Desert World Savages Part 3: Hunted: A SciFi Alien Serial Romance (4 page)

The scent of sweat and sex filled the air. The musk drove the Staukub into a greater sexual frenzy. Mouths met cocks, cocks met pussies, lips sucked on breasts, and women were turned on their hands and knees to be fucked in succession by multiple males.

With a shock, Rev realized that Grenta had his own cock out of his pants, stroking it in time to the music. Grenta grunted as his spunk flew into the air splattering on the sandy floor.

Rev was filled with longing for Tracy. These erotic sights did nothing but incite his sexual desire for her. His pants tented thinking about taking her in the wild ways of the Staukub, and his ache for her exploded into full blown fire. With his erection restrained by his pants, he walked uncomfortably. The fabric was chafing his cock and he needed a private space.

He found it behind a large crack in the wall, and he entered, having enough room to stand. That would be enough. He loosened his pants so they fell around his ankles. Rev grabbed his own cock, which was thick with lust. His head filled with thoughts of thrusting hard and deep into Tracy. In his mind, it was not his hand stroking his cock, but instead it was her pink softness encasing his shaft, driving all thought and reason from his mind. He exploded, his essence flying against the wall. He sank against the hard rock shaking. Never had he come so fast or so hard, especially from his own hand.

He needed to find Tracy. Now.

Rev pulled himself together and squeezed out of the fissure. He walked back to Grenta, who by now had his own cock back in his pants.

"Grenta, the money," growled Rev.

"All right, all right," grumbled Grenta. "We'll have to wait until Quam is done."

"We shouldn't have waited."

"Relax, Cax. Why are you so edgy this time? You know it happens like this. They want to sample the merchandise."

Rev felt bile rise through his gut. He would derive great satisfaction in putting these men in jail.

As the moans and groans of the Staukubs' orgy died down, couples lay around the room in each other's arms.

Grenta walked over to Quam, who was snoring. Grenta bent down and slapped the miner across the face.

"Hey, Quam. Time to settle your debts."

Quam turned his back, burrowing his face into Grubba.

"Go away. Sleep now."

Bris yanked Quam to face them.

"Hey, we've got a ship waiting. Pay up."

Quam grumbled and got to his feet. "Too much hurry."

The noise was enough to wake Grubba from her slumber. She sat up and looked around.

"Where am I?" she asked. "What is this place?"

Quam knelt by her with a smile. "You are with me, my mate. This is your new home."

"Home? Mate?" Grubba's eyes widened, and she screamed loudly. Quam tried to calm her, but she scooted away from him. "Get away from me!"

"What is wrong, mate?" said Quam with concern.

"You! You're blue!" she cried. She grabbed her head with both hands. "It hurts! Someone help me!"

With a strangled gurgle, every muscle Grubba had contracted, and her body convulsed. White foam started spewing from her mouth.

Quam watched the gruesome spectacle with horror.

"Help her!" he said to no one in particular. "Do something for her!"

Rev knelt and turned Grubba on her side, holding her limbs tight so she wouldn't injure herself. After a few terrifying minutes, Grubba stopped convulsing. She immediately lapsed into unconsciousness. While all eyes were on her, her physical appearance started to transform, and her skin began changing into a different color.

Quam glared at the people who had brought him these women.

"Look at her. She's turning pink! She shouldn't be pink! Staukub not ever pink! Liars! Cheats! You'll never get money now!"

With each sentence he spoke, his voice grew louder and louder. Soon his angry shouts were ringing around the hall, waking up the other miners.
Everyone began to rise groggily to their feet.

Quam turned to his fellow miners.

"They have cheated us. These women are not real Staukub!"

A roar of disapproval shook the cavern. Grenta, Rev, and Bris started backing away slowly. When they looked at each other, they didn't speak a word before they turned around and broke into a run.

TRACY

She woke feeling a cooling breeze through the opening of her helmet. Tracy felt stiff and sore, but after being abducted by aliens, dodging genetic manipulation, and surviving a free fall onto a different planet, she was still alive.

Always look on the bright side of life.

She opened her food pouch and broke off another small brick of the food concentrate. Tracy didn't feel hungry, but she knew from long years of dieting that it helped keep her blood sugar stable if she ate before her hunger became overwhelming. She nibbled at her food, taking sips of water, letting the water expand the bites she consumed before she took another one. Tracy ate noiselessly as the grainy gel didn't provide crunch or resistance. In fact, she found sucking the food bar just as rewarding as chewing.

The lack of sound in the cave was eerie. She heard rustling outside the cave. Tracy tried not to think about the noises because she didn't want to imagine what they meant. Noises outside the cave were scary, but they were still outside and away from her.

When she heard a tap, tap, tap inside her little shelter, she tensed. The taps gave way into a strange screechy noise, a cross between a cricket chirping, a frog croaking, and a squeaky door hinge. The hairs on the back of her neck rose.

A creature was in the cave with her.

The primitive part of her brain, the part that told her fight or flight, interpreted the strange chirping as a warning and a threat. Quickly, Tracy gathered up the supplies she laid out from the catch pockets on the suit and tucked them back inside. The only thing she kept out was the long knife, which made her feel like she was not defenseless.

Tracy didn't want to present her back as a target. She scooted backward toward the entrance on her ass, but the scraping of her butt on the ground seemed to irritate the cave dweller even more. The chirping escalated to a high trilling.

Suddenly, a huge nightmare crab emerged from the darkness, rushing towards her.

It scuttled on many legs and was the color of the local sand. The crab had forelegs like pinchers and they were reaching right for her. The thing didn't seem to have a head, but the underside sported a dark spot.

Tracy figured that if this thing ate, that's where the food went. Where food entered, a sensitive digestive track followed. She hoped. If it was looking to make her a meal, she'd give this space crab something to think about by stabbing it in the stomach.

Before she could reach its stomach, she was going to have to do something about those claws. Her heart pounding, Tracy swiped at the pinchers with the long knife. The tips of the pinchers were cut off and fell away. The creature reared up with a horrible screech. She scrambled to her knees and pushed the knife into the black spot as hard and deep as she could.

The animal reared, several of its legs flailing, but it fell. Tracy scuttled out of the way, pulling out her knife as she did. The beast thudded to the floor of the cave.

Tracy struggled to catch her breath. Her heart raced. As her heart beat slowed, she stared at the creature. It did bear a superficial resemblance to a crab, but by how much she didn't know. She kicked the creature, but it did not move.

She wiped her knife. It was thick with brown ooze. Tracy wondered if any part of the crab was good to eat, but before she could form an opinion, a swarm of glistening black bugs flowed down the walls to the crab, crawling on it and covering it. Not wanting to be the next meal of the bugs, she hurriedly ran out of the cave through the arch. With nowhere else to go, she began to head in the direction of the humanoid settlement.

REV

Grenta, Rev, and Bris ran out of the lust cavern as fast as they could. The miners were following.

Rev looked back and saw the miners had dangerous looking instruments that they were waving in the air. Quam was shouting obscenities at the fleeing men, promising horrible and painful retribution.

When they were clear of the entrance to the miner's hall, Bris turned and aimed his laser rifle at them. He fired repeated shots of red streaks into one miner after another. Quam fell alongside Jenq and Faul. The pile-up of bodies at the entrance to the mine caused the others to stop.

"Come on," said Bris. He began to run in the direction of the transport. He touched a section on his shoulder.

"Jaal, it's a bust," he yelled as he ran. "One of the cargo went sour, and the clients are looking for blood!"

Rev didn't hear what Jaal replied, but Bris nodded as if Jaal could see him.

"Come on," he motioned with his arms. Bris ran faster then, and Grenta and Rev could do nothing else but follow. Behind them, a group of miners pursued them in their truck, and they were gaining on the fleeing men. The loud thrum of a ship filled the air. When Rev looked up, he saw the transport descending slowly.

Suddenly, the transport dropped to the ground and the hatch opened. The gangplank was already extended. Bris ran up the gangplank, and Rev and Grenta followed. As soon as they were on the ship, Jaal pulled the ship into the air, leaving the gangplank and hatch dangling until the ship was higher than the miners could reach.

Grenta sunk to the floor of the transport, clutching his chest. Jaal was piloting the transport. The ride was rocky, and Rev had to hang onto a grab bar to keep from getting tossed to the deck himself. When he looked out of a hatch window, he saw that Jaal kept the ship close to the ground.

The transport stopped, and Jaal put the vehicle on autopilot. Jaal came out of the pilot's cabin with a scowl on his face.

"What in hells happened, Bris? Cax?" He glared at the two men.

"That other Terran," said Grenta. "Her conversion broke down amazingly fast."

"That is not an excuse. Where is the money?"

"They kept putting us off. They wanted to party first," said Bris.

"What! How many kinds of idiot are you? Did you at least SEE any money?"

The captain could deduce the answer by looking at the men's faces.

"Fuck!" Jaal kicked the bulkhead. He set his jaw and stared at the three men.

"Then we'll go get it," said Jaal. "We didn't come all this way to get taken advantage of."

"But captain," said Bris.

"No but captain!" said Jaal. "I'm not leaving here without my money, and if that means killing every last one of these bastard miners, then that's what we'll do."

Rev turned his head away. This was not good, not good at all. He imagined that Jaal would order them to hit the miner's camp hard. These ship men would not care who they had to kill, but Rev couldn't do it. He was a licensed space cop AND he would lose his chance to retrieve Tracy. This loss of life went against everything he believed in.

Jaal stared at Rev carefully. "Will you have a problem with this, Cax?"

"Yes," said Rev. "We aren't likely to get other business if we start killing our clients."

"Our business is cooked if word gets out that we are selling counterfeit wives."

"What makes you think that people aren't suspicious now? These miners were very reluctant to give us money. They were WAITING to see if the goods were was descried, and their suspicions were confirmed by Grenta's sloppy work."

"My sloppy work!" protested Grenta. "You were right there next to me. Everything was done by the normal procedure."

"Maybe you overestimated the Terran's ability to convert. The first one was a failure, and the second one failed within a few hours of conversion."

Rev realized he was fighting a losing battle about the miners. He thought that, at the minimum, he would be able to stop the abduction of women from Earth. Whether or not he could figure out a way to save the miners and their captive wives was another problem altogether.

"Enough," said Jaal holding up his hands. "Arguing won't solve our problems. The way I see it, these miners are going to report us at the first opportunity. That is, if we let them. We're going in after them, and we'll leave no witnesses. Understood?"

Rev turned toward Jaal.

"I understand, and you are wrong, Jaal."

The older man's eyes grew wide, and he stepped forward and backhanded Rev, sending him to deck.

Rev felt his disguise fail immediately and he realized he was in big trouble. The feeling of crackling electricity on his skin ceased.

Jaal looked at the man on the floor in shock. "Who the fuck are you?" hissed Jaal.

Bris stood. "Obviously not a friend, I thought you were acting a little weird. Now we know why."

In a second, Jaal and Bris were on Rev. Bris kicked him in the head, while Jaal kicked him in the ribs. Blow after blow hit Rev. He was dazed, in pain, and powerless to stop the brutal rain of punishment.

"Where the fuck is Cax?" demanded Jaal.

Blood was pouring out his mouth. Rev couldn't answer even if he wanted to.

"Enough," Grenta said. "He's got to be a fucking tracker, sure enough. Who else would infiltrate us?"

"You're right, Grenta. It's time to take out the trash."

"What do you want to do, Captain?" said Bris.

"We're far enough away from the miner's camp, and he's torn up good. We'll let the sun and sand take care of the rest."

The hatch opened. Rev felt the sucking of the air through the hatch and the bright sun on his skin.

"Goodbye, tracker, whoever the fuck you are," said Bris. Rev was hauled to his feet and tossed out of the hatch. He tumbled, his chest and his face burning. His training kicked in instinctively. He held out his arms and put his legs together to try and control his descent. If he was lucky, he might survive the fall with only a few broken bones. He bent his knees and prepared to roll as he hit the ground.

He landed with a hard crash.

Pain racked his body.

Rev couldn't move, and the sand burned anyplace that wasn't covered with clothing. He had survived the landing but not by much. The cold reality was that he wouldn't be able to survive his injuries without protection and supplies.