by Ivy Barrett
“And if some improbable Ventori procedure can mutate her into a life-bringer, even better,” Moxtel concluded, again thinking about the lovely human waiting in his cabin.
“And will you share this perfect life-bringer with Belton?” Ram’s brows raised in challenge.
“Of course,” Moxtel said without hesitation. “We’ve shared females for so long that it would feel strange not to have him there.” Setting his empty glass aside, Moxtel pushed to his feet. “I don’t want them to start without me. Unless there’s something else we needed to discuss, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” Ram responded but stared off across the room in contemplative silence as Moxtel left the cabin.
Moxtel’s cabin was a short distance from Ram’s, so he didn’t have long to decide how to approach Lorna. If Belton arrived before him, the choice would be taken away. Despite his reluctance to instigate his claim, Belton was her master. It was his right to decide when and how she would be used. The thought bothered Moxtel more than it should. He didn’t tend to care enough about alien females to feel possessive. But Lorna was different. Touching her, tasting her had triggered sensations and emotions Moxtel had never experienced before. He’d seen human body-slaves, even touched and tasted a few. Officers loved to show off their slaves, but seldom allowed others to fuck them, except cabin mates, of course. Lorna would be the first human to ride his cock, and he was anxious to explore her lovely body without interruption.
She was not in the main living space when Moxtel entered the cabin, so he triggered the entryway leading to the sleeping area. She stood near Belton’s bed in a solid white undershirt. Her back was to him. Without saying a word, Moxtel closed the distance between them and wrapped his arm around her waist.
She gasped and started to struggle, but anticipation rather than fear washed over his empathic receptors. Controlling her physically was no challenge at all. It was her spirit that concerned him. He trapped her arms at her sides, loving the feel of her small body writhing against his. “Who gave you permission to change clothing?” He inhaled deeply as his arousal surged, then tensed. “You’ve washed our seed away.”
“It was irritating my skin,” she argued, suddenly motionless within his embrace. “It also made me feel odd.”
“Odd?” He paused to inhale the smell of her hair and the subtler scents of her body. “Explain.”
“I wasn’t sure what was causing it, but it stopped when I washed.”
He moved his hand to her hip, drawing up the shirt until his fingers touched bare skin. “That didn’t answer my question.”
“‘Explain’ isn’t a question.”
He shifted to the side and slapped her butt through the undershirt. “Do you want another spanking? Is that the reason for your impudence?”
“I apologize.” Her tone was contrite, but her emotions didn’t match her words. He sensed desire and a hint of shame. “I felt restless and jittery like I’d taken too much antihistamine.”
“Show me this irritation.” He pushed her forward, and she instinctively put her hands on the front of the inset compartments. “Take off the shirt. You did not have permission to put it on.”
She paused as if she’d argue, then pulled the offending garment off over her head.
Moxtel stepped back, fascinated by her ivory skin and feminine shape. She was not as tall or muscular as Yashonty females, but there was a pleasing symmetry to her form. The redness from her spanking had faded, and there was no irritation or any indication at all that Belton’s seed had ever marked her rounded ass. Unable to resist the temptation, he stroked one velvety cheek and then the other. “I see no irritation.”
“That’s because I washed it off.” She glanced over her shoulder, then hid behind her strangely colored hair. Copper, gold, and brown combined into a color for which he had no word. He’d never seen anything like it.
“Face me.” With obvious reluctance, she turned around. Her arms remained at her sides, and her hair completely covered one breast while the other was unobstructed from his view. Her waist was trim, hips nicely flared, legs long and toned. There was obviously some element of physical exertion in her daily routine. Her pussy hair, which was the same reddish brown, would need to be removed as soon as possible. Other than that, he could find no fault with her physical appearance. Her attitude, however, left ample room for improvement. “We marked you for a reason. Our scent protects you from unwanted attention.”
One of her eyebrows arched, though she kept the rebellious thought to herself. Moxtel didn’t need to hear it. The subtle expression eloquently told him she hadn’t been protected from his unwanted attention.
He pushed his hand into her hair but didn’t tighten his fingers. “You are not that young.” It annoyed her when Belton mentioned her age, so Moxtel followed his example. “Why has no human male claimed you as his mate? Are you unable to bring forth life?”
“What makes you think I haven’t been claimed?”
He just stared at her for a moment. “What male would allow—”
“Do you honestly think I asked permission? Nothing is more important than freeing my sister.” She spread her arms, drawing his attention back to her naked body. “I thought that would be obvious by now.”
He analyzed her words as well as her emotions. She had not admitted to having a mate or specifically claimed she was doing this against his will. Nothing she’d said was untrue, just evasive and insolent. She was testing him, challenging his authority. “These provocations are intentional. Do you crave pain every waking hour and dream of it while you sleep?”
“Did you locate Brianne? Did the hunters admit to taking her?” she persisted.
“I might have rewarded an obedient body-slave with the information she is so determined to hear. You, my terran flame, are in desperate need of discipline.”
Her chin came up and defiance ignited in her bright blue eyes. “You can’t touch me until Belton returns. He’s my master.”
“Belton?” He closed his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. “How do you know his name?”
She averted her gaze, and he sensed a millisecond of panic before she regained control. “The female who brought my food used your names without thinking. She didn’t mean to be indiscreet. Please don’t tell her master.”
Her expression was believable, but he sensed deception. Her emotions were chaotic, so it was hard to unravel what she was feeling and why. Still, that explanation had been at least partially untrue. “You will not use either of our names until you have earned the privilege.” It was the proper way to deal with this situation, and yet he was pleased that she knew his name. He wanted to be more than an enemy allowed the comfort of her beautiful body. “To avoid confusion, you will refer to Belton as Sir and me as Master. He is as uncomfortable with the title Master as you are with slave.”
“Yes, Master.”
He heard Belton enter the cabin, so Moxtel shifted his hand to her upper arm and drew her to the open space at the foot of the beds.
Belton paused in the entryway to the bedroom, gaze moving over her naked body. “If you fucked her without me,” he said in Yashonty, “it will be the last time you ever touch her.”
“I would never betray you like that,” Moxtel stressed. Females often created conflict between males. Belton was his closest friend, blood of his blood. He would not let a body-slave compromise their friendship. Not even one as extraordinary as Lorna.
With a sigh, Belton ran one of his hands over the smooth portion of his skull. “I’m so damn ready to fuck her that I can think of nothing else. If I don’t bury myself in her pussy soon, I will go mad.”
Moxtel stubbornly hid his frown, but couldn’t help but ask, “Don’t you mean ass? You promised me first fuck in her pussy.”
“I feel savage. If I take her ass tonight, I might harm her,” Belton lamented. “I will not risk it. I’ll let you go first, as I promised. But you better make it fast.”
“I need her just as badly
,” Moxtel said. “But she must be disciplined. She washed without permission and—”
“After,” Belton insisted. “Sorry, brother, I can’t wait.”
* * *
Lorna hated it when they talked about her as if she weren’t standing there. They didn’t realize she understood their careless words, but she couldn’t decide if that made it better or worse. Either way, the graphic phrases made her anxious and unsure. She’d orgasmed after they fucked her mouth, but she still ached for real penetration.
But what would they do after they’d fucked her?
Prickly fear raced down her spine. Then the sensation changed, expanding as it reached her pelvis. Her clit tingled and her core clenched, adding to her restlessness. She kept trying to convince herself this was only a mission, that it was selfless, maybe even a touch heroic. Then why was she ready to come just thinking about all the things they might do to her? When had her desires become so dark?
“Come.” Belton took her by the hand and led her to the door next to the bathroom. She hadn’t been able to open it during her exploration, but he spoke a phrase her nano-bots didn’t translate, and the panel slid upward. “This is our training room.” He ushered her inside, with his hand at the small of her back. “I suspect we will spend a lot of time here in the next few weeks.”
Tension coiled low in her belly and her breaths came faster, making her breasts sway subtly. They are not human, her inner voice reminded. You’re a fool if you expect them to be careful or caring with you. This wasn’t a role for them or even an alternate lifestyle. They might be surrounded by advanced technology, but they were savages.
She shoved the uncertainty aside. It was much too late for regrets. They were her best chance, likely her only chance, of rescuing the other human captives. Nothing else mattered.
In the middle of the compact room stood a giant X made out of some sort of translucent polymer. The closest human comparison was a plastic St. Andrew’s cross. Rather than badgering them with questions, she simply waited for someone to explain.
“Face up or down?” Belton asked Moxtel.
“Face up.” He looked at her and smirked. “For now.”
Belton turned her around and guided her backward until she felt the cross touch her back and thighs. He lifted her arms and pressed them against the upper sections of the cross, and the seemingly rigid surface suddenly came alive. “What the hell?” She gasped and wiggled as it conformed to every curve and angle of her shape. “How is it doing that?”
The strange substance molded to her arms and legs, her back and shoulders, but she didn’t feel it against the curve of her ass. Of course. How could she be punished if her butt was encased in living plastic? They might be focused on fucking right now, but she knew they wouldn’t forget about her misbehavior.
Belton said, “Secure my slave,” and the morphing device flowed over her arms and legs. Then it encircled her waist and upper chest. She jerked and gasped, but Belton lightly touched her face. “The more you struggle, the firmer it will restrain you.”
For a moment, she stood there, shocked and motionless, then instinct took over, and she arched and twisted, tossing her head and crying out in frustration and alarm.
Moxtel took her face between his hands. “Look at me.”
She had never felt so helpless, so out of control. And her emotions were already raw from everything that had happened. Slowly, she focused on Moxtel.
“Calm down,” his deep voice snapped with authority, cutting through her near hysteria. “Stop struggling and the pressure will ease. It exerts only enough pressure to restrain you.”
She stopped fighting, but she couldn’t stop shaking. “I’m trying,” she whispered, shocked by her surging emotions.
Moxtel’s purple gaze searched hers for a moment, then he bent and covered her mouth with his. She tensed at the unexpected kiss, but his lips were soft, and she desperately needed reassurance. Parting her lips, she concentrated on the sensual slide of his mouth. His tongue teased its way inside, and she moaned.
“Your mouth tastes nearly as good as your pussy,” he whispered then kissed her again, the exchange deep and consuming.
Warm hands covered her breasts, squeezed gently then slid down her body. Moxtel was still holding her face, so it had to be Belton. The sensation came and went as his fingers slid over the restraints then back onto bare skin. “If you want her first, get on with it,” he said in Yashonty. “I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.”
With obvious reluctance, Moxtel moved to her side and tilted the restraint system back. When she was parallel with the floor, they each took one leg and bent her knees. She managed not to struggle, but it felt so strange as if she were floating in midair. They rotated her legs outward, opening her even wider, displaying her pussy and ass. When she tried to move, the polymer seemed completely rigid, so how were they positioning her so easily?
Her head was supported without being restrained. Her breasts, like her ass cheeks, were surrounded yet available for their fingers or mouths. Moxtel made adjustments to the angle of her torso as well as the height of her entire body. Could they literally position her any way they chose, face down with her ass in the air, completely upside down? The possibilities intrigued, yet terrified her. And all the while she would be completely immobilized, theirs to enjoy as they wished.
Moxtel stood on one side of her motionless body, Belton on the other. Having her bound and helpless clearly excited them as much as it unnerved her.
“I know you’ve been studying their anatomy,” Belton said quietly in their language, his gaze fixed between her legs. “Quickly explain what you’ve learned.”
She didn’t understand Belton’s concern. He’d made her come just as hard as Moxtel. Still, she was curious about the differences between Yashonty and human anatomy. Besides, she wasn’t supposed to understand what they were saying.
“All Yashonty females need to come is fullness and motion,” Moxtel explained in the same hushed, conspiratorial tone. “Human females are more of a challenge.”
“You keep touching a spot at the top of her slit. I saw her rubbing it too.”
Moxtel grinned and parted her folds. “This is her clitoris or clit. Many human females will not come at all unless it is stimulated.”
Obviously fascinated, Belton touched the puffy little nub, rubbing back and forth, then lightly pinching it. Lorna’s hips jerked and she gasped. His gaze flew to her face. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” Moxtel said firmly before she could reply. “The clit is sensitive but more durable than you might think. You can suck on it. Even spank it, though not nearly as hard as you spank her ass.”
The corners of Belton’s mouth lifted right along with his hand.
Lorna tensed, bracing for the pain, and Belton didn’t disappoint. He swatted her pussy several times, watching her reaction. She cried out with each burst of sensation, but couldn’t twist away. She lay there exposed and helpless, with no choice but to take it.
Moxtel watched as Belton explored her reactions and responses. Her pussy grew wet, her clit throbbing painfully long before Belton stopped. His gaze narrowed and gleamed, revealing a darkness she’d never seen before. Causing her pain fed something inside him, something barely contained and ravenous. He raised his hand higher as if he’d spank her harder, but Moxtel caught his wrist.
“Don’t leave her so sore we can’t fuck her.” Moxtel’s tone was light, his expression almost playful, but she sensed the unspoken warning. Belton had been about to cross a line Moxtel would not allow. “I like licking and sucking until they’re desperate for cock.” Moxtel moved between her legs as he spoke. “Then I give it to them fast and hard.”
Belton looked doubtful. “I know you’ve touched and tasted other humans, but I thought this was the first time you’d fucked one.”
“It is.” Holding her open with his fingers, Moxtel paused to demonstrate his technique. He traced her slit with his tongue, then gave her clit a slow suck. “U
nless you count the simulators.”
Belton chuckled, and Moxtel went back to driving her insane. He licked and sucked until Lorna was gasping and panting. Her need had been simmering all day, so it didn’t take long, and she was teetering on the brink of orgasm. As if sensing how close she was, his mouth suddenly pulled away.
“Master, please,” she cried out as the climax ebbed. She needed fast and hard, not more teasing.
He did it again and again, waiting until she screamed with frustration before pushing the tip of his cock into her sopping wet entrance.
Lorna moaned. He’d felt big in her mouth, but this was worse—or was it better? Her pussy walls stretched to the point of pain, and he was just barely inside her.
“There’s no way she ever fucked a Ventori,” Moxtel growled as he pushed another inch into her. “She’s too damn tight.”
“Maybe I should go first,” Belton suggested, but he was watching her body stretch around his cousin’s thick cock.
“Too late.”
Without further warning, Moxtel shoved the rest of his length into her snug passage. She cried out and closed her eyes. Stretch turned into burn for one searing instant, then all she felt was overwhelming fullness.
A finger covered her clit and rubbed in a circular motion. She thought it was Moxtel, but when she opened her eyes, she found Belton staring down at her, his hand resting low on her belly, middle finger buried between her folds. “You belong to us now. Your body must accept Yashonty cocks.” He was a damn fast learner. With a steady rhythm, his fingertip helped her accept the harsh invasion and relax as Moxtel began to move.
“Come,” Moxtel ordered. “I want to feel your cunt squeezing my cock.”
She wanted that too, so she started to close her eyes and lose herself in the moment.
“No.” Belton stopped her. “Look at us. Know who touches you, who fucks you. Surrender to your alien masters.”
Reality melded with fantasy. How often had she closed her eyes and pretended she was on a Ventori ship, being ruthlessly used by lonely defenders who hadn’t touched a female in years. Moxtel and Belton were even more exotic, and they hadn’t harmed her yet. Her core softened, yielded, taking Moxtel’s cock deeper and allowing him to move faster.