Mckenna Nubilean Angels

1. Auflage 2022
ISBN: 978-3-98510-609-7
Verlag: Lone Cloud
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark

E-Book, Englisch, 362 Seiten

Far out in the universe Grolack monsters search for planets whose inhabitants they can enslave.Only the Nubilean Angels stand in their way. Nubilean Angels are a fierce race of powerful and beautiful women who walk almost naked at all times. They are dedicated to the destruction of the Grolacks but they also suffer treachery and deceit amongst their leadership.When the Grolacks find Earth they start the enslavement of the human race. Only the Nubilean Angels save them.

I was born while enemy aircraft bombed London, spent some of my childhood amidst the wretchedness of post-war Austria, then with siblings and mother, followed my military father across the world. At the age of 15 I joined the British Army and attended the apprenticeship college at Harrogate, then the Royal School of Military Engineering. At 17 I passed selection for the Paras serving in the Gulf and Europe. Afterwards, running my own electronic and physical protection company came easily and gave insider knowledge for my crime thrillers The Unseen, The Uncounted and The Unwanted. Now a father and grandfather, in parallel to these crime thrillers, I have ventured into the action/fantasy world of the young reader aged 12+16. The Mind Traveller is a series of three books where Rosie adventures deep into the unchartered universe of Mind Space. Second and third is The Witch's Shadow and Warrior Of The Light. As a fulltime writer I live between the UK, Portugal and Ireland.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Mckenna, James

Leseproben

CHAPTER 3

“What is your name Draken?” Eloo observed the hybrid with distaste. By his extended nose and jaw, she judged him of low origins. He hunched his black, wizen shaped body, wringing clawed fingers, oozing subservience.

“Spurg,” he answered. “My mother called me Spurg.”

“You never had a mother. Only the Draken circle are born of pure female.”

“I swear Lady Mistress. I am a scientist of the highest order.”

“High enough to breed maggots,” Kiri said. She lent forward, allowing another member of the group to fasten a collar and chain around her neck. She did likewise to Eloo.

They stood below the brow of a hill. On the opposite side lay a Grolack compound, an encirclement of junk, of derelict fighters and land cruisers, the scrape and waste that appeared wherever Grolacks settled.

They estimated an enemy force of around three hundred, holding a similar number of prisoners. Most would be females from the invaded planet. Females fetched the highest price in the slave market. Captured males were used as parts in Grolack factories, children were eaten. Few survived capture.

Eloo’s plan meant Kiri and she would suffer, but she saw no alternative way to cross the open space before the compound. The Grolacks had a large cannon mounted on the wall that ruled out any frontal attack.

Both pulled on gloves with metal caps over the fingers and straps that fastened at the wrist. The gloves were a Draken invention, meant to prevent warriors extending their talons. In these gloves the wrist locks had been removed.

“They are going to enjoy us, “Eloo said to her warriors. So when I call, come fast. Kiri has a temper.” She patted the other’s cheek and they laughed.

Each sister then touched the other and their minds became as one. No further spoken word passed between them.

Eloo gave the chains to Spurg. “Lead us Draken, and remember, death is but a moment from your first mistake.”

The three came round the hill and moved down across the dry valley floor. Eloo saw Grolacks on the wall take interest, saw them swing the cannon in their direction. The closer they drew the more Grolacks appeared, their grunts and squeals carrying in the air. She read the fear in Spurg’s mind, he knew there was a strong chance of being killed. Two Nubileans were worth all the other slaves together. Her life depended entirely on how she handled the Grolack in charge. The stench of the compound increased with each step, the smell of crowded, unwashed bodies, mixed with the odour of decay.

They were almost under the wall before the senior Grolack appeared. He showed the typical bloated pig like features of a Grolack mutant, an attempt to biologically create a Grolack with intelligence, an artificial life neither machine or creature, an experiment gone wrong.

“Stay,” he shouted. “I am Lug. This is my compound. What have you to trade reptile?”

“Nubileans,” Spurg answered. “I need a shuttle to get back to my ship. Some food. Perhaps a female or two.”

“How could a freak like you capture two warriors? You’ll tell me next you raped them. Do you have anything to do it with?” he shouted, encouraging his soldiers to laugh, bloating his chest when they did so.

“There were others, they have been killed. I am the last of a trading party,” Spurg answered.

“I think you stole them,” Lug said. “And I am of noble birth, I cannot deal with thieves.”

“I too am noble, an aristocrat,” Spurg shouted.

“You! You were spewed, not born. But I am noble because I have noble features. Is that not so?” Lug turned to the Grolacks, his arm raised, challenging any to doubt his word. The soldiers squealed and grunted, stamping in approval.

“I recognised your status noble one. I can see you are of the highest Grolack society.”

“Indeed I am. The very highest.” He looked closer at Eloo and Kiri. “They are fine specimens. Have you pulled their talons?”

“No sir. I saved that pleasure for the one who buys. But as you can see, they are gloved, they are quite safe.”

“Bring them,” Lug shouted “Let’s see what you have.”

In the base of the junk pile a gate was dragged aside allowing Spurg to lead them into the yard beyond. Grolacks swarmed from the wall and out of their holes, shouting jeering. Both warriors were pushed and grabbed from every side. Lug came through the mob flaying with a whip and punching any who stood in his way.

Standing tall over the crowd, Eloo and Kiri reconnoitered the compound. The slave pens were full of the planet’s indigenous population, small red-haired people who showed little emotion or intelligence. Few Grolacks remained on the wall, and these looked to the square. The cannon was deserted.

“Attack now,” Eloo spoke with telepathic power to the minds of her warriors on the hill. “Our ordeal is starting.”

Lug struck viciously until he cleared a circle around them.

“You are right reptile. They are unmarked.” He fondled a breast of each, squeezing Kiri’s until she winced.

“See great one, how readily they respond. It is only their spirit which is broken. They are in prime condition for training, raped only once, and not by me. I’ve kept them clean.

Control became difficult for Kiri as Lug seized her jaw, forcing her to bare her teeth.

“Not bad. Are her talons unbroken?”

“They will make a fine necklace.” Spurg bowed, twisting his hands. Encouraged by Lug’s appreciation he turned the warriors round, offering appraisal of both their rears.

“Magnificent,” Lug said and he lashed first Eloo, then Kiri with his whip.

The younger cried sharply, unable to stop her reaction to the sting that seared her buttocks. Beneath the gloves her talons pushed against the metal tips.

“Not yet,” Eloo told her. “Resist.”

“Wait my lord,” Spurg intervened, terrified the Nubileans would blame him for their pain. “Before you mark them, we must first agree a price.”

“Price. The price reptile is your life.” Lug squeezed Spurg’s face and pushed him backwards, sprawling the small Draken between the legs of the crowd.

“A few moments more.” The approaching warrior’s words came clear to both Eloo and Kiri as the tall grey figures sped across the open valley floor. They could see Grolacks on the wall and near the cannon.

Lug turned back on his captives flaying each in turn until red welts rose across the soft, silken skin. “Move you bitches, I have special treatment for you.”

Eloo felt her flesh on fire, involuntarily she took a pace forward, straining to retain her talons while the Grolacks cheered at her apparent obedience. Kiri had less success. Her right glove fell to the ground under the pressure within. The skin on her rear smarted with pain and burnt with humiliation as strip after strip was laid on her. The screech started low in her throat and rose to a crescendo. She could do nothing to stop it.

Lug heard the sound on its first note. His reactions resulted equally from fear as self-preservation. He leapt backward into the space where Spurg had fallen, stamping on his body to get clear.

“Kill.” Eloo spoke the single word before throwing aside her gloves and lashed with three-inch talons. Face and bodies split apart, splattering the circle with the green slime of Grolack blood.

Shouts of encouragement for the whipping now turned to terror. Those at the front pushed back against the mob forcing from the rear. The combined volume of the Nubilean screech rose above the noise and carried across the compounds where their sisters scaled the wall.

Talons ripped apart armour, flesh and bone in sustained slaughter. The Grolack panic becoming a hysterical frenzy beyond their mental control. Any who were armed fired indiscriminately at whatever moved, killing dozens of their own. Both Eloo and Kiri took up fallen lasers and fired directly into the tight pack of bodies. The volley of laser bolts cut through their ranks. Gasses within the Grolacks exploded, and part of the crowd caught fire. They began to scatter from the centre of the compound, only to be stopped by Nubilean fire from the walls. The warriors decimated them. Soon the compound was a mass of dead and burning bodies.

Smoke drifted in heavy black clouds through the pens where slaves cowered against each other. When she detected no further sign of enemy movement, Kiri stood and with other warriors began to open doors. Soon little people were running from the gate and across the desert floor.

Eloo rose also. She unfastened the collar from her neck and went in search of Lug.

She knew Grolacks had no concern for each other. For the elite, Grolack soldiers were no more than animals, hatched on conveyor belts, while a Draken grabbed all he could and deserted.

“Nubilean bitches,” Lug shouted, rummaging where he had hidden money. He pushed bundles of it into a container along with trinkets and crystals. When the box was full, he lifted it to his shoulder and taking a laser, returned outside. The smoke gave good cover but he could see Nubileans at the far end of the compound releasing slaves. He let lose a long burst from his laser and turned the cage...