Page 29 of Kidnapped By the Alien Chieftain

“‘We’ aren’t doing anything. I’m going in alone after he makes himself comfortable,” I say firmly, pulling Xandor back by his shoulder.

“What? After I’ve been waiting here for hours? That’s ridiculous,”Xandor protests, eyes narrowed in displeasure.

“Xandor, if you go in there, we’ll probably not see you for a week,” I say, a sly grin spreading across my face.

Xandor scoffs, “Hilarious, Chieftain,” and rolls his eyes, his annoyance obvious.

“I’ll make it up to you next time.” I pat his back firmly. “Stay here, keep watch, and make sure no one follows me,” I command, eyeing my three comrades.

Leaving the group behind, I leap down to the alleyway, carefully avoiding any sources of light. The brothel is just asstone’s throw away, but I need to cross a path to get to it. I keep an eye out for the two Tuskarian bouncers, hoping to remain unnoticed. As I get closer, the Lunar Dreams’ metal structure looms above me, the misshapen balconies casting eerie shadows. With a powerful jump, I grab onto the first level balcony and pull myself up. I move slowly, crouching towards the nearest window, making sure not to draw any attention to myself.

As I creep towards the first window, the darkness within gives me pause. I listen intently, but all I hear is eerie silence. With a sigh, I realize it’s not the one I’m looking for.Moving on to the next window, I hear muffled sounds of passion emanating from within. My ears prick up as I listen closely. “Yeah, that’s it. Ride me good!”

Slowly, I peek over the windowsill and hold my breath as I witness a scene of a Crongarian lying on a bed while a Jungarian female with ample breasts bounces on top of him. Her hands rest on his midsection as she gyrates her wide hips, and her short furred breasts bounce widely in motion with her eager movements. The Crongarian moans in pleasure with each rhythmic sway.

As I glance at the Jungarian female bouncing on the Crongarian, a thought flashes through my mind: “Her breasts aren’t as nice as Pebbles’.” I shake my head, tearing myself away from the lewd scene. It only serves to increase my longing for my beautiful Pebbles. I move on to the next window, staying in the shadows and keeping my head low, aware of the danger lurking around in this unfamiliar place.

I approach the next window, pausing for a moment as my ears strain to listen for any sounds. Hearing nothing, I slowly inch my head over the windowsill. But what I see makes me almost retch with revulsion. A pale Glaseroid is wildly splashing about in a tub filled with swarming tiny insects as another Glaseroid,perhaps a female, pours more of them on top of him. “Oh, the way they skitter on my body is… magnificent,” he moans.

I spin away, my stomach churning at the grotesque sight. It is something that should never be witnessed. “Gods, I thought Xandor was bad,” I mutter under my breath.

Taking a deep breath, I approach the last window with trepidation, hoping to be spared any more grotesque scenes of Glaseroid insect fetishism. I’m not sure how much more of this I can handle. As I draw closer, the muffled voice of a female reaches my ears. “Such a pathetic spikeless little boy, aren’t you?” she taunts, followed by a loud cracking sound.

The submissive voice of a small Argorian reaches my ears as I peer through the window. He is tied to a metal frame with chains and leather, completely naked, while a tall and sleek Argorian female dressed in black leathers looms menacingly over him, tapping a multi-tailed whip in her hand.

“Yes, mistress, I’m pathetic,” he whimpers, his eyes downcast in shame. But she isn’t satisfied yet.

“Avert your eyes from my visage. You don’t deserve to look upon me!” she spits on him, before bringing the whip across his midsection, causing him to cry out in pain. She twists his nipples cruelly, laughing maniacally at his suffering.

As I watch the scene unfold before me, a curious thought crosses my mind. I wonder if Klendathian couples indulged in such strange pleasures in the old days. Shaking my head, I suppress the thought, reminding myself of the task at hand. My target is within reach, and he has even neatly tied himself up for me. I chuckle at the irony.

Without hesitation, I leap through the window, landing with a thud amongst the broken plastics, suppressing the urge to laugh at the sight of the tied-up Argorian hysterically squirming against his restraints. The tall female dressed in black stands in shock, staring at me in disbelief.

“Who in the void are you?” she demands, her voice laced with anger.

“I’m his next appointment. Leave quickly and quietly,” I reply firmly, my eyes burning into hers.

She seems taken aback by my boldness, “Oh my!” but quickly composes herself. “You two have fun.” She practically runs towards the exit, closing the door behind her.

With a sharp turn of my head, I face the tied-up Argorian, slowly stalking towards him. My towering figure casts a long shadow over him. His struggles intensify as he frantically tries to break free of his bonds.

“Did the Psykes send you?” he mutters, his voice trembling with fear.

I close the distance between us, standing before the incredibly vulnerable Argorian, my eyes piercing into his soul. “Where is the Nebian tech?” I demand, my tone offering no argument.

“I don’t know anything about Nebian tech! What, are you crazy?” He shakes his head in disbelief.

Undeterred, I extend my clawed index finger, scratching it across his chest. His body shudders in response, and a low moan escapes from his lips. “Oh yeah, big boy.”

By the Gods, he’s enjoying this!I have to resist the urge to step back in disgust.Why didn’t I let Xandor do this?I deliver a crushing blow with my elbow to his side, the sound of the Argorian’s agonizing screams reverberating through the room as several of his ribs snap under the force of my strike.

“I thought you liked pain?” My voice is cold and calculated. “Either you tell me what I want to know, or I will continue breaking every bone in your body.”

The Argorian’s eyes widen in agony and terror as he realizes the gravity of the situation. He knows he has no choice but to give me the information that I demand. Slowly, he describes the location of the Nebian tech. It’s in a secret building nestled deepwithin the labyrinthine mining tunnels. Each detail is etched into my memory. One misstep in the maze would mean getting hopelessly lost, spelling certain doom. It is with a heavy heart that I assign my group to explore the bleak and foreboding depths of Terminus Exile Station.

“If you’re lying to me, I’ll finish what I started, and it won’t be a happy ending for you,” I growl, my eyes narrowing in warning. The thought of silencing him crosses my mind, but I know he will not be going anywhere, anytime soon. For now, I have all the information that I need.

I catapult myself out of the shattered window, landing gracefully on the balcony. I make my way carefully back to rejoin the others who are waiting perched atop the building overlooking the Lunar Dreams. They are jumpy as I climb onto the roof top, greeting them. “Hail, brothers.”

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