Taking Tilly (15 page)

Or coming before he even managed to
get her mounted.

There was a humiliating
thought!

Squeezing a generous amount into his
palm, he smoothed it over her cleft and delved his fingers inside,
tracing the taut skin at the mouth of her sex.

She still seemed impossibly tiny to
him, but he did not think he could stop himself. His hands shook
when he unfastened his trousers. He gritted his teeth to free his
cocks and then decided the anterior only would have to do. He was
not about to take the chance of seriously harming her by trying a
double penetration—whatever Commander Torin had said.

As wide as the nanos had stretched
her, he saw the moment he pressed the head of his cock against her
that Torin had been right about that, as well. Entering her would
be a laborious process.

He bore down on her until he saw the
head begin to slip inside and then lifted his gaze to her face. He
thought he saw a flicker of fear there.

An almost overwhelming urge to mate
her mouth flowed over him. He swallowed with an effort and merely
touched her face lightly instead. As the nanos bore her down onto
his shaft with agonizing slowness, however, he closed his eyes in
exquisite torment and gripped her knees since she was splayed
across the arms of his chair and he couldn’t grip the chair
arms.

She released a muffled sound … of
pain, he thought, and his eyes shot open.

He didn’t know if the pained sound was
from his grip or from the advance of his cock into her channel, but
he eased his hold on her knees and lightly rubbed them, stroked his
hands down her back, cupped her soft little breasts
carefully.

His hands were shaking with his
eagerness, but he had to distract himself or blow his load
immediately.

He sucked in a shaky breath when he
felt the nanos pause and begin to lift her.

Gods, he thought! She felt so damned
good! She was such a pretty, dainty thing. She was so sweet. Her
pussy felt so good!

He was going to explode if he kept
thinking those thoughts.

He tried transferring his attention to
the assembly, but the slack looks of lust in their eyes only made
it more impossible to divert himself.

He accepted that he was not going to
be able to prolong the rapture of having her little pussy squeezing
his cock until he felt like his eyeballs were going to pop out of
his head. Faster, he commanded the nanos.

Instantly, the nanos responded and
began to bounce her up and down on his shaft so hard and fast that
he came within seconds. He ground his teeth at the exquisite
torment of having his seed pumped from him, sucked in a shaky
breath and hesitated over the order to stop.

His cock responded to the stimulation
and grew hard again.

It took longer to achieve climax the
second time—and it was sheer torture—but it was the most wonderful
torture he’d ever experienced in his life!

It was all he could do to remain
upright and awake and pretend to be completely unmoved by his
experience. He dragged in a shuddering breath, captured her little
face in one hand and looked deeply into her eyes. He could see
that, although he had been too closely focused on his own pleasure
to realize, she had come, as well. It pleased him no end, shamed
him that he had been too focused on his own pleasure to make
certain that he pleased his woman before he pleased
himself.

It went to show how completely the
woman had turned his mind, he thought wryly.

“
I will breed this one
next!”
he announced
. “I may wear her on my cock until then. Fucking her is as
close to divine as I ever expect to get.”

The men laughed as he had expected
them to, but they were mostly focused on voicing their full support
of keeping the women in service to the Merkdar.

Chapter Seventeen

Confusion wasn’t a new experience for
Tilly when dealing with the aliens—neither was fear or pain or
embarrassment, for that matter, but she was more confused than
usual about what was going on.

She didn’t think the men on the high
platform were entertainers, however. The one in the middle,
although clearly younger than the men on either side of him---well,
younger than the commander for that matter—carried himself in a way
she could only describe as regal. For all that he had laugh lines
on either side of his mouth and his eyes danced several times that
she saw with amusement, there was an air of command about him that
told her he was the leader of the entire group.

Even the commander’s behavior toward
him made that clear.

So …. They’d been brought to some kind
of meeting? And the leader had gotten up and thoroughly examined
them.

Thoroughly!

She was pretty sure he’d rammed that
thick finger all the way to her womb.

And then he’d made some kind of joke
about it that had everyone in the room chuckling and she’d been so
humiliated she’d felt like bursting into tears.

And scared, because she thought they
must have been brought here to sell—or maybe even as a gift—and the
leader had dismissed her as being of any value.

She thought.

Then he’d …. Well it had almost felt
like a caress when he’d cupped her belly like that and then very
lightly cupped her breasts and stroked her nipples.

She thought he had dismissed her then,
when he strode away from her and settled back in the huge chair
that was higher than all the others, but then the nanos had carried
her to him and he had lifted her up and she’d known he was about to
fuck her right in front of the assembly even before the nanos had
spread her for him.

And then he’d stroked lubrication over
her—as if he was concerned about hurting her even though he hadn’t
seemed to care about making fun of her.

What had surprised her the most,
though, was the look in his eyes when he’d gently stroked his hands
over her.

It had almost made her feel like
crying because it had been far more than lust—she
thought.

It had seemed to her that he had
looked at her as if she was coveted, desired, cherished—like a
lover would rather than an owner.

Ok, so maybe an owner. Some men truly
seemed to love their belongings.

Any redneck worth his salt was liable
to kill somebody over his dog—or at least beat them unconscious if
they could get their hands on them.

Dare she hope he had accepted her and
would treat her as a cherished belonging? A favorite
pet?

He had certainly seemed to enjoy
fucking her, but she knew that wasn’t necessarily something that
would save her. There were over a dozen women in the group. He
could fuck them all and be just as excited and
enthralled.

She had enjoyed it—in spite of the
audience—despite the fact that she’d thought he might rip in two
regardless of the lubrication. He’d communicated his high arousal
to her by his touch and it had shot her own arousal skyward, made
her come shatteringly.

But that didn’t matter either. He
might never touch her again and then she would have to enjoy the
next one.

Even if she didn’t want the next one
to so much as touch her.

Everyone seemed really pleased that he
fucked her and came, though. They began to shout and laugh
excitedly.

Uh oh!

Thankfully the nano-suit spared her
the humiliation of falling on her face when he lifted her off of
his member with obvious reluctance and set her on her
feet.

She was led from the stage with the
others and out of the building again. Instead of returning them to
the ship, though, they were led to another building that looked
like it might be a hotel. That impression persisted when they had
passed the men lining up outside and entered. There was a large,
open area that had a mismatched assortment of furnishings—primarily
couches and chairs—and then a long corridor leading off of
it.

There were doors on both sides and as
they reached one, a woman was pushed inside and they moved to the
next until they were nearing the end of the corridor and Tilly
found herself pushed into a room.

It was not a lovely room nor did it
look particularly comfortable, although it had a narrow bunk
covered with a pillow and some bed linens. There was a small bath
attached to it.

Did this mean they would be staying
here, she wondered? Was this room to be hers now instead of the
room on the ship?

Would the commander and his second
leave her here?

A lump formed in her throat at the
thought.

It wasn’t that she cared about
them—any of them, she assured herself. It was just that she’d
become used to them, felt safe—well, from actual harm.

They weren’t going to ‘break’ her
because they considered her of some worth—for bartering—or let
anyone else deprive them of her value as a trade item.

She dismissed the urge to cry and the
miserable thoughts. They had made it abundantly clear that she was
a sex toy. There was no doubt in her mind that she was here for
that purpose and she would not be left long to consider whether
she’d guessed right or wrong.

The men had been lining up even before
they were assigned rooms.

She hoped to god she
wasn’t going to be expected to fuck her entire portion of the male
population before she was allowed to rest—or worse,
more
than her fair
share!

There’d been an awful lot of men—she
didn’t have a clue how many, but many times over the women. She
thought she would be lucky if her share was as low as
twenty.

She shook the thought as a waste of
time in speculation.

She thought she had accepted what her
life was now. Clearly she hadn’t or she wouldn’t be considering it
as if there would be an end to it. It didn’t actually matter how
many. They would all expect to fuck—regularly—not once and quit.
So, unless the crew had only brought them here for a show she could
expect to have a cock in her most of the time.

Actually, that idea was almost worse,
the thought of being part of a circuit.

Except she supposed she would have a
little rest time in between stops.

The door opened while she was worrying
herself with her imagination and the beautiful young man that had
fucked her in front of everyone stepped inside.

She blinked at him in surprise, but
since the nano-suit instantly responded to his entrance by carrying
her to the bunk and assuming the position, she was fairly certain
of what was in store for her.

He startled her.

Instead of immediately spearing his
cock into her, he sprawled over her and began to caress her body
worshipfully, stroking her with shaking hands, lightly massaging
her breasts and suckling them until she was a morass of sparking
nerve endings and thwarted desire.

He kissed her throat and ears and
cheeks.

He hesitated for a long moment over
her lips and then moved away, aligned his primary cock, curled his
arms around her and thrust, pumping his hips until he managed to
sink balls deep. He paused, panting for breath as if the muscles
along her channel were squeezing his chest instead of his
cock.

After a moment, he levered himself
upward on his elbows and looked down at her.

“
It would be insane to
mate with your mouth and yet … I yearn for it, my pretty
Tilly.”

Tilly didn’t have a clue of what he’d
said beyond acknowledging that he was aware that he was fucking her
and not someone that was nameless and faceless—a pussy attached to
two legs and a body.

It made her throat close with want and
she lifted up to kiss his chest.

The breath left him as if she’d
punched him but before she could decide if she’d done something she
shouldn’t have, he coiled his arms tightly around her and began to
drive into her in a frenzied way that sent her shooting toward
completion. He caught the wave she was riding and followed her,
shuddering with release, uttering a sound that was somewhere
between a growl and a hoarse croak.

He held her tightly for a long while,
while his breathing slowed and then he began to caress her
again.

Tilly thought she might have felt
dread if not for the fact that she’d been ridden so much and so
hard she’d grown accustomed to it.

He fucked her twice more and then
sprawled limply on top of her, heavily enough Tilly began to be
extremely worried she was going to suffocate. She couldn’t decide,
in point of fact, whether she was slipping under because of
exhaustion or the fact that she could only manage shallow breaths
beneath his weight.

A snore assured her that there was
nothing wrong with him beyond exhaustion, but she wasn’t so sure
the same could be said for her.

Apparently, the snore was as loud as
it had seemed to her. The door opened and she caught a glimpse of
the commander—she thought.