Dual Abduction (4 page)

“What do you mean
left
? Where did he go?”

“He took off right after we acquired the cargo. Some other ship picked him up. He said he’d meet up with us before we hit the auction planet.”

“And just what is the cargo?”

The red eyes squinted and Xarn narrowly avoided spittle at the crewman’s next words. “Cursed, I tell you. If you’re smart, you’ll leave it behind. It’s been nothing but trouble since we picked it up.”

“Picked what up?”

But his informant was done speaking. His eyes rolled up and he lolled lifelessly in Xarn’s grip.

“By the hairy balls of that whore on Jintora five. Our primary target’s not here,” Xarn cursed.

Brax, wiping his hands clean of green blood, paused. “What do you mean he’s not here? Our employer seemed pretty damned sure.”

“And she appears pretty damned wrong. Apparently, the captain must have gotten word, or a better offer, because he jumped ship a while back. And I for one am not in the mood to hunt him down. I say we lie if she calls. How the frukx is she going to know? We’ll blow the ship up and the evidence will be gone.”

“Sounds good to me.”

First though, they had a treasure to locate and unload. Never mind the supposed curse. They’d only transport it long enough to sell it. Xarn imagined mounds of jewels, maybe some ores from the forbidden Zonian planet. Or, how about some unique spices from …

Heading down to the hold, he and Brax exchange grandiose tales of what they’d do with their half of the riches. Buy a new ship. Part of a planet. No, a bordello so they could fornicate for free. Or, how about a restaurant? Xarn always wanted to dabble in fine cuisine, a hobby he’d given up because of the lure of easier credits—and the taunts of his family.

The door to the storage area of the ship was bolted shut, not that it stopped them. A few slices from their laser pistols and they broke through. On the count of three, they tugged open the portal and dove into the treasure room.

Coming to a sudden halt, the friends stood side by side as they stared in disbelief at the dozen faces peering at them, humanoid halflings by the look of them. All except for one.

Taller than the rest, but short compared to Xarn, the human barbarian was curvy and wearing naught but a rag that did nothing to hide a luscious amount of curves. With brown hair pinned atop her head in an untidy mess, and lips pursed in invitation, Xarn forgot everything in that moment, even his name, as lust took hold of him.
Oh, she is so mine.

The human female blinked in surprise. He smiled. She gasped and brandished a metal bar at them.

“Stand back, you-you, mangy aliens, before I, um, hurt you?” She ended her threat on a questioning note, her bottom lip sucked in so she could chew at it worriedly. A prettier—more cock hardening—sight had never been witnessed within the known galaxies.

As with one mind, and one voice, Brax and Xarn shouted, “Mine! Called it.”

And from that short declaration, their careful raid devolved into a lusty fist fight.

*

Louisa blinked. Nothing changed. She closed her eyes, counted to five and opened them again. Nope, there were still two huge, purple dudes duking it out on the floor. Not exactly something she’d expected when the door slid open after a series of strange noises.

“Um, excuse me?” she ventured tentatively, not quite sure what to make of the new situation. Unlike her short goblin captors, these two fellows, aliens, whatever she wanted to call them, looked a heck of a lot more dangerous. And surprisingly hot.

Dressed in something Han Solo would wear—breeches, white linen shirts criss-crossed with leather straps—they sported bodies thick with muscle. If not for their skin color and pointed teeth, she’d have wolf-whistled them on the street back home. Unlike earth men though, they paid her no mind when she cleared her throat.

“What are they?” Angelic whispered, creeping up to stand beside her, a smaller metal pole clutched in her hands. They actually possessed three at this point, the green dudes finally getting wise after she and her misfits kept swarming the guards that entered. They would have broken free of their prison by now as well if not for the damned smoke bombs their kidnappers kept dropping in their cell. Funny thing though, was while their captors, immune to the gas, managed to escape before Louisa could take on of them hostage, the idiots lacked the intelligence to strip the weapons from them while they lay unconscious. Not that their collection of batons had done them any good. They hadn’t seen slime or warts in what she guessed was a week now. Hard to tell with no windows or clocks. She counted the number of meals, delivered twice daily through a slot in the wall instead.

“They look like idiots to me,” Louisa answered. “Hey boys!” The tussling duo ignored her, the meaty sound of fists striking flesh the only reply.

“Hello?” She spoke a little louder, but too involved in their squabble, the two grown males, who more resembled children at the moment, continued their battle. And it was starting to tick her off.

“Girls, turn around please.”

With matching sighs and one muttered, “Talk about ruining our only fun,” her class turned to give their backs to the scene.

Tightening her grip on the metal rod in her hand, Louisa took a step toward the combatants. They rolled toward her and she squeaked in an uncharacteristically girly fashion as she jumped back two feet. Her startled state didn’t stop her from swinging. She managed, in her wild thrust, to clobber one combatant on the head. He went limp on the floor which left the other one to stagger to his feet, a bloody grin on his face.

“I knew you’d prefer me,” he said in a deep rumble that sent a shiver through her frame. He took a step toward her, reaching with one of his massive mauve hands.

She took a single look at the wicked light in his eyes—that promised deliciously naughty things—and ducked so she could whack him in the shins. When he buckled with a loud “Ow!,” she bonked him over the head and knocked him out.

Silence suddenly reigned, except for her slightly erratic breathing. “All right, girls,” she said as she spun around to see her troupe of misfits gaping at the two unconscious heaps on the floor. She pushed a loose piece of hair behind her ear and feigned nonchalance. “Forget today’s planned lesson on ball kicking and hair pulling. Instead, I think it’s time you learned to tie some knots.”

And maybe do some alien probing of her own, she thought eyeing the large muscled frames of the purple hunks. Even passed out, they were daunting in size. Easily over six foot, if not closer to seven. Their skin shone a deep purple, which she had to admit she found more appealing than the green of her kidnappers. While the two unconscious males shared similar facial features—angular cheekbones, strong noses, dark and defined lips—their hair differed with one sporting an ebony, shaggy mane and the other close cropped white bristles. Their eyes, when they were open at least, shone a light blue that kind of reminded her of moonlight on snow.

“Are you done staring at them, Ms. Fontanna? ‘Cause we should probably tie them up before they wake. I don’t think they’re going to be happy when they do.”

Startled out of her thoughts, she jumped to work. “Right. Okay, let’s place them on their backs. Katrina, you and Chloe get those strips of cloth we made. Josie and Betty, you watch the door, in case there’s more.” One by one, she gave her students tasks, some of them just busy work to keep them from panicking or getting in her hair. What she really wanted to do was check out what lurked outside the open door. They’d all heard the sounds of something going on. The screaming, the thumping. Did it mean their goblin captors were defeated, or…dead? If they were, then did that make the purple guys on the floor their heroes and rescuers?

She had only to think of the way they’d look at her—their eyes undressing her in a single moment, their claimed ‘Mine’ sending a shiver down her spine—to know they weren’t the cavalry come to free them.

Judging by their words, I’d say they had ravishment on their mind.
The idea should have frightened her, not made her nipples tighten into little points.
I am such a slut.
Actually, more like a horny teacher who’d not gotten laid in a few months. Actually, since she’d dumped her loser of a husband a few years ago, she’d only slept with one guy, while stupidly drunk, on the day her divorce was finalized. Somehow she doubted that murky experience, that involved a lot of sweating, grunting and falling out of the bed because it kept spinning, would compare to climbing atop either of the unconscious mountains on the floor and going for a spin.
Big hands, big feet, big dick, let’s eat.
Talk about a bad time to remember a dirty rhyme, one that made her snicker loud enough that Anne gave her a sideways glance.

Kicking her mind out of the gutter, she proceeded to show her girls the proper way to tie a knot and truss up an alien like a turkey. And, she didn’t keep undoing them and redoing their attempts because she wanted to touch the purple dudes on the floor. She definitely didn’t want to see if those bulges were real muscle or body armor.
As Angelic would say, liar, liar pants on fire.

Chapter Five

Brax regained consciousness, but wished he hadn’t considering the throbbing ache in his head.
Oh, that’s it. No more drinking for me.
He snickered. Like that would ever happen. He froze when a high pitched whisper showed he wasn’t alone. Which reminded him…
I wasn’t drinking, I was raiding that goblin ship and found that sexy humanoid,
who proceeded to clobber him with some kind of rod. Didn’t she know rods were for playing with, and not hitting? He’d make sure to give her lessons on their use later. Or, how about now? No time like the present. He opened his eyes and went to sit up. He didn’t budge.
What in the galaxies?

Craning his head, he peered at his body and saw himself tied in all manners of cord, from electrical wiring, to strips of cloth and even a short length of chain. Unlike Xarn’s cousin Jaro though, he didn’t wake up naked with a hot female on top of him. Damn Jaro for having all the luck.

He turned his head and saw a still slumbering Xarn in the same condition.

“Psst.” His sibilant whisper didn’t penetrate his friend’s thick skull and the tittering in the room became louder. “Xarn, you idiot, wake up. We’ve been captured!”

“What?” His eyes flew open and Brax watched as his companion went through the same act of trying to get up only to discover himself trussed up like a virgin offering to the Fire General in the seventh galactic quadrant.

“Frukx,” Xarn muttered. “I’m tied up. But where’s the naked female looking for my seed?”

“I wondered the same thing,” Brax replied, again cursing his much luckier cousin.

A weight settled itself on his chest and for a moment, he thought Karma was going to be kind to him and give him what he wanted. But he flipped his gaze back to see a miniature human sitting on him, brandishing a metal rod.
Seriously?

“Don’t move, sucker, or I’ll whack you,” she threatened. Between her white toothed ferocious smile and her freckled cheeks, Xarn had never seen anything cuter and less likely to hurt him, unless he busted an organ laughing.

He snorted, then snickered, then full out chuckled while the tiny child warrior on his chest waved her weapon and growled.

“Clarabelle, get off the gentleman’s chest.” The dulcet voice rolled over him and left him tingling.

With an “Aahh” of regret, the halfling lifted from him.

Craning, he sought a glimpse of the speaker and a surge of lust went through him at the sight of the female he’d briefly caught a glimpse of before his untimely capture.

Looking just as fetching as he recalled with her pale skin and full red lips, he longed to explore the mounds under her ugly gown even if she only sported two. Bury his face between her creamy thighs. See if her honey tasted…

A jab in his groin area brought that fantasy to a screeching, and painful, halt.

“Ow! What was that for?” he exclaimed.

“There are children here,” she exclaimed, pink spots of color dotting her cheeks. “Control yourself.”

Chagrined he’d let his lust overcome him, Brax’s cock shriveled, aided by the pain of her blow.

Laughter from his friend didn’t make the matter any better. “Ha. You just got told. Besides, it is obvious, she prefers me, the good looking one. Do with me what you will — Ow!”

Brax grinned as the female subjected Xarn to the same punishment.

“Would you both stop it? This is not funny. You are my,” at several cleared throats, she amended, “our prisoners. And as such, you will behave yourselves.”

“Or?” Brax, usually the well-mannered of the two, goaded.

“Or I’ll hit you hard enough that you’ll sing like sopranos the rest of your lives,” she threatened, raising the bar.

Hmmm, perhaps baiting her wasn’t the best solution. “Fair enough. We are your prisoners. What do you wish of us?” he asked.
Please let her say my body.

“What do you mean, we’re her prisoners?” Xarn demanded. “We are the Dual Terrors, fighters extraordinaire, mercenaries of the highest caliber, masters of, well, just about anything. We don’t allow ourselves to be taken prisoner. We do the capturing. And the ravishing. Mustn’t forget that part.”

“We’re tied up and helpless before this obviously beautiful and intelligent human. I think it best if we obey.” Brax waggled his brows at Xarn, whose face cleared as understanding dawned.

“You’re right, brother in arms. We are caught and helpless. We are yours to command, oh luscious one. Have your wicked way with us. Me first.”

A snort and a shake of her head let Brax know that his ploy to put her at ease failed miserably.

“Screw the title Dual Terrors. More like a pair of clowns. And the only thing I want from you is to find out how to steer this piece of junk back to earth. I think I found the control room but I can’t for the life of me figure out what to do, and the buttons I pressed didn’t seem to accomplish anything.”