Chapter 2 #6
I cannot muster any kind of response. My words are stuck in my throat. I can’t think. All I can do is feel. Right now I am feeling my body stretched wide around the alien’s two cocks, every bit of my physical form thrilling to the sexual excitement.
My ass hurts a little. My pussy aches in an entirely different way.
Every thrust makes me ride up on his cocks and every time he slides out, my hips dip down with him.
I am moaning incoherently, needing some kind of release, a relief that I have been craving from the first orgasm Boss had inside me.
“Please,” I mumble. “Please. Please…”
“Please what, pet?”
“Let me come,” I whimper. “I need to come.”
“You don’t need to orgasm,” Sharp says. “But you might be allowed to if you promise obedience.”
“What?” I whine the question shamefully as he sinks himself deep into me and holds himself inside.
“You understand me,” he says. “Tell me you’re going to be a good pet.”
“Mngghh…” I resist saying what he wants. I don’t even know why I am resisting. It’s a natural impulse that takes over and seems to seal my mouth.
He grips my throat a little tighter and pushes harder, giving me short, rough thrusts that jolt me against the table and bring a cheer from the watching crowd, reminding me that there is a watching crowd.
My pussy tightens around his cock and my ass gets tighter too.
I react on a visceral level, but there’s no getting out of it.
He’s going to force me to do what he told me to do.
“Tell me you’re going to be a good girl,” he repeats. “Tell me, or I will make it worse.”
“Make what worse?”
He uses his other hand to slap my pussy, right over my clit.
“Ow! What the fuck!” I squeal at the top of my lungs. “What are you doing?”
“Teaching you what it means to be a naughty pet. Showing you what it means when you disobey us. You’ve obviously been running wild, escaping Earth, stowing away, walking into an alien bar like you own the place, not understanding how small, how weak, how consumable you are.”
“Ow!” I shriek when his palm smacks my pussy again. This time it’s not just the one slap. It’s a small barrage and it makes my lips swell and my pussy drip with need all around his cock.
“I think you like the pain,” he says. “I think you enjoy this. If you didn’t, you’d behave yourself. You’d have promised to be a good girl when I first asked. But you didn’t want that. You wanted to force me to discipline you. So now you’re being disciplined.”
He spanks my pussy again, and again. I can’t escape, because I’m trapped on his cocks, and because his hand is on my neck. There’s no going anywhere. There is only taking what he gives and giving into what he wants.
“I’m sorry!” I whimper.
“I’m not asking for you to be sorry. I’m asking for you to tell me you’re going to be good for us. I’m telling you to promise your submission.”
“I don’t want to promise submission,” I object, earning myself another harsh slap to my pussy, and a rough thrust that is angled to make his second cock go much deeper in my ass.
“What’s it going to be?” he growls. “Are you going to let me ravage and punish you until you break, or are you going to do the smart thing and give in now?”
“How about I give in never?”
He has triggered my natural resistance to authority. I’ve never been good at doing what I’m told, and just because some aliens want to make me their pet—fuck knows what that actually means—my personality hasn’t changed.
Sharp toys with my clit, rubbing the tight little bud between his thumb and his fingertip. I start squirming and grinding, reacting to his touch in an uncontrollable way.
“I’m going to make you come,” he says. “You’re going to orgasm for me, and then, afterward, I’m going to keep spanking and thrashing you until you beg for mercy.
And none of it will feel good, will it, pet.
It will hurt. Every slap will sting twice as much, and every thrust is going to make you feel like a filthy little receptacle. ”
“Help,” I gasp to the others, who are looking on with what looks like amusement. Boss has his massive arms folded over his chest, and Kronos is leaning back a little, keeping an eye on the crowd. No help is coming from either of them.
“Look at me,” Sharp insists. “Nobody else matters right now. Nobody else is going to show you mercy, and nobody else is going to punish your little pussy.”
I think I might hate him, but it’s hard to be fucked by someone this well and not like them. He’s ruling my body, and he’s demanding my obedience.
“I don’t want to lie to you,” I gasp as he pinches my clit.
“Then don’t lie. Promise me you’re going to be good.”
“That would be a lie.”
I expect another barrage of slaps and spanks to my pussy, but he looks at me and smirks.
“Maybe I should reward you for honesty,” he says. “Because I do believe you. You don’t have to promise to be good. I am going to make you be good.”
He starts rubbing my clit in a way that makes me pant with pleasure.
I am definitely going to come. His hips move in that rolling motion that drives me crazy and before I know it, there’s a nonstop climax taking over me.
My legs shudder, my eyes roll back, I make sounds that don’t in any way correspond to words or even entirely human sounds.
Sharp makes me come harder than I have ever come in my life.
His thumb works on my clit in the perfect way, almost like he’s been trained to make a woman feel good.
“Yes,” he snarls. “Yes. Come for me, pet. Beg me for your breeding.”
I hear myself doing just as he says. I hear the words coming out of my mouth in a desperate tone.
“Come in me,” I am whimpering. “Please. Please… fucking… yes. Come in me!”
He does just that. And for a third time I am filled all the way up to the brim with cum. This time it is not just my pussy. It is my ass too. And when he pulls out of me, I feel his seed dripping out of my tight holes, or what used to be tight holes. I have been truly bred.
They pick me up, Kronos sweeping his arms around me and pulling me into a tight embrace. The three of them carry me out of the alien bar, leaving behind nothing but the story of the time a stray human was bred and tamed in front of the entire bar.
They take me back to their ship, a big black vessel that sits in the port like a crouching panther.
It has sleek curves and a big mean windscreen.
It’s about the size of two Earth buses, back when they had buses.
Or maybe it’s the size of two planes. Or maybe it’s the size of two blue whales.
The only thing I really know is that it is definitely the size of two somethings.
My brain is so addled. I never considered that I would end up captive within hours of getting off the ship.
We pass through the threshold of their vessel, which opens a big door hatch in the side and extends a ramp to allow us to get inside.
I’m being abducted. There’s no other way to express it. I feel weak. It might be because I’m tired. Might be because I’m hungry. Might be because I have had sex three times in thirty minutes with three aliens.
I am shivering against Kronos, but it’s that weird kind of shiver that’s not from the cold.
I thought I had things under control on Earth.
I knew it wouldn’t go smoothly on an alien world, but I didn’t expect people or things to die within hours of my arrival, and I didn’t expect to be turned into a public sex spectacle by some aliens who might be evil.
Truth is I’m not really thinking about myself right now.
I’m thinking about all the women who got taken off the same ship I was on.
I’m thinking about how they’ve been taken somewhere on the station to be sold.
They were probably taken off the ship in reinforced crates with extra security.
With how feral aliens are when it comes to humans, there has to be so much security.
I think about what’s going to happen to them. They’re going to be put on an auction block and sold. There are no protections for them. This is a completely lawless location. This isn’t legal—if that word even has a meaning anymore.
I know the law doesn’t really matter in real life.
Laws are for common people. They’re for people who can be put in cages, or even executed if they step too far out of line.
But there’s no law for people and creatures outside of those categories.
People who are rich enough, ruthless enough.
People who will fight. People who will kill.
Or people who just have enough power for nothing else to matter. This station is full of those types.
Once inside the ship, the aliens set me down. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but what I discover is a sleek gleaming black interior. Whole thing feels like being inside a latex gimp suit, though I’d never say that. That would be rude.
Kronos puts a hand on my back. “Breathe,” he says. “You are safe. Nothing is going to happen to you.”
I didn’t notice I wasn’t breathing, but now he mentions it, it does feel good to take a deep gulp of air.
As for nothing happening to me, that’s a big promise, and I don’t know if I can trust it. I’m pretty sure they’ve already broken it.
I know they’ll defend me from other aliens trying to take me, but they might very well defend a side of meat or something the same way. I have a question in my mind, and I can’t help but ask it, even though I don’t really know I can trust the answer.
“Are you going to eat me?”
Kronos laughs, then his expression softens. “We are not going to eat you, pet. We are not going to let anything bad happen to you. You’re safe.”