
head about her when her poor little twat hadn’t been touched in forty forevers.

            Slowly, she
looked back up to the front, through the glass and caught him staring at her. 
The man should’ve given her the creeps with his size, the breadth of his
shoulders and the thickness of his arms.  That and the fact that he was an
alien.  But the long, silver hair that framed his masculine face fascinated
her.  The thick black eyebrows that moved low over his startling blue eyes
captivated her.  He was a masculine beauty, and his nearly undivided attention
on her made her increasingly uncomfortable in a number of ways.  She didn’t
want to think about what his designs for her were.  Not when she should’ve been
thinking about ways to escape.  She had to get her mind back in the game for
her and her sister’s sake.

            She didn’t think
her sister would be able to do a damn thing.  The little harlot was clearly
thinking about her alien sex fantasies, if she didn’t know her better.  And she
did.  It was up to Adrienne if they were going to get back to earth.

            The vehicles
rolled to a stop.

            They’d arrived at
their destination.

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            “What the fuck
was that?” Tor Severian demanded groggily as the scream of metal reached the
cock pit and the ship shuddered.

            “What?” Kerel,
who was piloting the sleek sports rocket, asked irritably, juggling his drink
in one hand and the steering controls in the other.

            “He missed it by
a mile,” Hauk said.

            “Missed what?”
Bradan and Galan asked in a chorus, sitting up from their sprawl on the floor.

            At just that
moment, the computer burst loose with a loud squawk, “Warning!  Warning!  The
hull has been breached.”

            “Dammit, Kerel,”
Tor said angrily.  “I thought you told me you knew how to drive this model. 
Now you’ve screwed up my brand new sports rocket.”

            Hauk spoke up,
“He does.  I just bet him he couldn’t get through that meteor belt without
hitting anything.  And he said he could.  It’s his fault.”

            “I can fly this
thing blind,” Kerel boasted, using one finger to push the wheel around.

            “Yeah, but can
you fly it blind drunk?” Tor asked, standing, clutching his head with a loud
groan before collapsing back down on the bench.

            “You’re one to
talk.  If you hadn’t been so determined to drink everyone under the table and
passed out, I wouldn’t have to be driving this thing.”

            “Warning!  Oxygen
levels are dropping,” the computer interrupted cheerfully.

            Tor got up and
looked blearily at the gauges for several moments.  “Oh shit.”

            “Famous last
words,” Hauk said.

            “Shut the hell
up,” Tor slurred.  “We’re in trouble guys.  We’re going to have to set this
baby down and do some work on it.  Get up, Kerel, and let me see if I can find
some place to set her down.”  Tor pulled Kerel out of the seat.

            Kerel staggered
away, slinging brew off his hands.  “Hey!  You made me spill my brew!”

            “Warning!  Oxygen
levels have dropped to 80 percent.”

            “Shut up,” Tor
said to Kerel, looking owl-eyed at the sticky controls, now dripping brew. 
After a moment, he decided he wasn’t currently in a state to fly it.  “All
right, who’s the soberest?”

            A ten minute
argument ensued while they discussed who was the drunkest.  Tor was getting
irritated.  He’d lost his buzz.  “All right, Dammit.  Who just woke up?”

            Galan and Bradan
raised their arms weakly.

            Tor pointed at
Galan.  “Okay, ‘cause you passed out before I did, you had at least thirty
minutes to sleep it off.  Have a look at the map and find us some place to put
this down.”

            “Warning!  Oxygen
level has dropped to 70 percent.”

            “But this is
uncharted space.  Remember, we took the shortcut?” Galan said.

            “Shit!” Tor
said.  “Computer, would you shut up the warnings already.  We heard you.  Do
something useful.  Find us a place to set down.  Bradan, find something and
stuff it in that breach so the computer can think of something besides the
hole.”

            “Like what?”
Bradan asked, rubbing his eyes and then looking around the small cabin
blankly.  Empty brew cans rolled across the floor as the ship swayed.

            “I don’t know. 
Stuff a sock in it,” Tor said irritably.

            Bradan struggled
to his feet and went to the door, pulling on the lever, but the door didn’t
budge.  He grunted, pulling on it several times before giving up and looking
back at Tor.  “Door’s stuck.”

            Tor rolled his
eyes.  “Computer, open the door.”

            “I’m sorry, the
outer chamber has been compromised.  If I open the door, you will all implode,”
computer said cheerfully.  “I am not allowed to do anything that would harm
life.”

            “Great, just
great,” Tor grumbled, rubbing his hands over his face.