Slave Planet: WAR OF THE BLOOD FIENDS!

Christina was taken completely by surprise by the three canners. Still, pausing to yank up her panties was her fatal mistake. She made a desperate grab for her hunting rifle but didn't quite make it. A big canner with a sword slashed with deadly precision and her right hand was amputated cleanly at the wrist. The girl was so shocked that she couldn't even scream. The canners were wary of attack, therefore the big one quickly hoisted the girl onto his shoulder and off they raced into the woods. Their work was done anyhow, as they could plainly see where the group of humans were heading. However, they could relay this intel to their superiors later....it was almost time to enjoy a meal. And this one promised to be a very tasty indeed.

Christina fought desperately to keep from passing out. She staunched the bloody stump that had been her hand as best she could by pressing it tightly against her shirt. She couldn't yell out because they'd gagged her with a dirty rag. The tears ran down her cheeks because she knew these perverted bastards enjoyed chowing down on their victims alive if possible. This was not a comforting thought to say the least. The trip through the forest was pure hell for the girl but it was when they decided to stop that she truly dreaded.

As it turned out the three gray canners stopped a bit earlier than they had intended. In fact they almost ran over the two red canner officers that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The red canners stood more erect than their lesser evolved cousins. Their eyes gleamed with considerably more intelligence as well. Of course all canners shared the taste for human flesh, despite any other differences.

"Watch where you're going you idiot!" Growled one of the red canners. "And what in fuck are you doing with that human....I hope this isn't more of your contraband."

The three gray canners weren't in the least bit pleased to run into their superiors already. Their hands strayed to the hilts of their long swords. Their simple brains instinctively sought to protect their newfound snack.

As the canners growled back and forth at each other Christina had no idea what the conversation was about, however, your humble author is well versed in beastial languages and will gladly translate.

The big gray wolf dumped the girl on the ground and eyed the officers warily. "We captured this human for interrogation. Please step aside and we'll be on our way Captain Sartak."

The one called Sartak rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Very good work Dark....you have surprised me at last. We'll take it from here though. You three can....go somewhere and take a well deserved break."

Dark and his two companions had worked up a considerable amount of saliva in anticipation of their meal. He glanced down at the girl and his tiny brain churned madly at the thought of giving up such a delectable morsel. He gripped the hilt of his sword so tightly that his paw surged with pain, his nostrils flared with the odor of sweet human blood.

Sartak and his friend Parterrak were enjoying this. They put their hands on the matter disintergration blasters that they wore by their side. Only canners of very high rank were allowed such high tech weapons. The lower evolved gray canners were considered much to unstable mentally to carry arms such as these. They would most likely go berserk and kill each other off in the blink of an eye if given the ability to do so. It had happened in the past more than once. Entire armies had been wiped out in this fashion. Now the grays weren't allowed anything more powerful than a good bow or javelin. Of course this policy also kept the reds in power and it just felt so damned good to always have the upper hand over the hapless grays.

Dark's eyes glowed like blood red embers from the fire in his gut and his hate for the reds. Still, even his simple thought processes could figure out that a sword was no match for a blaster. With a roar of outrage he turned and stalked away, followed by his surly companions.

The two red canners smiled gleefully at their pissed off subjects before turning their attention to Christina. "It's to damned bad we just ate that human child a little while ago. Now, we'll have to save this one for dinner tonight," Parterrak said.

"If she don't die first...look shes bleeding!" Sartak exclaimed, very alarmed.

"Shit," Parterrak whined. "Human don't taste half as good when its been dead awhile."

"Yeah, that's why army food is so much better than that damned canned crap the civilians have to make do with. But don't worry, I have a healer disk with me....the newest kind too." Sartak reached inside a pocket and produced a small glowing thing about four inches wide and disk shaped. It glowed with a strange, beautiful white light.

"Whoa!" Parterrak was very impressed. "How the fuck did you get that...shit, can I see it."

Sartak appeared annoyed at his friend. "Fuck no you can't see it asswipe. Nobody touches this thing except me. This is my ticket to making it home in one piece. And for your information I stole it of course from a hospital ship. Keep your mouth shut and I might just use it on your sorry ass if you ever get hurt...OK?"

Paeterrak shrugged in resignation...."Sounds good to me old buddy. How does it work?"

"It's easy...just watch," Sartak explained, before roughly grabbing Christina's wounded arm. The girl swooned from the pain but somehow managed to remain conscious. However, she was far to weak to resist. The tears started coming again but even with all that, she also found herself mesmerized by the beautiful glowing object in the canners hand.

Sartak pressed the object against the girl's bloody stump. The thing glowed even brighter and seemed to almost give off tiny sparks of bright light. Christina felt a very warm feeling in her arm, then the pain decreased as the disk sparkled away. She seemed to hear something like a humming noise...almost like singing. Oddly, even her head cleared somewhat as the canner continued to press the glowing disk against her ghastly wound. "Wow," Parterrak noted. "That thing is the shit!"

"No doubt my friend. Look, its almost done."

"Yeah," Parterrak replied. "Check out the human's eyes...even the shock and trauma has been reduced."

Sartak nodded. "We'd better keep a close watch on her ass now she's feeling better. Wouldn't want dinner to run away now would we?"

"Fuck no man.....I can't wait to ..........arggggghhhhhhhhuuuuuhhh!"

Parterraks last words were cut short as Dark's blade cut him from collarbone to sternum. He fell across a startled Christina who had been staring in amazement at the stump of her hand which was now completely healed over.

Sartak dropped the healer disk and quickly tried to stand. His hand went to his blaster but to late! A long curved blade protruded a good eighteen inches from his chest. The simple white tunic he wore was already soaked in blood. "Damn, you stupid assholes....," he groaned before falling beside his late friend.

"I swear that I'd eat that soft city bastard if we didn't have the human here....look shes still alive! They used a healer disk on her. Good, that means she'll last longer while we chow on those tasty looking legs of hers. Fuck, I love fresh human...this planet is the fucking coolest man!!" Dark's long tongue dripped from a torrent of saliva as his eyes looked over his next meal.

"Damn, it smells so good too...let's eat!" Dark reached down to grasp a firm hold on Christina's shapely leg. Then he pulled her eagerly towards his ghastly yellowish fangs. His two companions strained with a maddened haste to drag the bodies of the dead officers off their food. Then they quickly reached for a supple white limb to satisfy their own depraved hunger. Christina flailed away at them weakly but her little body was still to far from recovery to fight off the inevitable. She closed her eyes tightly as Dark's big hairy jaws began to close on her tender flesh.

Then Christina heard a odd sound....a heavy THUNK.... Dark suddenly dropped her leg and stared stupidly at the sight of the canner just to his left. The hairy flesh eater had an arrow sticking out of his neck. He gurgled and spat blood before collapsing across Christina...once again she was crushed beneath the weight of a dead canner...much to her utter astonishment. The girl had a sudden adrenalin rush....Riddick!

Christina struggled to push away the dead beast as the other two leaped to their feet. Dark had taken Sartak's blaster and he looked wildly about to find their attacker. About forty feet away stood a human with a nocked arrow ready in his bow. Christina had never seen the man before in her life. Dark took aim with the blaster just as his remaining canner chum took an arrow flush in the chest. "Oh fuck," the dying canner said. "Now, I'll never get to eat." He dropped dead just as Dark aimed carefully and pulled the trigger on the blaster. There was a screeching noise and a flame-like flash...then the entire area where the archer had stood became a burning inferno. Dark smiled at his handiwork as the smoke billowed from several freshly incinerated trees.

His smile didn't last long. Christina summoned every ounce of her remaining strength before driving one of the dead canner's daggers deep between Dark's hairy shoulder blades. The shock of the cold steel in his back made the gray beast drop the blaster and wheel about just as the girl drove the bloody weapon into his chest. She yanked the blade out and struck two more times before dropping to her knees and passing out. Dark was bleeding but still standing... and full of rage. He drew his long sword and raised it high over his head, his eyes fixated at the girl's slender neck. Then the monster felt an agonizing, searing pain that gave him pause to look down at his chest. There was an arrow there.....THUNK. Then there was another. Dark dropped the sword and sat down heavily. He fell over sideways, then looked dead into Christina's lovely eyes that had barely fluttered open. He licked his lips once and died. The girl spat in the monsters face..."At least you're not hungry now you bastard mutherfucker!!"

Christina sobbed as the tears came again. She did her best to sit up and look around. To her amazement the archer stood over her. He was a very handsome young man....not much more than a boy. He wore only a smallish tunic that barely reached past his hips. His head was a mass of dark curls and his eyes were big and deep brown. His body was tanned with well defined muscles.....although he was actually quite slender. He stared at her strangely, Christina suddenly realized that all her clothing had been torn away except for her panties. Her huge breasts quivered as her weakened body trembled from all the ordeal. The boy couldn't seem to take his eyes off her large, soft tittys. For the first time in her life the pretty singer was at a loss for words.

"Wh...who are you?" Christina finally managed to ask.

The boys smiled at her beautifully, it made her breasts quiver even more. Even in her present state the girl couldn't take her big eyes off the handsome boy. He handed her a small flask. "Drink this, its good wine mixed with a special nectar. It might make you feel better."

"Thank you," Christina said before turning the flask up and drinking. It was delicious and the girl drained most of the wonderful liquid.

"You are covered with blood and dirt," the boy said. "There is a little stream just over there. Let me help you to go there and wash yourself.....the cold water will be good for you."

Christina took another drink..."alright," she said. The boy helped her to her feet, she was shaky but the wine had helped out a lot. Her new benefactor assisted her until they reached the stream. She sat down gingerly at the edge of the water. The boy wet a cloth and gently wiped her face. Christina had never been bathed by a man but she was in no position to protest. The water felt good and it soothed her. She sipped the wine and relaxed. Eventually the shaking stopped. The boy sang softly in a very strange language. He continued to wash her face and back before moving to her breasts where he lingered for a very long time. The tired girl felt oddly secure as she looked into the boy's dark eyes and felt his soft touch on her rigid nipples. "Your nipple jewelry is very interesting," the handsome youth said.

"Who are you?" Christina finally managed to ask. "What are you doing way out here in the middle of nowhere?"

The boy hesitated as if unsure as to whether he should answer. "My name is Paris, Paris Priamedes."

The girl's features hinted at a bit of recognition.....where had she heard that name before? "You must be named after that character from the Iliad that we studied in high school....I saw the movie too...is that where you got the name?"

The youth smiled with delight..."Oh, you've heard of me! Actually, I am that Paris Priamedes.....you see I didn't die like the legend said. Apollo whisked me away from those vengeful thugs of Agamemnon and brought me here to live in peace."

Now it was Christina's turn to smile. It had been awhile and felt good..very good. "You have got quite an imagination there my friend. THAT Paris lived about a zillion years ago...nice try anyhow. At least you are original with your lines."

The boy frowned slightly...."No, you don't understand at all. Apollo is a god and he can do anything he wishes. He brought me here to save me....and punish me for all the trouble I caused when I fell in love with Helen. But even that was the will of the gods. I have remained here ever since those dark days."

Christina smiled again..."Well whatever," she said. "Please continue with your little story...its entertaining if nothing else sweetheart."

The handsome lad continued..."Apollo brought me here...far away from the earth and even the gods.....he made me immortal. I can stay here forever...that is...." He paused as his hand traced the girl's alluring curves.

"What...what were you about to say?" Christina asked, puzzled by the boy's hesitation.

"I can stay here forever.......as long as I never fall in love with another woman. That is my punishment you see."

Christina stared into the boy's eyes...deeply into his eyes. He took her hand in both of his and it occurred to her that he appeared incredibly sad. "Oh my," the lovely singer said. "You aren't making any of this shit up...are you?"

Then he smiled at her in the most appealing way she had ever known. "No...NO....its all true...I swear it as the son of Priam...dead king of Troy."

"You know something...Paris...you might just be the fifth person from the past that I've met in the last few days. If I hadn't seen everything I've seen recently I would call you a bold faced liar. First there was this strange man called O'Kain who helped save my life...and then there were three soldiers called Joes. Either I've gone stark raving mad or some very weird things are happening on Tronas right now. Besides, if you aren't immortal...how the fuck did you survive that blaster shot that hit you dead on?"

"You are clean and look very lovely Christina. Come with me and I'll show you my home...then I know you will believe everything I've said......as incredible as it all may seem to you...dear girl."

"I might just do exactly that," Christina replied...with more than a little wonder in her soft voice.

Paris helped the girl to her feet. She felt considerably better although she wasn't at all sure this wasn't just an hallucination. "Before we go, let's return where those dreadful beasts died. I need to pick up a few things."

They returned to the burnt out clearing and Christina retrieved the healer disk. "This thing is like magic Paris...it healed my wound...where my hand was cut off."

"Ah," the boy replied. "It must be a wonderful thing indeed..perhaps it was fashioned by Hephaestus himself."

"That name doesn't ring a bell, its most likely some product of an advanced alien technology...I doubt the canners made it," Christina said as she also picked up the blaster and a dagger. Both objects she shoved into her panties. A girl had to take care of herself...no matter what. Her logical side told her to attempt to find her way back to Professor Bone's school. Her curiosity made her want to find out more about her new friend. The fact that he was straight on beautiful was the deciding factor in her decision making process...that and the beat up way she felt. Besides, right now, she wasn't really in the mood to play forest tag with anymore of those hairy, flesh starved assholes.

"I'll explain who he is to you," Paris said eagerly. "He is a god...and a marvelous craftsman."

Christina smiled sweetly..."Ok big boy, I'm all yours...for a little while at least. Lead on."