Commander's Slave (MF)

Alien Warriors 2

Etopia Press

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 31,765
2 Ratings (4.5)

Only the fiercest alien warrior can tame her human heart…

After the destruction of the peace treaty between Earth and the invading Kall, First Daughter of the United States Betsy Carson is convicted for crimes she did not commit in an act of political revenge. Sentenced to a lifetime of slavery on the Kall homeworld, she expects the rest of her days to be a constant struggle for survival, and when she finds herself naked on the auction block, staring into the eyes of a disgusting Kall who’s made the opening bid, she prays for anything but the misery and despair of being his. Fortunately, he’s outbid by a gentle, older man, who brings her to his mountain home as a gift for his brother, a fierce Kall warrior who loathes humans and blames them for the deaths of his wife and sons in the war with Earth. Her hopes to be left alone by her new master are dashed when he orders her to sleep in his bed, and she soon discovers disobedience will earn her a firm, bare-bottom spanking from the strong warrior.

Commander Edek enjoys disciplining the spirited Betsy, who grows more eager to submit to his dominance and obey his demands. And he finds owning a petite human slave has other benefits as well. Her silken red hair, sparkling blue eyes, and soft curves entice him to forget the past, and her sweet presence calms the storm of grief raging in his heart. But his new world is shattered when he arrives home one day to find her missing, and Edek’s skills as a Kall warrior are put to the ultimate test…

Contains spanking and light BDSM

Commander's Slave (MF)
2 Ratings (4.5)

Commander's Slave (MF)

Alien Warriors 2

Etopia Press

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 31,765
2 Ratings (4.5)
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Chapter One

Earth, 2070Please don’t let them kill me.Deep hunger pains ripped through Betsy Carson’s stomach as she stared at the old Kall judge who prepared to announce her fate. Though humanlike, his large stature and remarkable musculature were distinctly alien. His wrinkled skin was a shade too red to resemble any race of humans. His eyes were a soft blue, but a frightening darkness spread through them as he listed her crimes for the courtroom witnesses. Amidst his heavily accented words, she picked out sabotage, conspiracy, and something about illegal weapons. None of it was true, but she still expected to be found guilty of each and every trumped-up charge.The judge began to address the courtroom in the native Kall tongue. Gasps and outraged cries swelled around her. Cold accusing eyes fixed on her from all directions. The only pity and kindness she glimpsed as the judge condemned her came from the few humans who sat in the room, most of them journalists huddled in the front opposite row. She bit her lip and fought the urge to spring to her feet, to openly curse the Kall for putting so much effort into this farce of a trial, to scream the truth to the journalists in hopes that one of them would be brave enough to dig deeper and report it.Three Kall in combat uniforms jumped up to point and shout at her. Hatred radiated off their massive forms, their muscles tense and their faces bright red. Spittle flew from their mouths as their volume rose. Two guards intervened and prevented them from exiting their row. Closing her eyes as the interruption died down, she recalled her former life as the daughter of the President of the United States with a smidge of guilt. She’d taken so much for granted, and it had all been stripped away.She glanced over her shoulder at Layla, remembering the horrible things her friend claimed happened to humans who wronged the Kall. She could be locked up forever, put to death, sold as a slave, or forced to work in the harshest mine on the aliens’ homeworld. If she wasn’t sentenced to death, she hoped the alternative didn’t make her wish for it.“Guilty on all charges!” The judge’s voice thundered through the courtroom and cut the final thread of hope Betsy had been clinging to.Guilty. Pain squeezed her heart. Triumphant shouts in the Kall tongue spread through the massive room and deepened her sorrow. None of them knew her, but she was human, and that was enough. They were happy she’d been found guilty and rejoiced over the yet unannounced punishment she would endure. A death sentence would probably make them weep tears of joy.The judge stood up on his podium and leveled a stern look at the noisy crowd until silence once again blanketed the courtroom. Now was the time for sentencing, and the seconds dragged on like hours as she waited.Please don’t let them kill me.As the old Kall judge took his seat, Betsy’s stomach twisted and convulsed. Her heart pounded and her hands felt clammy in her lap. At least the accused in a Kall court didn’t have to stand for judgment. Under no circumstances would her legs work right now.“Betsy Carson, First Daughter of the United States, you are sentenced to a lifetime of slavery in the Sumlin District on the Kall homeworld. Upon your arrival you will be sold at auction to the highest bidder, and I have no doubt you will spend the rest of your days regretting your crimes.” Kall words came next, thick throaty words as he translated the sentence for all to hear.Lifetime of slavery…sold to the highest bidder…rest of your days. The judge’s words replayed in her mind as she clutched the arms of her chair. Moments later, two Kall guards escorted her through a side entrance and away from the rejoicing courtroom. She caught sight of Layla’s terror-stricken face just before they pulled her through the door.The following hours blurred together. The guards transported Betsy to a crude detention center, similar to the one she’d been kept in during the last few weeks, where a counselor gave her a crash course in Kall slavery. Address the Kall who purchases you as Master. Never look your master in the eye. Obey your master in all things. Do not speak unless asked a question. Shocked into silence, she sat pliantly as the counselor rattled on and on about obedience and how to get in the proper slave mindset, whatever that meant.Next came the visit from a doctor who claimed Betsy needed an immunization before interplanetary travel. Although she’d visited many planets over the years and thought she’d gotten every type of vaccination necessary, she didn’t argue over the shot.“You’ll feel a slight pinch,” the doctor said.The needle pierced her skin and the medicine burned going in. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. Just as the pain in her arm faded, the dizziness began. Strong hands gripped her as she slumped forward. Bastards, she thought as blackness swallowed her up.She awoke an indiscernible amount of time later on a cold floor, her mind fuzzy and her head pounding worse than any migraine she’d ever experienced. When she sat up, a powerful wave of nausea doubled her over, and she held her breath and remained still until the sickness passed. Betsy’s awareness returned in fragments—a piece here, a piece there—until the entire ugly picture that was her reality crashed down on her, heavy and unforgiving.She was alone. Her eyes regained their focus but there wasn’t much to see. Four dull gray walls, a toilet, a sink, and a thin brown blanket served as her only companions. A small, oval-shaped light glimmered on the low ceiling. The blanket, which was wrapped around her shoulders, smelled of smoke and mildew. She pushed it off, only to feel the cold air hit her bare skin. Where were her clothes? She couldn’t remember a thing after the shot.Stupid Kall and their stupid drugs. She pulled the blanket around her again and shuddered. While she’d never seen the inside of a Kall spaceship, she assumed she was already en route for the alien homeworld. The floor held a faint vibration she recognized from interstellar travel, and the air was stale—probably as a result of being constantly recirculated. How many other humans were bound for the Kall homeworld? The detention center where she’d spent the two weeks since her capture had been crowded with humans. Surely she wouldn’t be the only slave on the auction block.A noise along one of the walls set her heart to racing. Then a doorway appeared as a section of the wall slid up with a hiss that caused her to wince and cup her ears.Black, hard eyes met with hers. Dread prickled her spine, and Betsy stared aghast as the large Kall advanced in her direction. He stood over seven feet tall and was made of solid muscle, his skin the same reddish shade as most of his kind. She withdrew from her spot on the floor before he reached her, huddling against the wall as she clutched the dank blanket like a shield. She pressed her eyes shut.“Don’t touch me,” she said, too afraid to meet his gaze.He grunted. “Do you know where you are, human?”“Enlighten me.”“This is the Merrina, a Kall slaveship.”Her breath hitched and her spirits plummeted to her feet. His words had only confirmed the terrible truth she’d already known, but hearing it aloud was a blow to the stomach. “Wh-when will I be sold at auction?” she asked, careful to keep her chin tucked down.“The Merrina will reach Sumlin District in seven days. Until then you will not leave this room. A guard will bring you meals. Do not bother trying to escape, because if you give us any trouble, Remfy here will be paying you a visit.”Remfy? Betsy glanced up and noticed a fat vampire snake slithering out from the neckline of the Kall’s shirt. She gasped and scooted backward along the wall, desperate to put space between her and the deadly reptile. The Kall laughed and lovingly stroked the head of the creature draping itself around his shoulders.Betsy quaked inside and vowed to be the quietest passenger to ever travel on this ship. Vampire snakes paralyzed their prey with a venomous bite and then proceeded to suck every last drop of blood from a still-warm body—a painful, slow death she’d heard horror stories about.“He hasn’t eaten in a while.”“I won’t give you any trouble,” she whispered, closing her eyes once more. She didn’t open them until the Kall’s footsteps retreated and the door hissed shut.With empty time on her hands, she had nothing to do but ruminate over her past mistakes and bleed for the happy ending she would never know. The Kall aliens wanted to see her punished for breaking her betrothal to one of their most powerful warriors. Since she’d broken the treaty and caused an uproar that required a massive cover-up to prevent more blood from spilling, false charges had been brought against her to ensure she would receive the punishment she deserved.She recalled her recent conversations with Layla, who was her closest friend, as well as a White House aide and an expert in Kall culture. The imposter woman who’d married her betrothed, Merokk, was treated like a queen and lived in a luxurious house in Washington D.C. Layla claimed the couple was happy and in love, though the woman had been reluctant at first to marry a Kall. If only Betsy hadn’t been such a coward and run away, then she might be the one happily married. At least she’d still be on Earth. The only place she’d see Earth again would be in her dreams.

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