Alien Caged

by Tracy St. John

  She’d closed her eyes again, and Zemos brought her back to her senses with a sharp tone. “You are not looking at me, precious girl. I think I will have to keep reminding you since you will not behave.”

  With that, his fingers pounded into her, harder than before. The palm of his hand landed against her clit with a loud report. Pain flared; the engorged nub had emerged from its hood and was defenseless against the slap.

  Elisa whooped in a large intake of breath as superheated sensation billowed through her pussy. The sharp splinter of agony swirled in tight with the roiling arousal already there. They joined and became one profound feeling that brought every cell of her being to exquisite life. She cried out, her channel flexing hard around Zemos’ fingers.

  His eyes widened and his jaw dropped with surprise. Then a hint of a smile curled one side of his lips up. “Oh, it’s like that, is it?” he said, his tone filling with delight. “Well then, let’s have more, shall we? Remember, if you need to stop, the word is sholt. And keep your eyes on mine.”

  With that last bit of instruction, Zemos finger fucked Elisa with brutal excellence. His fingers inside her kept the amazing friction that felt so good at a continuous burn. With every thrust into her core, his palm clapped hard against her aroused clit, treating it to pain that on its own would have been torment. Coupled with the bliss building hard and fast within her, however, it transmuted into an ecstasy that could barely be borne while maintaining sanity.

  Elisa strained against his grip, jerking under the assault. He was making her come ... the need was rising, straining towards his hand ... intense purple eyes filling her vision, coaxing her to obey him ... harder and faster now ... a tidal wave of mind-stealing bliss rising before her ... crashing down ... driving her under with its strength roaring in her ears ... drowning ... drowning...

  Elisa didn’t know how long the tides of pleasure washed through her before she emerged gasping, clawing for the surface of her senses. She became aware of the strong shoulders she clung to, helping her to escape the maelstrom. Again, Zemos’ warm palm cupped her vagina, as if to soothe it after its violent contortions. She blinked up into his smiling face.

  “Hello, little one,” he said. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

  Had she felt like jelly before? Now Elisa was made of mercury, oozing liquid that held no strength or form. She couldn’t even summon the energy to speak. She blinked up at Zemos, as helpless as a newborn kitten in his arms.

  “My girl is tired,” the Dramok observed. “I would let you sleep again except for the torment I feel now. Don’t worry though; I will tax you as little as possible. Just allow me to place you as I need and I will soon be done.”

  He rose from his perch on the edge of the desk, supporting Elisa in the crook of one arm. The other arm swept across the desk’s surface, clearing it of the items littering it. The tools and machine components clattered unheeded to the floor.

  Zemos placed Elisa upon the desk, her head and torso lying stomach-down on its top. Her legs dangled with her toes skimming the floor. She felt drained, and the sensation of the Kalquorian’s thighs moving between hers prompted a whimper.

  Big, warm hands stroked her hair and moved down to rub her shoulders. “Easy, Elisa. There is nothing for you to do. I guarantee I will not take long to find my pleasure.”

  She was sopping wet from the earlier play. When Zemos’ cock slipped inside her, it did so with great ease. The hard length of his secondary cock rubbed alongside her clit. Warmth tumbled through her sex at the friction.

  Oh no, Elisa thought. Surely she wouldn’t become aroused again?

  Then the Dramok’s front prick found her inner nest of nerves. The jolt made her slam her fists on the desk top in agonized lust. “No! No, not again!”

  “Thank the ancestors I have two more clanmates,” Zemos laughed in disbelief. “Maybe I’m too old to keep up with such a youngster.”

  Elisa groaned. “I can’t believe this. I can barely move as it is.”

  “I’ve got you, my little one. I’ll take care of you.”

  He fucked her with a steady rhythm, his groin slapping her buttocks. Elisa kept moaning and whimpering as his smaller cock massaged her clit. As her sheath convulsed around him, Zemos groaned.

  “Mother of All, I’m not going to last. Are you close, my lovely?”

  Elisa managed a sobbing sound. She was all hot, balled-up tension within her sex, and the pressure grew by the second. As the tension mounted, her feet kicked out with desperation. Zemos thrust in deep, his cock tip striking her cervix like a clapper to a bell. Every hair stood up on her body. She seized hard enough that Zemos grunted.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  He drummed hard against her, going deep. His breath was loud over her, telling Elisa he closed in on his end. She didn’t have long to think about that, not with Zemos hitting all the right spots to make her toes and fingers curl.

  They arrived at the same moment, their sexes throbbing in tandem as they realized ultimate bliss. Elisa’s pussy clutched and drew on him, milking him of every shouted expulsion.

  Zemos sighed and leaned down to cover Elisa’s body with his. His weight made her feel like she belonged. As if she’d come home after a long, hard journey.

  There was no longer any question in Elisa’s mind as to what her decision would be when Zemos asked her to clan again. She knew she would go with him, Miragin, and Oret. Her heart told her she had no choice in the matter.

  Chapter 16

  Zemos held Elisa for nearly an hour after lovemaking, making her feel warm and secure. During that time he covered her face with gentle kisses, clutched her close, rocked her, and asked every few minutes how she felt.

  He couldn’t remember ever feeling so protective of anyone, not even Miragin. He knew for a fact now that he loved this Earther woman. From the way she looked up at him, so soft with trust, Zemos dared to hope Elisa could return his adoration. Something about her sublimated his wilder Nobek tendencies, making him feel as nurturing as an Imdiko. He wished they could sit there suspended forever in this moment of sublime tenderness. Dealing with whatever may happen in the next few hours would be worthwhile just for these stolen minutes of perfection.

  It had to end however, and at last they faced the present as they must. Zemos helped Elisa dress. He put his uniform to rights. They were just finishing making themselves presentable when a hesitant knock sounded at the door.

  Zemos said, “Open,” and the door slid away to reveal Miragin on the other side. His clanmate wasted no time on niceties, immediately announcing, “Oret says we’re getting a message from the fleet.”

  Leaving the Imdiko to see after Elisa, Zemos raced over to Oret at the control console. His crew crowded around the ship’s security officer, but they parted for him to stand at Oret’s side. He noted they also let Miragin and Elisa through, though this was military business. He felt a throb of appreciation for their regard.

  Pushing personal matters aside, Zemos ordered, “Report.”

  Oret stood up straight at attention. “The signal was weak and I didn’t get a vessel identification, but it’s definitely one of ours who sent the message. They have our coordinates and are on their way to effect a rescue.”

  The crew erupted in cheers and howls of glee. Zemos did not join in because something in Oret’s expression told him all was not well, despite the welcome information. The captain signaled for quiet, and his men fell silent.

  “The bad news?”

  Oret stayed impassive. “I don’t have a timeframe for their arrival. It could be hours or days. Meanwhile, the Earthers have circumvented my block codes. I estimate the security buffers will go down and we’ll be fighting for our lives within the hour.”

  Except for Elisa’s sharp intake of breath, there was no sound following Oret’s announcement. Zemos didn’t dare look at his beloved.

  Oret kept talking. “That’s not all. The tactical officer has issued the order that when they attack us, everyone here
dies.” The Nobek looked at Elisa, and a stormy look came into his eyes. “Everyone.”

  Zemos’ jaw clenched and a spike of white-hot rage came and went. When he spoke to the crew, his voice was steady. “All right. You all know we have to hold Engineering for as long as possible. Everyone understands the plan?”

  He received nods of assent. The faces looking back at him were determined. Those who would be fighting even looked pleased. That was no surprise. Nobeks hated hiding. Stand-up battle, even if it meant certain death, was unquestionably preferable.

  “Good. First team consisting of Imdikos and those not defending this room, you know where to go.”

  Zemos shot Miragin a glance, and his Imdiko nodded. Oret had briefed him, as agreed. Only Elisa looked surprised. She alone had not been told the plan that covered the contingency that Captain Walker and his men would find a way to get past Oret’s codes.

  Zemos hated that it had been necessary to hide some things from the woman he loved. However, her loyalties were still understandably divided. Until they got Elisa off the battlecruiser, she would not be trusted with key information. She would also have less to feel guilty for later. That the Kalquorians would have to kill more of her fellow Earthers was not in question, not if they were to escape with their own lives.

  Oret addressed his fighting squads. “We will maintain watch on the Earthers’ movements. Check your weapons and be ready.”

  He received growls of assent. As the Nobek continued to direct his men, Zemos felt a light touch on his arm. He looked into Elisa’s soft brown eyes.

  “Hiding place?” she asked.

  Zemos allowed himself the luxury of brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. “We knew we’d lose control of the ship at some point if help couldn’t get to us quick enough. Once your people have retaken the vessel, our objective will be to stay alive until someone from the Empire reaches us. You’ll be kept as safe as I can manage, my love.”

  Miragin guided her away with a comforting smile so that Zemos could get back to readying for the coming fight. The captain watched for a moment as Elisa curved into the Imdiko’s arm around her, somehow looking both comforted and frightened. Zemos swallowed the pang of concern he felt for her.

  By the ancestors, he only wanted her to get through this alive and unharmed.

  * * * *

  Robards came into Joseph’s quarters with a huge grin eating up his face. He saluted and told the captain and Chase, “I’m in. I can take down the security buffer the alien bastards put up any time now. We are ready to strike at this very moment.”

  Joseph’s stomach churned as he thought of Elisa, huddled helpless with the Kalquorians, waiting to die. He managed to keep his trepidation to himself, instead fixing the tactical officer with a withering look.

  “Excellent work, Robards. So why haven’t you taken them down?”

  Robards’ smile faltered. He looked at Chase.

  The first officer addressed Joseph. “He awaits your orders, Captain.”

  Joseph didn’t let his surprise show that they continued to obey protocol though they had taken over command. Instead he maintained his sarcastic veneer. “I’m so glad I’m still allowed to issue some. I don’t suppose I’d be permitted to join the fight?”

  The captain had only one mission left to him: he would try to save Elisa. His hope was to somehow fight his way through and rescue her from both the Kalquorian and Earther crews. If he got that far, he’d try to get her to a shuttle so they could escape the battlecruiser.

  Joseph knew it was a fool’s errand. In the end, he and Elisa would most likely be killed. That no longer mattered in the grand scheme of things. The young captain knew his most vulnerable crewmember was essentially dead anyway, and he had few illusions about his own survival under the command of Chase and Robards. With nothing left to lose, Joseph could at least try to help Elisa and redeem himself. He had to, if only to assuage some small part of his guilty conscience.

  The look Chase and Robards exchanged told Joseph they wouldn’t go for him joining the attack party. However, they surprised him yet again.

  Robards’ smile returned. “I’d be delighted to have you with us, Captain. I’m sure the crew would also be encouraged to see their commanding officer fighting at their sides.”

  The agreement was so unexpected that Joseph stood silent for several seconds. At last he realized he would get his opportunity. He also realized they expected him to die in the assault. The only question was by whose hands.

  The realization they planned to make a martyr of him gave Joseph little pause. With real pleasure he told them, “Nothing would make me happier than to stand with my fellow Earthers. Mr. Chase, you will be ready to get everything back on line as soon as we regain control of Engineering?”

  Chase snapped a nod. “Yes sir. I’ll be right here, awaiting your good news, Captain.”

  He nodded to Robards. The tactical officer returned the blaster he had taken from Joseph. The captain was aware of how carefully they watched him as he checked the weapon’s power levels and holstered it.

  Joseph looked at Robards. “Shall we?”

  Robards snapped another crisp salute, his face beaming like a bridegroom on his honeymoon night. “Yes sir.” He spoke into his portable com unit. “Tactical Officer Robards to Security Lieutenant Adams.”

  The deep voice of Robards’ second issued from the small rectangular device. “I’m reading you, sir.”

  “Bring the security buffer down on my mark. Engage the Kalquorians immediately. Captain Walker and I will be joining you as soon as we can get there.”

  “Acknowledged, sir.” After a few moments of silence, Adams spoke again. “We are ready and standing by, sir.”

  “Acknowledged. Buffer down in three – two – one – mark.”

  Robards hooked his com back on his belt and nodded to Walker. “The attack has commenced, Captain.”

  Joseph’s voice sounded distant to his own ears. “Let’s you and I take out some alien ass, Lieutenant Commander.”

  Chase called after them as they hurried out the door. “Good luck, gentlemen.”

  Their boots thudded down the corridor as Joseph and Robards ran to join the battle. In his head, the captain urged, Elisa, stay down.

  * * * *

  Elisa was standing next to Miragin when a huge volley of percussion blaster fire split the air in the corridor outside the main engineering room. She instinctively reached for the Imdiko. He moved without hesitation; he grabbed her and held her close to his body as if to shield her from harm. Elisa didn’t miss how Zemos and Oret automatically checked on the two of them before bending back to their computers.

  As armed Nobeks took up defensive positions, Oret confirmed their worst fears. He called to Zemos, “Buffer shields are down, and I’m locked out of security functions now.”

  The men guarding the two doorways that led into the room yelled in their barking language. Oret added his own orders from time to time as the fighting got louder and closer. He and Zemos kept their eyes on their computer vids, their grim faces telling Elisa things were not going well for the escapees. She didn’t have to understand their language to know they were in big trouble.

  After less than two minutes of this, Oret’s gaze shot to her. For a bare moment his set expression softened. He then looked to Zemos, but spoke in English, no doubt for her benefit. “I think we’ve worn out our welcome, Captain.”

  Zemos continued to watch his readouts. “So I see. Your men are holding them back quite well, however. We’ll keep control of Engineering for as long as possible.”

  “At this point, even seconds count,” the Nobek agreed. “However, I think you should take Elisa, Miragin, and the non-combat crew to the hiding place now. There’s no sense in leaving that for the last moment.”

  Elisa pulled loose from Miragin to confront Oret. She stood at the Nobek’s side, but she had to yell to be heard over the growing din. “You’re going too, aren’t you? You can’t stay behind!”


  The fingers of one hand continued to fly over his computer console, but Oret reached out to brush a caress against her cheek. “I must fight alongside my men, my lovely. Every moment we gain here brings our fleet closer and increases the chance that you and the rest of my clan will be saved.”

  She stared up at him. Now that Elisa knew her place was with these men, she couldn’t fathom being parted from any of them. “You promised you would keep me safe. You have to come too to do that.”

  Oret stopped the work he was doing. He turned to face her, and his smile glowed despite the blasting and screaming outside the room. “So I did. I am glad you wish to keep me close. I swear to you, I will follow as soon as I can.”

  Zemos also left the computer console to stand at Oret’s side. He grasped his clanmate’s shoulder and squeezed it. “Fight well. If possible, stay alive, my Nobek.”

  They exchanged a long, intense look. In that instant, Elisa saw the regard they held for each other. The respect. The love.

  Oret dipped his head in a quick nod. “So that I may continue to protect my clan, I will. For honor and Empire, I will do all I must. Go, my Dramok. There isn’t much time.”

  Zemos slapped him on the back and moved forward. The captain pushed Miragin and Elisa before him.

  The Imdiko was as reluctant to move as Elisa. Resisting Zemos enough to slow their progress, Miragin looked over the bigger man’s shoulder to the still-watching Oret. “My Nobek...”

  Oret winked at him and smiled again. A look of misery filled Miragin’s face, but he nodded. He stopped pressing against Zemos and turned away.

  Elisa wasn’t about to give up so easily. “How can you leave him? Zemos—”

  Zemos gathered her to his chest while simultaneously hurrying them away from Oret. His voice as gentle as shouting would allow it to be, he said, “This is what he does, Elisa. He fights for our lives and our safety, even though it puts him in danger. It will damage his soul to not do so, and that is worse than physical death to a Nobek.”