Slave: A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance (Dothkhan Alien Warriors Book 1)

by Tahlia Black

  He stands back. “This device was designed for pain, but it has other uses. It can be a source of pleasure as well. Would you like a demonstration?”

  I remain defiant. “Go to hell.”

  The Dothkhan lifts his hand and gives a quick motion like he’s trying to turn a tap in midair. Instantly, the seashell comes to life inside me, vibrating and pulsing, such a thick and all-consuming pleasure following that my entire body goes limp and lax at once.

  My mouth falls open, drool running from it in a straight line to the floor, my eyes rolling up into my head as the pleasure takes me, the ecstasy so full and dominating, the insides of my thighs soon turn hot and wet.

  The seashell stops just as I’m about to climax, my body buzzing. My vision returns, my heart beating hard and my breathing erratic. That was only a few seconds. I cannot imagine what would happen if the shell was to continue.

  The Dothkhan comes forward, his cock an iron bar between his legs as thick as my wrist, glowing and swirling with azure. He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh and brings it to his mouth, his tongue licking away my arousal. “The device pleases you,” he announces, “but I wonder, can you take more?”

  His fingers glide into my wetness, grasp the seashell and pull it free. He places it against my forehead. It softens and melts, spreading out across my skin, latching onto it.

  I panic. “What are you doing?”

  He responds with another motion of his hand, an intense burn running right into the middle of my head before filtering out throughout the remainder of my body. Between my legs my sex responds, flowering open and growing wet.

  I blush, patches of rose drawn out over my skin.

  I cannot place the sensation the seashell provides this time, but it is far from the pain it delivered when it was inside my neck, when it was implanted there against my will.

  Through glassy eyes I watch as the Blue One approaches, his cock rising and then separating into two equally large members, splicing before my very eyes. I can’t believe what I’m seeing until it’s happened, two thick cocks, one sitting on top of the other, balls smooth as marbles below glowing blue.

  With another twist of his hand I’m separated from the cross at my back, the bracelets breaking free but still hovering in the air and holding me aloft. Most of my weight is on my wrists, but they’re held firm. There is no escape.

  The other Dothkhan hasn’t moved at all, but I notice his cock has risen into a fierce erection, his hand slowly stroking it from the corner.

  The Blue One draws my ankles up with a flick of his wrist, my legs folding and moving into the air. He steps between them, my exposed pussy inches away from his own sexual organs.

  The Blue One presses a hand against the seashell on my forehead. The penetrating pain I know so well follows, forces its way deep into my skull. I scream just before he lifts his hand away, the pain dissipating.

  “As you can see,” says the Dothkhan, raising his hands, “the device can provide both pleasure and pain. Only we control which you shall receive. Please us and it shall be the former. There is no reason you should live out your days in pain, Nu’va, but test us and you will regret it.”

  With a flick of his fingers the seashell injects another shot of bliss into my body. Like the pills, I crave more. I try to open my legs wider, but the bracelets around my ankles hold firm.

  The Blue One hovers a hand over my clit. At first I can barely feel it, but after a while I realize there is suction there. My clit is being drawn towards the palm of his hand, slowly sucked and milked to attention. My back kinks and I moan, ashamed at myself for falling for this alien stranger but at the same time not wanting the sensation to end.

  The Blue One’s hand hovers lower and the suction becomes more intense, my skin lifting away and my clit suckled until I am once again knocking on the door of orgasm.

  I breathe out, close my eyes, try to savor the fall, but the Blue One doesn’t allow it, lifting his hand away and leaving me once more abandoned.

  “Enough,” he says. “It is time for me to sample what we have paid so handsomely for, don’t you think, brother?”

  The Dothkhan in the corner nods.

  That explains that, I surmise.

  With a turn of the Blue One’s hand the bracelets around my wrists clamp together hard, a metallic ringing following that reverberates through my small frame.

  The bracelets twist and I am turned over in midair looking down at the floor. The bracelets around my ankles begin to part and lift up, forcing me into a kneeling position aloft.

  Two hot hands fall upon the globes of my ass, separating my cheeks, my pussy parting below in wet supplication.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Preparing to penetrate you, of course.”

  Something thick and hard runs up into the hot pocket of my pussy, another indent of pressure following against the tender pucker of my asshole.

  “No, you can’t!”

  It’s now I realize why the split, why the two members.

  I shift in my bonds, but they allow no movement. I am trapped by invisible forces, by a perversion of gravity and about to be taken in both holes by this alien, this abomination of nature.

  But the worst thing?

  I want it.

  I need it.

  I am compelled.

  He spreads my ass cheeks wider and begins to shift himself against me, the head of the cock sliding easily into the wet channel of my pussy, but the cock against my ass simply rebounding off.

  The Blue One tries again, more of his cock taken up in the slick confines of my sex, but the one above unable to make ground.

  “You will comply,” he demands.

  His hand comes around and presses the seashell. A flood of endorphins follow. I relent, relax, my sphincter following and allowing the bulbous head of his second cock to slowly fill my ass.

  The sensation evaporates and I become acutely aware of both members, the way they stretch and open me out. I grunt and moan, the organs simply too large for my tiny body, but the Dothkhan continues on. He draws back, my waist going with him, and slams forward, half of his cocks swallowed up into my tiny body.

  I give another gasp, my body straining but the feeling of fulfillment coming with such intensity already I am at the precipice of climax.

  “It is even better than I imagined,” the Blue One says, his voice suddenly weaker.

  He draws back and heaves against me again, the bracelets refusing to budge.

  I can’t help the flood of wetness that follows, the urgency by which I crave more.

  He builds into a rhythm, pounding into me over and over, his cocks gaining more and more ground until I am sure he has hilted himself inside me, my ass stuffed full, both cocks only separated by the thin wall of flesh between them.

  I’ve never been taken in the ass before, never imagined it could be pleasurable, but this is far beyond any sexual intercourse I’ve been through before. This is something new and foreign—alien, I realize.

  As he fucks me, the seashell lets off more sensation. It flows and ebbs inside me, runs up and down my spine before stabbing into my sex like a lightning bolt, the heat of his cocks cooking me from the inside-out. I feel like soon I will combust, a fiery gift to the gods.

  Suddenly the seashell flares again, my throat drawing tight. I try to draw in air, but it’s no good. The Dothkhan has commanded the shell to close my airways.

  No.

  No.

  The more I struggle for air, the more my panic grows and the more my arousal grows in turn until I can longer separate the two. I see stars and pinpricks of light, about to fall into unconsciousness when, with another jerk of his hand, the seashell releases the muscles in my throat and I can breathe again.

  The Dothkhan plays me with, allows the seashell to clench and release my pussy and ass, uses them to milk his member against my will, tighten my insides and cause flutters of sensation to run across my skin.

  I don’t know how long he fucks
me, only that I grow increasingly desperate, the sensation growing and growing, orgasms rising but always dampened down before they are allowed to bloom in full.

  Why is he torturing me like this? I wonder. Torture me while his brother watches from the corner, slowly stroking his own rigid cock.

  The whole time the Blue One continues to plunge in and out of my wetness until both orifices are well stretched, perhaps never to return to what they once were.

  Hanging from the suspended bracelets, my body swings back and forth as he powers into my frame, my ass cheeks oscillating with each thrust and both cocks driving to the very end of me. I don’t know how it’s possible I have taken such large organs, how I have not been torn apart, but this is a strange and new world full of new and powerful sensations, as alien to me as the landscape outside.

  I draw to climax and fall away, the shell working to keep me perpetually simmering at the point of orgasm, awaiting its master’s command.

  “Please,” I beg, my voice as wet as my open orifices, “I need to come.”

  The Blue One ignores my pleas, plunging long and deep, the sound of his cocks filling me, pressing into my body, filling the room.

  I notice his brother is stroking his cock faster, his fisted hand plunging up and down its length.

  “Please,” I repeat, “I have to…”

  The Blue One draws his cocks out, my ass and pussy bored out and wide open, desperate to be stuffed full once more.

  The bracelets spin in the air and I am flipped over, facing my captor.

  I’m surprised to see he no longer glows blue completely. Bursts of red and orange now run through his core, his cocks almost completely crimson and glowing brighter than any part of his body. I can see the energy and heat flowing through them, the way they twitch and jerk with eagerness.

  I watch him with lusty, desperate eyes, my arms aching, my joints aflame, but my need hungrier than ever.

  Holding my thigh, he uses one half to keep my body aloft in the air and the other to guide his cocks into position. He lets them sit there, their crowns just resting in the slack rings of my body’s most private places.

  “Do you wish for me to take you, 331?”

  I’m ashamed to be called by that number again, but oddly it only increases my desperation further.

  “Yes,” I plead.

  “So be it.” He thrusts forward harder than ever, filling both orifices full, drawing out and taking me with him before powering back inside and opening up new blooms of pleasure inside me.

  He shifts his hand to my buttocks, holding me in position while he pounds me brutally, running his other hand up the side of my leg, over the corrugations of my rib cage and over my breast, clenching it hard and pulling at my nipple with two, twined fingers. He squeezes and pulls, draws it away tight from the dark areola below until I’m wincing and begging for his mercy

  The heat in my ass and pussy grow, burning me from the inside out. My body boils from within, sweat breaking out on my brow and under my arms, the fog of sex heavy in the air but only from my own, anxious arousal.

  The Dothkhan lets go of the breast and runs his hand down the center of my torso, lifting it just above my clit. The sucking action returns, my clit drawn towards his hand, milked into submission.

  My head flops between my raised arms, my tawny hair wild and frayed. I moan and whimper, beg and beg him over and over to stop. I’m too sensitive, his cocks and hands combined too much for my feeble human body.

  Every time he lowers his hand, the suction increases until I hit a wall, the following climax just slipping away as the seashell works its magic.

  The Blue One leans forward, his cheek hot against the side of my face. He speaks into the pink cornucopia of my ear. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” I plead. “Please. Please.”

  He presses his hand down fully on my clit, placing the other on the seashell on my forehead, hammering into my poor body all the while.

  My clit explodes, the sensations spiraling out and reaching deep inside my core, but the sensations from the seashell change. A sharp and penetrating pain stabs right into the cortex of my brain, pleasure and pain colliding inside me in equal turn until I am thrown into an orgasm so intense it is as though I have been stripped apart atom by atom.

  My jaw locks, my body shaking and quivering. My ass and pussy are lost, clenching and releasing quickly against the organs that fill them, milking and squeezing and in constant motion.

  I lose my sight, my vision clouded over with color as another wave of pleasure consumes me.

  I begin to eject fluid, squirting, my thighs slick and wet.

  The Blue One stiffens and bellows.

  The flood that follows is immense.

  My vision returns just as the Blue One releases, his entire body lit red and his eyes white, each cock pumping in turn and the hot spill of semen following to fill every inch of my ass and womb.

  I come again at the sight, this orgasm lingering far longer than the first.

  Still, the Blue One jerks and releases inside me. I look down between my legs and see his desire seeping out from my lips, purged from my holes. It glows red just like his body, spilling from my splayed lips like liquid lava, the heat intense.

  The bracelets release and I crash to the floor, the Blue One falling on top of me, crushing me of air.

  I gasp, stuck underneath him, his cocks birthed from my body as he pushes himself away, a terrible void where they were opening up and a river of fiery cum following onto the floor.

  I want to pass out. Never have I been so utterly defeated, so beaten to my most primal urges.

  The Blue One reaches down and scoops me from the floor. I’m limp in his hands, a wet feather. I can’t even keep my head up.

  A bed rises from the floor. It appears hard and stony, full of edges, but when he places me upon it the material changes. I morph and fall into it. The Blue One lies beside me, his cocks wilted and merging together before my eyes, the smell of his arousal like the air after a storm. Flickers of red run under his skin, but soon he is cool again, the same cerulean I have come to know so well.

  I run my fingers over his skin, press against his abs and feel the heat still permeating below.

  “What’s your name?” I ask, my voice meek.

  “Stratus.”

  I look to the corner. “And your brother?”

  “Tyrus, but you only need to call us by one name—Master. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Master,” I reply weakly, before falling in a deep and all-encompassing sleep.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  EVE

  This month’s battlefield of choice on planet Nobody Gives a Damn spills out below us. Even from 10,000 feet up it looks a hell of a lot more inviting than the flying tin can I’ve been cooped up in for the last four hours.

  Gyro, the human concrete slab opposite me is grabbing his groin. “Brand-new vibro implant,” he says. “Cost me a whole month’s wages. I’ll let you try it if you want, free of charge,” he winks.

  I want to vomit but instead reply, a finger pensive on my chin, “Hmm, thought you needed a cock first?”

  The cabin erupts in laughter, the other commandos slapping each other on the shoulder, some bowled over with the effort. Gyro gives me a crocodile smile. He’s an arrogant fucker, but I love him all the same. I love all of these assholes. “The offer’s there, Little Red, any time you want it.”

  “The name’s Eve,” I reply, raising my voice to compete with the din, “and the only thing in here that’s little is your di—”

  “Drop in T-minus 20 seconds.”

  The mood in the cabin changes in an instant. Everyone picks up their weapons. The tell-tale whir of plasma rifles spinning to life replaces taunts. Tension slides underfoot. Death won’t be far behind it.

  I pull the red hood of my armored Alliance cloak over my head, casting my eyes into shadow. I take note of the weight of it, the fine, textured weave that will be my first line of defense against the Xanto
rian’s energy weapons, deflecting small blasts. Big blasts? A body bag will be better attire.

  The hum of our weapons engaged, we sit there in silence and wait. Some guy from another crew with a head like a pyramid taps his foot on the floor in a syncopated rhythm.

  Tap, tap, tap… Tap, tap, tap.

  “Drop in T-minus 10 seconds.”

  I raise my blaster to my lips and press them against the barrel. “Shoot true, baby,” I whisper. “Shoot true.”

  There’s a chime, a buzzer, and then the floor beneath us splits apart, dumping us into the sky.

  Plasma beams crisscross the heavens. My anti-grav engages and flips me the right way up. There’s no use shooting at this altitude. You just drop and hope like hell a flyer doesn’t take you out in the process.

  A beam smacks into my side, the coat deflecting the blast but spinning me off. I ball in tight, waiting to re-level when another streaks past my face, the heat of it singeing my eyebrows.

  The Human Concrete Slab hasn’t engaged his hood coat properly. It billows out behind him as he falls, a bloody bird flapping in the sky, leaving his body exposed.

  A beam cuts up from below and tears right through his torso, his organs blasted clean from his body. He actually reaches for them, waving desperately. The cauterization from the plasma will keep him alive—barely—until he mashes into the ground.

  I pull my eyes away and focus. Thousands of us descend from the sky, dropping in on the barren landscape as pinpricks of red. On the battlefield below red dots mix with green ones and by the cluster and spacing I know it’s an even match so far.

  We’ll see about that.

  The ground rushes up, the anti-grav reverses hard and my feet drive a poor Xant hard to the ground. I roll off him and away, coming up with my blaster raised and trigger finger pulling until his head explodes off his shoulders in a bloody green mist.

  I feel the plasma before I see it, reaching my left hand over and pulling my coat across in a protective curtain. The impact sends me rolling, but I catch a glimpse of the deflected beam taking another Xant off his feet.

  Bodies are strewn everywhere. There’s yelling, the iron taste of blood settling on my tongue, burnt flesh. This is my office. This is where I shine.