Krygan's Pets Pt. 06

Damien shook his head and shrugged.

"Ya gotta have faith my friend." He winked.

Pete stood up sweating and shook his head.

"Naw bullshit! You got lucky! An' I don't just mean with them pretty ladies. I mean you damn lucky ya got outta that crap at all. They shit broke down an' that's how he got out boys!"

Damien shrugged and laughed.

"Well, that too!"

Orlando was the oldest in the group. At forty-two years old he was nearly fifteen years everyone else's senior, though it wasn't obvious in his very fit body. But they could all see it in his face. He stopped his humming and glanced over at Damien.

"If y'all are done thinkin' with your dicks, and talkin' shit, maybe we can get a moment of real progress in this cell eh?"

Everyone looked at him and Pete who was the youngest grinned and nodded.

"Okay old man... lay it on us!"

Orlando stared at him and Pete's humorous smile vanished a little under the weight of the serious stare.

"Them aliens meant they business! Sunshine over there missed the part where the scary one axed who was it responsible for the equipment failure, an' then killed that soldier who took responsibility for that fuck up! But some of us saw that shit. I for one been thinkin' 'bout these pricks a lot!"

He paused and then continued.

"Damien, you spent the time in there getting' yo' freak on with those fine gals when y'all shoulda spent a lot mo' time workin' on what the fuck was happenin'. Ya feel me on that?"

Damien nodded.

"Hey now, it's true I fucked them gals, but they was pumpin' some shit in the air. Everyone who was out cold had they Johnson's hard as fuckin' rocks. I promise you, if y'all was outta that energy stasis shit, you'da fucked them gals too. All fo' of ya! So it wadn't like I was exactly my normal self fellas. I ain't that bad a horn dawg!"

Pete grinned.

"I am. I'da loved to fuck all them hot bitches. Specially the one with the dark hair and big titties!"

Damien shot Pete a hostile look at the reference to Melissa.

"You'd best calm the fuck down nigga!"

Pete stared at him not quite sure why Damien was suddenly defensive. But then he smiled.

"My bad brotha! You sweet on that little honey ain't ya?"

Damien shook his head.

"Just shut the fuck up will ya?"

Orlando's deep voice boomed and he sat up.

"Why don't both you boys stop actin' like little kids an' start actin' like men? Damien that nigga shit was uncalled for! I think you owe Pete an apology! An' Pete, you best keep your cock from coming out yo' mouth when you talk with everyone here!"

The two men stared at him and suddenly felt quite small. Orlando had a very calm but powerful feeling to him.

Damien nodded.

"He's right yo! Hey man, sorry 'bout that shit. Guess I am a bit... you know. I like her. Anyway, sorry. I shouldn'ta oughtta called ya that. My bad."

"Naw bro it's cool. I got a fuckin' big mouth dude. It's all good. Sorry man. He right! We gotta work this shit out together."

Pete stepped closer and extended his hand. The two men shook and Pete turned around and looked at Orlando.

"Okay ol' man, you got the flo' so don't stop. Whatcha thinkin'?"

Orlando shrugged.

"Not exactly sure where we gots to go on this situation, but I do know we cain't all be sittin' round in this place tellin' fish stories and layin' round doin' nothin'. We gotta start usin' our heads. Them poor gals next do' they in trouble. We are too. An' y'all saw the rest. Theys a lot uh folks out there all slaves to these fuckin' aliens!"

Now everyone was listening more intensely and nodding.

"Now I'm bettin' ya them gals ain't sittin' 'round talkin' bout shoe shoppin' and fashion tips. Y'all can bet yo' sweet black asses them girls be workin' on tryin' ta git the fuck outta that cell an' off this damn planet. We needa be thinkin' like that too. An' when I say we I mean all us folks. They was a lot of others too. I'm betting the white dudes, the Mexicans, an' everyone else be thinkin' this same shit. That's a lot of minds workin' on the same thing. That gives me hope. Gentlemen, I hope for y'alls sake that you workin' on figurin' a way out too?"

From the bench where Chris and Tucker were sitting Chris held up his palms.

"Now hold up a sec Orlando! Ain't none of us wanna be hyere! Question is how do we get gone? I mean look around y'all! They ain't no openin's cept fo' when they feed us or come ta visit. An' usually when they hyere we out cold from that damn knock out gas! So what you want we should do 'bout dis shit? Axe them could them give us a damn can opener? 'Cause I don't know about you bro, but I think they'd get pretty suspicious if we axed them somethin' like that there!"

Tucker nodded and laughed.

"He gots a point. Dis here ain't no paper house fellas! Dis shit is alien maximum security. Who know what kinda Star Wars shit they got up in dis place? We ain't just walkin' out. Y'all don't seriously think these dudes got to be dis strong my raisin' a bunch uh fools? Naw man! No fuckin' way! An' I'm bettin' they ain't no way we gittin' outta here 'cept fo' a box or if our slave overlords be wantin' ta fuck wid us! Y'all mark my words! If y'all think you gonna escape, y'all gots 'nudder thing comin'! An' that's fo' real boys!"

Orlando nodded.

"Maybe you right. Maybe it is just a waste uh time. But ya know what else? Ain't none of us here got anythin' better to do no how. We'd best try an' fail insteada sittin' round here talkin' about pussy an' fishin' boys!"

Everyone laughed.

Damien nodded.

"Them gals is workin' it out. They got a deal with the leader."

That caught everyone's attention and all eyes turned to Damien as silence filled the space.

Orlando spoke up.

"Do what now?"

Damien nodded.

"They got a deal goin' with ol' red-eyes. Y'all remember him?"

Everyone nodded and Orlando seemed intensely interested.

"Go on...?"

"Okay y'all it seems like ol' red-eyes gots a thing fo' some uh them gals next door. He talked to Jennifer."

Pete scratched his head.

"Which one is she? She got nice titties like the one you sweet on?"

Everyone shot Pete a shut up look and he shrugged and stopped trying to be funny.

"It's a joke! Jesus guys! Go on D. Sorry bro!"

Damien shrugged.

"Anyhow, she got a meetin' with ol' red-eyes an' he told her they get ten days without anyone watchin' in or visitin' or listenin' in on they cell while they try ta get out."

Orlando nodded.

"No shit? That's some good shit ta know. He got a weakness for them gals. Outstanding!"

"So anyway, if'n they get outta they cell, he gonna give 'em a bigger an' better cell! They hopin' ta get on his good side. Work they way in. They tol' me all of 'em wanna try ta get some influence on ol' red-eyes an' then see how could they help everyone else. They wanna work wid us an' see if they could get out. They hopin' ta help all y'all and everyone else if they can get they foot in the door! I told 'em we'd help out any way we can too."

Orlando nodded and smiled.

"Y'all see that? Them gals is workin' on it an' they got all yo' sorry asses in mind too. I suggest we get onboard with this an' work together, much as we can now. Count my ass in on this Damien!"

Everyone else nodded and piped in with their consent.

Damien continued.

"They probably can't do it. Which sucks for them 'cause if they don't get they asses outta there after ten days, they get to spend two days with the creepy dude!"

Pete jumped in.

"Wid BUGMAN?! Oh hell fuckin' no! Not that sonofabitch!"

Damien nodded.

Pete shook his head.

"Dat sick fucker'll fuck dem honeys up good! He worse'n creep yo! He downright evil! I hate bugman!"

Orlando shook his head.

"We best figure somethin' out boys! Ain't no way I'd wish that sick fuck on my worst enemy! We gotta help them gals!"

Pete nodded.

"No doubt!"

And so the discussion continued as Damien spilled everything he could remember to his cellmates, but avoided telling them that Jennifer had gotten into his mind and spoken with him. He knew that they'd think him crazy if he said it. Besides which, he couldn't tip the girls hand to anyone listening in to their cell.

He knew that the ESP communication was the only secret weapon they had at the moment besides the leader's weakness for the women. He would never let anyone know except in the direst of emergencies. Even then he was reluctant to even think of saying anything to anyone about what had taken place in his mind.

In a small cell strapped to a table Pawgwyn sobbed softly as she considered her fate. Bred to animals? The idea was revolting. Q-Iythe entered the room in his surgical smock and facemask. Behind him came some physicians and medical attendants.

She looked at him in fear and then stared at the probes that were floating into the room behind them.

The Donadar smiled.

"Hello Pawgwyn. No need for tears or fear. This will be a swift simple procedure. No more than an hour or so. We just need to fit you with an inhibitor. That way, you won't have an edge on any low gravity beasts. Can't have you using superior strength to toss your would be companions around now can we?"

She cried and pleaded with him.

"Please don't do this Q-Iythe? I'm begging you!"

He nodded with no hint of a change on his expression.

"Soon you'll be begging others too Pawgwyn. I wonder if the human males will find you stimulating? Or perhaps rentrex males will take an interest. If not we have plenty of other species. I'm sure that somewhere there's a male or two with your name on their reproductive minds!"

A probe hovered over her head and she shook her head no as she sobbed.

But the probe turned translucent on the underside and a red beam of light hit her face causing her to freeze and then to blink.

"Just relax Pawgwyn. Go to sleep. It'll all be over soon. You'll see."

She tried to resist but the probe shut down her conscious mind and provided pleasant images in her brain as the Donadar and his team prepped her for surgery and then started in. As she slept the team worked and when she woke it was in a different place. She was naked and encased in a stasis field. A gag bit was in her mouth and she couldn't move.

The Donadar returned from wherever he'd been and approached her. She looked at him with hate and contempt in her eyes. He laughed and nodded.

"How delightful, you're awake. A pleasure to see you up and recovered Pawgwyn. I wish to show you something. I'll be back later. This was an experiment the Lord Holder conducted by pumping hormones into a chamber after introducing a single free male and four captives into a holding cell with five human females. You will note that the females were also affected and did not put up much of a struggle to resist as few did try and were immediately subdued and bedded!"

He smiled as she looked at him angrily.

"Among these primitive animals the act of carnal bedding or what we might think of a mild alpha rage is called fucking. It's a rather vulgar sounding word don't you think? Fucking! Fuck! Fucker! Fucks!" He laughed as she listened.

"Anyway, we were able to induce fucking to initiate at forty-two percent hormonal levels. I suspect with you having some slightly strange physical features, such as your eyes, hair, and height that it could take them longer to go for you. But I promise you whether it's seventy percent or ninety-five percent, sooner or later the male humans, which are called men by the way, will begin to fuck you! And from our amusing recordings of you and various male species, we will sell this media to others for their viewing enjoyment. In this manner you may repay your debt for the crimes you have committed."

"In time you will be quite a celebrity in certain circles. Of course these are circles that enjoy seeing degradation and whorish females put to shame in sexual acts. But always think on the bright side, at least you'll have your health and eventually some degree of freedom. Won't your fans love you? I believe so!"

He left and she watched the monitor as Damien one by one screwed all five of the red-haired women in the cell. She was infuriated and fascinated at the same time. The thought of these animals breeding with her or as the Donadar had now put it "fucking" her was disgusting!

But tearfully she knew that she could not win. They had implanted a restrictor in her that would weaken her with the push of a button or turn of a dial. Even these low gravity weaklings would be as strong or stronger than her. It was as unnatural as breeding with animals in the first place.

She had been a powerful Lady of the palace for some time. Now she was disgraced and humiliated. And the true degradation had not yet even started. What was going to happen next was a twisted perversion and she knew that the Donadar would enjoy every minute of her terrible suffering as these things stuffed their engorged penis's into her beautiful body.

She was succiyeen to great and powerful beings. Males who could overpower the greatest of female warriors and make them yield to their desires. That was an honor. No ulanari no matter how fierce or proud could resist a male capable of such powerful acts of domination!

And now she would be crippled by unnatural means and made to comply with the demonic weaklings like one of Krygan's pathetic female pets! She wanted to die. This was so pathetic and sad. She wished she had never started courting and bedding the young guard, Vath Kreena.

But it was too late now for regrets. She looked up as the cell wall opened and the Donadar stood there with several elite guards.

These soldier guards came in and she was moved in stasis to a new location. Q-Iythe dried her eyes with a scrap of cloth and then spoke to her.

"Just wait until you meet your new temporary cell mates. Won't they be in for a wonderful treat? And fear not. While a few of the males are much smaller than what you are used to taking, there are two in there who are pretty well endowed for humans! Remember to be a good breeder and do your part. After all, Lord Holder Vack will be watching this. So make it good Pawgwyn!"

The platform lowered into a cell and Pawgwyn saw the five human males all staring in silence as the troops entered the chamber. Q-Iythe held up a collar and snapped it on around her neck. Then snapped a metal cable to it and locked the cable in place. From the floor a large metal object now moved up from a hidden recess in the otherwise smooth white surface.

The Donadar connected the other end of the cable to a small opening in the top of the large metal slab. He turned to address the men.

"Greetings gentlemen. Did I say that right? I've been studying a lot more English vernacular. Anyway, this is Pawgwyn. She's one of our females or as we call them ulanari. But Pawgwyn loves sex. In fact so much so that she did some bad things. The Lord Holder wishes to see her punished. He wishes for all of you to enjoy Pawgwyn in every manner you see fit."

The men were staring at her and at the Donadar in disbelief.

"To insure that you cooperate I am authorized to give you all a reward as well as to inform you of the consequences of failure to comply."

Now the men looked nervous and a little angered too. This made Q-Iythe smile even more.

"If you do this well, you will get a meal out on the veranda to enjoy a change of scenery and some fresh air. You'll also be allowed to visit with five women of your own species. I'm sure you will find that appealing eh?"

The men looked at Pawgwyn and the Donadar and his security crew.

"If you fail I will execute three women using these!" He held up three orbs with translucent sides and very active and enraged Kyfussar bugs inside the small spheres.

"I trust you will not fail?" He laughed and put the orbs away into his robe pocket.

"Before I leave I will explain some of our mating customs. We are a male dominated society. Only alpha males get the best females. Alpha males or ol' red-eyes as Damien refers to my Lord Holder Vack, control subordinates. And because we defer to and admire the strong, females are hard wired to both resist and to admire and be stimulated by males who can force them to submit. Strength is everything with us. You must conquer Pawgwyn here. Make her submit to your desires. Bind her and fuck her until she concedes and behaves as your succiyeen. Your sexual servant. She is proud, and fierce and hates all of you. She sees you as less than animals. She will fight and resist your efforts. And were it not for the inhibitor which we've surgically implanted into her to weaken her in your low gravity cell, she would kill all of you and toss you about the place like a pile of rags!"

"You are nowhere near our physical strength and that's a great disadvantage. But she won't be so strong now. With the inhibitor in place you will be able to best her. So have fun! Take out your frustrations. Pretend she's my sister or my beloved wife. Whatever it takes. But make it happen or three women will die slow and painful deaths!"

He looked at Pete and held up a Kyfussar bug in a globe stepping towards the man as Pete leaned away in wide-eyed fear and disgust.

"Bugman! I love that! Thank you Pete! I assume that the Kyfussar is the bug of choice in your descriptive?"

Pete shrugged looking nervous and nodded while keeping his fearful eyes glued to the probe's occupant.

"Good luck everyone! Enjoy taming Pawgwyn! If you can?"

He laughed again and nodded and the platform vanished seamlessly into the ceiling.

Now they heard a small ticking sound like a clock or a bomb and from where the naked alien woman stood encased and gagged there was a click and the bite gag dropped from her mouth to the floor as the energy field dropped.

Pawgwyn was about five feet, eleven inches tall. Her breasts were fairly large and well formed. Her skin had an alabaster pale sheen to it and her areolas were a purplish-rose colour. A small shock of neatly trimmed white pubic hair rested above her crotch and her hair was short and platinum blonde. Her eyes were metallic yellow with pupils that dilated to round openings and then narrowed back to slits as she looked around. She looked a lot like a tall beautiful pale human female in many ways.

She was cautious and waited for the first of the males to attack her. But they all sat back on the bed cots and just stared at her in silence. There was no attempt to attack or subdue her. She stopped herself from lunging at the nearest one and instead calmed herself and looked around her.

Orlando spoke at last.

"I'm sorry for whatever it is you done that got y'all down here with us. Don't no one want to do the stuff he axed us to do to ya. But I'm bettin' they ain't gonna take no fo' an answer."

Pawgwyn said nothing but stared at them.

It was strange. The animals seemed genuinely sorry for her. Surely there was some hatred? If not then they were weak! She wasn't sure what to think of them. Then she smelled something strange. A gas being piped into the room. It must be the hormonal gas she thought. Soon the alien males would go from concerned weaklings, to lustful creatures. She backed into the center of the room as much as she could from the short cable tether.

The ceiling opened above each bunk and small hanks of rope cordage about three feet in length each dropped from the ceiling while all around her in a wide ring small metal eyelets rose from new openings in the floor.

The men stared at her as she turned from side to side watching them and at the ready. She kept her eyes not only on their faces, but also kept looking at their crotches.

As she turned Pete stared at her and noticed the firm solid muscle tone of her skin. The beautiful natural lift to her breasts and her hard firm nipples. She looked wild and he suddenly wondered what she felt like sexually?