Collected by Djian
updated jan 25 2008
Other stories by Marlissa
The Prize
By Marlissa
(m/f, nc, alien abduction)
(Marlissa) Date: 1996/11/28
The red light of the two suns blast a fiery breath over the Plain of
Pain, causing the two sisters from Earth to avert their eyes from the
blinding orange light. They both hung limply from the Prize Posts at
opposite ends of the enclosed arena on top of Hover Platforms high above
the Arena of Battle. Their nearly nude bodies perspired in the alien heat,
and from time to time bucked rebelliously against their plasti-cuffs.
"Quite attractive in their own way, are they not Tarok?" the Pleasure
Lord inquired.
The Warlord grunted, the scaly gills on his neck snapping shut with a
click. "Indeed they are, Quinnax. Their smoothness is revolting at first,
then," his long tongue slipped in, then out, "it grows on you. And the
other animals find them attractive. Probably why all the Prize animals
come from Earth."
Through his almond-shaped black eyes, he considered the animals from
Earth. They were siblings, young in Earth terms, being just sixteen and
seventeen Solar years. They had both been taken and stripped, then
re-dressed in garb designed to engage the interests of their champions.
The older one, a long yellow haired female wore a pink chasti-thong,
regulated by the Pleasure Lord's wrist console. Her healthy breasts were
covered by a matching pink Chest Harness. Tarok had mentally named her
"Sira"-- the word for "toy." Her sibling struggled fiercely in her own
chasti-thong and chest harness, though this bitch had considerably smaller
breasts and her hair was less pure yellow, with streaks of brown. He had
named her "Ivi"-- the word for the small pesky tree-dwelling rodent her
struggling reminded him of. Both wore training collars and were tagged
with Ident Chips, as Animal Control regulations required.
"The crowds are gathering. Will you initiate the Call To Perform soon?"
Tarok pressed, anxious to see the entertainment begin.
The Pleasure Lord had noted the growing hum of the hovercraft that now
floated expectantly over the Plain of Pain. The gathering of spectators
was growing noisome and Quinnax let his taloned digit fall on the red
button that signaled the Call To Perform. From opposite ends of the Arena
two hovercages emerged from holding pens. In each raged two male figures,
naked but for the black chasti-thongs and training collars they both wore.
One was black, the other white, each with bloodshot eyes, hugely muscled
and growling animal-like from between the protective enviro-field of the
hovercages.
Tarok smiled. "This is new. Behavior-alteration?"
Quinnax nodded, his tail looping up and into the dust. It always did
that when he was pleased with himself. "Yes, simple testosterone boosting
actually. Wears off after a day and a night. I did it to avoid what
happened at the last contest."
Tarok snickered. "You'd better avoid it!" he thought. The last contest
had ended lamely when the two bucks had refused to perform. They were both
destroyed at the insistence of the crowd.
Quinnax waved his green talon at the cynical Warlord. "I know what
you're thinking. But I did myself one better. I used the Time Transponder
to pull these two beasts from earlier in earth history so there's no chance
of sympathetic behavior. They are from the Neolithic Age of earth
development-- vicious and very promising!"
Tarok looked at the two. They looked brutal and merciless. Quinnax
might yet hold onto his position as Pleasure Lord yet! His black eyes
flattened out in pleasure as the hovercages halted and Quinnax flew
vertically upward to begin addressing the crowd.
"Citizens! I welcome you to the Plain of Pain for an enjoyable
experience watching these creatures battle and fight for our pleasure! As
your Pleasure Lord, I now initiate this performance!"
Clawed hands pounded out a thunderous ovation which took the Pleasure
Lord by surprise. Evidently they were eager for action after the last
debacle. Fine he would give it to them!
"Here are our two Champions, who will battle for the Prizes you see!" he
pointed at the two wriggling female earthlings, who in turn looked in
horror at the two snarling men.
"First, Blackie!" Quinnax hovered near to the first hovercage and
touching his personal console, deactivated the cage holding the black male,
who dropped to the dusty floor of the Arena. He stood up unsteadily, his
jet black skin glistening in the orange light.
Quinnax continued. "Blackie is a human male, aged twenty years. He is
from the Neolithic Age and while fully sentient, he is primitive and
vicious-- a most combative performer for you! On your knees Blackie! Show
the crowd what a good human boy you are for your Master!"
Blackie looked uncomprehendingly at the superior reptilian-like being
that snapped his serpent tongue so high above him. He grunted and shook
his fists instead.
Quinnax wagged his talon. "Bad boy! Now I will have to punish you!"
And with that a digit firmly pressed a yellow button on his console.
Blackie screamed and clutched at his black chasti-thong, trying to remove
it. Quinnax again waved his taloned hand down. Blackie obediently knelt
at once.
"Good pet human! Good Blackie! Now stay there and I will introduce you
to your playmate!"
The Pleasure Lord floated over to the struggling white male and likewise
let him fall to the hard ground. "And here is Whitey! Good boy Whitey!
Isn't he pretty? Another human male, this one from a tribe in the northern
part of the planet. Whitey, you kneel for Master too!" he lowered his hand
and the young white male lowered himself to his knees, looking at the black
some hundred yards away. There was psychotic rage in his eyes for Blackie
and vice versa.
"And what are Blackie and Whitey fighting for? Why just look at the
pretty young females waiting for them should they win!" He floated over to
the older blonde, and ran his claws through her long blonde hair.
"P-please! Don't touch me! P-p-please let me go home!" she shrieked,
turning away from the alien being.
The crowd chuckled, hearing her pleas on the Universal translator
speakers. Quinnax followed suit, working the audience. "Quiet, pretty
bitch! Don't you wish to mate with Blackie or Whitey? Which would you
prefer as a lover? Be careful you choose the winner though!"
The blonde shook. "Nooo! No! No! No! I'm Catherine Anne Jenkins and
an American! You let me go now! P-please!" Her cries dissolved into
sobbing as the creature continued to fondle her, now groping her breasts
through the plastic that now housed them.
"To add flavor, I've pulled these two human bitches from the later half
of the twentieth century. They are the softest of the species and most
attractive. So Blackie and Whitey will fight all the harder to possess
them!"
Catherine screamed again as she heard the alien explain her fate to the
crowd. "God, no! Anyone, please! have mercy!"
The crowd tittered at this and Quinnax maneuvered near the other
short-haired dirty blonde girl. He cupped the younger girl's smaller
breasts, his narrow, forked tongue tsk-tsking.
"Catherine!" the girl begged her sister, "Get this thing off me!"
"Linda!" the other girl cried miserably.
Quinnax backhanded the sixteen year-old with his scaly skin, drawing a
red welt on her cheek. "'Thing' indeed! My species is fifty light years
ahead developmentally from yours! Show such disrespect again and I'll
vaporize your tongue!"
The girl clamped her mouth shut and the alien continued, turning to the
crowd. "This one is small breasted," he squeezed her breast and she winced
in pain, "but full of energy for mating, I'm sure! Well, now that we're
have all the animals ready, we may begin!"
Quinnax reappeared at Tarok's elbow. "Well done, Pleasure Lord,"
complimented Tarok in a whisper. The public official unctuously slurped
out a smile and continued. "Now if the hero of our fleet, Warlord Tarok
will do the honors, we will put the animals in play!"
With theatrical majesty, Tarok raised his jeweled baton and lowered it.
Quinnax hit two buttons on his console and the two young males leaped into
the air in pain.
"Here we go!" whispered Quinnax excitedly.
The two males eyed one another warily and Quinnax gave them another
jolt. It inspired Whitey to leap at the black, charging at him head first.
Blackie was caught in the stomach and fell backward with a thud. Whitey
took advantage and pressed the attack, charging again, but Blackie's foot
caught his leg and sent him sprawling. The crowd cheered lustily,
reptilian sucks and clicking talons indicating their pleasure.
Once again the two combatants rose shakily and considered one another,
grunting in pain and rage. Blackie shot out a fist and caught the white in
the square of the jaw. Whitey growled and retaliated with a flying kick in
the groin. Blackie flew backwards and lay still. Again Whitey pressed his
assault and again Blackie was too fast for him, rolling out of harm's way.
Whitey pivoted back and Blackie was ready. With pain redden eyes, he
threw himself at the white and the two rolled in a tight battlegrip, their
backs rolling on the tough gravely basin of the Arena. The crowd roared
again in amusement as White futiley tried to gouge Blackie's genitals
through the chasti-thong.
"We ought to let them go at it without the chasti-thongs sometime,"
suggested Tarok.
Quinnax nodded. He liked the idea.
The crowd was in a frenzy now. Blackie had pinned Whitey on his back
and was thrashing him without mercy. Whitey was sobbing and trying to ward
off the blows but it was clear he had lost the contest. Finally Quinnax
sensed the crowd growing bored with the action. He casually hit the
immobilize button on both animals, who stood frozen in time, Blackie's hand
raised against the defenseless Whitey. Again he addressed the crowd.
"Citizens! We have a winner! Blackie has earned his prize! But what
fate shall befall Whitey? Vaporization or the Animal Shelter? You be the
judge!"
"Vaporization!" the crowd roared in unison. Quinnax smiled, hit a
purple button and watched the white male disintegrate into a fine dust.
"And now let us see which bitch Blackie wishes to mate with!"
Blackie "unfroze" and fell on his face, looking in amazement at the
small white pile of dust in front of him. He looked at Quinnax, then fell
to his knees and averted his eyes.
"That's a good boy Blackie! But don't worry! I won't vaporize such a
good animal! In fact I'm going to reward you for being such a tame beast!
I'm going to mate you!"
Catherine and Linda sobbed, impotently struggling against their bonds.
Slowly they floated to the floor of the Arena.
"Go choose your mate, animal! Go on Blackie-- take a girl!" Quinnax
ordered, pointing at the two bound white teenagers.
Blackie gave a feral smile to his master and ran to the younger girl.
Linda squirmed away as Blackie licked her face and smelled her. The crowd
laughed as he pulled on her small breasts, then disgustedly walked away.
"Blackie doesn't like the younger sow, citizens. Maybe the animal with
the bigger mammary glands will attract him."
And as Quinnax said this, Blackie eagerly cupped the seventeen year
old's breasts and tried to pull off her Chest Harness.
"We have a mate, Citizens! But what of the young human bitch? Animal
shelter or vaporization?" Quinnax asked.
The crowd was clearly ready to call for vaporization, when Tarok pulled
at Quinnax'es elbow. "I'll take her," he requested. "She'll make a good
housepet once she's broken."
Quinnax wasn't thrilled at the Warlord's request. The crowd wanted to
see dust. But he was influential and likely to help him keep his position
as Pleasure Lord in exchange for such a paltry favor.
"Citizens! I spoke too soon! Warlord Tarok had previously asked me if
he might take the bitch! So she will have a second chance afterall!" He
waved the short-haired blonde's platform to Tarok and released her. Tarok
quickly leashed the flailing teen and administered an immobilization. The
teen stood frozen at his knees, her eyes wide open in fear looking at the
warlord and the activity about to take place on the rocky plain below.
"MATE! MATE! MATE! MATE! MATE!" the hovering audience demanded.
Quinnax raised his hand. "Yes, Citizens! Blackie had earned the
privilege to mount the female human! Blackie, take your prize!"
Catherine whined as her bounds popped off and she found herself looking
across the Arena at the victorious black. The huge young black man leered
at her and slowly made his way toward her. Catherine looked down and saw
that the plastic panty and bra that had been put on her had now fallen off.
Simultaneously Blackie's plastic jockstrap fell off two. Both were
completely nude. As if in grateful response, the black's cock popped up,
erect and pointed skyward. He smiled crudely at Catherine. She reacted by
running in the opposite direction.
The audience followed the lovechase with jeers and chuckles. Blackie
grew madder and madder as the small white girl ran from his arms and cock.
Tears ran down her face as she begged nonsensically for help from the
aliens observing her.
"Ah, human mating rituals are violent! Watch as the female both
attracts and resists the much stronger male! The buck is driven by the
scent of the bitch, who is now in heat! Soon he will mount her!" Quinnax
explained in the role of fascinated naturalist.
Blackie made a lunge at the fleeing white girl, caught her foot and
pulled her down. Sobbing, Catherine begged the black brute for mercy. But
Blackie's flushed face gave no sign of pity. Her small fists beat at him
even as he forced her on her stomach.
"God no, not that way! Please I'm a virgin! Don't! Don't-- Ieeeeh!!!"
The Pleasure Lord continued to narrate for the now quiet crowd. "As you
can see, this human male is ready to penetrate his mate. As is sometimes
the custom, this male is entering her from behind. Go Blackie, go Boy!"
The crowd repeated the cry as the young black began to rape the white
girl anally. "Go Blackie Go Blackie Go Blackie Go Blackie-"
Catherine went limp as he invaded her and Blackie reacted by smiling and
renewing the assault with vigor. She arched her back as he filled her with
the long black cock, which rammed in and out and in and out, like it would
never end, the whole nightmare would never, ever end--
"Are you really letting them mate, Quinnax?" Tarok asked. He petted his
new possession as he watched the humans bucking below.
Quinnax shook his head. "Oh, no! The females were spayed after they
were collected on Earth. I don't want them foaling-- just rutting!
Besides I think you'll like having her," he pointed down at the frozen
human girl," spayed. Especially as a housepet. They are much less trouble
that way. All you have to do is let them rut once in a while and it gets
it all out of their system. "
Tarok smiled as he let his clawed hand grasp the human girl's small
breast and squeeze absentmindedly. So firm, but so unsuited to foaling he
thought. It was just as well.
Linda, though frozen, heard and saw all. Housepet, she thought in
dawning horror. I'm going to be this monster's housecat. A tear escaped
from her eye and flowed down her cheek. The creatures didn't notice it at
all.
In the Arena, Blackie was almost through with his lover. In
satisfaction, he withdrew his slick cock from the white girl's
battered-down ass and stroked the limp thing. The crowd sniggered.
Catherine moaned in beaten humiliation, her long blonde hair splayed in the
dusty extraterrestrial soil, her face tear stained and lips swollen from
Blackie's kisses.
"Well, it looks like the human stud is finished with mounting our beauty
bitch! Kneel Blackie!" The human obeyed sullenly, still eyeing the pale
blonde teenager. As he did, Quinnax immobilized him and checked the time
on his personal console. Quinnax needed to wrap this up; the performance
had been a success and all was fine. Just one more decision needed to be
made.
"Well Citizens I'm sure we'll being seeing Blackie again! What a fine
specimen, hah?" the crowd murmured it's approval. "And what of his mate?
Did she amuse you?" Catherine looked up, her hands over her chest and
looking at the dust. Again, approving murmurs from the crowd. "Very well,
what shall we do with her then?"
Tarok was confused. "Won't you keep her as Blackie's mate?" he inquired
somewhat confused.
Quinnax turned back to him. "No, Tarok, they get too attached. It
makes them difficult to manage. We only allow human males one mating with
any human bitch. That way they mate well with any bitch we choose to mate
him with in the future. Chances are we will have him mate with a bitch so
she will foal, but not this one."
Tarok smiled doubtfully. "You mean they're naturally monogamous?
Doesn't their own history show that isn't true?"
Quinnax shrugged. "It's just a theory. And the facts are disputed.
Some zoologists say-- oh, but I've got to finish up." He turned back to the
crowd.
"What then shall we do with Blackie's mate? Vaporization," Catherine
hunched over and shook her head catatonically, "or Return?"
Again, Tarok indicated his confusion by pulling on Quinnax'es robe.
"Return? Isn't that dangerous? I thought we were going to keep them! I
mean maybe the humans would prepare against your 'collection' visits if--"
Quinnax showed his irritation at Tarok's ridiculous questions by
snapping shut his gills loudly. "Please Warlord-- I have a job to do here!
Anyway, humans are so backward and inferior a species that they don't even
believe facts when they have them! We've been collecting human pets for a
millennia and they refuse to believe even the ones that we send back to
them!"
Tarok growled and flicked his claws in mixed disappointment and anger.
"Well, I would have preferred the long-haired one if I had known THAT
Quinnax! This one is so-- small!" He flicked the teen girl's breasts with
his claws. Another tear flowed down her cheek.
Quinnax shook his long, lizard-like head. "Tarok, I'm sorry but the
crowd would be very angry if I substituted them now. You'll have to keep
the one you choose!"
Tarok sat back. In pique, he groped for the human bitch's nipple and
through the Chest Harness and twisted it viciously. Now Linda's face was
filled with tears, but still the two members of the mastering race paid no
attention.
"Let her go! Let her go! Let her go!" the crowd demanded.
Catherine pulled her head up from the ground. She looked up at her
younger sister and the eyes of the two teens connected over the distance of
the alien atmosphere. There was a sadness and yearning that connected them
that the crowd didn't see but Tarok did. He responded by yanking Linda's
leash down. "Heel, bitch." The immobilized teen fell to his feet and her
soft cheeks lay across his scaled feet.
The Pleasure Lord rose for the last time. "Well, your mating amused
your masters, bitch! So much so that you will be rewarded by being allowed
to return to your planet! Bye bye!"
Catherine rose quickly. "No, not yet! Not without my sister! I can't
leave without her! Linda, please!"
Quinnax gave the crowd a "can you believe this?" look, then hit a
button. Catherine, naked and trembling, was pulled in a thrumming halo of
green light upwards toward the two red suns till she disappeared.
"Thank you Citizens! See you at the next performance!" Quinnax bid the
crowd farewell and the hovercrafts sped off into the weird orange misty
sky.
Linda couldn't see it, but she knew her big sister was gone for good.
She would never see Catherine again. Suddenly she could move again and she
looked up at Tarok her new master. Her new owner. He smiled evilly.
"Come Ivi, I will show you your new home."
Linda began to rise, but Tarok's foot pressed her down. "On all fours
from this point on I think. Good bye Quinnax. See you soon!"
The Pleasure Lord nodded pleasantly. He was already thinking of the
stabling of the new human studling Blackie, who waited immobilized on the
Plain of Pain. He wondered how long Blackie would continue to amuse the
crowd before he too would be vaporized or sent home. *********************
Catherine was wild-eyed and screaming. The straightjacket and the nice
government people were taking her someplace she could get proper attention.
Mrs. Jenkins couldn't believe what those terrorists had done to her! All
this talk of UFOs and monsters! She had lost one daughter to these
terrorists and the other to insanity. She watched the van pull away and
she retreated to the house for her third Valium of the day.
Inside the van, Mulder watched as Sculley sedated the screaming girl.
"No, you bastards! Those fucking things have my sister! Goddamit!
Goddam--" Her head lolled then her eyes went into the back of her head.
"Is she o.k." asked Mulder.
Sculley shook her head. "For now? I guess. But eventually, who knows?
Telling her mother terrorists did this was good Mulder, -- at least she
won't wind up as a lab rat for them."
Mulder knew she was referring to the government people that seemed to
show up at X-file locations before they even knew about them. He nodded.
"How will she be?"
Sculley looked up. She was tired and depressed. "Fine, except that her
entire uterus has been removed. With surgical perfection."
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Linda heard the auto-door slide open. Master! She scampered toward the
door. It had been uncomfortable to walk on all fours, but the flexible
plastic braces on her knees and elbows wouldn't let her extend her legs or
arms. So she had learned to live with it. She looked up at Tarok,
whipping her neck back to get the long blond hair out of her face, and
smiled. She wished he would bring her back to the pet groomer. Her hair
was too long.
He patted her. "Little Ivi come to greet Master, I see!"
She wagged her bare butt so it looked like that was in fact what she was
doing and barked from the back of her throat. She couldn't speak anymore.
Master had decided lesser species shouldn't have the privilege of speech,
so he had removed her tongue. It hadn't hurt and speaking had just gotten
her punished but she missed it just the same. And she was kept nude now
because there was no reason for her to wear a chasti-thong since she had
been spayed.
"Hungry, Ivi?" he asked.
She responded by licking his scaly ankle. It meant Yes, Ivi is hungry,
Master.
Tarok walked to the food designer and typed in "Ivi." He placed a small
bowl marked "Ivi" underneath it and watched as the light brown mulch fill
the bowl. He placed it on the floor.
"Here you go, Ivi."
Linda wagged her butt again and stuck her face in the bowl, quickly
lapping up the neutral tasting nourishment. It was always the same meal
but she had grown accustomed to it. Food was life. And sometimes Master
fed her from the table as a treat, so it wasn't always the same thing.
Tarok watched indulgently as she licked her chops to get every little bit
of the mulch with her lips. He patted her.
"Let's go for your walk, girl. Come on, take the leash."
Ivi kept still as she felt the metallic leash being clipped to her
training collar and followed her master as she led her out into the orange
dusted plain for her to "do her business."
As Tarok led his pet along the pathway, he was surprised to see Quinnax
approach with Blackie!
"How nice to see you, my friend! I see you're walking your pet as am
I!" Quinnax noted.
Tarok nodded. "Yes, my Ivi needed some fresh air. How is your
Blackie?"
Quinnax pointed down to the leashed male who was sniffing at the naked
blonde teen. "Interested in your Ivi it looks like! Blackie, are you
interested in Ivi? Better watch out or my stud will give your bitch
kittens!"
Linda kept still as the young black male sniffed between her legs. It
was fun to be with another human and so she spread them to give him a
better view. Her puss was bare-- Master had the pet groomer permanently
remove it because he didn't want her shedding down there.
Tarok shook his head. "You spayed her, remember? Oh, look they're
kissing!"
And they were. Blackie strained at his leash to stick his tongue into
Linda's throat. Linda, lonely for human contact, nuzzled against his face,
smiling.
"Young love," Tarok quipped and Quinnax giggled.
Blackie, sensing his master's permission, circled behind the human bitch
and began humping behind her, his black bare thighs and Chasti-thong
slamming against Linda's butt. Linda responded by bucking in rhythm with
his dry hump.
"Shall we?" Tarok asked.
Quinnax thought for a bit. "Why not? Let me release his chasti-thong
so he can get at her."
Blackie smiled as the thong dropped off. At once he rammed his hard
cock right up inside the teen's ass from behind. Linda didn't like this
method of mating and began to whine in pain and buck, but Tarok held her
leash tight.
"Go on, bitch, keep your legs spread for your stud-- just like your
sister did, remember?" Tarok commanded his human dog-girl.
And remembering what it was like to be human so long ago, she smiled.
After awhile the anal rape didn't even hurt as much. Ivi even began to
hump back for Blackie.
"Look, she's in heat!" declared Quinnax. "How cute! We'll have to let
them play together more often! What a life they lead-- just laying about
the house all day and humping when they get out. Can you imagine?"
Tarok said, no he couldn't imagine. THE END
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