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An Alien Enslavement Ch. 02 (Preview)
🕑 Added 2025-01-21 00:45:48 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: I did a rewrite to the intro, so much of this is different from my old Beta preview.
Emma had lost track of time since being forcefully inducted into King Gornu’s harem. Had it been days? Weeks? Months? It all blurred together in a haze of submission and indulgence. Life, if it could be called that, had taken on a strange, intoxicating rhythm. At first, she had resisted fiercely, her assassin’s pride refusing to yield to the lecherous demands of her captor. But over time, her defiance eroded, chipped away by Gornu’s relentless dominance and the overwhelming pleasures forced upon her.
The constant sex, as much as she hated to admit, had become… intoxicating. The feel of his massive cock filling her, the way it stretched her pussy to its limits, sent a rush through her body that she couldn’t entirely process. It wasn’t just physical pleasure, it was the way her body betrayed her. No matter how much her mind rebelled, her body responded, overriding all her inhibitions whenever her master fucked her.
Her sisters in the harem had warned her this would happen. “You’ll learn to enjoy it,” Anara had said, her defiance softened into wry acceptance. “There’s no point fighting your body. It’ll only make things worse.” Emma hated how right they were. The humiliation of her body’s response should have been unbearable, but somewhere along the way, she had learned to live with it, crave it even.
Each encounter blurred the lines between coercion and desire. Gornu’s big hands on her hips, the heat of his breath on her skin, the way he would strip her of every ounce of composure—it all consumed her. She hated him for it, hated herself for how her body betrayed her, but there was no denying the power he held over her now. The sharp edges of her identity, once honed for survival and killing, had softened into submission and a desire to serve.
Sometimes she thought about her friends and family. Ava, her sister’s face flickering in her mind like a distant star. Those memories were the last fragile tether to the woman she had once been, but they felt more distant with each passing day. The world outside Gornu’s palace was slipping away, becoming a shadow, a half-remembered dream.
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Emma knelt obediently between Gornu’s thick legs in her elegant red silk garments that left little to the imagination. Her gold anklets, armlets, and intricate collar gleamed in the light as her head bowed, tirelessly working to please him. The grand dais was alive with the sound of the feast—rowdy laughter, clinking goblets, and the occasional cheer from Gornu’s boisterous guests. None of it mattered to her anymore; the only sound she focused on was the low rumble of approval from her master as her lips worshipped his formidable cock and balls with practiced precision.
Her soft hands cradled his heavy sack as her tongue glided over every inch of him, teasing, tasting, and coaxing the monstrous warlord into a state of bliss. She moved with fluid grace, her every motion calculated to please him. Emma’s lush lips wrapped around his thick dark green shaft, sliding up and down, while her free hand stroked him with steady, rhythmic motions. Her mouth explored him deeply, lavishing attention on every vein, every bump, and every throbbing inch.
“Ho ho ho! My favorite pet never disappoints,” Gornu rumbled, his voice filled with arrogance and satisfaction. He reached down, his pudgy fingers tangling in her vibrant amber hair, guiding her undulating motions as his bald head tilted back in pleasure.
Emma glanced up briefly, her siren green eyes meeting his with submission and practiced adoration. “I only aim to serve you, my king,” she purred between wet kisses along his shaft, her voice soft yet seductive. “Your strength… your power… it’s unmatched in the galaxy. How could I not want to show you my devotion?”
Her words stroked his ego as effectively as her tongue stroked his cock. Gornu chuckled, a deep guttural sound that resonated through the lavish chamber. “You’ve learned well, my sweet fox. A clever girl like you knows her place.” His hand tightened briefly in her hair, pulling her closer as his hips shifted forward. “Go on, don’t stop now. Show everyone here what a good little pet you’ve become.
Emma’s cheeks flushed as she redoubled her efforts, ignoring the spectators scattered throughout the hall. These public displays of submission had become routine for her, but it still made her heart race. Not with humiliation but with an unsettling mix of emotions she barely understood. She had learned to perform flawlessly, to adapt, to endure.
Her lips traveled down, kissing the base of his shaft before moving to his balls. Her tongue flicked over them with a delicate touch, and she gently massaged them with her hands, her every movement deliberate and precise. Gornu groaned above her, his body shifting slightly as he leaned back, utterly indulging in her ministrations.
It wasn’t long before her efforts drew a heavy, groan from Gornu. His cock twitched again her tongue, a telltale sign she had grown accustomed to that her master was about to cum. Pulling away, she directed his cock toward her open, ready mouth, her tongue sexily stretched out to receive his seed.
With a final, deep stroke, Gornu roared, his thick white ropes landing across her pretty face and into her welcoming mouth. Emma moaned tasting his salty goodness. Her hands continued to work his cock, milking every ounce of cum he had from his heavy balls. “Ohhhh, yes… that’s it… Hmm, well done, my sweet fox,” Gornu said, his voice a low satisfied rumble as he slouched on his grand throne.
Emma’s cheeks flushed at his praise. Her lips shut, gulping the hefty load that had accumulated in her mouth. “Of course, master… anything for you,” she replied dutifully, her voice soft and seductive as she collected what remained of his seed from her face with her fingers.
When the feast began to wind down and the guests turned their attention elsewhere, Emma climbed up onto his throne, curling beside her master. Gornu’s large arm draped around her, pulling her close to his side. She rested her head against his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his rounded stomach.
“You spoil me, my king,” she murmured, her tone honeyed and soft. “Your power is everything, and I’m lucky to bask in it.”
Gornu grinned, his jagged teeth glinting in the warm light. “You’ve come so far, my fox. You know just how to please your master like the pretty little slut you are.”
Emma smiled faintly, her head tilted just enough to let him see the admiration she forced into her expression. “Only because you’ve shown me the way, my king. You’ve made me into what I was meant to be.”
Her words fed his pride, and his hand moved to her hip, squeezing possessively. Emma closed her eyes, her body relaxing into the role she had learned so well. Her thoughts drifted briefly, fleetingly, to the woman she used to be, but she pushed them away. This was her life now, and she had learned to accept it.
Emma’s transformation was complete. She had become the loyal concubine King Gornu had always desired. Her fleeting hopes of escape had long since crumbled beneath the crushing weight of his dominance, each lustful encounter forging chains of pleasure and submission that bound her more tightly to the lecherous warlord. Now, she straddled him in his grand bed, her body moving in sync with his, her mind silenced by the sensation of his big cock deep inside her pussy.
Her silken red garments had been discarded, leaving her bare except for her golden anklets, armlets, and the ornate collar around her neck—emblems of her place in his harem. The metal glinted faintly in the warm light of the chamber, accentuating the soft curves of her body as she rode him with practiced grace. The bed beneath them groaned and the combined weight of their bodies, its satin sheets crumpled and damp from their passion.
Gornu lay sprawled beneath her, his rotund frame a stark contrast to her lithe form. His body was imposing as it was grotesque—a mountain of dark green flesh, rippling with layers of muscle and fat. His wide, bulbous torso was adorned with ceremonial tattoos and scars, remnants of his countless conquests. His arms, thick as tree trunks, were veined and powerful, ending in hands large enough to engulf her waist entirely.
She had grown accustomed to his monstrous face, his features a mix of humanoid and alien brutality. A broad snout jutted forward, with flaring nostrils that puffed heavily as he watched Emma move above him. His jagged teeth gleamed under the light, visible even as his lips curled into a smug, triumphant grin. Small, beady yellow eyes glowed with satisfaction, their predatory gaze focused on her every motion. Beads of sweat collected across his bald head, collecting on the pillow he rested on.
Despite his unappealing appearance, Gornu’s body exuded a strange, intimidating power. His gut was big, protruding like a monument to his excess indulgence, yet it did nothing to diminish his sheer strength. His thick and muscular legs shifted occasionally as he adjusted his position, his weight pressing into every corner of the bed.
“Ho ho! That’s it, my sweet fox… Ride that cock,” Gornu rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly, resonating through the chamber. “Heh, look at you… to think you used to be a sharp-tongued assassin! Now you worship me! How does it feel to be put in your place?” His thick fingers trailed up her thighs, gripping her hips with unyielding strength that made her gasp.
Emma leaned forward, her rolling hips moving slower and more deliberately, her collar jingling softly as she tilted her head to meet his beady yellow eyes. “It feels so good, master… I thank you for showing me my rightful place… to serve you however you please…” she murmured, the words spilling from her lips as naturally as her breath. She had become fluent in feeding his ego, in offering him exactly what he wanted to hear, though now, the lines between truth and performance blurred.
“My pussy and womb is yours, master. They are yours to fill whenever you desire…” Emma continued, her voice seductive and full of adoration as he braced her soft hands against his sweaty, blubbery chest. “I love how you feel inside me, master… I love how good you fuck me…”
Gornu grinned wider, his jagged teeth glinting as his greasy hands roamed her body, reveling in the control he held over her. “That’s right, my pretty little fox, you are one of my greatest treasures. Never forget your place, here at my side, pleasing me as only you can.”
Emma closed her glazed green eyes, her body responding to his words, her undulating movements becoming more fluid, more eager, her shapely tits swaying as she rose and descended on his formidable manhood. She hated the lingering fragments of herself that still questioned, still remembered the woman she had been. But as Gornu’s hands gripped her together and her body sank deeper into his, those fragments quickly dissipated in the overwhelming wave of intoxicating lust and desire she had grown so addicted to.
Emma’s body moved with an almost hypnotic rhythm as she rode Gornu, her hands resting on his chest for balance. His jagged teeth gleamed in a predatory grin, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, guiding her movements with a possessive grip. The soft chime of her anklets and armlets punctuated their union, ringing in the air like an erotic melody.
Leaning forward, her collar jingled faintly, Emma pressed her soft lips to his. The kiss was deep and commanding, their tongues intertwining in a heated dance. She shivered as his hands roamed up her back, pulling her closer until her supple boobs were pressed against his broad, blubbery torso. His other hand traveled lower, grabbing her ass with a rough possessiveness that made her gasp in his mouth.
“Mine,” Gornu growled between kisses, his voice a low rumble as he thrust into her, meeting her rolling hips.
“Yours, my king,” Emma breathed, her lips brushing against his as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of his cock driving deep inside her.
Their movements grew more fevered, her pace quickening as Gornu’s grip tightened. Her mind blurred into the passion of the moment. The lecherous king’s groans filled the chamber as he finally felt his climax spill over. His massive hands gripped Emma’s hips as he buried his cock to the hilt. Emma gasped, her body trembling as she felt him release deep inside her, his hot seed filling her womb. The sheer intensity of his orgasm left her breathless, her head tilting back as her siren-green eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.
“Ahh… hmmm, master…” Emma purred, the sensation of him filling her pussy to the brim with his potent seed made her toes curl with desire.
Gornu pulled her forward again, his rough hands sliding up her ass, kneading her flesh as their lips locked into a sloppy kiss. Their tongues twirled as they shared saliva. Emma moaned softly against him, her body pliant and yielding.
With a satisfied chuckle, Gornu gave Emma a firm but playful slap to her plush ass. Emma giggled a light melodic sound that escaped her lips as she slowly rolled off him. The sensation of his thick cock sliding free from her thoroughly used slit sent a lingering tingle through her body, her thighs trembling slightly.
“That was good, my sweet fox,” Gornu rumbled, his deep, gravelly voice tinged with smug satisfaction. He lumbered off the bed, his massive frame commanding as he reached for a silk robe. The luxurious fabric struggled to contain his bulk, draping around him like a trophy of his indulgence.
“Thank you, master,” Emma replied, her tone soft and sweet as she sat back on her heels. Her vibrant green eyes followed him with practiced devotion, her smile a picture of contentment. She watched as Gornu made his way toward the door, the faint jingling of her collar accompanying her movements as she shifted to rest more comfortably.
As the heavy chamber doors creaked open and Gornu exited, Emma let out a sigh, collapsing backward onto the large satin bed. Exhausted yet thoroughly pleased, Emma tilted her head to the side, her red hair splaying across the sheets. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she gazed at the intricately carved ceiling, her mind adrift in the hazy euphoria that lingered after pleasing her master.
But as the former assassin relaxed, far from the dais and the bedchamber’s intoxicating heat, someone was watching, waiting…
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Ava had been trying to reach her sister for months. Ever since she heard about Emma’s botched mission, Ava sprung to action, hastily working to free her sister from her captors. Each step was filled with frustration and struggle. Abogon wasn’t exactly an easy planet to get to. But alas, through all the hardships Ava made it. Clad in a sleek black infiltration suit, she crept through the shadows of Gornu’s palace, her heart pounding as she ventured deeper into the depraved hellhole.
Ava was Emma’s mirror image in many ways—her matching green eyes burned with the same determination and her amber-red hair, cropped short for practicality, carried the same fiery hue. But where Emma’s defiance had eroded under the weight of captivity, Ava’s resolve had only hardened. She was here to save her sister, no matter the cost.
The palace was a maze of opulence and debauchery, its halls filled with sights and sounds that sickened Ava to her core. She slipped past guards and concubines, relying on her agility and training to remain undetected. Her black suit, sleek and fitted, was equipped with an array of tools to aid her mission—holo-disruptors, tranquilizers, and an energy blade strapped to her thigh. Every step brought her closer to the bedchamber she’d identified as Gornu’s private quarters, the most likely place where her sister was being held.
Climbing onto the balcony of the king’s bedchamber, the muffled sounds from within sent a chill down her spine. Her grip tightened on her blade as she eased the glass door open just enough to slip inside, her movements silent and precise. The scene that greeted her stole the breath from her lungs.
Emma lay sprawled across Gornu’s massive bed, her skin glistening with sweat. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. The golden anklets and armlets on her body gleamed in the dim light, and her collar remained snug around her neck. Her hair clung to her damp skin, her expression distant and dazed as she rested against Gornu’s hulking frame. He lay beside her, his arm draped possessively around her waist, his satisfied grin making Ava’s stomach churn.
Ava’s fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her pals as she fought the urge of rage and heartbreak that threatened to overtake her. This was her sister—the woman who had once been cunning, charming, and unstoppable, now reduced to this. Her voice caught in her throat as she took a shaky step forward, the sight of Emma’s complacency cutting deeper than any blade.
As Ava made her approach, blade in hand, ready to kill the fat bastard that did this to her sister, Gornu lumbered out of bed exiting the bed chamber before she could have her revenge. As the door shut behind him, leaving Emma alone across the disheveled sheets, Ava begrudgingly sighed in annoyance. As much as she wanted to cut his thick throat, her main goal was to rescue her sister, she didn’t want to take unnecessary risks.
From the shadows, Ava stepped forward, her heart pounding. She moved quickly, her boots silent against the polished floor, until she stopped just a few feet from the bed. “Emma,” she whispered harshly, her voice trembling with urgency.
Emma’s head turned, her green eyes widening as she recognized the figure before her. For a moment, disbelief flickered across her face but quickly dissolved into a blank, guarded expression.
“Ava,” she said softly, her voice distant. She sat up slowly, the golden collar around her neck gleaming in the dim light. “W-what are you doing here?”
Ava’s eyes darted around the room, her body tense. “What am I doing here??” she said firmly, her voice tinged with frustration and confusion. “I'm here to save you! Why else would I be here?! We have to go. Now.”
Emma tilted her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Save me?” she repeated, almost amused. “You shouldn’t have come, Ava. This is my life now.”
Ava froze, her stomach twisting at her sister’s words. “What are you talking about? This isn’t you, Emma. Y-your mind is twisted bad that evil bastard. You don’t belong here.”
Emma stood from the bed, her bare feet brushing against the cool floor. The anklets around her ankles jingled faintly as she moved closer to Ava, her expression calm yet unyielding. “You don’t understand,” she said, her voice soft. “I love to serve him. He is my king… my master. This is what I was meant to do…”
Ava’s fists clenched, her jaw tightening as she stepped forward. “Snap out of it, Emma!” she hissed. “Whatever he did to you, this isn’t you. You’re stronger than this. You’re not some… concubine. You’re my sister. Remember who you are!”
Emma’s eyes wavered momentarily, the faintest flicker of something familiar crossing her face. But then she shook her head, her expression hardening. “This is who I am now, Ava. You can’t change that.”
Ava took another step forward, grabbing Emma’s shoulders. “I’m not leaving you,” she said firmly. “You’re coming with me, whether you want to or not.”
Emma’s breath hitched, her defenses crumbling as she suddenly wrapped her arms around Ava, pulling her into a tight hug. “I missed you…” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I missed you so much…”
Ava froze, her resolve softening for a moment as she returned the embrace. But then she heard the sound of heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor. Her body tensed as the doors burst open, and Gornu’s rotund form filled the entryway.
“Huh? What the hell is this??” Gornu growled, his beady eyes narrowing as he took the sight in of Ava holding Emma. His voice boomed with fury. “GUARDS! INTRUDER!”
Ava tried to pull away to prepare for the ensuing fight. “Augh, shit! W-what the… Emma! Let go!” she urged, but her sister’s arms tightened around her, holding her arms in place.
“Don’t fight him,” Emma whispered, her voice cracking. “Just… stay with me. We can be together again… You’ll see.”
“Ugh! No, Emma, let me fucking go!” Ava exclaimed, struggling against her sister’s hold as Hyraxian royal guards poured into the room.
Two hulking brutes grabbed Ava, wrenching her Emma’s grasp. She thrashed against them, her voice rising in anger as they quickly disarmed her of her weapons and gadgets. “Augh! Shit! Let go of me, you bastards! Emma!, Don’t do this! Fight back! You’re stronger than this!”
Emma stood frozen, her hands trembling as she watched the guards drag Ava toward the door. Gornu’s cruel laughter filled the room as he stepped aside, allowing them to pass.
“Take her to the cells,” he commanded, his voice cold and amused. “I’ll deal with her later.”
Ava’s green eyes locked onto Emma’s, desperation and betrayal etched into her face. “Emma!” she cried, her voice breaking as the guards took her way.
Emma stood in the center of the room, her body shuddering as tears slipped down her cheeks. She could still hear Ava’s voice echoing in her mind, but she remained rooted in place, unable to move, unable to act. Gornu came up behind her, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he proudly grabbed her ass.
“You’ve done well, my sweet fox,” he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve proven your loyalty once again.”
Emma nodded weakly, her gaze dropping to the floor. The sound of the door slamming shut behind Ava was deafening, and for the first time in what felt like forever, a pang of doubt crept into her heart, unsure if she did the right thing…
