by Cynthia Sax
She gasped and he sucked on her lip, soothing his bite with the flat of his tongue. Falyn clung to his shoulders as he surged into her mouth, caressed her palette and flicked her tongue. His unique flavor, a combination of exotic seasonings and rugged man, burst in her mouth, and she savored him, treasuring every sip, saving the spices to relive during a future filled with blandness.
Traz slid his tongue along hers and she playfully evaded him, dancing away. He followed, hunting her with purpose, pushing deeper within her mouth and stretching her lips wider. He slapped down on her tongue, punishing her for escaping him. She moaned, his possession exciting her, his dominance moistening her pussy.
Traz buried his fingers in her hair, holding her to him by the long strands, her scalp tingling with his aggression. Falyn rocked against him as he stroked into her, his tongue mimicking what she wanted his cock to do. He focused on her mouth, exploring, conquering, demanding, and he neglected her pussy. She ground against him in frustration, needing more.
“Enough.” He slapped her ass, the sting radiating out from the point of impact.
“Traz,” she pleaded, moving on him with an increased urgency.
“I said enough.” Traz cuffed her skin harder and she stilled, hearing the anger in his voice. “I have to see to the ship.” He pushed her off him and she blinked, confused by his sudden change in behavior. “When I return, I want you ass-up on the bed, your eyes closed.” He opened another panel, a collection of black clothes displayed inside.
“But—”
“No buts.” He tugged a black shirt over his head, mussing his hair. “You gave me a task to do, remember?”
“Ahhh…” Her mind went blank, short-circuited by his contradictory signals.
Traz yanked up a pair of black pants and tucked in his hard cock. “To give you memories.” He stuck his feet into the same kind of sturdy boots the Federation guards wore and they fastened instantly. “If you want those memories to be good memories, get on the fuckin’ bed, Falyn,” he growled, his tone menacing.
Rushing to comply, Falyn crawled on the bed and lowered her shoulders, sticking her ass in the air. Her arms and legs shook with anticipation.
“Good girl.” He slapped her ass and the impact swayed her body. Footsteps rang on the tile, a wave of cool air swept over her bare skin and the room quieted, Falyn’s breathing the only sound breaking the silence.
Chapter Five
Falyn waited, her eyes closed, anticipation building with every passing breath. What will he do to me? She wiggled her ass, Traz’s handprints burned into her skin. Speculation rolled through her overactive brain, each thought wilder than the last.
Compressed air hissed, warning Falyn she was no longer alone, and she stiffened, hearing, touch and smell heightened in the self-imposed darkness. She yearned to look and dared not to, fearing his disappointment.
“There she is,” Traz declared proudly. “As I promised.”
Who is he talking to? Falyn trembled, her naked ass raised in the air and her thighs parted, revealing her wet pussy, every hole exposed to her unseen audience.
“She’s a prime piece.” Traz’s callused hand cupped her ass. “And I own her. She’s all mine and I can do anything I want with her.” He squeezed her curves. “I can give her to anyone I deem worthy.”
Fingertips dipped into her wetness and Falyn clenched down, closing her inner walls around him. “Feel how tight she is.”
He spread her open and more fingers slid into her pussy, stretching her. Who is stretching me? Traz? Or someone else? A stranger? She counted fingertips and stopped at twelve, realization washing over her. Someone else is inside me. A stranger is touching me. Her nipples tightened.
The other man pumped her, his fingers buried knuckles-deep inside her body, and wetness gushed from her pussy. Who is Traz sharing me with? One of his crew? A visiting captain? Images of men, bearded men, young men, dignified men in uniforms, men as gruff and tough as Traz, filled Falyn’s mind. Whose fingers are in my pussy?
“You like that, don’t you, slave?” Traz murmured. Hands roved over her spine and fingers plunged into her pussy, her body explored by multiple men. “You’re my hot little pain slut, ready to be used anyway I want, by whomever I decide.”
Fabric rustled and Falyn tensed, powerless to resist her ravishment even if she wanted to, trusting Traz with her body, her heart and her life.
“Taste her,” Traz ordered, his tone one might use with a subordinate. He’s giving me to his crew. Falyn trembled with excitement.
A tongue swiped from ass to clit and she cried out, the contact exquisite. The man slurped and sucked, gorging on her, his nose pressing into her folds and his tongue reaching deep inside her, leaving no flesh unexplored.
Rough hands pulled on her ass cheeks, the brutish treatment fueling her desire. “Eat out her delicate pink ass.”
A tongue slid up her body, leaving a trail of wetness and heat. Her puckered hole was nibbled, licked and invaded, the stranger’s tongue pushing into her channel.
Another set of lips fastened over her pussy and sucked, drawing more juice. Falyn squirmed under the two-holed assault, her eyes remaining obediently closed, the darkness heightening the sensations. The pussy-licking stranger nipped her clit, the pain sharp and unexpected and stimulating.
She moaned into the bed and clutched the cover in her fingers, struggling not to come as tongues delved into her ass and pussy. Stubble abraded her thighs, sending tremors through her body. Teeth grazed her rim, tormenting her sensitive flesh.
“Come for me, slave.” A heavy hand landed on her ass and she cried out, her release shaking her, moisture pulsing from her pussy. A man greedily drank from her, cleaning her, caressing her inner walls with a ruthless thoroughness.
“She’s ripe and ready for fucking,” Traz announced. Fingers tapped her juicy folds. “You can fuck this hot little pussy first.”
First? Falyn whimpered as flesh butted against her entrance. The man, Traz’s accomplice, pushed in, his cock head smaller than Traz’s, yet large enough to satisfy her. He paused, his tip inside her, and she swallowed a scream of frustration, needing more, needing him deeper.
“Look at that pussy,” Traz crowed. “So pretty and pink around your monster cock, but don’t stop. She can take you and she will take you.” He gave her ass a sharp slap. “Because her body is mine.”
The man’s slide was aggravatingly slow, his cock head splitting her apart, and Falyn shifted, welcoming him into her fully, allowing a complete stranger to drive his cock deep into her pussy. He could be anyone. She quivered, desire building once more. I could see him tomorrow and not know he’d been inside me.
“Up on your hands, slave, and open that plush mouth for me.” The bed dipped and a hard thigh brushed her arm.
Falyn pushed her torso off the bed and parted her lips. She waited as if she was a trained pet waiting for her master’s treat, salivating with desire, longing to be filled. Another cock head brushed her lips, kissing her skin with pre-cum. She breathed in and relaxed a smidgen, recognizing Traz’s unique scent.
He thrust without warning into her mouth, his force taking her by surprise, and she gagged, her lips closing around his shaft.
“She’s an eager little cocksucker.” Hands, she didn’t know whose, twisted in her hair and yanked her head back, adjusting the angle of her mouth.
“Use that pussy hard,” Traz advised. “While I fuck this beautiful mouth.”
The stranger folded his fingers over her hips, his grasp oddly familiar, and he pulled out, Traz exiting her mouth as the same time.
As one, they rammed into her, Traz taking her mouth, the nameless stranger pounding her pussy. Falyn shuddered, her body compressed between two horny males, restrained by muscle, warm skin and hard cock.
They rode her relentlessly, not allowing her a moment to react, to think. The men used her body, not her future-bender brain, their ruthless ravishment one of Falyn’s fantasies come true. The bed shook with the
force of their thrusts. Traz grunted, the other man remained unnervingly silent and Falyn dug her fingernails into the cover, her body a willing receptacle for their lust.
“Fuck, she feels good.” Traz groaned, his grip on her hair tightening, his hips smacking against her cheeks. “Best acquisition I ever made. This mouth, this pussy…”
The stranger drove into her with a bone-shaking ferocity, each thrust flattening her pussy lips against his base, her flesh humming with impact. Passion coiled tighter and tighter around Falyn until she struggled to breathe.
“Look at me, Falyn,” Traz demanded.
She opened her eyes, blinked at the brightness and met Traz’s gaze. The brown of his human eye had darkened to black, his robotic eye gleamed with a mechanical coolness and his lips drew back, revealing straight white teeth, his grin feral.
“You belong to me.” He forged forward, driving his cock into her mouth, her pussy abused as forcefully by his friend. “When I come, you come.”
She nodded as best she could, his shaft smothering her reply, and she squeezed her inner muscles, holding back her rapidly approaching orgasm. The stranger tilted his thrusts upward, rubbing against her clit. She moaned, taking Traz deeper into her mouth, pulling on him harshly.
Please let me come, Falyn silently begged, her body twisting in anguish, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“That’s it,” Traz coaxed, pulling her mouth down on him, his balls pressed against her chin. “Suck me. Suck me now.”
She sucked on him with feverish desperation, needing to please him. Her cheeks indented around his shaft, her lips throbbed and her throat ached.
“Fuck!” Traz bellowed and jerked forward. His hot cum filled her mouth, soothing her soreness.
“Traz!” Falyn screamed, the sound muffled by his cock, and his essence spilled onto her lips, dripped down her face. She convulsed, swept into her release, her spine rounding as she fought to displace the stranger riding her. He followed the undulations of her body, resisted the clenching and unclenching of her pussy, refusing to come.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot, Falyn.” Traz rocked against her, mumbling dirty compliments, and Falyn focused on the man she could please, the man she had pleased. She tugged on his softening shaft, her mouth moving soundlessly, her mind dazed with the aftermath of ecstasy.
The stranger withdrew without a word, his cock remaining hard, the moist pop loud in the silent room. Falyn shivered, missing his warmth and feeling his disappointment.
“Your friend didn’t come.” She gazed up at Traz, blinking back tears of regret. “I failed you,” she confessed with a whisper.
“You didn’t fail me. You could never fail me.” Traz wiped the cum off her chin with his thumb. “I didn’t instruct your android to come.”
My android. Her cheeks heated. John was the other man.
Traz chuckled, shaking his head. “You didn’t know.” He lay back on the bed. “Come here, crazy woman.” He pulled her over his body, his form reassuringly solid. “I could have given you to anyone and you wouldn’t have fought me on my decision.”
“Why would I fight you?” Falyn frowned, confused. “I trust you.”
His arms constricted around her. “You shouldn’t trust me, Falyn.” He nuzzled his stubble-covered chin into her hair. “You shouldn’t trust anyone this much.”
“You’re not anyone.” She rested her ear on his rolling chest and listened to his heart beat, savoring the rare human connection.
John stood with his arms crossed and his back against the wall, his mismatched eyes cold and watchful, not a drop of perspiration on his artificial skin.
My stranger. Falyn smiled and closed her eyes, snuggled safely in the arms of her human love, guarded by his android twin.
* * * * *
“Wear these.” Traz dropped a pair of Sabria’s boots with a thunk on the floor before Falyn.
“Boots!” Falyn touched the ugly black military footwear, her transparent face lit with wonder. “I’m to wear boots.”
“Let me guess,” he drawled, his anger under tight rein. “You’ve never had boots before either.” Federation bastards.
“There was no need for footwear within my chambers.” She slipped her delicate white feet into the hideously masculine boots and Traz wanted to howl, the sight obscene. “Oh, they’re perfect.” The boots tightened around her tiny ankles and she smiled at him as though he’d given her a precious gift, as though he’d given her freedom.
I can’t free her. Traz clenched his jaw, the rage overflowing inside him. “Come,” he snapped, his command more curt than he’d intended. He held out his hand, his big, coarse, undeserving hand.
Falyn bounced off the bed and smoothed down his shirt, the large garment hanging off her frail shoulders, the hem reaching her knees. Sabria’s smaller clothes filled her chamber’s wardrobe, but Traz liked that Falyn wore his shirt and his scent. He liked it too damn much.
As Falyn slid her palm into his, taking his hand without hesitation, Traz ground his teeth, further aggravated by her blind trust in him. “You wouldn’t survive one moment on your own.”
Her serene smile wavered for a heartbeat and guilt swept over Traz. “I’ll never be on my own,” she shared with the certainty of a prisoner who’d been beaten one too many times.
“If I escaped Gehenna 5, you can escape a Balazoid fighter ship.” Or I can rescue her. Traz pushed that insane idea out of his mind.
“I can escape.” Her violet eyes sparkled. “And meet up with you on a planet with two suns and rings of every color surrounding it. Is there such a planet, do you think?”
“I know there is,” Traz grumbled, cursing himself for giving her hope. “John, follow us.” He glared at the android and his cock twitched to life, brushing against the rough fabric of his pants, the memory of watching his brutish clone fuck Falyn senseless hotter than the two suns his woman talked about.
My woman. He pulled her forward and she went with him willingly, traipsing beside him as though she didn’t have two remaining days of freedom left. Two days. Last night, he had watched the stars with her, listening as she babbled about people she’d only met in her mind, and he’d caught himself thinking about her being his forever.
“I’m trading you for my sister,” he announced, his words echoing in the empty corridor.
Falyn’s long white hair swished against her borrowed shirt as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze. “I know.”
“And I’m not rescuing you,” Traz added, wanting her to be clear on that point also.
She blinked, her eyelashes as white as her hair. “I know that too.” Her lips curled into a secretive smile. “I plan to escape.” She skipped a little, her heels clunking on the wire mesh. “It’ll be easier now that I have boots. They’re pretty, aren’t they?”
“No,” he groused. “They’re hideous.”
She laughed, her happiness sweeping over him, and she hugged his arm, her breasts brushing against him, the casual contact driving him absolutely crazy.
The doors to the bridge slid open and her laughter stopped. “Oh, Traz.” Falyn walked straight to the main viewscreen. “It is no wonder you think my boots are hideous. You look at this all day.” She twirled, her arms extended as though to catch the stars, her hair swinging and her shirt riding up, exposing more white leg.
I could look at her all day. Traz watched her as she spun faster and faster. Her toe caught on a ridge in the floor and she pitched forward. He rushed toward her and caught her before she hit the floor. “You should be more careful.” He scooped her into his arms, her form sleek and supple, fragile yet strong.
“I’m always careful.” Her lip curled into an adorable pout. “I’m a future-bender, a priceless possession, coveted by all. Take me, trade me, guard me forever.” She threw her arms back dramatically.
Traz chuckled. “You’re a fool.” He stalked to the captain’s chair and sat down, her ass pressing against his hard cock. “My fool.”
“For now,” F
alyn quipped and a rebuke sprang to his lips. “And I will be again when I escape.” She glanced down at the empty tablet, her collar having been disposed of in deep space, the tracking signal blocked. “Show me how this works. I need to know all I can about Balazoid assassins and their ships.”
Falyn escaping a Balazoid assassin on her own. “No, Falyn.” Traz shook his head. “It’s too dangerous. He’ll kill you.”
“He won’t kill me.” She scanned through the sleeves of information, her speed of comprehensive machine-like, her focus intense. “A dead future-bender has no value.”
“He’ll hurt you.” Traz touched the scars on her skin, wishing to kill the monster who had dared to fasten a collar against her slender neck.
“He’ll likely hurt me.” Falyn smiled as though her being hurt was nothing, and Traz growled softly, unable to accept that scenario. “And fuck me if this research is at all accurate. Balazoids are insatiable, needing sexual release multiple times a day.”
“He won’t touch you.” Traz bit off each word, rage and frustration and jealousy churning in a volatile mix inside him. “Falyn.” He turned her face to him. “You’re mine. I won’t let him touch you.”
Falyn tilted her head, studying him with wide eyes. “You’re trading me for your sister, remember?” She softened her voice and slowed her speech as though she spoke to a young child. Traz felt as if he was a child, selfishly clinging to a reward he didn’t deserve.
“You have to,” she continued. “Yes, your sister is destined to love the Balazoid. I know that here.” Falyn placed his palm over her heart, the heel of his hand resting on the curve of her breast. “And here.” She tapped her forehead with her fingertips. “But the files say he’s incapable of loving her back, and if we allow her to fall in love with him, he’ll do more than hurt her physically. He’ll break her heart.”
“That’s unacceptable. I won’t allow anyone to hurt her, Falyn. She’s my sister.” Traz licked his dry lips, irked by the no-win situation.
