Free Taking Tilly by Stacey St. James Page B

The climax that hit her was so hard she screamed and
kept screaming because he refused to stop as long as her body
convulsed and it couldn’t stop with him pulling at her
clit.
    It stopped when she blacked out—he
stopped.
    She was struggling for breath when the
commander aligned his cocks and thrust into her, ignoring the
painful resistance of her still spasming flesh. She felt as if he’d
torn his way into her, shredded her channel as his second had
shredded her clit and outer lips.
    And the worst was yet to come, because
his pounding rhythm caught her before she could hit bottom and
carried her upward to a climax that was even harder than the one
she’d had with his second.
    She was hoarse and weeping by the time
he came.
    She didn’t know if it was better or
worse that she’d screamed herself hoarse by the time his second
impaled her and pounded into her until she climaxed
again.
    She was nearly senseless by the time
the third man began to fuck her and totally oblivious long before
they began round two.
    Well, not totally
oblivious.
    Unfortunately, she could still feel
and her body was still responding, weakly, to the pounding thrusts
against her g-spot. She’d, thankfully, passed beyond being able to
come hard—or to scream. Her body still wracked her with
convulsions, but they were far milder.
    And she was still relieved when they
finished with her and left.
    She didn’t try to get up to save face
when they left her. She allowed exhaustion to overtake her and
carry her off to know-nothing land.

Chapter Eleven
    Except for certain, unexplainable,
circumstances, many of the women had almost become convinced that
they were being duped with some weird, elaborate hoax by the time
they arrived at their destination.
    That ‘rumor’ arose weeks into
captivity when the women had gone through despair, terror, a false
sense of worth—meaning some or maybe all of them had stupidly
convinced themselves that they were girlfriends—and then ugly
enlightenment.
    After the final lesson in
‘you are a toy/ a slave and nothing more’, they settled into a
routine of sorts. There were no favorites.
    Women were chosen at random. The men
came together, picked one woman or sometimes two or three and took
them off to do whatever they wanted to them. Apparently, as long as
they didn’t cause any permanent damage it didn’t matter what they
did, and maybe it was actually encouraged that they do their worst
so that the women completely understood their situation.
    The second, Tilly discovered, was a
borderline sado-masochist—well actually sadist, she supposed. She
couldn’t see that he wanted pain himself, but he didn’t care if he
inflicted it.
    Actually, she wasn’t entirely certain
that he enjoyed inflicting pain. For the most part, she thought he
was simply unaware of much beside the pursuit of his pleasure once
he got started.
    Except when he’d been angry with her
and she thought then he’d deliberately hurt her to teach her a
lesson.
    But she thought of him as ‘borderline’
because one of the men—the lowest, apparently, on the totem
pole—was apparently totally in to sexual torture in a big
way.
    Within a week of him being given full
access, every woman there was terrified of him—except the ones that
discovered they had a hunger for being tortured.
    Tilly was just relieved that he seemed
to prefer the ones who enjoyed it and that there were some who
did.
    She didn’t and she was glad he gravitated toward the ones who’d
clearly enjoyed their sessions with him.
    Sadly, the rumor had arisen (the
author completely ignoring the physical differences between the
aliens and humans) and become very popular just about the time they
arrived at their destination and discovered that, not only was the
situation completely authentic and not a hoax, but their nightmare
was just beginning.
    They knew something was up when they
were all herded down the corridor to the processing room. Most of
them were terrified to the point