Alien Conquest

Alien Conquest Page 9

by Tracy St. John

  De­gorsk nod­ded, but Tra­nis knew his clan­mate well enough to see the Imdiko wasn’t con­vinced. “I know I’m in no po­si­tion to ques­tion their guide­lines. For­tu­nately, the com­ing trans­port will have sev­eral psy­chol­o­gists on board to con­tinue the work en route to Kalquor. They’ll have nearly nine months to fin­ish turn­ing these women around to health­ier at­ti­tudes be­fore reach­ing home.” He scowled, his tem­per start­ing to rise. “Bet­ter them than me. I do not like this shit. I may put a stop to it no mat­ter what the board says if the women don’t start re­spond­ing with­out in­tox­i­ca­tion.”

  “They’re the ex­perts—” Li­don be­gan.

  “Fuck them,” De­gorsk spat. “They’ve been deal­ing mostly with women who wanted to come to Kalquor. This is some­thing else en­tirely. These are cap­tured women who had no in­ten­tion of be­ing clanned.”

  Tra­nis seized on minu­tia, not want­ing to think about the fright­ened women now in his care nor that his re­mark­able Imdiko had no real idea of how to deal with them. “The trans­port com­ing for them is not part of the in­va­sion force? When will it ar­rive?”

  Li­don an­swered. “The clos­est with a psy­cho­log­i­cal com­ple­ment is five weeks away. Since the fleet is only a lit­tle more than one week away, an­other ship will take over guard­ing Eu­ropa once we’ve fin­ished our as­sign­ment. We won’t have to wait on the trans­port.”

  The three men were dis­tracted as a smil­ing Nobek ap­proach a woman sus­pended nearby. He held a thin, stiff strap. The pale, naked nun sobbed while his free hand stroked her sex. Even as her juices wet the Nobek’s fin­gers, she shook her head vi­o­lently at him.

  Con­cern etched the Nobek’s fea­tures, chas­ing the an­tic­i­pa­tion away. He mur­mured some­thing to the woman. She shook her head again, weep­ing softly.

  The Nobek frowned. “I know you en­joy this,” he said, loud enough for Tra­nis to hear. He held up his glis­ten­ing hand, show­ing her the ev­i­dence. “Look at how your body re­sponds to my touch.”

  “It’s a sin,” she choked out.

  “It is nat­u­ral. It is your right as a liv­ing be­ing and woman to en­joy plea­sure. It is what you need, along with other things we of­fer you. Look at my strap, lit­tle lovely. Re­mem­ber how we played be­fore? I’m go­ing to give you what makes you feel good. That’s what I’m here for, Matara.”

  He stood to one side of the weep­ing woman and swung the strap. It struck her but­tocks with an echo­ing crack, and she jerked in the cuffs. The ter­ror in her face dis­ap­peared, chased away by ec­stasy. She made a happy sound.

  “More,” she begged.

  The Nobek smiled again and obliged her, spank­ing her ass soundly to their mu­tual plea­sure. The next time he stroked her pussy, con­cen­trat­ing his ef­forts on her clit, she cli­maxed.

  Tra­nis swal­lowed, imag­in­ing pretty lit­tle Cas­sidy in the nun’s place, learn­ing the de­lights of pain mixed with de­sire. “I guess it’s not too early for dis­ci­pline play?”

  De­gorsk crooked a grin, the woman’s re­sponse ap­par­ently of­fer­ing him some re­lief from his wor­ries. “Some of these scourge them­selves as part of their re­li­gious prac­tice. They re­ceive plea­sure from suf­fer­ing. Since so many of us en­joy the dis­ci­plinary arts, that part of the re-ed­u­ca­tion has been suc­cess­ful with such women.”

  Li­don blew out a heavy breath, his gaze riv­eted on the pink streaks the strap left on the woman’s but­tocks. “That’s a sweet gift for a clan if she can get past the rest of her in­hi­bi­tions.”

  Shak­ing his head to free him­self of the spell of his sur­round­ings, De­gorsk said to Tra­nis, “I have news on the Earther cap­tain. He’d been tam­pered with.”

  “Tam­pered with? In what way?”

  “There was a small im­plant in his heart that was set to ex­plode if non-Earther drugs were in­tro­duced to his sys­tem.”

  “Ex­plode?”

  “A very small det­o­na­tion. Just enough to fa­tally dam­age his heart.” De­gorsk sighed heav­ily. “I had the techs deep scan Gen­eral Hamil­ton, and he has a sim­i­lar de­vice im­planted in his heart as well.”

  Li­don’s face dark­ened. “These Mataras were se­dated with our drugs.”

  “They haven’t been com­pro­mised. I’m as­sum­ing only Earth­ers with crit­i­cal tac­ti­cal knowl­edge have been im­planted.”

  “The cap­tain of a courier trans­port should hardly have im­por­tant in­for­ma­tion.”

  “He knew the codes to get in and out of the se­cu­rity grid. That might have been enough.”

  Li­don growled a curse. “Can the gen­eral’s im­plant be re­moved?”

  “Such an at­tempt would also set off the de­vice.”

  Li­don ex­changed a frown with Tra­nis. “The Earth­ers guard their se­crets well.”

  Tra­nis thought. “What of clas­sic in­ter­ro­ga­tion meth­ods? Will that do dam­age?”

  “Thanks for let­ting me give you some good news.” The Imdiko gave him an en­cour­ag­ing smile. “The de­vice is set up specif­i­cally to re­act against for­eign chem­i­cal agents and re­moval. Nor­mal in­ter­ro­ga­tion should be safe, in­clud­ing phys­i­cal in­duce­ments.”

  Li­don didn’t look op­ti­mistic. “He won’t bow eas­ily to stan­dard meth­ods, not even if pain is in­volved.”

  Tra­nis blew out a heavy breath. “We have no choice. You and I will be­gin in­tense in­ter­ro­ga­tion with non-in­ju­ri­ous pain com­po­nents.”

  De­gorsk gri­maced. “Pain in­flic­tors are so bar­baric.”

  “At least he won’t be phys­i­cally hurt.”

  “The emo­tional toll can be more harm­ful. Just ask these women.”

  “We have to end this war.”

  A low beep in­ter­rupted their bur­geon­ing ar­gu­ment. Li­don yanked his lo­ca­tor from his belt and stud­ied it. A smile hinted at his lips. “Our Matara is here.”

  Tra­nis darted a quick glance to­wards the vent open­ing. “Is she? I won­der what she thinks of our re-ed­u­ca­tion cen­ter.”

  Li­don watched the read­out for a mo­ment. “She’s not in a hurry to leave. She’s tak­ing a long, slow look at the fun.” He tucked the lo­ca­tor back on his belt. “I have a plan of cap­ture, but a lot will de­pend on Cas­sidy’s cu­rios­ity.”

  Tra­nis re­sisted the urge to look to­wards the vent again. “Hold that thought, Li­don.” He raised his voice to ad­dress his staff. “Ev­ery­one’s at­ten­tion, please.”

  All Kalquo­ri­ans paused in their ac­tiv­i­ties to at­tend their cap­tain. The women sagged in their bonds; some in re­lief, oth­ers with moans of in­com­ple­tion.

  “Crew, our one es­capee is view­ing this op­er­a­tion right now. I would take it as a per­sonal fa­vor if you’d give our voyeur a good show. Con­cen­trate your ef­forts on mak­ing the women feel as much plea­sure as you can. I know some are re­sis­tant, but do your best.”

  Grins all around him an­swered bet­ter than the re­sound­ing, “Yes, Cap­tain!” The men ea­gerly went back to work. For a mo­ment there was panic from the Earth­ers as the rest were bit­ten.

  Tra­nis swal­lowed. “I need food,” he said de­spite the no­table ab­sence of his ap­petite. “You can tell me your plan while I eat, Li­don.”

  Tra­nis took a last look around at the in­fir­mary. He noted with re­lief that those women dis­play­ing fear were suc­cumb­ing to in­tox­i­ca­tion. Their faces be­gan to go eu­phoric with sen­sual warmth, due to the bites of his men. The fe­males’ de­lighted groans filled the room. Feel­ing bet­ter that none were suf­fer­ing ter­ror, at least for the next few min­utes, Tra­nis led his clan out of the in­fir­mary.

  * * * *

  In her vent, Cas­sidy barely no­ticed when Li­don and his com­pan­ions left. Her stunned gaze took in the as­pi­rants and nuns b
ound to beds and sus­pended in the air, many of them re­cip­i­ents of the Kalquo­ri­ans’ im­moral at­ten­tions.

  Just be­fore Li­don’s group left, one Kalquo­rian took the cen­ter of the room. His cling­ing green-trimmed form­suit showed his erec­tions to ad­van­tage. He spoke loudly in his own lan­guage, ap­par­ently ad­dress­ing the rest of the room. A few women screamed, and Cas­sidy saw what they re­acted to: the sud­den ap­pear­ance of fangs in the Kalquo­ri­ans’ up­per jaws.

  They must be hinged, like rat­tlesnake fangs. Sev­eral women were bit­ten, like Tina had been. Necks, shoul­ders, thighs and breasts were punc­tured, re­sult­ing in cries of pain.

  The Kalquo­rian stand­ing in the mid­dle of the in­fir­mary spoke in Eng­lish. “There is no rea­son to fear the bite, Mataras. You will learn the in­tox­i­cant from our fangs brings you eu­pho­ria. The in­stant of pain is your en­trance to the plea­sure you have been de­nied for too long. Feel it fill­ing your bod­ies. Un­der­stand this is what you were meant to en­joy.”

  As he spoke, the room filled with moans and sighs. The bit­ten women re­laxed in their bonds, and their faces suf­fused with bliss. Li­don, the man who’d plea­sured him­self in Cas­sidy’s cell, and the man with the long braid left the in­fir­mary.

  “It’s a sin! Fight it, all of you!”

  The voice of Sis­ter Bernadette rose above the min­gled groans. Cas­sidy saw that the strictest of the nuns hung sus­pended in one cor­ner. Bernadette had not been bit­ten yet.

  It was no sur­prise to Cas­sidy that of all of them, Bernadette seemed to re­main un­touched. Even Kalquo­ri­ans would think twice be­fore bit­ing that woman. She had al­ways kept the as­pi­rants in a thrall of ter­ror, more so than even the stern Mother Su­pe­rior.

  Bernadette held her head high de­spite her nu­dity and the cuffs that held her spread-ea­gled in the air. Cas­sidy was star­tled to see the most-feared mem­ber of the con­vent was not hideous with­out her con­ceal­ing face scarf, wim­ple, and habit. The nun’s body was thin, but not overly so. Her breasts were small but per­fectly round. Long brown curls hung half­way down her torso. Had Bernadette’s ex­pres­sion re­laxed into a smile, she might have even been lovely.

  The Kalquo­rian who had spo­ken to ev­ery­one ap­proached the re­strained nun with slow, de­lib­er­ate steps. “Your god made you for sex­ual plea­sures, my dear, both to pro­vide and re­ceive. You have al­ready shown you are ex­cep­tion­ally ready to ex­plore your needs.”

  Bernadette’s lips thinned as he neared, but she showed no fear. “You lie. Fall­ing prey to weak­nesses of the flesh is evil. I am not evil.”

  He stroked the deep, glossy curls that fell be­low her shoul­ders. “No, you are not evil. You are, how­ever, a woman born to be ex­alted and pro­vided for. You are a lifebringer, the most pre­cious of all cre­ations. We will show you your true na­ture, my beauty. You will show these oth­ers just how a woman should be with a man.”

  To the rest of the room he an­nounced, “If you would give me your at­ten­tion, I will train you on some of the more sen­si­tive parts of the Earther fe­male anatomy.”

  With a com­mand in Kalquo­rian, the bonds hold­ing Bernadette car­ried her through the air, plac­ing her at the cen­ter of the wall fac­ing the room. The alien in the green-trimmed uni­form fol­lowed her and ad­dressed the at­ten­tive Kalquo­ri­ans. “Place two fin­gers in­side the women,” he in­structed. He shoved his fin­gers in his mouth, wet­ting them. “Palms fac­ing for­ward. I will demon­strate.”

  Bernadette’s mus­cles tensed as the Kalquo­rian in­serted his long, thick fin­gers into her sex. “Slowly and gen­tly,” he con­tin­ued, press­ing into her, let­ting his fin­gers stroke in and out. “Later some of these will find they en­joy plea­sures of the rougher, more vig­or­ous va­ri­ety, but for now go easy.”

  A cho­rus of moans rose as the other Kalquo­ri­ans copied his move­ments on the in­tox­i­cated women. Cas­sidy watched many of them arch against the strong, brown hands, invit­ing the aliens’ vi­o­la­tions.

  “For your souls, re­sist these mon­sters!” Bernadette screamed. She writhed in her bonds, try­ing to es­cape the gen­tle pen­e­tra­tion of her tor­men­tor. He mur­mured in her ear, ef­fort­lessly con­tin­u­ing the in­va­sion.

  He turned back to his wait­ing au­di­ence. “Work your fin­gers in and out as you would your penises dur­ing in­ter­course. Again, keep your move­ments gen­tle. What we are aim­ing for is to get their lu­bri­ca­tion flow­ing and to heighten their plea­sure.”

  Ig­nor­ing Bernadette’s strug­gles, the Kalquo­rian kept mov­ing his fin­gers in and out with ex­ag­ger­ated mo­tions to show the rest of his men what to do. Cas­sidy licked her lips to see him work the soft pink folds with as­sur­ance.

  “You will note a hard nub of flesh at the front of the sex’s lips. This is called a cli­toris, and it con­tains many sen­si­tive nerves. If you will flick or rub this gen­tly with your thumb, it will pro­duce plea­sur­able sen­sa­tions for the Mataras. This will en­hance the lu­bri­ca­tion as well.”

  The room erupted in groans from the women as the men car­ried out his in­struc­tions. De­lighted chuck­les from the Kalquo­ri­ans joined the sounds of bliss. They seemed over­joyed that they were mak­ing the women re­spond with plea­sure. It was as if mak­ing the cap­tives feel good was im­por­tant to the alien con­querors.

  Cas­sidy’s hand slipped in­side her panties, the ache of her own sex too much to bear. See­ing the other women en­joy­ing car­nal de­sires had her body ri­ot­ing with want. She rocked against her fin­gers, pre­tend­ing it was a Kalquo­rian’s hand mas­sag­ing her help­less flesh. She bit her lip to keep from moan­ing as plea­sure rose in her belly.

  Bernadette sobbed, her ef­forts to es­cape the teacher’s fondling no longer con­tin­u­ous, but com­ing in fits and starts. Cas­sidy watched in shock as the Kalquo­ri­ans’ fin­gers emerged from her sheath glis­ten­ing with thick honey. Right­eous, un­bend­ing Sis­ter Bernadette was en­joy­ing car­nal plea­sures? It was un­think­able!

  “Now rub your fin­ger­tips along the front wall in­side the sex. You are look­ing for a mass of nerve end­ings. You will know it when you find it—”

  Bernadette wailed, her en­tire body tens­ing. Her head fell back, and she jerked as if in seizure.

  “And there is yours, my pet. Did you think I would not use it against you again?” the Kalquo­rian chuck­led. More cries rang through­out the room. “Do not fight it,” he coaxed Bernadette, his hand work­ing faster against her. “You know what I of­fer. Even with­out the bite, you want this.”

  She groaned. Her hips lifted and fell, lifted and fell as she moved to plea­sure her flesh with the Kalquo­rian’s know­ing fin­gers.

  “Good girl. Very good. Why would your cre­ator de­sign you thus if not for plea­sure?”

  “Please.” Bernadette’s thin whis­per was nearly lost in the grow­ing cries of the other women.

  “That is not an an­swer.”

  The teacher with­drew his fin­gers and stepped back. He put the wet dig­its in his mouth, suck­ing them. Bernadette sobbed, thrust­ing her sex to­wards him in des­per­a­tion.

  He grasped the crotch of his strain­ing form­suit, open­ing it and free­ing the ea­ger, wet flesh. Bernadette’s eyes widened, and she twisted, try­ing to hide her face against her shoul­der.

  The Kalquo­rian came to her, press­ing his mus­cu­lar body to her slight, shud­der­ing frame. One hand clasped her but­tocks, shift­ing her pelvis up­ward. The other hand worked be­tween them, po­si­tion­ing his sexes. “You were meant for this.”

  “Please,” Bernadette whim­pered, and Cas­sidy wasn’t sure if she was beg­ging to be re­leased or taken.

  The Kalquo­rian’s hips rocked against her, and Bernadette cried out, her head fall­ing back. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She tensed and cried out ag
ain.

  “It is all right. You were made for this plea­sure. Say it, my beauty.” His but­tocks flexed as he moved.

  Cas­sidy knew he was in­side Bernadette now, his cocks buried deep in her flesh. Her fin­gers slipped be­tween the lips of her own sex, find­ing the open­ing that begged to be breached. She watched the room full of Kalquo­ri­ans thrust against the women and lis­tened to their de­lighted moans fill the air. Loud­est of all was Bernadette, her pinched fea­tures re­laxed with bliss as de­sire took her far from her vows. She re­ally was pretty when she looked that way.

  “You were made for this plea­sure. Say it,” the Kalquo­rian de­manded.

  If Sis­ter Bernadette had suc­cumbed to lust, what hope did Cas­sidy have of re­sist­ing her most evil de­sires? What was the point of fight­ing when the most harshly de­vout of God’s fol­low­ers had fallen from grace?

  Cas­sidy’s fin­ger slipped into her core, pen­e­trat­ing the tight soft­ness of her wom­an­hood. She jerked against the de­light of feel­ing flesh within her, of the yawn­ing empti­ness fi­nally filled. Her fin­ger slid in and out of the grasp­ing sheath, her palm rub­bing against her cli­toris to send sweet shocks of plea­sure tum­bling through her.

  “You were made for plea­sure.” The Kalquo­rian was in­sis­tent.

  Cas­sidy watched Bernadette’s last bit of re­solve crum­ble as he drove harder against her. Her moans were con­tin­u­ous, but she man­aged to gasp, “I was made for plea­sure.”

  His hips bucked faster. “Say it again.”

  Her cries grew louder. “I was made for plea­sure.”

  “Again.”

  Cas­sidy’s palm rubbed harder against the strain­ing nub, and she plunged a sec­ond fin­ger in­side as Bernadette’s wail rose to a crescendo. “I was made for plea­sure!”

  The Kalquo­rian’s voice was an an­i­mal growl, and he rut­ted fu­ri­ously. “Again!”

  “I was made for plea­sure!” Bernadette screamed and Cas­sidy whis­pered at once.

  Cas­sidy didn’t see Bernadette reach or­gasm, nor the howl­ing Kalquo­rian. Her own cli­max burst through her, the strong­est she’d known thus far, and she bent dou­ble as her belly clenched in ec­static waves. Her sex pulled at her fin­gers, hun­grily milk­ing them for the seed they couldn’t pro­vide. Only in­stinct kept her from cry­ing out loud, though a part of her wished she could be cap­tured, held pris­oner, and rav­ished by the de­bauched alien men.

 

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