Alpha's Capture

by Livia Bourne

“I’m glad he’s on our side. They don’t know how dangerous he is.”

  Avincent retorted, “Or how big of an asshole.”

  “He may be, but he’s our asshole,” Khalil retorted.

  One by one, each of the remaining Alphas were retrieved by the slow-moving guards until Onyx remained alone. His whole body ached from hours of kneeling on the rough stone floor. He could no longer feel his hands and his shoulders were numb. He was almost relieved when the foul-smelling enemy came for him, giving him the chance to stand and shake out his arms before they clamped their pinching hands onto his biceps, drawing drops of blood where they dug their sharp nails and rough skin touched his.

  As they transported him through the bowels of the building they were in, Onyx did his best to memorize each turn—every doorway—each glimpse of what looked like an exit. As strong as he and his fellow Alphas were, they may never be able to overpower the enemy, but he was counting on outsmarting them.

  With each moment that passed, the sounds of raucous shouting grew louder, until it sounded like they were in the middle of the cheering section of their military training facility during a sporting event. Only when they dragged him through a two-story stone archway into the middle of a circular stadium did Onyx realize that he and his fellow Gradonian Alphas were to be the entertainment.

  Hundreds of ugly Trakonian soldiers filled the circular stadium, and the stench took his breath away. The only thing keeping them from rushing onto the stone floor of the round stage were tall metal rods that ran from the top of the ten-meter high wall holding in the prisoners to the ceiling. The fencing between the rods allowed spectators to see but would hold them at bay from jumping into the ring.

  His fellow Alphas were once again chained, this time with their arms shackled above their heads to metal restraints dangling down from the top of the three cages they’d been separated into.

  Harvin and the two other junior Alphas waited in the cage farthest from the entrance. Thrash and Akon were in the middle locked cage, and they had dragged Onyx to the third enclosure where Avincent and Khalil waited, each a look of fury on their faces. As his eyes met his commander’s, Onyx knew their situation had not improved.

  All of the men had been stripped of their uniforms while they were unconscious so he had little hope that any of them had something sharp hidden that could help release their restraints. He didn’t need to wait long after his arms were locked to the rings in the top of their cage to find out what would come next.

  His blood boiled with anger as a caravan of three small cages were wheeled into the opposite side of the circular stadium floor. Inside each of the enclosures was a naked Gradonian woman, restrained in the most obscene positions, leaving little to the imagination as to the hell they’d been put through since their arrival on the enemy’s moon.

  Relief mixed with guilt when Onyx realized that the princess was not among the caged females. The roar of humiliating taunts from the boisterous crowd of soldiers mingled with the grunts of his friends as they all struggled to work free of their chains. He had to fight the surge of defeat he felt as he realized how hopeless things seemed when he caught sight of the tears streaming down the faces of the brave females, glimmering in the spotlight shining down on the small platform in the center of their enclosed cage.

  The scratching vibrations of Lord Trakon’s voice invaded the auditorium before Onyx saw the evil dictator. His opening remarks were met with cheers from the hundreds of killers thankfully being kept at bay.

  His mind raced, trying to anticipate what diabolical spectacle the enemy had planned for center stage. His translator had trouble interpreting some of the leader’s speech, but what he did catch didn’t sound good.

  As Avincent had warned, the enemy had formulated new versions of the feared drug and weapon, Fragment. As if scrambling the brains of their enemy wasn’t wicked enough, they would be testing the newest flavor of evil on their enemy tonight—center stage.

  “We’ve dubbed this new version of our weapon Heat Fragment as it will produce a prolonged and intense omega-like heat cycle in any female it is injected into.” The scratching jeers of the crowd roared around the Alphas before Lord Trakon added, “This means that on the next raid of our enemy our goal will be to capture females so we can create our very own omega brothel where each and every one of you will be able to sink your cocks into a real pussy instead of mechanical sheaths!”

  The crowd’s roar was deafening. He struggled to turn in his chains enough to exchange worried looks with Khalil. He was met with the same steely resolve in his friend’s eyes. They were agreed that there would be no possibility of them or the caged Alphas taking advantage of the innocent females in the stadium with them.

  “But the best discovery during the testing of Heat Fragment was its effect on Alpha males. Tonight’s true entertainment will be witnessing the enemy as they tear each other apart as they go into a heat fever unlike any experienced before.”

  Well fuck.

  Chapter 6 - Zahara

  The only good thing about listening to the horrifying speech was that Zahara’s sheer panic made her temporarily forget the pain she was in. Contorted in a tiny, yet diabolical, cage, all she could do was think about what was about to be done to her.

  As if she would have ever been able to break the heavy lock or escape the thick metal wire holding her, long phallic-shaped rods also protruded at the front and back of the cage. Once she’d been forced to crawl into the enclosure on her hands and knees, the doctor had pushed her forward, instructing her to open wide just before his assistant had shoved the long rod into her mouth. It was thick enough that her jaw now hurt from holding her lips wide.

  But that wasn’t the worst part. Once they’d closed the gate behind her, a similar thick shaft had been shoved up her squeaky clean anus in one quick thrust. As she’d lurched forward, trying to escape the pain splitting her behind, the rod in her mouth shoved deeper down her throat. It took her several long minutes of rocking back and forth to calm down—alternating gasping for air while choking on the phlegm she was gagging on and trying to will her ass not to clench.

  Zahara did her best not to move, but her muscles were cramping and the spittle was flowing, mingling with her tears and dripping to the hard floor of the cage.

  Ironically, as bad as this situation was, the worst part of her ordeal was being placed with her cage directly across from Commander Khalil. He hadn’t taken his penetrating gaze off of her since she’d been wheeled into the enclosure. She hated that she couldn’t hide her naked body from him, although he didn’t seem nearly as upset about his own nakedness. They may not have administered the Heat Fragment to her yet but, regardless, she felt an involuntary surge of desire for the perfect specimen that was Khalil.

  She could hear, but not see, the guards that had wheeled her cage into the arena opening the iron cage next to her. Her fellow captive, a young woman who had worked in the laundry of the Viper, groaned next to her as Zahara could make out the sounds of a struggle. As soon as the captive’s mouth was empty, she spewed a long line of obscenities aimed at her captors. Her tirade ended in a long, tortured cry of pain.

  It was Lord Trakon who filled in the details of what was happening just out of her line of sight. “We will be experimenting by injecting our first female with Heat, both in her blood stream and through direct contact with her pussy and anus. As you will hear by her glorious screams, test subjects have complained of the severe pain felt when Heat comes in contact with their skin. I can only imagine the agony felt when injected into the vein. Even without an omega-like reaction, the torture qualities of the drug alone make the program a success. It should only take a few moments for the Heat to take effect. Guards! Get her strung up and ready for use!”

  The foul-smelling guards dragged the sobbing woman forward. Her legs hung uselessly behind as they pulled her up the few steps to the circular platform where a wide T-shaped pole with rings and chains waited center stage. Unable to stand, one of the gua
rds held her up while his partner secured first one arm and then the other to the hooks at the top of the structure, stretching her arms out uncomfortably wide. As they were heads taller than the woman, her feet didn’t come near touching the floor of the stage when the guard released her.

  Lord Trakon’s bark of laughter filled the auditorium as she literally fell with enough velocity to almost yank her arms out of her shoulder joints. Zahara made a pledge to try her best not to cry or scream when it was her turn center stage because she could see that the only thing worse than being subjected to the barbaric torture was to have the enemy laughing and openly stroking their grotesque cocks as they reveled in torturing innocent females. She would do her best to deny them at least that small measure of satisfaction.

  Too exhausted and dejected to fight any longer, the strung up female hung limply as the doctor who’d performed the experiments before stepped forward with a long needle attached to a full barrel of yellow liquid. He didn’t waste any time before sticking it into the meaty ass of the unfortunate test subject. Her renewed screams started within seconds, now even more frantic than before as the hated drugs started circulating through her body.

  The doctor didn’t even wait for the woman to stop screaming before yanking her legs up and throwing them over his shoulders, placing her bare pussy directly in front of him.

  Zahara had a front row seat to him pulling a container out of his lab coat, taking the top off, and placing the lid back into the pocket. Only then did she notice he was wearing what looked to be rubber-like gloves as he used his blunt digits to scoop out a healthy dose of the thick cream in the jar.

  The female went from sobbing back to screaming, adding in frantic flailing the second the cream came in contact with her body. Zahara almost cheered when her distraught thrusting almost knocked the jar of evil to the floor of the stage. Unfortunately, the doctor caught it, stepping away from the kicking woman in time to avoid taking a foot to his face as she fought like a wildcat to escape.

  The enemy turned his back on the female to approach the far right cage across from Zahara. She recognized one of the three Alphas inside the cage as the guard who had kept watch over the Princess’s chamber on the Viper. How naive she had been to feel mistreated at the hands of Commander Khalil and his honorable warriors onboard the ship. The events of the last hours had shown her just how different the Gradonian warriors were from their enemy.

  The cages holding the Alpha males were barely big enough to contain the huge warriors, which made it impossible for them to slink away from the doctor’s long needle. One by one, each of the three men in the cage were injected with the Heat drug. Unlike their female counterpart, they didn’t cry or scream, but within minutes each male was flailing in their bonds so violently that she heard bones breaking as their muscular bodies slammed against unforgiving metal with a violent velocity.

  By the time the guards opened the door to their enclosure, all three males’ cocks had hardened to red, ugly weapons, not unlike the enemy’s stone-like cocks. Even from a distance, Zahara saw globs of white fluid dripping from the ends of the phallic rods jutting from their bodies. The males grunted like primal animals as they fought to free themselves from their bonds, but the enemy — recognizing the sick entertainment value of the moment — held the drugged males in their bonds for several long moments, allowing the disgusting drugs to permeate every cell of their bodies.

  Zahara clenched her fists when armed guards holding what looked like deadly stunners arrived center stage. They took up position next to the platform just as the guards released the three Alphas from their bonds.

  She realized too late that the bellow of horror she heard was coming from herself as she watched the three otherwise honorable warriors fight each other in their attempt to reach the tortured female still writhing in pain center stage. Like the drug-crazed Alphas they were, they attacked the innocent, roughly yanking her body in an attempt to reach her pussy with their throbbing weapons. Just as one of the three got close to penetrating the cunt clearly still burning from the Heat cream, the other two would attack, pushing and shoving until they started throwing punches.

  The scratching noises of the spectators turned frenzied as Zahara saw blood of the Gradonians mixing with the female’s flowing slick and the globs of Heat and semen. The gross cocktail of liquids started pooling on the stage floor, making the fighting men slip and slide as they got more violent and crazed. Instead of working together to overcome the enemy, they had all turned on each other, fighting until blood spurted and the sound of breaking bones could be heard.

  She heard Commander Khalil shouting orders to the men, trying to get through the haze of drugs that had overcome their system, but it was no use. The three soldiers turned to two when the smallest of the three was shoved off the stage and landed in a heap on the stone floor not far from Zahara. His eyes were open and lifeless. She knew the poor Gradonian had taken his last breath.

  Harvin and the other guard still fought to thrust into the hanging female with their over-inflated cocks. Only when they began to tire did they finally work together in a sick pact, each allowing the other to fuck the screaming female for a minute or two as they caught their breath before shoving the other male out of the way for their next turn.

  Back and forth the fucking went until the smell of their combined slick and body fluids grew stronger than the stench of the enemy. That didn’t last long, however, because as soon as the warriors decided to fuck the female at the same time—one in her pussy and one in her ass—the auditorium erupted exactly like the three unfortunates on the stage.

  Zahara almost threw up as she saw blood dripping from the ass of the female, courtesy of the rough rape in progress. The enemy, smelling her blood, lost the final thread of their control. Hundreds of Trakonians stroked their gross cocks in unison, spurting their putrid seed to the floor of the stadium. Lines of the closest enemy’s spunk reached Zahara’s cage. She could feel the heat of it burning her skin as she gagged.

  Still, as horrible as her situation was, the poor female literally being torn apart from the inside out had it infinitely worse than Zahara. She slammed her eyes closed, trying her best to block out the horror show in progress. She tried to focus on the steady voice of Commander Khalil as he did his best to instruct the remaining warriors on how to resist the same fate when they took their turn center stage. He’d stopped shouting to the two bloody males, recognizing it was too late to save them and the ruined female.

  It was almost a blessing when she opened her eyes to see the guards standing at the bottom of the stage lifting their weapons, pointing them at the threesome rutting center stage. She didn’t know what they waited for, until she heard Harvin and the other warrior shouting out their orgasm. In an uncharacteristically charitable act of kindness, the guards choose that moment to end the three lives with their limbs tangled together by aiming their powerful weapons.

  The males collapsed to the floor, their rods still hard and poking towards the ceiling as the female hung limply from the chains. Body fluids gushed from her as if she were in a bathing chamber, only instead of clean water, blood, sweat, slick, and semen contaminated the stage floor.

  The roaring approval of the spectators continued on as new guards stepped into the ring. It was clear they were the clean-up crew as they hauled off the dead bodies and brought out hoses to wash down the disgusting evidence left behind from the torture she’d witnessed. As if they were at a sporting event back home in Gradon’s Bluff, she heard vendors hawking snacks and drinks in the stands during their intermission.

  The absurdity of her reality closed in. Zahara could feel the panic rising as she fought the urge to puke. With the rod shoved into her throat, she worried she could drown on her own bile if she wasn’t careful, but then again, maybe that would be a blessing. It would at least save her from her turn at the torture center stage.

  She’d closed her eyes in her panic, trying to tell herself to remain calm. Only when she threw her eyes ope
n did she feel Khalil’s piercing gaze, consuming her from across the stage. He had always been intense, but this felt different. It was as if he were trying to convey a message to her. The smallest of smiles lifted his lips and she understood—he was trying to bring her comfort.

  Little did he know it was too late for that. Unless he could magically transport them away from the enemy moon in the next few minutes, she knew he would soon be the one mounting her—hurting her—until she would beg the enemy to shoot her dead as well.

  Chapter 7 - Khalil

  In all of his years of combat training, nothing had ever come close to preparing Khalil for the current battle he and his men were in. He was prepared to fight weapons and soldiers—but he felt helpless to fight against the enemy’s powerful drugs. Watching Harvin and the other junior Alphas literally tear each other, and the innocent female, apart had been his worst nightmare. And it may be over for the unfortunates who had been carried off on stretchers, but the worst was just beginning for the remaining Gradonians still caged and awaiting their fate.

  The guttural scratches of his sworn enemy filled the stadium again and was met with raucous cheers as he ordered the next event to begin. Like before, the doctor took his place as the next unlucky female was dragged to the platform. It was the smallest of comforts that the sassy assistant to the Princess had been spared going next. It gave him more time to come up with a solution to their plight before more harm could be done to her. As much as he’d relished the idea of watching her squirm under his punishment loop, never would he wish this kind of ordeal on the spunky beauty.

  Like the female before, the innocent was strung up and injected with the dreaded drug. Unlike the last time, the doctor instead slathered the Heat cream on her mammary glands first and then her female anatomy, only instead of using his stubby fingers to smear the female’s exterior folds, he scooped a glob of the cream on the end of a long, thick phallic object and rammed the rod as deep as he could into the pussy of the immobilized female.