She was about to turn back when a heavy hand fell on her shoulder and a voice growled,
“Well, well…what have we here?”
NINETEEN
LUCY
“Hey, what—?” Lucy gasped and then someone whirled her around and she found herself staring up into an alien face. It had crusty, dark green skin with purple blotches and slits for nostrils, which gave it a distinctly lizard-like appearance. The glowing yellow eyes didn’t help either—or the fact that he had no ears, only holes in the sides of his head.
“Well, well…what have we here?” hissed the alien man again. “A pretty little female from another planetperhapsss?”
As he spoke, a forked tongue flickered from between his lips and the scent of his breath—dusty and somehow reptilian like the snake cages at a zoo—washed over her.
Lucy saw at once there was no use in trying to get away—he had a tight grip on her upper arms and he wasn’t letting go. Also, there were four other lizard men with him—all of them dressed in identical dark body armor. A quick glance down at her captor’s crotch showed he had on a bulky codpiece which would probably protect him if she tried to kick him in the balls—if his species evenhadballs to kick.
So she did the only thing she could think of—she opened up her mouth and screamed for help as piercingly as she could.
“Help! Help me! T’zaren, help! I’m in the vill—”she shrieked. But that was all she got out before a greasy, scaly hand was clapped over her mouth.
“That’sss enough of that, girly,” her captor hissed. “I don’t know who you’re ssshouting for but it won’t do any good. You’re oursss now.”
“Mmmph!Mmmph!”Lucy shook her head violently in negation, though she couldn’t get out anything past the hand over her mouth. She began to kick and struggle and squirm as hard as she could, trying to break free even though she knew it was probably a futile attempt.
“Liss’kit—come hold her!” her captor ordered one of the other lizard men. “Let’sss sssee what we’ve got before we take her to the ssship.”
“Don’t you think we oughta get her back to the ssship first?” the one he’d called “Liss’kit” hissed uneasily as he came up behind Lucy and took hold of her shoulders. “Sssafer that way.”
“Are you telling me you’re frightened of these pitiful villagersss?” the head lizard man demanded. “Why, the whole lot of them have locked themselvesss up tight. They’re shaking in their shoesss—afraid of usss—afraid of theShadowsss.” He hissed the name with pride.
As soon as the lizard man behind her had a firm grip on her, the leader took his rough, scaly hand from her mouth, much to Lucy’s relief.
“Help!Help!”she began shrieking again as loudly as she could.
“I don’t like this, bosss,” the lizard man holding her objected. “What if the one ssshe called comesss for her?”
“Let her ssscream—no one can beat the Shadowsss,” the head lizard man said. As he spoke, he took hold of the neckline of Lucy’s nice blue sweater and ripped it open, straight down the middle.
The breeze, which had felt pleasantly cool, was suddenly freezing cold against her exposed breasts and nipples. Why hadn’t she put another bra on when she changed, Lucy asked herself? Possibly because despite being large, her breasts were still quite firm and she’d thought that the sweater was thick enough to cover her completely. She’d felt secure in it and she never liked wearing a bra anyway—it was so constricting.
Or maybe you liked the idea of T’zaren seeing the way your breasts moved under the sweater without a bra,an accusing little voice whispered in her head.Well, you’re paying for it now, aren’t you?
“Don’t touch me! Let me go!” she exclaimed, though she knew it would do no good. All the lizard men were looking at her now, their slitted yellow eyes wide with greedy lust.
“Lookit all that sssmooth, naked ssskin,” one murmured. “Not even a sssingle ssscale.”
“Never seen titsss so big and ripe,” another hissed. “Like to wrap my tongue around those nipsss and watch her sssquirm!”
“Take it easy now, boysss,” the head lizard man admonished them. “You’ll all get your turn butI’mfirssst. And after we’ve all had her, we can sssell her to the highest bidder at the Flesh Bazaar—even usssed she’ll fetch a pretty credit.”
“What about the villagersss?” hissed one of the lizard men. “Thought we came to take sssome of them.”
“Forget them.” The leader waved one scaly hand dismissively. “This little one looksss to be worth twenty of those miserable wretchesss.” He leered at Lucy and began unbuckling his belt and removing the bulky codpiece. “Now let’sss see how tight thisss little female’sss pussy isss…”
TWENTY
T’ZAREN
T’zaren thought at first what he heard was just the wind. But since when did the wind shriek his name?