Page 5 of Kidnapped By the Alien Chieftain

I return to the shower and step under the hot water. It hits me with its wonderful warmth, running down my face, over my breasts and down my legs, soothing my aches and pains as it travels. I could stay here forever.I try to be thorough, scrubbing every inch of my body.Wish he had left me some soap and shampoo. I remember to check the door to make sure he isn’t peaking. Thankfully, the room is still empty bar me. It’s a good sign I can trust him to honor his word.

Finishing my shower, I turn off the water as I take a deep breath, knowing I must head to the next room, unsure of what comes next. I put my coat back on and carry the rest of the clothes. The damp fabric against my skin causes me to shiver, but I refuse to go completely nude into the unknown. Approaching the door, I slow, seeing no obvious handle, but as I get closer, it splits in the middle and slides open automatically.

I step inside and see black marble benches in the middle of the room. Along two sides of the room an array of black glossy marble lockers sits. The other sides each have a door and mirrors framed in beautiful, intricately carved wood. The walls are also colored black, made of yet more marble. There are strange lights in the ceiling casting off a warm purplish light, giving the place a trendy gym vibe.

My eyes dart nervously to the colossal figure of Krogoth standing near the door, waiting for me. He has changed into asimple brown woolen robe that reminds me of an old monk’s robe. A thick length of leather secures it in the middle. In stark contrast to the simple robe, a thick black fur cloak hangs on his back, fastened in the middle with a gold chain. Each of his shoulders holds a monstrous giant clawed paw draped over the top, making him look even more majestic.

He holds a bundle of clothes in his hands. “Take, beautiful,” he says, his purple eyes scanning me up and down, wearing a smile. For some bizarre reason, it feels reassuring to see him happy. I reach up to take the bundles of clothes from him while he takes my old clothes. Judging by how they feel, they are probably the same robes he is wearing.Is this a cult thing? If he offers me Kool-Aid, I am running in the opposite direction.I take off my coat, then remember Krogoth is standing nearby. He has already turned round, moving to place my clothes into a locker, giving me privacy, which is a gracious gesture from the giant whatever he is.

I slip out of my coat and unfold the robes. I lift the huge thing up over my head and let it envelop me in darkness as I struggle to wiggle my arms through the sleeves and get my head through the neckline. Eventually, I can see the room again.It feels really heavy!I look in the mirror across the room and am horrified to see this stupidly huge robe covering me! My arms are only halfway down the sleeves, and there are huge flaps of material everywhere. I feel like a child who’s playing dress-up with their parents’ clothes.

I hear Krogoth’s familiar laughter ringing in my ears. “This smallest here!” he exclaims, effortlessly gliding towards me.

“You did this on purpose, you big joker!” I say in disbelief, pointing at him. The sight of my armless sleeves flapping around me only adds to the ridiculousness of the situation.

He is laughing even louder now, standing in front of me. “Stop,” he says, holding up his right hand with his palm facingme. Suddenly, his fingers extend into four-inch-long claws. I gasp at the sight and involuntarily take a step back. “No fear, cut robe,” he says, nodding at my sleeves.

“Okay,” I say, watching him intently, trying not to tremble. Krogoth, with his eyes narrowed and focused, begins deftly cutting away the excess material, cleanly slicing through, leaving no rough edges.Wouldn’t want to pick your nose with those out.

Again, I’m struck by his otherness.What on earth is he?He moves to my feet, expertly trimming the fabric until my hands and feet are visible once again. “Thanks,” I say, smiling, looking at him and waving my hands around. He stands up, locking eyes with me as he ties a leather belt around my midsection.He’s so gentle.His touch lingers, caressing more than is necessary. He wants to do more. I can see it in his intense eyes.

I feel overwhelmed by Krogoth’s intense gaze in this unfamiliar place and situation, so I glance away. He finishes tying my belt and stalks off to the far door. “Come, Pebbles,” he says, gesturing for me to follow. I put my coat in the locker with the rest of my clothes as I pass. I approach the door, noticing a blue holographic panel that Krogoth is tinkering with. It has strange symbols on the buttons, not like anything I’ve seen before.

“We clean,” Krogoth says as he finishes pressing buttons on the panel. My stomach churns as a loud hissing sound assaults my ears. Suddenly, white smoke bursts from the ceiling in great blooming clouds, gradually filling the room. My first instinct is to get lower to not breathe the smoky air, but I notice Krogoth standing still, unconcerned, breathing normally. “Safe,” he assures, looking down at me. I let the smoke wash over me. It has no smell, and I don’t feel the need to cough.

“Good,” Krogoth says before his eyebrows furrow with concern. “Be strong.” His words cause my hands to tremble, and I feel a knot forming in my stomach. I do not know what lieswaiting on the other side of that door. Krogoth gently reaches down, taking my trembling hand and holds it in his massive hand while simultaneously pressing a symbol on the console. Ishouldbe running screaming, but for some weird reason I feel safe with this strange red giant.

An opening in the middle of the door appears as the mechanism groans loudly, straining to separate the two-foot-thick metal doors. Krogoth leads me by the hand as we step out through the opening. It’s hard to see past the smoke obscuring my vision as it bellows out in front of us, escaping the room.

As we step further into the corridor, I am immediately drawn to the large window. Such a beautiful night sky. The moon, in particular, looks fantastically bright and huge. I can make out every crater and bump. I can’t take my eyes off it. I follow it with my head as it passes behind, out of sight.Behind? My heart races, threatening to burst from my chest as I rush towards the window to get a better view.

My legs give out from under me as I behold the view of Earth nestled between an unknown number of stars. It looks serene, radiating a blue glow, totally at odds with my increasingly rapid heartbeat.

“No! This is impossible! I need to go back! Take me back!”Krogoth is an alien and I’m on a spaceship floating in space!My mind races, trying to make sense of it all.I’m being abducted by a giant alien that wants to marry me. I’ll never see my friends again, or my apartment, or even Mr. Swanson’s little orange cat, Binkie. Is my fate to be held captive, lost in space, as some kind of perverse sex slave to this hulking exhibitionist?

I can’t control my breathing before I hyperventilate. Krogoth lifts me into his arms with ease, cradled against his massive form. “Pebbles safe. You safe,” he repeats as he quickly travels along the corridor. Tears well up in my eyes asI sob uncontrollably. Unable to think, I barely notice my surroundings.

Chapter 4

Krogoth

The Plan

Ienter my bedroomwith Pebbles in my arms, feeling the weight of her frantic sobs against my chest. I gently place her on the soft bed of furs and watch as she clutches her arms around herself protectively. “Go away Krogoth. I want to be left alone,” she says, her words striking a painful chord within me.

A sigh of relief escapes me as I notice her breathing returning to normal. I brush my hand through her shiny brown hair, hoping to soothe her. “Sleep, I return,” I say, turning towards the door, trying to push down the guilt of having abducted her.

I step out of my sleeping quarters, using the control panel to lock the door behind me. My heart aches for the pain I’ve caused Pebbles. I know she’s in shock but once recovered, she’ll wantto go home, the entire plan ending in failure.I can’t hold her against her will, can I?

Uncertainty weighs heavily on my mind.I should have spent more time learning her language! How am I ever going to convince or reassure her if I can’t properly communicate?So many wasted hours studying reports on puny human military capabilities. Our records contain scarcely anything on human culture or mating practices. What use do we, proud Klendathian warriors, have for information other than how better to crush our foes?

I hurry along the corridor toward the command bridge, hoping to update Astraxius, my old friend and scientist, about the situation. The experiment will most likely end in failure before it really has begun. Adjustments need to be made, new discoveries revealed to subvert the Scythian domination over my people.

I pass several of my war brothers, who salute in honor, as I nod back absentmindedly. Replaying every aspect of my interaction with Pebbles, I smile, thinking back to the moment in the decontamination chambers when I pulled off my loincloth. Pebbles’ arousal had been palpable. Gods, I longed to hold her soft, curvaceous body against mine, drinking in her beautiful, smiling eyes. It had taken all my restraint to resist taking her then and there. She felt something; I saw it in her eyes too, for a brief second.Yes, there is hope it will work. I will not give up.

I enter through the command bridge door to see Astraxius and Xandor chatting over the holographic galaxy map in the middle of the room. Along the edges of the room are various control consoles, manned by more of my war brothers. A huge, curved window gives a panoramic view of the vast expanse of space.

Xandor, my second in command and childhood friend, turns as I approach. “Hail, High Chieftain. Welcome back,” he says, simultaneously bringing his right fist to his chest and bowing. He’s wearing his full arcweave plate, always ready for a battle.

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