Alien Slave

by Tracy St. John

  Dani tried to shake her head, remembered she couldn’t. “No. That stuff is pretty good. You should bottle and sell it.”

  Krijero approached her with a blindfold. “I’ve heard of Earthers suggesting that before. It’s helped many of your race get past initial objections.”

  He slid the stretchy material over her eyes, shutting her view of them behind a veil of black. Dani wasn’t sure if she should be disappointed about not seeing the hunky aliens anymore. But being reduced to sound and sensation and not knowing what was

  coming next was exciting too. The nervous twist of anticipation made her insides tremble.

  “Are you all right, Dani?”

  “Yes, Imdiko Krijero.” She was proud she remembered how to answer him properly. It wasn’t easy when her brain was hazy with intoxication.

  “What do you say if it becomes too intense? If you need us to stop?” Wynhod’s velvet voice seemed to rub her ears. Hell, it seemed to rub her whole body, bringing all her senses aware. Only the suspension field kept her from shivering in delight.

  “Umm … was it sholt, Nobek Wynhod?”

  “Very good, little fighter.”

  She warmed at the praise. Coming from the demanding Nobek, it meant a lot that she’d pleased him.

  A long, silent pause stretched out for a few moments. The Kalquorians fell so quiet that Dani couldn’t even hear them breathe. Her skin fairly strained from her flesh, anticipating being embraced. Still, nothing happened.

  Well, they didn’t leave. I would have heard the door. What are they doing? Just looking at me? Why don’t they start already?

  The longer the seconds spun out, the more antsy Dani became. The intoxicant sent tendrils of need throughout her body. She wanted to be touched. She wanted their hands and mouths on her. She wanted them in her. They were such big men. Would their sexes be in proportion with their bodies?

  She hoped so.

  The thought of their possession made her anxious with arousal. A whine escaped her throat.

  “Someone sounds impatient.” Gelan’s voice, amused.

  Krijero: “Rather demanding for a girl who doesn’t like Kalquorians.”

  Wynhod only laughed.

  Maybe politeness would get her somewhere. “Please? You didn’t pay just to hang me up here all night.”

  Gelan: “But you’re so pretty to look at, Dani. Very lovely, indeed.”

  She warmed anew at the appreciative tone he took. Next to the Kalquorians, she didn’t feel so much like a big, galumphing horse. She was positively dainty surrounded by the big men. Feminine. She liked the feeling.

  If only they would touch her!

  Chapter 2

  Gelan watched Dani’s muscles strain as she fought the suspension field. Anticipation drove her to desire their touch. They’d been right to watch and wait silently. Simply taking what they wanted would have made her a good deal less eager, intoxicated or not.

  Truth be told, his fingers twitched to run all over her long, supple body. The Earther was stunning from head to toe. Her thick waves of copper hair shone with golden highlights. It reminded him of sunrise over the mountain in which he lived. Her tiny upturned nose was a counterpoint to plump, luscious lips, lips he could all too easily imagine admitting his aching cocks into the warm cavern of her mouth. Her neck was a long column that even the twin streaks of drying blood from Krijero’s bite couldn’t mar. Her breasts were shaped perfectly with rosy tips that begged to be mouthed.

  Gelan was sure he could wrap his hands around her trim waist and have fingertip meet fingertip, thumb meet thumb. Despite her long, lean frame, her hips flared out wide, a perfect cradle to hold his. And with ample rounded buttocks, he’d have plenty to grab onto as he rode her.

  Her legs, like her arms, were long and graceful limbs, and he wanted to feel them wrapped around his body as he plunged into hers. Between them, her hairless sex beckoned. Moisture glistened on the parted lips, and he barely managed to restrain a groan. Gelan had every intention of playing with Dani, learning what made her respond the best, and teasing her until she begged for release. The heaviness in his groin told him he’d endure as much torture as he planned to inflict on her.

  A whimper, high and pleading, rang through the room. Gelan exchanged a grin with his clanmates. She was primed all right.

  The men hadn’t planned anything in particular when they’d booked the Earther. They’d been too astounded at their luck in finding one on Dantovon, one who actually engaged in sex without coercion. But they moved at the same exact time, simultaneously stroking Dani’s skin as if they’d choreographed the encounter.

  Gelan went first to her cheek, his fingertips whisper-soft against the silk of her face. She sighed as he traced the line of that prettily tilted nose with his thumb. The warmth of her breath against his palm made him look again at those plump lips with longing. He vowed to himself that sometime tonight she would wrap them around his aching need.

  He smoothed over her delicate jaw and chin. Gelan was vaguely aware of Wynhod and Krijero stroking her elsewhere, of her breath quickening under the clan’s combined attentions. He concentrated on learning all he could about her, unconcerned with what the others did.

  The Dramok slid his hand around Dani’s throat, letting her feel his authoritative grip on the slender column. Her mouth went slack, her face softened. Was it fear or desire that greeted his control? Gelan leaned close to whisper in her ear. “You are mine. This body is mine. I will do with it as I please, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

  She moaned gently, as lovely a sigh as a man could hope for. “Yes, Dramok Gelan.” No tremor marred the words, and he felt her pulse leap in her throat. Despite the coolness of the room, she had a light sheen of perspiration.

  Definitely desire.

  Gelan’s hand drifted down between her lovely little breasts. Wynhod gently circled the nipple of one with his thumb, making it tight and rigid. He smirked at Gelan, his enjoyment and arousal blatant. The Dramok returned the leer. The Earther girl was making their long overdue vacation one for the books.

  Krijero drew slow circles with his fingertips over Dani’s stomach, his hand brushing the lower parts of her breasts at the top of its loop and just missing her slit when it descended. Gelan watched with fascination at how the slight roundness of her lower abdomen trembled, especially when the Imdiko ran the tip of his tongue over the cup of her belly button. Tiny whimpers tinged her breath.

  Gelan stepped around, inhaling the clean, slightly salty scent of the Earther slave. He stopped behind her, admiring the long, lean look of her back, the sweet curve of her spine, and the lush pale orbs of her buttocks. That round backside begged to be spanked until it turned as pink as her nipples. His hand actually itched to make her flesh fiery hot. She had said no to severe pain only. The sting of a firm spanking might be to her liking. He knew he would enjoy giving it to her.

  For now, he was content to keep exploring.

  Starting at Dani’s wrists, he stroked down her raised arms, his calloused hands rasping softly against her smooth flesh. Farther down, his fingers brushed lightly over the concave dips of her armpits. She tightened with a breathless giggle. One corner of his mouth lifted, and he danced his fingers over her pits again. She squealed.

  “That tickles!”

  Krijero chuffed laughter in front of Dani. Gelan kissed the tender cup of her ear in apology and continued exploring what other delightful reactions he could discover.

  Her stretched posture exposed the twin ladders of her ribs, and Gelan inspected them, musing at how fragile she seemed. He feared he could crush her without using even half his strength, and a sudden urge to protect the delicate Earther came over him. How was it her kind had proliferated before the war when the Kalquorians, so large and strong and technologically advanced, had waned until extinction loomed on the horizon?

  Gelan took his mind from dark thoughts, determined to enjoy this sweet morsel until they both fell from exhaustion. He wasn’t much for p
hilosophical rumination anyway. The Dramok dealt in cold, hard facts, a boon to his police work when he’d been an investigator.

  The curve of Dani’s spine beckoned. Too delightful to resist, Gelan accepted the invitation and ran his tongue down from where it joined to her skull to the sweet crevice of her buttocks. Her drawn-out groan was a pleasure to his ears.

  Kneeling behind her, Gelan spread his hands out over her mounds. He squeezed, feeling how pliable her flesh was, how easy to grip. Stifling a moan of hunger, he spread the cheeks apart, opening her as much as he could. The tight bud of her anus was revealed, and a spasm of want tightened his groin. He wondered if she’d been taken there yet. For Earthers, such pleasures were the ultimate taboo, one that even Dani might be reluctant to yield to.

  He wet his thumb in his mouth and gently circled the aperture. Dani’s breath caught, and her most secret flesh tightened. Gelan continued the light touch, swirling around the orifice without attempting to breach its defenses. After a few moments of this play, the Earther relaxed a little. He was relieved at her acquiescence. She hadn’t called a halt to the clandestine exploration as he’d expected her to.

  Dani was just full of pleasant surprises.

  She warbled a cry, and Gelan leaned to see what the others were doing without pausing from teasing the girl’s flesh.

  Wynhod had captured one swollen reddened nipple between his teeth and flicked the tip hard with his tongue while his hand worked her other peak. Krijero stroked her nether lips, spreading honeyed wetness over her distended clit. It was hard to say which of them had elicited the cry. Dani’s every breath now ended in a whimper, and the sounds were getting louder.

  Gelan chuckled. She’d scream her throat raw before they were done with her.

  * * * *

  In the darkness behind the blindfold, Dani’s world swirled with pleasure. Desire continuously threatened to bloom into explosion without quite making it. The bliss was agony, something she’d never experienced before.

  A rough mouth and hands tormented her breasts with zings of sensation that alternated between slight twinges of pain and heated ecstasy. The teacup mounds fit perfectly in the devouring maw of the man torturing her.

  Another mouth and pair of hands visited similar delights to her wide open aching sex. Fingers moved in and out of her core, using her roughly one moment, gently the next. Every now and then her clit received attention. She never knew whether the rough, rasping tongue would flick over the distended nub, or if teeth would carefully close over it in a heart stopping nip, or if lips would surround it to suck hard with pressure that threatened to drive her insane. Each time the swollen flesh was teased, she came right to the brink of climax, only to be denied with a cruelty that left her reeling.

  The third pair of hands held her buttocks apart, and a calloused digit teased the rim of her anus. At first Dani had feared the Kalquorian back there intended to penetrate her, but he seemed content with stroking the tight entrance. After a few moments, she’d

  relaxed, amazed at the sensations she received from that part of her anatomy. She’d never realized how sensitive it was until now. Maybe it was the intoxicant that made every touch a taste of heaven?

  She was a little horrified to find herself wondering what it would be like to have a man put his cock in her there. The rumors of how Kalquorian men were endowed had dismayed her before, but she’d dismissed them as religious poppycock, just another ruse to enslave the minds of the masses with fear. Too bad, because she was beginning to wonder what it would feel like.

  She’d have to add no Kalquorians biting her to her list of no-no’s in her contract. Her brain was turning to jelly under the influence, making her contemplate things too abhorrent even for a free spirit such as herself.

  But a ban on Kalquorians at all was already in her contract. God, this was confusing.

  The warm mouth covered her clitoris again, and the tiny part of her mind still capable of thinking disappeared in a wash of elation. Gentle suction tore a cry from Dani’s throat. Bliss swelled in her belly, expanded, and here she was on the precipice, ready to tumble over…

  The mouth disappeared, leaving her tottering on the edge, reaching, grasping, trying to find completion. But the sweet blooming receded, and she couldn’t claim it. A sob escaped. “Please…”

  Before she could finish voicing her plea, the thumb that had been skirting her tight rosebud pressed in, slowly entering her taboo passage.

  Dani gasped. Panic asserted itself, and she fought the suspension field, trying to get away from the intrusion. Her inability to move drove the terror higher, leaving her unable to remember the word they’d given her, the word that would stop everything.

  Trapped. Unable to resist. Even her father’s money and influence wouldn’t save her if she got caught like this, allowing the most illegal of touches, the most profane of acts. She’d be mutilated, tortured, imprisoned, executed.

  Teeth scraped one nipple then the other. Another set seized her clit, holding it imprisoned for the tongue that lashed it unmercifully. Heat suffused every cell of Dani’s body, erasing the horror that had sublimated the euphoria for a few hellish seconds. Her entire being seized, and she strained for the orgasm that galloped headlong towards her.

  Then the mouths were gone, leaving her desolate with incredible longing once more.

  “Nooo,” she cried, desperate to capture completion. She’d go mad if they didn’t let her climax!

  Masculine chuckles answered, demonic laughter of the beasts that tormented her. Now it was all hands, clutching her breasts in meaty paws, fingers plunging in and out of her womanhood, the thick thumb drawing gently out of her anus and pressing in again.

  As impending climax retreated, Dani realized how good the unwanted rear end penetration felt. How incredible the sensation was, the heady pleasure it gave. She’d never felt its like.

  Supposedly, receiving pleasure like this would damn her to Hell. Dani had news for the vanished Church and government leaders. Hell felt a whole lot like paradise to her.

  When the thumb disappeared, she whimpered a protest. Gelan’s rumbling bass spoke in guttural bursts for a moment, and the fingers in her front sheath also left her body. Before Dani could voice a complaint, other fingers took their place, wetting themselves in her honey. Then they were gone, replaced by the first set of fingers once more.

  She had no idea why the Kalquorians were playing musical fingers with her pussy until a slick digit picked up where the thumb had left off. She sighed delight as her back passage was filled again.

  Someone sucked her left breast into his mouth. The cat-scratchy tongue laved her soft flesh, curling around her areola with a dexterity that amazed. Her other nipple was pinched almost cruelly, mixing pain with the delight. The sensations sent a bolt of desire down to her now-abandoned clit. Dani was barely aware that she moaned nonstop now.

  A low hum joined her sounds of bliss. It took a moment for her to recognize the sound as one of the vibrating toys the room was equipped with. The next instant, the buzzing surface pressed against her clit.

  Ecstasy rocketed through her body for an instant, and then the vibrator fell away. Dani fought to thrust her hips after the retreating toy, but there was no give to the field that held her helpless. She wailed.

  A second finger entered her backside, amping up the intense pleasure she felt there. Again orgasm threatened. The fingers simply stayed there, imbedded without moving anymore. The climax slid away, its promise unfulfilled.

  Teeth nipped the peak of one breast. Dani shrieked with need.

  The hum moved between her legs again, and fingers plunged in and out of both her entrances as the mouth at her breast sucked the mound in deep. The dark abyss behind the blindfold brightened, her body clenched, reached…

  The fingers inside her stilled, and the mouth and vibrator disappeared. Her womb managed one tiny spasm that relieved none of the tension singing through her.

  “Damn you!” she screamed. “Stop teasing me
!”

  “Wrong answer.” Wynhod’s silken tone, coming from in front of her, had an undercurrent of displeasure. A stinging slap cracked against one throbbing breast, and Dani’s insides clenched. Every single sensation invited the cataclysm they wouldn’t give her, even the punishing ones.

  Gelan’s voice came from behind. “You are in no position to make demands. You may ask us very nicely, little Earther. We might consider giving you release if you behave like a good girl.”

  The parental tone grated on her nerves despite the intoxicated arousal that screamed for her to give them what they wanted. Who the hell did that Dramok think he was anyway? “Good girl? I’m a prostitute, you big, stupid ape. If you want a good girl, go to a convent.”

  As the words left her mouth, Dani regretted her impulsiveness. The silence that hung in the air told her she was in trouble.

  “She needs discipline,” Wynhod growled.

  Gelan: “Indeed. Let’s show her how gentle we’ve been up to now.”

  They went at her hard then, and the next few minutes were an eternity of exquisite torture. Dani had never imagined sensual desire could be as terrible a weapon as pain, but the Kalquorians wielded it with precision. A beating might have been easier to bear.

  She screamed into a hard mouth that sealed over hers, the tongue plunging in as if to rape her throat. Hands alternated between spanking her breasts and pleasuring them until the line between delight and agony disappeared, becoming intense sensation that barreled straight to her clit. Fingers slid in and out of her anus, evoking terrible bliss of the forbidden. Three fingers thrust in and out of her vagina, discovering the sensitive nest of nerves at the front of the channel and setting fire to her clutching sheath. The vibrator hummed against her nubbin, driving her mad with primitive want.