Page 3 of Beauty and the Alien Beast
The gray alien was named Bellbucz?
“You’re the head med tech,” Bellbucz snapped. “I don’t touch your stuff. Where did you leave it this time, Varbec?” he asked before blowing an extra-large puff of vapor as he got up reluctantly.
“I don’t know! Come help me. We’re arriving at Planet Omers soon, and the earthling needs to be ready. They’re starting to condition the new batch of humans tomorrow, and we need to make our quota.”
Humans?
Alarm flooded my system. I wanted to scream… fight… run away… but I couldn’t do anything but lie there immobile due to whatever they did to keep me stationary.
“All right. All right,” Bellbucz answered before joining Varbec. “Are you sure you calibrated the human’s new translator unit correctly?”
“Of course. The earthling is worthless if she can’t understand her new owner’s commands.”
My new owner? Oh sweet baby Jesus… the aliens are trafficking humans—aka earthlings—and I’m going to be sold like cattle.
Varbec continued. “My mate just birthed twenty hungry younglings. And if I don’t get paid, I can’t buy food, which means they’ll eat me instead.”
“You wouldn’t be the first Reticulan to get eaten by your younglings,” Bellbucz replied at little too matter-of-fact.
“Quiet, fool!” Varbec barked. “We’ll get paid if we configure her correctly. She’s a prime mating vessel… the kind that will go straight to the Omers for conditioning, then sold to the Wulfaen Gladiators to rut with.”
Mating vessel? Conditioning? And what the hell is a Wulfaen Gladiator?
Bellbucz hissed, “I almost feel sorry for the weak humans. The four-armed Gladiators are brutal, disgusting, and hideous when they shift into their furry beasts.”
I swallowed hard.Four arms? Furry beasts?
“I agree,” Varbec said. “But at least they don’t fuck their females in beast form, which we can’t say about the Omers.” He snorted. “A sexual mating with the horned Omers would kill the females very painfully. The hard shell at the tip of their staff would tear the females apart inside. They would bleed out, and the pain would be excruciating. I wouldn’t even wish it upon an enemy.”
My stomach rolled with panic.
Bellbucz nodded slowly. “The Earthlings are lucky that our physical exam of the first human female we abducted confirmed they are not capable of breeding with the Omers or giving them sexual relief.”
Varbec replied, “It is good that we finally convinced the idiot Omers that since the Gladiators no longer have females, the human slaves might be worth something to the Wulfaen.”
“The slaves might be the key to saving the Gladiator race from extinction,” Bellbucz retorted. “Which means more pay for us. Too bad we still can’t cut the Omers out of the transaction and do business directly with the Gladiators ourselves.”
“I am working on a way,” Varbec answered. “But it will take time to get an audience with the alphas of the Gladiators. My sources tell me there is conflict among the Gladiators on whether they should buy the earthlings. Some nonsense about them not wanting to force the humans into mating with their males.” He paused. “They are a proud race… Too proud, if you ask me, given that they’re facing eventual extinction if they don’t find a race of females to breed with their Gladiators.”
Bellbucz laughed before saying, “Barbaric idiots.”
“Yes, they are,” Varbec conceded. “Even when their own attempts to find suitable females from other alien races have proven fruitless, they still hesitate to buy the humans.”
“Maybe that is why they hesitate,” Bellbucz said, “because they don’t think the humans are the answer to their problem.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Varbec snapped. “Our data shows that at least the earthlings are sexually compatible with the Gladiators, so they can pass them around to their males for rutting.”
Fear struck me deeply.
“Gladiators don’t share their females,” Bellbucz said.
Varbec snapped, “Desperate times sometimes call for desperate measures.”
I heard something else being jostled around, then Varbec said, “Let’s get back to the matter at hand—getting this female ready. The calibration is fine on the receivers. These humans have simple auditory centers in those squishy little brains of theirs. I’m just worried the impatient Omers will forget to install the right power crystal once we deliver her. They’ve done it twice already. The wrong one will slowly fry the circuits, and then she will not be able to communicate with the male she ends up with.”
They both came back over, dragging some huge cart with them.
“Don’t we have a purple-grade crystal here?” Bellbucz started searching through the cart.
