OVERLORD (Fallen Drakon Empire Book 2) Read online

  O V E R L O R D

  Fallen Drakon Empire Book 2

  By Diana Drakulich

  The true man wants two things:

  Danger and Play.

  For that reason he wants woman

  As the most dangerous plaything -

  Friedrich Nietzsche

  Copyright info

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Text copyright © 2017 Diana Drakulich

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means – electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise – without express written permission of the author.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 1

  On his way to make his report to General Bren, Captain Varkov paused on the walkway to look down on the slaves toiling in the gigantic open pit mine below. The racket of drills and earth moving equipment were making a thunderous cacophony of sound. But Varkov was oblivious to the racket as his fierce gold and black raptor eyes sought out the figure of a certain slave. One among many.

  Ah, there SHE is.

  The slave’s tall lithe body leaned against the heavy pneumatic drill, pushing it into the sheer rock wall. The violent shaking of the powerful drill was vibrating her whole body.

  Vera Mackenzie. He had casually perused her file. Several times. Originally kidnapped as a breeder, she was found to have the wrong blood type. Her rare blood type was not conducive to producing Arkon-human hybrids easily subject to mental possession by the Overlords.

  Vera had also failed as a sex slave. She obeyed but refused to submit. 28 years old, Vera was a high school history teacher from Richmond, Virginia. From a liberal Christian background, Vera had trained in low level taekwando. She actively practiced meditation and had worked intensively with a Sufi mystic. All red flags.

  Varkov knew that Vera Mackenzie should never have been abducted in the first place. Her training and education are too strong and she’s too old. Breeders and sex slaves start at 12 to 18. The idiot that kidnapped Mackenzie must have been short on his quota. That or blind drunk.

  Sex slaves were conditioned with pain, then rewarded with pleasure, creating cognitive dissonance in the brain. Slaves were expected to cry and plead for mercy when pain was applied. To beg for orgasm when pleasure was introduced, but abruptly taken away. The training was geared to make that rarely allowed orgasm the Holy Grail of the sex slave’s miserable existence.

  In time the slave would begin to crave the pain to get the pleasure. Pain = Pleasure.

  Arkons are Strigoi - energy vampires who feed on strong feelings and emotions: fear, pain, suffering, pleasure, orgasm, all grist for the Arkon titillation mill.

  But Vera had developed the mental control to minimize both pain and pleasure. She refused to act as anything more than a passive bystander at her own rape. An Arkon male could take no satisfaction in that.

  Thus Vera had been sent to work in the mines for the rest of her miserable days. Varkov shook his head in disgust. A waste of quality human stock.

  His piercing, calculating eyes traveled down her body. She will not last long under these conditions. In a few years her lungs will be shot, her body reduced to a wrack of bones. Unable to meet her daily quota of ore, Vera will be terminated, her organs extracted and sold on the Dark Web.

  As if she felt the weight of his stare, the woman stopped and looked up. High up, straight into Varkov’s golden eyes. Even now in her diminished state, she projected an aura that radiated from her in tangible waves.

  Meeting the rebellious slave’s eyes for the first time, Varkov found himself taken aback. As if their positions were reversed. Now he was being studied - not by a mere slave, but by an unknown entity. At that moment they both felt a vibrating connection. A moment of hyper awareness.

  Aye this Human female interested Varkov. Presented a challenge to his higher Arkon intellect and telepathic mind control. If she can be trained to embrace being a sex slave she will live longer. But she can’t lay there like a sack of sand. Our men need the adrenaline rush of Struggle. Pain. Domination.

  He turned to his junior officer, “Darren, tell the guards to have #133213 bathed and sent to my quarters tonight.”

  “Aye Captain Varkov.” 2nd Lieutenant Bren saluted crisply, allowing himself only a barely perceptible supercilious smirk.

  Five years Varkov’s junior, Darren Bren was his first cousin, the son of his father’s brother. When it came to power and influence, the Arkons were firm believers in keeping it all in the family.

  “Darren - When was the last time you got your rocks off? I mean besides your 15 year old coming of age ceremony, 7 years ago?” Varkov grated out, sensing his cousin’s distaste.

  “Do I look like I have any problem getting a woman to you - IF and WHEN I want one?” Darren was devilishly handsome. But he had one defect, a touch of impure blood. It showed in his eyes. Unlike the golden eyes of Arkons, Darren’s eyes were a greenish gold, like the eyes of a feral wolf.

  “Why would you want to have sex with a beaten, abused slave Varkov?” Darren continued. “Humans are dirty. Disease-ridden.” His voice dripped disgust.

  “Maybe I’m just a dirty guy.” Varkov shrugged. “Besides the slaves are all regularly tested. Why don’t you take that stick out of your ass? Let your beast out to play sometime.”

  Ever the twitchy, aggressive Arkon, Darren stiffened at the implied insult. “You’re not even full bred Arkon. Your father consorted with some Drakon bi-”

  “Watch it Darren. You could find yourself ass deep up shit creek. I don’t take insults, especially not from you.”

  “You think you can insult me anytime you want and get away with it?” Darren’s golden-green eyes blazed as he automatically squared up against his cousin.

  “Oh excu-uze me for impugning your `manhood’.” Varkov glared.

  Arkon society encouraged this kind of paranoid competition. Warriors were trained to expect the first strike of betrayal.

  If it came to that, a fight between Varkov and Darren would be a battle royale. Like most Arkons, both men were tall, around 6’5” with black hair and golden skin. Varkov had a slight edge, being broader and more muscular, but Darren was whip fast and his skills as an assassin were lethal.

  Varkov decided to play it down. “Relax Darren I was only joking. Can’t you take a joke?”

  Darren pointed to his face. “Do you see me laughing? You may be my commanding officer Varkov but don’t try to play me. We both know exactly what you were implying.”

  “Alright forget it. I like seeing you walk around with that stick up your
ass.”

  With that Varkov turned toward General Bren’s office. Father is going to be furious when he hears my report... Mentally slapping himself for wasting valuable time arguing over a slave, Varkov continued on to the general’s office.

  Darren’s green-gold eyes narrowed as he followed just behind the captain. Just keep it up Varkov. You’ll find out…

  Chapter 2

  Over a month ago, Varkov’s brother Sava had disappeared while on an overflight to map earthquake fault lines along the California - Nevada border. Located deep underground, the Middle Kingdom had become extremely wealthy mining gold, diamonds and strategic minerals for export to the home planet, Drakonis, located in the constellation Drako, the Dragon.

  Drakonis was dominated by two tribes of the same people, both highly advanced and telepathic. Two tribes who hated and warred against each other - Drakons and Arkons. It was the Drakons who first settled Earth and built Atlantis. 10,000 years ago, after a long and brutal war, the Arkons destroyed Atlantis and forced the Drakons out of earth.

  Last night General Bren had received a telepathic communication from his elder son, Sava. With the help of a female medtech, Sava had escaped the underground military lab outside Las Vegas, Nevada where he was incarcerated.

  The general had arranged for Varkov to fly in and pick Sava up during the night at the Red Rock Canyon Wildlife Refuge outside Las Vegas. Varkov had waited there all night in a cloaked space plane, but his brother never showed.

  Drawing a breath, Varkov stopped before the fire serpents engraved on the bronze double doors that marked his father’s office. His firm knock echoed, resounding ominously, as if he were about to enter the sacred temple of Molek, God of the Dark Side.

  “Enter.” Came that deep commanding voice.

  “Wait here Darren.” Varkov told his 2nd. This news was personal, for the general’s ears only. Striding forth on long muscular legs, Varkov entered the general’s den, the heavy doors thudding shut behind him.

  Standing straight, feet at shoulder width, Varkov saluted the general with a nod and tap of fist over heart.

  Glittering golden eyes like chips of titanite swept across Varkov, then behind him.

  “Where is Sava?”

  “He never showed.”

  “What happened?” The general’s ruthless expression hardened. He projected an intimidating presence, even to Varkov.

  “He sent me a mental communication. He’s going back to Drakonis.”

  “Drakonis is 231 light years from earth. His space plane was wrecked so he can’t use a worm hole. How does he expect to get back there?”

  “Through the old Drakon stargate at Lake Mead, Nevada.”

  “That Fool.” General Bren shook his head. That stargate hasn’t been used in years. It’s a 100 foot fall off a sheer cliff if he tries to walk through but can’t activate it.”

  General Bren had become involved, (Not loved. Never loved) with a Drakon female when he was assigned to a diplomatic mission in Drakonia. They never married, but she had borne two sons by him, Sava and Varkov.

  When General Bren left Drakonis for Earth, he spirited away the two young boys, ages eight and six. Kidnapped them via the same secret stargate Sava hoped to use to return to Drakonis.

  Both tribes were Strigoi - Life Force Feeders. Despite being the same people, Drakons and Arkons were divided by the gods they worshipped. Gods who were essentially different aspects of The Force. But Arkons followed the Master-Slave mentality of blood sacrifice to Molek, God of the Dark Side.

  The Drakons worshipped Monad, `The One’, God of Light symbolized by the Sun or fire dragon. They practiced a more benevolent Master-Servant strategy to control the humans whom they had developed from primitive hominids using their own DNA.

  For 10,000 years the Arkons had maintained the Domination of Earth from underground. They used hybrid Human-Arkon agents to control the world wide `Deep State’. But there was always that 10% of humans to watch out for. The one in 10 who were natural born leaders of the pack. Of that 10%, the Arkons most feared the 1 in 1,000 humans who would not be duped, blackmailed or coerced. Death was the only way to deal with them and they were ruthlessly weeded out.

  Varkov had a sneaking suspicion that the quietly rebellious female Vera might be one of those 1 in 1,000. Or is she just too stupid, too dull to respond to pain-pleasure stimulus?

  Now General Bren’s own son Sava had betrayed him. Betrayed his vows of service to the Middle Kingdom. This put Varkov himself under increased scrutiny. He would have to watch his step when it came to fraternizing with the human slaves.

  As a boy, Varkov had only been vaguely aware that Sava was struggling to adapt to the harsh Arkon mental and physical conditioning. But through a rigid regime of punishment and occasional rewards, their father succeeded in training his elder son. Or so it seemed.

  From the beginning, Varkov realized, their father had subtly worked to drive a wedge between the two brothers. To push them into unrelenting competition, thereby weakening the filial bond between the brothers.

  I knew Sava was unhappy but I didn’t care. I never tried to help him adjust. I always competed with him. Undermined him. Used his pain as an opportunity to make myself look stronger and win Father’s favor.

  Arkon society was based on supreme loyalty to the Middle Kingdom. Emotional ties to family were discouraged as weak. Warriors must be strong. The Master Mentality required ruthless competition. The struggle ongoing and unrelenting.

  Unlike Sava, Varkov had no problem adapting to the Arkon way of life. He was emotionally detached by nature. Emotions, especially Love made you weak. Love marked the loser mentality of the human slave race.

  Slaves like Vera Mackenzie who labored their lives away in the mines of Middle Kingdom were not allowed the luxury of loving relationships. Love fostered intense loyalty, illusions of self-sacrifice and could even result in violent rebellion.

  On the Earth’s surface the ignorant Humans bred like rats in their billions, whereas the Arkons were relatively few. Human populations had to be regularly culled through devastating wars, famines, drugs, disease and imprisonment.

  But with the loss of his brother, something grey and harsh took up abode in Varkov’s breast. As if someone close to him had died. And maybe he had. Varkov flashed on a vivid memory of his mother - He was holding his mother’s hand as they walked down an unknown street in Drakonis. It was a bright sunshiny day. He looked up at her in awe as she strode along, so full of life. Of spirit.

  MOTHER you are beautiful. He had thought in his boyish mind. He had never forgotten that moment. Only suppressed it.

  Chapter 3

  “Do you ever miss Her? My Mother?” He asked his father.

  General Bren’s jaw clenched. He did not answer but Varkov saw that telling muscle in his jaw jump. This was how his father expressed emotion.

  “Don’t worry Father. I won’t leave you.” Varkov reassured, as he mentally erected a wall to prevent the telepathic general from reading his tumultuous thoughts.

  However Sava’s decision to flee Earth had turned Varkov’s world upside down. Made him question everything, especially himself. I always competed against Sava. I used his pain as a way to make myself look good to Father. Now my brother is gone. What is there to prove?

  He fought to shake off the black cloud hovering over his head, squeezing his heart. What is this I feel - Sorrow? Regret? Loneliness for my Mother? My Brother? Nay. I feel nothing. Nothing. Feelings, attachments confuse logic. Lead to weak actions. Like my brother took.

  General Bren stared at his son, those penetrating golden eyes searching, trying to pierce his very soul. Varkov silenced his thoughts. Smoothed his face into its usual expressionless mask. If his father got any idea of his true thoughts, he might be put under surveillance. If he wasn’t already.

  “Be careful Varkov.” Was all the general said.

  But that was enough. Varkov saw the warning in his father’s eyes. Then he was dismissed from the general’s
presence.

  Chapter 4

  Pressing all her weight on the heavy pneumatic drill, Vera stood at the bottom of the vast open pit gold mine. Rivulets of sweat poured down her face, stinging, blurring her eyes. She could only dream of a glass of cool water or a shower. Bathing was only allowed once a week. Water twice a day with the slop the guards called food.

  Then she sensed Eyes upon her.

  Turning Vera looked up at the walkway high above. Even from that distance the dark vitality the Arkon projected was stunning. Intangible currents of tortured energy descended over her consciousness like an invisible shroud. Willing her to go on, to fight for life.

  Vera had felt the eyes of the young Arkon officer brush over her before but never thought much of it. Then she noticed the Arkon standing next to him. Two sets of eyes were studying her every move. The presence the second Arkon projected was even more malevolent than the first. This did not bode well.

  Moving a few steps closer to the male slave drilling next to her she asked in a low voice -

  “Who is that? Him - over there.” She pointed subtly with her chin toward the watching Arkon.

  The male risked a quick glance over his shoulder then turned back to face the wall. “Him? That’s General Bren’s son, Varkov. Stay away from him. If you can. They say he’s cold and cruel.” The other miner hissed under his breath. “The one standing next to him is even worse. That’s Darren Bren. Both are pilots but Darren also works as an assassin. Nothing unusual in that. Those demons learn to kill with their mother’s milk - if they even have mothers.”

  Despite the heat a cold chill ran down her back and the hair stood up on the back of her neck.

  This ‘Varkov’ wants to break me. Vera realized immediately. He sees me as a challenge to his `superior Arkon will’. So far she had succeeded in blocking them all out, to a degree. Maybe the other one, Darren, will be his partner in crime. God, keep me strong. Don’t let them break me.

  Why don’t they leave me alone! Just let me die down here. I’ll be no man’s sex slave to be daily raped and tortured by these demons. These Arkon demons love inflicting pain. They feed on the screams of the helpless. I won’t beg and plead for them.