Mercenary Abduction (Alien Abduction) (4 page)

care about her credentials? She was female. Females tended children. Wasn’t it like a natural instinct, like knowing how to please a male?

Finding a human with such a high price tag? If he could both kidnap her and take the diamond, why

he’d end up infamous. Makl, the mighty thief. Hmmm, that made him sound paltry. Perhaps Makl the

invincible.

Or Makl the arrogant. Stop dithering around and get moving already. The auction is over.

Credits now changed banks. Goods were being transferred. Time to spring into action and pray Karma

was watching.

Forget that petty goddess. You’ve got me.
The new voice in his head should have worried Makl.

Okay, it did a little, but maybe his newfound madness would finally allow him to achieve the greatness he always wanted.

Or a permanent hole in his chest.

Olivia listened with half an ear as her worried benefactor whispered last minute instructions via

her embedded communicator.

“Don’t look him in the eye. Any of them. They take it as a sign of aggression and will turn you into

stone, which is painful to get reversed. Watch the left tentacles, they have a numbing agent in the tips.”

“What’s in the ones on the right?”

“Lips.”

Olivia shuddered. “So it eats with its finger things?”

“No, those are just for licking and sipping. Its actual mouth is in its chest. Ringed in razor sharp

teeth. You shouldn’t go near it.”

“Stay away from teeth. Check. Anything else I should know?”

“Nope, that about sums it up. You did good. Just remember what I told you and all will be fine.”

Olivia wished she shared that optimism, and yet, a nagging sense wouldn’t let her relax. She’d

learned to trust her gut over the years. It never steered her wrong and it told her, screamed at her as a matter of fact, to watch out. Maybe she imagined it, but she could almost touch the sensation of something big in the air. Change was coming. She knew it with a certainty she’d only felt a few times before in her life. Hopefully, the change wouldn’t prove detrimental to her health.

Veiled and ready for seduction, Olivia kept pace with the guards sent by her new owner. A ring of

creatures wearing bulletproof armor and towering over her by a good foot or more, she couldn’t see a

thing around her, but people sure could hear them coming.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.

The monotony of the steps lulled her so when they suddenly stopped, she stumbled into the back of

a guard.

“Oops. Sorry there, big guy.” She smiled apologetically, not that he budged. Tough crowd.

Someone spoke in a hushed whisper and she heard the sound of a door sliding open, the mechanic

whoosh distinctive. The ring of guards around her parted, leaving her an opening. With small, measured steps, she stepped through and entered decadence. Her slippered feet sank into a plush carpet. Muted light eased the eyes. The strains of a popular galactic melody piped through the air along with the calming scent of hoha leaves – part muscle relaxer, part aphrodisiac. It was rare, thus expensive, and her new owner burned it. Wealth at its finest.

Her wealth, soon. Once the transaction was complete, this type of decadence would belong to her.

Awesome.

Head bowed, she headed to the desk in the room behind which sat her new owner. Ugly fellow.

Gray warty skin, wisps of yellow hair tufting from the oddest places, and a distracting amount of red-veined, bulbous eyes. He wore a loose robe from which projected at least six waving tentacles. She noted their length and kept well out of reach.

A pair of guards stood behind the guy who paid such a high price for her, appearing every bit as

grim and menacing as the ones who brought her.
But big doesn’t mean better.
The best fighter she knew lacked in size, but when it came to incapacitating larger foes, she’d never seen anything more awe-inspiring. What a shame she’d never managed to achieve that kind of skill. But Olivia excelled in other areas.

Coming to a standstill before the massive desk carved from wood, similar to what she recalled

from her years on earth, she waited for orders like a good little slave.

“Lift your veil.” The command was spoken in a dulcet tone, a neat translation feat accomplished

by the transmitter buried in her ear canal. It also provided auditory protection lest the alien being’s unusually high decibel level explode her eardrums. She’d seen it happen once. Not pretty.

Hands shaking slightly, she took her time folding back the lacy headdress draping her head,

revealing her face bit by bit, every inch the innocent maiden. It seemed those hours of practice paid off. A satisfied grunt left the tentacled male. He waved his appendages around. “Come closer that I might touch your skin and ensure it is not a mask.”

Touch before the deal was done? Her teacher warned her about that. She shook her head and

tsked. “Your scanners would have detected weapons or glamour upon my entry. We both know what you

see is what you get.” She tempered her rebuke with a smile.

What she assumed was a chuckle shook the bulbous body. “A little bit of spirit. I like it. The

goods seem to be as promised. Transfer the funds.”

Her new owner tilted the screen and let her watch as a large sum of credits moved from his

account into another. A message flashed up with the code word she’d memorized to let her know all was good.

The creature in front of her now owned her.
Until he sells me – or death do us part.

Some of her tension eased. Olivia smiled. “Master.”

“Take off your clothes.”

Abrupt fellow. She lifted her gaze and flicked a glance at the two guards. “But we are not alone,

my lord.”

“My guards go where I go.”

“My master is generous then.”

Her words took him by surprise. “Generous? Who told you such nonsense?”

“Why no one, my mighty lord. I just assumed it given you would share your first encounter with

me, a moment I’ve waited for in seclusion my whole life, a pleasure you paid so dearly for. Who else but a generous male like yourself would share this most unique of moments, even if only visually. Who else but the most charitable of masters would let others indulge in the glory we shall achieve together as you show me your supreme prowess?”

At least half of the alien’s eyes glazed over while the other half narrowed shrewdly. Had she said

too much? “You’re right. I did pay a fortune. How can I brag about your rarity if others are aware of it?

Guards. Leave us.”

The right one leaned down to whisper something, probably something along the lines of “Are you

nuts?” Bad move. The wealthy and powerful never liked it when their minions told them what to do, even if for their own good. This one proved no different. Males always suffered the same arrogance no matter their shape or place in the galaxy. Her new master’s mien darkened to an ominous green. “You think this mere unarmed slip of a girl can harm me? Do you take me for a weakling?”

No, but she did hope he owned enough testosterone to let her taunt make him do something foolish,

say, like send his guards away. She really didn’t want anyone to see what happened next. Her stomach

churned as it was. She didn’t need an audience.

Remember the lessons.
Easy to remind herself, but now faced with her hardest task ever, she

hoped she could pull it off. Failure wasn’t an option. Taking a deep breath, she waited to see what would happen next.

*

Makl wanted to applaud how well the human virgin dealt with the alien who bought her. Wanted

to congratulate her with the awesomeness of his person, but didn’t lest he give his position away. He’d wondered how he’d take out both guards, subdue the rich alien, and muffle the girl so that no one heard or suspected a thing until he’d vanished into thin air. Lucky him, the slave took care of the problem for him.

With the guards gone, he only really needed to worry about the big alien waiting to get it on with Makl’s human virgin.

My virgin.
Yeah, he’d already imagined her deflowering countless times once he got into position, blending into the room’s drapes through the use of his cloak, standing still lest he ruin the illusion. It wasn’t easy, especially since his fantasies involving the pale-skinned barbarian had her always thanking him in carnal ways. By the stars, the number of times he’d mentally debauched her, had her scream his name, sob it, rake his back…
Maybe I should aim for the universe’s greatest lover?
Damn his

subconscious for snickering.

I’m getting ahead of the game again. First, I need to save the girl.

As easy as frukxing a whore on the flowery planet of Druella – a world few ever left once they

inhaled its narcotic and sexual effect. In germination season, the very air dripped with pheromones. Great for ailing sexual appetites, if you didn’t mind what you frukxed. Makl, however, drew the line at things with bigger cocks than his. For now, though, he needed to forget Druella. The time to act approached.

The guards, not happy with their orders, stomped out. The door slid shut. The human female spun

and surely she did not mean to smile so brightly at the male who’d bought her and made her his sexual slave for life?

“My master is in for a treat,” she murmured with a secretive smile.

Sick girl. What did they do to her to make her accept her fate so meekly? By the gods he didn’t

believe in –
not even you Murphy,
no matter what the mercenary handbook stated – he wanted to cheer. If she took to her fate with this alien slug so calmly and willingly, wait until he gave her a more palatable option. Or was that edible? She did have the plumpest lips, perfect in shape and size for…

Later. He’d ponder their use later. Right now, he needed to concentrate. A rich alien such as this

one wouldn’t dismiss his guards without having backups in place, alarms he could activate possibly with just a thought. Makl needed to be ready to move lightning quick when his moment came. But no need to

hurry, not when there was so much he should still, ahem,
observe.

Off came the female’s remaining veil. Her dark hair lay coiled atop her head in fat ringlets, a few

escaping to frame her face. He’d enjoy letting the heavy mass down later and pulling it as he rode her from behind. The silky cloak went next, hitting the floor in a pool of fabric she stepped away from,

bringing her tall, willowy frame closer to her new owner, but not quite in reach of the tentacles. She wore an almost sheer gown, another neck to ankle affair, the metallic silver of it thin and camouflaging while at the same time perfectly outlining her humanoid shape. Spinning on her heel, the garment flowed around her, teasing and hugging two high breasts – one less than he usually ordered – revealing and hiding two thighs – which he preferred to three – and hiding whether or not her sex possessed teeth like he’d heard his cousin Jaro joke about.

Surely, even his cousin wasn’t crazy enough to bed a female whose sex could bite his manhood

off? Maybe he should have researched human physiology a bit more. But then again, if Jaro and Tren were brave enough to get between a pair of human thighs, so was he!

“Take the robe off,” rumbled the fat alien.

Order or not, she didn’t obey. She whirled instead, dipping into a dance that saw her wispy gown

swirling out and tucking against her, a mesmerizing routine that with each turn revealed flesh as she undid enclosures in strategic spots, a professional strip tease if he’d ever seen one.

A virgin with lessons in seduction, and not from just any teacher.
Makl recognized the pattern of the Khiuya dance, a rare, erotic art taught to only a choice few. No wonder she went for such a high price.

Not only was her kind not often seen in the galaxy, it seemed this pale human underwent the rare education to become a true courtesan. This mission was getting better and better.

Faster and faster, his virgin twirled. More ivory skin appeared as fabric whipped in swaying arcs

as her arms and body gyrated. The alien grunted, his tentacles flailing in excitement as she simulated a mating dance, one that affected the silent, watching Makl. Throbbing hard, he couldn’t look away, or stem his rising lust. He quietly adjusted his cock in his leather pants then readied himself.
Forget the female
and take care of the target.

Just as she spun, her back to the alien, the hint of her buttocks showing, Makl struck. Two quick

cuts, downward left, crossing over right, and the corpulent being slid into pieces on the floor.

Not one of his more noble assassinations, but given the door didn’t disintegrate in a barrage of

laser gunfire aimed his way? The right choice.

He didn’t hide before the slave twirled back. Her movements stumbled to a halt. She stared at the

floor in shock and stepped back from the oozing slime of her recently deceased owner. She swallowed

hard.

Makl must have made a noise because up snapped her head. Brown eyes of chocolate – a rare

delicacy he’d tasted more than a few times – stared at him in shock. Wiping his blade, he waited for the female to scream – a sound the guards probably expected. He got a gasp. He then waited for his hug, or tearful thank you. Instead, he got, “You fucking idiot. What the hell did you do?”

Blades sheathed, Makl raised a puzzled gaze to the beauty frowning at him. Hands on her hips,

legs astride, and her eyes flashing daggers, she didn’t look happy with the turn of events. Nor did she look so meek and innocent. Did she not understand he’d given her freedom? From this monster at least. Now, finders keepers, she belonged to him.

“I killed him.” He flashed a slow, seductive grin.

She didn’t seem impressed. “I see that. Why?”

“I was multitasking,” he answered when his formidable smile didn’t send her rushing to take back