I became aware of a shallow, round cup held to my lips. What was in it? I…I was so thirsty.
“It’s okay. Drink and feel calm.”
“Is it drugged?” More tears spilled down my face.
“Just a soothing tea.”
“I don’t want to go to sleep, I can’t dream anymore.”
“Shh.” He bumped the rim against my mouth again, and I parted my lips and let the cool fluid flow down my throat.
Almost minty, with a floral undertone, the tea wet my parched throat, and I grasped for the cup and tipped it back more until it was empty. “More, please...Master.” Because I was remembering now, the details of my current imprisonment.
“You bruised me head to foot in your frenzy. I am starting to think you’re more trouble than you’re worth, even as a breeder.”
Ouch. A breeder. But if that was the way he thought of me, why did he hold me cradled in his lap, cuddled close to his muscular chest? Why had he not left me bound to the table, or put me back there when my flying fists and feet struck him?
Why had he not struck me back?
“I’m sorry, Master.” I didn’t know why I said that. What did I have to apologize for? It was not my fault I was hurtling through the galaxy—was it even the same galaxy?—on my way to who the hell knew where.
He stood and settled me in the chair. “Rest. I will get you more tea. Later, I will show you how to use the beverage distributor yourself.” He set the empty cup on a table beside the chair. “But for now, we have other priorities.”
I didn’t want to ask what those were and, for once, held my peace while he turned away from me and faced a section of wall that looked no different from any other part. When he faced me again, he held a new cup, almost a bowl, but the scent of the tea drifted toward me, and I breathed it in.
“No more than this. If you still thirst, you may have water.” He handed me the drink and stood over me while I sipped it.
Lifting my eyes up and up until I met his, I asked, “It really is drugged, isn’t it?” My tense muscles were relaxing, and my worries seemed farther away. I couldn’t even hold on to the sense of betrayal that tugged at my mind at his lie. It seemed unimportant, somehow.
He shook his head and returned to the wall, coming back with another cup, the fragrance intensifying. “No, Trrr-eena.” He took a deep draught. “It’s just calming, natural herbs.”
“How do you have herbs here on the ship?” Now, I knew he was lying…but I still didn’t care that much. Damn tea. I took another sip, though. It was the first time I’d not been on the edge of panic in recent memory. Maybe instead of protesting, I should mainline the stuff.
“We grow them, along with other things we need.”
“How…?” I knew nothing, less than nothing about space travel. But since it had become my way of life, at least until I could figure out a way to get home, I’d better learn.
“Well, I am not an agricultural expert, but I can take you to the chamber where they grow and show you. Would you like that?”
I nodded, tipping back the cup to sample the dregs and eying his drink with longing. “Yes, please, Master.”
“You cannot have mine, little one.” To make sure, he finished the tea and showed me the empty before setting both cups next to my first one. “You need to be awake for the breeding.”
The breeding. “I wish you’d quit calling it that.”
He was even more purple than before, when he’d been touching me and abruptly stopped. A distant part of my brain wondered what other colors he could turn, but the closer parts were focused on the bulge in his groin, growing, and moving. Why, all of a sudden, wasn’t I repelled by such an alien thing?
“What would you have me call it, then?” he asked.
Good point. “Call it nothing. Master. My free will has been stolen. I have been kidnapped, tortured, and sold. Just do what you will.”
He bent and scooped me into his arms then straightened. “It is my duty to produce young for my people.”
Duty. My rape and involuntary pregnancy was not even something he wanted to do. He had to do it. When the tea wore off, I was going to have to figure out how insulted I should feel. “Well, don’t let me stop you, then.”
“I won’t.”
When he lifted me and carried me to a bunk set into the wall, his warmth, even through his uniform, heated my cold skin, and I snuggled closer with a little shiver. “Can you at least turn the heat up in here? Do I have to be half frozen to bear your young?” They would be youngsicles. A giggle spilled from my lips at the thought.
My captor paused, wrestling me into one arm long enough to press his palm to the wall. “No. You don’t.”
Did he have no sense of humor? Lucky he was hot!
What was I thinking? The air in the room warmed by several degrees, and I let out a long sigh of relief.
Which choked off as he laid me on a bunk cunningly built into the wall and began to strip.
Chapter Eight
Dylos
Her eyes were huge, focused directly on my groin. It had been a long time since any female watched me undress with such rapt attention. Perhaps it went to my head—or heads—because I took much longer than usual, deliberately drawing out the process. I stripped with care, trying to make my moves as tantalizing and erotic as those of a high-class courtesan, egged on all the while by the sight of her pink tongue running over her slightly parted lips as she watched.
The tea I’d given her had a mildly calming effect on our people. But Trreena reacted as though she’d imbibed a highly intoxicating beverage, one that made her forget not only her night terrors but her fear of me as well as all her inhibitions.
She gasped when I finally let my pants drop, freeing my cockheads. “Wow! They all move in different directions!”
I glanced down at my rigid shaft with its five appendages at the end, now bluish-purple with pent-up need and writhing sinuously. “Yes, they do.”
“Um…can I…can I touch one? Master?” She glanced up at me on the last word. If she’d been an Arythian female, I’d have sworn there was a naughty gleam in her eyes.
“Yes, you may.” I stepped closer, close enough she could stretch out her hand. She leaned forward.
Gods! Her soft fingertips grazed one of the sensitive heads. I felt a jolt of raw lust rocket through me, a savage sensation I hadn’t felt since I was a young man.
“It’s smooth and sleek but so hard underneath!”
My cockhead surged forward, stroking the inside of her palm. Her fingers closed around it, and I groaned.
“Do you like this?” She ran the pad of her thumb around the head, making slow circles.
“Yes, very much,” I said through clenched teeth. My nostrils flared as I caught the scent of her arousal, stronger than ever. It was all I could do not to toss her on her back and ram myself balls deep inside her dripping wet pussy. But I was intrigued at her transformation from a frightened captive to a budding temptress, and I didn’t want to drive her into her shell.
“This is what you did to me—except on my clit,” she murmured, still massaging. “I liked it very much, too,” she added.
“Clit? Is that what you call your little jewel?”
She smiled dreamily. “Little jewel. I like that name for it better.” Taking another head in her hand, she slid her fingers down to where it met the shaft, and giggled. “So many to play with!” Her fingers roamed. Stroking, cupping, lightly squeezing.
“Careful, little one!” I warned. “You might get more than you bargained for.”
“Oooh, I hope so! I got more from you than I bargained for when you licked me. Maybe I should lick you!” She glanced up at me again, and this time there was no mistaking the wicked gleam in her eyes. “But which one?”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, brought her head down. “All of them,” I growled. “And you’d better do a good job.”
“Or you’ll punish me again? Stick your finger up my ass like you did before? I’ve
never had anybody do that to me.” Her voice dropped to a throaty whisper. “I liked it. Very much. Master.”
“You’re definitely getting punished tonight.” My cockheads lunged toward her pink lips. “But for now, stop talking and start licking.”
I thought her fingertips were soft, but when her tongue lapped at the nearest head, I couldn’t hold back a guttural cry. Though her technique was unschooled, what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. She licked and sucked, sometimes on a single head, sometimes taking one in each hand and flicking her tongue back and forth over them, then tracing a pulsing vein all the way down the length of my rod.
I’d always been master, but I discovered that allowing a female to do as she pleased to my manhood brought a new thrill to the act. I took it as long as I could, quivering with the effort it took to stand unmoving while her hot wet tongue and tiny fingers danced over the rigid shaft and throbbing heads.
Finally, I could bear it no longer. I pulled her head away. “Lie back. And do. Not. Move.”
She giggled again. “Are you going to punish me now?”
I clapped a hand over her mouth, and her eyes widened. “Oh, yes, I’m going to punish you. But first, I’m going to fuck you long and hard. And the next time you make a sound it better be to beg me to do it.”
I bent my head and drew a nipple into my mouth. Sucking then nipping with my teeth. She gasped, writhing beneath me. I grabbed both her hands, drew them above her head, and pinned them there with the force field. Then I got onto the bed, nudged her legs apart, and knelt between them.
“You said you liked it when I licked you. Here…and here…and here.” I ran my tongue lazily along her dripping folds, up to the tiny jewel she called a clit.
She shuddered. “Yes, Master.”
I reared back, flipped her body on its side, and gave her bottom a stern whack. “What did I say? The only words I want to hear are you begging me to fuck you.”
She moaned but didn’t speak. Laying her body down again, I spread her legs and fastened my mouth over her jewel, determined to wring a breathless plea from her. I flicked my tongue over it then sucked the tiny bud.
She cried out, bucking her hips up and thrashing beneath me.
“I told you not to move. You’ll be punished for that. Later.” The stern tone in my voice seemed to get her even hotter. I ran my tongue over her jewel again and followed up my threat with a finger teasing the tight pucker of her rear portal at the same time.
Her response drove my need to new heights. Every sound she uttered, every shudder that racked her body, made me want to turn those muffled cries into full-throated screams of passion. I felt like a randy lad bedding a female for the first time. When I slid a finger into her pussy, her muscles clamped around it. My cockheads swelled, as though they were already enveloped in her tight wet heat.
I worked a second finger in, stroking her inner walls. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her body tense beneath me, ready to explode. But this time, there’d be no gratification. I wanted her aching, frantic with need. I backed off, and she moaned.
“Oh, god, don’t stop! Please, Master…”
“Say it,” I ordered.
She whimpered, and I drove my fingers in, sucking hard on her jewel, then pulled away again. She tossed her head from side to side, panting wildly. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her cheeks and lips flushed a bright red.
“Look at me,” I ordered. Her blue eyes popped open, the deep, rich color of anderite, deepened by a haze of lust. “Say it. Beg me.”
“Oh yes, please! Please, fuck me, Master. Fuck me now!”
I locked my gaze with hers and moved up over her body. My cockheads surged toward the heat, twisting their way through her tight entrance one at a time, then undulating in every direction, stroking and pulsing inside her. She screamed then, a cry of wild abandon, and shut her eyes again. Those velvet muscles contracted around me, wringing a harsh groan from deep within my chest.
“Oh, Master, I can feel them inside me—throbbing and twisting every which way at once! Dear god, is this what fucking is like?”
I was ready to erupt, but I’d been holding back by sheer will, wanting to make sure she was ready. “No, Trr-eena, this is what fucking is like. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see you come.” I rammed myself inside her, my cockheads pistoning.
She screamed again, a long drawn-out keening sound, and her pussy spasmed around me in rhythmic contractions. I tensed then roared as my cockheads began pulsing, one after another. Her eyes locked with mine. No longer glazed but hot and hungry and wild.
To my astonishment her powerful muscles kept on spasming, wringing every last drop of cum from my loins. I erupted in an agony of bliss.
I stared into my little human’s eyes as she shuddered and shattered in my arms. Watching that savage hunger turn to sheer rapture. Watching every trace of fear and wariness disappear as she allowed herself to trust. Opened herself to accept the ultimate ecstasy. Opened to me, body and soul—and in that instant, made me her captive.
Chapter Nine
Trina
And then he was gone, called away to meet with the captain on the bridge about something or other. Moments after pouring his cum into me, after driving me mad with those alien cockheads that reached deeper than I’d ever expected to find any man. But that was the whole point about the alien cockheads, wasn’t it? He wasn’t a man. And hadn’t stuck around for afterglow. In that way, he was like the men my friends dated. Always putting work first.
I lay in his bed, tucked under a blanket woven of some threads as light as air yet as warm as toast, drifting in the dimly lit space. For the first time since being shanghaied aboard this vessel and into the clutches of my master, I was relaxed. A concept even more alien than he was.
I ached in all the right places, at least I assumed they were. My lack of experience gave me little to compare it to. But I did know enough to understand that human penises were shaped more like an old-fashioned rocket ship than Medusa’s latest hairstyle.
Women at home had no idea what they were missing.
Curling up around the flat pillow that smelled like my lover, master, owner, I considered my situation. He’d told me he needed me to bear his “young.” I slid my hand under the blanket and laid my palm on my stomach. I had failed to replace my long-term birth control implant when it came due last year. All girls got them at maturity, and I had, but since I had zero lovers on my horizon, I saw no harm in letting it lapse.
Was I pregnant now?
And if so, would I bear a regular baby…a larvae? Images of squirmy crawly things flooded my brain before I shoved them aside. If we were able to procreate together, and since the only differences between us I’d noticed were that of color—man was he purple when he plunged into me—and his multi-headed pleasure parts, I had at least a fair chance of having a baby my body could handle, and also my brain.
I’d expected more pain, really, for my first time, and there had been an initial jab, but as the various heads worked their way so deep into me, the pain was quickly lost in surge after surge of pleasure. My friends talked about the elusive G-spot, but was it possible to have more than one? Because I’d swear every one of those tips found their way to one. A shudder ran over me as an echo of my climax tightened my core.
I’d waited forever to cross that line, to take a lover, and, in the end, the choice had been taken from me. I searched for the resentment, the anger I should probably be feeling about that, but all I found was contentment and a desire to relive the experience, maybe even do it again? That tea…it must have done something to my mind.
Yet, when my eyes drifted closed, it was his strong features that followed me into drowsiness. Along with a feeling of belonging…which made no sense at all.
Would I be like a wife to him? Or the slave I had been sent to be?
I probably shouldn’t care, having been thrust into a life in which I had no say…yet the teenage girl in me, who apparently had never e
ntirely grown up, immediately sent a picture of a white wedding into my sleepy mind.
And my dreams.
Sometime later, the bed dipped beside me, and I surfaced enough to be aware of his form next to mine in the narrow space. He reached out and tugged me even closer, spooned against my back, one big hand cupping my breast. He stroked the nipple with his thumb, and that easy, that quick, I flared into desire, pressing my bottom toward him without even intending to. What was happening to me?
“So responsive,” he crooned, nipping my earlobe and sending a jolt through me.
I bit my lip, unsure how to respond or if any was even necessary.
His palm glided downward, over my belly to press against my mound. “Shall we see if you’re ready for another breeding?”
I jerked at the word. Breeding? All the fantasies and dreams, no doubt the result of the tipsiness caused by his tea, were gone, and the anger and fear returned. “Never,” I blurted.
“Never…” His fingers trailed between my legs, gliding easily in the betraying wetness there. “But your body tells me something else.” He pinched my clit between two fingers and squeezed, released. “Would you deny it weeps with want for me?”
The egotistical bastard. But just that simple touch reignited a desire I could not fight, and when he inserted a leg between mine, I offered no further protest.
“Good girl,” he told me, and I couldn’t even summon the necessary ire at being talked to like a pet. “I will of course have to punish you for saying no to me, but I think that can wait.”
For what, I wanted to ask, even as a little thrill ran over my skin at the thought of a punishment, a shiver of fear as well confirming lack of mental stability in this situation. What was he waiting for? But before I could form the sentences in my fog of desire, he slid his cock between my ass cheeks, the extensions reaching as far as my pussy, all of them in individual motion, swirling over the most sensitive parts of my body. One attached to my clit, almost like a suction cup, and I sucked in a breath and almost choked on the very air. The other ends were equally busy, stroking, sliding and awakening me to the possibilities his anatomy offered.
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