He inhaled deeply. “Look at you, so wet and juicy. And all mine. All mine.”
The Nobek leaned down and lapped my pussy in a deliberate fashion. His eyes half-closed as he tasted me, like a contented cat with a bowl full of cream. New warmth spread from the contact, sending stabs of arousal into the pit of me. I was wasted from the orgasms he’d forced from me minutes before, unable to do much more than twitch and whimper.
Oses licked and swallowed, licked and swallowed. When I didn’t cream adequately for his appetite, he teased my clit with that wicked tongue of his to make me gush. Darts of supreme pleasure stabbed into my belly, making things coil. My breath came faster.
My lover dipped his tongue into my entrance, seeking what he wanted from the source. He kissed me there like he would my mouth, making soft, moist noises. I trembled, feeling him enter me. Sensitive from the earlier fingerfucking, I felt each exquisite movement of his tongue.
Oses urged me on to greater arousal with his voraciousness. My soft moans had turned to gasps within minutes. I could barely move, but my feet kicked as far as they could, and my arms lifted an inch from the ground before falling back. I couldn’t have been more helpless if he’d tied me up. He fed on me, sucking and licking and nipping until outright need clamored yet again.
“Oses, please,” I whispered weakly.
“Mmm,” he responded. “My pet pussy is delicious. Nothing tastes better. I could devour it all day.”
He went at me with more passion than before. My guts seemed filled by thousands of butterflies, all beating their wings frantically to be set free. I wept with the beautiful torment of it. Excitement spiked higher. I was too exhausted to want it, but Oses drove me to the edge of climax once more. He would not be denied.
After several minutes of continuous pleasuring, I was sobbing outright. My pussy pulsed with the ache for release, desperate to orgasm though the rest of me resisted. Seeing he had me right where he wanted me, Oses closed his lips over my swollen clit. He sucked forcefully, battering the distended bud with his tongue.
I ignited. Molten lava poured from me, bathing all in fire. Finding some strength in desperation, my hips bucked between the floor and Oses, trying to shake him off before climax destroyed me. He hung on, battening on me more firmly, forcing me take the cataclysm.
Again, I endured shattering rapture until my body could produce no more. When it was over, the world grayed out for a while. When I came to, Oses laid at my side as he had when he’d fingerfucked me. Once more his arm was beneath me, wrapped around my shoulders, my wrists clasped in his hands.
My near leg slung over his thigh. Oses tilted his hips so that his cocks were beneath my crotch. He held them in his free hand, gathered together and pressing to my pussy. He readied to fuck me with both.
I reminded myself not to tense up, but in the aftermath of all those orgasms, there was no tension. I was lax and without any strength at all. I waited for him to take his pleasure.
“My Matara,” Oses breathed. The tips of his cocks slid in.
Despite how demanding he’d been up to this point, Oses was careful about shoving all that cock in. My jaw only had to tighten the least little bit, or a facial muscle twitch, to warn him to halt. He then spent several seconds kissing me gently, giving me time to adjust to the tremendous girth of taking both penises at once. Then he pressed a little farther in, watching me carefully all the while to ensure I wasn’t harmed.
I wish we’d never been captured by Finiuld. What happened to us in that place was beyond any hell imaginable. Yet I doubt I would have seen this loving side of Oses if we had not. While we were there, I was his mate. In his heart and soul, I was all to him. He let me know it then as he joined with me. We were closer than husband and wife. Closer than clan. Nothing can make up for what we went through, but that moment came near.
When at last we were united, we stayed like that. We didn’t speak. We gazed into each other’s faces, occasionally kissing. Oses’s free hand stroked my body, as if he hadn’t already mapped it in earlier encounters. It was as if he was discovering me for the first time, examining every inch of me. He did not take this lightly. It meant the world to me that he felt that way.
When at last he moved, it was with great care. He didn’t have sex with me. He didn’t fuck me. He made love. His attitude said so. It was enough to make me weep, even when climax burned a molten path through me.
“Again,” Oses whispered, kissing where my tears streamed. “Come for me until there is nothing left. Grant me all of it, in case this is all I ever have.”
He stroked my clit as he slipped back and forth in my clutching pussy. I was wrung out sexually, but I gave that Nobek all I could. I gave until at last his ability to hold off wavered. Oses groaned as he succumbed to release. He pulsed within me for a long time.
We fell asleep with him still inside me, our arms and legs tangled around each other. We were terrified to be parted in any way at that point.
February 18
We had a couple of days before Finiuld put in another appearance. When the Little Creep showed up outside our habitat, suddenly appearing out of nowhere as he was so damned prone to do, he wasted no time. Before we could react more than Oses growling and my startled yell, Finiuld pointed his garage door remote-looking device at the Nobek. Oses was on the ground, unconscious in an instant.
It occurred to me then that Finiuld couldn’t use his knock-out gadget when he was phased. He had to be in line with our reality for it to take effect. I didn’t know what use that might have for us in the future, and I certainly didn’t have time to consider it then. Finiuld disappeared for a moment, then showed up inside the enclosure.
I had a split second of wanting to go after the tiny bastard. Maybe it showed, because Finiuld warned me, “I promise you, he will die if you make one wrong move.”
I froze in place, almost too afraid to breathe for fear Finiuld would take it as a threat.
He smiled, pleased that I wouldn’t chance Oses’s life. “Take your fur off.”
“You want me to be naked?” If that freak planned for me to have sex with him, he could go ahead and kill both me and Oses right then. I’d go insane if Finiuld touched me that way.
Little Creep grinned. “Oh, most certainly you must be nude. I am having a party, and none of my guests have viewed an Earther female up close. They’ll want to see all of you.”
Something within me shrank to hear Finiuld’s plans for me. What else would they want to do to me? Did Ofetuchens go for Earther women in a carnal sense? Would I be raped as part of Finiuld’s entertainment?
As I hesitated, the bastard got impatient with me. “Either disrobe and come with me now, or my guests will watch the Nobek die with you screaming for his life. They would enjoy it, too.”
What could I do? Hating that nasty creature with all my heart and soul, I slipped my sheath off and stood shivering before Finiuld.
He looked me over, but not with a leer of someone who wanted to force himself on a woman. It was more like someone examining a racehorse he owned to be sure it was properly tended.
I passed muster, and Finiuld nodded. “I will touch you so we can pass through the walls. Your collar will allow it with no harm to you as long as you keep both arms at your sides and slide your feet against the floor without lifting them. Deviate, and the collar will activate. Do you understand?”
My mind flew a mile a minute. Here was something else to wonder at later, whether or not such contact meant I could pound the fucker into a grease spot on the floor. Temptation warred with prudence. I decided that now was not the time to test it, not with Oses nearby and in danger.
“I understand.”
Finiuld’s hand closed over my wrist. “Let’s go.”
I walked beside him as instructed: arms tight against my sides, my feet shuffling, taking care not to lift them any more than I had to in order to move forward.
We went through the containment field and kept going, walking straight at the small bi
t of wall between Lurb’s habitat and the always-crying Plasian’s. It was difficult not to balk as we approached the solid barrier. I had to remind myself we were phased and would pass through it without problem. That didn’t stop me from wincing and closing my eyes in anticipation of bumping my nose as we walked through the wall.
The silence of the menagerie was broken by tinkling laughter and the hum of conversation. My eyes opened again, and I found myself surrounded by more of Finiuld’s kind.
It was as if I’d been dropped in the middle of a psychotic leprechaun celebration. There were male and female Ofetuchans, at least two dozen of them. They all had that crazy, spiked, wiry hair like Finiuld’s, except in varying colors. Black hair, orange hair, fire-engine red hair, even fluorescent green hair. They were as tiny as my captor, no taller than my hip. They had those black pit eyes and tombstone teeth. Ugly fuckers. I had the sudden crazy vision of myself wearing cleats and punting them all through football goalposts. I damned near laughed out loud at the idea. That’s when I knew I was on the verge of hysteria. I was naked and about to be put on display for these nasty beings.
The floating platforms were everywhere, serving up drink and munchies, just like a party on Earth. The Little Creep critters sat on mushroom seats or stood in groups, talking. A noise, what sounded like thousands of fingernails dragging across chalkboards, swirled in the background. I later figured out it was their version of music...I think. Who the fuck knows?
The floor beneath my feet was soft, which I was to appreciate all too soon. It was a sickly pink color that clashed horribly with the Ofetuchans’ clothing. They wore the most hectic colors, all in that shiny plastic-y material Finiuld always sported. Eye-searing greens and yellows and purples and teals – it gave me a headache. Finiuld’s choice of orange was particularly grotesque.
The men preferred the waistcoats I’d grown used to seeing on Finiuld. The women wore ruffled blouses with split tails that reached to their ankles. Their real tails slithered from between those lengths of fabric. They also wore what I can best describe as tights that molded to their stumpy legs.
They were a nightmare. What I didn’t realize was that the situation was going to get much worse.
I had the idea I would stand in the middle of the room where they could walk around me, stare at my shivering body, and laugh at how odd I appeared. Yeah, I would be the oddity in this hectic hell of ugly. I should have been so lucky.
We were still phased. Our presence hadn’t been noticed. Finiuld held my wrist, keeping me out of sight. He tugged on my arm.
“On your hands and knees, Shalia.”
I didn’t bother to second-guess it. There was no point but to do as I was told, so I got down as he commanded.
Finiuld stared me in the eye. “You will remain like this unless you are ordered to do otherwise. You will obey my guests, no matter their whims. You are only a toy to be played with. If you misbehave or cause trouble, I will give you no other warnings. Oses will die horribly. There are no more chances, no more mercy. Do you understand me?”
I could tell Little Creep wasn’t fucking around. He would kill Oses by feeding him to the Tragooms. No matter what, I couldn’t let that happen. I had to live through what the party held for me. I nodded.
“I understand.”
“Be sure you do.” Finiuld narrowed his glare for an instant. Then his face wreathed itself into a happy smile (which didn’t do a damned thing for his looks) and let me go. He stepped away and announced, “Behold the Earther female!”
The members of the freak show turned to settle their gazes upon me. My heart nearly stopped beating as I became the center of attention. Then the Ofetuchans surged forward to circle me.
I can’t go into detail about what happened. The one good thing – the only good thing – was that Finiuld’s race doesn’t find Earthers appealing for sex. I was not raped. However, I was humiliated in that I was treated like an animal. I was accorded no acknowledgement as an intelligent, feeling being. The Ofetuchans petted me like a dog at the best and pinched, swatted, and groped me like a mere curiosity at the worst. They took turns riding me like a pony to great hilarity. They offered me bites of food. Obedient because I had to keep Oses safe, I tried to accept the unwanted morsels. The food was snatched away at the last second. It was my tormentors’ favorite game, and I had no choice but to play along.
They kept themselves amused for a long time. The final humiliation was being made a serving tray. I was forced to remain on my hands and knees as my back was used as a table. Pinches and tickling were delivered on occasion to make me jerk so that the contents I supported spilled. I was chastised for it, my ass paddled by unmerciful hands. Then I was loaded up with more drinks and food until someone else decided it would be fun to force me to jump.
I did my best to distract myself by taking in my surroundings and listening to conversation. I was surprised to learn the collar also served as a kind of interpreting device. The Ofetuchans spoke, and the collar translated what they said.
I gave my surroundings as much attention as I could, hoping for some clue of a way out. The room had no doors. Beings that phase themselves on a regular basis have no need for such. Escape would be harder based on that alone.
Finiuld stayed nearby, no doubt to watch me. He had no problem with his guests delivering petty abuse, so it must have been to keep me in line. I heard a bunch of inane conversation as his friends congratulated him on acquiring me right under the protective Kalquorians’ noses. He preened under the accolades, offering advice on how others might add to their collections. I crouched, the Earther serving tray, dreaming of punching Finiuld’s big teeth out and wished the nightmare would get over with.
Even in the midst of fury and misery, a line of conversation perked my ears up. A black-haired Little Creep asked the resident Little Creep, “You say extreme emotion allows the Earther to escape our voices. She is still susceptible to the pain collar?”
“Perfectly. Once I had it on her, it worked as well as it does on the rest of my stock.”
“Just be certain your navigation program and crew pilot you far from those pulsars. I would hate to hear you were killed by your animals because of a power failure. Oshesy’s stable caused quite a bit of havoc once the collars and phase unit blinked out, allowing them to kill him.”
“That poor bastard. His timing couldn’t have been worse, caught in the Adraf’s containment when it happened.”
My heart pounded with excitement. The Ofetuchans could be overcome...if chance was kind. I had little faith in chance, but a ton of faith in a certain Nobek who knew how to make his own luck. I could barely wait to return to my cell to tell Oses what I’d learned.
Unfortunately, the party dragged on for hours. Or maybe that’s just how it felt. By the time Finiuld returned me to the habitat, I shook from exhaustion.
Oses was pacing in the cage when we arrived, my abandoned fur shift clutched in his fist. Finiuld gave me the same old Death-to-the-Nobek warning he loved so much before bringing me inside. Then he let go of me. Oses, who was facing me from across the enclosure, nearly jumped out of his skin at my abrupt appearance. He raced over.
“Shalia! Are you all right? I woke up and you weren’t here and I feared the worst—”
He stopped yapping. His arms encircled me, holding me close. He glared around the habitat, as if ferocity meant a damned thing to Finiuld.
“I’m okay,” I told him. “Just fucking exhausted. I need water, Oses.”
“Of course, my poor Matara.” He picked me up and carried me the short distance to our cave where he set me down. “Don’t move. The service left water and food a couple of hours ago.”
Oses collected the meal that had arrived in my absence and brought it over. I realized I was hungry as well as thirsty. I’d been too disheartened to notice during the party. My sweetheart fed and took care of me without asking what had happened. All he asked was, “Were you injured? Someone has been spanking you, to judge from the redness of you
r ass.”
I shook my head and kept eating. Between mouthfuls I managed, “I’m okay. I’ll tell you about it in a moment.”
The food and water revived my flagging energy. When I finished, I shared the harrowing ordeal with Oses. I waited until the end of my story to tell him about the pulsar screwing up another Ofetuchan ship’s power, its connection to our collar controls, and the phase mechanism. I hoped that Finiuld had left by then and wouldn’t overhear.
Oses mused about the information for a few minutes. While he did so, I curled up in his lap, snuggling against his chest for comfort. I was glad to be with him again, even if my poor Nobek couldn’t guarantee my safety. Just having him there gave me strength.
His voice rumbled through his chest against my ear when he did speak. “The collars and phase device are powered by something on the ship. Somewhere on here is a mechanism or computer that’s running them.”
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