by Iona Strom
The first thing I’m not going to do is breakdown and cry. The males that just used my body as a plaything aren’t worthy of my tears. The second thing, I will not judge myself too harshly. My life depends on pleasing the males that now own me.
Curling tighter, I hold the pieces of myself together. I am a survivor. I will never again allow anyone or anything the pleasure of breaking me.
Chapter 4
I’m barely awake as I’m rolled to my back. I recognize him as the boisterous one as he moves to my feet. Cupping his hands beneath my ass, he drags me to the edge of the cushioned table. My legs are spread and bent at the knees to hang over his heavy forearms. He eyes me like a meal ready to be devoured.
“Such a pretty cunt I cannot wait to fuck,”—I take his cooing as a compliment— “but as the first male to sample your wares, I will taste you first.”
Dipping his head, he lifts me the remaining distance to meet his mouth. I jerk in his hold as the heat of his tongue slithers over my labia, lapping at me as if he’s starving. I don’t pull away or fight—I must remain willing or risk being discarded into the hands of creatures I would just as soon forget.
I close my eyes and breathe deeply of his musk, but his scent doesn’t induce the same sexual excitement as the gorgeous male’s. I try and relax, letting my mind wander far away from what my physical body is about to endure. I picture my favorite beach in SoCal with a peachy sunrise just beginning to peek over—
My eyes pop open in surprise.
His tongue pushes at my slit, a feeling of fullness I’m not prepared for sends a lick of heat through the center of my being. As something hot and wet retreats, then fills me near to bursting, I can’t help but look down my body at what he’s doing.
His eyes are tightly closed. His brow etched in concentration while he tastes me. The only thing touching my intimate flesh is his mouth, so the stretching I feel has to be from his tongue. Despite the unexpected flicker of heat, I’ve never been much for oral sex.
I’ll be the first to admit I’m not sexually whole. Most women orgasm with oral gratification, but my clit has never worked as other women claim. With the few boyfriends I’ve had, faking it has always been a staple in my short relationships.
Looking at the horned male currently devouring my flesh, this unfurling of desire is a surprise. Then again, what’s slobbering between my gaping thighs isn’t a man. Sadly, the explosive orgasms I’ve enjoyed at their hands is more passion than I’ve felt in a lifetime.
With a final slurp, he lays my hips on the table and opens those strange eyes. The once slitted pupils have expanded to circles that nearly engulf all the vibrant green. Solid black, they are fathomless pits that absorb me whole.
I’m hit with a thick cloud of the male’s musk. Cocooned in the alien’s aroma, I fill my lungs with as much of his sexual scent as I can hold, hoping it will charm my flesh into accepting what is about to happen. It soothes me, making me less fearful, more receptive, but not wild with lust like before.
“Now to bury my cock inside that slippery cunt.” He speaks to me, and I get the distinct impression it’s something dirty.
Large hands make quick work of undoing his loose pants. Before I recognize what I’m looking at, he reveals a massive erection. Tapered at the tip, it flares to an impossible width at the base.
“That’s not going to fit,” I say in a panic as he lines himself up with my sex.
Probing at my entrance, the soothing effect of his scent and my acceptance of this situation leaves me in a rush. Panting as he tries pushing what feels more like stone rather than flesh inside me, I force myself to calm. More of his probing, a whimper escapes me just as an aggravated growl rolls out of him, and he disengages with a curse.
I’ve sealed my fate. Curling into myself, I’m doomed to be returned to the marketplace. These males won’t want to keep me if I’m useless to them.
“Why are you not already buried deep in that cunt, Orius?” The shortest of the males joins us to witness my failure.
“The coitus servant’s sheath is too tight.” The boisterous male slashes a hand at me.
The other male laughs in response. “There is no such thing as a cunt too tight. We must have won the treasure of a virgin.”
“I think you are correct. Her taste was pure.”
“A cunt is to be fucked, not eaten.” The shorter one rolls his eyes. “You are a perverse male.”
“You are not one able to make that claim.”
The shorter one laughs at whatever was said before they look me over with renewed interest. The shorter male approaches with caution, a grin playing on his sculpted lips as he holds a hand out to me. I stay curled with my knees hugged tightly to my chest.
“Come to me, little cunt, I will not hurt you.” Lowering the tone of his voice, the shorter male speaks and flexes his fingers. His actions remind me of someone with ill intentions trying to coax a frightened animal out of hiding.
“Do not forget, she is mine to claim first.”
“I am aware,” the shorter male answers without shifting his eyes away from mine. “It would help if you stopped growling. If you want her cunt to weep for you, making her fear you is not the answer.”
Removing a clear cylinder filled with a pearl-colored substance from a pocket inside his pants, he holds it out for me to see.
“If that’s more drugs, you can kiss my ass,” I bark out, but shrink away as he draws closer.
If they rape me while I’m incapacitated, they will surely rip me to pieces. Better if I’m awake to take whatever action necessary for that not to happen.
The lid on the cylinder releases. Making a cup out of his huge hand, the shortest one pours a dollop in the center of his palm. Closing his fist, he squishes the jelly around, coating his fingers. Gesturing toward my lower half, I catch his drift. It’s some kind of alien lubricant.
“Lube or not, that gigantic… thing,”—I wave my hand at the deflating cock hanging between the thighs of the boisterous male— “is not going to fit inside of me. It’s impossible. IM-POSS-I-BLE!” I drag the last word out as if pronouncing each syllable will somehow cross the language barrier.
The shorter of the two glances in the direction my hand was flung, then back at me. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to corral her.”
“I prefer willing couplings.”
“She will be more than willing once we slather some of this on her slit.” I don’t like the glint in the shorter male’s eyes as he begins to circle the table. “Once we get this between her pretty thighs, she will be begging for a legion of hard cocks.”
“You better be right, Agris. I will not force myself on her, servant or not.”
“Cease with the chivalry. Servicing our cocks was what she was purchased for. Stop talking and help me hold her still.”
Listening to their banter, I watch as the two males surround me. I don’t need a translator to know what they’ve planned.
I’m going to be held down while they have their way with me.
Well, fuck that!
I’m not going down without a fight. Fear of being sent back to the marketplace be damned, the sex will be because I allow it, not because I’m forced. If they want a piece of me, they’re going to have to work for it.
Moving into a crouched position, I’m prepared to spring off the table. My weight settled on the balls of my feet, I leap into the air, thinking I’m going to clear the shortest male when I’m caught around the waist and brought back down to the table with a hard thump.
The boisterous one has grabbed me mid-air. Landing hard, I twist and try to roll out of his hold. He’s so strong, I don’t make any headway.
Running around to my flailing feet, the shorter one tries to make a grab for my crotch. I kick at him. Using lightning fast reflexes, he clamps a hand around my ankle, stretches my leg high, then swipes the pearly jelly over my labia.
Warmth blooms and my fight slows. I undulate when the shortest one pushes a finger coated in th
e stuff inside of me. My body loosens as my belly unfurls with a wicked heat.
As my ankle is released, I voluntarily bend my knees so my legs can fall wide apart. Feet planted on the padded table, leaping to get away is the furthest thing from my mind. As the male begins to pump his fat finger, my mind is saturated with desire—the need to orgasm my only, all-consuming concern.
“Much better.” The shorter male smiles with his finger buried inside of me. “She is tight, Orius. We need to prime her before any of us will fit without splitting her in two.”
Rolling my hips, the boisterous one grunts but keeps his hold on me. I’m of no mind to fight when all I want now is to be fucked. I should be shocked at myself, but I’m too overcome with want to give a shit.
A second finger joins the first. The added appendage stretches my needy flesh, making me delirious with want. I’m so close… so close. I just need…
“More,” I pant.
Trying to spread my legs wider, I’m desperate to be out from under the male holding me down. I want to move closer to the male pleasuring me with his hand.
I needn’t have worried. A third finger slides easily inside me. Soaking wet, the male pumps harder. The tacky sound my flesh makes only adds fuel to my fire.
“She is dripping, Orius.” The male pulls his fingers free, and I cry out my complaint. “Your weeping cunt awaits.”
The male holding me shifts his position, and I get a good look at his enormous erection. My earlier fear of what he has to offer is replaced with great hunger.
Beautiful in all its perversity, I reach out and wrap my fingers around his silky rod made of stone. Moving my hand up and down his shaft, I encounter nubs and ridges that run along the length of his cock, a spine of lumps and bumps in the perfect position to knock against my throbbing clit. I should recoil from his grotesque phallus, but I’m eager to know what he will feel like buried deep inside of me.
I bring the tapered head of him to my greedy center.
On a curse, the boisterous one pushes his tip inside. I look down where we’re joined and rock against his solid flesh. More of him disappears between my stretched labia, the nubs bumping along my clit as he feeds himself inside my body.
“I do not want to damage her,” the boisterous one speaks through gritted teeth.
I’d nearly forgotten the shorter one was still with us when he appears at my side. My legs are stretched wide with a rock-hard cock partially stuck inside me, and I don’t even care we have an audience.
He dribbles more of that pearly jelly down my clit. The very second the stuff hits that bundle of nerves, I come undone. Violently arching back, my orgasm rocks me to the core.
Suddenly filled to capacity, my sensitive sheath feels every inch of his mammoth cock. Jostled about, my large breasts sway with the efforts of his pounding. My release was just what he needed to bury his beast of an erection in my tight heat.
The shorter male moves around to where my head is bobbing around on the table. Leaning over me, he latches onto one breast, rolling my nipple beneath a talented tongue. Treating my other breast to the same delicious heat, the scrape of his fangs sends me soaring.
Convulsing around the girth pummeling my greedy flesh brings the boisterous one to orgasm. Burying himself to the root, his cock swells before emptying into me with a fiery splash.
The shorter one leaves my breasts. Moving to the foot of the table, he shoves the boisterous one aside. The loss of his member leaves me with a peculiar emptiness.
Stretching my limbs with a sense of fulfillment, I can’t ever remember feeling this satiated.
A broad palm slathers more of that pearly jelly over my well-used flesh. Already sensitized, a hunger bordering on desperation overcomes me, and I reach between my legs. My slit feels loose as I press three fingers inside myself. Moaning and writhing, I can’t reach that level of fullness I now crave.
A hearty laugh, low and sensual arches my spine. “You want more cock, do you not?”
I have no clue what the shorter one just spouted, but the erection he’s palming has me scooting toward the edge of the table.
“I knew you would. Sluts are always insatiable.”
Fingering myself hard, I grab at his staff, the only thing I know will ease my aching flesh, but he moves it out of my reach. I cry out.
“Stop teasing and fuck me, asshole.” At this point, I don’t care that I’m begging.
“Flip over. I prefer to fuck coitus servants from behind. You are not deserving to look upon my face while I take you.”
Wildly desperate for the solid pole of flesh he’s taunting me with, I slide from the table when he steps away. His cock the lure I would follow anywhere. Feet planted far apart, I palm the edge of the table for support with my fingers still buried and moving inside myself.
Looking at the boisterous one who’s moved to the far side of the room and standing under a spray of what I expect is water, the shorter one’s laughter is vile.
“See, Orius, I told you she would be begging for a legion of cocks.”
The boisterous one looks me over with a lusty eye, his cock jumping at the sight of me trying to bring myself to orgasm. I watch him grow hard under the spray. His sculpted body, wet and gleaming, is a welcome sight to my shameless desire.
I start toward him but am roughly snatched up by the shorter one and all but tossed on the table. I seat myself on the edge, spreading my legs wide for what’s coming at me.
My ass cheeks squeak across the padding as he jerks me to my feet. Flipped over and pushed face-first onto the table, the shorter one mounts me from behind, his blunt tip, hot and wanted, slipping easily inside me. With a hiss, he enters me in a single, violent thrust. The pain of his entrance is quickly swallowed by a wave of euphoric bliss crashing over me.
Moaning out my release, one leg is hoisted up high by the bend of my knee. The tendons between my legs are stretched beyond their capacity, so I plant the flat of my hands on the table to raise my torso. Any discomfort is squashed as shockwaves of pleasure roll through me with every one of his powerful thrusts.
“Oh yeah, fuck me hard,” I mutter my unbridled desire. “Feels so good.”
On tiptoes, I take the male’s brutal hammering with gusto, climaxing so many times, I’ve lost count. The voluptuous curves of my hips and ass cushion the brute force of his fucking like shock absorbers.
Just when I don’t think I can live through another release, the shorter one doesn’t so much as pause his thrusting as he splashes more of that pearly jelly against my raw flesh. The room explodes. A million stars rain down around me as my body sags from the powerful convulsions of an epic release. Helpless to do much more than hang limp as the male finishes inside of me with a massive eruption that leaks from my worn sex, rivulets of ejaculate roll down my leg and drip in loud splashes to puddle on the floor at my feet.
Pulling himself free, I’m hoisted onto the table and positioned on my back. The boisterous one is there waiting for me. Dragging my limp body down to meet his pulsating phallus, exhausted though I am, my hips curl, seeking the hardened flesh jutting from between his heavy thighs.
The male doesn’t leave me to suffer the agony of my emptiness, the tip of his cock brushing and pushing into my well-plundered slit. I groan and gyrate my hips, trying to pull more of him inside.
The shorter one rubs his hands together, a pearly sheen covering his palms as he rubs them over my breasts. My nipples erupt in flames. My back jackknifes off the table while the boisterous one slowly fills me with excruciating ease.
Every nerve in my body is electrified. Jerking and quivering, I feel every inch of the boisterous one’s thick shaft penetrate and retreat, fanning an inferno that will surely consume me.
My nipples tighten in exquisite pain under roaming hands. My sex is carefully massaged from the inside-out as the male between my thighs torments me with his fat cock. I suffer for another climax like a junkie does another hit off a crack pipe, but I need a rougher ride to get me off
quickly. I don’t think I can stand much more of his teasing.
Planting my feet on the table, I aggressively roll my hips in a desperate plea.
A pair of huge hands cups my ass to lift and hold me in place as the rutting begins, the male’s pistoning shaft creating that delicious friction I crave. Erotic sounds of flesh smacking against flesh echoes off the luminous walls. My sex, sloppy from multiple climaxes, I know it won’t be long before I’m soaring in divine ecstasy.
Moaning like the whore I’ve become, I can already feel the building of another explosion, so I give myself over to their capable machinations. Arching and moaning, I’ve found a level of euphoria I never knew possible at the hands of aliens.
Chapter 5
Writhing on the table, drunk on lust, I’m delirious for the attention of the aliens who have left me wanting. The aching need pulsating between my thighs won’t subside from that pearly jelly they slathered on me. My nipples are tender and swollen, but I can’t seem to stop fondling myself. I have no idea how many times they took me, but I would gladly spread my legs if a cock presented itself. I know that’s the jelly doing my thinking for me, but there’s no help for where I’m at.
Now that I’m left on my own, with no male to ease the relentless fire, my attempts to ease myself only add more fuel to an unquenchable desire.
If I could just wash it off my skin—
My head rolls to the side, my eyes searching the smooth, illuminated wall where the boisterous one was showering. At first, I don’t see anything, then I catch sight of a thin, rectangular indentation, an outline of what I hope is a panel to activate a spray of water to wash away this agony.
My movements are sloppy as I roll off the table and onto my feet. On wobbly legs, I try to walk, but like a newborn foal, my knees buckle, and I collapse to the floor. Sprawled out like a broken doll, I fist my hands and resist the urge to rub my clit and pinch at my nipples. Gulping back a lung full of air, I search for calm among the relentless heat of desire.
