Alien Conquest

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by Tracy St. John

  Li­don kept a small al­tar in one cor­ner where he med­i­tated, hon­ored the glo­ri­ous dead, and read from the Book of Life. De­gorsk wasn’t sure why Li­don read Kalquor’s fa­vored philo­soph­i­cal text any­more; the Nobek seemed to have the whole thick tome mem­o­rized. He quoted it of­ten enough. While only ca­sual be­liev­ers them­selves, his clan­mates none­the­less ap­pre­ci­ated Li­don’s quiet faith.

  De­gorsk usu­ally had his back­side hung di­rectly across from the door so he could moon his com­pan­ions the mo­ment they walked into the room. He was miffed it had been clan­des­tinely re­moved and hid­den. He knew ex­actly who to blame for its dis­ap­pear­ance.

  Li­don gave him a pla­ca­tory pat on the shoul­der. “I had to take it down. That wall is the best place for the re­straints I plan to in­stall. I didn’t think you’d mind giv­ing up your … me­mento for Cas­sidy’s sake.”

  “Fine. Give it back, and I’ll hang it over your al­tar.”

  The Nobek gave him a cold stare. “Don’t you dare.”

  Tra­nis sounded amused. “As soon as the re­straints are no longer needed, re­turn De­gorsk’s prop­erty to him, Li­don.”

  “You’re miss­ing your chance to fi­nally be rid of that. He only put it up to mock us.”

  “I know, but his ass is a work of art.”

  De­gorsk gave his leader a de­lighted smile. “Thank you, Tra­nis.”

  Mol­li­fied, the Imdiko re­turned his gaze to their sleep­ing Earther. He pre­tended dis­heart­ened fa­tigue didn’t mar his en­joy­ment of her naked body splayed over their bed.

  “Let’s wake our lit­tle Matara and con­vince her of how much she en­joys our com­pany,” he in­vited.

  Growl­ing their agree­ment, the other two men climbed onto the bed. De­gorsk woke Cas­sidy with hard, steady strokes of his fin­gers in her slick pas­sage. Her eyes opened, and she screamed weakly as the men gath­ered around her.

  * * * *

  “No!”

  Cas­sidy knew she’d slept for only a few pre­cious min­utes. De­gorsk’s fin­gers were in­side her still, mov­ing in and out, mak­ing her devil flesh re­spond. She strug­gled, her move­ments slug­gish as ex­haus­tion left her heavy on the bed. The warmth of Tra­nis and Li­don ly­ing on ei­ther side of her in­ten­si­fied the fa­tigue. It strug­gled to claim her, and Cas­sidy did her best to let it. How­ever, the bod­ies next to hers, while sooth­ing in their heat, also height­ened the plea­sure that kept tired­ness from tak­ing her.

  “It feels good, sweet girl,” De­gorsk prod­ded, kneel­ing be­tween her legs as he probed her sin­ful parts. His fin­gers reached deep in­side, mak­ing her ache for more.

  “Noth­ing feels bet­ter,” Tra­nis added, his hand cov­er­ing an am­ple breast, send­ing tin­gles of de­light all through her.

  They were right. When Li­don’s wet mouth closed over the nip­ple of her other breast, Cas­sidy groaned. The Nobek’s tongue cir­cled her are­ola, mim­ick­ing the gen­tle mo­tions of De­gorsk’s thumb on her cli­toris. Cas­sidy’s hips moved up and down of their own ac­cord, help­ing the fin­gers em­bed­ded in­side to move harder and faster. De­sire grew, its sweet re­lease inch­ing closer. She was los­ing the fight to deny the evil plea­sure as well as los­ing the abil­ity to care.

  “Very good, Cas­sidy,” De­gorsk en­cour­aged. “That’s it. Claim the ec­stasy that’s right­fully yours.”

  Tra­nis kissed her, long and deep. She let him, not fight­ing them now as her loins caught fire. Her tongue twined around its scratchy twin, amazed anew at how he tasted: like some­thing wild and strong. Li­don’s mouth sucked hard on her breast, and his fin­gers traced light pat­terns on her sen­si­tive belly. Cas­sidy jerked harder to en­gulf De­gorsk’s tal­ented fin­gers, twist­ing in her bonds in an at­tempt to make him rub the sweet spot in­side her sheath.

  He did it for her, and glo­ri­ous sen­sa­tion erupted in her belly. She cried out in Tra­nis’ mouth, thrust­ing hard against De­gorsk. Higher and higher, the precipice loomed, al­most there, al­most…

  The or­gasm broke over Cas­sidy, sweep­ing her away in a warm rush of ec­stasy. She dove into it, let­ting the del­uge flood her senses in a tor­rent of de­sire. It pulsed through­out her en­tire be­ing, each throb sweeter than the last. She rode ev­ery wave, let­ting the bliss con­sume her, far from guilt or fear. For a few mo­ments there was only the rap­ture of re­lease.

  As her body qui­eted, ex­haus­tion re­asserted it­self. Cas­sidy gave her­self to it as read­ily as she had her cli­max. Yet a deep voice dragged her away from the de­light of slum­ber, in­sist­ing she open her eyes and face her shame once more.

  “Such a good girl,” Tra­nis said, his smile some­how both fright­en­ing and sooth­ing. Li­don and De­gorsk drew away, al­low­ing him to stretch over her. His sexes probed her still spas­ming nether re­gion. “Now I will grant you your re­ward.”

  Cas­sidy shook her head weakly, know­ing she couldn’t es­cape the de­file­ment her evil body clam­ored for. “It’s a sin. You’re damn­ing me.”

  De­gorsk’s voice was mad­den­ing in its rea­son­able­ness. “Tra­nis is your hus­band, Cas­sidy. He is your Dramok, and it is a sin to refuse him your body.”

  He lied. She was their pris­oner, not their wife, and there­fore sex with them was the trans­gres­sion. But what could she do about what was hap­pen­ing? Cas­sidy was cap­tive, help­less to fight these en­emy Kalquo­ri­ans. They could do any­thing they wished with her. Why did it even mat­ter to them that she be ac­cept­ing of their lusts?

  Tra­nis pressed for­ward, breach­ing her de­fense­less flesh with the iron thick­ness Cas­sidy both hated and wanted. She gasped as he filled her, tak­ing away the yawn­ing empti­ness. How was it that he felt so good in­side when the act was sup­posed to be so evil?

  He pushed up on his hands to hang over her, al­low­ing them both to watch as his glis­ten­ing sexes slowly emerged and dis­ap­peared back into Cas­sidy’s slick open­ings. Stupid with ex­haus­tion, all thought fled her brain at the amaz­ing sight and feel of Tra­nis mak­ing love to her. A long­ing to trace the con­tours of his mus­cled shoul­ders and chest over­took her, and Cas­sidy wished her hands were free to touch his dark mag­nif­i­cence. His thick in­va­sion pressed against her pas­sages’ walls, mak­ing her writhe with re­newed pas­sion. The light­ning flash of ex­cru­ci­at­ing plea­sure when his groin met her cli­toris, the melt­ing bliss of his move­ment in­side her fe­male sheath, and the deeper de­li­cious pres­sure in her anus all con­spired to drive her to­wards an­other ful­fill­ment.

  Tra­nis’ strokes were long and steady, mak­ing her feel ev­ery lus­cious inch of his length. She thrilled to see his dark body im­pale her pink-white flesh, claim­ing what should not be his. Her help­less­ness only served to ex­cite her more, know­ing she could deny the alien noth­ing, that she must suc­cumb to his lusts, and that he would take all he wished.

  Her sin­ful flesh flexed against his, warn­ing them the on­rush of cli­max would over­take her again soon. Tra­nis groaned softly in re­sponse, his groin meet­ing Cas­sidy’s with new vigor. The steady slap-slap of flesh en­coun­ter­ing flesh height­ened her al­ready aroused senses. The quick­ened pace rubbed her with de­lec­ta­ble fric­tion, and she gasped at the in­ten­sity.

  Tra­nis low­ered him­self onto her, let­ting her soft curves cush­ion his gran­ite frame. Now his whole body moved against hers as his mouth cap­tured her lips. To feel the hard-mus­cled alien against her as he ground into her core brought cli­max with the speed and strength of a run­away train. Cas­sidy jerked be­neath Tra­nis, her whole be­ing caught up in the gut-twist­ing force of the ex­plo­sion. She screamed into his mouth and he screamed back as he emp­tied his juices into her womb. The iron of his sex flexed and pulsed, bring­ing her anew with an­other cry. They strained against each other, their fused bod­ies
throb­bing in tan­dem.

  Tra­nis kissed her gen­tly af­ter­ward, his lips soft against hers. Cas­sidy’s sleep-de­prived brain strug­gled to un­der­stand why her cap­tor treated her with such com­pas­sion even as he forced her to per­form the most de­praved acts. The look he gave her was so much more ten­der than any her grand­fa­ther had ever gifted her with. Some­thing in her heart reached for that gen­tle re­gard, yearn­ing for any sem­blance of love, and she re­turned the kiss, for­get­ting for an in­stant the sin of her ac­tion.

  The Dramok re­luc­tantly pulled free of Cas­sidy’s cling­ing sex and anus, mov­ing aside as Li­don stepped to the bed. The dam­aged but still hand­some Kalquo­rian lay be­side her, his hand sweep­ing over her torso.

  “Now for your Nobek, my pet,” he whis­pered, his breath warm in her ear. He glanced at De­gorsk, who now sat at the com­puter sta­tion. “Is she ready for laxan?”

  De­gorsk smiled and nod­ded. “Cas­sidy wishes to serve her clan in all the ways they de­sire. She is an obe­di­ent Matara.”

  Cas­sidy thought, Like hell I am. When Earth finds out about this you’re all dead, and I’m go­ing to laugh.

  Ex­cept Cas­sidy would be dead too. The re­li­gion al­lowed no un­mar­ried women who’d lost their vir­gin­ity to sully Earth’s pu­rity. It wouldn’t mat­ter to the Church or gov­ern­ment she’d been taken pris­oner by the Kalquo­ri­ans. Cas­sidy would be ex­e­cuted right along with her cap­tors.

  Mated to de­praved aliens or put to death by my own peo­ple. Is this re­ally what God wants?

  Li­don sat up, in­ter­rupt­ing her dark thoughts. His hands mov­ing in a blur, he freed Cas­sidy’s wrists from the ties. Her arms fell to the bed, leaden with ex­haus­tion. She didn’t bother to stir when he freed her an­kles. Be­tween the lack of sleep and many sex­ual en­coun­ters she’d en­dured, she lacked the strength to move. Even her fre­quent in­som­nia had never left her this lethar­gic.

  Li­don turned her over, ar­rang­ing her on her belly with a cush­ion be­neath her hips, rais­ing her but­tocks high. De­spite her fa­tigue and ha­tred for the clan, Cas­sidy warmed in an­tic­i­pa­tion. It was the po­si­tion she liked best. Li­don tak­ing her from be­hind at their first en­counter had as­sured her of that. She closed her eyes with a sigh as she felt him take his po­si­tion be­tween her legs.

  But when she felt the prod of his larger sex touch the en­trance to her tight­est pas­sage, she found the en­ergy to move away. Li­don gripped her hips, hold­ing her still. “You will like this. Re­lax, Cas­sidy.”

  Tra­nis ap­peared next to her. He stroked her hair sooth­ingly. “It feels good to give your­self to us in all ways. You have no wish to fight.”

  Her head was turned away from De­gorsk as his bulk set­tled on the other side of her, but she de­tected the gen­tle smile in his voice. His fin­gers traced the line of her spine. “Your body is ea­ger to know us in ev­ery way pos­si­ble. Re­lax and feel your­self open to Li­don.”

  “You’re god­less an­i­mals. You de­serve to burn in Hell.” An­gry tears slid from Cas­sidy’s eyes.

  She trem­bled as the hard slick­ness of Li­don’s shaft slowly pressed into her hes­i­tant flesh, but the brief burst of en­ergy had de­parted, leav­ing her limp. She whim­pered but could of­fer no re­sis­tance to his in­va­sion.

  Li­don’s nat­u­ral lu­bri­ca­tion was thick, al­low­ing him to ease into her tight­est pas­sage with lit­tle dif­fi­culty. She’d been stretched by the pen­e­tra­tion of Tra­nis’ smaller cock as well. Li­don still went slowly, giv­ing her body time to ac­cus­tom it­self to his breadth. The smaller pe­nis en­tered Cas­sidy’s sex, still tight from her last cli­max. Tra­nis reached be­neath her to stroke her plea­sure nub.

  The stim­u­la­tion of her cli­toris and Li­don’s sec­ond or­gan’s en­trance brought waves of now-fa­mil­iar de­light. But the steel of his larger mem­ber’s in­va­sion was a rev­e­la­tion. Cas­sidy ached from the stretch of ac­com­mo­dat­ing him, but the low throb was of lit­tle con­se­quence. Her taboo ori­fice thrilled at the full­ness, ab­sorb­ing him with a deep plea­sure that left her moan­ing. She had never known such con­sum­ing de­sire.

  Li­don’s voice had a catch in it as he spoke. “That’s it, my pet. You’re such a good girl to al­low your­self to en­joy this.”

  “She re­ally likes it,” Tra­nis whis­pered. “My fin­gers are soaked with her juices.”

  “It gives me hope I was afraid to have,” De­gorsk replied. “It’s their worst sin. That she ap­pre­ci­ates it tells me we may fix the dam­age they’ve done to her psy­che.”

  Cas­sidy barely heard their con­ver­sa­tion. She was fix­ated on the de­lights of Li­don fill­ing her as she’d never imag­ined be­ing filled. He slid deeper into her un­til at last his groin met her but­tocks. He groaned.

  “So hot in­side. So in­cred­i­bly tight.” His hands rubbed the mounds of flesh, then parted them. Cas­sidy imag­ined him look­ing at where they joined and shiv­ered.

  “She’s taken all of me. I didn’t think such a tiny girl would be ca­pa­ble.”

  Tra­nis kissed Cas­sidy’s cheek. “Your Nobek is very happy with you, Matara. Well done.”

  De­spite the wrong­ness of the act, she thrilled at his praise. For some rea­son, pleas­ing the aliens made her glad. That she felt so should have up­set her, but she was too tired and too aroused to care. Noth­ing made sense right now ex­cept the de­li­cious sen­sa­tion of be­ing used so sin­fully.

  Li­don moved, draw­ing slowly out un­til Cas­sidy was nearly emp­tied of him. The loss af­fected her keenly, and she whim­pered a protest. The Nobek’s breathy chuckle con­soled her.

  “We’re not done, my pet. Not quite yet, though it won’t last as long as you and I would wish, I’m afraid.”

  He pressed into her once more, stretch­ing her with that de­li­cious full­ness. She war­bled a con­tented sound, prompt­ing de­lighted laugh­ter from all three men.

  Li­don’s long strokes stoked Cas­sidy’s in­ner fire, the amaz­ing fric­tion burn­ing brighter and brighter. Tra­nis rubbed her cli­toris all the while, and De­gorsk’s tongue run­ning down her spine added to the build­ing ex­cite­ment. Com­pletely im­mersed in a haze of de­sire, Cas­sidy begged her leaden body to move, to al­low her to thrust back against the man be­hind her so she might take him as deep as pos­si­ble.

  Her limbs re­mained un­re­spon­sive, un­able to do more than twitch. In­ca­pable of sat­is­fy­ing her mount­ing needs, she thought, harder.

  Li­don’s rhythm wa­vered for a mo­ment. “Did I hear that right?”

  Dear heav­ens. Had she said it out loud?

  “Your Matara wants to know more of your strength, Li­don,” De­gorsk said in a voice hushed with won­der.

  Tra­nis added, “I sug­gest you do all you can to sat­isfy her.”

  “A duty I am happy to ful­fill,” the Nobek growled.

  He drove harder against her, plung­ing in and out of her ea­ger flesh. Cas­sidy closed her eyes, de­light­ing in the pow­er­ful strokes that fed her hunger. Ela­tion bal­looned large within her womb un­til the dam burst, car­ry­ing her over the precipice. At some point dur­ing the spasms that racked her belly, Li­don added his roar to her cries. His sex swelled in pulses as he pumped his seed into her dark ori­fice.

  The cli­max left Cas­sidy nearly sense­less, and un­con­scious­ness rushed to claim her. Her tor­men­tors re­fused to give her up to the sweet­ness of sleep, rolling her over and shak­ing her un­til she opened her eyes.

  De­gorsk cov­ered her body with his. “Now you will make love to me.”

  Cas­sidy tried to curse him. She tried to lift her un­re­spon­sive arms so she could hit him. In­stead, some­thing in­side broke, and she wept ex­hausted tears. “Please. I’m so tired. Please.”

  He kissed the damp­ness from her cheeks. For an in­sta
nt, Cas­sidy thought she saw agony on the Imdiko’s ex­pres­sion. He looked as up­set as she felt.

  De­gorsk said, “I know you’re ex­hausted, poor girl. We still have work to do, how­ever. You’ve been a very good wife to Tra­nis and Li­don, and it’s time for you to open your­self to me now.”

  “I can’t. I’m so tired I can’t move.” Cas­sidy hated her­self for cry­ing, for let­ting them see her weaken. She couldn’t stop the beg­ging that spilled from her lips. “Just let me sleep. Please let me sleep.”

  “Af­ter you serve me as you’re sup­posed to.” De­gorsk’s mus­cu­lar thighs pressed Cas­sidy’s apart, and he pressed into her. “Give your­self to me will­ingly, and I’ll let you rest for a re­ward.”

  No she tried to scream, but what came out was, “Any­thing. Take what you want.”

  “Good girl. Very good, Cas­sidy.” The warmth in the Imdiko’s voice again brought un­wanted con­tent­ment. She didn’t want to please them. She re­ally didn’t.

  Cas­sidy didn’t think she could pos­si­bly find ec­stasy again. She could barely keep her eyes open as De­gorsk rode her. Yet his de­mand­ing thrusts found the sweet spot that wouldn’t be de­nied, and weak cries spilled from her lips. The damn­ing rap­ture rode her hard, threat­en­ing to turn her in­side out. Once more, her devil flesh had its way, suc­cumb­ing to the temp­ta­tion of soul-steal­ing plea­sure.

  De­spite the warm pulses of ec­stasy, re­lief washed over Cas­sidy when De­gorsk sud­denly tensed and he groaned with re­lease. The steady throb of his sex spilling juices within lulled her. She’d made him happy. The thought warmed her heart.

  As soon as De­gorsk’s flesh qui­eted in­side her, she whis­pered, “You promised I can sleep now.”

  “Yes, pre­cious girl. You’ve earned a nice, long night’s sleep. I’m very proud of you.”

  With a smile ghost­ing over her lips, Cas­sidy fled into the con­sum­ing dark­ness of slum­ber.

 

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