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 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 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." ****************************************

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