by S. L. Hadley
Groaning, Kitty’s head lolled. Her thoughts were enflamed, urging her to greater action. Rather than give in, however, she merely lay there, writhing and angling her hips against Lio’s gentle thrusting. A shudder coursed through her. Her fingers shook but she lifted them anyway, grabbing a section of Lio’s stiff, segmented mane.
Within a minute of taking him inside, Kitty could feel herself nearing the brink. It was utterly absurd. She was imprisoned, facing torture, and virtually powerless. And yet, as another quivering spasm shook her limbs, the only thing she could think of was how badly she wanted to cum.
“Lio!” she gasped, curling her legs around the small of his back. Her grip grew tighter around the locks of his mane. “I’m almost… please!”
If he was surprised by the speed and ease of her approaching climax, Lio gave no sign of it. Instead, he merely added to the forcefulness of his steady thrusts, driving himself deeply and giving Kitty just enough time to savor each one before the next began.
She grasped him desperately, breath coming in frantic, hitching gasps. Her orgasm was close—so close—and each passing second it neared a tiny bit more. Every inch of her exposed skin seemed electrified, tingling and crying out with need. She was almost surprised that the coupling of their bodies continued to fill the air with sloppy, wet sounds rather than the crackle of static. Not that she heard much of it anyway; her ears were deafened by the dull roar of her own heartbeat.
With an uncharacteristically feminine moan, Kitty slipped over the edge. She trembled violently, eyes screwed shut as her body tensed and clenched around Lio’s perfect cock. There was an unfamiliar taste in her mouth and it took her several disjointed seconds to realize she’d somehow bitten down on several of the bony tips of the Arsalian’s mane. Not that Lio seemed to mind, he cradled her face in his hands, brow pressed tenderly against hers as she rode the ecstatic waves of pleasure. They consumed her, filling her belly with warmth and a distracting tingle.
So much so that it was only when her orgasm had subsided and Lio slowly eased out of her that Kitty realized her juices were the only thing coating his member. She stared at him in confusion, vision still swaying slightly.
“You didn’t—?” she asked, growing suddenly self-conscious.
Lio laughed, gently tugging the strands of his mane from her fingers and wiping away the saliva from where she’d gnawed them.
“It’s fine,” he assured her, rather quickly. “Might be here for a while. Didn’t want to wear myself out.”
“Is that right?” came a loud, gruff voice that made them both jump. “Mind if I cut in, then?”
Kitty spun on the bed as Lio leapt to his feet. Disoriented, as though she was merely a teenager caught in a moment of intimacy, Kitty scrambled to yank her clothes back into place.
A slim, dark-skinned figure stepped closer. In the relative dark of the cell—there was only a single light, high overhead—it wasn’t until he pressed his face to the bars that Kitty recognized him.
Kreax.
The alien wore a smug grin that was made decidedly menacing by the unblinking stare of his four, crimson eyes. A small laspistol was affixed to his hip—Kitty’s.
Hastily pulling up her trousers, Kitty rose from the bed and stalked toward him. The afterglow of her orgasm had faded entirely, gradually replaced by cold fury. For a moment, the feeling was so strong that she couldn’t bring herself to speak.
“Bastard,” she growled. “You like to watch, huh?”
Kreax’s smirk grew more pronounced and he practically leered at her through the bars. The only time his eyes left her was to glance at Lio, though there was greater complexity to that look. In due course, his attention returned to her, as did the smile.
“What can I say?” he said. “Once I got a taste… well, it was a shame our last time ended so abruptly.”
“Leave,” Kitty said. “Or you’ll be made to.”
Kreax laughed, playfully tugging on the magnetically sealed cell door. He glanced around the room.
“Really? And who’s going to do that?” he teased. “You? Your girlfriend over there? Obviously, DeWitt knows I’m here, you stupid bitch!”
Out of the corner of her eye, Kitty saw Lio take a single, silent step toward Kreax. She started to turn, to tell him to stay put, but Kreax was faster. Kitty’s laspistol was in his hands before she had a chance to speak.
“Don’t even think about it,” Kreax snarled, all traces of amusement gone from his voice. “I appreciate what you did earlier. But, I swear, I will blast a hole through your skull and leave her to clean up the mess.”
Careful not to startle him into shooting, Kitty cautiously side-stepped into the line of fire. She kept her face blank, one hand raised in a deescalating gesture. The other hung at her side, waving Lio off.
“What do you want, Kreax?” she said.
Kreax lowered the laspistol, smile returning.
“I thought that was obvious,” he said. “I want you, of course. Only this time, I expect to enjoy that cunt of yours properly.”
Ignoring Kitty’s warning hand, Lio stepped closer.
“Jump out a fucking airlock,” he snarled. “Kitty’s not your personal—”
“Lio!” she snapped, glancing back at him before Kreax had a chance to intervene. She stared at the Arsalian, trying to convey everything she felt in a single look.
Don’t fight him. It’s okay. I know what you’re feeling, but if this is what it takes…
It was impossible, of course, though from the way Lio’s shoulders sagged suddenly, it was obvious he understood the bulk of the message. He hung his head, sighing and slumping against the wall.
Taking a deep breath to prepare herself, Kitty turned back around and faced Kreax.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked.
***
Kitty grunted as Kreax hilted himself inside her with a single, brutal thrust. Even wet as she was from her lovemaking session with Lio, there was a still a dull twinge of pain that accompanied the sudden penetration. And, even worse, a deep-seated, irresistible pleasure. It was the latter that made her want to pull away. But, of course, the preparations had made that impossible.
She was shackled to the bars of her cell, secured by the wrists and ankles, her back to Kreax and the door. Which meant she’d been forced to look Lio in the eye the whole time. That was the worst part of it. She could handle being used—even as she hated how good it felt—but seeing the devastated heartbreak on Lio’s face was actual torture.
Kreax’s elongated fingers grasped her hips, the painful prodding of his claws making her practically double over as he claimed her. The sound of his alien cock exploring her dripping sex echoed off the walls, horrifyingly loud in Kitty’s ears. She could only imagine how much worse the intimate sounds must have been to Lio, thanks to his large, feline ones.
“Stars above, I could get used to this!” Kreax groaned, thrusting deep. His voice was husky with pleasure and Kitty tried to convince herself that the goosebumps across her naked back were because of that, and not just because of how good he felt inside her.
Clutching the bars to keep the cuffs from digging into her wrists, Kitty closed her eyes. She had to. It was the only way to keep Lio from seeing the awful pleasure she was no doubt broadcasting. Then, biting back a moan of delight, Kitty found herself clenching her jaw so tightly her teeth ached.
There had to be a way out of this. She’d tried clenching her insides, silently begging Kreax to cum and be done with it, but the male seemed to have developed an unusual endurance. No doubt she had herself to thank for that, after all, she’d already gotten him off twice earlier that day. And trying to eke an orgasm out of him only made her own that much closer.
And that was something she steadfast refused to make Lio watch.
“Lio,” Kitty whispered, opening her eyes a crack.
The Arsalian’s eyes opened as well. He’d seated himself on the bed, legs drawn up against his chest, with his large hands flattenin
g his ears against his skull. Apparently, he hadn’t been very successful at blocking out the noise.
“Lio,” Kitty said again, louder. She jerked her head, indicating he should approach. Lio did so reluctantly, keeping his eyes locked on hers with laser-like intensity. Several arteries in his neck and forehead were visible.
Kreax’s thrusts slowed as Lio approached and Kitty heard the familiar rustle of her laspistol leaving its holster. She shook her head urgently, craning her neck to meet the alien’s eyes.
“Wait!” she gasped, a bit lustier than she’d intended. When had she gotten so out of breath? “I want him, too. You can both… at the same time!”
Kreax froze, ceasing to move inside her apart from a small, involuntary throbbing of his cock. Kitty squeezed down, wriggling her hips in a desperate attempt to persuade him. At least, she assured herself that was the sole reason. The alternative was far too terrible to consider.
“Fine,” Kreax growled, punctuating his words with a particularly devastating thrust. “Don’t try anything.”
Kitty groaned softly, sweaty fingers slipping down the bars a bit. She lifted her head to stare at Lio, wishing the angle didn’t make her look quite so sex-drunk. Her face was so warm she had no doubt it was tingled a brilliant red.
“Lio,” she muttered, choking his name out instead of the moan her body desired. “Use my mouth. Please.”
Lio said nothing. He merely stared down at her, face blank and expressionless as a corpse.
“Please!” Kitty whispered. Once again, she tried to say everything she wanted to—everything she didn’t dare speak aloud—with nothing but her eyes.
Distract me.
“Lio, fuck my mouth.”
Again, Lio’s shoulders slumped in defeat. Only this time, rather than retreating, he reached down and began to fiddle with the clasps of his trousers. Kitty sighed in relief, though the continued caress of Kreax’s bulbous member turned the sigh into a shaky hiss.
Lio’s navy-colored cock was completely flaccid, though still gleaming a bit from its time inside her. Fighting down her natural distaste at the thought, Kitty leaned in as much as her shackles would allow and enveloped him with her mouth. She could feel the slickness of her juices and taste the sharp tang of them on her tongue, but pushed such nauseating thoughts aside. Bobbing her head desperately, she used every trick she knew—anything and everything that might grant her a moment’s distraction from the tormenting pleasure of being fucked.
It worked. Slowly, of course, for judging by the way he merely stood there, Lio’s heart was not in it. In the end, however, he was still a male. And a male who’d been quite literally blue-balled just a few minutes earlier.
As his cock swelled, Kitty took him deeper, ignoring the dizziness that came from using nothing but her neck. She felt his ridges begin to rise, the small, cartilaginous spines tickling her tongue as she drove him as far into her throat as she could manage. The pressure made her gag, but that was the whole point, after all. Every second she spent gagging and choking on Lio’s cock was a moment not spent moaning on Kreax’s.
And then, after a few moments of such self-sadism, Kitty’s message broke through. Lio tensed with sudden understanding. His hands reached out slowly, one cradling her chin, the other resting atop her head. Then his hips began to move on their own, thrusting of their own accord.
Kitty wanted to sigh with relief but had no chance. Lio’s member was now too large and erect for such luxuries. He plunged deep into her maw, gliding across her tongue and giving her just enough time to snatch the occasional, desperate breath. It was bizarre, if not completely insane, but Kitty was too giddy to care. She coughed and sputtered, limbs trembling as both males used her with mindless disregard for her humanity.
“Fuckin’ aye,” Kreax groaned, pulling Kitty’s hips tightly against the bars to let him thrust deeper. One hand smacked her ass, hard enough for the sting to break through her fog of conflicted arousal. “Moan for it, bitch!”
It was one request Kitty was only too happy to oblige. Partly because of what it represented, and partly because of her own desperate, barely repressed ecstasy. She moaned loudly, gagging as Lio thrust deep as well and the vibrations of her cry vibrated up the length of his shaft.
With a deep, enthusiastic grunt, Kreax bottomed out inside her. His cock spasmed, throbbing as he emptied himself.
Clarity—sudden clarity.
Kitty stared up at Lio, eyes watering but wide and clear. She tightened her lips around his shaft, sucking furiously to create the vacuum she knew he loved. And then she nodded.
A ghost of a smile appeared on Lio’s face, just for an instant. And then he was clutching her face in his arms, pressing her flat against his abdomen as he gave a series of brief, powerful thrusts to carry him over the edge as well. He came violently, spilling a seemingly impossible quantity of seed across her tongue.
Kitty swallowed furiously, relishing the distractingly acrid taste in a way she’d never done before. It was cum—possibly the least pleasant taste in the whole galaxy—but it was Lio’s. That meant it was hers. And right then, with another male filling her pussy with his unwelcome seed, it was positively the most delicious thing she could imagine.
As the flow dwindled and then stopped, Kitty swallowed a final time and let Lio’s cock slip from between her lips. At some point, Kreax had done the same behind her and was busy arranging his clothes. He wore a wicked, satisfied smile, utterly oblivious to how he’d been undermined.
It was all Kitty could do not to smirk as she straightened up. Then, a subtle groan spilled from her lips at the unexpected aching of her back. She’d be feeling that one for days, maybe longer.
So, perhaps, it wasn’t quite the victory she’d hoped.
“You,” Kreax laughed. “Are one crazy bitch, you know that?”
He turned to leave and Kitty yelped out in surprise.
“Wait!” she said, rattling her shackles against the cell bars. “Let me out of these!”
“Are you kidding?” he chuckled. “Can’t have you running off on me!”
Kitty cursed and swore violently, voice echoing off the plasteel walls as Kreax—still laughing—left the room. When at last the echoes faded and it became obvious that he would not be coming back, she turned her attention back to Lio. Now, as before, the Arsalian’s expression had become unreadable.
“Well, fuck,” she said.
***
“Kitty, I cannot apologize enough,” DeWitt said. The man averted his eyes, refusing to look at her nudity as one of his men cut the shackles from his wrists. “I swear to you, this will not happen again.”
Massaging the blood back into her wrists, Kitty accepted the shirt Lio handed her and draped it over her shoulders as though unbothered by the way it continued to expose most of her breasts. She waited patiently as the man worked to free her ankles next. Only once they were free and she’d slipped her panties back on did she turn to face DeWitt.
She’d been shackled for nearly two days before another of DeWitt’s men had arrived to check on her. Apparently, Kreax had been responsible for their meals; meals they had only received in exchange for services.
It was satisfying to see the man in shackles of his own, though not nearly as satisfying as she’d imagined. His eyes were blindfolded and a gag was wedged in his mouth, while a pair of cuffs secured his arms behind his back.
“Why should I believe you?” she said. “Kreax came here by your permission. You knew precisely what he planned to do.”
DeWitt’s expression hardened and for a moment he looked ready to snap at her. Then, taking note of her continued state of half-dress, he blushed slightly and averted his eyes once more. Stars above, did the man really think of her as a daughter? Still? After everything?
“I made it clear,” DeWitt said. “Whatever liberties my men took were to be limited and reported to me, personally. Nothing of this sort was ever authorized. Nor would it have been.”
Kitty scoffed ad shared a lo
ok with Lio.
“How gracious,” she muttered.
The cell door creaked suddenly and Kitty nearly jumped in surprise as it swung inward. DeWitt entered, along with the shackled Kreax. The latter fell to his knees, after a sharp, brutal kick from DeWitt.
“I swear to you, Kitty,” DeWitt said. “I didn’t know.”
He held out her laspistol, grip-first, and waited for her to take it. She did so cautiously, frowning in confusion and turning the weapon about in a quick inspection.
“What’s this about?” she asked, already suspecting the answer.
At last, DeWitt smiled. It was a thin smile, but he looked her in the eyes at the same time.
“Kreax disobeyed me,” he said. “And is therefore outside the Syndicate’s protection. I imagine you might like a bit of justice.”
“More like revenge, if you ask me.”
DeWitt shrugged. “Take your pick. His life is yours.”
Kreax struggled suddenly, trying to rise. Another swift kick from DeWitt, this time between the legs, kept him kneeling. A muffled cry emerged from behind the gag.
Kitty studied the bound man for a long moment, idly turning the laspistol over in her hands. It was comforting to hold something so familiar, though she was sure DeWitt’s men had drained the battery to only a single shot.
At last, she sighed and shook her head.
“You’re not going to shoot him?” DeWitt asked, surprised.
“No.”
Grinning, Kitty handed the laspistol to Lio.
“I know someone who’d enjoy it more.”
Checkmate
Harem Ship Saga
Volume Ten
By S. L. Hadley
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Sprawled on her back on the cell’s single mattress, Kitty Black stared at the featureless ceiling as one of her hands roamed lazily down the front of her trousers. She stroked herself gently, more from boredom than any sense of urgency. After a few minutes, once the novelty had worn off, she craned her neck over the edge of the mattress.
