1 Victoria
Everything in the Hawkins house including the window panes, shakes and vibrates. A picture frame falls from the wall and smashes on the floor, splintering glass into the air like a crystal firework. The ornaments fall from the mantel above the fireplace and smash into an unfixable pile.
I’m knocked off the couch onto my backside. “Ouch! What the fu-…?” My heart hammers wildly and I look around for a place to hide. But the tremor is over in seconds, even before it’s really begun.
What the hell was that? An earthquake?
Scrambling to my feet I race over to the back window and cup my hands around my face, resting them on the cool glass to peer out into the darkness, holding my breath so as to not steam up it up. The horses are jumpy and I’m worried about Bella. She isn’t due to birth her foal for another week but the Hawkins are out of town and they asked me to stay over tonight to keep an eye on her. They’ve been unwilling to separate Bella from the other horses and she’s still with the group so I need to hurry and go check on her.
Grabbing my jacket and hat I fly out of the door and run towards the paddock. It’s dark but I can just see the silhouettes of the horses running around agitated. Why couldn’t this damn earthquake have happened in another forty-five minutes, after I’d bedded them down for the night? Now I’m going to have a job and a half catching and settling them into the stables.
I head over to Bella first. “Whoa Girl! Settle down!” She flares her nostrils and snorts her displeasure and clouds of steam billow from them, casting an eerie fog around her head. Her eyes are wild as she trots in circles around me. “What spooked you girl? Was it that silly ground shaking, huh?”
Grasping hold of her mane I begin to pat and stroke her. I place my hand on her chest and feel her strong heart racing so I begin to run my hand backward and forward over her neck murmuring soothing words. She snorts a few times more but slowly begins to calm. Breathing a sigh of relief I carefully check her over. No injuries - thank goodness. While I’ve been consoling Bella, the other horses have gone from cantering around the paddock to trotting.
Whistling and clicking my mouth I hold a hand out and call them by their names. “Trixy! Griff! Henna! Chuck!” It takes about ten minutes of cajoling, but one by one they start to walk over to me. “That’s it! Come on, guys!”
My heart rate begins to calm only when they are all stationary and surrounding me. I would be in a world of shit if anything happened to the horses. Three of them are being entered into national races next week and I am lucky enough to be jockeying Griff the fastest, with a bonus of keeping half the winnings if we win the race, and boy do I need the money. The winnings will be used for the second instalment on a counselling and animal therapy course I’m a year into and another payment is due before fall.
I’m just about to round the horses up and lead them to the stables when I feel a vibration once again below my feet. “Oh no, not now!” Once again they spook. But this time I do too. Three bright lights suddenly appear a couple of miles away in the sky and quickly accelerate in our direction. I gasp! In what seems like seconds, the lights appear high above us. They are stationary and I tilt my head back to try and make them out. Are they on a futuristic military helicopter? They are all a vivid red colour which pulsate in the diminishing daylight. My mouth drops open as the horses and I are encased in a blinding ball of white light which renders us immobile - frozen.
I can’t move a muscle and I can only just breathe. I fear for Bella and her unborn foal. This is a huge amount of stress for her to endure within such a short period of time. What the hell is that light? What the hell is happening?
My stomach suddenly feels like it’s shot up into my throat and I’m aware that the Hawkins house is no longer five-hundred feet away; it’s now a few thousand feet below me to the left. Is this a dream? Did I bang my head like in the Wizard of Oz? Will I wake up if I click my heels together? But even if it’s a dream I still have an urge to check on Bella so I try to drag my eyes to the side. But I can’t. They are glued to the spot, facing forward. My heart feels like it's palpitating and my vision begins to darken. If you’re not dreaming don’t you dare pass out Victoria! But there’s nothing I can do to stop my body from protecting itself and I black out.
When I come to, the worst odour I’ve ever smelt in my life invades my nostrils, and for a split second, I think I’m being roused by smelling salts. It must have been a dream. But when I force my eyelids half-open, all I see is the dirty floor I’ve been lying face down on, not Mrs. Hawkins worried face, or even an ambulance crew – just a dirty stinking floor. My whole body tingles cold with sickening dread. I don’t recognise this floor. It’s not the stables. My first thoughts are of the horses’ safety and I begin a silent conversation with the big man in the sky. Please let them be okay.
Then in answer to my prayer, a small whinny reaches my ears and I force my eyelids to open all the way. But it’s a difficult task, they are gritty and feel like they’ve been glued to my eyeballs. It takes a while for my blurry vision to clear, and when it does I’m relieved to see Bella and Griff standing subdued side by side.
I will my arms and legs to move. They are as heavy as lead, and with every minuscule movement, it takes a ton of strength to slowly push myself inch by inch up into a sitting position. My brain feels like it’s been fried, just like the time I’d touched the electrified fencing on my daddy’s ranch when I was a kid.
Turning my head to check if the other horses are with us is torturous, and my vision begins to cloud again. I stop and suck in huge rancid breaths of air as I try and get more oxygen to my brain but I gag trying. I fight through my discomfort and crane my head around. My tense shoulders drop in relief. Trixy, Henna and Chuck are all there behind me in the same subdued states as Bella and Griff.
Have we all been sedated? Did someone steal the horses and have to take me along too because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time? I search through my vague memories until an image jolts me completely upright.
I was high up in the air encased in a beam of light!
That’s when I look around properly for the first time and take stock of my surroundings. I am in a holding cell that has white lasers for bars. Laser beams!
It is all too surreal. I’d recently watched an old movie with Mrs. Hawkins based on true events of an alien abduction titled Fire in the Sky. I was sceptical but Mrs. Hawkins was adamant aliens were real. She related a story to me about being woken by bright lights shining into her bedroom as a child, and then all of her daddies’ horses vanishing into thin air in the night. She truly believed they had been taken by aliens. Come to think of it, the guy in the movie had been encased in the same beam of light which had rendered me immobile, and he’d then been elevated up into the sky too.
I blink a few times in shock. Is that what happened to me and the horses?
Bella neighs behind me and I’m momentarily distracted from my odious thoughts. I push through the pain to get to my feet and slowly make the short agonising walk over to her.
“It’s okay girl. I won’t let anything happen to you or your foal.” A screeching, shrieking sound so heinous it makes me pee a little, jolts my stiff body into full alert mode. The horses jostle about stiffly, it’s all they can manage in their terror. “What the hell is that?”
It’s a chain reaction and more monstrous noises resonate off the wall outside our cell and in through the laser beams, vibrating into my chest. My whole body is covered in goosebumps as I contemplate the noises. They are like nothing I’ve ever heard before. But mixed in with the screeches is another noise that has a familiarity to it. I strain my hearing to try and make it out. Is it a human voice speaking a different language? It’s getting closer and I don’t know whether to feel relieved or be on alert. There is more than one voice and one of them is clearly in authority.
I step protectively in front of Bella. I’m scared but no fucker is laying a hand on these horses without going through me first – especially Bella. I puff my chest out and rise up to my full five-foot-six height. I might look like the average twenty-five year old but where animal welfare comes into play, I’m a badass mother-fucker and I’ll take on anyone.
I’ve always had to be, I was born to an elderly couple who had been trying to have kids for years. Then when my mother was just nearing the end of her menopause – WHAM - she’s up the duff with me. As you can imagine, I got ragged by every kid on the playground when Mom or Dad dropped me off at school. ‘Is your grandma going to pick you up as well? Or will they lock her back up in the old folks’ home?’
Boom! They never saw the first punch coming.
Trouble was their statement turned out to be true. My parents are in an old folks’ nursing home now back in Colorado, paid for by the sale of our ranch and house. That’s why I worked three jobs to fund my tuition, taking night school to obtain my counselling diploma.
The Hawkins were friends of my parents and they had been good enough to put me up in a small cabin on their property and give me a job looking after their horses. It was a blessing but it meant I barely got to see my mother and father anymore. Come hell or high-water I was going to get these horses back to them and make my parents proud in the process.
The voices are meters from my cell now and they are definitely both male. I take a deep breath and brace myself, balling my hands into fists. But when they come into view my bravado instantly vanishes and my legs almost buckle underneath me. Luckily Griff is directly behind me and his chest stops me from falling flat on my back.
I have to blink a few times to make sure my eyes aren’t playing tricks on me. Mrs. Hawkins was right. Aliens did take her father’s horses and now they had abducted hers too. Only this time they had abducted a person with them too. Me!
The aliens are the ugliest sons-of-bitches I have ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on. I’m an animal lover but their screwed up rodent faces are even too repulsive for me. They aren’t very tall but what they lack in height they make up for in width. They stand stock still in shock when they see me and I know I don’t imagine it, I can feel their hatred for me pulsating out of their blood-red beady eyes.
One of them says something to the other in words so abrasive they hurt my ears. The other one fumbles in his pocket and withdraws a small black ball which he thrusts through the vertical cell beams and points at me. They scratch my eardrums again with meaningless words, and by their aggressive tone I know they’re not asking me if I take sugar with my coffee.
This is bad. I feel it in my core. Is that a weird alien weapon he’s pointing at me? It looks more like the hardball used in a game of squash but I have no option at this moment other than to show no aggression. I begin to lift my hands in surrender, but halfway up a beam of blue-white light shoots out of the ball and once again I’m locked in a fucking freeze frame. Great!
The one who gave the order to shoot me walks over to the wall and presses a button on a panel and the beams instantly disappear. He sidesteps the one still holding me in the light beam and walks right up to me, eyes glaring with hatred. He spits some more grating words at me and then raises his stumpy furry arm high up behind my neck.
Oh shit, I know what he’s going to do. I hear a whoosh as his hand slices through the air behind me and feel a whack on the back of my neck. Then blackness envelopes me.
Qaza
“They’re fucking late!” I kick at the ground in frustration and turn to face my brother crossing my arms like a petulant nip.
Quazor sits astride a murdip, his new creature, drinking meg and yawning. “Why do I need to be here anyway? You always end up choosing the creatures we want. I don’t ever get to have a say, even though I am the elder.”
“Quazor, you run everything around here. Even the slaves don’t get to expel excrement without your say-so. At least trust me with the choosing and purchasing of the stock. It’s something I’m good at.”
“Yeah, that and fucking the slaves.” He holds his free hand up in a surrender position. “I must admit you do have a fantastic eye for choosing what new creatures will do well in our races.”
“You see! I’m good at something that benefits us financially, something else other than fucking.” I grin lewdly, “Although I admit, as much as I love to win in the races, there’s nothing better than taking a feisty female for the first time.”
My brother roars with laughter. When he stops he meets my eyes with a hard stare. “We have it good now don’t we, Qaza? It’s a far cry from twelve yanas ago” I nod in agreement, but the mere hint of the trauma we received in our nipseak yanas has now put a dampener on my mood. I kick at the ground again and the murdip shuffles about timidly belching out noises of fear. “Calm the fuck down Qaza, I don’t want to have to put this murdip out of its misery if it kicks me off. I fucking hate losing credos! This beast cost me fifty-thousand.”
I crick my neck from left to right and roll my shoulders in a bid to loosen up. I don’t know what it is with me these last few wids, but nothing seems to be making me happy anymore, which is ridiculous because things for Quazor and I couldn’t be any better right now. We have it fucking good.
Quazor and I live like kings. Here on Planet Inexon, we now have our own racing course on a plot of land we own called Nista. It took us five long hard yanas of graft touring from planet to planet in the Perinqual Galaxy, entering our best creatures in as many illegal races as we possibly could so that we could save up the credos we won to buy it: so Nista is our sanctuary. We did it. We’re finally masters of our own destinies.
We have our daily fill of sustenance, meg and narcotics. And if we crave females’ company – we take it, whether they want to be with us or not. They have no say. We take whatever we want and nobody tries to stop us. Not even the Federation. We are a law unto ourselves in our corner here on Planet Inexon.
Beekus hovers behind the murdip. He’s a Krinkar and he’s worked for us for almost four yanas now. We pay him handsomely but he gets treated like excrement. So, technically he’s not a slave, he’s a free male. He can go whenever he wants to. He doesn’t have to stick around and take the abuse off us, but I guess the credos are too much of an attraction - they bind him to us.
However, all the females here are slaves. We’ve purchased every single one of them, and both Quazor and I make sure we get our credos worth out of them at least once or twice a doon – every doon. Do I have any remorse for how I treat them? No! I’ve had a lot worse inflicted on me, and my brother had much worse - the brunt of it protecting me. They ought to count their lucky stars it was us that bought them and not the sick fucks we ended up with all those yanas ago. I shake my head to get rid of those abhorrent thoughts again.
Quazor looks back to Beekus. “Go fetch me a female now! My cock is in need of sucking."
Beekus dips his head and walks over to the transporter I arrived at the rendezvous location in. We always keep at least one female with us at all times - our sexual needs are vast.
We choose different locations every time we meet up with the Taraquets, we can’t trust the slaves enough to meet them at our premises. Most of the slaves working for us probably have a grudge and an axe to grind with us. If they had a chance to make contact, they would tip off the Federation about our illegal purchases and their incarceration any chance they got, so we decided a long time ago that only my brother and I would ever know the meeting location.
Beekus opens the back of the transporter and motions to the female Quislet that she is needed. She climbs out reluctantly and is then dragged by one of her four arms over to Quazor sitting on top of the murdip. Her other three arms fall listless by her sides. Quazor gestures for her to climb up onto the murdip to him, but she climbs up grudgingly with little enthusiasm. When she is up, Quazor has his erect cock pulled out of his pants and standing to attention, ready for her to suck on. The sight of her giving him fellatio would normally harden my cock, Quazor and I often fuck women in the same room, a bonding experience we have shared for yanas, but this time I’m dead below the waist and the revelation surprises me. Maybe it’s something to do with my funky mood.
A whizzing noise draws my attention to the skies and I spot the Taraquets shuttle coming in fast to land in the clearing in front of us. Their lateness has put me in a foul mood so this latest consignment of goods better be good, if it’s not I’m paying bottom credos for it.
Qier, the leader emerges alone but is quickly flanked by a couple of his minions. I set my jaw and stride over to him, but his revolting odour reaches me before I reach him. My voice comes out in a bark. “I’ve been waiting for nearly a hinc!”
He sneers at me and I notice remnants of food stuck in between his yellow fangs. “We had to deal with a stowaway, a filthy Human female. I personally stopped dealing with them a long time ago. Too much trouble!” His eyes narrow. “I’ll tell you what, as a consolation for keeping you waiting how about I let you have her for rock bottom price?”
My nostrils flare at his impertinence. “If I like what you are about to show me, you should throw her in for free for your tardiness.”
He says nothing but raises his hand above his head and motions to the minions behind him to go and fetch the cargo.
Moments later they lead out five strange-looking creatures with elongated strong bodies, long thin snouts and thin legs that don’t look strong enough to hold up their weight. One of them is very clearly close to birthing. Six for the price of five, that’s probably the only deciding factor for me because by the look of those legs, I don’t know if they’d be able to walk for very long, let alone race. My mind searches for a use. I could always use them to race against the rival racers' wild cards. Bet against myself and maybe double our money. But is it worth the hassle?
Quazor calls out from behind. “Well?”
I turn around to face him but he’s still getting a cock sucking. “I’m not sure about these, they look weak.”
“Leave them! I’ve had enough of being out here, I’m hungry.”
Turning back to Qier I watch his hairy face closely and his red eyes contort with concealed emotions. Is he pissed that I’m not interested? Tough! He’s kept me waiting.
“You heard my brother he’s hungry, and like me, he’s already pissed for having to wait out here in this heat. Neither one of us wants to aggravate him when he’s in this temperamental mood now do we?” Qier shuffles unsure from foot to foot. I shake my head. “I think the answer’s no!”
I turn to walk away but a muffled scream draws my attention back to the shuttle. One of the minions is bringing out a small bound female. Her eyes go immediately to the strange creatures and one in particular, the one heavily expecting. There is genuine concern behind them for the creatures and I take a moment to study her. I don’t want Qier to know, but she has caught my interest. Her whole body is concealed by clothing and bindings, just her hands and face are on show so I have no idea what her female charms are like, but the way her orange hair shines in a halo around her face makes my taja twitch back to life, a blessing in itself and relief washes over me as I feel the blood begin to fill and thicken it.
“Wait!” I’ll throw in the female for just one million credos with the creatures. I think she knows how to care for them so she will be an asset for them.”
And me!
I stand feet astride with my hands on my hips and suck on my fangs before spitting on the ground at Qier’s feet, the globule just missing him. He looks down at my spit and then back up to me and the edge of his lip quivers.
“I’ll take the creatures for fifty-million with no haggling and I’ll take the female for one-thousand credos and not a credo more!” I spit again with pin-point accuracy and it lands onto my earlier discharge. I turn my head slightly so that my brother can hear what I say. “That’s a fair price, Quazor wouldn’t you say, being as we lost a hinc of our valuable time, waiting?”
Quazor lets out a huge roar of relief as he empties his balls into the Quislet’s mouth. He answers in a voice laced with pleasure which makes his words sound even more sinister. “A great price if he wants to keep his fucking ugly head on his shoulders.”
Qier’s red eyes widen a fraction in fear and he hides it well, but not well enough for my perfect vision. I shrug. “So what’s it going be, Qier? Your head or our price?” He lifts his wrist in front of me in silent defeat. I type the correct credo amount into my wrist clasp and hold it to his. Mine buzzes red and his pings green. This time he doesn’t even check to make sure I’ve paid him the right amount like he always does. I wink at him and grin. “A pleasure as always. Make sure you’re not late next time!”
He sneers and turns on his heels. Heading back to the shuttle Qier barks orders at his minions and after releasing the creatures and throwing the female to the ground they follow him silently. I don’t move until they are in their shuttle and lifting into the air, then I readjust my swollen taja into a more comfortable position in my pants and stride over to the female.
Her eyes widen in alarm when I stand over her, feet on either side of her hips. Looking down I rake my eyes over every inch of her body. It’s impossible to know what she’ll look like undressed but her hair and face certainly appeal to me. She has a small slightly upturned nose with a scattering of tiny brown specks over the bridge of it and the same specks also splatter the top sections of her ruddy cheeks. The dirty gag conceals the view of her mouth but her eyes are intelligent and intense, a vibrant green that scrutinise me as much as I do her. The Taraquets have also bound her hands and feet together. They’ve done a pretty good job so at least it will save me the job of doing it.
I pick her up with ease and sling her over my shoulder. She squeals and mumbles through her gag and even tries to kick out, wiggling on my shoulder like one of the fat little burrowing sloogs we sometimes find in the fruiiti we pick from trees to feed some of the creatures with.
I slap her butt hard, enjoying the control and dominance it gives me over the female, a warped pleasure that’s intensified over the last five yanas. “Stop squirming female! You and these creatures now belong to my brother and me. From now on you will do everything you are told to do. Even spreading your legs if you’re ordered to!”
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