Alien Hostage

by Tracy St. John

  Falinset was kneeling behind her butt. He drew one knee up to settle on her hip, pinning her still as he continued to tease her clit with the vibe. All her squirming couldn’t free her of his control. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough to do anything but arouse her without hope of release. Meanwhile he reached to pinch and pull at her nipples, making them throb in time with the rapid quivering of the dildo. They quickly swelled under his prodding, pulsating with raw feeling. He played with her tits while the vibrator continued to torment her, making her ache for more without hope of deliverance.

  When he tapped the dildo and the pulses increased, Tasha dared to dream she might achieve climax. But while pleasure swelled bigger, growing heavy in her belly, it still was nowhere near what she needed. Instead it tortured her even worse, making her feel orgasm was just one more tap away.

  He fondled and squeezed her breasts in between pinching and pulling the nipples. Falinset wore an expression that said he enjoyed her helplessness every bit as much as touching her body. The power he had over her was as rapturous as actual sex. And all she could do was lay there as he took pleasure in dominating her.

  Her complete vulnerability to his whims heightened the sensations of what he did to her. She was lost in the growing fog of surrender. And why shouldn’t she give up? She was lost, and the greatest part of her liked it.

  He watched her, his face telling her he knew when she had yielded completely. With a triumphant smile, he moved the vibrator away from her clit. He pushed it into her pussy, the wet passage admitting the dildo easily. He tapped it so that it buzzed within her at full power, shivering her intimate passage in the most awfully beautiful way.

  He reached for something on the floor, reminding her of the long thin item she hadn’t gotten a good look at. He held it up for her now, letting her see the flexible switch.

  Equal parts fear and want sprang up. She gasped for breath, feeling her inability to escape profoundly. Falinset’s smile grew larger, his eyes lighting in anticipation.

  He ran the tip of the rubber switch up and down Tasha’s legs before taking his knee off her hip. “Remain still,” he said in that dangerous soft voice, and she had no thoughts of doing anything else.

  The switch played over her body, running over the hills and valleys of her ass, back, chest, belly, legs. He let her feel the stiff switch with gentle caresses, drawing out her dread of when he would inflict punishment on her body.

  When he finally did flick it across the backs of her thighs, the pain was the tiniest of stings. It was almost tender the way he played the switch up her legs, across her ass, up her back, over her breasts and belly, and down the fronts of her thighs. He retraced the route over and over, the strikes getting stronger until she was writhing under the smarts.

  Squirming made the enthusiastically buzzing vibrator shift inside her pussy, increasing the heat between her legs. She couldn’t stop as Falinset striped her skin, turning her pink all over. The chaos of too many sensations crowded her, pushing her into a growing haziness that wanted to take her away.

  There was no escape from the intense pleasure that swam over her body. Her clit didn’t simply throb; it beat fiercely. She gasped under Falinset’s discipline, under the constant pulse of overwhelming bliss traveling the whole of her being.

  She barely noticed when Falinset dropped the switch. She couldn’t think, only feel. She realized he had dropped to his knees behind her when the wickedly droning vibe slid out of her pussy. A moment later, it glided into her ass. She groaned and looked up through blurred eyes at the man kneeling over her.

  He bent over her, supporting himself on one hand. The familiar purr of a resealable seam being opened drifted into her buzzing ears. She blinked, trying to see better through the mist that had descended over her mind.

  The crotch of his pants was parting open, releasing two eager, veined cocks. The substantial lengths bobbed as they escaped the confines as if to nod hello to her. Falinset gathered the pair in his hand, his hips moving towards her pussy. She felt the questing touch of both at her opening.

  She thought maybe she should be worried about taking both at once. Yet her overwrought body electrified at the idea. Without conscious control, her hips jerked back, eager to be filled by him.

  “Yes,” he sighed, easing the tips in. “Yes,” as he pressed further in, urging her open.

  With the dildo already in her ass, she felt incredibly full, even before he’d managed to get halfway in. His twin girths kept increasing, stretching her beyond anything she’d taken before. An ache asserted itself as he continued to travel inside her, but it was quickly eclipsed by the intense need that rode her so brutally.

  “How are you, Tasha?” he asked.

  She blinked up at him, his dark, heavy face swimming into view. His gaze was rapt on her face, watching her closely. She tried to remember how to speak, but all she knew was the passionate craving that had taken her over.

  He bent closer to her, his face filling her vision. “Stop or go?”

  She seized on the most important word. “Go,” she choked.

  His smile made her feel wonderful. She’d delighted him. Her being warmed in the knowledge.

  His body met her ass, pushing so that she was more aware of the dildo within than before. She was absolutely crammed to the limit, and it made her the most aware of any man she’d fucked before. It was too much but it was exquisite too. Climax threatened, needing only the gentlest nudge to send her over.

  Somehow she found another word. “Wait.”

  “Not possible,” he said, his voice strained. “Seeing you like this, I can’t wait. Not another second.”

  His hips rocked. The incredible friction alone, with her crammed full of him and the dildo, would have been more than enough to finish her off. But he seized her clit as well, rubbing one side with his finger, then the other with his thumb. A blast of white-hot rapture seized her and she was gone, her world obliterated in a searing rush of ecstatic orgasm.

  Long, shattering bursts broke over her, driving her into rapture again and again. The seizures never seemed to lessen in power, each one as devastating as the last. Tasha had no idea how long it went on.

  When she emerged, Falinset was driving into her the last time before he too fell to cataclysmic climax. She watched dazed as his strong features tensed, his wide jaw opening wide in an ear-blasting shout. She felt every jerk of his cocks as he jetted into her.

  After his moans quieted, he held himself together long enough to untie the rope. He didn’t lay down so much as fall to the cushion in front of her, rubbing her wrists. His eyes looked as off-focus as she felt.

  He mumbled, as if he didn’t have the strength left to speak. “Are you okay? Circulation doing fine?”

  She gave him a slow, satisfied smile. “Damned good. I might sleep.”

  “Me too. Guess I didn’t work off all that alcohol. Tried like hell, though.”

  Tasha snuffled a laugh before letting the weight of release and too much booze pull her under. When her eyes opened, the room had gone much dimmer. Yet what light did come in pierced her skull like an ice pick. Nur and Wekniz stood over her and Falinset, who was still splayed beside her, one arm draped over her hip so he held her buttock. He was blinking bleary eyes at his smirking clanmates, as if trying to figure out who they were.

  Tasha dropped her arm over her eyes. “Turn down the damned lights. Oh, my head.”

  Wekniz’s voice was a boom of thunder. “You were right, Nur. It looks like they did drink their lunch.”

  Falinset groaned. “No food. Don’t even talk about it. The thought makes me nauseous.”

  Nur’s voice was blessedly low, but it still lanced through Tasha’s skull. “It’s been a long time since you got drunk, my Dramok. By the ancestors, the two of you smell like a liquor dispenser.”

  “Either be quiet or get some pain inhibitor,” Tasha grumbled. She couldn’t remember her head ever hurting so badly. How much bohut had she put away?

  It will
be a long time before I drink again. If ever.

  A hard, plastic nozzle squirmed between her lips. Wekniz said, “Here you go.”

  A blast of antiseptic-mint flavored mist sprayed into her mouth and down her throat. Tasha counted off the seconds, which felt like years. The pain inhibitor took effect at last, erasing the agony in her head. Her stomach still felt queasy and her mouth was an arid desert, but the feeling her head would explode at any moment was done. She sighed and moved her arm away so she could open her eyes.

  Falinset was getting his own dose of pain relief. A few seconds later, he sat up sluggishly. “Ugh.”

  “Was it worth it?” Nur looked from his clanmate to Tasha and grinned.

  Falinset looked at her too. His broad features went from a scowl to a smile instantly. “Oh yeah.”

  She gave him a sassy wink. Mindful of her sloshing guts, she sat up gingerly and looked around at everyone. “Who’s minding the baby?”

  Nur’s brow lifted in increased amusement. “Noelle has had her dinner and is asleep for the night.”

  Tasha’s jaw dropped. “Holy hell, is it that late?”

  Wekniz chuckled. “Yes, it is.”

  Nur laughed with him. “Must have been fun. I don’t suppose you remember much? Particularly whatever had you laughing so hard? The floors of the home were damned near shaking at one point.”

  Tasha’s sludgy memory couldn’t come up what had been so hilarious just before she had ended up horizontal under Falinset. She remembered laughing until her stomach hurt and she could barely breathe. Then the sex ... damn if she’d forget that part. Her lower bits warmed at the memory, but the rush of arousal mixed none too well with the queasiness of the hangover. She swallowed hard.

  Falinset supplied the answer. “We talked about how pissed off Maf would be if Tasha was our Matara.”

  She joined Nur and Wekniz’s laughter. “Oh yeah, I remember that now.”

  “That is funny.” Wekniz looked to Nur. “Do we put them to bed?”

  The Imdiko wrinkled his nose. “Falinset is getting in the shower before I share a sleeping mat with him. I’m sure Noelle would appreciate the same courtesy from her cousin.”

  The scarred man nodded his agreement. “I could get drunk from the fumes coming off them.”

  Tasha sighed, thinking of the night ahead and wondering if she’d sleep with her stomach gurgling fitfully. Not wanting to admit she’d taken the boozing too far she said, “I’ll have to take the lounger in the common room. I snore when I’ve been drinking.”

  Nur helped Tasha to her feet. He was much nicer than Wekniz, who jeered as their Dramok swayed unsteadily once upright.

  “Let’s get these two party animals fit for decent company,” the Imdiko laughed.

  Nur supported Tasha all the way to the clan’s lavatory, while Wekniz half-carried, half-dragged Falinset there. Imdiko and Nobek agreed the other two were too woozy to be trusted not to slip and fall on their asses in the shower. They stripped and got in with Tasha and Falinset, making the stall cozy but not too crowded.

  As she was scrubbed down by Nur, Tasha ogled the naked bodies surrounding her. “Damn. Looks like a smorgasbord in here. If I wasn’t so queasy I’d want to eat off this buffet.” To prove her intentions, she leaned over and licked a long scar on Wekniz’s chest.

  He laughed. “I think you’re still a little drunk.”

  “I think I’m still a lot drunk. It beats whining and worrying for a change though.”

  “I’ll second that,” Falinset agreed. “If I was any less responsible, I might crawl into a bottle and stay there.”

  “Only if you want me to kick your ass,” Nur warned him. “Letting loose once in a while is fine, but you’re not making a habit of it.”

  Falinset looked at him closely. “I am wasted. Wekniz, you look just like Nur right now.”

  That cracked them up, Nur most of all. Tasha reckoned the Imdiko didn’t show his more demanding side to his clanmates the way he did with her.

  At last they were scrubbed to Nur and Wekniz’s satisfaction. The Imdiko shut off the spray. ”Okay, you reprobates. Get out, get dry, get in bed.” He checked in with Wekniz. “I think you and I can take the lounger, right?”

  The Nobek nodded, handing out towels to everyone. “Good idea. Falinset snores when he’s been drinking too.”

  “I do?” The Dramok sounded surprised.

  “I don’t mind the lounger,” Tasha said, ashamed her drinking had the two men vacating their own bed.

  “Don’t be ridiculous.” Wekniz’s glare told her the matter was closed. Even though they weren’t having sex, Tasha decided surrender might be the best course of action for the night.

  Tasha couldn’t complain when she got into the massive bed and Falinset curled up against her. Unlike with Noelle, whose sprawling tended to mean elbows and knees digging into Tasha, cuddling with the Dramok was nice. Maybe she’d get to sleep again after all.

  Nur found a couple of freestanding waste bins and put one on either side of the mat. “In case queasy turns into sick,” he explained, a twinkle in his eyes. “Please don’t make any cleanup emergencies, okay?”

  “Good night,” Tasha called after him and Wekniz as they left the room, turning off the lights as they went. In the embracing darkness she snuggled against Falinset, enjoying his solid warmth. The big, firm Kalquorian felt wonderful curled around her.

  He kissed the top of her head, his muscled arms wrapping around her. It was like being embraced by a friendly grizzly bear. Tasha sighed. She rarely slept overnight with lovers. Falinset felt incredibly good.

  She didn’t think a full minute had passed before he started snoring, exactly as his clanmates had said he would. She managed a giggle before diving into sleep herself.

  Chapter 17

  Narpok followed Sitrel into the study of the home he’d brought her to. The house was grand enough. The study, though dark, had expensive furnishings. The scent of the finest leather hung heavy in the air. She found it interesting that all the seating options were raised. There wasn’t a seating cushion arrangement in sight. It was odd, as was the humming of a listening device blocker. She knew the sound well; her father Pwaldur had used one in his study and office. He had kept a good many secrets from his enemies with such a tool.

  Her cousin Sitrel had already told her the home belonged to an unclanned Dramok. That he’d accumulated such wealth on his own without the added incomes of clanmates spoke well of his success.

  The few contemporaries Narpok had been acquainted with before her breakdown would have been sniffing around in interest. They had all been clanned off by now, according to Sitrel. All fertile, all with high-ranked clanmates. While Narpok had been locked away in a psychiatric ward, the world had moved on.

  A small, bent shape rose awkwardly from behind the uncluttered desk. Narpok would have never placed the unmarred and rather handsome face of the man before her, not after the years of being out of circulation. Still, she would have known that twisted body anywhere. She’d met Councilman Maf at dinners hosted by her father Pwaldur.

  She tried to conceal her disappointment as Maf executed a clumsy bow. This was the great man Sitrel wanted her to meet? Her cousin’s employer? This was the reason he’d lured her from the hospital, promising her the opportunity of a lifetime, hinting at revenge on those who had stolen her birthright from her?

  For a moment old childish impulses rose strong. The entitled Narpok, spoiled from birth, future empress of Kalquor, would have sneered at them both … the lowly aide and the crippled Dramok who couldn’t attract a Nobek or an Imdiko no matter how much power and money he accrued.

  The compulsion passed. After all, who was she to put on airs? She’d been a pathetic whimpering creature for some time now, so much less than even Maf. An orphan now, unable to bear children, her last parent dead in a traitorous attempt to kidnap Empress Jessica. Narpok was less than no one.

  She nodded gravely to her host as he completed his bow. “Councilman Ma
f. How good to see you again after so long.”

  He smiled, seeming pleased with the sight of her. “It has been a long time, Matara. I am no longer a councilman, however.”

  She gave him a look of genuine surprise. What his body lacked in grace, his mind more than made up for in intellect. “But you have always been so respected by our people. I can’t imagine anyone besting you in an election.”

  His smile grew even more pleased. “They did not. I resigned. Please sit, Matara Narpok.”

  She took a seat and refused refreshment when Sitrel offered it to her. She hoped this was not a waste of her time. She had allowed Sitrel to coax her from the hospital in hopes that his promises of revenge would somehow lead her to the rebellion.

  Sitrel had always been a shifty character. His quiet demeanor masked an ardent ambition for power. Narpok could well imagine him being complicit in underhanded dealings but as Maf’s lackey, she’d thought such opportunities out of reach for him. In fact, she had always believed Sitrel would not amount to much as the assistant to a respected but pitied councilman. The best he could hope for was the tag of respectability himself. Now he wasn’t even assisting a man of rank, not if Maf had quit the council. Sitrel had little to recommend him now.

  She swallowed her disappointment that the important meeting her cousin had arranged wasn’t so important after all. What Maf and Sitrel hoped to accomplish by luring her here, she couldn’t imagine. If they thought they would see one unit of her inheritance ... and given Maf had resigned his post as a councilman, that seemed the most likely reason they’d summoned her ... they would be as disappointed as she.

  Maf sank back into his chair and gave her a winning smile. “I am delighted you are feeling better. We were all grieved that you suffered so much when your place was usurped by that Earther.”

  Narpok’s heart skipped a beat. Perhaps she’d been too hasty in her assessment of the situation. She’d heard bits and snatches about the rebellion, led by some shadowy figure known as the Basma. Being sequestered in the hospital hadn’t allowed for much more information than that – other than the abduction of the child princess and her cousin. The empress had been quite vocal about that part.