Bought By The Zandians

by Renee Rose

  Then again, judging by the scent of her arousal, she’s not entirely opposed to our actions.

  We can always explain her new situation later. After we’ve used her.

  And played with her.

  And delivered light punishment for running away from her former master.

  And that thought has me groaning, stepping close to our slave so her peaked nipples brush my chest. I hold the water nozzle to spray her back as I cup her mons in the front.

  She lets out a puh—a little exhale that makes my dick so hard I’m sure it would break off if she grabbed it. She’s juicy wet, her pussy swollen and open like a flower. Ready for tasting. Ready for claiming.

  Danica

  Oh stars. It must be my changing hormones. I’ve never been so receptive to any male before.

  Of course, my well-being used to depend on making myself fully available to my master, Akron, but I mean truly receptive. As in—I’m dying for their touch, ready for whatever they wish to do with me.

  I don’t even know their names, although Master always seems to suit in a situation like this. The one right in front of me looms—a mass of solid muscle, his purple-hued skin hairless and smooth. His horns tilt toward me, like they’re erogenous appendages. The other —the one who threw me over his shoulder—stands behind me. He’s even bigger than his friend, his interest as obvious. His cock brushes my hip as he lathers me with cleanser, taking his time, leaving no part of me untouched.

  The warrior with the water hose slips one finger into me. I’m shocked to feel how incredibly wet I am for him. His finger is thick, but it’s not too much. In fact, it’s not nearly enough. I squirm over his finger to take him deeper. He adds a second finger.

  I let out a moan and the water hose falls to the floor. The Zandian uses a finger under my chin to lift my face to his and then his mouth descends. I’m surprised by the kiss. I know it’s a human gesture of affection, often used during sex, but my former masters have never used my mouth for anything but their cocks.

  He dominates my mouth, tasting me, twisting his lips over mine with demand. I part my lips, surrender as his fingers continue to press in and out of me.

  The warrior behind me grabs a handful of my wet hair and wraps it up in his fist. He doesn’t pull, but my head is immobilized for his friend’s kiss now. There’s no escaping it.

  At the same time, he slides a finger down the crack of my ass and circles my back hole.

  I mewl into the mouth of the first warrior. He breaks the kiss and stares down at me. I swear I see amusement mingled with lust in his eyes. “Her pussy is juicy sweet. How’s her ass?”

  I tense, attempting to squeeze my cheeks together, but it only earns me a sharp slap on one cheek. My mouth falls open and my gaze darts to the warrior in front of me to determine if I’ve angered them.

  “Oh, veck, do that again. She makes the sweetest expression imaginable.”

  My face grows warm. I’m not sure the last time I blushed, but it certainly hasn’t happened in my adult life.

  The warrior behind me strikes my other buttock. My pussy clenches around the first Zandian’s fingers.

  “Oh, she loves it.” He sounds excited. He pumps his fingers in me, his digits hitting some extra sensitive place deep inside me.

  I cry out, my hands flying out to catch his meaty forearms.

  The warrior behind me works a thick finger in my ass and I’m completely at their mercy. I try not to move, though my hips want to shimmy and wriggle. Whether I’d be shifting away from the sensations or toward them, I’m not sure.

  I pant as they fill me, each of them pumping at his own rhythm, killing me with the overload of sensation.

  “Please,” I start to whimper. “I need—” I don’t finish because my brain’s too scrambled to put words together.

  The warrior in front of me loops one of my arms around his neck. “You just hang on and keep making those soft, sweet sounds, and we’ll let you come, little female.”

  Holding his neck gives me the stability I require. I press my breasts against his ribs, open and close my lips over his wet skin as my feet dance beneath me.

  He pumps faster, harder.

  The warrior behind me adds a second finger and I sob.

  The males suddenly synchronize their thrusts and I’m filled and emptied at the same rhythm. It gives me the focus I need for my climax to build. My mouth is open somewhere over his pec, and without realizing it, I start sucking hard.

  He curses and doubles his speed. My knees buckle. A strangled sound leaves my throat and then I hurtle into my climax. My muscles spasm around his fingers, and my anus attempts to close around the finger in my backside.

  I scream into his chest as the waves of release buck through me. Only when it’s passed and I’m hanging limply from his neck do I realize I’ve sunk my nails into his skin.

  They ease their fingers from me and I nearly collapse. The warrior in front reaches around to extricate himself from my grip, and the one behind scoops me into his arms.

  “Let’s bring her to the sleep chamber to examine her,” he says.

  This whole time they’ve spoken more about me than to me. But I suppose I am more of an object than a being to them. As a slave, I’m used to such treatment. Taking offense would get me nowhere. What’s odd is that I find their discussion about me somewhat pleasing. Almost arousing.

  Maybe it’s the appreciative way they discuss me. They’re enjoying me, or rather, enjoying my body, and apparently my body enjoys them quite a bit, too.

  I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced the pleasure I just found with them, embarrassing though it may have been.

  They carry me to a small chamber in the ship where a raised platform takes up half the room. The big warrior lays me on my back on the platform and they both loom at the edge, studying me.

  I’m shocked to see I marked the slightly smaller warrior when I sucked his chest. I’ve never done such a thing, and I fear he’ll be angry when he sees it. He notices my gaze and looks down.

  “You must’ve pleased her, Benn, if she left her mark on you,” the bigger one says, chuckling as he strolls to open a cabinet on the wall.

  The one he called Benn reaches a hand behind his neck and rubs where I hung onto him. When he brings his fingers away, they’re marked with a tinge of purple blood.

  “Forgive me, Master,” I say quickly. “I did not mean to use my nails on you.”

  He offers a wicked grin. “I don’t mind it, little female, but perhaps we should punish you, just the same.”

  I stiffen, pushing up to my forearms.

  The bigger one returns carrying a bottle of some kind of liquid. “Oh, certainly,” he agrees. “She loved having that ass of hers smacked. Let’s oil her up, first. That will increase the sting.”

  Increase the sting?

  I can’t decide if I should be afraid or aroused. Do they mean for me to experience pain or pleasure? It’s unclear.

  Benn holds out his palm and his friend pours some of the oil into it, then takes some himself. Suddenly, two pairs of large hands are on me, pushing me back, rubbing my skin.

  It’s pure pleasure. I haven’t been touched this way—ever. One strokes and rubs oil into my arms, caresses my neck and shoulders, my breasts, while the other works up from my toes, rubbing the aromatic oil into my calves and thighs. He coats my pussy with it, spreading me wide, working it into my outer lips, around my clit.

  “Feel how she trembles?” Benn asks.

  I start to whine and moan again as the sensations become intense.

  “Roll over, little slave. Let’s see that ass.”

  I obey and they spread my legs wide, working oil over the backs of my thighs, my ass, my back.

  Smack.

  Gulp. The two of them take turns spanking me, one hand falling, then another in quick succession. It hurts—no pleasure at all, just hard, stingy slaps.

  I squeeze my ass cheeks together and push up on my hands, arching my back. I know better than
to move out of position—I’ve been trained too well for that. “Ow! I’m sorry, Masters. I’m sorry! Forgive me.”

  As abruptly as it started, it stops. The bigger one rubs and kneads my stinging ass as Benn leans over and grasps my hair to turn my face to his. “You’re forgiven, beautiful slave,” he murmurs and attacks my mouth again, dragging hungry lips over mine in a claiming kiss. “Are you ready to take my cock in that hot little mouth of yours?” His voice is deep and rough, eyes glowing pure amethyst.

  I nod quickly and attempt to scramble up, but he rolls me to my back.

  “I think Gorde wants to fuck that tight pussy, so I’m going to climb over you and you’re going to suck my cock while you spread your legs for Gorde. Understand?”

  I swallow. Fuck. Lying on my back to give oral isn’t the safest position. It would be easy for him to shove his cock down my throat and choke me without even meaning to. But what choice do I have?

  The one he called Gorde pulls my burning ass to the edge of the platform and pushes my knees up. As he lines his cock up with my entrance, Benn climbs over and straddles my head.

  My fear must’ve shown on my face, because Benn stops and simply fists his cock, tugging it as he watches my face. “Don’t be afraid, little slave. Tell me your name.”

  “Danica.” If I were smart, I would’ve thought of a false name to give them. When they first bought me, I had a whole narrative crafted in my head to feed them, but they didn’t ask and now my brain’s in a different place.

  “Danica.” He studies me another moment, slowly stroking his cock. Though I’ve been naked since the moment they met me, this is the first time I feel bare. If I was unsure before whether they only thought of me as an object, I know now it’s not true. It was a game they were playing to keep me off balance. This one actually sees everything.

  Behind him, Gorde rubs the head of his cock over my entrance. I can feel the oil he has applied to his length as he eases in. He’s huge, but there’s so much oil and I’m so turned on, it doesn’t hurt or stretch me too much.

  Benn doesn’t move to jump in the game. He’s still trying to decipher me. “Surely you’ve sucked a cock before?”

  Gorde withdraws and shoves in deeper.

  I lick my lips, trying to arrange my expression into something agreeable. “Yes, Master.”

  Another thick, delicious thrust from Gorde. I arch on the platform.

  Benn idly toys with one breast, strumming my nipple with his thumb. “Then what are you afraid of?”

  I’ve spun lies my entire lifetime. Whatever my master wants to hear. But for some reason, the truth comes flying from my lips. “Please don’t choke me with it.”

  His expression clears. “Ah.” He picks up my fingers and closes them around the base of his cock. “You control it, love. Don’t be scared.”

  I exhale, relief and confidence flooding in to replace my fear. Gorde finds my clit with a finger or thumb and I nearly come unglued, jacking my hips up, my belly shuddering on a breath.

  “Now, Danica.” Benn loses his patience.

  It’s just as well, because I’m suddenly dying to suck his cock. Between the incredible sensations below my waist and his consideration with me, I’m eager to show my gratitude. I grip hard and lift my head to take as much of his cock into my mouth as I can. As promised, he stays in place, letting me move my head and mouth around him. I twist and turn my head, sucking hard, rolling my tongue on the underside. I pull back and rub my lips over the head of his cock, lick a long line up the underside.

  Benn’s thighs shake, his horns seem to grow even stiffer. “That’s it, beautiful,” he murmurs.

  Gorde grips my thighs and pulls me over his cock in quick pulses, making my mouth bob over Benn’s member. I look up to see if he minds, but he’s smiling. I squeeze my hand around the base of his cock and use it to pump along his length as I suck him off.

  “Good girl,” he purrs. “Such a sweet slave.”

  “Best. Pussy. I’ve ever. Had,” Gorde grunts, slamming hard into me with each word. He thrusts deep, roars and comes, filling my channel with his hot essence.

  I suck hard, faster, but Benn shakes his head and pulls out of my mouth. He shifts to lie beside me, and lifts my head to help me lean over him.

  Gorde sees what’s happening and assists, pulling out and lifting my hips to arrange me on my knees over Benn. He slaps my ass.

  “You keep sucking, little slave. I’ll provide the motivation.”

  Another slap.

  “Her skin picks up the handprints so beautifully, doesn’t it?” Benn asks as I take his cock all the way down my throat. He grabs the back of my head and curses.

  Gorde slaps my ass. It hurts, but excites me, too. That initial spanking shocked me with the intensity, but now that my butt is already warm, already used to their slaps, I almost welcome the pain. Especially with my pussy still throbbing from my previous orgasm and recent fucking.

  I use every skill I’ve learned to please Benn, and he responds, eyes rolling back in his head, broken groans coming from his mouth. All the while, Gorde punishes me with slow, steady slaps.

  “Open your knees,” he commands, prying my thighs wider. As soon as I’m where he wants me, he slaps between my legs, his fingers connecting with my clit, palm punishing my labia.

  I come off Benn’s cock and shriek. Gorde slaps me there again, harder. “I didn’t say you could stop sucking.”

  I resume my job, frantic now, although I’m not sure if I’m frantic to avoid the punishment or because I need to come. The pulsing in my swollen clit has reached epic proportions, heat and desire coiling up in my core.

  Benn roars and comes, hot streams of his essence shooting down the back of my throat.

  At the same time, Gorde starts spanking my pussy with light, quick slaps. I moan around Benn’s cock, sucking him in long strokes that move my whole body.

  The need to climax is so great, I’m blinded. I do something I’ve never, ever dared do with another master—I reach my hand between my legs to touch myself. Gorde covers my fingers with his, helping me push over my greedy flesh while at the same time, he spanks my ass with hard, swift strokes.

  I come, screaming around Benn’s cock, thrashing my head until he uses my hair to lift my mouth off his spent length.

  My eyes must’ve been wide with shock at what I’d just experienced, because Benn chuckles and pulls me down on top of him, embracing me. It’s such a foreign position. Never, in any of my experiences, have I been held in a being’s arms following sex. It’s wonderful.

  Transcendent, even.

  And if I were smart, I would get a handle on all these feelings and wrap them up tight. Because I have a plan. And it doesn’t involve me remaining a sex slave.

  Even if it is to two very attentive and hot warriors.

  Chapter 3

  Gorde

  I’m in love.

  I know Benn was holding out hope of finding a Zandian female, but this human is perfect. Granted, we haven’t said more than a few words to each other, but getting to know her will be an utter pleasure.

  How could it not be when she’s such a beautiful, compliant little slave?

  And yes, I know, she’s not really our slave as our King doesn’t allow slaves. And we’ll tell her that…soon.

  Really.

  But in the meantime, I’m loving the veck out of dominating her, especially when she’s so willing and responsive.

  I watch Benn hold her for a moment, then crawl up and join them. I’m not jealous of Benn. The two of us have been best friends since we were kids. Sharing is something that comes naturally. But it looks too sweet to pass up. I want to know what her soft, lush form feels like draped over my body, too.

  I lie on my side, propped up on an elbow, and rub her ass. It’s still red with my handprints. I hope to veck I didn’t spank her too hard. She definitely didn’t seem to mind it, but if I leave actual marks on her, I’m going to feel terrible. I know humans are a weaker species—they exper
ience more pain and don’t heal as fast as Zandians. Perhaps that’s why she was so worried about making Benn bleed when she scored him with her nails.

  “Are you all right, little slave?” I push her almost dry blonde locks from her face. “Danica?”

  “Yes, Master,” she murmurs. Her lips are swollen from Benn’s kisses and now I do feel a stab of jealousy, or maybe it’s just the need to claim. I lean forward and take her mouth, working my tongue between her lips as Benn did.

  She responds, ever sweet, parting her lips and allowing me to take whatever I desire.

  Somewhere, some little voice tells me it’s too good to be true, but I push the thought away. Benn will tell me himself soon. He’ll probably argue that we sell her because she’ll fetch a good price, but I’ll refuse.

  We’re keeping her. Or I’ll keep her if Benn won’t see reason. Zandians require females. If not our own species, then we need human females to breed.

  A thought strikes me and I break the kiss. Most sex slaves are sterilized to prevent unwanted reproduction. What if she can’t breed? Would I still want her? Veck, yes. Although eventually we’d need to find a breeder, too.

  “Danica, little runaway slave.” I run my hand up her back. “Where did you come from?”

  Her body, which had been languid from the sex, stiffens.

  “Aw, don’t ask her that, Gorde. If she lies, we’ll have to punish her, and I was just enjoying how soft and sweet she feels against my skin.”

  I tug her down between us so we can sandwich her in. “Right.” I fix her with a stern look. “We won’t accept lies.”

  “No, Master.” The answer is automatic, but I see intelligence behind her eyes. King Zander and the others who have taken human brides have already proven how greatly underestimated humans are by the rest of the galaxy.

  While they may not be as physically strong and their psyches have suffered from generations of slavery, they have untapped intelligence and talent.

  “Have you been sterilized, little human?” I lift her hair from her neck to taste her skin.