James' Fate and Maya's Destiny

Eventually, the humans began to get rarer. The ship became more business-like, with uniform-clad men and women moving back and forth with steady purpose. She guessed she was in the working sections now. They didn’t have time for games when the important role of keeping the ship running lay in their hands.

Humans had become rarer, but she was still far from the only ****. There were others, a few species who were often collared and in bondage. One or two of them even threw her sympathetic looks.

What was that you said? We have to earn our way up? I’m guessing we’re not the only ones doing that.

She didn’t say anything. The mere act of walking was taking up nearly all of her focus. A constant buzzing pleasure played between her legs. She was struggling, gasping for air through the crazed haziness of her body. The feverish heat rose about her in invisible tongues.

At last, they came to a room. From the outside, it seemed like any other. Just one more metal door in this vast, unknown ship. But as soon as Ashara led her through the open portal, a new sound assailed her ears.

It was a soft, grunting moan. A repeating, gasping exhalation. A wordless note of lust and desperation which sent shivers racing through her bones, Stumbling, ****, Maya was led forward. She already knew what she would see there.

James. Her partner and friend. He was bent over; an inverted metal triangle rose from the floor of the deck. Each corner bore a cuff which had been mag-locked around his wrists, forcing him into a bent forward position with his arms spread.

She tried to look away but Ashara gave her a firm swat to the tits.

James was naked. Grunting. His body had been shaved bare below the hairline, exposing his powerful form. He wasn’t big, not overly muscular, but he was trim and in shape.

His eyes were pressed closed, trembles dancing across the surface of his skin. James and she had been like siblings. They’d gone through basic together, been assigned to the same unit. She’d never even thought of seeing him in this context! It felt wrong! Like it was her own brother!

And yet she couldn’t look away…

His cock was hard. Not just hard, but utterly rigid. It was stiff and standing to attention, drops of pre-cum streamed his tip, dangling in glittering strands. As she watched, another spasm passed through his body. His cock throbbed, visibly swelling with desperation.

There were two more aliens in the room. Both female. Both naked and collared. One had pink skin of a shade that Maya had never seen on a living being. The other was not much less strange,for she bore a shade of purple. Together. they were attending to James. Tormenting him really. One held a buzzing vibrator in the form of a finger-length bead. She was drawing it back and forth along his shaft. The stuttering motions of its frantic beating made him twitch.

The other alien was rubbing her fingers gently across the head of his cock. The pink skin of his tip flushed with heat and want. Her motions were deliberate, as if she was determined to extract each and every ounce of pleasure that he was capable of feeling.

“F-fuck,” he muttered. His voice was hoarse. How long had they been doing this to him? “Fuck!”

Ashara smiled.

“Are you going to cum again, little boy? Are you going to cum for your mistress? You’ve been so, so good already and you’re still going. We did have to modify you a little bit. Increase semen production and lower your refractory period. But very few species take to it as well as you.”

James moaned; the sound was twisted, gasping, almost whining. It made Maya’s heart pound. Already so close to the edge herself, she felt the dripping arousal staining her thighs. She was dragged forward, too weak to resist the pull of the leash.

“Look little boy,” Ashara purred. “I brought your friend to see what a good toy you’ve become. Is she your mate? Or your sister? A cousin perhaps? I suppose it doesn’t matter now.”

His eyes snapped open, and a wordless cry echoed from his throat. His hips thrust forward, the purple alien pressed the vibrator into his shaft.

“M-Maya! Please don’t look! I can’t hold it!”

“Don’t look?” Ashara scoffed. “As if you have any right to ask that. She’s going to look. She’s going to watch you cum for me again. Now cum for me. Cum for your owner.”

As if that was the sign, the alien flipped the vibrator to a higher setting. James’ reaction was instant, his breathing became faster and faster and faster. His hands balled into fists, and his cock throbbed, spasming desperately. His hips ground helplessly against the toy, his own pre-cum staining it and pooling on the floor beneath him.

Maya was walked forward. There was another triangle of metal in the centre of the room and she was made to bend over. Her breasts hung in the air, the cuffs clicked into place, forcing her arms to spread wide. There was a whine of machinery and the thing locked about her collar too.

Bent over like this, she was completely exposed. Her legs wide, her pussy dripping. Her pierced clit throbbed, and a horrible fascination tore through her mind.

What was happening? Why couldn’t she look away? She didn’t want to see this!

James, a man as close to her as a brother, was grinding mindlessly against the toy. His eyes were screwed shut tightly, his mouth opened silently, frozen in a rictus of pleasure.

He was trying so hard not to cum, but what chance did he have against all of this? He gave a final, defeated gasp and his cock began to spasm. His grinding became frantic, and then with a final burst of motion, the climax overtook him.

How was he cumming that much? How did he have that much in him? It seemed as if he would never stop, the sticky liquid spurted, falling into a canister which had been set there for this reason.

By how full it was, they’d **** him to cum multiple times already.

And then it was over. James gasped, his body trembling. His legs like jelly, and his cock softened, hanging spent and limp.

But not for long. The alien with the vibrator began to tease him with it again. She changed it to the low setting, gently massaging his skin until he began to harden once more.

Was this going to be her next? Was this going to be both of them? She had to find some way out of here! She had to find some way to escape!

Ashara strode between them. Looking first to James and then to Maya.

“Good pets,” she said. “A matching pair. I had my pick of the whole lot, you understand. Anyone on that pathetic little world you call a colony could have ended up as my ****. But I chose both of you. Do you know why?”

James couldn’t answer. He was gasping. Heaving. Beads of sweat stained his face.

Maya didn’t feel much better. Her skin tingled, a current of static licked at her from head to toe. She was soaked, her clit felt hot and tight in a way it rarely had before.

She glared at Ashara, trying to find words to spit. Some pithy one-liner that would show the strength of the human spirit, but nothing came to mind.

“That’s why,” Ashara whispered, her voice low and edged like a knife. “The look in your eyes, little slut. You’re beaten. You know you’re beaten but you’re not admitting it to yourself.”

She took a step forward. Then another. Locked in her bondage, Maya could do nothing but brace herself. Ashara’s hand moved between her legs. The pressure of her fingers against her soaking slit made Maya’s head spin.

Ashara’s fingers were stained wet with arousal as she drew them back, bringing them up to her mouth and licking them with a long, dexterous tongue.

“You taste nice. Most species taste different, you see. I’m a little bit of an addict, though, I suppose it’s not as obvious to either of you. You don’t have the context.”

She turned, regarding both of them together. James’ cock was already stiff again. New rivulets of precum rolled along the tightness of his shaft. The only part of him truly eager.

Maya wondered how many times they’d **** him to cum already. How many times he’d been pushed to the edge, how many times his body had been wracked with orgasmic shivers.

The image filled her with fire. James trembling, moaning, his cock shuddering as cum spilt across the floor. The fact that she’d just seen this happen made it even more intense! Fury danced inside her, licking at her mind with tongues of flame. She glared at Ashara, mustering her fury. She was trapped for now, but at some point she’d get out!

There would be a reckoning.

Ignorant of her thoughts, Ashara traced a pattern across James’ face. Her fingers were gentle but insistent, peeling back the veil of his hair and running down across the side of his cheeks.

“Little boy, I can see the defiance in your eye. You think you stand a chance. You actually think you can make a difference. Let me tell you bluntly, Fighting is pointless. Surrender. Accept your place and I promise I can make you feel so, so good. Being my **** doesn’t have to be a chore. In fact, it can be pleasant. Isn’t that right, girls?”

“Yes, mistress,” the two aliens replied, though not both in the same tone. The purple one was eager, enjoying her role in things. The pink one on the other hand seemed ****. She threw a look to Maya and the soldier noted a hint of empathy.

But empathy or no, Ashara ruled here and the most that Maya would get was a sorry glance.

Ashara’s other hand fell lower, brushing with the softest touch against his cock. He jerked. The motion must have felt heavenly to him, the modifications upping his sensitivity. He squirmed, breathing hard and fast.

“Just give up. Surrender to your fate. It’s not forever. One day, you might just be free. All you have to do is impress me.”

“Leave him alone!”

The words thundered from her throat before Maya even knew she’d said them. Both of the other slaves - the alien girls - started, spinning to look at her as though she’d called down the wrath of the heavens.

Ashara only narrowed her eyes.

“You have no right to do this! You have no right to do any of this! Let us both go right now or-”

“Or what?”

Ashara’s voice was cold. Deep like the ocean and about as welcoming. In an instant, James was forgotten. She pulled away from him, not even sparing a backward glance.

All her focus was on Maya. The soldier glared back, trying to match her blow for blow. But it was hard. Ashara’s face was a mask of silent fury. Not wild, but controlled and directed. Like a blade of ice poised above her heart.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done, ****?”

Maya said nothing but refused to break the glare. The two locked together, a silent battle of will sweeping through the small room. The unbound slaves shared a troubled look. Tension coiled like a living thing.

“You think you can just break me down?” Maya whispered. “You think because you have me trapped here, you can make me into some simpering little slut? Fuck that and fuck you. I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not going to let you make me into your toy. Not me and not James.”

Ashara’s response was blunt.

“You think you’re special, do you? I have news for you, girl. I’ve heard this speech before. Hundreds of times. Do you think anything you have just said - anything at all - is even remotely new?”

Her hand lashed out, a stinging blow crashed against Maya’s face. James gave a shout of anger, but Maya didn’t flinch. She’d expected that. She refused to look away, her eyes matching Ashara’s cold glare.

“You are defeated,” Ashara said. “You are bound. Your life as you knew it before is over. This is all that’s left for you. You think you have it bad now? Believe me, my dear, you don’t understand how much further you could have fallen. I am a considerate owner. Oh, I’ll use you. Have fun with you. Torment you. But maybe you can earn your way to something more. You are a pathetic, low-level **** now. But with time and training, you can aspire to more. That is not a chance you would have with my peers.”

The hand flashed around again. Another burst of pain. Another stinging slap.

Another refusal to submit.

“I’ve seen defiance a hundred times. On a hundred different faces, from a dozen different species. I’ve heard these same words from a hundred different throats. ‘’You won’t break me.’’‘’I’ll never submit,’’ ‘’you’ll never make me admit it.’’”

Maya jerked, Ashara’s hand closing around her collar. Her fingers curled and pressed against her bare throat. Her nails were sharp and cold against the naked skin.

“You want to know a secret, slut? Each and every one of them broke in the end. So let me ask you that question again. What makes you think you’re so special that you can do what they couldn’t?”

Before Maya could even think of an answer, Ashara **** her hand down between her legs! She wriggled, her sweaty skin at the pressure of Ashara’s fingers at her lower lips.

They pressed forward, penetrating her cruelly. Maya’s back arched, the cold metal of her restraints held her at bay.

A sea of broiling humiliation swept across the skin of Maya’s face. She bucked, fighting against the invasion. Her inner walls clenched, but that only made it feel better.

“P-please, look away!”

They were the only words she could speak, her body throbbed, pounded with heat and tightness. The world around her was a blur, the frantic, pumping motions of Ashara’s fingers set off waves of pleasure that cascaded like flickering tongues of static through every nerve in her body. She was fighting as hard as she could, but it was a fight she was going to lose.

She didn’t want James to see her like this.

“Don’t you dare look away, boy,” Ashara didn’t even glance back. “I want you to see this. To watch every moment of torment. I want you to see your partner break.”

She bent over, her lips now inches from Maya’s ears. Her fingers pressed deeper, the rhythm beat through her body like the wild tempo of a drum.

“Does this feel good, ****?” The words coiled about her mind.“Deep inside, this is what you were made for. You’re a little slut who can’t help but bring punishment down on herself. And look, your partner is watching all of it.”

“N-no…”

“Yes. And you made it happen. Stupid little slut who couldn’t keep her mouth shut. How does it feel? Do you want to cum yet?”

She did! Her legs were shaking! Her body shuddered, convulsing in the grip of the alternating waves of pleasure that assailed her. Ashara’s fingers fucked her relentlessly, more insistent than any toy. Her back contorted and her clit burned with a searing heat.

“Tell me,” Ashara whispered. “Tell me you want to cum!”

“Never!”

Ashara put on a new burst of speed. Maya wailed, the very power of speech stolen from her by the rush of stimulation that left her legs weak and shaking. All she could do was look to James and silently beg.

Look away! I don’t want you to see me like this! I don’t want you to watch her make me cum!

But he couldn’t look away. The same kind of horrified fascination which had earlier bound her now seemed to have caught him. His eyes were wide, his cock was hard. Hard because of her. Hard because of the sight of her naked body.

Maya squealed, one by one, her defences faltered. The pleasure eroded the last sparks of her willpower and the tension peaked. Ecstasy cascaded, crashing and wheeling through her mind. Her body twitched, her walls coiled about Ashara’s fingers.

And then, just when she was on the cusp. Just when she was about to cum, the alien pulled away! Her pussy clenched about nothingness and an empty coldness pervaded her body. An aching denial that rocked her more than any blow.