Thread: Crashed on Slythxx {darkest_fate&Zacki}

Kelli heard the explanation, though it made her skin crawl and her blood ran cold. Everything was really pointing toward these creatures using her and her crew mates as breeding sows, and she couldn't see a way to logically convince them otherwise. To make matters worse, there were barely veiled threats there, something about a race that actively would kill them should the circumstances be different. Kelli could feel a sweat already building upon her skin, which just served to remind her of how very thirsty she was. What? oh, clothes that's what we call them, explained Kelli. She paused to swallow. We wear them for a variety of reasons, really. Our specific ones label us as members of the space exploration force that I mentioned. They also help protect us from the environment our skin isn't as durable as yours. Some of the time we use them like plumage, to attract attention or mates, and sometimes for status. Kelli tried a shrug, as best she could given the bindings. She looked like she'd explain more, but his hand had caressed her. The girl shuddered and tensed, her explanation stopping for a moment as a scaled claw touched her sex. Soon enough though, it was traveling upward, the questions continuing. Amelia winced as the alpha used her tongue as a towel. He sounded displeased, and she guessed it was because she hadn't jumped to obey his order. She mentally cursed herself for not thinking better. It had just been so humiliating that she'd gone with her gut. If she wanted to get out of this alive, intact, and hopefully with both her surviving crew members, then she'd have to learn to humiliate herself a little. she tried averting her eyes and looking shameful now, wanting to show just how sorry she was. The two conversed as Kelli was explaining the girl paused her explanation, let the alpha go, and continued, though she watched Amelia as the captain left. Amelia didn't struggle as they picked up her table, simply laying still. Her eyes followed the alpha, trying to read his body language as best she could quite the difficult task, given the alien species. She was placed in a room, and Amelia spent only a few moments studying it before returning her attention on the alpha. He dismissed the servants, and the two were left alone for the first time. Amelia wisely held her tongue, though she knew she had to look very much like someone who wanted to say something. The alpha spoke she listened. Amelia didn't necessarily agree with willfully disobeying, but she winced nonetheless. Best not to argue with the large, sentient creature who had you strapped to a floating table. A lengthy explanation of technology followed, and Amelia nodded. He was going to punish her with that, to some degree she understood that much. He shifted then, and Amelia thought that perhaps the punishment was coming. To her surprise, he unchained her. For a brief moment, she tensed, as though she would fight back. Her will took over though, reminding her that she needed to at least pretend to play along. So she became limp, pliant, letting the alpha move her body into whatever position he wanted. Her arms were chained to a rod, and raised to the ceiling. the woman gasped as she stretched, feeling the material of her suit pushing her breasts upward. Soon, she was hanging, ready for whatever the alpha had in mind. It sounded like Pat was accomplishing just what she wanted. Whitie, Theta, whatever the hell he was called, had his pride wounded by Pat's barbs. She grinned in an almost manic way at the lizard man. Yeah, wouldn't want to break your leader's new toy on the first playtime, would you? What Whitie came back with nearly made Pat giggle. She'd been dealing with the standard blonde jokes for most of her life. It certainly hadn't helped that she'd always been a pretty girl. It had been sweet blonde angel to teenage hellcat to the current rambunctious woman there now. To hear those standard insults from this creature was just laughable. Right, they totally just dominate us. Boy, have you got that one right, she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. she tensed at Whitie's command, her eyes on the lizard who'd brought her in. It didn't surprise her in the slightest that he pinned her down before tearing off the tight space suit. Like all the crew, she wore the standard undergarments underneath. Hers happened to consist of brilliant silver bra and thong, both of which had the most advanced clasps that could be managed. Not that Pat expected to be left with even those scant bits of covering for now. She struggled and growled all the while, even as they began attaching her to the perverted bondage equipment.