She stilled for a long moment, no longer struggling. “That’s impossible. Nobody would do that. Cannibals?” Her voice was quiet, tight. “Why should I believe you?”
“Technically not cannibals, since they are a different species. The Patrus are twice our size, and barely qualify as humanoids, although they have a taste for such flesh. When you are willing to stop acting out, I will bring up the vids.” Although they sickened me, she could see for herself. The footage was not of humans being consumed, but the effect was the same. Humanoid cannibals were not unheard of.
“So where do we go from here?” A new resolve colored her tone. “It’s not as if I can just run away from you. I don’t even know where we are.”
“Tell me your name.” I scraped my nails lightly across her bottom again, enjoying her shudder.
“I am Commander Xia. Before my kidnapping I commanded a starship for the Terran forces.”
I sat her up on my lap and met her intelligent gaze. “And I am Commander Joran. Your Master.”
“I will escape, someday.” She drew in a breath, nostrils flaring.
“I have no doubt you will try.”
Chapter Five
Xia
“Sheee-ah.” He dragged out the vowels and mangled the first letter of my name, giving it a soft, sibilant sound instead of the harsh syllables I’d answered to ever since the nomads who adopted me gave me the name.
Perched on his muscular thighs, with my bottom stinging and aching, I was having a hard time concentrating on anything except how it had felt to be draped across those thighs bottom-up. I’d never been spanked before, but rather than feeling humiliated at being treated like a naughty child, I was incredibly horny. I tried to will it away. After all, it was nothing more than that damned primitive part of my brain ruling my body again, making it sexually responsive to a larger, stronger male. Survival of the species and all that.
I pulled myself together. “It’s pronounced ‘zhi-ya.’ But I’ll make it easy on you. Just call me Commander.”
“I will call you Shee-ah,” he declared. “And you will call me Master.”
All during the spanking, I’d been trying to fight my arousal with anger—and losing the battle. With one arrogant statement, he’d managed to do what I couldn’t. Eyes narrowed, I let the anger take over. “Master? You pile of camel dung! My clan is descended from the Queen of the Desert. I call no man master!”
“I do not know this queen or her camel. But you are my property now, and you will learn to obey.”
He tossed me onto the bed and engaged the force field, this time pinning me with my arms stretched above my head and my legs spread apart. Helpless once again, I waited with a mixture of fury and shameful anticipation for him to finally claim me.
Instead, he began pacing back and forth, not even looking at me.
“Arythios is gone,” he declared. “And so are my people. The females, the children, the elderly. All murdered. We are all that remain. A meager force of warriors, a single battalion of starships—all that is left of one of the greatest civilizations in the cosmos. I have a dangerous enemy to track down and defeat. And I am tasked with the burden of seeing that my race does not become extinct. I do not have time…” He whirled and faced me. Even someone unskilled at reading body language could tell by his rigid stance that he was filled with rage. Simmering just below the surface, ready to erupt. “I do not have the time!” he shouted. “Or the inclination to fight with an uncivilized alien female from a disreputable planet just to breed her.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jar. “I thought I would not have to use this,” he said. “Or the Controller. But you leave me no choice.” He opened the jar, stuck in three fingers, and brought out a scoop of some kind of gray paste. Leaning over, he rubbed it on my breasts.
One part of my brain, the trained warrior, watched and processed. Controller. That must be what his species calls the force field trapping me. The gray substance can’t be harmful. If it was, he wouldn’t have stuck his fingers into it. Wouldn’t be rubbing it onto my nipples with his bare hands.
The other part of my brain, the primitive part, reacted like a bitch in heat. The gray stuff must be part of their foreplay. Oooh, he’s running his hand all over my tits. My nipples are getting hard. Maybe this time he’ll pinch one. Or lick it!
He coated my breasts thoroughly with the gray slime. His face looked cold and dark, and there was nothing sensual about his touch. Still, when he dipped his fingers into the jar again, then reached between my legs, I was certain he was going to fuck me. There was no other reason I could think of for him to do what he was doing. The gray stuff had to be some kind of alien sex aid. Maybe females of his species didn’t produce natural lubrication.
He took his time, first spreading it on my labial folds then moving his fingers up to pull back the hood over my clitoris. He coated the little nub thoroughly. Despite his grim expression, I caught a fresh whiff of potent male pheromones when my clitoris started to swell and harden as he stroked the slick substance over it. So…your body reacts, too, even when your brain doesn’t want to.
He kept his eyes trained on the area between my legs, so I was able to study him without being observed. I hadn’t been wrong. He was definitely changing color. His skin had taken on a brighter hue, more of a bluish-purple, losing its gray undertones altogether.
My first sexual experiences were with blue men. Hot, sexy, virile…and blue. Where I came from, all the males wore cloaks that covered them head to toe, with only their eyes showing. Over time, the indigo dye from the cloth worked its way into their skin. Maybe ’that was why I suddenly found the alien wildly attractive. Or maybe it was because he’d positioned my clit between two of his fingers. Stroking it as he spread on the slick stuff. Making it throb with need.
Along with his skin, his tattoos were changing, too. Mesmerized, I watched the colors deepen and spread. Dark-burgundy turning to crimson, midnight-blue becoming lighter and brighter at the ends, until a whorl the color of a tropical sea circled his nipple. I reached up to trace it with my finger, forgetting I was still in the grip of the Controller.
My hand didn’t move, but he lifted his head as though he’d felt my touch. His eyes bored into mine, hot and dark. Now, an invisible cloud of pheromones engulfed him. I breathed in, filling my lungs with the raw male scent of him. Slowly, deliberately, he slid one finger into my pussy. I moaned and reflexively clenched around it.
’That was when I realized my inner muscles weren’t bound by the Controller. I squeezed again. This time, he made a sound. A low groan, torn from deep in his chest. He took his hand away, fumbled for the jar, and shoved his fingers into it. He brought them out, covered with gray stuff. His eyes never left mine as he rammed two fingers deep inside me. I clenched around them and smiled wickedly when he groaned again, enjoying the sense of power it gave me.
Suddenly, I was shivering. Then my whole body jerked. I was on fire! The substance on my breasts had begun to heat up, the sensation spreading all over them. My nipples puckered into tight little peaks, and all I could think of was how much I ached to have him bend his head down and lick away the fiery sting.
Aaah! The damned stuff suddenly ignited on my clit. I tried to scream. All that came out was a strangled cry. I couldn’t move my arms or legs, but my hips thrashed wildly on the bed. I was desperate to have his fingers, his tongue, rub my throbbing bud and ease the searing heat.
His eyes were still locked with mine, and I saw the triumph in them before I felt the lick of fire working its way up inside my pussy. Oh, gods help me! I’d forgotten his fingers were dripping with a fresh coat of the horrible substance. I’d been clenching around them, unknowingly working it into the sensitive walls of my vagina. The stinging heat spread deeper into my core. His fingers weren’t big enough. Long enough. But his cock would be. I was frantic to have him ram it inside me and stroke away the fire.
I wanted, needed him to fuck me—but pride and sheer stubbornness wouldn’t let me giv
e him the satisfaction of breaking me so easily. I gritted my teeth.
“Get that alien dung…off me!” I managed to get the words out without shaming myself by whimpering.
“Call me Master.”
“No!”
He thrust his fingers deeper, pumping in and out. Taking the searing heat to a whole new level. “You are feeling the effects of a cream my people call cybellus. It is meant to drive a female wild, make her hunger for release. Only one thing will take away the desperate craving,” he said. “The cock of your Master thrusting inside you will feed the fire until you explode over and over in an inferno of passion. My seed will quench the flames. When my essence trickles out, you will beg me to rub the last drops of it onto your throbbing pleasure bud and bring you to climax yet again.”
He rammed his fingers in. “I can make this torment end. Call me Master.”
I shook my head from side to side, fighting back tears. I didn’t know how long I could bear the scorching heat, the frantic need for release. But I wouldn’t—couldn’t—call any male my master. Or beg him to drench me in cum. Least of all this arrogant alien.
“Never!”
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers. Then he sat on the edge of the bed.
“I did not know I’d chosen such a stubborn savage,” he sighed. “I am an Arythian warrior. Unlike the primitive barbarians of your world, I live by a code of conduct. Faceless enemies took away my world, but they cannot take away my honor. Though your leader gave you to us, Arythians do not believe in treating other sentient beings as slaves, without any rights. It is my duty to impregnate you, but I will not force myself on a female to breed her, even if I own her. No offspring of mine will come from an act of dishonor.”
He stood up. Coolly ran his gaze up and down my naked body, quivering with need. “You fight like a wild creature, refusing to be caged. As a warrior, I salute your spirit. But you belong to me now Shee-ah, and you must learn our ways. Learn to obey. Learn to submit.”
He finished in a voice as hard as steel. “You will call me Master. And you will beg for my cock to fill you.”
The alien waved a hand at the wall. A section disappeared. He headed toward it then turned.
“You will be tamed, little human—no matter how long it takes.”
He strode away through the opening without looking back.
The doorway sealed itself. I was left spread-eagled on the bed, smeared with his damned cybellus. Pussy spasming, clit throbbing. Aching with need. Screaming every curse word I’d ever heard into the empty room.
Chapter Six
Joran
Once outside in the passage, I leaned against the wall, digging deep inside for strength. When I’d accepted the orders to take on a female from the shipment, I’d assumed she’d be at least pliable, if not willing. Accepting of her fate. After all, the historical suppression of women on Earth, the fact they were treated as second-class citizens, or worse, in many of its areas was well known. The honor of being offered as the mate of an Arythian warrior should be welcomed by one such as that. Had I not made it clear she would be a partner in raising our young? That her presence as well as that of the other women made it possible for our race to continue?
And all that nonsense about piloting a starship. Certainly, in our advanced way, we had made one woman an officer on Admiral Dylos’ solport, but Felice had been extraordinary. And a test case. If only she hadn’t been planetside for her father’s funeral rites when it all went down, we might have one female of our people left.
The tragedies multiplied until, some days, it was hard to go on and led to dark moods, but not only for me. And as commander of this ship, I had to keep those negative thoughts to myself to avoid their spreading to all of my men. And with my new orders to spearhead the war with the enemy who destroyed our planet, it became twice as important that I set an example of solid leadership and calm decision-making.
Perhaps Dylos thought my female would help me to achieve my goals. That finding release in her body would “take the edge off” in a time where leave on a pleasure planet was not an option. And perhaps his Trina had indeed been malleable. I’d made a bad choice. Shee-ah’s responsiveness in the stasis chamber had led me to believe she would welcome my attentions. Like most women in the galaxy. Arythian warriors were known to be skilled and dominant lovers. But we were not rapists.
My crotch throbbing, I mulled over how I might gain the opportunity to show her what she was missing out on. While I would not insert my cock into her until she agreed, I might push the issue until she could no longer withstand her own desires.
But for now, I had another issue entirely. My urgency could interfere with my concentration and perhaps lead me to make a less-than optimal decision. So I had to do something about that before reporting to the bridge. Normally, I would have retreated to my quarters for such a function, but they were currently occupied by the reason for my hard and distracting cock. And I could not show her that she’d driven me to taking matters in my own hands.
Halfway down the corridor lay a service closet, one where some equipment not needed when we were in deep space was stored, and with a glance to make sure no crew members were in sight, I ducked inside. This small space had the advantage of needing its camera repaired. I’d noticed it on the morning report, and the tech was not scheduled to deal with it until at least the next duty rotation, therefore affording me privacy for a quick session with myself.
The opening for this particular space was not securable from the inside, no doubt a safeguard by the builders of the ship to ensure no stowaways or renegade crewmembers could lock themselves inside in a way that made it difficult to extract them. Of course, the ship could disengage a lock, but a clever criminal had once managed to circumvent the system so another ship was forced to return to base before the matter could be resolved.
And…there was no base left, at least beyond the solport. A matter Admiral Dylos was focusing on now that I was in charge of the military aspects of our mission. We needed a planet to return to, as soon as possible. Adrift, homeless…we yearned for such a world.
But the lack of a lock meant that, while the broken camera prevented anyone seeing what I was up to from the bridge, anyone could just walk in and find me engaged in an activity they might find odd. Considering the only female on the ship lay naked and bound by a force field in my quarters. At my mercy. Already, I trod carefully to avoid too much jealousy on their parts. But a man entering to find his commander jerking off into his hand instead of impregnating that female would reasonably have questions about my abilities to complete the breeding part of my orders.
But if I did not do this, my coloration would give me away just as much. Signaling the lights on just enough to find my way, I rubbed at my groin, hating the need to behave like a horny teenager.
So I set my course for the far back corner and ducked behind a crate of emergency rations—another name for bars so hard, no one could eat them without first soaking them in water or other liquid. They were almost as hard as my cock.
I peeled open the handy slit on my suit and eased my throbbing member free. The slit was intended for another kind of relief, one not requiring an erection, but, with a little finagling, it was standing straight out, the multiple heads moving independently in search of the female that put them into this state.
“Not this time,” I said, trying not to feel like a fool talking to body parts. “This is just for business’ sake.” So I didn’t get so wound up I sent us into a black hole by accident.
Having established the reason for this encounter with myself, I leaned against the wall and grasped my cock with both hands. Squeezing and rubbing, I avoided the heads because they really only worked well when a female was available. But I had years of experience, gained as a young man like every other Arythian and probably male anywhere in the universe, so, in a matter of moments, my balls tensed, the heads rotated wildly, and spurts of rainbow-colored cum dotted the floor at my feet.
You’d think a
ny warrior would have planned better—certainly my teenaged self would have—because I had no cloth or other means handy to clean up my mess. Which just went to show how distracted the female had made me. For just a moment, I wondered if I shouldn’t tell Dylos I wanted to return her. Upcoming battles were enough for me to deal with.
But to do so would be admitting failure.
Something I’d never done and hoped never to do.
I hunted through the equipment stored in the room and finally found some head coverings intended for desert environments. Extracting a couple, I was on my hands and knees behind the crate, wiping the evidence from the floor, cock still exposed since I had not yet cleaned that, when the section of wall facing the corridor melted away to reveal the doorway. The lights, which I’d left on dim, flared bright.
This could not be worse.
“I believe it’s in here.” The voice of our quartermaster echoed as he stepped inside. “But I cannot see why you would need it when we have no plans to land anytime soon.”
I peered between two crates, lying as flat as possible.
“Medical supplies belong in the med bay.” The doctor, one of the most irritating of the crew, followed him inside. “I don’t care if the antiviral is used only planetside, if it’s stuffed away in here, I can’t keep track of what I have and what I don’t. It’s not like I can just send for more.” His rant went on and on while I tried not to breathe. Or move.
“It’s my responsibility to inventory all supplies. So my decision as to where they are stored.” The quartermaster, someone whose responsibilities were indeed to keep inventories of everything aboard ship, was not raising his voice, to his credit.
“Everything but my medications and medical equipment. Those are my in my charge. What if someone suddenly shows symptoms of a virus and I cannot find you to ask where the antiviral is stored.” The doctor’s voice rose, making me wince at the shrill sound in such a confined space.
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