Skylar's Guardians (2 page)

Tralec and Troy had F101-12. She was rarely used by either for sexual pleasure and served the purpose of maintaining their living quarters and taking care of the basics when the pair was not out exploring the universe. Both preferred the feel of real female flesh and easily attracted females with their handsome features. Unfortunately, females like the elderly councilwoman and mentor-prime Leeza were included in that attraction. This attraction was born out of the need to obtain pleasure that she was unlikely to experience, for Leeza, like the majority of other Calipi women, lacked the sexual organs to completely enjoy the act.

“If you are done insulting me, I suggest we get moving before the monster that attacked this poor thing returns,” Tralec said dryly.

“Don’t be so sensitive when I insult you.”

“For your edification, I will remind you that we are identical clones. You insult yourself when you insult me.”

“Yes, but I am not a big baby about it.”

“You don’t even know what a baby is,” Tralec grumbled, grabbing his carry bag.

“I’ve read about them,” Troy said defensively, following him outside. “They are prematurely hatched podlings in need of full care. They cry and complain constantly, require full supervision for their safety, and sound like a general pain in the ass.”

“And do you know what an ass is?” Tralec asked, crinkling his eyes.

“One definition is that it some sort of animal. The other refers to our resting platform. I will assume that you are referring to the latter.”

“Yes, and as far as being a general pain in the ass, you have succeeded in being one yourself. A baby is also an innocent, helpless creature that requires nurturing and patience.”

“Well, I think…”

“Just shut up and start looking for some sort of manual or instruction tablet on how to care for this female. We don’t have a lot of time,” Tralec ordered.

“Grouch,” Troy said humorously. They ducked inside the small trailer, their hulking forms barely able to maneuver in the tight confines as they sifted through stacks of trash and dirty clothes. Tralec wrinkled his nose, muttering how these people needed a biodrone, while Troy began stuffing piles of garbage into large plastic bags that he had found stuffed under a chair.

“What are you doing?” Tralec asked as Troy tied a knot in the bag he had filled to the brim.

“Cleaning. I loathe disarray. What’s that?” He pointed to a small, flat device resting on the end of a broken table.

“Not sure. It might be some sort of communicator… oh!” Tralec exclaimed as the screen flashed before him. “It has manuals in it! Look!”

“Take it with you. Maybe you can get some answers as to how to help our little human. Let’s get out of here. This mess makes me want to scrub my skin off,” Troy said, shuddering.

Once back at the cruiser, Tralec inserted the tablet into the computer scanner and pressed several buttons to access the contents of the device. His brow furrowed in concentration as he interfaced mentally with the computer system, introducing the alien device and giving it time to assimilate the information contained. Once the ship’s computer recognized the tablet, Tralec directed the machine to provide listings of the manuals according to content and number of times accessed.

“They are all in one language, which I assume is the one this female uses. Troy? I think we are onto something. They are more of a sexual race than we anticipated. All these manuals are about how to perform human sexual encounters and the treatment of females in differing circumstances. This specimen seems to favor the works of one particular author,” Tralec spoke aloud, skimming through the listings. “She also has numerous instructions on an activity called age-play.”

“What’s that?”

“I am not certain, but it looks like it’s a means to raise and care for the adult human female. According to these manuals, we are to treat her like a child.”

“What? I don’t know anything about raising a child!” Troy exclaimed with a slight degree of panic evident in his voice.

“Me neither, but we have all these manuals to help us. The device indicates the number of times the contents were accessed, so I will start by reading the most-used references. I can then piece together an instruction sheet for both of us to follow. It might take a while to find what works best for the three of us, but we can do it. Are you in?”

“As long as it doesn’t get me fired from the field, I’m all yours.”

“It would help if you learned to read this language with more fluency,” Tralec hinted.

“Why bother? I’ll just have it translated and anything I don’t understand, I’ll ask you. Don’t start pestering me. You are the brains. I am the brawn.”

“Your brains are identical to mine. You just chose not to use them. I’m going to check on our guest and then get to work.”

Tralec ventured down to the sleeping quarters and lifted the clear dome off the top of the cubicle so he could check the female’s condition. She was still dreadfully pale and her skin was cold and clammy. He knew enough about the race to determine this to be abnormal. But what should he do? She stirred slightly, opening her heavily lidded eyes long enough to show awareness and then closed them again.

Tralec bit his lip and placed his thumb on the command plate of his portable system device, accessing the manuals belonging to the human’s favorite author. Sections dealing with illness flickered onto the screen, and he began to skim over it, looking for something to help heal the tiny, dark-haired female.

“Troy? Can you reproduce these items?”

Troy looked over the list and wrinkled his forehead. “I’m not sure exactly what these things are, but I’ll research them for you. Without the molecular pattern, it might not be possible, but I will try.”

“Thanks. We might have to wait until she awakens and ask for her assistance. I’m going to get her completely cleaned up. Did you want to help? I know you are curious about the anatomy of this species.”

“Yeah!” Troy said eagerly. “Does that mean I can touch it?”

“Yes, if you are careful. Go wash your hands.”

Tralec lifted his eyebrow as Troy cheerfully plopped down on the bench next to the sleeping cube. “She isn’t a gift for you to play with, Troy. We must afford her the same respect as our society is governed by.”

“Don’t you want to play with her too?” Troy asked with a knowing tilt of the head and a grin. Lying was prohibited in their culture, so Tralec was obligated to respond honestly.

Or not. “We will dispose of this… this material that she used as clothing, wash her up, and see if there is anything else we can repair.”

Troy chuckled, accustomed to his pod-mate’s stubborn habit of avoidance when he decided not to discuss something. The two men slowly disrobed the girl, cutting away bits of clothing and exposing her undernourished body to their view. They sponged her clean, wiping away dirt and grime from every inch. Her hands, arms, and knees were adorned with bruises, scratches, and scabs from living in abusive and inhumane conditions. One ankle was severely discolored from a recent sprain, and a large cut on the edge of her foot looked to be seriously infected.

“I never could imagine hurting something this small and helpless,” Tralec said sadly, lifting the semi-conscious girl’s leg to get a better look at the laceration. “Could you get the medical kit for me?”

Troy silently handed the large box to his pod-mate, worry and concern equally plastered across his own face. “She was so cold, but now she feels hot. Why is that?”

“It’s called a fever. Her body is fighting illness. I know nothing about this species. I wish Leannz was here,” Tralec said worriedly. “She is a creator. She would know what to do.”

“She would fix her and then hand her over to Leeza to mentor. We would never see her again,” Troy sighed. “What are you going to do?”

“Try to keep her from dying,” Tralec said seriously. He removed several items from the kit, starting with a long probe attached to a small box. He lifted Skylar’s arms, looking for the pocket of skin that would hold the probe in place and allow a full body scan and resultant instructions.

“She doesn’t have a fold,” he said with concern. The female blinked sleepily as she turned her face in his direction. He patted her hand and offered her a soft smile. “The probe has to be held tightly in place to work.”

“Her mouth is too large to hold it, isn’t it?” Troy asked. He ran his callused hands down the length of her legs. “Does she have a pleasure pocket?”

“Let me see,” Tralec requested. Troy gently spread her legs to expose the dark, curly hair of her soft lips and reached to spread the folds wide. Tralec inserted his finger into her slit. “Not tight enough, and she only has one. What’s this?”

“Not sure. Let’s turn her over so we can see better,” Troy said. Together they turned the young woman to her stomach and spread the fleshy cheeks of her bottom to expose the small pink orifice.

“Fascinating,” Tralec said, pressing his finger against the hole and watching it reflexively resist him. “Why would she have an expulsion port here of all places and not on the foot?”

“It’s very pretty. Look, it winks!” Troy said in awe.

“This might do the trick. I can’t get my finger in there without difficulty. Hand me the tube.”

Tralec squeezed a dime-sized blob of white gel onto his finger and lowered it down to meet the girl’s bottom hole. He massaged around the rim, experimenting with the tightness using his thumb. She moaned and moisture began to visibly seep from her body.

“Do human females get sexual pleasure from stimulating the expulsion port?” Troy asked, his mouth gaping as the female’s body subconsciously began to rock in response to Tralec’s finger against her bottom.

“I’m not sure. She’s opening it for me… this is amazing. The tightness of her muscles is incredible,” Tralec said as his finger slipped inside.

“She would be able to take in both appendages, wouldn’t she?” Troy asked, mesmerized by the human’s response to the finger pumping in her ass.

“Yes, I think so. All right, enough playing. The evaluator, please.” Tralec carefully inserted the long, thick device deeply inside the girl’s bottom and had Troy hold it steady as the frequencies were adjusted. The core of the evaluator expanded until it was anchored tightly in place, allowing it to capture internal images and perform an analysis. A loud groan was heard from the woman’s throat.

“Don’t hurt her!” Troy barked, running his hand over the smooth bottom. “I like this part best. Our females don’t look like this.”

“It is beautiful,” Tralec agreed, sitting back and waiting for the probe to complete its evaluation. “The manuals in her device all talk about that part of the anatomy. Apparently, it is the central point to a human’s health, safety, and happiness. There are many different names for it, but the basic understanding is that it is used to both reward and punish.”

“Punish? How?”

“They call it spanking,” Tralec said, flipping open his tablet. “There are many different ways to punish and endless devices to use. My guess is that the human tends to be somewhat mischievous and needs to be kept under watch. This one especially, since she had so many manuals available. There are multiple statements regarding the possibility of defiance and that the caregivers are to be consistent and firm in order to keep the subject safe. They say she will make every effort to dissuade punishment and avoid being spanked, yet feels uncared for if she is not.”

“Humans are an odd species. Tell me more about this spanking,” Troy demanded eagerly.

“I need to read up on it, but one method indicates that the subject is placed across the thighs with the… bottom… underneath the dominating hand of the punisher. Sharp slaps are delivered to the very top and as far down as the folds of the thighs. Of course, as tiny as she is, one of our hands will cover that entire area.”

“I am assuming it causes pain.”

“Apparently so. The subject is disciplined until she either submits to her punishment or until the amount delivered is appropriate for the transgression. It is very vague.”

“Will it injure her?”

“I don’t think so. We are much larger than she is, so we have to be aware of our strength. There! It’s done. Release the pressure bulb for me,” Tralec said, pulling the results of the examination upon the screen as Troy gently slid the large probe out and tossed the protective cover in the incinerator shaft. “The readings show she has several internal injuries, but no additional broken bones, minor trauma to the head, but no neurological damage. She should be fine with rest and treatment. It says that Cyphlon is recommended for pain and accelerated healing, but the patient must be awake prior to administration.”

The female began to stir and Troy reached across to stroke the pale mounds that held him in reserved amazement. His motion seemed to calm her, and she relaxed under his hand. He dipped his fingers between her legs and covered them with her glaze before bringing them up to eye level.

“Look at this, Tralec. It glistens and the scent is so… so…”

“It makes me hungry,” Tralec said. He dipped his finger into the moist cavern and brought it to his lips. “She tastes like that pastry we like. The one you bring back from the pantry during celebrations.”

“You’re right,” Troy said, tasting for himself. “Would she allow us to dine on her?”

“According to the manuals, females enjoy that immensely. There are even details in how to perform this act so that they can receive pleasure.”

“Amazing creatures,” Troy murmured, his hand returning to the bare backside. “I can’t wait to learn more.”

“I never thought I would hear those words leave your mouth,” Tralec grinned. “I will teach you everything I know. What I don’t know, we can learn together. We just need to make certain we practice consistency or it will confuse and anger her.”

“I can be consistent. May I touch her port?”

“Yes, but be gentle if you penetrate it. I don’t know how delicate her tissue is.”

Chapter Two

The night before…

Skylar stared blankly into the starry night, oblivious to the sounds of croaking frogs and chirping crickets. Sound, in general, eluded her as she tried to walk off the concussion given to her by her slime-bag of a boyfriend. She limped on a severely twisted ankle as she held her right arm close to her body, certain that it was broken this time. He had beaten her again and left her to fend for herself while he drove off into the darkness. With no phone, no transportation, and no neighbors, she was helpless. She had no idea when he would return to the trailer or what state of mind he would be in when he did. The lifestyle of denial was over—it was only a matter of time before he managed to kill her.