Sold to the Alien Outlaws

by Cain, Corin

  Will I feel anything, if the next blast hits us?

  I don’t have to wait to find out. We’re flying over the city now, and from one of the towering high-rise buildings comes a squad of attack ships. They power after us like hounds after a rabbit, and as they speed closer, they blast us with a volley of Orb-Fire before Raka can react.

  The rapid-fire shreds our remaining shield reserves and I gasp as the number plummets lower and lower. A blast hits the armor, and the front glass of the Reaver flexes and cracks.

  “Sealant, deploy!” Raka commands the ship’s AI, and it extends a robotic arm that sprays clear sealant across the cracked window.

  It’s no use, though. Our Reaver is badly damaged. We plummet ever downwards as blinking lights turn the interior of the ship a flashing red. We’re screaming down at a sheer angle, like a stone falling from the sky. I remember when Kendrick terrified me with that near miss, and realize we’re traveling downward even faster than he was.

  This time, there’s no way to be able to pull up in time.

  A scream leaves my mouth, and Leon and Raekon turn, ignoring their gunnery stations. The two Aurelians reach forward and grip my arms. I know that the ground is looming up beneath us impossibly fast, but instead of staring at the blur of movement outside I fix my eyes on the two Aurelians.

  They smile at me, and I can feel the adoration coming from the two Aurelian warriors.

  “Lezena,” they murmur as one. The fear remains, but I feel a sudden, bizarre calmness wash over me even as death approaches from below.

  Smoke is spilling out from our ship. The AI is showing the crippling damage to our shields and engines. As I look up, staring out the window behind Raka, I can’t look away.

  The hard ground is coming at us faster and faster, ready to swallows us up, and…

  …suddenly, I disappear from reality.

  I’m gone. My body is left behind as my soul is pulled away into the void.

  …and then, with a sickening jolt, my body suddenly follows me, and I blink back into existence somewhere completely new and different.

  We’re in the deep blackness of space – tens of thousands of miles away from the looming ground of Territus.

  “Orb-Drive online,” Raka confirms cheerfully, checking the controls. I look down and my cheeks burn with humiliation. I realize I’ve pissed myself. The virginal white of the wedding dress isn’t so white anymore.

  “It’s natural,” I hear Raekon’s soothing voice, and I see that every muscle in his body is impossibly tense. As I watch, he spits out a chunk of tooth. In the terrifying shift from one point in reality to another, the warrior ground his teeth so hard he broke off a chunk of his front tooth, a tiny little shard that will remain in its absence to mark this moment.

  “I-I’m alive…” The words leave my mouth slowly, and it’s as if I’m not even understanding them; despite speaking them with my own voice.

  In fact, it takes a few more seconds before I even realize what happened. The Orb-Drive of this Reaver was charged back to operational strength at the last possible second, and a heartbeat before we were crushed into metal splinters on the hard ground of Territus, the Orb-Drive plucked us from reality and spat us out somewhere completely different.

  Who knows where we are, or what condition this Reaver is in… but I’m alive.

  Alive, and in the darkness of space.

  The AI flickers back to lift, and shows the shield meter creeping back to twelve percent. I breath out a huge sigh of relief.

  I’m alive! I’m alive! I’m alive!

  “Oh, Gods,” I mutter, marveling at the sound of my own voice. “I need to get cleaned up.”

  It’s such a strange feeling. I’m not even embarrassed that I pissed my pants – it was a perfectly natural response to thinking you were about to be flatted like a pancake on the ground of some alien world. It just feels weird to even be alive; and I’m almost drunk on the thought of being able to do something as normal and average as use the washroom.

  Leon lets go of my hand. Where Kendrick’s touch was harsh and cruel, Leon’s is warm and comforting. He points me to the back of the ship.

  The Reaver is an attack ship that’s barely big enough for the four of us, but it has interstellar flight capabilities and even a large storage hold. It’s made for long voyages, and therefore as I walk to the back of the ship, I find a small kitchenette there. It’s not made for cooking, but the processor will serve dehydrated meals.

  The shimmering, blue-black Orb that powers this ship is held under the cockpit, and it will power a vessel this size for eternity. As I step down towards the rear of the vessel, I realize that we could probably live on this very small ship – albeit in cramped, miserable confinement – for years if we needed to.

  As the end of the corridor, a door hisses open to reveal the bathroom. It’s small by Aurelian standards, but for a human, it’s huge and luxurious. There’s a large toilet and a stand-up shower, and while the likes of Raka or Raekon might need to squeeze in to use it, I can practically extend my arms from one wall to the other.

  I don’t even take off my clothes. I get into the shower and water blasts out, hot and cleansing. All of the darkness of the day’s events washes off me in the comforting waters of the shower.

  Now that I’m alive, the constant danger I’ve felt ever since the raid at the Aquamarine hotel feels like a distant memory, I feel like myself again.

  I rip the wedding dress from me. It’s a reminder of the horrors I’ve just escaped. It must have cost a fortune, but I don’t care. Sobs wrack me as I tear off the expensive, hand-sewn fabric and toss it to the floor like it’s a stinking garbage sack.

  As I strip the dress from me, I finally let myself feel all the horrific things that have happened to me over the course of the last few days. I’d pushed down my terror for so long that when it finally emerges it feels like a tidal wave – passing through me like a shuddering, powerful surge of grief.

  I’m in just in my black, lacy underwear now. It was laid out for me this morning along with that elegant wedding dress. I know that Kendrick must have picked it out personally. It isn’t elegant – hell, the thong alone was riding up my ass this entire morning – but that was such a small inconvenience compared to the terror of being tortured by the Orb-Collar that I didn’t even register my discomfort up until now.

  I eagerly rip off the lingerie, and then realize that I’m now completely naked – without any other clothing to even change into.

  Naked – on a ship with three Aurelians who might still think they own my body and mind.

  No. They aren’t brutes. They might be rogue Aurelians, but they would never do anything I didn’t want them to…

  Or beg them to.

  I know this to be true, because I reverse the scenario in my mind. If it had been Kendrick who’d “saved” me from a forced wedding to three Aurelians – as if that coward even could – he’d have already tried to fuck me; before I even cleaned up my piss-soaked dress.

  With Kendrick, and at the mercy of his manservant, I wasn’t even a human being. I was an animal to them – caged and tortured. I had no humanity left in me, despite being ‘rescued’ from the non-humans who’d purchased me.

  It was so ironic. I was back with the aliens who’d demanded ownership of me – and yet it’s only now that I feel my personality coming back.

  Naked, I step into the shower and I bask in the hot, powerful water for what feels like hours. Maybe it is. First, I cry – letting the surge of water wash away my tears. Then, I laugh, and finally I smile – feeling safe and secure in a way that perhaps I haven’t been able to my whole life.

  When I’m finally done, I look for how to turn the water off – but as soon as I think it, the deluge stops.

  The Orb that powers this ship. It powers everything – and it’s as if it can hear my needs. That’s creepy. Oh, fuck! What if the Orb is listening to my thoughts right now?

  Well, that’s easy.

  I love you, Mr
. Orb.

  I giggle at the silliness of my own thought process, and look around for a towel.

  Could I have a towel, please? I’m butt-naked in a ship full of sexy, barbaric Aurelian warriors.

  Hot air suddenly gushes out from vents all around it. It’s dry and deliciously warm, and after thirty seconds, I’m completely dry.

  Yet, I’ve got nothing to cover myself up with.

  But while I might be naked, I still don’t regret what I did. I won’t grab the ripped pieces of the wedding dress and cover myself. Those fabrics, chosen by Kendrick for the pleasure of his arranged marriage to me, will never touch my skin again.

  This leaves me with a little problem. I’ve got no way of covering myself up – and while I know that the Aurelians will try to respect me, I know their nature…

  I remember an incident back on Tear, many years ago, in which a common woman wanted to tease an Aurelian by flashing her bare breasts at him.

  It was a bad idea – the towering alien hadn’t yet completed his century of service to the Empire, and had never known the pleasures of a woman. It took six human men to pull the warrior off the screaming girl before he could claim her.

  That’s one of the incidents that had led to the passing of laws about ‘modest dress’ in public. The minds of Aurelian men snap when a fertile woman is naked in front of them, and I know that it will be no different for Raka, Raekon and Leon.

  If I walk back into that cockpit dressed in nothing but relief, I’ll have to accept whatever happened to me as a result.

  So, what’s the plan, Lezena? Sit in the bathroom? Yell through the door, until they take me…

  Wait a second. Where the hell are they going to take me?

  I suddenly realize that I don’t even have a home anymore. Tear is a bad memory to me now, and the only thing left on that planet that I still care about is Jenna.

  I have to believe that she’s safe. In my heart of hearts, I have to believe she’s still alive.

  I take a deep breath in. The wall of the bathroom suddenly shimmer to display my own reflection, the surface of them transforming into a mirror before I even realized I wanted to see myself.

  I’ve always been so critical of my own body. Now, I look at it… differently.

  I suddenly feel the lust that the Aurelians have for me, as if their intensity and clarity has been poured into me. I look at myself, and it’s as if I can suddenly see myself through their eyes.

  Kendrick looked at me with lust – like a piece of meat.

  My father looked at me distastefully, like livestock that would enrich him if sold to the right buyer.

  Nobody has ever looked at me the way the Aurelians do; and now I see what they see.

  It’s like I’m suddenly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The Aurelians don’t seem to mind the rolls on my stomach, or the extra jiggle in my thighs. In fact, they seem to like it. I’ve always compared myself unfavorably to the slender, elegant noblewomen of Tear – but the Aurelians seem more utterly turned on by my ripe, curvy, womanly body – especially my round, generous bottom.

  I giggle.

  Maybe it’s the relief of being alive, but some deep urge in me is driving me to celebrate every part of existence… Including the deepest, darkest pleasures drawn from the recesses of my mind. With Kendrick, I felt hopeless and out of control. All pleasure was stolen from me…

  With the Aurelians…

  I want to give what I now feel to them.

  They saved my life. They saved me from a future so horrific that it took away everything that made me, me.

  I know I only shared an hour with those three towering aliens, but for that tiny moment of my life, I actually felt like I could be me with them.

  My nipples harden with desire as I imagine those three hulking warriors on the other side of the door. I know that once I open it, and stride into the cockpit, there will be no going back. They will descend into their mating frenzy, so eager for my body that they’ll lose their minds.

  If I open that door, there’s no turning back...

  …and as I acknowledge that, the Orb reads my mind.

  The door shoots open, and I’m suddenly standing naked in front of three Aurelian warriors. Three sets of jaws drop. Three sets of legs push them up from their seats, and the towering aliens suddenly stride towards me, ignoring the controls, the gunnery stations and everything else around us.

  We’re deep in space – I have no idea even where – and yet the alien warriors have no concerns other than me.

  Oh, Gods!

  As they stride towards me, I remember how fucking huge they are!

  Each Aurelian stands at seven-feet of lethal, poised muscle. This triad possesses three pairs of huge, eager hands that will grope and touch every part of my eager body. They possess three hungry mouths that will lick, and bite, and hungrily devour me…

  …not to mention three impossibly-hard, throbbing…

  “Oh,” I gasp, as Leon stands in front of me.

  Not all three Aurelians can fit abreast in this narrow hallway.

  For a moment, I wonder how they’re going to proceed – but then Raekon growls, and slams the button to open the cargo hold with his biceps flexing.

  Leon leans down and kisses me, and his kiss melts me. At the touch of his lips on mine, everything suddenly falls away.

  I’m safe. I’m alive.

  I’m theirs.

  Leon’s huge hands stroke my body, running down my back before he grips the globes of my bare ass and squeezes. He gasps with lust and hunger, and his eyes grow wide with utter, wanton need.

  Leon’s slate-grey eyes are staring at me as though he can’t imagine how he ever let me go.

  “I’ll keep you safe, Lezena. For the rest of your life, I will always keep you safe.”

  I know Leon’s holding back, fighting against the powerful mating instincts that constantly drive his species. He wants to press me against the wall and fuck me – deep, and hard, and fast with his massive cock…

  …but against every instinct in his body he waits, looking into my eyes and touching my skin softly.

  I can’t hate them. They bought me at a slave auction, as payment for protecting the city of Tear; yet I don’t care. They saved me from a fate I would have killed myself to avoid.

  They bought me, but it was Kendrick who tried to possess me.

  And the Aurelians never tried to own me physically – like livestock. They’d tried to own my mind, and heart, and soul instead.

  The three Aurelians stare down at me, and their eyes burn with the same intensity.

  Frenzied.

  Hungry.

  To these three towering, virile aliens, it doesn’t matter that I have stretch marks on my stomach. It doesn’t matter that when they take me, hard and deep, my ripe curves and generous flesh will contrast sharply against their hard, lean, strong bodies.

  They want that. They ache for me.

  A door on to the side of us opens, and I see past Leon’s towering form towards the cargo bay and bedroom beyond.

  There are three bunks in there, one on top of another, built into the bulkheads for safety and efficiency.

  Leon pulls me into the bedroom. There’s no room for all three of us to fit into a single bunk – even one designed for the huge form of an Aurelian warrior.

  Raekon grabs me from Leon, his long hair slick with a new sweat. He looks feverish, and his eyes burn as he aches for me.

  Raekon’s huge body looms above me, and behind him Raka and Leon step up no less impressively. I shiver, feeling so small and vulnerable compared to them.

  For somebody who’d always grown up as the ‘big’ girl, there’s no sexier feeling in the world.

  The three Aurelians rip off their battle armor and throw the pieces into the hallway. I gasp as their incredible, powerful bodies are revealed to me – like marble-white statues of Greek Gods.

  I reach forward and run my hand down Raekon’s powerful, broad chest, trailing my fingers lower unt
il they reach his diamond cut abs. His cock springs from below, rearing upwards as it is released from the prison of his military pants.

  Raka steps forward, and presses himself in behind me. I feel the curve of his cock against my bare buttocks. Raka wraps his hands around me, teasing my nipples with his fingertips as Raekon and Leon both take turns kissing me.

  I swoon, lost in the incredible sensations.

  Raekon’s kiss is hungry and desperate, while Leon takes his time with his eager lips – tantalizing us both with his teasing, probing tongue.

  Behind me, Raka’s whispering kisses travel from the nape of my neck up to my earlobe, and his hot breath makes my entire body tingle.

  “No man will touch you without my permission. Not ever again,” Raka promises, the heat rising in his voice. He pinches my nipples between his massive thumb and forefinger, teasing the sensitive buds and turning them into hard, aching nubs.

  Raekon’s eyes grow wide, and he slathers my neck with his tongue, then stares deeply into my eyes.

  “You belong to us,” he growls. “Not by some slave auction. Not by the laws of Tear. By fate and nature itself.” His eyes burn. “You feel it, deep inside – don’t you?”

  He’s right. Down in the very base of my being, I feel like he owns me – that all three of them do…

  …and they haven’t even claimed me yet.

  Raka grips me and spins me forcibly around. I understand instantly. He’s the leader of the triad, and he’ll claim his property first. I look down at that thing between his legs and I feel a sudden gush of hot, wet fear.

  His cock is curved deliciously downwards, and it’s so fucking thick. Pearly strings of pre-cum are already dripping down it, splashing against the floor.

  I shiver. I’ve read that couplings between humans require sheaths, wrapped around the cock, to prevent pregnancy. I wasn’t supposed to learn about that – as my virginity was supposed to be guarded until marriage – but I’d heard all the rumors.

  With Aurelians, there’s no need for such protections. While they are lust-filled, highly sexual creatures, they cannot breed naturally – not unless the human female they seed if their legendary, near-mythical ‘fated mate.’