Chapter 12
Vicki Varsa
Morning came. I woke up feeling the worst walk of shame feelings I had ever felt in my life. I could not believe that I had sex with this alien. It was the one thing I told myself I would never do when he first took me from Earth, and it was exactly what I had done, and more than once. I kept denying that I had wanted it so badly. But now in the light of morning, there was no denying the harsh reality that I really liked it. I had really enjoyed myself. He was incredible, and now that I had been with a Kynon, I wasn't sure that I would ever be able to go back with being with a human man. There was no comparison.
I watched him getting dressed with a cocky grin on his face. He kept looking over to me as I pulled on my jeans. I had to say something; he was driving me crazy.
“I don't think this changes anything, Captain. I still hate you. This doesn't change the fact that I don't like you because you stole me from my planet. Yes, I can understand the reason why you took me, but it does not make it right. I still hate you,” I said zipping up my jeans and sitting down to pull on my boots.
“If you hate me, then why did you do it? Why did you allow me to put my cock inside of you? I did not have to force you,” he said smiling at me with that delicious grin.
“What? I did it because… Because…” I said trying to find a good reason. I couldn't tell him because he turned me on more than I could handle and that my body betrayed my mind. “I did it because I feel like I could die at any second. I might as well indulge myself. Being with you could be the last chance I ever have to have sex. That is why I did it. I did it for myself, not because I like you,” I said. After I said it, I knew that it sounded stupid. But it was all that I had.
He laughed and laughed and laughed. It was making me very angry.
“Denying your true feelings is just like being ashamed of your nakedness when we were in the creek. You do not need to be ashamed of your truth, human. It is not the Kynon way. You will learn. Once we are on my planet and I have you home, you will learn not to be ashamed of your nakedness or your truth,” he said.
“Can we just get this over with? We need to move, don't we?” I said.
“Yes. Stay here. I'm going to climb back up to see if they are gone. If they are then we can go down there and check the wreckage ourselves,” he said moving to the rock wall.
“I will stay here,” I said.
I watched him again as he easily climbed up the wall. He was so strong, and as he moved, I could only think about what it was like when he was inside of me. He was fast and strong during that time as well. I watched until he was completely out of sight. And then I sat down and waited. I really hoped that they were gone. I did not want to stay here any longer hiding. I wanted to find Bridget. I wanted to get as far away from the cyborgs as possible.
Thirty minutes later, he came back down the wall.
“Well? Are they still there?”
“No. They are gone. It seems like they left a long time ago, perhaps during the night. I waited for twenty minutes to make sure that there weren't any. Now we can climb down there. I saw a path that goes around this way. Ready to get started?” he said.
“Yes. I'm glad to get moving,” I said. I followed him out of our little shelter down around the outside of the rock wall. It was a very steep climb down, but nothing like what he had done. This was more like a steep hike, and I had to watch my every step. It was good. Having to think about where I stepped was keeping me from thinking about anything else, including what it felt like to have his large cock inside of me.
“Slowly,” he said as we finally got to the bottom. He put his hand out, stopping me. Then he slowly looked around. It was like watching an animal perked up when they heard something. I didn't hear anything.
I held my breath and barely moved. I watched him closely. He moved his hand up and down in order to gesture to me to crouch down. I did. I moved beside a large boulder and hid behind it. Then I watched as he walked out of the protection of the large rocks and across the desert landscape toward the wreckage of the ship. There were very large pieces of metal, the size of a small car, strewn about the landscape. None of it looked like seats or even parts of the room that I had been held in on the ship. Most of it looks like mechanical engine parts. I could not see any evidence that the human women were in this area. Then I heard a loud noise.
“Stop. Intruder,” I heard a computer-like voice say. I knew immediately that it was a cyborg before I even saw it. I watched as it stepped out from behind one of the large chunks of metal.
“Alicron,” I said.
But in a split second, Alicron had his gun drawn and was blasting at the cyborg. He hit it directly in the head. It died instantly. I was terrified. Alicron moved for a cover and waited. But we didn't hear anything else. If there had been more cyborgs, they would have come out hearing these noises.
He looked at me and nodded for me to stay there. Then he ran from one chunk of metal to another and then another and then another until he ran to all of them. Then he stood up straight.
"It looks like it was just one guard. Come on; we need to do this quickly. I don't know what kind of distress signal that cyborg will send out,” he said as he walked back over to it.
“Okay,” I said, running out of my hiding spot to him. I watched as he pulled out his knife and began to take the mechanical parts off of the cyborg that looked like a radio. I was surprised that he knew exactly what to do.
“Come on. I want to see if I can find the transmission radio signal on my ship,” he said leaving the cyborg behind. Then he went to work looking at the chunks of metal. I walked around looking for any signs of the human females. I couldn't even see footprints in the sand. It made me think that this portion of the ship did not have anyone in it.
“Vicki,” he said.
“Yes?” I said running over to him.
He was kneeling down over a large chunk of metal with lots of wires and lights. I didn't know what I was looking at.
“This is the radio. Maybe I can set it up to send out an emergency signal to my planet or a nearby ship that is an ally,” he said as he began to strip the waxy layer off of copper wires and went to work. Suddenly the radio came alive, and I could hear the static and a transmission.
“What is it?” I asked.
“We are picking up something,” he said.
“Is it more people?” I asked.
“No. It sounds like a busy marketplace. There must be a village nearby,” he said.
“But what if it is the cyborg Village?” I asked.
“Good point,” he said turning a few knobs and trying to get the transmission clearer. It became clear and loud and we could hear the voices.
“That does not sound like a cyborg voice,” I said. The sounds were in a strange language I had never heard. It sounded like it could be some form of Mandarin Chinese mixed with Spanish, but I knew that that was not possible.
“I know the language. That is Lonnie. It is the language of the Lana.”
“The Lana? Are they friends of yours?” I asked.
“Better than that. They are allies of the Kynon, but they are also intergalactic merchants. That means that whatever village is nearby is a trading post. We have to get to it. This is good news. It is very good news. It means that this planet is not only occupied by cyborgs, even if it is the majority that is on this planet.”
“How do we get there?” I asked.
He looked around. It could be anywhere as we both looked at the long desert.
"I'm going to have to ask,” he said.
"Ask? How?” I asked.
“Like this,” he said. Then I watched him as he pulled on more wires. He grabbed two and sparked them together. It was like watching someone hotwire a car. Then he began to speak with his face near a speaker looking microphone.
“Requesting coordinates to the trading village? I have goods to sell,” he said. He said it over and over again until finally, it was clear. Then there was the response.
“Coordinates to Cantu, sixty-four by thirty-six,” the response said.
“Coordinates confirmed,” he said.
Then he looked at me with a very proud smile. I could tell that he was impressed with himself.
“Good job,” I said sarcastically.
“I should say so,” he said. Then he moved away from the radio. I watched him as he moved to another portion of the wreckage. Then he pulled on an instrument and yanked it out of the panel.
“What is that?” I asked.
“It is a directional compass,” he said. Then he pulled something out of his toolbelt and attached it to it. It's suddenly came alive. He put in what I could only assume were the numbers that the radio gave him. Then he moved in a certain direction following it.
“It is this way. It is about half a day’s walk; it is not far,” he said.
“That means it's not far from the cyborgs either,” I said.
“It is true. We must be very cautious. But if we are fast, we might be able to get there before nightfall. Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes, let's go,” I said. And then I began to follow him.
“Do you think that it's possible that the others might be there? Your crew? I am very worried about my friend Bridget. I hope that she survived the crash. She is very special to me. She is my best friend,” I said.
Suddenly he stopped walking. He turned and looked at me. “I promise you that I will find her for you. I will do this for you,” he said.
I was surprised by his words. I was very surprised. He seemed sincere all of a sudden.
"Thank you Alicron,” I said.
Then he continued to walk. I followed closely behind him keeping an eye out for any movement. We were very exposed in this long desert landscape with nothing to hide behind except for a few boulders here in there. I hoped that this village was friendly. I hope that I could find Bridget. I hoped that maybe I could even get back to Earth.