Tamed by the Alien Overlords

by Renee Bond

  Karkan wasted no time in marching me to the wall opposite the room’s entrance.

  To the huge, circular bed.

  Another wave of fear took me.

  It was happening.

  I was becoming everything I’d always hated.

  And I couldn’t stop it.

  Strong arms gripped me. Lifted me up onto the bed, set me down. I stood on it, unsure of what to do.

  Lenth and Sandora had gone off to some corner of the room.

  Leaving Karkan and I… not alone, really. The others could still see us. Hear us.

  But Karkan was the only one of my new owners who faced me now.

  Suddenly, he gripped my knees.

  Yanked.

  I toppled over, landing on my back on the bed. It was covered by a layer of something that felt softer, smoother, than anything I’d ever touched. Whatever was under it hugged every contour of my body.

  Karkan pulled more, spreading my legs as he pulled my knees, lifting them up into the air to either side of him as my pelvis came to rest against his. He was standing at the edge of the bed. I was laying on the bed, facing him.

  I gasped.

  I wasn’t ready for this!

  But what I was feeling didn’t matter.

  Karkan’s eyes had… shifted.

  The concern for me was gone. Or, maybe, it had just been crowded out by something else.

  A pure, animal hunger.

  I swallowed. Trying not to feel scared. Trying to feel the desire I’d felt after my last punishment.

  Karkan grinned.

  “Take off your shirt, little human,” he purred.

  Oh. There it was.

  Hearing that order reminded me of just how powerful Karkan was. Knowing that, feeling that, was delicious.

  And all of a sudden, the desire flooded back into me.

  The want. The need.

  It was as if I had gone from ice cold to red hot. From terrified to full-on, pussy-dripping heat.

  We stared into each other’s eyes as if competing to be the hungriest.

  “Now.”

  That was no purr.

  That was an order.

  My arms moved to obey.

  I fumbled at the buttons of my shirt, unable to pry my eyes from his.

  Apparently, I wasn’t fast enough. Because, with a soft growl, Karkan dropped my legs, took my shirt in both hands, and ripped it to shreds, its buttons flying off, the back of it tearing a line straight down my spine. The two pieces of ruined material slid easily off my arms.

  I was no longer wearing a bra. Sandora had already taken care of that.

  Karkan all but hissed at the sight of my naked breasts.

  I could sense the shift in him. All his gentleness, his tender words, were gone. In their place was a man who’d starved himself of sex for his entire life, who finally had his long-awaited mate in his bed. His hunger was palpable. Ferocious.

  And I was the subject of that hunger.

  Knowing that fact was… intoxicating. Infectious. It wormed into my mind, gripping my brain tightly, before leaking down into my chest, my heart… and then to places lower still. I could feel myself succumbing to animal heat. To a single-minded, unthinking determination to screw.

  My kilt vanished under Karkan’s assault just as easily as had my shirt.

  I gasped, knowing that I was naked. Exposed before my alien owner.

  His kilt followed. There may have been some sort of undergarment that he discarded as well. I didn’t care enough to really think about details like that at the moment.

  I had a hard time ripping my eyes away from Karkan’s face.

  When I did, I gasped again. Not with desire.

  But in unadulterated shock.

  His cock was downright frightening.

  It was a foot long. At least. And it was damn thick. And holy shit was it hard.

  I’ve never taken a cock like that. Not even close.

  Could I? Would it fit inside my-

  Suddenly he had me by the legs again. They were still to either side of him, but he spread them as wide as they would go, the expression on his face verging on a snarl of passion.

  “Wait!” I breathed. I didn’t want to wait, of course. I wanted anything but. “Please, go slow,” I asked softly. Knowing damn well that, if he didn’t, he might end up causing some internal bleeding.

  “I will decide how I fuck you, little human,” he purred viscously. His eyes glared, their intensity almost unbearable. His mouth was curled into a wicked grin.

  I began to grow scared.

  But that fear eased, then fled, when Karkan let go of one of my legs, and put his free hand gently on the mound of my pussy.

  I reached down with both hands. Took his mammoth cock between my fingers. Squeezed, gently. Massaged, slowly, pulling him up and down. Teasing him, as he did the same to me.

  He found my clit expertly. Because of course he did. The Domann were nothing if not intelligent. Gently, matching the pressure I was putting on his cock, he rubbed my clit with his thumb, using his fingers to slowly work his hand between my lips.

  I gasped. Again. And Again.

  The rhythm was beautiful. The sensation… well, sensational. In no fucking time at all, my pelvis was vibrating against his hand, grinding needfully, my desire stoked higher and higher. I could feel my wetness - as, I’m quite sure, could Karkan.

  Then he found my opening.

  When his first finger eased into me, I screamed, as if in slow motion, my voice registering a pitch higher than I’d ever before achieved, the sound of my surging pleasure.

  It felt like I was being penetrated for the first time.

  Then he passed my g-spot, and I moaned and gasped at the same time.

  His fingers were long. Slowly, as his thumb continued its relentless assault, he pushed deeper. Opening me up.

  Setting me free.

  “Yes!” I breathed. “Yes! Yes!” I repeated the word over and over, suddenly afraid that Karkan would stop. That he wouldn’t fuck me with his massive alien dick.

  His breath came in ragged gasps. His other hand dropped my leg. Moved to my breasts, where it squeezed first one, then the other, timing the squeezes to come in rhythm with his terrible, wonderful thumb, which was working me up into a sexual frenzy.

  His finger left me. I felt a sense of loss - which was soon shattered by not one, but two fingers sliding into me, my wetness making the way easy. I spread my legs wide, trying to drink him in, wanting to be good for him, wanting to please him, and wanting every inch of him inside me.

  Gasping, moaning, I squeezed my eyes shut, able only to feel as bolts of pleasure sprang from my crotch like lightning, a crotch that was again grinding against Karkan’s hand as if it had a mind of its own.

  “Thank you!” I said, in between gasps.

  He’d been waiting his whole life for my pussy.

  And in the instant before he thrust his manhood into it, at the moment when his desire to slate his sexual thirst had been highest, I’d asked him to stop. To wait.

  And, for all his dominant alien bravado… he had.

  I know he hadn’t wanted to slow down.

  But he had honored my request anyway.

  He owned my body.

  But he really cared about the person inside of it.

  “Thank you, Sir,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

  These Domann, it turned out, were actually quite lax about my use of their honorific. But I wanted Karkan to know how much I appreciated that he cared about me.

  From deep in the alien’s throat came a sound that was half growl, half snarl.

  Slowly, his fingers came back out of me.

  “I have waited long enough!” he declared, his voice dripping with power. With domination.

  Here was the primal spirit of the species that had conquered the known galaxy. It was beyond frightening. And yet, somehow, that fear only drove me to new heights of desire. For I knew, in my heart, that Karkan would never, ever hurt me. That his
drive to dominate me would only ever possess me, protect me, enrich me.

  He deserved my fear.

  And yet, that fear only stoked hotter my lust for the one who inspired it.

  With a single hand, Karkan gripped my ass and moved me. I slid upwards, away from the edge of the bed, toward its center. In a flash, he was on top of me. I tried to wrap my arms around him. He caught first one, then the other, pinning them above my head with one hand.

  “Spread your legs wide, woman!” he all but barked.

  “Yes, sir!” I all but shouted as I obeyed.

  I felt the head of his cock find my pussy.

  Felt it push into me.

  It was smooth. But oh, so very, very hard.

  When he took me, it wasn’t gentle. It was a measured movement, his cock sliding into me with some effort, despite me being wetter than I’d ever been.

  I screamed.

  In pleasure.

  In pain!

  So much pain!

  He was just too big! I thought I could feel his cock actually tearing the inside of my pussy!

  Of course, it wasn’t. As one of his hands pinned one of my legs to the bed, I felt the first moment of easing in my crotch. The first effort of my pussy to surrender to its new guest. Over the course of long, painful moments, the pain ebbed. Further, then further.

  I realized, at last, that Karkan wasn’t moving. He was… waiting. For me, to adjust to him.

  I could feel myself relax, further and further.

  I moaned in relief.

  Then his lips were on mine, kiss furiously. Battered by overpowering sensation, it took my mind long moments to summon the clarity to kiss him back.

  Soon, he started moving, so very slowly, pulling out, then surging back into me, like the tide dancing into and out of a tide pool under a bright full moon.

  “Oh fuck!” I gasped.

  The pain was lingering. But it was turning me on, just as it had when Karkan had punished me. It was the feeling of his dominance over me. Of his power. Of just how much he deserved my respect, my attraction, my lust.

  But, before long, I could feel only pleasure. Only the sweet nectar of Karkan’s huge penis sliding back and forth, in and out, in a steady, measured rhythm.

  He growled again, the sound like danger itself, and I could see that his eyes were shut, his face a mask of wonder. His breathing grew deeper.

  As did mine.

  I’d never felt anything so good. I’d never felt so alive! So energized, so relaxed, so stimulated, so at peace.

  “Harder!” I demanded, my voice cracked and husky, overflowing with my lust for my alien captain, my owner.

  He obliged.

  His teeth sunk into my neck. I screamed, once again experiencing twin surges of pain and pleasure.

  I felt as though Karkan were overwhelming my nervous system. As though one human body couldn’t possibly contain so much wonderful sensation!

  Then, as the last of my breath left my lungs, as Karkan’s cock crashed once more over my g-spot and rammed into the very back of my vagina, I came.

  My lungs heaved for air.

  My eyes rolled back into my head.

  My hips spasmed, my stomach and back heaving against my beautiful, dominant alien warrior, against his cock, my pussy clenching so hard it hurt, such a wonderful, terrible hurt.

  Every ounce of pain and pleasure and sensation, every inch of his sweat-slickened skin against mine, every sound and smell, all poured over me and into me, drowning me in pleasure. I felt my whole body jerk, once, twice, as I surrendered gasp after moaning gasp.

  “Mine!” Karkan hissed - and as he did, I felt a new warmness blossom inside me.

  His seed, spilling into me, filling me with a hot glow.

  I felt his whole body go slack then, as if all the energy it possessed had transferred to me at his release.

  He let go of my arms. Slowly, feeling spent, I wrapped them hesitantly around his neck, again marveling at the thickness of his muscles.

  Who would he be, now that he’d truly claimed me? The gentle, caring man he’d showed me he could be? The stern administer of punishment? Or this new Karkan, this fierce, primal alien who’d taken me so violently, so passionately?

  His lips, pressing softly against the side of my neck, gave answer.

  I tilted my head away, offering up my neck to his touch. He kissed it again, and again. Then his tongue licked playfully at my ear, causing me to gasp. His cock, while not quite as hard as it had been, remained erect inside of me.

  “That…” Karkan whispered, “is a gift that I will remember for the rest of my life. And you, my little human, my mate, are a gift that I will cherish, always.”

  I was… speechless. A new warmth stole over me.

  A warmth I’d never known before, but which I could identify immediately.

  I was beginning to love this alien.

  I stared up into his big, purple eyes, which were even now changing, shifting to a lighter shade, as if something about our lovemaking had subtly changed him.

  “I’ll always remember this too,” I said. Wishing I had something more to say… but not knowing what that might be.

  “I am so glad that I waited for you,” Karkan said. “You were worth every day of that waiting. For a woman as beautiful, as sexy, as fierce as you, I would wait decades more.”

  That warmth, which ran so deep it felt like it was seeping out of my bones, intensified.

  “You’re so much different than I always thought you would be,” I said, as Karkan resumed kissing my neck. “Never in a million years could I imagine that I would actually love mating with a Domann. But you’ve shown me a different side of your race.”

  His hand gripped the back of my neck.

  His lips gripped mine.

  We kissed as passionately as anyone ever had.

  “I still have so very much to show you,” he finally said with a mischievous grin, once he finally pulled away from me. “But before that… you have duties to fulfill with my honor guard.”

  It felt weird, hearing it like that. Duties to fulfill. I mean, from the Domann perspective… he wasn’t wrong.

  “I have read that among human society, and in many human individuals, there is a preference for monogamy that borders on dogma,” Karkan said, sliding out of me gently and rising from between my legs. “This is not so within Domann culture. Quite the opposite. In fact, most of us find such socially enforced monogamy to be quite backward. Do try to keep that in mind, little human. You are part of Domann society now. As such, there is no shame whatsoever in your mating with Sandora and Lenth. Again, quite the opposite.” With that, he smiled warmly, squeezing my thigh.

  I rolled onto my knees on the bed, raising myself up to a sitting position.

  “I… ok,” I said lamely.

  The truth was… I felt really weird.

  Fucking three men, one after the other, really was a tad more liberated than I’d ever been.

  But… like Karkan said… I had duties now.

  I thought of Sandora holding my fractured skull. Telling me that he would heal me - then doing just that. Thought of how much it had turned me on when he’d punished me. Thought of Lenth, massaging my legs, holding me in his huge lap. Thought of his massaging my back, as I lay against the wall of muscle that was his torso.

  I took a deep breath-

  And noticed that Sandora was standing at the bed.

  Karkan gripped his shoulder. The two alien soldiers exchanging a knowing look.

  Then Karkan turned and left.

  Leaving me alone with Sandora.

  Chapter 27

  Liza

  Sandora sat down on the bed next to me.

  “You will tell me how you are feeling,” he said.

  It took me a moment to realize that that hadn’t been a question.

  No... it had been an order.

  Not that I minded telling him. Hell, it felt good that he wanted to know.

  And… for some strange reason�
�� it also felt good that he wasn’t giving me the option of not telling him how I felt. It felt as though like he cared for me so deeply, he wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to my emotional well-being.

  “I’m… I don’t know,” I admitted. “Not scared, exactly. Just… weird. I’ve never had more than one partner at once before.”

  He made a thoughtful sound.

  “Is that all?” he asked. “You’re not in any physical pain, or discomfort?”

  “Oh, no,” I said. In fact, physically, I felt fucking fantastic. I was still enjoying the afterglow of my time with Karkan.

  “That’s good,” Sandora said. He pushed himself to the middle of the bed, and lay down on his side. “You will lay down next to me.”

  Again I obeyed, laying with my back to him. I felt so conflicted, in so many ways. I felt like a slut, being with another man so soon after Karkan. And Sandora’s orders… I couldn’t tell if I really liked them, or kinda liked them... or just didn’t like them. On the one hand, he was sexy as fuck, all wiry muscle - he almost reminded me of a male ballerina. On the other… I still wasn’t used to being ordered around. Well… I was. Life in the resistance is like that. But this was different!

  Honestly, it was a turn on and a turn off at the same time.

  “Now you will tell me,” he said, “as much as you can about why you’re feeling... weird. I want as much detail as possible.”

  He was still wearing his kilt. And through the fabric, I could feel that he wasn’t aroused.

  Then one of his arms snaked over my torso, catching one of my arms, then taking hold of my hand.

  Shit. That felt good.

  We both knew why we were here. To mate. To fuck.

  But he wasn’t focusing on that.

  He was focused on me. Showing me that he cared about more than my pussy. That he cared about the woman attached to it.

  I realized, then, just how badly I’d been needing that.

  Shit, it was as if Sandora had realized it before I had.

  I could feel myself relaxing. The touch of his muscles against my back began to feel comforting, instead of just being a physical presence. The warmth of his impossibly soft skin started to feel really good.

  The light embrace of his arm felt even better.

  I realized that I hadn’t said anything in over a minute.