Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Manik grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard. I come with my body arching and squirming around his hard alien cock, triggering his own alien orgasm. He roars with pleasure, holding me so tightly I am afraid I might bruise. Every part of me is sensitive from his handling, and every part of me feels as though it belongs to him.
“You are an incredible fuck toy,” he compliments me as I rest against his chest, my cum-soaked pussy dripping his seed over his thighs.
“Mgnnghghhh,” I reply as coherently as possible.
8
Lyssa
The collar remains around my neck, and my captivity is constant. I am starting to get used to it, terrifyingly. I am supposed to be craving freedom, and yet I haven’t tested those red lines again. I really don’t want to, either.
Is he breaking me? Has he won? Am I now a willing little hostage?
I do know that I don’t feel hatred for him, not like I probably should. I am starting to become fond of him, as he claims to be fond of me. But still, I cannot ignore the fact that he is keeping me and treating me more or less like an animal. My world is this bed next to the nuclear hearth. My days are slow and long. My pussy is well used, at least daily, sometimes more. Manik likes to fuck.
“Present your pussy,” he orders, tugging on the leash.
“What?”
“It means head down, ass up, knees spread so my cock can…” he grunts as action meets words. “Sink inside this hot, wet cunt of yours.”
He keeps me lubricated with what feels like a constant supply of cum. I am always dripping his seed. I feel it when I try to close my thighs, a slippery sensation that makes me all too aware of what I have become — a sex toy for an alien outlaw.
My moans fill the room soon enough as he arches his hips and works his cock in and out of me with real skill. He has learned my body, and he knows how to please me. I can feel my clitoris tingling with anticipation of his rough fingers finding it and either rubbing it nicely or spanking it to a sore orgasm. It could go either way, with Manik. Sometimes he likes to punish me, other times he prefers to reward.
REEEEEEEEEEEEE!
We’re lying on my pet bed in the aftermath of a truly intense lovemaking session when an alarm goes off. I have not heard it before. It’s a high-pitched whine that refuses to be ignored, and it makes Manik leap out of bed faster than you can say third orgasm of the day.
REEEEEEEEEEEEE!
He goes to one of the machines and stares at it for what feels like a really long time before he turns the alarm off.
REEEEEEEEEEEEE!
“WHAT’S GOING ON?” I shout, just in time for him to have turned it off. My cry sounds inordinately loud in the sudden silence.
Manik turns to me with an inscrutable expression. “I have some good news and some bad news.”
“What’s the good news?”
“Your ship is back.”
“What’s the bad news?”
“It’s not alone. There’s a fleet of twenty ships up there, and most of them are in a landing pattern.” He turns to me. “We’re being invaded.”
“What? Why now?”
“I don’t know. I suppose power has shifted. Someone has grown impatient. Or this was the plan all along. Regardless of the reason, we need to move.
“They have our location. Your ship has logged my movements over the past few weeks. I didn’t think about it. I should have. Your presence here might not be the stupid accident it appeared to be. I think you, my dear, might have been sent as a kind of bait.”
Before I can address the accusation of bait, he curses.
“Look,” he says, turning a screen toward me. It is a video feed of what is happening in the surrounding area, a sort of top-down view of several square miles.
There are at least three hundred soldiers wearing snow suits, almost completely blending in with the environment, but not quite. When they stay still, you can’t see them, but the second they move there’s a ripple effect on the camera. With so many of them in motion, it looks as though the landscape itself crawling toward us. It’s creepy.
“Assault troops,” he murmurs. “They won’t leave anything alive.”
That thought doesn’t seem to bother him until he looks at me. I have never seen him look scared before. His concern for me is obvious and immediate.
“They’re going to hurt you,” he says. “Get into the back of the cave and stay there until I am done.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” He is starting to sound agitated, as if he thinks I am disobeying him at the worst possible time.
I point to my neck. “The collar.”
“Oh! Fuck! Right.” He rips the collar off my neck as if it were made of nothing more solid than construction paper and slaps my pink suit at me. “Put this on. It’s going to be colder back there.”