by T. J. Quinn
His growl rolled over her back and made her cry out in response while the powerful waves crashed over them again and again, and he poured himself into her.
Incredibly, the tickling sensation was becoming stronger with each time he came buried deep inside her, and she had started to yearn those moments when waves of the most exquisite pleasure surged through her body. She had never felt anything like that, and she was sure she would never feel it again, with any other man.
She finally collapsed, but he held her still, gripping her hard, still buried inside her as if he wanted to stay like that forever.
She knew she did. She wanted to lose herself in the fantasy world he created for her, instead of facing the ugly reality surrounding them.
When the waves finally subsided, he slid out of her and helped her up from the bed.
She moved towards the bathroom, but he stopped her.
“Don’t clean yourself. I want them to smell me in you. I want them to know you’re mine,” he ordered with so much possessiveness in his tone, she was sure it surprised him too.
“Yes, sir.”
They left the room and though she felt a bit self-conscious feeling their combined fluids slowly sliding down her thighs.
The refectory was already filled with people, and after getting a tray with food, Khajal took her to a table, and without waiting to be ordered, she kneeled right next to his chair, like all the other slaves were doing.
Anion and Sullion joined them at the table, with their slaves and though she never raised her head, she could confirm Khajal’s information that Alexandra was Anion’s slave.
He had to have bought her recently since she didn’t remember having seen them together.
She felt sorry for her. The alien was nothing but a slimeball with his permanent greasy smile.
“Ah, Khajal, it’s always a pleasure to have you join us at meals,” he said as he took a seat at the table, without waiting to be invited.
“It’s a pleasure for me too,” Khajal replied in a tone without emotion.
“I have to say your slave looks fairly used,” he said, with a devious grin on his blue lips. “I hope it wasn’t from the comments I made this afternoon. It turned out my slave wasn’t able to convince her into disobeying your orders,” he added, with a nasty tone that assured her he had punished Alexandra for failing him.
Khajal looked at the other man surprised that he had admitted his mistake. It sounded suspicious, and he didn’t have to wait much to confirm he and Anion had bad intentions.
“But my superiors think it’s time to give you another slave.” The words he most feared were finally out.
“Why would they bother to think about me or my needs?” Khajal asked, feeling Savannah sliding closer, as if afraid of being taken away from him.
“Oh, my friend, you have been an immense help to us. We want to make sure you are comfortable here so you will extend your stay with us for a little longer,” he replied, smiling.
“I’m quite pleased with the slave I have. She has learned to satisfy my needs, and I would hate to start all over training a new one,” he said, his tone firm and colder than ever.
“Oh, come on. I’m sure a fully trained slave would do a much better job than the one you currently have,” the other man insisted, probably a bit too much.
Khajal could sense something was going on there, but he had no idea what. He had to play his cards right, or he would end up losing Savannah and exposing her to great danger.
“I’m sure that your idea of a trained slave is quite different from mine, Anion,” he retorted. “But, we’re amongst friends, right? So, why don’t you tell me what’s going on? Why are you insisting on this?”
Anion exchanged a weird look with Sullion before he faced Khajal. “The thing is we are receiving many offers for her. Very generous offers,” he admitted. Although that could be true, Khajal knew there was something else behind that.
“Well, I don’t have any currency, and we don’t get paid for our jobs as warriors, for the humans. I’m sure there must be something I can do for you to cover those offers,” he suggested, trying to look as relaxed, while he was boiling with rage inside.
A greasy smile lit up the alien’s face. “Well, that’s a possibility we hadn't considered,” he said, clearly lying. “A few training sessions with our new warriors would cover any offer we had on her. And you then you can consider her all yours.”
“Of course. And how many sessions do you think would cover her price?” he asked. During the entire conversation, he hadn't turned to look at Savannah, but he could feel her trembling body against his leg, and he was sure she dreaded the idea of being separated from him, as much as he hated it.
“Oh, I’m sure a dozen would be more than enough,” Anion said, demonstrating he had calculated precisely what he wanted from the cyborg.
“Then a dozen it is. We can start tomorrow, and I’ll give two lessons a day if that’s alright with you,” he stated, and the other man nodded, with a pleased smile.
“Yes, that would be perfect.”
The rest of the meal went by with the incessant chatter of Anion and his friend Sullion, to the point Khajal felt he could rip their tongues and feed the dogs with them.
He had fed Savannah, but she had barely eaten anything, and he was sure she had lost her appetite the same way he had.
When the meal was finally over, he helped her up, but before they could walk away, Anion grabbed Savannah by her arm, pulling her closer to him.
“You must be quite something if our friend here is willing to do so much to keep you with him,” he said deviously. “I believe I’ll have to try your skills when he finally gets tired of you. Wouldn’t you like that?” he asked, and the horror on Savannah’s face was enough to answer for those around them.
Khajal pulled her closer to him, forcing the other man to release her from his grip. “She’s still mine, and I don’t like to smell another man’s scent on my property,” he warned the other man, with so much fierceness, that the threat was obvious.
“Yes… of course… my bad.” The alien nodded before he walked away dragging Alexandra with him.
Chapter Fourteen
Savannah watched them leave sighing with relief. She had been so scared during the entire conversation, fearing Khajal would have to give her back to the aliens. She knew she was just a toy for him, that sooner or later, he would get tired of her and would cast her aside. That idea made her feel sick, and her heart dropped in her chest as if it was being crushed by a heavy stone.
She hoped that moment would come when they were away from the colony because she wasn’t sure she could stand being with one of the aliens, allowing them to use her as their sex toy or their lab rat.
Back in their quarters, he dragged her to the bathroom, ordering her to take off her clothes. Once they were under the hot stream of water, he demanded her attention.
“That was a close one. I believe the Taucets have sensed the connection we have and I’m sure they want to use you to get to me,” he whispered, with a stern tone. “I’m sure they would have tortured you to get all the information you have on me, and that’s something we can’t let happen. They won’t confront me directly because they would lose their alliance with the free cyborgs. That doesn’t mean they won’t try to get as much information as they can from you.”
“Yes, sir, I could tell what they were aiming that,” she nodded, as a chill of dread rushed down her spine.
“You’re not to leave these quarters without me under any circumstance,” he commanded.
“What if we’re attacked as you assume?” she asked, a bit startled.
“Even so, it would be better for you to stay here. I’ll come get you as fast as I can. If my conjectures are correct, the humans should attack through the north wall. It’s the least protected. Even though it won’t let them get to the main buildings as fast as they would like, it’s still their best shot,” he explained with a somber tone.
“But
that’s where most of the slaves are kept,” she pointed out.
“I know, but believe me, they couldn’t care less about the human casualties they’ll cause in the process. Nothing stands in their way when it comes to getting what they want. In the end, they will say the slaves were killed by the aliens in retaliation for the attack or something of the sort like they always do,” There was so much loathing in Khajal’s voice, that Savannah was sure he had seen that happening way too many times.
“I’ll do as you say,” she assured him.
“If things get too dangerous here, you go to domes I told you about,” he continued. “I’m sure this will happen sooner than later, and now that I’ll be busy away from here, I want you to be extra careful with all you do.”
“Yes, sir, I understand.”
“Is this the code bar you mentioned the other day?” he asked, while he was drying her body, grazing the tattooed skin on the base of her neck.
“Yes, it is.” She nodded, not bothering to look at it.
She hated the damn thing, so she made a conscious effort not to look at it. She had come to accept the nipple rings, especially when Khajal’s playing with them brought her so much pleasure, but the code bar was a whole different story.
“I want to scan it. Please, close your eyes,” he demanded, making her tilt her head slightly, exposing her neck to him.
His eyes had been designed to scan code bars and 3D code bars so he would be able to see what else was behind that code. He needed to confirm what she had told him about it, and this was the easiest way to do it.
The damn thing was wired to her central nervous system, and he could see how the special ink they had used for it had penetrated far beyond her skin. But he also noticed something else. The bars were starting to fade in the corners. Not enough as to disable the damn thing, but there was some damage to it, making him wonder what was degrading the code. He doubted it was the soap or her own defenses…
He gasped, as a thought crossed his mind.
“Have you ever felt anything out of the ordinary when I come inside you?” he asked her, frowning, not sure what he was thinking was even possible.
She looked at him puzzled. “What do you mean? Everything with you is different, so how would I know what’s out of the ordinary?” she replied, intrigued by his question.
“It shouldn’t be that different…” he said, deepening his frown, allowing her to straighten her head. “We’re conceived to breed as much as possible like humans.”
“Well… you’re bigger and thicker than any other man I’ve met. That, in itself, makes you different.” She paused for a second, not sure she should mention to him the tickling feeling she felt when he came inside her. He could think she was insane, but perhaps that was what he was talking about. “There is something, though… I feel a tickling feeling when you come… it also happened when you came in my mouth,” she admitted. “Your sperm also feels hotter than I recall.”
“Does the feeling last? Or does it fade immediately after I come?” he insisted.
“It lasts a while… sometimes even a couple of hours,” she answered. By now, she was used to the feeling, so she didn’t pay much attention to it.
“Why haven’t you mention this before?” he asked, as she confirmed his suspicions.
“I thought I imagined things. Why is it so important?” she replied, more puzzled by the second.
“My blood and sperm carry nanocybots. They are the ones responsible for healing my wounds and keeping me healthy,” he explained. “We were told they would die out of our bodies, but apparently that’s not what’s happening,” he added.
“You mean I’m infected with your nanocybots?” she asked, startled.
“I wouldn’t call it an infection, but yes, I believe my nanocybots are inside you now,” he confirmed it.
Savannah frowned, not sure how she felt about it, though there wasn’t much she could do about it.
“In fact, I believe they are attacking the code bar on your neck. The edges are starting to fade. I believe they’ve detected the threat it means for your body, and they have started to disintegrate it,” he explained.
“Can’t we hurry the process?” she could still remember the words of the other women about the pain and slow death those codes were able to produce to those that dared to cross the exterior walls of the colony or those forced to do it by the aliens. She didn’t want to go through it.
“I’m not sure,” he stayed in silence for a few moments. “Have you felt the same when I’ve licked you?” he asked as if he had just remembered something.
“Yes… not as strong, but yes.”
“We’re supposed to have the nanocybots in our saliva as well, but I had never been able to confirm it,” he said, making her tilt her head once more, to examine the tattoo. “Let’s try this, shall we?” he suggested before he leaned over and licked the offensive tattoo a few times, making sure to soak it.
The tickling feeling was immediate, and after a few seconds, she felt as if the tattoo was on fire.
“What did you do?” she asked, trying to touch her neck, but he stopped her before she was able to reach it. “It feels as if it was on fire,” she grumbled.
“But it isn’t. Bear it for a few moments. I want to see if they are able to disable the connections to your central nervous system,” he ordered her.
She stood still, though it hurt more and more. “Are you sure that will work? It hurts,” she protested, trembling a bit.
“Can you take the pain?” he asked, with a frown, heaving.
“Yes… I guess…” she replied, clenching her hands hard, to keep them from flying to her neck and wipe his saliva from her skin.
After a few minutes, the pain started to fade, and she could breathe better.
“Is the pain gone?” he asked, attentive to her reactions.
“Yes, it is. Do you think it worked?” she asked, relieved that the pain was gone.
“We’ll see,” he scanned the tattoo once more and was pleased to see the nanocybots had destroyed several other connections. The tattoo was still there, just slightly lighter than it was before. “It’s working. With a bit more time, they’ll be able to destroy it all,” he informed her, with a pleased smile. “We’ll repeat that in a few hours,” he said, leaning over and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
“Do we have to?” she grumbled, against his lips.
“Yes, we have to. I’m the one giving the orders here, slave, remember?” he said. With that he made her turn around and bend over the counter in the bathroom, facing the mirror.
Savannah’s breath quickened, and her pussy quivered in anticipation of his touch.
“Yes, sir,” she muttered, biting her lips to muffle a moan when he slid his fingers down her slit and reached her engorged clit.
She never seemed to have enough of him… a simple caress from his fingers was enough to reignite the fire that burned between them, making her want more and more of him.
He leaned over her back and started a trail of fire with kisses and licks while their eyes were locked through the mirror. He wanted to see the pleasure on her face, and she didn’t disappoint him.
When his trail reached her buttocks, she was breathing hard, and her body was receiving the first waves of pleasure conjured by his touch.
He kissed, licked and bit her big, round buttocks before he went lower and started to relish her wet pussy, tasting the salty juices oozing from her gaping pussy.
Savannah let out a loud moan when he reached her pussy, eager for more, as her hips moved to feel him closer. But he was in no hurry that night, and with his hands, he stilled her while he continued licking, kissing and nibbling her lips and her throbbing clit until the orgasm building inside her exploded and she started sobbing as pleasure washed over her.
Standing behind her, he grasped her hips and thrust his cock deep inside her, going in and out of her faster and deeper each time. Before taking her her with him over it again, on an even great
er orgasm, he dragged her back from the edge, then took her over, flooding her with his seed. Again she felt the tickling sensation, enhancing the pleasure he had given her already.
She was getting addicted to those moments, she knew it. Such erotic satisfaction was almost more addicting than any drug. Each time Khajal took her there, she wished she could make this moment last forever.
He slid out of her and carried her to the bed. “We better keep those nanocybots inside you,” he said, with a mischievous grin on his face. He laid her down in bed and joined her, pulling her against his body, making her cuddle him. “Get some sleep,” he advised her.
She nodded and rested her head on his chest, pleased to have his arms around her. It felt so right, she didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Chapter Fifteen
The following morning, he licked her neck once more, and the code bar faded a little more. Khajal felt reassured he would be able to take her out of the colony without harm to her.
Right after breakfast, Anion came to pick Khajal up and reluctantly, he left her alone on their quarters. His instinct told him the attack was imminent and the last thing he wanted was for her to be alone at that moment, but there wasn’t much he could do about now.
They were in the middle of a training session when it happened.
Alarms started sounding all over the colony, and Khajal looked at Anion, fearing the worse. “What’s going on?” he asked.
“The enemy is attacking us!” The alien shouted as he ran to a cabinet to get guns. Khajal followed him, and he threw him one of the weapons and armor. “You’ll need this. They are accessing the colony through the north walls. Get there as fast as possible.”
Khajal nodded and put the armor on before he left the training area. He could hear the blasts all over the place. As he feared, the humans were attacking with no regards to all the women kept a prisoner on the colony. They had set a goal, and nothing was going to stop them from getting what they wanted.
Running as fast as he could, he tried to get to the area where he had left Savannah, avoiding the chaos and the bombs falling all over the place. He wanted to leave the place before the cyborgs entered the facilities, so he didn’t have much time to lose.
