Alpha Prime and Abduction
Most men Brandi met in the courtrooms of the nation — the lawyers and the accused, the prosecutors and the judges — were dirty, lying bastards. They thought women belonged beneath them, with their legs spread wide.
Once in a while, particularly when Brandi worked late, she’d glance up from a mountain of paperwork, walk to the window, put her chin onto her hands and look at the night sky. Her heart fluttered, hoping somewhere out there, among the stars, existed a different breed of men. If only she could catch the eye of someone both strong and gentle, caring and passionate, her soul could finally blossom. When the sunrise came, she buried her head in her work, resigned that she would shrivel in solitude.
For her thirty-second birthday, Brandi wanted a stray cat, as luckless as her, but all she got was a gift card to Starbucks from her coworkers. After she was done for the day, she promised herself, she’d go to animal shelter and get her pussy-cat. Until then, she had to focus on her job and the press.
Beaming a fake smile, she exited onto the courthouse’ steps. A crowd of reporters reached for her with microphones. Cameras clicked.
“Miss Wine, Miss Wine! How did you feel when you saw the pictures for the first time?”
“My trust in our political system was betrayed,” Brandi said. Her reply, just like everything else in her life, had been prepared in advance. It was much better than a display of raw emotions. Nobody appreciated unfiltered feelings any more. “We elect men who profess strict moral values when they let the lowest, the basest instincts rule them.”
What did they do to my Beta? The Alpha Prime Maddox shoved an Earthling who obscured the view of his delicious prize. The pathetic creature sputtered a protest, but shut up after his gaze rose up and up and up, from the end of the Alpha Prime’s sternum that was on his eye level to the shoulder span that was beyond ridiculous. These massive shoulders were crowned by a columnar neck, a foot wide and a foot tall, barely enough to contain names of every planet he’d conquered. If that wasn’t enough, Maddox bore a leonine head and a scowl.
Maddox rolled his mighty chest forward and flexed his biceps decorated by gold armbands three inches thick. When the insipid Omicron Ravel insisted that the Earthlings didn’t wear gold as much as they used to, he backhanded the worm, breaking his nose. After all, Maddox stooped to wear jeans already. Adorning his superb Alpha body with cheap alloys was unacceptable.
Maddox stared the Earthling down. Look, Omicron, look, and despair.
The Earthling swallowed nervously. That was one Omicron put into his place, but another one shrieked right next to Maddox, at his Beta, “And you just happen to be our best alternative, Ms. Wine?”
The Alpha Prime tapped his ear to clear out the shrill echo. He ought to have cracked the offending Omicron’s skull, but the Beta on the stone staircase found the creature with her eyes, sweeping her gaze over the Alpha Prime too. Her right eye was about twenty percent darker than her left, the first sign of the upcoming change, her lucious bloom.
Maddox’s phallus engorged in response to the primal urge she stirred in him with her emerging fertility. The ridiculous human attire stretched to its limits, creaking at the seams. The fly was laced up by some metal gizmo, holding the Alpha Prime's great phallus locked away. Maddox gritted his teeth: this was the last time he listened to a slave like Ravel. An aroused Alphas must roam free in search of an Omega or an Omicron to sheath his erection and jet out in a proud display of his sexual prowess.
As Maddox suffered the indignity this shithole planet imposed on him, the Beta spoke. "I am," she said.
“What makes you so sure?” a reporter shouted next to Maddox, but the Alpha Prime no longer listened to their insipid chatter. The upper cadences in Beta’s voice made his balls fill to bursting with seed. He needed his release, and no matter what world he was on, he would not be denied. He braced his phallus with one hand, and grabbed the Earthling Omicron — the one who dared to obscure his view of the Beta before — by the scruff of his neck. “You’ll satisfy my urge. Come.”
The Omicron trembled with fright, sweetening Maddox’s mood. He wouldn’t waste any time breaking this sub’s resistance. Not that any Earthling could oppose his might, but he had to be quick about this side-trip, or he might miss snatching his Beta, and this would be bad.
She was on the cusp of her breeding season, almost ready for plucking. In a perfect Universe, he’d take her the second he brought her to his ship, right inside the airlock, with the whole crew envying his possession, and an Omega waiting on her knees to complete her Alpha's triple-union.
Unfortunately, the Beta wasn’t ready to be plumbed yet. The swell of her lower belly was too gentle. Her nipples barely showed through the tight human attire, and the sweet scent of her slick was too faint. Budding, but not in bloom. He could fuck her, but she wouldn't be able to quicken his seed.
Maddox didn’t regret arriving a little early to stake his claim. Omicron Ravel could squirmed about the shock his revelation might have on the clueless Beta. The idiot even suggested he — a lowly Omicron! — would land on Earth first and prepare her. Preposterous!
The sooner his Beta was in his harem, the sooner she’d be ripened and broken, and the more children the Omegas would bear him this time. The Betas were as precious as they were inconveniently fragile. They never lasted long in his possession, and it took them forever to come into bloom, while he thirsted for the next clutch of children.
Brandi felt a greedy, predatory gaze on her. She shivered, distracted from the press conference, but luckily, her answer was on the tip of her tongue.
“No dicks, no problems!” she shouted.
Laughter rippled through the crowd. In certain circles, they called her the Shark Spinster, which gave her sympathy from those liberal-minded. She needed this kind of publicity to become a DA, and she had a stomach for it. A strong stomach and a strong heart. Lonely, but strong.
She should have laughed along with the crowd, but she couldn’t master it. Not even a chuckle. The predator locked his gaze on her so brazenly, so confident of his power over her and it stole all the joy from her.
How she’d missed him till that moment, she didn’t know. The horrid man was at least a head and shoulders taller than everyone else. A giant to tower over even NBA players. His black leathers and gold chains and studs were macho to the point of bizarre. Ink covered every exposed inch of his body with arcane symbols. She’d never seen their likeness before, but they were in-your-face phallic and she was more than familiar with this type of a sulky, possessive stare.
Brandi got convictions against a dozen men who glowered at women like that. Abusers. Wife-beaters. Psychopath serial killers. There was one different thing about this one: it was her, not some other poor soul, he wanted to hurt until she broke.
Brandi’s heart thumped, but she stilled it. The man was the biggest and the scariest jerk she’d ever seen, but Selina could handle him. She pressed a hidden button for her bodyguard and indicated the brute to her. Selina acknowledged, yes, she sees him and she'll deal with him.
With Selina on it, Brandi forced her lips into a wide smile, despite her jaws clenching and chill crawling down her spine. “Next question?”
She tried to look away from the man to avoid tipping him off. Selina would handle him. She was probably already handling him. He…
Where the awful man stood just a second ago, there was a gap in the crowd.
Then the crowd rippled, and the gap closed. It should have lifted the weight from Brandi’s chest, but instead an invisible fist squeezed it tighter. My God, when will this press-conference be over?
Maddox abandoned his obedient Omicron in the narrow passage the humans liked putting between their buildings. What a pitiful substitute for his juicy Beta! She was so close to bloom, so plump. Once he plucked her from this backwater world where he had to stash her away from the pesky rebels, he’d fuck her until his every Omega was pregnant. A glorious spree of fucking... it didn't have to end with Omegas pregnancies.
He could always raid the rebels’ bases for more Omegas if the Beta lasted. If not, it didn’t matter. There was the second Beta on Earth, that would bloom soon.
Even better, with a new crop of his progeny seeded, he could plunder all the Betas that the rebels hid in their strongholds. Creating insipid rules to protect them! Keeping their delicious knots from him! He’d take them all. Glorious times!
Just dreaming about it stiffened Maddox's phallus right after he'd climaxed. He would have to satisfy his urge again soon, but it was time to hunt.
“Leave.” He let go of the Earthling.
Awestruck, the Omicron slumped against the wall, fell to the concrete and lay there, hugging the ground. Maddox grunted and stepped over him in disgust. Earthlings couldn’t perform a simple command. What a shitty planet!
Before leaving his hideout, Maddox reached for his zipper, but his hands stopped.
His Beta was descending the stone steps, and the crowd of earthlings thinned out.
He was only minutes away from laying his claim and his phallus sensed it. Confining an erection of this magnitude would be a crime, not to mention the zipper would break anyway, so he let the wind kiss his magnificent phallus and the fresh rain to wash it.
It began to drizzle, so Brandi was grateful that the courthouse had a covered car park. She waited for Selina to glide to her side. The woman was as deadly, as stealthy, and efficient as any ghost.
“Did you find him? The man?” Brandi whispered.
“No. Sorry it took so long. I had to call in a vic of a sexual assault.” The hardened woman, an ex-marine, Seline shuddered. “It was brutal, and the semen on him was thick like tar. Eww.”
“It’s his handiwork,” Brandi muttered. “I have a sick feeling, it's him.”
"Him and a few friends. This quantity of semen just couldn't have come from one man — "
Brandi thought she supressed her shiver, but Seline cut off her report abruptly. "Sorry for the gory details. Let’s get you home, boss."
Selina's eyes darted around the car park as she escorted Brandi to her spot, but the brute moved faster. Before Brandi even screamed, he leapt out of the shadows and over her car, lengthwise.
Brandi's mind froze, because it was impossible. Her body froze because she was never more terrified in her life.
“Run!” Selina cried, stepping in front of Brandi.
The monstrously giant stranger who stalked Brandi in the crowd, ripped Selina from the floor, lifted her above his head and snapped her in half like a twig.
Then he tossed the torso one way and the legs—the other, never caring about the shower of blood. It stains glistened on his skin, blending with the tattoos. His penis protruded from his fly, straight as a spear, so long and thick, it had to have been a dildo.
Brandi’s legs, though mercifully still attached to her body, folded under her as if they were mere straws. She dropped her head between her shoulders and retched, but the terrible man wouldn’t wait for her guts to empty on the concrete.
She was grabbed by the shoulders, sausage-thick fingers digging into her flesh, yanked upright, and lifted so high, she hovered face to face with her captor.
His face was contorted in an rapturous shout, a mask of unstoppable triumph. If it was brought upon by a righteous cause, her assailant could have been a model for a barbarian hero. But there was nothing heroic in the black pits of his eyes, brimming with the possessive energy. It was empty like black holes.
Dread churned her already scoured insides. She closed her eyes. "Please..."
“Mine!” the brute growled.
The echo of his claim chased Brandi down the tunnel of unconsciousness as it swallowed her whole.
“Mine,” the Alpha Prime thundered, hoisting the Beta over his head. “My prize!”
The Beta weighed nothing, smelled delicious and was limp like an eel with a snapped spine. He shook her to make her look less dead, so the Galaxy witnessed his conquest.
The Betas in their hiding holes must watch and wail for protection from their pathetic Alphas. They should know that no walls were thick enough to shield them, no ship was fast enough to flee their fate, and no Alpha stood a chance against him.
One day, they will all be his in the Galaxy ruled by his offspring.
“I am the Alpha Prime Maddox, and I take what I want! You belong to me. All of you.”
