Connie Reborsky strained her neck to look out of the tiny barred skylight of her cell. Her piercing pupils stared up into the sky transfixed on a silver scar across the black night. The inquisitor had shown true insight earlier pointing it out to her describing it as a tear in the blanket of the heavens through which she had fallen. He had also mentioned with a sickening glee that each evening it was getting shorter and shorter till soon it would be gone forever.
"We're not getting back are we captain?" Asked Kitty almost as a matter of fact statement rather than question; and she too peered out of the skylight at the distant route back home.
Connie felt her heart sink as she gave a dry gulp.
"Even if we get out of here, how could we possibly take off again?"
Kitty clutched to straws.
"A rescue party mightβ¦" Then she stopped; knowing that that was even more unlikely than taking off again.
The women astronauts had been in the cell for what seemed like an eternity; but was probably no longer than a full day. The inquisitor had satisfied his mind and also his body that they were not witches and now he'd tasked himself with getting the two women to accept their fate.
As they'd looked skyward that evening the inquisitor had bid them a goodnight.
"The sooner you realise there is no escape the easier it will be for you to adjust." He had sneered
"Adjust." Kitty said softly her hourglass figure glowing in the torch light.
The inquisitor had given a beaked smile of wickedness.
"My Lord," he said proudly," is the finest breeder of his generation. It may take you some time to adjust to his carnal requirements."
That last taunting sentence had been almost a day ago and in that time the women had remained in their cell unable or un willing to contemplate escape. Kitty sat in a tiny cloth smock long legs together her heaving chest barely contain in the linen. Her hair was now a bedraggled cascading mix of blonde and dirty roots her blue eyes in dark tired eye sockets. The Gronk rape had been obscene, but both the lieutenant and Connie felt their faces blush as they remembers the pods exploding and their bodies betraying them.
The Captain also glowed with the same bronzed oiled look. Her brunette hair short and curled her fabulous eyes deep in thought. She remembered the past few days of interrogation. The inquisitor had taken great delight in finding out she was married. "Had been married," as he had sarcastically corrected.
"You'll find your new husband a most impressive replacement." He had added.
She was an experienced pilot and officer knowing death was always only a mistake away. But this wasn't death only a living hell. The crew had talk about suicide before crashing and there were many ways to make it happen, but she knew she wouldn't; there was always a chance.
Finally they heard footsteps and the clatter of beaks; Gronks talking in their own tongue.
Both women moved together as the cell door opened.
The women yelped in surprise as guards burst violently; dragging them back into the flame lit torture dungeon.
The inquisitor was there hand on his beaked chin in thought.
Reborsky was frog marched towards him arms pulled behind her back, chests thrust out, chin up in defiance.
"You are the stronger one." He said looking at Connie's icy stare. Then he turned to Kitty her mouth trembling. "But you my beauty seem ready to accept."
Kitty shook her head and snarled back desperately. "Never you bastard."
The inquisitor shrugged a knowing shrug
"We'll see."
He pointed to a deep slit trench in the stone floor. It was about 15 foot long and 5 foot wide. Its walls were greased black, slime dripping from the stone and as the edged closer they could see it went maybe twenty feet down into a glistening blackness.
At that moment there was a flurry of action as guard snapped to attention
The Gronk Lord had entered!
Up close his black armoured skin crackled with each movement his deep red eyes looking lustful and triumphant. His massive hips and thighs hid under a roman centurion like leather armour skirt. He looked at his new mistresses in satisfaction the inquisitor rubbing his hands together like a hopeful salesman.
"They have passed the trials?" He growled in question, the inquisitor nodding in satisfaction.
He looked again at the two women.
"They have such beauty yet so different from our race." He added. Then in his ancient English he spoke to them.
"Kneel before me my concubines."
The women looked at each other and he bellowed the order again.
"Kneel!"
Kitty dropped first then as the lord glared at Connie she too dropped to her knees.
The magnificent Lord stood legs apart his leather skirt twitching then slowly parting as his erection grew.
"By the moons of my ancestors these creatures stir my loins!"
Connie's eyes widened as she looked at the emerging penis head then up to the massive Gronks face. His banana shaped pale cock curved upwards, its head slightly bulbous a deep hole at its tip. It was maybe 8 or 9 inches long parting the leather strips rising up in front of the kneeling women's faces.
Suddenly it twitched and Kitty screamed. Connie bit her hand seeing the cock curl and sniff like a maggot. Instantly both women understood and they gripped each other was a gasp as slowly rising from under the darkness of his skirt was a new bigger monster.