“I doubt that. We’ve already had this conversation,” I pointed out. “It was the leader of your planet who sent you here. ‘As a gesture of goodwill. To see to the needs of your troops.’ I believe those were his words.”
“‘The needs of your troops.’ How typical of that prick Ravensworth. He sells off women as whores and makes it sound like an act of diplomacy. Well, I may be a prisoner here, so you think you can fuck me all you want,” she raged. “But, sooner or later, you’re going to have to let me up. And then I’ll make you pay.”
I nodded. “You will certainly try. I would expect no less. But my people are not uncivilized. Arythian males do not force themselves on unwilling females.”
“Oh, really? Then why am I lying here naked, bound in place by something you called The Controller?”
“I didn’t say our males would not breed with your females. I said we would not force ourselves on you unwillingly.”
”Well, I’m not willing. So let me up.”
“I’m afraid I cannot do that. But what I can do is see to your willingness.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
I reached into my pocket for the jar of cybellus Dylos had slipped me before I left the transport bay. I had never used the substance, since females of every species I’d ever encountered were eager to have sex with an Archon. They’d all heard of our legendary talents. But it seemed this Terran female required persuasion.
I knew how it worked, so I unscrewed the lid and dipped three fingers in then rubbed it on her breasts, making sure to thoroughly cover her nipples. Blue-gray in color, cybellus had the consistency of the soft clay our potters used to create decorative bowls and vases.
“Stop it! What is that stuff?”
“It’s a harmless potion my people use to enhance a female’s desire to mate.”
“So far, the only desire I’m feeling is a desire to have you get that crap off me. It’s cold, and it’s slimy.”
She had a point. I didn’t sense any erotic thoughts from her. Perhaps I hadn’t applied it with sufficient attention to the process.
I dipped my fingers in again, this time concentrating on her lower body. Running my hand up the inside of her thigh, allowing my own fantasies to guide me. It had been many sols since I stroked the soft flesh of a female but, as my people say, it’s like riding a jabala. Once you’ve done it, you never forget how.
She bit off a gasp when my fingers began spreading the cybellus on her seasprite-pink folds.
“Get your hands off me, you pervert!”
Still not the reaction I’d been expecting. I redoubled my efforts, making sure to pay attention to the tiny bud at the apex of her thighs. Terran physiology had a few quirks when it came to the female center of pleasure. I ran my fingertip over it, pushing back the hood that partially obscured my access, and stroked the cybellus on.
Her eyes closed. She gave a little moan, and a jumble of images flooded my mind, cut off a moment later when she glared at me.
“I said stop it!”
“I’m finished for now,” I replied, turning away.
“Wait! Where are you going? Come back! This stuff is getting hot, and it’s melting all over me. Get it off. It’s…aaaah!”
Dylos told me cybellus seemed to work even better on the Terrans than it did on Arythian females. It heated up faster, and, based on the descriptions given by the females who’d experienced it, the electrical pulses it delivered came as deep, throbbing sensations. Still, I’d wondered if I’d have the same connection with her species as I did with a female of my own. My concerns disappeared in an instant. The pulse rocketed straight to my groin at the same moment I heard her scream.
I gave a sigh of relief as I laid my palm on the screen and headed back to my work area. I didn’t plan to be there long. Based on the wickedly explicit images I was already picking up, the only thing I needed to worry about in the future would be having enough energy left to strap on my headset after making the secret fantasies of this dark goddess a reality.
Chapter Four
Aja
The wall closed behind the bastard who expected me to beg him to fuck me. The sun…any sun in the Universe, had never risen on the day that would happen. He’d made the mistake of letting me know that he wouldn’t rape me. Therefore, despite my nudity and bound state, I would remain unfucked until the end of time. Or until the day he recognized the futility and let me free to return to my people.
Not that they were any prize. Ravensworth only ruled because he was allowed to. And legally elected, at least, at first. He’d already been in office twice the allowed time, but had somehow managed to retain his seat through some sort of shenanigans that skirted the edge of the law. He’d declared one emergency after another, and, though they were utter nonsense, according to my father and his cronies, they admired him for achieving his goals through means fair or foul.
I tried to squirm, the cream smeared on my skin melting with my body heat. It produced an itch, a throbbing sort of ache unlike anything I’d experienced before. I wanted to touch myself, to rub all the places where the hot, sticky salve lay burning my skin. Not just my skin… Bound by The Controller, I could do nothing to relieve any of it. Beads of sweat burst out on my forehead, and my breathing grew labored.
I’d rejected one after another of the men my father paraded before me, and I’d known that could not go on forever. At some point he was going to find a bidder too high to pass on, and my yes or no would no longer matter…was that what did happen? My stomach knotted despite all the other physical sensations I endured. Had he been in this with Ravensworth? I knew a lot of what went on, the sleazy deals my father engaged in, and that he was in bed—figuratively—with the leader but why would that have led me here? I’d never even exchanged words with him, only been hanging back in the corner while they talked. And the last time they did, I had detected some tension, wondered if their political love affair was showing strain.
Honestly, if I hadn’t recognized that anything Father did was at least technically illegal if not actually criminal, I wouldn’t have even considered the connection. And the fact that I’d spotted a few items in Ravensworth’s mansion that had passed through our shop. Antiquities…very valuable and with no place outside their home countries. My degree in archaeology made me knowledgeable enough to recognize that they were no reproductions.
But we—the other women and I—were gifts, not purchased. And my father gave nothing away for free. Not even me. So either he got something very valuable in exchange, or I’d been stolen, perhaps in punishment for some perceived slight.
The cybell-whatever it was seemed to have a life of its own, kicking in again and sending waves of torturous sensations crawling over my skin. It made me want things I’d never wanted before. And want them desperately. All those men who came to the shop and looked me over as if I was one more item for sale, who made offers that I guess weren’t high enough to force my father’s greed into accepting them—the thought of their hands on me made my skin crawl.
But my “Master,” the alien into whose hands I’d landed for reasons I did not understand—his touch had ignited something deep inside me. Despite my pride, my determination to escape, maybe I could indulge first? My virginity had been guarded like yet another antiquity, something that increased my value. If that was removed from the equation, it would change everything.
Then when I made my escape back to Earth—I had no idea how that might happen, but was determined it would—my father would have to agree I was damaged goods, soiled, spoiled, and worth nothing to those men. Those uber-wealthy men all at least twice my age, one of whom would eventually have bought me. Kinky old bastards didn’t want spoiled goods.
I’d have shuddered if I could move.
If my mother had been around, she’d never have allowed any of this, but she’d been gone since I was a toddler, leaving me no memory at all beyond a sweet voice and warm smile. But with no mother, I had to protect myself. The idea grew. If I le
t this alien take my virginity, I’d be safe, valueless, and free to live my own life. Of less value, anyway. Maybe I could steal a shuttle and intercept an Earth vessel, or perhaps we’d stop at a planet for supplies, and I could slip away. Plan B was better, since I had no idea how to fly a shuttle.
The salve seeped into my skin, until I was ready to combust. All right, Master. I’ll ask you to fuck me. But only because it suits my own ends. Let’s get rid of the hymen that’s ruining my life.
“Master,” I called, hoping he could somehow hear me through the wall. Perhaps via a listening device he’d been using to enjoy the moans that had slipped from me as the evil gray sludge woke my nerve endings and drove them to a frenzy. “Master, anytime. I’m ready to be ruined.” I bit my lip. If he didn’t know about my untouched status, I certainly didn’t want to tell him. Both because it might make him realize my value and sell me to someone else and because, if he did decide to keep me, it would increase his enjoyment. Were alien males like those from Earth? Did they prize an untouched female? Probably.
I waited then called again. “Anytime, Master. Your sex slave awaits.” The words fell from my lips, but the chill that gripped my spine was in reaction to the truth held therein. I’d decided to let him fuck me one time—but wouldn’t that give him access to me anytime after that? At least until an escape opportunity arrived? Well, I’d deal with that later.
My swollen clit pulsed, nipples twinged, peaked and reaching for the ceiling. Where was that alien anyway? I’d assumed he was waiting anxiously for my words, but as the moments passed, I began to wonder. I was prepared to grant him permission to use my body, at least for this one time. Didn’t he recognize the honor I bestowed? I’d rejected billionaires from the Middle Eastern deserts and more than one descendant of the crowned heads of Europe.
Who the hell was this alien to ignore me? It wasn’t an offer I was likely to repeat. I only made it now to suit my own ends. If it eased or “switched off” this bizarre version of an aphrodisiac, that was just an additional benefit.
I opened my mouth—something The Controller did not control—to cry out again then snapped it closed. Although my skin rippled with need, I refused to beg. What did I have left but pride? My captor, at least, was not unattractive. Although I believed him to be older than me by some years, he was the antithesis of those wrinkled sheikhs and members of the suit-clad gentry who’d expressed interest in the past. He was tall, at least seven feet, and despite his odd coloring, his even features, full lips and deep, warm eyes with crinkles at the sides were attractive. If he wasn’t looking to possess me in such a way, I’d have liked to know him. To talk about the things he’d seen in the wide Universe. My own experience was so limited, even on my own planet, and I was thirsty to know about other places and things.
But it was silly to even think of when he only wanted me for sex. He was like all the rest in that, after all. But, for the first time, I felt empowered. I could use my body to get what I wanted. If he found me willing, perhaps even eager, he might be led to believe I was happy with my position as his mistress…sex slave…concubine. Then, when we did land on a planet, he’d be caught off guard when I ran for it.
But whatever the future held, I needed this aching to stop. If my hands were free I could slide my fingers between my legs and touch myself…but they were not. “Master!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Please. I await you. Come and take me.” I tried not to think how much sincerity lay behind those words. “If you don’t come, I’ll change my mind.” Yeah, sure, that would happen. “Just come and…and help me!”
I squeezed my eyes closed, in despair. Perhaps he was a sadist. Taking more pleasure in watching me suffer. Was there a camera up in the corner there behind the bed? In one of the dissolvable walls?
“Please.” My voice broke on a sob. “I-I can’t stand it anymore. I ache. Make it stop.” With every word, the plan to escape moved deeper into my mind, and the desperate need to deal with what my body craved took precedence. Tears slipped from my eyes to slide down my temples and into my ears. “Please…”
As that whimper fell from my lips, the wall shimmered and dissolved. He faced me, wearing only tight black pants, no shirt. The jumpsuit was gone. He might be older, but that didn’t do anything to diminish the smooth muscles highlighted on one side by a complex series of tattoos. His skin was changing from gray to lavender before my eyes, the artwork pulsing dull gold. I wanted to trace his nipples with my tongue, to explore his face with my fingertips. I wanted to see what lay behind the huge bulge below his waistband.
“Please, what, human female?”
I squeezed my eyes closed before replying. “Ease me. Please fuck me.” There were far less attractive beings to lose my virginity to. When he didn’t reply right away, I peeked.
The Archon’s lips curved upward. “Since you asked so nicely.” He entered, the wall closing behind him, shutting us in together. “It would be my pleasure.”
Chapter Five
Vyraz
I took two steps forward then stopped, rooted to the spot. Was it possible? Beneath the jumbled images assaulting my mind, bodies copulating in every conceivable position, I thought I sensed anxiety. Fear of the unknown.
How could a female with such detailed sexual fantasies fear the act itself? I decided to explore further.
“What is it you want me to do?”
She moaned, squirming on the bed. “I told you. Fuck me.”
I took a step closer. Close enough to inhale the dizzying scent of her arousal. “Tell me how you like it.”
More images assaulted my mind, flashing by so quickly I could barely take them in. She wrinkled her brow, confused. “You know. The regular way.”
“The regular way for people of my world may be different from yours. Can you describe in detail how you want me to fuck you?”
She bit her lip. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead. “Just get on top of me and stick it in.”
“No narvi first? No redation?” I tossed out terms I’d just invented.
“Uh…sure. Of course I want that, too.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed. “You’ve never been fucked before, have you?”
“Yes I have. Lots of times. By lots of men. And they all had big cocks.” She got a crafty look in her eyes. “But you’re a really big boy. I bet yours is bigger than any of them. Wanna show it to me?”
I recognized cybellus-fueled desperation and smiled. “In time. The ability to feel passion and pleasure is a gift from the gods. It should be savored, not rushed. By the time I claim you, little human, your senses will be honed to a fine pitch.” I ran a fingertip over her taut stomach, watching her quiver at my touch.
“Yeah, I’m already there. So, let’s just do it. Now!” Her voice rose at the end, once again taking on an authoritative note.
I sighed. It had been a long time since I’d dealt with a willful female. Before I could teach this one how to accept the pleasure I would give her, she had to accept my position of authority over her. Disengaging The Controller, I flipped her onto her stomach, and delivered a sharp swat to her naked backside. She let out an angry howl.
“We Arythians have rules for our females,” I said. “Rules that must be obeyed. Or the females get punished.”
It had been a long time since I’d heard the sharp smack of my palm on a firm female ass. I’d forgotten how enjoyable domination could be. For both parties, if it was done properly. My cockheads writhed in anticipation.
“Fuck you! And fuck your rules,” she yelled.
Clearly, she wasn’t enjoying it yet. It was definitely time to begin training this fiery alien in how to be properly submissive. I spanked her again, raising my voice to be heard over the stream of curses that followed. These Terrans had such colorful idioms. But the ones involving a man’s mother being a four-legged female canine… Unacceptable and deserving of punishment.
“Rule number one—you will address me as Master. Rule number two…” I punctuated each num
ber with a stern whack, noting that her skin did not turn red the way an Arythian female’s would have when spanked. I stroked her bottom experimentally. However, it did feel warmer than when I began. How fascinating. Would her body have the magnificent midnight black sheen of a Mira-Ba crystal all the time?
She cursed me again, and I realized I’d gotten distracted. “Rule number two.” I repeated it with another whack, as though I’d meant to do that all along. “You will not tell me what to do. Ever.”
“Dream on, asshole!” She twisted away, glaring at me.
I rolled her back onto her stomach and grabbed her wrists, pinning them in place behind her back before engaging The Controller again. “Rule number three. You will speak respectfully at all times. In a soft voice,” I added when she reacted to my accompanying smack with a shrill screech. “I will continue this spanking until you apologize for your disrespect.”
“Go to hell!”
We fell into a rhythm. I’d give her a whack then tell her what I expected from her in terms of proper behavior. She’d answer with what I guessed were rude Terran epithets, since some of her remarks did not seem to translate properly. For example, it was clearly anatomically impossible for me to shove my head up my ass. Then I’d smack her again.
I had hoped to introduce her to sensual pleasures before having to assert my authority as a male, but the alien female was surprisingly stubborn and unwilling to accept my direction. I knew it was crucial that I win this first battle of wills. I’d never formally taken a mate, but I’d heard it was the same with every female. You had to show them who was in charge. Once they understood their position, they were far easier to handle.
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