Taking Tilly (7 page)

Shuddering in the aftermath of his
multiple climaxes, he finally lifted her off of his lap and set her
on her feet by his chair.

His second lifted his hand.
“Come.”

The commander caught her
arm before she could respond. “I
believe
you have had your turn already,”
he
murmured. Turning Tilly toward another man, he gave her a slight
push. If not for the suit, she was pretty sure she would have just
fallen on her face.

She
hated
the stupid
nano-suit!

Chapter Eight

It might have been the commander’s
decision to hand her off to the officer below his second, but Tilly
knew with absolute certainty and terror that she was going to be
the one to pay for it. She wasn’t fooled by the fact that he didn’t
argue with his captain. She’d caught a glimpse of malice in his
eyes before the commander had redirected her.

The ‘chosen’ one looked uneasy if it
came to that, but he didn’t argue with the commander either. After
glancing around and discovering he had the choice of the floor or
chair, he opted for the chair. Lifting Tilly, she settled her with
her legs over the arms of his chair as the commander had, except
facing him.

She discovered he was the one with the
biggest cock. Not that any of them had a small one, and she
supposed as huge as they were she shouldn’t have been able to tell
the difference, but of all of them this one was closest to
impossible to mount.

Not that she had a choice, but she
discovered she was grateful the commander had filled her with
enough fluids to make it possible to mount his shaft without
tearing.

And they were both still in a sweat by
the time he and the nano-suit between them managed to force her
down over it and Tilly thought for several moments that she would
explode.

Thankfully, he didn’t try double
penetration. He drove into her at a fierce pace that seemed
predicated toward shoving her womb into her throat, gnawing on her
nipples until she was whimpering and then ground as deeply into her
as he could get and jetted his seed into her.

She felt like weeping with relief when
he lifted her off. Only two more and she could crawl into a hole
and die!

Unfortunately, he wasn’t finished. He
spun her around so that her back was to him, impaled her in the
rectum with his posterior cock and pounded into her again until he
came a second time.

Tilly was past caring that
she hadn’t been allowed to come herself. In fact, her experience
with the commander had taught her that it was far worse when
she
was
allowed
if she was forced to climax over and over—which seemed to be their
interpretation of the flip side of the coin. None—or so many hard
climaxes that she felt like she was going to have a
meltdown.

Her feet carried her to the next
man.

He decided to stand her on her head
and fuck her standing, which wouldn’t have been as bad, she didn’t
think, as the chair torture except the bastard was nearly seven
feet tall. He lifted her feet clear of the floor, penetrated both
her rectum and her vagina and tried to beat her to death with his
cocks.

And from that direction, she got the
bigger of the two large shafts in her ass.

She thought she might be
bleeding internally when he handed her off to the last man. There
wasn’t any part of her that she could tell that didn’t hurt. And
worse, she was on fire. It was completely incomprehensible to her
that she could actually anticipate being fucked within an inch of
her life—when she
knew
that that was all she was going to get, not
relief.

The last one relieved himself so
quickly she felt cheated. She had to suppose he’d gotten so worked
up from watching the others that he could barely contain himself,
but it still angered her that he only pumped into her enough to
drive the ‘itch’ to the highest level of torment and then spilled
his seed and set her aside.

She forgot all about that, however,
when she discovered the second was going to take her back to her
cell.

She knew she was in for it as soon as
she flicked a glance at his face.

He sent her to bathe as soon as they
entered the room—another bad sign—especially when she discovered
the water was mostly focused on her genitals, the suit spreading
the mouth of her sex so that the water jetted inside of her to wash
away the seed of the others.

He indicated that she was to lie down
on the bunk when she returned to the room and of course there was
no choice. The suit carried her there and arranged her to his
satisfaction.

Her heart was hammering with a mixture
of dread and anticipation, however, when she was positioned as she
had been the first time for him—except this time the bunk itself
elevated her and when her feet were hooked on the edge of the bunk
and her hips lifted, he had only to drop to his knees for complete
access.

It was worse even than she’d
anticipated. Already burning alive from all of the stimulation
she’d gotten without even a tiny release, he sucked and pulled at
her clit and tongue fucked her until she reached a new high. And he
kept her there until she blacked out.

She came to when he rammed his cocks
into her. He pounded into her on and on until she began to drift in
and out of consciousness. Relief filled her when he finally drove
deeply and emptied his seed into her.

But it was short lived.

He started over almost at once and it
took him far longer to achieve climax the second time.

Tilly had begun to think her heart
would burst with the strain, but a flicker of relief went through
her when she felt him come.

He’d punished her for the trouble he’d
gotten into because of her, but he’d done his worst and he was
through.

He proved her wrong again.

He dropped to his knees once more. The
nanos repositioned her at the edge of the bunk as she had been at
first and dread seized her with the certainty that he was going to
start all over.

Instead, he shoved two fingers into
her and then three, then four, and then fisted his hand and began
to fist fuck her.

She blacked out when he began to fist
her.

She roused when his hand abruptly
disappeared and managed to catch a glance of the man struggling
with the commander, saw the commander slam his fist into the man’s
face, and then passed beyond caring.

* * * *

“
Well! The princess
awakes!”

Tilly stopped dead in her
tracks at the snide comment, just inside the lounge where the women
gathered to eat and chase their boredom. It wasn’t just because of
the venom that laced the woman’s words, however, although
she
was
baffled
as to why the woman would feel any animosity toward her—especially
if there was nothing more to it than the fact that she’d slept a
little longer than usual. It was the suggestion that she’d slept a
long time, though, that captured Tilly’s attention.

She’d felt great when she
woke up. She’d woken feeling better than she could recall in a very
long time—certainly since she’d arrived on the alien ship—had even
felt a stirring of hope, she supposed, because she
did
feel good! It hadn’t
taken long to recall the incidents that had led up to the best
night’s sleep she’d had since she was taken because her body was
humming with unexpended lust as soon as she was awake enough to pin
down what the uncomfortable ache was. But she knew
why
she felt that
way—because they’d fucked her half to death and she hadn’t been
allowed a release of her own—and it had been a lot worse plenty of
times.

Actually, she thought the very worst
time she’d had was when the commander had made her climax over and
over until she was the next thing to comatose.

She’d wondered why she
wasn’t also sore, really sore, because she could remember the
sexual positions had been strenuous to say the least. The nanos
might force her to assume any position the men commanded, but it
was
her
muscles
that moved and stretched and supported the various positions. And
she was generally sore when she’d had sex with one and nearly
crippled when she was fucked for hours.

So it was baffling that
she hadn’t really been sore and
that
along with the woman’s comment
seemed to suggest she’d had a prolonged period of rest.

Which she supposed would
be enough to make the woman resent her, particularly if they
thought
her
rest
meant more work for them!

She had no other reason to think it
was longer than usual, though.

She abruptly recalled that the
‘second’ had been pulled away from her right after he decided to
fist fuck her because he’d expended himself twice and apparently
couldn’t get it up a third time and didn’t feel like he’d punished
her enough. The commander had punched him in the face! She’d seen
the two men stagger out of her cell, locked in battle and then
she’d passed out.

Maybe that was it? The commander had
decided she was a trouble maker because he’d had to discipline his
second in command?

Resentment stirred inside
of her, but she struggled to set it aside. There was no point, at
all, in dwelling on the injustice of it! It wasn’t as if it was the
sort of thing women
never
experienced! Women had been blamed since the
beginning of time for the fact that men had very little
self-control. Anytime
they
exhibited a lack, it was the woman who was blamed
for enticing him.

Besides, they were merely the slavers
who’d captured her. They were taking her to sell her off. She
didn’t think the commander would take it lightly if she was damaged
simply because she was merchandise he expected to make money
on.

And she thought the fact that she’d
been allowed out must mean he had no intention of punishing her
more for the incident.

“
I wasn’t allowed out,”
she said tightly. “If you have a problem with that, just come on,
and I’ll bitch slap the shit out of you.”

The woman apparently decided to remain
anonymous. It was amazing how brave people could be when they
thought they had the upper hand! And how cowardly they were the
minute you challenged them.

A couple of the women closest to her
chuckled and Tilly turned to give them a cold look, tempted to head
back to her own cell.

But then again, that might make the
stupid bitch think she was afraid of her and then she’d be even
harder to live with.

One of the women held up a hand in
surrender. “Hey! I’m on your side.” She shrugged. “Marcia’s a
bitch, I know, but mostly she’s just scared.”

Tilly studied the one who’d spoken.
“You think I’m not?”

The woman looked surprised. “Actually,
I did.”

Tilly couldn’t help but smile. “Ah!
The bravado is working then!” she said wryly.

The woman motioned for her to join her
and the women with her. “I don’t believe it’s bravado,” she
disputed when Tilly sat down. “And it’s definitely not stupidity. I
don’t think I would’ve gone into a place like that even to look for
my sister—not that I have one.”

Tilly smiled. “I love my little
sister. If you had one and she went missing, I suspect you would
have done just what I did—if the damned police refused to look for
her.”

“
I damned sure wouldn’t!”
one of the other women argued. “I don’t even
like
my sister!”

The other women were
horrified.

Well, Tilly was. “But … she’s your
sister!”

The woman shrugged. “Not my fault—and
the feeling is mutual, believe me. I can tell you right now she
isn’t back home crying her eyes out because I’ve
disappeared.”

“
That’s ….”

“
Sad,” Tilly finished for
the other woman. “Personality clash?”

The woman laughed bitterly. “You could
say that—oil and water! Sibling rivalry at its worst.”

“
I know what you mean,”
Tilly said sympathetically. “Me and my brother are that way. But at
least I always got along with Emily.” For a few moments, memories
played through her mind of her and her sister as children. They’d
always been great memories, she thought, but now they only made her
sad. “She’s my little sister. I’m supposed to take care of
her.”

Chapter Nine

The one thing Tilly hadn’t experienced
aboard the alien ship was boredom. She’d experienced more terror
than ever before in her life, more misery, more pain, but she’d
been in no shape to experience boredom—until that day.

They spent ours gathered in the lounge
area—ate two meals—and spent the rest of the time either
speculating about their fate or sharing personal
stories.

Tilly was actually
surprised to discover that none of the women had children—even
though she distinctly recalled one had
claimed
to have children when they
were taken. Was that by design? Had the aliens determined which
women had children and which didn’t before they took
them?