Portal

by Sydney Morgann

  Penny watched the fat man approach the cot and readied herself to attack when he got near. Her mind scrambled for a solution of how to overcome such a large man.

  Calm, she thought. Think calm. There is a way. Just calm down, and it'll come to you.

  She closed her eyes, concentrated, and began the process of controlling her body's chemistry. Years of practice on her home world now came to her rescue.

  Clyde's beefy hands reached down, grabbed the neckline of her jumpsuit, and ripped it down her body, exposing her nakedness. He lifted her up and ripped the tattered remnants off her. He panted and drooled onto her chest as his hands raked over her small breasts and bruised ribs.

  Fighting to keep control, Penny kept her eyes closed and forced her mind to ignore what was happening to her body. Slowly, the chemicals in her blood began to change, forcing the cells to dissolve.

  Clyde's thick lips locked onto her breast and began to suck painfully on the nipple while his sausage fingers fumbled around inside her vagina. Thick saliva dribbled down her side and the smell of bad breath and body odor almost made her lose concentration.

  Finally, her skin began to ripple, changing color and texture as it reformed into Penny's natural shape. Extra limbs began to form at her sides. A rounded opening appeared on each side of her vagina, puckered lips moved around their outside edges. Penny's mouth widened until most of her face was a purple mouth dominated by two orange snake-like tongues that slithered out to test, taste, and probe the surrounding air. Her red hair came alive, each strand thickened and became moist. Her eyes shone in the dark, no longer dependent upon outside light to see detail in the dim room.

  Clyde, oblivious to what was taking place, climbed onto the cot, used his thick knees to force her legs apart then fumbled with his penis, forcing it into her. Grunting with every thrust, his massive buttocks heaved his hips forward, forcing him deeper. With every thrust, his large, round head reared back and his teeth bared in primal lust.

  Penny reached up with all four muscular arms and wrapped them around Clyde's body, holding him to her with a strength ten men couldn't break. “Come, lover, you can do better than that,” she purred.

  Before Clyde could focus, comprehend what he saw, and scream, her enlarged mouth closed over his and the opening he thought was her vagina began sucking on what used to be his penis and testicles.

  Thank the heavens I never morphed with Tal, she thought as her pleasure grew in her home world's mating ritual. He would never have survived it. The last thing she thought before her orgasm rolled over her was, I like being an alien fucking machine that can take out the bad guys! Yah!

  She had just finished covering Clyde's body with a blanket and retreated back into a dark corner of the room when the outer door opened. Five more men wandered into the quarters. They moved toward Punter, who still snored at the table. A large man with the logo of an officer of some sort kicked the small man from his seat. “Hey, Punter! Where the hell is the broad Crowe promised us? You and Clyde didn't use her up already, did ya?”

  Punter rubbed his nose where it had collided with the floor. He sat up, looking dazed. “What broa ... oh, yeah, her. She's over there, with Clyde. He wanted first whack at her.” He looked around and blinked his eyes. “I must'a fallen asleep.”

  The big man looked over at Clyde's form on the cot. “Clyde's there, but he's asleep. There ain't no broad there. Where is she?”

  “I'm over here, guys,” Penny purred from the dark corner. “I'm ready for all of you, all at the same time.”

  “Holy shit, Nigel! We got us a hot one this time!” a redheaded man snorted beside the leader. “What are we waiting for? Let's give the lady what she wants.” He noted his friends’ lust glowing in their eyes. “All at the same time. I like it,” he added as he began to walk toward Penny with the others following.

  “That's it, honey. Let's party,” Penny purred. “I'll show you a time you'll never forget.”

  The leader, Nigel, held out an arm. “Hold on, men.” He peered into the dark corner and pulled a laser gun out of the waistband of his pants. “Show yourself, cunt.”

  The men behind him, now fearful and alert, pulled out their weapons and waited. The redhead hesitated then pulled out his weapon. “Yeah, you're right, Nigel. Even dames are dangerous out here.”

  Penny moved forward until the light from the oil lamps glistened on her naked body.

  In unison the men gasped.

  “What the fuck is that?” the redhead stuttered.

  “An alien, ya dumb prick,” Nigel retorted, looking Penny up and down. When his inspection was complete, he grinned. “But a very interesting one.” He laughed.

  Penny stood on two elongated legs, but she was sure they weren't what captured the men's attention. She was fairly sure the three vaginas surrounded by thick lips, her six breasts, and four arms, each with seven fingers topped with sucking pads, had sent their testosterone soaring. The smile on her wide face was inviting, friendly and sensual.

  “Well boys. You game?” She slowly turned so they could admire every inch of her well-equipped body. “As you can see, I'm built to please many at a time.” Her deep throaty laugh was a pure jolt of sexual tonic.

  The men surged forward, tearing off their clothes, as they stumbled over themselves to get to her first. Only Nigel stopped long enough to check on Clyde and found the man sleeping in a deep, deep sleep with a beatific smile on his face. Satisfied, Nigel hurried to elbow his men aside.

  “No need to hurry, boys,” Penny murmured. “Plenty here for everyone.”

  Chapter Twenty One

  Crowe's twelve-inch-long, three-inch-thick penis bobbed in front of Cea's mouth. “I don't like it when women who say they want to play with me don't cooperate,” Crowe growled at her averted face. “Now suck on it, bitch!”

  The chains holding her arms above her head rattled as she struggled to pull her face further away. “I told you I'm interested in business, not play,” she gritted through her teeth, unwilling to open her mouth.

  “Then, I'll just have to convince you that you do want to play, won't I?” he whispered in a threatening tone.

  He moved down the bed, forcefully grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs as far apart as they could reach. Holding her legs apart with his knees, he bent over and moved his head down, thrusting his tongue in between her cunt lips, probing and spreading her open with its tip.

  “You cowardly, bastard!” Cea spat while her hips bucked up and down and side-to-side, trying to dislodge his head. “How dare you! Get your filthy mouth off me!”

  Crowe reared his head back and grinned at her. “Cowardly, huh? You think it's cowardly to eat a woman's pussy?” He shrugged and laughed. “Maybe for some, but I love it.” He licked his lips and began to lower his head again. “You'll like it too, just wait.”

  “Yes! Cowardly when you force a woman. You're nothing but a filthy black-hearted rapist!” she screeched, thrashing even more energetically.

  Crowe stopped and sat up. “Rapist? Me? I've never had to rape a woman in my life,” he snapped.

  Her arms thrashed against the chains. “What do you call it when you shackle a woman and force yourself on her then?” she shouted. “I call that rape! Only cowards force sex on women who don't want them.”

  He looked genuinely puzzled. “You mean this isn't an act? You really don't want me?”

  “No, I don't want you, you asshole! Take these damned things off me,” Cea hissed.

  “I told you, Crowe,” a silky voice from behind one of the gauzy curtains said. “I'm the one who loves you, wants you. I'm the one who knows what you like.”

  Raven pulled the curtain aside and stepped into the candlelight. She glared at Cea. “This piece of trash isn't worth your time and energy.” She reached out and ran a long, sharp nail down the side of Cea's cheek, leaving a red welt. “She won't tell you anything. Let me have her. I'll get her to talk,” Raven growled with a predatory gleam in her eyes.

  Crowe stood up
and pulled on his pants. He scowled at Cea. “The woman must be bent to turn me down.” He waved a dismissing hand at her. “Take her, Raven. Do what you want with the sick bitch—but don't kill her. I want to know everything you get out of her right away.” He turned and stalked out of the room.

  Raven stood over the bed and stared at Cea. “You'll wish you had fucked him. It may have been the last chance you'll ever get to have a real man. After I get through with you, no man would want to look at you, much less touch you.” She laughed.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  “Boss, The Blackbird is docking. Scorpion says he ran into some trouble and needs to take on more firepower before going back out again,” the man's voice on the telecomm informed Crowe.

  Crowe sat at the command console of the alien transporter, his head covered by a golden helmet that hooked into the console computer board by a long, snaking cable. His black eyes glowed blue as his gaze fixed on the alien face that bulged from the dome of the machine. “Tell him to report to me right away,” Crowe commanded, before returning to his conversation with the alien. “We are doing all we can to find the answers for you, but we have been unable to find any. Do you have any suggestions?”

  “Our scientists tried for decades to get the biowave teleporter to work, but were unable. That is why we made this pact with you, human,” the alien voice rasped through Crowe's mind. “You promised us you could get it to work. We supplied you with all the technology you asked for—and all the firepower. Yet, you still cannot get it to work. Why should we continue to help you?”

  “Because we have a treaty with the aliens who supplied the device and you are their mortal enemies, Xarok,” Crowe replied, fighting to keep control over his mind as the alien fought just as hard to wrest it from him. “Without my help, you will never have it. And, you will never be able to travel from your world and seek the revenge on them that is the sole purpose of your life.”

  The pressure on Crowe's mind suddenly disappeared.

  “Yes, you are right, my friend. The Malfoi live to kill those who oppose us. We will gladly send more gems and weapons for your help. What else do you require?” Xarok asked.

  “I want the mind digitizer you promised me—and I want it now!” Crowe replied.

  The pressure inside his brain began to build again. “And don't try to force your will on me again, Xarok, or I'll shut this damned thing down and blow it up. Then, you won't ever have a chance of getting what you want.”

  The pressure disappeared.

  “It will be so,” Xarok said in a barely veiled tone of rage. “What do you want the digitizer for, if I may ask?”

  “I have many uses for a machine that can bend the will of men,” Crowe answered. “But it need not concern you. Just send it. Now.” Crowe ripped the helmet off his head, flung it onto the console and hit the off switch. He slumped against the highback chair where he sat and lowered his head into his hands, rubbing his temples with shaking fingers.

  “Boss?” Dirk shouted from the door. “You okay?”

  Crowe lifted his head, swiveled the chair around, and nodded at his personal bodyguard. “Yes, I'm fine. What did you find out about our guests?”

  “Their stories check out, boss. The council has a big price on English's head, just like he said. Even more interesting is the story behind that broad who owns the ship they came in, Captain Bodicea Knight. She really is the daughter of the old fart who worked on the clones for you and she did go to prison after the old man died. Maybe she wants to go her old man's route after all.”

  Crowe's head snapped up and his black eyes gleamed with interest. “Really? She could be valuable to us.” He slapped the arm of his chair. “Shit! Raven has her! Damn that woman and her sick games! Get down to Raven's fun room and get the Knight woman from her before there's nothing left of her.”

  Dirk nodded and rushed from the room.

  “Boss? Scorpion is in the hall, waiting for you,” the tinny voice on the telecomm reported.

  “Fine. I'll be right there,” Crowe responded. He stood on shaking legs, steadied himself by holding onto the chair for a minute, before straightening up and glaring back at the dome. “One day, Xarok, I'll kill you for what you're doing to me.”

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Ferret, his ear pressed against a small hole in the stone wall, nodded. “That fine lady Captain of yours is down in Raven's dungeon. I don't know where the redhead is yet, but I'd suggest we go get the Captain now. That is, if you want to get her back in one piece,” he whispered to Tal and Malcolm as they huddled inside the tunnel.

  “How far is this dungeon?” Malcolm asked, rubbing his damaged knee.

  “Three floors down, but we can get there faster than that monster guard of Crowe's, if we hurry,” Ferret replied.

  Tal nodded. “Let's go. We're running out of time.”

  The three moved off into the dark tunnels.

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Cea's nude body lay stretched, face down, on a slab of cold granite in the middle of a small rocky room. Various weapons and devices either hung on the walls or leaned against them. Thick metal bands embedded into the stone held Cea's wrists and ankles tightly against the cold rock.

  She watched Raven move toward her with the sinuous movement of a black adder. “Let me loose and make this a real fight Raven,” she hissed. “Or, are you too much of a coward like your pathetic excuse for a boyfriend?”

  Raven, her breasts and pubic area covered by black metallic scales that reflected the flickering light of the torches set into the walls, stood beside the table, eyeing an array of weapons she'd laid out earlier. Her body shimmered with oil and perspiration and her long black braided hair lay on her bare back like a whip. Her chest heaved, most likely with anticipation, as she picked up one weapon after another, inspecting them like rare pieces of art.

  “Your insults don't bother me, bitch. I'm going to enjoy this, with or without your participation.” She chuckled, fingering a short, multi-tailed whip with wicked metal prongs on each of its tails. She laid it back down. “No, I think I'll save this one for last. It makes such a mess.”

  She picked up a small dagger and rubbed her thumb over the blade. A small rivulet of blood dripped from her skin. “Maybe this one to start.” Then, she hesitated once more, laid it back down, and picked the whip back up. “But I do so love this little devil,” she sighed. “Yes, I'll start with this one. I'll just have to be careful not to make too much of a mess.”

  Cea eyed the whip with distaste. “Whips. Give me a sword and let me show you how to appreciate a real weapon, you ugly bitch!”

  For her response, Raven raised the whip and brought it down on Cea's back.

  Cea could feel the welts the lethal weapon raised as Raven leaned over and hissed into Cea's ear, “Real weapon? You haven't even begun to learn about real weapons. But I'll teach you.” The vile woman's breath came fast and hard and she raised the whip again. “Oh, yes, I'll teach you.” The whip came down, this time across Cea's bare buttocks.

  Cea screamed.

  Raven laughed with malicious glee.

  Chapter Twenty Five

  “Do you mean to tell me that English, the robot and the two women are spies for the council, and High Commissioner Gains is in on it?” Crowe bellowed at Scorpion. “That son of a bitch tells us he's running the council now and that he wants our help to overthrow them then he sends English to steal our transporter? He even supplies them with records he thinks he can get past me?” Crowe's rage exploded into the banquet hall.

  Scorpion stood before the dais, his face emotionless and his hand ready to pull the weapon at his side if Crowe lost all control. “I told you, Crowe. We ran into English when he met up with Knight's ship, just before they went to the machine planet and picked up Ferret. They can only be working with Gains. How else could they have found out about you, this place and what you have here? I tell you, Gains betrayed us.”

  Crowe stopped pacing and stood, glaring down at Scorpion. �
�Why didn't you blast them out of space before they got here? How did they get away from you?” His eyes gleamed with suspicion.

  Scorpion began to sweat, but schooled his face to show no emotion. “At first, English and the redhead tried to pass themselves off as criminals wanting to hook up with our operation, but I didn't buy it. I had their ship destroyed, then the Knight woman showed up and rescued them. Somehow, they disappeared, even though The Blackbird should have caught them easy. I can't explain how they got away, but you say they're here now. All we gotta do is kill them then go take out Gains, the lying bastard, High Commissioner or no.”

  Crowe visibly relaxed. “Yes, all we have to do is kill them, if the women aren't dead already.” He nodded at a man standing by the door. “Check the pit and bring me the men, then bring me whatever is left of the redhead from the men's quarters and the Knight woman from Raven's dungeon. Bring them alive, if possible. I want to have a little talk with them.” He moved to a chair and sat down. “Gains is no problem. We don't need his protection anymore. I have plans of my own; plans that will insure my power in this quadrant no matter what they send against me. I'll be invincible.” Crowe threw his head back and laughed maniacally.

  Scorpion showed emotion for the first time.

  He frowned.

  Chapter Twenty Six

  “Stand back, Agent English,” Malcolm ordered before placing both legs against the stone of the tunnel. Using the servos inside his thighs and pushing with all his might, the stone wall began move. “There's going to be a lot of dust and some collapsing of the tunnel,” Malcolm added when the wall gave way and collapsed into Raven's dungeon room.

  Tal and Malcolm surged forward, waving their arms to clear the dust from their line of vision.