Alien Conquest

by Alien Conquest (lit)

  Tina relaxed in the arms of her captors, and when the Kalquorian offered her the food pouch again, she accepted with a contented smile, letting him feed her.

  "You are a good girl. You did very well, Tina," the alien praised. "After you have eaten we will begin again, and it will feel even better than before."

  Cassidy's senses were in overdrive, threatening to corrupt her just as thoroughly as Tina had been. Overwhelmed by aching desire, she settled in the vent shaft to watch for a bit longer.

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  Chapter Four

  Tranis walked into the convent's infirmary. The sight of naked Earther women bound to the beds and suspended in the air by hover cuffs stopped him short. Seeing over twenty helpless female bodies of every size and shape took his breath away. Even more were being kept in another building, awaiting their turn at re-education. His formsuit betrayed his sudden excitement, excitement shared by the other dozen Kalquorians in the room. The spicy scent of their arousal hung heavy in the air.

  With the exception of Lidon and Degorsk conferring in the middle of the room, the rest of the men engaged in various forms of pleasuring the groaning women. In some cases, mouths and hands worked to arouse the Earthers. In others, turgid Kalquorian flesh slipped in and out of trembling wet sexes. The expressions of the women receiving such attention were euphoric, their throats bleeding from the telltale punctures of the Kalquorian bites that sent an intoxicating substance into their bodies.

  Two Nobeks attended a woman hanging in the air, hover cuffs stretching her limbs in an X-shape. One of the men was on his knees and licked her secret flesh with long, sinuous strokes while the second spanked her with an open palm. The sharp cracks punctuated her eager moans as she writhed helpless in her bonds.

  His eyes filled with the delightful scene, Tranis joined his clanmates. They too sported erections, the bulges at their crotches pushing at the stretchy fabric of their formsuits.

  "You've wasted no time starting the Mataras' re-education," Tranis said to Degorsk. He looked over the women not being seduced, most of whom were strapped immobile to the beds. A few watched the other females receive their lessons, their expressions varying from aroused to horrified. Most lay with their eyes screwed tightly shut, tears creeping from beneath their lids.

  "I saw no point in delaying. The transport that's coming for them is some distance away. Fortunately it will have several psychologists on board to continue the work en route to Kalquor. They'll have nine months to finish turning these women around to healthier attitudes before reaching home."

  "The transport's not part of the invasion force? When will it arrive?"

  Lidon answered. "The closest with a medical complement is five weeks away. Since the fleet is only one week away, another ship will take over guarding Europa once we've finished our assignment. We won't have to wait on the transport."

  Tranis watched a smiling Nobek approach a suspended woman with a thin stiff strap. She sobbed while his free hand stroked her sex, shaking her head violently. He murmured something to her then swung the strap. It struck her buttocks with an echoing crack, and she jerked in the cuffs, the terror in her face chased away by ecstasy.

  Tranis swallowed, imagining pretty little Cassidy in the nun's place, learning the delights of pain mixed with desire. "Isn't it a little early for discipline?"

  Degorsk crooked a grin. "Some of these scourge themselves as part of their religious practice. They receive pleasure from suffering."

  Lidon blew out a heavy breath, his gaze riveted on the pink streaks the strap left on the woman's buttocks. "That's a sweet gift for a clan."

  Shaking his head to free himself of the spell of his surroundings, Degorsk said to Tranis, "I have news on the Earther captain. He'd been tampered with."

  "Tampered with? In what way?"

  "There was a small implant in his heart that was set to explode if non-Earther drugs were introduced to his system."

  "Explode?"

  "A very small detonation. Just enough to fatally damage his heart." Degorsk sighed heavily. "I had the techs deep scan General Hamilton, and he has a similar device implanted in his heart as well."

  Lidon's face darkened. "These Mataras were sedated with our drugs."

  "They haven't been compromised. I'm assuming only Earthers with critical tactical knowledge have been implanted."

  "The captain of a courier transport should hardly have important information."

  "He knew the codes to get in and out of the security grid. That might have been enough."

  Lidon growled a curse. "Can the general's implant be removed?"

  "Such an attempt would also set off the device."

  Lidon exchanged a frown with Tranis. "The Earthers guard their secrets well."

  Tranis thought. "What of classic interrogation methods? Will that do damage?"

  "Thanks for letting me give you some good news." The Imdiko gave him an encouraging smile. "The device is set up specifically to react against foreign chemical agents and removal. Normal interrogation should be safe, including physical inducements."

  Lidon didn't look optimistic. "He won't bow easily to standard methods, not even if pain is involved."

  Tranis blew out a heavy breath. "We have no choice. You and I will begin intense interrogation with non-injurious pain components."

  Degorsk grimaced. "Pain inflictors are so barbaric."

  "At least he won't be physically hurt."

  "The emotional toll can be more harmful."

  "We have to end this war."

  A low beep interrupted their burgeoning argument. Lidon yanked his locator from his belt and studied it. A smile hinted at his lips. "Our Matara is here."

  Tranis darted a quick glance towards the vent opening. "Is she? I wonder what she thinks of our re-education center."

  Lidon watched the readout for a moment. "She's not in a hurry to leave. She's taking a long, slow look at the fun." He tucked the locator back on his belt. "I have a plan of capture, but a lot will depend on her curiosity."

  Tranis resisted the urge to look towards the vent again. "Hold that thought, Lidon." He raised his voice to address his staff. "Everyone's attention, please."

  All Kalquorians paused in their activities to attend their captain. The women sagged in their bonds; some in relief, others with moans of incompletion.

  "Crew, our one escapee is viewing this operation right now. I would take it as a personal favor if you'd give our voyeur a good show."

  Grins all around him answered better than the resounding, "Yes, Captain!" They eagerly went back to work, and the females' groans filled the room.

  "I need food. You can tell me your plan while I eat, Lidon." With a last look around at the erotic scene, Tranis led his clan out of the infirmary.

  * * * *

  Cassidy barely noticed Lidon and his companions leave. Her stunned gaze took in the aspirants and nuns bound to beds and suspended in the air, some of them recipients of the Kalquorians' immoral attentions.

  One Kalquorian took the center of the room. His clinging green-trimmed formsuit showed his erections to advantage. He spoke loudly in his own language, apparently addressing the rest of the room. A few women screamed, and Cassidy saw what they reacted to: the sudden appearance of fangs in the Kalquorians' upper jaws.

  They must be hinged, like rattlesnake fangs. Several women were bitten, like Tina had been. Necks, shoulders, thighs and breasts were punctured, resulting in cries of pain.

  The Kalquorian standing in the middle of the infirmary spoke in English. "There is no reason to fear the bite, Mataras. You will learn the intoxicant from our fangs brings you euphoria. The instant of pain is your entrance to pleasure. Feel it filling your bodies."

  As he spoke, the room filled with moans and sighs. The women being bitten relaxed in their bonds, and their faces suffused with bliss.

  "It's a sin! Fight it, all of you!"

  The voice of Sister Bernadette rose above the mingled groans and sobs of the bitten and frightened. T
he strictest of the nuns, she had kept the aspirants in a thrall of terror, more so than even the stern Mother Superior.

  She hung suspended in a corner, her head high despite her nudity and the cuffs that held her spread-eagled in the air. Her body was thin, her breasts small but perfectly round. Had her expression ever relaxed into a smile, she might have been lovely.

  The Kalquorian who had spoken approached her with slow, deliberate steps. "Your god made you for sexual pleasures, my dear, both to provide and receive."

  Bernadette's lips thinned as he neared, but she showed no fear. "You lie. Falling prey to weaknesses of the flesh is evil."

  He stroked the brown waves of her hair that fell below her shoulders. "We will show you your true nature, my beauty." To the rest of the room he announced, "If you would give me your attention, I will train you on some of the more sensitive parts of the Earther female anatomy."

  With a command in Kalquorian, the bonds holding Bernadette carried her through the air, placing her at the center of the wall facing the room. He followed her and addressed the attentive Kalquorians. "Place two fingers inside the women," he instructed. He shoved his fingers in his mouth, wetting them. "Palm facing forward. I will demonstrate."

  Bernadette's muscles tensed as the Kalquorian inserted his long, thick fingers into her sex. "Slowly and gently," he continued, pressing into her unwilling body. "Later some of these will find they enjoy pleasures of the rougher, more vigorous variety, but for now go easy."

  A chorus of moans rose as the other Kalquorians copied his movements on the intoxicated women. Cassidy watched many of them arch against the strong, brown hands, inviting the aliens' violations.

  "For your souls, resist these monsters!" Bernadette screamed. She writhed in her bonds, trying to escape the gentle penetration of her tormentor. He murmured in her ear, effortlessly continuing the invasion until his fingers were fully submerged within her.

  He turned back to his waiting audience. "Work your fingers in and out as you would your penises during intercourse. Again, keep your movements gentle. What we are aiming for is to get their lubrication flowing and heighten their pleasure."

  Ignoring Bernadette's struggles, the Kalquorian moved his fingers in and out with exaggerated motions to show the rest of his men what to do. Cassidy licked her lips to see him work the soft pink folds with assurance.

  "You will note a hard nub of flesh at the front of the sex's lips. This is called a clitoris, and it contains many sensitive nerves. If you will flick or rub this gently with your thumb, it will produce pleasurable sensations for the Mataras. This will enhance the lubrication as well."

  The room erupted in groans from the women as the men carried out his instructions. Delighted chuckles from the Kalquorians joined the sounds of bliss.

  Cassidy's hand slipped inside her panties, the ache of her own sex too much to bear. She rocked against her fingers, pretending it was a Kalquorian's hand massaging her helpless flesh. She bit her lip to keep from moaning as pleasure rose in her belly.

  Bernadette sobbed, her efforts to escape the teacher's fondling no longer continuous, but coming in fits and starts. Cassidy watched in shock as the Kalquorians' fingers emerged from her sheath glistening with thick honey. Righteous, unbending Sister Bernadette was enjoying carnal pleasures? It was unthinkable!

  "Now rub your fingertips along the front wall inside the sex. You are looking for a mass of nerve endings. You will know it when you find it-"

  Bernadette wailed, her entire body tensing. Her head fell back, and she jerked as if in seizure.

  "And there is yours, my pet," the Kalquorian chuckled. More cries rang throughout the room. "Do not fight it," he coaxed Bernadette, his hand working faster against her.

  She groaned. Her hips lifted and fell, lifted and fell as she moved to pleasure her flesh with the Kalquorian's knowing fingers.

  "Good girl. Very good. Why would your creator design you thus if not for pleasure?"

  "Please." Bernadette's thin whisper was nearly lost in the growing cries of the other women.

  "That is not an answer." The teacher withdrew his fingers and stepped back. He put the wet digits in his mouth, sucking them. She sobbed, thrusting her sex towards him in desperation.

  He grasped the crotch of his straining formsuit, opening it and freeing the eager, wet flesh. Bernadette's eyes widened, and she tried to hide her face against her shoulder.

  The Kalquorian came to her, pressing his muscular body to her slight, shuddering frame. One hand clasped her buttocks, shifting her pelvis upward. The other hand worked between them, positioning his sexes. "You were meant for this."

  "Please," Bernadette whimpered, and Cassidy wasn't sure if she was begging to be released or taken.

  The Kalquorian's hips rocked against her, and Bernadette cried out, her head falling back. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She tensed and cried out again.

  "It is all right. You were made for this pleasure. Say it, my beauty." His buttocks flexed as he moved.

  Cassidy knew he was inside Bernadette now, his sexes buried deep in her flesh. Her fingers slipped between the lips of her own sex, finding the opening that begged to be breached. She watched the Kalquorians thrust against the women and listened to their delighted moans fill the air. Loudest of all was Bernadette, her pinched features relaxed with bliss as desire took her far from her vows.

  "You were made for this pleasure. Say it," the Kalquorian demanded.

  If Sister Bernadette had succumbed to lust, what hope did Cassidy have of resisting her most evil desires? What was the point of fighting when the most harshly devout of God's followers had fallen from grace?

  Cassidy's finger slipped into her core, penetrating the tight softness of her womanhood. She jerked against the delight of feeling flesh within her, of the yawning emptiness finally breached. Her finger slid in and out of the grasping sheath, her palm rubbing against her clitoris to send sweet shocks of pleasure tumbling through her.

  "You were made for pleasure." The Kalquorian was insistent.

  Cassidy watched Bernadette's last bit of resolve crumble as he drove harder against her. Her moans were continuous, but she managed to gasp, "I was made for pleasure."

  His hips bucked faster. "Say it again."

  Her cries grew louder. "I was made for pleasure."

  "Again."

  Cassidy's palm rubbed harder against the straining nub, and she plunged a second finger inside as Bernadette's wail rose to a crescendo. "I was made for pleasure!"

  The Kalquorian's voice was an animal growl, and he rutted furiously. "Again!"

  "I was made for pleasure!" Bernadette screamed and Cassidy whispered at once.

  Cassidy didn't see Bernadette reach orgasm, nor the howling Kalquorian. Her own climax burst through her, the strongest she'd known thus far, and she bent double as her belly clenched in ecstatic waves. Her sex pulled at her fingers, hungrily milking them for the seed they couldn't provide. Only instinct kept her from crying out loud, though a part of her wished she could be captured, held prisoner, and ravished by the debauched alien men.

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  Chapter Five

  Tranis choked down the remains of his food pouch as he and his clan gathered in Cassidy's cell. Nutrient-rich and filling, the things were still an abomination on the tongue. No one had time to go to the convent's kitchen to cook real food. Even the poor captured Mataras were forced to eat the tasteless, gritty emergency rations. Hopefully Tranis' relief would be able to provide better sustenance for the women.

  He and Degorsk sat on the narrow bed in the escapee's cell while Lidon leaned against one wall, smiling at his locator. "Cassidy's spending a long time watching the re-education. She can't be too upset with what she's seeing. With her voyeuristic tendencies, I suspect that's where we'll catch her."

  Tranis sighed. "We can't spend much more time here. You need to concentrate on decoding the Earther transport's security matrix." He looked at Degorsk. "You have to find a way past that implant in Hamilton's
heart, and I need to interrogate him. As much as I would like to chase the girl down, we have a war to end."

  Lidon grinned. "We don't have to chase her if my plan works. I'm going to rig every auxiliary shaft that leads to the various rooms in this building. I've already done this one." He raised his eyes to the vent cover over Tranis' head. "All she has to do is enter one to trigger-"

  His locator beeped, interrupting him. He checked the readout. "She's leaving the re-education area and heading this way."

  Degorsk smirked. "Maybe she's hoping Tranis is back in her bed. I'm sure she liked what she saw." He nudged the Dramok captain, waggling his eyebrows.

  Tranis allowed himself a smile of his own. He remembered the tiny moan coming from the vent as he'd stimulated himself to climax. "I hope she did. She'll be looking at me for the rest of her life. What kind of trap did you set?"

  Lidon held up his hand, studying the locator with rapt attention. His voice was hushed. "She's nearly here. Let's see if she is coming back for another look at you."

  They sat quietly for the next minute. Lidon raised his gaze to the vent opening then looked back down at the locator. He spoke, his voice so low that Tranis was forced to read the Nobek's lips. "She's just outside the auxiliary shaft now. She's stopped. Come on, Cassidy. Take another peek. That's it, little Earther, a little closer…"

  He stood up straight, clamping the locator to his belt. A fierce grin lit his face. "She triggered the gas. She can't back out far enough to get out of my reach now. Three-two-one. And it's nap time for our little girl."

  Tranis and Degorsk stood, looking at the opening overhead. Lidon stepped up on the bed where Tranis had been sitting and yanked the vent cover off. He jumped into the narrow shaft, and slid out of sight. A thump, a few taps of movement, and he slid back out, pulling the small unconscious Earther out with him.

  Tranis and Degorsk eagerly grabbed at her, helping Lidon lay her on the bed. Her hair, so pale it was nearly white, was long enough to pillow her torso. Her face, calm in the repose of sleep, was lovelier than Tranis remembered. Round and childlike, she was the picture of innocence.