Collared By The Warrior

by Daniella Wright

  Poco watched as Kreena slipped his cock into her inviting pussy, he could see his manhood spreading her lips as she guided his cock into her, every stroke he could see her pussy being contorted as it tightly gripped him.

  Poco raised his hand and slapped Kreena on her ass, it made the sound of thunder as it reverberated around the room, Kreena let out a squeal of pain and pleasure, she looked over her shoulder and smiled.

  “Holy fuck, slap me again,” Kreena mumbled.

  Poco happy to oblige, raised his hand and swiftly gave her another slap on her cheek, the redness in her skin appearing from the rushing blood under the surface of her skin. With each slap, Kreena could feel her pussy tighten, Poco’s cock stimulation every part of her throbbing cunt.

  Kreena could feel her legs tremble with every slap, he had pushed her to the limit, she was going to cum, she could feel her pussy releasing spasms with every thrust, her body beginning to quiver, her legs becoming weak.

  “I’m gonna cum soon,” she said to Poco, “I feel like I’m going to faint.”

  “Fuck, yeh, ride that cock, make me come with you,” Poco uttered through his saliva ridden beard, and with that, he raised his hips with each thrust of Kreena’s pussy onto him.

  “Holy shit, I’m gonna burst,” Poco screamed, his balls feeling numb as they sent his cum flowing, his hot cock pulsating as it shot his cum deep into Kreena’s deep wet pussy.

  Kreena’s body gave way, she could feel Poco’s cock spreading his seed, her pussy twitching as her legs quivered as her body also let go, the vibrations shooting through her body as she lowered herself onto Poco’s thighs, gasping for breath, Kreena stood and leaned on the table, she could feel the trickle of Poco’s hot cum slowly running from her pussy and down her inner thigh.

  Kreena could hear a bang, she opened her eyes, holy shit, I thought that was real she said to herself, she looked around and realized she was in Raph’s castle, this mead was good stuff, but now she was unsure if it was a dream she had, or she had in fact given Poco a good fucking and had also received the fucking of her life.

  As she lay on the couch, Kreena could see the suns were beginning to rise, multi colors flooding the room, like gossamer wings covering everything that they touched, another bang she heard, as she slowly kicked off the blanket she was covered by.

  She walked to the window, and could see the guards were firing the morning call cannons, one shot to grace the rising of each sun, bang went the third and last one, for which she was grateful, the banging in her head was bad enough to deal with.

  Kreena stood gazing from the window, the suns looked glorious, their colors cascading over the roof tops, she could see people awakening and filling the streets, yet all she could think of was what would become of her if everything went wrong and she was unable to defeat the King.

  The crew rose early, they had treasures to sell, there would be no way Chymeera could outrun the Niyron guard's ships is she was fully loaded. Poco made a good way into selling the gold and gems, over the years he had gained a name for himself as one of the best foragers in the galaxy, and always had buyers waiting for his wares. Threx had taken care of the more exotic items, and he was a little more aware of the finer things in life that some Niyrosans were looking for.

  Lane had taken it upon himself to prepare Chymeera for the battle that would ensue, most of the tweaks that were made were of his design. He overhauled the engines and fixed the plasma feeds, the two main scythe cannons. And he had stripped and cleaned, they should be able to cope with the Niyron guard’s ships, but to cut through the wall into the king’s chamber would take something a little special. Lane had built a photon cannon; this baby could fire a beam of photons that would cut through anything.

  Kreena was in the hands of the king's maids, they had prepared a bath of milk and she was stood as the maidens removed her clothes, their hands, gliding over her Amazonian body. The maidens squeezed sponges over her body, the white milk running over her body perfectly. No treatment was left out, the king wanted his women to be in a pure and pristine condition.

  Kreena was laying in the bath

  The King at the head of his table, with all his lords having their fill of food, wine and the many women who had been performing for their entertainment. The castle bells began to ring, it was three o’clock and the feast was over.

  “Take me to my prize,” the king said to his guards.

  His elite guards started to escort him to his quarters, the kings mind thinking of nothing but of what he was going to do to Kreena, his mind slipping into a pit of depraved sexual gratification. His appetite for commanding his women had grown over the years and watching how they broke had given him his biggest thrills.

  The entourage reached the king's chamber, the door was opened and the king entered, he turned and secured the door from the inside, he wanted no interruptions, no matter what was happening. He walked down the small candlelit hallway and entered his main chamber. Kreena was stood before him in a translucent gown, the light flickering through the material which highlighted the outline of Kreena’s body.

  The king started to remove his royal robes, although elegant and made from the finest silk, they could not disguise the fact of how disgusting he was to look at. He was short and his belly had become swollen through the years of over-indulging in fine wine and the richest foods available. His gray hair was ponytailed and a dark gray color, most probably from a lack of personal hygiene.

  Kreena looked at the king as he stood there before him, a fine specimen of a man, he was not, his dick was the size of a teenager and looked lost amidst the pubic hair in which it sat. Although the situation was dire, a comical thought crossed her mind, his dick looks like a smaller version of him.

  “Well young girl, I see you are ready for me.” Raph said to Kreena.

  “Ready as I will ever be,” Kreena replied.

  Kreena had a knack for manipulating men, and this was a major part of the plan, she needed to turn the tables so she was in control, and to do this, she had to distract the king from his normal thought patterns.

  Kreena slipped out of her tunic, she stood naked, her long, black hair not cascading over her body as normal, it had been fastened in a bun, she ran her fingers over the nape of her bare neck and down towards her heaving breasts.

  “Do you like what you see before you Sire?” Kreena said in a low husky voice.

  “Very much, you are a wonderful specimen,” the king replied.

  Although he was fixated on Kreena’s olive-skinned body, he gestured towards his inner chamber, the place where his fun would start and his ending was assured.

  They entered his chamber, and what lay before them was reminiscent of the torture chamber which was located in the dungeons, but here, it was built with a little more comfort in mind. The walls were covered in various whips and paddles, tables were covered with various types of vibrators, yet these were designed with more pain in mind rather than pleasure.

  A large frame graced the center of the room, shackles had been fastened to the cross member and at the bottom, a person who was in this, surely had no means of escape. A table lay beneath the frame, this also had shackles on each corner, and to which the king gestured to Kreena to mount.

  Kreena began to climb onto the table, she lay on her back, the coldness of the leather sending shivers down her spine, her heart beating faster and faster as the king began to close the shackles around her wrists and ankles one by one.

  Kreena lay on the table, legs spread wide, the king walked around the table fondling her, his fat fingers caressing her heaving bosom and running down her stomach towards her cleanly shaven pussy. The king ran his hands over her pussy and suddenly slapped the inside of Kreena’s thigh, she let out a little squeal at the pain which suddenly filled her body.

  The king turned to the wall and was in thought of which implement to start with, he opted for a whip which had many tails, this was a good way to start, he could then gradually build up to something a little
more extreme.

  “Heaven and Hell,” he muttered to Kreena, “that’s where you will be going, Heaven and Hell.”

  Raph approached the table and began to run his fingers over Kreena’s pussy, she gasped with breath, and at which point she felt a stinging pain shooting through her thigh as the king brought the whip crashing down over her silky soft skin.

  “Fuck,” Kreena yelped.

  Again, the king caressed her soft pussy, her nerves sending feelings of pleasure into her body, she lightly arched her back, the king noticing this brought the whip down again on her thigh, the pain shooting through her like a lightning bolt.

  The king continued this for a few minutes, moving from her thigh up towards her breasts, he teased her nipples before bringing the whip crashing down against her flawless skin. Kreena had to do something, it could not end like this.

  “Sire,” Kreena said, “this game is weak, I want to change the rules,” Kreena added.

  The King was taken aback, no woman had ever spoken to him words of this nature, he had only ever heard, “Please and Stop.” This was something totally new, and it confused the king without him realizing.

  “What do you have in mind young lady?” he asked.

  “I want you to meet my demands,” Kreena said, “change positions and I will show you how good it can feel.”

  The king thought for a moment, and decided it was worth trying, he had never been in this position and didn’t have a notion of what danger he was putting himself in. He unlocked the shackles and Kreena removed herself from the table.

  “Climb aboard,” she said to the king, but on all fours like a dog,” Kreena added.

  The king mounted the table on all fours, Kreena shackled him as he had done to her. She grabbed the whip and slapped the king's ass.

  “Oh, Yeah,” the king said in appreciation.

  Kreena started to massage his tiny dick, and as she started to feel it becoming hard she lashed his fat ass again. Kreena did this a few more times before the king was becoming bored.

  “I want more, this is child’s play,” he said as he shook the shackles as if to free himself.

  “Have you ever felt like you were dying as you were cumming?” Kreena asked.

  At which, she grabbed one of the thick ropes and threw the one end over the frame, the other end, she made into a noose and slipped it over the kings’ head, and secured it snuggly around his neck. Kreena fastened the rope securely, she walked back to the table and leaned towards the king's ear.

  “Sire, have you ever been fucked?” Kreena asked the king.

  “Never, why do you ask?” the king replied.

  “Well Sire, you are totally fucked now,” Kreena said, and with that, she kicked the table leg.

  The king sensed something was amiss and was shaking the shackles, the whole table shaking as Kreena again kicked the leg of the table. There was a cracking sound as the leg splayed slightly forwards, the king looking at the rope as it began to tighten around his neck. Another kick and the leg gave way, the table tilted and the shackled king had all of his weight resting on the rope.

  “Guards, Guards,” the king screamed, his face becoming red as his breath was leaving his body.

  Kreena could hear banging from the doorway, the guards were trying to break in and save their king. Kreena ran to the window and made the signal before she quickly gathered her clothes, it was only a matter of minutes before the guards would be in, would Threx be in time?

  Kreena ran back to see the king, his face had become purple, and there was no sign of life, she waited until it was safe for her to enter back into the main quarters.

  Lane pulled on the joystick, Chymeera started to rise from their position, they rose up the side of the tower, the shadow of Chymeera being cast onto the white stone. They had reached the kings quarters; the guns were armed and ready.

  “Let them have it bitch!” Lane screamed.

  Chymeera roared as her cannons exploded into life, she was spitting plasma from her scythe cannons, shards of stone began raining onto the village below. The photon cannon joined the party, the rock disintegrating at the power of the photon bullets, the stone turned to dust as the Chymeera slowly cut her way through the fortified tower.

  “Niyron guards, the ships have been deployed,” Threx said to Lane.

  “You and Poco take the cannons, fend them off for a few minutes,” Lane answered as he watched showers of sparks flying towards Chymeera.

  Threx could see three ships approaching them from over the castle wall, Poco and he let fire, with Chymeera’s cannons releasing swathes of plasma into the sky, it was like an exploding rainbow of colors, the Niyron ships stood no chance, they were too slow and too easy to hit.

  From all the mayhem, Lane shouted to Threx “I’m through, it’s clear.”

  Threx climbed from the cannon turret and looked at the tower, it was like scorched earth where Chymeera had unleashed her power, no longer was the stone glistening white, there was just a hole with charred and molten stone surrounding it. Threx looked and his heart skipped a beat.

  “There she is my friend,” Lane said to Threx, “now let’s go and get her,” he added.

  Lane steered Chymeera into position, Threx opened the door to the cabin.

  “Jump, you need to jump,” Threx shouted towards Kreena.

  “It’s too far, I will never make it,” she screamed.

  “Out of my way laddy,” Poco said, calmly pushing Threx to the side.

  And with that, he threw a cargo net towards Kreena, “Grab this.” Poco shouted.

  Kreena walked back into the room, the door behind her was creaking under the guards’ advances, it was now or never. She watched as the net swayed back under Chymeera, then she started to run. She approached the remains of what was the royal window and launched herself into the air, the cargo net, rippled as if it was blown by Chymeera’s engines, and swayed forwards towards Kreena, she hit the net and felt it wrap around her body.

  They looked back towards the tower, the door to the chamber exploded inwards, guards filled the room, and Kreena could just about hear one of them say, “The King is dead.”

  Threx and Poco pulled the net back into the ship and Lane started to steer Chymeera towards space, Poco closed the cabin door closed behind them. Chymeera was heading towards the edge of the atmosphere, Niyron ships just becoming specks in the distance as they failed to catch the ship.

  Kreena removed herself from the net and threw her arms around Threx, she looked at Lane and Poco and mouthed the words, “Thank you.”

  Chymeera hit space and headed off into the unknown, the only thing they knew for sure was, that there would be a new king, a rightful king. Niyros would again be the world that is used to be. But for Chymeera, her crew, and Kreena, their future was anything but certain.

  Prisoner X

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  An Erotic Alien Abduction Romance

  He was… divine. No human male had ever tasted like him in a kiss before. Was that his alien nature? Was that a part of his biology? Was her reaction just because of the novelty of it?

  It was all over far too soon. He pulled away from her just as she started to rock her hips against him. Almost instantly, that mind-high of a connection snapped – but only enough so that most of her rational thought came back to her. Her body was still hot, her center throbbing. If she gauged herself well… She was also embarrassingly wet. From kissing.

  * * *

  I: The Fact of the Matter

  Adrien always thought that life was better when dealing with it in facts. Facts could never lie, for instance, and while facts might be hard to swallow, they would always steer a person to the truth.

  Fact one: She was light years away from any human civilization.

  Fact two: That wasn’t a bad thing, she was a scientist, after all. She had been trained to deal with those situations.

  Fact three: She was a captive – a prisoner.

  Fact four: That, also, wasn’t necessa
rily a bad thing. Her captor wasn’t an unknown factor, and she could use that to her advantage.

  She breathed in, out, reviewing those facts in her head. Adrien supposed that she should feel a little more… Well, more. But the fact remained was that she hadn’t been killed yet, hadn’t been harmed. She’d only been taken. Why? She could venture a guess, but that guess wasn’t necessarily a welcome one. She didn’t know how well that would bode for her as time went on, but at the very least, she appreciated feeling like she was prepared. With that in mind, she cleared her throat, speaking from the floor where she was bound with plasma-cuffs.

  “Subject X?”

  He didn’t respond to her, which wasn’t that surprising, considering the way that she had addressed him. He didn’t like being called Subject X, but it was a hard habit for her to break, even when she was in such a predicament. Realizing the mistake, she sighed, blowing the hair out of her face as she did.

  She needed to amend her grievance.

  “I’m sorry. Mor’an? Will you speak to me? Will you tell me why you’ve taken me?”

  The alien glanced over at the sound of his name. He was at the control panel, standing before it and the great plane of glass in front of it. As a native Jundar, he could almost pass as human – though he was much larger than the average human male and the exposed skin of his chest and arms had a silvery sheen to it. His blondish hair was short, cropped close to his head, and the particularly striking thing about him were the perfectly obsidian eyes set into his face – no whites present.

  The anatomy otherwise was all the same, either way, and Mor’an merely shrugged his shoulders as he regarded her before turning away.

  That was frustrating. He only ever treated her this way when there were others around; he’d outright refused to speak to the other researchers, wouldn’t even answer yes or no questions unless it was just her there, alone with him; he’d always favored her presence to others. Now, with no one else around them, she had expected that he would at least speak to her, would at least answer such a simple question. Instead, he chose to ignore her. She huffed.