The door opened behind me and I smelled her perfumed fur as she entered. She purred slightly and came up on my backside. Her claws lashed down my back, cutting me open without warning. I screamed with the sudden burning agony and then giggled when my pain switch flipped.
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Chilla growled in my ear. “The Captain says you like pain. That you enjoy being punished.”
Swaying and giddy I watched her hateful eyes as she stepped around the front of me to stand in my face. I thought of several things to say that would only incense her, but what came out of my mouth surprised me. “Though you hate me, I am not your enemy. We serve the same master. Set aside your spite and we could be sisters. If it will help you release your hatred, then hurt me. I’ll survive.”
Surprise lit across her face. “We are not sisters.” She glanced back at the Captain who stood out of the way, letting his concubine do her worst to me. “Play with the Captain and the royal brats all you like. You will never be Gran, and you will never be my sister.”
She glanced down to the growing lump under the heavy fabric of the Captain’s belted skirt. “You can’t even take him in … can you?” She looked back at me and reached down between my legs with her fingers. She slipped in one, then two fingers, feeling inside me, measuring me. I shuddered and bit my lip at the humiliation as she worked her third and fourth fingers inside me. Little by little she opened me up. I tried to look away from her hate-filled eyes as she raped me, but she gripped my chin in her sharp claws and forced me to look in her yellow, alien gaze.
To my horror, I was wetting, somehow turned on by her rough play. She slipped her wet fingers out and made a tight fist, then swirled her knuckles in my juicy pussy lips. I grunted and tried to squirm away from her as she slowly pushed her fist inside of me. I gritted my teeth and bit back a scream as her fist filled me more and more. Felt like being split in half.
“Yes, you can be hurt.” As soon as she spoke, my switch flipped again, and my euphoria wetted her hand, making it easier to shove her fist deeper inside me.
I could be hurt, yes, but I would probably enjoy every fucking minute of it, whether I wanted to or not.
She brought her nose down to rest against my nose, as if we were friends or lovers. “When you can feel the Captain pushing inside like this, you begin to know what it means to be my sister. Until then, you are only a hairless bitch playing pretend.”
The Captain undid his belted-skirt to reveal his hard cock. I prayed he wasn’t planning to do what Chilla spoke of. He stepped up behind the green-stripped beauty and guided the head of his monstrous cock between her legs, spreading her open gradually. She widened her stance for him, helping his engorged member to slip around in her meaty pussy. She growled in my face, but she was talking to him. “The bitch should feel what it’s like. You’ve been sheltering her too much.”
The Captain pushed, but his monster kept slipping past her entry. He couldn’t fit inside her. His efforts shoved her up on her tippy toes, yet he could not squeeze in. When he stopped trying and stepped back, she sighed in relief. He’d been hurting her, and she hadn’t said a word or tried to stop him. She continued rubbing her knuckles around in my sopping wet pussy, grinding into me with her fist. She fully intended that I experience the same as her.
I’d made a huge mistake in trying to identify with this female and her profession as a concubine.
The Captain knelt down behind Chilla and bent low to smooth his huge, powerful tongue up between her legs, wetting her large, soft, pussy lips inside and out. Her eyes glazed over in pleasure as she rode his tongue and she twisted her fist around inside me. The Captain ate her out and she reamed me out.
Watching the Captain pleasure her while she gave me a hardcore fist fuck was strangely arousing – enjoyable.
The Captain lapped her pussy one last time and stood. He lined up behind her and gripped her hips, pulling her ass back and up. I could just see the fat, glistening wet head of his cock as he rubbed himself against her entry and spread her wide as he finally slipped inside. She growled something that sounded like a curse as he kept pushing into her hard, harder and harder, lifting her almost off her feet.
Shuddering, her eyes scrunched in pain, she slid her fist in and out of me, almost identical to the Captain’s meaty grind inside her. Her face hovered and bounced an inch away from me while she gritted her sharp teeth in pain. I breathed hard and I watched the miracle of her tall, svelte body receiving over half of the Captain’s massive cock deep inside her.
I don’t think she enjoyed it nearly as much as I enjoyed riding her fist. Little purring-growling moans of what could have been agony, pleasure, or both, escaped her lips. She lost focus on fucking me as the Captain slid out and slammed deep into her. Soon she was up against me, almost hugging me for support. My cables strained with the weight of us both as the Captain pummeled her relentlessly.
He growled and howled as he fucked that poor female into a yowling, whining crescendo. She suddenly remembered her promise to me and shoved her fist into me deep and hard. It hurt, but it was the right kind of hurt, and I came all over her arm, squirting as I yelled with the overwhelming joy of my orgasm.
The Captain reached out to a shelf on the wall and came away with spray bottle – amixa. He squirted the pheromone all over Chilla’s backside and tossed the bottle across the room. I smelled the scent of the pheromone at the same time she realized what he’d done. Her alien eyes looked deep into my soul with unmistakable fear.
I actually felt sorry for this female, for what was to come.
The Captain buried his nose in her back, rubbing the scent all over his face. Suddenly he jerked her away from me, and pulled her tight against his groin. She flailed in the air and squealed in pain. The Captain’s claws tore into her hips and he yowled at the top of his lungs. Convulsing with the power of his orgasm, he unloaded inside Chilla.
Her back arched and claws raked the air in agonized desperation. White semen oozed out and down her thighs to run down the inside of her legs. When the Captain finally released his claws from her bloody hips and let his massive flaccid cock slide out of her, she collapsed to the floor on her hands and knees, swaying, mewling in pain. She tried to regain her feet, but collapsed again, unable to hold her own weight. He had fucked her so hard she couldn’t walk.
I thanked the universe that I never had to go through Chilla’s ordeal. The stroke off job I did for the Captain was nothing compared to what he’d done to this poor female. And she’d signed up for it voluntarily, for money.
There wasn’t enough money in the galaxy for me to let the Captain shove that monster inside my body. No fucking way. To do this repeatedly, for a living, Chilla had to be the bravest creature I’d ever met.
The Captain left me tied up in the room with Chilla and walked out, probably to his cabin to shower. I strained against my cables to slide my toes over Chilla’s fingers on the floor and get her attention. “Release me and I will help you shower and tend your wounds. Let me help you.”
She looked up at me then and it was the first time she truly saw me, without the hate and bigotry she’d adopted from the moment we met. She nodded and struggled her way up to her feet, growling in pain. She found the strength to undo the cable from my left hand, and then swayed again and flopped back onto her ass.
She was bleeding too heavily perhaps even internally. Probably going into shock. I quickly undid the cable from my right hand and feet. I squatted down beside her and slipped her arm around my shoulders. I heaved her weight up and forced her to stand. I held her around the ribs, taking care not to rub on her hip wounds, and we made it out the door and down the corridor to her cabin across the hall from the Captain.
Realizing she would not heal like me, and the shower might be a mistake if I wanted to stop her bleeding, I laid her out on the couch in our cabin. She flopped her hand in the direction of a wall cabinet. “There is a cream that helps.” I opened the cabinet and pulled down a bottle of white cream. She ind
icated I should put it on her hips.
“First, we need to clean you up.”
I jetted across the hall to the Captain’s cabin and snatched my skirt and top off the floor. The Captain was asleep on his couch, probably still drugged. For a moment I wanted to snag his gauntlet and use that energy blade to castrate the son of a bitch for what he’d done to Chilla. I knew this probably happened commonly in Gran matings, but did he have to treat her so shitty afterwards? He didn’t care he’d left her bleeding out on the floor.
I left the bastard asleep on his couch and returned to Chilla. She was trying to put the cream on her hips, and making a mess of it. I tore the backside off my skirt and wetted the cloth in the steam shower attached to our room. Using my skirt as a wash cloth, I wiped her hips and thighs down as best I could. I applied the cream liberally to her wounds and her eyes glazed over immediately, her vertical pupils grew huge and dilated. She scooped a handful of cream and slathered it up between her legs, even reaching inside herself.
The cream must be some kind of narcotic or painkiller.
Mercifully, she passed out asleep on the couch. I hit the steam shower and tried to wash away the stain on my soul for what I’d witnessed, and enjoyed. The water cleansed my body, but I still felt dirty and sick inside for finding pleasure in Chilla’s rough touch, and my arousal at watching the Captain fuck her like a rag doll.
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Chilla finally accepted my presence in her cabin, and even went so far as to consider me a genuine friend. She graciously accepted my help after each of her torturous sessions with the Captain. I assumed the cream she used on her wounds carried potent nanos. She always healed up in a few days, fully recovered. The scarring on her hips became deeper and more prominent after each time she submitted to the Captain’s brutal sex.
Lucky for her, I served the Captain on her off days. While she recovered, I drank myself into a stupor and kept the Captain well satisfied. It was our ritual: alcohol and sex, then more alcohol and sex. I fed his addiction endlessly, and emptied bottle after bottle of his tasty liquor. Though I knew it’s what the Captain required of me, I didn’t do it for him. I wasn’t doing it for the painsex high. I did it for Chilla, to buy her time. I was able to save her at least three to four days before he demanded she attend him again. In many cases I pulled him away from the door of Chilla’s cabin with promises to serve him in all the ways I knew he enjoyed most.
Drowned in liquor night and day, I furiously sucked the tip of his cock, massaged his balls just the way he liked it, and stroked his shaft hard and fast while he bent me over. I gave my all to milk him out, trying to earn Chilla a few more hours or another day to recover. Though tired, sore and walking funny from riding his cock for hours, I knew my ordeal was nothing compared to what he did to her. He made me watch when he ravaged her. I carried her back to her cabin when she couldn’t walk after servicing him.
Swaying together through the ship hallways naked, drunk, and high on sex and pain, Chilla became my true sister. She helped me to the cafeteria for food, then dragged my drunk ass back to her cabin for a few hours of rest before the Captain wanted one of us to go at it again. Her hateful words from our first meeting were long forgotten in our shared struggles to maintain the Captain’s ever-worsening addiction.
Three weeks into our trip, I pried her out of the Captain’s grip and pushed her back onto the couch to rest. He’d fucked her the day before, and it was too soon to endure his cock again. Drunk and sassy, I got in the Captain’s face. “Stop hurting her you fucking asshole! She needs more time! Take me instead!” I don’t think he understood my English curse words, but he got the drift of what I was saying.
He bent me over the couch in Chilla’s face and made her watch while I stroked and rode his cock until my thighs were raw. He found ways to punish me for stopping him from ravaging Chilla. As he sprayed his come all over us, the bastard mauled my back and ass before I passed out beneath the intensity of his assault.
I woke some time later with Chilla holding me up in the steam shower, washing the blood and come off me. She smacked me awake and held my cheeks in her hands. “You are a strange and wonderful friend, Angel. I owe you much for what you are doing. Please accept my deepest apologies for the way I treated you. I have never been so wrong in judging you. I cannot believe how readily you endure his abuse.”
I let her hold me, enjoying the feeling of a friend who cared enough to take care of me when I was too far gone to take care of myself. “Your biggest mistake was taking this contract with Cronin. That was fucking stupid.”
She growl-chuckled and licked my face affectionately as she rubbed her wet nose against mine. “Do you know how much I negotiated for this trip? I won’t need to work for several cycles with the money I earn serving him. I heard the Emperor paid Cronin liberally for the time you spent with Prince Rollick. With the wealth he gained from you, Cronin could afford any concubine he wanted. I was lucky to find him first, before he negotiated with one of my sisters.”
Lucky. That was a strange way of looking at it.
Suddenly, I recalled the Emperor’s words that the Traders Guild would block him from purchasing me. Obviously he had tried anyway. It warmed me to know the Emperor had done his best to free me, even if it didn’t work.
High and barely able to stand, I rubbed my fingers down over Chilla’s tight ass and powerful thighs. I enjoyed the feeling of a warm friend in my arms. I couldn’t help but ask her the stupid question, “You’re an attractive female. Why not find a good mate and live a better life?”
She shook her head. “I am no one’s rug to be stepped on, breeded, and kept around the house like a piece of furniture. I set the terms, I perform for the Guild officers, and I live free to do as I please, when I please. No male decides the course of my life.”
“The Empress isn’t like that at all. The Emperor values her intellect. She often speaks before he does. Why can’t you find a mate like him?”
She pulled me away from the steam shower and over to the warm air jets to dry off. “If I could find a noble male the likes of Grandrock, I would kneel at his feet for all my days and serve him every night. There are few among the Gran of his caliber, none that aren’t mated to quality females of noble birth. You are blessed to spend time with Prince Rollick in the royal palace. I would give anything to have a prince who adores me as much as he cares for you.”
I didn’t want to discuss Rollick’s strange infatuation with me, so I shut my mouth on that one.
Chilla ran my fingers over her hip scars. “This is the mark of my station in life. When I let a male high on amixa scar my body, I consigned myself to this profession. No decent male would take a scarred concubine as a mate. We are not desirable as mates, only for sex. Though rare, it happens on occasion, an enamored male convinces one of my sisters to mate and breed with him. I would not breed with Cronin and submit to being his mate for the wealth of the Traders Guild Treasury.”
I didn’t grasp all the intricacies of Gran mating relationships, but I understood enough to know she didn’t have to go through this abuse. “If you found a good mate, you wouldn’t have to endure being mauled and scarred by these addicts. It’s the drug that drives them over the edge of sanity, isn’t it?”
She nodded. “Sex is not always painful, not with a decent mate. The males lose control with amixa. This business is profitable, but we wear the scars of their addiction. Few concubines ever find their way out. In fact, few of us survive more than thirty cycles working as a concubine. It’s not uncommon for a male under the influence of amixa to kill during sex.”
Staggering drunk and dripping wet from showering off the evidence of my latest round with the Captain, Chilla yanked me into her cabin and hastily dressed me in one of her skirts and tops, a revealing outfit of black and green. It would have matched beautifully with the dyed colors of her fur. According to her, it looked sharp with my unruly black mane of hair.
“They are assembling to meet. Captain Cronin wants you n
ow!”
I was so drunk from finishing off the bottle of spiced liquor that I was seeing double. My mind could hardly wrap around what Chilla was saying. “They’re waiting for me? Who’s waiting? Cronin just finished with me.”
“Your human and several others are waiting with the Captain. We must hurry!” She slipped on a black skirt and itty bitty bikini top and pulled me down the hallway to a large, open conference room where several Cats sat at couches … with people.
Humans.
What the hell were people doing here? I clung to Chilla as my vision swam and I tried to focus. It had to be a dream. I’d been dreaming of Cesar for so long, I could hardly believe he stood in front of me, calling my name.
Chilla handed me off to Cesar and he wrapped his arms around me, which was the only thing that kept me from falling on my face. “What the fuck is going on here? Where are her clothes? Why is she drugged?”
“Is that really you? I missed you so much, Cesar.” I gushed on him, rubbing my fingers over his face to reassure myself that this wasn’t a drunken vision, or another one of my dreams. I molded to his body and hugged him tight. The smell of his skin brought all the wonderful memories pouring in. Hour after hour of making love to him, his body crushing into mine, his soul meshed with mine. I pulled down the zipper on his suit so I could rub my nose in the skin of his chest and bask in his scent.
“Now that’s what I call a warm welcome!” Chancy sniped at Cesar, a dirty look on his face. Catching Chancy’s evil-eyed stare reminded me I was standing in a room full of people … and Gran.
I winked at the Irish prick. “I didn’t miss you at all.”
Both men broke into laughter, along with the engineer Azad who was sitting at the table beside Chancy. My spirits soared to be back with them. This was the closest thing I had to a family.
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