by Renee Rose
Kein takes my hands and pulls them behind my head. Restraints slink around my wrists, even as his hands glide down my arms, up my side, wedging between us to torture my nipples with pinches that make me whimper and gush on Cal’s cock.
Alternating, they take turns fucking me in teasing thrusts until I’m shaking and crying with my need.
My breath catches as the wet head of Cal’s cock pushes at my bottom hole, breaching just past my tight sphincter, his large hands spreading my cheeks wide open. Hands at my back and hips hold me in place, not letting me inch forward or away. The stretch is immense and burns even as the oil and my own natural moisture ease his entry. Inch by inch he inches forward, not stopping until his thighs rest against the back of my legs.
Split in two, I begin to tremble as the burning stretch turns to a warm pulse. Kein’s thick length is wedged against my wet slit, a throbbing reminder.
I clench tight on Cal’s cock as he glides out until just the tip remains inside me. “Relax,” he chokes, as he slaps my hip.
And I try, but it’s hard. Especially when Kein eases his hips back and his cock pushes forward seeking entrance.
I gasp, panting. It’s too much. I’m overfull and stretched farther than ever before.
A tender hand strokes my cheek, lifts my chin. “My zepka. Let us in.” Kein’s steady gaze calms me, and my panic instantly abates, my internal muscles relaxing.
They push in at the same time, and I’m made new. They start up a rhythm—when one pushes in, the other retreats, until they sync up, both thrusting into me, filling me and emptying me at the same time, again and again.
Swamped with sensation, practically vibrating now with the need to release instead of panic. I need, I need more. I’m so close.
Fingers reach between bodies to stroke over my clit as they piston inside me.
With a broken cry, my body breaks, splinters into a million pieces as they slam into me. Their knots grow swelling inside me. Cal jerks out even as Kein stretches me impossibly still. Warmth splashes my back and thighs. It fills and gushes out as I tense and come again in a shaky orgasm that takes what little strength was left in me.
Limp, I lie slumped over Kein, his steady heartbeat pounding in my ear. Gentle hands clean me, release my wrists.
Still lodged inside me, Kein turns us to our sides. A covering drops over us. Cal’s warmth moves in and cradles my back. Hands stroke over me. Lips kiss my mouth, my face and shoulders. Cal’s slick cock nudges at my tender entrance. I whimper as he fills me once again, but he does not move and neither does Kein.
Replete and full of my men, I drift to sleep in the tangle of limbs and surrounded by my new family, in my new home, on my new world, more than content.
Happy.
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Pallid Slave
by
Alta Hensley
Chapter One
I hated white. I hated the color that would forever be my curse. White epitomized death. A color once believed to symbolize purity, perfection, new beginnings and life, now represented destruction. When I saw white, I saw the darkest shadows in the depths of hell. Colorless yet black as coal.
Marching in line through the ruins of a city that once stood so bold and bright, now crumbled all around. Prosperous replaced with poverty. Peace replaced with war. Life replaced with death. I marched with all the other defeated soldiers to meet my new fate. And although I would leave this God-forsaken planet, I would never be able to leave the white.
Looking down at my worn leather boots, I remembered the day I had first put them on. Blisters formed as I broke them in, and I had no idea at the time that I would be marching to the intake area to receive my next assignment as a captured Unin, never to be free again.
“Color?”
Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked at the irritated woman before me. Her purple-tinted fingers tapped away on her information pad, never looking up as she spoke.
“Color?” she asked again, a little louder this time. “Come now, I don’t have all day. What color were you?”
“Blue,” I squeaked out. Clearing my throat, I added, “I was blue before.”
“Cause of death of your twin?”
I couldn’t help but cringe with the pain of having to recall my sister and the way she died. The memory was like a sharp stab to the heart. I didn’t want to answer the woman, but figured I had no choice in the matter. I was just one of many going through the intake process.
“Shot. She died in the battle of Vex.”
The woman nodded as if she had heard that answer many times before, and most likely she had. The battle had taken over 22,000 lives—my twin sister being one of them. Somehow, I managed to walk away alive; yet lost my sister, my soul, and my lifeblood.
“Lifeblood color of your sister?” The woman continued on with the interview.
“Pink.”
Looking down at my milky-white hands, all signs of my blue hue forever gone, I closed my eyes trying to block out the painful memory of watching my sister take a bullet to the head. As her life left her body, all lifeblood left mine. As her eyes went black, my skin went white. Pink evaporated from her body the same time the blue dissipated from my own.
“Your name and original planet?”
“Truth,” I answered not much louder than a whisper. “My name is Truth from the planet of Unin.”
“An original Unin?”
“Yes.”
“And your sister’s name?”
Clenching my fist, and doing the best I could to control my temper, I took a deep breath. Why did this woman need to know anything about my sister? It wasn’t like my sister was now a Pallid Slave about to be shipped off to one of the working planets. That honor rested with me. Her color, her cause of death, or anything about her was not important anymore. My twin sister, Trinity, was gone and the less I had to relive the memory, the better.
“Sister’s name?” the woman asked with more authority this time.
“Trinity,” I snapped.
For the first time, the woman looked up from her one-finger tapping. She clearly didn’t like the way I spoke to her, but at this point, I didn’t have much to lose. I was already deemed a Pallid Slave, and I was being sent to an unknown far off planet to do some type of backbreaking duties. My home of Unin had all but been destroyed, and what was left was quickly being devastated by civil wars throughout. Everything I once believed, once knew, once fought ruthlessly to protect, had now vanished.
For centuries, Lifeblood Twins were believed to hold a special gift—a possible answer for immortality. Each twin would be born a different color that didn’t exactly make the entire skin a solid hue, but rather it would illuminate from underneath. The opalescent beauty of lifeblood held a mysticism still undiscovered. Lifeblood Twins were thought to be descendants of an ancient God who used lifeblood for eternal existence. To be born with lifeblood, put you at a level of superiority. You held the possible key to everlasting life. Being born a twin with lifeblood was once a gift rather than the curse it was now.
That was until the invasion of Dren. The Drenkens killed thousands upon thousands all to gain the knowledge on how to recreate the lifeblood that flowed beneath our skin. Their quest for immortality, fueled by a merciless need for power, brought on three decades’ worth of war. They failed in this mission, but they did not fail in destroying Unin. In fear that all the LifeBlood Twins would soon become extinct due to the heavy battles, and that they would lose all hope in discovering if, in fact, our blood did hold the secret to immortality, a treaty was eventually crea
ted that protected the Unin Lifeblood Twins as long as the lifeblood ran through our veins. The lifeblood still served a purpose—or at least the Drenken believed so—but if the lifeblood left any citizen of Unin, the terms of the agreement was that the remaining twin would become a Pallid Slave. We became useless other than to serve in the workforce. A Lifeblood Twin was no longer sacred—or protected under the treaty—without the other twin alive. And it wasn’t like this could ever be a secret. If one twin died, the lifeblood would die as well. The sign of no lifeblood was absolutely no color. A ghostly, waxen twin would be left standing.
So here I was. A Pallid Slave. Colorless. Alone. Where once an opalescence of azure flowed freely beneath my skin, what now remained was a wraith-like non-existence of pigment.
The woman reached into a box and pulled out two wristbands made of metal—one blue, the other pink. “Here, put these on. Blue on your right.”
I did as she asked, snapping both closed. It seemed odd to see the colors of what once belonged to my sister and me pressed tightly against my white flesh. It was a painful reminder that the only color in my life would now be limited to the two bracelets branding me as a Pallid.
“Skills?” the woman asked. Her voice irritated me, and I seriously considered, for a moment, taking her life by reaching out and snapping her neck, but then it wouldn’t be fair to her other twin who would become a Pallid Slave at no fault of her own.
“Skills?” she asked again.
“Killing people,” I answered truthfully between tightly clenched teeth. It truly was the only thing I was good at. Being born during the Drenken invasion, I was brought up to fight. Going to battle was inevitable, so learning the skills of war from the time I could walk was the focus of the Unins. I was raised by commanders and generals in one of many soldier camps, only to become skilled enough to kill before being sent off to war. It was the way of the Unins and what had become of the Lifeblood Twins. There were no loving mothers or protective fathers. Parents’ only purpose was for procreating more soldiers to drive out the Drenken, and sending them off to the camps as soon as the toddler years had passed.
She looked up at me emotionless. “Five,” she said.
“Excuse me?” Not understanding what she meant by simply stating a number.
“Landing bay five. Go stand on the marked spot and wait there.” She looked back down at her pad and motioned for the next Pallid Slave behind me to stand before her.
It didn’t seem I had much of a choice but to proceed forward and scan the large landing stage for my assigned number. The roar of the engines from all the transport ships reverberated against the soles of my feet as I walked on the metal dock. It appeared that about ten ships were landing as twenty were taking off. Pallid Slaves lined up all around me awaiting their fates. Even though there were Drenken soldiers everywhere, armed and ready for a fight, there was no need for them to even be on guard. Everyone seemed so compliant, as if when the lifeblood left our bodies, so did all our fight. Colorless figures stood at attention, but rather than going to war as we were all trained to do, we were standing in line to be a slave. Shoulders drooping, heads down, these once legendary Lifeblood Twins now stood as broken, milky, and chalky shells. I understood the pain. Losing your Lifeblood Twin was the same as dying. There was nothing left to give.
As I walked by all the others, I finally saw the number five etched into a metal post. Unlike all the other numbered bays, no one stood there to join me in the journey to wherever my vessel took me. Actually, it was better that way. I had no desire to talk with anyone unless I had to. Friendships did not exist in my world. Killing machines did not have connections, bonds, or any feelings toward another person—unless you count your twin. Your twin being the one person you needed…for lifeblood.
Approaching the landing pod, I saw what I could only assume was my transport vessel coming in for a landing. It seemed older than some of the others, and definitely much smaller. This ship wouldn’t have a chance in transporting the larger numbers of Unins who waited on different bays, and I actually wondered if there would even be enough room for me with the crew. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter what my ship looked like, how big it was, or where I was even going. I just wanted to leave Unin and all the sadness this planet possessed. Disappointed, defeated, and dead. That is all that remained. Anything would be better than this.
Standing with my hands behind my back, legs shoulder-width apart, as any good soldier would do, I watched the ship’s cargo hold open and a man walk out from the depths of its belly. His dark hair, dark eyes, and muscular body were all lost on the fact that his prismatic skin shone bright with a golden glow. The lifeblood ran beneath his skin. This man…was a Lifeblood Twin. What was he doing working as a slave carrier? He was one of us! Why was he not on the battleground fighting for his people and fighting for the cause?
He marched forward, squinting against the bright lights that beamed down onto the landing strip, blinking and then focusing his gaze on me. Taking a quick moment to size me up, he continued to walk until he stood right in front of me.
“I guess you are the lucky Pallid Slave who gets to come with us.” He didn’t reach out to grab me, or seize my arm or anything of hostile nature like a Drenken would, but merely stood awaiting my next move. He didn’t smile, but he did have a somewhat pleasant demeanor about him.
“You’re a Lifeblood Twin,” I said, almost accusingly so.
“Yes,” he simply stated.
“Your twin?”
“Inside. Waiting. And he doesn’t like to be delayed long, so let’s get going.” He offered his hand for me to take. I looked down at his palm and studied the way the golden lifeblood flowed beneath his skin. The lustrous effect almost took my breath away. It had been too long since I last saw such flowing beauty. His body lit up from within, much like mine once did.
“Where are we going?” I asked, not wanting to take his hand, but I still walked toward the ship.
“They didn’t tell you?”
“I didn’t ask.”
As we crossed the cargo threshold, I turned to look at my planet one last time. I silently said goodbye to the place I’d called home. Trees were long gone, birds now extinct, and a constant white haze hung low in the horizon. This was no planet. It was just a white box threatening to suffocate anyone who remained. Swallowing back the lump in the back of my throat, I looked up at my carrier, who seemed uncomfortable and uneasy.
He pointed to a door to my right. “Go on inside, and prepare for takeoff. My brother hates this planet and doesn’t want to be docked here any longer than he has to be.” He put his hand on my back gently to lead me in the direction, but I flinched against his touch and walked a little faster to avoid any contact.
Crossing the threshold of the control room, I could actually taste the electricity in the air. The metallic smell singed the hair in my nostrils, and the thick odor of diesel caused tears to form in my eyes. I wondered if the simplest spark would set the entire ship into a big ball of flames.
A deep command came from the pilot’s chair. “Sit down and buckle up. We’re leaving now.”
“That’s my brother, Pike,” the first twin said as he gently guided me to an empty seat that was bolted against the far right side of the bridge. “I’m Cross by the way. We saw on your stats report that your name is Truth. Is that correct?”
I didn’t respond and silently took my position, taking hold of the straps and latching them across my body. The frayed edges, and the musty smell proved the brothers had transported many a slave to their final destination. But with the inadequate size of this ship, clearly one slave at a time.
Cross took the seat next to his brother Pike, and they both prepared for takeoff. With the bulkiness of the chair, the shadows in the room, and the way all the lights of the control panel lit up the area, I couldn’t make out the color of Pike’s lifeblood. Not that it really mattered I guess, but curiosity caused me to strain my neck to see if I could catch a glimpse. His brother Cr
oss had a magnificent shade of gold, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Pike had the same level of vividness.
The rumble of the engine shook my body as the ship readied for takeoff. Lights, bells, and the sound of the brothers pushing buttons and flipping switches would be the last thing I would hear on the planet of Unin. A very sad ending and sendoff.
Cross looked over his shoulder at me and asked, “Are you all set? Ready to go?”
I nodded in response, then I closed my eyes and silently bid farewell to a planet, to a life, and to a sister that were all no more. From this moment on, I would be Truth—the Pallid Slave.
Chapter Two
Saying I was tired would have been an understatement. The fact that by simply closing my eyes for a second, sent me into a deep dreamless sleep, proved my level of exhaustion. I had slept entirely through takeoff and exiting the atmosphere. I could only assume that with a ship of this size and age, entering into space could not have been a smooth process—and yet, I slept through it all. It wasn’t until I was being shaken awake by Cross that I finally stirred from my slumber.
“Come on. Let me show you to your quarters,” he said with a smile. A smile…I hadn’t seen a smile since…well, I wasn’t sure when the last time was.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked out the large windows. Nothing but black with far off shimmers of light. For the first time in my life, I was in space and no longer on Unin.
An overwhelming sense of sadness overtook me when I remembered that my sister and I had often fantasized about flying amongst the stars and planets. We wanted to leave Unin and explore what the vastness of the sky had hidden in the depths of blackness. As very young children, Trinity and I would talk about how we would eat the tiny little stars like candy.