"Even now you resist," Cava Rek hissed as he looked back over his shoulder at the young fighter, "We cannot know the full range of side-effects prolonged exposure to these arousal compounds and sexual interactions with magisters or warriors will do to the human genome. You are easily the most genetically mutable species in the known universe, so who is to know what you or future generations will become, or even if you will still be classifiable as human. What I do know is this, you will break, and you will submit, sooner or later."
The warlord turned around and stood with his hands clasped together behind his back, his demeanor oozing with casual confidence and arrogant menace. Morgan could not help but to gasp ever so slightly as the tableau of sights set before her. The heavy rain clouds blocking the sky still allowed rays of sunshine to break through, like shining spears of illumination that painted the world in extremes of light and shadow. Beyond the great glass wall lie the remains of a broken metropolis, a shattered landscape of destroyed buildings and blast-cratered streets. The magister seemed to sense her attention shift, and what passed for a smile among the Izrid broke across his face even as his tongue shot from his mouth to lick his eyeball.
"Yes, there is an artfulness to it all isn't there?" he spoke as he looked behind him and then back at her, his reptilian tongue slipping out to sample the air, "You would not know it by our machines of war or the fearsomeness of our warrior brood, but we Izrid of the magister caste do have a grasp of art."
Without warning the warlord rushed forward, closing the distance between himself and Morgan in a blur of motion. He brought his face up to her ear, and whispered "Consider, for a moment, the grand scale of humanity's wanton abuse of this planet to build up its civilization, only to be subsequently destroyed by ours."
Cava Rek took a small step back as he tapped on his bracelet, which activated the collar and bid it dose her again with the arousal compound. Morgan moaned with a mix of protest and elation as the chemicals flooded her system, making it ever more difficult to ignore the sexual hunger that threatened to engulf her mind. The warlord reached out his hand to caress Morgan's face, and as she turned away in a show of revolt he ran his hand down her throat, over her breasts, down her stomach, and to the bottom of her thigh. He then leaned in to put his hand up her tight dress, and then slowly worked two fingers into her now pulsing womanhood.
"Consider, too, the resultant poetry of your current predicament," he boasted as Morgan's body shuddered from his fingers as he further stimulated her, "wherein you will be broken by my warriors as reprisal for your continued defiance, in full sight of a shattered human city of similar fate."
Cava Rek pulled his fingers from her body and turned his back on her, stepping over to the window and looking out across the city.
"You are so much like her, the woman who took my eye and nearly ended my life," he spoke as he stared into the landscape, "And like her there is no compromise in you, only resistance. My hope was that in this setting, where you are surrounded by comforts and treated with affection, you would find it in you to surrender. Like the war itself, there would have been a certain beauty in the two of us mating, to take pleasure in each other, perhaps even breed, if such a thing is possible. There could be peace in your subjugation to me, in remnant of humanity to the Izrid."
The warlord turned and began leaving the room, speaking at he walked to the door, "Alas, you reveal yourself to be as defiant and disposable as the rest of those I have taken captive, simple flesh for exploitation, in sex and science. I have instructed these warriors to punish you human, and they have had a great deal of practice in doing so. Know this, the arousal compound has been adjusted to a smaller dose, and will likely fade from your system before they are finished with you."
Morgan whimpered as the warrior lifted her off her feet and carried her to the lounge sofa. With one set of arms it held her wrists in place as the other two arms lecherously caressed her body.
"We will speak again when I return, to consider if your outlook has changed," came the voice of Cava Rek as the warrior stepped up onto the sofa and shoved its massive erection into Morgan's open mouth, "Assuming your esophagus hasn't swollen shut."
Morgan's body was awash in sensations, and her mind struggled to keep up even as it tried to keep her sanity above the rising chasm of sexual depravity. The nodule in her tongue was hard against the Izrid's cock, and she hoped that the force of his thrusts against its hard surface would not raise suspicions. Her womanhood ached with need, and she found herself reaching down to massage her own clit as the warrior pummeled the back of her throat with its engorged member. Morgan found herself relishing the dull pain of it, and savoring the oily musk of the Izrid's testicles as they slapped her chin. The young fighter gagged several times as the Izrid continued to thrust its cock down her throat, and in an effort not to pass out Morgan began hyperventilating through her nose even as her breath came in gasps induced by her own fingers upon her clit. Cava Rek had warned her that the arousal compounds would wear off, though in that moment of intense sensation his words faded as the darkness enveloped her and Morgan’s struggle was lost as she gave in to the sensations.
The warrior had only been penetrating the human for two time segments, and already it was struggling not to spill its seed. The warrior had strict commands not to permanently damage any human female, as had the other warriors in the compound who were sometimes allowed or commanded to fuck the captives. The warrior had little in the way of abstract intellect, so many of the subtleties of Cava Rek's orders were lost on it. This warrior in particular had been put on "punishment detail" many times over, and though it did not fully understand why this warrior was chosen, there was often discussion within earshot that this warrior had been the first to have a non-breeding sexual experience. There had been subtle ripples through the hive mind that this warrior possessed more individualistic traits that the other warriors of Warhive Sagmir or Warhive Gyrax, both of which were now ruled by a single magister. Cava Rek had kept this warrior, and another warrior, as close bodyguards, after they had saved his savaged body from certain death when the human resistance fighter that they called Tara had destroyed Warhive Gyrax.
In the many cycles since then this warrior had penetrated twenty-seven human females at the command of Cava Rek. This warrior, like all warriors, was linked to the other warriors, magisters, pilots, builders, and brood bearers on a primal level, and could sense in a very acute biological fashion changes in body temperature, hormone secretion, and fluid makeup. It could already tell that changes had begun to happen inside the female's body, and could sense an element of Izrid in her flesh that went deeper than the oils smeared on her skin by himself or the arousal compounds administered by the collar. What this warrior did know was that it was under orders to sexually abuse this human female, and though Cava Rek had left the room this warrior knew what the magister thought of as punishment. The warrior continued to fuck the human's mouth as it looked up and excreted a beckoning musk to the other warrior who had resumed standing silently in the corner of the room. It was the same warrior that this warrior had been sharing all sexual experiences with, ever since the two of them and the magister had group intercourse with the human called Tara. The other warrior finished binding the wound on its leg and stepped forward as its erection began to swell.
Morgan sucked in a lung full of air as the warrior pulled its cock from her mouth, leaving a trail of spittle that dripped onto her dress as the Izrid lifted itself off of the couch. The warrior sank to its knees and lifted Morgan's legs, which she couldn't help but to wrap around his waist. She flexed her thighs and drew him close while using her hands to guide his shaft into her waiting pussy. His powerful arms still had her wrists firmly pinned as his other hands pulled her dress up and over her breasts. The warrior began massaging her breasts, working her nipples between thumb and forefinger as he slammed himself in and out of her body. As the waves of sensation washed over her awareness Morgan felt a third pair of hands begin touching her, one
hand gripping a fistful of her hair and another grasping her throat. The young fighter opened her eyes as the hands pulled her head over the edge of the couch, and her gaze was met with the sight of another mighty Izrid member. Morgan didn't even have a chance to get a look at the warrior's face before the creature's testicles obscured her vision and his bulge filled her mouth.
Morgan had been with several men in her life, some decent gentlemen and others rough men who treated her roughly. She, like many other young women, found herself drafted into the military at the outset of WWIII. She had left a boyfriend at home whose engineering profession had been deemed critical to the civilian workforce. Simon had been his name, a truly nice guy, who treated her with respect, both in public and in the bedroom. Once in the military Morgan found herself in and out of relationships, mostly based in physicality or simple loneliness, as those were grim times for everyone. Most of those men had been soldier types, grunts who wanted to fuck hard and head back to the barracks before dawn. One such soldier, a man named Riece, had taken to slapping her around during sex, and though she might have one day grown to enjoy it, they never had the chance. Riece had died during the initial Izrid assault several years ago, and since then Morgan had little time or opportunity to be with anyone else.
What pleasure she had enjoyed with Cava Rek was certainly artificially induced, though she had to admit that she found some genuine pleasure in it. However, the pleasure at being fucked so brutally and so relentlessly by the two Izrid warriors was completely chemical. Morgan was struggling just to breathe as the Izrid fucked her throat, seemingly unconcerned with the occasional scrape of her teeth, such was the warrior's girth and the intensity of its thrusting. The warrior between her legs was driving into her with such force that she felt as if her internal organs had to rearrange themselves just to accommodate him. Her body should have been dumping adrenaline and battle hormones into her system, so furious was the sexual assault she was enduring, and yet her body had betrayed her. Instead it had been commanded by the arousal compounds to overproduce sex hormones and endorphins, increasing the blood-flow to her clitoris and making the touch of the Izrid sensually electric. The pungent musk that rose from the two warriors would normally have repulsed her, though with the arousal compounds screaming through her system the alien secretions were highly arousing.
After what seemed like hours of pumping, the warriors finally withdrew, pulling their cocks out of her in unison. At first she thought they were going to orgasm, and her excitement elevated at the thought, only to see that they had not finished with her. The first warrior picked her back up and sat down on the couch while lowering her onto his lap. Morgan's eyes widened as she descended upon the hard pillar of his alien manhood, her hands gripping the Izrid's to entwine their fingers as she gasped. The young fighter mounted the alien warrior and began lifting herself up and down his length, aided by his powerful arms as the two of them worked together. Morgan's mind had begun to clear, a fact that she had only gradually become aware of as she bounced. To her dismay she began to realize that her body was becoming hers again, and suddenly the pleasure she felt became revolting. The aggressive sexual attraction had faded as the arousal compound dissipated from her system. As her perceptions returned to her control she saw that instead of fucking a mighty Izrid warrior, who had already drawn an orgasm from her mere moments before, she was actually being violated by a reptilian alien invader.
This warrior was able to sense the fading of the arousal compounds that the magister had dosed the human with, and it had been waiting for this to happen. It was always the same when this warrior was on a punishment detail. The magister would give the human females a weak dose of the compound so that they would return to their standard physiological equilibrium mid-intercourse. Though this warrior did not understand why the warriors would suddenly repulse the females, for surely the compound could only affect a pre-existing sexual disposition, latent as it might be. Still, this warrior had his orders, and intercourse with human females was its own reward. This warrior had been struggling not to orgasm within only a few time segments of placing his penis into her mouth, and once inside her vaginal orifice he had nearly lost control several times. This warrior could sense that the human female was ovulating, and wondered if impregnation would be likely if it lost control. Perhaps that was the reason for the magister's orders to capture these females, to use as breeders. Regardless, this warrior could tell that the human female had regain her bio-equilibrium, and she attempted to raise herself off of him, an attempt he easily thwarted with his powerful arms. This warrior nodded at the other warrior, then with two hands he held the human's hands behind her back and with the others continued to lift her up and down on his shaft. The other warrior stepped behind the human female and pushed her forward, so that her chest pushed up against this warrior's own. This warrior could see the feral instincts of fight or flight in the human female's eyes as she struggled against their combined strength, and then she leaned her head down to bite his neck as the other warrior rammed his cock into her ass.
Morgan ground her teeth violently into the Izrid warrior's flesh with little physical effect, as his hide was too thick to be broken. The warrior behind her was not gentle with her as it pulled her hair, bringing her body into a deep arch as it filled her. Anal sex was not unfamiliar to her, though she had not done so since before the war, back when she was a teenager experimenting with her equally young boyfriend. As such she was completely unprepared for the overwhelming sensations of having two well-endowed warriors, each easily twice her size in body mass, take such simultaneous advantage of her body. She struggled against them, but was firmly held in place as they savagely abused her. Without the arousal compounds her awareness of the experience was raw and acute, though regrettably not without a modicum of pleasure. Morgan was angry with herself in those moments, furious that part of her enjoyed being handled so roughly. The pace of the alien violators increased, and the combined pleasure and pain of it was too much for Morgan to bear, and she slipped into unconsciousness as both Izrid orgasmed violently within, filling her with seed.
ACT IV
Morgan awakened to find herself laying on the floor, the oily secretions of the Izrid now dried and flaking upon her skin. Her entire body was in agony, as the soreness and swelling from the warrior's abuses had taken their toll. The sun was high in the sky and the light was hard upon the glass as she struggled to her feet. She gazed around the room and saw that the meat and fruit had been freshly replaced, and the heat knife still lay on the platter, as if left there to taunt her, to dare her to defy once more. Morgan was rather hungry, and despite her disgust at eating anything offered to her by these invaders, pragmatism overcame emotions and she ate her fill.
Surely the resistance would have attacked the compound by now, Morgan thought to herself as she walked into the bedroom to undress and step into the shower. She could not fathom what might have happened to delay the assault, and it shook her resolve deeply. As the hot water cascaded over her body she could not help but to weep, even if only for a moment, at the horrifying reality of her predicament. The memories of the last twenty-four hours stabbed at her mind, and it seemed that no matter how hard she scrubbed there was a dirtiness to her that could not be cleaned. Somehow she felt infected, some piece of Izrid filth still clinging to her invisibly.
Lost in her reverie, it took until the third explosion for Morgan to snap out of her daze and realize that something was happening. The young fighter turned off the water and stepped into the bedroom as she listened to the increasing sounds of violence. Several more explosions ripped through the compound, one of them vibrating the very foundations of the building. It was when the sounds of small arms fire erupted inside the building that Morgan shook off her lethargy and snapped into action. She slipped into a tight dress that had several lavish holes cut into the fabric to reveal parts of her bosom and thighs, though at the moment she cared little for appearances. She had to escape this apartment and join the fight. Sh
e found the flattest pair of shoes she could, and then snapped off the heels. She had just finished slipping them on when the door to the apartment was kicked open. Moments later Cava-Rek and two warriors pushed their way into the bedroom, one of the warriors armored for battle and one wearing the simple kilts they had been in earlier.
Cava-Rek held up a small cylindrical device, letting it pass back and forth in the direction of her body as he looked at the alien language of its readout. After a moment the warlord hissed and looked back at Morgan as he lowered the device.
"Transmitting devices in their tongues, as brilliant as it is frustrating, and I should have foreseen such an eventual response to my capture initiative," muttered Cava-Rek, seemingly more to himself than to Morgan, and then he looked her in the eye to speak, "There seems to be no end to the willingness of your species to forfeit your own lives and bodies in exchange for the damage or destruction of your enemies. So counter-evolutionary."
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