Author's Note: This story has some overtones of Non-Consent, it involves oral and regular sex with a non-human. Enjoy!
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Chryssa was not one of the weak girls who ran screaming when the Lickens came to her home planet Terra. She stood beside her brothers and her father, grabbing one of the swords and running into the fray; if she had been closer to the forest she would have run into there, but trying to run through the village away from the Lickens was to make herself an easy target.
Out of the corner of her eye she could already see three Lickens converging in an alley, what looked like a human female leg kicking out from underneath them as they fell atop their victim. Screams and cries for help were heard throughout the village, ignored because everyone in the fighting ranks knew that their only hope was to stay close together and fight off the aliens until they left.
Chryssa's youngest brother Jed was wounded, hit in the head and then pulled into the mob of Lickens, if he survived being passed through their ranks then he would be taken and sold at the gladiator rings of Marinka. She blinked back tears, knowing that she would never see him again, her anger and frustration adding to her fighting fury.
Only the aristocracy ever left Terra and they never paid the ransom fee for someone not in their family. Everyone on Terra had heard the rumors that the aristocracy allowed the occasional Licken raids in return for galactic treats not normally available for humans. Looked upon as the lowest race, because of the many wars that caused them to desecrate their planet and population, humans were often at the mercy of the other aliens in the Galactic Circle. However, they were much prized for their fighting abilities and their sexuality... human females were considered exotica for alien males, and sometimes the human males just as much so.
Lickens were among the most humanoid of aliens, but much larger, and possibly the most violent species outside of humans. They didn't mind killing, although they did prefer to capture being mercenary and recognizing the value of live slaves over dead bodies. Most other alien species abhorred killing, and so the Lickens were the obvious choice for the occasional raids on Terra.
Suddenly, Chryssa realized that she was becoming separated from the rest of the fighters, the strange, large greenish bodies of Lickens were pressing into her on either side. Rallying, she tried to retreat, to step back into the gang of humans... but they outflanked her on the right and she cried out with anger as her sword shattered in her hands. Trying desperately to stab with the broken piece of metal, she felt the sting of an electric wand on the back of her neck and she fell.
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Chryssa awoke, feeling uncomfortable on the hard surface that she was lying on. At least it wasn't cold, she'd been stripped completely naked - and looking down at herself she realized that all her body hair had been shaved off as well. Tears fell from her eyes as she touched the collar around her neck with her fingers... it was a slave collar, malleable and movable until she did something wrong, and then it would tighten down on her neck and choke her. To teach her. Like someone would teach a dog.
Anger filled her heart and she screamed her fury, suddenly standing and pounding on the walls of her prison. There was no visible door, and the pain in her hands from the hard walls helped to clear her head. She exhausted herself, screaming and hitting at the walls, until she slumped in the corner and began to sob.
Only then did a door appear, in the wall farthest from her, and it opened to the grinning face of a Licken. Chryssa moaned, trying to push herself back as the collar tightened down on her throat, just enough to constrict her intake of air without actually choking her. Enough to keep her from fighting back as it pressed a syringe to her arm and injected her with something, because she was too busy concentrating on breathing.
She shuddered as a hot fire swept through her body, the slave collar loosening as the Licken smile, just watching her. Angered at its pleasure in her discomfort, Chryssa stood and lunged at the alien, meaning to knock it down, knock it aside, cause it some kind of pain.. Instead she found herself pressed against its much larger body, her hands pressed against its shoulders and its mouth pressed against hers.