IV – She Lives for Screams

Kayven had neither shivered as much nor produced as much cold sweat in his entire life. Helpless, his tremoring eyes looked up as the giant woman walked towards him, straining, lube-coated dildo pointing straight at him.

The machine-tentacles that bound him moved as Ak’vel approached, lifting him up and spreading his legs further, pushing his pelvis out. His arms were still bound behind his back, magnetically locked by the cuffs.

Grinning, she cupped his limp manhood, enveloping cock and balls in her gloved palm. Her middle finger extended, brushing against his puckered-up anus, making him whimper at the delicate touch.

“Still soft, hmm?” she asked as if disappointed. “Were you not aroused seeing my helpless slave get fucked so good?”

The tentacles lifted him higher, so that they were nearly eye-level with each other. “Or are you perhaps not into anal sex? Perhaps you are more interested in these?” She hefted her massive boobs up, pressing them together, playing with them, pinching and tugging at the hard nipples.

She reached a delicate hand around his neck. “Do you like tits, slave?” Without giving him a chance to respond in any way, she gripped his hair, and, stepping a bit closer, shoved his face into her cleavage.

Kayven had always thought that if he ever were motorboating huge tits – and even his wildest fantasies had not conceived of the size of Ak’vel’s breasts – it would be a sensation of rapture, to be enveloped by the warm, soft womanflesh like that. However, inside Ak’vel’s valley, he found he was unable to draw breath, and it soon made him panic, moving his head fruitlessly as he tried to wedge it loose from the mounds of heavy boobs.

When Ak’vel finally released him, he heaved for air, barely keeping from coughing all over the breasts, which surely would have earned him some form of punishment.

Giving a throaty snicker, the Shix turned around and, at the push of a button, released Rhai from her bindings. She plopped to the floor, still breathing heavily from what she had just endured. She did not offer resistance in any form when Ak’vel leaned down and mag-locked her cuffs behind her.

Ak’vel loosened the straps of the ball-gag, letting it hang around her neck, nestled in her cleavage.

“Thank you, master,” she said immediately. Failing to show appreciation to Ak’vel would only earn her the trainer’s ire, so whenever she knew she was expected to, she offered her appreciation.

“It seems the boy did not become aroused by seeing you get fucked,” the slave-trainer commented as Rhai struggled to get on her knees before Ak’vel, sitting back on her heels in a submissive way with her back straight and chest pushed out.

“I am sorry, master,” she apologized for failing to make the boy aroused when she was ass-raped.

“Atone by getting him hard now, slave, we have much work to do.”

“Yes, master,” she nodded, knowing exactly what Ak’vel meant.

Moving closer to the human, walking on her knees as the tentacles brought him lower, Rhai contemplated that it had been very long since she had been with any male. Ak’vel did not like lending her out to other trainers, and Kyrah only kept one male at the time. That did not mean she did not know how to make a man feel good, however. She was in fact very talented at it. She was just sorry for the human for what she was about to do to him. He might have fought getting an erection now, but once she got him hard, his manhood would remain hard until either Kyrah or Ak’vel decided to let it relax.

She looked up at him. He was nearly straight as a nail, held by the flexible metal tentacles, lying reclined in the air with his legs spread wide, his manhood presented to her. He had beautiful, brown eyes, and through her gaze she tried to communicate that she was sorry, but neither one of them had any choice.

She thought, perhaps, he understood.

She leaned forward, slurping his limp cock into her mouth and started working it.

“Good, slave, get him hard quickly.” Ak’vel walked around them both, retrieving something from the wall behind Kayven.

Kayven looked, gobsmacked, as the pink woman’s blue lips enveloped him, sucking him, feeling her tongue rub him inside her mouth. He tried forcing himself, tried to hold back, but it was immediately apparent that it was a losing battle. Rhai’s mouth was simply too talented, her tongue too cunning, working his sweet spots to perfection. It did not take long for him to start hardening.

Ak’vel returned, pleased to see her slave had made Kyrah’s milking-toy semi-erect already.

“I know that feels good, slave,” she murmured ominously to Kayven, reaching around his neck. “I made sure to train Rhai’s oral skills to be unrivalled by any other slave in this fleet. She will make you nice and hard for me in no time.”

Her hands held a collar, made of the similar leathery material as Rhai’s, with the same metal ring on the front. She pulled it around Kayven’s neck, securing it behind him. Once attached, these particular collars could not be taken off without Ak’vel’s activation.

“There,” she cooed menacingly, sliding her hands down to his chest, thumbs flicking his nipples as Rhai sucked him to full hardness. “Now you are officially marked as a slave of the Goddess’ Hand. And as a slave, you can be sure that whenever Kyrah is not relentlessly milking your cock, I will be there to train and dominate you harder than you can ever imagine.”

Despite the pleasurable sensations of his now fully erect cock, still being orally lavished by Rhai; despite the gag in his mouth and the pleasured moans escaping him from having his cock and nipples touched, inside his mind, Kayven was dreading what he knew was coming.

Even more, he dreaded what he couldn’t imagine that might happen.

The enemy had not anticipated that any humans aboard the boarded ship would be desperate enough to take shelter aboard the Everlasting Fury. As such, there was nobody waiting for them when the pair spilled into the vast disembarkation-deck that appeared like nothing but an immense tunnel of steel, nearly completely empty save for metallic crates and rows of combat vehicles lining the far wall.

That the aliens hadn’t been waiting for them once they spilled out of the boarding tunnel didn’t in any way improve their situation, nor did it keep Raquel from constantly swearing beneath fits of trying to catch her breath.

Panting, sweating and down to their last mags of ineffectual sidearm-ammo, Cody and his fuming Latina partner frantically tried to find a place to go, to hide. The huge cavern – easily capable of holding several thousand enemy soldiers in full powered armour and still have enough space to manoeuvre most of the vehicles present – offered zero cover on their current side, and the far side was around two hundred meters away.

A pair of aliens in red armour had, once Cody and Raquel were about a third of the way up the tunnel of flexible metals bridging the enemy vessel with the Deimos, given chase, but after the initial volley of fire had missed the fleeing humans, had settled for chasing after them, gaining ground with every wide step.

There was no choice but to keep moving forward. Winded and exhausted, driven by nothing but adrenaline, fear and anger, the two humans dashed across the wide deck, their boots clanging on the smooth metal surface.

About halfway across, the two aliens that had initially started the pursuit entered the deck, but did not open fire. If this was because their targets were running towards two combat vehicles on the other side or for some other sure to be sinister reason was unclear, but it was not like Raquel or Cody felt like the aliens needed to shoot at them.

The aliens, hulking brutes compared to a human, had to be female considering the curvature of their armour and how it hugged their features, arching over the hips and swelling over the breasts. Casting fleeting looks over their shoulders, it dawned on either human just how large these aliens were.

The aliens were no longer running. They were striding purposely but unhurriedly, spreading out to get some distance between them. Behind them, all the entrances to the boarding tunnels closed, irises sliding from inside the walls narrowing the opening before closing at the middle with a defined metallic clank.

In front of the humans, across the line of vehicles, another door slid open. The door had previously been hidden within the wall, and was large enough to admit their pursuers even in their suits of metal. Both of them fully expected more aliens to come through to cut them off. When none did, they found they had little other choice but to keep going.

“Are they herding us?” Raquel bellowed between desperate pulls of air.

“No idea,” Cody shouted, equally winded with legs begging for a break.

Once they passed the door, another look behind them showed the aliens had stopped, and the entrances to the tunnels opening again. Then the door the humans had just passed slid shut again.

Finding themselves in a nondescript, narrow hexagonal corridor, the duo took a moment to catch their breaths – lungs heaving and burning – as it was immediately clear there were nobody around. The path to their right was open. To the left, a closed door further down barred passage.

“They are definitely herding us,” Raquel groaned with exertion, spitting to her side as she desperately tried to compose herself.

“What for?” Cody asked, hands on his knees as he bent forward, his hand holding his gun trembling.

“How the fuck should I know?” she snapped when she summoned the necessary breath to do so. “Those fucktards that chased us could have shot us at any time, but they didn’t. Instead they cut off our escape back to the Deimos, and at the same time the door directly in front of us opened.”

“Maybe they want us alive.”

“No shit, idiot. Man, are all you mech-pilots really this dense?”

Cody scoffed. “Prerequisite of any soldier’s position, I dare say.”

Once the pair sounded a bit less than asthmatic lung-cancer patients, they headed to the right, knowing they had no choice but to keep moving. Even if they were being led down a specific path, Raquel frequently voiced – in that colourful speech of hers – that she was not going to let herself get captured, and whatever the aliens were planning she was going to foil, even if that meant pulling a wrench free from her tool belt and bludgeoning their would-be captors to death.

The corridors were a confusing maze, even if there were only one way forward. The stale grey metal and the fact that every door was hidden within the walls – the seams nearly impossible to distinguish – was a strain on their eyes. The strange smoothness of the metallic surfaces of slanting walls, a bit different from the rougher surfaces of the floor and ceiling, made Raquel think that the walls were, in fact, screens, but that needed to be viewed through a proper filter to be seen – such as the visors of the aliens’ helmets.

After a little while, they arrived at a t-intersection, where both the path to the right and to the left were open.

“Well this is new,” Raquel muttered suspiciously.

“Where do we go?”

“If they want us to split up they must be dumber than I give them credit for.”

“Then where should we go?” Cody pressed.

“What fucking difference does it make? We don’t know what’s down either path, so let’s just–“

Abruptly, their feet detached from the floor. It took a few moments of hovering before they realized the gravity had been switched off. Before they could reach out for each other to stay together, a gravitational pull started dragging them down the corridors; Raquel to the right, Cody to the left.

Shouting and cursing, trying to reach for the walls to slow themselves, the humans were dragged helplessly away from each other, floating away like leaves on a calm lake deeper into the enemy ship.

“There we are, nice and exposed. Ready for a hard fucking.” Watching the human restrained as Rhai had been moments before – on his belly, legs spread wide, asshole presented like a beacon – made the slave-trainer all the more eager to get started.

Sucked to full hardness, his ripe balls pulled tightly against his body, Kyrah’s new milk-slave would not be able to go soft again once Ak’vel desired it. And she would not desire it for a long time. In fact, Kyrah had said she was to keep him until tomorrow morning, so she saw no reason why he should be soft for even a second during all the hours they had ahead.

Standing behind him, Ak’vel’s mind delighted in what she was about to do. She could nearly feel her dildo pulse with anticipatory excitement, as if it knew it was about to invade that puckered little asshole and rape away his virginity.

Gliding her fingers over his shivering body, she could not hold back a wicked giggle when she brushed over his tight hole, making him whimper pitifully.

“First things first,” Ak’vel muttered happily to herself as she kneeled down between his spread legs.

Kyrah would be rather upset if even a single drop of precious seed went to waste. While she knew the human had been emptied out by the mistress of the Goddess’ Hand already, his improved physiology would have produced nearly another full load already. Of course, when the changes to his body had taken full effect and were operating normally, his seed output would be so that whatever was drained from him would be replaced nearly instantaneously.

But that was why the human – Kayven – was now in Ak’vel’s very capable hands, for in order to make his new body work at peak capacity, a body now reformed to fill the new role of livestock, there were two things he needed to do; orgasm back to back, and have his prostate stroked and stimulated as he did.

With one hand, Ak’vel grabbed Kayven’s cock, completely covering it in her palm, giving it a few slow strokes that made the little slave moan. He had moaned quite a bit while Rhai had been sucking him as well, and he had seemed disappointed when Ak’vel had ordered the Hynger to stop after he was fully erect. With her other hand, she pulled a smooth, metal cylinder from the base of the block Kayven’s torso was restrained on. Once she touched it, the tight, fleshy opening started drooling lubrication.

“See this?” The slave-trainer reached around to show Kayven the tube, her other hand now fondling and gently squeezing his balls. It had a length of flexible, clear tubing on the end which connected it with the block it had been taken from, and when she pushed her thumb into the tight, wet opening, pulling down on one end, she gave the human a good look at not only the tightness of the canal, but the small bumps and knobs lining it all around the inside.

“This is one of the machines we will use to milk your cock day and night. Compared to some of the other models, this one is rather mellow, averaging one orgasm every three minutes, but then we have to start somewhere, don’t we?”

Biting down hard on the gag, Kayven groaned, but did not delude himself that anything he had to say would save him from what was to come.

Rhai watched the proceedings with an empathic heart for the human, but there was nothing she could do for him. She sat on her knees in front of the bound human, her cuffed arms resting in her lap and her chest puffed out as instructed, no doubt to give her master something else to look at whenever she desired.

The ball-gag still hung around her neck, nestled in her cleavage like a fetish necklace, and her her lips still tasted of the human’s cock. She had hated to make him hard for the sake of what Ak’vel was going to do to him. She would much rather have used her oral skills to pleasure him properly, to suck and lick him to the heights of pleasure culminating in a delightful, long orgasm.

She tried, whenever the frantic boy’s beautiful eyes found hers, conveying a sense of security through them, but she knew he would not be easily calmed. He was Kyrah’s new milking toy now, there was no way to change that, but at least the role of slave became easier with time. She knew that was the farthest thing from the boy’s mind now, however. She remembered, too, how terrified she had been once she had been sold to Ak’vel, a woman who, putting it mildly, was as rough as she was cunning.

Kayven desperately tried to wiggle free, but his bonds had no give. His legs were held, as if pulled on, by the weird red protrusions in the floor, and his torso felt like it was being sucked into the block he was lying on. The cuffs on his hands were suspended by the strange, soundless lightning, holding his hands still as surely as if they had been embedded in a wall.

He couldn’t help but groan when he felt the huge woman’s warm hand grab his straining cock, giving it a few quick pumps as her other hand, still holding the tube, depressed a button on the thing Kayven was lying on which switched the machine on.

Kneading and squeezing his ass with her free hand, Ak’vel brought the tight opening of the tube to the tip of Kayven’s cock and started sliding it on. Despite himself, Kayven noted that the tight, wet fleshy opening felt wonderful on the sensitive flesh of his cockhead. When the tube had been slid past the rim of the head, it sucked itself up the rest of his manhood, settling in a steady, quick pumping action.

Kayven moaned again. The warm flesh inside the tube felt incredibly good on his receptive cock. Sliding on the lube it was excreting, the bumps and knobs inside the machine massaged and pressed against him, special attention being lavished upon the rim of his cockhead and the sensitive underside. It was like being licked all over by a dozen cock-starved whores whilst simultaneously being deep-throated by a world champion whose throat was made for oral pleasure.

He understood far better now just how quickly this machine would force him to orgasm, and yet he was groaning in pleasure and wishing for more.

“Sounds like he enjoys it, doesn’t it my pet?” Ak’vel busied her big hands on the human’s ass cheeks, kneading them, pulling them apart to expose that tight little butthole that she was about to violate. It made her salivate just thinking about raping his virginity. Brushing a finger against the puckered opening made him shudder in fright, making Ak’vel even hornier.

“Yes, master,” Rhai responded obediently, watching the proceeding, knowing she better pay attention or suffer the Shix’s wrath.

“He is moaning like quite the slut with that thing on him, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, master.”

“I bet you would like to have his cock in your mouth again, wouldn’t you? You are also a slut, aren’t you, Rhai?”

“I am your slut, master.”

“You certainly are.”

Kayven only dimly heard the words exchanged by the two aliens, the larger of which seemed quite fond of his ass the way she grabbed and massaged it. The tube sucking his cock, stimulating every single inch of it, did it far too well. He felt his balls tightening, felt a rising desire to erupt into the tube, to just let go and cum nice and hard.

The fact that he had been milked dry by Kyrah not that long ago seemed to have been forgotten already. Was that an effect of the changes the aliens had done to his body?

He yelped in alarm and pain when he felt a stinging sensation on his left buttock, followed shortly by the same pain on his right. It was Ak’vel, landing flat palms on his backside, not particularly holding back.

“Your ass has good shape, boy,” the slave-trainer muttered, alternating slaps on both cheeks, delighting in seeing the flesh redden with each strike. “Not quite as nice as Rhai’s, but pretty good for a male.”

She landed a slap more on each cheek, the big hands lingering to grab the tenderized meat, pulling them apart to once more expose the virgin asshole. “I wonder if human asses taste nice, as well.”

Squatting behind him, burying her face in the male’s backside, Ak’vel’s eager tongue lapped and prodded the human’s asshole as her hands kept kneading the butt-cheeks. Slurping and sucking, she ate Kyrah’s new milk-toy’s ass with unrestrained hunger, making him groan anew.

“Not bad,” she purred, straightening to fetch more lube for her dildo. Spreading the lube with hard strokes made the hook of the dildo inside her vibrate and stroke her g-spot, fuelling her desires. She poured the rest of the bottle – far more than was needed – in Kayven’s ass. “But no more postponing. You’re gonna get fucked, boy.”

The proclamation made Kayven momentarily forget about the machine sucking him so sweetly, making him redouble his efforts to free himself, but the bonds had as much give as a tightly stretched wire. His breathing came in panicked pulls, and when his eyes – for a moment – landed on Rhai’s, he could see the hurt for him in her beautiful golden orbs; but she knew far better than he how futile it was to struggle.

“Yes, fight it; it has been too long since I broke a fresh slave. I will pay extra attention to you since you are the ship’s new male, too.

Kayven didn’t hear her, and kept struggling anyway, right up to the second he could feel the bulbous head of her dildo press on his clenched asshole. She laughed as she started forcing the tip inside.

“Breathe, boy.” She pushed it in as easily as though Kayven didn’t resist at all, sinking it all the way down to the hilt with a few probing thrusts.

His breath failing him, Kayven clamped down on his gag so hard he momentarily hoped his teeth would break it. Groaning, his eyes clenched shut at the unfamiliar, unpleasant feeling of being brutally penetrated as tears shot out. The lube did its job of easing the huge pseudo-manhood’s forced entry, but he immediately decided he didn’t want to feel the rod inside of him. But the only form of resistance he managed was a weak whimpering, for his body had locked up completely as soon as Ak’vel’s toy had made contact with his asshole.

“Now, little pet,” Ak’vel, her thighs pressing against the human’s little ass, leaned over him, her heavy tits dangling just above his head. “You will learn to take a big, hard rod like every slave aboard the Goddess’ Hand.”

She drew her hips back a little, pulling the shaft about three quarters of the way back out his ass, then thrust forward, hard, making Kayven jolt and gasp in pain. Holding Kayven by his shoulders for leverage, she got into a steady rhythm of fucking him, shoving her fake cock as deep into his ass as it went before pulling it halfway back out again.

The pleasured groans coming from behind indicated to Kayven that the bit of the dildo inside of Ak’vel was making her feel far better than he did, and it spurred her on to go even faster and harder, and there was nothing he could do about it save try to hold on for dear life. Tears poking from his eyes as his body rapidly coated in sweat, Kayven managed, for a second, to find Rhai’s reassuring gaze.

She was watching him, hurting for him, witnessing his first anal rape by Ak’vel. It was sure to be but one of countless others.

To add insult to his injury, the milking-machine forced him to orgasm, his screams now a contradictory mix of pleasure and ache with the relentless tube sucking his meat, and Ak’vel’s huge cock fucking his ass.

In the front of the machine the human was strapped on, a vial appeared from within it – about as long as the human’s cock and about as wide – the inside filling about halfway with his seed. It was far more than what a human normally could ejaculate in a month, but aboard the Goddess’ Hand, it was embarrassingly little.

“How much did he cum?” Ak’vel demanded of Rhai. From her position she could not see the vials as they appeared at the base of the block the boy was bound to.

“Not half a vial, master,” she said, knowing full well what it would mean for the poor boy.

“Not half a vial?” she grunted, thrusting her big cock into Kayven’s stretched asshole. “Seems I must get serious about stimulating your prostate. If you can’t at least fill one vial in one ejaculation, you will never be able to satisfy your mistress’ addiction.”

Kayven’s mind was a tempest of chaos, his body a ravaged countryside in the middle of a hurricane. Despite having been altered, his refractory period was far more noticeable inside the machine than it had been in Kyrah’s hand, so the post-orgasmic torture was too intense. Coupled with the big rod plumbing his rear, it made him scream and shudder, desperate to get away but powerless to do anything at all.

Grinning wickedly, Ak’vel repositioned to be able to stroke more downwards in the human’s ass. While she took great pleasure in fucking him, the main reason for her doing so was to massage and stimulate his prostate, to urge it to take to the alterations made to it. When combined with relentless milking which constantly worked the boy’s cock and balls, the organs would soon enough learn to work better in tandem than they ever had before, and sperm-production would then, by normal human standard, shoot through the roof.

That didn’t mean that Ak’vel didn’t relish every second of thrusting in and out of him, delighting in hearing his conflicting moans and shouts, savouring the concerned look on Rhai’s face.

After a while, the boy was screaming more because of the post-orgasmic hypersensitivity in his relentlessly milked cock than from the ass-rape, but that did not mean Ak’vel enjoyed it any less.

“You have a nice ass, boy,” the trainer snickered, her hands having slid down between her thighs to cup, squeeze and slap Kayven’s ass-cheeks. “I like fucking nice asses. I expect I will fuck yours a lot.”

She had already, by her own admission, climaxed twice whilst roughly pumping his behind, never once slowing down in the thirty-something minutes she had been at it. The milking machine had, true to its specifications, forced him to orgasm once every three minutes at the longest, but only the last orgasm had managed to fill one of the vials more than three quarter, so he still had a long way to go.

As they appeared, Rhai was instructed to remove the vials and stack them next to the machine, and it was too clear to Ak’vel how the little Hynger yearned to reach out to the boy to comfort him. If she was so concerned for him, Ak’vel mused, there was potential for many interesting situations to stick them in.

With one hand, the slave-trainer slapped Kayven’s ass harder. With the other, she dragged her nails down his back, her gloves thin enough to make him feel it, to make him howl again.

“Scream more for me, boy!” she hooted, slapping his ass so hard it felt like the skin was about to come off. He cried again, unable to keep himself from doing so, to deny her that satisfaction, had he even been able to attempt it.

“Damn this tight virgin ass makes me feel so good! Makes my dildo vibrate and rub me so well!” She increased her tempo even more, grabbing his shoulders once more, dragging herself forward as she thrust deep inside him.

Kayven came again inside the machine, shrieking like a madman, his burning balls and battered prostate making him gush even more cum that was still not enough.

“Give me that vial,” she demanded, reaching out a hand. Hurriedly, Rhai retrieved the nearly full glass vial and handed it to the slave-trainer.

Ak’vel brushed a finger over the flat top to rub away the glass, like wiping a finger over chalk to make it disappear. Bringing the open end to her lips as she kept fucking the groaning, crying and sweating boy, she voided the contents.

The seed did taste wonderful. It seemed Kyrah had been right in wanting a human stallion to milk, and considering the mistress of the Goddess Hand’s disposition and severe addiction, she reckoned Kayven would be a great source of milk.

Which was just as well, Ak’vel mused as she tossed the empty vial aside, savouring the salty, warm taste before she swallowed. Kyrah became such a downright cunt when she went through withdrawal.

Her own lusts only fuelled by the taste of the boy’s cum, her hips thrusting faster, she decided there was only one thing that could make this moment better, make her hornier, make her want to fuck him even harder.

Leaning over the nearly delirious boy, fucking him ever deeper and ever harder, Ak’vel uncoiled her training-whip from her hip with one hand and gazed at her private property.

“Turn around, get on your hands and knees, and present your ass, slave.”

“Yes master.” Rhai obeyed without objection.