by Piper Stone
I stormed down the bleak hallway, heading in direction of the makeshift prison. The others who’d been selected were already safely on my ship. Only the female remained. That would assure us privacy while I... fulfilled my duty.
The creaking of the door had brought her toward the front of the cage. She looked more like a barbarian than the pictures I’d seen of her dressed in uniform. With her hair disheveled and matted, her face twisted in anger, I had no doubt she was ready for a fight.
I moved until I was standing directly in front of her, enjoying the view more than I should. I should be incensed that I’d been asked to perform such an atrocious duty, even though the king was right. I could have had any one of the female prisoners I’d desired. Suddenly, the task was more about political gain.
Or worse.
I shifted, my cock throbbing, the memory of being inside of her difficult to ignore.
Sighing, I was unable to take my eyes off her; the beauty of her porcelain skin, the vibrancy of her eyes, and the way she held herself in the highest regard. Then there was her incredible scent. I could become easily intoxicated by merely drinking in her fragrance. However, I couldn’t allow that to happen. I needed to maintain full control, utter dominance over her.
Even though she was a fighter.
I’d taken some time to check on her work with the particular law enforcement agency she’d been assigned to. She certainly had a respectable record, obtaining several commendations. Then her fall from grace. I’d been a warrior long enough to know the girl had been railroaded, although certain details had been blocked from me, much like the Movietron I’d been forced to watch had the appearance of falsehood.
There were lies being reported but for what reason?
She was only one human woman, certainly incapable of doing much harm to this new government.
That no longer mattered. My only goal was to break her down, releasing her animosity while keeping her in line for the upcoming events. Perhaps the pleasure would continue to be incredible, but I couldn’t allow that to cloud my judgment. I had a job to do.
“Hey, fucker. Did you come here to goad me?” Casey asked as she wrapped her hands around the cage bars, hissing in the same manner I’d seen before. “Or just fuck me like before?”
I took a deep breath, remaining quiet.
“You understand English so don’t fuck with me! You had no issue telling me what you were going to do to me. I assume it’s the same or worse.” Her nasty words were on purpose, attempting to rile me.
I resisted responding. She was shaking from both anger and fear, her eyes wild with hatred. Her glare was heated, and I realized every muscle in my body ached.
With need.
With burning desire.
“What do you want from me?” she demanded, smashing her hand on the steel bars. When I still said nothing, she took a step back, holding her hand over her eyes as she began to pace. I could tell she was counting. An attempt to calm her nerves or something else?
When she continued her parade in front of me, I walked toward the table holding a pitcher of water. The cool substance was one aspect of Earth that I did enjoy. Our waters had become tainted long before, forcing a processing system that left the substance bitter in nature. I poured a glass, taking a long drink.
The action drew her attention, her tongue sliding across her parched lips. After finishing the container, I filled it again, moving in the direction of the cage and holding out the cup.
She allowed her gaze to travel from the small container to my eyes, taking several deep breaths before nodding.
I inched closer, shifting the cup just inside the bars. Her hand was shaking as she reached out and the second our fingers touched, we both had some form of a chemical reaction.
Moaning, she jerked back, holding her other hand over the first, as if our touch had burned her.
Or ignited a fire.
Growling, I hunkered down, easing the cup inside and onto the floor, backing away. Within seconds, she’d grabbed the thin steel, gulping the entire contents. I was disgusted as water dribbled down both sides of her mouth.
Not from her glutenous need but from the entire situation. We’d been called the monster race, a species hell-bent on destroying all others. Maybe once I’d believed in the concept. I had no idea what to believe in any longer.
I closed my eyes briefly, envisioning the moment of sheer passion. I shouldn’t be allowed to enjoy such an amazing moment. That wasn’t a part of my mission. I clenched my fist, agonizing over what had already occurred.
When she was finished, Casey tossed the cup, once again coming toward the bars, shaking her head and laughing. “Since I know you can understand what I’m saying, I’m going to share something with you. The great leaders of Earth, including the corrupt President Marchant, are a farce. He brutalizes his own people, taking away our rights and freedoms in an effort to make himself rich. He and his cabinet of wealthy and influential men aren’t leading Earth toward salvation and peace, and they aren’t friends of the Malzeon race. Only the dissidents understand what has to be done. You are fools to believe that you will have control much longer or that the New World Order will honor any agreements made.”
The words remained in my mind, fueling more questions given the conversation I’d had with the king, as well as the crap spewed from the sergeant’s mouth. Maybe the great King Lorowerd was far more intelligent than any of us were aware of, preparing for betrayal. I’d merely study the female for now.
I’d heard many things from various prisoners, promises made and anger spouted off. Her words rang true in several ways. And she’d been in a position to learn more than the majority of humans. While a portion of me wanted to grill her on the statement, my duty called. There were those who would be watching. Now wasn’t the time or place to ignore an order.
“You will be punished,” I finally said, almost in passing.
She opened her eyes wide then burst into laughter. “As if I haven’t been already?”
“You escaped, an infraction usually punishable by death.” I’d healed her. Now I was going to mark her again. Every cell in my body was humming from electricity.
“Then go ahead and kill me already. I’m already dead anyway. You and I both know that. Even if I’m accepted for this auction, do you think any of your male population will allow me to live after they’ve... brutalized me?”
Her words filled me with angst. I had no idea what to say.
“Then what happens after you punish me?” she asked, her usual venomous tone gone, her voice now filled with regret.
“Then I fuck you.”
“Again,” she added.
“As often as I require.”
Casey opened her mouth twice, retreating back into the shadows. I heard the slight whimper and for a split second hated what I was, the world I was forced to live in.
But duty called.
I unlocked the cage, standing in the entrance and giving her a nod. “Come. It will be much easier for you.”
“Easier,” she repeated. I expected her to ignore my command, but she walked closer until she was merely a few inches away. “If you really believe that then you’re a fool, Commander whatever.”
“Haern. I am Commander Draze Haern of the Star Planet Malzeon in the Gelenta Galaxy.” I had no idea why I’d just given her my full credentials. She couldn’t care less.
“Well, Commander Draze Haern, do what you need to do but know this. You will never break me, no matter what you or the bastards you sell me off to are able to do. I am Detective Casey Roberts of the Washington, DC Sovereign Police Department. I am someone who matters. You need to keep that in mind, you disgusting alien.” She bit her lower lip, her eyes remaining haunted.
While I could admit that her words were enticing, the darkness from deep within swept over my entire system. No one talked to me that way, especially a human prisoner. I fisted her hair, dragging her against me as I lowered my head. “Hear me, female. You will not talk to me
in that manner ever again. You belong to me and I will do with you as I please.”
Her snarl only further fueled the burning anger swelling, burning my muscles and tendons. Using only two fingers, I ripped away the ugly dress she’d been required to wear, exposing her naked and shivering body. And my mouth watered from the intense lust. I dropped my head even lower, darting out my tongue and licking down the side of her face.
She pressed her palms against my chest, struggling to get out of my firm hold. That was never going to happen.
The taste of her was far too sweet, a reminder that I hadn’t experienced the joys of a female of any kind in months. With the one exception. This one was ripe, ready for the taking and I would use her body in every manner I desired. The earlier connection had proven how intensely we both hungered. That would not be denied. I pushed her toward the wall, shoving her face against the cool surface then dragging one arm then the other over her head. I easily held both her thin wrists in my massive hand. Everything about her was exciting, my two hearts beating rapidly as blood flowed into every vein.
“What are you going to do, beast?” she asked, laughing. “Oh, wait. I already know.”
I rubbed my index finger down her spine to the crack of her ass, savoring the way her skin prickled from my touch. “As I said before, fuck you. In every hole. Brutally. I will take what belongs to me, human, and there is nothing you can do about it. However, you need to learn a lesson.” I didn’t give her any time to respond, merely smacking my hand across her rounded buttocks several times, moving from one side to the other.
She continued to struggle, issuing gravelly moans and hisses, clenching her fists in an effort to fight me.
I kicked her legs further apart before smacking her again, relishing in the way her buttocks fit into my hand. The scent of her continued to drive me wild and I could tell she was wet. I eased back in order to see her pretty pink pussy lips peeking out. So swollen. Engorged with blood from her raging desire.
For me.
For a beast.
For a monster.
She couldn’t fool me, our attraction unbridled. I was fully aroused, my cock and balls strained to the point of sheer pain. She had no idea what was in store for her, the way my shaft would fill her like no human male. I almost laughed at the thought as I peppered her bottom with savage strikes, leaving her skin blossoming in a lovely shade of crimson. Even the heat building on my hand was invigorating, driving me further to a point of sheer ecstasy.
My vision became cloudy as I continued the spanking, every nerve ending seared from the realization that she truly belonged to me. Every second she continued to fight brought nasty and vile thoughts into my mind. I could keep her shackled for days, fucking her over and over again.
If only she could be mine for an extended period of time.
I wasn’t kind in my spanking of her, or gentle for that matter. She needed to learn a lesson. Her escape attempt could have been disastrous for my command.
“You will follow rules,” I finally said. The husky sound in my voice both intrigued and angered me, the attraction to the female increasing.
“Like hell I will,” she barked. “I’m just going to end up dead so why bother?”
I tangled my fingers in her hair, yanking her head until she was forced to look into my eyes. “Then your punishment will be much worse.”
“You don’t scare me, alien. I’ve been through worse. I already told you, I’m not for sale.”
The audacity of her was... Argh. I brought my hand down hard and fast, savoring the ragged moans slipping past her succulent lips.
Lips that were meant to wrap around my cock.
Lips that seemed soft and sensual, unlike those other species I’d encountered.
My blood boiled and I had difficulty breathing. I closed my eyes, attempting to concentrate on my task, my hand on fire from the force I was using. When I looked again, I realized that Casey had suddenly stopped struggling, even hanging her head limp. Her breathing remained scattered, her eyes closed.
Shit.
What the hell had I done to her?
I gathered her into my arms, holding her against the warmth of my chest, placing my hand on her forehead. She was warmer than humans should be. I cursed in my native language, the clicks and guttural sounds managing to echo in the dense space. Punishing her was one thing, harming her another.
I glanced toward the metal cot in the cell, the thin padding in no way meant to provide comfort of any type. The furniture was government provided, United Sovereign States to be exact, another reason to hate the fuckers. I lifted and cradled her body, taking long strides toward my quarters. The room I’d spent a significant amount of time was lavish in comparison to the harsh cell.
The door opened upon my approach, the system locked into my electrinoids. The second we were behind closed doors, I brushed the hair out of her eyes, studying her face. “You’ll be all right, female, as long as you obey.” I eased her down onto my bed, ready to pull the thick covering over her.
That’s the moment she chose to defy me once again, faking her condition in an effort to thwart my control.
Casey gave me a hard shove, managing to knock me back several feet. With only a slight advantage, she advanced toward the door, her long legs pumping.
I took a deep breath, raking my hands through my hair as I heard her frustrated exclaim. There was no way out without my authorization.
“Fuck. Fuck! You can’t keep me locked in here.”
My patience was ripped away, the woman infuriating. While I continued to admire her tenacity, her behavior had riled me enough. I advanced toward the door, jerking her around to face me. “That’s enough. You are my prisoner and you will obey me. One more attempt at escape or any other infraction and I assure you that the next punishment you receive you will not enjoy.” I snapped my hand around her neck, squeezing just enough she opened her eyes wide. “Do you understand me, human?”
Casey held her breath until I clamped my fingers down even more. She coughed, finally nodding.
“Excellent.” I took a deep whiff. Her scent was a combination of fear as well as something else. Desire. The female could no longer lie to me. “You are beautiful in your rebellious state, but you will not be allowed to continue this type of behavior.”
She pursed her lips, gritting her teeth.
“I assure you that the master who decides to own you will break you down in every manner, destroying that defiant nature you cling to.” What if I became her master? My mind was both excited and challenged by the possibilities. I slowly lowered my other hand, brushing the tip of my fingers down the side of her lithe neck to her collarbone. She was so delicate in comparison, her bones easily broken. I traveled down further, moving my fingers between the swell of her voluptuous breasts. She was truly a magnificent specimen, a perfect hourglass figure. Growling, I cupped her breast, kneading her tender flesh as she continued to glare at me. “Do you like this, female?”
“You can call me Detective and you disgust me.”
“Then why are your nipples so hard?” I pulled one between my thumb and forefinger, twisting as I squeezed roughly.
A whimper escaped her mouth and for a few seconds, the light in her eyes had nothing to do with her desire to gut me.
I engulfed her other breast with my wet mouth, swirling my tongue around her hardened bud several times. Even the taste of her skin was entirely different, prompting the nubs on my cock to expand. Fascinating, that had never happened without being inside a female, ready to fill her with my seed.
I couldn’t seem to get enough, enjoying her rather crude sounds as I bit down on her tender nipple. I was suddenly famished, my brutal, sadistic desires clawing their way to the surface. I no longer cared about being gentle. She wasn’t my mate or anyone I would see again after tomorrow. I simply longed for a hard fuck and nothing more.
“You’re horrible,” she whispered, gasping for deep breaths.
I didn’t bother answering a
s I shifted my flexed hand down her taut stomach, sliding between her legs and cupping her smooth mound. When I pressed down, the warmth of her pussy lips crushing against my hand was a powerful aphrodisiac. I knew there would be no holding back, no ability to control the beast inside.
The second I shoved my fingers past her slickened folds and deep into her tight hole, she jerked up onto her tiptoes.
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh... God.” Casey lolled her head, still struggling in my arms as she twisted her body back and forth. The scent of her was getting richer, an ambrosia of our very Gods. I thrust hard and fast, driving in wild abandonment.
I added a second and third finger, plunging in a brutal manner. As I stood to my full height, watching her reaction as I drank in her essence, I rolled my thumb around and around her clit aimlessly. “So wet, little female. So hot.”
“Not for you. Ne-ver for you,” she breathed, blinking rapidly.
I chuckled darkly as I plunged in savagely. “We shall see about that.”
Her breath skipped, the light sheen on her face driving me to the point of utter savagery. She bit back a moan, although I could tell just how much she was enjoying my brutal finger fucking. “Do you want to come, little female?”
She opened her eyes, glaring at me. I adored the venom in them. “Not by you.”
I continued for a few additional seconds before removing my fingers, dragging the tip of my rough tongue across them while her look turned to one of disgust.
My hand still surrounding her throat, I yanked her away from the wall, pushing her over the table where I ate my meals. She was much more of a feast than any sustenance. And all I could think about was eating her succulent pussy.
That would come another time, at least as long as she lived to see the end of the contest.
I pressed my hand on the small of her back, easily able to keep her down. There was no amount of struggling that would allow her freedom. I would take what I wanted. I would enjoy every second of defiling her.
“Fuck you! I hate you.” Casey only bothered to fight me for so long. I felt tension ease from her body the moment I kicked her legs apart, gathered yet another delicious whiff of her feminine wiles. Her words were nothing but lies, her attraction growing stronger by the minute.