Emma was having a hell of a day already. She leaned back in her chair and sighed a little, prompting some eyes to turn towards her. They were deep in Federation space. Literal light years away from home and that home itself was many, many light years from Earth, the origin of her species. Humans. She was feeling wistful today. Her mind was a mess.
George, her security officer, looked at her and smiled. Yes, today had truly been an absolute mess if George was smiling at her. He was a Kalaxian, and their humor ran towards the dark end of things, at almost all times.
Where to begin? Emma supposed the beginning was the best and the beginning began with her.
Her name was Emma Dubois, descended from the Dubois, directly from Earth. She grew up in Alpha Centauri, on a planet simply called Water. It had beautiful, absolutely beautiful, beaches. It was one of the rare paradise worlds. Perfect for life, even more than Earth ever was. Breathable air, barely any terraforming needed, and humans reported simply feeling better and happier on them than elsewhere, even on Earth. A quirk of the universe.
So it had shocked her family and friends when she had firmly and solidly gotten sick of the world, growing up. She wanted to be out here, among the stars. Exploring the vast unknown. She had trained hard at the academy, entered into the Federation military branch, and became a Captain of a scout ship. Exploration. It had all seemed so rosy at the time and her tight knit group had seen many planets, stars, and more. Their work was important but also routine and boring almost. Advanced AI technically made them obsolete, except it wasn’t like they were exploring randomly. If you did that, you’d find nothing but space till the death of the universe. They followed signals, signs, calculations, etc. Their destinations always ended in reaching something.
She resisted the urge to sigh again. It really wasn’t like her. She loved her crew, the different species, the new people she met. She loved exploration. She had even been blessedly lucky to see a non-contact world once! It had put her whole life in perspective. Normally, even she knew she could be a bit much, but she was just the type to smile and laugh a lot.
Not today.
She got up and stretched. She was a bit proud of her body, to be honest. It was easy to give up exercise when you spent most of your time sitting in a chair. She was caucasian, slim, with a nice shade of hair between blonde and brown. Sure, only part of that wasn’t simply due to genetics, but she still enjoyed looking nice, who wouldn’t?
“Captain.” George called.
Yes yes, she was stalling.
Today had gone to shit immediately. For starters, the coffee machine had broken. That was a bad sign. Call it superstition, call it fact, but everything always started terrible whenever the coffee machine broke.
Next, they’d been diverted from heading to a new planet, to some ‘odd’ signals within a few lightyear jumps. Incredibly close, relativistically speaking. It could be sign that the planet they were heading to had a spacefaring race. That was good and bad. Good, because that was amazing and Emma had immediately begun to go over her protocols for meeting a new species and making sure her translator programs were working. Bad, because she had an absolutely terrible feeling about this.
They had jumped into the system, only to immediately and with great prejudice be attacked. It wasn’t like the movies, there wasn’t any shaking or fire or anything like that. Just alarms. Blaringingly loud alarms. She thought it was going to be the last thing she ever heard.
Reports had streamed in from her terrified crew, screens popping into her vision and a few even fizzling out, suggesting sensor damage. In moments, the reports were in. They were still alive, for starters, but they’d been fully disabled. The second part was no surprise, they were a scout ship, not a war vessel. She didn’t know who would be brazen enough to attack a Federation ship, but that very brazen nature only made her more terrified.
She had sat there, heart beating a mile a minute, fear and shock radiating off her. She had done simulations of an ambush, half a decade ago, and she’d felt the exact same way. Except now it was real, and her life and the lives of everyone she had come to know and care about on her ship were in danger.
They had been hailed and her mind had switched gears, preparing, readying to surrender. Only to nearly lose the conversation immediately when the video from the other ship showed exactly who she was talking to.
Reptilian. Bipedal. Xaosi. Sometimes referred to simply as ‘The Lizard Men’. All people have stories but the Xaosi were the boogeymen of space. They had never been seen, at least as far as she was aware, or contacted. They had merely found signs of signs, a few hints here and there from desolated planets, etc etc. The pure lack of information and the destruction of a colony had merged together.
And now they were here. And hostile.
“Surrender.” Came a reptilian hiss, surprisingly translated into English a moment later. The speaker was an imposing looking lizard man. Bronze colored scales covered him, some edging closer to white in some areas. His head jutted forward, rounded, like that of an iguana. Even with his mouth closed, she could still tell his mouth was full of razer sharp teeth, especially in that single moment when he had hissed.
Two arms, two legs, a broad chest, and the only piece of clothing on him seemed to be a kind of tabard from the waist down. It was an interesting clothing choice, showing off his scaly legs and clawed feet. There were many races out there in the galaxy but this one gave her pause. Most races stuck to a surprisingly humanoid aesthetic, but this one was one of the furthest ones away from that, that she’d seen.
Slitted orange eyes stared her down, more akin to that of a dragon than what’d she first think of on a lizard.
It took Emma a moment to find her voice.
“Hostile craft. You have attacked-”
“Surrender.” Came the voice, with quite a bit more fury in it than it held a second ago. An angry hiss, it seemed, crossed species boundaries.
Emma’s mouth thinned into a line.
“We surrender.” She finally said. The decision wasn’t hard to make, they were dead otherwise.
“You will all be moved to our ship, while we wait for negotiations.”
Emma’s eyes widened in panic. That was one of the worst possible outcomes, outside dying straight away. Having her entire crew imprisoned…
“That should not be necessary.” She said. George turned an eye towards her. The Xaosi captain visibly grew angrier from her words. Emma continued before negotiations were ruined.
“I am the Captain of this ship. Holding me prisoner and letting my crew go should more than suffice for negotiations.”
George, her security officer, actually opened his mouth to protest but managed to shut it at the last moment. He was not the captain and this was not the time.
The Xaosi Captain, who she’d not even gotten the name of, narrowed his eyes at her. Which was frankly horrifying, like she was a bug being examined. A smile stretched across his face the next moment, which was much more horrifying.
“Fine. We will dock and you will come on my ship. Your ship will go fetch your people. Faster this way.”
He was right. Their distress signal, this far out, would mean it would take months before a ship came to investigate, let alone the kind the Xaosi probably wanted. With her ship allowed to leave, even with the damage, it should only take a few weeks to bring people back.
Weeks she would have to be a prisoner. She was not looking forward to it. But it was better than her whole crew having to suffer an unknown fate.
The Xaosi captain didn’t wait for her reply, immediately cutting the connection.
And that brought everything back to now. Where she was stalling.
“Stay safe Captain.” Was all George said as she headed towards the air lock. The other crew members could barely meet her eyes. They felt ashamed, she could tell.
“It’ll be fine George. You make sure everyone here stays safe. I’ll see you all in a few weeks.”
Emma was nervous but also glad. The universe was dangerous, especially when every destination was an actual destination. It wasn’t the first time danger had popped up, even if it was the first time they had been attacked. And she’d made sure her crew would survive and even better, escape. She comforted herself with what the Xaosi had said. Negotiations.
The Federation would negotiate, that was for sure. She would be back in safe hands soon enough. She just had to be patient.
That was what her mind told her. Her heart was screaming at her in worry and her nerves were getting the best of her. Moments ago, she had been attacked, forced to negotiate with only a rumored species, and about to become their prisoner on a strange alien ship. Would they have good food? Decent beds? Hell, what about the atmosphere on the ship itself? Celiac’s kept their temperature at nearly freezing, would the Xaosi have it be desert levels of hot and more humid than a rainforest? The unknown was terrifying, especially as stood before an airlock as the hostile ship docked.
As the airlock opened, she was strongly reminded that things could be known and be just as scary.
On a screen, the Xaosi captain had been intimidating and strange.
In person, he was absolutely horrifying to behold. He stood at seven feet tall, peering down at her, with claws that she just knew could shred through her. To say nothing of his mouth… a brief terror that he would simply bend down and literally bite her head off popped in and she had to resist her animalistic urges to run away.
She had met many other species. But none that seemed so monstrous.
He hissed, loud and deep, and at the same time, natural sounding English flowed out from a small device around his neck. It was the same voice from earlier, deep and commanding. Cruel, even.
“Come. You are now a prisoner under Xaosi law.”
Emma nodded and followed. Part of her was in disbelief, even more so as she saw the crew members around the captain. They were all a head above her, at least, and she considered herself at least slightly tall for a woman. They all wore nearly nothing, simply the tabards around their waist, showing off most of their body and form. Scales covered thick forms. She wasn’t positive, but she was fairly sure they were all male. The range of colors was interesting, as most of the guards had green scales. Only the captain seemed to have bronze. Racial leadership perhaps?
As she followed along, into their ship, features began to pop out. A new fresh wave of terror engulfed her. It was dark. Not pitch black darkness, but all of the lighting was dim and the air was humid. The ship walls seemed more like they were made by obsidian or some type of dark volcanic rock than any kind of metal.
It rang as sinister to her.
She continued to follow the captain, as he seemed to be giving orders. Non-verbally. He looked at his guards and they all seemed to move at once, going to their different stations. He pointed at one Xaosi that nearly made her jump out of her skin. He hadn’t seen him approach, at all. He wasn’t there one second and was there the next. Already, the dark walls and lack of lighting were cause for concern.
“Fullice, command the ship.”
Fullice, or at least that was their english translation, simply nodded and left as swiftly as he’d shown up. The Captain looked back at her, and then continued forward. Emma took a deep breath, and continued with him. She was most likely being taken to the holding cells. This was clearly a military ship, there was no way they didn’t have them.
Their destination didn’t take long. She rode what could only have been an elevator upwards, a blessedly brief affair, and then into a room, always with the captain in front of her. The trick of lighting made it seem as though the captain disappeared the moment he entered. She followed into the dark abyss and the moment she did, she felt something cold and metallic clamp around her neck.
Her eyes widened and she tried to back away, only to nearly stumble as felt a pull on her neck.
She looked down in panic and saw a thin metal wire, trailing from her neck to… the captain’s hand. A captain that was smiling, on his lizard face, revealing more and more teeth.
A leash. She had been leashed.
That wasn’t the only thing that popped out to her. She wasn’t in a prison or any kind of holding cell. She looked right, despite the lizard man that was staring down at her. Because to her right she saw… a bed. Oh it was a bit alien, made of strange materials and shaped oddly, but there are only so many ways to make a bed.
“W-What… What is the meaning of this?!” Emma practically squealed out, terror causing her voice to raise in pitch.
For a moment, a single moment, she honestly thought the Xaosi captain was going to hit her… and then he began to laugh. Loud, alien, a horrible kind of hissing guffaw. It would haunt her nightmares. He turned back to her and she saw nothing but happy cruelty in his eyes.
“Foolish human. You are a prisoner under Xaosi law. And prisoners…” He licked his lips, something new sparking in his gaze. “Prisoners are free to use.”
The meaning dawned on Emma Dubois with cold despair. She had believed in basic sentient decency. The Xaosi had none. Their prisoners… had no rights at all. The captain began to walk towards the bed and she saw something that made her mind freeze, her blood run cold, and her consciousness nearly white out.
Something hard was pushing against the Captain’s tunic as she turned. Something long.
Bed. Free use. Something long. Emma was no idiot but the realization was too much, too horrible, for her mind to connected the pieces.
Until she felt a tug on her collar.
She backed away, hyperventilating, panic overtaking her, as she fiercely grabbed for her neck, trying to get the collar off.
“No! No no no no! D-don’t, NO! NO!” She screamed, hands trying to free her, uselessly. She tugged on the wire, trying to get it off, trying to break free of this horrible nightmare.
The lizard captain merely pulled, and she was yanked forward. He made it to the bed and pulled hard this time, nearly causing Emma to faceplant into the ground. He grabbed her then, and his cold reptilian scales against her flesh wrapping around her arm, nearly broke her. She began to punch and kick and fight, tried to pull her arm away, tried to think of some way out of this.
All in vain.
Her attack didn’t seem to so much as tickle the captain, the captain she didn’t even know the name of. He grabbed her collar and let go of her arm.
And then raised it into the air.
Emma was choking. She couldn’t breathe, as she was raised by the neck. Her legs helplessly kicked out, as an entirely new kind of fear wormed its way inside her. She stared, stared into lustful, cruel, evil eyes as she began to die.
“Know your place.” Came a hiss.
And then her back slammed into a bed, as she could suddenly breathe again. She gasped, hands going to her neck, as she tried to scramble away from the creature that had almost killed her. There was nowhere to go, her back was towards a wall and her leash was so, so short.
“Y-You can’t do this! The Federation won’t-” Emma stopped in mid sentence, as claws moved faster than she could see. They were inches from her face and her heart beat like a drum, as cold sweat poured down her back. Too much, too fast. This, this couldn’t be happening.
Slowly, contemptuously easy, those traveled down her body, clinking off her collar, and then meeting her clothes.
And kept going.
A tearing and cutting sound could be heard, as a long gash opened on them, all the way down. Her shirt, her uniform, her bra, her pants and underwear, all cut through. Only a miracle or incredible control kept those claws from tearing through her flesh with even more ease.
The Captain pulled again on her leash, pulling her up. She stared into the literal maw of the beast, down what seemed like a horrible abyss, nothing but a massive tongue and sharp teeth to accompany her. She could smell his hot humid breath, pouring around her, as he opened his mouth wide. For the third time, in as many minutes, she felt like she was going to die. When that giant maw closed, and a quick forceful hiss was heard, she felt like she’d been given a stay of execution.
Words repeated themselves once more.
“Know. Your. Place.” The Captain commanded this time.
Emma didn’t move. The fear of death, of dismemberment by claw, asphyxiation by choking, or simply being eaten like breakfast, kept her frozen solid, heart beating so hard she thought it might be what killed her first.
The Captain let go of the wire for a moment and Emma still did not move. It wasn’t any sort of logic, she was just too scared too. The captain grabbed the remains of each side of her clothing, and pulled. Pulled and tore, where needed. In moments, the humid air was caressing her skin, as she was left in barely tatters, her breasts and pussy on full display.
In the next moment, the captain practically ripped off his tabard, revealing a penis unlike any Emma had ever seen. It was… scaly. Hard and scaly but oh so human like beyond that. It had ridges and more than that, the sight of it re-awoke Emma’s original fears. Brought her back away from when death was only an inch away. In a way, it was a cruelty. Death or the fear of it at least, might have been easier to survive.
“P-Please.” Emma begged, despair coloring her words in deep emotion. “P-Please don’t do this to me. I-”
The Xaosi Captain only responded with an unmistakable smirk on reptilian lips.
Emma felt… vulnerable. Defenseless. But mostly in shock. Too much, too fast. Less than an hour ago she had been crossing through space without a care in the world, excited for heading to a new planet. Now, she was somewhere dark, damp, naked. Her clothes in tatters around her body. A cold metal collar around her neck. And a lizard man, seconds away from-
The Xaosi grabbed her leg, squeezing tight. Hard enough that it hurt. Then pulled, dragging her across the bed, to the foot of it. Panic and her fight or flight kicked in again, landing on fight this time. She tried to kick, landing a solid strike into the Xaosi’s dick, but it hardly seemed to care. It let out a little hiss, one that sounded like a snort, and grabbed her other leg, moving it to the side. He raised her other leg into the air, flipping her onto the side in the process, giving him an easy opening. Emma was babbling, screaming, she didn’t know when she had begun. She hadn’t even noticed. She noticed now, as she tried to find the words to stop this. To save herself.
“The Federation will kill you! Stop! STOP! Don’t-!”
Emma’s world erupted, as something hard slammed into her, ramming itself deep into her in one go. She let out a gasp of shock and pain, her pupils shaking like she’d just been slammed into the ground, as a hint of other feelings traveled up her nerves. It was like a bomb had gone off inside her. As her mind reeled from the sudden onslaught her body was telling her, the pain and intensity as if she had just been skewered, more information started to flood in. The feeling of rigidity, the fullness, the feeling of her wrapping around distinct ridges. The Xaosi captain was deep inside her.
She didn’t even have time to scream before she felt him pulling out, each scale and ridge rubbing against her. Her body shook, involuntarily. It was like a snake, slithering out of her. Disgust filled her, even as her mind tried to recover, to pull back. In a way, her mind was trying to retreat, to get away from what was happening. The Xaosi captain wouldn’t give her that luxury.
He had been testing the waters before, but now, his grip tight on her leg, he thrust again, slamming hard enough into her that her whole body shook and vibrated.
Emma Dubois, screamed. She screamed and yelled and fought, but in vain. The Xaosi captain plunged himself in and out of her with wild abandon, treating her like little more than a toy. Soon, Emma’s screamed lost coherency, lost words, as they morphed into grunts and cries and moans. The worst part, a small sane part left inside Emma said, the worst part was the violation. That she was being violated, used, like a toy. That she was forced to feel a small amount of pleasure travel up her spine and into her brain. Forced to have moans escape her mouth, along with her cries for it to stop. For it all to stop.
It didn’t. Every moment, every second, she could feel him, feel him rub against her with hid ridged dick, feel him hit her cervix, and practically tear himself out of her. Feel his arm around her leg, still holding it high in the air. Feel the cold collar around her neck as her body heated up in the warm humid air.
It felt like an eternity, an awful, horrible, eternity. And then she felt her body betray her. A louder moan than usual stretched out across the room, as she was forced to the point of orgasm. Tears fell, as the captain didn’t stop, didn’t care.
Finally, after what Emma felt was a torture that would never end, she felt a minor explosion. Without warning, the beast had cum inside her. She could feel it now, heating her up, so much hotter than normal cum. So hot that it was impossible to ignore, as it flowed down and out of her.
Out of her.
Because the Xaosi captain had finally pulled out.
Emma laid there, defeated, crying, moaning in myriad of feelings and emotions. No matter what, a small part of her screamed, that last sane part, it was over. It was over.
She felt a tug on her collar, on her leash, and was forced to turn sideways, face to the bed. She felt hands grip her from behind and fear and panic warred with exhaustion, as she weakly tried to get away, to struggle a little more.
A hiss came from behind her, it sounded both cruelly amused and exasperated.
“Humans.” The word was practically spit out. “They never know their place. We still have a few more weeks of fun until we can trade you for something more. Your crew would have been nice but one human is much easier to manage.”
Cold dread and the smallest hint of warmth warred in that moment. Weeks. Weeks. A scream wanted to rise, and it did, but it was joined by a simple fact. She’d saved her crew. She’d sacrificed herself, so they wouldn’t have to suffer this horrible, horrible fate. Just as it was growing, just as the light in the darkness was shining deeply, giving her mind sanctuary after such a horrible event, she felt the two hands from behind pull her backwards. She felt it, as her asshole was lined up with something hard and still nearly scorching hot.
As reality reasserted itself, that small sane part of Emma Dubois gave up completely, joining the rest of her in merely screaming, as the Xaosi captain began to once more play with his toy.
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