Page 65 of Tribute
“For what you’ve forced me to become.” Aled swallowed hard. “If I don’t survive, I suspect it will be my fault, not yours.”
Kai shook his head, his back still to Aled. “You’ll survive.”
“I want—” Aled stopped speaking, his throat too tight to continue to try and communicate with a man who simply didn’t want to listen. He saluted. “Good night, Commander Mexr, and fuck you, sir.”
Aled shivered as the vast, metallic, circular door was opened and Kai nodded to the four of them.
“Gods’ speed, Tributes. Remember we will be here waiting for your return, so do whatever it takes to survive.”
Aled studied the space beyond the door opening. It looked like a small pink box, or . . . He squinted as the walls seemed to undulate and shine. It lookedalive.
The clang of the door closing behind them made him jump and bang shoulders with Graif, who grinned uncertainly at him.
“Weird eh?”
“Not— Graif, look out!”
Behind Graif the wall exploded, and within seconds his friend was disappearing beneath a rippling band of what looked like tentacles of various sizes. Even as Graif tried to yell, a long pink limb latched on to his throat and thrust inside.
Everything in Aled froze, and he watched as if in slow motion as the walls disintegrated entirely and became warm, flowing entities. When the first extrusion wrapped itself around his throat and went in his ear and up his nose, he didn’t scream. His last thought before the second probe stabbed through his skin just above his jugular vein was that he finally understood the sexual part of the training. This was like being penetrated a million times simultaneously.
At that thought, his composure deserted him, and he moaned low in his throat. The strands of whatever had him in the chokehold echoed the vibration. It was almost as if it were laughing . . . and then he was dragged backward and lost consciousness.
The next time he opened his eyes, he was floating in some kind of murky soup, and he struggled to breathe until he realized that the thing attached to his throat was breathing for him. His gorge rose and he wanted to vomit, but somehow he knew that if he tried to dislodge his parasitical visitor, it would kill him.
“Very wise .”
Could theUngrichunderstand Mitan, or was he now part of their consciousness? His mind was too tired to tell.
“Human .”
There was a second voice. There were two of them enmeshed with him. He forced his eyes to scan the space and saw the other three Tributes also surrounded by the glistening pink tentacles. These were hardly lab conditions, but he sensed that was exactly where he was. But what did they want?
He forced himself to stay calm and study theUngrichand his environment more closely. Whatever he learned would help him survive and give him information to take back with him when he was set free. If he survived. A shock of mixed pain and pleasure shot through his cock. Looking down, he saw a tendril wrapped firmly around him, milking his erect shaft until he started to come.
Another, thicker probe swelled inside his ass, forcing his shaft to regenerate. How many times had that happened since he’d lost consciousness? From the ache in his balls and the pain of coming, he guessed it had been going on for a while. What did they want with his semen?
“Seed.”
The first voice sounded as if it had answered him. Aled groaned as his dick was ruthlessly pumped again. This time the tentacle in his mouth also expanded and thrust downward, making him gag. There was a bitter taste that settled in his gut like acid. Did they think he could . . .?
“Males can’t gestate seed.” He concentrated on the thought.
“Female.”
“Yes.” Gods, it worked. TheUngrichunderstood him.
“Unnecessary.”
He tried again, his cock burning as he strained to produce come he no longer had. “Male and female together make young.”
“Primitive.”
Oh gods, he was going to pass out if they kept pumping his cock and ass like that. Even as he thought it, he was gone again, floating away on the pain and the struggle to endure.
Aled watched the endless stream of tendrils of all sizes float by him. It reminded him of a vidscreen movie he’d once seen of a species calledjellyfishthat moved in a similar way and also had a nasty sting in their tails.
“Show me.”
