Margussa nodded her understanding. “It will not be nearly the chore it was under the Dohrag’s oppression. We will head out to the fields, as you request, though we will require additional males to dress as guards and accompany us to complete the illusion.”
“I can handle that,” Kuxx said. “We will have a strike team assembled and in position well before the shuttle arrives.”
“Excellent,” Heydar said, the plan already in motion. “All we must do now is wait.”
Wait they did, and like clockwork the shuttle arrived in the afternoon. It was early afternoon when Shalia saw the shuttle descend from its orbiting platform. She had to appear as though she was working, but she positioned herself in such a way that she could glance up and watch the action unfold.
Heydar and his team were ready, the ones disguised in armor waiting in position. The shuttle landed without issue, the ersatz guards at the far ends of the landing zone casually standing at their usual spots. To anyone who might be looking for irregularities, there were none. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. This was just another boring supply run.
The large hatch opened, and the sweating male workers began loading their heavy cargo, led by Heydar, the group accompanied by a pair of armed guards. The Dohrags manning the ship waved them in, almost bored with the routine.
They didn’t know what hit them.
Heydar and his false guards quickly took down the crewmen and rushed deeper into the shuttle while the other workers pulled weapons hidden in their crates then charged in behind them. It was fast, and it was surprisingly bloodless. The flight crew were not built of the same stuff as the usual Dohrag guards. Faced with sudden death, they surrendered without a struggle.
Heydar walked back out into the sun and waved the all clear. A moment later the others followed, leading their captured Dohrags single-file.
“The ship is ours,” Kuxx declared loudly, pumping his fist in the air as he strode out of the landing bay.
The prisoners were quick to spill details. The threat of a very slow and very painful death seemed to loosen their tongues quite nicely, and in just a few minutes the freed captives had a full appraisal of the situation. Now they had to act.
Again, the captured Dohrags were given a choice. Comply, or perish. Wisely, they chose the former. While aggressive and cock-sure in numbers, separated from their main group they were far less stoic than Shalia had been led to believe.
A knife held firmly to his throat, the pilot informed the supply platform in orbit that the shuttle was experiencing a technical problem, and it would take time to repair. With the proper pass codes verifying he was who he said he was this was nothing more than an annoying bump in their supply chain. They would simply have to make two runs the following day to make up for the delayed transfers.
Their overnight stay was approved without issue at that point, giving the escapees a bit of breathing room, at least for the moment.
More than that, they learned that while there was one additional shuttlecraft still aboard the station, it was currently inoperable and awaiting replacement parts from the next Dohrag ship to visit for resupply, and that could be some time. The only other nearby ship that might be able to supply them had been lost just the other day a few systems away, possibly in a conflict with Raxxians or some other race. In any case, no other ships would be coming.
Shalia breathed a sigh of relief at the news. Everyone did. They could finally let their guard down, at least for a little while.
A feast was planned for that evening, a celebration of their newly reclaimed freedom. Shalia and Margussa were among thosehelping coordinate the event. Darla had offered to help as well, but the two women had seen how she was looking at her man.
“Spend some time with him. We’ll take care of it,” Shalia had said.
Darla didn’t need to be told twice.
The free men and women raided the private food supply of the Dohrag general, helping themselves to the good stuff he kept locked away for his own enjoyment. They had produce galore, but a lot of delicious delicacies were hidden away in the general’s personal food locker. And, to the delight of the freed prisoners, there was an ample supply of alcohol as well.
Heydar stepped in before it devolved into a free-for-all and declared that all would partake of the bounty equally. That said, he did claim the general’s quarters for his own, and not a soul objected. He’d saved them, after all, and he and his mate had some unfinished business in mind for later that night.
The atmosphere was one of buzzing energy as the former prisoners ate, laughed, drank, and danced to what Shalia found to be a surprisingly catchy bit of alien music played from a commandeered stereo system she couldn’t begin to understand how to operate. The important thing was it set the mood, and the evening had become quite the party as a result.
As it grew late, the revelers, most of them prisoners for far too long, began pairing off, heading away to find a quiet place to blow off some stress and steam in a far more vigorous manner. It was understood that whatever this moment was, it was something shared by those who had endured the same trauma. Whether something more might come of it later was not the issue. For now, people needed the release.
Heydar and Darla had left the party early, their looks of burning lust so intense Shalia found herself getting second-hand horny as a result. And as it turned out, the general’s quarters were not nearly as soundproof as they’d thought.
“Wow,” she said with a chuckle as the cries of passion reached her ears.
Kuxx was sitting by her side, happily buzzed, and watching her as they both listened to the sounds of what must have been nothing short of an epic fucking going on nearby. His relaxed eyes focused on her, his lids drooping slightly with clear intent. Shalia’s cheeks flushed, and she felt the hot wetness between her legs blooming. She shifted position, crossing her legs, the pressure on her swelling clit making her whole belly tingle with heated anticipation.
The blue-skinned man’s trousers were bulging, an erection clearly forming as he saw her reaction to the sounds of Heydar and Darla’s passion. He cocked one eyebrow slightly, questioning with but a glance.
“Are you game?” the look said. But this guy was an alien. A damn sexy one though, she had to admit. And despite the madness of the idea, Shalia found herself seriously considering it. With a little liquid courage in her veins, that little voice of doubt that was so frequently her annoying voice of reason had gone quite silent as libations were imbibed as the night wore on. And now? Now she was feeling pretty damn good. And there was something that would make her feel even better.
What the hell?I think I’ve earned it.
Shalia rose and took his hand, leading him out into the night. Margussa, she noted, was watching, an amused and approving smile on her face.
