by K. A Knight
“Add some tongue in there, boys. This is fucking hot.”
They do as they’re told, opening their mouths to let the other man explore. I can’t help but touch myself as I watch them. I raise my leg up on the armrest so I can circle my clit with a finger as they kiss.
“Stop!” I demand, when their kiss deepens. I don’t want to make myself fucking come, but if I keep watching this, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
They pull away from each other, breathless and a little shocked. I think they fucking liked it as much as I did.
“Carmen, truth or dare,” Dallas asks me, not breaking his stare with Ryan.
“Dare.”
He glances at me, then looks at the weight training area. “I dare you to try out our still rings.”
I scrunch my face in confusion and wonder what he’s got up his sleeve. But I play my part and head behind the futon. I reach up and grab the rings as Dallas saunters in front of me. With a smirk, he pulls my legs over his shoulders and extends his tongue, tracing my slit.
“Oh, fuck yes!” I shout, as his tongue glides over my clit. My orgasm roars back to life and I hang on to the rings for dear life, fearing I might fall off in the clutches of lust. Ryan slides in behind me, and I rest my head against his shoulder as he plays with my nipples.
My clit throbs and my pussy pulses as Dallas buries his face between my legs.
“I-I’m gonna—Ahh!” I scream out as my orgasm hits me like a fucking ton of bricks. I squeeze Dallas’s head between my thighs, my knuckles turning white as I grip the rings hard while he laps at my pussy, letting me ride out the waves of a tremendous orgasm.
“Ryan, truth or dare,” I inquire breathlessly.
“Dare, babe,” he answers, as Dallas pulls my legs off his shoulders.
“I dare you to take off those fucking pesky pants of yours and lie down on the futon.”
Ryan gives my tits a final squeeze, then helps me to the ground. Dallas heads him off, lowering the back of the futon closest to the door, transforming it from a couch to a bed. Ryan slaps my ass and squeezes out from behind me. He turns and makes a show of untying his swim trunks before letting them slip off his hips.
His cock is quite nice actually. Long and firm, the slit already glistening with pre-cum.
“I said lie down. Don’t make me get the duct tape again,” I tease. He runs his hand up and down his cock before laying on his back. His cock stands erect, hard, and ready for me. I saunter over, running my hands up and down my body and crawl on top of him.
I take his mouth, grinding my wetness up and down his length as I taste his tongue. Pulling back, I sit up on my knees and grasp his cock. We both groan when I sink down onto him, is girth stretching my pussy so nicely.
I begin to move my hips, grinding front to back. Ryan reaches up and grips my nipples, holding them tight as I move, giving me the perfect amount of pain with my pleasure. I lean back and hold on to his thighs as Dallas creeps up behind me. He splays his hand on my belly and slides his fingers down to play with my clit.
“Fuck yes,” I rasp, as I chase another orgasm. My pussy clenches on Ryan’s cock and he groans loudly. The fact that I can pull such a noise from a man only turns me on even more.
I sit up and begin to bounce on Ryan’s length, taking every delicious inch of him inside me. Ryan glides his hands down my body and grips my hips as my pace quickens, my tits swaying as Dallas reaches around to cup them.
My breathing increases, and the warmth of my orgasm grows deep inside me. Still, I chase it, moving harder, quicker, taking in every sensation as their hands explore my body.
Just when I’m about to crest, Dallas drops behind me and collapses to the floor.
“What the fuck?” I exclaim, turning around.
A whoosh sounds a moment before pain sears into my neck. Immediately, I feel woozy, and turn back around to see Twen standing there with a smoking dart gun.
“Fuuuuuck,” is all I manage to say, before my vision fades and the world darkens.
3
Carmen
Ugh…
Pain rocks through my head and I groan, keeping my eyes shut and willing it to pass. What happened? Did I drink too much of Harlow’s moonshine again? It sure as shit feels like it. My body is numb, my head is pounding, and my mouth tastes cottony. Breathing through the confusion, I slowly blink my eyes open when I feel slightly more human.
Where the fuck am I?
Staring up at the reflective silver ceiling and almost blinding, bright lights, I rack my memory for what happened. It comes back in pieces... I drugged the guards… we went out… I had sex? Clenching my thighs together, I grin. Yep, I had sex. Everything after that is blurry. Was I really that drunk?
“Carmen,” comes a familiar hiss.
Turning my head, I frown when I spot Shiloh struggling to my left. She’s strapped down to what looks like a metal gurney and is completely naked. The panic on her face is clear as she claws uselessly at the restraints. I lift my head as high as I can and, yep, spot all the other girls. Daisy is still knocked out, Tatiana is just waking up, and Harlow is lying motionless, looking terrified.
What the fuck?
“What happened? Where are we?” I ask, coughing to clear my dry and scratchy throat.
Shiloh stops struggling and stares at me with tears in her eyes, which enrages me more than anything and gets me moving. “They found us at the frat house, Car. They drugged us and we woke up here. What are they going to do?” she whispers, and I look over to see Harlow’s gaze pleading at me for answers.
Running through all possible scenarios in my head, I fake confidence and reply, “They can’t hurt us, we’re precious, remember?” When I still see the doubt on their faces, I continue, “It’s probably a stunt to scare us into behaving. Calm down and take a deep breath. Harls, check on Tatiana and Daisy, wake them if you can. Shiloh, try and figure out where we are.” They still stare at me with worry and fear in their eyes, so I give them an encouraging smile. “I’ll try and figure us a way out.”
Just as I say that, I hear the whoosh of air behind me as a door opens. “I’m afraid you aren’t going anywhere, girls,” announces a strangely soothing, though unfamiliar, voice. I know all the doctors and guards in the Harvest House and that isn’t one of them.
I hear Harlow waking Daisy and Tatiana by calling for them, so I concentrate on the man—no, alien—as he comes around my gurney and peers down at me with a blank expression.
He glances at the tablet in his hand and then back at me, his lips curving up into what I’m guessing is supposed to be a reassuring smile. He has no nose or eyebrows, just two deep-set, pink eyes and thin lips. He has high cheekbones and sunken cheeks, giving him a gaunt appearance. His hair is pink and fluffy, but I can’t make out the rest of him, because he’s wearing a jumpsuit in a black, stretchy material that covers him from the neck down. He only has four long fingers which, as I watch, move abnormally, like he has extra joints.
“Carmen, correct? Born January fifteenth, blood type O.” He reels off the information before looking at me for confirmation.
“You forgot sex fiend, knife master, and all-around goddess,” I add, getting comfy on the table as I talk.
I hear one of the other girls laugh and I smirk, glad that I could help calm them down. The alien frowns at me and stops typing. “Sex fiend?” he exclaims, his eyes widening. “No, that’s not possible. You are pure.” He starts making a high-pitched whining noise and I look around him dramatically as much as the restraints allow.
“Could I have a new alien? I think I broke mine!” I call loudly. The girls’ sniggers start up again.
I hear the door open and two more aliens join the first. They begin talking animatedly, so I tune them out and gaze around for a way to free us. If Vew thinks I’m going to crack and start crying or apologizing, he has another thing coming.
“Is this like in the movies when you say ‘probing time?’ It is, isn’t it? Bring it on, boys, probe
away, everyone loves a good probing. In fact, probe my brains out!” I shout, laughing.
The aliens stop then, staring down at me. The blue one on the left blinks, a double eyelid dropping down as he stares at me aghast. The pink one in the middle is still gaping, and the green one on the right is stone-faced as he watches me.
“It lies,” the green one states. “We have to examine them anyway, let’s do that.”
“Examine me, you say? Go ahead, I’m ready for my physical, doctor,” I purr, before bursting out laughing once again.
The blue one glances at the others. “Do you think the drugs have affected this one’s brain? She seems quite unstable,” he muses.
“Nope, sorry to disappoint, blue man. I was born this fuck-tastic,” I taunt.
“That word is not translating,” the pink one says, frowning.
“No? How about fuck-god, fucking-brilliant, fucking-best-bitch-on-this-planet?” I offer with a sweet smile.
“I think she is implying she is the best?” the blue one suggests, still blinking nervously.
“I think you are right, the drugs clearly have had a negative effect on the human’s mental stability,” the green one agrees.
Pinky starts whining again. “That isn’t good, they need all five girls.”
“I’m going to stop your gossip fest right here, Pinky and the Brain. I’m not adversely affected by the drugs, I’m just this fucking amazing. Proceed with your examination.” I would wave my hand, but they’re tied to the gurney, so I give them a patient look. “Would you be ever so kind as to tell me what’s happening though?”
Pinky shares a glance with the others before his lips thin even more. “You are being tested because we are preparing you for the retrieval.” With that, he moves away, as do the others, but my mind catches on that one specific word—retrieval.
“What? That wasn’t supposed to happen for thirty more days. Hey!” I call, but they ignore me, which is hard to do. As they move around the room, checking each girl, I holler and shout. I start with dirty thoughts, then insults, and then I start to sing a really profane 90s rap jam, but they still ignore me.
“We will start with her.” Green jerks his head to me from where they are gathered in the middle of the room, each with a tray of what looks like vials of blood.
I stop myself mid-chorus of “Baby Got Back” and focus on them again as they head my way and surround my gurney. “It was that last line, wasn’t it? You all like big butts?” I comment.
“We have fifteen Klans to test, let us begin,” Pinky states, and I blink.
In all our time learning what our lives would be like… they never explained this.
Tested?
Tested how?
Not a minute later, I get my answer. If I could go back, I would kick Po’s ass. I’m betting he didn’t tell us this for that exact reason. Breathing deeply, I center myself, because if I freak out or scream, the others will too. I need to show them it’s okay, I need to give them my strength. Just another obstacle until I get my aliens.
The blue alien grabs a vial of blood from the tray and presses it to my lips. I struggle at first, mainly because I feel like I should, but the straps holding me down bite into my wrists and ankles, so I give up. I never thought I’d be drinking blood, but I can’t deny blood hasn’t featured in my fantasies before.
“What? Not even some knife play first? How sad,” I mutter, before sputtering as they tip the blood into my mouth and force me to swallow.
Once I’m done swallowing—hehe—I grin, my white teeth undoubtedly covered in blood. The alien flinches back at the sight. “Never took you for the kinky one, just shows the more you know.” I laugh.
I can feel the tension from the other girls lessen at this, so I keep going. “I figured Greeny over there would be the kinky one—likes it rough, maybe into choking—” I gasp then, my eyes flaring wide.
Pain surges through my body as if carried in my bloodstream, burning me from the inside out. It starts off small, almost as if I’m too close to an open flame, but before I know it, it’s a roaring inferno. I’m being burned from the inside out. My fingers curl into fists as I gasp and writhe, the pain never once giving up. My eyes blur with tears, which fall down my cheeks as my scream catches in my throat. I’m locked in agony until, suddenly, it fades away.
Slumping onto the gurney, I shake away the tears and sniff, blinking hard until I can see again. The aliens are watching me, so I open my mouth. “Damn, kinky as hell,” I croak.
They obviously take that as a good sign, because I watch Pinky note something before another vial is pushed to my lips and I’m forced to swallow again. I keep silent this time, which is strange for me, as I wait for the pain. At first, I think this isn’t going to be bad, but it builds like the other until I’m screaming in agony, worse than before. My skin feels as if it’s being burned from my body, everything an open wound, locked in minutes of pain until it fades away. I spend a minute relearning how to breathe before lifting my head and checking myself over. Not a blemish on my skin.
What the fuck?
Looking back up at the aliens, I refuse to let them see me weak again. “Damn, you could have at least let me come first,” I gripe.
Another vial is pushed to my lips, and this time there is no pain. A soft feeling fills me, like butterfly wings stroking me all over, or like my favourite blanket. I feel safe as a warmth erupts in my chest, but I don’t trust it. Pinky once again makes notes as another vial is thrust down my throat. We repeat this again and again, me never knowing which will cause me to scream and writhe, and which will make me relax onto the table in peace. Each one seems to be different strengths, either more or less painful. Then there’s the safe, happy feeling, like a soft kiss or a hug so tight you don’t want to let go.
When there are no more vials left, I’m a sweaty, pissed off mess on the gurney. I level the aliens with a glare, but they pay me no mind as they chatter among themselves about my reactions, Klans, and matches.
“You really need to learn to mix your pain with pleasure,” I grouse, still sassy as ever. “You can’t just stick a cock in the arse and expect to make a girl come, you got to prepare her. Hey, want some sex lessons? We could cover the basics—pain play, knife play, air play, missionary, if you’re into that vanilla ass shit,” I offer, but they continue to ignore me and walk away, heading to Shiloh. I start to struggle then. I can deal with them hurting me, bring it the fuck on, but they can’t hurt my girls.
Oh God, Daisy.
I struggle harder, screaming at them, and maybe that’s why I don’t see the needle coming from Pinky, the bastard. I slump onto the table, my vision darkening as I watch them prepare the vials and approach Shiloh.
I pass out with the word ‘bastard’ on my lips and Shiloh’s screams ringing in my ears.
I wake up with an aching head again. This time, I keep still and sort through my jumbled thoughts and memories until I remember what happened.
Those bastards.
Cracking open my eyes, I have a moment where it feels as if the room is spinning, but then I realise my head is dangling off the back of a chair. Groaning, I sit up, and that’s when I notice the whispers. As I swivel around on the seat, the whispers cut off, and I spot the other girls sitting on two sofas behind me. Their eyes light up.
“Thank God,” Shiloh yells.
“It’s about time you woke up,” Harlow says sarcastically.
“I’m freaking out,” Tatiana admits.
I look to Daisy. “Fill me in on what I missed.” I know she will be the most logical and get to the point quicker than the others.
She straightens in her seat. “Once you were knocked out, they tested all the blood on us too. From my understanding, it was to see which Klans we are compatible with to better divide us among them. The stronger the positive reaction, the better mates we would make, the stronger the pain, the worse the match. We each had different reactions and I believe they are analysing our results. We were then guided in
here and locked in with guards. From the snippets of conversation I overheard—”
“Spied on,” Shiloh coughs.
“I gathered we’re on our way to Oxious to be Harvested. It seems our ‘wild’ night out moved up their timeline, since they wished to ensure we were given over before we could…” She trails off then, looking away with a blush. “Become tainted and unwanted by our mates,” she finishes.
I snort, but get up and stretch. My muscles ache and my bones crack from being tied down in the same position for so long. I swallow and grimace at the nasty feeling in my mouth. Looking around the room, my eyebrows climb.
Not too shabby.
We are locked in some kind of bedroom. The slight mechanical hum under my feet clues me in that we’re on a spaceship, heading to our new home. Guess they aren’t wasting any time.
I prowl around the room, searching for entrances and exits. The cream sliding door leading out of the room is locked, a red light glaring at me from the palm and retina scanner next to it as if taunting me to try and escape. I guess they aren’t taking any chances anymore. There’s a window next to the very large bed, and as I gaze through it, all I see is utter blackness, confirming we are in space and hurtling towards Oxious. I know from my studies that it will only take two days to get there. Since I have no idea how long I was knocked out, I have no frame of reference for our time spent on this alien ship.
A nervous-excited feeling builds in the bottom of my stomach, making me grin as I throw myself down on the sofa and lay my head on Shiloh’s lap. Soon... soon I will have my mates and my life will really begin. I look up at Shiloh with a grin. “Want that lesson now?” I joke, already bored with sitting still.
She scoffs and pushes me off, but I catch the flare of interest in her eyes, making me laugh as I jump up and start pacing around the room. It’s only then I realise I’m still naked, while all the other girls are dressed. Daisy follows my gaze and blushes.