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  Zack’s Little Darling

  By

  Alyssa Hope

  Text copyright 2017

  Alyssa Hope

  All Rights Reserved

  Is it necessary to say that any resemblance between space soldiers and aliens (blue or otherwise) and any living people (real or otherwise) is purely coincidental?

  All beings engaged in sexual acts are over the legal age of consent in their own particular universes.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1.

  Chapter 2.

  Chapter 3.

  Chapter 4.

  Chapter 5.

  Chapter 1.

  The slave trader moved among them, poking and prodding randomly, using something like a cattle prod that made its naked victims cry out and double over in pain. It seemed to enjoy doing this and also enjoyed groping at their exposed genitals. Possibly it was showing those off for the benefit of prospective buyers, or maybe it just enjoyed the groping. It was a dirty looking creature, Zack thought, and probably wouldn’t have any luck with a sex partner who wasn’t chained down.

  On the other hand, Zack was one of those chained to the floor, and the dirty thing owned all of them, so who was he to judge? He tried to keep his head down and his wits about him. If there was a way out, he was going to find it. It couldn’t get any worse than this, could it?

  A small dark creature wove in and out of the chained captives, trying to stay away from the trader. Zack watched it, wishing it luck, but knowing that sooner or later it would run out of that, as all of them here had. The trader kept trying to hit it with the tip of the prod, but it was fast and agile. The other captives, some more humanoid than others, either watched with indifference or seemed totally lost in their own misery.

  Zack was at the end of the line, and when it got as far as him the small creature had nowhere left to go. It watched the trader approach, and shivered. When the trader was in front of them it grinned and shoved its prod at the little creature, and Zack moved to shield it almost automatically, ready to take the blow himself.

  The shadowy creature behind the trader halted the blow mid-strike, and surveyed Zack with what might have been curiosity. It said something to the trader and moved around behind Zack. The trader sneered at Zack and then punched him in the stomach, bending him over with rough fingers grasping his hair. Bent over, gasping in pain, Zack felt something like a hand come up between his legs and grasp his genitals, and that was followed by something long and thin probing into his hole. He gasped and tried to pull away from that instrument or finger or whatever it was, but the hand had a firm and not so fond grip of his balls, and he was trapped between the two creatures, the trader still gripping his hair.

  The trader opened its pants, pulling out a long and dirty cock, moving it towards Zack’s mouth with a smile on its face. He shut his mouth firmly and turned his head away, determined not to open his lips for that thing. The trader punched him again, then pulled his head up as he opened his mouth and struggled for breath. The trader smirked and brought that filthy tool towards his lips, grinning at him. Was this the thing’s way of demonstrating its wares’ compliance? Or was he simply a sadistic bastard?

  Zack twisted, trying to move away, gagging at the thought of taking that disgusting thing into his mouth, but the grip in his hair wasn’t giving him anywhere to go. The creature behind him was still probing painfully deep into his channel, and had a hard grip on his balls. His brief struggle led to excruciating pain between his legs, and he wanted to open his mouth to scream, but the results of opening his mouth would be worse than any pain. He was trapped between the two creatures with nowhere to go. Would death have been worse?

  The little creature who he had protected intervened, stopping the nightmare of touches, saying something to the thing behind him that made that creature laugh, or a noise like a harsh laugh. That creature snapped out something to the trader, who did an alien version of a shrug and stepped back.

  The probe up his ass was withdrawn. He tried to straighten up, refusing to show weakness, trying to catch his breath, and looked down at the small creature, who moved to his side, curling into him. Who was protecting who now?

  The creature behind him handed something to the trader, who unhooked the chain that held Zack’s collar to the floor and handed it to the big creature who was apparently his new owner. The trader didn’t even bother tucking its cock back into its trousers, it just went back up the line looking for another victim. Zack shuddered. Surely nothing could be worse than belonging to that creature.

  He was distracted watching the trader, and his new owner tugged sharply on the chain, almost pulling him off his feet. Shit, he had to pay attention, try and figure out how to be of value to this shadowy creature. He didn’t want to belong to the trader or anyone like him, not if he could help it, and hopefully this guy wouldn’t be any worse. He hoped.

  Both Zack and the little creature were herded out of the line of slaves and down a hallway, then through what could have been an airlock and into another ship. This one smelled different; the air was stale but not as rank. He tried to get a look at whoever or whatever had purchased him and the small creature, but couldn’t see anything in the shadowy half-light. They stopped in front of a door which seemed to slide open automatically, and he was shoved rudely into a dark room, tripping over his chains and hitting his head on something as he fell.

  When he regained consciousness he was lying on a rough bed, his collar and the chain were gone, and he felt clean, as though he had been showered or maybe just hosed down. The smaller alien was curled up in one corner of his room, looking unhappy. Had it been there all along? It hadn’t been chained on the trader’s ship, but it was probably every bit as much a captive as he was. Why bother chaining it up - it didn’t look strong enough to fight, and where was it going to go?

  He watched it for a while, but it didn’t move or do anything but stare at him, and probably it was even more scared than he was. Would it want comfort, someone to hang on to? He might want those things, but he hadn’t been a child for a long time, and wasn’t about to admit fear or weakness to anyone. He thought about it for a while, then patted the bed beside him, and gestured to it and then to the bed.

  It looked at him and shivered, its skin flickering in shades of dark blue and purple, but it finally sidled over and curled up beside him. He stroked its soft skin gently, and it nestled into him like a small animal would. It was some kind of vaguely humanoid thing, the size and shape of a child, but without much definition to its face or body. It was all smooth lines and curves, covered with featureless dark skin except for large soft eyes and a small round mouth. It looked up at him and that mouth curved into a small smile, and it wrapped its arms around him and rested its hairless head against his chest.

  The arms must be longer than they looked, he thought, because the little thing could wrap them right around his muscular body. It held on tight and he held it gently in return, not sure of what else he could do to help it feel better. It began running its mouth over his chest with small licking kissing gestures that felt pleasantly rough, like a kitten’s tongue.

  He cradled it on his lap, and it nuzzled against him, probably just looking for comfort. Comfort was free, and he could offer that. To his surprise its mouth moved to one of his nipples and latched onto it, sucking as though it was trying to nurse on him. His first impulse was to stop it, but he didn’t because it felt surprisingly good, and anyway it wasn’t hurting anything. He stroked the back of its head and it sucked harder, which felt even better, and then it began purring. He found himself arching his chest into it, urging it on with his hands.

  It purred and nursed for a while he patted it, not sure what else to d
o. His breast throbbed under its demanding little mouth, like it was actually pulling nourishment from his nipple, but that couldn’t be possible. When it seemed to feel that it was done on the one side it moved its head towards his other nipple and its tongue flicked out to touch the already puckered tip.

  It looked up at him and smiled again, and its color brightened when he smiled back at it. He ran his hands over its body, wondering what it was. Some kind of exotic little pet, probably. It seemed to be androgynous, or at least had no visible genitals. As least it wasn’t going to be trying to rape him, which put it one up on some of the other creatures he’d met so far.

  It latched onto the second nipple and sucked happily, bringing one hand up the first nipple, still puckered and damp, and rolled the tip between its fingers. He shuddered, wondering how his life had taken such a strange turn that he had gone from being a soldier in someone else’s war to being trapped here as a slave, with his only friend this little purple creature. Even stranger was that he was perfectly happy holding on to the small thing and letting it play at nursing at his chest while he became sexually aroused by it.

  He couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t getting aroused, as his cock was becoming increasingly erect between his legs, prodding at his little friend. The little creature seemed fascinated by that development, turning its head to watch his hardening length as it nursed at his chest. It wrapped one arm around his neck and lowered its free hand down to stroke it with one finger, then its full hand, finally cradling his erection gently, fingers wrapped around it.

  At least the small thing didn’t seem worried that he was going to rape it, and he wished he could tell it that was the furthest thing from his mind. If anything, he felt oddly protective of the little thing.

  He smiled down at the small alien and tried to look reassuring. What did reassuring look like where it came from? He murmured to it, as one would to a baby, and it started with surprise, its fingers sinking painfully into his cock, but it loosened its grip again when he winced and fell silent. Okay, no noise then.

  He went back to rocking it in his arms, and it held onto his cock carefully, alternating between staring down at it then up at his face, its mouth still attached to his nipple, sucking away. It seemed pleased by this development in their relationship, and he wondered if the little thing even understood what it was holding onto. He hoped it at least knew enough now to be careful with that sensitive part of his anatomy. The brief show of strength in its fingers had alarmed him.

  Maybe it wasn’t as defenceless as he has thought. He hoped not. A small pet who brought arousal with a touch of its mouth would be popular in many of the less savoury parts of the universe. He suddenly wondered if he was here with it because it had told their new owner that he was its mother, or some such thing. Had he just become a nurse maid to this little pet? Well, there were worse job descriptions.

  When it was finished nursing on the second nipple it started washing him with its tongue, rough like a cat’s, licking at his chest and then down towards his stomach, while it brought both hands up to roll his nipples between its agile fingers. The tongue bath was a strange sensation, but oddly erotic. It seemed fascinated with his belly-button, and spent a lot of time working its tongue into that, staring up at his face. It seemed to be waiting for something to happen, and looked disappointed when nothing did.

  He used his own hands to explore the little creature’s chest and back, running his fingers gently over its own anatomy, not that much different than his in some ways. It hummed and purred under his touch, and that made him feel better, too. If he could bottle whatever his small friend had, he could be rich – but he would still be a slave.

  This was a strange kind of slavery, he thought, curling up with a small alien creature and touching each other almost erotically, but what harm could there be in the two of them bringing each other some comfort? He arched his chest involuntarily as its fingers rolled his nipples harder, pinching, and he pulled it tighter against him, rubbing his hands gently up and down its back.

  He was just beginning to think about exploring its small body further when the door slid partly open and a try of food slid in, and the little alien slipped out. He thought it must indeed be some kind of harmless little pet, to be given the run of the ship.

  The food was formless and tasteless, but he’d had worse, so he ate. If something wanted to kill him they wouldn’t bother to poison his food, and he had to keep his strength up for whatever was to come. At least he had the basic facilities to relief himself and wash, so he did that, worked through his daily exercises, and then lay down again. All he could do was wait; he had no way to even measure the passing of time.

  Chapter 2.

  Two more meals came and went before he saw his small friend again. He woke up and it was there on his bed, curled up against him and poking gently at his mouth. He smiled at it, and it smiled back, then slid down his body to nurse on him again. It turned a lighter purple, almost blue, as it suckled on his nipple, and he decided that he could read its mood by its color. Darker shades were angry or scared, lighter shades were happy.

  Apparently sucking on his nipples and stroking him made it very happy. When it had finished feeding, or whatever it was doing, it curled up against him for a while, then started washing him again, working its way down his chest and stomach. It seemed to have a goal this time, and kept looking down at his cock, which was hard again from the nursing and all the kitten-soft stroking and licking.

  He stretched out on the bed, deciding to let the little thing play with him. This could be a long trip, and maybe he could let his small friend pleasure him a little bit. A little bit of mutual pleasuring, between friends. His erection stood up proudly, and it licked its way down and then around it, as if suspicious of the protrusion. It sank its fingers into the nest of fine hair around the base of his cock and tugged, and he winced. It patted the hair back down again, and kissed softly where it had pulled.

  He smiled down at it. A polite little thing, anyway. And it had woke him up before nursing on him, so it had some alien version of manners.

  It shifted around and backed further down his body, climbing down it like he was a felled tree, with its legs wrapped around one of his. It came to a halt with its soft little mouth right over the head of his cock and hovered there, staring up at his face and then down at his erect length. He hoped it wasn’t going to suck on it, then hoped that it would. His cock throbbed, and a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip. His small friend sat back and stared at that, then up at him, and then leaned forward and licked it off, its tongue dipping into his slit. He moaned with pleasure, and it turned a brighter blue and purred.

  It tugged at the broad head and rolled the tip in its fingers, and he sucked in a breath as pleasure bordered on pain. It watched him carefully, then patted the tip, and was rewarded with another drop. It purred, and patted more energetically, then pulled at it impatiently. He gasped in pain, not wanting to scare it off, but needing it to be more gentle with that part of him. ‘That isn’t a nipple, little friend’, he thought to it. It smiled up at him again, as if it understood.

  Its long tongue flicked out and stroked the tip of his broad head as though trying to sooth it, then wrapped gently all the way around the rim. His body arched up towards that strange touch and that clever tongue, and it purred at him, and licked up his whole thick length, from base to tip. He almost cried out at the roughness of that kitten tongue stroking him, but bit his lip. Right or wrong, he wanted more.

  It looked up at him, and he thought it was a questioning look, but he wasn’t sure. If it wanted to go further, he wasn’t going to argue. He brought his hands to the back of its head and urged it on, gently pushing its mouth towards his straining cock, and it purred again. Then it lowered its head and sucked his whole cock into its mouth, taking his thick length in all the way in one movement until its little snub nose was in the dark hair at the base of his erection. It felt wonderful and then the little thing began to suck and it felt like
the sensitive skin on his cock was being scraped right off. There was no kitten tongue now, it was more like what a tiger’s tongue might feel like, and he screamed in shock and arched almost off the bed, pushing it away, feeling like his cock was being stripped raw as it pulled its hungry little mouth off of him.

  The little alien darted away, and curled up in the far corner of the bed looking scared and maybe a bit puzzled, pulsing in darker purples now. Yep, he could read its mood by its color, he thought dazedly.

  His cock throbbed and he wrapped both hands around it, curling up to try and sooth his pain. To his surprise, his cock appeared undamaged and was still fully erect. Gods help him, he wanted that rough sensation again, wanted that hungry little cat’s mouth wrapped around him, sucking him all the way in.

  It was incredibly different than anything he’d felt before, but it was such sweet pain that he found he wanted and needed more. His cock ached for more. Did the little alien want more? He didn’t want to force it, and maybe it didn’t even understand what it was doing, or what he himself wanted, any more than he did. Did it understand that it had hurt him, or just think that he was dangerously unpredictable?

  The creature remained curled up in a ball in the corner of the bed, apparently afraid of him now. He moved over to it and stroked it gently, and then ventured to kiss its mouth, trying to imitated its purring noise against its thin lips. It hesitated then opened its mouth under his, and he invaded it gently with his tongue, hoping that he wouldn’t scare it again.

  It sucked tentatively on his tongue and its mouth was softer now, as though it was learning to be careful with him. It uncurled its small body a little bit and its color lightened. The cat tongue roughness felt good against his tongue as he got used to it, and he took possession of its sweet little mouth, moving his lips against its, pushing his tongue in further, with one hand around the back of its head holding it close to him.