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The Prize
by Marlissa (evil@bay.com)
***
Captured to fight for the entertainment of alien
species, or is "fight" quite the right word? (MG, nc,
sci-fi)
***
The red light from 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 mate 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 okay?" 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."
***
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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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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