He continued on, describing the plan and trying not to stare at her lusciously curved body. So many things could go wrong with his plan. He detested bad plans.
She was small yet enticing. If he didn’t know better, he would think some torm pheromones and chemicals were affecting his desires.
If ...
She is huleon, not pure. It was one thing to aid her, another to fuck her. He might be kind but he should not lower himself to the point of letting a human or huleon share his bed. Even if his erection had another opinion.
What did humans call it? A boner? Well, he had a boner to rival a god’s, and he wanted it gone. Watching Kondio stick his in her would be curious to endure.
“Have you ever lain with a mauleon?”
“What?”
And there came that blush again.
“No. I have not!”
Her indignation amused him.
“Then we may have to do something to get you to take this dildo. Turn and pull down the clothing covering your ass.” What was the name her race used? Underwear? Panties? “Your panties.”
After a long few seconds where her hands appeared to massage the floor, she turned.
“Actually, you will remove all your underwear.”
“Um.” Her hands stilled.
“You agreed to gift your body.”
Her answer was quiet. “I know. I remember. I’m not—” She sighed then reached back and wriggled down her panties, showing the first hint of the divide of her ass.
His plan to remain distant and unmoved came a little unstuck.
Watching her disrobe made his cock throb. He looked behind him. It also meant a line of mauleons was staring at her butt. The girl undid and removed her bra, lowered it to the floor. With his boot, he dragged it away, toed it further, smiling when she saw what he’d done and scowled.
“Just in case you change your mind.” Now that he’d moved around to her side, he could see the perfect pink nipples of her ample breasts. Those would be soft in his hands, dent under his claws.
He remembered to breathe.
There were golden rings in both her nipples. “Gods...”
Maybe one below also. He’d seen a glint as her legs shifted.
His dick liked this. Takk cursed under his breath when he realized he would have to cut her panties to free them from the ankle chain.
“Go to your hands and knees and let us see between your legs.”
Silently, if slowly, she obeyed. Her reluctance made this more delightful. Takk scrubbed his hand through the side of his mane, catching his claws in a braid and swearing.
He slid his blade from the belt sheath and cut the side of her panties, tossed them.
When he stepped back to settle his gaze on her pussy, he stifled a groan. Should he touch her? Pour the cold water over her? Maybe over him?
The water on her, yes. She was filthy. “Too small a cunt entrance? What do you think?” Their replies were a mix of funny, demanding, and rude. “Shut up, assholes.”
It was not a question the others could answer. Not from where they stood.
Should he let Kondio test this? In a snap decision, he picked up the bucket of clean water. It’d be cold, but this would be better than no cleaning at all. He reached back with his hand. “Timin, hand me the dildo.”
He took it then sluiced the water over her in one immense flood. Before she could do more than squeal in shock, he stepped into the puddle and shoved her to the floor with his boot in the middle of her lower back.
“Stay there while we test you. Shhh.”
While she flailed and tried to rise, Kondio came over, grim-faced, but likely enjoying her fuss. He put his boot on her butt.
Takk crouched and used his forefinger to search along her slit for her hole. She was well lubricated already? This was her slippery juices, not water.
Perhaps she liked rough handling? And there it was, a metal ring through her clit. “You are pierced here. I’ve heard of this fetish and how it increases sensitivity.”
When he looked at her, she only huffed and turned her face away.
“This female is not naïve of sex.” He said this loud enough for all to hear. “For you, girl, this is good.”
Kondio grunted. From the sounds of boots on floor, the other males had stepped into the cell.
He slid the finger into her, deep, then watched her—how she stopped breathing, how, when he turned his finger, she gasped and her chest swelled then froze.
How she squeaked when he used his fingers to separate the lips and open her pussy. He judged the tightness then inserted two fingers and fucked her again, trying not to enjoy the feel of her, the wet heat squashing onto him.
“Relax if you can.” He brought the dildo to her hole and tried to squeeze the blunt tip inside.
At the abrupt arch of her lower back, he paused. Despite them having to fasten her in place and flatten her to the wet stone tiles, she seemed to enjoy this.
A girl squirming and whimpering on the floor while he experimented on her with a huge dildo? Takk muttered and wiped his forehead with his forearm before persevering with his attempt to fuck her.
He should’ve given this vexatious job to another.
Chapter Six
Avalon gasped. Horror, shame, shock—those all ran through her mind. This... this was insane, letting them do this.
And yet some of the shock was due to how pleasant this invasion between her legs was. It hurt but it was also, to say the least, interesting. She concentrated, finding herself panting, and feeling the forced and inevitable widening of her entrance in every minute detail.
Interesting. Yes.
Definitely interesting.
Then he shoved harder.
She choked back a moan, shuddered, then shut her eyes. With her cheek to the cold floor, she prayed none of them could see her arousal.
Then she remembered to protest. “That won’t, ummm, fit.”
“It might?” Takk said, sounding as if she fascinated him. “I will keep trying.”
Again he shoved and the stretch was something else.
“Fuck! No. Please.” Mind a little blown, she dug her claws into the floor and resisted squirming backward.
This must be a reaction to fear. Fear did things to the body.
The mauleon’s instructions had not detailed this—one of them shoving a dildo the size of a small tree trunk into her.
The mean one, Kondio, peered down at her, his boot still on her back.
“It’s smaller than any one of us. Stop your squirming. If we can’t get that in you, I’m the one who gets to fuck you. It’s science. Mauleon biology. Our jizz makes females open up so we can fuck you more easily next time. This will make the dildo slip into you like a finger into cream... your cream.” He chuckled then rocked her with his boot. “Nature is fun, huh?”
Avalon hissed at him, curling her lip, though the pressure of his boot was bothering her in all the wrong ways.
Was she feverish? Ill? She whimpered as their leader strived yet again to force the dildo inside.
“Won’t go,” Takk muttered, straightening, standing tall behind her. “You’ll let Kondio come in you if you want to live, girl. And swallow some too. Kneel up, butt out. Quickly! The people out there won’t wait much longer for us to bring the condemned prisoner out to be impaled.”
Impaled. That word reminded her of everything that could go wrong.
Shakily, Avalon climbed to her knees. She wiped away the water that dripped over her face then buried her face in her hands. Air, she needed air. What had she come to? Death or this? And she really should not like what they’d been doing.
She was due to die, today.
Death went nowhere. Getting turned on by warriors pawing at her was not normal, but it said she was alive. Takk wanted her to hurry.
All this was biology, as that Kondio had said. Natural biology, not really her.
She placed her palms flat, waiting as the mean one lowered himself behind her. There w
as the rustling of cloth and unclipping of clips. A second later, the velvet hardness of a cock prodded at her. It slid into her pussy, a little.
That stretch again, but even more immense than the dildo. She whined as he butted at her, trying to push in his cock.
Startled by a harder thrust, she tried to rise.
His chuckle was unexpected. The hand on her neck forcing her down was not. Not really. She knew what they’d do. She’d agreed.
His cock though, it was just fucking huge.
“How can I? It will never—”
She had a new fear.
“Be still!” Kondio pumped at her, probed her with fingers, then pushed at her again. This time he seemed to reach further inside. He stayed there, rigid, making her stiffen and her eyes roll upward.
Hoping, crazily, with her butt out and rocking sideways, as if she could make him screw inside of her—hoping for more of him.
The sound of a hand running along a slickened shaft came to her ears, over and over, while he pressed at her and his cock swelled, twitched. She felt the hot gush of his cum spurting, running over her and down the back of her thighs, and she was already kneeling in water.
Cum pooled and warmed under her knees.
“Thank the gods you’re a fast one.” In a whisper, she insulted him, while trying to ignore the sensations he’d awakened. Her treacherous nipples were aching from more than the cold.
When he slapped her pussy, ran his hand along her slit then rose to his feet, she understood what was next. She was to swallow some.
Ugh.
Kondio jerked her head back, smeared his hand over her mouth, pressing fingers past her teeth. “Swallow,” he grated out. “Lick.”
Two of them were shoved over her tongue and she licked as ordered to. Fingers? These things were the size of batons.
Why had she thought she could defeat any of the mauleons in a fight? She licked and tried not to appear happy to do so even if the taste appealed to her in the worst and most disgusting way. It didn’t make sense for her to like this—having her head held in the vise of his fist while he forced her to swallow his cum.
Yet there it was.
Those chemicals they’d spoken of? The torm? Was it that? She was part mauleon, even if that had been an insult most of her life.
She licked his fingers terribly clean, scouring them with her tongue, with Kondio on one knee before her and staring. Fascinated, she stared back.
This close, the features of a mauleon were obvious. The wider than human cheekbones and flattened nose, the tips of the long fangs denting the lower lip. The vicious claws on his fingers were extended and they played on her tongue—sharper, bigger versions of hers.
“Good little whore.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “My jizz will make you open your little cunt. Maybe I could get to like fucking humans. Makes the war almost worth the price.” Then he let go of her hair with a last jerk and stood.
“Enough vengeance in that, Kon?” Zo asked nonchalantly.
Squinting through a curtain of damp hair, she spotted Zo with his arms folded, leaning on the wall outside the cell. His single braid curled over his shoulder. Now he was a pretty mauleon.
He’d returned when she was otherwise occupied.
Occupied. Mmm. Avalon focused inward. Her pussy remembered the push, the pain, the frissons of pleasure from being invaded.
“Vengeance? No. Not really. This one, she’s just a female. I feel hollow is all.” Kondio’s voice trailed off. “I thought it’d mean something else. I just feel sorry for the little thief bitch.”
“Hah! I like you better already. Never saw you as a mauleon who’d torture a girl. That’s my calling.” She could hear the smirk in his voice. Zo tortured women? Her toes curled.
“Anyway! I have news for you all. I spoke to that court clerk in charge of watching us execute her.”
Oh, fuck. What now?
Avalon stayed on her knees, hiding behind her hair, with her arms crossed over her breasts. She was trying to get accustomed to this—to being the center of attention of a troop of mauleon soldiers who wanted to help her but also fuck her.
She was too confused to figure herself out, too worried to care.
“I asked if he minded us not using a real spear, just impaling her on a dildo spear and shooting her in the end. He said not at all. He looked pale when I talked about her screaming and all the blood that’d run out of her if we used a real spear.”
“Crap, really?” Takk sounded annoyed. Hilarious irony in that if this was not so tragic. “All this for...”
“Necessary. We still have to get the dildo in her. For show he says we have to parade her through town. Nothing in the recorded judgement says it has to be a sharp spear. That mauleon is scared of blood.” Zo smiled.
“Okay.” Takk turned to look down at her. “We’ll give the cum five minutes to work into her system.”
He sounded like her physician and Avalon bit her lip. To them she was merely a thing to do stuff to.
“Sounds good. If not sufficient time, she might tear, but that official wants it done soon. He wants to go home.”
“This is still better than before.” Takk crouched and applied a key to the lock on her ankle chain. If she’d had tools, she would’ve undone that herself. And the cell door. Would’ve been gone before dawn. “We still have to sign the forms, Zo, and say she’s dead. No spear, good, but this is serious stuff. We risk death if discovered. Here.”
She saw a flash of metal as their leader threw something.
“Kondio, feed her the liquor. Get her drunk. Even if the clerk said yes, someone watching might question this. Once we get out into the country, we lose that clerk. If we cannot, we have to pretend to shoot her in the head. Either way, we have that grave we dug and we fill it in.”
“Improvise.” Zo levered himself from the wall. “Worst case, we put her in, throw in dirt, cover her head with the baskets that we left in the grave, and get her out soon as he leaves. Right?”
Oh, gods. Seriously? Suffocating was not a favorite fetish of hers.
They all agreed.
There were layers to this. A lot of effort. Takk’s comment about them risking death turned this upside down. If they did risk that, should she be thankful to them? It seemed a weird damn question.
They did not have to do this.
Did they really hate the war enough that it had spurred them to help her? Were they sort of nicer inside than she’d thought? Sort of. She, her body, was also being used as a reward.
The neck of the flask arrived at her mouth and she opened and let them feed it to her, swallowing the fiery liquid convulsively. Her throat burned. Soon after her head swam, sound dulled into a distant blur, and the room started spinning one way then the other.
Thoughts wobbled past.
What if this worked, and she prayed it would be so.
If it did... she took that mental leap... did she owe them? Really?
No. Of course not.
Chapter Seven
Zo watched as they hauled Avalon onto the cart and balanced her there with her hands bound and fixed above to a rudimentary framework of timber. Even knowing it was fake blood, he found the scene formidable. He wasn’t gruesomely inclined.
He’d stuck the thing in her, watching the advance as the dildo magically vanished into her cunt, watched her squirm despite the liquor they’d made her drink. For the best. With only a few minutes to absorb Kon’s cum she’d never have relaxed enough, and he truly did not want to see her torn apart.
It was true he liked torturing his females, but that was in fun. Sadistic fun, and orgasms made everyone feel good in the end, despite the bruises he left on them. His dick had been so hard after he’d shoved that thing in. He wondered at his own need for perversion.
Since the war began, he’d been chaste. There was something awful about participating in sexual pursuits when you’ve just shot or stabbed a man, and watched your friends do the same. He’d seen men ridden into the dust, s
een things he’d never detail to another unless compelled to.
But this one? Avalon, the squirmy huleon thief with baby claws, and a mouth full of curses when she was riled, who’d agreed to be theirs? He’d savored dildo fucking her.
Her moans had seemed to fall on this side of pleasure, as much as they’d signaled pain, and that was extremely interesting. Unlike female mauleons, this one was small. He could tie her up and do so many things to her so very easily.
The parade through town was a simple affair.
The main street was straight and hedged in by both stone and metal buildings, and the latter were streaked with rust—the usual mix of old high-tech and new low-tech construction.
The two-centuries-old planetary Quarantine had killed technology except for what people could jury-rig in their homes. The battle satellites circling the world blasted anything big and mechanical, especially if it were mobile, and every factory built before Quarantine had been consigned to oblivion. So had every single one built since then.
Build anything that drew the attention of the orbiting sats and you risked obliteration.
The rusted scraps of blown-up vehicles littered the roads.
They’d headed the cart, with Avalon swaying in it, straight out of town.
One naked girl in a cart drawn by a florse. Her head hung low and he was sure she barely registered the sloppy pieces of fruit thrown by a few idiots. Stealing the Claw bothered some more than others. There was jeering and yelling but most of the onlookers seemed shocked. Shocked and curious. Voyeurs of death.
History verified that whether death was by hanging, shooting, impaling, or whatever, people were drawn to watch.
The law had its way, no matter how stupid it might be.
People obeyed, except for his soldier brothers. That Captain Takk had dug in his heels said a lot. That male was as rigid about the law and rules as anyone he’d ever come across.
Though concealed by forest from anyone traveling on the nearby road, the pre-dug grave was easy to find. There were only birds, bugs, and the lonely court clerk to worry about. They took Avalon off the cart, removed the dildo spear—or fuckspear as Kondio fondly called it—and lowered her into the grave.
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