Khajal Read online

  “Good for you,” she grumbled.

  The women working on the confection center gave him what he wanted and soon she was wearing a thermic jumpsuit similar to the one he was wearing and a pair of boots that would protect her feet from the cold snow.

  A few minutes later they were outside again, walking around the colony. They met a few guards on their way, but other than greeting Khajal, they hadn't said anything.

  The aliens seemed not to have any problem with the temperature either since most of the guards only used pants and some sort of metallic armor that clearly didn’t keep them warm.

  “Now, you can talk, but keep your voice down, just in case,” he ordered her when they reached some trees at a far end of the colony.

  She took a deep breath and looked at him. “I have no idea how terrible things must have been for you, but helping the Taucets wouldn’t make things right,” she started, unable to keep her opinion to herself. “They are the bad guys in this story, not us. They invaded our planet, and they’re planning to annihilate a whole species so that they can get what they want: our resources.”

  He looked at her in silence, with his arms crossed over his chest.

  He had to admire the little woman, for confronting him the way she was doing. She seemed oblivious to the risks she was taking.

  “There are too many innocents out there that wouldn’t stand a chance against the Taucets, and certainly not against your people,” she added.

  “Did you hear me agreeing with our slimy friend?” he asked in a cold tone when she stopped to get some air into her lungs.

  “No… I haven’t,” she admitted.

  “Then, why do you assume I would do it?” he asked, intrigued.

  “Because you would have all the right in the world to take revenge from those that enslaved you,” she confessed, oozing in every word the shame she felt for her own kind.

  “This is where we differ from machines. We don’t see just right and wrong, we also appreciate the myriad of shades between those,” he explained. “I wasn’t created to slaughter innocent people, but to defend them, and no matter how much programming you get into me,” he assured her.

  She let out a sob, before she covered her mouth, for a few moments, silencing them. “They’re planning on attacking the small village where I used to live. There are practically no militaries there, it will be a slaughter,” she said, rubbing her forehead.

  “How do you know this?” he asked, frowning.

  “I heard them discussing it when they brought me here,” she replied. “They want to enslave the women. According to some of the ones here, they are trying to breed with us, but haven’t been able to.”

  “Yes, Anion told me so. I have no idea why they would want that, but he didn’t seem eager to share their reasons with me,” he said as he rubbed his chin, thoughtful. “We need to find a way to send a message to my friends on the front line.”

  “I don’t think you can. Signal blockers work both ways,” she said.

  “I’m aware of that, and we’re too far away from the front line for my message to reach any of them,” he added. “But perhaps I could contact those already out of here and ask them to contact the ones on the front line, using our unique code language.”

  “Why would they accept to help the humans?” she asked, doubtful.

  “Because I’m sure they feel like me… some of you are still innocent,” he said, in a cold tone. “Do you have more details on the attack?”

  “No, that’s all they said in my presence,” she replied, wishing she had more information.

  “We might be too late,” he warned her.

  “I don’t think so. They brought me yesterday, and we haven’t seen the kind of activity that would imply the arrival of a large group of prisoners,” she pointed out.

  “Very well, let’s see what I can do. What’s the name of your town?”

  “It’s called Human Township number 787, in the Rocky Mountains.”

  “What happened to the names like Aspen and Vermont?” He asked surprised.

  “Most of the main cities have been destroyed, so those built by the army have code names,” she explained, scowling. She hated the name as well. It made her feel she lived in a concentration camp, of some sort.

  “I don’t want you talking about any of this unless I tell you it’s safe, do you understand?” he demanded harshly, so Savannah knew there was only one right answer.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Now let’s go back.” He took her by her arm and almost dragged her back.

  “I can walk on my own, did you know that?” she grumbled.

  “I’m sure you can, but I want to take you. Do you have a problem with that?” he asked, and she knew the truce time was over.

  “No, sir, none,” she replied, stopping resisting.

  He dragged her back to the main building, and after asking one of the guards, they went looking for Anion.

  Though reluctantly, the blue man allowed Khajal to contact his own kind. The cyborg wrote a small message letting them know he was alright and being cared for by the Taucets adding the coded message along with the one obvious to anyone. He hoped it would get to them on time and they could protect the small village.

  By the time they were done, it was lunchtime. Khajal ordered the food to be taken to his room so they could have some privacy while eating, and Savannah sighed relieved.

  While she was in the dining room at breakfast, she had seen the degrading way the so-called masters treated their slaves, forcing them to kneel next to their chairs and feeding them as if they were animals.

  She didn’t want Khajal getting ideas from them.

  Either way, she served the food the slaves had brought them and waited to see how he was going to act.

  “Join me,” he ordered, taking a seat at the table.

  “We’ll see what happens now. We’ll not talk about it here. I don’t trust these walls,” he warned her, whispering.

  She nodded. He was right, the Taucets certainly had the whole place wired to get all the information they could from Khajal.

  “Now, eat,” he ordered her, and they started eating in silence.

  They had just finished their meal when Anion showed up. “I thought you might want to see our installation here at the colony,” he said, with the kind of slimy smile that would lead the recipient to think he was being used. But the cyborg was smart enough to keep that knowledge to himself so he could see how far Anion would take it.

  “Yes, that would be interesting,” he turned to look at her. “Stay here. I don’t want you wandering around.”

  “Yes, sir,” she nodded as she watched them leave, feeling a bit upset he didn’t take her with him.

  “Are you enjoying your slave? If you feel she’s not right for you, I can get you another one,” Anion suggested as he walked with Khajal through the colony. “Though, it won’t be easy to find one as luscious as that one.”

  “I’m pleased with her. So far, she has been able to satisfy my needs,” he assured the other man, in an impersonal tone, disliking the way he was talking about his female.

  There was something about the alien he didn’t like, but he wasn’t able to put his finger in it, and his comments about Savannah, surely didn’t help his cause.

  “Well, if you get tired of her, all you have to do is tell me, and I’ll get you a new one. I can still get a decent price for her on an auction,” he added with a devious grin. “Human females can be a lot of fun, as I’m sure you have discovered.”

  Khajal pursed his lips, struggling to control his urge to grab the alien by the neck and squeeze the life out of him.

  “Yes… Why do you think you haven’t been able to breed with them?” Khajal asked, changing the subject.

  “Apparently, our DNA isn’t compatible with theirs. Our sperm is unable to penetrate their eggs. We’ve tried to fertilize them artificially, but no embryo is produced. We’re studying all the possibilities, but so far, we haven’t been suc
cessful,” he explained, with a scowl of frustration.

  “I guess that can be complicated.” Khajal nodded. His DNA was part human, but his nanocybots had been altering it, to meet his needs, since he had been born. By now, he wasn’t sure if it would be compatible with the human’s DNA either.

  He had heard about some experiments involving cyborgs and humans, but as far as he knew, they hadn't been able to make a human being conceive a cyborg baby. In fact, not even the female cyborgs were able to conceive. Their reproductive system didn’t function as expected. Not that there were many female cyborgs around. Humans preferred to create male cyborgs because they were stronger and more vicious warriors than females.

  “But we haven’t lost hope. We need wombs for our offspring,” he explained.

  For a moment, Khajal considered suggesting they used artificial wombs like the ones humans used to create cyborgs. But thinking about all he had discussed with Savannah he wasn’t sure he wanted to help these people.

  The colony was like a small town, very organized and with more slaves than he had expected, to make it work. They had greenhouses to grow their vegetables, hens for eggs and even some cattle for the meat they consumed.

  In the short time, the aliens had been living on the planet, they had organized themselves well.

  “How many of these colonies do you have here on the planet?” Khajal asked, curious.

  “At least one in each continent, but in this one, we have at least four,” he explained, clearly proud of their deeds and of the way they had managed to spread across the world. “We’ve managed to control the smallest continents, but we still have a lot of resistance on the bigger ones, like this one.”

  “Yes, you won’t have it easy,” Khajal assured him.

  The continents he was referring to hadn't used cyborg soldiers and had been easily defeated by the alien’s technology, and superior weapons. The Taucets weren’t the best warriors, but their technology was more advanced. Their bombs were extremely potent, and it wasn’t easy to fight them back.

  The night was starting to fall over the colony when he finally returned to his quarters.

  Savannah was there, waiting for him.

  “Remember what I told you about her.” Anion pointed out when he walked Khajal to his chambers. “I can get you a new slave, whenever you get tired of this one,” he insisted, apparently, unaware of the dangerous expression on the cyborg’s face.

  “I have that in mind, don’t worry,” Khajal replied in an ice-cold timbre, as he walked the man to the door.

  Chapter Ten

  Savannah had spent the whole afternoon pacing his chambers, bored to death but not daring to take a step out of the room. Something told her he would know and she wasn’t willing to provoke his rage. There was nothing to do in there, no books to read, no movies to watch, no computers to follow the news… nothing and she were going mad, locked up between four walls.

  When he returned, she sighed relieved, but hearing Anion’s words startled her much more than she thought possible.

  “Am I boring you, sir?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “We haven’t been together enough time for that to happen, slave,” he grumbled. “Don’t make his words mine.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Are you hungry? We could go to one of the refectories for dinner. I’m sure you must be eager to get out of the room,” he suggested, changing the subject.

  Remembering the scenes, she had witnessed that morning, she immediately shook her head. “If you don’t mind, I would rather eat here.”

  “Are you sure? You’ve been here all afternoon,” he pointed out, staring at her with a slight frown.

  “Yes, sir, I’m sure.”

  He nodded and once again, he ordered some food for both of them.

  “While we wait, you can help me shower,” he ordered, closing the distance between them and taking her by her arm.

  “Yes, sir.” His tone sounded a bit huskier than usual, and she could see his massive cock pushing against his jumpsuit’s fabric.

  Once in the bathroom, he stood in front of her. “Take off my clothes,” he ordered.

  With a deep breath, she unzipped it and pulled it off his broad shoulders, revealing his naked body, powerful as ever. Most of his wounds practically vanished.

  When her hands reached his hips, she had to struggle with the fabric to make it go down. His huge erection caused the difficulty, but he did nothing to help her.

  When she removed his heavy boots, he stepped out of the jumpsuit, standing proudly naked in front of her.

  “Now, get rid of yours,” he ordered, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for her to obey.

  She gave a deep sigh and pulled her rags over her head, throwing them on the pile of his clothes.

  He stretched his arm and grabbed her by her hair, guiding her until she kneeled at his feet. “I believe you know what to do with that,” he said, pointing at his hard cock. “Use your hands and mouth.”

  She tilted her head back to look at him, her heart drumming in her chest. Of course, she knew what to do. She wasn’t an expert, but she knew how to do the job.

  She grasped his cock in her hand and started to stroke it the way she had done the night before, slowly increasing her speed until she saw the first drop of pearly fluid pop out his tiny hole.

  Leaning forward, she licked it with the tip of her tongue, relishing on its hot, delicious bittersweet flavor. It felt ticklish in her tongue, and she loved it.

  She cleaned it thoroughly, before she took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it a few times before going back to the tiny hole, to collect more of the delicious juice.

  Her hand never stopped stroking him, and she could feel him getting harder and harder between her fingers.

  After a little while, she started sucking him hard, taking him as deep as she could, considering how big and thick he was and that her mouth was small.

  But he seemed to be enjoying what she was doing to him, judging by the moans and groans coming out of his mouth.

  Taking him deeper and going faster with her hands, she worked to make him come in her mouth. But after a few minutes, he stopped her and slid his hard cock out of her mouth.

  “Tonight, I want something else,” he said, through gritted teeth, as he helped her up and made her bend over the counter. “Spread your legs,” he ordered as he put one hand on her back and smashed her all the way down, against the cold surface of the counter, while the other slid its way down to her nice, round buttocks.

  He kneaded them a few times as she started to heave faster. When he finally slid his fingers down her slit, she gasped, and her pussy clenched in need. He rubbed her pussy a few times before he went up and captured her clit, working on it until she was nothing more than a shuddering mass, dripping for him.

  Only then, did he slide two fingers inside her, stretching her as much as he could before he introduced a third finger and even a fourth one. When he was pleased, he finally replaced his fingers with his hard cock.

  “Are you ready for me, slave?” he whispered in her ear, while he rubbed his cock up and down her slit.

  She gasped, feeling her pussy clench on its own, eager to be taken.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good,” he roared, as he rested the tip of his shaft on her entrance and slowly pushed it in.

  Khajal had to make a considerable effort to keep his arousal at bay. He wanted to make this moment last.

  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had his cock inside a female. But feeling how her walls stretched to fit him right before they clenched around him was so pleasant he almost lost it. Taking a deep breath, he pushed his cock all the way in, ripping a deep moan from her lips, before he started to thrust in and out of her.

  Soon they were hanging on the crest, and Khajal felt he couldn’t take it much longer as jolts of pleasure blasted through his whole body.

  Needing her right there with him, he slid his
hand beneath her and captured her clit, rubbing and pulling it until she was shuddering in his arms as the waves of a powerful orgasm crashed over her. Her walls clenched harder and harder around him with each thrust, and only moments later, he was coming too, hard and buried deep inside her, pouring all his seed into her.

  Savannah moaned and whimpered as the pleasure rushed through her, but she wasn’t prepared for the magnitude of ecstasy she experienced when he came. His throbbing cock seemed to get even bigger inside her. When it started pouring his fluids into her, the tickling sensation she had felt in her mouth was multiplied by a thousand, caressing her inner walls like she nothing had ever felt.

  Pleasure and bliss spiraled up inside her with such power, she lost track of the world for a short time.

  After a few moments, he slid out of her and took her to the shower stall, where he opened the faucets and allowed the water to fall on them.

  When she recovered from the haze of bliss, she grabbed a cloth with soap and started to wash him, but he took it out of her hands and did it himself, quickly, before he did it to her.

  When he was done, they finally left the bathroom, and after putting on clean clothes they sat at the table, to eat the food someone had brought them while they were in the bathroom.

  They went to bed that night right after dinner. There wasn’t much to do, and Khajal didn’t seem to have any great desire to spend more time than necessary with the Taucets.

  He pulled her into his arms and cuddled up against her. Savannah could feel his hard cock pressing against her, but to her surprise, he didn’t do anything about it, that night.

  After a good night sleep, she woke up with him standing over her. His hard cock pressed against her thighs, and there was so much lust in his eyes she wondered how people could doubt about his humanity. He was not just a machine. He was a cybernetically enhanced human.

  “Good morning, slave,” he greeted with a devious grin. “I have work for you.”

  She scowled at his insistence of calling her slave. Although she wanted to protest about, she decided not to push her luck. He had no commitment to her. If she displeased him in any way, he would merely get rid of her and get a new slave.