Alien Refuge

by Tracy St. John

  Little Iris, you are enslaving me with every passing moment, he thought.

  He sighed and went back to mouthing her breasts. He set his rough tongue against her nipple first, licking all around it, whipping against it, making it red and hard and swollen. Then he did the same with the other one, working the flesh until it was engorged to his satisfaction. While he enjoyed Iris’ flesh, she moaned and shuddered under the attention.

  Time to step it up, Ospar decided. He sucked as much of one breast as he could fit into his mouth, letting his teeth scrape her tender flesh. Iris cried out in reaction and thrust forward, as if to make him take more.

  Ospar withdrew, sucking hard on her breast as he released her. At the end, he nipped the jutting point to make her cry out again. Her aroma was a drowning sweetness all around him.

  Her other breast received the same treatment. Iris’ every breath ended in a whimper and the Dramok felt the gallop of her pulse against his tongue.

  Ospar loosened his grip on Iris, letting her slide down his body to her feet. Her knees buckled as she landed, sending her tumbling backwards. Jol and Rivek were there to catch her, and she blinked up at them as if she’d forgotten they were in the room. Perhaps she had. Her eyes had that glazed, dreamy look again.

  Ospar let his clanmates support her as he tugged her boots off. Then he peeled her pants away, taking her panties with them. Her sweet, hairless pussy was there, wetness glistening from the darker pink of her slit.

  The Dramok tossed the last of her clothing aside. Then he cupped her mound, feeling how slippery, how hot she was. Held up by Jol and Rivek, Iris groaned at his touch and writhed against his rubbing fingers.

  “Who does this belong to, Iris?” he asked.

  “You, my Dramok,” she panted.

  “What do we call it?”

  Her breath caught for an instant, and Iris started to shake her head. Ospar narrowed his eyes at her.

  “It’s my pussy, my Dramok,” she choked.

  “Whose pussy?”

  Iris answered quicker this time. “Your pussy, my Dramok,” she said.

  “Very good.”

  She lit up at his approval, and Ospar was glad he hadn’t called her on her mistake or hesitation. Right now, Iris needed more encouragement than correction.

  “We are going to push more limits, my Matara,” he told her. “You will be restrained again. Do you trust us to pleasure you and not bring you harm?”

  No pause this time, though her eyes widened again. “Yes, my Dramok.”

  “Good girl.” Ospar nodded to the other two men.

  They lifted Iris into the sling hammock. It had been made for a much larger Kalquorian body, but they were able to arrange Iris so that her hips came to the edge of its surface, right over the padded bench.

  Standing to one side of the hammock, Jol held his hand out to Iris, palm up. “Your wrists, my lovely.”

  Iris licked her lips and slowly complied. The Nobek’s fingers curled around her arms and pulled them back and up. He secured her hands together in a soft cuff that was tethered to the wall behind her, stretching her arms over her head. The position made her back arch a little, which forced her breasts up.

  Meanwhile, Ospar and Rivek busied themselves binding her legs. Her ankles went into more soft cuffs which were attached to tethers high up on the walls on either side, spreading her legs up and wide open.

  Ospar looked Iris over, enjoying the sight of her bound and exposed for his pleasure. She was back to looking uncertain, but her juices flowed copiously. The vulnerability made her apprehensive and excited.

  “Beautiful,” the Dramok breathed. “Perfection.”

  Jol and Rivek stepped back, giving him sole access to their newest clanmate. He settled on the padded bench, delighting in the vision of his woman laid out before him. Ospar sighed.

  The time had come to demonstrate to Iris just how dominating he was. She would be tormented to their mutual enjoyment, suffering with pleasure until she screamed. He would suffer right along with her too. His cocks were already heavy and aching with the need to empty into her.

  But not before she knew what it was to give herself utterly.

  Ospar slid a finger along the outer lips of Iris’ splayed sex, spreading her honey all over the trembling flesh. Her trembles grew to quakes as his touch neared her exposed clitoris. He drew a slow circle around the erect nub. Iris jerked against her bonds, but she could not escape his touch.

  He decided he would take her to the brink immediately. His finger and thumb captured the swelling nub so gorgeously displayed. He rubbed it with quick strokes. The demanding friction had her writhing helplessly right away. Her skin flushed a lovely coral pink, and her sex bloomed a deep scarlet. Her round, soft belly trembled with tiny quakes. Yes, she was closing in fast. Ospar bent to her sex, inhaling her musk with pleasure. He flicked his tongue over the very tip of her exposed clit.

  Iris jerked and yelled. Ospar watched her entrance clench in a tiny spasm. She was almost there. He dragged his tongue across her clit and sat back, releasing his hold on her.

  A harsh cry erupted from his beloved’s throat. Her entire body strained, right on the cusp of orgasm. And then the tension slowly ebbed, leaving her sobbing and fighting her bonds.

  “Why – why did you stop?” she wailed, her blue eyes bright with tears. “I was right there, Ospar!”

  “I know. I don’t believe I gave you permission to speak, my Matara.” Ospar’s tone was unbending steel. “You may apologize for disobeying me.”

  Iris gasped and stared at him. There was an instant of anger peeking from her expression. At the same time, her pussy clenched just enough for him to spy the movement. Oh, he had her. She might not realize it yet, but he most certainly was in his lovely mate’s head.

  Her lower lip trembled, and the momentary fury disappeared. In a small voice, she said, “I am sorry, my Dramok.”

  He nodded, as if he was calm and in control of his own rampaging needs. “Very well. But if you disobey me again, I will have to punish you.”

  Iris swallowed. “Yes, my Dramok.”

  He patted her thigh with affection. Then he asked her, “Do you remember the lesson from last time? How I will grant you pleasure if and when I wish?”

  She drew a deep, shuddering breath. “Yes, my Dramok.”

  “That is how it will always be between us. Do you understand?”

  That flash of anger again. Ospar fought not to smile. She was so spirited, his Iris. It was part of what had made him love her so quickly.

  The look faded. “Yes, my Dramok,” she answered, but Ospar was quite sure she was only agreeing to placate him for now. Something told him Iris would challenge him at a later time. He looked forward to that.

  But for now, he wanted to resume their play, play that would culminate in their great mutual pleasure. His grin returned. “Good girl,” he said.

  Ospar looked to the cart of shelves next to him. He selected an anal stretcher, an inflatable rod that would ready Iris for penetration. Then he bent forward, licking along one side of her clit. She jerked with a cry. Another lick, on the other side of the straining nubbin. Iris fought to writhe, her tethers keeping her in place.

  Ospar used his fingers to spread her slick pussy as far open as he could. Ancestors, she was soaking wet from need. His cock throbbed insistently, wanting entrance into her warmth. Instead, he slid the slim stretcher rod inside.

  Iris groaned in reaction. Her sex clenched at the device, no wider than two of Ospar’s fingers. He moved it in and out, slowly fucking her with it. He slid his tongue over her clit. She went rigid all over, her breath coming in sobbing gasps.

  The Dramok continued the erotic assault, listening to Iris’ strengthening cries, gauging carefully when she might be closing in on release. When he thought climax was imminent, he sat up, slipping the stretcher from her pussy.

  Iris wailed from the denial, but she did not speak. Her eyes did all that for her, staring at Ospar, imploring him to fi
nish the deed.

  Instead, he pressed the tip of the stretcher to her anus. Well coated with her juices, it entered her with ease. Ospar pushed it all the way in to its base, where a rubber tube ran from the stretcher to a pump bulb. He squeezed the bulb several times, inflating the stretcher until Iris’ face tightened in a slight wince.

  The Dramok left it for the moment, returning to the delectable pussy open for his use. He entered it with two fingers, pumping Iris’ inner softness good and hard, watching as she began that eager climb towards ecstasy once again. His thumb occasionally rubbed her engorged clit. She was starting to reward his efforts with little screams. There were sobs as well, as if she knew he would not allow her to come once more. She was right. As soon as her sex began the telltale squeezes that betrayed her body’s readiness, Ospar withdrew his fingers.

  He pumped more air into the stretcher, spreading her rear entry. He was glad to see how close her body was to being ready for him, because he would soon spill whether he was inside her or not. His trousers were painfully tight.

  Iris’ hitching sobs slowed, indicating to the Dramok she was ready for one more round. Just a little more torment, if she could behave herself.

  His fingers slipped inside her quivering pussy, and Ospar looked her in the eye, pretending he didn’t feel as desperate as she looked. “You do not come without my permission, my Matara. Do you understand?”

  Iris wailed in aroused misery. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes. Yet she somehow managed to answer, “Yes, my Dramok.”

  Ospar didn’t know if she could hold back or not. He didn’t know if he could either, but they were all about to find out. He leaned over and seized her clit in his mouth.

  * * * *

  Iris’ fingernails bit into her palms as Ospar strengthened his sensual attack on her. The thing he’d put up her butt made her feel deliciously full. His fingers pumped in and out, fucking her hard and steadily. Her pussy was swollen with need, making the fit tight. And his mouth ... oh, his wicked, wonderful mouth...

  She felt the pull of him sucking her sensitive clit in deep. His rough velvet tongue rubbed all over it, making thought impossible. The darts of feeling had grown to near seizures of throbbing, almost as painful as it was ecstatic. She opened her mouth and screamed, desperate to release the burgeoning pressure that threatened to blow her wide open.

  Her guts knotted tight, edging towards that moment when everything would break apart, finally relieving her of the brutal tension. But there was that quietly demanding voice in her head, repeating the order, You do not come without my permission.

  Her very being protested vehemently. Who was Ospar to order her not climax?

  He is your Dramok, a small voice whispered. As if that was all the reason she needed. Somehow it was, because she fought the rising tide of orgasm that would soon sweep her away. It clawed at her, trying to wrest control of her body from her and Ospar, demanding she disobey, even at the cost of disappointing him.

  No. She couldn’t do that. She didn’t know why that was so, but she did not want to let her Dramok down.

  Cold sweat broke out over Iris’ body. She screamed again between clenched teeth as the ravaging pleasure tried to snatch dominion away from her. She fought to please Ospar even as he battled to make her fail.

  His face rose from her tormented flesh, those piercing eyes assessing her as if they could see all the way into her soul. Iris wept, wanting to beg him for mercy, knowing she couldn’t because he’d told her not to speak.

  Ospar smiled at her, as if knowing exactly what was in her head. He sat back, withdrawing first his fingers from her sex, then the thing that filled her ass. He stood, and Iris saw how his cocks strained against the crotch of his trousers.

  Watching her, not speaking, the Dramok opened the seam of his pants. His erections sprang free. He was so big and thick, his cocks darkly flushed and gleaming with lubrication. A tear of pre-cum glistened at the tip of the larger one.

  “You see what you do to me?” he asked her, slowly stroking the primary cock. “Looking at you, wide open and waiting for my use. You drive a man insane with need, my Iris.”

  She whimpered, not daring to speak for fear he’d punish her by walking away. She ached for him to take her. If he didn’t, she would be the one to go insane.

  “All right, then,” Ospar whispered. “You’ve been a very good girl, and it’s time you felt my cocks inside you.”

  He stepped close, first leaning over to kiss her thoroughly, sweetly, as if he wasn’t the same cruel beast who had been making her suffer so wondrously. His cocks nudged against her, and Iris made a beseeching sound. She’d never wanted to beg a man for sex before, even though it had been good with Conrad. However, had Ospar allowed her to speak, she’d be screaming for him to fuck her.

  As gentle as the kiss was, the Dramok’s entrance was not. He shoved against her, burying himself to the hilt with one brutal thrust. Iris squalled, her body trying to decide whether to protest or welcome the invaders that were now inside her swollen environs.

  Ospar gave her no time to sort out the warring sensations. His hands closed over her hips, and he took her hard and fast. Iris shrieked as pleasure and pain descended in equal parts.

  Realization that she had no choice but to take the strong thrusts, that she couldn’t escape or make Ospar stop decided Iris’ overloaded senses. Abruptly she was on the cusp of orgasm, ready to descend into the gorgeous frenzy of sexual exaltation. She shrieked as she was forced to hold back, unable to fall into that welcoming chasm without her Dramok’s consent.

  Thankfully, he was finally done with torturing her. As he shoved deep into her, sending spears of ecstasy through the heavier heat searing her loins, he reached between her legs, pinching her clit.

  “Come, my Matara,” he groaned. “Come for me now.”

  Fire swept through her sex. From there it swept throughout her body, even into her fingertips and toes. Iris screamed with anguished delight as every cell of her being ignited in raw, molten bliss.

  As the seizures slowed, Ospar groaned. His head fell back and every tendon stood out on his body. His cocks jerked inside her, releasing thick spasms of seed.

  The Dramok stretched his body over hers as his body relaxed. He kissed her lingeringly before slowly withdrawing.

  Iris sighed, though effervescent sparkles streamed through her as the friction of Ospar’s cocks sliding out sparked fresh arousal. She couldn’t believe her body would be capable of more ecstasy after the cataclysmic orgasm she’d just had.

  Then one of the figures standing in the far corner moved, and Iris’ breath caught. Jol stepped forward, naked and fiercely erect, his eyes dark as night as he closed in on her.

  * * * *

  Jol had found it necessary to slide a cockring over his primary member while Ospar teased Iris. The scene of his Dramok with his Matara had nearly undone him. Never had he seen anything so erotic. Rivek was also affected to judge from the Imdiko’s conscious, measured breathing and his clenched fists. Yet, when Ospar stepped away from Iris, Rivek had nodded Jol forward.

  Now the Nobek approached the splayed figure of his Matara, the sexual scents of her and Ospar mingling. His secondary cock jerked in response to the luscious aroma and sight, trying to spill its heat through his larger prick. He felt the animal part of himself attempting to take hold, and he pushed the primitive beast back. It wasn’t easy given the way Iris looked at him, lust mixed with a aphrodisiacal twinge of fear. Jol wouldn’t allow the urge to take her with fierce abandon rule him. He wanted to enjoy his new mate as Ospar had. Making love to this woman was not something to be rushed.

  Ospar had given him time to consider what he would do to Iris once the Nobek had his opportunity. Now Jol stood over Iris’ helpless body, enjoying the rush of anticipation that sent another jolt to his cocks. By the ancestors, she was gorgeous with her hair tousled, her fair body soft and trembling, and her sex weeping honey. Her screams of completion had been lovelier than the finest m
usical composition ever played.

  I must make her happy as well. I must make her glad every day that I am her Nobek.

  He sat down on the bench between her legs. He gave in to one compulsion immediately, leaning forward to kiss her pussy deeply as he might her mouth. She quaked at the intimate, passionate touch, crying out with renewed ardor.

  Jol relinquished the caress with reluctance. Only the eagerness of what would come next could part his lips from the soft petals of Iris’ womanhood.

  He turned to the shelves of toys and tools. He knew exactly where his favorite implements were, and he found the nipple clamps with ease. The tension on them was adjustable, allowing for varying levels of pressure.

  Jol set out four. He also found two slender links of metal chain that attached to rings on the clamps. He connected the clamps to the chains and stood again.

  He leaned forward, his eyes staring into Iris’. She watched him come closer, her eyes widening, her lips parted as her breath came faster. He wondered what it was in his expression that made her look that way. Was it the expectant eagerness he felt? The excitement of having her so very vulnerable to his whims? The savage need making his cocks ache?

  Jol kept his gaze steady on her as he opened his mouth, descending to take possession of her breast. Its softness almost seemed to melt against his tongue, except for the tightening nub. He swirled his tongue around that stiffened pebble, making it as rigid as possible. Iris’ eyelids fluttered as she responded to the sensation. Very nice.

  He released the swollen bit. Moving quickly, he placed one of the tiny, padded clamps around the rosy tip, letting it pinch the flesh in a gentle vise grip. Iris flinched only slightly.

  Still watching her carefully, Jol tightened the tension of the clamp. Iris gasped and hissed breath back out. The Nobek eased the tightness off just a touch before turning to the other nipple.

  Again, he sucked and licked until the other tip was as erect as the first. The clamp was applied, tightened until she reacted the way he wanted. The chain between the two was slack, and Jol adjusted it until it stretched taut between her breasts. He ran his finger over the chain, and Iris made a high, whining sound in response.