The Kavakian Empire – Part Two Emperor Ch3a

space ship corridor

Corridor of the Kavakian space ship, the Dragon

The Kavakian Empire

A Space Opera by Dawn Ross

Part Two ā€“ The Emperor

Chapter 3a

(Part two of The Kavakian Empire novella continues. If you haven’t read the first part of this sci-fi story, check out the tabs on the right.)

Two giant men on either side gripped Hanna’s arms painfully. They were hurting her but she dared not give them the satisfaction of letting them know. She pursed her lips in grim defiance as they escorted her down an empty corridor. Hanna had no choice but to walk with them. If she decided to stop, they would simply lift her by her arms… or drag her.

The reality of what was about to happen hit her when they stopped at a door Hanna suspected was the entrance to someone’s living quarters. She dropped her weight and jerked her arms in hope that she would catch them unprepared. But they held her tight.

Fear seized her. She struggled violently. But she couldn’t do anything very effectively with the way these big men held her. Before she had time to consider another move, they had her inside the room and one wrist cuffed onto a metal ring located by the bed.

“No point in fighting it, Sweetie,” one of the men said. He smiled at her in a way that made her cringe. His eyes were glinted with lust. He moved to grab one of her breasts, but the other man stopped him.

“Lank will kill you if you take her before he has his time with her.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Lank,” the lusty man said with a glower.

“Don’t be stupid,” the other man replied. “You’ll get your turn. Besides, she’s hardly worth risking your neck over.”

The lusty man grunted in agreement.

When the two left, Hanna was shaking so badly she could hardly stand. She breathed heavily and wondered if she had even been breathing a few moments ago. Her heart raced uncontrollably and for a moment she thought she was going to pass out.

Hanna tried to calm herself by taking a slow deep breath. But taking in the odor of the room almost made her retch. It reeked. It smelled like horrific body odor mixed with something rotten.

When Hanna’s heart finally began to slow down, she took a better look at her surroundings. The small room was beyond dirty. The floor was carpeted, but the grime was so thick in places that it looked slick from being trampled into the fibers. Empty liquor bottles and half-eaten food littered the floor and furnishings. Even the bed had garbage on it.

A closer look at the bed revealed grossly stained sheets. Hanna almost broke out into a sob. Not only was this brute going to rape her, he was going to do it on this filthy bed. No, I’m not going to cry, she told herself.

Hanna tried to pull her wrist free, but the cuffs wouldn’t budge. She jerked harder, back and forth, ignoring the pain in her wrist.

“You fucking bastards!” she yelled. Despite the promise she had just made to herself, Hanna began to cry in earnest. She couldn’t break free. This was going to happen and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Hanna wept a little longer before she got a hold of herself and resolved to be brave. If this is going to happen, she thought, I won’t give him the pleasure of crying. She could try to fight it, but maybe he’ll like it if she tried to fight. Perhaps she should just lay there lifeless and let him do his thing. Doing nothing would make his excitement very short-lived.

But no, Hanna couldn’t imagine just allowing herself to be used. She was going to fight no matter how pointless her situation was.

Hanna’s heart leapt to her throat when the chamber door suddenly opened. To her surprise, it was Terk who entered the room.

When Terk had been on her ship, he never leered at her. Nor did he do anything sexually overt. He did smirk at her once when he noticed she was a female security guard, but that was all. Seeing him here now, though, petrified her. When she had met him that time before, it had been easy to forget he was anything but a boy. He did not look like a boy now. He was tall, as tall as her. He wasn’t built like the men were, but he was in good shape. His black reptilian armor gave him a sinister look, one that was enhanced by the deadpan lack of expression on his face.

Somehow, Hanna found her courage. She spewed a string of curses at him. “You little shit! You’re not man enough to take me. I bet your balls haven’t even dropped yet,” she screamed.

Terk scowled but said nothing in reply.

Hanna knew in the back of her mind that antagonizing him would get her nowhere, but she just couldn’t help herself. “We should have let you die when you were on our ship! You don’t deserve to live, you warted blackbeast.”

Terk looked angry as he approached her. She tried to kick at him and swung her free hand in a fist. He deflected all her assaults effortlessly.

“You won’t take me without a fight, you bastard!” she yelled.

“I don’t want you,” Terk growled menacingly. “And by the time I get done with you, no one else will want you either.”

Before Hanna could reply, Terk grabbed her by the back of the neck and pinned her to the wall. She had intended to fight him but he was too strong and too fast. He had her completely subdued. Her fear really set in now, especially when she looked into his eyes. They were dark and unwavering, cold and at least a little angry.

But instead of groping her or forcing her to the bed, he injected a hypospray into her neck. Then he let her go and stepped back.

Hanna looked at him in surprise.

Terk said, “I’ve just injected you with a pseudo-strain of Ghondorian venascabia. You’ll develop a rash in moments. When Lank sees you, he’ll be pissed. He’ll beat you, but he won’t rape you.”

Hanna swallowed hard. Her heart was racing. She was still afraid, but she was also confused. “Um, thanks,” she replied with uncertainty.

“Don’t thank me,” Terk replied without emotion. “The beating will not be pleasant. This is for the pain,” he said, handing her another hypospray. “Hide it as best as you can.”

With that, Terk left. And a moment later, Hanna began to feel itchy. Ghondorian venascabia was one of the most disgusting sexually transmitted diseases that a person could get.

(This sci-fi saga is protected by copyright) Copyright May, 2015 by Dawn Ross

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