Taking Tilly (11 page)

It was amazing how desperately one
could want children when there was no chance of having
them.

He recalled in his youth, in the early
days of his service, he had considered birth control a nuisance
only slightly less repugnant than the risk of producing a child he
would have to support financially.

Now, he would gladly give all he had
any hope of making if he could only have the family he had spurned
as a young man.

It was just as well they had sold her
off, he thought a little sickly as he watched Tilly leave the stage
to be claimed by the male that had bought her.

Except that he suspected that male
might have a cruel streak.

Either he went through slaves very
quickly or he was wealthy enough he need think of nothing beyond
collecting sex toys to fuck. He’d seen him at every auction he had
attended and it could not be merely a coincidence, to his mind,
that the bastard was always there. It had to be that he missed very
few of them.

He shrugged it off, heading back to
the ship to find a drink less expensive and more potent than those
offered at the cantina. The male had a human female with him that
seemed enthralled enough by his charms to be displeased at his new
purchase. Maybe he had misjudged the creature?

No one seemed particularly happy when
they gathered that evening to count their spoils and
celebrate.

“
Well,” he muttered, “we
have gotten enough from the sale to purchase a good bit of supplies
for our little colony.”

Kane snorted. “It is not much of a
colony with no more than a dozen women and three hundred males.
Colony usually suggests family—community.”

Torin shrugged, although the comment
irritated him. “It is what it is,” he growled. “We should celebrate
that the human females have brought so much—not sit here with long
faces.”

Kane took a long drink. “I will miss
Tilly’s sweet little pussy.”

Torin snorted. “One is very like
another.”

“
Unless one is fond,” Aron
spoke for the first time. “It is different then.”

“
It is always different!
Each one is different and that makes them special,” Lucien snapped.
“I agree that there is much that is the same, but it is still
different with each. I very much enjoyed Tilly, myself, but I also
grew very fond of Maryanne’s pussy and Claire’s.”

Torin struck the table. “We have
brought a dozen loads and sold them! If you did not have the
stomach for this, you should have said so before. We can go and
mine for ore instead.”

“
The others were
not
human
females!” Max growled. “
They
are the closest we have found to our
women.”

“
They are so tiny it is
almost scary to fuck them for fear of breaking them and they do not
have two wombs,” Aron pointed out, “and I was always left wondering
where to put my posterior cock—or whether to use that one and leave
the other to dangle.” He looked around. “Yes, I know they have
another hole to use, but I am not especially fond of using that
one.”

“
What does it matter about
the womb, anyway?” Torin growled. “There is no filling even the one
with anything but seed. One might as well piss it on the
ground.”

Kane studied him. “Maybe,
but it is not fun to do that. I enjoyed ramming my cock into human
pussy—especially Tilly’s. I did not
want
to come when I was fucking her.
It felt so good I just wanted to keep fucking.”

“
Well it is not allowed to
take alien females to the colony. The colony is only for survivors
of Merkdar—only for our people!”

Kane frowned. “Mayhap we need to speak
in front of the council and see if we can get them to reconsider?
Even if we cannot breed them we can fuck them and that is far
better than having no female to fuck.

“
And as you pointed out,
Aron, they are puny. It does not take much to feed
them.”

“
It is a shame they cannot
be bred,” Torin said meditatively. “The council would be far more
likely, I think, to accept the aliens if they could be bred. A
half-breed would be better than having none of our blood passed
on.”

Torin did not know whether it was
fortunate or unfortunate that that thought occurred to him at that
moment because it prompted the realization that they had simply
assumed they were not compatible without checking.

But they had already sold the
women.

There would be no getting them
back.

That was when he realized that he must
accept that he had developed a specific fondness for Tilly—or at
the very least an addiction to her flesh—because he was not
satisfied, at all, by the thought that they could go back to the
human world and get more human women.

She was strong and brave and smart,
even if she was only human and not Merkdar. He would not be ashamed
of breeding off-spring on her, not ashamed of the child itself.
There had been others among the humans that were strong and brave,
or brave and smart but not strong. She was the only one that he
believed all of those things to be true.

It was deeply disturbing, therefore,
that he discovered when he at last reviewed the data from the
nano-suits, that not only could his Tilly be bred. She had been.
And it was his seed that was growing in her belly.

He had sold his own child when he had
sold the woman!

* * * *

When Emily behaved as if
she didn’t know her, Tilly was hurt and angry, but she decided that
Emily
did
know
her. She was certain she saw recognition in her little sister’s
eyes. She must simply be afraid to acknowledge that she
did.

She was eager, therefore, to get to
wherever the cat-man was taking them so that she might get the
chance to speak to her sister alone.

She discovered when they reached the
cat-man’s ship that she hadn’t considered that the cat-man might be
thrilled enough with his new toy that he would want to play with it
immediately. Instead of sending her to a place roughly the
equivalent of ‘the harem’ that she’d grown used to, he tightened
his grip on her arm and hauled her down a long passage to a large
room that she realized must be his cabin.

There, she discovered that the
cat-man’s pleasure was her worst nightmare.

He marched her across to the center of
the room where an x-shaped device stood. Unlocking the chain at her
wrists, he lifted her arms one at the time and clamped them to the
upper arms of the x. She had to go up on her tiptoes to reach—to
keep him from pulling her arms from their sockets and there was no
relief once he had clamped her wrists to the thing. Her toes barely
touched.

Crouching, he removed the chain at her
ankles and grasped the first, pulling it to a lower arm of the x
and clamping it before he caught her other ankle and repeated the
process, locking it to the last arm and leaving her spread eagle on
the thing.

Tilly’s heart was hammering with fear
long before he finished, but she’d been taught that she would be
punished if she even hinted at refusing. She tried to convince
herself that she was less likely to be hurt if she did as
expected.

Her sister, she discovered, had
accompanied them. She handed something to the cat-man and shot a
resentful glare at her older sister before she looked away
again.

The cat-man took the object Emily had
handed him and moved to her. She discovered he was carrying
something that looked like small metal clamps attached to
cords.

That was exactly what it
was.

She couldn’t actually see what he was
doing, but she felt the pinch on one side of the outer lips of her
sex and then felt the skin peeled back and fastened in place. He
repeated the process on the other side.

When he was satisfied, he returned to
Emily, who squeezed something into one of his palms.

That ‘something’ Tilly discovered,
appeared to be lubricant, although she didn’t have a clue, at
first, of why he would coat her sex so thoroughly with the goo,
even to pushing it inside of her and along the skin at the mouth of
her sex.

He returned to Emily when he’d
finished and was given another set of clamps attached to cords.
They looked much the same as the first set, but Tilly discovered
they had an entirely different purpose. When he returned, he began
to pluck and twist at her nipples until they were standing erect.
Once they were, he placed a clamp on each and then leaned down,
grasped her clit, and clamped it as he had her nipples.

All three areas began to throb
uncomfortably the moment he closed the tight clamps on them, but
Tilly discovered that was a mild precursor to what was to
come.

She was beginning to feel a great deal
more fear, however, than anticipation.

Shamefully, she also felt the
anticipation, felt her channel growing hot and moist.

It was probably for the best that she
did. When he’d finished clamping her, he reached for something
mechanical and pulled on it. Tilly couldn’t see anything, but she
could hear some sort of movement and her heart rate hitched upwards
a few more beats per second.

Then she felt something pressing
against the mouth of her sex, something cold, unyielding, smooth
and rounded at the end. The lubricant allowed the object to breach
the mouth of her sex with very little effort.

The effort came moments
later.

Whatever the object was, the small end
had been inserted. It widened from there fairly rapidly until it
was stretching her to the very limits—beyond those limits, she
thought, if not for all the lubrication.

She jerked at her manacles
then.

The cat-man grinned at her. “Too late,
precious.”

Tilly swallowed with an effort,
panting for breath as the thing moved deeper and deeper until she
was trying to stretch upward to prevent it from rupturing
her.

Thankfully, it stopped.

But she was afraid to move even a
fraction of an inch. The thing had spread her to the point of
burning and been inserted so deeply only balancing on her toes
prevented pain.

He moved to a lounge and sprawled on
it summoning Emily who moved quickly to crouch on the floor before
him.

Her movements told Tilly she was
unfastening his trousers. When he leaned back and closed his eyes,
she knew Emily had been ordered to give him head.

Puzzlement began to break through her
fear.

Why bind her in such a frightening way
only so that she could watch her sister give him head?

She discovered she’d underestimated
his plans. He wanted a show to stimulate him while Emily sucked his
cock.

He lifted his head after a moment and
looked directly at her. The moment he did, a sizzle traveled along
the wires connecting the clamps to her nipples and clit and the
metal shaft inside her began to move.

The first, tiny jolt of electricity
sent triple jolts flashing through her to reach her womb and
blossom into heat just as the shaft, which had been almost
completely withdrawn, drove deeply. She’d sucked in a breath at the
tingle. It was knocked out of her when the shaft drove home and
replaced the pleasure with pain.

Before Tilly could catch her breath,
she discovered that the device was set to escalate in speed and
intensity. Within moments the tickles were painful jolts that were
getting steadily worse and the shaft was withdrawing and pounding
into her until she couldn’t maintain her balance on her
toes.

She shouldn’t have come.

But she did.

And it was more intense than any
climax she’d ever experienced.

She screamed and kept on screaming
because the climax didn’t stop. She kept right on convulsing with
the most intense rapture she’d ever felt until it abruptly stopped.
She was barely conscious when it did.

Chapter Thirteen

“
Tilly is pregnant,” Torin
announced grimly when he returned to the command deck.

The others went perfectly still,
staring at him as if he had suddenly spoken to them in an alien
language.

“
Whose?” Kane managed in a
cracked voice. He seemed to collect himself at the sound. “One of
ours?”

“
Mine.”

They all blinked at him
stupidly.

“
We have to get her back,”
Lucien growled. “We cannot allow a Merkdar to be born into slavery.
We do not even know what they might do to her or the infant if it
is discovered that she is carrying one of ours.”

Torin glanced at Max and Aron, lifting
his brow questioningly. “Do you agree? Both?”

“
Hell, yeah!”

“
Affirmative!”

Torin nodded. “Good. I had planned to
go alone, but I do not want to take a chance that I might fail and
leave her there.”

There was no way, naturally enough, to
break into the ship of the cat-man. It was the front door or
none.