I had been having very erotic dreams about the Corillion ever since my abduction. I was very lucky to get away. I was grateful that I was back home in Brooklyn back to my life. My friends had looked at me like I was some sort of heroine after my dramatic ordeal. I wanted to forget all about it and just get on with my life.
I did a good job of it during the day. But when I lay down to sleep, my subconscious took over. I dreamt about the Corillion. I dreamt about what it would have been like if I had not been rescued. One more day in that prison and I would have been taken to the Corillion galaxy where a strong warrior would have taken me for a wife.
These were the dreams I was having, but it went deeper than marriage. I found myself being taken by a Corillion warrior and enjoying it. In my dreams, I was tied up, and the warrior would have his way with me while I moaned and wiggled underneath him. It was always a dream that left me feeling guilty in the morning. Yet that did not stop my mind from sending me right back to that dream, night after night.
I would find myself waking up wet between my thighs from an orgasm I’d had in my sleep. What was wrong with me? I should be glad that it wasn't my fate to be the mate of a Corillion warrior. But it didn't help that my friends always wanted to hear about it as though I had been taken by some sexy pirates or something. They fed into my fantasy and kept the nightly erotic dreams going. So when I heard the deep growling voice in my sleep saying, “Wake up. Wake up, human female,” I thought it was nothing more than a dream.
I felt a strong hand moving up my leg. It was just my imagination. Then I felt cold steel press into the flesh of my leg. And I heard the voice again, “I said wake up, human female. Wake up, or I will kill you right now.”
I slowly stirred awake, trying to force myself to leave the dream. It was becoming too real of a dream, and I wanted to wake up, wash my face, have a glass of wine, and go back to sleep. I opened my eyes and realized that I was still dreaming, I had to be. It was the only reason why I saw a massive figure standing at the foot of my bed. I was still dreaming.
"Good. Sit up," the angry voice demanded. It felt so real. The dream felt so real. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked over at my clock it read three in the morning. I reached out for the lamp to turn it on. “Do not move!" the voice growled.
I stopped screaming and looked at the Corillion warrior that was standing at the foot of my bed. He had long black hair that was shaggy with tendrils falling down to his shoulders. It was all that I could see of him in the dim light. His monstrous figure was looming high over me. He was robust, with broad shoulders. The blue scales glinted in the dim light. The voice had a distinct baritone sound to it. The massive physique on him was that of a Corillion. There was no mistaking that there was one in my room, and he was angry.
"What are you doing here? Get out,” I said with my voice quivering in fear.
He laughed. “I am here for revenge. You are Saramina Jedsin, a human female assassin. You have taken the life of my leader, Cultan Krillis, and now you must pay for it,” he growled.
"Yes. I am going to kill you. But I am not going to do it yet. Your presence is requested in front of the new leader, the leader that took the place of Cultan. I will take you to Titeq as he wishes to look into the eyes of the killer of Cultan. Then I will kill you,” he said.
I was trembling with fear. How could this be happening again? It was so unfair and so dumb that a Corillion warrior was accusing me of this.
"Your leader Cultan stole me; he abducted me. I am no assassin! He took me from my life and was going to force me to marry a Corillion. He grabbed my leg when I was running away during the raid by the Earth army. I tripped and fell, and he was pulling on my leg. There was a blaster gun near me, so I grabbed it and shot him. He is the one at fault for his own death. If he would not have stolen me in the first place, maybe he would still be alive, if the Earth army would not have gotten to him anyway. He is the one that is at fault for his own death, not I. I was only acting in self-defense. Now get out before I kill you too,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster. I knew that I could not kill this Corillion warrior as I did not have a gun or any sort of weapon. I was in bed and practically naked, but I had to use my intelligence in hopes that I could outwit him.
In the darkness, I saw his jaw flinch. Perhaps I was making sense to him. He walked toward the wall slowly and flipped on the light switch. He turned and looked at me. I grabbed the sheet and pulled it to my chin.
I could see him clearly now. His thick, black eyebrows framed his dark brown eyes. His long black hair was stringy and down to his shoulders, his naked shoulders. There was black stubble on his face that made him look rugged and extremely menacing. He was in standard Corillion dress, with no shirt and a large belt around his waist with various weapons hanging off over skin-tight trousers that were thick, like wetsuit material, and left nothing to the imagination. His thick muscular thighs surrounded a bulge in his crotch. Calf high boots in black finished the warrior look.
But the most Corillion thing of all was the metallic blue scales on his right shoulder that went all the way down the side of his body to his hip. This was the signature Corillion trait.
He looked at me and grinned. He took slow steps towards me. His dagger was in his hand. I pulled my knees to my chest. I wasn't going with him. I was not going to go to the Corillion galaxy where I would be murdered for something that Cultan had brought upon himself. I jumped from the bed and ran in the other direction toward the door. In seconds, the Corillion warrior was upon me. That is the last thing that I remember.
When I woke up, I was in a room the size of a closet. There was a thin bed, almost like a bench, with a mattress on it. There was water and a plate of food and I knew the look of the glassware and plates all too well. It was the same type that I saw at the secret base when I was being held captive. I stood up from the bed. I was still wearing my sheer nightgown that exposed my breasts. I was glad that I was wearing white panties at least, but I felt very vulnerable. There was a large door, and the walls were gray without windows. The dim light was flickering off and on. “What the hell?” I said to myself.
I went to the door and pressed on the latch. To my surprise, it opened. I stepped out of the small room into a hallway that was long and narrow.
“It can't be. It just can't be,” I said to myself as I walked down the hallway.
I did not want to admit that I was on a Corillion spaceship. It was something that I had been fighting when I was at the secret base and now after all that I had been through, I still wound up here anyway. Oh, the irony. It was my escape from the secret base that made this Corillion warrior come to search for me. He was out for vengeance against me for taking his leader from him. I was not going to allow it to happen. I would take the entire ship down if I had to.
I quietly padded down the hall. Suddenly, I saw a window. I ran to it and looked out. Now there was no denying it: I was in space. The blackness surrounded us, and I could not see anything that looked like Earth. I did not know how long I had been sleeping. I could have been out for days, or even an entire week. We were far from Earth now.
I looked out at the wonder of space. I was in awe of it, and if this were under different circumstances, I would be enjoying it. But this was no adventure. I was in danger.
I kept wandering the ship until I saw something that looked like a room with lots of systems and lights. I looked around and saw no one. I began to push many buttons and flip switches. I yanked wires out of the wall. I was trying to wreck anything that I could see and get my hands on. Then blasting sirens pierced the air and the lights blinked off and on. I smiled to myself. I had done it. I would rather crash or be stranded in space then go to the Corillion galaxy.
"You!” the Corillion warrior growled at me. I ran in the other direction even though I knew there was nowhere to run to. He chased after me and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. At that point, I saw one more Corillion warrior running down the hall.
"Seto! See to the controls! The human has messed with the cooling system! Fix it!"
The warrior called him Viqer. I guessed that was his name, the warrior that had me thrown over his shoulder, shouting profanities at me. I punched his back with my fists and kicked him in the stomach with my feet. It only seemed to make him angrier. His manly warrior scent was all around me, and it was a heady fragrance.
"Since you will not stay in your room like a good human, you give me no choice! I did not think to lock your room because there is no place for you to run. We are in deep space. But I should have known that you would cause chaos on the ship. You are trouble, human female!”
He laughed at me. “That is impossible. I will just have to secure you. You will have no comfort here. That is of your own doing,” he said as he entered a cell. My eyes grew wide. There would be no privacy here. There was a small bed and a table, and beyond that, only bars. He threw me on the bed. My breathing grew rapid. Was he going to take me?
"Do not move. I could snap your neck in a flash. Do not move, human female. Do not test me,” he said as he grabbed a chain linked to the wall. He grabbed a metal cuff and strapped it on to my wrist, then the other. Our faces were very close together, and he looked at my lips, as they were trembling. He grabbed my chin with his large hand and pressed a vigorous kiss against my lips. For a moment, I melted into that kiss. I was kissing an alien warrior, and it was turning me on.
Then I remembered that this warrior was sent to kill me. He was sent to hunt me down and kill me, and he should not be kissing me. I bit his lip. He pulled back and his brows furrowed at me. Then he snarled; he seemed to like it.
“Don't forget I have already killed one of you, and not just any one of you, but your leader, and I can do it again,” I sneered back at him. He growled and smiled at me. Then he moved down my body. My breath caught in my throat. What was he doing? His face went very close between my thighs, and he looked up at me with a big smile. Was he going to do what I thought he was going to do? And more so, why did I want him to?
That was wrong, that was very wrong. I should hate him and yet all the hours that I spent fantasizing about being taken by a Corillion warrior had made me lose all rational thought. My desires were overtaking my mind. I wasn't thinking clearly.
"I can see what you're thinking. You want me to taste you. It is obvious to me. I have been with your kind before,” Viqer said to me. My eyes grew wide, and I felt a flash of red on my cheeks.
"But you are not going to get it. You do not deserve it,” he said as his face moved past my wet center going lower toward my knees. He grabbed my ankle firmly in his hand. Then he strapped a cuff around it. Then he grabbed my other foot in his hand. His hands were large and strong, and they dwarfed my feet. He strapped on the other cuff on my other ankle. Then he stood up and stared at me.
"I can see your hard nipples through your dress. That is a sign that you want me. But you cannot have me. You are being punished for what you have done. Soon you will be in front of my leader, Titeq, and then soon I will kill you,” he growled at me and then he turned and closed the bars behind him and left.
I let out a sigh. I couldn't handle it any longer. I needed some release. If I did not get it, then I would be throwing myself at him when he returned. I moved my hand inside my panties and touched my clitoris. The chain rattled loudly. I moved my hand back-and-forth, all the while thinking about Viqer taking me. It was what I needed to think about, and in seconds, I was releasing. I moaned and wiggled on the bed. I laid back and enjoyed the pulsing that ran through me. I tried to catch my breath and placed my hands on my hard nipples, pretending it was Viqer's hands. I laid there knowing that it was very wrong that I was so turned on by him. It must be the danger and the adrenaline of it. That must be why I found it so thrilling.
An hour later, the warrior that Viqer had referred to as Seto walked over to the bars carrying a tray. He slid it underneath the bars toward me. I stood up, and the chains rattled as I did so. Seto stopped and stared at me, and my breasts through my sheer gown.
"Seto, how long before we get to our destination?” I asked with a humble smile trying to make friends.
"It is a trading outpost. Everything is bought and sold there, even female captives like yourself. It is full of criminals, and there are no laws,” he said, trying to scare me.
I smiled and joked, “How much do you think I would go for?” I said in a seductive tone as I posed for him.
"A lot. Especially the way that you are dressed and how you look,” he said, smiling as he took a step back toward me.
"If you were thinking about stealing me away from Viqer and selling me on the market for yourself, I would not say a thing. It would be our secret. You could take the profit for yourself and run away on Etora. I would be someone else's problem,” I whispered to him.
"No! That is treachery. I am a loyal warrior. Do not say such a thing ever again," he said angrily and stormed off.
I smiled to myself. I had planted a seed in his head. He would be thinking about my plan. Before long, it would be something that he thought he could actually do. I would prefer to take my chances on this outlaw planet. In the process of being taken from the ship to be sold, I would have a chance to run away. After being sold to a new owner, then I would have another chance to run away. The point was I would not be stuck on a ship with nowhere to run. Perhaps there were even humans on this outlaw planet known as Etora. I hoped that this Seto would become greedy and go through with the plan. It was my only hope.