Strange Submission ~ Kinky Erotic Collection

By Derendrea

Three sizzling hot stories packed with submission, pleasure, romance, and magic. Each tale features a strong willed female character, one or more handsome men, and plenty of pleasure!

Crashed in the Outlands:
A sexy alien woman crashes on a jungle planet with four husky humans. Lucky for her, the humans are quite adept at surviving the hostile planet.

Sacrifice to Tangaroa:
A young woman is sacrificed to the ocean to appease the Tangaroa, the Maori God of the Sea. Tangaroa comes in person to claim her, but it isn't that death that awaits her beneath the waves.

Plain Skin
The princess is raised to fight, readying her to inherit the throne. When rogues abduct her and sell her to barbarians, they will give her a completely different education.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Derendrea
• Release date: Jan 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370042289

Derendrea

Derendrea is a an author of sensual & entertaining erotica. All of her stories are based on dreams.Recent publications:SEX BLITZ - Hayden gives consent to give up all control. Sequel to the Sex Camp Series.SEX CAMP - Helen explores the world of menage and bondage after being invited to a strange camp.SHACKLES OF THE GENIE - M/M story of an enslaved djinn whose only hope of freedom is a husky hunter.CRASHED IN THE OUTLANDS - An alien woman must rely on four sweaty humans in order to survive a jungle planet.SACRIFICE TO TANGAROA - A young island woman is given to the tempest in attempt to appease the god of the sea.SAVAGED - A woman is pursued by bandits into the wood, but then saved by a husky barbarian.SKIN WALKER - A Native American woman is rescued from would-be kidnappers by a shape shifter.FORGOTTEN - A young woman enters a cybernetic suit during an attack on her home. She must join with the being embedded in the suit in order to survive.PLAIN SKIN - The eldest heir of the king is abducted and sold to barbarians, who tattoo her skin with symbols of their tribe.THE SULTAN'S HAREM - The sultan's favorite, and least receptive slave has an unexpected guest.FOR THE KING - Three men enter the queen's bedchamber. She has the chance to refuse, but she doesn't.SENSITIVE - A woman with a 'sensitive personality' meets a man that sets her nerves on fire.VALKYRIE - A young New York man rescues a creature on his way home. He hides her in his apartment, but can he hide her from her past?A FOREST ENCOUNTER - Two traveling merchants make the mistake of staying overnight in a strange wood.COURTSHIP - A maid lives out her fantasy with her lord. (FREE as part of Derendrea's Erotic Sampler)MY BEST CUSTOMER - A drug addict tells the story of a client that treated her differently than the rest.Stories to look out for in 2019:ANGEL APOCALYPSE - An angel falls in love with a soldier during WWIII.THE SWEETEST FRUIT - A non-biblical retelling of the story of Eve and the forbidden fruit.THE DARKNESS OF SPACE - A woman is lured into detective work on a mining colony.

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CHAPTER ONE

The Crash

I am an Itinithan. Not your usual space riffraff. Though we are far from home, our species still demands some respect here in the Outlands.

I am an information manager and my brother is a technical assistant. We are traveling to the far planet of Effadok. A Stage Nine colony is establishing there, and our services will be highly valued.

Some of the aliens we travel with are brunts. If I had known they would be aboard the freight ship, I would have sacrificed the extra three month’s pay for a private vessel.

They, I’m afraid, are also traveling to Effadok. They probably seek less valued employment, such as security or maintenance.

Held suspended by the blue light of my gravity field, I increase the transparency with a turn of a dial on the projected screen. The bio bay comes into view as the opaque blue disperses to a soft glow around me.

My brother has engaged full stasis mode. He has preferred deep sedation for the three feson journey. His opaque green and yellow body is almost completely hidden beneath his blue shield, an arms length to my side.

The fields are an efficient means of transport. Each alien can tailor its environment for their comfort level. No one can move from their assigned area. I should feel safe enough to enter stasis mode and drift through the long darkness, but...

I turn around to the man creatures suspended in the bay. The pilots at least had enough forethought to place us separate from the rest, but I can still see them, suspended under red lights, a few orange and yellow. Each color signifies the different settings their species prefers.

The brutes closest to us are large, hairy creatures. They come from a very distant, little known planet. Almost always do they travel in packs, and almost always do they take jobs requiring muscle and brawn, but little brain power. It is a wonder they have survived in distant space this long.

I should not stare, but one of their privacy screens is down. The man is huge, wearing thick gear, but his bare arms, head, and face are still showing.

What a barbarian. Thin, long hairs are visible on his tan, burly arms. His head is covered with the stuff, long and tied back behind his head. Its even above his lightly colored eyes.

I freeze when I realize those light eyes shine my way. He turns toward me, examining me like I was just examining him. Bethsonos! I did not mean to for him to catch me staring.

My fingers reach for the control panel, but I stop myself from raising the privacy. This was my fault, initiating this uncomfortable interaction. It would be rude of me to end it so abruptly.

He looks me over with polite curiosity. Unlike these barbarians, Itiniths do not shun their bodies. The colorful prints on our skin are better than any piece of clothing. We only wear enough to cover private areas, and we only do that around other races who tend not to understand our culture. We are also very sensitive to touch, so a bit of decorative pieces about our chests and torso are all we can tolerate.

The ornate designs on my shining yellowish skin must be intriguing to him. Has he never seen an Itinithan before?

Before his staring becomes indecent, the bulk of a man returns his light green eyes to my face. He gives me a nod.

What kind of nod, I am unsure. Species like his use them for communication. I believe it is given in greeting, so I return the gesture. The man turns, floating on the zero gravity, and closes his eyes.

He does not activate his privacy screen. I know better than to make the same mistake again, so I look away.

The Uhadyk follow my shadow! It will be a very long journey to Effadok if I remain awake for it. I could program the field to have me enter stasis. Though it is a little uncomfortable at first being sedated by the sickening waves, after that passes it is just unconsciousness until your destination is reached.

My mind spurns on the barbarian man. I glance over, seeing he is still turned away from me. The three other beings under red-lit fields must be with him, as they are closely spaced and the exact same hue. I cannot see anything of the creatures contained within.

I make myself look away. Closing my eyes, I center my breath to calm my mind. These frivolous things are not worth my thoughts. With a tap to the projected screen, I change the display to the Stock, and start to look through current wares. The statistics are old, as we are a good distance from any information relay, but it gives me something to occupy my time.

A sound booms from beyond the bio bay and my hand shakes from the screen. It was a crash, metal hitting metal, as can be surmised by the ringing echoes. The noises seem to come from another compartment in the ship. What is strange is they are so loud through the sealed wall of the bio bay. I search for any indication of their source, but the bay appears the same as before.

The brunt near me has also heard the sound. He turns to find the source, with a glance my way. There is concern on his burly face.

Sparks fly from the overhead lights and they flicker and dim. There is a ting ting ting ting ting that seems to come from outside the ship, echoing strangely like thunder does. The ship groans. Even held suspended by the gravity field, I can feel the vibrations through the air.

Then comes the terrible clashing. One that can only be described by a severe movement of air and swiftly moving physical objects. A high-pitched alarm sounds, but it is barely audible over the ruckus coming from the adjacent room.

To my right the man tries to wake his comrades. He’s adjusting the dial on his control in a frenzy, I would guess to try to drop the shield. I turn to my brother, but there is no indication that he is awake below the blue light. If this commotion hasn’t woken him, I doubt I will be able to, but I still call to him.

Ishiranon!

All at once the ceiling rips open. Dark space is visible beyond the torn hull of the ship. The brunt is shouting, and after a moment I realize it is to me.

Look out!

Unprotected cargo around me is sucked into the vacuum.

"Hull compromised. The computerized announcement fills the bay. Emergency life pods activated."

My gravitational field falters. Instinct holds my breath as my air is sucked out through the flickering blue shield. I can feel my body being dragged, but I have nothing to hold onto.

Before I can be pulled into the freezing nothing of space, a compartment opens at my feet and I am forced inside by a jolt of artificial gravity.

I am surrounded by darkness and metal. The lid closes above me on what I surmise is a cylindrical tube. The gravity is gone and I free float, feeling bumps and grooves along the lining, but I cannot tell what they are for. The air is thin, straining my quick breaths.

There is still crashing beyond the cylinder, though it is muffled through layers of metal. I cannot hear or see what is happening to the other passengers.

"Prepare for emergency detachment." The computerized voice now comes from above me.

Wait! What about my brother?

"All passengers are being prepared for life pod jettison."

The voice responded! That means it has artificial intelligence.

What happened to the ship?

"Jettison initiated." The computer interrupts me. A severe force blasts the pod downward. With nothing to grab hold of, I am pushed against the side of the cylinder.

With the momentum, it feels like it is blasting out and away from the ship.

"Collision imminent."

What!

Restraints mechanically wrap around my chest and pull me tight against the wall.

Take evasive maneuvers!

"Prepare for impact."

The computer does not finish its warning before something pelts the outside of my capsule. Metal tears and I brace from the intense jarring. I see no holes, though it felt like whatever hit the outside penetrated.

"Emergency landing necessary."

Landing! Land where? Contact the pilots of the ship!

There is a long pause. My capsule still moves swiftly, I assume away from the freight ship.

"Contact negative."

Does that mean it was unable to contact the ship, or that they denied me the request? Either way, it means something is terribly wrong. I brace myself, the speed of the capsule increasing. There’s a howl outside. It takes me a moment to understand... It is air rushing by the hull. The capsule has entered the atmosphere of a planet.

Landing a damaged life capsule on an unknown planet... I close my eyes and make my peace with the Uhadyk. These very likely will be my last moments.

The capsule jars to the side. What of my body is not held by the restraints flails beyond my control.

"Warning! Emergency chute deployment faulty."

This does not frighten me. I manage to move my arms to my chest and tightly hold on as I crash to my death.

There is a tremendous banging, clashing, and the whiplash is so strong I lose hold of my thoughts...

CHAPTER TWO

Jungle Planet

"Depletion of life reserve." The computer voice jerks me out of a stupor. I choke on a mouthful of smoke.

What?

With effort, I realize I am still alive and in the pod, which has completely halted. How am I not dead?

"Recommend immediate ejection."

I try to look around. There is a glow of an emergency light above my head, but otherwise I cannot see outside the pod. The contents of the emergency pod have spilled all around me, metal and plastic supplies, and there’s a goo leaking onto my leg.

Where are we?

"Uncharted planet. Specific location unknown."

Is it solid? Is the atmosphere breathable?

"Affirmative. Hull integrity compromised. Forced ejection will commence."

Wait! I... I don’t know where I am. What’s outside the pod?

All of the possible combinations of planet types flash through my mind. Most of them are unfavorable.

"Substantial organic life. Planet occupants may be hostile. Armaments are recommended."

Bethsonos! Wait! I cry, trying to feel around the contents of the pod. Touching a bag, I start to fill it with everything in reach. My hands are trembling, but I do not have time to try to calm myself. The pod spews a very noxious gas and I cover my face, holding my breath.

"Door release necessary. Caution. Unstable landing."

There is a blast, then a rush of heat as the door is forced open. But I am laying atop it. Before I can grasp something, I fall out of the bottom of the pod.

My wrist is painfully caught in the door hinge, while everything around me falls out. I cannot see, blinded by sunlight. I am assaulted by moist, hot air and the strong smell of plant life. Though disoriented, I sense I am suspended, possibly far off the ground, and I become still to prevent a fall.

My eyes adjust to the light and the heat. Looking around, I find my pod has crashed into the branches of a large tree. I am a few body lengths drop from the ground. Though it would not be fatal, I would probably sustain injuries if I let go.

With that part of my problem analyzed, I look at my surroundings. All around is a thick forest. The trees have green and blue oval shaped leaves and long, white branches. There is animal life here too, though I cannot see it, I hear the unfamiliar calls of some small creatures through the forest.

Something draws near. The colorful, leafy plants along the forest floor shuffle with some large thing moving through them. My chest tightens. Is it some animal, hearing the crash and coming to plunder? I have no defense against whatever approaches.

A thick tan arm pushes aside a yellow plant. A man steps forward. The same man from the ship, and his eyes lift directly to me.

I flush with relief, but it is momentary. In truth I do not know him, the barbarian who occupied the bio bay near us. He steps forward, gazing up at my pod suspended in the tree. What will he do?

Are you hurt? the man calls up to me, walking over crushed sticks and leaves across the ground, bits of the tree that must have fallen when my pod crashed into it.

Listen, it’s not too far of a drop. He stops directly below me. Just let go and I’ll catch you.

I hesitate. He looks strong enough to be able to catch me without problem, but... I do not know if I can trust him. Now that he is here, however, I will soon be on the ground with him either way. I would rather not have a sprained ankle or broken leg when we meet.

It’s alright. He calls up when it has been a few moments. His voice is genuine, not impatient, which surprises me coming from such a brute. Just let go.

He’s holding out his large, muscular arms, crisscrossed with veins and lightly splattered with that dark hair. I harden my resolve, not that I really want those arms to touch me, but I do not want to be dangling from this capsule any longer, either.

I let go... but I do not fall. My left wrist is still wedged between the frame and the dislodged door. Pain flares when my attention moves to it. I hiss through my teeth.

What’s wrong?

I try to rotate it free, but the weight of my body traps it between the metal.

I am stuck. The words come out strained, but the man understands me. He steps to the side to try to see.

I’ll climb up to help you.

Walking to the tree trunk, he removes several large packs and an gray object, a third the length of his body, which I realize is a weapon when he sets it down. He gazes at the tree, staging his route. Many vines cover the trunk and dangle from the branches, so it will not be impossible, but it will be difficult to climb. He reaches his hand for the vine when a great creak snaps across the branch holding my capsule.

The man startles, as much as I do, holding in horror a moment, waiting to see if it will fall. I will be crushed beneath the metal capsule if it does. The tree groans and the bow sways.

Shit, just hold on.

Jumping onto the trunk, the man starts to climb with a swiftness I did not know was possible for a tall-standing being. His muscular arms reach, grasp, and pull up his thick form with such ease, he must have been built for such purposes.

The capsule shifts and catches on the branches, painfully jerking my arm. I grasp the edge with my right hand, trying to pull myself enough to ease my wrist free, but my left arm shakes with pain from the effort.

To my side I notice the man has reached the breaking bow, and he grabs onto it without hesitation. Grasping the sides of the bow with his thick hands, he swings his body closer.

The capsule starts to slide, raining down splinters of broken branches.

Oh no!

I pull harder with my right hand, trying desperately to free myself. There is movement beside me, and suddenly the man’s hand closes around mine. He pulls my wrist free with a swift nudge, then lifts my arm over his shoulder.

Hold on!

The capsule is sliding down on top of us. I grasp around his neck, weakly with my left arm. He reaches up, grasping the bow, swinging like he did before. I try to hold onto his hot and sweat-slicked skin. The bow he holds splinters. He moves quicker, with an unbelievable burst of strength, and we reach the tree trunk. With a thrust of his legs, he propels us on a vine to the other side of the tree and onto a steady branch.

His arms are around me as the capsule crashes, taking half the tree with it. The whole thing hits the ground with a plume of smoke and green and blue leaves.

As the debris slowly settles, so does my racing heart. It takes me a few moments to realize he still holds me, steadying me against the tree trunk.

I look up to his slick, strong face. He is catching his breath, but does not seem nearly as rattled as I feel.

Are you alright? His voice, this close, is rich and smooth. It makes my body keep trembling, but for a different reason. When I do not answer he looks me over, lightly rubbing his hand down my arms, over my back, then my legs. I should be offended with him touching me without permission, but it does not bother me. When his fingers run over my wrist, I wince. It is dripping a steady stream of my life fluid.

I know there is a wound, but I do not want to look at it. I turn away as he takes out a cloth from his pocket and tightly wraps it.

This will hold it for a while. He squeezes my shoulder to get my attention. I meet his intense gaze.

His green eyes have striations of blue and gray, so vivid it holds my breath. I have never seen eye designs such as these in an off worlder. Which, I have never been so close to one either.

You saved my life.

He gives me a little space, out of respect, and lowers his head. This, by his mannerisms, means that I do not have to thank him.

Let me help you down. He offers his hand. It will be a lot slower this time, I promise.

I take his hand and with a smile, he turns and directs me to grab onto his shoulders, like before. He moves now with care, and it is easy to hold onto him as he slides down the vines. Now without the threat on our lives, I sense his heat passing through his lightly dampened shirt, to my mostly bare chest and abdomen. I concentrate on holding on, trying to ignore the tingles that flicker over my skin.

I feel heavier as we near the base. When we touch down, he helps me to my feet. The world lurches and I brace myself on the tree trunk. The spongy ground does little to steady me.

Take it slow.

The man does not touch me, but he stays near. I think he knows... Something about being on the ground of this strange planet makes it all too real. The crash replays in my mind and I feel like I am falling, again. It takes me a few moments for me to get control of my emotions.

A little dizzy, I lift my head and regard the man who saved me.

It is just... my brother... I do not know what happened...

The man nods in understanding.

And I am missing my crewmen. He lightly touches my forearm. We will find them together.

Like in the bio bay, he withdraws before the interaction becomes indecent. I think of the three other red privacy screens that were near him on the ship.

My name is Idarioos. I pause, knowing that would be hard for him to pronounce. You may call me Ida.

My pleasure, Ida. I’m Brock.

All I can do is stand, trying not to tremble as he dons his packs and massive firing weapon. He steps out and regards the wreck of branches and metal in the clearing.

I don’t know if we will be able to salvage any of the supplies from your pod.

I have to agree with him. Everything is buried under the rubble.

They will be sending rescue ships soon anyway, right?

The look he gives me makes my spirit heavy. He does not specifically respond as he walks back my way.

You can share mine, for now.

That is not much of a consolation. He removes his belt and slides off a very long knife that is looped to it. Though it is covered in a thick brown sheath, I still hesitate accepting it when he offers it to me.

I do not know how to use this.

I take the handle and hold it awkwardly.

You never know when... He motions to the half-decimated tree. ...you have to cut down some branches.

With a wink, he takes off one of his packs and starts shifting his supplies. He moves most of them to the larger, leaving some food and water and a rolled blanket in the smaller.

When he hands it to me I can tell by the look on his face that he is not being selfish, but he does not want to burden me. I slide the long knife into the pack and place it on my shoulder.

This place is a forest in every direction. How will we find anyone else?

Brock motions to the direction he walked from. My capsule landed that way, down a ravine. You landed first here, so I assume the others will be scattered in that direction.

He gestures for us to start into the trees.

Hopefully not too scattered, I remark and start to follow him.

CHAPTER THREE

The Search

Following closely behind Brock through the thick forest, I do not know how he maintains any sense of direction. He frequently takes out a compass, but the dial never settles in a single place. Huffing in frustration, Brock replaces it in his vest and gazes at the horizon.

The orbital star stays just below the canopy. Though I am grateful that night does not set in, it is strange that the star has barely moved. Either this planet rotates very slowly, or we are near a pole, which means the day may last a long, long time.

The plants and trees of this planet are diverse, each a different hue and shape than the last. It is as if they compete to be the most colorful, the most unusual.

Flowers and leaves of intricate patterns and shapes reach out from around each tree. Some flowers are as large as my torso, painted with dots or splatters or striations of color. Seed pods stretch up, the length of an arm.

Though there are sounds of animals distant through the trees, there are no signs of them. The ground is thickly covered with scattered leaves and dead plants, making every step spongy and slick.

Brock pauses and crouches low, motioning back for me to do the same. I comply, but do not see or hear what caught his attention. With slow, silent movements he shifts the weapon from his back and aims it into the forest ahead of us. The gun, I assume, is large enough to badly damage any creature that dares to make an appearance.

Instead of appearing, the thing gives a whistling sound, which could be the call of any of the unseen animals of the forest. Except Brock responds, copying the sound, and adding two wisps at the end.

A man appears from round the base of a tree. He is dressed similar to Brock, laden with packs and supplies, though his have many small compartments along his chest and shoulders. He is also not as tall and thick, but rounded muscles make up the exposed skin of his arms. His