Ryock

The last thing I thought she would do is pass out on my lap, my stiff cock still crammed inside of her.

It’s not as if this is old hat to me.

I’ve never been with a female before.

The vise-like grip of her opening has my cock firmly gripped, but I can feel her muscles slowly relaxing as she passes into the land of slumber.

My own body is another story.

Reaching down between us, I gently remove my cock from her. Copious amounts of seed spill out all over my heavy testicle sack.

All three of my balls are covered in our mixed fluids.

I know my race spends a large amount of seed when we achieve orgasm, but I’m not the only one who got gushing wet. I can smell the musky scent of her pussy and it gives me shivers running up and down my back.

The stars are strange to have given me such an amazing female, and I can feel their pull as I stare down at her sleeping form.

Tucking the blanket around our shoulders, I pull us deep into the corner. Looking up at the ceiling, I stare into one of the Crima’s cameras that are monitoring us.

I nod my head. I’ve done what they’ve asked of me and for now they can suck my third ball for all I care.

Dropping my chin back down, I see the Gararl is still at the wall, staring at us in deep concentration.

Stupid lizard is a disgusting pile of dust; he just doesn’t understand it yet.

He gives me a nasty sneer as he slams his pathetic hand against the glass, making a loud racket. He must be jealous that none of the females they give him have had nearly the excitement mine had through our coupling.

Reaching down between my legs, I grab a handful of juice and fling it against the wall.

I hope he can smell the hormones and pheromones.

I hope he tastes what he will never have.

Izlah shifts in my arms as she burrows deeper into the blanket against my chest. She’s had a rough day today. Probably a rough couple of days, weeks, or maybe even months before this.

Who knows? With all the sedation drugs that I tasted in her system, she could have been out for a long while.

No muscle atrophy though, which suggest she wasn’t out for too long. I haven’t smelled or tasted the drug serenity… perhaps that is something I should thank the stars for. Serenity is a powerful sedative, scary in its capacity to completely force a being to surrender into its control. It turns unruly, aggressive slaves into total puppets. It destroys all will and ego.

Just the thought of that drug gives even me the chills. My body could maybe heal itself back from the devastating effects of the psyche… but it’s not a guarantee.

Nothing is a guarantee with the Crima controlling my life, especially now that my female has entered my life. They will control every aspect of my imprisoned existence. Damn, what was I thinking taking her on? My head tells me how foolish I was for wishing for more than my death. But the very dust of the stars inside of me tells me to shut up and figure something out.

My head slowly falls to the side of the cage as weariness creeps into my head. I’m tired. I didn’t think that such an amazing experience would sap all the energy from me, but it has.

* * *

Loud footsteps coming from outside of my cage yank me from sleep before I hear the cage door sliding open.

Looking up from our small world in the corner, I watch as two bugs enter the cage. One carries two trays of food and the other is looking at the smashed up wall.

I was hoping they’d leave that wall there for a while longer. Serves as a good reminder of what I will do. No such luck though. I watch them bring in a large sheet of the clear glass loaded on a loader. Two more bugs follow it with a lifter.

Seems like they’re in a hurry to get me sealed back up like the wild animal they now know I am.

Izlah stirs in my arms, but I tighten them around her as I say, “Be calm.”

No sense in making the bastards restless. The slave bug with the food brings it in the cage, but sets it far enough away that we have to get up and walk to it.

Seems he’s being careful now.

He used to walk right up to me and drop it on the floor. And more often than not he would dump it on me, knowing I didn’t have the will to fight back.

He’ll be the third one I kill if I get the chance.

The first was the damnable technician that administered the tests. Next will be the Gararl, and last I will take that head bug’s head with me.

Perhaps I’ll keep her head as a souvenir. It’s not unheard of for warriors to keep war trophies.

Izlah and I both watch as the worker bugs remove the flimsy, almost ruined, sheet of glass from its frame. Then I watch exactly how they install the new one.

Hmm.

The glass frames are installed from the outside. Little sleeve-like metal brackets hold it in place. Not much holding them in there, either. Not at the bracket. That… That’s interesting.

Unless I’m mistaken, my mate must be getting hungry. It’s either that or she knows how to do the vibrations my race uses to soothe with her belly.

Looking up in my eyes, she pushes my arm gently away from her waist as she stands up to go to the food.

Standing with her, I head over to where the trays of warm mush sit. It isn’t the tastiest of food, nor is it particularly filling. It’s simply food to keep the bug’s experiments alive.

Well, most of us, I guess. I know a few cages over they were experimenting with food deprivation on a Matilod. Those things would normally eat their weight in food every couple of days. Not this one. It was given a plate smaller than mine.

I watched as it slowly withered away to death.

Izlah reaches down to grab her tray, but I stop her hand midway as I kneel down in front of them.

Looking in her blue eyes, I shake my head at her slowly. “No, Izlah.”

The word rolls oddly off my tongue, but it has the desired effect. She stops in mid-grab to stare at me as her eyes widen.

She says something I don’t understand, but I shake my head quicker this time.

“No, Izlah. It could be poisoned with something. I wouldn’t put it past them.”

I doubt she understands my words, but the point remains the same. She must wait a moment.

Grabbing one plate then the other, I bring them over to our small corner. She’s speaking to me again as I sit down with them in my lap. I don’t think she likes me keeping her food from her. Perhaps she is like the callwogs on my planet, an animal that will turn vicious if something gets between them and their food.

Setting the trays on my lap, I point for her to sit next to me. “Sit Izlah, let me test them.”

She has a small frown on her face as she sits down next to me, watching me closely.

Lifting the first tray up close to my nose, I take a deep sniff. Nothing with an odor has been put in it.

A small lick of it proves to me it has not been tampered with. There’s only spittle from the bug who serves it to us.

Harmless, I suppose.

Trying the second one, I find it to be the same.

At least the dickless bastard is consistent. It has the same spittle.

Handing the plate with the most mush on it to her, I point to the food then to her mouth. “Eat, Izlah.”

“Oud?” she says slowly, saying the word for eat back.

Nodding my head, I give her a smile. “Good, Izlah.”

She’s catching on to words, which is good for us both. But I need a damn translator for her or we’ll be screwed when I figure out how we can escape.

She makes a disturbed sound as she puts the first fingerful of food into her mouth, but when I shrug at her, shoveling a handful into my mouth, she grumbles loudly before she starts eating.

With our trays empty and wiped clean, I look around us. There isn’t a bathing facility in our quarters and I can already smell the after-effects of our mating. While pleasant at the start and end, it will easily become pungent in here if we are not careful.

Flinging my metal tray towards the corner by the door, I watch as Izlah does the same thing with a small giggle. We are children at play almost, when I think of our predicament. If only the damn cameras weren’t so incessantly watching us.

Getting a hopeful idea, I look back up to the ceiling, saying loudly, “Send the doctor back down. We need to talk.”

I have no clue if they will even listen, but time will tell.

Izlah looks at me then the ceiling with a question in her eyes.

Pointing to my eyes, I look around the cage and then point to the ceiling.

Then I say, “They have cameras in the ceilings to watch us with, and microphones for the technicians to use.”

She catches on to some of it as she nods her head slowly. Pointing to the ceiling then her eyes as she says, “Camera.”

* * *

Nothing comes from me talking to the cameras several times over the last few hours. Izlah and I have made progress in speaking, but it’s been achingly slow.

My language and hers are just too far apart.

Where mine is full of guttural growls and grunts, hers is fluid and full of words. At least that’s the gist I get when she keeps getting frustrated at our slow progress. She seems to use a few words quite often, and if I’m guessing correctly they have to do with sex or feces.

I worry about the days that will come ahead.

What will happen when the breeding experiment ends?

What if she does become pregnant with our child? We certainly won’t be allowed to keep it. Even worse, she could be tested on during her pregnancy. I highly doubt they will be gentle with their administrations. They’re a disgusting race, and I am willing to bet if she is able to get pregnant with my child, they will try to breed her with other races as well.

I will never see her again.

I can feel it in my bones.

I can also feel the terror creeping in on me that if I do get her pregnant, they will experiment on the child.