Alien Conquest

Alien Conquest Page 10

by Tracy St. John

  Chap­ter 5

  Tra­nis choked down the re­mains of his food pouch as he and his clan gath­ered in Cas­sidy’s cell. Nu­tri­ent-rich and fill­ing, the things were still an abom­i­na­tion on the tongue. No one had time to go to the con­vent’s kitchen to cook real food. Even the poor cap­tured Mataras were forced to eat the taste­less, gritty emer­gency ra­tions. Hope­fully Tra­nis’ re­lief would be able to pro­vide bet­ter sus­te­nance for the women.

  He and De­gorsk sat on the nar­row bed in the es­capee’s cell while Li­don leaned against one wall, smil­ing at his lo­ca­tor. “Cas­sidy’s spend­ing a long time watch­ing the re-ed­u­ca­tion. She can’t be too up­set with what she’s see­ing. With her voyeuris­tic ten­den­cies, I sus­pect that’s where we’ll catch her.”

  Tra­nis sighed. “We can’t spend much more time here. We have to go back to the ship. You need to con­cen­trate on de­cod­ing the Earther trans­port’s se­cu­rity ma­trix.” He looked at De­gorsk. “You have to find a way past that im­plant in Hamil­ton’s heart, and I need to in­ter­ro­gate him. As much as I would like to chase the girl down, we have a war to end.”

  Li­don grinned. “We don’t have to chase her if my plan works. I’m go­ing to rig ev­ery aux­il­iary shaft that leads to the var­i­ous rooms in this build­ing. I’ve al­ready done this one.” He raised his eyes to the vent cover over Tra­nis’ head. “All she has to do is en­ter one to trig­ger—”

  His lo­ca­tor beeped, in­ter­rupt­ing him. He checked the read­out. “She’s leav­ing the re-ed­u­ca­tion area and head­ing this way.”

  De­gorsk smirked. “Maybe she’s hop­ing Tra­nis is back in her bed. I’m sure she liked what she saw.” He nudged the Dramok cap­tain, wag­gling his eye­brows.

  Tra­nis al­lowed him­self a smile of his own. He re­mem­bered the tiny moan com­ing from the vent as he’d stim­u­lated him­self to cli­max. “I hope she did. She’ll be look­ing at me for the rest of her life. What kind of trap did you set?”

  Li­don held up his hand, study­ing the lo­ca­tor with rapt at­ten­tion. His voice was hushed. “She’s nearly here. Let’s see if she is com­ing back for an­other look at you.”

  They sat qui­etly for the next minute. Li­don raised his gaze to the vent open­ing then looked back down at the lo­ca­tor. He spoke, his voice so low that Tra­nis was forced to read the Nobek’s lips. “She’s just out­side the aux­il­iary shaft now. She’s stopped. Come on, Cas­sidy. Take an­other peek. That’s it, lit­tle Earther, just a bit closer…”

  He stood up straight, clamp­ing the lo­ca­tor to his belt. A fierce grin lit his face. “She trig­gered the gas. She can’t back out far enough to get out of my reach now. Three-two-one. And it’s nap time for our lit­tle girl.”

  Tra­nis and De­gorsk stood, look­ing at the open­ing over­head. Li­don stepped up on the bed where Tra­nis had been sit­ting and yanked the vent cover off. He jumped into the nar­row shaft and slid out of sight. A thump, a few taps of move­ment, and he slid back out. Tra­nis’ heart leapt when the Nobek pulled the small un­con­scious Earther out with him.

  Tra­nis and De­gorsk ea­gerly grabbed at Cas­sidy, help­ing Li­don to lay her on the bed. The girl’s hair, so pale it was nearly white, was long enough to pil­low her torso. Her face, calm in the re­pose of sleep, was love­lier than Tra­nis re­mem­bered. Round and child­like, she was the pic­ture of in­no­cence. He’d never seen such per­fec­tion.

  His voice husky with emo­tion, Tra­nis asked, “By the an­ces­tors, look at her. How long will she be un­con­scious?”

  De­gorsk sounded as moved. “Only a few min­utes. The seda­tive gas is mild and Li­don’s trap con­tained a minis­cule amount.”

  “Let’s pre­pare our new Matara for her clan­mates. Or is there some­thing in the re-ed­u­ca­tion pro­to­cols that says to not claim her right away?”

  “No, the board says the sooner, the bet­ter.” De­gorsk sounded un­cer­tain, but when Tra­nis looked at him ques­tion­ingly, he only shrugged and pulled off Cas­sidy’s blocky black shoes.

  The men re­moved the heavy dress only to find a lighter, airier sheath be­neath it. “Too many damned clothes,” Li­don growled.

  “Not any­more.” They tugged the sec­ond dress free too, then the bra and panties. At last Cas­sidy lay ex­posed to them.

  She was rounder than many of the women they’d cap­tured. Soft and volup­tuous, Cas­sidy was much more to Tra­nis’ tastes than her skin­nier coun­ter­parts. He couldn’t re­sist touch­ing her, let­ting his dark brown hands sink gen­tly into the mal­leable flesh of her thighs, belly, and breasts. His clan­mates also ca­ressed her, their eyes drink­ing in her white un­spoiled skin, her round young breasts, and the furry vee of her sex.

  De­gorsk wet his fin­gers in his mouth and used them to care­fully stretch Cas­sidy’s sweet lit­tle anal rosette. Mean­while, Tra­nis and Li­don de­lighted them­selves with stroking the girl’s cur­va­ceous body. They played with her nip­ples to make them hard. They licked and kissed her ten­der skin to drown them­selves in her fla­vor.

  The men’s spicy arousal scent rose all around them. The agree­able ache in Tra­nis’ groin made him ea­ger for Cas­sidy to wake so they could start her on her new path in life, a life in which she would be­come the cen­ter of the Dramok’s world.

  De­gorsk pulled his fin­gers loose from her tighter ori­fice. As if miss­ing him, Cas­sidy whim­pered. She moved be­neath their grasp­ing hands, and her eyes flut­tered. Tra­nis’ body thrummed with new ten­sion as she re­gained con­scious­ness.

  * * * *

  Cas­sidy had just be­come aware of hands on her naked flesh when sharp pain stabbed into her neck. She cried out, push­ing against the warm body bent over hers. Her hands pressed against what felt like vel­vety skin stretched over gran­ite.

  “Easy,” some­one said. “I told you I’d catch you, my pet. Even so, you have noth­ing to be afraid of. We won’t harm you.”

  She knew that deep voice, and her eyes flew open as the Kalquo­rian’s fangs with­drew and the man who’d bit­ten her sat up. The biter was Li­don’s sharp-fea­tured com­pan­ion who wore his waist-long hair in a braid. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her. Li­don and their other com­pan­ion, the one Cas­sidy had watched plea­sur­ing him­self in this very room, stood by the bed.

  Their hands roamed her naked body, ca­ress­ing her soft flesh. Her breath caught to be touched, and her guts flexed in re­ac­tion.

  Mo­men­tary ter­ror spiked even as a strange lan­guor took hold of Cas­sidy’s limbs. Sooth­ing warmth in­vaded her body, mak­ing it dif­fi­cult to re­sist. Still, she knew she must fight them off. She cried out and tried to shove the men away, strug­gling against their de­mand­ing hands. The three aliens eas­ily thwarted her ef­forts, press­ing her back down on her back and pin­ning her an­kles and hands. Af­ter a few mo­ments of writhing to no avail, Cas­sidy’s heavy body fell still. She panted from fad­ing fear and ex­er­tion, her eyes wide as she looked at her cap­tors. Con­tent­ment, a bizarre sen­sa­tion given her sit­u­a­tion, stole through her brain.

  “Hello, Cas­sidy,” the big­gest Kalquo­rian said. She shiv­ered at his deep voice, at the way his pur­ple cat’s eyes looked at her. Her skin bumped into goose­flesh.

  When she only stared at the bearded man, he con­tin­ued to speak. “My name is Tra­nis. I’ve been look­ing for­ward to meet­ing you.”

  Sur­prise and eu­pho­ria col­lab­o­rated to calm the last of Cas­sidy’s weak strug­gles. She stared at Tra­nis. Wow, he was even more hand­some up close. Her in­sides flexed again. She licked her lips.

  “How do you know my name? Oh that’s right; I told Li­don,” she said, feel­ing the warmth of Tra­nis’ hands on her shoul­ders. She thought of how nice they would feel on her breasts. Arousal added to the in­tox­i­cant cours­ing through her veins.

  No, no, no. She was su
p­posed to re­sist these men … these en­e­mies of Earth. She was sup­posed to de­spise them and fight with all her strength.

  I feel so floaty and nice though. Much too nice to fight. Be­sides, Li­don said they wouldn’t hurt me. They sure don’t look mean. Even if they are, they’re big­ger than me. How am I sup­posed to fight such large, strong men? Just look at those mus­cles.

  Cas­sidy lay very quiet now, wait­ing to see what they’d do next. She won­dered if the hands on her would move, spread­ing their warmth all over her body. A flash of heated ex­cite­ment clenched her lower ab­domen.

  “We know a great deal about you,” Tra­nis said. His rich voice felt good in her ears.

  Li­don, who held her wrists pinned to ei­ther side of her head added, “We’re ready to learn more. We want to dis­cover ev­ery­thing to do with you.”

  The heat in his stare made Cas­sidy’s nether re­gions tighten harder than ever. She moaned, mak­ing Li­don smile. The ex­pres­sion soft­ened the fierce face, and he was sud­denly as en­tranc­ing as Tra­nis.

  The third man who held her an­kles spoke up. “I’m De­gorsk. I’m very glad to meet you, Cas­sidy.”

  De­spite the strength in his hands, De­gorsk’s grip on her was gen­tle. The kind­ness on his face was at odds with him hold­ing her nude body down. Al­though, tell the truth and shame the devil, be­ing pinned be­neath the three men was nice. Cas­sidy didn’t feel they were be­ing cruel at all. She liked that they were mak­ing her stay with them.

  Some small part of her mud­dled brain whis­pered she shouldn’t be do­ing this, ly­ing naked in front of men. She’d go to Hell for such sin. “Where are my clothes?”

  De­gorsk gave her a gen­tle smile that warmed her all the way to her toes. Oh, she wanted to kiss those up­turned lips and find out if they were as soft as they looked.

  He told her, “Don’t worry. We’ll join you in your naked­ness so you don’t feel so strange about it.” He glanced at her com­pan­ions. “She’s in­tox­i­cated enough to let loose.”

  The men re­leased her, bring­ing dis­ap­point­ment to the fore for Cas­sidy. She didn’t want to be re­leased. How­ever, what they did next more than made up for that. All three be­gan peel­ing away their black ar­mored form­suits. They stripped as she watched, giv­ing a show that was for her and her alone.

  Cas­sidy lay still as if hyp­no­tized, watch­ing as each su­perbly mus­cled torso came into view. Her sin­ful flesh flexed at the sight of bulging arms, chis­eled chests, and carved abs. Her fin­gers twitched, and her hands started to raise up of their own ac­cord. She ached to touch the men.

  “This is a sin,” she croaked au­to­mat­i­cally, barely reg­is­ter­ing her own words.

  “Ac­cord­ing to your faith, it’s not wrong if you’re mar­ried,” Tra­nis re­as­sured her as he yanked his boots off. “As a pris­oner of war, you are now un­der the con­trol of the Kalquo­rian Em­pire. More im­por­tantly, you’re our Matara now, which is the same as be­ing our wife. My clan claims you. You are our life­mate from this mo­ment on.”

  He stripped away the lower part of his form­suit, and his glo­ri­ous twin set of penises came into view be­tween his thickly mus­cled thighs. “I don’t un­der­stand,” Cas­sidy mum­bled, un­able to tear her eyes from the amaz­ing sight. “How can we be mar­ried?”

  “All will be clear soon enough.” Li­don also stood over her naked, his body ev­ery bit as de­li­cious as Tra­nis’.

  Then Cas­sidy saw his right leg. Her heart lurched in sym­pa­thy for the alien male as the ter­ri­bly scarred flesh cap­tured her at­ten­tion. Livid white slashes cre­ated a patch­work quilt of flesh over­lay­ing strangely lumped and hol­lowed mus­cle pat­terns. The mis­shapen limb didn’t jibe with the sleek beauty of Li­don’s left leg. It didn’t match the rest of his per­fec­tion at all. No won­der he limped. She won­dered what had hap­pened to in­jure him so badly.

  Cas­sidy reached to touch his thigh, run­ning gen­tle fin­ger­tips over the dev­as­tated leg. “Poor Li­don. Are you in pain?”

  His hand closed over hers. He moved her hand from his thigh to the larger of his two sexes, rub­bing her palm over the wet bul­let-shaped or­gan. She gasped to feel his heat as well as the slick­ness of his cock. The mois­ture, which seemed to ex­ude from his pores, was much like the juices that es­caped her pussy.

  Li­don moaned in de­light as he made her rub his sex up and down from root to tip. “It feels bet­ter if you touch me here. Any pain I feel is for­got­ten.”

  The honey seep­ing from Cas­sidy’s sex flowed faster. The Kalquo­rian’s devil flesh was hot and felt like silk over steel. A scent, like the sharp tang of cin­na­mon, washed over her. She’d smelled it be­fore and thought of what she’d seen in Tina’s cell and the in­fir­mary. Cas­sidy had a hard time catch­ing her breath. Would these men do the same ex­cit­ing things to her that had been done to the other women? Her in­sides bub­bled at the idea.

  “Are we re­ally mar­ried?”

  Tra­nis crawled onto the bed, lay­ing his mas­sive body over hers, keep­ing his weight bal­anced on his el­bows and knees. “You be­long to us in ev­ery way pos­si­ble, Cas­sidy.”

  His moist sexes lay heav­ily on her soft belly. She shiv­ered in tick­lish an­tic­i­pa­tion de­spite the warmth of him cov­er­ing her. “I can’t be mar­ried to three men. Es­pe­cially not three aliens.”

  “You can and you are. We can dis­cuss your con­cerns about it later. For now, let’s cel­e­brate our union.”

  Li­don re­leased her hand as Tra­nis moved his legs be­tween hers. The change in po­si­tion made her thighs move far apart. Cas­sidy’s breath caught to feel the folds of her sex open. It was as if her wom­an­hood in­vited the man in.

  The tips of Tra­nis’ penises touched her there. In­tense arousal washed over Cas­sidy. She cried out.

  The sound of her ex­cite­ment chased some of the eu­pho­ria away. It was enough that she was able to mount a ver­bal protest, though her body felt agree­able to what was about to hap­pen.

  “You bit me,” Cas­sidy groaned, mak­ing one last stand for her in­tegrity. She felt per­versely glad she would fail to con­vince these men to stop the se­duc­tion. “Your venom drugs women and makes them want to be im­moral.”

  God help her, she wanted to be very im­moral with the aliens.

  Tra­nis chuck­led, his breath warm on her face. “The in­tox­i­cant helps erase all in­hi­bi­tions. It’s good to hear you wish to shed a bit of your so-called virtue.”

  His lips closed over hers. The kiss was light, al­most dainty for such a Go­liath of a man. Ev­ery cell of Cas­sidy’s be­ing riv­eted on that hot, wet warmth against her mouth. The way his lips moved over hers made need bel­low in her gut.

  Cas­sidy’s belly felt swollen from arousal. Her lips tasted Tra­nis’ as her body clam­ored for any and all con­tact she could get from the alien. With­out think­ing, she ran her hands over the alien’s shoul­ders. She was amazed at their breadth and could feel his strength, as if it poured over her fin­gers. The power of his frame was aphro­disi­a­cal, a tes­ta­ment to how much she wanted to sur­ren­der to him. The idea made her hips buck for­ward as prim­i­tive need gal­va­nized her body. The in­vol­un­tary move­ment caused the tips of his penises to en­ter her vagina and anus. She froze at the inch of in­fil­tra­tion.

  Tra­nis broke the kiss to stare at her, the pur­ple depths of his eyes drown­ing pools. “I am in­side you, my Matara. Your in­no­cence is lost.”

  Cas­sidy fought for a sense of right­eous­ness, for the strength to re­sist. Moral­ity was nowhere to be found. With that sweet, heady bit of pen­e­tra­tion, her body clam­ored even louder to be filled by Tra­nis. The bliss of his naked­ness touch­ing hers, the joy of his kiss, feel­ing him hard and ready to claim her vir­gin­ity, all made her want to suc­cumb to him, sin or not. She bal­anced for a mo­ment, caught equally be­t
ween the dic­tates of her re­li­gion and the pas­sion of her de­sires.

  Tra­nis’ mouth de­scended on Cas­sidy’s again, his tongue sweep­ing in to twine about hers. At the same mo­ment, he pressed his groin against her, push­ing his hard lengths fur­ther into her pas­sages. The elec­tric sen­sa­tion over­whelmed ev­ery thought of de­cency she pos­sessed. Her arms and legs wrapped around the Kalquo­rian, pulling him closer, deeper.

  Cas­sidy’s nether re­gions ached as her sheath and anus stretched to ac­com­mo­date the thick, alien or­gans. To her de­lighted sur­prise, it was a won­der­ful ache. It trans­lated into a rough pulse that filled her belly with de­li­cious plea­sure. As Tra­nis tasted the soft in­sides of her mouth, he steadily filled her, mak­ing the rap­ture swell ever greater within her body. A shock of pain re­ver­ber­ated through her as his slow in­va­sion tore the thin mem­brane in­side. Cas­sidy cried out, pulling her lips from his.

  “Easy,” he soothed, hold­ing statue-still for a mo­ment. “The pain is done. It will never trou­ble you again.”

  Her cry died into soft whim­pers as the brief agony faded. The ea­ger de­light of be­ing pen­e­trated re­turned, eclips­ing the mo­men­tary an­guish.

  Tra­nis kissed Cas­sidy again. She rubbed her tongue against his, en­joy­ing the scratchy rough­ness of the flesh. Ev­ery­thing about this man was a de­light; the rock-hard mus­cles of his body, the soft waves of his hair she buried her hands in, and the long, rigid staves he pushed into her need­ful flesh. Her core con­vulsed around him, as if to draw him in­side in his en­tirety. It was as if a miss­ing piece of her was re­join­ing the whole.

 

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