Alien Embrace

by Tracy St. John

  “Break them in,” Breft corrected absently.

  Amelia yanked hard on her arms. She didn’t want to be restrained, not when Breft could easily turn cruel. Not when she responded so obscenely to the mere thought of cruelty. Breft’s hand was like a vise, holding her easily, and the restraint made her wet.

  He stood, pulling her up with him. “Where were they?”

  Rajhir pointed to a curtained wall. “Behind that.”

  Breft half-pulled, half dragged Amelia to the wall the Dramok indicated. He swept the curtain aside to reveal metal cuffs attached to the wall: two slightly above Amelia’s shoulder height, and two near the floor.

  “Plasians know how to have fun,” he remarked, looking the restraints over.

  “Don’t you dare!” Amelia shouted. She tried to kick Breft. He dodged the blow easily and used his own leg to sweep hers out from under her. He caught her about the waist to keep her from falling to the floor. “Behave, little girl,” he warned. “I don’t want to have to actually punish you. I want you to enjoy me.”

  Quicker than she could think, he had her up against the wall. A cuff snapped around one wrist, and he stretched the other arm to manacle it as well. Amelia was bound helplessly.

  “Such tiny wrists,” Breft mused. “She is as small-boned as the Plasians.” He crouched down to cuff her ankles, easily overpowering her desperate struggles. “These fit her perfectly.”

  Arms and legs spread, Amelia had no way to protect herself. She hung from the wall, completely at Breft’s mercy. With nothing else left to do, she dropped her head and sobbed.

  “Why are you crying?” the Nobek asked softly. He ran his hands up and down the insides of her legs. “You know you will enjoy what I do to you. I will not harm you beyond what you enjoy. You will be treated immediately for any scratches or bruises.”

  “It’s perverted to like being chained up. No one should like this,” Amelia answered.

  “But you do, and I want to make you happy.” Breft traced his finger through the fresh warm moisture wetting her pubic curls.

  She squirmed at his touch and cried harder. Nasty girl! Whore! Her mother’s voice had rarely been so loud. Yet her body was heating at Breft’s touch, her insides tumbling with excitement as she thought of all the things he might do to her.

  “Why do you call it perverted?” Rajhir asked. “It hurts no one and makes you feel desire. If it pleases you, we are happy to provide bondage.”

  “There is nothing wrong with being bound,” Breft added. He stroked her sex with a bold touch. “It adds excitement to lovemaking. You liked it the day of the picnic.”

  “You bit me and I was drunk. I couldn’t help it that day.” Amelia voice was hoarse with tears, but her insides were melting with his stimulation. “Don’t make me do this. I don’t want to be evil.”

  Breft stepped close to whisper in her ear. “You are not evil. Not even close. But you are a naughty girl, my little Amelia. You are naughty, and I will reward you for it.”

  Her heart quickened. Two of his fingers plunged inside her and she spasmed with a cry. Her arms strained against the cuffs, but the restraints held.

  Breft worked his fingers in her, making her wetter, making her hotter. Amelia twisted, trying to dislodge the digits, but she simply could not move far enough to escape the pleasuring. His fingers continued to stroke her core without missing a beat. Her pussy clenched, trying to pull his touch in deeper.

  Breft bent his head to whisper in her ear. “There is nowhere to go. You cannot hide. You love me doing this to you.”

  Amelia turned her face as far away from his as she could, squeezing her eyes shut and willing her body to quiet.

  “Amelia, I am going to enjoy having you trapped helpless while I make love to you,” Breft breathed. She felt him draw closer. His body pressed against hers, his sexes thick between them. Amelia couldn’t repress the shiver that ran through her.

  His hand moved from her sex to his own, positioning himself for the first thrust. “I love having you wide open for my pleasure. You are mine, my sweet. Mine for the rest of our lives.”

  He entered her deliberately, as if to savor his command over her helpless body. Amelia groaned between her clenched teeth. Damn him, it felt so good for him to fill her slowly.

  “You are so tight and yet soft and yielding. Warm,” Breft whispered. His hands stroked up and down her ribs, hips, and thighs, sending pleasurable shivers through her being. “I love being inside you, feeling you all around me. I love how your stomach trembles when you get close to pleasure. Even now, while you refuse to look at me, I feel how wet you are. I feel your sex clutching mine, drawing me in deeper.”

  “Shut up,” Amelia whimpered. His warm breath tickled her ear, making things below squeeze tight. The things he said and the low confident voice he said them with only intensified the sensations of his lovemaking. She trembled noticeably and hated herself for the weakness.

  “Feel me taking you. Know I can do whatever I wish to your delicious little body, and you cannot stop me.”

  Amelia heard the predatory smile in his voice as he so very slowly pumped his penises in and out of her. Every stroke was delightful torture, making her hips roll forward to greet him despite her attempts to not respond. His tongue licked delicately at the curves of her ear. Amelia jerked at the unexpected sensual contact. Her hands and feet stopped short in their bonds, reminding her of Breft’s complete control over her. The heat in her womb grew.

  Where are you now, Mama? Why aren’t you telling me how evil, how perverted I am? Tell me of the punishments in hell I’ll suffer for sins of the flesh. Tell me of the eternity of flames for a few moments of pleasure. Make me not want this. Save me, damn you!

  Mama’s voice was silent, lost in the gentle thrusts of Breft’s hot flesh, lost in his whispered temptations.

  “I would like to set you free in the forest and let you run from me. I would like to hunt you like prey, to follow your scent, to sense your fear as I draw close. I will chase you down, throw you to the ground, tear your clothes from your body. I take you like an animal, biting and clawing and rutting while you struggle to escape, a struggle you cannot win. I take you hard, prying you open with my sexes, and you climax for me, screaming while I take all I wish.”

  Amelia moaned, wanting the fantasy he teased her with, imagining it as he found that spot inside her, making her sheath glow with molten lust. His rhythm quickened, the friction making her hotter, wetter. Her teeth unclenched to allow her gasping breath to come faster. She moved up and down against the wall as Breft drove against her.

  He continued to tease her with whispered words. “I think I will leave you bound to the wall so I can take you when I please. So I can do this—” he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples until she spasmed with a cry “—as I walk by your helpless body. I will make you my beautiful, pleasurable decoration. You will hang here for the enjoyment of my eyes and my body. You who once created art will be artwork yourself.”

  Amelia sobbed in erotic agony as his thrusts grew more powerful. She felt her helplessness keenly; she knew he could make good on his threats to leave her cuffed to the wall, to make her a toy to play with when he wished. The fear enhanced the heat in her loins, and she felt her body cycling up that wonderful peak once more.

  Breft grabbed her chin and made her face him. His mouth smashed down on hers, forcing her open to take his tongue. He held her head still while his free hand molded her breasts with rough care. Her moans under his assault were continuous as his hips quickened against her. He plunged deep into her. He found the end of her, sending a jolt of ecstatic torment through her womb. She screamed into his mouth and he growled in response.

  Amelia felt the hardness of his fangs against her lips, and she knew he was close. Her own peak was within reach, sweeping closer. Breft pounded her against the wall, his rhythm faltering even as his hips drove harder. He reared back, his fangs nicking her tongue as he pulled his face away to roar his climax. The cut stung
for an instant, then Amelia’s own orgasm flooded her body, leaving her clawing at the wall and thrashing in her bonds.

  Breft stayed inside her until she quieted. Before he disengaged, he leaned close to whisper once more in her ear. “You are my world. I would die for you, my little Earther.”

  Amelia started at the feeling in his voice. Breft wouldn’t look at her as he moved away, as if afraid to meet her eyes. He walked to the bathing basin and plunged in, splashing water to the floor. He sank down and sighed as water swirled around his muscled frame. His face relaxed into a contented smile.

  Rajhir still sat on the lounger, his eyes taking in the view of Amelia cuffed to the wall. Flencik emerged from the cooking area with a tray of food. He brought it to Amelia.

  “You must be starving.” He waved a nellus berry beneath her nose. “Eat.”

  She longed to take the morsel he offered, but pride stiffened her spine. “Let me out of these manacles first.”

  “I will let you out when you eat.” Flencik ran the berry across her lips, teasing her.

  Anything to be released, she thought, parting her lips for the first bite. Then she thought better of it and jerked her head away. “No,” she said between clenched teeth.

  “Amelia.” The one word held soft reproach.

  “Let me go.”

  Flencik sighed heavily. “If I let you out of the cuffs, you will eat?”

  “Not just the cuffs. Let me go.”

  The lounger creaked, letting Amelia know Rajhir had risen from his seat. She heard his heavy tread approach. Fear threaded through her belly.

  “Amelia, you will eat the food Flencik gives you.”

  “No.”

  A splash signaled Breft’s exit from the basin. They were about to gang up on her. She lifted her chin and looked at the three grim faces surrounding her, hoping she appeared more resolute than she felt.

  “What do you think you will accomplish by refusing your meal?” Rajhir asked. His voice was quiet and controlled, but Amelia saw the darkness in his eyes. “What do you get out of making yourself miserable?”

  “It’s called a hunger strike. I won’t eat in protest of you kidnapping me and holding me against my will. If you care anything about me, you’ll let me go. If not, I starve to death.” Amelia felt a stab of pride at how steady her words sounded.

  Breft made a sound of exasperation. “I will bite her, and she will eat. Argument over.” He moved toward her.

  Rajhir’s arm shot out, barring the Nobek from sinking his fangs in Amelia’s neck. “No. Put the food away, Flencik.”

  Flencik stared at the clan’s leader. “She needs to eat. It has been almost a day since she last—”

  “Let her feel hunger.” Rajhir stared into Amelia’s eyes. He spoke to her, his voice steel under the outward softness. “I wanted to do this gently. It tears at my heart to be cruel to you, but I tell you now I will not be coerced into releasing you from my clan. Letting you go is an impossibility, my Matara.”

  “I am not your Matara,” Amelia spat at him. “I will not cooperate with you in any way.”

  A muscle jumped in the Dramok’s jaw, but his tone was as strong as ever. “Until you eat you will be punished. We will offer no more bites, no more intoxication to ease your conscience when we bring your body to pleasure.” His grin appeared, frightening in its savagery. “I assure you, we will enjoy your body with great frequency. We will enjoy your body in ways that you fear; with bondage, with pain, and with domination. We will do this because you respond to those ways best. You will be humiliated because you cannot avoid the desire your body feels.”

  Amelia swallowed past her fear. “I’m not bluffing, Rajhir.”

  “I know. It will hurt us to see you suffer, but you must accept you are our Matara.”

  “I can’t. What you’re doing is wrong.”

  “I know for you, it is.”

  She stared at him. Rajhir was admitting to being wrong?

  He sighed, the savage anticipation on his face replaced by regret. “Amelia, my people are dying. We have done everything possible to halt our extinction, and none of it has worked. We begged your government to test for compatibility and possibly allow us to breed with willing women from your planet. They turned us away instantly.”

  Amelia didn’t want to feel sorry for the Kalquorians’ terrible plight. “Do you think that excuses you from taking me from my life?”

  Rajhir shook his head. “Perhaps I would have walked away from this duty of mine to save the Empire, but I cannot do so when I have your welfare to consider. If you go back to Earth, you run the risk of someone discovering what you did with us here. Even if they have no proof, your government might assume the worst and punish you horribly. All of us are out of options. You are compatible and in danger and I must make you a part of my clan. I am sorry, but that is how it must be.”

  Amelia looked away from the pain in his eyes. She didn’t want to know Rajhir felt bad about keeping her prisoner, especially if he wouldn’t set her free. Especially when he claimed he was doing it for her.

  “I cannot accept this, Rajhir. I will not comply.”

  “Then you leave me no choice. Those who adore you must torment you until you agree to eat. Until you submit to your new life with us.”

  The Dramok turned away and returned to his seat on the lounger. He wouldn’t look at her.

  Breft also turned his back on Amelia, going back to the basin. He sat in the water heavily. He gazed upon her, and his expression was pained. He and Rajhir looked as if she’d crushed their feelings. As if they were the ones made to suffer.

  Flencik stood before her with the tray of food, indecision stamped on his broad face. He glanced at Rajhir.

  “Put it away, Imdiko.” The Dramok’s tone was gentle.

  Flencik turned back to their prisoner. “Please, Amelia,” he implored. “I know you are hungry.”

  She was starving. Her stomach growled, trying to convince her of her foolishness. She stiffened her spine and looked into his beseeching eyes. “Let me go.”

  Flencik’s shoulders drooped. He walked away from her, carrying the tray of delicious food into the kitchen. His head hung down. As he passed Rajhir, Amelia heard him murmur, “I hate this. This is not what I agreed to, Rajhir.”

  The Dramok didn’t respond. He simply sat there, staring into space. No one said anything else for a long time.

  Chapter 10

  Amelia squeezed her eyes shut, as if doing so would also block the sensations of the vibrating instrument Flencik pressed to her sex. The soft, flesh-like pad thrummed against her exposed clitoris, making her arch in her bonds. She cried out.

  Breft had left on a mysterious errand earlier, but she’d gotten no relief from the desires of the other two clan members. Rajhir and Flencik had placed her in the restraints facing the wall after she’d wakened from restless sleep. Now the Dramok focused his mouth and fingers on her anus as Flencik teased her sensitive womanhood with his new toy. He’d concocted it from his medical supplies, informing Amelia with a devilish grin of what it would do to her. Amelia knew something of the vibrating sex toys the Plasians used but had not taken the opportunity to familiarize herself with them. It just seemed too … lewd. Sexual relations with machines? She simply couldn’t fathom the idea.

  Watching Flencik manufacture his instrument from nonorganic skin grafting material, a vaginal examination probe, and the small motor of a muscle-stimulating device, Amelia had been convinced she’d never respond to the bizarre contraption. It would be too perverted for even her odd sexual hungers.

  She was wrong.

  The probe, made almost Kalquorian penis-thick by the covering of fake skin, operated like a piston. It extended into Amelia’s vagina then retracted, pushing in and out at varying speeds which Flencik controlled with a switch. A lip of the skin grafting material covered her clitoris. The muscle stimulation motor was wired into the pad, sending vibrations of varying strength, again controlled by a switch.

  Am
elia’s hips bucked uncontrollably as the device delivered pleasure. She heard Flencik chuckle through her groans. “I say the test is a success.”

  Rajhir rubbed a calloused thumb over her anus. “I agree.”

  “It’s much more powerful than anything I could find ready-made on Plasius. Plasians don’t really require much stimulation to climax.”

  “It will be good to use on our Matara while we sleep or are unable to pleasure her because of other duties. Will the harness work?”

  “I hope so. It will be useless if someone must to hold it in place all the time.”

  Flencik kept the device pressed against Amelia’s quivering flesh as he threaded the harness straps around her waist and thighs. While he worked to attach it to her body, Rajhir pressed his thumb into her nether orifice, sending fresh pleasure through the sensitive ring of muscles. Quiet sobs punctuated her louder moans as Amelia inwardly berated herself for enjoying such vile activities.

  The clan had made good on Rajhir’s threat to pleasure Amelia with sex that included bondage and rough play. Flencik’s machine was only the latest indignation she’d been forced to endure. The more helpless they made her and the more depraved the sex, the more hungrily her body responded. She had no ability to stop the orgasms that left her hanging exhausted in the manacles.

  “Let us see if it will hold,” Flencik murmured, securing the last strap in place. He turned the vibrator to its highest setting and the probe to its fastest pace before taking his hand off the device.

  The intensity of the stimulation sent Amelia writhing violently. The probe jackhammered her womb, rubbing that most sensitive spot with unrelenting pressure. Flencik had molded the fleshy lip to her clitoris. The vibration seemed to thrum through her very soul. Her head fell back, and her legs went out from under her as all strength drained from her body. With wordless sobs she tried to beg the men to make it stop, but speech proved impossible. Orgasm attacked her with incredible swiftness. The pleasure spiked within her belly, almost painful in its excruciating ecstasy. As the climax crested Amelia lost ability to draw breath. She hung suspended on its sharp point for an eternity, caught between the instant of anticipation and realization. Then she tipped over, and climax steamrolled through her. Her voice returned, shrieking to shake the very heavens. She fought the restraints, desperate to escape before the elation killed her. Already it built again, threatening to burst her wide open.