Enslaved for Their Use

by Ivy Barrett

Tingling heat spread across her ass and lower back. His seed burned, but the fire wasn’t painful. It sank into her flesh and amplified the ache in her pussy to the point of desperation. She cried out, shaken and afraid of her body’s bizarre reaction. “Please! Oh, please. I need...” A pathetic sob swallowed the shameful admission. She would not beg for alien cock!

  “Humans often crave penetration, even after they come,” Moxtel told Belton. “How fast can you get hard again? She needs your cock.”

  Belton stumbled to the side, shaking his head as he righted his pants. “That felt too damn good. It will take me a while.”

  “May I?”

  The entire conversation took place in Yashonty, of course. Neither thought to ask her permission. Not that she would have refused. She had never ached this badly in her life. But she was a slave, a vessel meant to pleasure them, to satisfy their desires regardless of her opinions or feelings.

  Belton’s gaze narrowed dangerously. “Did you plan this?”

  Moxtel raised both hands, but his innocent expression wasn’t quite believable. “She is yours, brother. Say the word, and I will never touch her again.”

  Brother? But he’d referred to Belton as cousin. She could barely think through the fire in her blood. She needed sex and needed it now!

  Scrubbing his lower face with one hand, Belton motioned toward her with the other. “If she needs cock, give her yours. Watching her pussy stretch around a Yashonty for the first time should fire me up again. Then I’ll break in her ass.”

  She tensed, barely fighting back a gasp. A bit of her frenzy faded, driven off by ripples of fear. She’d indulged some pretty dark fantasies for years, but that’s all they were—fantasies. These two could use her body in any way they liked. The reality of her utter helplessness terrified her. But in the middle of that fear was a flicker of intrigue. She was curious and turned on.

  Moxtel pulled her off the end of the table, then bent her over it again. He pulled out his cock as he kicked her feet apart. She gripped the table and closed her eyes, bracing for the coming onslaught. He wouldn’t be gentle, and he wouldn’t stop no matter how loudly she screamed. Her heart thundered in her chest and white noise filled her ears.

  Suddenly the whirring swish of the door halted Moxtel’s actions. Lorna released a shuddering breath and opened her eyes. What was going on? Regardless of the reason, she was elated by the minor reprieve.

  Unless the intruder joined the party.

  “Sir, we were interrogating the female.” Despite his assertion, Belton sounded guilty as hell.

  Had they been breaking the rules by fucking her? And more important, was this newcomer Ram or just another officer? Lorna straightened and crossed her arms over her breasts as she slowly turned around.

  Moxtel stepped back and refastened his pants. “First fuck is always yours if you want it.” He didn’t sound happy about the possibility. Still, the hateful concept indicated an ultimate authority. Or at least someone with more power than either of these two.

  Please, God let this be Ram. And let him refuse ‘first fuck.’

  “I’m aware of my rights, Moxtel. Are you sure this is the right female? I thought Celeste had blonde hair.” Like the other two, the newcomer spoke their native language, and acted as if she weren’t standing there naked with Belton’s cum drying on her ass.

  “Did he just say something about my sister?” she asked in Ventori. “It sounded like he said Celeste.” He didn’t look significantly different than the other two. His features were more refined than Belton’s, and he didn’t appear quite as arrogant as Moxtel. Still, the cunning gleam in his lavender eyes made him appear even more dangerous.

  The newcomer looked at Belton with a smirk. “You kidnapped the wrong sister?” Before Belton could respond, he turned to Moxtel. “You told me you were going to execute the mission. Why did you delegate something this important?”

  He sounded pissed, so Lorna didn’t interrupt, though it was torture to remain silent. She was certain this was Ram. She was in the same room as the rebel leader. She could not let this opportunity slip away, even if it earned her harsh punishment.

  “You asked me to analyze the data from the probe,” Moxtel reminded. “I thought that was more important.”

  His tone and posture lacked the deference Belton had shown, more evidence that Moxtel held a higher rank. But how much higher?

  Rather than react to Moxtel’s reply, Ram finally looked at her. “Why is your sister stalking me?” he asked in Ventori.

  Nudity didn’t usually bother her and Ram didn’t seem interested in her sexually. Still, his inherent power made her feel vulnerable. “Our younger sister was kidnapped six days ago.” Not knowing how long he’d indulge her, she rushed on, “Her name is Brianne. Will you please release her? We have resources, and we’re desperate to get her back.”

  His gaze swept the length of her body as he said, “It looked as if two of my officers were about to enjoy your ‘resources.’”

  She ignored the provocation and remained focused on her mission. “Are you holding Brianne? Are you willing to negotiate for her release? We have wealth and influence. We’re willing to do anything within our power to get her back.”

  He chuckled. “Obviously.” Rather than allowing her to respond, he looked at Moxtel but continued to speak in Ventori. “Ask the hunters if they have Brianne. If they do, inform me immediately.” Then he turned to Belton. “You’re next on the officer rotation. Do you intend to claim this female?”

  “I do,” Belton said without hesitation, but guilt sparked deep in his eyes.

  Ram nodded once, then inhaled deeply. “You’ve already marked her, so take her to your cabin and continue this on your own time. You’re both on duty. Get back to work!”

  Lorna’s heart missed a beat as Ram left the room. She might be a step or two closer to finding Brianne, but in the meantime, she would be a body-slave of two aggressive aliens.

  Chapter Two

  Belton stood in front of the human female, his gaze boring into hers. “What is your name? I’d prefer not to call you slave.”

  Her eyes narrowed at the word. Clearly, she hated being reminded she was a slave. Many newly captured females did. He thought she’d object. Instead, she said, “Lorna. Lorna Mortenson.” She stressed the second name as if he should recognize it, or she hoped he would care enough to investigate. She’d told Ram her family had wealth and influence. It would be wise to find out if she spoke truthfully.

  “Lorna Mortenson, I claim you as my body-slave.” He stated the words firmly, leaving no room for misunderstanding or argument. He swore he would never do this, never force upon another the fate he had suffered for three long years. But rules were rules. If he did not claim her, she would be claimed by the next officer on the rotation, and he could not allow that to happen. As soon as he touched her, he knew he would never let her go. So he spoke the words, hating each syllable. “You will serve only me, comfort only me. Your body belongs to me, and I will use it whenever and however I desire. In return, I will protect and provide for you. You will not be harmed or mistreated as long as you obey. Do you understand your situation?”

  “Yes, Sir, but may I ask a question?” Her delicate features revealed nothing, yet challenge burned in her sky-blue eyes.

  “Insolence will be punished, so choose your words carefully.” Her taste lingered on his tongue, and he could still feel the firm grip of her slick pussy around his fingers. Despite fully emptying his balls, his cock was hardening all over again. She licked her lips and lowered her gaze. All he could think about was seeing those soft lips wrapped around his cock as he pumped his cum down her throat. He wanted to fuck her over and over until his seed dripped from all three of her holes and no one would dare touch her but him. Well, him and Moxtel.

  “If I’m to serve only you, why did you tell him that he could fuck me?” She nodded toward Moxtel.

  “Magister Lark is blood of my blood. Our fathers were brothers, so we share a cabin,�
�� Belton told her.

  “And everything else,” Moxtel stressed, his amusement as obvious as the bulge in the front of his pants. Belton might have released his seed, but Moxtel was still burning.

  “Body-slaves are frequently shared by cabin mates, just like Ventori pods.” Belton was still learning about human customs, but he knew much about the arrogant Ventori. The Protectorate strutted about extolling their might and courage, yet when it came time to obliterate an enemy, they chose to negotiate. Such cowardice was unthinkable to the Yashonty.

  She glanced at Moxtel, then back at him. “I’m to obey you both?”

  “You will comfort Moxtel because it pleases me to offer comfort to my cousin and to watch as he uses your lovely body.”

  “In other words, he can take away that comfort at any time if I make him angry enough.” Moxtel sounded less than amused. It had been a long time since anyone other than Ram had any sort of power over him. He’d grown accustomed to the freedom.

  She was silent for a moment, her expression hard to read. Her arms crossed over her breasts, an impulse she would no longer be allowed once the rules were established. Her supple body belonged to them now. She must earn the right to cover herself in any way. “Will it please you to share me with anyone else?” she finally asked.

  The dread in her voice surprised Belton. “Humans have only one sexual partner their entire lives?”

  “The lucky ones do.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, and she avoided his gaze.

  He couldn’t explain his need to reassure her, but he found himself saying, “At the moment it is not my intention to share you with anyone else, but it is my right should I change my mind.” Until she learned to trust him, he would protect her with fear. The more she misbehaved, the more Moxtel would punish her and Moxtel could be savage when pushed.

  “I understand, Sir.” She sounded resigned, yet far from pleased.

  “My balls ache so damn bad,” Moxtel said in urgent Yashonty. “Can I fuck her before we take her to our cabin? I’ll make it fast.”

  Annoyed by his persistence, Belton shook his head. “You heard Ram. We must wait until our shift ends.”

  “Bastard,” Moxtel grumbled, rubbing the front of his uniform pants. “At least let me have her mouth. I’m so fucking hard it will be over in seconds.”

  Lorna watched them silently, doubtlessly trying to guess what they were saying. Belton’s cock ached too, but he wasn’t quite ready to relent. She was his. He should be the first to fuck her. But he had given Moxtel permission to find his comfort. It was rude to rescind the offer now. “Quickly enjoy her mouth, but come on her tits. We really do need to move her.”

  Dread and a strange sort of hunger ignited in Lorna’s expressive eyes as Belton opened his pants and pushed them to mid-thigh. “You will stroke my cock while Moxtel fucks your mouth and then we will switch. You will swallow my cum while Moxtel coats those pretty breasts with his seed. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She lowered her gaze, then slowly sank to her knees. She was already so obedient, yet her submission felt... artificial. When would he see a flare of the spirit so obvious in her eyes?

  “Open your legs,” Moxtel ordered. “Your masters should be able to see your pussy at all times.”

  Moxtel loved rules. It gave him lots of reasons to punish females who forgot or were too distracted to follow them. Belton was less regimented. He only punished a female when it was absolutely necessary, largely because the punishments he enjoyed were so severe. No female was able to endure them regularly.

  Taking her by the wrist, Belton guided her hand to his cock and curled her fingers around his shaft. She hesitated for only a moment, then ran her hand up and down his entire length.

  Moxtel turned her head and brushed his tip against her lips. “Open like a good girl. Suck me nice and hard.”

  She quickly licked her lips, then opened her mouth. Belton saw no hesitation in her movements, and already the scent of her arousal was rising in the air. Had she been trained as a pleasure slave, or were these actions instinctual? Her hand continued to pump Belton’s shaft, but he watched her lips stretch wide as Moxtel drove himself inside. Belton was longer than his cousin, but Moxtel was thicker. Belton had never seen a human male, but it was his understanding that any Yashonty would seem large to human females.

  Lorna’s eyes widened as she struggled to accommodate Moxtel’s girth. Wait until they worked themselves into her soft pink cunt, or better yet her tight little ass. She would gasp, maybe even scream, as they carefully reshaped her human body to provide comfort for her Yashonty masters. The savage thought sent a surge of lust through Belton and pre-cum leaked from his tip. He slid her hand over his crown, smearing her pale skin with his juices.

  Covering her hand with both of his, Belton fucked her fingers. It felt nice, stimulating, but he really wanted her mouth. Moxtel held her head between his hands and rocked his hips faster. His eyes were closed, head thrown back as he reveled in the pleasure.

  “Don’t you dare come in her mouth,” Belton growled. “All of her holes will know my cum before they know yours.”

  Moxtel opened his eyes and glared, without interrupting the rhythm of his hips. “You said I could fuck her pussy first, and you’d take her ass.”

  He had promised, and Moxtel was of his blood as well as his commanding officer. “Fine, but pull out now. I need that sweet mouth.”

  With a muttered curse, Moxtel drew out and pushed her face toward Belton. “She needs training. Her lips are soft, her tongue agile, but it’s obvious she’s not used to swallowing cock.”

  “I’ll be happy to let you teach her, just not right now.” Belton brushed her hair back from her flushed face and gazed deep into her eyes. So blue and filled with conflict, her gaze locked with his as he slowly filled her mouth. “Tighten your lips and use your tongue. I do not want to feel your teeth.”

  She nodded and did as she was told.

  Belton fucked her mouth slowly at first, savoring the slick heat of her lips and the wet swirl of her tongue. She looked up at him, eyes slightly narrowed, head tilted back. He suddenly wondered what she was thinking and how this made her feel. Did she enjoy giving comfort, or was she only allowing this in the hopes that they would help free her sister? The thought was strange, disconcerting. He’d never wondered such things before. Alien females could not bring forth life, so they were only good for comfort. He had not initiated the stipulation. It was simply the way the universe worked.

  Forcing aside the strange tangent, he focused on the pleasure he found in her mouth. She seemed relaxed and accepting, so Belton pushed deeper. She gagged and struggled until he pulled back into her mouth. Moxtel was right. She needed to be trained.

  Rather than reach for her hand, Moxtel pumped himself as he watched Belton fuck her mouth. They both enjoyed seeing the other’s comfort and had long since grown used to being watched. Moxtel’s motion sped, and he began to pant. Bending to one knee, he reached between her thighs with his free hand and groaned even louder. The reaction was easy to understand. Lorna’s pussy was silky and welcoming. Even with his cock in her mouth, Belton longed for that tight wet passage.

  Moments later Moxtel’s seed burst from his cock in pale blue ribbons, crisscrossing her breasts and belly. He shuddered and growled, squeezing and tugging until every drop had been expelled.

  “Damn, that’s pretty.” After tucking his cock back inside his pants, Moxtel refastened the seam, then scooped up his cum and covered her nipples, first one and then the other.

  She gasped around Belton’s cock and twisted, but he couldn’t tell if she was trying to avoid Moxtel’s teasing fingers or if she was begging for more. Belton had heard that human females reacted strongly to Yashonty cum, but this was the first time he’d seen the effects. Her back arched and she rocked her hips as if she were straddling a male’s hips.

  Moxtel slipped his hand between her thighs again and played with her pussy. Lorna moaned and wiggled as Moxtel did something
Belton couldn’t quite see. She jerked and shivered, then began to roll her hips.

  “Ride my fingers,” Moxtel ordered. “Let me feel you come.”

  Belton glanced down and saw her rubbing herself while she impaled herself on Moxtel’s fingers. What was she doing? He didn’t understand, but the frenzied motion and her obvious need pushed Belton over the edge. He thrust to the back of her mouth and released the first few jets of cum down her throat. Then he pulled back, so the rest spilled across her tongue. He wanted his taste in her mouth for hours, wanted his smell on her breath as he filled her cunt for the first time. She swallowed and licked, obediently taking every drop he released. By the time he pulled out of her mouth and righted his uniform, Belton was sated, almost sleepy. He had never come this hard or often with any comfort-giver. Was he susceptible to human females, or was Lorna special in some way?

  Despite Moxtel’s recent release, he wasn’t finished with their captive. He urged her to her back and spread her legs wide. Then he stabbed his fingers into her pussy. “I said come!”

  “I’m trying,” she cried, obviously frustrated by her inability to obey.

  Moxtel’s gaze narrowed, and he carefully worked a third finger into her snug little pussy. She moaned and closed her eyes, then raised her arms overhead. Curious about the instinct, Belton knelt beside her and grabbed her wrists, pushing her hands firmly against the floor.

  She tugged against his hold, obviously testing his control over her. Then she arched her back, drawing his attention to her breasts and her pink nipples. Easily reading the signals, Belton shifted her wrists into one hand and slapped her breast, then pinched her nipple. She cried out, driving her hips up and taking Moxtel’s fingers deep into her cunt.

  “You’re right, Mox. We’ve got ourselves a little pain slut.” Belton spanked her breasts while his cousin finger-fucked her hard. If her cunt was half as wet as it sounded, she loved this. Her breasts shook and her pale skin reddened, so he focused on her nipples. He rolled the tips, pulling and pinching until they were flushed and tightly peaked.