Alien Conquest

Alien Conquest Page 12

by Tracy St. John

  “Come for me, pet,” he gasped. “Come for me now.”

  Li­don rode her hard and fast. The swift spi­ral of ec­stasy left Cas­sidy no time to draw breath. Plea­sure bal­looned in her belly and crested, leav­ing her jerk­ing be­neath Li­don. Her sheath clutched him in des­per­ate or­gasm, its in­sis­tence pulling a thick rib­bon of fluid from him. He screamed with her, his bel­low mak­ing her ears ring. He strained hard against her, veins pop­ping out of his mus­cles as he poured ela­tion in­side her body. Then Li­don groaned. He col­lapsed over Cas­sidy.

  A few mo­ments later he stirred, slowly drag­ging his heavy body off hers. He ca­ressed her face with a ten­der­ness that seemed im­pos­si­ble fol­low­ing his de­li­cious as­sault.

  Li­don turned to Tra­nis and De­gorsk, both of whom sat on the floor watch­ing. “Please make sure I didn’t harm her,” he said.

  “If I thought you were do­ing dam­age, we would have dragged you off,” De­gorsk said, ris­ing and join­ing them. Tra­nis fol­lowed. “But I’ll check for your peace of mind.”

  Cas­sidy lay still as his fin­gers care­fully probed her sex, in­tox­i­ca­tion and ex­haus­tion mak­ing her leaden. Sat­is­fac­tion per­me­ated her en­tire be­ing. If she had been a cat, she would have purred.

  “Mi­nor bruis­ing per­haps. She’d be sore from her first sex­ual en­counter any­way. For­tu­nately, Earther fe­males are re­mark­ably pli­ant. They’re made to ad­just to a va­ri­ety of sizes.”

  Cas­sidy gig­gled. “You make it sound like we’re as­sem­bled in a fac­tory.”

  De­gorsk smiled, and the warm re­gard in his ex­pres­sion made her feel safe. “I didn’t mean to. You’re an ex­cep­tional ex­am­ple of your species. I have no doubt there is no one that comes close to you, my unique beauty. I’m grate­ful to be your mate.”

  “You can’t be my mate,” she said. “It’s a sin, one they’ll ex­e­cute me for. I’ll go to Hell.”

  “We’ll dis­cuss that later. It’s time for you to get some sleep, my dear girl.”

  De­gorsk went to one of the rum­pled form­suits ly­ing on the floor and pulled a cylin­dri­cal ob­ject from a pouch on the belt. He re­turned to the bed.

  “What’s that, De­gorsk?” Cas­sidy asked, star­ing at the vial.

  “A mild seda­tive. I want you to rest for a lit­tle while be­fore we be­gin work on your ac­cep­tance of us as your clan.”

  He pressed one end of the cylin­der to her neck, and she tensed. There was no pain; just a brief pres­sure be­fore he took it away.

  Each man pressed a gen­tle kiss to her lips as the room turned gray. The last thing she saw was a pair of pur­ple cat’s eyes look­ing down on her.

  Cas­sidy’s cell and the Kalquo­ri­ans were washed away in sud­den dark­ness.

  Chap­ter 6

  The de­ten­tion area of the Kalquo­rian spy­ship had four cells and an ob­ser­va­tion area. Two guards were posted at all times at the ob­ser­va­tion sta­tion when a pris­oner was housed in the spy­ship’s small brig.

  It would have been in­hu­mane to crowd the cap­tured Earther trans­port crew into the de­ten­tion area. For the mo­ment, al­most all of them were con­fined in one of the Earther ship’s more com­modi­ous stor­age ar­eas and kept un­der heavy guard.

  The Kalquo­ri­ans had placed two pris­on­ers in their own de­ten­tion. One was the shut­tle pi­lot who’d been on Eu­ropa when the Kalquo­ri­ans ar­rived. He lay on the floor of his cell, sleep­ing. He’d pos­sessed no use­ful knowl­edge for his cap­tors. Af­ter ini­tial ques­tion­ing they’d left him alone ex­cept to give him ra­tions to eat.

  Upon ar­riv­ing on the spy­ship, Tra­nis and Li­don helped set­tle the un­con­scious Cas­sidy in their quar­ters with De­gorsk. Once they were cer­tain she and the Imdiko were taken care of, they went to the brig. There they found Gen­eral Hamil­ton pac­ing his tiny, bare cell.

  They en­tered the con­tain­ment to ques­tion the Earther. He showed lit­tle fear in his ex­pres­sion, but he backed against one of the fea­ture­less white walls from which harsh bright light em­anated.

  Tra­nis watched Gen­eral Hamil­ton si­mul­ta­ne­ously cover his naked­ness with both hands and stand tall with proud de­fi­ance. The Earther had been stripped of his cloth­ing as part of the strat­egy to break his will. With the alien’s sex­ual re­pres­sions, it was as good a tac­tic as any to tor­ment him with.

  The man wasn’t in bad shape for an older Earther, but his lean body looked un­fin­ished com­pared to the bulging physiques of his cap­tors. Hamil­ton’s spare frame re­sem­bled that of a pre-pubescent Kalquo­rian boy, an odd com­bi­na­tion with his lined face and bald head. It made Tra­nis feel a lit­tle ill as he tried to put the two dis­parate parts to­gether.

  Hamil­ton’s at­tempt at a dig­ni­fied pos­ture was thwarted not only by his hands shield­ing his gen­i­tals from Tra­nis and Li­don’s view, but also by his stance hard against the wall at his back. The ha­tred in his ex­pres­sion didn’t quite hide the fear peek­ing around the edges. Tra­nis felt grat­i­fied at his ob­vi­ous dis­com­fort. Play­ing against the gen­eral’s big­otry and prud­ish be­liefs might yield re­sults.

  The Kalquo­rian cap­tain folded his arms across his chest and stepped close to Hamil­ton, Li­don at his side. He looked point­edly at the Earther’s hands and shook his head with an amused chuckle. “Even you men are ashamed of your sex­ual na­tures.”

  To his credit, Hamil­ton didn’t shrink from his loom­ing cap­tors, though his breath­ing quick­ened at their near­ness. “You mon­sters are known for de­bauch­ery with men. Your clans are rife with ho­mo­sex­u­al­ity.”

  Tra­nis re­strained an urge to laugh at the in­ti­ma­tion Hamil­ton feared rape at their hands. “I do not find you at­trac­tive, Gen­eral. Your virtue, such as it is, is safe.”

  “Cas­sidy is quite lovely how­ever,” Li­don ob­served with low, sug­ges­tive tones. “I find her to be the pret­ti­est Earther fe­male of all the con­vent’s in­hab­i­tants. You must be proud to have such as her for a de­scen­dent.”

  Fury widened Hamil­ton’s eyes, and his body tensed. “What have you done? If you lay one hand on my grand­daugh­ter—”

  “Give us the se­cu­rity grid’s ac­cess code, and you have my word she will suf­fer no harm,” Tra­nis in­ter­rupted. Pro­tec­tive of his grand­daugh­ter, just as we hoped. Let’s see how much her wel­fare is worth to him.

  Hamil­ton barked harsh laugh­ter. “Trade one girl for bil­lions? You ex­pect me to give you fiends en­trance to Earth so you can en­slave all of our women? Never.”

  “Earther women are al­ready slaves,” Li­don said. “Your gov­ern­ment has made them sec­ond-class cit­i­zens, their worth only in the off­spring they pro­vide you. At least we ap­pre­ci­ate their gifts and abil­i­ties be­yond their child­bear­ing ca­pa­bil­i­ties.”

  The Earther snorted de­ri­sion. “God made woman from man, a help­mate to His di­vine cre­ation. She is there­fore sub­ju­gated to man. ‘And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man. And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, be­cause she was taken out of Man.’ From our holy book, you god­less hea­thens.”

  “‘The All brought forth women, bless­ing them with the wombs of cre­ation. From the women were born men. In grat­i­tude for their lives, the men up­lifted these life givers, pro­tect­ing and shel­ter­ing them from storms and preda­tors and en­e­mies.’ From my faith’s holy writ­ings, Earther.” Li­don was equally scorn­ful.

  “Blas­phemy! Women are in­her­ently evil, the ar­biters of orig­i­nal sin. If not kept obe­di­ent, they threaten the nat­u­ral saint­li­ness of men who were made in God’s own im­age.”

  Tra­nis hid his shock at Hamil­ton’s at­ti­tude. “Do you in­clude your grand­daugh­te
r in that de­scrip­tion?”

  At the men­tion of Cas­sidy, the gen­eral schooled his ex­pres­sion to be care­fully blank. “I’ve done my best to pro­tect her from her wicked na­ture.”

  Li­don’s dis­be­liev­ing laugh­ter echoed in the empty space. “Wicked na­ture? I have never met a more in­no­cent crea­ture.”

  Hamil­ton glow­ered at the Nobek. “Your cor­rup­tion knows noth­ing of blame­less pu­rity. At her heart lies a wan­ton slut, filled with de­prav­ity.”

  A low growl rolled from Li­don’s throat, and Tra­nis si­lenced him with a look. Hamil­ton did not need to know how high in es­teem they held the young woman … though the Dramok could have cheer­fully ripped the man’s tongue out for dar­ing to in­sult her.

  What was wrong with this man that he could not look at his own flesh and blood and see the re­mark­able crea­ture Cas­sidy was? By the an­ces­tors, Tra­nis hoped Hamil­ton was the ex­cep­tion and not the rule where Earth’s lead­er­ship was con­cerned.

  Re­turn­ing his at­ten­tion to the Earther, he said, “Cas­sidy sounds de­light­ful, Gen­eral. You tempt me to know her bet­ter.”

  He stroked his groin as he spoke. Think­ing of the girl now im­pris­oned in his quar­ters, bound naked to the clan’s bed, he im­me­di­ately achieved erec­tion.

  Hamil­ton tensed again as Tra­nis’ ea­ger flesh strained against his cling­ing form­suit. “I have spent these last five years right­ing the dam­age her har­lot mother did. Leave Cas­sidy alone.”

  “The ac­cess codes, then.”

  Hamil­ton pressed his lips to­gether and stared into space. Tra­nis and Li­don ex­changed a glance.

  Li­don asked. “Where are the girl’s par­ents now?”

  “Dead.”

  The sym­pa­thy in Tra­nis’ voice didn’t have to be con­trived. “Poor child. How lonely she must be stuck on this rock of a moon with no fam­ily. Why would you ex­ile her to such a bar­ren ex­is­tence?”

  His ques­tion was met with stony si­lence.

  Tra­nis con­sid­ered a mo­ment. Hamil­ton was shut­ting down, but he de­cided to give this ini­tial in­ter­view one last try. “The women on Eu­ropa have been most re­cep­tive to my men’s com­pan­ion­ship, Gen­eral. If Cas­sidy is so weak in her de­vo­tion to pu­rity and starved for af­fec­tion, I am sure she will wel­come my clan’s com­pany.”

  The gen­eral’s stoic re­serve didn’t wa­ver. “I won’t speak an­other word to you.”

  Li­don glanced at Tra­nis and rolled his eyes. “I’ll get the pain in­flic­tors.”

  Chap­ter 7

  De­gorsk slid two fin­gers into Cas­sidy’s wet warmth, his thumb trac­ing gen­tle cir­cles over her strain­ing bud. Her clit had en­gorged and turned an amaz­ing shade of red un­der his prod­ding. Her pussy trem­bled with ev­ery gen­tle coax­ing touch he gave her. She screamed with min­gled de­sire and rage, writhing against the soft re­straints ty­ing her to the clan’s mas­sive bed.

  “Tell me, Cas­sidy,” the Imdiko coached, his other hand stroking her round cheek. “Tell me how good it feels.”

  She twisted her head away. She kept her eyes screwed tightly shut, as if by not see­ing him she could deny his ex­is­tence. “No! You can rot in hell be­fore I tell you any such thing. It’s a sin!”

  De­gorsk rubbed his fin­gers in and out of her font, feel­ing how her sheath softly clutched at him. The lips of her sex were swollen from his at­ten­tions and her cli­toris strained from its hood. Moans mixed with Cas­sidy’s harsh, an­gry breaths. He mar­veled at how eas­ily her body suc­cumbed to plea­sur­able touch de­spite the pro­gram­ming she’d en­dured at the hands of her gov­ern­ment and re­li­gion. In­deed, he’d never known a fe­male of any species to be­come so quickly aroused. How vo­ra­cious would her ap­petite be if she’d not been con­di­tioned to fear sex?

  “Sweet Cas­sidy,” he whis­pered, ca­ress­ing down from her face to the soft swell of her breast. Her nip­ples pointed brazenly at the ceil­ing, invit­ing at­ten­tion. “I know my touch brings you joy. Your whole body is on fire with long­ing for me. You can’t deny it.”

  “I hate it. I hate you!” she cried be­tween clenched teeth.

  De­gorsk bit back a sigh. It was hard to co­erce his new life­mate as Kalquor’s psy­chi­atric board had dic­tated. Was this re­ally the right way to win Cas­sidy’s heart and soul? It seemed wrong, but un­til Eu­ropa, he’d had no ex­pe­ri­ence with Earther fe­males. He’d had damned lit­tle ex­pe­ri­ence with any fe­males out­side of broth­els, for that mat­ter. He had to con­cede he was no ex­pert cop­ing with the other gen­der’s emo­tions and needs.

  At least Cas­sidy wasn’t cry­ing, not like some of the other women who had been mated or were in the process of re-ed­u­ca­tion by his staff. In­stead, she re­sponded to his over­tures with fury. That was fine with De­gorsk. He could han­dle rage much bet­ter than tears.

  Cas­sidy’s breath quick­ened as De­gorsk pumped her sex a lit­tle faster and gen­tly pinched her pert nip­ple. Her arms jerked in vain against the straps wrapped around her wrists.

  She yelled, “If I get loose, I swear you’ll re­gret this. I’ll cut your hate­ful hands off, you de­gen­er­ate freak!”

  De­gorsk quelled a stab of anger at the ones who’d robbed the poor girl of her abil­ity to let go into bliss. His own tem­per was quick and he usu­ally let loose when it ap­peared. He could have cursed a blue streak on Cas­sidy’s be­half, rail­ing against a gov­ern­ment that had stolen the pre­cious joy of love­mak­ing from her. How­ever, calm and gen­tle­ness were called for here. She would nei­ther want nor un­der­stand his fury against her own kind.

  In­stead the Imdiko told Cas­sidy, “You want this love­mak­ing. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be wet. You’ve soaked the bed linens with your sweet juices, pre­cious girl.” In­deed, the hours of his en­tice­ments had damp­ened the sheets ad­mirably. She was a won­der of wom­an­hood.

  “Shut up!”

  “You want this,” he in­sisted, the fin­gers em­bed­ded in­side her search­ing for that one spe­cial spot that would make his words truth. “You’ve never wanted any­thing so much.”

  Cas­sidy arched with a cry as De­gorsk found the nest of nerves at the front of her pas­sage. He bent over her, his face near hers in in­ti­mate near­ness. She was still turned away, still try­ing to deny him even as her trem­bling be­trayed the ris­ing pas­sion.

  He whis­pered in her ear. “It’s time for an­other cli­max, Cas­sidy.” He stroked the magic spot, his fin­gers in­sis­tent. His thumb rubbed her clit.

  Her voice was stran­gled with des­per­a­tion as her body be­gan to suc­cumb. “No. Don’t make me do this. It’s a sin.”

  “It’s all right. Let it hap­pen, my love. You’re safe with me.”

  Cas­sidy groaned, the sound of her yield­ing long and drawn out. Sur­ren­der crept over her face as De­gorsk took her closer. Her eyes flut­tered as she al­lowed her­self to sub­mit and to grant her body the re­lease it craved.

  She tensed all over, the sign De­gorsk now knew sig­naled she was only sec­onds from fall­ing over the edge. It was that mo­ment when the quar­ters’ door slid open with a loud hum. Cas­sidy jerked at the sound, shift­ing enough that the Imdiko lost con­tact with her sweet spot. She screamed as Tra­nis and Li­don walked in.

  “Mon­sters! Evil agents of Sa­tan!”

  De­gorsk sighed, his hands on her body go­ing still as he eyed his clan­mates with an­noy­ance. In Kalquo­rian he said, “Per­fect tim­ing, you two. I al­most had her to num­ber six.”

  Li­don dropped into the chair at the com­puter sta­tion and pulled his boots off. “We’ll be glad to help you re­cover.” He sniffed ap­pre­cia­tively. “It smells like a Dan­tovon brothel in here. I do love that scent.”

  Tra­nis also dis­robed quickly, his eyes locked on Cas­sidy. With De­gorsk dis­tracted by the
ir ar­rival, the girl had taken the op­por­tu­nity to fall into the ex­hausted sleep he’d de­nied her for the last 28 hours. Un­like Kalquo­ri­ans who could go for a week with­out slum­ber if ab­so­lutely nec­es­sary, Earth­ers were ter­ri­bly de­pen­dent on their rest. Sleep de­pri­va­tion was one of De­gorsk’s main tools in the fight for Cas­sidy’s mind.

  He hated see­ing the dark cir­cles un­der her eyes how­ever. It made him feel worse about the sit­u­a­tion he found him­self in: try­ing to se­duce a woman de­ter­mined to not be se­duced.

  “How is your work go­ing?” the medic asked, putting off wak­ing Cas­sidy in a sud­den at­tack of sym­pa­thy for the young woman.

  “Slowly,” Tra­nis an­swered. “Hamil­ton shut down with­out giv­ing us any­thing. Even hours of pain in­flic­tors got us nowhere. De­ci­pher­ing the Earth­ers’ codes has been al­most as frus­trat­ing, but Li­don did have a small break­through.”

  Li­don stood, pulling his form­suit off. “I dis­cov­ered they use many dif­fer­ent codes, not just one. It’s im­pos­si­ble to tell what in­for­ma­tion is most im­por­tant, given the num­ber of dis­sim­i­lar ci­phers. We could be trans­lat­ing for weeks be­fore we stum­ble on the se­cu­rity grid ac­cess. The Earth­ers are de­ter­mined to be mys­te­ri­ous.”

  De­gorsk cocked an eye­brow at his Nobek clan­mate. “Speak­ing of mys­ter­ies, where is my ass?”

  From the cor­ner of his eye, he saw Tra­nis look at the now blank wall where a plas­ter mold taken of the Imdiko’s but­tocks usu­ally hung. In the cramped quar­ters, it was De­gorsk’s one sam­ple of per­sonal ex­pres­sion, dis­played for the sim­ple rea­son he thought it ir­ri­tated his staid clan­mates.

  They each had a place for a prized pos­ses­sion. Tra­nis kept his kur­ble ball on a shelf, its tough ex­te­rior mask­ing the poi­soned barbs that shot out at ran­dom when the game was played. He was an ex­cel­lent kur­ble hurler. Even the Nobeks re­spected him on the field when the crew got a chance to play.

 

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