Sold to the Alien Cartel: An Alien Menage Romance

by Corin Cain

  Satisfied, Korgath feeds me the rest of the bowl of custard, right from his fingers, teasing me by wiping the sticky dessert on my lips and making me lick it off in front of everyone.

  It’s humiliating. It’s degrading.

  It’s almost making my pussy wet.

  The bowl is soon empty, and Korgath bids the waitress take it away.

  “And now,” he growls, “I’ll punish my slave for her transgression of earlier.” Then he laughs, and perhaps only because I know the truth about him, I sense that he’s acting a part. “I don’t know why I delayed taking a slave for so long. They do such depraved things – things that even the most submissive human female would resist.”

  Xeres claps his hands with glee at that comment, and there’s a murmur through the crowd that’s equal parts fascinated disgust, and jealous excitement.

  Ignoring them, Korgath uses his huge hands to arrange me in his lap, effortlessly lifting me and draping me across his knees.

  I shudder. The pleasure slave dress I’m wearing tonight is more opaque than the one that was used to show me off at the auction – but I still feel totally exposed in front of this crowd of onlookers.

  Yet as I lie across his lap, I realize that Korgath prefers to leave somethings as only his. That’s why he doesn’t pull the hem of my dress up. I’m thankful he doesn’t expose my bare ass to the crowd.

  But, at the same time, I shudder at the implication that he views me as his.

  Korgath is oblivious to my thoughts. Instead, he spanks me.

  If I thought spanking was painful in private, in public it’s so much worse.

  The humiliation builds relentlessly, as the entire casino seems to stop what they’re doing to watch Korgath discipline his unruly slut.

  How many dozens of pairs of eyes are on me, as I cry out in pain? How many voices are murmuring in amusement as Korgath spanks me harder and harder, slapping the tender flesh of my buttocks again and again.

  Then, finally, it’s over.

  My ass is throbbing. I lie limply across Korgath’s lap.

  “There,” he feigns an air of satisfaction, as Korgath addresses Xeres. “As you can see, all this slut needed was a good spanking. Isn’t that right, slave?”

  He cracks his palm against my ass cruelly once again, and I gasp out in pain.

  “Y-yes, Master,” I respond, tears flooding my eyes.

  “Good girl,” Korgath replies, and again I shudder with lust at his condescending, possessive nickname for me.

  Then, with tenderness that contrasts so sharply against his brutality, Korgath gently rubs my bottom and pulls me back onto his lap – almost as if nothing untoward happened.

  In fact, his huge, left arm curls around me protectively, holding me tight. He brushes my hair with his right hand, as if petting a kitten.

  “You took your punishment so well, my slave,” Korgath murmurs tenderly, and Xeres raises his eyebrows.

  “You talk so sweetly to her.”

  “Of course,” Korgath doesn’t have a hint of apology or embarrassment in his voice. He’s playing a part, and he’s been playing it so long it’s become like second nature to him. “I treat my slave like I treat my AX12-Series cruiser outside. It can outclass any ship you put against it because I maintain it well.” He snorts. “There’s just one difference between my ship and my slave, however…”

  Xeres raises to the bait. “And what is that?”

  “I don’t let others ride my ship.”

  I stiffen when I hear that.

  Korgath continues, and I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

  “I plan on recouping some of the cost of this slave by auctioning her virginity. One night with her, for a price, and then I’ll have her for the rest of time. I thought someone of your stature and unique talents would be the perfect one to help me sell such a commodity.”

  Xeres laughs, and cold sweat beads on my brow. I ache to look up at Korgath’s eyes to see any hint of a pretense – to confirm that this is just a ruse…

  …but my red bottom still aches from the first spanking and I cannot risk another.

  What if this isn’t a ruse? What if he’s really going to auction off my virginity?

  But… no!

  I ache to pull myself free from Korgath’s strong grasp, but I can’t. His massive arm is too strong.

  Instant regret hits me.

  I should have left when I had the chance.

  I should have known Korgath was not the man I’d given him credit for.

  Xeres is as amused by Korgath’s offer as I am disgusted by it.

  “You came to the right person,” he laughs. “I host a private party once a week. Bring her to my estate in three days, we’ll make her the main attraction. Perhaps even I’ll bid on her…” He laughs that high-pitched laugh of his. “I do love ruining a female’s innocence.”

  With that, Xeres leaves, his submissive slaves trailing behind him.

  Korgath continues playing poker as if nothing had happened, and I’m forced to sit seething in his lap, playing the part of the obedient little slave slut.

  When we’re finally ready to leave, Korgath has amassed a stack of nearly 800,000 in chips – but lost all his value in my eyes.

  We fly back to the towering skyscraper in silence, and the second Korgath leads me back into his penthouse – and I’m sure Dorothy isn’t around – I explode:

  “What the fuck were you thinking? I’m not a whore to be pimped out!”

  I slap at Korgath’s huge chest with my fists, although it just reminds me of trying to beat down the door of my cell, back on the slave pirate’s stolen mining hulk.

  My fists are as powerless against Korgath’s stone-like bulk as they were against foot-thick steel.

  For a moment, Korgath lets me flail my tiny fists against him. Then he grabs my wrists in his huge fists and holds me still – as easily as I might stop a child.

  “You do not speak to me in that tone, Juliana.”

  When he says my name, instead of calling me slave, I want to melt.

  Despite myself, hearing my name on Korgath’s lips is heaven.

  My only wish is that instead of calling me Juliana, he’d call by my birth name: Ella Donburry.

  But then I shake my head, and push out the stupid thought that Korgath actually cares about me. That he’d do anything other than bring me to the Aurelian home world to have me executed if he knew the truth about me, or the things I’ve done…

  No, Korgath doesn’t care about me. I’m just a tool for him to use, to capture his enemy. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just a thing.

  No better than a slave, in truth.

  I grit my teeth.

  “I won’t do it.”

  Korgath stares down at me for a second – his marble face as implacable as a statue. Then, slowly, he moves his hand up to take my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

  He lifts my face to his, gently reassuring me.

  I hate that his touch is so calming. I wish it felt like hot ice, that I would want to recoil from.

  But, no – his touch is magic. It’s like he’s drawing me deeper into his web. I feel like a bug trapped in sticky sugar.

  “Yes,” Korgath breathes. “You will.” He pauses: “Who is the richest man in Titus?”

  “Xeres,” I admit resentfully.

  He smiles. “Yes. And yet, even the richest man in Titus will not outbid me. No one will have your virginity but me.”

  I shudder, not understanding. I know that Aurelian’s can sense virginity. That was made clear to me when the one I knew as ‘the accountant’ seemed to sniff it out back in the mining hulk.

  But that doesn’t make sense. If Korgath is the one selling my virginity, he can’t also be the one buying it.

  “I-I don’t understand.”

  He nods. “It’s time you met my triad.”

  I can’t help but gasp. I had no idea he was paired with other Aurelians.

  Korgath has always been a solitary figure – in all the
hundreds of years he’s dominated the criminal underworld of Titus.

  But, of course, it makes sense. I know of the ‘triads’ of Aurelian culture. Each Aurelian male submits to a century of service to his empire – fighting the Scorps or other atrocities in battles that span the universe.

  When these Aurelians go to war, they sometimes – through some inexplicable bond – form a telepathic link with two other Aurelian warriors. The three of them form a triad – sharing their minds, thoughts and emotions. Linked together in a fellowship stronger than blood. They’re said to be closer than brothers.

  But if Korgath is part of a triad, and if they are closer than brothers, then where are the other two?

  “Your… your triad?”

  Korgath nods. “Yes. But first, I must apply a salve to your buttocks. I spanked you quite soundly.”

  I blush. Remembering the way he disciplined me in public makes me wish I was back in my old overalls and scrubs, from when I was mining asteroids – not dressed in the the torturously teasing material of this pleasure slave’s gown.

  “I can apply it myself, thank you very much.”

  Korgath surprises me by leaning forward. He kisses me gently on the lips, and his tenderness after his brutality is shocking to me.

  “I caused the pain,” he murmurs. “I will soothe it.”

  Before I can protest, Korgath hoists me up over his shoulder.

  “Let me down!” I yell, kicking at him. I might as well be kicking a brick wall.

  He carries me into the bathroom, and I blush furiously as I realize I’m going to have to start getting used to being manhandled and treated like a possession if I want to stay the course with Korgath.

  He spurts cream on his hand and rubs my aching bottom, massaging away the pain while I resignedly let my body hang limply over his shoulder. He has me facing away from the mirror, and I know Korgath has a delicious view of my naked ass and traitorously wet pussy as he cares for my bruises.

  As Korgath rubs his lotioned fingers across my buttocks, I gasp as he lets his huge, fat finger brush against my asshole for a brief, ticklish moment.

  “Hey!”

  He laughs for the first time I’ve ever heard. It’s a deep, rumbling sound – one that vibrates throughout his body. It’s a laugh I want to hear again and again, for the rest of my life – a laugh made even sweeter by its rarity.

  “You’ll be begging for that, too, before I’m done with you,” Korgath promises, and I shudder. I can’t believe that his cock will even fit in my virgin pussy, much less there.

  Korgath places me down on the counter. I sit there gingerly, legs dangling over the side, my bottom still a little sore from the brutal spanking.

  “We have to preserve your virginity for three sunrises,” Korgath warns gravely, and it’s only then that I realize how intently he wants to claim me – to make me his.

  Alarmingly, I’m disturbed how strongly I want that, too.

  “Three sunrises,” Korgath repeats, almost lamenting the ordeal. “But I’m going to make sure you spend them in blissful lust, my pet.”

  My pet. I shudder at the name.

  The days on Titus are longer than a standard Earth day by an hour – an extra hour that Korgath promises to fill with both pleasure and pain.

  I inch back on the counter, sidling away from him, trying to retain a sense of myself despite my rising lust. “I… I never agreed to… to…”

  He shrugs. “My triad will buy you, and take you into a private room. There you can… or you won’t.”

  I blink at him. It’s infuriating. The thought of my virginity being taken by this powerful, hulking alien is one thing. It’s somehow more humiliating that he is allowing me to choose. It’s somehow more humiliating knowing I’ll have to ask him for it; to submit to him, and offer him my innocence, instead of just having it taken away from me.

  “It’s up to you,” Korgath reiterates, “but for now, let’s not pretend you aren’t wriggling in desire, my little pet. Your nipples are hard as rocks.”

  He punctuates his words by gently brushing his fingers against my right nipple. I moan in tortured lust, unable to believe how submissive this brutal alien makes me feel.

  If he wanted to, he could roughly take me right then and there – and trying to fight him off would get me nothing except additional bruises as he ravaged me, skewering me with the over-sized cock already straining against his pants.

  My back is pressed against the mirror as Korgath leans forward, kissing me deeply. His kiss sends lightning jolts of sensation through my body. I wrap my hands around his immense shoulders, and he stops for a moment.

  “Not hiding another weapon?”

  I’m taken aback. I didn’t think Korgath knew how to joke. Before I can laugh, I wonder if he’s being serious – and I show him I’m unarmed by using my hands to grab at his dress shirt, tugging the cotton taut and wishing he was already naked.

  As if reading my mind, Korgath growls and rips his shirt off, buttons flying everywhere. Bare-chested, he kisses me again – deep, insistent, and powerful. His tongue invades my mouth, and I press my hands against his hard, muscled body – feeling the ridges of each of his impossibly-defined abs.

  His huge, fat finger teases my wetness, up under my dress, grazing my pussy tantalizingly.

  My hips buck as I try desperately to gain more sensation, to rub myself against him…

  …then he breaks off the kiss, spreading my legs with his strong hands.

  Suddenly, Korgath kneels – and the next thing I know, he’s putting his huge head between my thighs.

  I gasp out in a slutty moan as his huge, alien tongue finds my cunt. I’ve never felt anything so filthy and pleasurable before. I run my hands over his flexing traps, feeling Korgath’s body shudder with need as he tastes me for the first time.

  He lifts his head from me, his mouth wet from my pussy.

  “You’re sweet,” he says, almost confused, as if he’s tasted other women before and never savoured them like he does me. It’s as if our bodies are attuned – as if the more we devour of each other, the hungrier we get for more.

  I ache for his tongue on me, and I greedily touch his shoulder – pleading wordlessly for him to continue eating me out.

  “I don’t know if I can bear to share you with my triad,” he says, then laps at my pussy again, slowly and rhythmically bringing me to heights of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.

  Share me?

  Then the realization hits me.

  He’s taking me to see his triad.

  Three huge, bonded Aurelian warriors – and they’ll be the ones bidding on my virginity.

  Bidding, and winning – and then Korgath said we’d be in a private room with his triad.

  I gasp, moaning out as I imagine two more aliens just like Korgath – three huge, dominant Aurelians using their tongues and fingers to pleasure me. As my imagination runs wild, Korgath fuels the fire with his huge hands – groping my breasts, as his head returns between my thighs and he finds my clit with his thick, agile tongue. As he tastes me, his arms reach upwards - pinching and pulling my hard, sensitive nipples.

  I groan, flopping back against the mirror.

  My mind races. I remember what Korgath said about how I’d soon beg for him to fuck my pussy and ass. I suddenly imagine what it would be like to have not one, not two, but three huge, throbbing alien cocks filling all my holes at once.

  The image is overwhelming. I scream out in bliss as Korgath’s tongue laps greedily at my pussy.

  My orgasm is a molten wave of overwhelming pleasure, and my body shakes and trembles like a willow in the wind.

  He doesn’t stop. I try to push him away, but Korgath is too strong, and he just keeps lapping at my oversensitive clit. I scream out as I cum again, nearly blacking out from the pleasure.

  “Please… Oh Gods, Korgath! I can’t take any more!” Finally, as I plead for respite, Korgath’s tongue slows against my pussy, enjoying the last tastes of my wetness. T
hen he lifts his head from between my thighs and kisses me. I taste my juices on his lips, and suddenly all I want is his huge cock in my mouth.

  As if reading my mind, Korgath stands to his full, massive height – and while I’m sitting on his raised counter, I find myself at the perfect height to pleasure him.

  His crotch is directly at eye-level with me, and I eagerly reach out to unzip his dress pants.

  Suddenly, he grabs my hands.

  “Ask,” he demands flatly.

  My cheeks burn red with embarrassment. The truth is, more than I wanted the pleasure of his tongue on my body, I want to please him.

  I swallow my pride. “Master, may I suck your cock?”

  The words come out quietly and innocently, and I blush a deeper shade of red as I hear them. I can’t believe how this dominant Aurelian has turned me from a tough-talking asteroid miner into a submissive little slut.

  “You may, my pet,” Korgath purrs, releasing my hands. They’re trembling with eagerness as I reach forward to unzip his pants. Korgath’s huge cock rears out as I open his fly, like it’s been starving for my attention. I shudder, not knowing what to do with it.

  I’ve never done this before. I’ve never done anything before.

  But I remember the day of the auction, when I’d been kneeling on the floor next to Korgath, watching another human slave eagerly suck and slurp on her master’s cock.

  I’ll do that.

  Leaning forward, I wrap my lips around the head of Korgath’s swollen cock, and suddenly I’m in bliss.

  He doesn’t grab my hair or force me to deepthroat him. I’m free to explore every inch of Korgath’s massive member, kissing and licking the sensitive slit then lapping my tongue down to his huge, alien balls. Suddenly, the image of my own pussy, freshly-fucked and leaking his cum, flashes into my mind. I imagine what it will feel like as he seeds me – how it would be to bear his children. I moan out in pleasure at the taboo thought.

  I’ve never imagined having kids – and now, within days of meeting Korgath, I’m already having foolish thoughts that seem impossibly unlike me.

  “Your cock… It’s incredible,” I murmur, lifting my mouth from his swollen member. I feel stupid as I say it. I’ve never dirty talked before, and Korgath is obviously a master in the bedroom. He’s already proven he has the tongue of a god and the cock of a wild beast. I feel so inferior and small compared to him – so incapable of satisfying him, or of ever being enough.