by Renee Bond
So was the fact that Lenth was touching me there really so… so wrong?
Something inside me wilted.
The effort of constantly telling myself that I didn’t want something, when that something felt so fucking good… it was just too much.
So, with a defeated sigh, I… just stopped talking.
Closed my eyes.
Breathed deeply.
Lenth’s massaging hand slid even further up my thigh. So very, very slowly. Curled around, to squeeze my hamstrings.
Any higher and he’d be touching my butt!
But… my stars… I’d never felt anything as comforting, as relieving, as relaxing, as sensual, as whatever Lenth was doing down there! It felt as though he was reaching straight under my skin, through my muscles and into my bones, finding tension that I’d never even felt, never knew existed.
If only he weren’t my sworn enemy.
So fucking what if he is, that tiny voice whispered.
It means I can’t like this! It means I have to find a way to kill him!
Do you?
Yes?
“Ohhh,” I moaned. That sensual relaxation was spreading. Fast and hard.
And Sandora’s gentle pressure on my head was making my skull feel almost whole again.
I sucked in a deep lungful of air. Let it out slowly, unable to keep myself from relishing every ounce of the sensations these two aliens were pouring into me.
“Sounds to me like you’re pretty comfortable,” Lenth said quietly, with none of the jovial banter that had filled his voice earlier. “And I’m glad you are. I want you to be comfortable with me touching you like this.”
“I’m glad as well,” said Sandora. “Aside from not wanting to see my woman injured… I must confess that Karkan was right about you. You really are an absolutely stunning creature. In fact, I’d be hard pressed to say that I’d ever seen a human woman more beautiful than you.”
Out of sheer instinct, I tried to spit out a cutting barb. Tried to remind them of how much I hated them.
But my mouth, joining forces with the rest of my body, refused to open.
Because at that precise moment… that mysterious lightness had returned. The same lightness I’d felt with Karkan. That lightness that made me feel like, despite everything that had happened… everything was going to be ok.
I was a prisoner. A captive. With no freedom, and no hope for escape.
I was probably going to have to do some mating in the near future.
But right then, I just couldn’t find the will to feel bad about anything.
My head, my legs, just felt so damn good.
But it was more than that.
It felt too damn good to be cared for like that. To be shown that I was more than just an animal in a box. To be shown that my captors actually cared about me, in their own dominating, alien way.
Lenth and Sandora moved then, at the same time. Sandora raised my head and upper back, sitting cross-legged underneath my head and lowering me down into his lap. Lenth spread my legs, then sat cross-legged in between then, hoisting them gently up onto his lap, so that my thighs were on the insides of his knees and my calves flowed around his waist. My butt was still on the floor between them - but most of the rest of me was supported by one or the other of them.
I felt so vulnerable.
So safe.
So weak.
So protected.
So-
Fuck.
That heavy sensation was back. In my stomach. In my chest.
In my pussy.
Fuck!
I was getting turned on. Hard. Fast.
To be fair, if these two had been human, this would easily have been the biggest turn-on in my life. I mean… it probably was, even so. It’s just… shit, I don’t know what I mean.
My body just didn’t care that these two were enemies of humanity.
And my mind was too scared of going back to the anxiety, the stress of not knowing what was going to happen, of being fucking trapped in a stark white box, to risk saying anything that would break the mood.
It had just been through too much. It needed respite.
It needed to let Lenth and Sandora, two beautiful, powerful alien overlords, each of them with more power and confidence and skill than I’d ever had, to make me feel ok again.
Sandora was quite a bit smaller than Lenth. Smaller than Karkan. In fact, he was only a few inches taller than an average human male, and only a little thicker with muscle. He didn’t have Lenth’s terrifying bulk. But he had more than enough to be considered extremely attractive. He was what they call wiry. Not thin… too much muscle for that. His face was narrow, his eyes looking extra big against their frame. His hair was stark white, and his skin had a hexagonal pattern etched into it that reminded me of a soccer ball, but which was far more elegant and artistic.
Without consulting me, my hand reached out and touched that pattern, high up on Sandora’s chest. The skin looked like it had little ridges on it, but I was surprised to find that it felt completely smooth. And… fuck, so soft. Almost silky.
I felt a surge of irrational jealousy. I wanted my skin to be so soft!
Sandora chuckled.
“This pattern is considered a classic fashion,” he said. “It’s like wearing black to a human party. Always in style.”
“Did it hurt?” I asked. I’d thought about getting a tattoo once. Then I thought about being stuck with sharp needles many hundreds of times, and thought better of it.
Sandora chuckled again, his face warm with friendly amusement.
“Not at all,” he said. “Watch.”
I stared up into his eyes. Then my eyes slid to his face, in surprise - because the hexagonal pattern was changing! Slowly, every shape, every line, changed, turning from six-sided to three. Over the course of slow minutes, a new pattern adorned Sandora’s body, one of dynamic triangles. The color scheme was unchanged, but his new pattern certainly made him look a lot different.
“Over the centuries,” he said, “the nanites that we use to enhance our bodies have developed many, many functions. Like healing, and decoration.”
“Why don’t you show humanity how to make our own nanites?” I asked. They certainly could. Yet, Earth scientists - like my mom - were still grasping at the very basics of the technology.
“I’m sure we will, in time,” Sandora said, as Lenth found yet another series of hidden knots that I’d apparently just grown used to living with. “Once Domann and human have learned to live in harmony.”
“You mean, once we accept our place as your slaves?” I asked bitterly.
“More or less,” he said, in a tone that informed me that he was choosing to take my question at face value. “Though I wouldn’t use the word ‘slave,’ and neither would any other Domann. We think of humanity as a subordinate species, it’s true. But unlike humans, we do not attach any value judgments to that fact. Simply put, we want both of our species to prosper together, each in its proper place.”
“Just as long as we do exactly what you want?” I pressed, not buying his viewpoint for a moment.
“Again, more or less,” Sandora said. “We don’t particularly care what most human individuals choose to do with their lives, as long as they are productive members of society. But we do expect humanity to fulfill the role we envision your species playing in the society we will build together.”
That was true enough. The Domann had never tried to get humanity to join any alien cult, or fight any alien wars, or stop us from enjoying petty vices like tobacco, donuts and violent movies. Nor did they try to control where most people lived, or how many children they had, or anything else like that, so long as they were able to do the work that the Domann expected of them.
“Fact is, little woman,” Lenth said, “that we Domann have been around a hell of a lot longer than you humans. We’re smarter. Wiser. More experienced at building societies that balance individual security and comfort with the need for collective achievem
ent. Our species has had the power to destroy itself for countless generations, and not only are we still here, we damn near established a peaceful galactic society. When we invaded this planet, there was a serious concern that humanity would manage to wipe itself out, just by trying to defend yourselves with all those barbaric nuclear bombs you used to have.”
I really, really wanted to argue with all of that.
But I couldn’t think of a way to do it.
Sandora’s long, dexterous fingers wrapped themselves around my neck. Started massaging, just like Lenth’s were. Pressed deep, into the muscles at the base of my neck.
“Ohhh.”
It wasn’t fair. It really wasn’t.
“Have you alien scumbags ever considered just giving everyone a nice massage?” I asked. “You’d crush the resistance in days.”
Both aliens laughed.
Sandora stopped first.
“Now, now,” he said, “While I understand your humor - and while I admit that it was quite comical - you’re not allowed to insult us. I will have to punish you for that.”
I tried to sit up.
But was immediately and easily held down by four unbelievably strong arms.
“Please don’t,” I managed, fear creeping into my voice.
“We need to be consistent with you if we expect you to learn your place,” Sandora said. “Don’t be afraid. We Domann are sticklers for ensuring that the punishment fits the infraction.”
“Give me your hands,” Lenth said.
I thought about thrashing.
But I knew that would only make it worse.
Glaring at Lenth - from my perspective, the easier of the two to glare at - I did as I was told. Lenth held my hands gently, but firmly, at my sides, then slid them under the small of my back.
“Keep them there,” he ordered.
Slowly, sensually, Sandora undid the buttons of my shirt.
I squeezed my eyes shut, clenched my teeth against the waves of emotions washing through me, hating how powerless I was to stop this… and how powerless I was to not want it to happen.
But then I realized... that I was ok.
No matter what happened, no matter how I was punished, no matter what they did to me... these aliens had just shown me that they weren’t cruel. That they really weren’t the total and complete bastards I’d always thought of them as.
I would get through whatever they were about-
My shirt fell open, revealing my tight combat bra.
My eyes shot open.
“Please stop,” I breathed. Not wanting to go on. Not wanting it to stop. Not wanting to accept that I wanted it to go on more than I wanted it to stop.
“Shhh,” cooed Lenth, as he squeezed my thighs again… then ran both hands up the inside of my legs. Slowly, they approached my totally exposed crotch.
I gasped.
I couldn’t help being attracted to them.
I couldn’t stop my body from wanting them.
I couldn’t bring myself to resist as Sandora pulled a small blade off his belt and used it to cut my bra open, straight down the middle.
It fell away to each side.
And just like that, my bare breasts were exposed to my alien captors.
Lenth squeezed. The bastard. He knew damn well that my pelvis liked it very, very much when he did that! He was making it impossible not to enjoy that I was half-naked before these two gentle, dominant, gorgeous alien warriors.
Sandora cupped my breasts. Squeezed gently, clearly wanting me to enjoy the sensation.
Which I very, very much did.
My whole body shuddered as a wave of pleasure washed over it. My legs instinctively tightened around Lenth’s god-like torso. My pussy instinctively began moving beyond moist, and into genuinely wet.
“Time for that punishment,” said Sandora.
I was about to ask him what that would entail. My body was already tensing in anticipation.
But before I could ask, strong fingers pinched my nipples.
Hard.
“Aahhh!”
I actually squealed. I never squeal.
Then it was over, just as quickly as it began, his grip on my nipples released.
“I think that should suffice,” he said, exhaling deeply. Extremely satisfied.
Wait. That was it?
“Oh thank god,” I said - and as I did, the pain in my breasts started morphing into that now-familiar desire. That bone-deep pleasure, which begged - silently, insistently, and with increasing passion - for more.
The Domann laughed. But, it was a soft laugh. They weren’t making light of me. Just enjoying my reactions.
“I can see by that delicious look in your eyes,” said Sandora, “that you’re no stranger to how the body can turn pain into pleasure.”
“I…” was about to say that I wasn’t.
But who was I kidding? They knew. They could see it. Just like Karkan was able to see it.
“It never ceases to amaze me,” said Lenth, “just how hard humans resist the fact that pain can be just as pleasurable as painful.”
“Quite curious,” agreed Sandora. “It’s nothing but a simple biological response to directed sensation in the presence of sexual arousal, coupled with a socially conditioned desire to attain powerful and desirable sexual partners. I punish you. That demonstrates my power over you. Your body, already attracted to me, desires to both appease me and obtain my power through sexual attraction. The resulting reaction to the pain stimulus is an extremely heightened arousal. Simple biology in a social species, like humans.”
Huh. Well. At least they didn’t think I was some kind of pervert. In fact, hearing Sandora explain my reactions genuinely made me feel better. Less… I don’t know… broken. Less weird.
“So I suppose no human could make a Domann have the same reaction?” I asked.
“Hm,” Sandora said, his eyes furrowing in concentration. “If our power dynamic were reversed, I suppose it’s possible. Domann are also a social species. Yet, we Domann are so much more advanced than humans, in nearly every way, that it’s all but impossible to imagine a human possessing enough power over a Domann to elicit such a reaction. At least, not as easy as we’re able to elicit it from you. Of course, there are myriad other factors at play. For example, it takes real intelligence to process pleasurable pain as such. An ability to learn. To adapt. All of which you very obviously possess.”
That took me a moment to process.
Thankfully, Lenth and Sandora sat silently. Somehow knowing that my mind was reeling, and giving me time to think.
Finally, I heaved a deep sigh.
“You fucking Domann sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself,” I said.
They laughed.
“We’ve only observed you and spoken the truth,” Lenth said. “If you’ve been complimented, then it’s because you’re easy to compliment.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” said Sandora.
“Nor could I,” said a third voice.
Chapter 19
Karkan
Seeing Liza Strong like that, laying in between Lenth and Sandora, practically atop each of them, brought up so many emotions that I almost couldn’t process them all at once.
Jealousy, at seeing her clearly enjoying the company of men other than me.
Pride, even a vicarious pleasure, at seeing the two people I was closest to, my honor guard, clearly enjoying a woman’s company.
A strong urge to join in.
An equally strong urge to let Lenth and Sandora have their fun, without interjecting.
And, above all else… a surging firmness underneath my belt.
“Captain,” said Lenth with a smile, as his hands moved back and forth underneath Liza’s li-orta. “What brings you here?”
I sat cross-legged, casually lounging a few paces away from the trio.
“Oh, not much,” I said. “Just a report that our woman had received a skull fracture.”
“Oh. That.” Lenth
, never one to hide his emotions, wore a distinctly sheepish look. “Did you know that our woman is quite a decent fighter?”
“So good,” said Sandora, “that she successfully executed what the humans call a ‘head-but.”
I snorted.
“I take it that she was unaware that those Domann who regularly see front line action - like the three of us - routinely use our nanites to infuse our skeletal structure with ultralight metals, making them stronger than steel?”
Ever since Liza had become aware of my presence, she’d been staring at me, wide-eyed, her mouth open just the barest little bit. As if she couldn’t get over being surprised that I was here.
At hearing about our metal skeletons, however, her eyes narrowed, anger gripping her face. She sat upright so quickly and forcefully that Sandora lost his gentle grip on her. With the way she was sitting, this motion brought her eye-to-eye with Lenth.
“You did cheat!” she all but shouted, staring at Lenth accusingly.
Lenth laughed, long and loud.
“I suppose I did,” he admitted. “But changing the composition of one’s skeleton is a very long process. It’s not like there’s a switch I can flip on and off!”
“Would have been great to know,” Liza said sulkily.
“I agree,” said Sandora and I simultaneously.
Lenth held up his hands.
“Alright, I should have warned you,” he admitted.
Then his hands dropped back to Liza’s legs. Squeezed them, in that expert way of his. Combat specialists study anatomy closely - especially the anatomy of potential enemies. As such, I’ve no doubt that Lenth knew just where to knead, squeeze and massage. No doubt that he could inflict both great injury upon a human body… and great pleasure.
That very pleasure was writ plain on Liza’s face. She tried to hide it, of course. To keep her face impassive. Emotionless.
She did not succeed.
“How can I make it up to you?” Lenth asked suggestively.
I wanted to be the one with my hands on Liza’s long, lean, fantastic legs. But I wasn’t selfish. I wanted Liza - who I was already thinking of as ‘our woman,’ even in my head - to enjoy that touch just as much, no matter its source.