Raxs­tad knelt on the al­tar be­hind Michaela. He held her tight to his mus­cled body. His face was buried in her neck, no doubt de­liv­er­ing the in­tox­i­cat­ing bite that would rid her of what­ever in­hi­bi­tions might re­main. Michaela’s shack­led arms bent to en­cir­cle his head. Her head was thrown back on his broad shoul­der, eyes closed and lips parted in an ex­pres­sion of rap­ture.

  On ei­ther side of her, Ko­rkla and Govi tore at her cos­tume. Govi ripped her bra from her body, re­veal­ing young round breasts capped with dusky nip­ples. Ko­rkla was no more gen­tle, rend­ing to shreds the skirt and thong con­ceal­ing her most in­ti­mate riches. Sud­denly Michaela was naked be­fore ev­ery­one, her rigid pe­nis freed to curve up tight against her lower belly. Ko­rkla lifted her child-sized scro­tum to re­veal Michaela’s fe­male sex to the on­look­ers. He spread the soft folds, dis­play­ing the var­ied shades of her se­cret flesh. A col­lec­tive sigh of ap­pre­ci­a­tion rip­pled through the crowd, fol­lowed by re­spect­ful ap­plause. Mur­murs of ad­mi­ra­tion rose in the air.

  Tears sprang to Jes­sica’s eyes. Michaela was beau­ti­ful, per­fectly bal­anced be­tween male and fe­male. To Jes­sica, she did not seem freak­ish at all. Her clan was jus­ti­fi­ably proud of the trea­sure they’d gained.

  A deep voice shouted out from be­hind, and Jes­sica’s heart skipped. She for­got Michaela, turn­ing to see Cla­jak’s clan stand­ing on the stage where she’d per­formed only min­utes be­fore. They looked right at her. They jumped down and be­gan press­ing their way through the crowd, com­ing af­ter her.

  Jes­sica slipped through the knot of Plasians, grate­ful her smaller size al­lowed her to move quickly through the packed throng. She an­gled to­ward her right, de­ter­mined to get back to Is­rala’s home be­fore Cla­jak’s clan could catch up.

  She caught her breath to see a pur­ple-trimmed black form­suit ap­pear be­tween the bronze bod­ies of the barely clad Plasians. Egilka’s face hov­ered above the crowd, turn­ing this way and that as he looked for her.

  How did he get there so fast? Jes­sica turned and headed in the other di­rec­tion. If they’re flank­ing me to cut off es­cape, I’m in deep doo-doo.

  It re­minded her of Be­vau stalk­ing her in her suite, and her sex spasmed at the mem­ory. She al­lowed a small moan to es­cape her as she tried to hurry through the throng.

  Jes­sica spied Cla­jak ahead of her and Be­vau to her left. With Egilka some­where be­hind her, there was only one di­rec­tion left to go: to­wards the al­tar with its leer­ing stone god and mounds of aphro­disi­a­cal flow­ers.

  Jes­sica couldn’t help but see what Ko­rkla’s clan did to Michaela as she headed in that di­rec­tion. The chains of the Earther’s shack­les had been at­tached to one of the hooks em­bed­ded in the side of the al­tar. She lay prone as the now un­abashedly naked clan fon­dled, kissed, and stroked her help­less body. Michaela’s moans were a con­tin­u­ous singsong. Ko­rkla parted her thighs and knelt be­tween them. His hand moved be­tween their sexes. Raxs­tad bent to take her pe­nis into his mouth, and Govi drowned her ec­static scream with a kiss. Jes­sica’s sex gushed honey at the sight.

  “I smell an aroused lit­tle Earther girl,” came Be­vau’s voice, much too close be­hind Jes­sica. “Come out and play with us, Jes­sica.”

  She sti­fled a shriek and dropped to the stone pa­tio, crawl­ing on all fours and dart­ing be­tween long Plasian legs. She hur­ried un­til a moun­tain of flow­ers, stacked up against the al­tar, blocked her way. Their aroma cas­caded over her, and her sex clenched in beau­ti­ful agony. Even if she had a place to run, her legs were now too weak to carry her.

  A pained cry car­ried in the per­fumed air. Un­able to help her­self, Jes­sica stood to look on the al­tar. Only feet away, Michaela writhed on the stone, her eyes un­fo­cused as Govi mur­mured in her ear. Ko­rkla was draw­ing back, the cock emerg­ing from Michaela’s sheath streaked with the blood of her lost vir­gin­ity. A cheer rose from the as­sem­bled Plasians, and shouts of con­grat­u­la­tions vi­brated the air. Michaela smiled, then groaned anew as her Dramok mate plunged into her body once more.

  Jes­sica groaned too, aroused be­yond sense. Her legs gave out be­neath her, and she sank to the ground. Strong hands seized her and pulled against an im­pos­si­bly mus­cled body. She looked into Be­vau’s hand­some face. Like magic, Cla­jak and Egilka ap­peared next to them. Jes­sica couldn’t de­cide whether to laugh or cry at be­ing caught.

  “Don’t bite her,” Cla­jak said, his smile spread­ing across his face as he took in her con­di­tion. “The flow­ers will keep her weak enough for us to have our plea­sure, but I don’t want her mind mud­dled.”

  “Where shall we take her?” Be­vau asked, hold­ing her up­right with no ef­fort.

  “Let’s join our friends on the al­tar,” Egilka urged. He ran his fin­ger­tips over a nip­ple Jes­sica hadn’t re­al­ized was ex­posed.

  She groaned and arched against the touch, but she man­aged to protest. “Not in front of ev­ery­one. Take me some­where pri­vate,” she begged.

  Cla­jak laughed. “Not this time, my sweet. I want wit­nesses for this.”

  Be­vau tossed her over his shoul­der. Jes­sica strug­gled, the com­ing hu­mil­i­a­tion warm­ing her face. She couldn’t, she just couldn’t, not with all of the cap­i­tal city’s res­i­dents watch­ing! Fiske would find out and tell Earth!

  The Kalquo­rian hold­ing her slipped a fin­ger into her thong, find­ing her cen­ter with ease. His fin­ger dove in, and Jes­sica stopped rain­ing blows on his broad back, her fists clench­ing his form­suit as plea­sure erupted in her belly. Be­vau worked his fin­ger in and out as he car­ried her up the steps to the al­tar. She whim­pered in time with the rhythm. Cla­jak and Egilka laughed as they fol­lowed. Jes­sica barely no­ticed as her body thrilled to the Nobek’s touch.

  She was help­less to re­sist when the men stretched her upon the al­tar, her head at the end op­po­site of where Michaela was be­ing claimed. The Plasians would have an un­en­cum­bered view of both Earth­ers be­ing rav­ished, and they cheered louder than ever.

  “Now this will be a dance!” she heard Is­rala call, and more cheers showed the peo­ple’s agree­ment.

  Cla­jak grasped the chain be­tween Jes­sica’s cuffs and pulled them over the edge. The clat­ter of metal against metal told her he had se­cured her to one of the hooks. She was help­less to deny the Kalquo­ri­ans any­thing they might wish to use her body for. Her sex gushed in an­tic­i­pa­tion.

  Egilka ap­peared next to her, a hand­ful of flow­ers in each fist. He set the bou­quets on ei­ther side of her head. The fra­grance coated the air around her, and Jes­sica had no choice but to breathe it in. She sub­mit­ted to the ea­ger­ness of her body with a de­feated moan.

  The Kalquo­ri­ans stripped be­neath the stare of the stone god to the de­lighted shouts of the on­look­ers. Jes­sica licked her lips, trem­bling with need as she gazed on the three mag­nif­i­cent bod­ies sur­round­ing her.

  Cla­jak gripped her by her up­per arms and slid her across the slab un­til her head hung over the edge. His en­gorged cocks pointed at her face. “Open your mouth,” he said.

  She obeyed, ea­ger to taste him. Hold­ing the two or­gans to­gether in his fist, Cla­jak guided them both be­tween her lips, hold­ing her by the back of her head. Jes­sica closed her eyes, in­hal­ing the cin­na­mon scent of him that was ev­ery bit as in­tox­i­cat­ing as the flow­ers that sur­rounded her. She flushed with em­bar­rass­ment, know­ing hun­dreds of pairs of eyes were watch­ing her ac­cept his sexes in such a man­ner. Still, she couldn’t help but moan with de­light as he made her take him.

  She opened her mouth as wide as she could to ac­cept both penises. The skin was soft and smooth over the rigid iron that pulsed with its own life. The Dramok prince pressed in far, reach­ing into her throat be­fore back­ing out again. His move­ments were slow and de­lib­er­ate, as if he would spend hours en­joy­ing the warmth.

  While Cla­jak fucked Jes­sica’s mouth, the other men yanked her cos­tume off. A strong hand grasped one of her thighs and lifted it high, open­ing her so that the gath­ered crowd could view her sex. Fin­gers parted her folds, dis­play­ing her much as Michaela had been. Jes­sica whim­pered, know­ing ev­ery­one could see how wet and ea­ger her flesh was. Her belly quiv­ered in an­tic­i­pa­tion even as fear tried to clench it tight.

  Hold­ing her open, the man in­serted his fin­ger, slip­ping in and out for the en­ter­tain­ment of the as­sem­bled Plasians. An­other pair of hands ca­ressed her breasts as Cla­jak con­tin­ued to cou­ple with her mouth. Shouts and ap­plause re­warded the show the Kalquo­ri­ans put on.

  The fin­ger with­drew from Jes­sica’s wet core, and the bulk of a man’s hips set­tled be­tween her legs. His sexes homed in on the ori­fices they were made for. She groaned as he filled her with him­self and heard ap­pre­cia­tive com­ments of how flex­i­ble she must be to ac­cept Be­vau’s mas­sive en­dow­ment.

  Over her, Cla­jak chuck­led. “You im­press our au­di­ence, my sweet. I hope you won’t get used to it. I’m count­ing on your em­bar­rass­ment to get what I want from you.”

  Jes­sica felt Egilka strad­dle her torso. The slick length of his penises set­tled on her chest, and his hands pressed her breasts to­gether to en­case the burn­ing hot or­gans. He slid back and forth be­tween her soft orbs, his lu­bri­ca­tion keep­ing the fric­tion from be­ing painful.

  Michaela cried out, her voice strong with re­lease. A Kalquo­rian roar joined her, and a few cheers mixed in. Un­der­neath the clamor was the hum of min­gled moans, sobs and whis­pers. The all-night orgy had be­gun in earnest, and Jes­sica re­laxed a lit­tle to know she wasn’t the cen­ter of at­ten­tion any­more.

  The eas­ing of ten­sion al­lowed the scent of the flow­ers to work even greater upon her sen­si­tized li­bido. Be­ing fucked by three men at once was ev­ery­thing her body craved. The pos­ses­sion was just as ex­cit­ing as the heated sen­sa­tion grow­ing low in her twist­ing, knot­ting gut. Jes­sica dove into the volup­tuous rap­ture of be­ing help­less while the princes en­joyed all they could claim from her. She couldn’t fight them, and be­ing ut­terly vul­ner­a­ble to their de­mands was de­li­cious in its free­dom. There was noth­ing to do but ac­cept their de­sires, and she thrilled to let them have her.

  Her sex pulsed as she gave her­self over to the Kalquo­ri­ans, the re­ver­ber­a­tions trav­el­ing up her body. She moaned against Cla­jak’s driv­ing flesh as plea­sure moved from her womb, up her belly to her chest where Egilka drove against her, to her throat. They groaned in re­sponse, feel­ing her soften to their de­sires.

  They be­came more de­mand­ing in re­turn, thrust­ing more ur­gently into her. Jes­sica fell far­ther into qui­es­cence, her only need to give them all they re­quired of her. Heat built within, a tick­lish sweet­ness that crested, car­ry­ing her away. Her pussy clenched and re­leased, clenched and re­leased, an easy flow of gen­tle or­gasms, rolling through her in con­tin­u­ous waves.

  The more ac­cept­ing she was, the harder the men worked her body, and the more com­pli­ant she be­came. Be­vau pounded into her, his growl grow­ing in vol­ume as he neared his in­evitable end. Cla­jak and Egilka gasped and grunted in the ef­fort to not lose con­trol. When Be­vau cli­maxed with an an­i­mal roar, the other two went still. Their trem­bling bod­ies told Jes­sica they too were very close, and she made her­self stay mo­tion­less de­spite the plea­sure sweep­ing through her body.

  Once Be­vau fin­ished pump­ing his seed into her, Egilka took his place. The Imdiko en­tered her with the sigh of a man who’d made it home af­ter a long jour­ney. Cla­jak ex­tri­cated him­self from Jes­sica’s mouth. Egilka pulled her so that her head rested on the stone al­tar. Be­hind him, Jes­sica saw Govi’s hips ris­ing and fall­ing over Michaela’s. Her friend moaned with plea­sure. Over­head, the grue­some stone god leered its ap­proval of the Earth­ers’ sac­ri­fice against the back­drop of star-dusted sky. Teth­ered light­ing gloves dug deep shad­ows into the fear­some vis­age, giv­ing Jes­sica the fear-tinged thrill that fed her lust so well.

  Cla­jak swept aside the flow­ers sur­round­ing Jes­sica’s head, and he stretched next to her. His hands played over her breasts, and she closed her eyes to the de­light­ful sen­sa­tions he and Egilka gave her. She felt Be­vau lie on the other side.

  “Are you get­ting tired, my sweet?” Cla­jak rum­bled in her ear. His fin­gers made slow cir­cles around one nip­ple.

  “I will give you each a turn,” she said sub­mis­sively. “How­ever you de­sire me.”

  “What if we want you more than once? What if we want to fuck you many times in front of the Plasians? What if we want to do more than fuck you?”

  Jes­sica felt a twinge of fear at the cal­cu­lated tone and opened her eyes. All three men, even Egilka who drove in and out of her body with en­thu­si­asm, looked down at her with de­vi­ous smiles. She pulled at the shack­les, un­able to keep her­self from test­ing them un­der those stares. “What do you mean?”

  Cla­jak’s smile grew. “We want you to come to Kalquor and take a clan. We’re pre­pared to do what it takes to make you say yes.”

  Be­vau chimed in. “This cel­e­bra­tion will go all night. You will be the star of the show un­til you agree to our de­mands.”

  Jes­sica shook her head. “The Plasians are busy with their own plea­sure. They won’t care enough to watch us.”

  Egilka chuck­led. “Look at the crowd, Jes­sica. They’re fuck­ing each other all right, but ev­ery pair of eyes is on the al­tar.”

  Be­vau shifted so she could look past him to the crowd fill­ing the city’s cen­ter. In­deed, the hun­dreds of Plasians now ea­gerly cou­pling still watched Jes­sica and Michaela give them­selves to the Kalquo­ri­ans.

  Some­thing about be­ing un­der such fer­vent gazes made Jes­sica’s body re­spond. Need thud­ded quick and thun­der­ous, beat­ing harder and harder within her quak­ing belly. The build­ing or­gasm wouldn’t be gen­tle. She felt rum­blings of some­thing big­ger, as if a great beast was awak­en­ing. If Egilka went af­ter that sweet spot now…

  As if read­ing her mind, the Imdiko shifted, rub­bing his shaft hard against that bun­dle of nerves. Jes­sica cried out and jerked against her shack­les. Her en­tire body shud­dered.

  “Hold her legs like the Plasians do for the vir­gin rit­ual,” Egilka said, his eyes avid with ex­cite­ment. His clan­mates hur­ried to do his bid­ding.

  “Oh please, don’t,” Jes­sica begged, know­ing her pleas fell on deaf ears. Egilka put his hands un­der her but­tocks to lift and an­gle her bet­ter for his thrusts.

  “Come closer,” Cla­jak called, and sev­eral Plasians, male and fe­male, gath­ered around. “Touch her if you like,” he added. The grin he gave Jes­sica was fe­ro­cious.

  Be­fore she could protest, Egilka moved his hips back and forth, rub­bing the hot spot in her sheath with in­tense ac­cu­racy. The beast in Jes­sica’s belly awoke with a vengeance, and she screamed her plea­sure to the Plasians clus­tered around her.

  She was dimly aware of long-fin­gered hands all over her body, of strangers’ mouths cov­er­ing hers as she pealed shriek af­ter shriek. Tongues lapped at her ears, mouth and belly. Fin­gers pinched her breasts, tugged at her nip­ples, and stroked her pu­bic hair. The touches were noth­ing com­pared to the light­ning bolts of ex­al­ta­tion blast­ing through her womb. The rap­ture of Egilka’s love­mak­ing was in­tense enough to be painful, and Jes­sica’s body jerked with equal parts ec­stasy and agony.

  Egilka lost rhythm as he suc­cumbed to his own needs. His fangs de­scended, and from within her haze of tor­tured bliss, she saw Be­vau hold back the Imdiko’s rat­tlesnake strike with one hand around his clan­mate’s throat and the other tan­gled in his long braid. Egilka screamed his re­lease to the dark god above. His body shud­dered against hers sev­eral times be­fore he qui­eted.

  Jes­sica thought she might faint. When the dizzi­ness re­ceded, she re­al­ized the many peo­ple who’d sur­rounded her were gone. Well, not gone en­tirely; they’d all caught fire from the vi­o­lence of Egilka’s and Jes­sica’s love­mak­ing and were now in moan­ing heaps of twined arms and legs around the al­tar.

  Cla­jak took his place be­tween her legs. Jes­sica al­most wept to see the cal­cu­lat­ing look on his face as he pushed into her. He felt amaz­ing as al­ways, and she hated her­self for want­ing him so much.

  “You see?” he said, his strokes long and sin­u­ous. Jes­sica moaned as her still-ea­ger sex grabbed greed­ily at his. “The Plasians want to see ev­ery­thing you have to of­fer. Your plea­sure is like a drug to them, and we will give them all they want un­til you agree to take a clan.”

  “That’s co­er­cion,” she moaned.

  “You know,” the Dramok con­tin­ued, speak­ing to Be­vau and Egilka, “she re­sponded most wildly to be­ing spanked. I won­der how ex­cited she and the Plasians would be­come if we bent her over the al­tar and spanked her un­til her ass turned red.”

  Jes­sica sobbed to see Be­vau grow­ing hard again at Cla­jak’s words. Her sheath clutched ever harder at the prince’s cock, re­spond­ing to the idea of an­other round of harsh Kalquo­rian dis­ci­pline.

  “I would love to spank her sweet ass,” Be­vau breathed. “Count me in.”

  “Me too, but I need a few min­utes,” Egilka agreed. He still gasped, try­ing to catch his breath.

  “I can tell she likes the idea too, de­spite her tears,” Cla­jak grinned. He licked the salty drops from her cheeks.

  “I don’t want you to,” Jes­sica said. “I’ll go to your damned planet, I’ll choose a clan, but don’t spank me in front of ev­ery­one. It’s too de­mean­ing.”