by Renee Rose
When it’s seated, he clicks it open, uncomfortably stretching me.
Tears slide down my face at the invasion. Whimpering, I try to fidget away from him, despite the bonds holding me. His free hand snaps down on my ass with stinging force.
Despite my discomfort, my sex clenches at his strike. My face flames as I leak new arousal. His touch is as clinical as my gynecologist’s, but my body reacts like it’s anything but. Something scrapes deep inside me, and my lower abdomen cramps. He’s taking samples.
I cringe at the sloppy sound my sex makes as he removes the clamp only to shove his unforgiving fingers back inside me. He pulls them out then pushes them back in. “Interesting.”
He pumps his fingers in and out. I grit my teeth and hide my face with shame. Arousal is leaking from my core at his ministration.
“Summon the Monrok. The female is ready to mate.”
Snapping off his glove, he stands near my head and pats my hair, like I’m a good pet.
It’s too much. Snarling I twist my head, biting down as hard as I can.
He yells, and his face shades with rage. This time, when he hits me, it’s with his fist.
Pain explodes in my face. My ears ring. But a gleam of satisfaction unfurls inside me. His hand now carries my teeth marks.
“Filthy feral human. You will learn defiance will not be tolerated. Bring me the whip.” He snarls the last over his shoulder.
The word he uses for whip is different, but the translation rings through my head.
My stomach cramps in a sick knot. Regret grips me. What have I done?
When one of his big blue helpers produces what appears to be an electric cat-o’-nine, I begin to shake. The tassels are a glowing purple. The sound radiating from it is just like the shimmer wall of the room I woke up in.
“No, no. No whip. I’m sorry. I’ll be good.” My voice rises in panic. “I promise I’ll be good! I promise!”
The prince’s sneer as he takes the whip chills me to the bone.
My pleads turn to shrieks as the whip lands with screaming force, lighting me with agonizing electric current. Again and again.
I flinch at the whirling sound the whip makes right before it strikes. Burns. Scorches like flames. I have no arousal from this pain. Only agony.
Every muscles locks.
Cries rip from my throat.
It doesn’t stop.
Has my skin torn open?
I can’t stay here. Not in this body. My mind shuts down as I escape the pain.
A white haze fills my vision before all goes black.
***
There is no such thing as time as I drift in a place where nothing can touch me. I have no idea how long I’m out. Blue men tend me. Smear creams over me that numb my skin. Give me injections that take my pain but leave me needy.
A hollow ache has settled between my thighs once again, but this time my mind is muddled. I try to swim to the surface of my consciousness only to be sucked back under to drift in deep waters. I’m hazily aware of men moving around the room. Standing over me. Petting me.
Like a gentle tide, their voices wash over me, masculine and deep.
Wet heat laps at my core. Circles my clit. I gasp in air, moaning at their touch. I want to ask for more. Beg for more. It’s not enough. A fever of want is raging inside me. But the fog that grips me pulls me back down.
Chapter Two
CAL
The human harvest has begun. My cybernetics naturally slow my racing heart as Kein and I stand over the female in the medical room. Her hair, the color of moonbeams, is spread out around her head, obscuring her face. But her body is bare to us. She has a slender back but a round shapely ass.
She is so small; I wonder if she will be able to take us inside her. Prince Kaihan already informed us, “She is stimulated by domination and pain, but not too much pain.”
From the welted stripes on her flanks and the screams we heard earlier, we already know how Kaihan had come by this knowledge.
My brother Kein and I have been chosen to mate. Though we were not formally informed, we know the Zapex plan to take our offspring and make them into slaves or soldiers. We are Monrok. Born human and turned into what we are now. Cybernetically enhanced beings with quantum computing capabilities, bodies which can withstand extreme temperatures, and weapons at our fingertips.
We are fighting machines.
We are slaves.
Once the Zapex have collected many human females, that will all change. We Monrok have plans of our own. We have access to all the Zapex databases. They may have created us, but even they do not know how advanced we are. What we are capable of.
They will find out.
For now, we will allow them to breed us like the Earth dogs they treat us like.
None of our kind have seen a human female in person, but we know what mating is. Have seen some depictions of it in some rudimentary vids taken from Earth by Zapex researchers. Some Monrok have traveled to the prostitution and trading moon of Ak’ba and experienced fucking with other species of the Jun’pn galaxy, but most of us find the idea distasteful. I understand their curiosity. The idea of finding relief from something other than our hands is tempting. More than tempting when you are chosen to mate a human female.
Exhilarating.
Kein is as stone-faced as I am as we study her. Her delicately rounded form is more than appealing.
“Her scent is awakening my lifebringer,” he says.
Mine, too. My cock strains in the confines of my pants. I want to let it out and plunge inside of her. Kein and I had already agreed I would go first. We must prove ourselves capable of not internally injuring the human during our mating. Only then may we have unlimited access to her.
I hate that our first mating will be observed by Kaihan. I know he watches the feed from the sensors even now. But we must comply to his dictates if we hope to keep the female as our own until we Monrok set our plans in motion.
Her core is open and exposed in an inviting way, like a ashwana flower on Alogoria. Pink and blossoming. She still has a natural pelt around her sheath, but I doubt the Zapex will allow her to keep her rudimentary covering. I pet the wiry soft fur, enjoying it before it is gone.
Bending, I breathe in her rich aroma, the scent winding through my body. My lifebringer aches for attention, but I must taste her again. I move in behind her and stroke my hands down her thighs. I have never encountered anything as soft as her silky skin.
Slowly leaning forward, I swipe my tongue up the length of her opening. I commit her taste and scent to memory. I can now find her anywhere in the galaxy. Her seductive tang is a bit bitter, but tantalizing. Licking and sucking, I work my mouth over her cunt, learning her. Savoring her before sitting back on my haunches.
Kein leans in and takes a taste for himself. I breathe in the musky scent of her still on my tongue, staring transfixed as her body’s lubricant slides out of her.
“If there were ancient gods, their nectar would surely taste like this,” Kein says. There is awe in his voice as he pets her slick opening. “I think she is ready for you, brother.”
“Do you think she can take us?” I am suddenly aware just how small this female is compared to us. Kein and I both are six feet five human inches. Broad shouldered, we are as much muscle as we are machine. If we damage her, she will either be destroyed or healed and handed over to another Monrok.
Our chances of mating another human will be gone.
“We must be careful,” he says, not taking his eyes off her sex.
I, too, am transfixed.
Drawing little circles in the dew on her upper thigh, I run my fingers lightly up and down her opening, spreading her lubricant. Using both hands, I stretch her labia minora wide to our fascinated gazes. A hard little nub peaks out from the top folds of her sex. A clitoris. When manipulated, human females may experience pleasure from the organ.
Curious, I hold her open and suck it into my mouth. The female moans much like the females
in the human mating vids. The sound is muffled but unmistakable. It pleases me. I suck her into my mouth again, and she squirms in a becoming way.
“I believe our little human is coming awake.”
Monrok can sense other’s’ emotion. Almost like a scent in the air. I can smell her confusion as well as her desire. Her hips jerk, trying to get a rhythm. I lean back and work the nub with my fingers. Her channel rhythmically contracts as I move my fingers faster. I shove my tongue inside her, wanting to feel her pulse against me. My cock begs for attention as she mewls and her mating secretion coats my tongue.
I rub my wetted face against her soft thighs. She whimpers at the chafing of the stubble on my face but grinds back on me. My cock throbs as I stand, the tip already leaking when I pull it out.
I sense her confusion lapsing into fear and know she is coming fully awake. We know this is not how humans go about the mating rituals on modern Earth. But she is far from Earth and under the rule of the Zapex. She may not understand this but mating her is a kindness.
Slowly I push into her snug sex, fighting the need to drive forward. She is hot, wet perfection. I cannot keep my eyes off where I sink inside her. Her opening is blossomed wide over me. I can scent her pain but also her desire.
“No, please,” she begs, her head thrashing as she pulls at her restraints.
Her protests confuse me. I can sense her need. Her warmth spills over my length, easing my way.
“It’s too big,” she cries. “Please, no more.”
Now I understand her fear. She may be right. Halfway in I must pull out before I can push back in all the way. Her cry is one of pleasure and shock as I seat myself inside her. I fight not to release my essence, wanting to enjoy my first mating for as long as I am able.
“Shh, little one,” Kein says, leaning over to mate the human’s mouth with his.
Her moans and little mewls of sound are captured by his mouth as I slowly rut into her. When she trembles and quakes around me, I cannot contain my need. I grip her hips, pulling her back on my length as I slam inside her. She rips her mouth away from Kein, to cry out.
Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. Her emotions weave together and spill over me in a riot of unfamiliar sensations.
My knot grows rigid at the midway point of my cock, my groin pulling tight. She screams, pulsing. Her internal muscles grip me like a vise. I cannot hold back. My cock lodged inside her, my essence pours out in torrents. My body shakes as I cling to her small frame. It is a release I have never experienced before.
I am reborn.
I want to live inside this female. This fragile female. This female who we may not be able to save or keep for our own.
I am enfeebled and vulnerable for the first time since becoming Monrok.
I never want to mate her again.
KEIN
She is the most magnificent thing in existence. I cannot take my eyes off her face. A bruise mars her cheek, but she is still perfection.
Everyone in the galaxy know Monrok can sense emotions. Thoughts. As a rule, all beings are shuttered and closed off around us. Not this little human. One can almost miss her natural mating scent beneath the wealth of emotion she releases.
I stroke her silky tresses and glory at this little creature. Human. Female. And we were chosen. Our election was not random. We are not naive.
Cal and I are the only Monrok who are not only blood-related brothers but identical twins. Like all our Monrok brethren, we grew up in a lab being “enhanced” by Zapex scientists. After we garnered the attention of Kaihan, he was adamant our similar features not ever be altered. We may even be more identical now than we were at birth. Viewing at my brother is like looking in a mirror. It makes us stand out. Special. Humans are the only sentient beings in the known universe capable of this anomaly. We are rare.
Kaihan collects rarities, and I believe my brother and I are part of his collection. We have hacked his files and know why we were chosen. The prince hopes to produce multiples in this first breeding, and possibly others. There is no doubt in my mind he is stacking the genetic odds to guarantee it. We have seen the notes on his experiments.
This female is likely unaware she is either predisposed to have twins or is being injected with hormones. I hate to think of the testing they did on human females to discover how to manipulate their genomes.
What they did to us was nearly unbearable. Not all who underwent the process of becoming Monrok survived. There were three other generations of altered humans before they perfected their process with us. Although, not as perfected as they would like to believe. We are still free thinking.
I stroke a knuckle down her unmarred cheek. She nestles into my hand. She is as soft as a fuzzy zepka.
Kaihan informed us we may have unlimited access to the female once she is proven durable enough to survive the mating. But I know better than to trust in his words. Once we impregnate this human, they may very well take her away from us. Who knows if we will get her back? I am suddenly greedy for my time.
“I want to see all of her,” I tell Cal.
“My knot has almost subsided.” He sounds disgruntled, but has walled his thoughts from me.
“You knotted?” It is something we were told happens when mating, but since we have never mated… “What is it like?”
“You will experience it for yourself.” His voice is harsh as he eases himself from the female’s hold.
Yes, I must. Disengaging the cuffs, I sit our female up.
She rests her head on my chest. “Please, no more,” she slurs, but contradicts herself by rubbing her fevered skin against me.
She does not yet understand. There are no choices here in her new reality. You endure or you do not survive. But it is not my goal to damage her.
“Look at me, little one.” She shakes her head. Grabbing her chin, I tilt her face up to mine. Her eyes are dilated with the serum they have administered, but she must be made to understand how important this is. “You must prove you are strong enough to take us both.”
She blinks up at me, studying my face. I am intimidating. I am Monrok. Elite Guard to the Zapex. We were bred to battle the Zapex enemy, the Ko’sar. Most in the galaxy run from us. Those in power look down at us, but secretly fear us.
Our human fears us. A tear rolls down her cheek as she studies me. I brush it away, fascinated by the bit of liquid shed due to emotion alone. Monrok’s lachrymal glands secretion is regulated by our cybernetic sensors. She quiets as I put it to my mouth and taste the salty moisture.
I sense her indecision. She glances at Cal and then back to me and nods once, seeming to comprehend what we ask of her if not the reason.
The moment of her acceptance, I lift her from the table, standing her at the wall. I reengage her cuffs over her head, and she pulls, seeming betrayed. Kaihan is no doubt observing our mating. We must not show her undue compassion lest she be used against us, and I don’t want my view of her body to be impeded.
“Hey, let me go.”
“I want to look upon you.” My cock strains at the sight of her sensuous form.
Monrok own no possessions. I have never desired to, but I now understand why Kaihan collects rarities. This creature is so fascinatingly pleasing, I already want to keep her as my own rara avis. If I ever only have one possession, she will be it.
On her bare little feet, she only comes to the middle of my chest. Her breasts are full and supple, as are her hips. She has stimulators on her nipples barring them from my sight.
Gently as to not damage the mammary duct, I pop one off, but she still cries out. Pain and desire emanate from her. It is my new favorite scent. I watch one bare nipple pulse with the wild beat of her heart as I pull off the other.
Her breath hisses out as I cover her plump orbs with my mouth, sucking and tasting one bead and then the other. She is weakening, but I smell her new arousal as she pulls at her bonds.
Her desire stimulates my own. I grip my lifebringer through my pants to control my need. I have neve
r been this hard. Not even after fighting.
“Please. Have mercy,” she begs, her voice thin.
Mercy? She asks for mercy?
I take in the sight of her perfect human features, unaltered by foreign hands. She has likely known compassion, ignorantly living peacefully on a small planet that knows nothing of the universe around it. All the while we were ripped apart and put back together.
The Zapex claimed Earth over one hundred years ago, and immediately categorized humans as inferior beings. I must agree. They are a puny race who will be made into slaves if the Zapex have their way.
She does not realize all we do for her.
She does not realize the price of mercy.
Taking out my weeping cock, I fit the head to her plump wet core. I lift her by her waist and let her glide down my length, groaning into her mouth at her tight heat closed around me.
Tilting her head back, I gaze into eyes as blue as tash stones. “We have had nearly fifty years with the Zapex, my little zepka,” I say, my voice a gruff whisper at her ear. “You are our mercy.”
I cover her mouth with mine and taste her shock. Her desire.
It is near painful, this sensation gripping me. “Mercy,” I growl at her ear. “Show me mercy.”
Her breath goes ragged as her eyes roll closed.
Pleasure. Frustration. Confusion. They war inside her, washing over me.
I only know one emotion.
Need.
Gripping her ass, I drive into her heat, pinning her shapely body to the wall. My hands roam her hips. Legs. Grasp at her ass. Fill with her breasts. All the while grunting like a savage beast. Powerless to stop the onslaught driving me to push harder, take her deeper.
This is mating.
My body begs for release; a discomfort I have never known. Instinct takes over, not allowing me to hold back. Her cry is hoarse and desperate as I slam into her harder and harder.
