Abduction 2140: SciFi Alien Soul Mates Romance (A Drogons Fate Series) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Excerpts from Haakon 2140

  Excerpt From Dream Alien PROLOGUE

  Abduction 2140

  A Drogons’ fate series

  Prequel

  T.J. Quinn

  GTQ LLC

  Orlando, Florida

  Copyright © 2017 by T.J.Quinn

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

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  CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Excerpts from Haakon 2140

  Excerpt From Dream Alien PROLOGUE

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  Chapter One

  Whimpers and little cries filled the hallways of the mothership as the Slythonians walked around, preparing everything for the slaves’ auction. It was their job after all: provide the best slaves in all the galaxies.

  “Are the slaves ready, Eskol?” Rurik asked, his forked tongue hissing the words.

  The Slythonians would be easily described as huge lizards, able to walk on two feet, but still covered with brownish scales and with beady eyes, and let’s not forget their tail, hovering behind them, and known as a potent weapon they used whenever in need. They wore long, dark tunics that covered their bodies and several golden accessories, and the highest the rank the more accessories they would wear.

  But the Slythonians weren’t warriors; they preferred to let others fight while they dedicated their time to search the galaxies for the best slaves they could find. Their reputation as the best traders wasn’t built on words but on facts. They possessed the fastest spaceships and the best technology known in all the galaxies that money could buy. They were able to travel through space and time, likes others would cross the street to get to their homes.

  Coming from a small planet, without lofty ambitions, they had become the most known merchants in all galaxies, who stopped at nothing to get what they wanted, providing their clients with all they needed, no matter what that was.

  For that night’s auction, they had traveled very far; to gather a good group of specimens they were sure would sell quickly.

  “Yes, Captain Rurik. They all have been collared and prepare,” the trainer answered, bowing to his captain.

  “Show them to me.”

  “Of course, Captain Rurik,” he opened the gate leading to the slave cells and stepped aside to allow his Captain to go in.

  A long row of specialized cells sealed with metallic vertical bars and containing a simple bunker and small bathroom facilities lodged females from a few different species. Most of them had been purchased from their families, but others had simply been abducted.

  They only looked for humanoid slaves. Even species like theirs seemed to be more attracted to that kind of females, so amongst their slaves, you wouldn’t find women such as the Slythonians, unless, of course, a customer would specifically, ask for them.

  “We have an excellent group this time,” the captain said as they walked down the hallway, pointing at the naked bodies of the slaves imprisoned in the cells.

  “Yes, Captain.”

  They reached the cells where they kept one of the two human females.

  “Open the cell,” the captain ordered, approaching the female in it.

  “Stand up for inspection, slave,” Eskol ordered the woman, and she reluctantly got up.

  “These Earthlings… I believe we should remove their body hair, permanently,” the captain suggested, observing her thoroughly, as he ran a finger through the woman’s arms, belly, and mound. “They don’t add anything to their bodies.”

  “Very well, we shall do it immediately.”

  “When did you capture these ones?” the captain asked, with a slight frown, barely perceptible under the scales covering his face.

  “In the year 2140, captain. May I know why do you ask?”

  “Look at them, Eskol. They look practically the same. The same hair color, the same eyes’ color, the same body type… are they related?” the captain pointed out.

  “No, captain. They were abducted in different continents. Earthlings have been experimenting with genetic improvement,” the slave master explained. “I guess that’s why they all started to look alike.”

  “When did they start doing that?”

  “According to our data, around the year 2100, captain.”

  “We must stop going to the future then. These females are too dull to interest our customers,” the captain ordered.

  “Who are you? Who gave you the right to bring us here?” the woman ranted furiously in response to the observations.

  “Shut up, female, you are not entitled to question us,” Eskol ordered the woman.

  “I won’t be shut up by you, you disgusting lizard,” as soon as the words came out of her mouth, the collar she had wrapped around her neck discharged some kind of drug into her body that immediately paralyzed the woman and inflicted excruciating pain, making her fall to the floor.

  The captain lets out a cruel laugh. “Eskol, didn’t you explain to them the function of the collar?” he asked, turning to look at his man while crouching next to the helpless female.

  “Of course, I did, Captain. I believe she chose not to believe in me.”

  Rurik grabbed a full fist of the woman’s hair and pulled her head up, forcing her to face him. “The collar you’re wearing will react that way every time you chose to disobey a direct order, female. Here, you are nothing more than merchandise, meant to answer questions, not ask them. Is that clear to you now?”

  The woman whimpered, as the drugs’ effect washed off, and nodded.

  He dropped her hair and stood up.

  “It is time to ring them,” he ordered the slave master. “Our customers will soon be here.”

  “Very well, captain. We shall proceed immediately.”

  The captain nodded and left the room.

  Eskol called his assistants and one by one, they took the females out of their cells and inserted small metallic rings on the female’s left nipple. It was the Slythonians’ brand, and all of their slaves carried one. Most masters would remove it after the purchase, but meanwhile, it was the traders’ way to identify their merchandise.

  The ring also carried a tracking device, in case some of the merchandise was stolen from the traders.

  Once the ring was inserted, Eskol proceeded to remove the human
female’s body hair, leaving them with just their blonde manes, falling down their backs. The slaves were finally ready for the auction, and the customers were starting to arrive.

  The cells were opened, and he ordered them to form a line.

  Quickly, all of the females obeyed, none too anxious to experience the fate of the human female.

  “You shall follow my orders, immediately and in silence. I don’t want to hear any cries or whimpers. Are we clear?” he asked, with a stern tone.

  “Yes, sir,” the answers came promptly.

  “You will be taken to the auction room, and you shall wait there until you are summoned to the center of the stage,” he explained. “Don’t even try to escape, because your collars are programmed to stop any intent you make, and in addition to the pain you will feel, you will be severely punished for it. Are we clear?” he asked again.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Eskol turned to one of his men and asked him to take the women to the auction room before he turned one last time to face the slaves. “I expect your best behavior. Don’t you dare to make me look bad in front of my superiors or the customers.” The threat sounded even more ominous in his hissing tone, and no female would even dream in dismissing it.

  They left the room following the other Slythonian and Eskol joined Captain Rurik on the transportation room, where the customers were being expected.

  “Ah, Eskol, our first customers are arriving,” Captain Rurik informed when his slave master approached.

  “Right on time, captain. The slaves are ready and waiting in the auction room.”

  “Perfect.”

  Warriors and dignitaries from all the galaxies around arrived at the Slythonian’s mothership. They liked to use their ship for these auctions because their planet was in a remote area of the galaxy and few customers would travel that far for a simple auction.

  Captain Rurik was about to abandon the transportation room to start the auction when an unexpected customer was announced.

  Chapter Two

  Asgar looked out the window of his command center and stared at the starry night. He was on his way back to his home planet, after a new fruitless search for a possible breeding mate.

  For some reason the men of science from his planet were not able to explain, for the past one hundred years, only a female was born out of ten children. With numbers such as those, their population had decreased to the point the king and his council had to take measures on the subject. And though they had searched throughout the galaxy to find the appropriate mates for their males, so far, the search had not been successful. The females they had mated so far, had proven to be unable to carry the Zuvrakians children, and the future of his species was starting to look very dark.

  “Asgar, I have news that might interest you,” Egil, Asgar’s second in command informed, as he approached his superior.

  Asgar rubbed the protuberances running through his temples, in a vain intent to calm his frustration.

  “What is it, Egil?” he asked, impatient.

  “The Slythonians are having an auction not far from here.”

  “Why would I be interested in their auction? We are not looking for slaves,” his harsh tone denoted all his frustration.

  “I know that, but the Slythonians are known to get females from all over the galaxies. They usually get species we haven’t even heard about,” Egil replied, ignoring his commander’s tone. He too hated to fail their king’s commands.

  “Why haven’t we been told about this before?” Asgar asked with a frown.

  “They hadn’t been on this side of the galaxy in a long time,” Egil explained. “I just got news that they are very close to our position and they’re having an auction in just a few hours.”

  “I guess we won’t lose anything by paying them a visit.” Asgar agreed. “Do you have their coordinates?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Then set course to meet them. Perhaps, the gods will favor us this time.”

  “Right away,” he nodded and gave the coordinates to the pilot. It would only take them a few minutes to reach the Slythonians position.

  When their ship entered the area where the auction was taking place, Asgar was surprised to find several other ships around, surrounding one of the biggest vessels he had seen before.

  “I guess they have a full house,” he said with an ironic grin.

  “Their reputation precedes them,” Egil assured.

  Asgar turned to his communications’ officer. “Ask permission to board and attend their auction.”

  “Yes, sir,” he opened communications with the Slythonian ship, and soon Asgar and Egil were boarding the trader’s vessel.

  “Lord Asgar. You honor my ship with your presence. It is the first time Zuvrakians have visited us,” Captain Rurik received them with a courtier smile on his reptilian features.

  “Yes, it is, and yet you seem to know who we are,” Asgar replied his greeting with a nod.

  “It is my job to know any potential customer in the galaxies, Lord Asgar. My name is Rurik, and I’m the captain of this ship, and he is Eskol, my slave master. Welcome.”

  “Thank you, Captain Rurik. He is my second in command, Lord Egil,” Asgar made the introductions, and the Slythonians nodded.

  “I believe you are here for the auction, correct?” Rurik asked.

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Then let us not waste any more time. The others wait impatiently,” Rurik signaled the hallway behind him, inviting his last guests to join the rest.

  Asgar and Egil nodded and walked down the hall as invited. Asgar was surprised to see the Slythonian vessel was not only big but also luxurious and apparently technologically advanced.

  “I see that you admire our ship, Lord Asgar. It is our home away from home, able to take us to the confines of the galaxies at the highest speed known,” Rurik explained as he walked beside him. “This vessel provides us with all we might need.”

  “It would be interesting to explore it with more time,” Asgar admitted.

  “We would be honored, Lord Asgar, perhaps when the auction is over.” Rurik accepted, pleased with the warrior's appraisal.

  “That would be perfect, Captain Rurik.”

  A few moments later, they entered a huge room, where several males occupied the chairs displayed around a circular stage.

  Rurik invited the Zuvrakians to take seats near the round stage and walked to one of its sides along with his slave master to start the auction.

  “Welcome all to our humble vessel,” he greeted his customers. “Tonight, we have brought you an excellent selection of females from all over the universe. I am sure you will be thrilled with them and will fight to get your hands in at least one of them.”

  Cheers had come from the crowd before he proceeded.

  “As usual, I shall present you each and every one of the females, and then they will be exposed for you to examine at your will,” he explained. “Only after that, shall we start the auction and the highest bid will take away the prize. May the gods be with you.”

  He had concluded before he made a signal to his slave master.

  One by one, the slaves came out to the stage, as Captain Rurik described them and extolled their qualities and best features.

  Despite the beauty of some of the females displayed, Asgar felt no attraction whatsoever by any of them, until the last two. Rurik described them as humans, from the planet Earth, a small planet on the fifth quadrant of the galaxy, further than any Zuvrakian had ever been. His soul didn’t make the call he had been waiting for so long, but he knew he had found the right race, all his instincts cried out that truth, and when he looked at Egil, he could tell he was feeling the same.

  After the show, the customers were invited to examine the slaves, and the Zuvrakians didn’t waste any time with the other females. They went directly to where the humans stood, with their hands behind their backs and their eyes lowered to the floor.

  Other customers were examining
them as well, running their fingers down their alabaster skin and their golden hair, weighing their perfectly round breasts, and even poking their holes.

  The females endured the exam, in silence with their eyes locked on the floor, never facing the customers and Asgar assumed they had been instructed to do so. He recognized the collar they carried on their necks, so their obedience and acceptance was not a surprise.

  The customers were summoned to return to their places since the auction was about to start.

  Egil leaned over to his friend. “Are you going to buy them?” he asked, in a soft murmur.

  “Yes, I believe they are the right species. I’m sure you felt it too,” he confirmed his man’s suspicions.

  “Yes, I did. Though I doubt this will be easy. There are plenty interested in them.”

  “Fortunately, our planet has more than enough richness.”

  Egil nodded, and they turned to watch the auction. One by one, the females were sold, and after a rough battle, Asgar managed to buy the human females. He was sure two of his fellow Zuvrakians would find in them, their breeding mates.

  After all the sales had been completed, Asgar and Egil joined Captain Rurik for the promised tour of the vessel.

  “Ah, my lords. I’m happy to see you have bought two of my jewels,” Captain Rurik said as he closed the distance between them.

  “Yes, and I wanted to ask you if you have more of their species,” Asgar went straight to business. They had no time to lose, but he didn’t want their enemies to know they were after something in particular.

  “More humans, you say?” Rurik asked for confirmation.

  “Yes, more humans.”

  “No, not right now, but we intend to get some more. Would you like me to warn you of our next auction?”

  “Yes, we would be very pleased to hear from you. I’m sure the specimens we bought today will give us immense pleasure,” Asgar confirmed, hiding their urgency and their real need. “When do you think, you’ll have a new auction?”

  “Oh, soon, surely before the end of the next lunar cycle on my planet, Lord Asgar. I’ll make sure to warn you in time.”