Capturing Carmen

by K. A Knight

  I bite my lip and crawl on my hands and knees. They want me to be like an animal, then I will. The meagre outfit holding my tits gives way, slipping from my chest. My breasts sway below me as I make my way up, one step at a time. Xal and Vrid’s eyes are drawn to my nipples, which harden under their intense stare.

  “Faster, human!” Kronk shouts, before whipping me again. I cry out, knowing they want to hear my pain. The sting only fuels my hunger for them, the burn of the blow feeding my desire.

  I get to the final step where Xal and Vrid lunge for me. I squeal when they each grab an arm and spin me to face the crowd. It’s only now that I realise just how many Totiv have gathered here to watch the ceremony. There are rows upon rows of aliens of all different colours. Some have horns and even wings, while others sport tails like my Klan. I have a moment of déjà vu, thinking back to the spectators watching me on Forsaken Mountain. All their gazes are on me, my body, lust hooding their alien eyes as they take in my naked flesh.

  Ryx stalks up the stairs like a fucking predator, his horns and eyes darkening as he sets his sights on me. My heart thumps with every step he takes and my chest heats with a potent mix of fear and desire.

  “String her up,” he commands low enough so only we can hear, and I wonder for a moment what the fuck he means. I find out quickly when Xal and Vrid pull me up in the air and clamp my wrists inside a contraption on the stage I didn’t see before. It’s a metal device reminding me of a playset one might see at a playground. Bars and rods poke out at odd angles and various chains hang off, ready to hold someone captive at any moment.

  Someone like me.

  The bar I’m hanging from is over my head, stretching my body before the crowd. Ryx shows a hint of fang before walking over to me and taking my tits in his big hands. He kneads them, hard enough to pull a gasp from my lips, before moving to my nipples. I shriek when he twists them, and I raise my legs up and smash my feet right into his stomach. He staggers back, almost falling on his ass.

  A hand slithers around my neck, giving me a squeeze, and I attempt to kick them off as Kronk pushes Ryx out of the way and stands over me like a fucking mountain. Rage and desire flash in his eyes. “That was not smart, human,” he grits out. “I guess we’ll have to fuck you into submission.” My pussy throbs as he flicks his gaze behind me and gives a curt nod. A moment later, my panties are ripped from my body, leaving me naked before the audience.

  At least that nasty wedgie is gone.

  The hand holding my neck snakes down my body to cup my pussy and I twist, trying to get out of his grasp. That’s what they want, after all, me to fight them. And I have to admit, it’s really turning me on.

  “Vrid, grab her leg and tie it to that pole,” Kronk orders, pointing to a bar.

  “Fuck you!” I scream, kicking at them as Kronk and Vrid snatch my legs and secure them to the poles on either side of my body. Xal’s grip on my pussy tightens before he lands a spank between my legs, causing a wanton groan to pull from my throat.

  “Our little human likes the pain we inflict upon her,” Kronk tells the audience. “Watch how she responds to our ministrations. Her voice might tell you she hates us, but her body will display the truth.”

  “If her body’s reaction doesn’t tell you who is in control of her, then nothing will.” Ryx’s smooth voice echoes across the colosseum. “She will be begging us to take her by the end.”

  “You wish!” I shout, yanking on the chains to no avail.

  “No, human, it is you who will wish.” Ryx stalks behind me and runs his hands up and down my sides before moving one to my nipple and the other to my slit. As he tweaks my nipple into a hard peak, he drags one finger up and down my slit, causing a wave of shivers to run through my body. “See how she shudders under my touch? Her body is mine to control, her pleasure is ours to give.”

  Ryx pinches my nipple hard, making me hiss, and dips his finger inside my lower lips, just grazing my clit.

  “Fuck,” I cry out, my body heating with desire as I try to move my hips against his hand.

  He spanks my pussy and I mewl as he lands another. Then he begins to rub again. “Not until we say, human. Your cunt is ours.” He lands one final smack, making me scream out, then pulls his hand away. I watch as a line of my arousal stretches from my cunt to his hand.

  “See how wet she is for us?” Vrid notes, as he prowls forward. “Her cunt is already dripping, and we’ve barely even touched her.” Using his hands, he pinches my pussy lips and spreads them wide, displaying my cream for all to see.

  And fuck if it doesn’t make me even hotter.

  Xal moves behind me to play with my nipples, while Vrid takes one finger and swirls it around my hole but doesn’t go inside. His touch is featherlight, and my body shakes as an orgasm grows inside me, heating my core like molten lava.

  “See how her cunt clenches with her desire?” Vrid’s deep voice makes me groan as he traces up my pussy to circle my clit, then back down to trace my hole. He does this over and over again, making my legs tremble, rattling the chains holding me.

  Xal’s grip on my nipples grows harder and harder, my clit throbbing in response.

  “Please.” My voice is just a whisper, and I can’t believe I’m already submitting. I had planned on fighting good and hard, but I can’t, I don’t want to. I just want them to fuck me.

  “What did you say?” Kronk’s voice is triumphant.

  When I pause, Vrid’s hands leave my body and Xal pinches my buds, making me cry out.

  “Please,” I say louder, making sure my Klan can hear me.

  “I don’t think she’s ready yet,” Ryx chimes in, crossing his arms over his large chest. “She’s not begging hard enough.”

  I deflate, my body thrumming with need as Xal releases my nipples. Ryx sees an opportunity and saunters up between my legs. He grips my hips and thrusts hard, his hardness rubbing up against me through his clothes. I moan when he does it again, my cream leaving a wet spot on his pants.

  “Ever worn a pair of these, human?” Ryx reaches into his pocket and pulls out two items that look like clips. I bite my lip and shake my head, not willing to trust my voice.

  “Oh, good. I love to see the look on a female’s face when she wears a pair for the first time. The clamp’s bite can sting, feel free to cry out. Your pain makes me hot.”

  My confusion only lasts for a moment before Ryx grips my tit in one hand and snaps the device on my nipple.

  “Ahh!” I scream, my cries bouncing around the colosseum.

  “Yes, female, let it out!” Ryx’s eyes shine with desire. He likes my pain as much as I do. “Again!” He moves to my other side, and I watch in a combination of terror and excitement as he clamps the device on my other nipple. Again, I scream out, tears stinging my eyes as my nipples pulse in pain.

  Ryx gives a tug on the clamps, ensuring their grip on my nipples is firm, making me mewl.

  “Fuck, it hurts,” I whine, looking down at my buds, seeing how the clamps dig into my flesh.

  “What do you think, Kronk?” Ryx asks. “Is she ready yet?”

  “Hmm.” Kronk rubs his chin as he takes Ryx’s place, eyeing me up and down. My chest heaves, every movement making the clamps dig harder into my nipples, the pain causing me to wince and moan at the same time.

  “I don’t hear any begging. I think we need to play with her more.” Kronk circles my hole with his finger then dips it inside me. I groan, my head falling back as he finger fucks me ever so slowly. Vrid stands next to him and as Kronk pulls his finger out, Vrid dips his inside. Their slow pace is maddening. My orgasm surging inside me like a violent storm. Xal scoots from behind me and adds his finger to the rotation.

  Kronk. Vrid. Xal.

  Kronk. Vrid. Xal.

  “Oh fuck!” I cry out, as tremors rack my body. My nipples no longer hurt from the sting, the bite now aiding in my pleasure. Ryx sneaks up to my other side, circling my clit as the others take turns fucking me with their hands, their fingers coated
white with my cream. All the while, they keep their snail-like pace, driving me to the brink of insanity.

  Fuck! I can’t take it anymore.

  “Please!” I shout. “Please, take me!”

  “Whose cunt is this?” Kronk yells, as they increase their pace ever so slightly.

  “Yours!” I scream in response.

  “Who possesses the right to give you pleasure and pain?” Ryx inquires.

  “You do!” I cry out.

  “Who owns this body, to whom do you belong, female?” Vrid growls.

  “Klan Marix!” I screech. “I. Am. Yours!”

  “Then come for us, human,” Kronk encourages. “Show the board how much you desire to be with Klan Marix.”

  “Oh God,” I mewl, as their fingers pick up speed.

  Kronk. Vrid. Xal.

  Kronk. Vrid. Xal.

  Ryx plays my clit like a fucking instrument as my desire comes to a boil inside me. Then my vision goes white and I throw my head back, my fingers curling into fists as my orgasm takes me over the brim of pleasure. No one else exists but the Klan and me in this moment. I scream all their names, devoting myself to the Klan, as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me.

  I don’t know how long it lasts, but it feels like hours before I come down from heaven. I open my eyes just long enough to see Ryx free his cock before impaling me on it. We both groan as he slips in and out of me. He holds my shoulders for support, making the restraints dig even farther into my wrists as he thrusts inside me, once again causing my orgasm to grow. Heat builds in my core as he fucks me with a feral rage. His fangs glisten in the light from the suns. Bringing one wrist to his mouth, he bites, and drips his blood all over my chest, causing me to orgasm immediately. I scream as spurts of his hot cum fill me.

  My body hangs limp when I feel Ryx slide out of me and another take his place. I open my eyes to find Xal between my legs, his large cock in his hands. Xal slides his fingers through my cream and rubs it all over his cock, almost making me come again. Then he grips my hips and enters me.

  His fucking is just like him. Fierce and wild. My tits bounce with each thrust, my nipples screaming in agony from the clamps as they sway up and down. Just like Ryx, Xal bites into his wrist and douses my chest in his blood. My pussy clenches as a third orgasm takes me. I scream out again, my voice becoming hoarse from my cries as Xal reaches his climax, cuming inside me.

  My chest heaves as I come down from the euphoria of my orgasm, my shoulders and wrists numb from hanging here for so long. Xal wipes his brow with the back of his hand then steps away.

  Vrid takes his place, and gently slides his fingers up and down my sides, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin. I see him smirk at my reaction, but he quickly schools his features. Vrid pumps his cock in his hand then lines up with my entrance.

  With practiced slowness, Vrid enters me. My pussy is already sore from all the fucking, but it still feels good. Vrid moves in and out of me at a steady pace and uses a thumb to flick my swollen clit. I mewl as another orgasm flares up. My clit comes back to life as Vrid plays with it while increasing his speed.

  My pussy grips his cock, milking him as a wave of heat pours over my skin. “Oh fuck!” I cry out, when Vrid bites his wrist, adding his blood to my chest. My breathing quickens and he flicks my clit once more, then I see stars. My screams of ecstasy, my cries of glory, echo in my ears as Vrid’s cum spills inside me.

  My body shakes in aftershocks, tremors racking me, exhaustion pulling at my tired eyes. But I know I have one more.

  Vrid slips out of me and Kronk steps between my legs, the leader of Klan Marix. His dark eyes feed on my body, his expression feral and untamed as he pulls his cock from his pants.

  It’s fucking massive.

  Veins swirl down his impressive length, and I lick my lips, wanting to taste them. Kronk follows the movement as he lines his massive, thick, veined cock up with my pussy.

  With one ruthless thrust, Kronk impales me on his entire length, making me cry out. He holds still inside me, letting me adjust to his size, before he begins to move. As he fucks me, he rips off one of the nipple clamps, and I scream as the blood rushes back to it, making it burn. He rubs the sore bud with a thumb then grips the other one.

  “No, no, no,” I beg, before he tears the other off. I howl in pain as he rubs it, the blood rushing back, causing agony. But I soon forget the pain as Kronk’s massive cock stretches my pussy, filling me completely. Kronk grips my ass as he begins to move faster. Sweat pours off my body as he extends his claws, digging into my skin to enhance his grip.

  “Are—you ready—to accept your role—in our Klan?” Kronk whispers. I lock eyes with him and give an almost imperceptible nod. His eyes glint with fire and he lets out a deep growl that vibrates my core, bringing another orgasm roaring to life inside me. He continues to growl in deep tones as he sinks inside me over and over.

  Sweat coats his brow as he brings his wrist to his mouth and bites. The smell of his blood is euphoric, sending me over the edge as it coats my chest. I cry out as a fifth orgasm sweeps through me, tingling every nerve ending, igniting my whole body as if I was on fire. My screams are soundless since my voice has gone hoarse long ago. My eyes roll back inside my head as my toes curl while his blood trails down my tits.

  Nothing else exists right now but Kronk and me. He drags a claw down my chest, mixing my own blood with the Klan’s. The world falls silent and my vision goes dark as I bond with Klan Marix. I feel mouths sucking on my skin, fangs digging into my body, drinking my blood. I can hear their voices inside my head, welcoming me to the Klan, devoting their lives to protecting me, because from this point forward...I. Am. Theirs.

  Emotions flood me, love, fear, anger, and sorrow, as their blood flows through me and mine through them. And when I can’t take it for another second, Kronk finally finds his release, and spills his cum inside me. Tears flow down my face as they drink from my body.

  Consuming me.

  Our spirits join on a level I can’t even begin to understand. Sounds start to filter back to my ears, but they are muffled, like hearing them through a tunnel.

  Kronk’s cock slips out of my body, and I can feel the cum from my Klan leaking out of me. Kronk says something to the crowd, to the board, about taming the famous Carmen. I feel someone smearing the cum from my pussy all over my body. Hands rub it into my belly and my tits, as another smears it all over my swollen lips. But the sounds quickly fade, and my world grows silent as I pass out into darkness. The last thought on my mind is that I hope we convinced the board to let me stay with them.

  My Klan.

  17

  Carmen

  The first thing I notice is the soreness between my thighs, the deep ache of being well used. The next is the twinging of my sore nipples, which are rubbing against something soft and slightly cool. My whole body is tender, but in the best way. I rack my mind, trying to remember what happened...was I at another frat party again? Then it all comes back.

  Klan.

  Vultana.

  Hell yes, that was hot as hell. I even liked being dominated. The mix of pain and pleasure and all those alien eyes on me turned me on so badly. Even now, just thinking about it, has me shivering in need again. Relinquishing some control did chafe me, but knowing we needed to put on an act allowed me to accept it. I just hope my mates don’t expect a submissive mate all the time, because they have another thing coming. And what was that mention of a collar?

  There’s no way in fucking hell I’ll ever allow that again.

  I reach up now, feeling for one, but soon realise my neck is bare, thank fuck. I’m down for toys, dressing up, and collars during hot, kinky sex with my mates, but I’m not wearing one like a fucking dog all day every day. I think this is going to be a learning curve for my mates and the Totiv of this city as well. I’m happy to be the person who teaches them that not all human females are meek and easily tamed.

  I’m Carmen, fucker of frat boys, Harvest House escapee, and
now mate to the most dangerous Klan in this city.

  Blinking open my eyes, I let them adjust to the slightly darkened room. I’m back in the large bed in the...didn’t they call it the sarflyn? The bed is just as big as I remember. I look around, expecting to find at least one of my mates, but I’m all alone. Where the fuck is my Klan? I was hoping to wake them up with a nice fucking claiming like they did to me. Show them exactly what I think about their cocks, mouths, and hands. They claimed me for all to see, now it’s time I claimed them and show them exactly all the skills I know.

  Stretching beneath the sheet someone has covered me in, I realise I’m naked. Kinky bastards. If they want me naked, all they had to do was ask. I take note of the pain in my wrists and shoulders, the ache between my legs reminding me of the pounding I received.

  So. Fucking. Hot.

  Sitting up, I let the sheet pool in my lap. My nipples tighten when the cool air hits them, sending an aftershock of both pain and pleasure through my body in a shiver.

  We’ll be trying those clamps again, both on me and them.

  Slipping from the huge bed, I pad on silent feet to the bathroom and quickly relieve myself. After that, I decide to see if any of my mates are awake. Opening the door to the sarflyn, I saunter around the house, not bothering to put on any clothes. I glance out the large windows and see it’s pitch-black outside. Everyone is obviously still asleep, so I head down the stairs and grab a quick drink, filling a glass with water before going back to the room.

  I did hope they would be there when I woke up. Now that we’re a Klan, we should sleep together, Kronk and all. I want their bodies and their skin against mine as I sleep, ready for whenever I feel like jumping them—which I’m betting will be often.

  As I pass through the living area, a shiver goes through me. Not one of fear or cold, but something else. I feel eyes moving over my body, tracing my skin and curves, and I know exactly which one of my mates it is.

  The sneaky little bastard, the one who likes to watch.