Vycon (Zenkian Warriors) (A Sci Fi Alien Abduction Romance)

by Maia Starr

  "I will call you what I damn well please. You are a human slave on my grounds. Don't you forget that. I don't know what you did to have the Master favor you so, but he does. He thinks you have some sort of special skills, and I think those special skills only refer to what you did to him when his cock was in your mouth."

  She gasped in shock. Her small hand went up in an attempt to slap my face. Of course she was too short and I caught her small delicate wrist in my hand before she was even done with the swing.

  "Do not think you are above the laws. Striking a General is punishable by death. Remember that," I said as I pushed her wrist out of my hand pushing her back further than I meant to. She took at least four or five stumbling steps backwards in order to catch herself from falling. A part of me felt guilty for doing such a thing, but I did not know my own strength against the small petite creature. Plus, I needed to make clear who was in command here. I think she got the message as her eyes watered over and she fought back tears. I turned my back on her and knew that she was now following silently behind me.

  Moments later we entered the reconstruction building I expected her to recoil in horror at the sight. But she did not. Her step quickened and she pulled up her sleeves to her elbows as though anxious to get started. There were many warriors in different states of injury or illness.

  "This is reconstruction. I do not have time to oversee you and your skills. I do not think you have any. However the Master wants you in this building therefore you will do whatever Marlac says," I said as I led her over to the commanding reconstructionist in charge of healing.

  "Marlac this is the human female slave the Master sent over as he says she has some skill with reconstruction on earth. Put her to work in whatever capacity you see fit."

  "Yes General," he said. I gave her one last angry look and left her side. Her shoulders seemed to drop as I walked away. No doubt she was now fearful of me, and that was a good thing.

  After I left her I expected that it would be only an hour later that I was being summoned to fetch her because she was being defiant or incapable. Yet, the hours passed. I did not hear one single complaint about the human female and I began to grow suspicious. Perhaps Marlac misunderstood my orders and took her to bed instead of using her for her reconstruction skills. I suddenly felt a surge of jealousy as I thought about another warrior enjoying her. Where the hell was that coming from? I have no attachment to this human female. If anything I saw her as spoiled and annoying. She was nothing compared to the Kalazaron females who obeyed us without question or defiance as it should be. She was the complete opposite of that and had no place in this world. She was nothing but trouble.I had to force myself to get rid of the image of another warrior taking her to bed because it was a distraction.

  When I returned to check on the human female I was surprised to find her changing the wrappings on the leg of an injured warrior. He was smiling and having a pleasant conversation with her. And I watched as she delicately did her work. Being experienced as I was, I knew the proper way to do this and she did it well. I had to admit that I was impressed. She even did it better than I would with a minimal amount of wrapping which was important when we were limited on supplies. When she was done I watched her skillfully move to another warrior and change the wrappings on his arm. This warrior was also delighted to speak to her and she seemed to actually lift his spirits and make him laugh. That was not necessary. She should be doing that in quiet and not making conversation. When she was done with that warrior I followed her before her next patient.

  "It is not necessary to converse with the warriors slave. I forbid it. Do your work and nothing else," I said to her sternly. I didn't want to admit to myself that I was saying it out of jealousy.

  She put her hands on her hips and said, "It is necessary General. It is a well-known fact of science on earth that if a patient is happy and laughing they heal faster. If they are sad and low in spirits they do not heal at all. Therefore my conversing as you call it is very necessary and I would take steps if I were you to force the rest of your team to employ such a tactic."

  "That is nonsense. You make up lies," I said to her as I got in her face towering over her.

  "I do not care what you believe and do not believe. Now if you will excuse me I would like to get on with the work," she said as she walked away from me. I had a mind to grab her arm and tell her off. But I noticed that everyone was staring. So I let it go, for now. I would punish her later.

  At the end of the day I reported to Master Bresh as he requested. I told him of the human female's theory about laughter and healing. His response shocked me.

  "We shall put that into test trials here in the city. Anything else to report?" He said. I held myself in anger and quietly said, "No that is all."

  "Good, it seems that she is working out well. Continue reporting on even the smallest detail of what she does. I want you checking in on her more and more throughout the day."

  "Yes Master as you wish."

  Several weeks later I would learn that those test trials were successful and that she had been right. But I would not know that until a lot more had happened in that time. It was more than I could have ever imagined would happen. It was more than I had ever allowed myself to feel or do.

  That evening I went to my bedchambers, and this time I would not be so nice. This human female slave needed to be under control, and if she were anything like the Kalazaron females they became under control once they grew an emotional attachment to a male. I knew just how to make that happen. Tonight I would project on her and in the morning she would be emotionally attached to me, possibly even in love with me. Then she would listen.

  Chapter 3

  DR. LAVENDER PROST

  My first night in the small barrack had me feeling extremely anxious. I assumed that at any moment I would be called to the chambers of the General just as he had said. I walked back-and-forth in the room waiting. Hours and hours passed and finally the door opened. A tray of food was pushed in and then the door was closed and locked once more. I was confused. However I was also very hungry so I grabbed the tray and ate. Hours later I had fallen asleep on the small bed. A flash entered my mind, a dream. The General was kissing me. Then as quickly as it came it vanished. I woke up and sat up in bed quickly as it had felt so real I thought he was in the room with me. I looked around to see that he was nowhere in sight. That was so strange. Finally I fell asleep and I wasn't summoned until the next morning.

  I was growing impatient. Finally my door opened and the arrogant ass himself had come to fetch me. I was very surprised to see him. I thought he could not be bothered with me. He gave me a dirty look as he stood there with his tall seven foot seven height as though he was the scariest being on this planet. He was already making me angry. If I had not already had several pleasant interactions with the Kalazaron, then I wouldn’t know that this alien was being this way cause he wanted too. "Come with me slave." He said very matter of fact like in a rude tone. I was done with this behavior. I followed him and out and said, "You will call me Dr. Prost not a slave." I knew that there was no reason to call me that except for the fact that he wanted too. No other Kalazaron had called me that thus far.

  He turned and got an inch away from my body and looked down on me from his towering height. I was not going to let him intimidate me so I stood my ground. Once again it was my defiance showing through.

  "I will call you what I damn well please. You are a human slave on my grounds. Don't you forget that. I don't know what you did to have the Master favor you so, but he does. He thinks you have some sort of special skills, and I think those special skills only refer to what you did to him when his cock was in your mouth."

  How dare he the ass! I gasped and my mouth fell open at his stupid and mean statement. I knew that he was bigger than I was and that I was on a strange planet, but my instincts took over and I attempted to slap him. Of course the skilled warrior caught my hand in his.

  "Do not think you are above the law
s. Striking a General is punishable by death. Remember that."

  He pushed me back and I almost fell over. I was terrified. Moments later we entered the reconstruction building and I felt so much better. I forgot about my encounter with the awful General and began to get excited about the work. I perked up and my eyes took in all the sights as I made notes with my mind. I rolled up my sleeves to my elbows ready to get deep into this. I followed the arrogant ass General Rendor Moscurn to another Kalazaron male. I only saw a few Kalazaron females mulling about and they seemed to be doing what nurses did on Earth and nothing more.

  "This is reconstruction. I do not have time to oversee you and your skills. I do not think you have any. However the Master wants you in this building therefore you will do whatever Marlac says."

  Perhaps Marlac would be nicer than this brute. I could only hope. I was glad that he was pawning me off on someone else because I could not stand to be in his presence any longer.

  "Marlac this is the human female slave the Master sent over as he says she has some skill with reconstruction on earth. Put her to work in whatever capacity you see fit."

  "Yes General," he said. He gave me one last angry look and left me side and my shoulders dropped that he was now gone. I was glad that Marlac was more agreeable and in no time I was showing him what I could do. Later after another awful encounter with the General, I was shown back to my room. It was a good day simply because I was allowed to practice medicine. Essentially that was all that really mattered.

  That night I was filled with anger. I wish that I could face the General once more as there were so many things that I wanted to yell at him. He infuriated me. He made me so mad and passionate with hate. He was the worst kind of egotistical male and he needed to be put in his place. Once again I was brought a tray of food to my door. It also made me angry. Why was I not allowed to eat in the mess hall with the others? I had gained a sense of community that day attending to the warriors. I felt useful again. They respected me and enjoyed my conversation and instead I was locked away, like a slave… like a captive. I knew that this was the General’s doing as he did not want me to forget that I was not an employee here, that I was a captured slave. He did not want me to forget that I was a Kalazaron captive. I ate of the delicious nourishment and fell asleep and to my surprise the dream came back only this time it was much more detailed and so, so, real. I was in a deep sleep when…"Are you prepared for me?" the General’s deep lust filled voice said to me in my sleep.

  "I, um, well, I think that… " I scarcely got out a single syllable much less an actual word as he secured my mouth with his and kissed me hard and fast. I was lost in it, this kiss with an alien warrior. I was excited and wet and I didn't want him to stop even though I knew this was wrong. Was this real? He moved his hand over my hard erect nipples on my bosom and pressed and rubbed them. I groaned with pleasure and shocked myself. I needed this and I didn’t even know that I needed this. I had never required an alien sexual encounter and yet I felt like I required this. I had never, ever engaged in sexual relations with an alien before and there was something exciting about that. I felt dirty. He was an otherworldly man that was effective, appealing, and that radiated certainty and danger. I needed to experience it, to experience him whatever he was.

  "No, I mean yes. I mean… Yes I need..." I bumbled the words out of my mouth like the unpracticed individual I was.

  He pulled far from my mouth and gradually pulled my nightdress over my head. I gasped as he proceeded until I was totally exposed.

  He inhaled on my neck delicately, and my knees went frail. He put his arms around my abdomen and pulled me to him. He rubbed my body here and there and put his hands on my hips and ran them down my thighs and after that moved down to my hips. Next he rubbed my stomach and after that up to my bosom. He was all over the place like a dream. It was so surreal. He measured every breasts in each hand. Rubbing them delicately with his hands as he kissed my neck. With one hand, he moved lower and lower. He moved over my tummy and after that down between my legs.

  "Open your legs human slave," he said. I did as he asked.

  I spread my feet separated on the ground. He put his hand on my inside, and utilized one finger to apply weight directly down the center. I heaved at his touch. It was in the ideal spot. He moved his finger in a roundabout movement in simply the correct way. I needed to shout out, however I bit my lip to stop myself. He crushed my bosom with his other hand and after that ran it down my belly to my hips and afterward to my bottom. He rubbed it and after that slapped my ass a bit. I was dumbfounded. I truly felt like a bit of meat being taken care advantage of with his hands all over the place as he pleased. I got it, this was the Kalazaron way but I was not used to it. What was more embarrassing was that I was enjoying it. Me! The defiant one was playing the obedient slave to this arrogant General.

  He put two fingers inside me then utilized his thumb to rub my clitoris. I couldn't help it this time. I shouted out in delight. I could practically feel him grinning above me. I thought that it was terrifying. I thought that it was all the more startling when he whispered low into my ear, "You like that isn't that right? Let me know you like it. I need to hear you say it."

  I had no influence over myself. I needed to play along. In a hoarse whisper said, "Yes, I like it. I like feeling you inside me."

  He groaned at this and ceased. He hauled his hand out of me and put his hands on my midriff. He inclined his body against mine, and I could feel his hardness against my midsection.

  He stepped back and gazed at me here and there. It made me feel hot to have him take a look at me like that, but also very exposed and vulnerable. How was this happening? I don’t even remember how this started?

  At that point he gradually uncovered for me. I observed excitedly as he uncovered his conditioned and firm masculine body to me. Then I saw his hard pole. It was long and thick. The skin was smooth and it stood straight up against his gut. I had never seen anything so stupendous. My heart loaded with desire and love at the same time for this alien warrior. Wait…love? Then before I could question further he said,

  "Come here," as he reached his hand out to me.

  I strolled over to him and reached my hand out. He softly got it and pulled me to him. Putting me where he needed me, facing toward the table.

  He moved around to get straightforwardly behind me. He put his hand on my upper back and connected weight to bend me over. I put my hands down on the table to support myself. "Spread your legs separated like a good human slave," he said deeply and with lust. I did as I was told. I put space between my feet and curved my ass up just for him. What was I doing? Snatching his hard pole, he put the tip of it inside me. I groaned boisterously.

  He put his hands on my hips and pulled me back. I gradually slid in reverse taking him inside me. We both groaned with pleasure. At that point he held me close moving gradually and exotically behind me as he set delicate kisses here and there on my neck and back. It was exceptionally sexual and hot. His arm stretched around and took hold of my bosoms.

  "Turn your face toward me. Kiss me," he said.

  Again I did as he said and turned my head behind me. His lips met mine and he kissed me profoundly and enthusiastically as his hand meandered from my bosoms down to my tummy and afterward down to my clitoris. He slid his cock gradually all through me while squeezing with his thumb on my clit. I couldn't take it any longer. At that point I detonated into small sensations as my body discharged in climax. I hollered out and groaned quickly. I could hear the General groan in yearning.

  "You are so lovely human female slave. I picked right. You are the one. You are the slave that I will own," he said. At that point he kept on moving all through me gradually and delicately for quite a while. Then he accelerated.

  Out of the blue he began pounding his body against mine harder and harder. Pummeling his body into mine which a lot of body with his seven foot by seven height and long torso to go along with that. It was quick and overwhelming. My eyes e
nlarged. I looked as my bosoms bobbed forward and back with each hit I took. I shouted out in ecstasy. It was too much pleasure. The visual of this to a great degree appealing and intense creature of an alien warrior was an excessive amount to handle. I was on the very edge of climax once more. That is how great he was. I tensed and after that my body shook in an extreme climax as I said, "Yes, yes, yes." This didn't phase him one bit, and he continued onward. I heard his voice in a low throaty sound that was a blend between a snarl and a groan. It was attractive to me to hear it.

  At that point he hauled out of me and turned me toward him. He kissed me forcefully. At that point he said, "Sit." I sat down on top of the table.

  "Spread your thighs separated once more for me human slave." Again I did as I was told. There I sat with my thighs spread open. He bit his lower lip at this sight. At that point he bowed down before me. He stuck his tongue inside me. There was no light kissing of my middle. He just went right in. I groaned and yowled.

  It was an intense feeling to have this powerful alien stooping before me with his head covered between my thighs. I all of a sudden felt like I was in control. He took his tongue out and started to lick me all over. He was truly getting a charge out of this and said, "You taste so great." Then he pushed me back on the table and hopped on top of me. He entered me once more. He pushed himself with a great deal of force. He got one of my legs and raised it on to his forearm. This made him go much deeper inside me. I shouted out as he went further. He quieted me mid-holler by putting his mouth on mine. At that point he pulled his head up and stared at me. I was so wet it made it simple for him to glide in and out of me. His breathing developed substantially and his gaze more focused. At that point he shouted out as he spilled inside me. He gave one final hard push before he stayed still and then…I woke up.