by Debby Drake
ALPHA IN CHAINS
Book 1: Cuffed by The Queen
by Debby Drake
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Cuffed by the Queen
Chapter 1.
Daylight streamed through the barred window and landed on Rick’s face. The once brash captain groaned and blinked a few times, involuntarily yawning. He stood in the middle of his tiny cell and stretched. He wondered to himself how many days it had been since he was taken captive and just shook his head. It didn’t matter now. The only thing that mattered was making certain he followed certain rules his captors had in place, otherwise he was surely be exterminated like so many of his male colleagues.
Before he had a chance to think too long on the subject he heard the distinct clinking sound against the door to his cell. It was time for the morning feeding. He was at least glad his captors had taken his basic needs into consideration, and he wasn’t left to starve to death. He hung his head and walked to the door. The guard opened the door and he was left to admire her long leather-clad legs and icy smile. She held a long stick in her hands, that Rick had felt the electrified brunt of too many times in the past to dismiss. Once he tried to escape and was left for days after his escape attempt without food or water. He had also witness many of his friends either shot or electrocuted as well for their futile attempt for freedom.
The woman in front of him licked her lips and reached for his hands. He willingly gave her his wrists and he bit his bottom lip in frustration as she tightened the restraints, almost cutting off his circulation. She then arched her eyebrows at him and quickly bit the bottom of his earlobe after she hotly whispered, “You better eat up… I feel particularly energetic today.”
She led him to the courtyard where he witnessed his entire POW group sitting at various tables. They all looked to be in the same disheveled state he was currently in. He was seated at a table when a high-ranking officer came and sat in front of him. The “frenzy” as he had heard it coined by some of the guards, happened every morning, when the men were all gathered for breakfast. The officer took a spoon and stirred it in a substance akin to what he would have called oatmeal on Earth. His stomach churned as he was suddenly homesick and he could do nothing but open his mouth and accept the spoonful of nourishment. The woman in front of him threw her head back and giggled. “That’s right. You can’t control what you desire can you? That’s a good boy…now open wide…I think I’ll do the same.”
For the second spoonful, she dangled it so that he would have to stretch his neck to reach it. He was completely helpless to use his hands in the process, as his restraints left him no grasping abilities. While she teased him with breakfast, one of her hands had already made its way down her bosom and her fingers began to dance along her nipples. She pulled and flicked as John reached further for the spoon and she moaned in delight as he finally took a lick.
While he along with his peers struggled for their daily sustenance, Rick watched as the imperial guards made their way into the square. They were among the elite soldiers in the army and were physically as capable as any man. They were in the process of watching the prisoners to determine which ones they would pick for some private time after their meals. Since being held captive on this planet, Rick Hernandez had observed some very peculiar behaviors and hadn’t settled into complacency like some of his fellow soldiers. Captain Rick still held hope that they could eventually escape. He certainly wouldn’t be broken, he was tough as nails and had every intention of either escaping or he would die trying. He noticed one of the top brass eyeing him as the guard seated in front of him moaned in pleasure. She was tall with jet black hair which hung low on her back. Dressed in her full regulation uniform, she cut an impressive figure. She held an air of intimidation and commanded an air of respect that even her colleagues seemed to recognize as they gave her space as she parted the crowd of officers and guards. She walked up to where Rick was still sitting shackled and taking her boot, arched her leg, and quickly pushed the guard away from the table. The guard only stood up, saluted the woman, and then walked away slowly, her head hung low. The woman’s glowing green eyes drilled into Rick’s as she stood speechless for what seemed like an eternity. Rick swallowed a lump that formed in his throat and she only said, “State your name.”
“Who wants to know?”
The woman remained silent and Rick heard the sound of the slap connect with his mouth before he felt the pain from the blow and tasted the blood pool around his tongue. “I don’t take kindly to insolence. Again… state your name.”
Rick narrowed his eyes and thought about spitting the blood oozing from his cheek in her direction, but decided to bide his time. “Hernandez, R.”
“You’re coming with me now Hernandez.”
She forced Rick into a standing position and he groaned at the weight of his own body. In captivity, his muscles had become weak despite his attempts to exercise in his cell whenever possible. He was determined though; he would escape using not only his strength but his wits. Growing up the son of a lawman in Texas, he learned from an early age to keep his composure under pressure. That’s why some of the men in his unit hadn’t made it through the initial raids. When his party had crash landed on the planet, warrior alien clans of female soldiers were the last thing the men had expected. Even some of the most seasoned veterans of the USSA were caught off guard by their ferocity. After being roused from his seated position the leader held a baton to the man’s back and roughly whispered, “Walk. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
They travelled out of the courtyard and into the soldier’s barracks. The two female guards standing by the locked doors, silently nodded at Rick’s captor, and then smirked at one another before pressing a button and opening up the doors. Rick shuffled along until he was led to a private room. The officer opened the door and quickly shut it behind her, securing the latch. Rick always felt a feeling of dread upon hearing the lock click back into place. He had tried several times before to distract the officers before they could lock him in place, but they always seemed to remember it. It must have been part of their training for the military. Looking around the room, he noticed it was sparsely furnished save for a few pieces of artwork on the walls. It appeared this woman was a neat person by nature. He had been in an officer’s quarters previously and it was haphazardly organized, with little attention to clean line or the positioning of furniture. It appeared that even though the military was stringent, there were no clear-cut rules on personal space.
Before he could make any further judgments on the woman’s personality her voice was sharp as she commanded him to sit. He didn’t know if he had permission to sit on the edge of the bed so he settled into a desk chair that was positioned near the front of the room. She towered over him and despite his current predicament he couldn’t help but appreciate her beauty. Her long black hair fell almost at her hips and in the soft light of the room she appeared to be almost exotic. Her eyes darkened though and quickly his mood became downtrodden once more. He knew what was coming. She, like most of her counterparts, only knew aggression and dominance, he thought for a fleeting moment that he had discovered some type of paradise when he was first captured, but the hardships of being imprisoned quickly made sex a chore as opposed to a passion. She looked down at him, his wrists still cuffed behind his back and only said, “Hernandez… you’re getting a little scruffy. This just
won’t do now will it?”
She walked down a narrow hallway into her private bathroom and returned with a razor and some shaving cream. Rick saw the straight razor and made an effort to sit up straighter in his chair. His first impulse was to try to lift both himself and the chair with this thighs and make a run for the door, but the solider placed a finger to his lips and leaned over whispering, “I’m not going to hurt you. I selected you for a far different reason. Now I need you to trust me and relax.”
He then relaxed in the chair choosing to trust her soft words and he fought the impulse to wince as she smeared the shaving crème against his cheeks and on his chin. He found it oddly cooling and comforting. Since being captured by the alien army it was rare he felt a touch that was comforting. She cooed in his ear, “Yes... you’re doing well, Hernandez. My word, underneath all of that hair is a strikingly handsome man after all.”
As she finished shaving one side of his face, she straddled his lap and put her center directly on his cock. She then carefully proceeded to finish up. Rick closed his eyes and heard the razor scraping against his skin, sending goosebumps along his arms. He couldn’t help but feel himself harden as the soldier gently rocked her hips against him for more contact. She took her time toweling him off and leaned over once more, slightly nipping his neck after saying, “Well handsome… show me how you express your gratitude and maybe if you’re good… I’ll have another treat for you.”
She then locked eyes with Rick and for a brief second he saw something otherworld and perhaps even kind in them. She parted his lips with her tongue and put both of her hands on the side of his face, pulling him into a kiss. He was shocked at the act. Most of the officers and guards he had encounters with never took this step. There was something different and almost mystical about this strikingly beautiful woman. She then grabbed him roughly around his collar and said, “You seemed impressive but I think it’s time you show me what you can do.”
Chapter 2.
The alien queen looked around her quarters in disgust. She had built an empire yet knew that it was an empty victory. Taking over a planet wasn’t easy, but she had managed to grow her army from a few weak-minded women into a fierce legion of warriors. For what end though? The planet proved to be suitable for their species, and even with the dust bowls and the occasional earthquakes, there was nothing to stop their society from flourishing. When the humans landed though, she knew that they were a formidable threat. They at first promised a treaty of peace and wanted to live alongside their race. She knew though, their words were nothing but such. After nearly destroying their home planet with senseless wars and a virtual raping of the planet’s resources, she understood their species hadn’t evolved past the point of greed and intolerance. After all, they were still mostly feral creatures focused on monetary gains from their conquests and not the evolution of their society. Queen Aristellia looked at her watch and frowned. It was almost noon, and Yoshiri had promised she would return in time to not only go over the reports from the city council with her, but they also had scheduled a picnic at the Bernahaven Ravine. She should have been angry at her lover for such a grievous error, but at the same time, the woman was very dear to her soul. One look from her could melt her heart even on the coldest day. Taking a few moments for herself, Aristellia went into her chambers and laid back against the soft pillows and silken sheets. She sighed thinking about her chosen one. Recalling her plump lips and soft touch, she closed her eyes and drifted off to nap with a smile on her face.
Rick felt the officer’s weight on him and closed his eyes. He didn’t know why, but looking into the woman’s glowing green eyes, this duties didn’t feel as much of a chore. She rocked her hips against him and looked at him hungrily. Rick trust his hips against her and she licked her lips, arching her back and applying more pressure against the spot that ached for him. “Hernandez. Stand up.” He did as instructed and the officer deftly unbuttoned his prison shirt, revealing a tight white tank top underneath. She paused a moment taking in his physique and running her eyes over his broad shoulders and smooth, chiseled abs. “You’re looking good, Hernandez. That’s something to be proud of in a place like this.” She smiled at him wryly and he dared to smile back at her. She was different from any other woman he had encountered there. “I do have some strict orders to bring to you the palace to work from this point on… trust me it is a far better life than being in the prison camps, so congratulations. First though, I think we should celebrate by having some fun, what do you say?”
The man nodded and was given specific instructions to lie down on her bed. He complied with the officer’s wishes and stretched his hard body back on the bund, letting his head rest on the pillow with his cuffed hands held overtop his head. She put her finger to her lips and looked into his dark brown eyes, which were filled with both fear and excitement. He knew he was in a precarious position, but he couldn’t help but feel a strong desire for the woman. She smiled coyly at him. She definitely knew her own beauty. Yoshiri silently began slowly unzipping her tight leather uniform top and Rick’s ears perked up at the sound of the zipper sliding against itself, unveiling her ample bosom to him. She let the fabric fall to the floor and took a few steps closer to the bed, “Do you like what you see, Hernandez?”
He nodded his head in response and she repeated the same action with her pants, revealing nothing underneath the slick, tight fabric, but a thin tuft of hair which covered her mound. He salivated involuntarily and seeming to sense his desire, and possible need for nourishment, She grabbed a bottle of water from the desk and bent over him. “Open up.” He opened his mouth and she carefully poured some water into his mouth, he swallowed eagerly, truly grateful for her kindness. “I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’m a bit different than most of the officers you’ve been with. My name is Yoshiri and you may address me as such, but only in private and in these situations. Do you understand?”
“Yes Yoshiri.”
“Good. Now what else can I do for you, Hernandez?”
He didn’t speak. He felt as if he were in some type of dream. Maybe he did die of dehydration and didn’t know it. He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, just to make certain he was awake. He indeed felt the sensation. “Yoshiri?”
“Yes, Hernandez?”
“I don’t understand what you’re getting out of this.”
“You don’t have to Hernandez. Now shut up.”
Yoshiri wasted no time in quickly positioning herself at Rick’s feet. She then quickly unsnapped the button of his jeans and pulled them to his ankles. In researching Earth’s culture after assimilating the men, they discovered that the particular fashion had done quite well at displaying some of the male specimen’s finest attributes. It was then decreed that all males prisoners were required to wear them. The cool air felt soothing somehow to Rick’s skin and he suddenly became quite aware of the heat growing between them in the room.
Chapter 3.
“You’ve behaved yourself rather nicely for me and I appreciate that.” Yoshiri cooed in Rick’s ear. “Now I need to realize what’s going to happen next is almost a forbidden act in our world. If you ever speak of it, I will find you and kill you. Slowly. Do you understand this?”
“Yes, Yoshiri.”
“Good then we can begin.”
Still virtually helpless to their positioning, Rick closed his eyes and felt her hands on his hips. Before he knew it, her tongue was tracing light patterns on his shaft. She then delicately placed her lips on his cock, which had already grown to a hardened state. His eyes rolled back in his head as he swallowed a lump in his throat while gasping audibly. This was the first time he could recall actually being pleasured while on the planet’s surface. Heat rose to his face and he bit his lip to keep quiet while Yoshiri, worked to alternately pump and jerk his rigid member while sucking him into her mouth , softly at first, then deeper and faster, her motions fast then slow, a terrible pleasure that he couldn’t get enough of. He allowed her to explore hi
s body from bottom to top then back again. He couldn’t help himself though… he couldn’t just allow her to go untouched. He sat up suddenly and reached for her with his cuffed wrists and she quickly sat up avoiding the contact. “I’m sure this won’t make sense to you, but I am honor bound to Queen Aristellia. This is my gift to you Hernandez. It’s your reward for being a model prisoner. We hope you show the same loyalty to us in the palace as well.”
With that Yoshiri pushed Rick back down on the bed and pushed one of her breasts against his face roughly. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked, then swirled his tongue against it expertly bringing it to a pull peak. He involuntarily attempted to free his hands once more to feel more of her exposed flesh, but was forced back down again. She then let her own hands wander down her body until she dipped into herself and began to moan and writhe. As she picked up her pace, Rick felt himself becoming engorged once more. Despite her best attempts of remaining silent, seeing Rick’s cock ready for her to begin her ministrations once again sent her over the edge. Stilling panting, she then dove into his hardness with her mouth once more, sucking him off in record time before they both lay spent. Yoshiro’s long hair splayed against his chest and together they rested in a state of comfortable bliss.
They both awoke to the chirping of Yoshiro’s radio. The seemingly controlled woman suddenly looked panicked and Rick thought for a fleeting second if this was the time to attempt and escape. As she immediately reached for the radio he thought against it. She was still somewhat on guard and he definitely didn’t have the energy at the moment to fend off any attackers. That would have to wait until he was at the palace, where supposedly life was easier than in the prison camp. Yoshiri picked up the radio and responded. “Bravo one. All is good.”
“Do you realize you’re late for your meeting with the Queen? “
