Sera 1/2
Tags: xeno, non-con, violence, f/m, dom
Sera had always kind of believed that life had an off sense of humor to it. In the solace of her own company that evening, she couldn't help but utter a soft laugh.
Everyone in their fair city of Ordain knew her father. Hell, their family was known galactically as being a major sponsor of federation operated projects. Her father's father, the grandfather she never met and never delighted to, had been one of the first to settle on the terraformed planet of Cersei, having married the sister of the man who had revolutionized the science of terraforming.
They were famous historically, presently, and over these years had amassed riches that seemed to come more from a short legacy than any laborious work. Her father was the man who drove people forward and collected the riches of their toil.
Sera could be said of as another spoiled female of her family, and that much could easily be said of her mother honestly, who never seemed satisfied with anything. However, Sera felt that she had never truly ever received what she really wanted, and thusly was unalike—unique in the way of being set apart.
Her father was the successful businessman, a powerful and highly influential man, and her mother had been given funds to create her own niche in the fashion industry, making garish (at least to Sera's perspective) undergarments for frivolous females. Even her brother had made an impression on the people around him as he had joined the Galactic Federation upon graduating high school and had taken rank after rank like a prodigy.
At least Ben could boast hard work and determination that had landed him in the records as a success. He was strong, motivated, and very intelligent. It had not been just brawn but his quick cunning that had gotten him awards on the field.
Currently her parents were downstairs celebrating her special, oh-so-perfect older brother, while she delighted in the art of female masturbation.
Sera found it humorous to do such things while her parents were downstairs meeting guests or being boring in general. Just imaging everyone downstairs discussing their trivial subjects, and celebrating their redundant mediocracy while she played with herself upstairs was hilarious.
At the moment a big party was going on, her brother having just arrived home on leave from his fabulous GF career to brag on himself, and there was probably near a hundred guests downstairs celebrating his achievements. Sera herself was certain she would just hide upstairs for the rest of the night and throw her own party.
It was not like anyone would have noticed her absence anyways.
Sera wasn't unattractive, she was actually very beautiful with thick scarlet locks that fells past her ears—a genetic purchase really before birth priced for its rarity, and almost iridescent green eyes.
She had once been a very sweet and obedient girl as a child, once seeking to do whatever she could to impress her parents, but had long outgrown that part of herself when she realized neither of her parents really cared about anything she accomplished or said.
This neglect by busy and selfish parents had caused her to throw random tantrums in Elementary school, in which during one occasion she had thrown a desk at her teacher. Once she was barely a preteen after hanging with the more 'mature' crowds, she had used sex as a distraction for the void that she felt was always present in her life. Finally In the sixth grade she begin experimenting with drugs, mainly Drift.
Drift caused hallucinations that were powerful and wildly exciting. It was like lucid dreaming in a very conscious state, and had to be taken in privacy in a secure place, lest someone walk off a building, or into traffic while influenced, or make an absolute full of oneself in public.
Sera had many good times with the drug and would give anything to have possession of even a bit of it again. Thanks to her father, who had donated a ton to anti-drug programs for the city, it was near impossible to even get a hold of even an entry level version.
This, and her own steadily growing drive to rebel against her parents, caused her to discover her more nympho sexuality after a year of meaningless flirts and quick experimentation in the restroom at school.
The males she sought were not the kind that smart girls went after. They were aggressive, risky in their behavior, and she loved them.
Well love had little to do with it, just mindless pelvis thrusting lust. They had fucked in various public places with no one knowing the better of it, such as school restrooms, the girls and the boys, and even in the cafeteria with a few different boys under a table. It was scary how easy it was.
Drugs had been just as easy.
One day after school she had walked through the shadier neighborhood in a district her parents referred to as "the pits" and had met up with her connection who sold her Drift. Sera had discovered him on the Intranet while searching for an escape from the daily drudge of her existence, and they had set up a schedule so she could make a purchase on an almost by-weekly basis.
Once she had purchased a sufficient amount, at least for that weekend, with the allowance her parents gave her to keep her sated, she had locked herself in her room. Sera had been prepared to inhale the silvery pink dust as usual after putting all her breakables away in her closet and safe-proofing every sharp cornered objects with heavy blankets, but had paused.
Earlier Sera had snuck into her father's office, as she had taken to doing out of boredom at the time, to search through her father's things. Because her father was a big part of the GF, she hoped to find notes or pictures on some big secret projects or something exciting she could share with her friends.
The first week of going through his files she had discovered images of dead bodies, of troopers who had died in various differing ways. Sera had found them fascinating, and had marveled in both awe and disgust at the presentation of the corpses. There were lacerations, full body burns, and even decapitations, where the head was not shown in the shot. Sera had wondered at the time if the heads had their own separate pictures on other data-pads.
After these images she had found files on projects that were too wordy and boring to gain much attention from her, but then she had found more images. It was like a picture book that only grew more exciting as she flipped the pages.
Sera had found images of aliens, of both corpses and shots that were taken at angles that suggested a morgue sort of exploration, maybe before a dissection even. Most of these, she supposed, were criminals or terrorists even. She was even more certain of this when she found the images with the tag, 'space pirate.'
She had been in a hurry to snatch some files from her father's cabinet that morning and had gotten through a whole school day without so much as a peek. Sera was curious as to what she would discover tonight, and dropped her baggies of Drift onto her mattress and had searched her satchel for the holo-pad.
Sera inserted the chip she had purchased from a black market seller from the pits a month ago to encrypt the locked files for her viewing, and waited for the images to load. It wasn't long before a folder image popped up with the tag, 'SP_1Dur.'
On selection she had been surprised to find more bodies…but these were all space pirates.
Sera propped her pillows up against her headboard and sat back, flicking her finger down to scan the images on the page. What she found was very enlightening.
These aliens were shown in both whole corpses and even in dissected parts. She grimaced in disgust at the images of intestines and separated limbs, and even a bisected head. Sera had glanced at another image, prepared to continue down the page, and had hesitated, scrolling back up.
The girl let out a short laugh and then stared for a while. She had recalled the fascinating lecture on sex her nasally voiced instructor had given once upon a time, and the slideshow he had also displayed, and realized quickly what the image was displaying.
"You're a big one." Sera said aloud, signaling her fingers to enlarge the image.
It was a close up of the lower-abdomen of a pirate body, one that had been cut into neatly to reveal the organs that had been hiding behind the layer of flexible chitin. A penile shaped organ was currently displayed on the screen and Sera stared at it.
It was elongated with an almost triangular head, and a dark maroon in color, with three dark almost black-colored ridges decorating the length of it. Behind it were ambiguous shapes that she wasn't sure of in dark and light purple-red colors, possibly more organs behind, but she was very certain of this one's identity.
That was the moment her fascination with the subject had begun, which quickly evolved into a fetish. Once she had discovered her xeno attraction, Sera had tried to imagine what the organ would feel like if she had taken it inside herself, and sometime later she had masturbated with a large toy, her mind energetic.
With the inclusion of the drug Drift, she had spent most of her nights in their home alone, convulsing in orgasmic pleasure on her bed, in hallucinatory glee as she was taken by a variety of different pirates in a variety of situations, some humorous, others dark and sexy as hell. Sometimes other insect or reptile looking aliens, but pirates were her favorites.
In one vision she had been home alone as usual, her parents rarely home anymore when there wasn't a party to be thrown until close to midnight, and had walked into her father's office. Suddenly, and almost unrealistically enough it was hilarious, a pirate had come upon her from behind.
The door had come open, slamming against the wall with a bang and she had barely anytime to turn around before the monster had slammed her down atop her father's desk, scattering date-pads and sending the silly GF bobble head of a councilman her father ass-kissed at one point flying overhead. She had belly slid, arms flailing, as the pirate had pressed his weight atop her, cool air sliding across bare skin as her assailant had ripped away her skirt and tossed it somewhere behind her.
Sera hadn't given any thought to her parents discovering her dirty secret, but once she had, she imagined them in one of her drugged dream states, discovering her with a one riding her on various objects in the house, including precious mother's antique table.
Once she had found this new outlet of pleasure, Sera couldn't be in a private place any quicker. She had once even risked getting dream-fucked by a pirate in the school bathroom, on one especially needy day, but had told herself that she couldn't risk losing Drift to a stupid impulse.
Today at sixteen, unfortunately, she was drug-free, but had grown a powerful imagination that could sate her well when she gave herself enough time. So while the snobby populace of all of uptown was celebrating her brother, G-fucking-F-soldier-of-the month downstairs, she was desperately trying to get comfortable on her bed, while ignoring the sounds of laughter below, trying to imagine another weight on the bed, positioning itself atop her.
For some reason, she could not concentrate. The noise from the party was loud, even two flights of stairs below her, and finally Sera released a frustrated groan.
"Fuck it." She said out loud, and lifted herself up to a seated position, legs crossed, back against the headboard.
Sera smiled at a random thought that crossed her mind and it didn't take long for her imagination to concoct another scenario. The voices of merriment below had changed quickly to screams and excited shouts as a blast overtook the mansion, the floor shaking and the hum of ships outside sending more screams into the air as people realized what was happening.
Pirate commandoes had crashed through the walls (that particular unit her favorite), one sending the door flying to collide with the glass table at the center of the room. Men and women dressed in all their finery moved to escape the troops as they surged forward, firing blasts from their guns at random. Sera imagined a pretty red head, the same color as her own hair (rare genetically but "purchased" when she was an embryo by her vain father), slipping on the blood and guts of a fallen party guest.
The young woman wore a dark blue dress that matched the blue-grey of her own eyes, with a long attractive slit off her mid-thigh. Sera stretched out sideways on the bed, as she imagined a pirate rolling the girl over onto one hip, and sliding one claw upward through that slit to cut away the rest of her dress.
Sera's fingers were brushing lightly over her panties as she imagined those beady yellow eyes looking into her own, claws sinking into her hips as she lifted her legs into the air to position her.
"Sera? Sera!" Mother. She released air through her teeth with a long hiss.
She rolled over onto her butt, sitting up, her legs hanging over her bed, "What do you want?" That grating shrill voice her mother possessed…the one sound that could hang any wet dream to dry fast as it had come. No pun intended.
"Alright, just a moment." Sera let out a loud moan and practically stomped off her bed as she reached the door, cursing when she caught her toe on the leg of her bedside table. She threw the door open, "Yes mother?"
A tall thinly framed woman stood in the hallway, wearing a bright shiny red dress bright enough to stop traffic. The woman's usually plump rosy lips were pursed in an emotion that Sera recognized easily as displeasure. Her mother's beautiful, albeit mainly chemically grown, blonde hair, fell down her shoulders in wavy curls, little floral rosettes adorning the small braids that followed some strands.
"Your brother has been home for six hours now and you've not made an appearance for even a minute of that time." Her mother informed her with a bite in her tone, "You should come downstairs and greet Benjamin. He's traveled a long way to be home with his family, and I'm not going to allow you to play hermit, not this week."
"I'm tired." Sera argued, beginning to feel that way anyways from having to listen to even one word from her mother's shrilly exhausting tongue, "Can't I just see him tomorrow?"
Her mother tilted her head up and down as she took in her daughter's ruffled appearance, "You're face is red, are you ill? Please Sera, tell me if you've somehow gotten sick, I don't want you giving it to everyone here."
Sera bit back a vicious comment, still hoping to win her mother's approval of her absence from the party, "Maybe. That's probably why I'm so tired."
Her mother released an overly long sigh and crossed her arms, "When I was your age I was always out and about, enjoying society…making friends, -good- friends. Sometimes I feel like all you want to do is pretend you don't have a family."
It had taken her long enough to get it, Sera thought. She faked a small sniff, flipped a long strand of hair away from her face, and forced a small fake smile, "I'll probably feel better in the morning."
The older woman just took an uncertain wobbly step backwards in her heels, as if she suddenly realized that there was a sickness in the air that could be catching, and gave her a small nod, brushing loose strands of hair away from her brow, "Make sure to greet your brother when you feel up to it." She hesitated before walking away, "Hope you feel better."
Sera watched her mother's retreating form before she shut the door. Once she was in her room, alone, she moved to take a seat on her bed.
She felt too distracted and honestly, very tired. Far too weary to try and concoct a sexual dreamscape to get lost in. Sera wondered if she could pay someone to create a virtual program on her headset with the fetish she desperately wanted to interact with. All she used it for was for educational purposes, and even then it was barely used.
Sera thought of herself in a new context at that moment. What would become of her once she was let loose in the world? Would she depend on her parents to take care of her needs or would she have to get a sucky job in the slummiest part of the city? There was no way her parents would support her financially forever, especially with her father giving speeches whenever he did see her about her 'responsibility to the future.'
She soon found herself feeling desperately tired and spread her body out across her mattress, arms out behind her to let her fingers brush gently against the cold wood hardboard of her bed. Sera took in a long breath and closed her eyes.
Sera hadn't remembered falling asleep, but she had awoken suddenly from sleep, feeling groggy and sensitive to the sudden bright light that was flooding her room.
"Sera! Get up!" Ben's voice, and soon she felt his thick hands grabbing ahold of her by an arm.
She reacted to this intrusion of her space with a small yelp, bothered by the feeling of a bruise already developing at the spot, "Ben, what the fuck!"
He ignored her complaints and continued to drag her towards the door. It was at that moment when she realized the floor was shaking slightly underfoot when Ben moved to balance her firmly by the other shoulder.
Not only was there movement in the floor but she could also hear screams and what sounded distinctly like gunfire somewhere outside.
"We're under attack!" Ben explained as he pulled her down the hall towards the stairs. Why the hell did mother think old-fashioned shit was actually a good idea? "We need to get to the shelters now!"
"What?" Sera felt numb and confused. The sounds of fire and chaos seemed to be coming through the walls now. In the distance she heard a crash-like explosion.
"Pirates, they're here." Ben said, "We've got to get to our shelter house, mom and dad are already on their way there."
Sera couldn't help releasing a very confused sound like laughter and a hoarse dog bark, "Wait, wait a minute! You're joking right?" She thought she had long since ran out of Drift, had she dreamed that up too?
Ben's hand found her face in a flash and she flinched at the burning sensation dancing across one cheek. She stared, too numb to be angry as Ben pulled her close to shout in her face, "Damn it Sera, are you high? You choose now to fuck up, right now? Do you know what's going on? People are dying Sera!"
Soon they were exiting their manse from the backdoor exit through the garage, and Sera received her first view of the events occurring in the city.
Their mansion was an attractive, although fragile looking glass house on a hill overlooking the most beautiful part of the city which consisted of tall clean white towers and the large green-glass stadium in the distance where everything from sports to political speeches were given. Currently most of the white towers were stained with grey, or cloaked in fire, and one of the great white towers was no longer visible in the skyline. A blanket of the thickest black smoke she had ever seen took up the sky. She could barely see the pale blue at the corners.
It was daytime? She had fallen asleep for a long time, and only to awaken to this mess. This had to be some sort of dream, she tried to tell herself. Perhaps she had been living in a long dream these past years. Maybe she was currently on one of those drugs she had desperately been craving?
Feeling far more lucid than before, Sera looked at her brother. He had managed the time to wrap his torso in one of his protective vests, but was still wearing normal slacks. She herself only wore the tiny shorts and tank top she liked to put on when she wanted to relax in her room. Sera felt the cool autumn air brush up the skin on her arms and crossed them over her chest.
"We should go on foot," Ben told her as they started down the hill and through the thicket resting at the edge of their property, "There are ships in the sky with ours and they're shooting any vehicles they spot below. We'll make a small target."
"When did this happen?" She asked, still in shock as she followed her brother in a stumble. Sera still had the wild urge to laugh like a crazy person at the situation. She had just been masturbating to the idea of getting attacked by pirates and now the fuckers had decided to attack now? She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry hysterically.
"I let you sleep in. Mom and dad went to brunch." Ben said as he led her through the trees, and Sera flinched when she felt her slipper catch on a hard branch. Damn it, she had forgotten her boots, "The attacks started at around eleven, closer to noon. They attacked the power plant first, and now they're moving through the city."
"What do they want? Cersei isn't active in the war like other planets!"
Ben stopped for a moment, checking his wrist for the small holo-screen that was displaying what appeared to be a compass, "Sera, we supply troops just like everyone else, the Federation has recruitment offices throughout the city. We're also known for our science centers, and they just took down Branson Tower. Those fucking bugs probably collected all the data they needed."
Sera practically yelled, "This is like the most boring place in the world, since when does this shit actually go down?" This had to be a whacked out dream, this couldn't happen here. Wasn't. It had to be some sort of dream.
Sera pinched her nails into her arm and wondered if the pain thing was really a clue to whether you were awake or not. Since her experience with Drift in the past, it was hard to tell.
"Just calm down, we just need to get to the port, the one on Gershom, it's the less likely to suffer a big hit, but Tom messaged me and said they're trying to cut all communications and port access."
She didn't know who Tom was, probably one of his base buddies. Sera just hoped he was nearby and had a gun. She took that thought to heart and glanced at Ben. She was a little more relieved at the white pistol hanging off his hip from a strap, she just hoped he was as proficient with a gun as people said.
Currently they were moving down the private path that led to the rest of the neighborhood. Sera felt chills brush up along her spine as she watched the skyline, at the hues of orange, black, and washed out blue going green. She could see lines through the smoke of the cityscape, which was only a few miles away. She could also hear the sirens, and the faint screams that were drowned out by them.
"Ben, how long until we get there?" They walked past homes where people were rushing to pack their things or abandon them. She looked incredulously at a family scream-arguing over what they were to take with them in their escape. So unbelievably stupid.
"The port is five miles out." Ben didn't look at her as they walked, and she noticed he was looking around them as they moved, probably for any pirate activity, "We'll make it, but we have to move fast, and carefully. If I see anything, I'll tell you, and you run."
As if he had a sudden thought, he stopped and quickly began to unlatch the watch like device at his wrist that was glowing a steady green-blue. He grabbed the hand closest to him and shoved it in her palm, "This has a gps, it will show you the way if we get separated, you'll need it more than me if that happens."
Sera swallowed the knot forming in her throat and moved her slightly trembling fingers to equip the device. It easily slipped over her knuckles and around her wrist and she adjusted and latched it.
She still couldn't believe that this all was really happening to her, to them. Sera felt a sense of fear, of a mortality that she hadn't felt in a long time. She also felt fear not only for herself, but also her family, a family she had just earlier resigned to hating for their differences.
"Ben. I'm sorry." She started as they walked, her words bubbling to the surface too fast for her to stop them, "I should have been there more, I mean, we are siblings and we've never really hung out and all."
"No, no Sera." Ben said quickly, he stopped and she was startled when she was enveloped in his arms, her head cradled under his chin, "Don't be that way. I'm older, I was out of the city faster, in the program. You were still a child, we're so many years apart, it just happened that way."
She felt tears slip down her face fast, and she wiped away one that had tickled aggressively at her nose, "I don't want to die Ben. I'm afraid."
She felt the bristles of his chin brush against her cheek as he moved her closer into his embrace, "We're going to be fine. You've got your big brother here now. We just need to keep moving." At that, he grabbed ahold of one of her left hand, gave it a soft squeeze, and they were off again.
As they walked down the road and cutting through a thicket, Sera was deep in thought. She felt as if this was her fault, that she had wished all this upon the world, on her family. She never wanted to hurt anyone. She hadn't known about what it would have really been like, she had only been playing like a child. So immature, so selfish.
Tears continued to flow down her face as she silently berated herself, and as they moved together through weeds and dirt, now approaching one of the many natural parks dedicated to the first terraforming scientists, she asked herself whether she should tell Ben exactly what she had been doing with her free time, or if he would detest her for it.
It was almost traitorous.
It was as if she was saying with her actions that Ben and his mission could die for her own selfish fulfillment of a sexual idealism. Space pirates were the enemy, and she wondered if one had happened to get ahold of her in some scenario, if Ben would had even died to save her—innocently unaware of her willing fall into such debauchery.
Sera wanted to smack herself hard for her stupidity. It wasn't as if the aliens were interested in females of her own kind anyways. Most likely they were all being equally slaughtered like cattle. She remembered the images she had found of the soldier's bodies and felt nauseous at the memory.
Were those wounds, those too deep jagged lacerations and burns, caused by pirates?
They had just made it to the fountain at the very center of the park, an overly elaborate marble looking structure with a spherical statue resembling a planet form with stars placed around it on stilt-forms when they both heard and felt the explosion.
Both dropped to the ground by reflex as a hover car screamed over the trees, smoke rolling off its undercarriage as it flew out of control overhead. It smacked into a thicket of trees directly in front of them only half a yard away, bursting into an explosion of fire that sent the wind tossing Sera's hair wildly around her face.
She blinked rapidly in the heat that was suddenly in the air and had to turn her body away from the explosion to escape it. Sera was soon on her feet with Ben at her side, who had yelled something that she hadn't quite caught as he pulled her up.
Suddenly there was a sound of wind whistling through the trees and she turned her watering eyes to where they had come from, in the direction of the city. Sera saw the craft then, looking almost organic in design, the top of it having wing-like protrusions, with an overall more rounded appearance than the sleek GF drop ships.
Sera realized quickly that this was indeed an alien ship as doors begin to open from the sides and alien-shaped bodies began to appear in the openings.
She had been too shocked to scream, but she had let out a scared sort of noise as Ben's gun had sent rapid volleys of blue fire towards the occupants. Sera had heard the hum of more ships on approach, and even a return-fire as red and yellow beams stabbed the ground around them.
I'm going to die, Sera realized. It was going to happen. She and Ben were going to be utterly destroyed in a blast of fire. The girl had fallen to the ground just as the beams had flashed towards them, and even as Ben tried to pull her up by one shoulder to get her to run with him, she was still on her side in shock, oblivious to what was occurring around her.
Sera clapped both hands over her ears, closed her eyes, and released an ear-piercing shriek. She wished desperately in the darkness behind her eyes that she would die quickly, suddenly in the dark and in some sort of sweet warm-afterlife-sort of light. That it would be as fast as falling asleep.
Ben's voice yelled at her from what felt like far away, and she felt a sting like fire graze her arm, and that alone had woken her from her trance. Sera's eyes flashed open and she found herself in her brother's arms, and moving swiftly away from the scene.
She looked behind them, and was horrified to see about fifteen pirate troops in pursuit, some carrying blades, a few shooting beams from peculiar guns positioned on their lower arms. Sera couldn't look away, she had seen pictures of these aliens, but seeing them in action was different.
Sera then felt a brush of insanity take her, "Ben! Drop me!" She screamed, "Save yourself!"
Ben didn't answer her, but instead skillfully maneuvered around thick undergrowth, fallen trees and jumped fallen branches. He moved like a man on the field, fully taken by adrenaline, and lost to everything but the sound of his own body responding to his commands and the enemy behind him.
She felt it was a cruel lesson in a dark story. Sera had tempted fate, not only hers but her family's as well, and now would pay the price. The guilt she felt was overwhelming, as was the disgust. She told herself that if they escaped, she would change, she would become a medic and save people dying for the war effort or maybe a teacher. She would do anything for a second chance. She begged silently for it, repeating these words like a mantra in her head.
And then her world came crashing down, literarily, as she felt herself tumble backwards, still holding tight to her brother's shoulder as he stumbled forward onto his knees, his mouth bursting open with a ragged scream, only to trap her in the curve of his torso, arms at both sides of her like a soft cage.
Ben shoved her onto her back, gasping, and she looked into blue eyes, his expression unclear, before he turned his back on her.
She heard a hissing sound, and one like a wet growl as her brother turned to face their pursuers, his pistol held out in front of him, one arm stiff at his side, hand in a tense fist. Sera then noticed the blood running down his arm to drop between his fingers. He had been shot.
"No!" She screamed and fought to reach her feet, cutting her finger on a thorny plant as she tried to gain her footing, "Please!"
Sera managed to gain both feet just as the pirates had all caught up to them. She looked around, horrified, to realize that they were surrounded.
And somehow still alive.
They had ended their run in a grove of trees, the sounds of birds in the trees around them. Sera wondered what kind of world this was where birds could still sing when such horrible things were happening.
The pirates were bigger than she had imagined, most four inches taller than Ben, who wasn't a short man. They were also large legged, with strange backwards looking legs that ended in two-clawed feet that splayed out when they stepped forward on them. They had sets of eyes on both sides of their heads, beady yellow eyes that seemed to glow in the dim lighting.
Their mandibles twitched under a framing of tooth like protrusions that decorated the top of the mouth and the bottom mandible jaws. Their fingers twitched similarly, in an excited fashion, the three fingers of each hand ending in sharp curved points.
Sera didn't think, but acted, jumping in front of Ben, arms outspread, "Please! Please don't hurt him!"
"Sera, get down!" Ben yelled, trying to shoo her away with his free hand, and she flinched at the warm blood that ran down her bare arm from his wound.
Suddenly there was a sound like a mix between a gruff laugh and a snarl. She turned her gaze to where the pirates were parting like a wave to allow a larger heavily armored pirate through.
His pointed armor was a magnificent red color, and shone at the helmet and shoulders like glass. There were long openings on the sides of his helmet for his eyes, and currently they were locked on Ben.
"Your face is familiar human." Sera was startled at the pirate's speech. In her imagination she had always imagined their speech like guttural beasts, but this one spoke clearly, "That's surprising, considering I've slaughtered enough of your kind to not tend to concern myself with features."
"You haven't defeated all of us." Ben remarked fiercely, "And I'm a face you won't forget."
The armored pirate stepped forward almost gracefully, and she watched his two clawed toes splay out to accommodate his weight. Sera eyes traveled to the large blade-like gun he carried on his arm, "Another federation supporter? Or a trooper mongrel? It matters not, I will end you as I've ended your kind before." The pirate's mandibles flared and he released a rough slightly buzzing laugh, "Slowly, but proficiently."
"I'll play any game you like." Ben said, "Just leave my sister out of it. She's a civilian, she plays no part in this war."
The pirate looked her way as if he had just noticed her. Sera's shoulders trembled on their own as a chill shot down her spine as his many eyes found her two, "Everyone has a part to play. I will determine for myself what role she will have."
Somehow Sera found the strength to speak, even as she stood frozen in the large pirate's gaze, "Please! Sir. Don't hurt my brother!" She sought to appease the pirate, certain that he was a high rank, so she made certain to stress the 'sir', although it made her feel traitorous, "I'll do whatever you want, my father is an important man, you can use us! Please!"
"Don't speak to him Sera." Ben told her, pulling her back with his good arm, his pistol butting against her wrist, "We don't associate or barter with pirates." He spat the last words at the pirate. Sera wanted to smack him, he was going to get himself killed for being so brazen.
"It's always good to see humans being submissive to their betters." The pirate's mandibles flexed slightly, "Ah, yes. And what a pretty mane she has. What a rare coloration."
Sera hugged herself, aware of the pirate's eyes looking her up and down. She felt Ben at her side, holding her loosely with his wounded arm, "Stay away from her, she's just a child."
The pirate laughed again, and lifted his head up, bobbing his head slightly as his mandibles flexed again, "Just a child, yet she has such an inviting scent. I don't smell a child, I smell a rampant female."
Does he know? Sera wasn't sure how well his senses were, but she couldn't deny that her body had stirred against her will at the pirate's entrance. It was as if she had conditioned such a response from herself, and Sera felt very vulnerable at the thought of such a weakness.
Although she didn't move her eyes away from the pirate communicating with them, she did hear clicks and rattling breaths coming alive all around them. Was it another laughing kind of sound, or were they scenting the air for the same scent their leader had insisted upon? Sera wasn't sure, yet she knew that time would not hold still for long.
Sera released a sob, "I'm w-weak, I can't fight you. Please don't kill us, you can use us, I swear!"
The pirate studied her calmly, "Yes," he said, "Your species has never quite escaped your legacy for weakness. It had taken you so long to reach deep space after all, to push your own cultural values on other races. To create a government for the galaxies, and the races that live therein, that wholly befits your own kind. And yet the ones you give the most power to have others to fight their battles for them. How easily that tower falls."
Sera spoke, interrupting her brother who had tried to make an angry noise in response to the pirate's presumption, "You were right." She said quickly.
The pirate cocked his head, "I'm not usually wrong, but be more specific human." She felt a tingling sensation crawl down her shoulders and begin to stir in her pelvis as his eerie yellow eyes gazed into her own. She swallowed as she watched his mandibles flex again.
"M-my scent." She said, somehow, clearly, "My weakness…"
Sera felt as if her blood was super-heated, the pounding of her heart was loud enough she was certain everyone could hear it. She knew she was going to betray not only herself but also her brother. She wasn't sure she was ready for the humiliation, but she was willing to try anything to save them, even if it meant this.
"I'll do whatever you want, anything." She said hollowly, "Please."
There was a heavy silence, almost suffocating, and then she felt her brother's fingers clench around her shoulder, and the pirates began to make noises like laughter.
The armored pirate began to walk towards them, and Ben shouted out, "Stop, stay back." But he did not shoot, instead he stepped back, taking Sera with him in a stumble. Sera's eyes could not leave the pirate's as he approached them.
He stopped only a few feet away from them, and gazed at Ben's small gun with his head cocked in an expression like amusement. Swiftly he stepped forward, his body twisting at a wide angle, his arm bearing his weapon coming forward. The pirate knocked Sera aside and she landed hard on one side as he smashed the flat of his gun arm into Ben, knocking the air out of him and sending him flying.
Sera moved onto her hands to push herself up to see what had happened to Ben, but was stopped with a firm weight pressing down onto her back. She was forced on her chest with a gasp, one cheek pressed into the grass. She could see enough from that angle she was at to determine that the pirate was keeping her on the ground with the weight of one foot, and she could feel the claw tips digging uncomfortably into her shoulder blades.
"I'll do whatever you want, I swear! Just don't hurt Ben, please!" She cried out, tasting salt as tears ran down her face.
She heard the clicking sound again, "Naïve little female. This is war, and war is won with death. But your brother was correct with his bold statement, I will remember his face very well."
The pirate crouched and she flinched when she felt his pointed fingers creep over her scalp, and she sucked in a breath at the sting of pain as a strand of hair caught one claw, "I'll memorize every detail of his face while I take his sister in front of him."
"Over." Sera cried out as he seized some of her hair in his grip, and pulled her head back.
"And over again." She swallowed hard as she felt the tips of his clawed fingers brush over the line of her throat. As quickly as they came, they disappeared and she felt his weight move off of her as well, "Strip her."
Sera released a shriek as she was seized by clawed hands, one on the nape of her neck, the other digging into one shoulder. She could feel a burning pain and a warm trickle of blood slip down her neck and between her breasts as she was pulled up and onto her feet.
She heard Ben cry out somewhere behind her, but she did not hear what he had yelled. She was too distracted by the two pirates who had her trapped between them. One held her firmly by the shoulders, her back to him, while the other stood in front of her. The pirate she faced was so tall that she barely came up to his chest.
The pirate facing her made a garbled growling sound with his mouth, and she flinched as he moved his hands.
There was a short sharp rip as her blue tank top slipped free from her shoulders in two halves, revealing her plain sports bra. Sera released a shuddery breath as the pirates hands moved towards her chest.
Sera cried out as he seized both of her breasts in his clawed fingers, feeling a terrible aching sensation as his pointed fingers pricked her skin. She cried out at the pain as he squeezed both globes, his thumb like finger flicking up to tear fabric and send blood running down the side of each breast to fall down her ribs in red lines.
"Stop! Get off of her! You bastards!" Ben screamed somewhere behind her. Sera tried to twist her head around to find him, but instead froze with wide eyes when she realized she was surrounded at all sides by pirates. Frozen in their piercing eyes, their penetrative gazes.
Their leader stood apart in the crowd, the others making space for him as he was just beginning to remove pieces of his armor. He caught her gaze and she was trapped in it. He flexed his mandibles again and she swore his eyes were smiling at her in a very unpleasant way, "Are you ready for me, little female? I'll show you exactly why you should submit to me."
She felt the hands of the pirate behind her begin to slide to her waist. His finger traveled upward and soon her last chest covering was falling away. Sera shivered in the cool air, and glanced down at her bare chest.
Her breasts were not very big, only a B size, and the nipples of them were firm in the cold breeze drifting through the trees. The marks from the pirate's claws had caused red burning marks at the sides of both breasts and one long scratch under her right breast that was strained red at her ribs.
She was already feeling sore from these small wounds, but once again, a pirate's hands gravitated to them, as if they were fascinated by this part of her alien anatomy. Sera was afraid, imagining him clipping away her nipples in a twist of his wrists and flinched as he circled her areolas with a probing finger.
Sera made a whimpering noise in fear as a claw nicked her under one nipple, causing yet another break in her skin. She felt relieved as the pirate moved back, but tensed up again as she felt the pirate behind her grab ahold of her butt.
Using both hands the alien easily ripped her shorts away, letting the severed remnants of them fall to the ground with the rest of her clothing.
Soon she was bare except for a covering of red panties, "That will do," their leader moved to stand in front of her, his underlings stepping back to make room for him, leaving her hugging herself, shivering in their shared observation of her.
Before she could utter a sound or even twitch he had bent at the waist and she found one of his clawed hands cupping her covered sex in his hand, almost lifting her up at her toes, the other on the small of her back keeping her in place. Sera gasped unwillingly at the tingle of sensation her sex had responded with at a slight squeeze, and hated herself for the sensitivity her casual masturbation had brought her.
The pirate stepped a bit to the side, trapping her between one leg, while he pushed her up at an angle towards his chest. Soon she was staring up into yellow eyes in wide eyed fear as she found one foot free off the ground, her knee pressed against the pirate's sloped half-armored thigh, almost face to face with the alien. His toothy mandibles flared open again.
Sera trembled when he released the clawed hand from her panties and moved to brush a clawed finger down her shoulder, making her shudder with the chill that raced down her spine, "Delicate little thing aren't you?" She winced as he cupped her chin and a cheek with his hand, a clawed finger dangerously closed to her left eye, "I'll have to take my time then, won't I?"
Will start typing part two after some feedback. I don't want to put a lot of effort into it if I'm unsure, this actually was an impulse at the lack of interspecies romance and smut stories on the net. (besides Mass Effect) :P Just review of what you'd like to see in the future, thoughts so far, or whatnot.
Note: This is going to be an anthology of different xeno themed stories, one planned humor, but most non-con darker stuff. This was seventeen pages, mostly of development, which I think it pretty important, but if you skipped ahead I don't mind, sorry it wasn't longer in other details yet. Thank you for reading, hope this made someone happy.