Page 6 of The Omega's Unexpected Bounty
Ask a stupid question I guess.“Lower the emergency transmitter range,” I said, “so it reaches the colony, but no further.”
He pulled the pockets closed on the pants, then pressed against my leg flat. I heard his voice via my implant. “Let’s hope this goes to plan. If not, you would have preferred the distress beacon to go out wide.” I nodded to his agreement even if he couldn’t see.
The junk vessel was tilted and deep into the dusty soil. Several times I slid on metal amid the debris while I made my way to the thick, curved emergency door at the back.
After four separate lever pulls the exit fell outside with a dull thud and a puff of dust, and I waited for the first to arrive.Here goes.After a few minutes, I stumbled out of the ship and waved to several dusty males from different species. One was tall and orange with spikes for a face. Two long antenna-eyes flexed back and forth while he blinked. Next was a thick green man with a bulbous head and long tapered ears. He looked with a snarl and thin yellow eyes. Another was yellow with a smooth waxy head and thick mandibles that clicked rapidly as he pointed.
There were more, but my heart thumped when I saw two, tall Volardi males. Both with brown skin although I suspected that wasn’t their original color. The dust and mining surely darkened them up. I think their hair was red for the bigger one, and blond for his shorter mate under all the dirt.
Even if I couldn’t see the purple hair stripe on the right side of their head or their purple eyes, I would know their species. It also went beyond the traditional rows of spots and flecks on their chest. You could see them in the shadows and know – Soturi males, the highest rank in their empire. They were men you saw in a gladiatorial arena. Big, thick, and the type that would kill for an applause from the crowd. From their flared nostrils, they picked up on my scent. They would never kill me – anything but that – but they would fuck me until I wished I were. That’s what we were to them, nothing more than baby makers and a hole for them to empty themselves into. Technically I wasn’t Volardi, but it didn’t matter. I created slick and could take their cock; that was enough.
The miners stared at me; a man too small to work the mines but would be perfect for other duties. I was surrounded by men and glared at by two who could breed with me.
Above I had a ship with enough firepower to level the colony, claws capable of slicing through Kluba stone, and nanites that could heal any injury. Twenty years on New Texas gave me ways to efficiently kill everyone. I only had one choice.
My hands went up, and I whimpered. “P-Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you want.”
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Chapter Four
CAAN
“We have another Omega boys, and this one’s young!” The thick brown male the color of rusty runoff water slapped his dusty, wrinkled hands together while the hovercraft flew to the mining town I saw earlier. Thick lines on his face deepened with every hooting laugh.
It took a few seconds for them to imagine what to do with me but minutes to agree not to kill each other. Guess that told me where the priorities were or what they were thinking with. The two Volardi flexed their purple fleck decorated chest muscles as they postured to each other. Fortunately, my lower medication was enough to broadcast but not enough to drive them into a mating lust. If it was just those two, they might have fought for the ‘right’ to take me. The others wouldn’t have the same Volardi mating lust, but I would be good enough for nights, if not years of fucking.
Fake tears went down my face while I looked off into the distance as if I was too afraid to look at them since most of my sex would be. The Volardi like to say they treat their Femeni and Omegas well but I know history. It was one lesson my father insisted upon so I wouldn’t lose my guard. A few generations back, their Femeni were the disposable sex. Fuck them, let them pop out kids, and keep them as sex slaves. They said they learned their lesson after the plague and both Femeni and Omegas were treasured. If true, the message didn’t reach here in the Badlands.
I forced a full body tremble as I looked at both Volardi men. Their empire ruled the galaxy. If you were Soturi like them, the empire prepped for your success. You had to be a real fuck-up to end up here in exile. That left one kind; ones so bad even an empire of monsters doesn’t want them.
Even if you didn’t have a familiarity with their empire, the unbroken glare told you everything. Amid the dust and rusty copper, I smelled their sugary candy scent, and I’m sure they inhaled mine. Physically, the sweet aroma wasn’t unpleasant, but knowing it came from them made it so. I heard mates smelled different to each other. Some like pastries, and others like flowers. The combinations were endless. I wondered what aroma I was to them.
The thick, brown driver coated in dark dust spoke. “We’ll say the crash damaged the collar if anybody finds out, not that we’re reporting this.” I didn’t think it was funny, but it got a laugh. Over the hovercraft’s hum, he continued. “Blessed with another Omega. Who would have thought?” Bits of the conversation drifted into my ears as if I wasn’t there. Predictions of what they would do with me and wonderings about how tight I was back there came before they were met with more laughter.
They bound my hands, and I felt Tiny pressed around my calf. Like all sims, he could mold his form. It wasn’t unlimited shapeshifting per se – he had to keep the same overall shape, but it was enough for them to assume it was leg muscle and pass a hurried inspection.
We stopped at a towering gate with a brown rusted metal door. On both sides, were tall guard outposts. My eyes narrowed, and I saw the overhanging energy cannons. I made sure not to stare long at anything but took in the fortress-town. More long, brown hovercrafts floated to the side. Some looked new while others were covered in a patchwork of dinged multi-colored metal. The gate stayed open, and two floated off toward my crashed vessel. Most likely, to scavenge whatever was useful from my crashed ship.
A tall shadow crept over me. I looked up to two towering collections of gears, and long metal in the vague shape of a humanoid stared off silently.Exo-Suits.The models were newer on New Texas and not as dinged as these. Years back the Volardi colonized my world to make it like the real Texas from my other father’s world. It worked for a while, then Humans and Volardi decided they didn’t care for backbreaking work; hence the suits. Put a slapper on your forehead, and you could command them to dig into the ground or move heavy objects. There were other ways to drill for materials, and I’m sure they had them in the sheet metal warehouses off in the distance.
The hum stopped, and the craft settled down with a soft thump. I suspected the pudgy dirty brown man was the leader, and this confirmed it. “I get first shot.Severalif you know what I mean.” I wouldn’t say I heard anybody speak. It was more like chirps, clicks and vague dismissive mumbles. He held up with hands. “Once I’m done, we’ll draw up a lottery.” His thick bushy eyebrows rose. “Don’t anybody get any ideas about rushing to first place or taking out somebody, so you get him faster. Everyone gets a chance. We’ll do this civilized.”
There was a word for what they wanted to do, and ‘civilized’ wasn’t it.
Yellow, orange, grey and other colored men nodded with thinned frowns. The two purple-eyed Volardi flexed their muscles and the dark-purple chest flecks pushed out. I had a good idea what was going through their mind even if I didn’t know the exact thoughts. No matter what it was, they waited for now. They both smacked a fist against their hands and smiled. I turned away in subservience as they expected. They exited the craft with the others and walked back toward the guard tower. Now it was only the camp leader and me. We went off to a single sheet-metal covered house in the distance. “You’re a quiet one, aren’t you?” My eyebrows pinched together while I said nothing.
“That’s fine. You don’t need to say anything, but let me give you some advice. The boys won’t want somebody who lays there. You need to do your part too. Some of them like a little fight, but nottoo much.” I assumed the craft was on automatic. He turned around and stared at me for several seconds. “Not going to ask whatIwant? I’m the one you have to worry about.” I shrugged and hoped it was enough of a response. “Mmmm... there’s something about you that’s off, but no matter.” The craft stopped before the multicolored house with new and old metal. The mish-mash welding gave it a dull color patchwork quilt feel.
“You’re an Omega. That means you take what we give. The Volardi boys, they’ll be on you like Yerk beetles on flowers. Me? You’re just another hole, but that’s enough. Emptying myself into your ass and mouth ain’t bad – especially out here.” He stroked his thick chin slowly. “You might plan on escaping.” He shook his head no as if it were a bad idea. “Don’t. It’ll make things harder on both of us, but mostly you.”
Mister Leader slid off the hovercraft and snapped his fingers for me to do the same. I did and took in more of my surroundings even if there wasn’t much to look at. There was another Exo-Suit moving boulders into thick dusty metallic spirals. Cracks and rumbling from within as they were crushed echoed out.
He pushed me along the path to the brown, grey and silver metal house then told me to stay put. His beefy fist pounded on the patchwork door. “Nate! Get your ass out here. Got a present for you! Nah, more like an apprentice.” That got another laugh from him.
I heard thumps against metal from within, and the door quickly opened. My mouth opened, and I sawhimbare-chested as I. Although he too was in thick blue denim. I didn’t think I favored my other father’s looks, although I saw similarities with him. His hair was darker than mine and brushed up in a slight pompadour while I had lighter hair brushed off to the side. We both had a dark stubble. His body was taller and thicker than mine, and I’m large for an Omega. I imagined before they changed him, he was Alpha or Soturi sized. If he was still on Earth, he might have looked older, but they slowed his age, so he was physically still in his mid-twenties. His smooth face was young, but his long-distance stare added more decades than any wrinkles ever could. His thick, angled eyebrows pinched together as he saw me and then looked down to the ground.
My other father...I thought about this moment ever since I was young enough to wonder. Most of my friends had a mother and father. No mother for me, but two dads or one I could see and then none. Questions to ask or things to say from memories flooded my mind, but not my mouth. All I could do was stare. With the Volardi, he might have been their third sex. Their Daras or Betas were the second, middle sex. It was just two with my parents. ‘Second Father’ seemed more appropriate.
