Taking Tilly (14 page)

Struggling upright, she flicked a
glance around to see who else might have heard the comment and
discovered that pretty much all of them clearly had. They were
trying to pretend they weren’t listening but it was obvious from
the tension in their poses and the fact that they weren’t talking
that they were listening.

“
It would be a serious
mistake to believe that.”

“
Why?” Emily said somewhat
petulantly.

“
Because they are alien
beings, Em. They aren’t human and they don’t see us in the same
light that they see their own people. Very likely we mean no more
to them than a stray cat you might pick up. We’re ok as long as
they find us useful or entertaining or of value for selling. If
they cease to see us that way—any of us—we’re dead.”

It was really unfortunate that she’d
chosen that particular example. Rage flickered across Emily’s
face.

“
Dar loved me,” she said
challengingly.

Tilly stared at her,
wondering whether to take up the gauntlet or not. But she found she
couldn’t resist whether it was wise or not. “That cat-creature that
tortured you? He
totally
fucked up your head if you think that was
love!”

Tilly strongly suspected Emily would
have done violence against her except the suit prevented her from
launching herself at her older sister.

“
Don’t talk about him like
that!” she screamed and then burst into tears. “They killed him.
That big oaf that drooled all over your pussy snapped his
neck!”

“
I would’ve broken his
neck myself if I could have. They did me a favor. They did
you
a favor, you stupid
ungrateful little bitch! What happened to you? Did
that—
thing
just
scramble your brains? You didn’t used to be the kind of person that
would get off on being tortured, did you? Was I completely fooled
all those years when I thought you needed me to take care of
you?”

“
You think these aliens
are better?” Emily screamed at her. “You said yourself they didn’t
care anything about you! You like it when they fuck
you?”

Tilly’s lips tightened.
She felt her face turn red. “I am
not
going to apologize for enjoying
what they do to me when there is nothing I could do to change it if
I wanted to! This is our life now! It might not be what we would
have chosen, but it’s up to us to make the best of it! I’m trying
to do that. I’m trying to survive because I still consider
my
life worth
living.

“
Granted, there have been
times when I’ve thought it was more than I could stand, but I can
damned well stand men whose idea of punishing me is to withhold my
climax a hell of a lot easier than I could’ve stood what
that
thing
did to
me!

“
I was the next thing to
dead after just one session with that bastard. I can’t imagine how
you survived as long as you did, but I have to say I’m
not
that surprised
you’ve lost your mind from it. I just hope it heals and the person
I used to know and love makes it back.”

She got up then and left the
lounge.

Chapter Sixteen

Tilly tried to fight the dread she
felt as she stared out of the portholes toward the planet they were
approaching. It had the feel of déjà vu even though this world
looked vastly different than the other one—the last place they’d
taken her to sell her.

She was confused—a state she was
growing accustomed to.

Did they never do anything—beyond
fucking—the same way twice?

All of them had been herded into the
processing area again, but this time their nano-suits weren’t
deactivated and removed and replaced with chains and manacles.
They’d simply been thoroughly groomed and then herded into the room
Tilly thought of as the ‘waiting’ room.

Clearly, they would be leaving the
ship, but were they also going to be put up on the block
again?

The world below them reminded her more
of Earth than the last one because it seemed to have a closer ratio
of land to water and also because there was ice on each polar cap
and green growing things covering most of the landmass she could
see.

It had three rather small moons,
however, and one that was about the size of the other three put
together.

It still made her homesick to look at
it.

“
I’ve been thinking about
what you said,” Emily said right next to her.

Tilly jumped and flicked a quick look
at her younger sister. “Oh?” she said cautiously.

“
I don’t know. I’m still
angry with you. I was happy where I was. But … I guess it wasn’t
your fault.” She shrugged at the look her sister gave her and
released an irritated huff. “I think I gave away that I knew you
and that’s why Dar bought you.” She frowned. “Maybe he did it for
me—because he loved me. He said he loved me. But maybe he was a
monster like you said. I don’t know anymore.”

Tilly swallowed with an effort. “At
least you don’t hate me … do you?”

Emily smiled crookedly. “I honestly
don’t know.”

It wasn’t much of a start, Tilly
thought wryly. But she’d already accepted that the most she might
get was the satisfaction of knowing her sister wasn’t dead and
wasn’t being tortured. The life of a sex slave wasn’t the best
thing that could’ve happened, but it wasn’t the worst
either.

At least, she was hoping it wouldn’t
turn out to be.

She supposed that all depended on who
bought them and whether they would be content just to fuck and take
care of their needs or if they would get their jollies out of
taking them apart piece by piece—like pulling the wings off of
butterflies.

When the ship had landed and she saw
the crew disembark, she moved to the wall to sit down and
wait.

The wait wasn’t nearly long enough to
suit her. The door opened and the second appeared without warning.
“Come.”

Like they had a choice when they were
still wearing the nano-suits!

Tilly surged to her feet though and
fell in line with the others. When she emerged onto the gangplank,
she looked around, sniffing the air, taking in the sights and
sounds.

The ship, she discovered, had landed
in a clearing maybe twice the size of the ship—which was to say
that it was walled in by forest and there was little to see besides
the vegetation.

It was … loud. It had the smell of
green growing things and freshly turned dirt and freshly cut
greenery and wood. The pounding, whirring sounds echoing around
them seemed to indicate that the source was a great deal of
activity.

Due to the abundant growth and the
towering tree-like vegetation, they could see little, however, even
little of the sky with its great, orange sun.

The air was thick beyond being heavily
laden with smells, and she was struggling by the time she reached
the ground and followed the others along a wide path that opened
after a fairly short time to reveal the source of all the
racket.

It was a village—under construction—or
maybe it would’ve been more accurate to say a city under
construction because the dwellings didn’t seem humble enough for a
mere village.

And it was filled with giant aliens
exactly like the giant aliens who’d taken them.

Tilly was more than awed when she saw
all the giant males stop and study them as they passed. She was
cowed.

She was almost grateful when they
entered a huge structure at the center of the settlement—until she
discovered that they’d been brought to some sort of meeting. There
were more of the giant aliens inside the building, it seemed, than
there had been outside of the building.

They were all herded up the aisle
between rows of the alien males and onto a raised platform where
seven other aliens were seated facing those in the
audience.

Then they were lined up single file
and displayed.

They might as well have been naked
because the nano-suits adjusted until they were little more than
sleeves and leggings connected by straps. Their breasts and genital
area wasn’t just exposed, however, it was displayed—their breasts
lifted and stimulated until the nipples stood erect and swollen and
the outer lips of their sex pulled back.

They were forced to spread their legs
and bend over far enough to plant their palms on the
floor.

The men seated in the chairs on the
platform with them rose and moved around them, examining their
genitals, touching them lightly.

Tilly braced herself for the
examination as one of the men—the youngest of the group, who’d been
seated in the center—reached her … and she still wasn’t prepared.
He stroked the lips of her sex lightly and then pushed one digit
inside of her, deeply. She was relieved when he pulled it out until
he said something and the men in the audience laughed.

She felt her face redden with
humiliation.

“
You say you have
impregnated this one? How did you fit your cocks into that? I can
scarcely push one digit into this miniature pussy and my posterior
cock is far larger than my digit.”

Torin laughed with the
others.
“With a great deal of lubrication
and a lot of pushing and grunting
,” he
retorted.
“It was the most enjoyable labor
I have had in a while, Sire
.” He
shrugged.
“Mostly we leave it at one cock
at the time. They are not made for two and they are so tiny we
decided it would be best to limit double penetration.”

The prince lifted his brows and
returned his attention to the female, although, truthfully, his
attention had not actually wandered from her. From the moment he
had gotten his first good look at her it was all he could do to
even manage a pretext of unconcern.

He commanded the nanos to
bring her upright and settled a hand on her slightly rounded
belly
. “The nanos have confirmed that the
fetus is genetically sound?”

“
Yes, my prince. It is
healthy and strong and now at the sixth week of development. It is
a female child, but I am not disappointed in that for I had
accepted that I would have no child at all.”

The prince glanced at him
sharply.
“Our females are far more to be
cherished at this point than they may once have been,”
he said wryly and then returned his attention to
the female again since he could scarcely keep his mind off of
her.

He had not had a female in a very long
time. He knew he could have demanded one of the few that they had,
but he had also accepted that they could not afford to fight among
themselves. If he had taken one and refused to share her it seemed
likely there would be bloody warfare.

For the good of his people, he had
elected to remain celibate with the many who had no
choice.

“
She is … lovely, but so
tiny,”
he murmured.
“How would one go about mounting so small a creature? Without
… uh … damaging it?”

At that comment, the men close enough
to hear laughed nervously again.

He could hear the near hysteria in
their voices, the jitteriness that told him they were holding on to
their control only with a strenuous effort.

Not that he had any intention of
refusing the women or allowing Torin and his crew to take them away
again.

In theory, it was one thing to hold
their species in the highest esteem and look down upon other
species.

In practice—it was another thing
entirely. Men had needs.

He meant to have her,
however—immediately.

“
You could seat yourself
and allow her to mount …?”

“
On the throne of
Merkdar?” one of the other councilors exclaimed in outrage. “An
alien creature so far beneath us?”

“
I would not mind having
her beneath me,”
one of the men in the
audience commented a little louder than he’d intended.

There was another eruption of nervous
laughter.

Fuck the throne, the
prince thought.
“It is
my
throne,”
he growled tightly and then turned to the assembly.
“I will have her here and determine if the women
are acceptable.”

He returned to his throne and crooked
a finger at Tilly.

She stared at him blankly, but the
suit was under their command and it wasn’t necessary for her to
understand. It carried her to him. When he lifted her up, the suit
spread her legs wide, settling them across the arms and spread the
mouth of her sex wider.

Torin bowed and approached
the throne, extending his hand palm upward with a tube of
lubricating salve.
“You will need this,
sire, else her body will not stretch to accommodate you without
tearing.”

The prince snatched the tube,
struggling with his self-control, wondering if he could mount her
on his shaft without coming instantly.