“I am going to make you pay, you little wretch,” Sharp promises me in a tone as cold as ice.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I say. I practically moan the words.
“We’ve missed you, baby,” the blond says. I feel his hand running over my ass. I never let anybody touch me like this. If men try, I hit them. If hitting them doesn’t work, I do more. But right now, I’m not doing anything. I don’t want to stop this. I’mbeing felt up in a club like one of theReal Women TMand I want more.
The bull runs his hand down the front of my body. His thick, powerful fingers rub over the apex of my thighs, over the shorts underneath my skirt. My knees almost immediately buckle, but the hand at my throat tightens and keeps me upright as this alien, this devil, this fucking monster with untold power slowly and competently starts to finger me. He starts over my underwear first. I’m wearing cute little boy shorts under my skirt so if I have a tumble or something I don’t flash the world.
He pulls my shorts to the side and exposes my lower lips. My pussy is drenched, and he manages to slide two thick alien fingers inside me. They’re hot and hard, and they make me feel like I was made for this moment. I’m being fingered by an alien Minotaur while others watch.
Sharp is examining me. His grip on my neck is firm, not cutting off my breath, but keeping me in place. He’s not going to let me go. He’s never going to fucking let me go. I can feel that deep inside me, in some place where things I didn’t know I still knew seem to have been hiding all this time.
The fingers plunge deep inside me, stretching me, all the way to the base of his fingers, the fat of his palm presses against my clit, and the Minotaur starts rocking his hand against my pussy, grinding my clit and filling my pussy at the same time. Behind me, the other alien pushes my legs open with his foot.
“That’s right, good girl. You’re being so good for us,” the blond purrs from behind. “You’re going to make up for all the time we’ve missed with you. We’re going to wrap you around our cocks, fill you with our seed, breed you nice and deep and hard,and you’re going to remember what it feels like to be happy with us again, our little stray.”
His hands slide up to my chest, squeeze and play with my breasts. Sharp is just holding me, but that seems to satisfy him, and it seems to satisfy me too. That grip on my neck feels like an anchor, and a reminder, though I still can’t remember.
It doesn’t matter, because I am feeling real passion right now, true pleasure of a kind no pill could impart. I’ve taken my stuff, once. I wanted to know what I was saying. It felt like flying, like being part of everything at once. It felt like peak pleasure—and somehow this feels better. I don’t understand how that’s possible. It shouldn’t be chemically or physically possible.
But here I am, writhing on the fingers of a massive alien who insists he knows me and owns me, and being kept in place for it by two others.
“She’s lost nothing in her responses,” Sharp says. “Look at her, wriggling around, soaked for us. Do you want to be bred here, pet? Do you need our cocks in you, one after the other like old times? Should we show these other pathetic humans what it means to have alien masters?”
His words make my stomach flip, my pussy clench, and my brain wake the fuck up in ways it hasn’t in years. I haven’t had a memory come back this entire time. Not so much as a flash of reminiscence.
But Sharp’s words and the Minotaur’s fingers lead to a sudden flash of my having been in bed with all three of them, all of us naked. This one holding me, he has scales in intimate places, and if he is not careful with me when they penetrate, then it can be very rough indeed.
The fragment of memory makes me blush and astonishes me deeply. I assumed that my lost memories wouldn’t be all that interesting. I figured I maybe saw something I wasn’t meant to see, or just got caught up in something messy. I had no concept that my life before this one involved group sex with hot fucking aliens.
I guess I do know these guys. But I still don’t know how or why or what I’m… the bull pushes his fingers deep inside me, twists, the pad of his thumb presses against my clit, and I am instantly so fucking close to orgasm my legs start shaking. Right here on the dance floor, surrounded by throngs of people, an orgasm is starting to build inside me.
I don’t touch myself much in my private time. I’ve been too distracted to do so lately anyway. I’ve been thinking about selling stuff and not getting caught and keeping stray males out of my tiny apartment.
I’m not worried about any of that right now. All I’m worried about is the pleasure running through me in swift, peaking pulses that follow the motion of the bull’s fingers.
There’s a sense of arousal rushing through me that make me swoon and go weak at the knees. In their hands, I feel protected. The crowd is all around, all the terrible things I have been trying to survive are right behind them. But none of that can get to me right now as I give myself to the sensations and almost collapse in orgasmic pleasure.
It’s the first time I’ve felt safe in a very long time. Maybe since I woke up in the hospital. It’s also the best I’ve felt in the same amount of time. The orgasm overwhelms my physical senses and wraps me in a sense of pure ecstasy.
I shudder and shake, pulled up against the strong body of a strange creature who seems to know mine as well as if it were his own. Slowly, thick fingers slide from my pussy.
“It’s time,” I hear someone say. “Let’s get her out of here.”
The aliens move even closer around me, sandwiching me between their three bodies. I am unable to move, and there is no reason for me to want to. The lights around me seem to glow brighter and brighter around me until the club simply phases out of existence.
Schwoop!
There’s a big pop, like I was suddenly surrounded by a big soap bubble that lost containment. The club is gone and I am standing inside some kind of spaceship. I can tell because I can see Earth out the window. I can see the curve of the blue and green world and the shades of the corporate stations orbiting it.
“Did we just fucking teleport?” I’m more excited than I am afraid. That was amazing. I am also still trembling from orgasm, my pussy contracting around a cock that isn’t there. I want to grind my hips against something. I want to be held. My body is crying out for a long-lost touch.
The aliens step back a little. We were all so close it was impossible for us to look at one another properly. They want to look at me. They want to inspect every inch of me. The lighting in this space is much brighter and more revealing than the intermittently lit shadows of the club. The ability to see one another is mutually taken advantage of.
“Something like that,” the alien with the glorious hair and the muscle in his cheek says. He smiles at me and his cheeks dimple and the scaling around his hairline sort of seems to shift a little.He looks like a galactic barbarian prince, I decide. He’s the most human of the three of them, though there is no way he could be mistaken for a person. His eyes are a little too big, his jaw a little too strong and broad. His nose is sort of flat across the bridge and down to the tip. When he smiles, his teeth flash with points, and a couple of very pronounced canines.
The tall one, Sharp, is quite imposing. His eyes are interstellar green, and his general features are not that different from Benedict Cumberbatch, whose reruns still play on Zeal TV to this day. They are sharper though, and haughtier. His eyes are narrow and the edges slant up toward his ears. He has a cosmic case of resting bitch face, but he is beautiful nonetheless. The scales on his face and hands gleam in the ship’s light. He is dangerous, I decide. They all are, but he has a particular kind of menace to him that makes me curious as hell.
The bull who made me come is the most shocking or perhaps alien of them all. His skin is thick and deep red. His face is more like an animal than like a man. He has a snout and a mouth filled with the teeth of a beast who chews plant matter. His eyes are big and soulful. He has a thick plume of dark hair between his horns that runs down the back of his powerful neck. He is wearing pants, but not shoes. He has hooves, and a tail that ends in a pointed tip. His upper torso is naked and so muscular every movement he makes causes a ripple that draws my eyes so completely it feels like there’s nothing else happening in the world. Or off it, I guess.
