The Final Submission

“You don’t get to cum,” Ashara laughed. “Only good slaves get to cum and you are certainly not that.”

Maya wanted to scream. She wanted to shout. She wanted to curse herself for being so weak.

All she could manage was a low, defeated moan. Ashara raised her hand to her face, her tongue flicked out, dancing across her fingers to taste Maya’s wetness.

“That’s much better,” she said. “Now you’re starting to know your place.”

The other slaves scattered as she turned back to James. Ashara leaned down, her fingers glided over his glans, the tip of his cock. The alien mistress glanced towards Maya, drinking in the mutual humiliation of the two soldiers.

Maya couldn’t tear her eyes from her partner’s face· He moaned, snorted and tried to hold himself back.

But it was no use. Ashara’s motions were deliberate, running across the sensitive tip of his shaft. Her teasing caress was slow at first but grew faster with every passing moment. James bucked, fighting against the metal restraints. His chest heaved, his cock visibly hardening and becoming stiffer. It twitched in anticipation of the climax that she promised.

“Cum for me, little boy,” she whispered to him. “Cum for me in front of your friend. Be a good little stud and cum for your owner.”

His body grew taut. His nerves screamed, lighting up one by one. He craned his neck, closing his eyes as if he could shut out the world.

But he couldn’t shut out the feeling of Ashara’s fingers. They teased and traced, caressed and stroked. His legs began to tremble, a hot, red tightness pulsed through Maya’s pussy as if in sympathy.

Suddenly, Ashara gestured towards her, nodding to one of the slaves.

“Prepare her for her punishment.”

The **** - the pink-skinned one - came forward silently. She reached the vessel which sat on the floor. A hollow metal cone which was now full of James’ cum. She raised it, holding it as carefully as a newborn.

A selection screen flashed into existence. Her hand moved fast, darting and wheeling through the holographic projection. Maya had no hope of following what she was doing.

The cone began to shift, changing before her eyes. The metal coiled and curled like a living thing. The sharp edges softened and the tip became softer, more circular. It held its general shape but narrowed, going from a triangular outline to one that Maya knew very well.

A soft cry of denial escaped her lips.

“Keep that thing away from me!”

It was a dildo. A sex toy which had gone from a rough cone to a smooth, sleek shape. She thrashed wildly, fighting the bondage for all she was worth.

But there was no escape. The metal held. The alien carried the cruel instrument toward her. She whined, bucking and wriggling. Her heart leapt at the soft touch of fingers against her pussy. Gentle and yet invasive, spreading her lips aside for the punishment that was to come.

“No,” she murmured again. “No, no, no, no! Not like this! Please don’t! I-I’m sorry!”

“So apologetic. Well, I am afraid it’s too late, my dear. Consider this a lesson on your place.”

With those words, Ashara gestured. The alien **** pushed the cold toy into her. Her body strained and it sank into her wet folds. The icy touch of the metal impaled her dripping warmth.

The device was still changing, shifting itself to match her pussy, filling her up and pushing her limits. She grunted, shaking her head like she could make it go away.

But she couldn’t.

Did these aliens know how humans worked? If they shot her full of what was inside it, she’d get pregnant! She opened her mouth, not sure if she was going to plead or beg.

But the look on Ashara’s face silenced her before she could decide. The woman knew. As Maya twisted and wailed, she turned, finding a toy for herself. A strap-on phallus which she was even now donning. The object was deep purple, and lubrication ran from the tip. Her fingers trailed across James’ cock, a tantalising hint of what was to come.

“You’re such a good boy,” she said to him. “Such a good stud. Now, it’s time for me to show both of you that I always get what I want. And what I want right now is to fuck you in the ass.”

He started at that, trying to turn around, but the restraints held him just as they held her. Before they knew it, Ashara had positioned herself behind him. The phallus of her strap-on resting lightly against his anus. She thrust forward teasingly and he gave a low groan.

As soon as the toy entered his body, Maya realised the full extent of this twisted game. The dildo in her pussy throbbed, responding to the sensation that was being transmitted by the strap-on. weakly at first, but the buzzing grew stronger in response to the clenching of James’ ass.

It was as if she was being fucked from afar by her own friend. Ashara gave a cruel laugh.

“Do you understand now, slut? Do you see what’s happening? This is how we treat disobedient slaves. You get to watch as I fuck your partner, and at the end you get a special surprise of your own.”

The lubrication filled James’ ass,paving the way for longer, deeper pumps. His body jerked, a look of shame danced across his face. Ashara gave him no rest. She thrust rhythmically, filling him with her length and her girth.

Maya’s body was overcome with vibrations, her moans filled the tiny room. They mixed with James’ own, the two becoming a symphony of pleasure and shame.

“According to our records,” Ashara said, “human males can derive pleasure from prostate stimulation. That’s rare. Most species can’t. You’re very special.”

She gave a sardonic laugh.

“I wonder if I can make you cum just from this?”

“You bitch!”

The dildo blazed to life before Maye could say more. She convulsed; chains of fire whipped through her. It was relentless, constant boiling waves of motion which cascaded through her, assailing her mind and body at once. Her nerves screamed, and an ocean of throbbing pleasure battered her thoughts like the cannon of a dreadnought.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh shit, oh, oh oh-”

She couldn’t think. The toy felt so good, her pussy was so wet. Her clit was so hot. She could smell her own arousal, the scent of James’ cum. The knowledge of what was about to happen and that she couldn’t stop it.

“Look at each other. I want you both to comprehend where you are and what you are.”

Ahsara’s voice was unhurried, confident. The tone of command brooked no argument. Maya’s body convulsed, and the toy twisted inside her. Her toes were curling! Her mouth was half open, panting like an animal in heat. Her eyes were wide, staring sightlessly forward.

She had to fight! She had to hold on! She had to-

She had to-

Fuck!

She twisted in the restraints, her body reduced to jelly. Her mind to a babbling mess. The throbbing, boiling heat of a climax cracked through her like an explosion.

She came.

She came right in front of James. Her body shaking with orgasmic trembling and she slumped forward as far as the bondage would allow.

Meanwhile, Ashara continued to have her way with James. Her hips bucked and thrust, the toy burying itself in his ass. His eyes were squeezed tightly closed, his body rocking forward and back. His cock was so hard, strings of sticky pre-cum glimmered in the half-light of the cell.

Maya couldn’t bear to watch, but she also couldn’t tear her eyes away. This man she had considered her brother was being fucked in front of her! Even worse, the toy was keyed to his pleasure.

It was as if they were getting off together.

The idea made her feel so dirty. So filthy.

And yet, the waves wouldn’t stop. The pounding heat, the crashing peaks of ecstasy which stabbed through her like blades.

“Please,” she gasped. “Please, please, please, please!”

But Ashara didn’t answer. She was consumed with her new toy, fucking James as hard as she could. His moans and her wanton little cries filled Maya’s head, tormenting her even more than the **** pleasure.

Another climax hit her. Tears spilled from her eyes, splashing against the cold metal floor. The vibrating instrument throbbed faster and faster, a frantic tempo which she knew could only end with a blast of sticky wetness between her legs.

It was going to fill her up.

It was going to fill her up and there was nothing she could do.

Maya whimpered, to her surprise, the pink alien placed a hand gently on her side, the touch soft and warm.

“It’s okay,” she whispered softly.”It’ll be over soon.”

The words were quiet but Ashara was having too much fun to notice. James’ whole body was shaking. His knees had buckled, only the restraints kept him standing. The sex toy buried between her lower lips was jumping and jiggling and grinding so much, she could barely form a thought.

Maya’s world had become a churning mass of frantic emotions. She was bombarded, filled from head to toe. She groaned, twitched, gasped and moaned but no words could come forth from her trembling lips. The toy had become her whole existence.

James was doing his best. Fighting a heroic stand against his own body. But this was a game that Ashara had played time and time again. She always won. Her thrusts were long and deep. Her hands curled around his ass, her rhythmic motions were sure and steady. Pounding him, filling him up, fucking him like a toy.

James didn’t stand a chance. His body shook with a violent tremor and his cock spasmed, staining the ground below him with a spray of semen.

The toy inside her reacted. It reached a whole new level of speed, the waves of vibration blending into one solid wall of sensation. Maya cried, the dildo fucked her until she couldn’t even piece together a single thought.

And then it filled her.

The seed - James' seed - spilled forth, propelled by the frenzied motion. There was so much of it! Maya was pumped full of more cum than any man had ever put inside of her. The dancing motion of the toy drove the semen deep into her body. The hot wetness infiltrated and penetrated her. Filling her up to the very brim.

She gave a sob. Utterly defeated. The pink alien finally pulled the toy from her pussy, sticky ropes of cum followed it, splashed to the deck beneath her.

But it was no use. There had been so much. How could she have taken that and not gotten pregnant? Defeat filled her. Utterly and completely beaten, she could only watch with hollow eyes as Ashara pulled out of James with a grunt of satisfaction.

“What’s the matter?” She caught sight of Maya’s dejected face. “Did you not enjoy your special surprise?”

She chuckled, striding over towards her. The strap-on fell to the floor, already forgotten.

“You look so beaten. Where’s the fiery temper you had before? Have you learned your lesson, you little brat?”

“You…you filled me up…”

“Well, technically your partner did, but yes.” She paused, savouring the drama of the moment. “Oh, I see. You’re worried about pregnancy, aren’t you? I suppose it did quite slip my mind…”

“What?”

“Oh, part of your modifications was to your reproductive cycle. I’m afraid it’s quite impossible for you to get pregnant now without my authority.”

A game!

It had been another game!

Just another way for Ashara to show how much power she had over both of them!

The alien reached forward, running one hand through Maya’s sweaty hair.

“Which means, my dear, you can be filled up and fucked as much as I like. I hope you enjoyed today’s little session. It was the first of many.”

And just like that, Maya’s new life as a **** had begun.