Alien Slave (4 page)

Wynhod only laughed.

Maybe politeness would get her
somewhere. “Please? You didn’t pay just to hang me up here all
night.”

Gelan: “But you’re so pretty to look
at, Dani. Very lovely, indeed.”

She warmed anew at the appreciative
tone he took. Next to the Kalquorians, she didn’t feel so much like
a big, galumphing horse. She was positively dainty surrounded by
the big men. Feminine. She liked the feeling.

If only they would touch
her!

Chapter 2

Gelan watched Dani’s muscles strain as
she fought the suspension field. Anticipation drove her to desire
their touch. They’d been right to watch and wait silently. Simply
taking what they wanted would have made her a good deal less eager,
intoxicated or not.

Truth be told, his fingers twitched to
run all over her long, supple body. The Earther was stunning from
head to toe. Her thick waves of copper hair shone with golden
highlights. It reminded him of sunrise over the mountain in which
he lived. Her tiny upturned nose was a counterpoint to plump,
luscious lips, lips he could all too easily imagine admitting his
aching cocks into the warm cavern of her mouth. Her neck was a long
column that even the twin streaks of drying blood from Krijero’s
bite couldn’t mar. Her breasts were shaped perfectly with rosy tips
that begged to be mouthed.

Gelan was sure he could wrap his hands
around her trim waist and have fingertip meet fingertip, thumb meet
thumb. Despite her long, lean frame, her hips flared out wide, a
perfect cradle to hold his. And with ample rounded buttocks, he’d
have plenty to grab onto as he rode her.

Her legs, like her arms, were long and
graceful limbs, and he wanted to feel them wrapped around his body
as he plunged into hers. Between them, her hairless sex beckoned.
Moisture glistened on the parted lips, and he barely managed to
restrain a groan. Gelan had every intention of playing with Dani,
learning what made her respond the best, and teasing her until she
begged for release. The heaviness in his groin told him he’d endure
as much torture as he planned to inflict on her.

A whimper, high and pleading, rang
through the room. Gelan exchanged a grin with his clanmates. She
was primed all right.

The men hadn’t planned anything in
particular when they’d booked the Earther. They’d been too
astounded at their luck in finding one on Dantovon, one who
actually engaged in sex without coercion. But they moved at the
same exact time, simultaneously stroking Dani’s skin as if they’d
choreographed the encounter.

Gelan went first to her cheek, his
fingertips whisper-soft against the silk of her face. She sighed as
he traced the line of that prettily tilted nose with his thumb. The
warmth of her breath against his palm made him look again at those
plump lips with longing. He vowed to himself that sometime tonight
she would wrap them around his aching need.

He smoothed over her delicate jaw and
chin. Gelan was vaguely aware of Wynhod and Krijero stroking her
elsewhere, of her breath quickening under the clan’s combined
attentions. He concentrated on learning all he could about her,
unconcerned with what the others did.

The Dramok slid his hand around Dani’s
throat, letting her feel his authoritative grip on the slender
column. Her mouth went slack, her face softened. Was it fear or
desire that greeted his control? Gelan leaned close to whisper in
her ear. “You are mine. This body is mine. I will do with it as I
please, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

She moaned gently, as lovely a sigh as
a man could hope for. “Yes, Dramok Gelan.” No tremor marred the
words, and he felt her pulse leap in her throat. Despite the
coolness of the room, she had a light sheen of
perspiration.

Definitely desire.

Gelan’s hand drifted down between her
lovely little breasts. Wynhod gently circled the nipple of one with
his thumb, making it tight and rigid. He smirked at Gelan, his
enjoyment and arousal blatant. The Dramok returned the leer. The
Earther girl was making their long overdue vacation one for the
books.

Krijero drew slow circles with his
fingertips over Dani’s stomach, his hand brushing the lower parts
of her breasts at the top of its loop and just missing her slit
when it descended. Gelan watched with fascination at how the slight
roundness of her lower abdomen trembled, especially when the Imdiko
ran the tip of his tongue over the cup of her belly button. Tiny
whimpers tinged her breath.

Gelan stepped around, inhaling the
clean, slightly salty scent of the Earther slave. He stopped behind
her, admiring the long, lean look of her back, the sweet curve of
her spine, and the lush pale orbs of her buttocks. That round
backside begged to be spanked until it turned as pink as her
nipples. His hand actually itched to make her flesh fiery hot. She
had said no to severe pain only. The sting of a firm spanking might
be to her liking. He knew he would enjoy giving it to
her.

For now, he was content to keep
exploring.

Starting at Dani’s wrists, he stroked
down her raised arms, his calloused hands rasping softly against
her smooth flesh. Farther down, his fingers brushed lightly over
the concave dips of her armpits. She tightened with a breathless
giggle. One corner of his mouth lifted, and he danced his fingers
over her pits again. She squealed.

“
That tickles!”

Krijero chuffed laughter in front of
Dani. Gelan kissed the tender cup of her ear in apology and
continued exploring what other delightful reactions he could
discover.

Her stretched posture exposed the twin
ladders of her ribs, and Gelan inspected them, musing at how
fragile she seemed. He feared he could crush her without using even
half his strength, and a sudden urge to protect the delicate
Earther came over him. How was it her kind had proliferated before
the war when the Kalquorians, so large and strong and
technologically advanced, had waned until extinction loomed on the
horizon?

Gelan took his mind from dark thoughts,
determined to enjoy this sweet morsel until they both fell from
exhaustion. He wasn’t much for philosophical rumination anyway. The
Dramok dealt in cold, hard facts, a boon to his police work when
he’d been an investigator.

The curve of Dani’s spine beckoned. Too
delightful to resist, Gelan accepted the invitation and ran his
tongue down from where it joined to her skull to the sweet crevice
of her buttocks. Her drawn-out groan was a pleasure to his
ears.

Kneeling behind her, Gelan spread his
hands out over her mounds. He squeezed, feeling how pliable her
flesh was, how easy to grip. Stifling a moan of hunger, he spread
the cheeks apart, opening her as much as he could. The tight bud of
her anus was revealed, and a spasm of want tightened his groin. He
wondered if she’d been taken there yet. For Earthers, such
pleasures were the ultimate taboo, one that even Dani might be
reluctant to yield to.

He wet his thumb in his mouth and
gently circled the aperture. Dani’s breath caught, and her most
secret flesh tightened. Gelan continued the light touch, swirling
around the orifice without attempting to breach its defenses. After
a few moments of this play, the Earther relaxed a little. He was
relieved at her acquiescence. She hadn’t called a halt to the
clandestine exploration as he’d expected her to.

Dani was just full of pleasant
surprises.

She warbled a cry, and Gelan leaned to
see what the others were doing without pausing from teasing the
girl’s flesh.

Wynhod had captured one swollen
reddened nipple between his teeth and flicked the tip hard with his
tongue while his hand worked her other peak. Krijero stroked her
nether lips, spreading honeyed wetness over her distended clit. It
was hard to say which of them had elicited the cry. Dani’s every
breath now ended in a whimper, and the sounds were getting
louder.

Gelan chuckled. She’d scream her throat
raw before they were done with her.

* * * *

In the darkness behind the blindfold,
Dani’s world swirled with pleasure. Desire continuously threatened
to bloom into explosion without quite making it. The bliss was
agony, something she’d never experienced before.

A rough mouth and hands tormented her
breasts with zings of sensation that alternated between slight
twinges of pain and heated ecstasy. The teacup mounds fit perfectly
in the devouring maw of the man torturing her.

Another mouth and pair of hands visited
similar delights to her wide open aching sex. Fingers moved in and
out of her core, using her roughly one moment, gently the next.
Every now and then her clit received attention. She never knew
whether the rough, rasping tongue would flick over the distended
nub, or if teeth would carefully close over it in a heart stopping
nip, or if lips would surround it to suck hard with pressure that
threatened to drive her insane. Each time the swollen flesh was
teased, she came right to the brink of climax, only to be denied
with a cruelty that left her reeling.

The third pair of hands held her
buttocks apart, and a calloused digit teased the rim of her anus.
At first Dani had feared the Kalquorian back there intended to
penetrate her, but he seemed content with stroking the tight
entrance. After a few moments, she’d

relaxed, amazed at the sensations she
received from that part of her anatomy. She’d never realized how
sensitive it was until now. Maybe it was the intoxicant that made
every touch a taste of heaven?

She was a little horrified to find
herself wondering what it would be like to have a man put his cock
in her there. The rumors of how Kalquorian men were endowed had
dismayed her before, but she’d dismissed them as religious
poppycock, just another ruse to enslave the minds of the masses
with fear. Too bad, because she was beginning to wonder what it
would feel like.

She’d have to add no Kalquorians biting
her to her list of no-no’s in her contract. Her brain was turning
to jelly under the influence, making her contemplate things too
abhorrent even for a free spirit such as herself.

But a ban on Kalquorians at all was
already in her contract. God, this was confusing.

The warm mouth covered her clitoris
again, and the tiny part of her mind still capable of thinking
disappeared in a wash of elation. Gentle suction tore a cry from
Dani’s throat. Bliss swelled in her belly, expanded, and here she
was on the precipice, ready to tumble over…

The mouth disappeared, leaving her
tottering on the edge, reaching, grasping, trying to find
completion. But the sweet blooming receded, and she couldn’t claim
it. A sob escaped. “Please…”

Before she could finish voicing her
plea, the thumb that had been skirting her tight rosebud pressed
in, slowly entering her taboo passage.

Dani gasped. Panic asserted itself, and
she fought the suspension field, trying to get away from the
intrusion. Her inability to move drove the terror higher, leaving
her unable to remember the word they’d given her, the word that
would stop everything.

Trapped. Unable to resist. Even her
father’s money and influence wouldn’t save her if she got caught
like this, allowing the most illegal of touches, the most profane
of acts. She’d be mutilated, tortured, imprisoned,
executed.

Teeth scraped one nipple then the
other. Another set seized her clit, holding it imprisoned for the
tongue that lashed it unmercifully. Heat suffused every cell of
Dani’s body, erasing the horror that had sublimated the euphoria
for a few hellish seconds. Her entire being seized, and she
strained for the orgasm that galloped headlong towards
her.

Then the mouths were gone, leaving her
desolate with incredible longing once more.

“
Nooo,” she cried, desperate
to capture completion. She’d go mad if they didn’t let her
climax!

Masculine chuckles answered, demonic
laughter of the beasts that tormented her. Now it was all hands,
clutching her breasts in meaty paws, fingers plunging in and out of
her womanhood, the thick thumb drawing gently out of her anus and
pressing in again.

As impending climax retreated, Dani
realized how good the unwanted rear end penetration felt. How
incredible the sensation was, the heady pleasure it gave. She’d
never felt its like.

Supposedly, receiving pleasure like
this would damn her to Hell. Dani had news for the vanished Church
and government leaders. Hell felt a whole lot like paradise to
her.

When the thumb disappeared, she
whimpered a protest. Gelan’s rumbling bass spoke in guttural bursts
for a moment, and the fingers in her front sheath also left her
body. Before Dani could voice a complaint, other fingers took their
place, wetting themselves in her honey. Then they were gone,
replaced by the first set of fingers once more.

She had no idea why the Kalquorians
were playing musical fingers with her pussy until a slick digit
picked up where the thumb had left off. She sighed delight as her
back passage was filled again.

Someone sucked her left breast into his
mouth. The cat-scratchy tongue laved her soft flesh, curling around
her areola with a dexterity that amazed. Her other nipple was
pinched almost cruelly, mixing pain with the delight. The
sensations sent a bolt of desire down to her now-abandoned clit.
Dani was barely aware that she moaned nonstop now.