Alien's Bride: Lisette

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Alien’s Bride: Lisette

by

Yamila Abraham

Cover by Archie the Redcat

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***

Jorenkis stomped into the laboratory
with enough force to agitate the delicate specimen on Prax-Denay’s
micro unit. He managed to stay focused on the short-lived bacterium
despite his jaw tensing in anger. His superior was not only late,
but deigned to invade the most delicate area of his lab.

“
Let’s talk, Prax. Come into
my office.”

“
Later!”

“
No. Now. And if I were you
I’d watch my tone.”

Prax-Denay clenched his teeth and tried
to focus on increasing his magnification. “This specimen is only
vital for twelve segments. Stop disturbing me, you
moron.”

“
I really couldn’t care less
about whatever you think you’re doing,” Jorenkis said. Prax-Denay
knew this was true enough. The young aristocrat had very little
concept of what went on in the lab. “Put it aside and come into my
office. I’ve decided you’ll need to accept castration if you wish
to continue your research.”

Prax-Denay lifted his head from the
instrument slowly. An icy feeling seeped into his stomach and then
regurgitated back upwards to turn his saliva cold. He looked at the
spoiled blond Dak-Hiliah whom he’d been forced to work under.
Jorenkis stood with his arms crossed.

“
What are you talking
about?”

“
Oh? You’re going to listen
now? Your precious specimen not so damn important after
all?”

Prax-Denay looked back at his equipment
and tried to reason through his hysteria. Jorenkis was joking or
toying with him. He had to be. How could anyone be so glib about
dismembering another Dak-Hiliah?

But Jorenkis’ caste were the
loudest advocates of
Etiken
castration. His manservant Shay-Henker had the
procedure. Prax-Denay’s own brother had submitted to it. Perhaps
Jorenkis’ constant revulsion toward him had been because he’d
defied that perverse custom. Was his superior truly so
insane?

“
Why?” Prax-Denay
said.

“
Another scientist is
joining this lab. An Earth slave. A female.” Jorenkis lifted his
nose. “You’re supposed to be focusing on the physiology of
Dak-Hiliah and human hybrids now that we’re interbreeding with
them. This woman is apparently some biology expert.” He sneered.
“You obviously can’t be around a female…intact.”

“
Why not?” He was yelling.
The fool made his blood boil.

“
Really, Prax? You know why.
And I’m not referring to the old stereotypes. Our sacred druid
decreed—”

“
The decree from Druid
Archment applies to Dak-Hiliah noblewomen! Not human slaves! And
only manservants get castrated. I’m the greatest scientist our
people have ever known!”

“
Oh, spare me your egotism.
Archment said Etikens may only breed with those within their caste.
If you leave the Etiken district you should be castrated. That’s
the only way to make sure our former high druid is obeyed.” He drew
a long breath. “Now, concessions were made for you because you’ve
apparently produced some work of merit. Women are practically
extinct anyway. But then, here we are. A woman is coming to the
lab. She’ll be working with you. It just has to be done. It’s
irresponsible for me to allow you to be around her
otherwise.”

Prax-Denay’s chest heaved as he
listened. He felt himself nearing hyperventilation.

“
This is a good thing, Prax.
I know from my experience with Henker that castration really helps
with temperament. Your anger will finally get under control. Maybe
it will help with your attitude, also.”

“
Shut up!” Spittle sprang
forth with the shout. “Don’t claim you’re doing this to obey the
fucking druid and then jabber that bigoted drivel!”

Jorenkis scoffed.

“
I refuse! It’s a monstrous
request—“

“
Monstrous for an Etiken to
get castrated?”

“—
And if you had any decency
you’d know that!”

“
Then I’m shutting down the
lab.” Jorenkis shrugged. “You can go back to the slums.”

“
Go ahead and try! The High
Council will never allow it. You answer to Matoranis and he knows
how important my work is. You’ll shame yourself for even mentioning
this request! You think our new compassionate druid is in favor of
Etiken castration? This could be just the catalyst to get this
damned abomination finally banned forever.”

Jorenkis groaned and rubbed his hands
over his face. “Of course you have to make things difficult. You’re
like a child. You throw a tantrum every time I order you to do
anything.”

Prax-Denay trembled with
anger.

His superior huffed. “Fine. I won’t
pursue it.” His eyes narrowed. “But let’s get one thing understood:
this woman, scientist or not, is a potential bride. I’m claiming
her. We’re as good as married. Got it?”

“
That’s a violation of the
surrender agreement with Earth.”

“
It’s not a violation if
she’s willing. I’m going to charm her into marrying me. I expect
you to be your normal abhorrent self so she’ll hate you as much as
I do. And keep your Etiken hands off her. I see so much as a pat on
her shoulder and I’ll accuse you of trying to seduce her. I’ll have
you shot with a sedative and under a robot surgeon the same
day.”

Prax-Denay spoke through his clenched
teeth. “Then I’ll have you shot—with a laser straight through your
smug racist head.”

“
Psh. No you won’t.” He
turned on his heel and left.

Prax-Denay still trembled. After
several moments he forced himself to check the specimen. Of course
it was dead.

There was no need of a second scientist
in his lab. She was just an excuse for Jorenkis to subjugate him.
He loathed the thought of a bumbling slave meddling with his
instruments. Even worse was the threat she represented. How could
Jorenkis speak of castration? He was disgusting.

Prax-Denay wasn’t some lowly manservant
and nor was he the animalistic sex fiend his ancestors were
unfairly portrayed as. He was the discoverer of Instajant vaccine.
Every Dak-Hiliah, nay, nearly every species in the universe, owed
him a debt of gratitude.

Hopefully Jorenkis would hurry up and
marry the human wretch so the repugnant threat she represented to
him could be removed.

***

When the slave colony leader Dugan told
Lisette that Lord Elentinus wanted to see her, the small woman
didn’t panic. Lisette knew she’d always been obedient. There wasn’t
any chance he wanted to punish her with one of those hideous force
field collars.

As she walked behind Dugan out of the
massive Quonset hut containing her bunk she wondered if Elentinus
was displeased because she wasn’t pregnant. A quarter of the women
in the slave colony were supposed to be pregnant at all times. This
caused her some distress. She’d love to be married, but the women
outnumbered the men in the colony two to one. A mousey dark-haired
woman like Lisette, who was short and past 30, couldn’t hope to
compete with the colony’s plentiful supply of curvaceous younger
women.

Elentinus was seated at one of the
white plastic folding tables in their meeting house. His
cruel-looking servant was with him, but Lisette couldn’t take her
timid stare away from Elentinus. The Dak-Hiliah had blue skin with
snaking crimson markings and horns like a billy goat. All that
aside, he was gorgeous: hulking and muscular, with wispy white hair
framing the handsome face of a god. Lisette had never seen him this
close. Yes, she knew he was married to a woman everyone referred to
as ‘the traitor,’ but he still made her heart go
pitter-patter.

“
Lisette Bellamy,” Elentinus
said while gesturing to the chair before him. “Please
sit.”

He spoke to her in English so she was
able to obey at once. She adjusted her simple brown dress to sit on
the folding chair before Elentinus and his servant.

“
Leave, Dugan,” Elentinus
said.

Lisette’s hair pricked up on the back
of her neck.

“
No.” The portion of Dugan’s
face not covered by his full beard turned red. “You tell me what
the Hell you want with her. This girl hasn’t done a damn thing
wrong!”

Elentinus’ auburn eyes gleamed at Dugan
in a way Lisette could only describe as evil. She hugged herself in
her seat.

“
Why must you always quarrel
with me?” Elentinus said with low sharp words. “I’m not accountable
to you. I can do whatever I wish to her, or to you. You’re
slaves.”

Elentinus’ servant brightened with a
hideous smile. “Well said, master!”

Dugan looked as though he verged on
tears. He bared his clenched teeth a moment then looked away as
though seeking an answer to his desperation. The next instant he
dropped to his knees. He prostrated himself further onto his hands
and lowered his head.

Elentinus’ brow rose.

“
Please, master,” Dugan
said. His voice was choked with emotion. “Please don’t do something
awful to this poor girl.” He paused to snuffle and catch his
breath. “She ain’t done nothing wrong. Nothing!”

Elentinus’ servant cackled with
laughter. Elentinus kept his eyes on Dugan. The edge of evil had
left his expression.

“
All right, Dugan. You’ve
touched me.”

He looked up. One tear streaked his
cheek.

“
Lisette was a biologist
during the war. I merely wish to put her skills back into
use.”

Lisette’s eyes widened. Going back to
work was almost as good as getting married.

Dugan wet his lips. “She’s going to be
doing science down here?”

Elentinus looked away from him. “I’ve
already told you more than you need to know. Leave us.”

Dugan hesitated, but then climbed to
his feet, gave Lisette’s shoulder a squeeze, and left. Lisette
looked at Elentinus meekly once he was gone.