Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas

by Grace Goodwin

  Panic and helplessness crashed down upon her and she sobbed. The ragged breaths only intensified the pressure on her nipples. “Stop,” she sobbed. “Please, make it stop.”

  “Pause program,” Trolyn said and the sucking faded, though the colorful holo-display remained. “The other sensations are much more intense. You need to accept what is happening and stop fighting the program. Nothing you say or do will change your fate. Your life on Earth is over.”

  “This isn’t real!” Another harsh sob shook through her. “Where am I really?”

  “The planet is called Daf Silva.” He chuckled. “Does that mean anything to you?”

  She glared at him, trying to ignore the fact that she was half-naked and restrained. “You don’t have to be an asshole about it. I’m trying to calm down.”

  Trolyn looked at the doctor and smiled. “Human females are always so feisty. No wonder they’re in such high demand.”

  Dread dropped into her stomach at his words. “Men in this star system like unwilling women?”

  “There are no ‘men’ in this star system,” the doctor said. “Only males of various species, and most are more than happy to tame a disobedient female. In fact, they welcome the challenge.”

  “There are no laws against rape?” The word was repellent, the concept utterly daunting.

  “You are property, Miss Deacon,” Trolyn stressed. “You have no rights. Whoever buys you will use you as he sees fit and you will survive longer if you not only allow it, but willingly submit.” As if to prove his point, he drew the sheet off her and let it slip to the floor. “Many pets are never clothed. You need to get used to nudity. At the moment your body belongs to me and I wish to see how well you respond to various stimulations. Dr. Laemor, continue.”

  The sucking sensation resumed and she screamed, infuriated and mortified. The life they described was unthinkable. She would not become the sexual plaything of some alien! She tugged against the restraints as tears ran down her cheeks. The men, make that males, ignored her distress and continued on with their obscene testing.

  Electric sensations darted from her over-stimulated nipples to her clit, making her squirm and moan. She would not come for these bastards. They would not force her to surrender. Biting the inside of her cheek worked for a second, but the tingle intensified. It felt like someone was circling her clit with a vibrator. But there was nothing there!

  “She’s still resisting the simulation. I believe manual tests will be more effective.”

  Trolyn’s casual words brought her head around. Manual tests? Was he going to fuck her? A fresh wave of panic crashed over her. Phantom sensations were bad enough. Was her degradation to begin right now?

  To her horror, the doctor chuckled. “You don’t need to pretend, sir. As you said, she belongs to you. It is your right to enjoy her body.”

  Trolyn moved to the foot of the bed and used a holo-control to rearrange her position. The bed, which had seemed ordinary, smoothly morphed beneath her, flowing from one shape to another as if it were made of putty. He spread her legs and bent her knees, making plenty of room for him to stand between her thighs.

  “Please don’t do this,” she cried. “Please!”

  “If you continue to resist, I’ll be forced to punish you. Your body is mine to do with as I will and you need to accept it.”

  “I will never accept that.” A ragged sigh tore from her throat, making the declaration sound desperate rather than assertive as she’d intended.

  “You are no longer on Earth. Adjust your thinking if you wish to survive.”

  She ignored the warning. “If all you’ve said is true, I’d rather be dead.” And she meant every word. Being used over and over like some powerless whore was not life. It would be a living hell.

  “Death is not an option. Any attempt to end your life will be severely punished. If you attack any of my employees, you will be punished. If you refuse to eat, you will be force-fed and then punished, so don’t bother with that strategy. You belong to me, little girl. It’s time you figured that out.”

  Without further explanation he used the controls to flip her over. Again the table morphed, flowing around her then beneath her front, supporting her while elevating her naked behind. She only had a second to absorb that humiliation and then the table adjusted again, spreading her legs so wide her ass cheeks parted, revealing both of her openings in a lurid offering.

  Trolyn slapped her bottom with his open palm and she screamed again. The pain shocked her, but the humiliation of being spanked in such a position was even worse.

  “To whom do you belong?” He paused, waiting for her answer.

  “Fuck you.” It was instinct. She was a U.S. citizen. Things like this didn’t happen to Americans. She had to be trapped in some sort of nightmare.

  His hand connected with the other side of her bottom and pain arced up her spine and down the inside of her thigh. Did he have to hit her so hard? The question was so ridiculous it made her laugh.

  “You find this amusing?” He did not sound pleased by the possibility. “Dr. Laemor, hand me a paddle. Clearly my new pet requires a firmer reprimand.”

  “Wait. I didn’t mean—”

  Searing pain stole her breath and the firm stroke was only the beginning. He spanked her with the paddle again and again, alternating sides until her entire behind blazed with throbbing pain. She screamed herself hoarse, then cried out her misery until her strength was finally spent. Only then did he stop and place one of his hands on her burning ass cheek.

  “To whom do you belong?”

  “You,” she whispered. Saying it didn’t make it true. “I belong to you.”

  “Good girl. Now will you submit to the simulation or shall I test you manually?”

  “I’ll submit,” she whispered, hating herself for the weakness.

  She couldn’t see what Trolyn was doing, wasn’t sure she cared. All she could feel was her stinging ass and utter desolation. She was a prisoner, a slave, with no rights and no legal recourse. She wouldn’t even be allowed to die. Her life really was over.

  As if to prove her point, something blunt and warm pushed into her pussy. It didn’t hurt, just felt intrusive, unwanted.

  “Her cunt is snug, but not overly tight,” Trolyn informed the doctor, compounding her mortification.

  The object slid nearly out of her passage then shoved in even deeper.

  “You are wet, my pet. Were you excited by the pain or the humiliation?”

  She gritted her teeth, refusing to answer. Not willing to think about either possibility. But he was right. She was wet and her pussy rippled around the shaft sliding in and out. Why was she wet? Something about this horrible situation had turned her body on.

  Trolyn suddenly pinched her clit and Kate screamed, shocked by the sudden rush of arousal rushing through her body. “You will answer when I ask a question.”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never been beaten before.”

  “You were not beaten now,” Trolyn insisted. “You were soundly spanked because of your disobedience. I do not abuse my pets.”

  “It’s ‘disobedience’ to resist being mind-fucked? You have no right to—”

  “I have every right to do whatever I want to you. You cost me a small fortune and I’m still not convinced I’ll recoup my investment.”

  He pulled the toy free of her pussy and pressed it against her anus. She tensed. Not that. Please, God, not that. She had always been repulsed by anything anal. Never even let a lover put a finger up her ass. “I’m sorry! Please, I’m really sorry.”

  “Better. Say ‘I’m sorry, Sir’ and I’ll reconsider.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir. Please don’t hurt me like that.”

  He stepped away, taking the pressure with him and she let out a shaky sigh. He moved into her peripheral vision and she saw the toy in his right hand. It gleamed with her juices, further proof of her spontaneous arousal.

  “Have you never had anal sex or was your experience with it unplea
sant?” His neon green gaze bore into hers.

  If she didn’t answer, he’d punish her and her ass still throbbed from the paddling. “I don’t have any interest in going there, ever.”

  “That’s not what I asked.”

  “Never have. Never will. Is that specific enough?”

  A cruel smile parted his lips. “Unlikely. Most of my pets are purchased by groups of males. Few can afford one of my girls on their own.”

  “Groups of...” Her dread turned to abject fear. “You expect me to play whore to more than one?”

  “I expect you to do whatever you’re told, whenever you’re told to do it. I still need to recoup my investment, but I won’t spend any more credits on you.”

  “Meaning?” she asked between clenched teeth. Dreading what he was about to say.

  “I’ll sell you to one of the brothels over on Spaceport Makar. They’ll drug you into compliance and you’ll spend the rest of your life being gangbanged by filthy miners. That would be a shame. The recruiter was convinced you have great potential.”

  “Great potential for what?” She didn’t really want to know. Nothing he’d said so far was tolerable, much less comforting.

  “A female has three holes in which a male can find pleasure. You will be expected to use all three, often at the same time.”

  His little smirk made her want to slap him. Instead, she shook her head, but denials were pointless. He didn’t care how disgusting she found the idea. Rather than continuing to argue with her, he moved back behind her. Her neck ached from holding her head up so she could see him, so she shifted her eyes to the floor and tried to empty her mind completely, to go utterly numb.

  Something cool and wet pooled on her anus. She closed her eyes again and prayed for death. She couldn’t live as some alien’s space pet. Death was a far better alternative.

  Very slowly, Trolyn slid one of his fingers into her rear opening, but he didn’t go far. “Oh, you are nice and tight. This is wonderful.” He rotated the finger without invading her any farther, spreading the lubricant with the teasing motion. “If you weren’t a virgin, sweet pet, this would be my cock. I always like to welcome new pets to this star system with a hard ass-fucking. But many will pay extra for the pleasure of breaking you in. I’ll simply have to wait for the next new arrival.”

  He removed his finger and she exhaled, never more thrilled to be an anal virgin. Her aversion to all things anal had saved her from... No, she hadn’t been saved. This had only postponed the inevitable.

  Many will pay extra for the pleasure of breaking you in. His crude warning rang through her mind as her tormentor walked from the room.

  * * *

  “I’m not interested,” Jexton Farr said emphatically. He should have refused Lord Trolyn Estifal’s request for a holo-comm, but Trolyn had always been persistent. If Jexton had refused the comm, it was likely Trolyn would have shown up on his doorstep insisting on a face-to-face conversation.

  “Twice your usual fee,” Trolyn offered.

  “I’m retired. You know that, my lord. I have no interest in training another pet.” He also knew Trolyn well enough to know he wouldn’t let this go. For six long years Jexton had worked for Exotic Pets, Inc. Employment opportunities in the Silvan colonies were extremely limited. One could become a miner or participate in the pleasure industry. He was far too aggressive to make anyone an obedient sexual companion, so he’d chosen a supporting role. He’d specialized in exotic species, those emotionally fragile or particularly hard to train. His species, the Silvan, were mildly empathic, which gave him an advantage over the other trainers. He knew how hard a trainee could be pushed before his or her mind shut down completely.

  “If you don’t train her I’ll have no choice but to sell her to a brothel. You know how stubborn humans are, how irrational.”

  Jexton glared at his former employer. “I won’t be manipulated.”

  Trolyn shrugged, his sudden nonchalance unconvincing. “I just sent you the recording of her initial examination. If you don’t think you’re up to the task, I can always arrange for a public defilement. She’s yet to take a cock up her ass, so I’m sure I can find a buyer for the pleasure of breaking her in.”

  Jexton despised the public spectacles Trolyn arranged from time to time. Not only did he charge a small fortune to the person who took the pet’s virginity, he also charged the spectators both present and attending via satellite feed. He frequently made more off a pet’s ‘defilement’ than her eventual sale.

  Trolyn knew how Jexton felt about the events. Still, it wasn’t an idle threat. If Jexton refused to train the human, and Trolyn couldn’t find someone else, the greedy Forillian would do exactly as he said.

  “Watch the recording,” Trolyn suggested when Jexton continued to glare. “I think she has potential. I’d rather spare her such a harsh fate.” He ended the comm before Jexton could respond.

  “Creation be damned,” Jexton snarled and spun around to find his brother lounging in the doorway of the sunny morning room. Trolyn’s repeated comm requests had interrupted Jexton’s breakfast.

  A familiar half-smile lifted one corner of Indel’s lips. He was two years older than Jexton and the death of their parents when they were children had made the brothers incredibly close. “Are you going to do it?” Clearly, Indel had heard the entire exchange. “He’s right. You’re a damn good trainer. I never understood why you quit.”

  “No matter how hard I tried to stay professional, I never wanted to let them go.” Jexton chuckled and shook his head. “What fun is training a pet when all your effort benefits someone else.”

  “Activate the vidfile. I’m curious.”

  Reluctantly, Jexton triggered the central computer with a thought then navigated through the menus with hand gestures. He was curious too, but knew this was a trap. If he saw her face, knowing her plight, it would be that much harder to say no. He found the file Trolyn had sent and activated the recording.

  One of the treatment rooms at the training complex appeared between him and Indel, the three-dimensional image detailed and clear. The human female lay on her back and a sheet covered her body. She’d yet to awaken from the sedative used by the talent scouts. She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties, though it was hard to tell with some humans. Her hair was brown and her eyes were closed, so he couldn’t see their color.

  “She’s pretty, for a human.”

  Jexton ignored his brother’s playful comment and studied her features objectively, distinct cheekbones and a small nose, each unremarkable. But her lips were extraordinary, lush and ready for kissing, or the thrust of his cock. She finally stirred and he zoomed in on her eyes. They were the most intriguing combination of brown, green, and gold. Hazel, he supposed.

  Lord Estifal stepped to her side and Jexton felt his lip curl. Trolyn insisted on examining every new arrival himself. He fed off their fear and confusion, like some depraved vampire. She looked around, dazed and terrified, but gradually worked through the disbelief and denial. Dread and hopelessness settled over her expression as the examination began.

  Trolyn drew the sheet down, revealing her breasts. Jexton sucked in a breath and his cock instantly hardened. Her breasts were perfect, full and creamy with small pink nipples. The color was so different from the gray of Silvan females. He watched her flesh harden as the phantom stimulator worked its magic. She twisted and cried out, not understanding what was happening to her.

  “Stop,” she cried, clearly panicked. “Make it stop!”

  Trolyn halted the stimulation, but did nothing to comfort or calm her. Instead he stressed that she was now a slave, that the life she’d known on Earth was over. It was a harsh truth each space pet must accept, but Trolyn didn’t need to enjoy her misery quite so much. He pulled the sheet aside, leaving her naked and bound to the table.

  “Damn.” Indel whistled, gaze moving slowly over her curves.

  Her body was fashioned for pleasure. Elegant limbs and a slim waist flared into nicely
rounded hips. Her legs were long and toned and he desperately wanted to see her ass. As if Trolyn had heard him, he turned her over and positioned her struggling body for punishment.

  “Damn indeed,” he whispered as his smoldering gaze focused on her upturned ass. Beautifully rounded cheeks promised plenty of cushioning while her master took his pleasure from behind.

  Trolyn slapped her ass hard, then demanded, “To whom do you belong?”

  “Fuck you.”

  Her spirit made Jexton smile. Trolyn was right. This female would be a challenge. Trolyn spanked her again and to Jexton’s astonishment she laughed.

  “You find this amusing?” Trolyn looked genuinely angry and Jexton tensed. If he hurt her badly now, it would make training that much more difficult.

  Trolyn told Dr. Laemor to hand him a paddle. Jexton had been so focused on the female, he hadn’t even realized anyone else was in the room. He watched her cheeks jiggle and redden as Trolyn soundly paddled her rear. His fists clenched and his cock bucked against the fabric of his pants. Divinity above, she was glorious.

  “What will Estifal ask for her? Maybe I’ll put in a bid.” Indel looked at Jexton and grinned. “Then your effort won’t be wasted because I’ll share her with you.”

  Lust clawed through him with ruthless intensity. His brother was joking, but the temptation was nearly overwhelming. They frequently shared females, enjoyed sex best when they both filled a female, stretching both passages at the same time. “She’ll bring a king’s ransom after I’ve finished with her.”

  Indel laughed. “Then you’re going to do it?”

  “The alternative is public defilement and being sold to a brothel. Of course, I’m going to do it. No female deserves that fate.” But his gaze returned to the human and he admitted the truth. She appealed to him, intrigued him. Even without the threats, he would have agreed.