Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (107 page)

There
was a second or two of hiss and then the Tarsus’ tail slipped between its legs
moving rapidly toward Kestra. Despite her terror Kestra tried to be brave in
the face of the danger, but a figure leapt out from her side and she heard its
familiar voice scream at the Tarsus.

“No,
you will not touch her.” These were the last words of her consort.

It
happened in an instant and made the savagery of the Tarsus completely apparent
to all who saw. Kestra tried to react, to call her lover off, but it was too
late. Like lightning the Tarsus’ tail wrapped around Taylar’s neck lifting the
helpless consort off the ground. Then just as fast Taylar’s head was forced
into the Tarsus’ gaping mouth. In a second the jaw closed and Taylar’s head was
bitten off with a splatter of blood, most of which fell on the kneeling Kestra.

The
Tarsus tossed Taylar’s body across the room and with a thud it impacted the
stone wall and fell in a heap on the floor. As the warm spray of her lover’s
blood bathed Kestra’s face, chest, and hair, the Tarsus spit out the head and
the mangled orb of flesh rolled on the ground in front of the Queen.

“Noooo,
Taylar, nooooo.” Kestra’s tears mingled with his blood on her face as she
looked down at the dead face. Yet there was little time for grief as she was naked
and on her knees before the savage Tarsus.

The
room reverberated with the loudest hiss so far and again the Tarsus spoke. “You
will obey or die. We do not care which you choose. You are animals for our use,
nothing more. Now let us get on with the inspection.” The Tarsus hissed loudly
and again the corners of its mouth rose in what Kestra interpreted as a
sinister smile.

Kestra
had never felt pure revulsion like she felt when the Tarsus’ tail whipped out
and its viscous surface wrapped around her waist and squeezed hard. To her
horror his slimy claw reached out and pawed at her chest scratching her breasts
as fleshy under-fingers to the claws squeezed and pinched her tender flesh. The
Tarsus lifted her and pulled her closer and for a moment Kestra thought it
would bite her head off like it had Taylar, but instead the black tongue
slithered out.

As
the tongue approached her face, Kestra was in shock with her mouth wide open
gasping for air. What the Tarsus did next shocked the entire hall as the slimy
tongue darted into her open mouth and plunged down her throat cutting off her
air supply. Of course Kestra gagged and wretched at the thick flesh invading
her throat, but the tongue seemed to extend forever and soon, to her utter
horror, she felt the tongue in her stomach pressing against the sides of her
belly. Kestra watched with abject terror as the tongue pressed outward making
her belly swell bigger than it had when she was carrying Dania. Soon Kestra’s
air supply was at an end and her body began to spasm from the lack of
life-giving air. She knew if the tongue didn’t come out soon, she would
suffocate.

However
the Tarsus apparently had no desire to kill her, for it withdrew its tongue
from her throat and Kestra gasped life giving air. Kestra had a moment to
reclaim her wits before it was obvious what was to happen next. The viscous
black tongue dropped lower and began to squirm into her sex.

Kestra
was disgusted and horrified, but in the terror of the moment she realized
something.
If it wanted me dead it could simply have left its tongue in my
throat and I’d be dead now. They must want us alive.
It was not much
considering what was happening to her, but at least she felt her people would
not be indiscriminately slaughtered.

Kestra
felt lucky she had recently given birth as the Tarsus’ tongue wormed up her
vagina into her womb. Like it had in her stomach the Tarsus’ tongue began to
press on the sides of her womb to make her abdomen swell. She tried to think in
this moment of terror and pain. Why was the Tarsus doing this? Would all the
women of Sarcon undergo this brutal indignity?

Kestra
had no immediate answer, but as she struggled to get a grip on the pain she
tried to look about the hall seeking out the two faces which might comfort her.
She found the stunned faces of her two handmaidens cowering in the corner of
the room and she wondered which was worse; to have to experience this brutal
rape or to watch it with the feeling you were next. Kestra knew every woman in
the room was thinking she might be next.

As
quickly as the vaginal probing had begun, it stopped and the Tarsus’ tongue
went back in its mouth just as it released Kestra, letting her drop to the
floor in a heap. The awful hiss came again and Kestra got the feeling it always
preceded and followed the Tarsus’ speech.

“You
are suitable for our purposes. We will require you and one half the female
population of this world to return to Tarsus with us. If you resist we will
kill all the males and take the entire female population which will leave your
world a lifeless rock. The females must be mature, not the old or the very
young. We grant you seven of your days to gather up those who will make the
trip to Tarsus. Do you understand what is required of you?” Again the Tarsus’
hissing rang in Kestra’s ears and as she looked up she saw the sinister smile
again, but was the Tarsus really smiling?

Kestra
saw the ultimatum as both terrible and wonderful. The Tarsus was offering her
people a chance to survive as a race, but at the tremendous cost of the flower
of Sarconian womanhood. On a personal level Kestra was happy to know her
daughter would survive, but what would become of those who were sacrificed?
Anger welled up in Kestra and she stood up in the shadow of the Tarsus staring
at him with rage in her eyes at the awful choice he was forcing upon her. The
Tarsus seemed undisturbed by her stare and its face still wore the strange
smile which puzzled Kestra.

Feeling
it simply didn’t care; Kestra turned her back on the creature and addressed the
assembled crowd. “I will go to Tarsus for the salvation of Sarcon. Who amongst
you will follow me?” Kestra’s words fell upon the ears of perhaps twenty women,
amongst them Zenna and Dowena. She looked at her handmaidens with quiet
desperation hoping they would be true to their words and set an example for the
rest.

There
was only a moment of hesitation before the two pale-faced servants stripped off
their silks and walked to their Queen. “We will go, Mistress. We will follow
you anywhere.”

Kestra
looked about the throne room and saw one by one all the females present were
stripping of their clothing and joining the naked group in the center of the
room. Kestra was overwhelmed by their support and she knew the courage of these
young women would save Sarcon.

When
all the females were kneeling naked beside her, Kestra turned to address this
harsh reptilian master. Again the darkly savage creature looked like it was
smiling at her.
Is it a smile? Is it sadistically enjoying this? If so it is
pure evil.

“We
will obey, Tarsus. In seven days all will be assembled as you require. May we
know what our fate will be?” Kestra was hoping to know the fate of those
sacrificed.

There
was a high shrill hiss which made every Sarconian cover their ears. “No, it is
not permitted, but I will introduce myself. I am called Narg and I am the
leader of my people.” Narg paused and his smile, if it was a smile, seemed to
widen. “I have taken an interest in you, Queen Kestra, and I will make a point
to see you again.” In another blinding flash of light Narg was gone.

* *
* *

Over
the next seven days Kestra spent all the time she could with Dania trying to
pour a lifetime of motherhood into a short span of days. She chose a palace
official and his mate to take custody of her infant daughter, but all her
planning could not replace her anguish at having to leave her child.

Soon
the time was upon her and she led the boarding of thousands of naked and
terrified Sarconian women onto the gargantuan Tarsus ship. For those sacrificed
it was a horrific scene. First each woman was collared, then her feet were
hobbled, her hands were forced behind her back and cuffed together. Once
restrained to a state of helplessness, each woman had their nose brutally
pierced so a metal ring could be inserted by which she and others would be led
about. Finally they were all herded into huge pens like cattle as Tarsus guards
clawed and whipped them forward.

Kestra
quickly realized all the Tarsus looked the same to her and so she could not
identify Narg. Amongst the herded masses, she had to literally fight, pushing
other women aside, to stay with Zenna and Dowena. When the ship’s doors closed,
they were all left in absolute darkness through which they could only see the
glowing red eyes of the Tarsus guards. For now Kestra had managed to get in the
same pen with her handmaidens and they huddled together for warmth. When
feeding time came they were herded to troughs and feed a tasteless slop which
initially made them wretch. Kestra tried to keep Zenna and Dowena’s spirits up
despite the fact that her own were down. She felt sure they would never see
Sarcon again.

Their
arrival on Tarsus brought more horror as each woman was branded with a
different symbol on their right ass cheek. The searing brand brought agonizing
pain, but Kestra wondered what the symbol meant. Would each female suffer a
different fate? Were they marks of ownership?

It
turned out Tarsus was a stiflingly hot world, not surprising as the Tarsus were
cold-blooded creatures incapable of regulating their own body heat for long.
Kestra and seemingly all the females were housed in what could best be
described as a huge barn were each female had a tiny individual stall. Each
stall was barely large enough to fit the female on her hands and knees and her
head poked out a hole in the stall door where her nose ring was chained below.

Sadly
what Kestra most feared happened on the transfer from the ship to the barn. She
and Dowena lost contact with Zenna and now Kestra scanned the faces poking out
of doors above, beside, and below her to try and find her lost servant, but
there were too many. Luckily Dowena ended up in the stall directly across from
Kestra and they tried to maintain their sanity as they awaited their fate like
animals going to slaughter.

With
time Kestra thought she could see what was happening. Each day Tarsus guards
would come and take some females from their stalls to be led down a long dark
corridor. The females never returned so Kestra assumed they had met their fate,
but what was it? More time passed, Kestra had no idea how much, but eventually
more stalls were empty than occupied. At one point when there were no Tarsus
guards about, Kestra spoke to Dowena.

“When
the guards come for us it’s all done. Wherever we are taken we don’t return.
Perhaps it’s best; if we are never to see Sarcon again I welcome death.” It was
the conclusion Kestra had come to.

“Yes,
my lady, death will be welcomed over this existence. My only hope would be to
die with you.” Dowena’s pretty face was contorted with fear and scarred by
Tarsus claws.

“Both
you and Zenna have served me well. I love you both dearly and I can only hope
Zenna has found the peace of death.” Kestra paused for she no longer want
Dowena to be a servant, but a friend.

“Please,
if we are to die together, Dowena, call me by my name and be not my servant but
my friend.” Kestra could see there could be no royalty in this hell.

“I
will, Kestra, and a good friend you have been. It will be an honor to die . .
.” Dowena’s words were cut short by a slamming door and the heavy footsteps of
two Tarsus.

Kestra
looked around and saw all the stalls she could see were empty.
So, the time
has come, so be it.

As
the reptilian creatures approached, Kestra saw one of them had the corners of
their mouth turned up in a familiar fashion. It was Narg!

As
the two Tarsus approached, Narg hissed and addressed his companion. “You will
use this one. The other is mine.”

They
opened the stalls and released both women. Kestra realized her long confinement
had allowed her muscles to atrophy and she could not even stand much less walk.
Undeterred Narg and his companion wrapped their tails around the women and
carried them off down the dark corridor.

As
Narg carried her, Kestra was surprised to hear his hiss. “You should be
honored. You will be the last of your kind to die. You will watch the fate of
the other and then experience it.” Narg’s hiss sounded evil to Kestra and she
realized he was trying to terrify her. She had always wondered about Narg’s
smile and this seemed to confirm he was evil.

They
passed through two doors into a small room which overlooked several larger
rooms through clear windows. The Tarsus carrying Dowena continued into one of
the larger rooms all of which seemed made to simulate a jungle environment.
Dowena went to her fate limp, her muscles unable to fight to save herself. The
Tarsus laid her body in the center of the room and stood over her. Then, to
Kestra’s horror, his abdomen seemed to begin to swell. Incredibly Kestra
watched as a long black organ appeared from the Tarsus’ abdomen and entered
Dowena’s sex.

“Our
penis, to simplify it for you, used once in a lifetime.” Narg made the comment
and Kestra was stunned to see Dowena’s abdomen swell like she was heavy with
child. The Tarsus now pulled the penis out of Dowena’s sex and it entered her
mouth. Soon Dowena’s belly swelled too and she looked like a balloon about to
pop. Kestra looked at Dowena’s face and her poor handmaiden seemed serene as if
she was merely sleeping.

“What’s
going to happen to her?” Kestra demanded of Narg.

“Her
body, as it is much warmer than ours, will activate the hatching of Gark’s
eggs.”

Eggs!
Kestra was shocked, but then she saw the Tarsus in the room with Dowena
drop to the ground as if it was dead. “What happened to it?”