Crashed on Slythxx {darkest_fate&Zacki}

[darkest_fate]

Captain Amelia LaRou coughed up space dust and excess fuel as she pushed aside the protective shield. It had saved her and her Ensign from the worst of the damage from the explosion, propelling them toward their destination at a much greater rate than expected. It had also nearly crushed the two of them, and LaRou could feel tears in the skintight space suit she wore. She groaned, running a hand through her hair, which had come loose from its headbinding at some point during the crash. LaRou had thick waves of dark auburn, the type that showed quite clearly against her very pale skin. Now said hair happened to look as though it had been zapped, and bits of space dust clung to it.

"Report, Ensign," choked the captain, hitting her chest again. The motion caused her rather impressive breasts to bounce. There had actually been some jokes regarding whether LaRou was too busty to become an astronaut. Her record demonstrated how very wrong that was.

"The ship's totaled," said the Ensign, her voice also raspy. Ensign Kelli Wu was a petite Asian woman with relatively short, black hair. She reached up to pluck a bit of debris from a loose bang, tossing it aside and grimacing. She looked cute, almost adorable, which had caused her all sorts of problems when going through training. Like most of this crew, however, Ensign Wu had proven that she had what it took to get a mission solved. She just happened to look like a cute Asian schoolgirl. "The propulsion system failed at a crucial juncture, causing our ship to veer off course, and, well, I think you can see what happened."

"We crashed," agreed LaRou, frowning as she scanned the landscape. She reached up, pulling a visor over her deep green eyes. Readouts confirmed what she already knew: a viable atmosphere, a dead ship, and a few life form readings. Both she and the Ensign were perfectly fine, which just left the rest of the crew.

"I found Corporal Smith," said Wu. She was nudging a body with her foot; a body that happened to be missing a bit. "And there's some more of her, and some more over there."

"Any signs of the others?" asked LaRou, pulling her eyes away. Smith had been well trained and seasoned, not to mention thoroughly likable.

"Uh, getting readouts from that way," said Wu, pointing off in the distance. "Could be the locals though. Hmm... hey, there's a readout! looks like..."

"Like Lieutenant Patricia O'Reilly," said the cheerful voice. It belonged to a buxom blonde woman who looked more like a cover model dressed in a sci-fi costume than a trained space pioneer. Freckles covered her face, and her long, golden hair had been pulled back into a braid. O'Reilly had curves in all the right places, and her breasts were as large as LaRou's, if not larger. However, she also had a knack for thinking on the fly and a personality that made you like her despite the fact that she fit nearly every other blonde haired, blue eyed, ex-cheerleader stereotype in the book.

"Any clue?" asked O'Reilly as she came up. LaRue and Wu shook their heads, and the three frowned. It was unlikely that they were the only ones left alive, even from a crash like this. However, there weren't any other signs of life, and there were more bodies here besides Smith's. They spread out to look around, not knowing that they'd been noticed by locals, locals who were already well on their way.

 

[Zacki]

Slythxx. A planet located seven light years from Earth. The second planet orbiting a Sun only slightly larger than Earth's sun, and yet, with a planetary orbit that was a bit more stable than Earth's. The planet itself looked like a large, cracked desert, with grey dust covering the planet and red gorges that lined the planet, giving it an ethereal beauty. As voyager passed by it, tests confirmed that the planet had an atmosphere remarkably like earth's atmosphere, which provoked an unmanned shuttle to the planet five years ago. It was supposed to be routine - just determine if there was any primitive life on the planet and determine if it could support human life.

From the beginning, the finds were amazing - the surface was made up of several kinds of indigenous rock, but a good deal of the surface was fine sand-like dust, which would blow in the wind. Proving that the soil was suitable for earth plants, the probe made it's first trip to the valleys - and there it found the plants. The red color from the skies were discovered to be large cactus-like plants which used primarily carotenoids to perform photosynthesis, hence the red color, which turned more green at the stock of the plant.

Diving into the valleys, the probe found that far below the surface of the planet, there was a steady supply of water, which the prove tested and found mostly drinkable, once it was cleaned. Finding moving life forms, primarily reptilian in nature, celebrations occurred throughout the scientific world. However, these celebrations did not detail the most amazing thing, what happened once the dun came out. Then, it seemed, the true owners and denizens of the world emerged.

The probe's pictures were quite detailed, showing a reptilian humanoid that stood about six and a half feet tall, with grey scaly skin and a long tail, which was quickly discovered to be prehensile when the reptilian being began to climb one of the trees, using both hands and feet, which were noted as prehensile, with it's tail to assist him in climbing the trees to the top, where it ate the thick red leaves of the plant. This footage only lasted a few minutes, before the reptilian creature saw the probe. The creature was distinct in that it began to make distinct noises, and to the scientist's excitement at the time, proved to wield a metallic device like a staff, indicating intelligence. The probe ceased to transmit anything after that point, leaving Scientists curious as to the nature of the intelligent beings that stood in the image.

**********

It was about mid-light cycle when the object came hurtling from the sky. It made such a noise and shook the ground, sending the Slyth into a frenzy, disturbing their mid-day routines of packing supplies. Although a few worked to secure their nests, an Alpha, one of the stronger Slyth which served as a guard of sorts called for a few of it's fellows with a high pitched clicking of it's tongue, and about a dozen such warriors came at his call. They travelled through the tunnels under the ground, with the Alpha picking up a metallic staff along the way, moving to emerge only a couple thousand feet from where the ship had landed.

The Alpha began to communicate with his hunters, and began to crawl forward, using his limbs and tail to remain balanced close to the ground, where his skin color matched the color of the desert, unlike much of the easier food supplies in the valleys. It's face was decidingly versatile - much like the cross between an ape and a crocodile, golden eyes which had a second layer of skin for protecting the sensitive eyes against the sun glinting about as the beasts spread out on their own, moving forward with a slow speed, as they cautiously approached the vehicle.

As the Alpha approached, taking a slight detour to get closer to the ship, he saw Amelia, and his eyes blinked in surprise. It had seen these things before - they were images shown via the sound waves that began to hit this planet, years ago. The presence of foreign creatures brought both a curiosity and an irritation to the Alpha - after all, they had dangerous weapons called 'guns', he recalled. Gripping his Staff, which he had held in his tail until this point, the Alpha moved to point one end of it, the main weapon at Amelia's general torso, before it made a loud hissing sound, which it expected to alert her to it's presence. "Srree...Eeze, EU-HEU-MANG." The Alpha managed to eek out, obviously not being used to speaking in the tongue of a human.

Similarly, both Wu and O'Reilly would find themselves threatened - if they did not notice the approach, the Slyph would try to tackle them to the ground, wrestling them down with their great strength and the threat of their teeth. If they noticed it, the Slyphs would charge, still trying to knock them down with momentum before the pair could fight back. The torsos and bodies resembled humans, though there was no sign of reproductive organs, save for a set of scaly plates from around the abdomen downwards.

 

[darkest_fate]

The three were, of course, trained in combat maneuvers. In fact, O'Reilly held a black belt in a martial art, and even Wu had learned enough to defend herself against most attackers. Most being the key word here; none of the women had anticipated native entanglements, least of all from the impressive reptilians. They'd heard of the species, and had been sent to negotiate. In fact, they had been carrying several goods which likely would have went over well. If not, the various armaments the crew had been equipped with would have come into play.

"We're unarmed!" tried LaRou, holding up her arms. It didn't seem to matter. Both Wu and O'Reilly, despite all their training, were taken down quite quickly. They had been stunned, and despite having noticed the attackers, they hadn't anticipated such a violent maneuver. Both women fought back, squirming and trying to get out from under their assailant, but they weren't accomplishing much.

"Stop!" commanded LaRue, turning to her subordinates. "We're unarmed, and we're going to need their help if we're going to survive, let alone get out of here."

She tried turning back to the lizard, grimacing at the weapon. They had communicators, but as far as LaRue knew, they'd all been damaged in the crash. Wu managed to work one out though, and shoved it into her ear, listening intently to the lizard men's communications while her commanding officer slowly sank to the ground, her hands up and moving behind her head.

 

[Zacki]

The Alpha watched as the human female raised her hands up, which he vaguely recalled was something humans did when they were being pointed at with one of their weapons. It was a movement of submission, the Alpha told himself, and watching the woman sink to the ground, her hands moving behind her head, the Alpha realized that she wasn't going to put up a fight. Still, out of caution, he kept the staff's head pointing towards her while he considered for a few moments. He then turned towards the ship's wreckage, only stopping when he heard one of the warriors speak up.

"Alpha, What are these creatures?" The warrior spoke in their language, a series of clicks and a higher pitched sound, and the Alpha recognized him as Surrok, turning to face him again. It was obvious that confusion was on his face to the Alpha, and the Alpha thought about it's words for a few moments.

"They are called -" The Alpha began in his own tongue, before once again coughing out in english, "HEU-MANGZU." With that, the Alpha then stated, "It was their messages that we saw, many hot-cycles ago. Remember - they have powerful weapons called-'GUUNZU' and 'SSHHAAZZEZU'. The latter shoot energy, like our oscillation staffs, but only some humans aboard their warships carry them." With that, the warriors glanced at the girls, ensuring their hands were empty, a set checking their boots curiously, and seemed to start searching, seeing if they could find anything but suit, alert and ready to put down any fighting back should the pair attempt it.

All the while, the Alpha had his senses open if Amelia did anything to fight back, and noting that she hadn't moved, stepped towards her spaceship, finally taking the staff away from pointing at her as he focused it on part of the metal, a reddish laser cutting a chunk of metal off of the ship. The Alpha began to quickly work, using it to rapidly cut up the metal, cutting it into strips before melting the strips together, seeming to cool it down with a shot of a purplish laser. The final product resembled a crude set of chain links, but the Alpha didn't mind as it returned to Amelia, moving to wrap the chain links around her arms at her wrists, melting two links together at the end of his work to restrain her arms for the time being.

Meanwhile, the warriors had finished their search, before beginning to talk among themselves, "Do you think these things are like us, tool users, or do you think they are like the Kerva?" one warrior, whom was crounched over Wu, asked Surrok, whom had moved back to see that the pair were no threat.

Surrok glanced at the pair, before stating, with a chuckle, "Honestly? They are like feisty Holsta.". That brought a snicker from a number of the other warriors, before the Alpha moved to toss his staff to Surrok with a arcing motion.

"Keep them in line, and march them to the researcher." Alpha stated calmly. "Use the staff only if they resist. Who knows how many more of them will be coming." With that, Alpha turned towards Amelia, moving to grab her by the waist, lifting her like a sack of potatoes, half expecting her to not struggle, considering the situation. "I'll go on ahead and prepare the hive for our arrival." After acknowledging Surrok's nodding head, the group moved to let Wu and O'Reilly get back to their feet, the staff clearly aimed at them as they began to herd the women to follow Alpha, whom carried Amelia forward, quickly rushing towards a crevice in the ground.

 

[darkest_fate]

Amelia couldn't make out what the creatures were saying, but their intent was rather obvious. They were a scouting group, and they'd just found strange creatures that they didn't have the first clue what to do with. She was about to try suggesting something, momentarily forgetting the language barrier, when she heard the English word. She started to suggest that they could actually speak, when she saw Kelli giving a quick shake of her head. The captain fell into silence then, watching the creatures closely.

Kelli wished she could inform the captain and Pat about what she was learning. The translator was having some troubles picking up every word the creatures said, especially since some of the phrasing was strange, but Kelli was getting most of it. These creatures were obviously the dominate race, and they'd also just as obviously seen displays of humans before, likely television programs. The Ensign didn't know how to communicate this to the others though. At least she managed to look calm, hoping that would let them realize there was no talk about human barbeque in the near future.

Then the energy staff shot, and all three women jerked. Three sets of eyes swiveled to follow the staff as it began slicing the ship. Pat strained against her bindings for a moment, before Amelia looked back, shaking her head sharply. The ship had been greatly damaged anyway. Doing something now would only serve to antagonize their kidnappers. Still, the women watched and had some trouble not openly weeping at the sight of their beautiful ship being used for scrap.

Things got worse, and Amelia soon found herself holding perfectly still while they wrapped her tightly in chains. It made her smash her body tightly, the pressure of the chains seeming to squeeze her like toothpaste. Her breasts swelled, the cleavage noticeable thanks to the skintight outfit. The chains were hot too, and Amelia knew it was likely only the suit that saved her from burns.

Kelli wanted to ask w hat a Holsta was, but nothing came to mind. The translator had just given her the native word, which was about as unhelpful as it could possibly get. To make matters worse, the creatures were gathering them up, first tossing Amelia over the leader's shoulders like she was a sack of potatoes. The captain signaled for the other two to be docile, though Pat grunted and looked like she was about ready to attack. There were nods though.

Soon, the women would be marching off to the hive, diligently following and thinking that this could only get so much worse.

 

[Zacki]

Being the most attentive of all, the Alpha found himself a bit distracted watching the various looks and reactions of the crew, though he didn’t pick up much on the silent communication. He watched Amelia’s reactions to the chain, before picking her up, carrying her form off. The Slaai, the researchers, would be better equipped for the situation than the Alpha currently was. The inside of the hive was definitely hexagonal in shape, with graspable ridges such that any of the walls or the ceiling would serve as the floor, if needed, and the temperature was definitely sweltering down here, though not as much as on the surface. The various branches were more chaotic, forming in all different directions, and various other Slyth poked their heads in, a couple brave ones asking, “Is there an army outside?”

The Alpha replied swiftly in their tongue, “Not living, I don’t think, but be prepared for war. Be prepared for war. Gather the young into the lower chambers, and ready any weapons near the entrances of the hives, just in case.” With that, he continued onwards, leading Amelia down the tunnels, stopping after they had travelled to what seemed to be a solid barrier – a door of sorts, which the Alpha pressed his hand against and emitted a high pitched sound. The door opened a few moments later, and a smaller Slyph appeared out of the other end, wearing a sort of long coat made of some unidentifiable material, with several pockets, with all sorts of manner of tools sitting in them. “Ah, Beta.” The Alpha said, with a smile, pronouncing the word ‘Beta’ in English and with practiced ease. “We found living…HEU-MANGZU.” He stated, looking at his brother, whom seemed to dance in place excitedly.

“Excellent! Excellent, brother.” Beta stated in their native tongue, adding a moment later, as Kelli and Pat seemed to follow up. “…Only one at a time. Would help avoiding any strength in numbers.” He said, still dancing in place.

Alpha then grunted in response, which was roughly, “Fine.” Then, turning towards Surrok, Alpha then ordered, “Take these two to the confinement chambers while we attempt to converse with this one.” With that, the Alpha watched as Surrok and the other warriors surrounded the pair, attempting to lead them down another tunnel, watching and ready to intervene if they decided to fight, but otherwise turned his attention back towards Beta and Amelia once the others were gone. As Alpha entered the room, the door closed behind him, separating Amelia from her comrades. It was then that the Alpha put Amelia down, walking over to put her onto what seemed to be a stone slab.

However, the stone quickly showed its advancement, when, at Beta’s command with a small handheld device, opened up around Amelia’s ankles to wrap her ankles comfortably in stone, spreading them apart towards the ends of the table, and then her chained up arms would sink, being secured by the stone, which would re-harden and hold her fast. Once she was secure, Beta took out a set of stickpad like objects hooked to wires, and proceeded to tap them against Amelia’s body, starting with her breasts, before shaking its head, moving the pads to her head, where it attached them to her forehead and then nape of her neck, nodding as one of the machines gave a favorable response. Soon after a device, which quickly was attached to the wall and looked somewhat like an audio recorder was moved over her. “A, B, C, D, E, F, G…” It began, playing the english alphabet to Amelia twice in total, before beeping occurred and Beta smiled, picking up a device and turning knobs. Soon enough, it pulled out a band of metal, which glowed with tiny lines, and Beta wasted little time moving it around Amelia’s neck, where it strapped itself and refitted to match her neck comfortably.

Alpha watched this in silence, as Beta began to jump up and down. “Hello? Hello? Testing… can you understand what I am saying?” The creature spoke, and to Amelia’s ears, it would sound pretty much like English, the new collar substituting words in for the sounds that were being made.

**********

Meanwhile, Kelli and Patricia were escorted down into a large room, with spherical cages which were obviously meant to hold bigger specimens than the girls – in the far cage, a multi-tentacled beast suddenly seemed to react and bang it’s tentacles against the bars of the cage as the group entered, but was paid no mind as the men motioned for them to enter one of the empty cages. Once they had entered, the cage would be shut and locked behind them with a twisting lock, which would keep them imprisoned for the moment.

 

[darkest_fate]

The women followed, their trained eyes taking in details. As they passed by the edges of their crash sight, they saw more of the same: dead bodies, wrecked metal, and various reptilian aliens rummaging around. It took all their training not to begin weeping, especially poor Kelli, who could understand all too well the questions, especially one: "Do you think they'd be any good to eat?"

They entered the hive then, and the two older women tensed. Kelli was too busy dealing with her complex emotions, swallowing and listening intently. Amelia and Pat could hear the various noises and chirps, Kelli could understand them. She was really beginning to wish they'd had more of these, or that hers had been destroyed in the crash. Hearing was... worse.

"They're preparing for war," she muttered, trying to speak loud enough for the other two to hear. "That one's the beta, and apparently smart," she continued. She swallowed, trying to look more at ease than she was. That same question kept playing on repeat in her mind.

"They're taking us--"

"One at a time, yeah, we get that," said Pat. She tried to smile, as though that made sense. The Ensign and the Lieutenant followed their guides, while the Captain followed hers. Amelia kept her brave, stoic face, remembering the very extensive training they'd given her. None of it involved entering an alien hive and dealing with lizard people, but they had anticipated capture, and had made certain every member of the crew was braced for that possibility.

Amelia remained by the slab, watching the alien carefully. She gasped as it moved, and she found herself bound against it. Every inch of her demanded that she struggle or fight, but Amelia retained her steely control. They hadn't done anything yet, and they didn't seem to be hurting her. Kelli hadn't shared the bit about cooking, and even then, Amelia didn't see any point in panicking, not yet. She did hiss in her breath as wires started playing about her body, and she couldn't help the worried look in her eyes as they attached wires to her head. She sincerely hoped that her head wasn't about to explode, though she supposed that would be better than torture. To her surprise, she heard words, and then beeping. As Amelia tried to respond, she found the collar circling about her throat, transforming her words into a gurgle. She cleared her throat at the words, and nodded. "Yes, I understand," she said, keeping her tone level, though she still felt the intense fear.

**********

The other two entered the containment, obeying their commander's orders. As Kelli and Pat stumbled in, though, their demeanor changed.

"Look for a way out," said Pat, already moving. "They may have the captain, but we're not done yet."

"Yeah, they've only got laser shooting staffs and giant tentacle pets," said Kelli, waving toward the monster. "We're totally still okay though. I can call my folks and tell them I'll be home for Christmas."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," replied Pat, her voice airy. "Maybe New Years."

They were chuckling nervously, just as the creature made a foul noise, making both jump and look to him.... her... it.

 

[Zacki]

The Alpha paid keen attention as the women began to talk amongst themselves. It sounded much like the recordings had indicated, and that gave him confidence that they were definitely the same or very similar to the recorded people. Watching in silence as the Beta set up the devices, and even as Amelia found herself collared, Alpha nodded in satisfaction when he heard her speak in his tongue. Beta, on the other hand, began to dance, or rather, hop up and down while spinning in a circle.

“It worked! It worked, it worked, it worked! See that, brother, it worked, just as I said it would if we ever met these humans!” Beta cried excitedly, and Alpha suppressed an inward groan at his younger brother’s actions. Beta had always been the scientist of the family, and given their Birther had taken great interest in humanity, especially the recordings, it was only natural for excitement.

Still, it was ridiculous to lose oneself to such emotions. “Calm yourself, Brother. HU-MANG, I know your people use names as well as we do. My name is Alpha, and I am one of the leaders of this city. What are you called?” He began, his eyes staring at Amelia’s as he questioned her, knowing full well that she wasn’t going to be fighting him for the moment, at least not while she was bound. “How many of your species have come here? What manner of war have you come to wage?” He asked, listening to her answers calmly, thinking about why she might be here. War was the most likely cause, what with the recordings he had seen.

Meanwhile, Beta, having calmed itself and sulked a bit, moved towards more practical devices – namely, taking a scrap of her space-suit, ripping only a small, finger sized piece off where the suit was already torn, and moved it over to another machine. “What an interesting thing this artificial skin is. Yes, if I understand right, this is a ‘woman’, one of two types of humans, which you can tell by the odd lumps on her chest.” He observed, moving to touch Amelia’s skin, comparing it with the spacesuit gingerly. “Hmmm, soft and supple.” He commented, taking notes to himself, scratching them into the side of a soft stone tablet. Then, looking at her, he then said, “Tell me, ‘Woman’, what separates you from ones called ‘Men’? Your recordings were… vague on the matter, though I note they always kept certain parts of your body covered, right where these lumps are, and right below the abdomen here.” He said, pointing out Amelia’s breasts and lower body, looking at her curiously. This action got Alpha’s attention, and Alpha watched Amelia, expecting an answer.

**********

Surrok watched the pair inside of the cage began to talk, speaking in their foreign language. The Slyth had no way of knowing what was being said, and only stopped paying attention as the giant Ceri-Holsta began to make noises, it’s smaller tentacles just capable of slipping through the cracks, though not very far. “Damn that Ceri-Holsta. Why we keep something so big around is beyond me.” Surrok complained, before turning as one of the guards came, looking displeased. “What is the matter? Did the Researchers not care for the dead specimens?” Surrok asked, bemused.

“They taste… pretty disgusting, these things. I took a bite from one, and it’s just not very pleasant.” The Slyth complained, and then added, “Do you think we could make something like their metal Kerva to go up to the sky with?”

“If that was a Kerva, it is one that ate too much by the way it fell.” Surrok replied, before taking a look at the pair of prisoners. “Also, they couldn’t control a metal Kerva. It would be too happy to plunge into the ground on them.” He added, with a shrug.

 

[darkest_fate]

The one, smaller reptilian was dancing, and Amelia guessed him to be the scientist. She tried a nervous smile, keeping her lips closed so as not to show her teeth. The creatures were still harmless, for now, but that didn't mean that she wasn't pinned to a wall with a collar around her neck. She swallowed, as if to remind herself of that very thing.

The leader addressed her, and Amelia tried to raise herself up as much as possible, to look like someone of her rank. She even moved her head back and looked the creature in the eye, even knowing that could be a slight of some kind. "I'm Captain Amelia LaRue of the Earth planetary exploration committee. Our ship was the only Earth vessel anywhere near here, and it looks like myself and my two crew members are all that survived. We do not wish war with your people; in fact, we had trade goods and gifts aboard our vessel. If you can aid us in contacting our people, we can reward you with resources and technology.

Her eyes flicked to the Beta, who'd started sulking. He pulled a bit of her suit off while she spoke, and seemed quite curious about it. It occurred to Amelia that she didn't see any sign of clothing upon them, which seemed rather strange. You'd think they would at least have armor of some sort.

"Woman is the female of the species," she said, her voice retaining its calm. The creature didn't realize its faux pax in pointing out her breasts and sex. "We bear the young and function in the female role for our society; well, actually, my unit are explorers, but women as a whole can fulfill reproductive roles and such," she swallowed, suddenly feeling thristy again. "Those lumps are mammaries, which bear milk when we carry the young," she explained. Her eyes went to the Alpha then, and she wondered. Did they not have females here? They didn't seem to have sexual organs...

Though really, she supposed she should be more concerned about how she wasn't being let down, despite not showing a threat...

**********

"Shh, they're talking," hissed Kelli. She kept looking to Pat as the reptilians spoke. She understood the words, but she couldn't really understand what they were saying. They didn't like whatever the creature was, which Kelli agreed with. Even better, they didn't seem to like the taste of humans. Kelli was tempted to mention that to Pat, but figured it was best if her fellow crew members remained in the dark regarding the whole eating them issue.

"They don't have space flight," she murmured, trying not to sound too disappointed.

Pat shrugged, "They're still monitoring this area. They'll find out we're missing and send a crew to check it out. No way they miss three humans, especially with the tracking sensors we have," she sighed, flicking the bars with a finger, "these things aren't budging. Got any brilliant ideas, genius?"

Kelli frowned, staring at the floor. She didn't want to admit that no, she didn't have any brilliant ideas, but it was the sad, sad truth of the matter.

 

[Zacki]

The Alpha blinked as Amelia stated her name, suddenly puffing and moving to stand a bit more upright as he stared back at her. “’KAP-TAN’. That is the title of the strongest person aboard a warship, a leader.” He stated, taking in the information. She stated that they had not come to wage war, and as he thought about it, it did not matter – if she wasn’t expecting someone to save her, then she and the other survivors were practically helpless against the Slyth. His careful thoughts were interrupted by Beta, whom seemed to be more concentrated on the bodily side of things. As she mentioned female, both Alpha and Beta glanced at each other. “Explain what a ‘female’ is. And what is ‘Milk’?” Alpha ordered, mostly to Beta, though he wouldn’t have minded if Amelia had given an answer.

“Well, brother, when humans talk about the various lifeforms on their planet, they always talk about a male and a female, which are variants of their species. The two copulate, and they produce offspring.” Beta replied, scratching his head idly. “’Milk’ is a type of food. It’s supposed to be healthy for young, but I don’t know anything more than that.” Beta then began to scratch more observations into the tablet, before he then stated, “Essentially, the ‘females’ serve a similar role as Holstas.”

The Alpha then glanced at Beta, with a frown. “So… this ‘female’ is the same as a Holsta?” He asked, and Beta smiled, before suddenly realizing something.

“Oh no. Unlike Holsta, females don’t kill their males to produce more females. You could say they have the good part of the Holsta but not the bad part.” Beta chimed in, and Alpha’s eyes widened slightly, looking back at Amelia.

“So… this ‘female’ could bear offspring, but wouldn’t have the same risk of death a Holsta would?” Alpha asked, his eyes narrowing as it stared at Amelia. “Would it bear… Slyth offspring as well?” He asked Beta, his eyes watching Amelia’s face, before trailing down to her body, and his clawed hand came forward, grabbing onto her left breast, feeling the texture in his hand, careful not to crush down on her with his fingers – they seemed a weak and frail species.

“Only one way to find out, right, Brother? After all, breed with a Holsta once and live, it’s luck. Breed twice and you’re skilled, breed three times and you’re unnatural. If these things can support our children, and don’t kill us, we would be free of the risk of death for multiple offspring.” Beta suggested, before stating, “At any rate, we should see just what we’re looking at before we get too excited. May I?” Alpha gave Beta a look at that statement – really, the slyth was overjoyed at the prospect of experimenting on this human.

“But of course. Just make sure not to tear too much of the artificial skin away – they apparently need it for reasons.” Alpha replied, and Beta moved, in, moving one claw to the hem of the suit at her neck, slicing down slowly and carefully towards her breasts, where Beta took his other hand and used his claws to slice around Amelia’s breasts, leaving the spacesuit intact on both sides of her. He then moved to cut the fabric methodically down in a slight arc shape, so that the V cut of her spacesuit would end roughly at the center point where back and front met between her legs, letting the piece of fabric fall down, exposing Amelia’s breasts, taut stomach, and sex to the air. Beta then moved to pull the two pieces of spacesuit above her breasts back together, using a metallic clasp to lock them back together.

**********

Surrok and the other Slyth stared at each other, each thinking of something to say, when another Slyth came down holding onto a gold ring. “Look at this metal. I’ve not seen it before.” The Slyth stated, and both Surrok and the other Slyth took interest in it.

“Interesting. You’ll have to hand it over to the researchers, though.” Surrok warned, and the other Slyth seemed to pout. “It could be a hidden weapon, or maybe just something valuable.” He added, as an afterthought, and he then glanced at the Staff. It was Alpha’s, but it would be able to handle well. Surrok pressed a couple buttons on it, and the staff began to speak, in English, an old recording, “…These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. It’s five year mission: To explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life-“ Startled, Surrok shut the staff off, staring at it.

“What was that?” The other Slyth asked, raising an eyebrow, and Surrok grunted.

“It’s the recordings. Some of the more educated believe that studying the enemy is the only way to learn to overcome them – that’s how they knew these people were dangerous and what kinds of weapons they wield.” Surrok replied, glancing at the staff. “I just didn’t expect Alpha to be using recordings of these humans over Recordings of the various military training academy.” He added, trying to remove interest in the thing he wasn’t supposed to be tampering with…

 

[darkest_fate]

Amelia nodded at the Alpha's deduction regarding her role. That was accurate, more or less. She was certainly the one in charge of the whopping three person crew she had left. Just thinking about that crash landing made her want to cry, and again, she was grateful that she had plenty of training to help her. At least the conversation moved along, if to something that was at the very least incredibly awkward to discuss.

Amelia opened her mouth to explain, only to have the Beta do so instead. She watched him curiously as he offered a remarkably accurate explanation of the whole intermingling. Clearly they'd received information about the human population from somewhere, which would have been nice to have been informed about. Amelia didn't recognize the word "Holsta" however, and their repeating it didn't do much to clarify. As near as she could tell, it was the female of their species, and apparently had the same traits that the praying mantis did back home, which would explain why they were so interested in human mating capabilities.

Then the Alpha squeezed Amelia's breast, and she hissed, stiffening. It didn't take much to realize precisely where they were going at this point. "Wait, you can't--" she began, pausing as the Beta came forward. Now she struggled against her bindings, though of course she did little to nothing against the stone. "You can't just mate with us!" she protested again. She tried to pull away, her muscles protesting against the effort. "Wait, what are you--"

She stopped as he began shredding the spacesuit. It proved slightly resistant to the claw, but the tight fabric had already been damaged in the crash, and had never really been designed to resist direct contact. Amelia breathed deeply and slowly as her pale, slightly freckled body was bared to the aliens. Her large breasts bounded free of the confining fabric, two impressive orbs of some heft. She felt cold air touching most of her frontal region, all the way down to her neatly trimmed sex. Like most of the space travelers, Amelia had to trim her pubic hair. In her case, that meant a narrow strip of carefully trimmed dark auburn just above her tight nether lips.

"I repeat," she began, irritation leaking into her voice despite her efforts, "I'm a representative of the Earth government. Things could go badly if you don't treat us with respect. Please, we're only here to explore and establish a relationship between our species..."

**********

"Looks like the creepy aliens found a wedding ring now," drawled Pat, looking over and watching. Kelli looked up from her concentration, paying more careful attention to what was said.

"They think it's a weapon," explained Kelli. Both the woman nearly laughed at that. Moments later, they were jumping in surprise as a recording of an old Earth program began speaking from the staff itself. The two women exchanged looks, unable to hide their shock and surprise for a few moments. That explained things to some degree, though Earth certainly did not have the technology displayed in that program. They were close though.

"Well, since they're going to be nerds, I'm going to work on that lock," said Pat, pointing at it. She moved forward and began poking and prodding the lock, again figuring that doing something, anything, even this rather pointless task, was better than sitting there doing nothing and wondering what was happening to the captain.

 

[Zacki]

The Alpha watched as Amelia struggled futilely, listening to her threat. "Beta." He began, staring seriously at Amelia, "Confirm for me just one thing. What is 'REESSPECTI'?" With that, the Slyth crossed his arms, his muscles beginning to bulge slightly as the Alpha waited for it's response impatiently, obviously preparing it's reply.

Beta didn't even glance at Alpha - so enamored he was with the sight of the soft flesh, and of the strange material that hung on her abdomen, that his fingers moved to stroke the hairs right above her well trimmed sex. "Interesting… what are these? Huh? Oh, right. 'Respect' is a term humans used to say that one should defer to another. To show 'Respect' is to take an action in deference to another." He replied, rubbing the hairs with his fingers, before his hand touched Amelia's abdomen, his fingers rather warm to the touch, oily and rough like a snake's skin would feel like.

That was enough for Alpha. "In other words, defer to you and your people or face your people's wrath." He replied, with a cool hiss. "Tell me, 'KAP-TAN', why should we accept you and your species? You come to our home, you smash into the top of our city, and this is after you sent an unmanned device to come explore our world. A device we destroyed." He added, and then, he moved closer, his slitted pupils staring into Amelia's eyes. "And yet, you come here, to our home, and then demand that we defer to you? I have watched many recordings of your kind. I have seen the reports that you destroyed much of your own home, your own Slythxx, 'ERTYTH'. I have seen how you glorify blood and death, and I have seen how you treat things that are of use to you."

With those words, the Alpha turned, moving to pick up a device, a wand of sorts which he began to expertly manipulate, causing a second device, this one a screen, to manipulate itself to climb the wall to move the display where Amelia could see it. Then, clips of recordings began to play, documentaries of the World Wars, speeches of Presidents, and then, various spaceships, such as the Enterprise and Star Wars ships shooting and blowing each other up. "This is my home. We are the Slyth, and we rule this place. You may claim that makes us no different from you, and you would be correct. But we are the ones you will defer to. If you can serve a great purpose for us, such as mating with us without us being eaten as a result, then we will use you for that purpose." He finished his long winded speech, moving to shut off the recordings in silence.

Meanwhile, Beta had continued studying Amelia's body tracing his hands upwards to her breasts, which he examined with an eye. Seeing her nipples, Beta poked them with a claw, softly, before beginning to poke them a bit more roughly, then deciding to speculate. "This is where the milk comes from, correct?" He asked, half expecting Amelia to answer, although he didn't wait for it. His eyes meanwhile trailed downwards, to the slit between her legs, his claws tracing over it before they moved to peel the slit open, Beta eyeing the slit and studying it carefully. "Interesting… this area gives off the most pleasant pheromones. It's almost like it's asking me to mate here."

Beta then glanced at Alpha, waiting for the man to finish his speech, before crouching down in front of Amelia, his face moving to her crotch. "Now then, let's see if I'm correct." He commented to himself, pushing his face closer to her as his fingers spread her slit open. Then, his mouth opened slightly, and his tongue slid out of his mouth, which was much longer than a human tongue, one might realize, and it slid straight into Amelia's pussy. Beta brought his mouth forward, and the tongue dove inwards five inches, being a bit thinner than a human tongue, wriggling around as Beta tasted and defined the chamber for his mind, tasting her.

**********

The lock, from the inside of the cage would look like a solid piece of metal - from the outside, it was a set of rings, which would resist being turned at all, and was far enough away from the holes of the cage to make it unpleasant to try and reach out of the cage.

Meanwhile, one of the Slyth looked at Surrok, "So, that's Alpha's oscillation staff, eh? He use it on any of those things…" The Slyth asked, turning to look at Pat and Kelli, and Surrok turned to look at them as well, both eyes staring at the pair. "They're… looking at us." It commented, glancing at Surrok, then back at the pair.

Surrok glanced at the pair, before glancing at the staff, then back to the pair. "They have little else to do in the cage." It replied, before adding, "I'm going to find out what Alpha and Beta are up to with the other one. Alpha will want his staff back, and maybe they've gotten the neuro-synth monitors to work enough for conversation. At least we could ask them questions then." With that, Surrok turned and moved to leave, walking on both legs seemingly proud to be marching with the staff.

 

[darkest_fate]

Amelia struggled for a few more moments, straining against the bindings that held her. The muscles pulled tight, and her suit stretched for a moment, the clasp across her chest threatening to explode outward. She stopped as the alpha asked his question. Blinking, she looked to him, her mouth starting to open in answer. Surely the beta wouldn't know this information. Yet the scientist did answer, and gave one that Amelia found herself more or less agreeing with. She was even half tempted to nod.

Then came the alpha's speech. Amelia's mouth dropped open. There had been some threat to her speech, but she certainly hadn't met it as such. She had two subordinates, and none of them were armed. To threaten these people under those circumstances was tantamount to suicide, which the captain didn't fancy any time soon. "What? No, that's not--" she began. Yet the alpha kept talking. Knowing discretion to be the better part of valor, the captain lapsed into silence. her eyes followed the various images and footage being shown, and she had to admit that much of it was quite damning. Humanity had a lot going against it.

"That's not what I meant--" she tried again, moving against her bindings, "all I meant is that we represent a diploma--aaah, what are you?" she looked down at the beta who'd started moving. His claws were prodding at her breasts, teasing the flesh and making it jiggle. A claw went out to a nipple, and Amelia shuddered as he played with it. She didn't consider herself to be an overly sexual being, but she was an attractive woman in her early thirties. Not only that, but she'd been in a tight spacesuit with a nearly all female crew for several weeks. Action had been sparse, to say the least.

"Yes, that's--wait, that's!" she exclaimed, trying to squeeze her legs together. His claws had started prying against her nether lips, parting them and revealing the pink insides. The beta moved, and Amelia soon felt a flexible muscle pressing against her. She hissed in a breath, her body arching against the bindings, going tight. She felt the tongue puncturing her tight crevice, exploring her cavern like an overly curious explorer.

"Stop!" she tried, looking over to the alpha. Her sharp green eyes held a mixture of outrage, indignation, and a slight hint of arousal. "I'm a military officer of a foreign power! You can't just--aaah, you can't just rape me," she tried. She was already squirming against the bindings, moving even more as the beta no doubt continued his work.

**********

Despite the strange nature of the lock, Pat still tried to open it. She'd seen her share of strange locks, and she thought she'd seen something similar enough to this. It was worth trying, as they really didn't have much else to do. However, Kelli coughed, and the blonde turned to look. The little Asian was pointing, and Pat turned to see the various soldiers staring at her. With a sigh, she drew out, smiling and wiggling a few fingers at them before nearly flouncing back to where Kelli was waiting patiently.

"They're talking about the staff, and they definitely noticed us," said Kelli, nodding toward the men.

Pat shrugged, "It's not like I was getting anywhere. We'll have to sit tight and wait," she stretched, before sitting down and leaning back against the wall of their cell. Her eyes drifted over to the tentacle monster, and she considered it for a while. the thing definitely looked alien, that was for sure. "Why did you say they keep that thing?'

"Hmm?" asked Kelli, jerked from her contemplations. She looked to the tentacled beast and shrugged. "I'm not sure. Something about it being an experiment or something. I think we're in a lab more than anything."

"Great, always wanted to experiment," teased Pat, winking at her petite inmate. Both chuckled for a bit, leaning against the wall and waiting for something to happen. Not like they had anything else to do.

 

[Zacki]

If nothing else, Amelia’s reactions only served to heighten the Beta’s interest in her body, noting the sensitivity with some curiosity. It seemed that the females were sensitive beings around these organs, which would be true for reproductive organs. As she seemed to writhe and wiggle against Beta’s probing, Alpha watched her stare at him with fire in her eyes – the kind of fire a warrior would have. “You are a military officer of a foreign power. In other words, a leader of a force for war. Hardly something that could be called peaceful.” The Alpha returned, showing knowledge of the words. “We can do whatever is necessary to obtain our objectives. You are our prisoners, and as our prisoners, we have the right to gather our own information on you.”

Meanwhile, Beta continued it’s work, repeating the motion that seemed to force Amelia to call out in arousal. As Amelia’s slit produced signs of arousal, it caused Beta to get more excited, his tongue writhing around all the more in an attempt to increase her arousal, like a vicious cycle that would only end with one of them stopping. Alpha’s attention was on the pair, but it quickly changed when a sound came from the door, and Surrok’s voice came through. “I am here.” He said. Alpha motioned with the remote, and the door opened, letting the younger, less experienced warrior into the room. Surrok stared, it’s mouth hanging open in surprise at the sight of Beta doing something to the human, before it turned to Alpha. “Your staff, General.” The warrior’s voice spoke, as he returned the weapon to his superior.

“Thank you. I trust the other two are not problematic?” Alpha asked, accepting the staff with a nod. Looking over it, the Alpha then decided an explanation was necessary. “It seems Beta believes these creatures could bear our children, like the Holsta, but without the negative connotations of such a breeding.” He explained, and Surrok’s eyes widening, first in surprise, then in excitement, could be seen.

“If that is true, General, then these beings are quite valuable, despite how bad their flesh tastes.” Surrok replied, and Alpha raised an eyebrow questioningly. “One of the others tried a bit of one of the dead ones, and didn’t like it.” Surrok added, before adding, “Shall we mobilize a team to search the broken body of the beast they rode here in case there are more?”

Alpha glanced at Surrok, before waving his hand. “No, given the harsh conditions, I don’t believe there are any survivors. If there are, they will come to the hive to beg for food and water in this death-land.” He replied, before turning back towards Amelia and Beta, still locked in their situation, one by interest, one by force. He then looked back at Surrok. “On the other hand, I’d like to have you bring one of the other two here to replace her for Beta’s study. That one will be mine. As for the other… well, amuse yourselves. Here, take these neuro-Synths. They’ve been programmed to map to their leader’s brainwave mapping, and because of that they should quickly pick up mapping of the other two.” He ordered, moving to take two collars and a small control out of the wall, and Surrok bowed his head respectfully, dropping to all fours for a moment, before turning and springing out of the room, quickly.

**********

Pat and Kelli got their wish soon enough, as Surrok came down the pipe, moving quickly with the two neuro-collars in his hand, and followed by half a dozen more Slyth, two of which were armed with staffs. “Men, open the cages, and let’s put these Neuro-synths around their necks. They should be able to speak with them on.” With that, the men moved to open the cage, fully expecting resistance, and moving to grab hold of their arms while they applied the collars, which would refit to their necks snugly.

Once they were on, Surrok then stated, “Now then, this one-“ He stated, pointing at Kelli, “Goes to Beta. The other-“ He stated, pointing to Pat, “Is for us to interact with.” With that, Surrok nodded it’s head as they moved to march Kelli away from Pat, mostly assured that the two wouldn’t fight very hard back.

 

[darkest_fate]

"No! That's not, that's not what, ugggh, will you stop that?" said Amelia, looking down at the beta. Sweat was already starting to bead across the woman's flesh, a sure sign that her arousal was mounting and mounting quickly. These creatures had quite skilled tongues, and Amelia had always appreciated receiving oral, when she could convince her boyfriends to do it. This made all of them look pathetic, with the long, dextrous tongue working over Amelia's sex with some talent. She knew it was likely the creature's curiosity, along with how it paid attention to her reactions and followed.

"We're--diplomatic," she tried, forcing the words. Her chest was heaving and she could feel tension mounting between her legs. it had been far, far too long and he was far, far too good. "An exploraaah," she arched and thrashed against the bindings. It was hard to speak when you had a tongue exploring every inch of your tight pussy. Another creature arrived, and Amelia knew her words wouldn't be heard even if she somehow managed to get them across. She whimpered, looking over at the creatures, desperately wanting to know Kelli's and Pat's fates.

Amelia cried out as a sharp wave of arousal shook her. She felt her sex growing increasingly damper, hotter, and knew that if this kept up, she wouldn't last long before cumming before these creatures, which would be truly humiliating.

"Please!" she nearly begged through clenched teeth. She looked at the leader, her auburn strands of hair covering her beautiful face. "We're not--we're, uggh," she trembled, pulling against the confines. It just felt too good, and her body was certainly loving it. Nipples had grown tight and a flush showed quite strongly along the woman's very pale skin. Quick breathing, near panting, wet nether lips, Amelia felt that tension knotting tighter and tighter within, and had to grit her teeth to try and force it back.

**********

"Oh great, collars," mumbled Kelli, seeing the creature coming back.

"Well, at least we'll make cute pets," said Pat with forced cheerfulness. "Beats the hell out of being lunchmeat."

"We taste lousy, remember?" muttered Kelli. She stared at the creatures as they approached, tensing. "Those are some kind of sensor they've invented, they seem to think--oh shit," the last came as the creatures grabbed Kelli. They grabbed both astronauts, though Pat fought fiercely against them. The blonde proved to be quite feisty, and that encouraged Kelli, who figured it was better to try and stick together in this.

The collar closed around the Asian's neck, and she felt the circuitry crawl up her. The girl screamed as a high pitched whining shot into her ear. She thrashed, flailed, felt the intense pain. The two technologies, that of her Earth made translator and the collar, were fighting each other fiercely, and Kelli could feel the pain in the process. Thankfully, it ended within seconds, leaving her with an intense ringing in her ears, but absolutely no desire to fight or resist.

"Kelli?" said Pat. She pulled against her captors. "You sick fucks! I'm going to kill you!" she thrashed even more fiercely, her arms and legs flailing. The limp Kelli was pulled away, her dazed head lolling. Pat screamed a cry worthy of a valkyrie, and she kicked hard at her opponent, aiming for what she thought was a joint. If there ever seemed a good time to fight, this was it.

 

[Zacki]

Beta paid attention as Amelia pleaded, but paid no heed to her pleas for him to stop. The taste of her womanly juices were intoxicating, and Beta found itself reaching out with his arms to grab Amelia’s hips, attempting to hold her somewhat bucking body steady as he continued his work. Unlike the Holsta, her muscles seemed to clench down around his tongue, and he eagerly continued at the sound of her panting and groaning.

On the other hand, as Alpha turned back towards Beta, his eyes were clear. “Beta, enough. You should be able to give me your opinion on whether they can be used based on what you’ve discovered, am I correct?” He ordered, and Beta suddenly stopped, pulling back, his tongue leaving Amelia’s slit, Beta sighing in disappointment and irritation.

“Yes brother. As you will see for yourself if you give her a try, she is definitely superior to the Holsta, and her body produces similar pheromones to attract us.” Beta replied, grouchy. “Her juices taste very delicious as well, as compared to the report on her flesh.” With that, Beta then stared at Alpha, before asking, “I heard your conversation with Surrok. So I’m to have one of the other two?”

Alpha nodded it’s head, slowly. “Yes. You can experiment with one of the other two. If these females can be used to breed with, then I choose the one with the highest station for myself.” He replied, and Beta scowled slightly, for a few long moments. “Do not be so angry. I am certain they are mostly alike in the way you are interested.” He added, and then, seeing no change in Beta’s face, added, “I heard that the thing that they used to get here is broken, but maybe there is a computer to access.”

Beta finally nodded his head in response to Alpha’s offers, knowing that the elder brother had more power than him as well as a higher station. “Very well, Brother. I’ll leave this one to you. Can I at least study both side by side?” He asked, and Alpha nodded in response. Beta smiled then, turning. “Well, then I’ll prepare for the second ones’ arrival.” He added, and began busying himself, moving to another room, presumably to fetch something, leaving Alpha alone with Amelia.

Alpha studied Amelia’s face, studying her flushed skin, her accelerated breath, which he could tell was beginning to settle down, he then stated, bluntly, “Tell me, your reactions to Beta’s probe were obviously exciting, to put you in such a state. Like Slyth, does such an action make you thirsty?” With that, Alpha waited for Amelia’s reply in silence.

**********

Kelli’s reaction to the collar surprised the Slyth as well as Pat, and that opening allowed Pat to pull free, although the cry brought the warrior’s attentions back. As she kicked one of the warrior’s knees, the creature grunted, feeling pain in his leg, but not enough to fell him. The other warriors, the ones armed with staffs turned the blasting end of the staff at Patricia. The pair turned parts of the staffs, adjusting them, and when they fired, it was sparks of electricity. They moved to thrust forward, moving to stab Pat through her suit, giving her the equivalent of a cattle prod against the suit if they hit, assuming that would be enough to subdue the warrior woman whom was resisting well…

 

[darkest_fate]

The tongue kept plundering Amelia's sex. She could feel it seeking out the juices as her body produced them, and the sheer girth of it meant that it pressed against her interior walls as it moved. Despite her mental objections, Amelia's interior walls were clamping down upon it, her body obviously enjoying the attention. In fact, Amelia had to bite back a groan of frustration as the beta pulled away. Her sex looked swollen, the lips almost puffy. Juices clung to them, mixed with saliva to give her a moist look. The woman licked her lips, trying to dim down the aroused feeling that still dominated her senses.

Amelia couldn't comment for some time, despite the urge to do so. All her attention was focused on calming down, even berating herself for getting so worked up. It didn't matter that the tongue had been far too skilled, or that she'd been abstinent for several weeks. Amelia should have resisted it better, as she would have any other torture.

She was just gathering herself as the beta left, left to prepare for a second arrival. Amelia nearly winced at the thought of either Kelli or Pat being placed next to her, but part of her was actually looking forward to the company. Another human face would be reassuring. Plus, she was certain she could hold her composure better when she had someone to "perform" for.

The alpha moved in front of her, and despite her state, Amelia still managed to meet his eyes. Her body was still flushed and sweaty, but she knew she could manage to speak now. "Yes," she said. "I'm thirsty. Likely we're all thirsty; the area we landed in was dusty."

She swallowed, noting again how dry her throat was. It was likely that she was near dehydration. Which meant that the whole nearly cumming and getting wet and aroused had been detrimental in whole other ways.

**********

Pat grunted as she heard the grunt. At least she knew she could hurt them. Sparks fired at her, but the trained fighter managed to dodge most of them. However, that same dehydration that Amelia had been worrying about affected the rest of her crew as well. Pat's body wasn't willing to move as quick as she wanted, and she was facing trained warriors with unpredictable reflexes.

She felt the shock against her back. a woosh of air left her lungs, and she nearly shot forward, as if pushed by the hit. She couldn't stand, and instead sank to her knees. She tried to fight and gather herself up enough to resist.

"Stop," croaked Kelli. Her ears still rung, but she looked over to her friend. The white of her eyes were streaked somewhat with blood, which only made the brown stand out all the further. "It as the tech messing up. They didn't mean to do it. You're just pissing them off."

Pat grunted. That was the plan, after all.

 

[Zacki]

The Alpha watched as Amelia met his eyes, her body flushed, and he could see the glistening signs of moisture on her body. As she replied, the Alpha noted in it his mind silently that they needed water to survive. “I see – well, our bodies are built to preserve the precious resource water is, as its rarer here than where you came from. I know Beta stashes some away…” He commented, checking the drawers of the room, before pulling out a gourd of sorts, which was tightly corked. He carried it over to Amelia, uncorking it carefully. He moved, considering whether to offer it, when it occurred to him properly.

“You are thirsty, and this will satisfy you – but you should understand that I will compensate myself on your body later.” Alpha stated, before offering Amelia the water, bringing the opening of the bottle to her lips so she could begin to drink the cool, mostly clean water. Alpha was careful to not have any spill from the bottle to the ground, watching Amelia carefully to ensure she wasn’t going to gag on the water as he gave it to her. Once he thought she had drank enough water, he pulled the gourd away from her lips, righting it upright and moving to drink from it himself only drinking a couple swallows, before putting the cork back in place. “That was sufficient, I assume?” He asked, his hand moving to rub against her moist pussy lips, his eyes flicking between them and Amelia’s eyes.

**********

Once they hit Pat once and she fell to her knees, the Slyth wasted no time in moving to subdue and restrain her expertly, by essentially pile-diving onto her body to hold her down, using their weight to pin her down while their staffs jabbed at her back, using electricity to weaken her and to keep her in pain until they were relatively certain she was subdued, being willing to fight her in the interim. The only thing they were certain to do was keep her down to prevent her from fighting more, at least at the moment.

Surrok watched this fight, on edge, but having been closer to Kelli, hadn’t jumped in with the enthusiasm of his peers, but rather, focused more on the woman in front of him. “So some device you had messed with the Neurosynth? How unusual. Well, Beta will know more about that than I care to – take her to him.” He ordered, and a pair of Synths moved to walk or carry Kelli out of the room, while Surrok turned back towards Patricia, appraising her with his eyes. “A feisty Holsta, indeed.” He commented, watching her, glancing at the small device in his hand, which was giving a progress, the progress of the neurosynth that was around Pat’s neck.

**********
Alpha’s petting continued for a couple minutes before Kelli would be carried into the chamber, where the men held her and waited for their leader to address them. “Beta is getting a second restraining lock, hold her still until he returns.” He ordered, slipping a finger into Amelia’s sex, feeling her reaction to his finger, his claw retracting as he moved, being careful not to damage her for the moment, as he felt she would begin to struggle violently if she thought she was in danger.

 

[darkest_fate]

Amelia watched carefully. Apparently they had water here, which she supposed made sense. According to their scientists, you needed water to survive. She swallowed, feeling her dry throat again. It also wasn't that surprising to learn that their bodies stored it up for long term usage.

"We humans require a good deal of it to stay alive," she said, her tone flat, "quite a bit more if you intend on using us for breeding at all. That's strenuous work, and we'll need to be hydrated and healthy to support your young."

Amelia was hoping that filling him in on the details would make his idea seem less likely, or, at the very least, more work than it was worth. She licked her lips, watching as he pulled out a gourd and brought it over. She drank lustily enough, trying her hardest not to gag or to guzzle. He'd issued an order before she'd drank, and she'd nodded to it, knowing that her words should have some effect there as well. His hand returned between Amelia's legs after she drank, and she stiffened. There had been enough time and distractions to take her mind away from her arousal, but the fingers brought it roaring back. Amelia fought the urge to hiss and fight; she knew her situation, and knew she'd have to wait.

**********

Pain shot through Pat as the electricity hit her hard. The soldiers followed suit with their own bodies, dog-piling her and driving her to the ground. She still fought, till Kelli's words made her stop. That meant fighting against the pain of the electricity and against the much stronger soldiers. They managed to pin her down after some time though, and Pat realized she wouldn't be able to fight much even if she wanted to.

They both heard what the soldiers said, and they exchanged a look, Pat's severe while Kelli looked frightened. They hadn't counted on the collars synching up, but they were apparently doing so, letting the women communicate with their captors. Kelli's collar actually worked much, much faster than Pat's or Amelia's had, utilizing not only the data from the captain, but from the translator still in Kelli's ear.

"Yeah, feisty," hissed Pat as they carried Kelli away. "I'm the playful sort. Give me a toy and I'll show you just how feisty I can get."

**********

Amelia fought against the petting, clenching her jaw and withdrawing as best she could. Her guard slipped as she saw Kelli entering. The Asian looked dazed, almost limp. Amelia didn't have much time to wonder or worry, as the alpha's finger was pushing against her nether lips. The creature was large, and his digit was to match. It pushed aside the relatively tight lips of Amelia's sex, sliding along her walls. She felt her body parting before him, the juices provided by his unwanted touching making the going easy enough. Her body, built to push children through if necessary, parted easily for him, even growing hotter and wetter from his touch.

"They want to use us for mating," said Amelia, looking to her subordinate, her eyes hard.

"What?" managed Kelli, her eyes going wide. She looked around, feeling her vision spinning. They were in a lab of some kind, with various tech. Her captain looked to be pinned to a wall, and... and it looked like... like... Kelli blushed and averted her eyes, not wanting to see her captain's humiliation.

 

[Zacki]

The Alpha took that information in silence for a bit of time, before he replied, “So you’re not more efficient than the Holsta in that regard. Since they prefer the rare aquatic environments, they are a pain to keep around as well. Still, I’ll keep that in mind, in case we need to purify more water or have it brought to this location.” He watched Amelia’s struggles against his petting, and as his finger sank into her, he felt her grow hotter and wetter from his finger’s movements.

As Kelli was brought into the room, the Alpha watched as Amelia wasted no time bluntly informing her subordinate about the Slyth’s intentions. The woman seemed to quickly look around, to ascertain the situation, and then as she saw her captains situation, she averted her eyes. The Alpha shrugged to itself, before deciding to confirm for the sake of the warriors holding the Asian woman. “It seems these visitors are much in the vein of the Holsta, and therefore we will be experimenting on them. To see if we cannot breed without being killed by the Holsta.” He stated, before adding, “Beta is going to study the one you are holding, and I will be taking this one, to see if it’s a possibility.” With that, Alpha said nothing else, continuing to probe and stimulate Amelia with his finger, idly playing while he waited for Beta to return and get to work.

The warriors acknowledged the statements with surprise, but it was quickly and well hidden. Alpha knew that if these women would breed with them properly, that such news would cause… at best a rallying for a way to capture more, and at worse a fight over whose children they might bear next. Still, it was incredulous enough that no one would care until one of these humans actually gave birth to a Slyth child.

Soon enough, Beta returned, and he had another table floating behind him, being carried in via glowing pulsing circles below the table. He moved the device to the center of the room, letting it fall sideways, as his eyes took in Kelli’s form. “Oh, so this is the human I get to experiment with? Well, well, she does look different from the first one… let’s test out the Neuro-Synth’s ratios.” He commented, and he pressed a couple buttons on the table. “Come, bring her to this table.” He ordered, and the warriors walked forward, taking Kelli to the table, where they placed her on it, on her back by Beta’s orders, moving her arms to the upper corners, where the table melded and locked her arms in place. Soon, the warriors would repeat the process for Kelli’s legs, leaving the woman bound and helpless. Even if she fought, the Warriors likely had the upper hand, or so they thought.

Once done, Beta walked straight up to Kelli, before he stated, “I am Beta, Researcher. Tell me about yourself.” He started, his eyes scanning along her spacesuit as he decided his first course of action…

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Surrok grunted as Pat made her comments. “I’m certain you would be.” He replied, glancing at his small remote, typing on it as he looked at the data on the remote. “However, I think we’ll use our toys more effectively.” He replied, motioning for the warriors to keep her pinned as he approached. As he got near her, he moved to bring the remote close to her Neurosynth, pressing a few buttons, and watching as the collar beeped in response. “Let’s see… balance disruption. Not enough data for voice reduction or anything else. Hmmm, I see… well, if she’s such a fighter, perhaps we will need to use some ‘toys’.” Surrok commented, watching the collar take effect. It would, for the most part, limit Pat’s ability to stand by messing with her sense of balance. “You there – bring me a tether. We’re going to be taking this girl over to the pens.”

Soon, a leash of some plastic materials was produced, and Surrok stepped forward, moving to lock one end of the leash to the collar around Pat’s neck, which formed a loop to accept it. “There, you can release her now.” Surrok stated, and the warriors nodded, moving back and off of her, letting her get her bearings, if she still had fight in her…

 

[darkest_fate]

The finger kept prodding Amelia, making it harder and harder for her to resist. She realized that were she not already on edge, not already feeling distress and discomfort, then there was no way she would have been so blunt with a subordinate, especially Kelli. The captain couldn't be sure, but she believed the young Asian woman to still be relatively innocent. Something about having a life dedicated to study, without Pat's nor Amelia's inclination toward open socialization. Nonetheless, hearing the alien creatures confirm it again, in such clinical terms, made Amelia's stomach sink. They fully intended on fucking her and her crew; she knew this now, and had to struggle not to show the despair as that realization fully sank in.

The playing went for a few moments in silence till the beta actually returned. He brought with him another table of sorts, and he seemed to position it. Kelli was led to it, and again, she proved not to resist. His assertions about the two being different certainly weren't wrong. Kelli was petite, her breasts several sizes smaller than the bound captain's. Furthermore, she had distinctly Asian features, if softened slightly by some mixed blood. even her hair had been styled in a drastically different manner, though it was unlikely the aliens were paying much attention to that.

Kelli winced as the table closed about her, trying not to panic, or at least, not show her panic. It wouldn't take much to hold her in place; she wasn't exactly the strong, feisty member of the crew. At least they'd left her with most of her ragged spacesuit, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. It wouldn't be long; she was aware, but that didn't stop her from relaxing slightly.

"I'm Ensign Kelli Wu of the Earth planetary exploration committee, serving under Captain Amelia LaRue," her eyes flicked to said captain, who was currently writhing in bondage while an alien lizard man finger fucked her obviously wet sex. "I'm twenty Earth years old, having been proven to be highly intelligent and thus placed in advanced classes. I was the youngest on the ship by about four or five years."

All true, if not pertinent. Kelli didn't know how much she was supposed to be sharing. Her eyes flicked to the captain again, but Amelia was busy fighting her own battles. Instead, the Ensign looked back to the researcher. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, curiosity mixing with desperation in her voice. "You have no idea if we'll actually bear your young. They could very well end up diseased or drastically different, or the act may prove fatal for us," how she didn't want to think about that. Bad enough to survive a crash only to become some alien's fuck buddy, but to actually die giving birth to an alien offspring? Kelli was just glad that, like most of the crew, she'd been given a shot that should postpone her fertilization for some time.

**********

Pat smiled as the creatures came close. They clearly were holding her in some estimation, which was a nice switch, actually. Most people saw a bouncy, bubbly blonde with large breasts and they never got further than that. Which made beating them senseless almost too enjoyable. These guys though, they had several weapons pointed at her and were treating her as a nuisance, at the least, and quite possibly a viable threat. She just needed to wait for an opportunity. Strange, but she could swear she was even starting to understand them. Might be the thing around her neck.

"A leash? Going to make me your cute little bitch?" asked Pat, watching as they stepped forward. She hadn't stopped moving all the while, though her head swam with the effort. The plastic tether attached to her neck, and they backed away. Almost immediately, she lurched forward, growling. She'd barely moved when she'd fallen, the leash jerking to make her spin and land on her rear. The woman grunted, then giggled at the sight. They'd clearly fucked up her balance so she wouldn't fight.

"Cheaters," she murmured, still giggling and reaching up a hand to brush aside the beautiful hair. She looked over her shoulder at the lizard holding the leash, holding up her hands. "Alright, I give. You win. Take me to your pins or whatever."

 

[Zacki]

The Beta listened intently as Kelli introduced herself, introducing her age and her intelligence, which made the Beta's eyes widen slightly. "I see, I see. So humans sort out the intelligent ones and place them in special learning groups as we do." He replied, nodding his head in understanding, even more interested and pleased at the particular woman he had been given for his research purposes. "Yes, it's like we do - we sort and gravitate our children into the roles they are most suited for." He added, his commenting falling silent as she seemed to look at Amelia, before deciding to ask her questions, and she seemed worried about perfectly realistic scenarios.

Beta scratched it's head, thinking about how complicated an explanation he'd have to give. "Well, to understand some of those questions, you'd have to know how we create new life today." He replied, and decided to begin his explanation, not really willing to pause until the end. "On this planet, we have a decent sized year, and approximately three times a year, we have what we call the water-intense months. Meaning the months where the water is mostly in the ground, filling the reservoirs. During those time, the biological species called the Holsta as well as the Slyth's become the most active." He began, commanding the screen that had been showing images to Amelia to reposition, moving over to Kelli's table, where she could see it. On the display, the image of a multi-tentacled object with four small holes on the sides, which looked mostly submerged in water.

"This is the Holsta. As you can tell, it is a large aquatic species of sorts. The risk here is that when they become active and when the Slyth become active are the same time. When that happens, the Slyth are overpowered by the pheromones that the Holsta naturally give off at all times, and we are attracted to mate with it." Beta continues, pointing out the holes. "These orifices are it's version of a womb entrance. This is where we drop our seeds, and they grow and release themselves inside of the Holsta. In return, the Holsta uses these tentacles, which are covered with reproductive spores, which in turn feed on the Slyth, slowly merging themselves into the bloodstream. From there, Holsta are born inside of the Slyph - an act which is inevitably fatal."

With that, Beta's eyes stared back at Kelli. "Now, you can imagine that death is not a very preferable situation. Now, let's stack up the evidence of why I believe you can produce our young." He commented, watching her face. "Since our 'seeds' adapt and drastically reconfigure such that they always produce one of us, instead of producing a Holsta, or some other being, I would say the chances are extremely unlikely that it would fail on a genetic level. It is a possibility, but as we stated, it is preferable to being devoured." He commented, before adding, "A second piece of evidence in our favor is the similarities in the growth inside of the Holsta's body as compared to a human infant growing inside of your body. At least, I assume as much from the pictures of women carrying children - and the fact they get rounder about the abdomen for that period of time."

Then, giving the matter a bit more thought, Beta continued, "As for whether the act may prove fatal for you all… I believe our children are smaller when they leave their mother's than human children, though I know there is some sort of variance to them. It has something to do with the fact that usually three or four children are born, I would suppose. Still, we have sufficient medical tools that I believe we could stop the children from killing you in childbirth." With that, Beta's hand reached out, stroking through Kelli's black hair, examining it. "I see the color and length of this… material seems to vary genetically." He commented, before adding, curiously, "Is there any particular reason you think bearing our children would prove fatal for you?"

Meanwhile, while Kelli was listening to Beta, the Alpha continued probing Amelia's sex with his finger, watching her reactions quietly, stirring her up purposefully. Withdrawing the finger from inside her slit, Alpha looked at it, before bringing it to Amelia's mouth. "Clean it off." He ordered, moving to push his finger into her mouth, his eyes watching her, as if daring her to bite him. His finger was tough, and if worse came to worse, he could punish her with the table she was strapped into. On the other hand, actually breeding with her was something Alpha would want to do alone, away from prying eyes.

**********

Surrok had been processing Pat's response to the leash while it was being tethered, and watched with some satisfaction as her lunge was canceled in mid-start, with her quickly coming to the realization that she was unable to fight as she was, giggling and finding her helplessness strangely funny. As Pat seemed to give in, giving a sign that Surrok was quickly coming to realize was a sign of surrender, Surrok grunted in reply, before adding, "Indeed, a cute little 'bitch', seems an appropriate translation. Now then, it's time to come along, on all fours." He commented, adjusting her balance enough that she should be able to pull off crawling after him, as he moved to lead her onwards from the prison, the warriors keeping a careful vigil at first, as they left the prison.

As Pat was led crawling through the tunnels, once again, the Slyth glanced in, staring at her, murmuring about the manner of creature, and the fact that they had so many recordings of them. This time, Pat could understand the questions about edibility, as well as the Slyth whom speculated what Pat's breasts where used for. The humiliating crawl wasn't too long, though, before the group reached another set of chambers, which opened at Surrok's command.

The room they walked into was a room that resembled many different horror stories once upon a time. All manners of human devices, obviously recreations, were lying around, including what seemed to be a guillotine, a triangular wooden horse, an X-shaped Andrew's Cross, and sets of cages. In the room, a pale skinned Slyth sat, watching what appeared to be a documentary on the Spanish Reconquista. "Hey, 'Theta', we have one of those creatures from the recordings here. I need your help to keep her in line." Surrok requested, and as he finished, the albino Slyth turned, looking at Pat silently for several moments.

"Is that really a human cunt? Huh. I thought they all died out, a long time ago." Theta replied, raising a curious eyebrow at Pat, before adding, "I've seen enough humans mistreating humans to help you, I suppose, though, for payment…" He then smiles, before making a motion of dropping something down his throat.

Surrok grunted, before adding, "Sure, I'll see to it that you get a nice large jug of Spirits." That seemed to satisfy the albino Slyth, whom moved to get up, leaving the documentary playing while he walked around the torture devices to get closer to Pat, seeming to look at her curiously.

 

[darkest_fate]

Kelli wanted to point out that human society was relatively... complicated, but it seemed like a nearly pointless conversation to have. The alien was more or less right, and Beta seemed to continue explaining. Besides, her attention kept being drawn toward Amelia, who was putting up quite a valiant fight against the alien forces, though not in a way that most people would be expecting.

What came next was a moderately fascinating explanation of their reproductive cycle. Likely neither Amelia nor Pat would be able to fully understand what Beta explained now; to be wholly honest, Kelli didn't quite understand everything. She got the gist, and, more importantly, was beginning to see where she and the rest of their tiny crew fit into the larger scheme of things. To make matters worse, she found herself nearly nodding along with the Beta's assertions. From what he said, it made perfect sense that a human female would be a substitute. If their genetics worked to trick the women's bodies, then everything else lined up almost eerily. Then again, they were both living species with some intelligence.

"The color and thickness and such is genetic; we actually cut it for various styles," she said, looking up at her own spiky bangs for a moment. Her eyes quickly shifted to look back at Beta, realizing he'd asked another question. She shifted, letting her eyes flick toward where the alpha was busy tormenting her captain.

"Your size, mostly," she said, nodding. "Your alpha is nearly twice the size of our captain, so it would stand to reason that your young would be significantly bigger. Furthermore, I," she shifted and blushed slightly, "I assumed you would be egg layers of some kind, and I figured that the shrapnel from your shards might deal significant damage. If your young are clawed or scaled, there's still a chance of significant harm to the mother."

she swallowed, fighting back more fierce fears. Science was a decent refuge from the insanity that seemed to be all around her. For all Kelli could really think of were the scenes from movies where an alien exploded out of a human woman, or ate her from the inside, or any variety of possible situations. She couldn't recall ever seeing one where the mothers actually survived the process, though she knew full well this was all fantasy.

Amelia had been fighting valiantly, far too focused to catch more than a few snippets of the conversation occurring only a short distance away. The rough finger scraped against her inner walls, providing friction unlike anything the woman had felt before. Despite herself, she could feel her arousal again returning. Her control and will proved phenomenal as she allowed very little of it to show outwardly; only the signs she couldn't help were visible.

He pulled the finger out, and Amelia felt it prodding her dry lips. Reluctantly, her mouth opened, letting the juice coated finger slide inside. She never had enjoyed the taste of her own juices, even in highly sexualized situations. Generally speaking, it turned her stomach, and it started to do so now, doubly so with the scaly hand scraping against her teeth and mouth. Those same teeth closed for a moment, while the woman considered biting down. However, she quickly realized she couldn't do much, and instead simply allowed him to use her mouth to clean off her sexual juices, neither helping nor hindering.

**********

"Jeez, take everything seriously," muttered Pat. She needed to be forced more or less to her fours, but would eventually do so. Then, it was a matter of crawling after him, moving as quickly as she possibly could. Unlike her captors, Pat wasn't used to this particular form of ambulation, and it showed in her clunky motions. She had the almost hilarious image of herself crawling over a bed toward a lover once, and it nearly made her giggle. Nearly, as she very quickly looked around and realized that she was quite far from that bedroom now.

The crawl was humiliating, though Pat took it as best she could. The room they entered, on the other hand, made the beautiful blonde freeze and stare, nearly open mouthed, all around her. It looked, well, it looked like a dungeon as you'd find back on Earth. Even the dungeon master looked every inch the creepy pervert type you'd expect to see in a place like this.

"Hey, that's human woman to you, Whitie!" she called back, her eyes narrowing for a moment. Oh, she fully realized they were going to torture her, and judging by these machines, she wasn't going to like it. Still, she couldn't stop herself, and wasn't about to shut up any time soon.

"Like what you see, Whitie?" asked Pat, following his movements with her head. "This is what a highly attractive female human looks like. Bet it's the best looking thing you've probably seen. Not enough creepy looking deformed lizard chicks for you or something?"

 

[Zacki]

Beta watched as Kelli seemed interested in hearing how the Slyth went through their reproductive cycles - which was a good thing, since Beta really enjoyed having an attentive listener. As she responded to tell him that the hair was cut, Beta nodded to himself, taking note. As she began to note her assumptions, the Beta paid keen attention. "Ah, yes, the recordings said that similar beings to us Slyph, called 'Dinosaurs' and 'Reptiles', lived on the same world, and laid eggs. I suppose your comment about eggs would make sense based on that. As for the young Slyths, they are scaled and clawed, but their claws couldn't scratch anything, and they are moist enough that they wouldn't even be damaging to the inside of the womb." The Beta replied, before adding, unknowingly to match Kelli's fears, "Now, if the Holsta implanted their children in you, it might be another story. They chew their way out of their parent. Mercifully, the Parent usually dies from internal bleeding before they get too far, but it's still a death we'd like to avoid."

With that, the Beta continued to examine Kelli's reactions, before he looked at her body. "Well, since you are an intelligent one among your group, please explain why you wear these artificial skins so much. I find it hard to understand myself." He commented, tracing his hand over the suit, his hand rubbing against Kelli's crotch area, before moving up her abdomen. "Are you just that ill suited for your own environments that these artificial skins are needed? Or is there some badge of station that these suits serve?" He asked, scratching his head. "I wear mine because of the useful of having so many pockets… but yours don't have any pockets at all."

Alpha, meanwhile, watched Amelia quietly, getting inwardly displeased by her lack of involvement in cleaning his finger off. "I see, so you're going to be stubborn. In that case, perhaps proper motivation is in order." He stated, moving to sort of wipe his finger off against her tongue, before removing it from her mouth. "Beta, if you want to compare the two side by side, get to work. Otherwise, I'm going to relocate her." He commented, giving his brother a glance.

Beta, at that moment, glanced up, looking at Amelia and then back at Kelli. "Well, I would say we should, but I'd like to talk to this one a bit longer. Perhaps later?" He asked, watching as the Alpha nodded, and Beta returned his attentions to Kelli, waiting for her answer and listening attentively.

"Very well. Later. By the way, the humans require a good deal of water. And I gave about half of yours to this one." Alpha commented, and Beta spun it's head around, giving Alpha a look, before nodding his head, returning to his work. Alpha then turned to the two Slyth that were there, and gave an order, "You two, take this Table and this KAP-TAN to my personal quarters." With that, the pair slumped their bodies in a show of obedience, before moving to take the Table Amelia was strapped on, moving to carry it off and away with Amelia still strapped to it. Alpha followed after a moment, politely walking on both legs as he stepped through the passages.

The Slyth carried the table through the pipes, reaching a large entrance-chamber after a few minutes of walking. As they opened the chamber, they carried Amelia into a large chamber, which was cylindrical in shape, with a large square object, which looked like a futon in the center of the room, seemingly made out of a synthetic material. The pair placed Amelia's table down against the far right wall, where she was left bound and restrained while the Alpha entered the room, motioning with a hand, "Leave us." He ordered, and the pair bowed their heads and upper bodies, before taking their leave.

The Alpha waited for them to leave the room, before his gaze turned back to Amelia. "I know as a commanding officer, you are perfectly clear on the meaning of orders and how to obey them, if you so choose." Alpha commented dryly, looking at Amelia, before commenting, "So there is little point in getting into that aspect. I gave a command, you willfully decided to ignore it. Therefore, you will be punished." With that, the Alpha opened one of his shelves, pulling out long, black metallic strands, which hung in his hands like strands of string, and placed his staff into the drawer, closing it behind him.

"This is synth-metal. It is keyed to my mind via a neurological device implanted in my brain. As you might guess, it has multiple uses." Alpha began to explain, and as he held them, the strands began to assemble into a staff, much like his previous staff, only longer and wider. "The only downside to this synth-metal is that it is only so fast - and unless it's already on a person's body, it doesn't move fast enough to stop them in battle." With that, Alpha stared back at Amelia, before adding, "However, it can make most kinds of weapons given the craftsman wielding it, and it can make the most painful devices." With that, Alpha approached Amelia, wielding the staff, and he moved to tap the table with it, which released it's hold on Amelia's chained arms.

Alpha moved to grip hold of Amelia's chained arms, holding a tight grip, pulling her arms away from the table, intending to force her to bend at the waist, only releasing her legs when he was done with that. Once she was held, Alpha watched her for an opportune kick warily, tapping the chains with the black rod, which caused the metal to stick to the chains. If Amelia didn't stop him, his intended action was to lift the rod to the roof, which thinned out as a link of chains would form to the roof, where they would form an anchor. That is, if he was given the chance.

**********

Surrok seemed to be able to tell that it was humiliating for Pat to walk along on all fours, and took some level of pleasure watching her awkwardly crawl along. Her face as they entered Theta's pens, Surrok watched as Theta gave the woman a title, and could tell that Whitie was meant to be an insult. And glancing back at Theta's face, which was drawn back into a very, very sadistic grin, she was definitely drawing metaphorical blood. "I won't want her broken, Theta, I want her given some motivational tools, that's all." He stated, warning Theta not to lose his temper, wondering if it was a good idea to leave him alone with the woman.

Theta glanced back at Surrok, before he replied, "But of course. I know plenty about motivational tools. And I see the stereotypical stupid blonde is in effect. She thinks we actually have breeding Slyths here or something." With that, Surrok gave Theta a curious look, and Theta answered the unanswered question. "If you hadn't already heard, humans breed within their own species - the males dominate and control the mouthy females like this one."

Theta then turned to look at Pat. "Of course, they call the ones with this golden hair 'airheads' for a reason. Still, I won't break her - Just introduce her to the concept of humiliation. Strip off those ridiculus clothes - those things that cover her body, and put her on the Cross here. We'll start with a very simple set of controls, and work our way up if those don't work." Theta stated, and the Slyth wasted no time setting on Patricia, proceeding to prepare her just the way it was requested, the Slyth obvious still taking the time to surround her and force her down like a rabid animal before moving to strip her of her dignity...

 

[darkest_fate]

Kelli heard the explanation, though it made her skin crawl and her blood ran cold. Everything was really pointing toward these creatures using her and her crew mates as breeding sows, and she couldn't see a way to logically convince them otherwise. To make matters worse, there were barely veiled threats there, something about a race that actively would kill them should the circumstances be different. Kelli could feel a sweat already building upon her skin, which just served to remind her of how very thirsty she was.

"What? oh, clothes; that's what we call them," explained Kelli. She paused to swallow. "We wear them for a variety of reasons, really. Our specific ones label us as members of the space exploration force that I mentioned. They also help protect us from the environment; our skin isn't as durable as yours. Some of the time we use them like plumage, to attract attention or mates, and sometimes for status."

Kelli tried a shrug, as best she could given the bindings. She looked like she'd explain more, but his hand had caressed her. The girl shuddered and tensed, her explanation stopping for a moment as a scaled claw touched her sex. Soon enough though, it was traveling upward, the questions continuing.

Amelia winced as the alpha used her tongue as a towel. He sounded displeased, and she guessed it was because she hadn't jumped to obey his order. She mentally cursed herself for not thinking better. It had just been so humiliating that she'd gone with her gut. If she wanted to get out of this alive, intact, and hopefully with both her surviving crew members, then she'd have to learn to humiliate herself a little. she tried averting her eyes and looking shameful now, wanting to show just how sorry she was.

The two conversed as Kelli was explaining; the girl paused her explanation, let the alpha go, and continued, though she watched Amelia as the captain left. Amelia didn't struggle as they picked up her table, simply laying still. Her eyes followed the alpha, trying to read his body language as best she could; quite the difficult task, given the alien species.

She was placed in a room, and Amelia spent only a few moments studying it before returning her attention on the alpha. He dismissed the servants, and the two were left alone for the first time. Amelia wisely held her tongue, though she knew she had to look very much like someone who wanted to say something. The alpha spoke; she listened. Amelia didn't necessarily agree with willfully disobeying, but she winced nonetheless. Best not to argue with the large, sentient creature who had you strapped to a floating table.

A lengthy explanation of technology followed, and Amelia nodded. He was going to punish her with that, to some degree; she understood that much. He shifted then, and Amelia thought that perhaps the punishment was coming. To her surprise, he unchained her. For a brief moment, she tensed, as though she would fight back. Her will took over though, reminding her that she needed to at least pretend to play along. So she became limp, pliant, letting the alpha move her body into whatever position he wanted. Her arms were chained to a rod, and raised to the ceiling. the woman gasped as she stretched, feeling the material of her suit pushing her breasts upward. Soon, she was hanging, ready for whatever the alpha had in mind.


**********

It sounded like Pat was accomplishing just what she wanted. Whitie, Theta, whatever the hell he was called, had his pride wounded by Pat's barbs. She grinned in an almost manic way at the lizard man. "Yeah, wouldn't want to break your leader's new toy on the first playtime, would you?"

What Whitie came back with nearly made Pat giggle. She'd been dealing with the standard blonde jokes for most of her life. It certainly hadn't helped that she'd always been a pretty girl. It had been sweet blonde angel to teenage hellcat to the current rambunctious woman there now. To hear those standard insults from this creature was just laughable.

"Right, they totally just dominate us. Boy, have you got that one right," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. she tensed at Whitie's command, her eyes on the lizard who'd brought her in. It didn't surprise her in the slightest that he pinned her down before tearing off the tight space suit. Like all the crew, she wore the standard undergarments underneath. Hers happened to consist of brilliant silver bra and thong, both of which had the most advanced clasps that could be managed. Not that Pat expected to be left with even those scant bits of covering for now. She struggled and growled all the while, even as they began attaching her to the perverted bondage equipment.