by Jay Cannon
“That’s when I jumped in and broke it up. I wound up having to stun a couple of them before they backed down. I don’t mind people letting off steam but they were going too far. I sent your friend home in a cab and brought you home with me.”
Uan looked at Betty. She was a five-foot eight-inch tall brunette, and built like a wrestler. He could see how she would make a good cop. She was tough, fearless, and strong. Her uniform was draped over an armchair in the corner of the bedroom. She was wearing a leather bra with matching panties and a pair of fishnet stockings. A chest of drawers in the opposite corner of the bedroom was covered in candles, most of which were lighted. The only other light in the bedroom came from a dim bulb in a lamp on an end table next to the bed.
Uan lay on a queen size bed with his hands and feet bound to the bedposts with Velcro straps made of nylon with long tethers. A blue-striped sheet covered the bed and there were three pillows with royal blue silk pillowcases. One supported Uan’s head.
“Now that you’ve heard how I saved your drunken ass, this is where you say thank you.”
“As I said before, I do not say thank you,” replied Uan defiantly. “However, because of your helpfulness, if you let me go now I promise not to kill you, Betty.”
“My name is Betty, but you will address me as Dominatrix. When I slap you, you say thank you.”
“Have you lost your mind? Let me go now or you will feel my wrath.”
Betty stepped onto the bed, straddled Uan’s waist, and slapped him hard across the face. Uan tensed his body and screamed, almost throwing Betty from the bed. She ignored his outburst and repeated, “When I slap you, you say thank you.” Slap!
Figure 11. Betty on bed straddling Uan
Uan screamed again, to no avail. “When I slap you, you say thank you.” Slap!
Uan screamed once again, more from anger than pain. Then, slap!
Uan acquiesced. “Thank you, damn it!”
“My title is Dominatrix, not damn it.” She slapped him again.
“Thank you, Dominatrix!”
“Much better. I have to admit that got me worked up. What about you?”
Uan just looked at her in puzzlement. She looked at the sheet covering Uan’s lower body. “Looks like tent city to me, and I want to feel the tip of your spear. I like the way you smell too. Do you taste as good as you smell?” Betty asked with a seductive smile. “Let’s just get to the main course. When I slap you, you say take me!” Slap!
“Not again,” replied Uan. “I am not mating with an Earth woman.”
“That’s not what your penis says. And you can call me what you want, but this session is going to end with your tent collapsing inside me. Now admit what your penis has already confessed.” Slap!
Uan screamed in annoyance. Slap! It’s not that the slaps were painful. They were humiliating. Slap!
Uan relented. “Take me, Dominatrix.”
“Oh I will, baby. I will.” Betty grabbed a condom from the drawer in the end table, pulled back the sheet and rolled it over Uan’s odd looking but well-endowed manhood.
“Very nice piece of equipment you got there. Lucky me, I’m wearing my crotch-less panties which will make it easy to insert you without having to undress. I hate to expose myself to someone I just met.”
Betty slid on top of Uan and began to ride him like a banshee stuck on a cattle prod. Uan was getting excited despite the humiliation he had experienced. His initial embarrassment was quickly consumed by the sexual emotions that washed over him. He found himself thrusting against Betty’s every movement. Betty grabbed her nightstick and wet the end in her mouth.
“I’m ready to climax and I’m taking you with me,” Betty panted. She used the nightstick on Uan, which made him sit up in the bed bug-eyed. Betty put her hands around his neck and pushed him back down. As she choked him as hard as she could, emotions welled up inside her. Betty shook her head from side to side and her long brunette hair waved in the air.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed.
Her excitement pulled Uan along and for the first time he was having an orgasm driven by someone else. He groaned loudly and collapsed on the bed, wallowing in his moment of weakness.
Betty collapsed on his chest. She looked up and tenderly kissed Uan on his lips. Uan was too exhausted to resist. She climbed off the bed, retrieved her nightstick, released his hands and feet, then walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Uan was totally conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted to kill her for the depths of humiliation to which she had made him submit. On the other hand, he had found the salacious experience quite stimulating. Earthlings were definitely a complex species. Uan found his things at the foot of the bed. He dressed himself, grabbed his spear, and went for the bathroom door. He grabbed the doorknob and froze. He couldn’t make himself to go in and execute her. Uan backed away from the door and quietly left Betty’s apartment.
Uan was perplexed by what had just transpired. On his planet, the females were never the aggressors. The males battled for the privilege of mating with the females. The toughest male got the most sought-after female and the weakest got the least sought-after. He wanted to kill Betty, but killing a female on his planet was unheard of. They bore the children and maintained the villages while the men hunted and defended the village. It was the rare female who wanted to become a warrior.
Ossies didn’t pair up in the manner of many species. They typically mated and moved on, though they often spent time with their male offspring, teaching them to become men. Ossie mating rituals consisted of the males competing against rivals for the attention of the females. Available females, typically fourteen or older, wore braided gold crowns made from vines and flowers to advertise their availability.
Uan was dispassionate when it came to humans. He considered them a weak species. He had no qualms about killing them – men or women – though he wished they put up more of a fight. Not only were humans genetically inferior when it came to toughness, they also let themselves succumb to their fears.
Uan respected that Betty had the courage to force him into submission and then release him without fear for her safety. To kill her would have been to betray a flaw of character and ego. And he couldn’t deny that, somewhere in the far reaches of his mind, he had enjoyed the experience. She had come after him, she had not been afraid of him, and she had derived pleasure from mating with him.
Uan arrived at his apartment thirty minutes later. Calvin was there to greet him.
“Where’ve you been?” Calvin asked. “I was worried about you.”
“Some crazy woman, who said she was with the police, had me tied up in her bed all night.”
“That sounds like it could have been fun. Did you know that you bleed blue blood? On Earth that makes you royalty.”
Uan ignored him, but Calvin continued anyway. “Those guys from last night were trying to beat it all out of you. You’d probably still be there if that lady cop hadn’t saved you.”
“She said you were hurt trying to protect me.”
“Don’t worry about it. I just got banged up a bit, is all. Nothing that a bit of time and rum can’t cure. I was more worried about what might happen to you. But it appears that you survived just fine.”
“You put yourself at risk to save me. Thanks.” said Uan with a tone of reluctance in his voice.
“Excuse me. I didn’t quite catch that,” said Calvin, surprised to hear that word from Uan’s lips.
“I said thanks. It is your custom, not mine.”
“You shoved me to the ground for exercising that custom, as I recall.”
“I shoved you for hugging me. And I did not understand the importance of your thank you custom until this morning. Now I do. How about I teach you some more combat moves? I would enjoy that more than this emotional conversation.”
“I would like that. Does that mean we are friends?”
“No! We are brothers.”
CHAPTER 41
MORGAN MAKE
S IT HOME
Morgan walked through the door early the next morning as his foster mother was cooking breakfast. He looked completely worn out, and Pico was a dark shade of blue.
“Boy, where have you been?” She asked unhappily.
Morgan walked to the refrigerator to get a lemon for Pico. “I had to walk home from Virginia.”
“Virginia? What were you doing there? And wash your hands before going into the refrigerator.”
“I got stuck in a hot air balloon and that’s where it landed.”
“I’m not going to ask how that happened,” said Cheryl in disbelief. “Why didn’t you just call me or catch a cab?”
“I thought you would be mad at me and I didn’t have money for a cab.”
“You don’t think I’m angry now? You could have paid for the cab when you got home. Hold on.” She reached for her purse. “Here’s fifty dollars. Next time call a cab. Better yet, stay out of hot air balloons, or whatever nonsense you were into.” She chuckled. “How many pancakes do you want?”
“A hundred,” replied Morgan.
“Well, you’re going to get four to start with, once you wash your hands. Sit down at the table. I’ll get you that stack of pancakes with a couple of eggs over medium and some bacon. How does that sound?”
“That sounds great. Just let me put Pico to bed first and I’ll be right back,” said Morgan as he ran for the basement.
Cheryl just shook her head, wondering if Morgan was going crazy.
Morgan placed Pico on his bed, cut open the lemon and placed Pico’s hand in the hole, and gave him a fresh batch of nails. He leaned over Pico and kissed him on the forehead. “Thanks for saving my life, Pico. I know you don’t sleep, but you deserve a rest. Just lay here and recuperate while I have breakfast and I’ll be right back to rest with you.”
Pico felt warm inside. He hadn’t felt this happy since he was at home with his family.
Morgan went upstairs to eat. After breakfast, he took a shower and lay down next to Pico and went to sleep. Pico closed his eyes and enjoyed being there next to Morgan. But he kept his mind’s eye open for any indication of the assassin.
Morgan didn’t wake up until 3:00 that afternoon. He decided to stay at home, out of view of any possible assailants. He called the hospital to check on his mother, but Dr. Turner had left for the day. His mother had been moved from her room, which was in disarray after Uan was thrown through the window. The nurse told Morgan that Dr. Turner had run some tests on his mother, but she was unaware of the results.
Morgan replaced Pico’s lemon and nails, and then fixed a late lunch for himself. His foster parents were at work, and his foster brothers had all left the house as well, so he was alone there with Pico. Morgan got dressed and decided to take the opportunity to clean up the house without distractions.
CHAPTER 42
CALVIN BECOMES JAMES BOND
Captain Shisal was overseeing the final work to reconfigure the Andrea’s storage areas. The workers were still twelve hours from completion, though he didn’t dare complain. He was happy not to have inspectors quarantining his ship and inspecting it for who knows what. While waiting for the work to complete, Shisal had ordered having periodic maintenance and testing performed on all the ship’s systems and equipment. All departments were performing readiness drills in preparation for departure.
The most important part of the drills was rehearsing the attack plan for the planet Earth. They had to quickly disarm and remove all nuclear weapons before they could be used. Major military forces had to be neutralized. While they weren’t much of a threat to his forces, Shisal didn’t want them destroying valuable resources or releasing some sort of biological or chemical agents into the air.
Large population centers would have their inhabitants transferred to holding areas on the ship. Then the minerals would need to be mined, starting with processed material such as grain stores, gold depots, and warehouses. These activities required meticulous coordination and timing. Captain Shisal did not want any mistakes on his last mission. Their delayed departure was already jeopardizing their element of surprise. The escaped alien was an additional unknown that made the captain uncomfortable.
“Communications!” he ordered.
“Aye, captain,” replied the communications officer.
“Let the XO know he needs to report to the ship within eight hours.”
“Aye aye, captain.”
“All departments, report and prepare hourly reports until we are underway. Deploy the underway watch. Have them investigate any and all anomalies. Logistics, perform a crew count. I want everyone accounted for and all stowaways exterminated. By the numbers, everyone!” Shisal pounded his fist on the arm of his chair. “I want a flawless deployment.”
“Captain Shisal, this is the interrogation office. One of our Earth spies brought in a captive that he says knows the whereabouts of nuclear material. He suggests that we interrogate the prisoner for the information.”
“That’s your job. Why are you bothering me?”
“He would like to get a finder’s fee for the info.”
“Give him ten thousand Shekels for the body and tell him he’ll get an additional half million if we retrieve the material. If he asks for more, tell him to come up here and try to beat it out of me,” the captain concluded with a laugh.
“As you wish, captain.”
The interrogation officer relayed the message to the spy who was happy to accept the offer. The spy returned home and the interrogation officer focused his attention on the prisoner. He addressed the Tajik prisoner in his own language.
“We brought you here to tell us the location of the stolen nuclear material. If you tell us what we want to know, we won’t harm you. If you resist we will torture you.”
“I don’t care,” responded the prisoner. “I will never betray my people. We need that material to fund our revolution. I will take its location to my grave.”
“Fine. You can share a cell with Uri.”
The interrogation officer left the room and called down to the security office.
“Burkoff, throw a large fresh carcass into a small cell and have Uri sit in it with his shirt off. Put some blood on him and then come and get my prisoner.”
Burkoff laughed questioningly. “The ‘Uri’s asleep’ routine?”
“That’s right. Please stream the video from the interior of the cell to my monitor. I always love to watch how prisoners react to Uri.”
Burkoff prepared the cell and conveyed the prisoner to it.
“You’ll be sharing a cell with Uri. He just ate and he’s sleeping, so you should be okay for a while. You’ll have plenty of time to pray or whatever you need to do to prepare for the inevitable. Whatever you do, don’t wake him up. You’re his next meal and you want to delay that as long as possible.”
“What do you mean?” said the wide-eyed prisoner.
“We’re out of food for the behemoth, so we’re feeding him prisoners. Here we are. Remember to be quiet.” Burkoff shoved the prisoner into the cell and quietly closed the door.
The prisoner, shaking with fear, turned around to survey the three-meter by three-meter space, dimly lit by a solitary light on the ceiling. The air smelled putrid. On the floor in front of him were the bloody bones of some creature he couldn’t identify. On a bunk to the right, Uri snored away. He was a massive, smelly creature covered in scales. The fingers of his enormous hands were tipped with pointed bloody fingernails. He had jaws that could easily snap the prisoner in two. He wanted to whimper but didn’t dare.
The prisoner stepped past the pile of bones and hid below Uri’s bunk. He lay there shaking and wondering how long he had left. Two hours passed and although he was tired beyond belief, he couldn’t allow himself to fall asleep. At that moment Uri let out a bloodcurdling scream that shook the walls of the small cell. He grabbed one of the large bloody bones and flung it against the far wall. Shattered bone fragments rained down on the floor. Uri lumbered to the cell doo
r, pounded on it and screamed at the top of his lungs.
The prisoner hides below Uri’s bunk
The prisoner was so consumed with fear that he urinated on himself. The stream flowed from underneath the bunk into the center of the cell. Uri ceased his pounding and sniffed the air. He looked down, saw the stream of urine, and slid a finger through it and put it in his mouth. He made a sort of a grunting laugh then reached under the bed and pulled out the prisoner with one hand.
Uri held the prisoner in front of him and gave him a little smile that exposed two large rows of sharp teeth. Uri stuck out his tongue and licked the prisoner across his face and neck. The scent was more than the prisoner could stand and he vomited onto the floor. He mustered up some courage and punched Uri on his small round nose. Uri’s smile left his face and he flung the prisoner violently against the cell door.
The prisoner pounded on the door, screaming, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk. Please don’t let him eat me.”
The door opened and a security guard pulled the prisoner from the cell. An hour later laughter could be heard coming from the security office.
“Play that again, Junie. I can’t get enough of Uri tasting that guy’s piss. Uri, what were you thinking?” said the security officer.
“What can I say? I love piss. Especially when I created it. I swear he soiled his pants.”
“Yeah, you’re right about that.”
“Security, I got that info for you,” reported an interrogator. “It’s loaded in the Earth mission dossier.”
“Thanks. I’ll let the captain know,” replied the security officer. “Captain, security here. We got the Earth prisoner to talk. The info is in the Earth mission dossier.”
“Send the info to Uan. Tell him to retrieve the material and store it on our ship down there. Let the ship know to pick him up.”
“Aye, captain,” replied the security officer, signing off.