by Jaid Black
For at least fifteen minutes Brynda watched, her mouth agape, as the amphibian males lapped up their food from the human slave’s body. The male seated between the woman’s legs used his hands to spread her thighs further apart. She watched as the male dove for the slave’s flesh, her eyes widening when his long tongue darted out and lapped her pussy clean. The slave groaned the entire time, obviously as unwillingly turned on by the Wassan men as she was terrified of them.
The slave began to convulsively orgasm, her moans growing louder and louder as the males continued to feed. Suctioning lips were all over the slave, clamped around her stiff nipples, wrapped around her clit, nibbling at her pussy hole…
The woman’s body shook violently as the Wassan male seated between her thighs thrust his long tongue deep inside of her pussy and wiggled it around in a series of fast flicks. The slave came violently, her entire body convulsing, as she moaned and groaned from behind the gag. The woman’s nipples shot up noticeably further which caused the males suckling on them to mumble appreciatively around them and suck on the stiff pieces of human flesh all the harder.
The slave came over and over, again and again. Her eyes rolled back into her head and practically stayed there as she was brought to orgasm more times than Brynda could count.
When the largest of the males stood up and impaled the slave with his cock, she watched the woman’s breasts bounce with each rhythmic thrust. The slave moaned and groaned from behind the gag, her thighs shaking as the amphibian male fucked her.
Brynda’s eyes widened in surprise as the slave began to convulse more violently than ever before, her orgasms growing stronger and stronger. When the male pulled out briefly then plunged his stiff cock deeply inside of the slave again, Brynda realized why the woman was coming so violently.
The tip of a Wassan male’s cock worked like a vibrator.
Brynda bit her lip, hesitated, then picked up the holo-cam…
* * * * *
Later that night in the chamber they’d rented, Jek sat in a lounging chair-like contraption and splayed Brynda out in his lap, softly stroking her pussy as he gazed down at her. “The qi’ka should be outlawed,” he grumbled. “’Tis too much clothing for a wench.”
Brynda’s eyes glazed over as his fingers rimmed the sleek folds of her flesh. “I think what you need is to fuck me,” she said boldly, her voice a throaty whisper.
His nostrils flared as he slid a finger into her cunt. “You think to bedevil me, nee’ka, but ‘tis your best interest and no other’s that I have in my hearts.”
“But why?” she asked for what felt like the hundredth time. She sucked in her breath as he began to slowly finger fuck her.
“Your channel is tight,” he said thickly, his eyes narrowing as he repeatedly slid a finger in and out of her. “And my cock is much bigger than a lesser male’s.”
She gulped, half nervous and half excited. “May I see it?” she whispered. “May I touch it?”
He hesitated, clearly battling within himself. “I fear if you see it ‘twill scare you from the vesha hides for all times. ‘Tis best do you wait until the moon-rising of the consummation when you’ve a priestess to ease your fears.”
Her eyes widened. “Good lord, Jek, you make it sound as big as a small child.”
He chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Not so large as that, but aye, ‘tis truth that the sight of my manpart has caused more than one bound servant to swoon.”
She rolled her eyes. “What an ego.”
“’Tis true,” he sniffed. “Leastways, after I join myself to you, you will be thanking the goddess for giving you unto a warlord possessed of a lusty cock so large as mine.”
“Prove it,” she said in the way of challenge. “Show me.”
One dark eyebrow rose. “You think to bedevil me…”
“No,” she lied without feeling guilty. She’d arrived at a decision some time ago and that decision was to live life to the fullest. She wanted to be as close to Jek as was possible, wanted to feel the pleasure and closeness of having him inside of her. “Please,” she whispered.
His nostrils flared as he guided her hand toward the stiff erection concealed under his leathers and pressed it against him. His teeth gritted as he ground his cock against her hand, the desperateness he felt to be inside of her a palpable thing.
“Take me,” she murmured, her hand masturbating him as best as she could manage without being able to have skin-to-skin contact. “Let me feel you inside of me.”
She felt as desperate for him as she could surmise he was for her. His breathing was labored, his erection was as stiff as was possible, and she felt herself actually praying that he’d fuck her. For almost an entire week she had done her damnedest every night to seduce him into making love to her, but every night he had gently set her away from him, reminding her it would hurt and that she needed the aid of a priestess.
“Please,” she breathed out, sitting up in his lap and thrusting her breasts in front of his face. She moaned when he dove into them, his face smashing into her chest, his mouth latching desperately around a nipple. “Please fuck me.”
“Nee’ka,” he said hoarsely from around her nipple. “Do not do this to me.” He closed his eyes and sucked on it hard.
“Please,” she begged again, moving her skirt in such a way that she could straddle his lap and grind her wet flesh against his restrained cock. “Jek I need you…” She felt crazed to be near him, she conceded—desperate and crazed.
She thought she was about to get her way, thought from the grinding of his teeth and the way he reached down to his leathers preparing to free his erection that finally he was about to join his body to hers, when at the last possible moment his eyes flew open, and he gently picked her up and set her away from him on her feet.
Her breathing labored, her qi’ka askew that it exposed all of her private parts, she balled her hands into fists at her side and screamed. “You’re killing me!” she shouted. “You’re determined to kill me!”
Jek’s nostrils flared. “’Tis you who are determined to drive me to my devolution!” he growled, shooting up from the lounging chair. “I am trying to be the gentleman, I am trying to have a care that I don’t split you asunder with my wicked big cock—”
Brynda’s eyes rounded. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
“—and yet you bedevil me day and night with your lusty charms!”
Her heart soared. Until she’d met Jek, she’d never felt beautiful, had never felt sexy.
His hand slashed definitively though the air. “I can stand no more, wench! Rest assured that if you think to bedevil me again, ‘twill get you the rutting you so desperately crave.” He pulled down his leathers, and his erection sprang free. She gulped. “If you are desirous of being split asunder, I am the only warrior who will ever touch you thusly!”
“Stop this!” Brynda shushed him, her good humor restored. “And wait right there,” she called out over her shoulder as she fled into an adjoining chamber.
Jek was still worked up, still horny and hungry and needful of a rut. “Why?” he growled, his jaw as tight as his muscles.
She reappeared a moment later, the holo-cam in hand. She grinned. “Smile and say ‘cheese’.”
He harrumphed. And then he complied.
Chapter 9
The next planet the group traveled to was called Dementia, the second furthest planet from the solar system’s four suns. They had only to scour this planet, then travel on to the outermost planet called Brekka, and their quest was complete. Brynda didn’t know whether to be happy that the end of the journey meant being taken to the healing sands, or sad that the quest would be over because she was having such a good time.
Both Jek and Yar’at warned her repeatedly before their party exited the gastrolight cruiser that Dementia was as wicked of a place as it sounded. Strange hallucinogenic substances could be found in the predatorial plant-life of the entire planet, carnivorous animals roamed about the cold jungles free
ly, and the humanoids who dwelled here were gorilla-like in appearance.
Jek and Yar’at had expected her to be afraid, but Brynda had been in awe instead, noticeably anxious to explore the outlander planet that sounded as if it resembled her favorite movie as a child, Planet of the Apes. Hesitant about bringing her inland, Jek had forewarned her to keep close to either him, Yar’at, or Kaz at all times, for Dementia was a hostile place given to much battling and bloodshed. Worse yet, the gorilla-like males of Dementia kept human female sex slaves just as the Wassans did, and wouldn’t turn down the chance of enslaving Brynda, High Lady or no, if they could capture her away from the eyewitness of warrior onlookers.
None of the warriors had any knowledge concerning whether or not the two planets had similar customs beyond that, but all of them doubted it. The Wassans were goddess-worshippers prone toward wanting peace, while the Dementians worshipped a male ape-god and were prone toward war. It had been the experience of both Jek and Yar’at that as a rule goddess-worshipping planets always tended to be less overtly hostile than god-worshipping ones, while polytheistic planets such as the fabled Khan-Gor tended somewhere toward the middle. They didn’t know why, only that it was so.
And so it was with much fear, mingled with much excitement, that Brynda exited the gastrolight cruiser with her Sacred Mate on one side of her, Yar’at on the other, and warriors armed to the nines surrounding them. The atmosphere was a bit chillier than that of Wassa, so Jek immediately threw a fur over her shoulders, as both protection from the elements and to keep the heavily-muscled gorilla-men who watched her every move from seeing all of her “charms” as Jek always referred to them.
Wide-eyed, Brynda gulped as their party strode by a slave-trading block, young and frightened looking human girls of no more than eighteen being splayed out naked for the potential buyers to inspect their bodies. The slave girls’ wrists and ankles were shackled, chains securing them to a slab of stone, rendering them completely defenseless from the gorilla hands that touched and examined them everywhere.
Brynda’s body stiffened, for she was truly afraid for the young girls. The males of this planet were huge and frightening looking. Though not so large as warriors, the males stood at least seven feet tall and were as thick with muscle as any warrior.
Although the body hair of the males was quite short, the shaggy manes atop their heads were long, like medieval warriors from old. Possessed of two deadly incisors, their teeth were otherwise similar to humans, as were their eyes, which glowed a portent green. Their manner of dress was quite similar to a warrior’s, though all of the males wore black leather garb instead of various colored leathers to signify rank. Their body colors ranged from medium brown to dark black, just as most gorillas did back home. Their faces were most definitely gorilla in appearance, their noses flat and broad, the skin of their faces a plastic-looking dark brown or black depending upon the color of their bodies.
She supposed that in a ruggedly masculine, dangerously virile sort of way the males here could be considered rather handsome. They personified maleness at its most primitive hour, the danger they were capable of in their well-honed bodies a tangible thing. In many ways their appearances were reminiscent of that of warriors, for even the way they moved about bespoke of a humanoid ancestry.
Or perhaps it was the other way around. Perhaps the warriors of the seventh dimension had evolved from these third dimension males.
Or perhaps it was neither—it could be, she thought to herself, that the warriors and the Dementians shared a common evolutionary ancestor, but neither had been spawned of the other.
The planet itself was rather dark and gloomy, Dementia’s nights longer than its days. A barely perceptible red tint hazed the dreary gray skies, making the planet look perpetually overcast, as though it was always preparing to be rained upon, though Jek had told her that it scarcely rained here.
Brynda bit her lip as she watched one of the prettier girl’s get her labial lips spread wide apart by one of the gorilla soldiers thinking of purchasing her from the slave trader who’d stolen her away from her planet of origin. The gorilla fighter lowered his face to her flesh, sniffed it, then licked her there in one long swipe that started at her anus and ended at her clit.
The slave girl gasped when his rough tongue hit her clit, her eyes round and terrified. The heavily-muscled male growled something imperceptible against her clit then took the bud into his mouth and sucked on it hard. The girl’s head began to thrash about, her desire to not orgasm for the male obvious. But in the end the potential buyer won out and the girl groaned as she came violently for him.
Brynda felt oddly turned on as she watched the slave’s young nipples stiffen and stab upwards, then watched the male’s fingers pinch and tweak at them as he continued to suck on her clit. She briefly glanced away from the scene, ashamed she’d felt aroused at the girl’s expense, but turned back to watch as their party continued down the dirt-trod path that led to what she suspected was somebody’s home.
The gorilla fighter brought the human slave girl to peak two more times before his face surfaced from between her thighs and he stood up from his kneeling position. Grabbing her hips, he plunged his thick cock deep inside of her, causing the slave to gasp. Three or four males laughed, strolling over to watch another male of their species fuck a human female.
“The little lass has gorgeous tits,” one of the males purred, his gaze clashing with Brynda’s. She gulped. It belatedly occurred to her that he’d probably spoken in Trystonni on purpose so she’d understand what he was saying. It made it easier to intimidate her. “The unworthy human wench should feel blessed indeed to have a male of our species mount her.”
But his friend paid him no heed, for the fighter was lustily stroking in and out of the slave girl’s body, his cock pounding over and over again into her pussy. When a rival male reached down and touched the slave’s breasts, the gorilla fighter bellowed loudly, then backhanded him with such force that the other male fell to the ground, blood spurting from his mouth.
The girl’s eyes widened in growing fright, as did Brynda’s. The male mounting the slave murmured something that seemed to console her a bit for she looked a bit less frightened. His large hands settled possessively at her breasts and palmed them as he thrust deep and fast into her flesh.
The girl groaned, the moment of her release obvious, for her nipples stiffened outrageously more as her eyes rolled back into her head.
On a groan the male followed her, throwing his head back and bellowing frighteningly as he spurted his seed deep inside of her body.
Brynda covered her ears, afraid.
“Do not stare, nee’ka,” Jek warned her. “The males here will think you are a bold wench desirous of a rutting and try to steal you away.”
She gulped, her gaze immediately bolting forward, her hands falling back down to her sides. She thought about the male she’d made eye contact with, the one who had spoken to his allies in Trystonni so she could understand him. “I don’t want to stay here,” she breathed out. Her heartbeat was picking up at an alarming rate. “I’ve changed my mind.”
Jek pulled her close to reassure her. “’Twill be all right, my hearts. You must know I cannot return you to the gastrolight cruiser now that the males here have beheld you,” he murmured. “They would tear it apart to get to you.”
She closed her eyes briefly, feeling as though she might be ill. “What about the other women, the bound servants…”
“Shh,” he said softly, reminding her to keep her voice lowered. “Their sense of smell is great, yet not so great that they can smell through a contraption so thick as that one. For a certainty they will never know do you not give the secret away.”
Brynda nodded like a marionette. She ignored the stares the gorilla fighters were giving her as their party continued onward. “Where are we going?” she whispered, hoping they reached a safer destination sometime soon. Her eyes flicked over the jungles surrounding them on either side. “Not in the
re I hope.”
Jek sighed, then squeezed her hand. “I don’t yet know,” he murmured. “Leastways, on this moon-rising we shall stay in the hut of General Zaqari. He is leader to the hoard whose lands we are in. Until I break bread with him ‘tis impossible for me to know the route we must take, if any.”
She held to him tightly, an ominous feeling she couldn’t quite pinpoint settling over her. “I’m afraid, Jek,” she whispered. “I’m very afraid.”
He squeezed her hand again. “No fear, Bryn.” He gently lowered his face then raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. “I would die to protect you, nee’ka.”
Brynda swallowed roughly, her heart palpitating. It dawned on her that that was precisely what she was afraid of.
* * * * *
Jek narrowed his gaze at Lieutenant Zaab even whilst he listened to General Zaqari expound upon some recent political events that had transpired within Dementia. The gorilla fighter known as Zaab was clearly challenging him for the right to Brynda, which caused Jek to feel an anger and a hatred that went beyond anything he’d ever experienced before. He wanted to kill the lieutenant with his bare hands, challenge him to fight in the pits as two prime males with no weapons.
Zaab returned his stare, his gaze unblinking, as two naked slave girls rubbed his shoulders from behind.
“Have you heard a word I’ve said, Lord Q’an Ri?” The general narrowed his green gaze first at Jek, then at Zaab. He was an older male, if his regal mane of salt and pepper hair was an indication of age, but his sharp green eyes bespoke of keen mental acuity. He turned to the naked slave girl who stood beside him, placed a kiss on the belly that was ripe with his child, then murmured for her to go to their bedchamber and await him there. He turned back to face the men as she wobbled away. “What goes on here?” he demanded.
Sitting next to Jek in the hut around an oblong table made of stone, Brynda bit her lip as she kept her gaze submissively lowered, afraid to look at any of the gorilla fighters overly long. Naked human slave girls scurried around the table, stopping to fill goblets or refill trenchers every few minutes. From what Brynda had overheard, she surmised that the only way a human female could lose her slave status and become mated to one of the gorilla fighters was by proving her worthiness of him by bearing his child.