Escape from Amazdom : A Sci-fi Alien Monster Romance (Knotting Monsters Book 1), page 1
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
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
Epilogue
AUTHOR’S NOTE
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Escape from Amazdom
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A SCI-FI ALIEN MONSTER ROMANCE
(KNOTTING MONSTERS BOOK 1)
TANIA SHARP
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This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The right of Tania Sharp to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patent Act 1988.
Escape from Amazdom is a work of fiction intended for adult readers only. This book contains descriptions of many sexual practices, but this is a work of fiction and, as such, should not be used in any way as a guide. The author will not be responsible for any loss, harm or injury or death resulting from the use of the information contained within. In other words, be safe people!
Chapter 1
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Stella
The year 2099, early morning, Planet Amazdom
My stomach growls loudly, a constant reminder of the gnawing hunger that haunts me in this dreaded prison, Castle Zebos, on Planet Amazdom.
Beads of sweat trickle down my forehead as I scrub the dried blood from the grimy floors of these wretched cells, once occupied by fellow female humans before being whisked away to their doom.
Several Zebos alien guards watch me intensely. Their cold eyes are filled with disdain, reveling in my suffering. I can tell by their muttering and laughing that they enjoy seeing me shuffling about on the floor on all fours wearing a skintight navy and silver bodysuit, the standard uniform for all female prisoners.
In a way, they look human-like with normal-shaped noses, mouths, and ears. One or two are even handsome. Their jacked light blue bodies are stunning; pure ripped muscle covers their fine physiques. And, just in case you were wondering, their tightly fitted black pants leave little to the imagination. All Zebos are well endowed, not that I'd let any of them near me. They might seem attractive on the outside, but their bright red alien eyes denote pure evil. Their inner souls are utter scum, and their minds are brainwashed to keep us female humans hostage after being abducted from Earth.
I fixate on a table nearby, where a tempting chunk of bread sits, teasing me with its promise of momentary relief. I know I deserve it. The blasted Zebos don't feed us enough, and I can't ignore the pang of hunger that twists my insides.
My mother's voice echoes in my mind, her words of wisdom urging me to spring forward and enjoy a treat.
"Better to take a risk and fail than never take one," she used to say. Her voice is my anchor, reminding me of my strength within.
I think of my notebook in my quarters, and hope lifts my heart. That's my only souvenir of Mom, a diary we wrote together when I was eight. It was a hot summer, and we were going out of our minds with boredom because Father was away on business, so she brought me a notepad with a sunflower on the front. The idea was to write to each other, explaining our feelings and telling each other funny stories.
Back then, I didn't know her true intentions. I was unaware she was trying to get me to see my life optimistically. She was feeding my mind with positive thoughts and quotes to strengthen me, give me a funnel to express my inner feelings, and eventually become a writer.
God, I miss her more than Earth itself.
I glance at the Zebos guards and notice they are distracted, caught up in a conversation about God knows what. I must seize this opportunity. I must prove to myself that I'm not all talk and no action.
I take a deep breath and dash towards the table. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I sprint hard and snatch the bread.
For a moment, victory tastes sweet. I take a bite of the recently baked bread and almost cry out an orgasm. Damn, that feels so good in my mouth, and the doughy flavor is addictive. I get some hunger relief as some of it slides down my throat. But fate, it seems, has a cruel sense of humor. The piercing sound of a whistle fills the air, shattering my moment of triumph.
Panic grips me tightly as a guard's heavy footsteps close in on me. Fear erupts in my chest as I spot a leader, Tebos, a towering and sadistic psycho, pacing towards me like a hooligan looking for a fight.
I try to shove more in my mouth, but he intercepts my meal and tramples it into the slimy floor.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he sneers, his voice dripping with malicious glee. "Thought you could steal from us, did you, you rude human whore?"
I hold my ground, refusing to cower before him.
"I was hungry," I say, my voice laced with defiance. "You don't feed us enough. Do you think we have to accept this cruel fate?"
His laughter resonates with a cruel symphony that fuels my anger.
"You're a feisty one, aren't you? But remember, I hold the power here. Your defiance means nothing, especially in the eyes of the mighty Fej."
The mighty Fej? I think, almost cracking a smile. I've heard so much about the ruler of Planet Amazdom, but I'm beginning to think he doesn't even exist. Some say they have spotted the vile beast, a horridly ugly dude with long pointy horns and red and black stripes over his rock-hard body, wondering around late at night, spying on us slaves, but I've never seen him.
Fej doesn't matter right now, though. I have to get away from Tebos. I meet his gaze with unwavering determination.
"Maybe I'm just a prisoner in your grand design, but I won't let you define me. I won't let you strip away my humanity."
Tebos's eyes narrow, and a malevolent smirk dances on his lips. "Oh, little woman, you're nothing more than an insignificant drizzle of semen dripping down a whore's thigh," he says, squeezing my upper arm. "Do you think you can change anything? You're deluded."
My blood boils with anger, my spirit unyielding.
"I may be a prisoner, but you won't break me. I refuse to let you diminish my worth," I declare, my voice rising with every word.
Tebos's laughter reverberates, mocking my defiance.
"We'll see, pretty one, we'll see." He runs the back of his hand over the tops of my breasts and tries to cup my bosom, but I shake him off. "So you like to play hard to get?"
"Impossible to get, more like," I say, glaring into his evil eyes.
More Zebos guards close in, intrigued by how I'm still fighting my way. I don't care, though. I know this risk was worth it. Even if I fail, even if they punish me, I won't surrender, for it's better to take a risk and fail, than to live a life devoid of hope and freedom.
As Tebos's grip returns to my arm, I hold my head high, meeting his gaze without flinching.
"You may have power now," I say, sneering at him. "But remember this moment. Remember that there are those among us who refuse to bend to your cruelty."
He chuckles darkly, tightening his hold as he lifts me to my feet.
"We'll see, little rebel. In the meantime, you've earned yourself a special treat. I think it's time I introduce you to the monsters. They've been hungry, and I'm sure they'll enjoy a taste of fresh meat."
Dread washes over me as the weight of his words sinks in.
The monsters.
Rumor has it that they were freakishly created in a drastic accident when male humans were abducted from Earth and clashed with a mix of lethal animals.
A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of facing those terrifying creatures. But I refuse to let fear consume me. I take a deep breath, steadying myself.
As Tebos leads me away from the prison cell corridor, I steal a glance at the lake surrounding Castle Zebos. Its dark waters ripple with an eerie stillness, a deceptive calmness that hides the dangers lurking beneath. I remember the tales of the deadly sea creatures that inhabit its depths, waiting to claim any unfortunate soul who dares to venture too close. It's a reminder that escaping from this desolate planet will be a challenge.
Tebos leads me along a tunnel, and my mind drifts back to Earth, the home I was forcibly torn away from. I think of its vibrant cities, its bustling streets filled with life and freedom. Memories of blue skies, lush green fields, and the warm embrace of loved ones flood my thoughts. I long for the touch of a gentle breeze on my skin, for the simple pleasures of everyday life that I took for granted.
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As Tebos leads me toward the monsters, their growls and snarls echoing in the distance, I steel myself for what lies ahead. I may be a prisoner, but I am not defeated. I am a survivor, and I will face the monsters head-on. It is in the face of our darkest fears that our true strength is revealed.
With every step, I silently vow I will not become another victim of this cruel world. I will find a way to escape the clutches of the mighty Fej (if he does exist) and his dreadful prison.
Then I will chart a course to Planet Sefl, a planet created by those who have escaped the clutches of the Zebos. The journey will be treacherous, filled with hardships and sacrifices, but I am ready to face it all.
I am Stella, a defiant spirit yearning for freedom, and nothing will extinguish the flame burning within me.
Chapter 2
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Champ
The cage feels like a prison within a prison, confining me to this wretched existence. Hunger claws at my insides, fueling a relentless thirst for freedom.
I don't know how long I've been locked away in this forsaken place, biding my time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to break free from the clutches of Fej and his monstrous domain, but soon I will break free.
Thoughts of my home, business, and Earth flood my mind. I yearn for the life I left behind - the money, the power, the freedom, and my father's influence.
I was a good man. I helped people and tried to inspire them with my work and writing. I built courses to improve writers' talents and worth, showed them how to write better, and how to publish and market their books on social media.
Okay, maybe I could have been kinder by donating more to charities like my father did, but I was about to. I know I wasn't perfect, but who is?
At least I was trying to do good. I had a plan to start giving money to various charities, and that plan was ripped from me.
Now I've been turned into a beast, forced to fight against other monsters to survive, made to kill with my bare paws to entertain these foolish Zebos and their despicable leader, Fej.
What sort of name is Fej anyway? He sounds as evil as a clump of rotten vegetables trying to grow from a volcanic ground.
Excuse me, Sir, would you like to try some of my manky Fej?
He might be keeping me prisoner, but the longer I am here, the deeper my longing for a taste of liberation will flourish.
He will not hold me here.
I have too much to give, and my tank is full of vitality.
Speaking of energetic tanks, a tantalizing female scent dances through the air, catching my beastly, lustful attention. It draws me in like a horny moth to an aphrodisiacal flame.
And then, her voice - a melodic harmony that resonates deep within - sounds from a distance, lighting my heart.
"Get the fuck off me," she cries, sending a pulse of excitement between my legs.
Oh, sweet Lord. Fuck? I can't remember last hearing that word spurting from a woman's lips.
"Get a move on, Stella," barks Tebos, that fool of a guard.
Anger rises in my chest and across my throat, making me clench my paws in rage. His head will be the first to roll across this slimy floor when I escape these chains.
The metallic clang of the main cage door reverberates as Tebos, the sadistic Zebos guard, throws who I presume is Stella on the floor into the monster corridor and flings a tray of raw meat by her side.
A smug grin stretches across Tebos's face as he relishes at her spread across the floor.
"Enjoy your new task, Little Rebel," Tebos sneers, his voice dripping with malice. Little Rebel? I like the sound of that. At least she's sticking up for herself. "Feed these creatures or become their meal. Your choice."
Stella rests on her elbows and raises her head to look at Tebos. Curiosity burns within me as I wonder what her eyes look like.
"Your cruelty won't cower me," says Stella, her voice laced with determination. "I'll face whatever challenges come my way."
Tebos chuckles darkly.
"We'll see how long that spirit lasts. Enjoy your time with the monsters."
He slams the door shut and disappears. What a clown! He hasn't even got the guts to watch her fend for herself.
As Stella flips up from the floor and stares into the darkness, a newfound energy rises in my gut. Oh my, she is pure beauty. Her sapphire eyes shine brightly, her slender face creates a striking appearance, and her perfect curves cause a blast of hunger to ripple through my loins. I've seen several human women on Planet Amazdom, but none compare to her allure.
My cock thickens at the thought of peeling off that tight body suit and running my tongue between her breasts until I reach her moistness.
Oh, fuck, that hurts. The ache in my dick and balls is too much to take. I clench my paws, wishing her naked body was rubbing against my fur.
Now I really feel like a prisoner, a prisoner locked away from life's only treat.
Stella glides along the corridor and glances at the other cages. My enemy monsters become animated. At least ten are still alive after several battles. Their growls and snarls fill the air as each creature attempts to catch her attention.
"She's a hot-looking one, isn't she?" murmurs Hark, my principal foe. He's the wildest of us, the most savage. "I'd like to take a bite right out of her ass," he adds, his voice filled with a guttural longing.
Stella crunches her face and takes a deep breath, ignoring his foul comment.
"I bet she tastes as good as she looks," chimes in Bleak, another cruel monster, his voice a low rumble.
Despite the dangers surrounding her, Stella remains unfazed, a testament to her resilience. She moves along the centre of the corridor, wondering how to feed us.
"Over here," says Bleak. "Give me some of that meat, and I'll give you some of mine." A wicked laugh spills from his lips.
"You're sick," she mutters, throwing a chunk of raw meat into his cage. He snaps and snarls as he chomps away at his meal.
Stella walks from one cage to another, distributing chunks of raw meat to the rampant creatures. But then she gets to Hark's cage.
"Come a little closer," he growls. "I won't bite. Much."
She goes to fling the meat, but without warning, he lashes out and cuts her arm with his sharp nails.
"Holy fuck," she cries, stumbling back. My heart dips, and rage consumes me.
"Don't get so close to him," I bark. "He ate the last human woman who dared to approach him."
"Don't talk nonsense, Pussy Chimp," says Hark. "She knows which of us can give her pleasure."
Stella gulps, and I sense her fear even more. She chucks Hark some meat and approaches my cage.
Keeping her head high, she walks up to me. A new burst of life erupts in my core as our eyes meet. I yearn to reach out to her, to let her know that she's not alone in this evil prison.
As I emerge into the light, she gazes at me with caution, her eyes filled with curiosity and apprehension. I grin back and raise my eyebrows as if to say hi.
Stella relaxes immediately. She senses I'm not evil, not like these other monsters.
"Who are you?" she asks, her voice trembling.
"I'm Champ," I reply gently.
"Champ?" she asks, frowning. "As in champion?"
"If that's how you want to see me." I step closer, inhaling her sweet scent. She's aroused. I can tell she already has feelings for me, just like I do for her. "What's a fine female human like you doing in a slimy hell hole like this?"
She smirks and flicks her wavy blond hair back to reveal her succulent neck.
"I've never heard that line in a prison before," she says, grinning as her eyes light up.
"And I've never used it in a prison before," I reply as my nostrils expand.
"Isn't this cute?" shouts Hark. "Love at first sight in a cell," he adds, laughing wickedly.
"Just ignore him, and he'll go away," I whisper.
"I'm trying."
She hands me over the tray. As I stretch out to take a chunk of meat, I spot her bloody arm.
