Xeno-Lover 3

The blow came completely out of the blue, the steely butt of the Farseer's Singing Spear hitting her stomach, lifting the Lord-Captain off her feet and knocking the breath from her lungs. She fell to her knees, coughing in shock as the laspistol clattered away from her hand, disappearing over the lip of the cliff. The Farseer tutted, mockingly, as the Guardians emerged from their hiding places to flank her.

"How disappointing." The Farseer chided, her ornate ghosthelm distorting her voice and adding a strange, lilting quality to her speech. Even without the added effects, her voice was strange; both pleasantly melodical and incredibly, infuriatingly condescending. "Unfortunately for you, Mon Keigh, it seems that this time the advantage was mine." The Lord-Captain grunted noncommitally, clutching her stomach. "Take her to my chambers and bind her hands." The Farseer ordered briskly, gesturing dismissively to the wheezing human. "She knows things that I must learn." She added, turning her back and marching away as the Guardians closed in on the prostrate captain.

"I don't think you want to see whats going on in my mind, witch." The captain called after her, coughing. "It might upset your delicate sensibilit-" she began, before one of the Guardians raised his rifle and smacked her in the back of the head, knocking her unconscious.

***

When she awoke, she found herself in some sort of minimalistic stateroom that appeared to be completely built out of hollowed-out wraithbone; the pearly, almost translucent plastic that the Eldar were so fond of. She quickly discovered that her hands were tightly bound with what looked like handcuffs of the same material, which were themselves looped over some sort of hook hanging from the roof. Her arms were stretched out above her just enough to be uncomfortable, a sensation that quickly crossed into pain if she tried to put any weight on them. She could just barely reach the floor if she stood awkwardly almost on tiptoes, giving her a tentative foothold, but trying anything more advanced than just keeping her balance caused her feet to slip and slide on the slippery surface, giving her arms a painful yank until she regained her footing. As she grunted and struggled with her new predicament, she became aware of a soft, tinkling laughter. She jerked her head round to look (eliciting another pained yelp followed by a much more careful gradual shuffling of feet to rotate her entire body) and found herself staring at an Eldar. The same Eldar that was responsible for her being here in the first place.

The Farseer was sitting in an elegantly understated chair, simple wraithbone covered in what looked like some form of silk. Her clothing was of the same make, a simple robe of luminescent white, contrasting with her obsidian-black hair, and embroidered with vibrant green patterns of a similar shade to her eyes. She regarded the scowling Rogue Trader with amusement, her undignified position clearly an intentional choice. After a few moments of smouldering silence, the Farseer stood and walked slowly over to the Lord-Captain. Finally she spoke, her voice betraying her enjoyment of the captain's embarrassment.

"You know, you Mon-Keigh really are quite resilient. I constantly find myself surprised by just how much... Punishment, you can really take." Without warning, she reached out with one delicate, snowy-white hand and ran a finger slowly across the side of the captain's bust, starting near the armpit and finishing at the nipple, where she dallied, rolling her finger around in circles as she watched for a reaction. The captain stoically held the Eldar's gaze with a fiery glare of her own, but despite herself she could feel her body beginning to react to the attention. After a short while, the Eldar smirked and her finger stopped its circuit around the captain's nipple, which was now rock hard and clearly visible through the battered surface of her greatcoat.

"However!" she continued abruptly, beginning to stride slowly around her captive. "I personally find torture somewhat distasteful. So messy, so unrefined, you understand?" From behind her, the captain could hear the rustling of clothes and what sounded like some sort of strap being fastened. "So," the Farseer continued unphased, "I will give you a choice. You can tell me what I want to know, in which case I will go easy on you.." The captain flinched suddenly as she felt the Eldar's feather-light touch on her buttock. She strained to raise herself away, but only succeeded in twisting her arms most painfully, and eventually she fell back into position with a grunt. The farseer tittered mockingly and began to fondle both cheeks at once, and the captain felt a shame-filled blush begin to burn its way across her cheeks as she found herself forced to simply hang there and allow the xeno to do as she wished.

"As I was saying, I can go easy on you.." The Farseer continued, shamelessly groping the captain's rear through her clothes, "Or, I can get very, very nasty." She snarled suddenly, jamming both her hands between the captain's legs and pulling them apart. The captain yelped in surprise and tried to regain her footing as she began to fall, but was cut short by the feel of the strapon the Eldar suddenly jammed through her legs and under her crotch. Her entire weight was briefly held up by the strapon rubbing roughly up against the underneath of her most sensitive area, and the sensation was truly unique, making her legs go weak as she cried out. This further destabilized her, causing her to sway and swing wildly as she thrashed around desperately looking for purchase. The Farseer seemed content to let her suffer for a while, but then eventually she moved in close, resting her head on the captain's shoulders and putting an arm around her midriff to stabilize her.

"So," The Farseer purred into the panting captain's ear. "You have to make a choice, my sweet, pretty little Mon-Keigh. Would you like to be friends..?" She asked sultrily, pausing to move the hand wrapped around the captain's belly down to the belt of her pants. She unbuckled the belt and slowly slipped her hand down into the captain's trousers, stopping just short of her private parts and eliciting a barely audible 'Oh' from the trembling captain. "Or," The Eldar growled threateningly, "Am I going to have to be persuasive?" She patted the strapon still tucked between the captain's legs, causing her to flinch again. The captain remained silent for long enough that the Farseer decided to ask again. "Well? Which is it, Mon-Keigh?"

"I don't know how to answer while you're behind me." She muttered through gritted teeth. "Why don't you come around in front of me so I can spit in your face?" she finished, defiantly. The Farseer howled with laughter and leaned forwards to plant a kiss on her ear.

"Excellent!" She cried, as she simultaneously pulled the captain's pants down around her knees while her other hand yanked down the front of her greatcoat, exposing her breasts to the air. Before she could react, the Farseer began kneading and tweaking the captain's breasts and nipples. "Well then, let's see how long you can last, shall we? It'll only be minutes before I have you begging me for more, little girl." The Eldar hissed as she slowly began to thrust into the shivering woman. The captain gasped despite herself as the strapon entered her; it wasn't overly large, but it felt unusual somehow; oddly cold, strangely fluted and incredibly smooth. Wraithbone.

Almost immediately, the captain realised she was in trouble. The wraithbone strapon was a work of art; it felt as though it had been made for her and her alone, filling her up, rubbing and stroking just in all the right places to stimulate her beyond belief. On top of that, the Farseer's vicious assault on her breasts combined with her relentless dirty talk was beginning to get to her. As she was pounded vigorously from behind, the captain came to a decision. It was time to go on the offensive.

"How about it human? Are you getting close yet, hmm? Starting to enjoy yourself, yes?" The Farseer laughed, slapping the captain's rear as she fucked, her insults timed to match perfectly with each thrust. The captain grunted as she felt the blow land, then let out a quiet, mocking chuckle.

"Not as much as you are, apparently.." She muttered, making sure she was loud enough to be heard.

"What are you talking about, girl?" The Eldar asked, and the captain knew that she had her.

"Why, isn't it obvious? You're getting off on this more than I am." She said, casually. "I wonder what your troops would say if they knew that their vaunted Farseer was nothing more than a Mon-Keigh fucker." That worked, she thought gleefully as out of the corner of her eye she saw a blush begin to spread across the Eldar's features.

"What.. What did you say?!" The Farseer asked aghast, momentarily halting her attack. "P-Preposterous!" She screeched, furiously redoubling her assault, but the captain knew that she had her.

"Oh yeah!" The Captain shouted at the top of her voice, trying to ignore the rapid pounding from the infuriated psyker. "Do it to me! Come on you frigid Xeno bitch, fuck me! Mon-Keigh Fucker! Mon-Keigh Fucker!" She roared. The Farseer leant forwards suddenly, looking grim.

"Sh-Shut up already! Someone will hear you!" She hissed, urgently. The captain grunted as the strap-on embedded deep inside her shifted with the movement, then growled back:

"Let me down from this damn hook then. There's a perfectly good bed right there." The Farseer scowled, then sighed.

"Fine." She said, then lifted the captain bodily by the legs, unlooping her from the hook and carrying her over to the bed. She dumped the captain unceremoniously onto the pristine fur-covered mattress before clambering on after her, a dangerous twinkle in her eye. "Now, where were we?" The captain tried her best to look vulnerable and weak, clutching her arms to her chest and looking up at the Eldar with sad, quivering eyes. The Farseer (who she could now see was naked aside from the slick, glossy wraithbone strapon) crawled in over her, placing an arm on each side of the captain and staring at the naked girl with a predatory smile. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, the captain leapt into action, hooking the wires of the wraithbone handcuffs around the back of the Farseer's neck, and pulling her in for a forceful, violent kiss.

The Farseer squeaked in surprise and tried to jerk free as the unexpected tongue invaded her mouth, but the captain held fast and made sure there was no escape. She could feel the other woman's smaller breasts pressing up against her own and gloried in both the feeling of their nipples scraping against each other and the knowledge that her bust, at least, was bigger. Eventually the xeno woman began to relax, and even tentatively join in. Before too long her resistance was gone completely and she began to make soft, gentle whimpering noises as the captain forcefully plundered her mouth. Finally, they broke the kiss and lay there staring at each other, gasping for breath as a thin trail of saliva still connected their mouths.

"I believe," the captain panted, licking her lips and pronouncing every syllable with exaggerated care "that you were fucking a Mon-Keigh. Mon-Keigh Fucker." She spread her legs extravagantly wide and the farseer shuddered and nodded, reaching down to re-insert herself into her partner.

"Please.." She said, still struggling to get her breath back. "Please don't.. Call me that. It is.. Dirty." The captain pulled a hurt face and pouted, childishly.

"Aww, what's the matter?" She asked as the Eldar began to thrust into her again, at a much more sedate pace this time. "Don't you like to fuck sweet, innocent Mon-Keigh like me? Doesn't that mean you're a Mon-Keigh fucker?" The Farseer scowled and blushed furiously.

"Stop it!" She yelled petulantly.

"Make me!" The captain laughed in reply, feeling especially childish. The Farseer, however, clearly did not see the joke.

"Oh, I'll make you alright." She growled, and the captain suddenly felt something cold touch gently against her inner thigh.

"Hey.. Hey, what is that?" She asked, alarmed, but the Eldar just smirked sourly.

"You wanted to be dirty? Fine, I'll give you dirty." She snapped, and as she did so the captain heard something, the faintest metallic ringing almost on the edge of hearing. She also felt something begin to prod at the entrance to her ass; something cold, hard and metallic.

"Hey, wait! I-Is-s that your Spear?!" She stuttered, desperately. "You can't put that in there! It won't fit, I've never even-" The rest of her sentence was cut off and replaced by a shrill scream as the blunt end of the freezing staff pushed itself harder against her anus and finally began to slide gently inside.

"Oh, so the Mon-Keigh girl likes it in the rear, does she?" The Farseer spoke casually, beginning to thrust herself forwards again at a liesurely pace, the gentle slapping of their hips colliding once again filling the room. The spear continued inexorably, pushing itself deeper inch by inch into the spasming girl's ass. "If only I'd known that earlier, this could have been more fun for everyone."

"Take it out!" She cried, writhing desperately as she tried in vain to stop the advance of the cold, uncomfortable metal. "It feels weird!" She groaned in confusion and raised her hands above her head, gripping the soft, downy pillows tightly. She gazed imploringly up at the Farseer, who tittered coldly again.

"But darling, why would I take it out when its making you pull such a delightful face?" The Farseer leaned back, smiling benevolently and trailing her fingers idly down the inside of the captain's twitching thighs. Feeling her squirm under her touch, she looked closer, intruiged. "My, but you're really tensing up down here. Are you that close to cumming just because of this little old thing?" She reached down and tapped the side of the Spear, causing the shaft to vibrate strongly and the captain to squeal and gibber until the Eldar smiled and gripped the haft tightly, causing it to return to normal.

"Yes!" The captain screamed, unable to keep a single part of her body still as the spear continued to slowly invade her anally. She really was; the feeling of such a strange, alien implement grinding its way slowly up her unused passageway was driving her nearly insane. She could feel the orgasm approaching, a massive, apocalyptic explosion of energy, but if she came now, she felt as though she would lose her mind. This was no longer about winning, it was about self-preservation. "Please! I'll do anything, just take it out!" She sobbed and instantly, the spear stopped.

"Anything?" The Eldar asked, her eyes afire.

"Yes! She shrieked, covering her face with her hands and wiping away the sweat pouring into her eyes. The Farseer considered this for a moment, and then nodded.

"Okay." She said, unceremoniously pulling out of the captain's trembling pussy and planting her feet a little unsteadily on either side of the girl's face. She grabbed the girl's hands and pushed them down through her own breasts, then sat on them (somewhat more heavily than intended). The Eldar was now seated on the captain's chest, with the other girl's arms trapped underneath her, sandwiched between the Farseer's rear and her own breasts. She tapped meaningfully at the captain's mouth with the head of the slick, wet strapon. "Clean it off." She said, beaming with perverse triumph. Too exhausted and aroused to refuse, the captain acquiesced, and the room was quickly filled with the sounds of sucking as she set to licking the wraithbone dick clean of her own juices. It didn't taste good, but being MADE to taste it definitely felt good (in the worst possible way) and that was all that mattered. Or at least, it was until the Eldar started making fun of her.

"Ah, just look at this.." She breathed dreamily. "To think it was this easy to have you of all people trapped between my legs, sucking away without a care in the world. I should have done this to you sooner, then we could have avoided all that silly playing at defiance earlier. It really was stupid of you to think you could beat me, you know." The farseer continued chattily, ignoring the captain as she stared daggers up at her. "After all, if you think about it, I'm a Farseer and you're just a stupid, fat cow." She looked down and slapped the side of one of the captain's breasts, hard, elliciting a whimper from the fuming rogue trader beneath her. She was about to break into another spasm of cruel, mocking laughter when her face suddenly went ashen.

"What.." She said, looking over her shoulder. The captain grinned. As the Eldar had leaned forwards, intent on her mockery, she had inadvertently released her arms from their confinement, and right now the Eldar was seeing the captain's middle finger pressed gently up against her asshole. She looked back to the captain and shook her head, slowly, the fear clearly evident on her face.

"Please don't." She said flatly. The captain smiled.

"Squeal, xenos bitch." She said, and jammed her finger in up to the second knuckle. The reaction was immediate. The Farseer's eyes went wide, her mouth fell open into a silent scream, and her entire body began to shiver. As she stared into her face, the captain's beaming smile widened even further... And then she curled her middle finger. The Eldar exploded, throwing her head back, loosing an unearthly scream and bouncing on the captain's hand like her life depended on it. Before she could celebrate her victory however, the Farseer screamed "No! Not alone! Not this time!" and suddenly the Spear lunged forwards, driving itself deep into the captain's rear and beginning to vibrate violently. Even after her recent orgasm, the powerful thrust was just too much. A second voice joined the Farseer's in screeching orgasmic bliss as the bed began to shake and shudder under the combined impacts of two lust-maddened bodies, and then everything went white.

***

The Lord-Captain yawned contentedly, stroking the hair of the Eldar woman now snuggling sleepily into her side among the tangled sheets.
"That was a good one." She muttered, half to herself. The Farseer grunted quietly in agreement. "Although," the captain continued reproachfully "You were getting a little harsh at the end there, don't you think? There was no call for the cow comments."

"Sorry." The Farseer murmured, looking up at her with bleary eyes. "I just get a little..." She trailed off.

"What?" Asked the Captain, her curiosity piqued. To her immense surprise, the xeno actually blushed, looking away in embarrassment.

"Jealous." She grunted, sullenly. "I always hated how you Mon-Keigh all seem to have no trouble getting them so.. Big." She elaborated, gesturing at the human woman's bust. The Captain stared at her, then threw her head back and laughed.

"The divinity of man, huh?" She grinned. The Farseer scowled for a moment, then silently reached across the larger woman's body to tentatively grope her breasts, staring at them as though mesmerized.

"Do you really have to go so soon?" She whined. The Captain nodded, but made no effort to stop the frail xenos. Instead, she lay back, staring at the cieling as the Farseer began to gently massage her chest.

"I'm afraid so." She sighed. The Farseer, suddenly emboldened, leaned forwards and began to suck on one of her nipples, causing her to gasp out loud. "Well.. Maybe I could leave it five more minutes..."

***

Two hours later, the Captain stepped out of the room, adjusting her clothing one last time to make sure. The guards were absent, having been dismissed by the Farseer a short while ago. She turned back to the diminutive alien, who was now leaning against the doorway, clutching the sheets to herself, looking very tired - and decidedly satisfied.

"Well then," she said, feeling slightly awkward and not quite knowing why. "Until we meet again?" She hazarded. The Farseer nodded, indulgently.

"I'll tell them you escaped in about, I don't know, half an hour. See you in six months as usual, Isabelle?" she yawned. The captain fought back the approaching blush, then nodded, briskly.

"See you in six months, Saeryn." She replied over one shoulder as she made for the ladder leading to the exit, then remembered something, turning back to the Farseer. "Oh, and remember! Next time, its my turn to take you captive again." The Farseer's beatific expression turned into a grimace, but she nodded.

"I was hoping you'd forget." She grunted, turning back into her room and disappearing. Isabelle chuckled darkly to herself as she began climbing, her mind already full of all kinds of interesting plans... She could hardly wait.