Ch. 1-Black Star

Tags: m/f, hum/sang, hum/kig-yar, con, dub-con, possible non-con.

Alena knew that somewhere, sometime, long ago, she could have been meant for great things, but she had a way of going off the well-traveled path. Call it the rebellious side of her.

Her family, though they had long ostracized her for skipping out of college and lighting her brother's house on fire (accidentally) would have been horrified to know she was now living in a backwater trash heap of a colony, and dressing like a total bimbo.

The real ringer was her extracurricular activities, She was certain that the fact that she was getting gang banged by various different kinds of aliens on a daily basis, would be enough to put her father's heart out of commission.

It had all started with a job application in the seediest city on the seediest colony around, at specifically an adult's club. This one was highly illegal most places, however, because the women inside were expected to be multi-talented…as they were pretty much prostitutes.

Forty years ago, aliens had been clashing with humanity to the death, and now they were perfectly okay with fucking a human, quite literally.

Though she wished some of them would show a little restraint at the process.

The sangheili grinding his cock against her face was impatient, and his hand kept pulling a little too eagerly at her hair. To put it simply, he was a giant asshole.

Every time he pulled her forward she winced at the pain in her scalp. It was hard enough to hold as still as she was, because there was also a very excited kig-yar pounding away at her back end.

Fucking aliens. That phrase could not be more literal than at that moment.

She moaned as the kig-yar picked up pace, his long hot tongue scraping against her neck as he breathed hard against her ear, his thighs slapping wetly against her bare ass.

Alena gagged wetly as the monstrous alien in front of her pushed forward hard, and she blinked back tears at the pain of the hair pulling again. She was afraid she'd vomit as he sought to reach the back of her throat with his cock head. He was not only an asshole, but he also tasted like dick.

She had long since found that humor helped her exist with some small amount of joy.

Finally the asshole in front of her came and she quickly lurched backwards. She managed to scream out in orgasm, spitting out what the sangheili managed to drop into her mouth just as the kig-yar finished himself with a sound like a hoarse cackle.

A minute of contorting on the ground with the remnant of her orgasm, Alena groaned, rolled over, and lay sprawled out across the cool stone of the floor.

"Stupid whore." The sangheili scoffed, as he stood over her body. She blinked up at him, flinching at the look of contempt on his face, his mandibles scissoring with his frustration, "You wasted my seed."

He probably meant the large soupy puddle in front of her, barely a finger stretch away, in which there was no way in hell she would have been able to swallow without choking to death, and she certainly wasn't going to lap at the floor like a dog.

Of course, because most of her customers were kinky pieces of shit, she wouldn't be surprised if he suggested it.

Conceited asshole…

"That." Alena gasped, as she sat up slowly, folding her legs under her carefully, already feeling sore, "Was unavoidable…sir."

It was club policy. All customers were to be referred to as sir or madam, mostly sir for her, because she did not sign on for any female on female acts because she didn't float that way. Sir was the basic response, but the customer was always right, so sometimes it would be an actual name, though this was rare.

Most sangheili had over inflated egos and would not let her look directly into their eyes, and some of the more assholey ones would make her call them master or kaidon, because apparently they had some exciting night fantasies they wanted to force on her.

The kig-yar was surprisingly tame. He merely warbled out a happy sound, brushed his long tongue against her neck again, one hand slyly squeezing her butt, and then left for the door with a skip in his step.

His crew member didn't follow. This sangheili with the too-commonly entitled attitude hesitated, arms crossed. He was looking at her expectantly. Because she wasn't allowed to quite look into his eyes, she stared at his four large scary mandibles. She remembered one time, last month, she had a biter…in this situation, one had to equip pads so the sangheili could get off in her while satisfying his biting habits. The one she had wrapped around her neck had not been thick enough and she still had a few scars left over from that experience.

"You do have a tiny mouth." The male laughed, talking about her inability to swallow his mess, and she felt embarrassed as she always did when they laughed, but tried to keep her expression clear.

Alena didn't say anything, she merely placed her legs apart a little to ease the uncomfortable sensation of the kig-yar's mess dripping down her thighs. She was waiting for anymore requests from him, but the sangheili simply turned away.

She began to move behind him, towards the exit to the front rooms, but he paused in front of her at the door. He turned and she stepped out of his shadow, opting to stare at his waist than meet his face. She was getting tired of looking up.

She felt more than saw his reptilian eyes draw over her form appraisingly again, and she couldn't resist looking upward again to stare at the sharp fangs jutting out from his mandibles.

"I will bring my brothers tomorrow night, they are eager to sate themselves on a human whore."

Right here buddy…Alena did not physically react to the comment, and she wondered if she should even feel offended. It wasn't like he was wrong…

This had been her life now for the past seven months. Honestly, it paid off so well, she was certain the chicks she went to high school with would see this as a shining job opportunity, but she had long lost touch with those friends. With anyone from her past really.

The only friend she really had now was a fellow Black Star Brothel girl, Cassie Newton, who gave her a curious look as she entered the front dressing room, the sangheili moving for the large double-doored exit off to the side.

"You are a mess." Cassie laughed, and Alena knew she was referring to the slop caking her thighs. Those birds didn't look it, but the males were pretty well lubricated, and well equipped with enough sperm to populate several worlds. She had heard they were pretty heavy breeders with their own kind, so she supposed it shouldn't have surprised her.

If that much came out of their cocks, she didn't want to be near one when it took a dump.

"I need a shower." Alena grumbled, trying not to scratch at the sudden itch on her thigh.

"Take all the time you need." Cassie said with a grin, releasing the curl of hair she had pressed over her forehead. "So, did you have time to think about it?"

"Your hair. No, I've been busy." Alena sighed. Really busy. With about 7 kig-yar, one talkative and overly curious unggoy, and 3 pompous and assuredly aggressive sangheili.

"I think bangs would be cute." Cassie looks at the large mirror at the desk. It had a large crack on the side from when a drunk customer had gotten too rowdy. A jiralhanae had tried to take one of the other girls home with him, on a date, but she had rejected him. Some guards had to step in and interrupt the increasingly more aggressive 'wooing.' The end result was a thrown chair that had luckily missed hitting one of the other women.

"If you're giving head, don't you think that will—?" Alena let that suggestion complete on its own.

Cassie sighed, "You're right. Again. That's why I always have to pull back my hair. We hardly even have time to go out anymore. Is this place like giving away free casino tickets or something? Fuck me."

The past month, a load of ships had docked on their colony of Soto, and the brothel had been busier than ever. Plenty of all-male sangheili ships, with the occasional bitter female drinking in the foyer, a surge of kig-yar visitors, probably pirates, but no ask, no tell was a policy on Soto too. It was the ultimate red light district. No one bothered anyone, and everything was for sale.

That was also why it was necessary for the girls to stick together. Last season, a small Indian girl named Naomi had almost been kidnapped by kig-yar pirates, more specifically slavers.

One of their guards, a strong but kind hearted man by the name of Dominic, had luckily heard her muffled screams in time and had intercepted the fiends.

He was heavily muscled and thick, but he was also fast on his feet, and a swift sharpshooter. Two shots, one through the back of each skull. The aliens hadn't the time to respond. It was clean, fast.

He was paid well for a reason, and Dominic was everyone's friend.

One night, after work, he had invited them over to his home with some other members of the brothel, and they had shot bottles off the fence on his property. After a barbeque with too much alcohol baste and drunkenly stupid jokes, he and Cassie had fucked, which Alena knew would happen eventually. They were obviously sweet on each other, and he didn't mind her job, and that had to be great, having such a supportive boyfriend.

It was also nice to have such a massive and skillful man on their station. He had almost killed a customer for insulting Cassie one day, and Alena admired his dedication to her and to the other women. He was always quipping with them, joking, more like a big brother to Alena than anything else.

But sometimes she was almost envious of their love.

Alena wasn't particularly looking for anyone at the moment, but some days, she was tired, mindful. A little confused about what she wanted, but yearning for something more. Sometimes she really enjoyed her life, other times she felt abused, mentally and physically, too often. She couldn't control her customers, she was helpless to their whim, and often she felt ready to call it quits.

Some days she would walk through the only pretty place on Soto, a park a few groups had dedicated their time to making beautiful. It was just as dangerous as the rest of the colony, especially at night. News of murder or kidnapping happening to those who wandered the park at night were many. During the day, however, it was an idyllic place, one she walked often in contemplation of her life.

The booze, the partying, the casual sex, was alright. She made enough money to afford a decent apartment on the edge of a major shopping district, with bright lights and smoke, singing from a nearby club, and vendors sending exotic flavors into the air on her street. It was an exciting place to live, but the random gun shots in the night or fights on the road outside her window woke her up to the cold reality of it.

This was no place for anyone who had a family, or children to look after. It was a place for those who partied hard, and died young. Alena was certain that she would not leave Soto in anything but a wood box.

She imagined her mother receiving her coffin, with a note pasted across the top.

Alena Sue Wilcox, whore at Black Star Brothel. Didn't have enough funds to cover shipping, please pay forward to aforementioned establishment.

Morbid humor aside, Soto was a dangerous place, but after so long on the colony, she wasn't sure where else to go. She had been brave enough coming to Soto, to finally letting go of her past, but she realized she wasn't sure what she wanted anymore.

Drunk off her ass most nights when she wasn't working, throwing her head around so crazily at slamming techno clubs, that she felt the blood in her head churn and throb around her skull. Dizzying, defiant, uncertain.

That was her life now.

"So, any plans for tonight?" Cassie waited for her at the lounge once Alena had washed off and dressed. She was currently spinning the small fruit bobbing in her martini glass around with a red straw. It looked like a small plum but it had large black spots across the sides. They tasted like cherries and were cheaper than those imports because they were grown on Soto.

Alena took a seat by her friend and smiled at the bartender before turning to Cassie. Evan knew what she liked. He always served them the same drinks after work, a "Soto Sunrise," similar in taste to a Pina colada, but tart. It was one of his own creations, and a customer favorite.

"I think I'll just stay in tonight." Alena said, and reached for the drink that had been placed on the napkin near her arm. Alena appreciated the fast service, and she forewent the straw and brought the rim to her lips. She couldn't get the taste of alien jizz off her tongue fast enough. Rinsing her mouth in the shower hadn't helped much, and she had been tempted to use soap if it weren't for the bad memory. Her mouth had foamed like a dog and she had almost choked to death on suds her first month at the brothel. People still told that story, unfortunately for her.

"Bad last hour?" Cassie plopped the fruit into her mouth after finishing off the liquid. She made a loud sucking noise as she broke through the pulp with her tongue, "Sangheili, or the jackal?"

"The kig-yar was decent." Alena grumbled, now using her straw. She wondered if Evan knew exactly how great this drink was for getting rid of particular tastes. Soto Sunrise, the drink of cum guzzling hoes. "The other guy was a prick, but I didn't expect much else."

"Oh come on, remember Qar? He's cool." Qar 'Lokum was one of their casual customers, an old male sangheili who enjoyed talking about himself extensively. He was one of the few sangheili who didn't treat them in a demeaning way, and was probably one of the most gentlemanly of his kind, Alena had ever met. Rumor had it that he had been working with kig-yar pirates during the war and had been stealing covenant supplies and selling them on the black market. He was both the most honorable man and dishonorable sangheili she had ever met.

Who the fuck actually gave a shit about sangheili elitist code anyway? Alena narrowed her eyes on her glass, thinking back to the rude sangheili from earlier. He was apparently going to bring all this friends tomorrow to gang bang her. How fun.

It was one of those moments when you questioned whether or not it would be worth the torment. It would probably be the night her job finally killed her. How many was he planning on inviting?

Fuck me.

"This guy is going to bring his friends tomorrow." Alena said. "I can hardly contain my anticipation."

"Oh shit." Cassie laughed, and Alena shot a dirty look her way, which the blonde just ignored. "You're fucked, literally. How many?"

"I have no idea."

"Well, at least they pay pretty well."

"Hopefully they will pay for my medical bills too." Alena sighed, finishing her drink in one swill, licking the sticky tartness off her lips when she was finished.

Cassie laughed, and pushed her glass away, reaching back behind her seat to stretch out her arms. Her metal multi-colored bracelets clinked together as she did so, her mouth slipping open in a yawn. "I'm beat, but I was just seeing if you wanted to hang out. I can do a movie night if you're open to hosting."

"Is Dominic having a 'bro' night again?" Alena snorted in good humor. Dominic commonly took over Cassie's apartment, and his girlfriend could ill tolerate his male friend's presence, even though he tried to make room for her too.

"Yeah." Cassie made a face. "He's bringing over Stephen, that fucking ass hat. I swear he pees like a dog. You couldn't pay him to lift up the seat, and I'm pretty sure he's ogling my chest more than watching the game."

"Wear higher necks then." Alena smirked, "I know you like putting the girls on display."

"At least I have tits." Cassie shot back, and twisted her pink lips into a smug smile. They often teased each other. Of course, only girls could call each other bitches and hoes and get away with it. Cassie had knocked the shit out of one of Dominic's newer friend's for calling her a 'fine bitch,' during a party.

Of course, Dominic being her knightly boyfriend had immediately joined in on the assault and they had to ditch the party to avoid getting arrested by what police force was active that Friday night.

The police here were mostly a mercenary force of humans who were paid by local gangs to keep some amount of peace, and were also there to turn their backs on anything their bosses didn't want them disrupting. A corrupt police force, she supposed, were better than none.

"Yeah, let's watch that documentary on huragok, I heard it's pretty interesting." Alena suggested, hiding a smile behind her hand as Cassie made a huffy noise.

"I'd rather drink jackal piss than watch that shit. What about Executioner IV? Danny Ammos is in that one, he's pretty awesome."

"No wonder Dom won't let you watch it." Alena laughed knowingly.

Cassie shrugged. "So I used to have a fan girl crush on the guy? All girls do that. Actors were casted to be sexy and utterly brilliant." The girlish sigh had Alena rolling her eyes.

Alena wasn't excited about those kinds of movies, they just felt too fake. She was more interested in dramatic documentary or memoirs. Especially memoirs.

Sometime she felt as if she could live through the people on the screen, when they talked about their lives, she felt drawn in, as if she could share in those events, these memories that felt so lived they could have been her own. It was another fact about herself that made her feel as if she had yet to discover destiny, or sobered her to the thought of never realizing an undiscovered greatness.

Maybe she would order an extra drink to go.

"You two are still here?" The voice was that of an older woman, a bit clipped but smooth, mature.

Trinity, their manager, and a co-owner of the brothel had just walked into the lounge. As usual, her ivy green eyes were fringed by black kohl, her lips a deep rogue, and the rosy tint of her hair making her appear younger than she actually was. Her body, however, was all curves and she boasted a rack that appeared natural enough to still garner attention from younger men.

Rumor had it that she used to be a dancer in a nearby club. She had married the brothel owner and they had long since worked the business in a partnership. Trinity was pretty curt, and vain, but for the most part she was pretty protective of the girls and usually a friendly conversationalist. Usually.

"Yeah, just finishing up." Cassie leaned forward with her knees, hands under her chin. She smiled widely, "Alena wants to watch a documentary."

Trinity gave her a long look, and Alena sighed at the sneer on the woman's lips. "What? You have nothing better to do? Ladies, you're young, pretty, and taking up the bar. If you aren't ordering, you should be out partying your tight little asses off. That's what I did as a kid, and that's what I do now."

"What kind of parents did you have?" Cassie teased, willing to jibe at even their boss.

"You're one to talk blondie." Trinity shot back. "Suck a lot of cock tonight?"

"No." Cassie sniffed, hiding a smile. Her eyes flashed over to Alena and the girl fought the urge to groan at what she knew was coming. "But Alena has a line up tomorrow."

"Shut up." Alena groaned.

Trinity looked interested. Of course, it was money in her pocket too. "How many?"

Alena sighed, "That sangheili? Leo something? He said he's bringing his 'brothers' tomorrow night."

Trinity grinned like a wolf, her canines shining in the dim light. "Good. He said brothers, right? My oh my, that means you're going to be busy tomorrow Lena."

"What?" Alena felt a little scared by that comment. Apparently Trinity knew something she didn't. Oh joy.

"When they talk about brothers, they commonly refer to ship mates. Your guy? Leom, is a shipmaster." Trinity's grin widened and Alena had to look away, but she couldn't ignore the excitement rising in the woman's tone. "Guess how many sangheili it takes to man one small cruiser? Go on Lena, guess."

"Oh shit." Cassie laughed, snorting unladylike into her fist. Alena just moaned into her arms at the thought of what most likely awaited her tomorrow.

Who needed enemies with friends like these?

"I mean, sure." Trinity shrugged, taking a seat on the stool by Alena. "There's a chance some of them will be too disgusted to try you, but most of them are hateful bastards, so you're probably going to need a guard post just in case. Racist assholes exist in all levels of society girls, I'll make sure our Alena comes out of this in one piece."

"Thanks." Alena wasn't sure if she was really thankful or not, but the gesture was nice she supposed. She imagined a bunch of racist angry aliens pounding away at her and flinched at the vision regardless. Nothing could comfort her to the reality of it.

Fuck.

"Well, this should be profitable, so good job for impressing him Lena." Trinity praised and Alena held back the urge to flinch away as the woman patted her on the shoulder. She didn't feel eager to celebrate. She was probably going to be sore as fuck tomorrow and was prepared to drink like a lush afterwards, consequences be damned.

"Well, he complained that I didn't swallow his cum, so I guess it was good enough." Alena could smack herself one second after the words escaped her lips as Trinity turned her head to stare at her. There was already a cut in her smile.

"Swallow next time, a customer gets what he wants." Trinity said firmly, picking up the glass Evan sat at her elbow. It was bright purple and bubbled as she dipped her straw in.

"There's no way." Alena said. "I mean, his dick is huge, do you know how much shit comes out of it? That's impossible."

"Nadia can take it." Trina said coolly, liquid flowing through her straw black as she sucked at her drink. She leaned back in her stool, her eyes still watching Alena, who felt hesitant to respond. She wasn't sure what to say that Trinity wouldn't be angry at. Oh well.

"Nadia has a big mouth, and she wins like every drinking contest. I'm not even sure she has feeling in her tongue." Alena mumbled.

"Excuses are like shit holes, everyone has them." Trinity turned her nose up at Alena and returned to her drink. Alena gritted her teeth.

Cassie seemed to notice the tension and slipped off her seat gracefully. She smiled at Trinity when the woman turned at the squeak of the stool. Cassie pulled Alena to her feet. "Have a good night Trin, we're going to get started on ours."

"Don't stay up too late girls." Trinity cast an especially cat-like grin at Alena. "We'll talk more tomorrow Alena. I hope you're right about those sangheili."

Of course you do, it's not your ass they're going to pile drive into. Alena didn't say anything, merely forced a smile and followed Cassie out. It was going be hard to sleep at all tonight. All she could think about was that damn hinge-head's promise to sic all his buddies on her. It was hard enough working with three of them, would Trinity seriously allow a whole crew to molest her?

She couldn't realistically imagine Trinity saying no to that. To anything really. She only said no to anal with the fuckers because she didn't want her girls losing organs to an overzealous sangheili.

All Trinity was going to get out of this whole thing was a pile of cash. Hopefully she would put Alena back together again as a courtesy before running off to her vaults.

One unfortunate truth about sangheili was that they liked the truth, the whole romantic honorable bullshit they preached about. Everyone else in the world view of their universe were lying untrustworthy sacks of shit. So if the guy said he was bringing friends, the fucker would bring them. Probably all of them.

"Ugh, fuck me." Alena sighed as they started down the street.

Cassie pulled an arm around her as they walked. "Let's go watch that movie."

"Really?"

"No, I have Danny Ammos in my purse. I had to leave my makeup bag."

Alena sighed. "You are the worst friend in the galaxy."

"Love you too."

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