The two of them go back to their work, and I follow the road back to the city. Before I leave, Axl gives me a big wide robe to cover my clothes. It works wonders to keep the desert wind from covering me with dust.
I spend hours wandering around the city and taking in all the strange sights. I find the market and study all the fascinating foods and animals for sale. I’m just starting to get used to the idea of spending the next year of my life here when two big Rekyl men stop me in the middle of the street. “What are you doing out here?”
I don’t understand the problem. “I’m just looking around. I’ve never been here before.”
“I recognize you from the tournament,” one of them says. “You’re the victor’s prize.” He grabs my arm.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
He jerks me around. “Don’t try to fool me. You’re running away, and I’m taking you back. Now march!”
I struggle, but they overpower me with ease. They tie my hands behind my back and drag me back to Rami’s house. They throw me into the same room, but at the same moment, Rami and Axl show up. “What’s going on here?”
The two men square their shoulders. “We found your prize wandering the streets. We brought her back for you.”
I turn on Rami. “You said I was free to walk around. Was that all a lie?”
“Of course not.” He turns to the men. “You had no right to tie her up or to interfere with her movement around the city. This woman may be my prize, but she is not a prisoner here. You will not interfere with her again. Is that understood?”
They stare at him in stunned surprise. Then they bow their heads. “Yes, sir.”
“Untie her.”
They get the job done quick and make themselves scarce. Rami waits until the door shuts behind them. “I’m sorry that happened, but you must understand no other prize has every had freedom like this. I will pass word to the other constables to leave you alone.”
“Thank you.”
So that’s how I wound up here, on the planet Aranon. That was six months ago, and every morning, when Axl and Rami go to work, I go out into the city. I visit my friends and just last month, I started working in the market. It’s not exactly Wall Street, but it’s work I enjoy.
Every evening, I come back to this same room, where Rami and Axl and I share the evening meal and catch up on our day’s activities. Then we all fall into bed together and I roll in their arms until we all fall asleep in mutual delight and exhaustion. I never experienced such passionate desire and fulfillment from any man on Earth.
That could be from their well-endowed bodies, but I don’t think so. When they walk into the room, their eyes bore into me and my body overflows with raging, pulsating hunger. My flesh aches for their touch, and nothing will satisfy my until I give myself to them body and soul.
Is this what it means to be an alien sex slave, to have their monstrous erections driven into my craven openings every night, to be brought to the dizzying heights of heavenly rapture by two men who possess every part of me?
I lie back, and they take me for their pleasure. They spread my legs, and their fingers spread my wetness over my inflamed petals. The droplets of elixir gush down my legs to wet my back side, and I’m sitting in a pool of my own fermenting need. I want them to take me. I want them to use me. I want them to drive me to insanity with their insistent demands.
Rami kisses me while Axl spreads my legs. His fingers slide up my thigh to the haven of happiness inside, and he finds me already insatiably wet. I moan when he glides one finger inside, but that’s not enough. His tentacles slither around and poke their way into my aching box.
I ride back and forth on the bench in open lust. I need it. I want their erect flesh to split me wide open and leave me breathless and begging for more. The tentacle thickens inside me and stretches my muscles wider. Axl’s head falls between my legs, and his warm tongue laps around my taut button. He pushes my thighs apart, and another tentacle runs down between my voluptuous round curves to the dark places underneath.
Oh, I can’t stand this anymore! I want to bend over for it. I want to lie back and accept it. I want to turn any way and every way to meet the approaching storm. Tentacles slither over every limb and through every crevice. Their wetness turns me into a quivering mass of sexual excitement. I give myself over to their demands.
All of a sudden, Rami’s mouth vanishes from mine and I see him stand up in front of me. His massive manhood hangs stiff and powerful from his body, and he shoves it into my face. My mouth grabs it, and I suck it down.
I must have this. I try to pull him toward me so I can suck it, but he pins my hands above my head. He thrusts his member into my mouth and bangs it into my throat. I cry out in unrequited lust, but he’s merciless. He will determine when I suck and when I swallow.
In the meantime, Axl withdraws his tentacles and gets up on his knees between my legs. He forces his hips into me, and his hard rock nudges into my moist cleft. He widens the doorway for his rude entrance.
I can’t see anything beyond Rami’s piston hammering into my face. He dominates my whole world, when Axl’s power manhood clefts my body asunder. I shriek in agony and surprise, but the next minute, he pounds it deep into my nether tissues. I can’t hold back. He drives me wild. I hurl myself on his invading shaft, and my bodily juices overflow around its thickness. I spiral upwards into clouds of orgasmic rapture, and they anoint my being with their seedy goodness.
Then they switch places. Rami flips me over onto my knees, and Axl moves behind me with his weapon at the ready. Rami’s meat fills my mouth, and Axl’s enormous shaft plows into my blazing hole.
His hips bump against my quivering thighs, and my cocktail of essences runs down his legs to drip from his dangling jewels. His package slaps my wet body with every stroke of his rod and drives me forward to swallow his brother’s slab to the hilt.
Will it ever end? I don’t want it to. I want to take them again and again, this way and that way, all night long and forevermore, into eternity. If only my life could encompass this and nothing else, I would be happy.
I experience the heights of ecstasy again and again, every night. I go limp in their hands, and they manipulate me where and how they wish. It all leads to one inevitable conclusion, and I rocket into heaven on showers of hot sticky pleasure.
When it’s all over and we lie glowing and satisfied in each other’s arms, I don’t have to ask if they feel the same way I do. I can see it in their eyes. I can feel it in the way they run their fingers over my skin and in the way their manhood stirs all over again when we kiss.
I connect with Rami and Axl in ways I never thought possible. We can communicate more emotion through our eyes than we ever could in words. I could kiss them and stare into their bright eyes forever and never get tired of it. Sometimes, after we expend all our energies in love making, we lie awake late into the night and talk about our pasts and our hopes and plans for the future.
The strangest thing is that they never get jealous of each other. They don’t fight over me, and they enjoy watching me make love to the other one. They share me as brothers, and when we make love together, I feel married to them both as if they were one man.
I never really got into threesomes, and I never thought one would make me happy, but I’m happy here. I don’t want this to end. I never thought I would say this, but I want to stay with Axl and Rami forever.
The End
Forced
~ Bonus Story ~
An Erotic Alien Abduction Romance
Katie was looking for trouble. That was her job, hitching rides from Frisco to Baja, preying on any guy who tried to abuse a beautiful, vulnerable girl traveling alone. Because if Katie was beautiful – and she was – she was anything but vulnerable. She was a handful of kick-ass attitude with a side order of Jeet Kun Do and a mouthful of knuckles for dessert.
But when Katie hitched a lift in the desert with Tsor-Vaal, she soon discovered she had found more trouble than she ha
d ever bargained for. This ride was not going to take her to Baja or Frisco. This ride was taking her into deep space and beyond, to cruise the Milky Way, to learn mind-speak from the Valhaans, to trade arms with the Krakkan, to visit the great Naga dining hall under the ice of Enceladus – as the main course! Katie was going to experience depths of terror and heights of pleasure and passion that she had never dreamt possible.
It was a ride from which she might never return…
* * *
One
She squinted at him through the desert sun and said, “You really don’t want to do that.”
He leered, with beads of sweat on his face, “No, I really do…”
He lunged and she moved like a viper. The heel of her right hand smashed his nose. Her left already held his wrist. She twisted, yanked and hammered down on the back of his elbow. He screamed like a girl and as he bent forward she kicked him in the gut. He staggered. A small shift of her left foot and a spinning back kick caught him full in the head and sent him crashing against the wheel of his truck.
She smiled down at him as his eyes rolled back into his head. “I don’t think you did, big guy.”
She took two strides on long legs and hunkered down beside him. She found five hundred dollars in cash in his wallet, checked his pulse to make sure he was alive and stepped out onto the blacktop.
She stared along the endless snake of road that stretched from the northern horizon to the southern rim of the world. The only thing moving was the heat haze. It was four PM and she’d already made two thousand bucks that day, so she wasn’t looking for a guy to sting. She was just looking for a ride to get out of the desert.
That was when she saw the light. It was low in the sky, just above the road to the north. It was bright and she thought it must be a plane reflecting the sun. But it grew brighter and soon she realized it was shining with its own light. Mid afternoon in the desert meant that was bright. Real bright. It was maybe half a mile away and her skin started to prickle. She felt the hair on her arms stand up. A twist of fear made her heart thud. The truck roared into life and the headlamps came on.
Then it was like a tornado had struck out of nowhere. The sand was swirling in a violent fog of dust. The light was overhead, glaring down on her and there was a high-pitched screeching, like feedback at a heavy metal gig during a lead guitar solo. She put her hands to her ears and tried to run, but her legs were leaden and sluggish. She couldn’t breath. Gasping, she stared up at the brilliant orb suspended above her. For a second it seemed to glow brighter. There was a flash. Then nothing.
* * *
She awoke into darkness. Cool air on her skin told her she was naked. She tried to move but found that her ankles, her wrists and her head were immobilized. Panic gripped her. She screamed out, and as she screamed her terror turned to rage.
There was a loud clack! and she was blinded by a spotlight. The spot shifted and she could see. Cold terror crawled through her skin. There were six of them, standing, peering at her with huge, black eyes. Their heads were like large, gray pumpkins. Terror and fury were thrashing inside her like a speared shark. She stared down towards her feet. She was buck naked and strapped to what looked like an operating table.
She glared at the creatures. They were all identical. She hollered at them, “Where am I? What the fuck is going on? Let me go!”
The only answer was a high-pitched whining like that of a dentist’s drill. A metallic arm came into view over her head. Attached to it was a long, fine needle. The nearest being on her right took a hold of it and lowered it towards her chest. She uttered a ghastly, inarticulate, animal sound, as it sank into her skin.
Nausea rolled through her. She felt herself slipping but knew she could not lose consciousness. Clammy fingers took hold of her toes and groped her legs. Needles stabbed into the soles of her feet. The pain was excruciating. Rage welled inside her. She thrashed and yanked at the straps that held her down. The big eyes peered at her, searching into her soul.
Then one of the creatures took a large syringe and plunged it three inches into her belly. The agony was indescribable, but it was nothing compared to the rage that overwhelmed her. Every muscle in her body contracted into a spasm of fury. Every sinew strained against the straps that held her prisoner. The noise that came from her throat was barely human. She felt the restraints begin to give. She saw the big eyes turn toward her. Somewhere an alarm was clamoring frantically.
Then a voice spoke in her mind.
“Be peaceful. We will not harm you.”
The syringe was removed. The rage subsided slightly. Trembling she lay back, staring at them with wild eyes. They all looked at each other in unison. She said again, “Who the fuck are you? What are you doing to me?”
The nearest one gazed at her and she realized it was inserting thoughts into her head. The voice said, “Be peaceful. Tsor-Vaal is coming to you.”
After a moment there was a soft hiss. She heard a footfall and a figure loomed over her. In spite of her rage and her terror, all she could think in that moment, as she looked up him, was that he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life. He was well over six foot, broad and athletic in build. His hair was silver, long and straight. He wore a loose robe and a band around his head. His features were even and strong. His eyes were a deep blue and there was a powerful masculinity in his gaze.
She suppressed these thoughts and saw him narrow his eyes. She snarled, “Who the fuck are you? Let me go or I swear to God I will tear your fucking heart out and shove it so far up your ass you’ll be pumping blood through your fucking ears!”
His eyes widened and there was the trace of a smile on his face. She heard his voice in her head. “These seem like good reasons not to release you.” She scowled at him. He continued, “You are a rare one among your species. Your Valhaan blood is strong. You are a puma among sheep, Katie. You have the soul of a warrior. I am drawn to you.”
She said, “What are you talking about?” and then, “How do you do that, putting your thoughts in my head?”
Now he smiled and she felt warmth flow through her body. The pleasure was intense. “You can do it too. Try. I will hear you.”
She looked into his eye and with her mind she said, “Can you hear all my thoughts?”
His smile grew deeper, and as it did the warmth and pleasure in her body increased. “I can hear what you think, and feel what you feel. We are connected, Katie.”
She focused her mind and thought, “Then sense this, Tsor-Vaal. Fuck you, asshole!” Aloud she shouted, “Let me go you fucking jackass!”
The small, gray beings took a step back from the table. She was aware that she had scared them. Tsor-Vaal waved his hand. She heard him think, “Go,”
A door hissed and they departed. She and Tsor-Vaal were now alone. A strange fear coiled in her belly, mixing the thrill of panic with intense pleasure. She fought it fiercely, but the more she resisted it, the more she desired it.
His voice in her head said, “Yes, you are,” and she realized she had thought, “I am helpless…”
His robe fell to the ground. His body was muscular, but his movements were fluid and smooth. He bent and with extreme tenderness kissed her neck below her ear. Her mind was as naked and defenseless as her body, and as she thought of each of her most sexually sensitive places, so he sought them out with gentles kisses and darting flicks of his tongue. She cried out, masking her pleasure with anger. His voice, husky with lust, whispered through her feelings, “Do not resist me, surrender, it is your desire…”
She screamed and yanked on her bonds and, responding in perfect unison, he snarled and bit savagely into her neck. She arched her body with an ecstasy so intense she felt she would lose her mind. His hands gripped her wrists, slid down her arms, caressed her breasts, and took hold of her waist. Then he mounted her. He slipped between her legs and rose over her like a daemon. Every cell in her body craved him. Her loins ached and thrust up at him as of their own volition. She gritted her
teeth, pulling on her bonds to free herself, to claw at him, bite him, consume him.
With slow, irresistible power, he pushed inside her. She gasped. Her eyes locked onto his. She heard herself whimper. He bent down to her and took her mouth in his, biting her lips and her tongue as he began his slow rhythm, withdrawing, then pushing deep inside her again. His fingers brushed her nipples, sending an electric tingle through her skin. His rhythm increased in power. He put his hand over her mouth. She heard the command in her brain, “Do not breath.” Her throat contracted. His rhythm grew faster. His face grew savage and barbaric. She pulled on her bonds. Her lungs strained. He pounded inside her swelling as he did. And then he was bellowing like an enraged bull. Electricity exploded inside her, surging through her skin, contracting every muscle in her body. She gasped and the orgasm surged to a new intensity. She screamed again, feeling his pleasure flow into her own. And then they were screaming together as he thrust deeper, exploding inside her.
And then slowly he lay, with quivering breaths, on top of her, to kiss her nipples and lick the sweat from her neck. They stayed like that for a long while. Eventually he stirred and gazed at her face, searching her eyes. She said, “I detest you. I hate you. I have no words to describe how much I loath you, you son of a bitch.”
He smiled. His thoughts in her mind said, “I know what you feel. We are bound now forever. You belong to me. I have possessed you. Now I own you.”
Two
He rose and put on his robe. Katie heard the doors hiss and the pumpkin-heads came waddling in. One of them carried what appeared to be a silk robe. They released her bonds and she found that she had no strength to fight. She struggled to a sitting position and the pumpkin-head handed her the robe. Tsor-Vaal mind-spoke.
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