Alien Salvation by Tracy St.John Page A

penetrated deep in her
flesh. Her sleeve flexed in a slow, small climax that offered
little relief. She panted as the Imdiko’s fingers
stilled.
    “We no say pleasure. Wait permission,”
he warned. When she peeked up through the hair keeping her face
hidden, she saw his normally gentle face was almost as severe as
Bacoj’s.
    “You pleasure, Lindsey?” Bacoj
demanded.
    “Just a little one. I’m sorry,” she
whimpered. She’d never felt less sorry in her life.
    Bacoj grasped her chin and lifted so
she faced him. The instant before she cast her eyes downward, she
saw the pleased expression he wore. It made her feel
good.
    His deep voice held only the steel of
command. “You control body. We tell you when pleasure
comes.”
    Silence spun out for a moment, finally
broken by Japohn’s voice behind her. “You say, yes
Dramok.”
    “Yes, Dramok.”
    Bacoj released her chin, and she dipped
her head again. The men resumed their clandestine explorations.
Lindsey bore it silently, though she wanted to scream her longing
for them to take her, to bury their thick appendages deep in her
hungry body.
    At last Bacoj stood, peeling his
formsuit down his delicious body as he loomed over her like a great
tree. Lindsey suddenly found his twin sexes only inches from her
face. The scent, so much like cinnamon, hung heavy in the air. His
hand gripped the larger of the two penises.
    “Open mouth, slave.”

    A bolt of ecstasy struck her nether
regions and she gushed fresh wetness over Vax’s fingers. The Imdiko
emitted gruff laughter. “She like,” he informed Bacoj.
    Bacoj buried the fingers of his other
hand in her hair, pulling her parted lips to his hard length. He
slowly slid into her accepting mouth.
    The spicy-sweet flavor of his
lubrication coated her tongue, delighting her. Bacoj tasted
scrumptious. Lindsey moaned as he gradually filled her mouth. His
stave was hot, and she felt his pulse on the underside of his
thickness. She rubbed her tongue against the throb, eager for more
of his juices. She swallowed against the delightful intruder. He
groaned.
    He slid in further still until Lindsey
couldn’t breathe, and she gagged against his implacable entry.
Suddenly her hands were planted against his thickly muscled thighs,
shoving to escape the terrible choking sensation.
    Bacoj drew back to allow her to
recover. As soon as she stopped coughing, Japohn captured her
wrists in his hands, pulling them to cross behind her back once
more. He held her arms imprisoned there with one hand while
peppering her backside with light spanks. “Take what Bacoj
give.”
    Tears sprang to her eyes as the
thrilling punishment stung. “He’s too big!”
    Harder swats for her temerity to speak.
Bacoj still held her by the hair, and he was advancing towards her
again. “Open mouth. I teach.”
    Despite the fear of gagging again,
Lindsey obeyed the command as if born into servitude. She wanted
this. Their domination made her body alive with deep, undeniable
yearning.
    Again the velvety slick penis slid into
her mouth. “Relax throat. No breathe when all inside. Wait for pull
out.”
    She forced herself to remain relaxed as
he breached the point of comfort, holding her breath as he pressed
farther in. He tilted her head back as he traveled deeper, opening
her throat to take all he had. Lindsey closed her eyes in the
effort to keep panic at bay.
    Serve him. You’re his slave and have no
choice but to accept his demands.
    The immensely titillating thought kept
her acquiescent despite the rising terror. After only a moment
Bacoj slowly reversed, his smaller penis dragging beneath her chin.
Lindsey drew in an uninhibited breath with relief.
    “Good, slave.”
    His approval brought that warm feeling
of pleasure again, and she concentrated on his erotic desires as he
pushed into her mouth once more. As he established a steady rhythm,
Lindsey discovered it excited her to serve him in this fashion. Now
that she had the trick of taking him deep, his use