Warrior's Claim: A Sci Fi Alien Romance, page 1
WARRIOR’S CLAIM
COSMIC CAPTIVES
CASS CARLTON
Copyright © 2023 by Cass Carlton
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Afterword
1
SERENA
Serena’s wrists ached as she tugged against the shackles that bound her to the cold, unforgiving metal wall. She slumped down in resignation, her thoughts consumed by the events that led her to this nightmarish place. The dimly lit ship hummed monotonously, its stale air stealing her breath.
“God, can this get any worse?” she grumbled softly so as not to be heard, her voice edged with sarcasm.
She wasn’t alone in her captivity. Far from it. The sounds of other female captives shuffled and whispered in adjacent cells, their voices carrying through the hollow walls. Serena was one of many humans abducted from Earth, destined for a life of slavery and concubinary in some godforsaken corner of the galaxy.
Serena—and the other girls, as she’d learned through whispered stories—had all been living ordinary lives on Earth, unaware of the intergalactic slave trade operated by the Kryllians, a ruthless and technologically advanced alien race. They targeted humans and other species from various planets, abducting them to be sold as slaves and concubines throughout the galaxy.
The Kryllians infiltrated Earth’s society through underground networks, collaborating with human criminals to kidnap unsuspecting victims. Serena and each of the other girls were abducted during a seemingly ordinary day, as they went about their daily routines.
Once captured, the girls were placed in pods aboard Kryllian slave ships, their memories partially and temporarily wiped to disorient them and make them more compliant, translators surgically implanted at the nape of their necks. These slaves and concubines would be able to communicated with all known languages in the universe. They’d be able to satisfy all of the perverted commands of any master.
As the slaver ships traveled through the galaxy, the girls were sold at secretive interstellar slave markets, where beings from different worlds gathered to bid on slaves for various purposes, including manual labor, entertainment, and even as exotic pets.
Serena, a talented and driven young diplomat, was working as an attaché at the embassy in Washington, D.C. On the day of her abduction, she was attending a high-profile domestic conference focused on international relations and diplomacy. With her diplomatic credentials in hand and dressed in sharp, professional attire, she made her way to the conference center, eager to make her mark and contribute to her nation’s global presence.
As she walked along the busy streets of the capital, Serena felt a sudden chill in the air, despite it being a warm and sunny day. She paused for a moment to check her phone for any last-minute updates before entering the conference venue. It was at this moment that her life changed forever.
A nondescript van with tinted windows pulled up alongside her on the curb. Before she could react, the van’s doors slid open, and several masked figures emerged. They quickly grabbed Serena, muffling her cries for help with a cloth soaked in an unknown chemical agent that rendered her unconscious within seconds.
As bystanders watched in shock, the assailants swiftly dragged Serena into the van and sped off, leaving no trace behind. Unbeknownst to Serena, these kidnappers were agents of the Kryllians, part of their clandestine network on Earth. Her diplomatic status and natural leadership qualities had made her a prime target for the intergalactic slave trade. She never figured out the logic behind that. Of course, they hadn’t counted on the hand-to-hand combat and the one-on-one fighting she’d been put through, courtesy of the FBI and the CIA and a few other alphabet soup agencies that she was sworn not to reveal.
Once aboard the Kryllian slave ship, Serena was placed in a stasis pod along with other abductees, her memories partially wiped to disorient her and make her more compliant. They did this to all the women. From that point on, her life would be irrevocably altered, as she and the other captives faced the harsh reality of being sold as slaves in a distant corner of the galaxy.
The door to her cell slammed open, sending a shiver down Serena’s spine.
Captain Vrak, one of the alien slavers responsible for her predicament, stood in the doorway. His indigo skin was almost dark as sin, his eyes gleaming like red hot coals. Vrak’s twisted face was a grotesque mask of cruelty, jagged razor-sharp teeth bared in a vicious snarl. His muscular arms were tipped with glowing, razor-sharp claws, and his presence filled the cramped quarters with dread and terror.
“Ah, my precious little human,” Vrak growled, his voice brimming with malice. He approached Serena, his movements quick and agile like a predator sizing up its prey.
“Get away from me, you freak,” Serena spat, her fear masked by defiance.
Ignoring her protests, Vrak unzipped his pants and revealed two penises. They were almost identical in every way except length. Both stood upright from the coarse hair around his groin and both twitched with anticipation. One was ten inches in length, the other, like a man’s forearm.
Good god. Serena’s eyes widened in horror, her satirical wit momentarily failing her.
“Consider yourself fortunate, human,” he snarled. “You’ll be my mate for this journey, and I assure you, you’ll fetch a pretty penny when I sell you. You’ll enjoy what I have to give you.”
Serena’s heart raced as Vrak grabbed a penis in each hand and began to stroke the engorged members to an even scarier hardness. Liquid drops pooled at the tips of the mushroom heads, and she felt bile rising in her throat. She tried to back away but was pinned against the wall by his intense gaze.
“You will do as I say, human,” he said coldly. “Or I’ll break your neck here and now.”
Serena could feel her body shaking, both from fear and revulsion. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out—she was too terrified to think straight.
“Turn around and present yourself for the taking. It will hurt less this time if I don’t shove the big one in your anus. That, however will change in time.” Drool dropped from his chin, presumably at the thought of sticking that monster cock in her ass.
“Fuck off, you bug-faced, horse-dicked motherfucker.”
Vrak stepped closer, his hands still stroking his grotesque appendages. His eyes were wild with lust and madness as he moved towards her. “You’ll get this horse-dick in the ass, right now,” he threatened. “I’ll split that ass wide open and have my cock coming out of your mouth, that’s how deep I’ll shove it into you, miserable earthling cunt. You need to be taught your place.”
Bile rose in Serena’s throat, threatening to spew.
“Over my dead body,” she retorted, her voice laced with contempt.
“That could be arranged too. Muscles slacken in death, making you a whole lot able to take my girth.” He stroked his horse-dick faster and faster.
She gagged.
With a cackle worthy of a wicked witch, the freakish two-dicked bastard reached for her. Vrak’s claws shredded Serena’s sleeve as he moved to undress her. She struggled in her chains, desperate to escape his vile touch—
Suddenly, the ship jolted violently, throwing Vrak against the wall with a sickening crunch. His lifeless body slumped to the floor, blood oozing from his head wound.
Didn’t think I’d be glad to be in chains, but it looks like it saved my ass this time around.
“Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, two-dicked asshole,” Serena muttered, staring at the dead alien captain, his cocks were quickly losing their length and girth in death.
“He’s right. Death does change things, doesn’t it.” She kicked at his genitals, not like he’d feel it. The bigger dick bounced against his belly, then landed with a flop on the floor.
Her heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins. For now, she was safe from Vrak’s depraved intentions, but her ordeal was far from over. Serena knew she had to act quickly, seizing this opportunity to free herself and the other captives before more alien monster freaks came for them.
“Time to get these damn chains off,” she whispered, determination replacing fear.
Serena’s heart leapt into her throat as she snatched the keys from Vrak’s body. She quickly unlocked her shackles and they fell to the floor with a clatter. She felt relieved, yet overwhelmed by this sudden turn of events.
The ship shuddered violently as if it were about to crash, and Serena was thrown off balance. When she regained her footing, she knew t
What the fuck?
Serena felt weightless as the vessel suddenly began to descend. Nope. Not descend.
The goddamned vessel was falling!
“Shit,” she muttered, bracing herself against the cold metal wall. The other captives screamed in terror, their voices echoing through the ship. The impact sent Serena crashing against the unforgiving walls of her cell before everything went black.
When Serena came to, she realized that the ship had crash-landed. She scrambled to her feet, ignoring the throbbing pain in her head, and released the other captive women: Isla, Amelia, Luna, Lily, Scarlett, Ivy, Wren, Grace, and Celeste. Serena noticed they all shared the same scar on their necks—evidence of the translator implants forced upon them.
“Come on, we’ve got to get out of this hellhole,” Serena urged them, leading the way to the ship’s exit. They emerged into the harsh light of an alien sun, squinting at the vast desert that stretched out in all directions. The heat was oppressive, the sand mercilessly hot beneath their bare feet.
“Great, we’ve gone from one nightmare to another,” Serena said, her sarcasm not entirely masking her fear. “We need to find shelter, water, anything.”
“Look!” shouted Ivy, pointing towards the wreckage. A lone alien slaver crew member—he could have been the two-dicked bastard’s twin—staggered from the debris, his eyes filled with rage and intent on recapturing the women. Maybe even killing them.
Serena glanced at Scarlett; she’d learned she was a soldier during the journey. The glint in Scarlett’s eye told her exactly what she needed to know. She and Scarlett weren’t about to let that happen. They charged at him together, wielding makeshift weapons from the wreckage. When he lunged for Ivy, they struck without hesitation or mercy, killing him before he could do any more harm.
The others looked on in shock and awe as Serena and Scarlett did the dirty deed.
“Nice teamwork,” Scarlett murmured, nodding at Serena. They shared a brief moment of understanding, knowing they needed each other to survive this desolate place.
“Alright, let’s see what we can find,” Serena said, her tone all business.
The group began scavenging the ship for anything useful—food, water, clothing, tools. But the desert seemed determined to swallow them whole and the Kryllian ship proved worthless in terms of long-term supplies.
“I’ll go search for resources,” Serena volunteered, steeling herself for the challenge ahead. The others nodded their gratitude, and she set off into the unforgiving wasteland.
Serena trudged through the desert, keeping careful watch for anything that might help them survive. Distant rumbles and flashes of light caught her eye but she wasn’t sure what they were. She decided to keep moving, hoping she might find help on the horizon.
The air was thick with heat and dust, making her feel as if she were slowly suffocating. She struggled to breathe as she moved on, using her hands to brush aside the drifting sand—
What the hell?
Before her stood a fierce alien warrior, over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. His grey-silver skin shimmered. It shifted from grey to silver to green; now metallic and reflective like a mirror, now thinning into fish scale patterns. His armor-like hide appeared and disappeared at will, giving him a fluid, unpredictable quality. Despite his intimidating appearance, intelligence glinted in his eyes, hinting at cunning rather than brute force. His armor expanded and contracted on his body like a living breathing entity.
“Who are you?” Serena demanded, her voice wavering only slightly. He wasn’t as frightening as the Kryllian slaver had been but he was still intimidating—and foreign, ‘cause, you know, grey-silver shimmering skin was definitely foreign to an earth girl.
The alien regarded her with curiosity, his deep, resonant voice sending shivers down her spine.
“Your bravery is admirable, little human,” he said, clearly amused. “But you should be more cautious in this harsh world.”
“Thanks for the advice,” Serena shot back, her sarcastic wit returning in full force. “But I didn’t ask for your opinion. I asked who you are.”
“Very well,” he replied, his amusement undiminished. “You may call me Zaxon. Zaxon, warrior of the Tharvani, a proud and resilient people who have adapted to survive in the harsh conditions of their desert home. We Tharvani have a rich history and culture, which has been passed down through generations in the form of oral traditions, rituals, and intricate tribal tattoos. We are warriors.” He was the leader of this squad, though not the chief of their tribe.
“Did you come to finish what that slaver started?” she asked, her body tensed and ready for combat.
He stared at her.
“Fine, Zaxon,” Serena said, eyeing him warily. “Just stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours.”
“Zaxon’s eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down. “You will be mine.”
“Excuse me?” Serena retorted, her own eyes blazing with indignation. She was beyond tired of being treated like someone’s property. “I belong to no one, especially not some overgrown lizard with delusions of grandeur.”
“Bold words for someone in your position, tiny earthling,” Zaxon replied, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. “But you have no idea what awaits you in this world.”
“Really? Because it seems pretty clear that I’ve already been kidnapped, nearly sold as a slave, almost fucking raped, wrecked and stranded on this godforsaken planet,” she snapped back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “So, you’ll excuse me if I don’t take your word for it.”
Offense is the best defense, right?
With a swift movement, Serena lunged at Zaxon, her fists clenched and ready. But the alien warrior easily sidestepped her attack, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Your spirit is commendable, human,” he said, chuckling as he watched her struggle. “But it won’t save you from the dangers of this place.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to rely on my wits and tenacity,” she shot back, her heart racing as adrenaline coursed through her veins. She refused to back down, no matter how terrifying this Zaxon alien male might be.
As they continued their standoff, the sound of footsteps approached, and Serena realized that the other women had come to find her. They emerged from behind a sand dune, their faces etched with concern and determination.
“Serena, are you okay?” called out Isla, her eyes wide with worry.
“Stay back!” Serena shouted, not wanting them to get hurt by being involved in her battle with this lizard-skinned warrior.
It seemed that fate had other plans.
From the shadows behind the boulders, a tribe of alien men appeared, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and wariness. They were clearly part of Zaxon’s tribe, and they regarded Serena and the other women with guarded interest.
“Friends of yours?” Serena asked Zaxon through gritted teeth, still poised for a fight.
“Indeed,” he replied, his voice low and steady. “And they are just as eager to claim females as I am.”
“Over my dead body,” Serena spat, her defiance unwavering. The last time she said that, a Kryllian slaver ended up dead. Could she be that lucky twice in a row?
2
ZAXON
The unforgiving desert’s dual suns beat down upon Zaxon’s grey-silver skin as he led his warrior tribe through the treacherous dunes. The air was thick with heat, and their movements sent swirling clouds of sand into the relentless winds. Despite the harsh conditions, Zaxon couldn’t help but admire his planet’s otherworldly beauty. From the massive cacti that glowed like beacons in the night to the shimmering mirages that enticed weary travelers, this place held a certain allure.
