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"Work harder!" the guard shouted.
John tore away at the stone with the iron bar as if it was one of the Lizzars who held him captive as a slave. Forced to work during the day and have sex at night, he longed for freedom for reasons different from the others around him. Having five women to cater to him exclusively wasn't his idea of paradise when he wanted much more. He pried away more rock and tossed it into the hopper. Once full, a captive centaur would haul it away. While he worked, he listened to the guards talk. They had no idea about maintaining security. Consequently, lots of rumors were spread among them. Most of them were more factual than not.
"We shall have the ore soon to complete another tractor beam site. Once it's in place, we'll have more slaves, right sir?"
The Lizzar leader nodded. "Keep these slaves working. Another week should see the new site in action. Then we shall defeat the centaurs and their remaining human allies. They'll be our slaves or dead. Tomorrow, we shall move these to another camp. The mines here are filling with poison."
John was concerned that another town like his might be ripped away from the Earth and brought to this world where its inhabitants would be quickly captured, stripped of everything they owned, and forced to work as naked slaves for the rest of their lives. Their slave work only interrupted by minimal sleep, food, water, and forced sex to produce more slaves.
His town had almost fought off the Lizzars, but ran out of ammunition. Only ten people were still free along with five carloads of books saved from the school library. He hoped they were busy educating the centaurs sothey could not only catch up, but surpass the Lizzars in technology on a world that was definitely strange in more ways than he could have imagined.
The Lizzars had made the leap past swords and spears to electricity and lasers. The centaurs were still in the bronze age. John's efforts before being captured had stimulated them and given them hope of beating the Lizzars. Now their destiny was all up in the air again. If the Lizzars succeeded in bringing another piece of Earth to their world, they could easily negate any advances the centaurs made and surpass them with their existing industrial edge. If that happened, the Lizzar boast of enslaving them would come true.
Without any way to tell time, John worked by the electric light as he dug into the rock for precious ore while several armed guards watched him and others. Were he not chained by his ankles, he might have been able to fight back and escape.
"Leave your tools! Time to produce!" the guard hollered out.
John and the teenage boys captured with him dropped their tools and walked behind the hopper being drawn by a centaur. When they reached the mine entrance, the sun was almost completely down below the horizon. He and the boys accepted their meal, a fruit that provided both liquid and solid nourishment. They ate as they walked along behind one guard and flanked by others. When they reached the slave quarters, their work guards remained by the doorway while they went inside where other guards were stationed.
John made his way to his women and went down on the first one he came to. Much as he appreciated getting blow jobs to start off with and other foreplay, the guards didn't allow that as it was wasteful of semen. He thrust himself into her while she smiled at him.
"Hard day at the office, Dear?"
"Yeah, hard day, Victoria. The Lizzars are making another tractor beam site like the one our town fell on when it arrived. They're planning on recreating their experiment now that they know what they created so they can capture another piece of Earth and bring it here."
"Once I balloon up, you're going to have to get the others pregnant. We won't be able to hide it then."
"I know, but at least taking you first uses up most of what I've got to give. I never dreamed before of getting you pregnant. I hope you're not upset."
"Well, at least it's you and not some teenage boy who reminds me of Conrad. I arranged for Kitten to be next tonight. Okay with you?"
"Is she?" asked John.
"Yes, she is. She's rather happy about it since it's yours," Victoria answered.
"Maybe so, but I don't like the idea of our children being born into slavery," he said.
"None of us do, but they've got us chained. We're not going to escape anytime too soon, it appears."
"Who's after Kitten?"
"Cheryl, then Amandalee, and Melanie. Cheryl's not sure yet, but she could be also."
Copyright © 2006 by David L. Kuzminski
Posted June 23, 2013
A peach colored tom kit laid in a clearing beside a crossbow. Scars showed his skill, and he had brown patches of fur. His blue eyes glowed and he saw a flash of red. A red furred kit lept out of the shadow and landed on him. "Dragonkit!" He snarled. Dragonkit snarled back. "Nice to see you again, Arrowkit." Arrow slashed at her. Dragon dodged and blew a fire ring. Arrow looked and shifted away. The she kit rose into the air. "Be a prisoner or die. Your choice." Arrow thought for a minute. "I... i'll be a prisoner." Dragon picked him up, knocked him out, and took him back to the K.K headquarters.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.