by Livia Bourne
She yanked, trying to get away, but fell back against the hard body of a beast almost half again as high as her. She knew instantly that the hardness poking her mid-back was his solid cock. Zahara scrambled, trying to avoid his touch only to fall forward into the arms of another tormentor. For several long moments the doctor’s assistants let the soldiers paw her painfully until they remembered they were short on time.
Yanking her leash, they pulled her out of the grip of the gropers. “This one will be part of the entertainment tonight. If you want to see more of her, get there early so you can get a good seat.”
“I wish we could hunt her down instead. Then I could get my cock wet instead of having to use a mechanical pussy like every other night.”
“Hey, be happy the doctor invented the mechanical pussy or we’d all be trying to kill each other to get pussy like hers.”
Their conversation was alarming. She wished she was having a nightmare and would wake up to find herself in her comfortable bed onboard the Viper. A feeling of homesickness hit her, wishing for the civility and honorable prowess of the Gradonian warriors, missing even the demanding Commander Khalil Khan. As angry as he’d made her trying to command her movements, he was the exact type of Alpha male she’d dreamed of mating one day. Now, she wasn’t even sure if he or his officers, Onyx or Thrash, were still alive. Were they all dead?
She didn’t have enough time to wallow as they pulled her along into a bright white cleansing chamber like she had never seen before. In the center of the room was an odd piece of furniture that looked to be bolted to the floor. Like most showers, there were drains spaced out across the tile flooring and round showerheads spread out every few feet along the far wall.
Several rows of metal rings circled the room as the well—one high towards the ceiling, one about waist high and a final row circling near the floor. She didn’t know what they were for, but she didn’t have time to worry about it as the males pulled her roughly towards the centerpiece of the room.
Only when they pressed her forward until she lost her balance did she understand the purpose of the odd contraption.
Zahara fell forward on her knees on the padded ledge not far off the floor. Within seconds the two males had her ankles pulled out and wide, forcing her legs apart and securing her ankle cuffs to the rings at the end of the padded bench. That’s when it clicked with her that each of the dozens of rings in the room was meant to chain unfortunate test subjects into uncompromising positions.
With her hands still attached at her neck, she had no leverage to fight back as her upper body was pressed forward, landing her with a heavy plop across the lifted middle of the odd bench, thrusting her head towards the floor, and her bottom high in the air. As the males adjusted the many levels and knobs on the furniture, she realized it was meant for one purpose only—to splay a subject out in the most embarrassing position possible, giving the sadistic captors full access to literally every part of her body.
Her breasts hung down courtesy of the moon’s gravity. Her legs were splayed open, exposing not only her pussy, but her most private bottom hole for their examination. And the worst part was the posture collar cutting into her every time she tried to lift her head to look around. She was forced to lie head down, chained to the device, waiting to see what they would do to her.
She didn’t have to wait long. Each of the doctor’s assistants pulled a hose from the wall controls and turned on strong jets of water. As if they were hosing off a transport vehicle or inanimate object, they pointed the burst of ice-cold water at her body, pulling a scream from her. Their responding scratching chuckle reminded her they enjoyed her discomfort.
The strength of the water spray hurt, biting into her skin. It got marginally better as the water warmed with time, but at no time were they gentle. By the time they squeezed soap across her long dark hair and body, she cried out in pain as their rough hands roamed everywhere, pinching and prodding as they cleaned their subject.
Zahara yelped as one of them stuck their thick, scratchy finger inside her anus. While she was grateful for the soapy lubrication, the width stretched her tender, untouched hole uncomfortably, the strong soap biting as it seeped into her pores.
“Enough! Stop that!”
“Silence, female. You have no say in what happens to you.”
“The hell I don’t! This is my body.”
The gurgled laughter returned, grating her. When the digit was removed from her bottom, she sighed with relief until one of them yanked her head back by her long hair. The posture collar cut into the back of her neck as she was forced to look up at them. Before she knew what was happening, a long flat piece of metal was pressed into her mouth. They shoved it so deep she gagged on it as it grazed the back of her tongue.
She did not understand what was happening until they flipped up the circular ring that slid in behind her teeth, forcing her mouth painfully wide open as the metal plate pressed down on her tongue.
The message was loud and clear. If she would not be quiet, they had ways to force her silence. Very uncomfortable ways.
The asshole released her hair abruptly, letting her head fall back down with enough velocity that she banged her face on the bench’s bracing, forcing the gag even deeper inside her mouth. For a moment, she panicked, worried it was cutting off her ability to breathe, but as she forced herself to calm, she was able to draw in precious air.
The rough cleansing continued until she wondered if they had chafed her skin enough to make her bleed. She was almost relieved when the washing stopped and they reached for the hoses to rinse her again.
When the water was turned off, Zahara collapsed with relief, letting the tears she’d been fighting to hold back flow down towards the drain along with the rest of the water dripping off her as she recovered from her ordeal.
Only when she felt something pressing against her bottom hole again did she realize her nightmare was just beginning.
Unable to see or speak, tied down by heavy chains, she had no choice but to lay limp as some unknown object was snaked inside her body. Thankfully it didn’t feel too much bigger than one of her own fingers, and it didn’t hurt as much as when the horned alien had stuck his finger inside her, but as the object was pushed deeper and deeper, she became alarmed.
She resumed her thrashing against her bonds, her only way to register her discomfort and once again drawing the sadistic laughter of her captors. When she was sure the long hose they were inserting was going to damage her, it finally came to a stop. She had no time to be relieved, however, as the jet of water started almost immediately, filling her bowels quickly with fast-moving water.
The cramping started instantly and only got worse as they pulled the hose slowly out of her, never once turning down the water flow. Within seconds she knew she was going to explode. Her body would never be able to handle the amount of water being forced inside her. She tried hard not to think about how, if she somehow survived this ordeal, the water would be removed.
Through some miracle, the flow of the water did slow and finally stop as the nozzle finally returned to her puckered hole. The cramping was so bad, she didn’t care about the embarrassment of her expulsion. She just wanted the pressure to stop. So, when they left the nozzle inside her and fiddled with it where she couldn’t see, she had to scream through the gag.
The nozzle was expanding, not only stretching her bottom hole uncomfortably, but trapping the water inside her. The pressure made her feel like she was about to explode and for the first time since her ordeal began, she let the sobs she’d been bravely holding back go.
Every part of her body hurt, and the worst part was she knew this was just the pre-show. The main event hadn’t even started yet.
Within seconds the pressure from the water in her bowels expanded, pressing against her internal organs, including her bladder. She fought the urge to pee for as long as she could stand it, but the pain of holding it in eventually became overwhelming.
She felt the trickle
of warm water trailing down her inner thigh, still fighting to control her bodily functions until the pressure was too great. The splash of her pee against the tiled floor brought gleeful laughter from her captors, until laughter turned to a roar.
“You got your waste water on my boot you shameful female! You must be punished.”
As if their torture of her thus far wasn’t punishment enough.
The small measure of relief she felt at emptying her bladder was quickly replaced with the burn of a line of fire across her ass as one of the assholes used his whip on her bare bottom, still about to burst with water.
She screamed through the gag as another line of pain cut across her skin just a bit lower than the first line. Unable to close her mouth, she had begun to drool out of her gag as she sobbed, every inch of her body in agony.
The third strike of the whip coincided with the plug being pulled from her ass. It was as if she had been popped with a pin as her body exploded, releasing the pent-up water. The two males in the room laughed as Zahara sobbed through the nightmare.
The humiliation and pain was too much. She closed down, fighting to remain calm by transporting her mind away from her present dilemma. She tried to remember the good memories from their most recent voyage, or the childhood memories of going to live at the royal palace after losing her parents. How lucky she’d felt to be chosen as a childhood companion for the princess. She wasn’t sure why King Gradon had always favored her. He’d told her it was because he’d been close friends with her parents.
By the time the doctor joined them in the cleaning chamber, she hung limply upside down, unable to defend herself in any small measure. The poking and prodding resumed as multiple tests were performed on her, all while she remained in the most humiliating position possible. The only advantage was she didn’t have to look at them as she hung draped over the furniture.
She didn’t think things could get worse. Then the doctor addressed her directly.
“It’s time to get you up to the arena. We’ll have to complete our preparations there to get you ready to be our main attraction. Be happy you are not a virgin or you might not survive the event.”
Chapter 5 - Onyx
Logic was always the answer.
Onyx needed to focus on the problem at hand. While his friend Thrash ranted and raved about their treatment at the hands of their enemy and their Commander, Khalil, talked with the medical doctor trying to understand the possibilities they were about to face medically, Onyx focused on a plan to get them all safely out of captivity and back on the Viper—preferably as far away from the Trakonian moon as possible.
As bleak as things seemed, they did have a few things working in their favor.
Just before Khalil had joined him on the bridge the night before, Onyx had taken the time to send in a report to the Intergalactic Cooperation Agency advising of the mysterious material they’d found onboard. He’d highlighted that the Zodiac scanner had not been able to identify the substance, making it a threat until proven otherwise. That meant the agency would not only notice that their ship had disappeared from the intergalactic radar, but also that there had been an unknown threat onboard just before.
Even better news was that the Fragment drug had only halfway worked against Thrash. Apparently the small portion of Trakonian blood in his system helped protect him from the full effect of the drug. The intelligence Thrash was able to glean during the capture and transport of the Viper was invaluable. As the enemy had believed everyone on board was unconscious, they had not curtailed their discussions. As a result, the Alphas knew exactly where they were located, that their Viper transport was parked not far from their present location, and even the approximate number of the enemy soldiers stationed at this remote moon location.
They unfortunately also knew that Lord Trakon planned on performing all measures of atrocities against the innocent civilians and royals that had been onboard the Viper with them. Rather than using the princess’s life to negotiate for credits or resources, Lord Trakon had made it clear he would rather use the princess for his sick amusement until he grew tired of her. Then he would very much enjoy breaking his enemy’s heart by sending his only daughter back to him in pieces over time.
Emotions threatened to overwhelm Onyx, proving to him just how much trouble they were in. He pushed the anxiety down to focus.
As much as he hated the idea of Princess Audra and her entourage being exposed to the violence of the upcoming event, he hoped they would all be present. It would make their escape easier if they didn’t need to spread out to round up the other Gradonians before rushing back to the Viper.
“I can see you are formulating an escape plan. Care to share?” His commanding officer and oldest friend knew him well.
Chained as they were in the painful positions, Onyx could only hope the cell was not being monitored by their enemy as he answered his commander.
“They will have to release us from the chains to move us to wherever this event is to take place. As tempting as it is to try to break loose immediately, it would be best to save our energy and wait until we have the princess and her entourage in our sights before we take action.”
“And just what action do you think we will be able to take under these conditions?” Khalil pressed.
“I had such anger towards the Alpha trainers in our lessons for forcing us to practice defense moves with unlikely objects until it seemed like child’s play. Today, I’m hoping to put those skills to good use.”
“You are more optimistic than I am. Even if we break free, trying to gather up the princess and her entourage will be difficult, if not impossible,” Khalil replied.
Onyx couldn’t argue with his commander’s logic. He forced himself to stay focused on a successful outcome, as the alternative was simply not acceptable.
He was just grateful they had not brought the king’s sister along with them on this voyage. As one of the rare remaining omegas on Gradonia, Alaina Gradon had turned into an outspoken advocate for omega rights on the Intergalactic Leadership Board. She thought the rest of the galaxy did not treat her and her fellow omegas with the respect and protection they deserved, too often letting them be rutted until they welcomed death.
Onyx knew an omega wouldn’t survive even one sol here on Trakonian soil. These barbaric beasts treated all female lives as disposable, good only to serve for their own enjoyment.
While becoming rare in Gradonia, there was a reason omegas in particular, and females in general, were near extinct on Trakonia. The males were so violent, they often killed their sexual partners during sex. The thought of the innocent females they had been protecting on the Viper being raped and tortured by the enemy for fun turned his stomach. They must find a way to escape before that happened.
When the heavy door to the holding cell crashed open, Onyx turned his attention to evaluating the enemy. As tall and broad as he was, he felt dwarfed by the mammoth size of the ugly Trakonian warriors. The two soldiers who had joined them approached Harvin, the youngest Alpha from the Viper. Once the young warrior’s chains fell from his wrists, he lunged forward with all his weight in an attempt to overpower the enemy. While he was unsuccessful, Onyx observed how slow the enemy’s reflexes were. Their lack of mobility might come in handy later.
Harvin was dragged from the room before the Trakonians returned twice more to unchain and steal away two other junior Alpha soldiers, each fighting unsuccessfully to overpower their captors.
Only when the heavy door slammed closed could the remaining five alphas finally breathe a bit easier.
“They are separating us. We need to break free now or we won’t be able to launch an escape,” Thrash groused.
“And just how do you plan to free yourself?” Avincent taunted, shaking his head as Thrash struggled in his chains.
Finally giving up, his fellow Alpha retorted, “Well at least I’m trying something. I don’t see you making a plan.”
The two males continued to exchange barbs, each not t
rusting the other.
Onyx wasn’t sure how they would break free either, but he did have a plan to share for when they did. He took charge, only talking loud enough so his fellow captives could hear.
“Listen, we don’t have much time. I sent a communication just minutes before the commander joined us in the control center. I reported on the unidentifiable substance we found on board. I also verified the tracking beacon was functional. Since we know the Viper is on this moon with us, it will only be a matter of time before we have a rescue squad arriving. We need to do all we can to be ready.”
“That might be easier said than done,” Khalil observed, yanking at the thick chains securing him to the stone wall as if he could magically pull away.
Onyx continued outlining the plan. “Try to slow them down. Keep them talking if possible. Drag out whatever this event is they have planned. With any luck, the princess and her entourage will be in attendance and we can all escape together.”
He bit off his next comment when the door swung open and the Trakonian guards re-entered, this time with a third armed enemy following behind, filling the cell with their putrid smell.
The soldiers surrounded Thrash, releasing him from his chains. His friend lunged forward, succeeding in knocking the middle enemy to the floor, but the remaining guards overpowered him.
From the floor, the enemy taunted Thrash with his scratchy verbalization. Onyx’s translator told him the guard had asked, “Why do you fight us, brother?”
Thrash roared his reply. “I am no brother to you!” he shouted back to the remaining Alphas as they dragged him away. “Don’t be too long! You won’t want to miss me killing these warmongers!”
As serious as their situation was, Onyx was relieved to hear his leader chuckle next to him.
