Teasing Tilly (11 page)

Were they more like pirates, then, than simply slave traders?  Not even that honest?  Taking women captive, selling them, stealing them back to sell again?

In the scheme of things, did that matter?  She didn’t think she would care except she didn’t want to be sold again.

Of course, the alternative was staying with the commander and his crew … at least until they got tired of her and sold her for good.

Or worse.

She considered that, but regardless of what they’d done, she didn’t believe they would harm her.  The commander had seemed truly earnest when he’s said he hadn’t meant for her to be harmed.

The problem with that was that they had jettisoned several of the women during the processing.  Could she believe they really didn’t mean harm?

Well, she didn’t think any of them had actually done it, but the equipment had darned sure been programmed to dispose of any of them that were found to be diseased or defective.

She could argue that the poor things were dead already, that it had only been a matter of time and that the quick end had been far more humane than allowing them to die slowly, but maybe they’d wanted those last few days!  And they’d been entitled to them!  Nobody had a right to take a life like that ….

She shook the thought.  There was absolutely no point in judging them or dwelling on it.  They weren’t human and they had no reason in the world to care and every reason not to want to be bothered with something—product—they couldn’t sell.

She couldn’t have done such a thing to a dying animal—let alone a human—but that was her.  And the truth was there were probably plenty of humans that could have and would have done just the same.

Or worse.

Human traffickers selling other humans into the sex slave trade were certainly far worse, preying upon their own kind and ….

Well, worse.

So she thought she could probably count on them growing tired of her at some point and hopefully selling her rather than shooting her out a porthole. 

There was no getting around it.  That cat-creature had given her a whole new outlook on the alien giants.  She was grateful to be with them instead of that creature!

And she was grateful they had rescued Emily. 

She didn’t think Emily would be.

That
thing
had turned poor Emily’s mind!

But maybe—hopefully—Em would come to look at it as a rescue and not hate her for interfering with her life.

At this point, she thought Em did hate her for it, unfortunately, but she still felt better because she knew Emily was better off and in less danger.

She couldn’t take Em home, but thanks to the alien slave trade she’d managed to recover her sister.

Getting up at the sound of food being delivered, she ate and then headed into her bath, hopeful that she would be allowed out—and possibly to see Em.

And if not—well she was more than ready to show her gratitude to the men for reclaiming her and rescuing her sister.

And the beauty of it was that she was once more under the control of the nano-suit.  She could be grateful and submissive without having to actually
be
submissive.

Her body might not be hers anymore, but her mind was!

* * * *

Despite the assurance of the nanos that it was completely safe to have intercourse with Tilly, Torin found he was uneasy about it.

He thought a good part of it had nothing to do with that at all, however, was not fear that he would disturb the child and risk losing it.

He had drank the juice of the kirkberry and that had led him into stupidity.

He had mated with Tilly’s mouth.  He could argue all he wanted that it should not have mattered, should not have affected him—she was not a Merkdar woman and could not truly be mated with a Merkdar man, whether they were able to reproduce or not—but the truth was, it had.

It had changed everything for him.

Truthfully, he was fairly certain that he would have mated with Tilly’s mouth even without the drug of the berry, eventually, because it was something he had wanted to do almost from the first, certainly from the time she had struggled so hard to engulf his cock with her little mouth.

He could not imagine what there was about that that had made him become obsessed with that stubborn little mouth, made him want to form the mating bond, but he suspected it was because she had the strength of heart to try to do anything—even things she did not especially want to do or have the ability to do.  She would try.

He would never have admitted it to a soul, but he thought that she was as brave and strong and good as any Merkdar woman.

Actually, better than many he had known and had personal experience with.

He was excited and frightened half to death about having a child at the same time—excited because he would have a purpose beyond mere survival, and frightened for pretty much the same reason.

They had so little to offer another generation—hardship.  He did not want that for his child.  He did not want the fear that something would claim his child before it could grow to an adult—a sickness they were unprepared for, an accident or disaster.  There were so many threats to the tiny and weak.

He was afraid that she would bear a son and the child would be deformed in the eyes of the Merkdar because it would have only one penis like her people—perhaps not even a sucker to pleasure his woman as the Merkdar had.  Who knew?  He certainly had not examined the male of the species.

Could it be fixed if there was only one penis?  Or would the child have to live with the deformity?

He shook the thought.  He was not in the habit of borrowing trouble.  He could face what was in front of him.  He could not fight the ghosts of the past or the uncertain future.

Was she far enough along, yet, for the nanos to determine the sex, he wondered?

He decided he would go to her and communicate with the suit—ask it if the sex was known yet and double check the data to be certain the child truly was his.

Not that it really mattered.  It was half Merkdar.  That was what mattered.

He discovered, though, that no matter how many times he told himself that, it
mattered
whether or not it was
his
seed growing in her belly.

She was sitting on her bunk with her legs crossed when he entered, giving him a view of her sex.

It was sufficient to clear his mind of all other considerations.  He had not touched her in more than a week and he had grown accustomed to sinking his flesh into hers several times a day.

He mentally commanded the suit to arrange her into the position he most desired as he removed his clothing, but discovered he was not in as much of a rush as he generally was.  Instead, he settled to study the delicate pink petals of her cleft, lightly stroking the fragile skin.

His throat closed with thirst as he did and he abruptly shifted downward to discover why it was that Kane seemed almost to prefer to sample her flesh with his mouth.

Her soft moans aroused him as he sucked at her clit.  Her taste excited him.  Before he quite knew what he was about, he was lathing and sucking at her flesh with a feverish intensity to rival Kane’s and she’d begun to quake and cry out.  That inspired him to pull and suck harder still until she was screaming and still he could not seem to get enough.

Eventually, he realized that he had to imbed his flesh deeply inside of her to satisfy his craving and he left off sucking at her nether lips and moved over her, staring down at her rapturous expression for several moments before he lowered himself and fitted his mouth to hers as he had before.

Mistake, he thought, but he could not resist.  He explored her mouth as he had her sex until he could no longer contain his eagerness and then he surged over her, pressed his flesh to hers and relished the slow engulfing of his flesh by hers as he pushed relentlessly against the resistance. 

He was near to bursting by the time he’d entered her fully—had driven as deeply inside of her as her tiny body would allow—and then he withdrew slowly, struggling against the urge to pound into her frantically so that he could prolong the experience.

He lost the battle, began to move faster, to thrust harder, chasing the rapture that seemed just out of his reach and then capturing it explosively, feeling a surge of triumph that almost surpassed the bliss of expending himself.

He rested a few moments, until he had caught his breath, and then he pulled his fore-cock free of her body and shoved his posterior cock into her.  That time, since he had taken the edge off of his desire, he was able to thrust into her until she came once more and he could enjoy the feel of her sex massaging his and bringing him to another violent eruption.

Chapter Fifteen

Tilly was beginning to conclude that nothing she thought she had learned and understood to be facts where the alien giants were concerned actually
was
true.

She didn’t recognize any of the women in the lounge.  Not that she’d really gotten to know any of the women who’d been taken when she had—or at least that she knew had been taken at the same time.  But she’d certainly seen them enough to recognize the faces of most of them.

In any case, she knew positively that they had been sold on the auction block just as she had.

Of course, they had stolen her back and could just as easily have done the same with the others, but there was still the faces ….

So had these women she didn’t recognize been taken at the same time, she wondered?  Or was it possible the ship could travel much faster than she’d realized?

Maybe they’d taken the long, slow route to the planet where they’d been sold so that
they
would have time to train them to their new status?

She was thinking that must have been the case. 

Of course, the women had no idea how long they’d been in the ship—there were no clocks to tell them, no sunrises or sunsets.  Only the meals they were fed—and they had no idea whether they were fed once a day or twice or three times.

Then there was the fact that she knew positively that she’d been kept in status for prolonged periods.  These women might have been collected at the same time and kept that way until the men were ready to ‘train’ them.

She was unhappily aware, though, that the aliens might actually have returned to Earth to collect more—that she might well have been close to home and she hadn’t even caught so much as a glimpse.

It made her unhappy to think so.

And unfortunately, she’d had little in the way of distraction since the aliens had stolen her back from the cat-man. 

Either they just had their hands full ‘training’ the new group or they’d tired of her. 

Days
passed when not even one of them came into her cell to screw her.

She thought she would rather have had her fingernails torn out at the roots than to admit it, but she missed the training.  She missed never knowing if she would be allowed to come or not—being forced to come until she thought she would lose her mind.

Having it withheld while they screwed her nearly unconscious over and over until she felt like clawing her skin off she was so wound up.

Now, she felt like that simply because she’d been ignored and, she supposed, she’d grown so used to being screwed that deprivation was enough to torment her.

Or maybe this was a new phase in the training, she wondered?

Almost on that thought, she heard the thud of the men’s boots as they strode down the corridor toward the lounge.  Unlike the other women, who looked terrified, however, she felt her heart pound in sync to the rhythm of their stride, felt her belly flutter with anticipation.

She turned to look with all of the others when the men came to a halt at the entrance. 

The commander looked her dead in the eyes. 

Her heart seemed to jar to a halt in her chest.

The second strode toward her.  “Come.”

She thought she was going to right then and there. 

She desperately hoped they would allow her to come!

She rose but wasn’t surprised when there were no further verbal commands. 

The nano-suit carried her to a mound of pillows, settled her, arranged her for his pleasure.

Her heart was pounding so hard when he dropped to his knees she thought she would pass out.

He cupped her hips and lifted her higher, bringing her sex to his mouth and latching onto her clit with a vigor that almost finished her descent into darkness.  Her body, already humming with anticipation, leapt, caught fire, raced upwards to the pinnacle to pitch her off. 

She didn’t know whether to be more excited or deeply dismayed when she reached the peak and was held there, trembling, desperate to take the final leap.

She’d forgotten how unbearable it was, she thought wildly.  She’d forgotten how torturous it felt to feel the delicious pull of his mouth on her ultra sensitive flesh and be prevented from expending the energy building and building inside of her.