Alien Hostage (52 page)

Two of his fingers dove into her as he continued to mouth her, driving hard and fast to make her drenched and eager. Dripping with her honey, he moved his fingers to her ass, stretching her with ruthless power. Her body tried with all its strength to move against him. But there was no way to physically respond, no way to find either release or escape.

She was amping up towards climax, chasing it down. Her cunt seemed to shiver, brilliance sparkling through her, taking her right to the edge. Nur’s breath was hot on her clit, his mouth hovering just over it. Just one lick. Just one kiss. Just the barest touch and she would be there…

He moved away, pulling his fingers free of her. “Who else would like to taste this lovely, naked pussy?”

Wekniz came close, silencing the cry of dismay Tasha had been ready to voice when Nur left her needy.
Oh please, please
. She needed to come.

He leaned over the stretcher between her splayed legs, his long body finding it easy to reach. His tongue also lapped with a slow glide over her eager pussy. She thought for sure she was wound up enough to shatter with the next touch, but Wekniz avoided her clit. She was left close to orgasm, but unable to realize it.

The hard, flat edges of his teeth closed over her labia, biting just enough to send a ringing jolt through her sex. Then another lingering lick up her slit, stopping short of the swollen bit begging to be touched.

Bite. Lick. Bite.

He straightened a little. His fingers found her cunt soaked, and he rubbed up and down the slit, wetting the digits. Then they eased into her ass as well, this time scissoring back and forth to stretch her.

And still lick, bite, lick, bite.

Then his other hand was on her, spreading her pussy lips wide. His thumb settled on the upper part of her clit and eased the hood back to display the engorged nubbin. His tongue flicked out to give it a barely-there touch. Barely there, but she was too sensitive for it to feel anything but profound.

Electric. Wet. Hot.

He released the hood, allowing it to settle over all but the very tip of her clit. His tongue stroked on one side and the other, never allowing her to cool but not quite tipping her over.

Everything below the waist was a ball of feeling. Her guts strained for explosion that never quite detonated. Breath whistled out of Tasha’s throat as even that part of her clenched tight. It was as if her whole body gathered itself for climax.

Then Wekniz was gone, leaving her teetering at the precipice … and slowly, reluctantly backing down again.

As she yelled in agony, the Nobek straightened and stepped away. “Your turn,” he told Falinset.

The Dramok grinned, his expression happy. Genuinely happy. The emotion coming from him had been rare enough that seeing it again, so frank and joyful, jarred Tasha. For a bare second she forgot how desperate she was to climax.

Then he took Wekniz’s place. His hot hands, one on her breast and one on her now hairless pussy, reminded her of how much she ached from denied pleasure. Her heart pounded to feel him touching her, this strong-willed Dramok who had once kept an entire Empire at bay.

He fondled her breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples with the casual authority that came so easily to his breed. His other palm rubbed slow circles over her mound, reminding her of its bareness and his strength.

“I like how you feel with the hair gone,” he said. “You may thank Nur for providing me such a delightful pussy to enjoy.”

She had trouble remembering how to form words. When she didn’t speak up fast enough to suit him, he gave her pussy a light slap. Pain, as heady as any pleasure, bloomed from the contact he made with her clit. She shot right to the verge of orgasm again. Falinset went back to rubbing her mound in slow circles, his brow raised as he waited for her to obey.

The immediate urge for completion receded once more. Wanting to curse Falinset more than anything for being such a controlling fiend … the wonderful jerk … she gasped the words he wanted to hear. “Thank you … Nur … for giving our Dramok … my nice, shaved … pussy.”

Nur beamed as if she’d done something particularly clever. “You are very welcome, my Matara. You too, Falinset.”

“Better,” Falinset praised her. “Though I do expect immediate obedience from this point on, Natasha.”

There was both warning and approval in his tone. The warning notched up her anxiety, but the approval was a sweet balm to immerse herself in.

Even sweeter was the feeling of his fingertips tracing up and down her slit, spreading the warm wetness all over before circling her entrance. “I do like how wet you are, lover. I like how eager you always are for us. How your body begs for our touches. How you surrender when we wish to play with our woman.”

His touch was exquisite, tormenting. Tasha thought he might choose to tease her for hours before relenting. He’d done so the first night they were able to truly celebrate their clanship, when they’d been sure the Imperial Clan and Royal Council wouldn’t challenge the match. With Falinset dictating their every move, he and the other two men had kept Tasha in a tormented thrall, denying her orgasm until she’d been reduced to screaming for it at the top of her lungs. Even then Falinset had gagged her and made her endure another hour of near-climax and unrelieved arousal before at last making her come so hard she nearly passed out.

He pushed his fingers inside her, pumping a few times before pulling out to circle around her throbbing clit. Then he was inside again, dragging fingertips against the front of her sheath, inciting heavy, full excitement in her cunt. Then once again circling her clit, affording it the barest touch over the sensitive tip. Molten heat sizzled through her, swirling up through her belly.

He pinched her nipples in turn, the slivers of feeling more pleasure than pain. He kept doing so, each pinch bringing more pressure and more stabbing thrills than before. Her breasts felt heavier as he enjoyed himself and her inability to deny him. All the while he continued to play with her pussy, stroking her clit, fucking her with his fingers, making her spasm over and over.

Need consumed her, devouring her until Tasha’s world narrowed to where he touched her. There were only Falinset’s fingers, bringing her to aching, throbbing life wherever they roamed. She was his, existing only for him.

The next time he touched her clit, his fingers stayed there. He stroked the swollen flesh, making her whole body burn with an inner fire. She felt as if steam should be rising from her skin, filling the air with vapor. She tried to squirm, but her body held still for the merciless teasing that had her moaning. He kept bringing her close to orgasm, but somehow knew when to ease his touch so she never quite could make it over that cataclysmic peak.

“So close,” he breathed, watching her with a hungry look on his strong-jawed face. “So very near. But not yet. I want to hold you right here, right on the brink where you’re ready to crumble. Right at this spot where you can see the end but not quite reach it.”

Her pulse was a relentless tattoo in her ears, making his words distant. Yet she somehow heard and understood. He was going to drive her insane with this maddening pleasure that had no resolution.

“Please,” she whimpered, tears streaking from the corners of her eyes. “Please, Falinset.”

“That’s it. Beg me for it, knowing I won’t let it happen. Plead so prettily, as you always do, even though it’s in vain. Beg, Natasha.”

“Please. Pleeeease.”

She entreated. As promised, he gave her no relief. He tortured her with rapture, his gaze avid on her as she groaned in hopeless supplication. Only when her pleas became sobs did he step away, leaving her shaking violently with excruciating arousal.

“I think she might be ready for us,” he told their clanmates in a droll tone.

They laughed and Nur tapped the computer panel. The next moment, Tasha’s need to writhe was answered. She could move again.

She jumped up and launched herself at Falinset, leaping from the unwavering hover stretcher. He caught her in mid-air, and she wrapped her arms and legs around his thickly muscled body. She plastered a kiss to his mouth while rubbing herself against him. Bliss beckoned.

“Oh no you don’t,” Wekniz said in her ear. He and Nur untangled her limbs from their laughing Dramok, pulling her down and setting her on the stretcher again … facedown this time.

Tasha squalled and kicked until an open palm spanked her ass and other hands tied her wrists behind her back with silky binds. She was helpless again with a smarting, roasting rear.

“Brat,” Nur said in an affectionate tone. “Now we’ll have to remind you to behave.”

Her legs were pulled apart, opening her yet again. A hand held her down between her shoulder blades as others gripped her ankles. Caressing touches stroked her calves, the insides of her thighs, the crease of her ass, her pussy. They took delight in touching her wherever they wished despite her desperate struggles. She ached so badly, but all they would do was tease.

At last she gave up. She had no choice but to let them do as they pleased with her until they were ready to give her what she needed. The control was not hers. When it came to them, she wasn’t sure she wanted any.

Except she needed to come in the worst way…

“Much better,” Wekniz praised. Yet they still held her down and their fingers still plied her secret folds. Her insides bubbled with want, but she could not demand anything of these men. They had all the power.

That soothed her even as her body burned from the tension they caused. When fingers pushed deep inside her, she yielded. Other fingers, coated with her juices, pushed into the tighter entrance. She submitted with no resistance.

Falinset’s whisper was hot in her ear. “We are going to fuck you so damned hard, my little Matara. In every way a woman can be fucked.”

Tasha groaned. She thought she might liquefy in a puddle right there.

“The corner?” Wekniz suggested.

“Perfect,” Falinset agreed.

They planned to replace their destroyed fuck chair, but hadn’t found one they liked yet. In its place for the time being, they’d installed a series of straps and chains in the far corner of the room. The apparatus hung from the ceiling, the height adjustable … as well as the many configurations they could put each other in.

Wekniz picked Tasha up and draped her trembling body over his beefy shoulder. He carried her to the corner in less than half a dozen long strides.

The dark blue leather straps were thick and wide. Hanging from its chains, the largest one resembled a swing one might have found on an Earth playground. The others were smaller and more flexible, perfect for binding wrists, thighs, and ankles.

With three men to put her in position, Tasha was bound and hung in the air to their liking within seconds. The large strap supported her at mid-back, taking the bulk of her weight. Her arms stretched towards the ceiling, securely fastened. Her ankles and thighs also rested in the straps, which held her wide and vulnerable.

Nur kicked a couple of seating cushions over. “Even through the rugs, this rock flooring is brutal. I’d like to keep my knees functioning.”

“Good idea,” Falinset agreed, dragging one beneath and behind Tasha. “She could be a bit lower.”

“Done,” Wekniz said, and barked a command at the mechanism that altered the height of the setup. Tasha floated down to about three feet off the ground.

They gathered around her, kneeling on the cushions. Nur squatted before Tasha, between her splayed thighs. Wekniz was on her left. Falinset crowded from behind, his chest a support for her upper back.

They started touching her again, each man concentrating his efforts in a different place. Wekniz, ever the breast man, leaned in to suck hungrily at her nipples. The warmth of his mouth filled her with longing. The heat roiled down to her belly, bringing desire into sharp focus yet again.

Nur rubbed the folds of her pussy and the sides of her clit, making her squirm. “Still wet. Getting wetter yet,” he observed. He pushed a finger into her, slipping in with ease to prove his point. He pounded in and out, the friction making her burn. She jerked hard, making the chains that held her suspended shiver a light tune.

Falinset’s hands roughly massaged her ass, spreading the cheeks wide as he manhandled her. “I’m going to enjoy feeling this tight sleeve around my primary cock,” he growled in her ear. His hand delivered a sudden slap to the sensitive underside of one cheek. The heat joined the growing inferno within her belly.

Wekniz stopped mouthing her tingling breasts. He stood up tall, looming over her. His hand gripped the front of his pants and pulled. The seam of his crotch parted, and his cocks sprang into view before her face.

Thick, glistening with the fluids of his arousal, the veined lengths were swollen with need. Her mouth was already parting, needing to taste him as the heady aroma of his desire filled the air.

“Matara,” he breathed, reaching down and grasping a handful of hair at the back of her head. He drew her forward to slide his smaller cock between her lips, his other hand holding the larger front cock against his abdomen. “My love.”

His smooth, hot flesh filled her mouth. The flavor of his juices, reminiscent of cinnamon with a bit of spicy bite, saturated her senses. He pumped with short, quick strokes as she swallowed the deliciousness of Kalquorian male.