She was escorted through a labyrinth of small shelters and doorways built into the caves, all of the constructions made of the same colors of the rocks and the strange red vegetation that predominated the area they were in. It was a strikingly beautiful place, she thought. It seemed well established, as though the rebels had been here for a long time.
A footpath leading to an ornately designed archway in the rock veered off to the right, and they took it. The path itself was also elaborately decorated, and small torches with a ceremonial appearance lined the walkway.
It was a long walk, accompanied by the sound of a beating drum that grew louder as she approached. When they reached the arched doorway, the guards released her elbows and gently prodded her forward. Lana’s heart was in her mouth as she stepped into the dim interior. She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light.
The room was large, cavernous, and in the center of it was a bed like her own, but larger on which red fabric not unlike the fabric of the gown she was wearing was draped. Surrounding the bed were at least ten aliens of ebony skin, painted by the bright red markings that Lana was beginning to recognize designated masculinity in its extreme.
Her stomach dropped to the floor as they stared back at her. Flashes of bright red crawled across some of their markings. Their amber eyes were hungry with lust.
She froze in the doorway for a moment, and turned with uncertainty toward the guards who had escorted her here. Surely they did not mean for her to be... left here withallof these warriors? Her bottom throbbed. The guards had blocked the door and had their backs to her. Where was the king-like figure who had just spanked her?
And why would she even care about such a thing?
Almost as if his presence could transcend space, however, Lana shivered as a breeze seemed to whisper in her ear:
You will be obedient. You will be submissive. You will favor no one warrior.
Her pussy throbbed, and her body, always a betrayer of her most intimate thoughts, the one she would prefer to keep submerged deep inside of herself, tingled with pleasure. Electrified shivers ran the length of her spine as the men moved closer to her.
There was nothing she could do, she reasoned. No way out.
The thought was almost a relief to her as she turned herself over to her fate, if that’s what this was. She took a step, gingerly, in the direction of her captors, who quickly encircled her.
Lana’s senses were on high; she could smell the scent of their flesh, each one slightly different than the other. Musky, very much like the sweat of pure human males, a hint of sweetness, a clean plant or flower, a whiff of wet dirt. It was intoxicating, though she didn’t want it to be.
The warmth of their bodies, so near to her, closing in upon her, radiated over her skin almost as if they were physically touching her already.
The red of their markings changed colors with more regularity now, flaring to a hot, bright crimson that did not wane as it had moments earlier. The color pulsed in some of them, and in others it seemed to have peaked at a certain shade of red. The amber of their eyes had been swallowed by the black of what she assumed were their pupils, but the appearance of their stare no longer terrified her. It transformed their faces to reflect hunger, desire, and, strangely enough, conveyed a sentiment of protectiveness that she could feel in her bones.
One of them approached her, and she involuntarily stepped away from him; the size of his masculine body, the coiled strength in his muscles, made her heart leap abruptly to her throat. Her back came into contact with the hot, dry flesh of another, who come to stand behind her. He did not restrain her physically, but the bulky heat of his chiseled chest was solid and unyielding: she was not going anywhere.
He lifted a hand to touch her at her neck, where she could feel her pulse throbbing in her artery. She shivered pleasurably when he touched her, and his expression remained stern but his red markings glowed perceptibly, inflamed by what she could only imagine was desire. She pressed herself against the man behind her, and the heat of his body rippled through her in waves as the warrior touching her drew his finger along the hems of the costume she was wearing, from the center of her neck, between her breasts, to her navel, and then to her mound. His fingertips were hot through the fabric, and her body responded by tensing, then softening.
The alien behind her slid his hands to her shoulders, making the fine hair on her neck stand at attention, before he suddenly pulled on the gown and she heard it shred neatly, tearing open to expose her body to all. Her nipples were erect in the cool air that was rapidly heating as the warrior before her moved closer, his hands now untying or unfastening the costume that covered his loins. She stared at him, her mouth trembling as he loomed above her, his body just fractions of an inch away from her. She heard the material fall to the floor with a loud plunk, and his manhood sprang toward her thighs, hard and solid. And large.
She dropped her eyes to look at it; it was identical in size and shape to the phallus she had trained on, which caused her a moment of confusion before the pieces of the puzzle of this planet came together for her—this was a Galleon rebel base. These were the very Galleons she had trained to please and accommodate. This fate, then, was possibly better than her destiny to be paired to a prince...
But she had no time for such complicated thoughts, especially because the energy to think was draining away from her mind and into her body’s reactions. The gown was sliding from her skin with the assistance of the warrior behind her, over her hips, falling to the floor with a light swish.
A shiver gripped her momentarily, but the heat from between the alien’s legs absorbed the cold air and she was almost immediately so warm that she could feel sweat gathering on her neck.
She felt the alien’s aroused cock against her thigh, a bead of pearly white pre-cum smeared across her leg, and then her eyes fluttered closed as warm, dry lips brushed her shoulder, followed by a sharp, painfully pleasant bite.
“Ow,” she whispered, but the sensation of the bite transformed in waves, turning from pain to intense pleasure, running over her shoulder and down her body as though someone had spilled an arousing liquid over her torso. When the waves of pleasure reached her abdomen, she felt much as she had when she was stimulated by the vibrating machine by her trainer: her pussy throbbed with arousal and she could feel her juices snaking down her thighs.
She was pulled backward and down, onto the bed, by the alien behind her, who cradled her between his legs, his hands running along the length of her arms, the liquid arousal he was causing sinking her into such a state of craving and pleasure that she had to close her eyes in order not to be overwhelmed.
Her legs, she could sense, were being parted, but the moment the realization reached her foggy mind, her fingers were engulfed in a hot, wet envelope of flesh, her wrists circled by warm hands. Her eyes flew open, and she caught a glimpse of another warrior holding her right wrists firmly with his strong, wiry hands, his mouth closed around her finger.
But between her legs, the warrior who had approached her first had gripped her thighs and his tongue was moving lightly over her outer labia, lapping up her pussy juices, sending another wave of pleasure through her from below.
The sensation of his tongue, snaking along her labia, then inward, teasing, fluttering against her wet flesh, made her arch her back, overcome with pleasure. She was going to come, already... she closed her eyes and braced to be teased to excruciating, painful heights before having to suffer with no relief as she had been treated so many times in training.
But the pleasure did not stop; like the bite on her shoulder, the touch of the alien’s tongue was delivering throbbing waves of arousal to her very center, waves so powerfully erotic that she was spinning up to heights of pleasure she had never before experienced.
Heights so great, she became suddenly afraid of the orgasm that would follow. She pulled on her wrist with a jerk, to place her hand on the alien’s head and stop him; it was too intense, she couldn’t bear it. She could hear herself now, mewling and howling, making noises that barely sounded human.
But the alien who held her wrist caught it and pulled her arm toward his cock, placing her fingers around his throbbing member but not releasing her from his grip. It pulsed in her hand, ready, enormous, thick and... virile.
