Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“You are going to come with me now. You will obey my every command. You will do as you are told, or I will make you suffer even worse than you already have. I will enjoy the cruelty of it.”
“I…”
He does whatever it is that makes the pain rack my body. It feels like there could be a device I can’t see, or maybe it’s some kind of mental or spiritual thing.
“Stand up,” he says. “Be still.”
I do as he tells me, because I can clearly not escape by running.
“Where are you going to take me? To hell?”
“Human, I am going to take you to the stars.”
I am taken apart in an instant, and reformed in a big metal area. I can tell that I am inside some kind of a machine. There are no machines in the village, but there are big metal drums, and this feels like being inside one of them.
The creature is with me, doing things to me, wrapping things around my neck and my wrists. Cuffs and collar, and then…
“What are you doing?” I squeal as I am tipped over a solid rubber bench.
My cheeks are spread, and a thick rubber plug is pushed inside my ass. A generous amount of lube is provided, but little time to adjust. I feel my ass spread wide, the tight ring of muscle snug around the tool.
“Preparing you for what is to come. Be quiet. Be submissive.”
“Leave me alone!”
“Animal, you will never be left alone again,” he laughs cruelly, grabbing me up from the bench and tossing me into a room full of other women. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light, and when they do I wish they hadn’t.
There are at least a dozen women in here. They are clad in very little, and all of them look miserable. Most of them don’t look at me. I get the feeling that they don’t want to see someone else brought into their hell.
I look at them, though. I want to see what is going to happen to me. I am scanning for injuries. I see plenty. Mostly superficial, but very unpleasant looking.
And then I see someone I know.
My heart drops into my stomach.
“Seeker?”
She looks so frightened she is barely recognizable. Her mass of curls hangs limp and greasy around her face. She has a nasty bruise on her right cheek and chin. Someone has hurt her.
I turn and throw myself at the bars.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” I scream in the direction the tentacled alien went. “I’m going to fucking kill you all!”
“Quiet in there! Or we’ll come in with the lash!”
The women let out a collective gasp of horror and move away from me with great haste. Even Seeker slides away with the others. Whatever is done to them is obviously terrible. And it will soon be done to me.
If I am afraid, I feel it as rage.
“Please, don’t,” Seeker says. “We’ve all tried fighting. There’s no use. They’re so much stronger than we are. They have machines and tools and…” she trails off.
“What is happening?”
“They sell us,” she says. “They let creatures with all manner of awful bodies mate with us. Sometimes several a day.”
I feel even more rage inside me so complete I can hardly handle it. I am so completely infuriated. Memories are trying to break through. I can feel their content, even though I can’t bring it to mind.
“Feisty, are we?”
Tentacle face is back, carrying a thick leather lash that looks like one of his tentacles, but it’s dead and floppy and attached to a stick.
“Come out and learn your lesson,” he says, opening the door.
I step out immediately. It’s hard to be staunch when you have a plug you didn’t ask for in your butt; however I refuse to let that fact humiliate me.
Before the tentacle face can say anything, I kick his knee as hard as I possibly can in the wrong direction. His scream of pain tells me he might be used to hurting women, but he is not used to taking damage.
Fighting, I discover, is not locked away from me in my memories. Fighting is very much at the top of my mind. Fighting can be about technique, or skill. It can be about strength and pure might. But what it’s really about is how fucking insane someone is prepared to be, and how much feral damage they are willing to do. As I hurl myself at the stumbling creature with a mind to gouge its eyes out, it turns out I am willing to do an almost endless amount.
It screams as my weak, but nasty fingers find its sockets.
“Come on!” I yell to the others. “He’s just a fucking fish!”
He’s obviously not a fish. He’s some kind of water demon, maybe. I don’t know where we are. Maybe this is what’s going on up in the floating cities. Maybe we’ve been under all of this horror the whole time.