Captured

Alien Clutch #0 - Prequel

By D. Dove

© D. Dove 2023

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Between the long, hard hours he works as an S class Space Courier and the ever-looming mountain of debt he’s desperately trying to climb, Lee Antona’s been having a rough go. Things don’t get better for him when he’s attacked by pirates; he’s overpowered, captured, and sold.

Great.

And his new owners? The Dresht, a reclusive species that Lee knows very little about. But the Dresht seem to think they know a lot about him. They say Lee’s a highly-coveted yshain. A vessel.

A vessel… for Dresht eggs.

Alien Clutch 0: Captured has a 6 dove rating and features endgame mindbreak.

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Contents

Captured

Alien Clutch 1: Forced

Author’s Notes

Captured

Lee Antona had been awake for too long.

He was far into the Tau-7 Quadrant now, much further out than any Human colonies ventured, and he probably shouldn’t be piloting while exhausted, but the space cruiser he’d been allotted by Courier Command was so much slower than his personal ship, and he was up against the wire to get the high-priority, high-security package he was transporting delivered.

A late delivery meant a pay dock, and Lee couldn’t afford that. He had bills, so many fucking bills. His loan payments loomed more menacing by the hour, and on top of that, he needed engine and wing repairs on his personal ship.

For the hundredth time he cursed the pirates that had taken his ship out of commission. Pirates were getting bolder and bolder every day, upgrading their equipment and techniques with ill-gotten gains faster than law-abiding workers like Lee could ever hope to keep up with.

He did have to at least pat himself on the back for evading his attackers in the end. They’d taken out one of his engines and a wing, and he’d still managed to lose them thanks to some tricky navigation through an asteroid field. There he’d been able to camp out until another Courier Alliance ship had answered his distress signal.

But fuck, repairs were expensive. Not to mention more and more flight insurance carriers weren’t covering pirate attacks anymore because of how rampant they were getting. They’d taken mere seconds to deny his repair claim.

So now Lee was stuck with this shitty, slow-ass ship while his was being repaired. The final indignity was that he’d had to pay to rent this hunk of junk too. That had taken funds out of his next loan payment, so now he definitely, definitely couldn’t afford to have his pay docked for being late to deliver. If he fell behind, it would be bad. He could end up in a hole he couldn’t crawl out of.

“I love my job,” Lee muttered aloud to himself as he carefully skirted around a hunk of space debris. “I love my job, and it’s worth it.” It was sounding less and less believable all the time.

The sad part was, he did love this job, for the most part. He enjoyed being a Courier, and he was good at it. He was at home piloting, and loved getting to meet and interact with different places and people and cultures.

It was just that he was just also alone a lot too, traveling solitary for huge stretches of time. It made having any meaningful friendships difficult, having a relationship impossible, and he was taking so much work these days to stay on top of his debts that he wasn’t actually experiencing any of the places he visited.

Lee didn’t regret becoming a Courier. He’d worked hard to achieve S class, and he was proud of how far he’d come, but… sometimes he regretted attending the Alliance’s academy to get there. Sure, they had the top program this side of the solar system, and he knew for a fact that some of his opportunities had come from the people he’d met and networked with during his time there, but if he’d known then what he knew now about being a Courier and what it took to become a good one, if he’d known then how the loans for the program would stack up until they were nearly impossible to make a dent on–

He’d have done things differently, is all.

But there was nothing for it now. All he could do was take harder and harder jobs more and more frequently to stay on top of his minimum payments. He had been managing pretty well all things considered, but setbacks like needing emergency repairs on his ship did all sorts of damage to the work he’d put in to get ahead.

Fuck, he was so tired.

A sudden loud bang of impact against the hull of his ship yanked Lee out of his head. He shot up, eyes on the console as alarm bells blared in his head. If that had simply been space debris, his ship would have alerted him of its incoming trajectory. The fact that he had taken impact without any actual alarms sounding…

“Fucking pirates,” Lee seethed, throwing himself out of his chair as he heard the tell-tale sound of his hull being pried open. He quickly engaged his distress signal, but this far out it could be hours before help arrived. He’d need to defend himself in the meantime.

Well, luckily Lee was fucking good at that.

His fingers curled around his fusion blade as the hull began to give way, body already thrumming as adrenaline beat out the weariness he’d been battling moments ago. He quietly shuffled away from the console and toward his bunk where the metal was being sheared away by some sort of fission weapon. Time to see what he was up against.

The metal fell quickly with a heavy thud, the edges glowing blue where they were still hot. Beyond that, already attached and sealed to his ship, was a pressurized gangplank. Because his proximity alarms hadn’t told him shit, they’d had time to set up all of this.

Lee recognized three different alien species as they clambered onto his ship: half a dozen Scuffs, a pair of Terquanians, and the leader– a Blue Loff. It was a large pirate crew for raiding a ship this small, and he hated the fact that one of them was a Blue Loff. No one wanted to mess with a Blue Loff, even on a good day.

Lee was just one Human up against all that. If he was going to have any chance, he’d need to make this quick, before he was overpowered through sheer number.

He threw himself immediately at the Blue Loff, fusion blade buzzing as it cut through one of the soft-bellied Scuffs in the way. If he could take the leader, he had a chance at the rest turning tail and running.

This strategy was one the crew was clearly prepared for, and as one of the Scuffs fell, another immediately took the place of its gutted comrade, blocking Lee’s direct line to the Blue Loff. It was tempting then to cleave through this one as well and continue his pursuit, but out of the corner of his eye he could see the Terquarians ready to flank him. They weren’t as deadly as the leader, but they could still immobilize him with their crab-like claws.

With teeth gritted in frustration, Lee was forced to turn and fight them off as they came at him, their smirking leader safe behind the offense. Lee swung and dodged, over and over, knocking back attacks and pressing forward with his own, barely thinking as he did so, his body relying on instincts and good training to keep their fission weapons from cutting into him.

Two more Scuffs fell, followed by one of the armored Terquanians with a well-placed strike between its plates that almost got him a pzizzer jolt to the shoulder. As the next Scuff moved in to attack again, Lee could sense his movements slowing against his will, the fatigue catching up to him and dragging on his limbs. The onslaught was relentless even with four pirates down, and he had to keep giving ground until he was backed into a corner of his own ship, blade swinging wildly as he fought the exhaustion. He couldn’t give up—

Then there was a yank on his ankle, one of the Scuffs having gotten in close enough with their long, prehensile tails to grab him. Lee was thrown off balance, the remaining Terquanian darting in with its claws to pinch tight around Lee’s hand in a near bone-crushing grip. Lee cried out as his hand opened automatically and he was forced to drop his weapon. In just minutes the Scuff was on top of him, pinning him bodily to the ground.

Above him, the Blue Loff grinned down at Lee with pointed teeth. He looked like an enormous overgrown glaucus sea slug, hideous and colorfully venomous. “Remove the helmet. You know I like watching their faces as they die.”

Pinned and weaponless, Lee could do nothing to stop the Scuff from tugging off his helmet. Lee glared up at the Blue Loff as he was stripped of that one final barrier.

“Wait,” the Blue Loff said, body rippling as Lee’s translation implant picked up surprise-hope-greed from his subharmonics. “Are you a Human?”

“Fuck you,” Lee spat. He wasn’t going to give the Blue Loff anything if he could help it.

“Qx’lt,” The Blue Loff demanded, turning to the Terquanian. “Is that a Human?”

Qx’lt tilted its head. “I think so,” it clicked. “Pretty far out for a Human to fly.”

“But maybe very lucky for us,” the Blue Loff said, his subharmonics radiating glee-dark-pleasure-greed. “We still have contact with the Dresht, don’t we?”

There was a ripple of sound, a strange tittering, that moved through the remaining crew. Lee didn’t know what that meant, but it couldn’t be good. And Dresht… that word rang a bell, but Lee couldn’t parse it through his exhausted brain.

On the plus side, they hadn’t killed him yet.

“They only want yshain Humans, though,” one of the remaining Scuffs said, Lee’s translator not able to read what Lee felt was a pretty fucking vital word. She nudged Lee with one of her three feet. He glared up at her. “How do we know this one’s a yshain?”

“Oh, they have their own tests for that,” the Blue Loff said, along with hunger-greed-amusement. “And they’ll pay handsomely to have that privilege, which will more than compensate for…” The Blue Loff gestured at the floor and the bodies strewn there. “The losses.”

Something in Lee’s stomach dropped at the words. Pinned as he was, he knew he didn’t stand a chance at fighting free. Even if he managed to throw off the Scuff and overpower the hulking Terquanian, the Blue Loff would only have to press a hand to Lee’s bare skin and Lee was done for. He’d heard that people died in minutes after coming in contact with their venom.

The Blue Loff eyed him knowingly, then smirked with all his terrible, sharp teeth. “Don’t worry little one, we’re going to take you to a nice, new home.”

There were more titters, and now Lee was certain it was laughter. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

The Blue Loff looked to his crew. “I want this ship cabled and ready to move in five. Restrain the Human and take it back to our ship and try to be… gentle about it. We want it in top shape.” Glee-greed-amusement-pleasure. “Resh-wh, get a message to your contact that we’ve got something to sell.”

Lee bit down on the instinct to yell or curse or fight, remembering his training. If he wasn't going to be killed, then there would be an opportunity to escape later. It was in his best interest to bide his time and not pick up further injury between now and then. He’d need to be in fighting condition to escape.

A second later, something jabbed into Lee’s leg. He had barely a moment to realize he’d been injected with something, that one of the Scuffs was holding a needled object, before a wave of dizziness washed over him. He opened his mouth to snarl, but then everything in his vision grayed out.

He was unconscious before he was even dragged off his ship.

***

Lee came to with a groan, mouth dry and voice creaky, feeling as though he’d been run over by a hoverbike. The light overhead burned when he tried to open his eyes. He snapped them shut again, head pulsing with his heartbeat.

He tried to reach and rub at his dry eyes, only to find his arms restrained.

At that realization, Lee’s eyes flew open. His eyes still burned, but he shoved that aside because his memories were flooding back. He’d been running late on a delivery, the piece-of-junk ship’s alarm hadn’t gone off, and he’d been overpowered and then humiliatingly captured.

And now he was…?

The first big thing Lee noticed was that he was naked. The Courier uniform he’d been wearing was nowhere to be seen, and he was lying on some sort of elevated table, completely bare. The tabletop was plush, and sort of… fancy? A little like a thin but luxurious mattress, which was weird. If Lee wasn’t naked and restrained and trying not to panic about where the fuck he was, he could probably get comfortable here and nap. He was sure exhausted enough to.

But there was no time for rest. Lee snapped his legs closed to try and preserve some of his modesty even though he was alone in the room, and leveraged himself to sit up. Trying to tug his arms free from their restraints was useless; Lee had a sinking suspicion he was wearing grav cuffs.

Fuck.

His shoulders were aching, his whole body was aching. How long had he been out? He did a quick self assessment: it had been long enough for his throat to be dry, but he wasn’t hungry yet. It had been a few hours maybe? If he’d been abducted on a fast enough ship, though, a few hours could put him in an entirely different quadrant, and very, very far from where he’d sent out the distress signal.

This was bad. This was really, really bad.

Lee looked around the room, trying to take stock of where he was. It was surprisingly nice for a holding cell. It didn’t look anything like the belly of a ship, but rather like a small hotel room. It was cleaner and more minimal than someone’s living quarters might be, but aside from the padded table he was sitting on, there was an incredibly plush-looking chair, a squat cabinet that looked like it was made of stone, and a screen on the other side of the room, mounted in much the way an entertainment screen might be.

The plush chair was also very large, Lee noted with dismay.

A chair built for who? And what was this place? Where was this place?

There was one door to his right, but it was closed. Even if Lee could get out of the cuffs, he would put credits on the door being locked. The pirates had been talking about selling him, so maybe that was what this room was? Some kind of auction area? The place didn’t sound like a ship, that was for certain—it lacked the faint background hum that came with engines and movement. Was he planetside somewhere? If so, getting a hold of an escape ship might prove more difficult.

The fact that he was naked didn’t bode well either, if this was an auction scenario. It suggested something Lee didn’t want to think about. He hadn’t been beaten and thrown in a dingy cell, but he was starting to wish he had. At least then Lee’d know what to expect. He’d escaped dingy cells before.

First things first, he should probably at least get off this stupid table. Better to be on his feet and ready to fight or flee as the situation demanded.

But the moment he tried to inch his way to the edge of the table, he was met with resistance. His cuffs beeped and yanked him backwards.

They were magnetized to the table.

Great.

Lee tried to think through the growing panic. There were trackers on his ship and in his uniform, but there was no way of knowing if they were still intact. He’d sent out an emergency signal blast when the pirates had boarded, but space was big and Lee had been moved. Without his trackers, no one would have any idea where he was.

Pirates were infuriatingly good at finding tracking beacons and disabling them, he had to account for that. You couldn’t steal and resell things that were trackable, after all. In all likelihood, Lee was on his own.

The couple of inches of slack in the cuffs gave him a little movement in any one direction, but not enough to do anything with. He tested it in every direction, and then blew out an angry breath. His gaze cast about the room for anything else that could help him.

It was nearly as barren as a holding cell though, even if slightly more comfortable.

Lee forced himself to stop uselessly tugging at the cuffs. He needed to save his energy for whatever happened next, work with what he had. He was a trained and capable S class Courier with four years and dozens of missions under his belt for galaxy’s sake. Whatever the pirates planned to do with him, he wasn’t going to go quietly.

Unfortunately, it seemed like all he could do for the time being was wait.

“Can’t catch a break, can you Antona?” he growled to himself. The room wobbled a little, either the last of the sedative or his pure exhaustion, he didn’t know.

Fuck, he was so goddamn tired.

The silence of the room wore him down. Time slipped by, and he was halfway to drifting when a beep came at the door. He jolted awake, adrenaline pouring into his body as he steeled himself. His hands might have been compromised, but they hadn’t restrained his legs. Lee was going to make whatever happened next as difficult as fucking possible for his captors.

The two who walked in, though, weren’t a part of the pirate crew that had captured him. Instead, it was a pair of aliens of a species Lee had never seen before. They were huge–broad and easily seven feet tall, with dark blue scaled skin and coiling tails. They had ears on the tops of their head like a cat would, and hair on their heads that was styled elaborately. Their clothing was in a dark color palette, neatly designed and fitting, and from what Lee could tell, they weren’t carrying any obvious weapons. They looked elegant. Peaceful, even.

Who were they?

One of the most important parts of spacefaring was identifying the aliens and planets you encountered. It was as important to know a Blue Loff on sight as it was to know which planets had acid atmospheres and which were No Fly Zones for political reasons.

Lee knew all those things. He’d been top of his class at the academy. He was adept at avoiding peoples and places that would interfere with his deliveries, and was an expert in navigating etiquettes for a hundred different species.

So why didn’t he know what these two were?

“Oh, he’s beautiful,” the taller of the two purred as they came further into the room. The voice was low and deep. Lee was both grateful to his translation implant for working, and very, very unhappy with the words it was translating. “He’s so small. I’ve never seen a Human in person before.”

“Aren’t they lovely?” the other one said. “And look! His eyes are green.”

“Like gemstones,” the taller one said, sounding admiring as it leaned into Lee’s space to see.

Lee reared back as much as the cuffs allowed, baring his teeth in a snarl.

But the alien simply smiled at him, as if Lee had performed a cute trick. Unless it was mimicking him? Baring its teeth? Was that aggressive here or not?

“He passed all our other tests with flying colors,” Shorter Alien said, voice pleased. “He’ll be a perfect yshain for a very lucky couple.”

Yshain. There was that word again, the one Lee couldn’t seem to translate. The pirates had used that word. They had been talking about–

Something itched at the back of Lee’s brain. Blue scales, pointed ears… he tried to mentally picture his field guide. There were a number of species that didn’t interact much with others. Species that were private, insular. The guide never had much on them, but nearly all known species had illustrated portraits for reference. He hurriedly flipped through the pages in his mind trying to match these two.

“I’m sure he will,” Taller Alien said with a rumbly sigh. “My mate and I are so privileged to be a part of his initial testing. It’s all we’ve been able to talk about since we got the summons.”

It clicked in Lee’s head.

Dresht. The pirates had said it, but he’d been too preoccupied at the time.

The Dresht, the field guide had read, were known by their blue scales, and how absolutely private they were about their people. Their home planet traded a kind of durable silk, but kept out of all other alliances and political treaties. The entry in the field guide was depressingly short since no one ever encountered them. They weren’t expansionists or warmongers, as far as it was known. And when a species was hostile, it was known.

Maybe Lee could reason with them?

“Could you please uncuff me?” Lee asked, sitting up as straight as he could to try and look like someone to be taken seriously. “I’m accountable to the MW-23 Couriers Alliance out on a delivery, and if I don’t return–”

“I’m sorry sweetling,” Shorter Dresht said, reaching out to stroke through Lee’s hair. Lee jerked back and tried to bite him, but it only made the alien smile as if he were a cute but unruly kitten. “You’ll get proper jahin soon, I promise. Your match mates will be so happy to provide for you.”

“Oh, he looks so distressed,” Taller Dresht said, with what appeared to be genuine worry. “I know he’s not supposed to have a humshus in during his testing but isn’t there something I can do?”

Shorter Dresht’s tail lashed thoughtfully, and he tapped on a device he was wearing around one wrist with a claw tip. “You can give him your fingers until you actually start dropping your clutch. But his mouth should be empty then so we can monitor full exhalation for his safety.” It smiled at Lee again. “I’m sorry, I know you won’t like it.”

“Fuck right I won’t,” Lee snarled. “I want my freedom and a ship—” and my clothes—

He was cut off by the taller one plunging two of his fingers into Lee’s mouth, cutting him off.

“There now,” the Dresht said. “Isn’t that better?”

Lee bit down on the Dresht’s fingers as hard as he could, but the Dresht only chuckled and stroked Lee’s cheek with its free hand. “He’s biting as hard as his little teeth can,” it said to the shorter one. “Poor thing is missing a humshus so badly.”

“He’ll get his pick of jahin once he’s matched and be much happier,” the shorter one said brightly. Then he cooed to Lee, “Won’t you, little one?”

Lee glared at them both and tried to bite harder.

Another low, rumbly laugh, and then the shorter one was handing something over to the Dresht that had its fucking fingers in Lee’s mouth. “Now I’m sure you remember, but one of the reasons you and your mate were chosen for this portion of the testing, aside from genetics, is because your history shows that you usually have a very small clutch, delivered quickly, which is ideal for an unmatched yshain pre-Season. There isn’t a time limit for the testing of course, but it can be stressful, especially for freshly rescued Humans, so we do try to limit their time in the facility.”

“Of course.”

The Dresht gestured to a remote on the chair. “Hit the top button to alert us when you’re finished. The rest of the controls are for his cuffs and for the screen. Do you have any other questions?”

“I don’t think so,” Taller Dresht said. “I’m very eager to get started.”

“I’m sure,” the shorter one said with a knowing smile. “Now remember, he might be a little agitated. Rescued Humans come to us from incredibly stressful situations and environments, and there’s typically an acclimation period for them to adjust to their life here.” The Dresht shook his head. “Most of them don’t even know what wonderful treasures they are, how they were built to be yshains.”

Yshain. There was that word again. Lee needed to know what the fuck it meant, and he needed to know now.

Also rescued Humans… did the Dresht buy Lee off the pirates to save him? Lee had a sinking suspicion he wasn’t about to just be set free.

“But don’t worry,” Shorter Dresht continued. “He passed all his tests marvelously, and we’ll be monitoring his stress levels throughout the entire rest of the testing. We’ll interfere if there’s need, but he’s well within the normal range for recently rescued Humans.”

“Wonderful,” the taller Dresht said. “That’s good to know, thank you.”

“Of course. You can use the call button if there’s anything else you need, but otherwise tslip venetanish.”

“Thank you,” Taller Dresht said, and with that the shorter one turned and left the room.

The remaining Dresht turned back to Lee, smiling at him, and withdrew his fingers from Lee’s mouth. “Hello precious yshain. My name is Zeeran, it’s an honor for me and my partner to share this testing with you. Are you ready to get started?”

Lee had a volley of furious insults he wanted to hurl, but he wanted information more, so he shoved that outrage aside for a moment. “What happened to the pirates?” he demanded.

Zeeran tilted his head. “Pirates? Oh—were they who you were rescued from? I’m afraid I don’t know the details of that, sweetling, I’m sorry.” He looked Lee up and down again, a burgeoning hunger clear in his expression. “Krish, you’re so pretty. So pretty and small. You’ll look so beautiful when you’re full the way you need to be.”

Chills slid down his spine. Lee suddenly had the worst feeling about what was about to happen. About what he’d been sold here by the pirates for.

“Don’t touch me!” he hissed as Zeeran’s large hands slid up his thighs to caress the skin. “S-stop!”

“You’re so soft,” Zeeran said with a sigh. “Even softer than you look.”

Lee shuddered at the sensation, at the ticklish drag of claws. “Don’t.” He tried to pull away again on instinct even though there was nowhere to go.

“So soft and so scaleless.” The claw tips ran up the outside of Lee’s thigh, skimming the hair there. “I can’t believe there’s a whole race of beings like you. Are they all as pretty as you are?”

“Fuck you,” Lee said, baring his teeth.

“Oh,” Zeeran beamed as though delighted. “I’m sorry, I don’t know that word.”

Then the Dresht was reaching for the remote. He hit a button and the table shifted forward, sliding closer to the chair. Zeeran leaned forward to follow, reaching around Lee to where his hands were bound. At once Lee bent to try and bite at the Dresht again.

But Zeeran only clicked his tongue. “You need something to bite so badly, poor thing. It doesn’t seem right that they haven’t created a humshus that can be used while testing. But don’t worry, I’ll fix it again once we get comfortable.”

Lee did not like the sound of that at all, and snapped his mouth shut. He didn’t know what fixing it might mean to this Dresht, but Lee didn’t want to find out.

Zeeran pet through Lee’s hair and Lee tried to rear back. “Just a moment, and I’ll get you situated. I won’t keep you waiting, I promise.”

He hit another button on the remote, and the cuffs came unhooked from the table. It was a surprise, and Lee only had a moment to realize it before the alien was pulling him forward. Lee struggled against the grip, trying to free himself. This was his chance—

But Zeeran was too strong. He picked Lee up off the table as easily as anything, walking over to the plush chair. He sat, still holding Lee in his arms, and though Lee thrashed as much as he could, Zeeran’s grip was firm. No give to it at all.

The Dresht took his cuffs and detached them from one another, guiding each to an arm of the chair. There was an audible tone of another button, as the grav cuffs were re-engaged there.

Lee snarled in frustration, finding himself straddling the alien’s lap. He could lean a little forward from this position, and he did so trying to bite anywhere he could reach.

Zeeran only chuckled. “I know, I know, I promised to take care of you. It’ll only be for a little bit longer, sweetling. I just have to get us comfortable.”

Lee barely heard him. His better senses were leaving him now that he was in this Dresht’s lap, and he twisted and pulled against the cuffs. He knew it was useless already, but he couldn't help himself. He was naked and cuffed and—

“Like a puffed up little xerif,” Zeeran said affectionately. “You’ll make your match couple so happy. They’ll adore you. Let me just…”

The remote was put aside, and Zeeran’s hands moved underneath Lee. Lee was still up on his knees, preventing himself from sitting totally in the Dresht’s lap. Claws tickled against his inner thighs.

There was a sound of a zipper, and a caught exclamation escaped Lee. Zeeran ignored it, more occupied with pulling out—

His cock.

Lee’s heart stumbled. There was no denying now what he was here for.

“No,” he gasped.

Zeeran made no indication that he’d heard Lee—or maybe he just didn’t care. His hand stroked at his still soft purple cock, beginning to wake it up. It was different from a Human cock, not tapered at all, but the same width from the base to the tip. The end was a blunter shape too, divoted inward like a crater would be, and in the center was a small hole where a viscous purple substance oozed from. When the Dresht stroked downward and pulled at the skin, that little hole was pulled more open and more wetness flowed out.

It was huge in the Dresht’s hand, long and thick and demanding.

“D-don’t—” Fuck, fuck, fuck, what could Lee even do? He was helpless like this, so fucking helpless. “Please, I’m not what you think you want, I’m a Courier, I need to finish my delivery, please—”

But the Dresht wasn’t listening. He continued to stroke himself, to rouse himself to full stiffness. The cock grew and grew, deepening in hue as it did, leaking everywhere. It was way too big to fit anywhere inside Lee. Way too big for what this alien intended.

“Easy, little one.” Zeeran shifted, and then his cock was no longer visible. Lee felt it slap against the back of his thigh, leaving wetness there. The heat of it was incredible, so much hotter than a Human’s precome would be.

Lee trembled, pulling incessantly at the cuffs. “Don’t, please.” His voice sounded pathetic and scared to his own ears.

Zeeran widened his legs, forcing Lee’s knees further apart. It dropped his whole body lower, closer to the Dresht’s cock.

“You’re so small,” Zeeran sighed, as though enamored. “But I’ll be careful with you, don’t worry.”

“No!” Lee tried to push away as one of Zeeran’s big hands reached around him and pulled one of his ass cheeks apart. The slick blunt head touched Lee’s hole, poking at the furled muscle with intention.

It was a lick of heat, the lubricant smearing against his skin. More and more dripped out, and he could feel it trailing down his thighs. He was trapped where he was, and it would only take a rough tug down to have him split him apart on that cock. The Dresht had the strength to make it happen, and Lee would have no way of stopping it.

Zeeran purred, a deep, sonorous sound that seemed to come from his chest. “I know you’re scared,” he said as he stroked himself idly, his cock bobbing up against Lee’s hole, threatening to go in. “It’s a big change for you. But you’re going to be so treasured now. When you pass this testing you’ll go to your new mates, and you’ll have no more worries.”

That sounded exactly the opposite of no worries. “Please don’t. You don’t understand–”

“I can’t imagine how stressful it was for you, living wraylen like that,” Zeeran said gently. “You’ve been through so much. But you’ll get what you need now.”

Lee shook his head in horror. The Dresht wasn’t hearing him, wasn’t listening! His adrenaline was pumping hard, the fear gripping his throat tight as every plea was ignored.

This was happening.

“All right, let’s see.” The Dresht reached for the remote again. “I know this is about you going at your own pace, so I’ll just get you started and then you can take your time.”

Before Lee could demand what that meant—or protest more—there was another beep of a button, and the gravity shifted on the cuffs. It pulled the mitts down the outside of the chair arms, dragging him bodily lower and causing his knees to slide wider to compensate.

Then suddenly he was in the perfect position to let the Dresht notch the wide tip of his cock into Lee’s ass.

He gasped as it pushed in far too easily. It was a stretch, an awful, uncomfortable one, but there wasn’t the tearing agony he’d expected. He was somehow loose there in a way he hadn’t accounted for.

Had he been prepared while he was unconscious? Lee had woken up aching all over, but he hadn’t registered that someone had touched him there. He had a quick, intense image of how it might have been—those thick Dreshtian fingers pushing inside him, preparing him in a perfunctory, medical way. Getting him ready for this.

Lee bit down on a cry as a little more of that hot, thick cock pushed in. It was just on the side of pain that it didn’t truly hurt, but it was so much, punching the air out of his lungs. It was humiliating how easily he was taking it, how everything had been arranged just so for this very outcome.

He tried to shove up and away again, but it was useless. There wasn’t enough slack in the cuffs.

“So good,” Zeeran groaned. “You feel amazing. So hot and tight—you really are the perfect little yshain, aren’t you?”

“I’m not whatever that is,” Lee begged, trying to push up higher onto his knees. “Please, I—” he couldn’t stop the curse that burst out of him as another inch of Zeeran’s cock slid inside of Lee’s body. “Please—”

Everything was so wet, slick with the lubricant from the Dresht’s cock, almost too hot to bear, except Lee was so stretched that he was taking it. He was burning, sick at that realization.

Zeeran cooed something at him, but Lee couldn’t hear it. His mind was too occupied with the impossible way he was stretching around Zeeran’s cock, uncomfortably full with it.

Then there was another beep from the remote, and the gravity of his cuffs pulled him down again. There was no fighting the inexorable force on the cuffs. Lee’s knees were forced wider, and the Dresht's cock sank further into him.

Without any tapering, there was no easing into it. Lee keened, almost choking as he was made to take too much too quickly. Even if he had plenty of time, he’d never taken anything this big. He could feel his hole fluttering around the girth, his whole body struggling with the reality of what was happening.

“Perfect,” Zeeran sighed, and stopped pushing in.

Lee trembled, trying to suck in air, and glanced down to see he’d only taken about half. How could it feel like this, and yet there was so much left? He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t do this.

“Oh and of course! I did promise,” Zeeran said after a moment. “I won’t leave you empty, sweetling.” Before Lee could react, Zeeran pushed his thumb into Lee’s mouth, curling his fingers around Lee’s cheek, trapping him like that.

Furious and sick, Lee ground his teeth down as hard as he could, but even as he did it, he knew it would mean nothing.

Zeeran just gave him a fond look. “Biting so hard! I knew you needed to be filled. Isn’t that better?”

No, no it fucking wasn’t. None of this was “better.” Lee was now full on both ends, kept from even spitting curses. Zeeran didn’t pay Lee’s furious scowl any mind. Instead he leaned back against the chair and relaxed. He didn’t move, and didn’t force more of his cock into Lee.

Lee still braced for it, but the seconds turned into a minute, then two. Still Zeeran didn’t move, seemingly content to have Lee split open on a few inches of his cock and nothing more.

Lee didn’t understand what was happening, but the suspense was its own sort of torture. What was the Dresht waiting for? He yanked uselessly at the cuffs, tried to push out the finger in his mouth with his tongue, but Zeeran was immovable.

On his knees like this, Lee was barely supporting himself. The width of Zeeran’s lap already had his thighs burning.

But he wasn’t going to give in and sit. He was going to fight with everything in him.

As Lee knelt there, half impaled, Zeeran’s free hand started to wander, exploring Lee’s taut body. Claw tips slid up one of Lee’s legs onto his belly and Lee shivered from the sensation, one of his knees slipping momentarily. The cock plunged further into him.

Lee cried out around Zeeran’s thumb, hurrying to readjust and push back up off the cock as far as he could go. Even prepared, the thing was huge inside him. It felt like it might break him.

Zeeran let out another one of those growl-purrs and Lee tensed in anticipation.

But he didn’t start fucking Lee. His eyes simply flickered over Lee’s body, as if drinking Lee in, attention rapt.

“Look at you,” Zeeran breathed, claw tips continuing to explore, tickling over Lee’s skin and raising the fine hairs there. “Split open so beautifully, taking me so well. Your match mates are going to be so lucky.”

Lee made an inarticulate sound of rage, glaring for all he was worth. Perhaps the worst part of it was the softness of it all. How Zeeran was forcing himself on Lee but not hurting him, as if he wanted Lee to enjoy it.

Zeeran’s claws skated up Lee’s torso and found his nipples, and the next thing Lee knew, those claw tips had retracted so that Zeeran could pluck at one. “And these are so cute,” the Dresht said, looking fascinated. “Is this how you feed your young?”

Lee’s whole body tensed as Zeeran circled his nipple with one large, smooth finger. He’d always been sensitive there, and in this moment Lee hated how just that small touch was making his body burn hot.

Get your hands off me, he tried to snarl, the words garbled. The attempt at speech turned into a choked gasp when Zeeran pinched his nipple gently, as if testing what that would do.

“Oh, you like that,” Zeeran purred, doing it again. “I can feel the way you clench around me when I touch your little buds. I wonder if…” and then he pressed his thumb down over Lee’s nipple, rubbing in slow circles.

Lee arched under the touch, his moan dragged out of him, turning into a thin cry as the movement slid more of Zeeran’s cock inside. The pressure was intense now from how full he was, and Lee desperately tried to push back up higher on his knees, even as Zeeran continued to play with his chest.

“Sucking me right in,” Zeeran said reverently. “Krish, you’re perfect. I can’t wait to fill you with a clutch. You’ll be so pretty and full.”

Everything in Lee’s body froze.

A clutch?

As in… as in eggs?

Was that a translation issue or did that actually mean—?

He stared up at Zeeran. The alien had scales, a tail. The field guide had nothing on Dresht reproduction, but now if Lee had to make a guess–

“Mm, I can see how badly you need it,” Zeeran said as he traced back down Lee’s belly. “You’ve been empty for so long, haven’t you, sweetling? But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” There was a low approving purr that reverberated through Lee’s body. “You’re so small—you’ll look so pretty full of my eggs. A perfect yshain.”

Eggs.

What the fuck.

The idea of some Dresht putting eggs in him was a horrifying one. He wasn’t—

But he couldn’t even protest, couldn’t deny that he wanted this, couldn’t tell the Dresht he wanted anything but this. He wasn’t a yshain, whatever that was. This was all a horrible mistake.

All he could do was kneel there, trying to keep any more of Zeeran’s cock from pushing inside of him, as the Dresht’s big hands kept petting over his body. He touched Lee with a kind of careless familiarity that made Lee shudder.

No! Lee tried to scream, terrified. His legs were split so wide now that they were starting to really hurt. He shifted to try to relieve the growing ache, but it only caused him to drop further onto Zeeran's cock. He let out a punched out noise as that thick pressure drove up into him, carving out more room in his body.

Zeeran purred with pleasure. “Take your time, little one. They told me all about how you need to go at your own pace.”

The easy way Zeeran spoke about what was happening made a shudder run through Lee as a dozen frantic questions spun through his head. How did the Dresht get this idea about what Humans “needed?” How many Humans were on this planet? Were they all “rescued”—kidnapped—like Lee had been?

What was this testing for?

Time oozed by as Lee panted for air, struggling to stay upright. Still Zeeran didn’t move. He was letting Lee go at his own pace to fuck himself on Zeeran’s cock. He could feel it pulse where it was buried, but Lee was afraid to push back up properly onto his knees. Would moving make– make the eggs happen? What had to happen before Zeeran started laying his clutch inside Lee?

Lee squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore how his legs were aching. To slip was to let more of the Dresht’s cock inside him, and risk this alien putting an egg inside him. He poured his focus into trying to keep still, to lock his muscles in place.

“Here, little one,” Zeeran’s voice said. “Let me make you feel even better.” And then large, warm fingers were plucking and rubbing at Lee’s nipples, playing with his chest in a way that had Lee biting down hard on the finger in his mouth to try to keep his uncontrolled moans from escaping.

The onslaught was too much after a few minutes, and Lee’s weakening legs gave out, letting Zeeran’s cock plunge further in. It twitched wildly when Luke fell, and the stretch and burn was almost unmanageable. Lee hurriedly pushed back up on his knees, but he was shaky, so exhausted, and his strength kept giving out, plummeting him back down onto the Dresht’s lap.

It started to resemble a slow fucking. Lee tried to stay up, but his muscles grew so painful he had to move to give himself relief, and every time it let the Dresht's cock further inside his body. It was clearly a test he was meant to fail.

Part of Lee knew he should just give up, should save his strength for trying to escape after this was—over. But every time he thought about sitting further on the Dresht's lap, of getting that enormous cock all the way inside him, a sick, tremulous feeling rose in his stomach.

He couldn't let this happen. He was not going to be some alien’s sex slave.

As devoted to that decision as he was, the strain slowly wore Lee down. He couldn’t tell how much time had gone by, but it was enough that his muscles were pushed to collapse. Every time he had to adjust, he was less and less quick to force himself back up onto his aching knees.

It was then that the Dresht gave him a little slack in the grav cuffs. Lee heard the tone and felt some of that impossible weight fall away. It reinvigorated Lee, snapping his tiring body to attention. When he pushed up, he found that he’d been given enough slack to get nearly all the way off the Dresht’s cock.

It didn’t take long to discover that that, too, was part of the test. It left him precariously perched on his wobbling thighs, and then when he slipped, there was further to fall.

There was shame to each failure. He could rise almost all the way up off the cock, but he couldn't stay that way. The strain had built up too much, and his strength was failing him. His body was failing him.

He almost hated that the Dresht wasn’t touching him, forcing him. Somehow that would’ve been easier, if he was being cruelly handled. If it wasn’t his own endurance giving out.

But Zeeran seemed satisfied to wait, to let Lee take his time and fight with himself.

The pain built and built in his muscles.

After long, long minutes, he gave in again, unable to fight anymore. The cock plunged into him, and he hated the relief in his muscles at doing so. He hated as it filled him up that he was grateful to have a moment off his legs.

“That’s it, sweet one,” Zeeran cooed, petting Lee’s hair. Lee tried to jerk away but there was nowhere to go, especially not with the way he was now impaled, so full he could feel it in his throat. “You just relax now. You did so well, so perfect. I’ll give you my clutch, I won’t keep you waiting.”

Lee hissed, and pushed himself back up, dragging himself off the cock with a staggering amount of effort. Immediately his muscles started screaming at him.

How long had it been? He didn’t know. His mind was pulled in a dozen directions, straining under the weight of the situation. He was so, so tired, body pushed to its breaking. He didn’t know how much longer he could do this.

He just needed to— to hold himself up. He needed to get himself together, figure out a way out of this. The Dresht didn’t seem particularly violent, so Lee might have a chance if he could get free.

He was an S class Courier for fuck’s sake. He was strong, resilient. He’d been trained to fight and withstand torture.

Except this wasn't torture exactly. This was a slow filing down of his senses, a breaking with near softness. Zeeran wasn't forceful with him, wasn't being cruel to him. The claw tips when they ran over his skin made him shiver from sensitivity, but they weren’t cutting.

Lee hated that it didn’t hurt.

He made a low, angry sound, furious at his own helplessness. It was so hot and wet where they were joined now, and the slide was easy, slick. It made his nerves do things he didn’t want to feel.

“Sweet thing,” Zeeran purred. “It’s such a pleasure watching you enjoy yourself.”

His free hand slid over Lee’s thighs and to the join of his legs, wrapping around Lee’s cock, soft from panic and stress and exhaustion. At the first gentle rub at the sensitive underside, Lee cried out and dropped down completely on the Dresht’s cock. He didn’t mean to, the touch had just been shocking and unexpected. His body was so sensitive, so overextended.

The cock filled him to extreme. It was too much, pushing at his insides, making room where there shouldn’t be.

“Your body is so hungry,” Zeeran said, giving Lee careful, slick strokes. “It wants to be filled so badly. I’ll do that for you, I promise. Just relax for me, little one.”

Lee shook his head desperately. He needed to get up, needed to get that cock out of him.

But fuck, he was so tired and it didn’t even hurt that much. There was uncomfortable pressure, a fullness so deep inside he wanted to squirm away from it, but the pain of that was duller than the sharp ache of his muscles.

“You can take your pleasure,” Zeeran said, voice low and warm. “I know you want my clutch. It’s only natural for a yshain.”

No! Lee wanted to spit, because it wasn’t true.

A thumb pad rubbed over Lee’s cockhead, the smooth skin sending a jolt of —something through him. Lee made a sound, hateful and confused. His body had tightened around the Dresht’s thickness.

“Mmm,” Zeeran sighed. “It won’t be much longer. I can feel it.”

That shocked Lee back into his head. He forced his knees back under him, ignoring the wet sound as the cock slid out of him. His legs were quivering now, and he barely managed to get all the way up.

“You’ve done so well,” Zeeran said with fondness. “So soft and pretty for me. Let me fill you up, let me give you what you need.”

The thumb fell away from Lee’s cock and returned to his nipples. “And look at these,” Zeeran said warmly as he pinched one, tugging it lightly. Lee almost dropped back down, letting out a garbled sound. “So cute and pink, just asking to be played with. When I touch them you squeeze around me so sweetly. I’m so happy I get to make you feel good.” A pause, then, “Oh, I wonder if…”

Zeeran leaned down, and his mouth found Lee’s nipple. The moment wet heat closed over the bud, Lee cried out, loud and wanton. The sensation was like nothing else he’d ever experienced, rebounding through his body, making his stomach flutter. He didn’t want to feel this, didn’t want to hear himself make those kinds of noises.

Then the Dresht sucked at him.

More sounds dropped out of Lee’s mouth, muffled by Zeeran’s thumb, as Lee tried to pull away, body confused and out of control.

The Dresht sucked a little harder, making Lee writhe in his lap, taking more of his cock again, unable to help the slick slide of it into his body. His knees were a terrible agony, and he shifted down a little more just to give himself relief. He couldn’t give in, he couldn’t—

“That’s it,” Zeeran coached as he continued to mouth at Lee’s chest. The dueling sensations were so much, too much, and Lee’s brain was beginning to fog from it all. “Just let me in, sweet one. You’re almost there.” He slipped back down on the Dresht cock. It was so easy, he was so wet and well-stretched.

A tongue lapped at Lee’s nipple, encouraging. Lee shut his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see. He tried to block out all the shivery feelings going through him.

“You’re doing so well,” Zeeran murmured. “I can’t wait to fill you. I’ll give you my clutch, every one of my eggs, fill you so full. Don’t you want that?”

Lee shook his head desperately, but even as he did, his body eased further down, the last of his strength burning out. A mouth closed around his nipple again at the same time, sending his thoughts spinning.

He could feel the cock inside him twitching, sliding deeper and deeper.

“That’s— almost—“

Lee was nearly all the way down before he realized how much he was taking. It was an aching, choking depth. Deep enough it felt as though it were touching Lee in some fundamental way, so deep inside him he’d never get free of it.

Zeeran let out a loud, rumbling purr, hands grasping for Lee’s hips.

“Almost there,“ the Dresht breathed fervently. “Almost there, sweetling.”

Lee jerked up immediately, the last bits of his logic hooking in and pulling him. It demanded he keep trying, that he not give up. Zeeran groaned as his cock almost slipped out.

Then Lee was plunging back down at a suck on his nipple. He pushed up wildly, fell back down. It was a fucking he couldn't stop, one he was doing himself but was helpless to prevent. He had to escape, he had to fight–

He keened when he dropped down hard again, letting the Dresht strike that impossible place inside him. No, no! He couldn’t let—

He couldn’t—

“You’ll be so full,” Zeeran moaned. “So beautiful. I’ll make you feel so good.”

The panic spiked back through Lee, even as his body quivered. He wrenched himself up, exhausted and desperate and confused. He was so wrung out, but he still—he still had to try—

He felt viscerally the moment his muscles gave out completely. The dregs of his strength drained away, and his scream was stifled by Zeeran’s thumb as Lee slid back down, driving the Dresht’s cock all the way into the deepest part of him. He let it carve out space inside him.

Claws tightened on his hips to hold him there. Zeeran let out a deep, low rumble that reverberated all through Lee.

“Yes,” the Dresht groaned. “So perfect, so open for me, yes.”

Lee felt an intense pressure at his rim that was unmistakably the first egg trying to push in. He tried to thrash, tried to force his body into listening to him, but he was too weak, too drained. There was no strength left in him to pull up.

The egg pushed past his rim and further in. The blunt, tubular shape of their cocks made sense then. Lee felt the moment it was pushed from the Dresht’s cock, the moment it was fully inside him, because it was a sick, undeniable weight. With a muffled sob, Lee’s head slumped forward against Zeeran’s chest, nothing left in him to even hold it up anymore.

“There’s one,” Zeeran gasped, fingers carding through Lee’s hair. “Perfect yshain, just look at you, taking my clutch.”

Lee could barely breathe, let alone deny it. All he could do was pant weakly as Zeeran’s thumb slid out of his mouth. Lee sat there, vision blurring, as he felt another horrible egg pushing insistently at his rim.

“Please,” he gasped, his voice a wreck. “Please—”

“You don’t have to beg,” Zeeran breathed, and both his hands found Lee’s nipples now, rolling them under the pads of his thumbs. “I’ll give you what you need.”

Lee whimpered and squirmed feebly where they were joined, his words gone as the second egg forced its way inside. It was indescribable, the heat inside him almost burning. He couldn’t stop shifting in Zeeran’s lap with futile attempts to get away, to lessen the pressure. It was all too much, scrambling his senses.

“So beautiful—perfect little yshain—” Zeeran drove his cock in with tiny movements, and Lee could feel things knocking against one another inside him. The clutch of eggs.

He dared a look down, and could see the bulge of his stomach. It hit him like a brick that this was actually happening. That there were foreign things inside him.

It went on and on, time and sensations blurring together. Lee couldn't tell how many eggs Zeeran put inside him, but it continued until the fullness moved into an ache, and finally a cramping pain. Zeeran kept up the litany of praise the whole time, holding Lee close with a rumbling purr as he pet Lee’s hair and skin and kept pumping egg after egg into him.

Lee went mindless as the Dresht used him, unable to cope with what was happening. The room smelled heavily of sex, and he couldn’t escape the wet, slick sounds of Zeeran fucking in and in and in.

After some time he drifted back to himself. He was still in Zeeran’s lap, and the Dresht was petting his rounded belly, eyes fond.

“They fit just perfectly,” Zeeran said, nuzzling into Lee’s hair. “Look how beautiful you are.”

Lee made a sound like a croak. He was so full he wasn’t even sure he could speak. He couldn't believe it. He was full, so full of this Dresht’s eggs.

“So round,” Zeeran sighed, pleased. “They’re going to adore you, whoever you get matched with.”

There was a beep and the grav cuffs slackened. Lee couldn’t do much more than note that his arms were finally free. It did him no good now, as he could barely lift them.

Zeeran carefully picked him up and off his cock, and then laid him back on the padded table as though he was a fragile, precious thing. Lee’s legs were spread, and wetness oozed out of his ruined hole and onto the table. He didn’t even have it in him to care anymore about his modesty. He’d been wrecked.

“Thank you, yshain,” Zeeran said, bending his large body down and pressing a kiss to Lee’s sore hole. “I hope you enjoy your seeding by my mate.”

Lee tried to glare up at him, but he wasn’t sure it translated. Zeeran just let out a low huff of a laugh and stroked claw tips through Lee’s hair.

Then the Dresht was tucking his spent cock back into his pants and zipping himself up. He picked up the remote again and pressed a button. Lee distantly heard a chiming sound ring out as Zeeran strode to the door.

There was a whoosh of the door opening and shutting, and Lee was alone.

He knew he should get up, should do something to forward an escape plan, but he couldn’t. The weight inside him held him down. The horror of what had happened paralyzed him.

His hands were momentarily free, but he couldn’t imagine fighting, fleeing, like this. He’d need to… get the eggs out first.

So he just lay there on the table, staring blankly at the ceiling until the door beeped again, and another two Dresht came in.

I hope you enjoyed Alien Clutch 0: Captured, dearest reader. This is the first in a three-part series where lots of tasty things happen to poor Lee as he’s lovingly non-conned to a mindbreak endgame. As a reminder, this series has a 6 dove rating for no happy ending (unless you count Lee settling into his new life as a happy ending).

Alien Clutch 1: Forced is now also available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited! Keep reading for an excerpt of the book!

Lee Antona’s life has gone from bad to worse. It was one thing to be captured by space pirates and sold into slavery to the Dresht. It was quite another to discover that his slavery was of the sexual nature—and that his purpose was to be a vessel for the eggs of his new Dresht owners, Eral and Ronet. The kicker is that they’re convinced that he likes it. No, that he needs it—needs the bondage that they’ve forced on him and their unwanted, invasive touches.

Lee knows he needs to escape. Eral and Ronet aren’t… hurting him exactly. In fact they dote on him, are generous with praise, and seem dedicated to bringing Lee pleasure. But Lee can’t let himself be swayed.

Not when what they want in exchange is Lee’s autonomy and the right to fill Lee to bursting whenever they desire…

Alien Clutch 1: Forced

Lee Antona’s week had been such a fucking train wreck that it was a relief when he was finally left in a locked cell by himself. It was a relief to be alone, a relief to have clothing—even if it was a partially sheer and easily untied robe—and it was a relief to not have giant Dreshtian hands pawing at him every moment.

His week had been an absolute fucking catastrophe from start to finish, and sitting in his cell now he was dreading whatever fresh horrors tomorrow would bring. Lee was an S Class Courier, and he was meant to be dropping off classified messages and collecting his paycheck from the MW-23 Couriers Alliance, not… stuck here on an alien planet with no way to communicate with his home base, no ship, and no freedom.

He blamed himself, he blamed the pirates. He blamed the Courier Alliance for sending him so far out his distress signal had been nothing but a useless hail mary that so far had not seemed to deliver any results.

It had taken just moments of negligence for his ship to be overrun by pirates. One moment Lee had been focused on getting to his delivery point, and the next he’d been swiftly captured and sold–sold!–to an alien race known as the Dresht.

The Dresht had then immediately put him through ‘testing,’ which had been the most violating of experiences, and the cherry on his shit sundae of a week.

The testing had been… difficult. Understatement of the century. It had been invasive and uncomfortable and humiliating. He’d been filled with a clutch of eggs, because this alien race did eggs, and then fucked for hours by another Dresht in order to “properly fertilize” said eggs.

After that a battery of medical tests had been taken, and a handful of Dreshtian specialists had come in to examine him. From what Lee could gather, strung out and bleary-eyed, what they’d done was put him through a compatibility test. Or a fertility test. There was some special component about the eggs that required a third party to act as a… vessel for them.

No one was telling Lee anything of course, but it seemed like the Dresht didn't have many vessels within their people. It seemed like a rare trait. Vessels seemed important and coveted to them… and apparently they thought Lee was one.

Fucking great.

He’d passed the test with flying colors. The Dresht hadn’t said so much, but after several of the specialists had left, there had been a flurry of activity. Every Dresht that had come in had seemed excited, and had pet and purred and cooed at Lee as though he’d done something amazing. He’d done his best to bare his teeth even as sedated and restrained as he had been.

He’d then been matched with a Dreshtian couple and told he would be going home with them. Tomorrow. For forty million credits, they’d purchased Lee like he was a trinket or a pet. They’d purchased him to be their vessel.

It disgusted him. The amount, the way they all ignored his obvious distress, how every single Dresht he’d encountered so far had fawned over him, calling him pretty or beautiful, cooing over how small he was, how cute. Calling him a Human yshain.

He still didn’t know exactly what yshain meant, but he was beginning to get an idea and he hated it.

Lee scooted all the way to the far wall of the cell and gingerly leaned against it. He was so sore, body aching from the hard fucking he'd been forced to endure, still wrung out from the drugs he'd been given so the eggs could be extracted from him.

He was exhausted, mentally and physically, but even though his cell was extremely plush as far as cells went, with its carpeted floors and soft-looking little bed, Lee stayed tucked up in the far corner.

Every Dresht he had encountered looked him up and down with clear covetous intent, so Lee was staying as far away from the bed as possible for the time being. He didn’t need to encourage them.

The bed did look horribly inviting though. Even before the pirates his body had ached for rest. He’d been driving himself too hard for too long, and now it seemed he was running on empty.

Lee was terrified that the moment he let his guard down, the Dresht would be on him again.

Not that he had been able to stop any of them before.

Lee swallowed, throat dry. He needed to get out of here as fast as possible. If he could find a weapon, he could hijack a ship, and he had all the skills necessary to get out of tight spaces.

He just needed an opportunity.

Lee intended to wait for just that thing. His current plan was to stay hypervigilant, keep an eye out for openings, for anything he could use.

But minutes crawled by, turning into hours, and the exhaustion began to pull his eyelids down. He was weary down to his bones, terrified that he wouldn’t even have the strength to try to fight should the opportunity present itself.

That’s how he’d lost to the pirates.

His eyes drifted shut again and he forced them open, hugging his knees. The door to the cell was windowless, so he couldn’t even really keep watch. All he could see of the outside were the shadows underneath the door. A guard standing on the left side.

He needed to get out of here.

He needed a… a plan…

Lee found himself startling awake at a chime and his door opening. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, and the anxiety spike when he woke made him feel lightheaded. It took him altogether too long to push his sore, exhausted body to its feet, and by then another two Dresht, both in official-looking uniforms, had entered the room.

Lee pressed his back against the wall. “Don’t touch me,” he hissed, bringing his arms up in front of him.

“It’s okay, little one,” the one to his left said gently, coming closer. He was holding something in his hand. “We’re just going to give you something to make the trip to your match mates easier for you.”

“No!” Lee bared his teeth and kicked out, but he was boxed in and tired and uncoordinated, and the Dresht were huge and strong and immovable.

It was pathetic how easy it was for them to put their hands on him and hold him still.

Lee still tried to thrash, twisting his body in their grip. “Let me go!”

“I know you’re uncomfortable,” he said, like he was trying to soothe. “This room isn’t suited for you. But don’t worry, your mates will give you a proper room at your new home, and you’ll have lots of sunlight and greenery. All things a Human needs.”

There was a tiny little prick to his arm, and Lee snarled.

“I’m not a yshain—I’m not what you think I am.” He’d been saying a version of this for the last… however long he’d been here, but no one was listening to him. He needed to make them understand.

The Dresht not holding the sedation device pet his hair gently and made a hushing sound. “It’s all right, little one. Your new mates will adore you.”

He turned to the other Dresht with a sigh. “I know the testing is important, but they always get so distressed in holding. Humans are so fragile about their environment. I always hate to see them so upset.”

“They are our most fragile yshain,” the other replied, voice far away now. “But also the best. That’s why we have to do this quickly. Get them into the right environment where they can finally relax.”

“I know.” It echoed in Lee’s ears. “I just wish there was some way to soothe them.”

Everything was getting hazy. Lee could feel his anxiety and anger starting to drift, and he tried to grab ahold of them, to not let those galvanizing emotions slip away. He needed those to keep him on his guard, to keep him ready for escape. He needed—

It was the same way he’d felt when they had removed the eggs, he thought, mind getting fuzzier, panic warring with the drugs in his system. He had still been conscious, but just barely. He hadn’t been able to struggle at all, only able to feel what was being done to him with an unmooring sense of detachment. But it didn’t stop his memories, and afterward when he’d become more lucid, he had experienced the full horror of what had happened.

The world dimmed as Lee succumbed to the drugs. Blearily he wondered if it was going to be the same now. He’d come to and be… what? With the pair that had purchased him?

The pair that was going to use him for their eggs.

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