Thread: Crashed on Slythxx {darkest_fate&Zacki}

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.