“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me, sir.”
The submissive words escape me, almost as if there is some secret well inside me, a part I’ve locked away and refuse to acknowledge, but which controls all of my sexual responses.
Sharp wastes no time in obliging me. He strips my clothes from me again, throws me down on the floor, spreads my legs and pulls me up toward his freshly freed cocks. He is kneeling above me, and my pussy and my ass are impaled on him in one rough, punitive stroke as he fucks me hard.
It should hurt, I guess, but my relationship to pleasure and pain is getting all the way twisted.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Oh, my god. This feels so… this feels… oh, my god.”
I reach for his hands and cling to him with carnal desperation. It hurts a little, of course. There’s no way to have an alien fuck your ass and pussy without much in the way of foreplay and find it comfortable, but this is a punishment.
“Fuck, it… ow… fuck…”
“You’re being disciplined,” he growls. “In both your tight little human holes. You can do whatever you like. You can rebel. You can flee. You can cause a galaxy of trouble, and I will always hunt you down and fuck you until you come on both my cocks at the same time.”
With those words, a rough orgasm rips through my body, and I am left helpless in the wake of its power. My climax triggers his, and I feel myself being filled in both holes, his seed pumping inside me with so much power it’s like I am a vessel for his cum.
When he is done, he pulls me into his lap. He sits with his back against the bed, and me on his thighs, and he lets his seed run out of my ravaged holes and coat the both of us in a kind of sexual marinade.
I have nothing to say for myself. I don’t know what to think, much less what to feel. There’s something good about this, even though I know I should and do hate it. Make it make sense.
Sharp is quiet with me too, until he finally asks the question I know he is going to ask. It’s in the room with us, circling with the air in the room.
“Are you going to try to run again?”
“Maybe?” I whisper the response.
I still don’t know these people, or my mind. I know that the universe is dangerous and that I’ve been horny for these guys, but that’s not enough to base a relationship on.
I’m a captive. There’s no getting around it. They abducted me just now, and the first time around they kind of slow rolled my abduction. They might think they’re doing me a favor, but my free will is clearly an irrelevance in all of this.
He gives me a pained look, and I know he is about to give me a heavy dose of guilt.
“Why can’t you just understand that you are wanted here? That we love you?”
There we go. There it is. I fucking knew it. He just wants me to feel the way he wants me to feel. The fact that I’m not doing the emotions he wants is the problem. It’s not going to work. He might have fucked me, and I might remember him fucking me in the past, but real relationships are a lot more than being stolen and mated.
“Because I don’t remember you, or this,” I say, not letting on that I have actually remembered some stuff. “And what I do remember is being claimed. And dominated. And that’s what’s happened here too. You talk to me about love? You don’t know what the fuck love is.”
There’s a pause, and then he snorts. “That’s what you said before you disappeared.”
“Glad to see you learned from it in the past,” I say, sitting up.
“I’m not going to argue with you,” he says. “You ran to us once for safety…”
“No, I didn’t! I happened to be in the same bar as you when I first got to the Sligtonian stop.”
“So you do remember us.”
Fuck. I’ve fucked up by saying the thing that implies I have more memories than I’m claiming to have. Now he’ll think I’m lying about everything else. Why is being untruthful so inconvenient?
“No! I remember a little of what happened there. I remember trying to save women from being sold and I remember that going badly, and I remember nothing else.”
His expression hardens. I see him become determined in a way I know I will not like even before he opens his mouth to say possibly the worst thing he could.
“It doesn’t matter what you remember, and it doesn’t matter what you want. You need to accept your place with us. You are our pet. You are our mate. We own you.”
