Taming Ryock

by Sara Page

  Talk about a rude awakening.

  I have no freaking clue where I am, or how I got here. The last thing I can remember is being at work, finishing up my shift at the diner… No, wait, that’s not right. I was somewhere else. Somewhere that was strange… and fogs up my memory.

  Crap. At the moment I can’t seem to remember. Regardless of where I’ve been, I’m now here, in some kind of weird prison.

  I stare through the glass, taking in the hallway, the giant bugs, and the rows and rows of other glass cages.

  Part of me hopes this is just some elaborate prank, that I’m getting punked or something. But who the hell would go through all this trouble to mess with me?

  Behind me, the air moves and I spin around.

  A giant blue lizard opens its maw and takes a menacing step towards me.

  This can’t be real. This can’t be happening, I tell myself in disbelief and freeze in place.

  As if giant bugs aren’t bad enough, now I’m trapped in a cage with this thing…

  Drool drips from the lizard’s fangs and its long black tongue flicks out, tasting the air.

  I don’t know how or why the thing is so big and almost humanoid looking. Honestly, it looks like someone went a little overboard with the Jurassic Park experiments and crossed a velociraptor with the world’s skinniest guy…

  The lizard takes another step toward me and movement down below catches my eyes. I glance down, unable to stop myself.

  It’s freaky lizard penis is growing, and there’s all these little barbed hooks hanging off the tip and they’re moving.

  What the fuck? What the fuck?!

  I’ll take giant bugs over this guy any day.

  I turn towards the glass door I was just shoved through, pound against it and scream, “Let me out of here! Please!”

  The giant bugs chitter at me and walk away. What the hell? Why did they throw me in this cage with this thing?

  I pound and pound on the glass, but it’s as hard as steel and just as unforgiving.

  The air moves again and I glance back just in time to see the lizard closing in on me. Screeching, I dash to the side, narrowly missing the snap of its jaw.

  Shit. I think I just might be this guy’s dinner for the night.

  Thankfully, the creature’s arms are short, almost half the size they should be for a creature of his size. I easily dodge the claws trying to grab me.

  The lizard hisses and rears back to strike at me again. Jumping to the side, somehow I manage to avoid his jaw again.

  The lizard’s nose connects with the glass so hard it appears to be dazed for a moment.

  Not willing to waste my good luck, I run to the opposite side of the cage. Pressing up against the glass, I peer through it.

  Maybe if there are other people around, they might help get me out of here.

  Through this wall of glass, I can see others on the other side of it.

  “Help me!” I cry, beating against the wall of the cage.

  There’s no way this is a prank. There’s no way that walking lizard is some guy in a costume trying to scare me. It moves too damn fast and everything about it screams predator to my instincts.

  No, it’s quite obvious that thing wants to eat me.

  My eyes lock on a huge hairy guy stretched out on what looks like a medical table. At first I don’t even process that he, like the other beings, doesn’t appear to be human. All I really care about is that he’s huge and he could totally take on the lizard guy if he wanted to help me.

  Then his eyes meet mine. Beautiful, dazzling, golden eyes that are too stunning to be human. They’re the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, and I could stare at them for days and days, but they’re also dull with dispassion and full of so much apathy it’s quite obvious he doesn’t give a shit what happens to me.

  He turns away and something inside me breaks. Shit. Shit. Shit. Is this really happening? Am I really going to out like this? Am I not a human being now? Have I been reduced to meat?

  “Please,” I plead and start to slide down the glass of the cage, the pounding of my fists slowing.

  The huge hairy guy continues to ignore me and it really sinks in that I’m not going to get out of this.

  That no one around here cares what happens to me.

  Behind me, I can hear the lizard guy moving, coming out of his stunned daze. I look over my shoulder to see him straightening on his two human-like legs and turning towards me.

  I have nothing to fight him with and no way to get away.

  My eyes dart around frantically. I’m trapped in this small glass cage with nothing or no one to help me. There’s only so much room for me to run, and unless the lizard guy is incapacitated, it will be impossible to stay out of his reach.

  I’m going to fight, but deep down inside I know I can’t stop whatever is about to happen.

  The blue lizard man advances on me, his tail flicking side to side in agitation, and I turn completely to face him.

  I swear the lizard grins, the corners of his maw turning up and his yellow, sickly eyes gleaming. I clench my hands, my poor fingers throbbing and aching from all the beating I did on the glass.

  The lizard stops just out of reach and I’m confused as fuck, wondering if he has suddenly changed his mind.

  Then he thrusts his hips crudely at me.

  His long, freaky blue cock bounces up and down with the hooks still moving, opening and closing as if they’re ready to grab onto something.

  I find the whole scene grotesque and beyond disturbing, which is probably the point.

  And I think… I think he’s trying to tell me he’s going to enjoy fucking me.

  I start to slide to the side and the lizard turns, following me. My movements are slow, but I’m prepared to bolt or fight at any moment.

  The lizard takes a step forward and I slide away. We repeat this, locked in a dance that will most likely end in my death.

  I rather die, I instantly decide, than endure having that penis inside me.

  I slide and slide and then the lizard stops suddenly. He cocks his head and points his nose towards the side of the cage where I pleaded with the big hairy guy to help me.

  Seeing this as an opportunity to put more distance between us, I decide to make a dash for the other wall of the cage.

  Without warning, the lizard man pounces on me, his nose brutally slamming into my face. My head snaps back and cracks painfully into the wall of the cage.

  Knocked silly, I begin to slide down the glass until I’m sitting on my ass. Before I can get my wits back and flee, the feet of the lizard come down on top of my legs, pinning me with the full force of his weight.

  With stars bursting in front of my eyes, I try to blink them away only to see that long, freaky penis coming for me.

  Screaming, I lash out, not caring what I connect with, just wanting to connect with something.

  The lizard roars when my fist meets his penis. The weight lifts from my legs and then something wraps around them. I’m yanked down until I’m flat on my back on the floor with the lizard looming over me.

  I continue to lash out, swinging for the fences. The thing wrapped around my legs, most likely his tail, tightens and then I’m flipped onto my stomach.

  I start to push up from the floor with my arms, unable to move my legs, and the lizard man’s weight comes down on top of me, crushing me.

  For such a skinny guy, he’s surprisingly heavy.

  His arms may have been too short to grab me when I was running away, but we’re close enough now for his claws to curve around my shoulders.

  I scream and writhe in helpless misery, my arms wanting to give out on me.

  His claws continue to press into the flesh of my shoulders and then something latches onto the back of my neck.

  Teeth, it’s his teeth, I immediately realize.

  His jaws apply pressure to the back of my neck and he pushes down, forcing me back down to the floor.

  I try to kick my legs, desperate to
find a way to break free, but there’s no give. There’s no escape.

  This is it, I think as my cheek smashes against the floor with the lizard’s teeth locked around the back of my neck.

  The utter horror of my situation floods my veins with ice.

  I’m about to be fucking eaten.

  My eyes dart to the glass wall to my left and I wonder if the hairy guy on the other side is watching.

  Watching me meet my death.

  I don’t know why I care, but I do. Maybe it’s because he just didn’t seem to give a fuck… but then again, he probably couldn’t have helped me anyway.

  Just let it be quick, I silently pray and close my eyes as the lizard’s jaw tightens around me.

  One good snap and this will all be over with.

  I don’t want to suffer. Being slowly eaten alive is hands down the worse way to go out in my opinion.

  But then the pressure suddenly stops and something brushes against the cheeks of my ass.

  My eyes pop open in surprised horror.

  No… no… no... Anything but that.

  I begin to struggle again and once more the lizard’s jaw squeezes to subdue me.

  I cry out in helpless fury, unable to do much but lie here and take it.

  The penis brushes against my ass again and this time I can feel all those little hooks moving across my skin.

  Tears bursts from my eyes and I can’t stop the loud, ugly sobs that escape my lips as I realize I’m not only going to be eaten alive, but I’m probably going to be fucked on top of it.

  A loud, thunderous roar sounds out. Something crashes into the glass to my left with enough force to cause the lizard pinning me down to still.

  His jaw unlocks from around my neck and his head lifts.

  We both look towards the source of the sound and I see one of the giant bugs being slammed into the wall violently.

  The bug slams into the glass again and again, its head cracking open and green goo splattering all over the place.

  I’m so shocked, so stupefied by my situation, I don’t even try to use the lizard’s distraction to get away.

  The bug crumbles to the ground and the huge, hairy guy takes his place. He roars and begins to beat against the glass in a rage.

  A little spark of hope flares inside of me.

  Is he trying to get to me? Is he trying to help me?

  The glass cracks under the force of his blows, but shows no signs of actually breaking.

  I try to push up, off the floor, only to have the lizard’s jaws snap around me again. He forces me back down, and as my cheek meets the floor, I fear even if the hairy guy gets through the glass it will probably be too late for me.

  The claws around in my shoulders dig in and then I feel these awful stinging little pinches on the bottom of my ass cheeks.

  Oh my god… oh my god… Did the lizard guy’s penis hooks just attach to me?

  I hear a commotion coming from the hall, but I’m so focused on the stinging pain in my ass that I don’t look up to see what is happening.

  The little pinches begin to travel down and I scream.

  I just need to get some of this awful terror out of me.

  The pinches continue to travel down and I try to move my head, try to move my neck.

  Try to use the lizard’s teeth to put myself out of my own misery.

  The air in front of me moves and then I hear loud, frantic chittering.

  The lizard stiffens on top of me and makes this awful high-pitched whining noise.

  The frantic chittering continues, growing louder and louder. It’s starting to sound angry.

  The lizard whines again and his jaw tightens, crushing my windpipe. My vision begins to go fuzzy and it’s becoming harder and harder to breathe.

  Thin, insect-like legs appear in front of me. The world continues to grow darker and darker yet I can still feel the tiny little pinches moving.

  Burrowing.

  The pressure around my neck suddenly eases and the lizard-man lets out a rage-filled shriek.

  I gasp for air as the pinches stop. If I had the breath, I’d probably sob with relief.

  There’s more chittering and more bug legs appear in front of me. I finally get my eyes to focus again as the lizard’s weight leaves me completely.

  Looking up, I see half a dozen of those giant green bugs surrounding me. In their hands they hold these long metal rods and are using them to hit and zap the lizard, keeping him away from me.

  Holy shit, is this real? Am I actually saved?

  One of the giant bugs grasps my arm and yanks me up to my feet.

  My knees wobble and my legs threaten to give out on me.

  The bug chitters something I think is directed at me and yanks me forward, practically dragging me out of the cage and down the hall. I struggle to keep up with the bug’s longer stride but thankfully we don’t go far.

  No, he leads me right up to the cage with the huge hairy guy in it and shoves me inside.

  I manage to get both feet inside the cage before the door closes behind me.

  My world is still spinning and my heart can’t decide if it wants to slow down with relief or quicken with more anxiety.

  I take one look at the huge hairy guy advancing on me, his muscles rippling and his features still contoured with rage, and feel my eyes starting to rolling into the back of my head.

  Yeah, I think that’s enough fighting off scary looking aliens for me tonight.

  Chapter Three

  Test subject 731-Q

  As quickly as the rage entered my body, it leaves. The shakes and tremors aren’t extreme, but I definitely need to sit back down as the hormones that raced through my body dissipate.

  Thankfully, they bring her, the little female, in before I fall on my own ass. But as her eyes roll back in her head, I jump to grab her before she completely collapses.

  Damn. What in the stars did I think I would gain from getting her? What am I supposed to do with a female in my cage?

  It’s not like I’m one of their breeding projects. What were they thinking?

  She’s soft. And the smell that so enflamed my senses just minutes ago fills my nose with hints of that same muskiness. From the dirt and grime that’s been building up on her body, I doubt they’ve bathed her in days.

  Naked as the day she was born.

  I can’t let her stay dirty like this, and yet where is there a bathing pod? Certainly not around here.

  Letting out a long sigh, I lift her up into my arms. Carrying her like a child, I move us over to the one corner they allow me to use without molestation. Sitting back into the corner of the cell, I pull a blanket around us both.

  Damn.

  Slowly, I move the hair from her face and look down at her delicate features. Such looks are not found in my race. We do not have the small chins with large eyes, nor the finely defined neck and shoulders.

  Letting out my tongue, I do the one thing my race only does for someone very close to us. I let my tongue be the cleaning instrument as I lap the dirt off her face. She’s been through a lot, I can taste it. There’s sweat, and dirt of course, but from her pores I can taste the after-effects of many sedation drugs.

  The Gararl across from us is raging as he watches me clean what was surely his prize. To the black abyss with him. I have her, if he wants her back he can come to me and try it.

  Smirking at him, I begin to lick her hair as I groom her. Even if I didn’t have these cravings to keep her as my own, I would enjoy the rage that he exhibits at losing his toy.

  Her hair is matted in spots and it’s this that I take my time on. I doubt showing this amount of emotion for the bugs is going to bring any kind of good, but I can’t help it. Removing so much of the dirt and oils brings out her natural scent and it fills me with the nourishment I have been unknowingly craving.

  I can feel my body loosening up from the tension that has been there all along.

  Damnable stars, this is not what I want.

  I am
an outcast from a society who I’m already dead to. What can I bring this female even if I… Damn!

  The course was set before the stars long before I came to them. I have no choice but to follow it.

  Deciding to let the stars do as they will, I let my mind blank out as I continue to groom her.

  My hands slide first down across her shoulders and arms, then down to her hips. They are narrow, unlike the wide set women of my race whose body closely match my own. She is soft and curved where they are not. Her chest, though I do not touch, looks soft and supple. The women of my race have muscular ones.

  Her stomach has just the faintest hint of softness to it, and I marvel as I run my hands over it. Her hip bones have an indentation next to them and my tongue almost aches at the thought of licking there in a very non-grooming like way.

  Shaking my head slightly at the thoughts, I look to the noise coming from across the cell and to the hallway.

  There, the Gararl raises his short-armed fists into the air in triumph as a small, blue-skinned Paxzy gets shoved into his cage.

  Damn. Maybe I should have tried for two girls. A Paxzy to a bastard like the Gararl is like a drug.

  He’s going to destroy that one.

  Cradling my small female in my arms, I place my hands over her ears as the screams start.

  The blue-skinned girl is slammed into the glass.

  Glaring at me, the Gararl doesn’t go easy on her, and I can feel my incisors extending down out of my mouth. Flashing him a cruel smile, I swear a small oath to myself that I will destroy his very essence if I ever get the chance.

  Thankfully, the screams are over as quickly as they started.

  I can’t fathom what the Crima bugs have in store for my little female and me. It’s not as if I have been the perfect specimen for them. Maybe my compliance is what they want. I don’t know.

  But if they try to take her from me now, I’ll use their bodies to paint the glass.

  Her scent, it pulls at my chest. It makes me ache in my heart. In my soul, perhaps.

  But should I have a soul when my own race removed me from the books of life?

  Was it my fault I pulled away from tradition to forge a new path? Should I have accepted the blind following of their supreme leaders, the Crima? Was not taking a new path to our own freedom the course of the stars?