Alien Hostage (2 page)

Tasha opened her mouth to protest, but the words died on her tongue. His touch was unthinkable; certainly not something a young woman of her upbringing and culture should allow. Yet she was still held hostage by the intoxicant in her system, making every touch titillating. Even this – this breach of forbidden flesh – was rife with bliss. These feral men were debauched, more animals than men. How could she respond the way she was now, with hunger and want? With such a complete lack of conscience?

It was the jungle, this uncivilized place where the wild ruled and rules fled before the wild. Her body acknowledged that with every wanton stroke of Scarred Savage’s fingers, with every bite from the leader’s teeth, with every breath-stealing kiss of the slight one’s mouth.

The violating fingers slipped away. “Give yourself to us,” the leader demanded.

Tasha had no choice. It went against everything she knew, but the scorching atmosphere of the jungle had infiltrated her, making her as sultry as its air. She capitulated to its reign.

“I am yours.”

They moved around her, re-settling as if finding assigned places. She was moved too, made to lay on her side. Scarred Savage slid behind her, his chest moving against her shoulder blades. Tasha felt the insistent prod of the larger of his two cocks between her buttocks. Her insides bubbled to know he would stake his claim to her there.

The leader lay in front of her, pulling her fleshy thigh over his. His front cock rubbed against her pussy, seeking the warmth it demanded. It was as wet as her sex, the alien flesh exuding its own sensual lubricant in anticipation of entering her.

The slightest one crouched overhead, his two cocks looming above her upturned face. The one in front was the larger of the two, shaded twice as dark as the rest of his skin. It too was slick in readiness to plunge into her mouth. A bead of pearly white perched at its tip. Tasha knew she would be made to swallow that drop of masculine pleasure; that drop and much, much more.

Scarred Savage was the first to sheath himself within her. A sweet ache bloomed as the bullet-shaped flesh, tapered at the tip, grew in girth as he pushed within her ass. Knowing it was no use to protest ... indeed, having no wish to deny her brutal lover now that the jungle had made itself a part of her ... Tasha concentrated on accepting the thickening shaft impaling her. She was to be mated to these men in their way, the instinctual call to breed stronger than any rules society had ever made.

Though the taking throbbed with dull hurt, Tasha felt an even stronger pleasure in the act. Once more, the thrill of being overruled by those who made no illusions as to their mastery over her won out.

Tasha groaned as Scarred Savage’s groin met with her buttocks. He was fully imbedded within, his claim too deep to deny. He had taken her as any beast might, making her bestial in kind.

The leader crowded closer, flattening her large breasts against the muscled planes of his chest. With a knowing smile, he took his primary cock in hand. He placed the tip at the entrance of her pussy. Without a pause, he drove into her, sheathing himself in one thrust.

The air left Tasha’s lungs at the sudden claiming. She hadn’t expected it, and the strain made her moan. Yet the burst of pain was joined by an astounding fullness that turned her insides to molten lava. The double penetration pressed her interior hotspot. Her body flushed with violent heat. Her tormented groan turned into a shout of exaltation. She hovered at the point of climax, needing only a moment’s friction to send her over.

The leader grinned, as if he knew how close she was. He began to draw out, his cock dragging slowly, deliciously over the igniting flesh.

Orgasm burst over Tasha, flashing blinding light through her body. She quaked between the two men, trapped in a prison of rapturous ecstasy. She clawed the shoulders and back of the man before her, turning animal under his delightful torment.

She shuddered as thrills chased up and down her spine and through her sex. Her clutching sleeve felt the cock still filling it, still bearing against the electric part within. Tasha whimpered, knowing their promise to make her come over and over would be fulfilled.

A hand gripped her chin. The slightest one’s stance, kneeling on one knee with the other leg hovering in the air over Tasha and the other two men, looked as though it should be awkward. The tendons of his arms stood out with effort. Yet he balanced without a tremor as he lowered his groin towards her face. He adjusted her head, tilting it so that he could feed her mouth with his primary cock. The bead of pleasure was still at its tip. He froze just out of reach of her lips.

“Take it. Taste me.”

Tasha opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She drew it over the end of his cock, capturing the precious pearl of his lust. Salty-spicy-sweet flavor danced over her tastebuds.

“Swallow.”

Tasha obeyed.

The cock lowered down, pushing past her parted lips to find its place in the warm confines of her mouth. She closed her eyes as it pressed against her tongue and slid back towards her throat. Just as it went far enough to impede her breath, it reversed course, sliding back out. Then in again. And out. She tasted the drippings of pre-cum along with the cinnamon-like bite of his lubrication as he fucked her mouth.

With the slightest one’s rhythm established, the other two rutted as well. Shockwaves of pleasure jolted through Tasha as first one, then the other, drove deep into her. The extraordinary fullness in her pussy and ass drove her to orgasm every few minutes. When her mouth opened wide to cry out another fulfillment, the man she sucked on rubbed his cock, watching her rapturous expression with avid eyes. Even at the height of bliss, Tasha knew he watched. Being on display strengthened the surges of pleasure.

The three men moved faster, driving harder. Soon they would come, marking the woman they’d found in their midst. Tasha sucked and licked the pulsing shaft in her mouth, wanting it to submit to her. The men gasped and grunted, eager for the culmination of their conquest. Yet it was Tasha who ruled now, with her body soft to their clamorings, her mouth and openings clutching and drawing on them, insisting on them sacrificing their pleasure to her.

The slightest one surrendered first, flooding her mouth with ecstasy. Tasha drew on him, swallowing and sucking, demanding he hold nothing back. Feeling his cock throb against her tongue, tasting that wild savor, brought her close to another release.

Bliss billowed in a final mighty heave as the Scarred Savage yelled. Tasha felt his shaft pumping, filling her ass with cum. She clawed at the leader, whose shoulders already streaked red with scratches from her nails. His head jerked back and he howled with rapture, his completion throbbing inside her pussy.

The slightest one, Imdiko Nirad, collapsed to the upper deck of the clan’s tree-home. He lay gasping as if he’d run a marathon. He rolled so that his body splayed, as if to offer himself as sacrifice to the vid-produced sky overhead.

Nobek Gid, he of the amazing map of scars, groaned and slid out of Tasha’s ass. He too rolled onto his back, away from her. Dramok Deg grunted as the last pulses of climax rippled through his cock. His eyes were closed, his mouth slack.

Tasha blinked slowly, the final orgasm receding and taking the fantasy of fierce jungle wildmen with it. She swallowed as reality intruded, erasing the sweet afterglow of wonderful sex.

Here I am yet again,
she thought, looking over her shoulder to take a peek at the satisfied smile on Gid’s rough but compelling face.
Now the other part starts, the part that doesn’t feel right.

As if hearing her thoughts, Nirad stretched and rolled on his side to look at her. His smile was as sweet as sunshine. His voice was gentle as he spoke in warm tones. “You liked that, didn’t you? Shall I fetch you some water now? Or would you like a protein drink, Tasha?”

She felt the tightness of her return smile. “Water, please. Thanks.”

Nirad got up, snickering to himself as he discovered his movements to be a little awkward and stiff. He’d had the most demanding position of all, so Tasha didn’t wonder that his steps were slow to the small cooling unit, discreetly placed in the corner of the deck.

Deg climbed to his feet, his grin wide as he called after his Imdiko. “Are those cleansing wipes there? I did ask you to—”

“I made sure everything was here,” Nirad called as he bent to the unit. “I’ll bring it to you.”

A big hand rubbed Tasha’s back, the pressure gentle. “I take it you enjoyed our surprise, my lovely? It was to your liking?” Gid rumbled in Tasha’s ear.

She managed not to squirm at the solicitous touch though it made her skin crawl. “I’m impressed you went to so much trouble.”

A slight frown touched Deg’s face, and Tasha winced inwardly. Her tone had been a tad too formal.

The Dramok said, “You said it was a good book, so we read it. We thought you’d enjoy the idea of men who’d grown up wild in the jungle, more beast than civilized. We even made the loincloths from some old rugs made of hides.”

Tasha didn’t have to lie when she said, “Oh, I enjoyed it, all right. It was perfect.”

Nirad laughed as he rejoined them, sitting down cross-legged in front of Tasha. “That was fun. I’ll have to read more Earther stories. Such an exciting fantasy!”

He opened her bottle for her and tipped it to her lips. Tasha drank deeply, wondering if he’d take it wrong if she grabbed it away. She looked around the deck, hoping to spy a chronometer somewhere. No such luck. She’d have to ask what time it was and hope she wasn’t obvious about wanting to leave.

Gid and Deg set about cleaning her up with the wipes. Even brutish Gid’s handling of her was gentle, his big hands as tender as a nursemaid’s. “Relax and enjoy. We’ll give you what you like. What you want.”

His words brought an echo of others from the past.
You like it. You want it. You know it feels nice.

Tasha’s stomach churned. She thought she might throw up.

While Deg wiped their mingled fluids from her inner thighs, he gave her his brightest smile, the one that had seemed so cheerful to Tasha in the past. “Will you stay for dinner?”

She seized on the innocent question like a drowning woman grabbing onto a lifebuoy. Pushing away the nearly empty water bottle she said, “Dinner? Oh my gosh, is it that late?” She looked up at the sky – actually a vid projection on the ceiling of the underground living sector. It was still mostly blue with daylight, but she detected the slightest hint of coral tones that confirmed evening was on its way.

Nirad blinked in surprise at her concerned tone. “No. Why?”

“What time is it?” Tasha jumped up, escaping the Dramok and Nobek’s ministrations as she sprang away from them.

Gid called in Kalquorian, “Time check.”

When an electronic voice answered, Tasha felt relief. She heaved a sigh. “Oh thank goodness. I have just enough time to go back to my quarters, shower, and get to the Royal House. I promised to keep my niece tonight for the Imperial Clan.”

All three faces fell. Tasha felt a stab of conscience at their obvious disappointment. Yet the flash of guilt did not mitigate the need to get away from them now that they’d turned solicitous.

Deg made noticeable effort to keep letdown from his tone and expression. “We didn’t realize you had another engagement.”

Tasha chewed on her lip. “I’m sorry. It slipped my mind until just now. I really have to get going.”

Liar
, her conscience whispered.
You are the worst person, Natasha Salter.

Gid squared his shoulders, too much of a Nobek to show whatever regret he felt. “We will escort you to the Matara Complex.”

“Thank you.” She hated to leave them when Deg and Nirad had those hangdog expressions, so she added in her most encouraging tone, “What a shame I have to go. I had such a good time today. You were fantastic. Thank you.”

She kissed each one, and the three men brightened. It gave her another pang of conscience to know she led them on.

Yet the old revulsion had come again, that sick feeling when exciting sex turned into overly attentive aftercare and the words meant in kindness sounded too much like past words of coercion. Tasha knew she wouldn’t see Clan Deg again.

She was callous, a terrible person to lead clans on the way she did. It was wrong, and Tasha knew it. Time after time with clan after clan the same thing had happened. It didn’t matter than she wanted love with all her being. No one had been able to shut out those awful echoes from her past, the ones that made intimate kindness a horror.

I don’t want to be alone
, her heart cried.

Looking at the three men as they helped her dress, three men who were nothing but kind and good and willing to give a girl her silliest fantasies – men she could not bear to spend another moment with – Tasha knew solitude was her lot in life. It hurt, but she couldn’t keep stringing innocent clans along.

Clan Deg would find out they needed to move along soon enough. She’d offer them the same lame excuse of ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ that she’d given all the rest. They’d be confused, maybe even a little hurt. Tasha knew they had four more chances in the lottery, and a clan as nice as theirs would probably strike gold next time. Surely by their third or fourth attempt.

Tasha forced a bright smile as they ushered her down the stairs that wound around the trunk of the tree. They answered that smile in kind, hope still alive that she might be the one to make their clan whole.