by Piper Stone
“Yes, sir. That is why we’ve been working long hours with little rest.” I could see Degan’s conceited expression even from where I was standing.
“Yes, of course. Your work on Earth, as well as that of your entire team has been exemplary. To that end, I do have some news that I think will please you.”
I leaned closer, hearing the rapid breathing of several of my men. Tonight, there would be no cause for celebration. “I hope so, sir.”
Commander Futan held no expression as he simply stated the new orders. “Both you and Kodroth Kul have been selected to serve in the lottery system.”
There was utter silence for a full minute.
I dared to glance at a few of the others, who were all holding their tongues from making even a single sound. They were more than just dismayed. Their anger was evident in their tense body language. I’d convinced the majority of them to work with me on this particular mission. Without me, they would lose interest as well as their drive.
A trickle of sweat rolled down the back of my neck, my mouth dry from heated increasing anger. Conflicted, I glared back at the screen. I could feel Kodroth presence inching closer.
“Thank you, Commander Futan,” I said, trying to offer at least a pleasant expression. I could tell how exuberated Kodroth was by the way his eyes flashed. “We are both honored.”
“Excell—”
“However,” I interrupted, “I have no intention of leaving my post, the increasing marauder attacks the very reason. We have a very strong security team in place and any breach at this time would be disastrous. I certainly plan on providing a detailed report by the end of the week. I have it on good authority that Zayn Dupree is close by. Two of his personal security detail have been dealt with.”
There was a second moment of silence, the commander staring directly into my eyes, undoubtedly shocked at my pushback.
“Interesting. Zayn Dupree. There is a significant price on his head for his demise. But Zayn is merely a bothersome issue that will be dealt with appropriately. While I approve of your commitment to your mission, Captain, this isn’t a request. This is a direct order. We have a highly skilled leader to take over as necessary. You can apprise him of your findings.”
The words were chosen carefully. What the hell was he getting at? Even though millions of miles separated my station from Skars, I could easily see not only the contempt in the commander’s eyes but also an unknown gleam. This was more of a challenge than anything, but there were missing details. I read Degan’s mind, could feel his heated glow at hearing the official news. The man was pissed as well as shocked. The bastard had been correct. I could tell there was more, the commander beaming as he waited for the news to sink in.
“While this is an unusual occurrence, I’m also pleased to tell you that the three selected warriors will be attending the ceremony tomorrow. Whereas you’ve been protecting 57 up to this point, it is our hope that a ripe female will be one of the winning contestants. Of course, you will be required to uphold the Centurion laws, but you will also be able to take the first glimpse at your new pet. Of course, if that should happen.”
The clue that one female was especially fertile in this particular colony had gone unnoticed by the others.
But I knew.
The redhead warrior. Felicity.
My cock twitched, my balls tightening at the thought. I burned with desire as well as what was morphing into blinding rage. Did the commander have knowledge of the female’s escape?
“We take such pride on how many successful mating ceremonies there have been.” Commander Futan kept his smile as he continued. The words were practiced, far too much so.
Pride. The man spoke of pride. I swallowed the heavy load of bile in my throat.
Kodroth inched closer, narrowing his eyes. “For what purpose?”
Commander Futan leaned back in his chair, his eyes glistening. “Not a single Earth warrior has actually ever been selected for this honor, which I championed myself. Imagine the glory. The opportunity to potentially face what would be your chosen pet is considered a true perk. I would think you would be thanking me instead of asking questions.”
I heard Kodroth’s ragged breathing, could glean his confusion. We were being used as pawns and there was something else.
The third was already here. Every alarm in my mind was going off, screaming in my ear. This had all been planned so very carefully. Why? There had to be another reason other than just the Feast. Gritting my teeth, I leaned all the way into the scanning system. “And who may I ask is the third?”
Before the commander had the chance to make his announcement, I already knew.
Degan.
Let the true games begin.
Chapter Seven
Felicity
“We will take you, use you, and fuck you in any manner we desire.” The commanding words boomed in the darkened space, filling my eardrums with echoes.
My wrists shackled, standing completely naked in front of all three aliens, I shivered, longing to hide my erect nipples. My body had betrayed me, providing the scent of my desire from my dripping pussy. Although their faces were shadowed, I didn’t need to gaze upon their expressions to know what they were thinking. They were ready to feast on every inch of my body, leaving me dripping with their cum, my ass reddened from their implements. They would punish me in harsh methods, leaving me quivering with desire, begging for their cocks. Only when I was completely injected with their seed filling my womb would they leave me alone.
Only to start again. One. After. The. Other.
“Yes, sir,” I managed to say seconds before I was grabbed by the wrist, my body yanked over the alien’s massive lap. I could feel his throbbing cock pressing against my stomach, the tendril lengthening from the tip, sliding all the way down to my pussy and tickling my clit. Within seconds I was writhing, every cell in my body electrified from the feathery touch. Soon, I knew his engorged cock would be inside, the tendril slithering its way into my cervix, the bulbous end knotting until I would be coupled with him for almost an hour.
“You’re going to be punished severely for your infractions. Then you will pleasure every one of us.” He didn’t waste any time, his enlarged hand coming down on my bottom, slapping first one side then the other.
I squealed from the pain as well as the extreme pleasure, undulating my hips as he continued my discipline. Within seconds I was lost to the anguish, whimpering yet craving even more. I wanted his firm hand. I needed his domination. And I longed to submit in every way, no matter what they asked of me. I belonged to them. I was their pet and soon I would be bred.
His hand came down faster and harder several additional times, only stopping to slide his finger down the crack of my ass, finding my dark hole. He’d penetrated me before, but only with his long digits. Tonight, I would succumb to his cock.
Shuddering, I turned over, taking several deep breaths. There was no light other than the cresting moon as I opened my eyes. I was perspiring, tiny beads falling down both sides of my face. Unable to stop the moan of pleasure, I slid my hand between my legs, trying to fathom why I’d had such an intense dream.
Or why I craved these beasts as much as I did.
My skin tingled, as if he was standing in the room, his luminescent eyes watching everything I did. Our connection was chilling, the tether remaining. He’d somehow managed to forge an invisible chain. Even the burning sensations flowing across my bruised bottom were so powerful, adding to my cravings.
No. No!
“I will have you. There is no place you can run, nowhere you can hide from me.”
Heated desire roared through me like a wild beast. I’d spent my entire life hating the Centurions and now I was fantasizing about how large his cock really was. The vision of him refused to leave my mind; his broad shoulders and sculpted chest, the way his chiseled jaw clenched in frustration, and his dazzling green eyes, reflected like pools of gold in the bright sun. He was all hard body and brawn, carved as if fr
om the Gods themselves.
I will feast on your sweet pussy, lapping every drop of your cream until you scream out my name. Then, I will fuck you in your tight asshole, just like you deserve.
I rolled over, burying my face in my slender pillow, trying to keep from awakening Winter, yet my fingers continued to press into my slickened folds, pumping in and out of my pussy. I gulped for air, my other hand clenching around the stiff material, tears slipping from my eyes. I was wicked, a terrible girl longing for these aliens.
Shameful hussy! Slut.
I fingered my clit, rolling the tip of my index finger around and around until the tissue was extra sensitive. Then I jammed all four fingers into my pussy, thrusting in jabbing motions. I could see his face, the creature who’d saved my life.
His hard body. His full red lips. His chiseled shoulders. Everything about him was rugged yet sensual and I couldn’t wait to have his elongated shaft in my mouth. I could almost taste his cum trickling down my throat, the extra appendage that I’d heard so much about exploring every hole. What is wrong with me? What... Suddenly, an orgasm ripped through me, driving me up from the bed, tingling all over. Yes. Yes! I had never experienced such a powerful climax, coming in wave after wave.
And all because of my sinful thoughts, my nasty desires. I deserved everything that was going to happen to me. All the punishments. All the spankings. I would accept them without complaining, no matter what implement they used. I would become their property, a trained pet.
“Ooohh...” The whispered moan was impossible to suppress. As the wave continued, I pinched my nipple, twisting and pulling my already tender bud. The pain was a beautiful reminder I was very much alive and very much a woman.
“I will fuck you like no human man has fucked you before.”
And I knew he would. The creature. The alien.
He would own me.
When the orgasm had subsided, I kept my hand inside and envisioned their cocks. I also begged for the sweet peace of slumber. What would the lottery bring? I knew in my heart the answer.
Complete submission.
Total surrender.
Catastrophic damnation.
* * *
Morning dawned, the bright sun beaming in through the coverless windows. I remained huddled in bed, fearful of leaving this warm spot. My thighs were sticky, cum covering inches of skin. I’d never felt so filthy in my life, but I continued to quiver from longing. At least the fantasies had kept the brutal nightmares away. I brushed my hand over my face, taking several deep breaths.
My side of the room was the only personal space I’d ever had, sharing almost everything with my sister. I heard Winter stirring, her feet hitting the cold floor. I prayed this was another moment in time and we were undertaking an adventure. Sadly, every synapse in my brain was already on high alert, anxiety forming a solid pit in my stomach. Fear clenched every molecule, dragging me into evil thoughts. What if I killed the Centurions instead?
I rolled my eyes at the thought. On one hand I was delirious from a vivid dream. On the other I had thoughts of murder.
“Rise, Felicity. Today is a spectacular day.” Winter jumped onto my bed, leaning over and hugging me as she almost always did, as if life truly mattered to any degree. She was almost never in a bad mood, enjoying every precious second of life as if it were her last. Like an enamored child, she went through every day sharing her joy of simply being alive.
I was the sullen one, the brooding and dark girl and had always been. Today was no different. No, today was much worse. I had nothing left to live for. No joy. No thrill of the hunt. No excitement about exploration. Not a single member of my family had mentioned the humiliating event, as if it hadn’t occurred. Maybe they were simply hoping I wouldn’t be disqualified. “There is nothing spectacular about today, sweet sister.”
“Hmmm...” Yanking the covers from around me, she laughed as she attempted to tickle me and within seconds I was smiling, giggling with her. “Sister of mine, if you’re chosen, imagine what that will do not only for you and Mother and Father, but for our entire colony. Just think about the amazing gifts that will be bestowed on us. And you will live a life of luxury.” She held a vapid expression, her eyes sparkling and I realized she was jealous, longing to take my place. I would fight to the death in order to save her from this horror.
“You don’t know that,” I huffed in saying the words. “I’ve heard the woman are imprisoned until the beasts want their needs fulfilled. Then they are beaten to within an inch of their life for even asking a question. What kind of extravagance is that, dear sister?”
Her laughter was almost raucous and very much unlike her. “Silly girl. Who’s been telling you such lies? I’ve seen the beautiful videograms. I know what occurs. You’ll be living the life that all little girls dream of, pleasuring three incredible men.”
They aren’t men. They’re monsters.
There was no arguing with her and a portion of me didn’t want to steal away her dreams of a better life. “But you’ll never see me again if I’m oh-so lucky to be selected.” I jerked the covers from her hand, sliding back until I was able to sit up. I closed my eyes, envisioning Voltar’s expressive eyes and his firm grip.
“I will see you again when I’m selected. Then we’ll be together forever, and I can’t wait.”
I wanted to be horrified, but she was so serene about our destiny, accepting her fate as if there was nothing wrong in being forced to marry and mate three aliens and live on another planet, never to see our home again. Home. The word was somehow stilting. The colony had almost everything a small town could ask for; shops with limited supplies and two schools, even a library, if you could call the limited number of books and videograms a library. Still, I’d relished spending my days inside, scouring every scrap of information, reading everything I could get my hands on. “What if you aren’t selected?”
“Oh, silly. I will be. Every girl will be chosen at some point. There is no other way. Now, get up. Time to get you dressed for the ceremony.”
“There are several hours before the blasphemy.” Every girl would be chosen, but not necessarily for mating. If they were deemed unsuitable or too old, they would be used as concubines or condemned to endure hard labor either here or on Skars. I’d forced my parents to tell me the truth the night before I’d agreed to enter the lottery system. I’d refused the deed for days, prepared to fight instead of accepting the chip in my arm. Only then had I been told the truth. Had I said no at that point, I would have been rounded up and shipped off, never to be seen or heard of again.
That’s the single reason I allowed my sweet sister to believe in a horrible pack of lies. If there was a God, maybe he, she, or it would forgive me.
She jumped to her feet, pulling on my hand. “I know that, but you want to look your best. And, my dear sister, I have a surprise for you.”
Resigned to what I was about to face, I climbed out of bed, narrowing my eyes as she danced like a schoolgirl. “What have you done?”
“I simply made a trade or two so you could be the most desirable human the Centurions have ever seen.” Her eyes were like bright stars, hungry to see the entire galaxy. She rushed back to her bed, pulling out a large bundle from underneath.
“What did you trade? You don’t have anything.” A stunning realization hit me. She’d traded her art supplies, her most prized possession for whatever she’d purchased for me. “What did you do?” I heard the shrillness in my voice, the almost desperation that I felt to my toes.
“Nothing that you wouldn’t have done for me.” A slight tic in the corner of her mouth was the only giveaway that her decision had been harder than she wanted to let on.
Anger rushed from deep within and I stomped toward the closet, throwing open the doors. On the shelf where she’d kept everything in a pristine manner in a wooden box built by our father was an empty space. “Winter! No. No!” Racing toward her, I grabbed both arms, shaking her until I could see the sadness in her eyes. “I lo
ve you so much.” The hug I gave her was tight and hard but would never be enough. “You shouldn’t have done it. You just...”
“I wanted to. You’re my sister and my best friend. You have to be the shining star I know you are. Please, come take a look. Please.”
Her pleading voice was almost too much to bear. Letting her go, I fawned over the wrapping, the brown paper adorned with her special markings, but made from a single pen instead of her prized oils. My heart ached for everything that I’d always wanted to provide for her. And now, it would never be. My fingers were shaking as I attempted to unwrap the precious gift, squinting as I laid eyes on the sensuous frock. I gave her a fleeting look, remaining in shock. I’d never seen anything so exquisite in my life.
“Winter. Where did you get this?”
“I have several of my own sources. My sister taught me well.”
The few black markets were more like thieves, but they were occasionally able to find delicacies from the past, the beautiful scarlet silk gown being one of them. Easing my finger across the bodice, I tingled from head to toe from the feel of the slick material alone.
“Well, hold it against your chest. I know it’ll fit you.” Winter squealed, clasping her hands together.
My knees wobbled as I held the luscious piece against me, trying hard to abate the tears. I couldn’t cry, or I would break down into sobs. “Just beautiful.” I was forced to look away, trying to regain my composure. “What if I’m not selected, oh brilliant sister of mine?”
“Then we’ll save this until you are. Red is your color. Hot and spicy.”
“You’re amazing and I adore you.” I gave her a sweet smile, wondering if I would even be allowed to take anything personal with me. I’d find a way, even if I was forced to bribe one of the soldiers. At least the plot in my mind allowed my smile to grow larger.