Tranis considered, his eyes flicking to the vent. Knowing his leader's moods, Degorsk asked, "What are you thinking?"
"That I'm very tired." Tranis crossed to the bed and sat on its edge. It was hard and too small for him, but he'd slept in worse circumstances. "I wouldn't mind a nap right here on this bed."
Lidon smirked. "She does seem to have voyeuristic tendencies. I found traces of her in several conduits leading to other sleeping compartments. Hair, fabric, fingerprints. She's been all over this building, spying on her companions."
"What's your opinion, Doctor?"
Degorsk grinned fit to split his face. "The real thing is much more enjoyable to look upon than drawings. Plus it will give you the rest I thought I'd have to drug you to get."
"You stay away from me with your sleep inducements. I mean it, Degorsk. I have too much to do to be drugged for hours on end," he growled. Tapping his com, Tranis said, "First Officer Simdow."
"Simdow here, Captain."
"How is our guest?"
"Quiet now, though he did object to having his clothing removed."
Lidon's eyebrow crooked. "Perhaps we can use Hamilton's repressions to our advantage when we question him."
Tranis nodded. "All right Simdow, I'm taking a nap on doctor's orders. You have command. Report to me in two hours." At Degorsk's protesting expression, Tranis repeated, "Two hours, Simdow. No more."
"Yes, Captain."
"Don't ask me for stim tabs when you're too exhausted to stand," Degorsk grouched.
"The attack fleet is waiting on us. I have to get those security codes."
"To that end," Lidon interjected, "I'm going to be on the Earth transport for a few hours. It gets in and out of that security grid; there must be something encoded. With luck, we won't need General Hamilton at all."
He left with a last glance towards the vent shaft. "Our lovely is still there," he said to Tranis as he walked out. "Give her a good show."
Degorsk chuckled. "While you tempt the sweetling, I'll be overseeing the start of the Mataras' re-education."
Tranis pulled his knee-high boots off. "Imdikos have all the fun."
Degorsk's gaze flicked momentarily to the vent. "I think you'll be having fun too. Don't forget to sleep." He left, making the door slide closed behind him.
Tranis stood and crossed the room in a single step. Positioning himself directly across from the vent opening, he slowly pulled his formsuit off.
Are you watching, Cassidy? As I undress are you thinking about all the things Lidon said, the fantasies he shared that aroused you?
Baring his chest, arms, shoulders and abdomen, Tranis paused to stretch, making his muscles ripple. He heard a soft rustle from the vent, and her scent, a musky-salty reminder of Kalquor's seaside, wafted to him. He conquered the urge to smile. She was a curious little thing.
He inspected his chiseled pectoral muscles and the double rows of bumps making up his stomach. He'd never been so aware of his own body. Running his hands over his torso, he imagined Cassidy's dainty little fingers on him, exploring him all over.
He hesitated before peeling the formsuit from his lower body. What would she think when she saw the greatest difference between Kalquorian and Earther anatomies? Would she be frightened? Repulsed? Or would it excite her to know what a man of his species could offer her pleasures no Earther could?
He pulled the formsuit down, bending over double to free his ankles of the clinging fabric. Leaving the formsuit lying on the floor, he slowly straightened, revealing his naked body to the girl in the ventilation conduit.
An intake of breath rewarded him as he stood exposed. But whether or not she liked what she saw, he couldn't guess.
He crossed the narrow space to her bed and lay down upon it. Her scent hung heavy in the linens, and he grew hard again. His calves hung over the end of the small bed, and he shifted, trying to find a comfortable position. He finally gave up and closed his eyes to wait for whatever Cassidy chose to do next.
A soft, sliding sound informed him of her cautious approach to the vent's opening. Her quick breath drawing in and out was easily audible to his sharp ears now, and Tranis imagined her looking down on him, her eyes taking in what might be her first live naked male.
His hands crept to grip his erect flesh, made more excited by the girl's voyeurism. Natural lubrication made him slick, easy to stimulate. He rubbed himself in long, deliberate strokes, squeezing the base for extra pleasurable sensation. He groaned low in his throat, taking delight in knowing she watched him. Her breathing grew louder, and the aroma of female grew heavier in the air.
The sound and smell of her arousal drove him wild, and he worked himself hard, gasping with oncoming orgasm. His gratification wasn't long in coming, and he shouted as hot juices spurted from his throbbing cock to warm his fist.
As spasms racked his groin, he thought of the sweet pale girl hiding above him, watching him succumb to the greatest pleasure known to man and not knowing she was the cause for it.
I hope you enjoyed the show, Cassidy. Very soon, you'll be a participant instead of a spectator.
* * * *
Cassidy watched the handsome alien male strain on her bed, whitish fluid pulsing from the larger of his two glistening sexes. He groaned as he gripped each of the appendages, still rubbing himself quickly.
Two sex organs! Her breath came quickly as she watched him pleasure the profane bullet-shaped flesh. The analytical part of her mind noted with almost clinical interest that the ends of his penises tapered rather than blooming in mushroom shapes like the pictures in her dirty book. But why on Earth did he have two of them?
Her hands were busy between her legs. Overcome by the vision of the naked alien, seeing his devil flesh exposed to her, her body had clamored for the sweet release he now enjoyed. Her fingers rubbed the hard pearl of her sex, and she shuddered as warmth built in her loins.
Two sexes, shaded slightly darker than the rest of his skin. One for small women, the other for larger perhaps? She couldn't imagine taking the bigger of the two, situated in front of its neighbor, into her body. And besides, if he used the massive length to breach her sex, the smaller might slip into her most taboo orifice.
Her pleasure nub sent shocks of desire through her nether regions, as if the idea of anal penetration excited her. No, it was the bliss of her touch. She'd never want such a profane, sinful act. She couldn't. Impossible.
The alien relaxed as the last pulses of bliss eased. She stared at the milky fluid on the back of his hand, slowly seeping to his carved abdomen. Only the bigger of the two penises had emitted the man's juices. Some pictures of her book had shown women taking male sex organs in their mouths. She wondered if the long-ago lovers had tasted the honey that erupted from their men.
She wondered what the Kalquorian below her tasted like.
A bolt of rapture seized her lower regions, and waves of bliss rolled through her belly. She bit back the cries fighting to escape her clenched lips as climax gripped her body. If he heard her, he might catch her. And if he caught her, he would force one or both of his thick members into her.
Another blast of ecstasy, and this time a whimper did squirm out of her throat. She shuddered in the clutch of agonized delight, her mind conjuring an image of the massive alien holding her down and taking what he wanted from her helpless body.
She didn't know how long the spasms held her prisoner. It felt like an eternity before she could gather her thoughts. The moment she regained coherence, she looked at the reclining alien's face.
His eyes were still closed, his mouth curled in a smile. Had he heard her small sounds of pleasure? Or did he simply wear the expression of a man in the aftermath of carnal delight?
She'd seen how fast the aliens moved. Lidon, despite the limp that slowed him, had come within a fraction of an inch of catching her. This man had no physical limitations that she could discern. If he suddenly lunged at the vent with that Kalquorian
quickness, even the time spent
pulling the cover free might not slow him down enough to keep him from snagging her.
Her hands slippery from her juices, she backed quietly towards the main conduit. As she moved away from her cell and the man occupying it, she thought she heard a deep chuckle.
Once she'd gained the narrow confines of the main shaft, she paused to consider. Her cache of snacks, what she'd originally dared the danger of capture for, was gone. So was her reader. She warmed to think of the aliens turning it on and discovering the last book viewed, but that bit of embarrassment faded in the face of her most pressing concern. She was hungry and thirsty, and though she knew she could survive several days without food, she couldn't trust the aliens would leave before she had to drink.
A far-off scream interrupted her thoughts as it echoed through the ventilation system. Momentarily distracted from worrying about food and water, Cassidy set off towards the end of the building where the infirmary was located.
As she crept down the long passage, she mentally ticked off the names of the aspirants' cells she passed, the wider shafts allowing light in to see by. Susan. Amy. Zaneta. Marci. Darci. Brenda.
Cassidy paused. Brenda was a depressed 14-year old girl who sent frequent messages home begging her parents to bring her back to Earth. Impossibly rich and busy with unending social engagements that sent them traveling the world, her mother and father constantly put her off. They salved their consciences by sending their lonely daughter lavish care packages filled with expensive soaps, exotic perfumes, and foods from around the planet.
Cassidy's stomach growled at the thought of Brenda's stash of provisions, jealously guarded by the forlorn girl. She shared with no one, and though other aspirants grumbled about her selfishness, Cassidy understood her motives. Given so little love, Brenda clutched desperately at every tiny crumb of her parents' regard.
Looking down the shaft towards Brenda's cell, Cassidy noticed how much of the light was blocked off. Like Cassidy, Brenda had taken to hiding her goodies in the vent.
Feeling better about her situation, Cassidy hurried down the wider shaft. She opened the first box she came to and discovered small cooling containers inside. Wishing she had more light to see by, she fumbled one open and sniffed. Something hinted softly of berries, and she cautiously licked the frozen surface of whatever she'd found.
She moaned her delight. Gelato, no doubt straight from Italy. The frozen treat was heavenly, and Cassidy lost no time in devouring the entire pint-sized container.
The worst of her hunger sated, she explored and nibbled her way to a full stomach. It was mostly sweets and salty snacks, but she didn't mind. She had no way to heat or cook food. At least she wouldn't starve trying to wait the Kalquorians out. She also found a case of fruit-flavored sparkling water, so the most important issue of hydration was covered.
As she chewed on a piece of sugar-coated Turkish delight, a woman's scream ricocheted through the ventilation system. Cassidy cringed. She'd kept hidden deep in the main shaft after the dangerous Lidon's near capture of her. She'd been too frightened to investigate what had happened to the other women.
Were the Kalquorians torturing the aspirants and sisters right now? Worse still, were the women being raped by the deviant aliens?
Fear, the need to do something to help the captive women, and morbid curiosity warred for control over Cassidy. Another desperate cry echoed through the shaft, deciding her. She had to find out if she could help the others escape. At the very least, should she be lucky enough to escape the Kalquorians' invasion, it was her duty to report everything that had happened on Europa to the authorities.
Thinking about the authorities made Cassidy wonder for the millionth time what had become of her grandfather. Her stomach churned uneasily as she wondered over his fate. She didn't want him hurt. But at the same time, he'd marooned her on Europa. He would have married her off to an old, old man, an equally unpleasant form of incarceration.
You imprisoned me. Now you're getting a taste of it. Eye for an eye and all that.
She resumed her journey to the infirmary, but as she passed another aspirant's cell, the sounds of moans and weeping froze her. Someone was in there, an Earther woman.
It was Tina's cell. Tina was Cassidy's age, a quiet redheaded beauty liked by everyone. Her voice rose in desperate supplication, the tone pleading. A deeper voice answered her in a soothing tenor.
Her heart pounding, Cassidy entered the shaft that led to the cell. Tina's words became more distinct as she crept closer.
"Don't, please don't. It's a sin."
Soft sounds followed. Another, low-voiced murmur.
"I can't. They'll execute me for this!"
The other voice faded in and out, the speaker keeping to barely above a whisper. "No one…safe, my Matara…give yourself…your desire."
"For the love of Jesus, Mohammed and Moses, I beg you."
Her ears ringing with Tina's sobs, Cassidy eased her way close enough to peer into the cell, where a scent reminiscent of cinnamon teased her nostrils.
Her eyes widened. Tina's bed had been moved to the middle of the floor, and the young woman lay naked on it. Kneeling on either side of the bed were two nude Kalquorians, each one holding her wrists pinned next to her head on her thin pillow. Muscled arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her open for a third naked alien who crouched between her legs. Their skin was startlingly dark next to Tina's, who was as pale as Cassidy with a scattering of freckles on her shoulders.
One Kalquorian, his narrow face eager, slowly licked the side of Tina's neck, cleaning the blood from two small puncture wounds. The alien on the other side, his expression tender, stroked her small round breasts, tracing the pink areolas with a fingertip. He bent to tease the hardened nipples with his tongue.
The third, his mustache and goatee lending his face a dangerous air, fondled her devil flesh. Tina's pubic hair was as shockingly red as the hair on her head. Moisture glistened on the parted rose-colored lips of her sex. Her hips rose to greet the man's touch even as she whimpered, "Please, please God, forgive me." Her breath came in harsh gasps.
The Kalquorian's finger entered Tina, and she jerked with a cry. "No forgiveness is required," he said, his voice soothing. "This is what your beautiful body was made for."
His finger slipped in and out, slick with her juices. Tina's moans filled the cell, and Cassidy's sex clenched at the sight. For one wild moment, she wished she could trade places with her friend, especially when the Kalquorian added a second thick finger to the sweet assault.
"No," Tina groaned, even as her body betrayed her. The Kalquorian playing with her breasts sucked one mound deep into his mouth. Her head lolled on the pillow, her eyes unfocused. The third Kalquorian captured her mouth with his.
"Yes Matara," the main Kalquorian said, pulling his fingers free of her wet core. He grabbed his two sex organs, pressing the tips to her orifices. Cassidy's eyes widened and her breath caught.
His hips rocked slightly, and the bullet-shaped penises pierced Tina's womanhood and anus. The turgid flesh disappeared into her little by little, the man taking his time as he defiled the helpless Earther. When the Kalquorian kissing her pulled back, Tina's mouth curled in a euphoric smile. She sighed, and the sound was pure bliss.
Only once did her obvious pleasure fade. Momentary pain brought a low wail from her lips, and the aliens murmured apologies, the two holding her prisoner soothing her with caresses and kisses. The man impaling her with his iron flesh whispered, "It is all right now, my beauty. The pain of the first time is brief and will not trouble you again."
Tina's grimace faded, and rapture again took her over. She now accepted the aliens' kisses eagerly, and her moans took on a joyful tone as the Kalquorian moved in and out of her, their flesh making wet sounds that prodded Cassidy's womb to flex with desire.
Cassidy watched it all, saw Tina's body tense just before her wild cries announced an ecstasy she could only wonder at. The Kalquorian corrupting her tensed as she bucked wildly ben
eath him, his muscles bunched and veins standing out an instant before he roared his own release, rutting hard against her slight body. When they quieted, he traded places with one of the other Kalquorians.
It happened all over again. The alien gently entered Tina, his initial movements slow and careful, gradually building to a frenzy as passion overtook him. Tina moaned and gasped, her elated expression telling Cassidy she welcomed the sin. She screamed anew as her immoral flesh betrayed her once more, her cries a bright counterpoint to the Kalquorian's howls of completion.
Then the third man took his turn despoiling the girl, with the same results. Nothing Cassidy had seen in The Kama Sutra had hinted at this tempestuous riot of flesh penetrating flesh, the wildness, the fury of the sex act. She was left stunned and aching, aroused and frightened all at once.
As the group calmed from their wicked play, Tina's morality returned. She sobbed and resisted as two of the men gathered her in their arms while the third, the last who had taken his pleasure with her, rummaged in a hard-shelled pack. He brought out a pouch, much like the military emergency food rations Cassidy had seen Earther troops carry. He tore it open and waved it in front of Tina's face.
He said, "You will eat now."
She shook her head, struggling against her captors. Through her tears she cried, "I won't. Let me go."
The man who'd stolen her virginity nodded to his companion, holding Tina's head still to his chest. The second man brushed her red hair from her neck. His head reared back, and Cassidy shuddered to see long, thin fangs appear behind his square teeth. He darted forward, and sank the fangs in Tina's neck near the first set of puncture wounds.
Tina's high-pitched wail brought tears to Cassidy's eyes. The girl sounded lost in the abyss of Hell.
Nothing I can do. Damn it, I can't help her! God, how could You do this to us?
After a few moments, the Kalquorian released his bite. Narrow streams of blood ran down Tina's throat, and he licked the fresh punctures clean, as he had the first set.
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