His chuckle against my ear made me shiver. “I’ve chosen well, unless all women on your planet are such seductresses. Do you know, I left a meeting to come to your side? To bury myself in your body again, and again. The cybellus is supposed to work on the females only, but it seems to have made me need you even when I should be elsewhere.”
Again, I didn’t respond. He didn’t seem to need my words right now.
“Or is it something else? What have you done to me, human?” With a sudden change of mood, he seemed no longer relaxed, playful, but fierce. His fingers bit into my hip, and he rolled me onto my stomach, sending the cover to the floor at the same time. “Hold your ass cheeks apart that I may see where I will conquer next.”
I gulped. “Oh I don’t think…”
“Are you again refusing me?” A sharp slap set my bottom on fire. “Perhaps my pleasure will be what has to wait if I must discipline you first.”
And no doubt that would make things worse. If he had to delay what he wanted to do to address my behavior. I gripped my bottom cheeks and opened them.
“Wider.”
I did, feeling more exposed than ever before. “Like this?”
“It will do.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me onto my knees. “Keep it nice and high for me.”
With my hands occupied, my head lay on the bed, my ass up in the air. He moved between my knees, pushing them outward. My heart thudded in my throat. He could do anything. He owned me.
“I must inspect all that is mine.” When he circled my anus, that ownership became clearer. “And I will take it all, make no mistake.” He slid his hand forward, and when it returned to my vulnerable rear hole, the finger that worked to enter was slippery with my juices. “Relax, and this will hurt less.”
Relax? When his long digit penetrated to one knuckle, then the next. I tried to remember what his hands looked like. Did they have the same number of knuckles as humans? Then it didn’t matter because the second finger was stretching me impossibly wide. “Please…”
“Since you’ve asked so nicely.” The third finger made me scream. But he only continued on, driving them deep and then retreating, over and over again. “Shhh. You’ll take them because you’ll have less damage later.”
Damage? He was going to cause damage? I whimpered, in pain but riding something else, too. Something I didn’t want to examine too closely.
“Shh,” he soothed. “Good girl. Just another moment. He pulled completely free, and I breathed a sigh of relief that was cut off by another cry when a cold, slippery blunt head replaced his fingers. “Push back, take it all the way.”
I wanted to shout at him to stop, that it hurt too much, that my ass was on fire, burning all the way into my body. But if I did, he’d only add punishment to the session, so I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.
He inserted the device a bit at a time until I was sure it must come all the way into my throat. How big was it? “There.” He gave a bottom slap, but it didn’t hurt. Or maybe my ass hurt so much, I couldn’t tell.
“Can you take it out now?” I asked, hopefully.
“Oh no. But perhaps I can distract you from the discomfort.”
I heard a click and then something happened inside. My shriek echoed in the small chamber. “What did you…? Oh god!”
“Do you like my surprise?” The thing in my ass had opened and, from what I could identify, sent out individual ends like the ones on his cock. Moving through my body, vibrating and twitching, and then…and then he plunged into my pussy and my entire lower body lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Nooo…” He had to stop or I’d die, but then the orgasms started, tumbling me into a darkness lit with flares of lightning, with thunder, with rolling waves of a storm at sea with…
Then it all went dark.
Chapter Ten
Dylos
The human female had bewitched me.
She’d used some kind of alien sorcery. It was the only explanation I could think of. I’d never left my command post before while on duty, never walked away from a meeting with my crew. Not when I’d been in agony from wounds I suffered in battle, not even when I’d fallen ill with the Varaxian Marasmus. I’d carried on until I collapsed and had to be carried to the medical bay.
Yet here I was, fucking her again. Like a wild tarazza who gets a whiff of a captive female ready to breed and batters down the walls of her cage to get to her. Ignoring danger and fear to bury his stiff rod in that sweet wet pussy.
I couldn’t stop myself. Driven on by her seductive cries, my lungs filled with the scent of her arousal, I poured my seed into her, one swollen cockhead after another pulsing then spurting. Mindlessly, frantically, I climaxed again and again. Each time harder, more intense than the last.
It was only after I thrust one last time, growling like a ferocious beast, then collapsed beside her, that I realized she was no longer responsive. Her eyes were closed, her body limp.
I grabbed the handle of the stimulator protruding from her bottom hole, shut the device down, then put my ear to her chest. Her heart was still beating, but the pulse was ragged and faint.
I cursed my stupidity. In my desire to give her pleasure, I’d taken the impulses too far and shocked her into arrythmia. I had only one course of action.
Pulling away, I turned up the device to maximum power and flicked it back on for a single pulse. Her body jerked wildly, then she gasped for breath and her eyes popped open.
“What…what happened?”
“Your heartbeat became erratic and you lost consciousness for a moment.”
“My…whole body is throbbing…in time with my clit,” she stammered. “It’s like I’m still coming. What did you just do to me?”
“I activated the device in your rear passage to full power and sent another pulse through your body to reset the rhythm of your heart.”
“You reset…” Her eyes wide with terror, she scooted away from me. “Holy shit! I thought the sex we’ve had was great, but I didn’t have anything to compare it with. You…you almost fucked me to death!”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” Her voice rose to a shriek. She retreated farther and yelped when the protruding end of the device in her rear portal bumped the wall. “You almost killed me with that…that thing!” She reached behind her for the handle, scrabbling frantically.
“Stop!” I grabbed both her hands.
“Get it out of me!” She fought me, thrashing wildly.
I pulled her close, trapping her arms against my chest. Wrapped my arms around her body and scissored her legs between mine so she couldn’t move. She started to cry, deep racking sobs that shook me to my core. “Sssh, it’s all right. Don’t be afraid. I’ll take it out. But you have to promise you’ll stay still. I don’t want you to accidentally set it off again.”
The tears disappeared. She froze. I turned her on her side and slid one hand between the clenched cheeks of her bottom. Then I grasped the handle of the stimulator and began working it out of her. Twisting it as I did to retract the probes.
She shuddered, and her nails dug into my chest. “Oh, God! It almost killed me, but it felt sooo good! Even having you pull it out turns me on.” Her breath caught. “Wait... Go slower.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I’d been afraid I’d damaged her permanently. With one arm holding her tight, I took my time removing the stimulator. Sliding it out then back in a little each time. Her body writhed against mine. I set her legs free, and she hooked one knee over my hip, spreading herself so I could manipulate the device more easily.
When I turned the impulse setting to “low” and slid it farther in, she moaned and ground her pussy against my groin. I twisted the device the other way, just enough to release a single probe. She let out a little cry and rocked back, seating it deeper inside.
My cockheads swelled and began burrowing toward her wet heat. But I forced myself to take it slow and easy.
She tilted her head up and nuz
zled me, lips tracing a path from the hollow of my neck up to my ear. I ramped the stimulator up another notch, releasing a second probe, then rolled her on top of me. She squealed when two of my heads trapped her swollen clit between them, stroking it, while the other three worked their way sinuously into her pussy.
Thank the gods I’d come already and come hard. Otherwise, I’d never have managed to stay in control when she planted her knees on either side of my body and rose up over me.
“Fuck me again,” she demanded. “Fuck me good.”
“Oh, I will,” I said. “Right after I punish you.”
Ignoring her squeal of protest, I pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Engaging the force field, I arranged her arms over her head. “I think you’ve forgotten the rules,” I said as I spread her legs apart.
“A proper mate does not order a male to do anything. You may ask me nicely…” As I spoke, I lifted her heels in the air, and pinned her in that position. “And I may or may not grant your request, depending on how well you’ve obeyed me.”
Reaching between her legs, I took hold of the stimulator handle. “You seem to think you’re in charge now. Telling me to go slow. Ordering me to fuck you good.” I slid the device farther up her rear passage, and she moaned. “I am your Master. I alone decide when you’ll have pleasure—or pain.” I pressed a button on the handle. Her body jerked against the invisible restraints, and she squealed as a burst of lubrication shot out of one of the probes, bathing the walls of her back channel in slick, wet heat.
I strapped the handle of the stimulator to her inner thigh and programmed it to release and retract its probes at random intervals. Sensors would keep her at maximum arousal level, without allowing her to achieve climax.
She cried out, tossing her head from side to side, grabbing fistfuls of the sheet as the probes began wending their way into her ass. “No, please, God no! Don’t leave me like this. I need to come!”
“You will come—when I want you to.”
She looked so delectable. Pussy dripping, legs up in the air, hips wiggling as the probes spurted jets of hot, slick liquid then breached her tight little hole and disappeared up her ass one after another.
But I had work to do. Finding a new home for our race was equally as important as breeding. And that’s all this is, I reminded myself. Just another job to do.
I dressed quickly and almost ran back to the bridge, knowing if I didn’t get out of there soon, I’d fall victim to her spell again. Ravishing my little human had become addictive.
Chapter Eleven
Trina
He’d nearly killed me. And I hadn’t especially cared. I remembered reading about some scientific studies where rats, or some other animal, were somehow provided with the means of pressing one bar for an electronically caused orgasm or another for food. They had almost without exception pushed the orgasm bar to the point of starvation.
Was that what I’d become?
I lay in the bunk, with nothing else to do, and nowhere to go. I wouldn’t mind a tour of the ship. Were any of the other women around? Were they doing okay? Despite everything, I knew I’d been fortunate to be chosen by my master. The others might not have been so fortunate. If I asked, would he take me to them, just to chat, maybe try to focus on something other than the hunger he’d awakened in me? I’d gone my entire life with so little interest in sex and now…
And when had I last eaten, anyway? I wasn’t especially hungry—maybe like the rats I’d choose sex until I starved—but I’d lost all sense of time and that worried me much more. I still wasn’t sure how long I’d been in that basement much less any idea of how time passed in this ship. Would I ever have a schedule again? Everything “normal” was gone from my life.
I’d become obsessed with the admiral, with my master, and that also terrified me. I cuddled down in his bunk, lost in thought, sailing through space, farther and farther from home, trying to figure out if up was down or when to eat…or sleep. And mostly waiting for him to come back to me. Because I had no other function than being his. What if I never got pregnant? Would he want me? Or what if I did? Did I want to?
A sudden lurch slammed me free of my ruminations, and I clutched at the covers as if they could protect me, but when the ship tilted and the wall became the floor, I slid shrieking to land in a crumpled heap. The wall, as smooth as the floor unless you knew how to operate it, offered no more handholds than the bed had, and as the ship tilted again, I went with it. landing on the ceiling/now floor. What the heck was going on?
Dizziness took over as the flips became a slow spin and had me rolling back and forth, now just covering my head with my arms in hopes of not hitting it and cracking my skull. If the ship was out of control, were we all going to die? And how bad was it that the only thing that seemed to matter was seeing the admiral again before I did?
I squeezed my eyes closed and prayed to any and all gods who might be in charge of me, this ship, the aliens who manned it…and the Universe. I’d come too far, been through too much to die like this. But then, the spin switched directions, and as I left the floor entirely, I flung my hands out to keep from hitting the walls because I didn’t have the ability to fly.
“Trrena?”
I turned in a circle, around and around, my eyes now open, but saw only topsy-turvy walls, the bed on the ceiling, the covers on the “floor” that had been the ceiling.
“Treeena!” Someone grasped my shoulder and shook me. “Wake up.”
And I opened my eyes to find his pale purple face staring down at me. Over his shoulder was the ceiling, where it belonged. Past him, the walls all in place, their deceptively smooth surfaces concealing all the electronics—if that was the right term. And the door to the passage still open.
“I…I dreamed.” My mouth was so dry, the words emerged slurred by my tongue sticking to my teeth. “Can I have a drink?”
He stepped away then faced me again, holding a cup with a long, bendable straw that he held to my lips. “Drink.”
The liquid was not water, exactly, a little thicker, but it flowed down my throat and eased the dryness remarkably. “Oh that’s so much better.” I pushed to sit up, but Dylos, after placing the container on a shelf over the bunk, settled beside me and tugged me into his lap.
“What did you dream, Trreenna?” he asked, stroking my hair as I rested against his broad chest.
“I dreamed the ship was tilting and everything was all upside down and spinning, and I was floating. It was very strange.”
Dylos rested his chin on my head and released a deep sigh. “That was not entirely a dream.”
I struggled to get free, alarmed. “It wasn’t? Is something wrong?” We were in deep space, at least I thought we were, my lack of knowledge again coming to the forefront. All we had between us and cold death were the walls of the vessel and its life support systems.
He tugged me back to him, shushing and petting as if I were a frightened cat. Despite myself, I succumbed to his spell, a sense of well-being surrounding me. “Nothing is wrong. Not now. We made a course correction, is all, toward Gamma Librae. We have received intelligence that our enemy has established a presence there.”
“Is it always like that when you change course? All the flipping and spinning?” If so, they were far less advanced than I had believed.
“No, of course not.” He gave a sniff, and I wondered if I’d insulted him. “Generally, we have no such issues, and if we have any at all, we return to port for repairs.”
Oh. “And you no longer have that option, right? Since your…your planet…” It might be even worse than I thought.
“Right. But we are resourceful, and the minor issue has been corrected.” His tone brooked no further discussion of his lost planet and lack of spare parts. “We are on our way to Gamma Librae to engage the enemy.”
“Can I ask, I mean, is Gamma Librae anywhere near where you are hoping to settle?”
“No.” His stroking hand stilled, a warning surely, but I had to kn
ow.
“Then why engage them? Why not just be glad they have chosen somewhere far from you rather than risk the loss of any more of your people?” Earth had not had an outright war in two centuries. If we hated someone, we simply closed our borders to them as they did to us. Passive aggressive, maybe, but nobody died.
“Gamma Librae is the most dangerous planet we have data on. It is home to billions of virulent bacteria and viruses, any one of which could wipe out all life on a planet in one Terran week.”
I let the words sink in, as his stroking began again, the soothing, arousing touch directly counter to my thoughts. After a moment, I tilted my head back to see him. “Then how can they survive it?”
He shrugged. “They probably aren’t on the actual surface, just in orbit to harvest what they want.”
“The ultimate source for biological warfare,” I said. “That’s terrifying. Did you choose to say a Terran week so I would understand, or for some other reason?”
Dylos cupped my chin and gazed into my eyes. “Our intelligence believes they have targeted your home world. With the right choice, they can eliminate all life there with no trouble. And probably enjoy watching everything die.”
Despite the way I’d been treated, I couldn’t bear the thought of all humans dying, and animals. “Plants, too?”
“Yes, everything.” His lips were an inch from mine, his breath warm and fragrant. Spicy almost.
“Why, though? What purpose is there in making a planet completely barren? Uninhabitable?”
“Besides the entertainment value? They will select a weapon that will only be able to reproduce in Terra’s atmosphere for a short time, perhaps a few of your centuries. Then they can return and seed it with their own flora and fauna. Create a paradise of their own making.”
“How…how evil.”
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