Alien Conquest

by Alien Conquest (lit)

  "Why not? Doesn't it feel good?"

  Yes, it did. Passion throbbed, stealing her thoughts away. Her world was narrowing again, focusing on the feeling of a hard body pressed against hers. Such a wonderful body, so male and strong and begging to be worshipped.

  She stroked her fingertips down Degorsk's back, investigating the granite planes of muscle she found there. Her hips flexed against his, trying to coax the softening shafts into hardness again.

  He withdrew, licking her blood from his lips. He smiled. "What's wrong, precious girl?"

  "The sex…a sin…unholy," she stammered, no longer quite sure of what she was talking about. The fog was back in her mind, making everything except the man over her unimportant.

  "You're making no sense," he gently chided her. "We're enjoying ourselves, aren't we? That's what's important."

  "Yes. I like it…but…but…," she fought to recall why it was so important to fight the aliens. Because her grandfather would do terrible things to her if she was caught? Heaven help her, the Kalquorian she was touching all over felt amazing.

  "We'll save unpleasant discussions for another time. Your first time with each of us must be a celebration. A good start for our now completed clan." He shifted, pulling free of her to her dismay. "Lidon has been very patient, but we shouldn't test our Nobek's tolerance."

  Degorsk rose from the bed despite her clutching hands. But when she saw Lidon step forward, his dark face intent, Cassidy let the Imdiko go. As wonderful as the first two had been, he was the one she'd been waiting for, the man who had whispered wicked words in the dark.

  "My Matara," he growled, gathering her in his arms. He pulled her hard against himself, aggressively molding her to his torso. Any remaining thoughts of resistance fled within his authoritative embrace. "My sweet little pet," he said.

  His kiss was as forceful as the grip he held her with, his mouth demanding. She submitted happily, fervent for whatever pleasure he would offer. Her lower body clenched at his show of strength.

  "I am not as gentle as the others," he warned as he brought one hand around to clutch her breast. She moaned, arching into his grasp. "But you must not fear me. I will not harm you, my pet. All I ask is your obedience."

  "Tell me what to do," she said.

  His eyes darkened, and he bore her down to the bed once more. "Open yourself to me. Spread your legs wide."

  She did as he commanded, and he leaned back to look at her bare secret flesh. She shivered to be exposed for Lidon's scrutiny. His sexes were rigid exclamation points as he stared.

  "Spread yourself open with your fingers. Show me everything."

  No inhibitions remained to deny him his commands. She parted the soft petals, feeling the thick honey making her slippery. She displayed her treasures to his hungry gaze. The other two drew close to look as well.

  "Show me what you did when you watched Tranis."

  Cassidy didn't hesitate. The index finger of her left hand circled the entrance to her womb, and with her right, she slipped the sensitive nub of her clitoris between the first two fingers. She rubbed the hard nub of flesh, her fingers slipping up and down, eased by her lubrication. Her head lolled as bolts of pleasure shot through her core. It wasn't nearly as good as what the men did to her, but being watched as she stimulated herself almost made up for the lack of their touch.

  "Enough," Lidon snarled, yanking her hands away. He raised them to his face and sucked her juices from her fingers. He swallowed.

  Cassidy gasped to find herself suddenly face down on the bed. There had been a slight dizzying sensation, so fast she could barely register Lidon flipping her over. He grabbed her from behind, pulling her hips up and back. Her favorite illustration from The Kama Sutra flashed before her mind's eye, the one with the woman crouched on all fours

  and the man entering her from behind. She moaned aloud as Lidon's rigid stave pushed against her sex. It was happening. Her most cherished desire was coming true.

  He speared her in a long, smooth motion, his smaller penis rubbing hard against her clitoris. Her cry filled the air at the sudden impaling. She had no opportunity to recover from the initial assault as he pounded a rapid rhythm against her buttocks.

  He worked her like a jackhammer until her growing moans warned of her impending climax. He slowed, his strong hands holding her hips still so she couldn't press back to claim the bliss just out of reach. She sobbed with need, aching to realize the consuming exultation of her awakened libido.

  "Not yet, my sweet Earther," Lidon chuckled cruelly. "You will not rush my gratification as you did Degorsk's. You must learn the joy of serving as well as being served."

  She endured his strong but slow thrusts, and her arousal quieted to a gentler hum. She quit fighting to push against him. After a few moments of her docile acceptance, Lidon's pace quickened again. The sharp reports of his flesh meeting hers punctuated their shared gasps as he drove them both towards the precipice once more. His smaller penis rubbed her pink pearl more often than not, and she trembled ever closer to fulfillment.

  Once again, just as the final crescendo threatened, Lidon stopped. She wailed in protest.

  "Not quite time," he managed between heaving breaths. "Hush, pet. You will have your pleasure, but only when I'm ready to grant it."

  He withdrew completely from her, and she sobbed with loss. "Why are you being so mean?" she asked, twisting to look at him over her shoulder.

  "Gratification delayed is sweeter once finally realized," he told her, his face predatory. "But I too grow tired of the wait. We will claim our reward now."

  There was an instant of that dizzying movement again, and Cassidy was on her back once more. Lidon appeared between her legs, and he impaled her with his thick lengths.

  He rode her hard and fast. The swift spiral of ecstasy left her no time to draw breath. Pleasure ballooned in her belly and crested, leaving her jerking beneath Lidon. Her sheath clutched him in desperate orgasm, its insistence pulling a thick ribbon of fluid from him. He screamed with her, his bellow making her ears ring.

  A few moments later he stirred, slowly dragging his heavy body off hers. He caressed her face before turning to Tranis and Degorsk who sat on the floor watching.

  "Please make sure I didn't harm her," he said.

  "If I thought you were doing damage, we would have dragged you off," Degorsk said, rising and joining them. Tranis followed. "But I'll check for your peace of mind."

  Cassidy lay still as his fingers carefully probed her sex, intoxication and exhaustion making her leaden. Satisfaction permeated her entire being. If she had been a cat, she would have purred.

  "Minor bruising perhaps. She'd be sore from her first sexual encounter anyway. Fortunately, Earther females are remarkably pliant. They're made to adjust to a variety of sizes."

  Cassidy giggled. "You make it sound like we're assembled in a factory."

  He smiled, and the warm regard in his expression made her feel safe. "I didn't mean to. You're an exceptional example of your species. I'm grateful to be your mate."

  "You can't be my mate," she said. "It's a sin, one they'll execute me for. I'll go to Hell."

  "We'll discuss that later. It's time for you to get some sleep, my dear girl."

  He went to one of the rumpled formsuits lying on the floor and pulled a cylindrical object from a pouch on the belt. He returned to the bed.

  "What's that, Degorsk?"

  "A mild sedative. I want you to rest for a little while before we begin work on your acceptance of us as your clan."

  He pressed one end of the cylinder to her neck, and she tensed. But there was no pain; just a brief pressure before he took it away.

  Each man pressed a gentle kiss to her lips as the room turned gray. The last thing she saw was a pair of purple cat's eyes looking down on her.

  Cassidy's cell and the Kalquorians were washed away in sudden darkness.

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  Chapter Six

  The detention area of the Kalquorian spy ship h
ad four cells and an observation area where two guards were posted at all times when a prisoner was housed there. All of the captured transport's crew were confined in one of the Earther ship's more commodious storage areas.

  The Kalquorians kept two prisoners in their own detention. One was the shuttle pilot who'd been on Europa when the Kalquorians arrived. He lay on the floor of his cell, sleeping. He'd possessed no useful knowledge for his captors. After initial questioning, they'd left him alone except to give him rations to eat.

  When Tranis and Lidon arrived in the containment area after settling an unconscious Cassidy in their quarters with Degorsk, they found General Hamilton pacing his tiny, bare cell. Now he was backed against one of the featureless white walls from which harsh bright light emanated.

  Tranis watched General Hamilton simultaneously cover his nakedness with both hands and stand tall with proud defiance. The Earther had been stripped of his clothing as part of the strategy to break his will. With the alien's sexual repressions, it was as good a tactic as any to torment him with.

  The man wasn't in bad shape for an older Earther, but his lean body looked unfinished compared to the bulging physiques of his captors. Hamilton's frame resembled a pre-pubescent Kalquorian boy, an odd combination with his lined face and bald head. It made Tranis feel a little ill as he tried to put the two disparate parts together.

  Hamilton's attempt at a dignified posture was thwarted not only by his hands shielding his genitals from Tranis and Lidon's view, but his stance hard against the wall at his back. The hatred in his expression didn't quite hide the fear peeking around the edges. Tranis felt gratified at his obvious discomfort. Playing against the general's bigotry and prudish beliefs might yield results.

  He folded his arms across his chest and stepped close to Hamilton, Lidon at his side. He looked pointedly at the Earther's hands and shook his head with an amused chuckle. "Even you men are ashamed of your sexual natures."

  To his credit, Hamilton didn't shrink from his looming captors, though his breathing quickened at their nearness. "You monsters are known for debauchery with men. Your clans are rife with homosexuality."

  Tranis restrained an urge to laugh at the intimation Hamilton feared rape at their hands. "I do not find you attractive, General. Your virtue, such as it is, is safe."

  "Cassidy is quite lovely however," Lidon observed with low, suggestive tones. "The prettiest little Earther of all the convent's inhabitants. You must be proud."

  Fury widened Hamilton's eyes, and his body tensed. "What have you done? If you lay one hand on my granddaughter-"

  "Give us the security grid's access code, and you have my word she will suffer no harm," Tranis said. Protective of his granddaughter, just as we hoped. Let's see how much her welfare is worth to him.

  Hamilton barked harsh laughter. "Give you entrance to Earth so you can enslave all our women? Never."

  "Earther women are already slaves," Lidon said. "Your government has made them second-class citizens, their worth only in the offspring they provide you. At least we appreciate their gifts and abilities beyond their childbearing capabilities."

  The Earther snorted derision. "God made woman from man, a helpmate to His divine creation. She is therefore subjugated to man. 'And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man. And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.' From our holy book, you godless heathens."

  "'The All brought forth women, blessing them with the wombs of creation. From the women were born men. In gratitude for their lives, the men uplifted these lifegivers, protecting and sheltering them from storms and predators and enemies.' From my faith's holy writings, Earther." Lidon was equally scornful.

  "Blasphemy! Women are inherently evil. If not kept obedient, they threaten the natural saintliness of men who were made in God's own image."

  Tranis hid his shock at Hamilton's attitude. "Do you include your granddaughter in that description?"

  At the mention of Cassidy, the general schooled his expression to be carefully blank. "I've done my best to protect her from her wicked nature."

  Lidon's disbelieving laughter echoed in the empty space. "Wicked nature? I have never met a more innocent creature."

  Hamilton glowered at the Nobek. "Your corruption knows nothing of blameless purity. At her heart lies a wanton slut, filled with depravity."

  A low growl rolled from Lidon's throat, and Tranis silenced him with a look. Returning his attention to the Earther, he said, "She sounds delightful, General. You tempt me to know her better."

  He stroked his groin as he spoke. Thinking of the girl now imprisoned in his quarters, tied naked to the clan's bed, he immediately achieved erection.

  Hamilton tensed again as Tranis' eager flesh strained against his clinging formsuit. "I have spent these last five years righting the damage her harlot mother did. Leave Cassidy alone."

  "The access codes, then."

  Hamilton pressed his lips together and stared into space. Tranis and Lidon exchanged a glance.

  Lidon asked. "Where are the girl's parents now?"

  "Dead."

  The sympathy in Tranis' voice didn't have to be contrived. "Poor child. How lonely she must be stuck on this rock of a moon with no family." He considered a moment. Hamilton was shutting down, but he decided to give one last try. "The women on Europa have been most receptive to my men's companionship. If Cassidy is so weak in her devotion to purity and starved for affection, I am sure she will welcome my clan's company."

  The general's stoic reserve didn't waver. "I won't speak another word to you."

  Lidon glanced at Tranis and rolled his eyes. "I'll get the pain inflictors."

  Chapter Seven

  Degorsk slid two fingers into Cassidy's wet warmth, his thumb tracing gentle circles over her straining bud. She screamed with mingled desire and rage, writhing against the soft restraints tying her to the clan's massive bed.

  "Tell me, Cassidy," he coaxed, his other hand stroking her round cheek. "Tell me how good it feels."

  She twisted her head away, her eyes screwed shut as if by not seeing him she could deny his existence. "No! You can rot in hell before I tell you any such thing."

  He rubbed his fingers in and out, feeling how her sheath softly clutched at him. The lips of her sex were swollen from his attentions, her clitoris straining from its hood. Moans mixed with her harsh, angry breaths. He marveled at how easily her body succumbed to pleasurable touch despite the programming she'd endured at the hands of her government and religion. Indeed, he'd never known a female of any species to become so quickly aroused. How voracious would her appetite be if she'd not been conditioned to fear sex?

  "Sweet Cassidy," he whispered, caressing down from her face to the soft swell of her breast. Her nipples pointed brazenly at the ceiling, inviting attention. "I know my touch brings you joy."

  "I hate it. Stop!" she cried between clenched teeth. Her breath quickened as he pumped her sex a little faster and gently pinched her pert nipple. Her arms jerked in vain against the straps wrapped around her wrists. "If I get loose, I swear you'll regret this. I'll cut your hateful hands off!"

  Degorsk quelled a stab of anger at the ones who'd robbed the poor girl of her ability to simply let go into bliss. "You want this lovemaking. If you didn't, you wouldn't be wet. You've soaked the bed linens with your sweet juices, precious girl." Indeed, the hours of his enticements had dampened the sheets admirably.

  "Shut up!"

  "You want this," he insisted, the fingers embedded inside her searching for that one spot. "You've never wanted anything so much."

  She arched with a cry as he found the nest of nerves at the front of her passage. He bent over her, his face near hers. She was still turned away, still trying to deny him even as her trembling betrayed the rising passion.

  He whispered in her ear. "It's time for another climax, Cassidy." He rubbed the spot, his fingers i
nsistent.

  Her voice was strangled with desperation as her body began to succumb. "No. Don't make me do this. It's a sin."

  "It's all right. Let it happen."

  She groaned, long and drawn out. Surrender crept over her face as he took her closer, her eyes fluttering as she allowed herself to submit, to grant her body the release it craved.

  She was beginning to tense all over, the sign Degorsk now knew signaled she was only seconds from falling over the edge, when the quarters' door slid open with a loud hum. Cassidy jerked at the sound, shifting enough that he lost contact with her sweet spot. She screamed as Tranis and Lidon walked in.

  "Monsters! Evil agents of Satan!"

  Degorsk sighed, his hands on her body going still as he eyed his clanmates with annoyance. In Kalquorian he said, "Perfect timing, you two. I almost had her to number six."

  Lidon dropped into the chair at the computer station and pulled his boots off. "We'll be glad to help you recover." He sniffed appreciatively. "It smells like a Dantovon brothel in here."

  Tranis also disrobed quickly, his eyes locked on Cassidy. With Degorsk distracted, she'd taken the opportunity to fall into the exhausted sleep he'd denied her for the last 28 hours. Unlike Kalquorians who could go for a week without slumber if necessary, Earthers were terribly dependent on their rest. Sleep deprivation was one of Degorsk's main tools in the fight for Cassidy's mind.

  "How is your work going?" the medic asked.

  "Slowly," Tranis answered. "Hamilton shut down without giving us anything. Even hours of pain inflictors got us nowhere. Deciphering the Earthers' codes has been almost as frustrating, but Lidon did have a small breakthrough."

  Lidon stood, pulling his formsuit off. "I discovered they use many different codes, not just one. It's impossible to tell what information is most important, given the number of dissimilar ciphers. We could be translating for weeks before we stumble on the security grid access. The Earthers are determined to be mysterious."