Teasing Tilly (12 page)

Abruptly, he released the hold and allowed her to take the plunge.  It hit her so hard she cried out and then sucked in a quick breath when the spasms only increased in intensity and uttered a sharper cry until she was screaming.

He didn’t slow down or allow her any respite until she’d screamed herself hoarse and hyperventilated so that she was almost in a stupor.

Finally, however, he lowered her hips to the pillows and rose.

Tilly managed to catch her breath somewhat as the commander positioned himself, aligned his cock with the mouth of her sex, caught her hips to prevent her escape, and impaled her on the head of his spear.  She should have been awash with lubrication, but apparently the second had sucked it all up because the commander had to pry her onto his cock by inches, scouring her flesh from the mouth of her sex to the bottom of the throat.

Moisture flooded the channel as he withdrew and the second thrust was easier and the next easier than that, her body lubricating her channel and easing his passage with each thrust and retreat until he was pummeling her with his cock.

She hadn’t really touched down from the devastating climax the second had given her.  Her body responded to the commander’s thrusts as if she’d merely enjoyed heavy foreplay to prepare her rather than coming so hard she’d almost passed out.  She found herself racing toward release almost as soon as he plumbed her depths with the first thrust, teetering on the edge by the time he’d set the pace.

She couldn’t achieve it.  The suit prevented the release, held her on the edge while the tension built toward meltdown and then abruptly released her when the commander reached his crisis.  It hit her like an atom bomb, so explosively she screamed hoarsely.

Under ordinary circumstances—before she’d been taken—she would’ve been lucky to even have one climax—and at that it wouldn’t have compared to the most minor she’d experienced with the aliens.  It never failed to amaze and unnerve her that they could blow her mind with one climax after another.  Every time she experienced a hard, prolonged climax that left her barely conscious she was convinced they couldn’t make her come again.

And that thought crossed her mind when the commander withdrew and allowed the second to take his place—she’d come twice.  They’d already wrung every ounce of bliss from her that there was to be had.

She didn’t think she could endure another one like the two she’d already had anyway.

But the second drove into her until he carried her up the mountain again and flew off and exploded.

And then the third settled between her thighs and screwed her until she came a fourth time and lost consciousness.

She came around when the fourth speared on his thick phallus and began his ride, passed out when she came and then roused for the finale. 

She was always as grateful to see the last as she was excited to see the first, she thought dimly as she was allowed, at last, to sink into oblivion.

Emily was sitting beside her on the pillows when she came around.  “He’s sweet on you,” she said conversationally.  “Actually, I’m pretty sure his second in command is sweet on you, too.”

Tilly blinked at her uncomprehendingly, struggling with uneasiness.  Emily had spat on her when they’d ‘rescued’ her from the cat-man and told her she hated her and she should watch her back.  She hadn’t seen much of her since that time—hadn’t seen her at all for what seemed like weeks, but mostly Emily had kept her distance and either glared at her balefully or pretended she didn’t exist.

Struggling upright, she flicked a glance around to see who else might have heard the comment and discovered that pretty much all of them clearly had.  They were trying to pretend they weren’t listening but it was obvious from the tension in their poses and the fact that they weren’t talking that they were listening.

“It would be a serious mistake to believe that.”

“Why?” Emily said somewhat petulantly.

“Because they are alien beings, Em.  They aren’t human and they don’t see us in the same light that they see their own people.  Very likely we mean no more to them than a stray cat you might pick up.  We’re ok as long as they find us useful or entertaining or of value for selling.  If they cease to see us that way—any of us—we’re dead.”

It was really unfortunate that she’d chosen that particular example.  Rage flickered across Emily’s face.

“Dar loved me,” she said challengingly.

Tilly stared at her, wondering whether to take up the gauntlet or not.  But she found she couldn’t resist whether it was wise or not.  “That cat-creature that tortured you?  He
totally
screwed up your head if you think that was love!”

Tilly strongly suspected Emily would have done violence against her except the suit prevented her from launching herself at her older sister. 

“Don’t talk about him like that!” she screamed and then burst into tears.  “They killed him.  That big oaf that drooled all over your pussy snapped his neck!”

“I would’ve broken his neck myself if I could have.  They did me a favor.  They did
you
a favor, you stupid ungrateful little bitch!  What happened to you?  Did that—
thing
just scramble your brains?  You didn’t used to be the kind of person that would get off on being tortured, did you?  Was I completely fooled all those years when I thought you needed me to take care of you?”

“You think these aliens are better?” Emily screamed at her.  “You said yourself they didn’t care anything about you!  You like it when they fuck you?”

Tilly’s lips tightened.  She felt her face turn red.  “I am
not
going to apologize for enjoying what they do to me when there is nothing I could do to change it if I wanted to!  This is our life now!  It might not be what we would have chosen, but it’s up to us to make the best of it!  I’m trying to do that.  I’m trying to survive because I still consider
my
life worth living.

“Granted, there have been times when I’ve thought it was more than I could stand, but I can darned well stand men whose idea of punishing me is to withhold my climax a heck of a lot easier than I could’ve stood what that
thing
did to me!

“I was the next thing to dead after just one session with that skunk.  I can’t imagine how you survived as long as you did, but I have to say I’m
not
that surprised you’ve lost your mind from it.  I just hope it heals and the person I used to know and love makes it back.”

She got up then and left the lounge.

Chapter Sixteen

Tilly tried to fight the dread she felt as she stared out of the portholes toward the planet they were approaching.  It had the feel of déjà vu even though this world looked vastly different than the other one—the last place they’d taken her to sell her.

She was confused—a state she was growing accustomed to.

Did they never do anything—beyond screwing—the same way twice?

All of them had been herded into the processing area again, but this time their nano-suits weren’t deactivated and removed and replaced with chains and manacles.  They’d simply been thoroughly groomed and then herded into the room Tilly thought of as the ‘waiting’ room.

Clearly, they would be leaving the ship, but were they also going to be put up on the auction block again? 

The world below them reminded her more of Earth than the last one because it seemed to have a closer ratio of land to water and also because there was ice on each polar cap and green growing things covering most of the landmass she could see. 

It had three rather small moons, however, and one that was about the size of the other three put together.

It still made her homesick to look at it.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” Emily said right next to her.

Tilly jumped and flicked a quick look at her younger sister.  “Oh?” she said cautiously.

“I don’t know.  I’m still angry with you.  I was happy where I was.  But … I guess it wasn’t your fault.”  She shrugged at the look her sister gave her and released an irritated huff.  “I think I gave away that I knew you and that’s why Dar bought you.”  She frowned.  “Maybe he did it for me—because he loved me.  He said he loved me.  But maybe he was a monster like you said.  I don’t know anymore.”

Tilly swallowed with an effort.  “At least you don’t hate me … do you?”

Emily smiled crookedly.  “I honestly don’t know.”

It wasn’t much of a start, Tilly thought wryly.  But she’d already accepted that the most she might get was the satisfaction of knowing her sister wasn’t dead and wasn’t being tortured.  The life of a sex slave wasn’t the best thing that could’ve happened, but it wasn’t the worst either.

At least, she was hoping it wouldn’t turn out to be.

She supposed that all depended on who bought them and whether they would be content just to screw and take care of their needs or if they would get their jollies out of taking them apart piece by piece—like pulling the wings off of butterflies.

When the ship had landed and she saw the crew disembark, she moved to the wall to sit down and wait. 

The wait wasn’t nearly long enough to suit her.  The door opened and the second appeared without warning.  “Come.”

Like they had a choice when they were still wearing the nano-suits!

Tilly surged to her feet, though and fell in line with the others.  When she emerged onto the gangplank, she looked around, sniffing the air, taking in the sights and sounds.

The ship, she discovered, had landed in a clearing maybe twice the size of the ship—which was to say that it was walled in by forest and there was little to see besides the vegetation.

It was … loud.  It had the smell of green growing things and freshly turned dirt and freshly cut greenery and wood.  The pounding, whirring sounds echoing around them seemed to indicate that the source was a great deal of activity. 

Due to the abundant growth and the towering tree-like vegetation, they could see little, however, even little of the sky with its great, orange sun. 

The air was thick beyond being heavily laden with smells, and she was struggling by the time she reached the ground and followed the others along a wide path that opened after a fairly short time to reveal the source of all the racket.

It was a village—under construction—or maybe it would’ve been more accurate to say a city under construction because the dwellings didn’t seem humble enough for a mere village.

And it was filled with giant aliens exactly like the giant aliens who’d taken them.

Tilly was more than awed when she saw all the giant males stop and study them as they passed.  She was cowed.

She was almost grateful when they entered a huge structure at the center of the settlement—until she discovered that they’d been brought to some sort of meeting.  There were more of the giant aliens inside the building, it seemed, than there had been outside of the building.

They were all herded up the aisle between rows of the alien males and onto a raised platform where seven other aliens were seated facing those in the audience. 

Then they were lined up single file and displayed.

They might as well have been naked because the nano-suits adjusted until they were little more than sleeves and leggings connected by straps.  Their breasts and genital area wasn’t just exposed, however, it was displayed—their breasts lifted and stimulated until the nipples stood erect and swollen and the outer lips of their sex pulled back. 

They were forced to spread their legs and bend over far enough to plant their palms on the floor. 

The men seated in the chairs on the platform with them rose and moved around them, examining their genitals, touching them lightly.

Tilly braced herself for the examination as one of the men—the youngest of the group, who’d been seated in the center—reached her … and she still wasn’t prepared.  He stroked the lips of her sex lightly and then pushed one digit inside of her, deeply.  She was relieved when he pulled it out until he said something and the men in the audience laughed.

She felt her face redden with humiliation.

“You say you have impregnated this one?  How did you fit your cocks into that?  I can scarcely push one digit into this miniature pussy and my posterior cock is far larger than my digit.”

Torin laughed with the others. 
“With a great deal of lubrication and a lot of pushing and grunting
,” he retorted.
  “It was the most enjoyable labor I have had in a while, Sire
.” He shrugged.
  “Mostly we leave it at one cock at the time.  They are not made for two and they are so tiny we decided it would be best to limit double penetration.”

The prince lifted his brows and returned his attention to the female, although, truthfully, his attention had not actually wandered from her. From the moment he had gotten his first good look at her it was all he could do to even manage a pretext of unconcern.

He commanded the nanos to bring her upright and settled a hand on her slightly rounded belly
.  “The nanos have confirmed that the fetus is genetically sound?”

“Yes, my prince.  It is healthy and strong and now at the sixth week of development.  It is a female child, but I am not disappointed in that for I had accepted that I would have no child at all.”