Alien Conquest

by Tracy St. John

  At last she qui­eted, her head drop­ping to rest on his thickly mus­cled shoul­der. “Matara, Matara,” he whis­pered, his hands stroking up and down her body. “You en­joyed my dis­ci­pline to the point of cli­max. You are twice the trea­sure I hoped for.”

  Li­don moved to stand be­fore her, pulling his form­suit free of his torso, yank­ing it down to the boots that came to knee height. Cas­sidy looked at him, his mas­cu­line flesh point­ing at her like twin di­vin­ing rods. The re­mains of her cli­max still rip­pling through her belly, she thrust her hips to­wards him.

  Li­don closed the dis­tance be­tween them, his sexes go­ing to their in­tended ori­fices, as if drawn by an ir­re­sistible force. His first thrust was heady de­light, and Cas­sidy’s head fell back, her ec­static groan fall­ing from her lips.

  Li­don kissed her, his tongue as won­der­fully de­mand­ing as the penises drum­ming into her, fill­ing her over and over again with deca­dent abun­dance. His strong arms held her close, en­velop­ing her in a de­mand­ing em­brace. She moaned into his mouth, her loins catch­ing fire again. His hands buried in her hair, hold­ing her firmly in place as he plun­dered her mouth. His hard body was a per­fect coun­ter­point to her soft­ness, and her flesh molded against him. She was be­witched by Li­don’s un­yield­ing sense of en­ti­tle­ment to take what he wanted from her. The more he im­posed his will, the more ea­gerly she suc­cumbed.

  If only she didn’t want Li­don and his clan­mates so much … how could she be saved when their ev­ery las­civ­i­ous de­mand thrilled her to her very soul?

  The Nobek’s groin moved against her cli­toris, stim­u­lat­ing her un­til Cas­sidy jerked help­lessly in her bonds, her sex spas­ming hard to draw his essence from him. They came to­gether, shud­der­ing against each other as pas­sion had its way with them.

  Af­ter­ward, Li­don pressed ten­der kisses all over her face, mur­mur­ing gen­tle words of grat­i­tude and praise. She basked in the warmth of his at­ten­tion, the lov­ing ges­tures so at odds with the brute’s evil na­ture.

  But as Cas­sidy’s lust ebbed, the judg­men­tal in­ner voice resur­faced, steal­ing the joy of af­ter­glow from her sated body.

  Shame­less whore. Vile, im­moral crea­ture. You de­serve to burn in Hell.

  “No,” she whis­pered.

  Just an­other lewd slut. She taught you well, didn’t she?

  “Stop. I couldn’t help it.” Tears over­flowed her eyes.

  “Cas­sidy?”

  Af­ter all I’ve done for you, all the work to res­cue your soul, you still in­sist on re­peat­ing her sins.

  “It’s not my fault!” she shrieked. “Shut up!”

  “Cas­sidy, calm down.”

  You are your mother’s child, not worth sav­ing.

  “No! Not like her! Not like her!” Cas­sidy buried her face against the strong, warm chest of the man in front of her, des­per­ate to hide from scathing dis­gust in her head.

  “De­gorsk, re­turn to quar­ters im­me­di­ately.”

  The mus­cu­lar arms around Cas­sidy’s body tight­ened as if to shield her from the ac­cu­sa­tions that came louder and louder. She hud­dled against Li­don, seek­ing pro­tec­tion.

  Whore! For­ni­ca­tor! Slut!

  Cas­sidy crum­bled be­neath the judg­ments. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I won’t be like my mother. I prom­ise to be good!” Her plead­ing voice filled the air de­spite the muf­fling pres­sure of the body her face pressed against. She hadn’t re­ally meant to sin, to break the law. They would kill her if they found out.

  The sound of the room’s door open­ing and thump­ing foot­steps made her scream. They were com­ing for her, com­ing to brand her sin­ful flesh, com­ing to beat her un­til she was bloody and bro­ken. Com­ing for her as they had come for her mother.

  Pres­sure against her neck. De­gorsk’s gen­tle voice. “It is all right, pre­cious girl. You will have a nice sleep now and feel bet­ter.”

  The hand­some dark face filled her vi­sion. He was one of the men who had put her in dan­ger, but he was one of her sav­iors too. The au­thor­i­ties couldn’t take her, not with the three aliens de­fend­ing her and act­ing as liv­ing shields against the judges and ex­e­cu­tion­ers.

  “Don’t let them take me. Don’t let them put me in the prison.”

  “You are safe, Cas­sidy. No one is tak­ing you from us.” That was Tra­nis, and he spoke with grave re­as­sur­ance.

  “I didn’t mean to be like her. I tried to be good.” Her eyes slid shut.

  “You are a very good per­son, my love. You have noth­ing to be ashamed of.”

  The kind voices drove the ugly ones in her head away, and she held onto them as sleep de­scended.

  * * * *

  The men re­leased Cas­sidy from the shack­les and took her to the sleep­ing mat. De­gorsk smeared sooth­ing cream on her red­dened but­tocks while Tra­nis held her. Mean­while, Li­don filled in his clan on what had hap­pened in their ab­sence: de­cod­ing the strange ‘Ar­maged­don’ en­try, Cas­sidy’s over­whelm­ingly pos­i­tive re­sponse to dis­ci­pline, and her hys­ter­i­cal nega­tion of be­ing like her mother.

  As he lay Cas­sidy on the bed, Tra­nis said, “I’m be­gin­ning to won­der the same as you, my Imdiko. Are we do­ing the right thing by forc­ing her to face her sex­ual ap­petites?” He wiped away the tears still cling­ing to Cas­sidy’s cheeks, as if by do­ing so he could erase her pain. The raw agony in the words she’d spo­ken dug at his heart.

  De­gorsk handed Li­don the last of the anti-grav cuffs. “The method of mak­ing Earther women slaves to their de­sires, fol­lowed by re­build­ing their self-es­teem, has been the most suc­cess­ful where forced co­er­cion has been re­quired. At least that’s what the board says.” The Imdiko squeezed Tra­nis’ shoul­der. “I agree it’s painful to watch her suf­fer emo­tion­ally, but we’re giv­ing her a bet­ter life in the end. That’s what I keep telling my­self, any­way.”

  Li­don put the cuffs away in their drawer. “We’re not just see­ing to Cas­sidy’s phys­i­cal needs. This clan is go­ing to give her a life where she’s treated like the in­tel­li­gent per­son she is. She’s a strong woman and needs a strong hand. Stop sec­ond-guess­ing ev­ery­thing, De­gorsk.”

  “That’s easy for you to say. This so-called en­forced ther­apy seems to be mak­ing some of the women worse rather than bet­ter.” De­gorsk gri­maced at Tra­nis. “This may get my ass kicked by my med­i­cal su­pe­ri­ors, but I’ve or­dered my staff to work with the women on an in­di­vid­ual ba­sis rather than one-size-fits-all. We’re find­ing that some re­quire ex­tremely gen­tle han­dling. Oth­ers are more like our Cas­sidy when it comes to be­ing dom­i­nated. They re­spond well to it.”

  “Cas­sidy is that way only with sex,” Li­don said. “Once we get her head on straight and erase this idea of fuck­ing be­ing evil, Cas­sidy is go­ing to be a strong woman. Just be­cause she prefers to sur­ren­der in our bed does not mean she’ll do so oth­er­wise.”

  Tra­nis felt a throb of ex­cite­ment at his Nobek’s words. He was not in­ter­ested in see­ing his tough lit­tle Matara weak­ened. “You think she will thrive in the en­vi­ron­ment of our in­flu­ence?”

  Li­don nod­ded. “Cas­sidy will not only thrive, she will ex­cel. In my opin­ion, the gen­eral com­mit­ted a heinous crime by end­ing her ed­u­ca­tion. You should see the log of the books she read on that de­vice she kept hid­den.”

  “Such as?”

  “Mostly ad­vanced sci­en­tific the­o­ries and math­e­mat­ics, along with po­lit­i­cal dis­ser­ta­tions. I ad­mit what she’s stud­ied gave me a headache, and you know what my in­tel­li­gence scores are. If she grasps even half of what she’s read, she pos­sesses a for­mi­da­ble mind. De­gorsk, I think you should test her ap­ti­tudes.”

  “I’ll do that.”

  Tra­nis frowned, more dis�
�turbed than ever. “If her mind is that su­pe­rior, I fear what we’re do­ing may in­flict more harm than good. It’s es­sen­tially brain­wash­ing.”

  Li­don snorted. “She’s al­ready a vic­tim of that by her own peo­ple.”

  De­gorsk smiled sadly at them, an odd ex­pres­sion for Tra­nis’ usu­ally ir­rev­er­ent clan­mate. “I’ve heard back from Dr. Govi, who heads the psy­cho­log­i­cal re­search team back on Kalquor. The eval­u­a­tions we’ve done on the women of Eu­ropa show some of the worst cases of emo­tional dam­age on record. He’s never seen any­thing like it.”

  Li­don limped to the com­puter sta­tion and sat down heav­ily. “So any­thing we do can’t make these fe­males worse?”

  The medic nod­ded. “A few of them, yes. As I said, I’m go­ing over the in­di­vid­ual cases now, try­ing to cus­tom­ize the re-ed­u­ca­tion process ac­cord­ing to needs. Many of these women are con­vinced they’re evil sim­ply be­cause of their gen­der.”

  Tra­nis pursed his lips. “Cas­sidy seems to be a prime ex­am­ple of that.”

  De­gorsk nod­ded. “Even her in­tel­li­gence can’t get around that il­log­i­cal idea; she’s too pro­grammed. It’s mon­strous what Earth’s gov­ern­ment and re­li­gion have done.” He paused, the frown on his nor­mally cheer­ful face telling Tra­nis he de­bated whether or not to tell them more. It had to be harsh news for him to hes­i­tate. De­gorsk was an open book with his clan­mates.

  Fi­nally he sighed. “This in­for­ma­tion doesn’t go out of this room.”

  “Of course.”

  “A few on Govi’s re­search team have sug­gested full mem­ory wipes on the worst of the af­fected Mataras.”

  Tra­nis knew the hor­ri­fied look on Li­don’s face was mir­rored on his own. “That’s rather ex­treme.”

  “The de­gree of self-loathing these women have for them­selves is un­fath­omable. They may be be­yond sal­vaging. Or so the the­ory goes.”

  Li­don growled, “No such thing will be done to our Matara.”

  De­gorsk’s gaze went to Cas­sidy. He drew him­self up, and his gen­tle smile re­turned. “No, she’s not that far gone. It’s only be­ing dis­cussed as an op­tion of last re­sort for the ones who sup­pos­edly are be­yond real help of as­sem­bling any sign of de­cent self-es­teem. And only af­ter real psy­chol­o­gists and not some quack ship’s medic have a go at them.”

  Tra­nis gave him a play­ful swat on the thigh. “You are not a quack by any means.”

  De­gorsk beamed for a mo­ment be­fore glanc­ing at Cas­sidy again. He told Tra­nis, “Even though I’m not a ther­a­pist, I’d like to know more about her past and why she’s de­ter­mined to not be like her mother.”

  Tra­nis nod­ded. His stom­ach still churned over the news some of the women might re­quire mem­ory wipes. He buried his fin­gers in the soft­ness of Cas­sidy’s long hair and stared at her, drink­ing in the frag­ile planes of her sweet face.

  Not you, my lit­tle one. I’ll make it right for you some­how, with­out such ex­treme mea­sures.

  The depth of his emo­tion made it dif­fi­cult to breathe for an in­stant. Tra­nis forced him­self to be calm. Clear­ing his throat, he turned to Li­don. “It’s your turn to play with the gen­eral. Good work un­cov­er­ing that ‘Ar­maged­don’ no­ta­tion, by the way.”

  Li­don rose. “It will be good work when I find out what it means.” With one last lin­ger­ing look at Cas­sidy, he left the room.

  “Are you ready to work with her again?” De­gorsk asked. He pre­pared a tab of stim­u­lant.

  “You’re sure this is what’s best for her?” Tra­nis stud­ied his Imdiko’s face, watch­ing for any sign of doubt.

  There was none. “For Cas­sidy, yes. She’s re­spond­ing de­cently to what we’ve done so far. We just have to watch for signs of in­creased trauma.” He pat­ted Tra­nis’ head like his clan­mate was a child, a re­turn to his usual iras­ci­ble be­hav­ior. “Re­cov­ery is painful, Tra­nis. As her Dramok, you must be strong for her.”

  Tra­nis slapped De­gorsk’s thigh again in re­sponse to the teas­ing. He did it hard enough to leave a hand­print and the Imdiko yelped sat­is­fy­ingly. Dig­nity pre­served, Tra­nis pulled his boots off.

  He and De­gorsk stripped and climbed onto the bed, ar­rang­ing them­selves on ei­ther side of Cas­sidy. The medic in­jected her with stim­u­lant. Tra­nis molded him­self to her soft body, tak­ing in her warmth as her eye­lids flut­tered opened.

  De­gorsk spoke as the fuzzi­ness in her ex­pres­sion cleared. “Good evening, pre­cious girl.”

  * * * *

  The faces of Tra­nis and De­gorsk swam into fo­cus. Cas­sidy felt the soft­ness of the bed be­neath her along with the hard­ness of their warm, aroused bod­ies. She strug­gled against them.

  “No, I want to sleep. Please,” she wailed, fight­ing to get from be­tween them.

  De­gorsk’s mouth opened, and she saw the thin, nee­dle fangs de­scend from the roof of his mouth an in­stant be­fore he buried them in her neck. Tra­nis held her wrists as the other man in­jected the in­tox­i­cant into her sys­tem.

  Af­ter a few sec­onds eu­pho­ria chased Cas­sidy’s re­luc­tance away, though not her ex­haus­tion. She still soft­ened to the men’s em­brace. De­gorsk re­leased the bite and gen­tly licked the wounds he’d made. She shiv­ered to feel his hot, wet tongue slide against her skin.

  Tra­nis smiled, his too-se­ri­ous face hand­somer for the ex­pres­sion. “You’re feel­ing much bet­ter now, aren’t you?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she purred, los­ing her­self in a cleans­ing rush of lust. Cas­sidy wrig­gled her hips against Tra­nis’, de­light­ing in the sen­sa­tion of his turgid or­gans so close to her ea­ger body. Her head still felt heavy from fa­tigue, but that dis­com­fort was sec­ondary to the prom­ise of be­ing filled with the flesh of her gor­geous com­pan­ions.

  De­gorsk’s deep rum­ble in her ear gave her goose­flesh. “You’re ready for your hus­bands to plea­sure you now.”

  The con­fi­dence in his tone gave her pause. “Are we re­ally mar­ried?” Cas­sidy asked. She wanted to be­lieve him. She wanted her prim­i­tive urges to have the free­dom to be re­al­ized.

  She wanted to be­long to them in all ways.

  Tra­nis kissed her be­fore an­swer­ing. “You are our Matara. That makes us mar­ried.”

  “Not in Earth’s eyes.”

  “On Kalquor, clan­ning is a bind­ing com­mit­ment that only death can break, in most cases. Would you like to go to Kalquor?”

  Cas­sidy’s clouded senses em­braced the no­tion, and not just be­cause she’d be al­lowed to en­joy car­nal de­lights with the clan. What pos­si­bil­i­ties awaited her free of Earth’s and her grand­fa­ther’s suf­fo­cat­ing re­stric­tions?

  “Can I read what I want? Can I fin­ish my school­ing? Study what I want? Your world wouldn’t have schools that Earth­ers can at­tend, would it?”

  Tra­nis smiled as if de­lighted with her ques­tions. “No schools ex­ist in the Em­pire specif­i­cally for Earther fe­males at this time. How­ever, I would be de­lighted to pro­vide you with tu­tors. We think it’s im­por­tant for you to ex­pand your mind and re­al­ize your full po­ten­tial.”

  Cas­sidy felt a stab of want that had noth­ing to do with car­nal urges. To feed her starved brain again along with en­joy­ing her sen­sual de­sires with Tra­nis’ clan … could she re­ally be granted such par­adise?

  “I’d have three hus­bands? You two and Li­don?”

  “That’s right,” De­gorsk af­firmed.

  Cas­sidy con­tem­plated it: a life­time with the three men who made her feel amaz­ing de­spite her best ef­forts to deny her needs. School, books, and stud­ies. It sounded like Heaven. No, it sounded bet­ter than Heaven.

  “I’d love to go to Kalquor.” An ocean of long­ing filled her words.

 
Tra­nis’ face stretched into the first true smile she’d seen from him. His teeth were bril­liant white in his dark face. “Once our busi­ness here is done, we’ll put in for leave and take you there.” He leaned down to kiss her deeply.

  In her in­tox­i­cated stu­por, Cas­sidy let go of all reser­va­tions. When Tra­nis rolled her on top of his body, her hands po­si­tioned his penises to en­ter her. The Dramok growled deep in his throat as she en­folded him with her warmth. Brac­ing her palms

  against his chest, she moved up and down, feel­ing his thick­nesses slide in her tight sheaths. Her plat­inum hair fell around him in a cur­tain. The thick tresses swayed with her move­ments, al­low­ing glimpses of De­gorsk ly­ing nearby. The Imdiko watched her make love to his clan­mate. A sud­den thought brought prick­ling heat to her womb.

  “Both of you,” Cas­sidy pleaded. “I want you both at the same time.”

  De­gorsk rose to po­si­tion him­self be­tween Tra­nis’ splayed legs and be­hind Cas­sidy. Tra­nis gripped her hips, hold­ing her up as the Imdiko care­fully slipped the Dramok’s smaller mem­ber from her anus.

  De­gorsk’s pen­e­tra­tion of Cas­sidy’s tight­est ori­fice made the over­whelm­ing sen­sa­tions even more de­light­ful. She was full, feel­ing them both in­side her at once. The pres­sure in­side lit her so that she thought she must glow. She threw her head back to shout at the ceil­ing as shud­der­ing plea­sure seized her loins.

  The men matched her ea­ger­ness with their own, their strokes long and sure. Tra­nis reached be­tween them to rub her clit with his thumb. That amaz­ing fric­tion, along with the feel­ing of pos­sess­ing both men at once, drove Cas­sidy to or­gasms of such in­ten­sity she some­times for­got to breathe. The three plunged and bucked, a sin­gle beast of mind­less sen­sa­tion know­ing only the ra­pa­cious ap­petite of lust. Growls, snarls and shrieks filled the cin­na­mon and sea-salt per­fumed air.

  At last the bes­tial ca­coph­ony qui­eted, heav­ing gasps of sweet com­ple­tion in its wake. The three lay upon the rum­pled bed in a sweaty, sticky heap of tan­gled limbs. Cas­sidy found her­self in the mid­dle of the pile, sand­wiched be­tween the solid mass of the Kalquo­ri­ans. She sa­vored the close­ness of her lovers, the com­fort­able bulk of their mus­cu­lar bod­ies. How could such joy be evil? She’d never known a more pure emo­tion.