Teasing Tilly (9 page)

And nothing else.

They were herded from the processing room and into the room where they’d first been held and left alone to stare out of the portholes toward the planet they were approaching.

Not the most optimistic among them—or the most inclined toward self-deception—could convince themselves that it wasn’t real or even that they were being returned to Earth.

The planet below them only bore a resemblance to Earth in the fact that it was a globe.  It at least appeared to be larger than Earth, but Tilly knew there was really no way to tell that.  There was water—but the oceans seemed to be confined to the pole areas with the exception of a few fairly large lakes. 

The sun was red and the planet had a trio of tiny moons.

This, Tilly realized, feeling her belly tighten painfully, wasn’t even another pickup spot.  This was where the slave market was located.

The ship landed in a nearly featureless desert area.  The ground, a reddish/orange, rolled toward some fair sized hills in the distance, and there was scraggly, sporadic vegetation, but it certainly didn’t seem lovely or inviting.

There was a village, she supposed, not far from where they landed but it looked like something from old west mining-type towns on Earth.  The buildings were all small and looked more shanty-like than futuristic. 

They didn’t look particularly alien for that matter, but then she supposed a box was a box and structures would have to follow that form to stand–unless of course they decided to build domes or pyramids.

There were other spaceships, she saw—many different designs, some just landing, some already emptying of the people that had brought them.

She saw the gang plank of their ship lowered and then the commander and one of his men strode down it and disappeared in the direction of the village.

Expecting momentarily to be ordered out themselves, everyone merely remained by the windows, staring out—no doubt thinking as Tilly was that there was nowhere to go even if they escaped.

She supposed that might be why they’d chosen such a place for the slave auction.

Tired of standing after a while, Tilly moved to the edge of the room and sat down, propping her back against the wall.

The metal paneling was shockingly cold to her bare skin, which made sitting there less than pleasant, but she supposed she would have to get used to discomfort given the life she had lying before her.

She was sorry she didn’t have the nano-suit, though.  She’d hated the stupid thing from the start—even before she’d realized it was in control of her—but she’d worn it so long she’d grown accustomed to the uncomfortable pinch.  And, even though she was only covered when they allowed it, she hadn’t been totally naked like she was now.

She didn’t have long to be uncomfortable.

The second arrived to collect them.  She’d wondered why it was one of the others that had gone with the commander when the second was highest ranking next to the commander.

He summoned her.

She’d already surged to her feet and moved toward him before it occurred to her that she was no longer wearing the nano-suit and could respond, or not, according to her own will.

She was still at their mercy, however, and the second had taught her about defying him in any way.  He caught her chain and led her out of the room and down the corridor to her own room.  Once there, he told her to assume the position.

She complied.

He studied her for a moment and told her to turn and hook her heels on the edge of the bunk.

Tilly swallowed with an effort, knowing what that meant—instantly recalling the last time he’d begun with oral sex.

She didn’t hesitate, however.  She instantly obeyed, not only because she’d been conditioned to, but because she was afraid any hesitation would inspire him to do his worst.

And his worst was pretty bad.

And the commander and the other men were gone.  She’d seen the one leave with the commander and the others follow them down the gangplank—to stand guard, she supposed.

He dropped to his knees and ordered her to use her fingers to pull the outer lips of her sex out of his way since she wasn’t wearing the nano-suit anymore.

She complied, realizing only as he covered her clit with his mouth without preamble that there was an unexpected side effect to her performing that act herself.  She felt as if by doing so she was offering her flesh to him.

It seemed to make the exquisite torment all the more intense.  Heat poured into her belly from the hungry pull of his mouth on her clit, churned like a fiery cauldron.  Within moments she was gasping hoarsely for breath, trembling on the verge of coming.  He seemed to sense it in her twitching movements from trying to remain still for him when she no longer had the suit to make her be still.  He sucked her clit harder, sending her spiraling into ecstasy.  She held still as long as she could while the convulsions of ecstasy rolled over and through her, but she reached a point where she felt like she couldn’t bear anymore.

He was ready for her.  The moment she tried to evade the torture of his mouth, he coiled his arms around her hips and kept right on pulling at the ultra sensitive nub until she was weeping from the unrelenting intensity of it.

Finally, he let her go and she collapsed weakly onto the bunk.

“It will be better for all to be rid of you.  We are few—and we have little.  We cannot afford to squabble over something as insignificant as an alien slave woman when all had agreed that we would share whatever fortune brought our way.”

Tilly was the next thing to comatose from the moment he finally let go of her clit and allowed her to come down.  She barely heard him over her gasping breaths and the blood thundering in her ears, but she was in no state to comprehend anyway—even if he’d spoken English rather than his own language.

“Up.  Is time.”

Tilly was too weak, she discovered, to get on her feet without the aid of a nano-suit.  He grabbed her arm and hauled her up.  She struggled to put one foot in front of the other as he half led half carried her back to the room where the others waited, but it felt as if her legs were made of jelly.

She didn’t get the chance to go back and sprawl on the floor to recover.  When he opened the door, he ordered all of them out.  They were marched down the corridor and then down the gangplank.

The first ‘taste’ of the alien world came as they left the ship.  Even the air, Tilly thought dully, smelled alien. 

Despite the fact that the spot where they’d landed appeared to be a desert, it was also cool and windy.

But then she was still heated from the horrendous climax she’d just experienced.  Maybe, she thought vaguely, she wouldn’t feel as if she was freezing to death if not for that.

Or maybe it was just the fact that she wasn’t used to parading around outside wearing nothing but chains. 

The ground was mostly sand or at least sand-like, but there were tiny pebbles that hurt her feet as she was led across the ground to the village.  Walking didn’t get a lot easier once there, however.  The ground was hard packed but still littered with tiny torture devices that dug into the soft soles of her feet.

There was a platform near the center of the village and several pens or cages beside it. 

When they arrived, women were already being led onto the wooden deck and displayed and there was a fair crowd gathered—primarily men, or males.  Tilly thought there seemed to be at least a half a dozen different humanoid species—but they looked humanoid, at least.

Of course that was no guarantee that whatever they had to reproduce with was going to be especially compatible to her own reproductive organs.

By the time the second dragged her from the cage and led her up the steps to the platform, the crowd had actually doubled or tripled. 

The auction master took her by one arm and led her to the front and center of the platform, then began to speak to the crowd in some language she didn’t understand.

Well, she didn’t suppose she needed to.  She’d known almost from the very beginning that this was to be her fate.

She’d dreaded it even before she’d realized that she would be paraded across the auction block stark naked.

Oddly enough, though, she felt distanced from the proceedings as the auctioneer forced her to walk back and forth on the platform, close to the edge so that the males below them could get a good look at her, stopping her from time to time to turn her first one way and then another to show her ‘assets’, even to making her bend over and touch her toes so that he could spread her cleft for them to get a good look at her genitals.

She felt oddly numb.

Until she happened to catch a glimpse of a woman near the middle of the crowd that was as human as she was and completely recognizable despite the garments and makeup she was wearing. 

Emily was standing next to a humanoid alien that looked more like a cat than anything else Tilly could think of—and at that moment, he looked straight at her and lifted his hand to place a bid.

She’d found Emily!  She couldn’t believe her good fortune for many moments.

And then it hit her.

She wasn’t going anywhere except where her buyer took her … and neither was Emily.

Chapter Twelve

It was too late to change anything by the time Torin reached the auction—the bidding had already begun—but then he hadn’t realized until he saw the auctioneer parading Tilly back and forth that he could not bear to part with her.

He
had
acknowledged, at least to himself, that he was far more partial to her than he should have been.  That was why he had left it to his second in command, Kane, to handle the sale of the slaves.  He knew he had begun to feel far more possessive of her than he should have—than he could afford to allow himself to feel. 

In point of fact, he had been tempted, more than once, to break Kane in half for touching her—Kane more than the others because of the way she responded to Kane’s touch.  Not that he had happily shared her with the other members of his squad.

Which was unacceptable.

There was barely a handful of his people left since the war and the destruction of their world.  The few of them that were left had scattered across the universe in an effort to survive.

They all knew that if they did not cooperate with one another, work together instead of focusing on themselves, their species was going to die out.

Not that they would not anyway. 

They were merely delaying the inevitable and they all knew it.

Because there had not been more than a small handful of their women aboard the ships in their fleet and everyone else had perished. 

Those women were the only hope for their species—were cherished and petted and pampered as necessary to make certain their species at least had a glimmer of a future.

But most of them had no woman and no hope of one—not a woman of their own kind—which meant they also had no hope of off-spring.

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.  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, however, 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.