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Border of Galactic Council of Planets Space
How?
The question went unanswered. Even the portion of the All that had returned, which it had sent forth to claim the unit in charge of the Kalquorian Empire’s defense, couldn’t answer.
The All sensed the rest it had emitted from its totality reaching for each other. They linked to combine their small voices to beseech the All. It knew, for though they were distant, they were still the All.
The All cannot come to you yet. The All is close, but the near capture of that which held the Hobato is an unforeseen danger.
They’ll try again. It is not good. How do we protect these pieces?
Few see. Few know. None of the rest are suspected.The All spoke with shaken confidence and focused on what was most important.The Kalquorians invaded our dimension. They are the wrongdoers. We will stop them.
The small voices asked,how?
A damning question, had there not been an answer.Concentrate on the Galactic Council. Does the All not hold the most important posts there? From there, I take its members.
But Kalquor?
The units most dangerous are identified. They have shown their hand. It won’t take positions of power to kill them. Imdiko Lokmi and Matara Hope Nath of Clan Kila. Matara Cassidy Hamilton of Clan Tranis. They have the means to breach My home and bring their weapons where harm may be done. They die.
It is good.Spoken uncertainly. The near capture of Hobato’s rider had been a shock, proof the enemy had reached into the dimension where the All lived and ruled…mostly.
When these threats have been destroyed, our infiltration of the Galactic Council and its members will allow us to turn Kalquor’s allies against them. We have proof of Kalquor’s malfeasance in opposition to the council’s laws. We’ll expose it. Unleashing diseases developed by the Bi’isils on our enemy will increase their weakness. They will fall.
They will fall. It is good.
It wasn’t good, but the All was certain it would win in the end. Not as quickly as it had hoped, but its detoured path to annihilation remained clear. Victory despite the interlopers’ surprising counterattack was still in its grasp.
* * * *
Alpha Space Station
Blythe Nelson writhed against the wall she was chained naked to in a room rented for the night, her cries muffled by the gag in her mouth. But for the chains on the wall, the bedroom was upscale, if impersonal.
Dramok Deram stroked the lips of her pussy, his exquisite model-perfect face inches from hers. His stare was intent as he spread her copious wetness over her intimate folds and clit. Her eager nubbin swelled under his provocation, her pulse throbbing in it.
“The prisoner is pleased by her captors.” His English had a slight slur of an accent, as did his companions’. They approached to stand on either side of him.
Imdiko Hadlez was as beautiful as his clan leader was handsome. His boyishly pretty face was framed by long jet-black hair. Bared from the waist up as the rest were, his body was the least chiseled of the trio, but powerful. “Such a lovely captive,” he sighed.
“Let’s find out if she can be tempted to willing surrender.” This from Nobek Selt. He was stunning in his own right, more ruggedly so than Deram. His heavily muscled chest was typical of a warrior Nobek: criss-crossed by scars that somehow leant him greater attractiveness than he would have possessed without them. Maybe it was the hint of danger he wore like a second skin despite a slight smile that Blythe found so entrancing.
Selt licked a finger and traced one of her pert, flushing nipples. The wet cooled her flesh in the space station’s temperature-regulated air, but flames stoked high in Blythe’s chest, belly, and sex. Hadlez repeated the action on her other breast, and she jerked uncontrollably. Hadlez chuckled, and Selt growled low and sexy in his throat. They rubbed her small mounds, warming them. Her jerks were in reaction to the fire burning in her, not attempts to escape.
They played while Deram continued to stroke her pussy, spreading wetness from clit to her back hole. She grew more sensitive by the second at the careful, non-painful pinches to her nipples. At gentle scratches from trimmed nails. At tugs stretching her nipples to reddened points. Her legs moved fitfully in their shackles, held wide apart so she was unable to rub her thighs together.
To have done so would have banished the knowing fingers stroking her clit, folds, and ass. Deram’s fingertip teased her, barely breeching her clamoring womanhood before backing out. “So soft. So hungry to be loved,” he whispered.
She garbled a plea. She arched against the rental room’s hard wall when his thick finger invaded fully, sliding in easily. Her plea became a moan as desire shot through her.
He withdrew, and her ass thudded the wall as she thrust desperately a couple times. Deram popped her inner thigh in warning before using the fingers of both hands to spread her nether lips open. One of those calloused fingers circled her clit, occasionally rubbing over it, She quaked at the enthralling attention, growing further aroused by his firm strokes.
Endless, exciting minutes passed as the clanmates fondled and teased her. She quivered helpless in her chains. Passion wetted her inner thighs and Deram’s hands. She wondered if a puddle had formed beneath her. Her insides drew taut, every stroke leaving her desperate for the next. She trembled from head to toe, burning for her merciless captors.
Deram’s fingers, at least three, shoved in deep. At the same instant, his thumb massaged her clit. Pleasure detonated and kept exploding in surges as he pounded, his palm slapping her pussy. The others squeezed her nipples. What should have been pain was sheer rapture. Her shriek was muffled by the gag as climax had its way with her again and again.
