Page 2 of Taken By the Zypherian King

“Where will you find such a creature?” I asked Typhar because I had never seen golden hair or pale skin before, whereas he didn’t seem as put out over the request as I.

“The Traders of course,” he said as if it was the easiest thing in the universe. “It’ll cost you, though.”

“Just subtract it from what I owe the priests. That will serve the greedy bastards right for telling me what to do.” I smirked grimly. The idea did improve my mood.

“I will have some holograms for you within the hour,” Typhar promised, reminding me why he was my war commander; nothing shattered his stoic personality.

The hour wasn’t even up when, true to his word, my comm signaled a message from him.

I sunk into the cushions of my couch at the sight of the first holograms. Never in my life had I seen creatures like the ones projected. On a whim, I commanded them to be lined up in front of me. Naked and true-sized, they walked about my chamber, smiling enticingly at me.

Each one was golden-haired. Some with longer, some shorter tresses. Some curly, some straight. Each one was pale with a hint of a rosy glow. For some, even the hairs covering their sex was golden. Others, whose wasn’t, seemed to be growing darker roots, raising suspicions in me that their hair had been dyed.

Discarding those, there were five left. But my cock had already made its choice. It stiffened at the sight of her. Large, deep blue eyes stared sightlessly at me. Her tits bounced enticingly with every step she took; pink nipples stood erect in their center, making my mouth water.

Maybe the gods hadn’t been that wrong, I mused and made a mental note to bestow more land on Typhar for this. He had earned it.

ALICE

The doors opened soundlessly as usual, but a slight disturbance in the air made us freeze and stop whatever we were doing. All heads turned in the direction of the dreaded entrance.

Four aliens pushed two women into the room, while their cold eyes moved over the rest of us, doing a quick, internal count, before the doors closed behind them, leaving the two women standing there, naked and cold, to take in their new home.

Women might not have been the right word from where I came from, but here it was all the same. We were all women here. Equally fearful, equally homesick, equally imprisoned. No matter what species we originated from.

I wasn’t sure how long ago, a couple of months maybe, I would have called them aliens—now they were my fellow prisoners.

When none of the other women rose to greet the newcomers, I sighed and walked up to them.

“Hello, I’m Alice,” I said, relying on the translator implant our captors gave me only hours after they abducted me.

The two women stared at me; both were of different species, neither was human.

“I’m Boroguaenixean”—or something like that—“and this is Xi.” The woman with the green, scaly skin introduced herself and the other.

“I’m sorry, Boro…” I drifted off, unable to make the sounds she had. “Can I just call you Bo?”

Her three yellow eyes blinked as if surrendering herself to her fate of being called Bo by someone as ignorant as me.

“Forgive her, Boroguaenixean.” One of the other women finally stepped forward. “She is an ignorant human. Their species has never met any of ours before.” She rolled her eyes meaningfully in a very human way, and I stepped aside.

Did I say we were all equal here? I meant to leave Swarqoir out of that. Swarqoir had been here the longest, and for some reason, she seemed to think it made her some kind of queen of us or something.

With a sidewards glance, I returned to my spot where the other human women sat, staring at me in amusement.

“I know, I should have known better,” I muttered.

“Here, eat this; it’ll make you feel better.” Iris, the girl from Germany, offered a piece of what we called space chocolate.

“I don’t know how you can eat here,” I mumbled but took the offered morsel. They were feeding us well in our captivity, keeping us clean, dressed, comfortable even. I hadn’t heard one woman complain about a sexual assault, other than that first—no, I wasn’t going there. To that tiny room with the camera.

At any given time there were exactly a hundred of us in this cell. Yesterday two had been taken, and today they were restocked.

Of the hundred, twenty of us humans, made up the largest group in our prison.

Swarqoir, one day when she had felt inclined to talk to me, had informed me that the day we were brought in, twenty of them were taken out, right before our arrival. Where they went…

Nobody knew.

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