Alien Slave

by Tracy St. John

  Every time Dani neared elation, just as it was within her grasp, the men withdrew, leaving her crying and helpless. After three rounds of torment, all her defenses fled, leaving her broken with need. Pride was only a memory, an unwanted virtue in the wake of such persecution.

  “Please,” she sobbed. “Please.”

  “What do you think?” Krijero’s voice was soft with contemplation.

  Wynhod: “I don’t think she’s quite there yet.”

  Gelan: “I agree. Let’s continue.”

  They went at her again, ignoring her cries. Mouths, hands, and vibrator consumed her world, sending her effortlessly into the stratosphere, letting her feel the glorious dissolution that was hers. If. They’d. Only. Go. Just. One. Second. Longer…

  They pulled away again.

  Harsh, ugly noises ratcheted from Dani’s throat as she cried. Her body thrummed with painful need. It hurt. It actually hurt.

  “Look at this.” Krijero’s voice drifted through her sobs.

  Wynhod’s cruel chuckle rang in her ears. “Her losom is redder than her hair.”

  “Swollen too.” Gelan’s tone was appreciative. “I think it’s time. Dani?”

  She was crying too hard to answer him. Her mouth, tender from the bruising kisses, wouldn’t work.

  But the Dramok wasn’t going to let her off the hook. “Dani. Answer me.”

  The command he spoke with helped her remember how to talk. Her voice tiny and broken, she hiccupped, “Yes, Dramok Gelan?”

  “Do you want us?”

  “Yes, yes, Dramok Gelan. Please.”

  “Say it.”

  “I want you. Please, anything. It hurts. Please.”

  The blindfold was pulled off. Dani blinked in the harsh light spotlighting her suspended body. The three Kalquorians stood before her, massive creatures, beautiful and terrible all at once.

  Gelan smiled at her. “Then you shall have us.”

  They stripped their shirts off, their muscular torsos a feast for Dani’s hungry eyes. She thought about asking them to free her arms so she might touch them, worship their wide shoulders, chests, and abdomens. But her mouth had already gotten her in so much trouble. If they decided to torture her again, she’d go insane.

  Shoes and boots went next, flung uncaringly across the floor. Then the close-fitting black pants, revealing them in all their glory. Dani’s heart nearly stopped.

  The rumors had been true.

  Each man had two penises, one behind the other. The ones in front were large, the biggest she’d ever seen. About an inch or two behind were smaller, more regular-sized cocks of Earther males. The tapered, bullet-shaped organs gleamed in the light, as if wet.

  Dani shuddered in fearful anticipation. Her mouth was definitely working again, chattering with a mind of its own. “Oh God, oh God, oh Jesus, Mohammed and Moses!”

  Gelan stepped close, wrapping his big arms around her comfortingly. He gently kissed her and stroked her hair. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Have you never been possessed front and back before?”

  Dani shook her head, feeling his twin lengths pressing against her. They were definitely wet, as if he’d already taken a dip inside her. “I’ve never had anything that big. And never, never back there.”

  “Are you willing to try? You can say sholt at any time.” Gelan’s hands drifted over her body with a light touch, bringing her still overwrought senses tingling anew.

  Dani needed release. They’d riled her body up to the point where she couldn’t think of anything but possession and climax. Even the sight of their double endowments and knowing what they would do to her with them hadn’t shut the need down. Perhaps it was the intoxicant still in her system that made her senses greedy with want, but she craved climax. The ache of emptiness knew no compromise.

  Drawing a shaky breath, Dani said, “You promise you’ll stop if I say to? Really?”

  “Look in my eyes, Dani.” Gelan’s face was serious, and she saw no hint of lie in his demeanor. She’d known a lot of liars, nothing but liars in fact, but if he was putting her on she couldn’t find any hint of it.

  “All right.”

  Gelan smiled, and Dani’s heart thumped painfully at the sight. Alien or not, enemy of her race or not, he was stunning to look at. The sight of that handsome face and the feel of his hands on her body brought her to full arousal once more.

  He growled something in his guttural language, and the field around her lessened a little, became not so solid while still keeping her suspended in the air. Gelan was able to move her legs, and he did so, wrapping them around his waist and tilting her pelvis up. Now she was in position for his first thrust. He kept one arm wrapped around her while the other adjusted his sexes to home in on their intended orifices.

  Dani tensed to feel him so big and eager, ready to plunge in. Gelan shook his head at her.

  “Easy, little fighter. We will go gently this time.”

  Dani closed her eyes against his intense stare and forced herself to relax. It was just sex. This was her job, no matter how unpleasant it might be. She could get through this.

  Gelan pressed into her. The tips of his cocks slipped in easily, eased by her wetness and his. He took her slowly, letting her feel how he grew thicker and thicker, filling her swollen, sensitive tissues. The ache of her passion, ignited by the play they’d subjected her to only minutes before, returned with a vengeance. Feeling the massive Kalquorian’s penetration, the sensation of being taken front and back, the heady pleasure of his bigger cock in her womanhood and the unaccustomed but incredible delight of pressure in her anus took Dani back to that trembling edge of orgasm.

  She tipped over.

  A thunderclap of ecstasy seized her body, detonated her in a lightning flash of elation. Dani was suddenly caught in an epic storm of climax, her insides heaving mightily, threatening to burst out of the confines of her body. Any pleasure of intimate contact she’d ever known before was dwarfed, made miniscule by this gargantuan rapture. She shrieked in the maelstrom’s frenzy, tossed to and fro in its grip. And it went on and on, fed by the man opening her wide, working himself in and out. The friction fed the cataclysm, repeating it time and again until Dani dissolved into the tempest, torn apart by the gale.

  At some point she heard an animal’s roar break through the raging storm, and another pulse joined with her convulsing insides. At last the tumult receded, and Dani discovered herself in Gelan’s arms once more. The alien gasped, as if he’d fought his way through the fury to rescue her from its beautiful clutches. She shuddered, lessening spasms licking through her as she returned to stable ground.

  “What did you do to me?” Dani whispered, her voice ragged from screaming.

  Gelan choked out breathless laughter. “I could ask you the same thing. I can die a happy man now.”

  Wynhod’s voice came from behind him, sounding awed. “Perhaps you’ll untangle yourself from her before you expire? I don’t know about Krijero, but I’m in a great deal of need.”

  Gelan snorted, but he managed to pull Dani’s legs apart, freeing himself from her desperate grip. He drew his deeply imbedded sexes from her body. Dani groaned as the friction of his leaving sent a flare of desire through her belly. Good heavens, there was no way she was going to climax again, not after that insane ride.

  Gelan staggered back and sat heavily on the floor, and Wynhod stepped forward. His dark gaze and the sight of his readiness for her made Dani’s heart skip a beat and her insides flex with renewed eagerness.

  No way. She could not possibly be ready for another round.

  Ready or not, Wynhod was coming for her, and under that heated stare, Dani’s sex responded with a rush of wetness. She gasped in mingled arousal and surprise.

  The Nobek wrapped her in his arms, and his prods were hot enough to burn her belly where they touched. She whimpered. He growled.

  “Field, release subject,” Wynhod said.

  Dani’s body went heavy as the suspension field disappeared. She
sagged bonelessly in the Kalquorian’s arms, her head lolling back. Wynhod settled her cheek against his shoulder and carried her away from the platform.

  Dani hoped the fierce alien would be gentle whatever his plans for her might be. Reacquainted with the weight of gravity and still trembling from the most intense orgasm of her life, she had no strength to resist him.

  Wynhod brought her to the table and turned her so that she lay on her stomach. Much like the massage table she’d enjoyed at the secret spa back on Earth, it featured a padded headrest circling a hole for her face. Due to the intimate nature of massages, Earth’s Church-ruled government had outlawed them except when needed for medical rehabilitation.

  Prestige allowed for pleasures not afforded the middle and lower classes, pleasures Dani had taken full advantage of with no sense of guilt.

  The massage tables on Earth hadn’t been outfitted with restraining straps like this one. Once Wynhod had settled her face comfortably into the padded hole, he busied himself rendering her helpless once more. Silken bonds fixed her wrists and ankles to the table legs. The Kalquorian also strapped her to the table at the middle of her back. The table top ended at her waist, leaving her rear end suspended in midair, her legs spread open for his pleasure.

  “Laxan?” Krijero asked.

  “I think she’s stretched enough for it to not be too uncomfortable,” Wynhod said. “She could do with a little more relaxation, though.”

  His big warm hands seized her shoulders and tightened. Then he loosened his grip, and tightened again, gently rubbing the muscles. Dani sighed and closed her eyes at the unexpected treat. It had been a long time since her last massage, and the Nobek was a master at it.

  “I thought you were about to explode,” Gelan chuckled.

  Wynhod’s voice was every bit as relaxing as his manipulations. “I intend to enjoy our little fighter, not lose control with the first thrust. This will calm us both down.”

  Dani had no problem with that. Wynhod had magic hands, and she was sure no one had ever received a better rubdown than the one he treated her to now.

  The Kalquorian was thorough. He massaged her from scalp to toes, untying knot after knot of stored tension. Dani floated along, euphoric despite the intoxicant wearing off. Her body became liquid beneath the knowledgeable fingers of the Nobek until she thought she might flow right off the table. She drowsed under the warm, strong hands, lulled by the comfort he gave. The hardships she’d endured the last year seemed far away.

  When Wynhod finished, Dani was drifting on a sea of quiet bliss. She could lie here forever, she thought.

  “Are you still awake?” The velvet voice seemed to drift as if on a lazy breeze. The big, lovely hands settled on her buttocks, parting them.

  “Hmmf.” Dani didn’t want to expend the effort required to talk.

  Deep laughter rolled over her. Even the hint of danger in the tone couldn’t rouse her. “You are ready, my little lovely. Hopefully you will enjoy this as much as I.”

  Torpid, Dani thought, do whatever you want. As long as I don’t have to move, you can dance the watusi for all I care.

  Something hard, slick, and hot touched her anus. Pressed against it. Began to slide in.

  Mr. Magic Fingers. It’s okay. I found out I like that.

  The intrusion expanded. A thrum of pleasure at the invasion awoke. He was using two fingers. No, make that three. Almost as wide as Gelan’s smaller cock. That was fine too.

  A nudge at her womanhood. Wynhod’s fist was there, adjusting himself to enter her. The length pierced her petals as the pressure and girth in her tighter channel grew.

  Thick, thick fingers. Anymore, and it might get uncomfortable. How long are his fingers, anyway?

  Her rear sheath grudgingly expanded to accept what Wynhod eased into it. It wasn’t his fingers.

  Dani’s eyes opened wide. She didn’t see the thin, dark carpet beneath the table. She saw how Wynhod had looked when his pants had been stripped away, the long, thick front organ she’d known would fill her pussy more than any man who’d had her before.

  He was putting that thing in her ass.

  “Wait,” she whimpered, her body tensing. The slight ache became painful.

  The Nobek stopped immediately. “Relax, Dani.”

  “It hurts. I can’t do this,” she said, her voice getting higher with panic.

  “It only hurts because you tensed up. Calm down and ease your muscles.”

  Motion surrounded her, and two more pairs of hands were stroking the back of her head and her shoulders. “You’re all right, little Earther,” Gelan’s voice soothed. “Just make yourself go limp again. If it’s still too much, he’ll stop.”

  “I just want you to try, Danielle.” Wynhod encouraged her. “Try for me, sweetling. You can say sholt at any time and I won’t go any further.”

  Dani shuddered. That word that would make everything stop was on the tip of her tongue, but this was a paying customer. She had to try. She tightened her hands into fists, willing all her tension into them, away from her tormented backside. For a wonder, the worst of the pain ebbed immediately, leaving a slight ache and a heat that almost felt good.

  “Good girl. That’s much better. Are you all right?”

  Did she really hear concern in the fierce Nobek’s voice? Was he actually interested in her comfort?

  “Better,” she said, something inside her basking in that note of care in his tone. The ache had diminished, and warm arousal, much like when she’d accepted Gelan’s smaller member there, had replaced it for the most part. Heaven help her, it actually felt good.

  “I’m okay now. I’m sorry I interrupted you, Nobek Wynhod.”

  His hands caressed her back and ass. “Don’t apologize, Dani. Laxan for the first time can be frightening. I would have warned you what I was going to do, but I thought if you were relaxed and unaware at first, it would go easier.”

  The usually silent Krijero spoke up. “You’re sure you’re all right now?”

  The sensation of being taken in this most profane manner, of flaunting all the Church had said was right and decent, enhanced Dani’s growing passion. With stunned amusement, she realized she was more than all right. She was enjoying this.

  Hand me that forbidden fruit, you poisonous serpent. I’ve never refused a bite before.

  To the Kalquorians she said, “I’m good, thanks. I’m ready to continue.”

  “She is.” Wynhod growled with unconcealed pleasure. “She’s extremely wet right now.”

  “Then let’s leave them to it, Krijero.” Gelan sounded delighted with her, and Dani glowed in his approval.

  She heard them move away, and Wynhod resumed pressing his rigid lengths into her warmth. As he went deeper and deeper, the ache of her anus returned, but as long as she stayed relaxed it wasn’t bad at all. The arousal Dani felt at giving herself up to the Nobek, at allowing the taboo possession and fulfilling his sinful urges increased, transmuting the slight discomfort into heady pleasure. A pleasure that expanded by leaps and bounds and left her gasping with eagerness.

  Laxan felt pretty damned good, in fact. Dani’s body spasmed.

  “Easy,” Wynhod sighed. “Not yet, my little fighter. You’ll take me with you.”

  Dani forced herself to breathe evenly. She tried to ignore how wonderful the alien’s possession felt, tried to concentrate on the nap of the floor covering beneath her. That wasn’t easy when her eyes were practically rolling back in her skull with sensation.

  I never imagined anything like this was possible.

  Wynhod stopped, his groin pressed against her. His fingertips skated over her back, caressing, giving her that sweet illusion he cared for her more than as a temporary playmate.

  “I’m all the way inside you, Dani,” he growled. “You are so tight around me. I have no words to tell you how good you feel. Thank you for giving me the pleasure of your body.”

  Dani wanted to tell him the pleasure was all hers, but she’d lost the ability to spe
ak again. All she could do was warble her agreement.

  Wynhod reversed course, pulling free until only the bullet tips of his cocks remained inside. He set up a gentle, unhurried rhythm, moving in and out of her body with excruciating thoroughness.

  Dani groaned at the myriad of sensations Wynhod’s lovemaking engendered. First and foremost was the enthralling friction of his backdoor invasion. Secondly, the fullness in both orifices was glorious, the pressure against every interior surface pure delight. That pressure bore down on the cluster of nerves in her intimate sleeve, making excitement balloon hugely within. When he circled her clit with wet fingertips, it galvanized her entire body, making her stiffen and strain against her bonds.

  Not being able to move, feeling how helpless she was against the Nobek’s sweet assault, made everything in Dani’s core spiral tight. Her voice thin in a breathless scream, she managed to beg, “Please, please, I need to come.”

  “Not yet,” the implacable Wynhod commanded. “I want you to hold off, Danielle.”

  She wailed a small protest. Her hands clutched the table legs they were strapped to as she fought the climax that built higher and higher. Her body shuddered with the effort of struggling against ecstatic oblivion.

  Wynhod moved a little faster, his thrusts growing stronger in small increments. The increased friction coiled her need ever more taut, the stress fraying her control until Dani hung on by only the thinnest thread. She wasn’t going to make it.

  She sobbed unselfconsciously, tears dripping from her eyes to the floor below. Her entire world was a pinpoint now; concentrated on the burgeoning elation in her lower body and the herculean effort of keeping it contained. Her tenuous grasp on control slipped, and a tiny spasm licked through her belly. The rapture swelled, fighting to break loose.

  Dani’s wail burst from her throat. “Oh, pleeeeese…”