22 comments/ 28837 views/ 82 favorites The Queen Inmate's Pet Ch. 01 By: Et2bruttus Eric Dormer stepped off of the transport shuttle in the docking bay, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder and taking a deep breath. He couldn't blame himself for being nervous; it wasn't every day that one started a new job, after all, especially considering the line of work that he was in. Here he was - the first human to work as a guard at the Ascalon II Galactic Penitentiary. It was strange for the human man to look around and see nothing but aliens of various shapes and sizes. The last prison that he'd worked at was on Earth's moon and had been comprised entirely of human males. Now, after he'd been laid off from that position, he'd managed to pull some strings and get reassigned to the far reaches of Galactic Confederacy space, where the humans were still considered newcomers by the allied alien races of the community. Ascalon II was a prison space station in one of the farthest sectors of the outer rim of the galaxy, where only human settlement had been slow and sporadic in recent years. As such, it came as little surprise to Eric when he was told by his former captain that this station had no human guards in its staff. On top of that, there were only a handful of males on staff as well, given that Ascalon II was a women's prison. That fact in particular had initially made him uncomfortable, and his wife Sarah even more so. But a job was a job, and he had been in dire need of one after getting laid off. So he'd managed to convince his wife to move to this region of Confederacy space with him where she could work as a teacher, teaching human culture and history to the alien colony kids, while he worked as a prison guard at Ascalon. Eric glanced around the docking bay, wondering where he needed to go. He'd been told to report to the Warden's office after arriving, but all of the lit signs on this station were in alien gibberish that he had only basic understanding of. Like all the other citizens in the Confederacy, he'd been surgically implanted with neural inhibitors at birth, meaning that he could speak his own language to aliens and they would understand him, and vice versa. But unfortunately he still couldn't read much of their words, aside from what he'd picked up along the way. The dominant alien race in this sector of space were the Noors - a species of draconic-looking aliens - and all of their words just looked like slashes and dashes to him. "Lost, human?" a guttural voice said behind him. Eric turned around and saw four eyes blinking at him simultaneously. The eyes were attached to burly, muscular alien body with a mottled, off-white color and with the alien's head having the appearance of an arachnid. Eric recognized this alien - likely a dockworker by the looks of him - as a Kromonid, an alien race native to the nearby arid homeworld of Syloth. Eric shook his head in reply. "Yeah. Just got dropped here. I'm looking for Warden Hecula's office." The dockworker grunted and pointed a thick finger to the right. "Down there and then through decontamination, then security and processing. The guard'll direct you from there." "Thanks," Eric replied, nodding. The alien grunted again, returning to the task of unloading cargo. "Yeah, yeah. Watch yourself inside, human. Warden Hecula's a mean bitch, but the inmates are meaner. Do what she tells you to do and this place won't chew you up and spit you out." Eric frowned at that, looking at the alien with a raised eyebrow. If this was meant to intimidate him, he wasn't buying it. Ascalon was not his first foray into guard duty at a prison, and it would not be his last. He'd seen the worst that humanity had to offer when he'd done shifts at the prisons on Luna. How could this place be much worse, even if they were aliens that were incarcerated here? The human shrugged and walked off, following the dockworker's directions to make his way through the unfamiliar space station. He had his bag and gear checked at the security checkpoint, where all of his clothing and items were scanned to ensure that he didn't smuggle in contraband of any kind. The alien guards at the checkpoint initially questioned the side arm that he had stowed away, but he showed them his permit and explained his reason for being there. The two guards, both females, were surprised immensely that a human was to be working with them, and a male at that. He proceeded through and found the express elevator that would take him to the Warden's office at the top of the main overlook tower. The pressed the button and the elevator took him up to the top of the tower at fast speed. As he went, Eric looked through the glass window of the elevator and saw cell block after cell block where most of the prison's five thousand (give or take) inmates were residing. He saw figures in red prison jumpsuits walking about, but he couldn't tell which female was of which alien race from this distance. The door behind him opened up into small room with a security desk, where two more alien guards were sitting. Upon seeing him, one of them stood up from the desk and walked up to meet him as he exited the elevator. The guard was entirely covered in downy brown fur and had a catlike appearance. Eric had had relations with Kithars in the past, given that the catlike aliens had been among the first to welcome humans into the intergalactic community. Still, he hadn't quite adapted to the feeling of shaking one's hand and feeling a paw, as well as fur. The Kithar guard appraised him for a few moments before speaking. "State your business here." Eric handed her the paperwork. "Eric Dormer, here to meet with the Warden. I hope I'm on time." She handed him back the paperwork and flicked on her wrist communicator. "Mam, an Eric Dormer here to meet you." After a moment, a commanding, feminine voice echoed back from the communicator. "Ah, our human arrival. Send him in." "Yes mam." The guard said, signing off. She looked at Eric, eyeing him up and down one more time before nodding to the door behind her. "Go on in," she said to him. Eric nodded and stepped up to the office doors as they drew open for him. Before he walked in, he could hear the two guards speaking softly to each other, but he could make out some of what they said. "So we got a human man working here? Never seen a human up close. They don't come out to this sector." "Yeah. Fresh meat comes in all forms around here. He's kinda weird looking." "I don't think so. I think he's actually...not too bad to look at. I might get used to it." He heard snickering from both of them after that last statement. Eric felt some heat go to his cheeks, but also felt a momentary pang of pride as well. He couldn't boast, but as far as humans go, he was pretty attractive. He had a strong face and pronounced jaw, clean cut light brown hair, and an imposing height and build. Though he wasn't a bodybuilder in the purest sense of the word, he did also keep himself in prime physical condition through a rigorous daily exercise regimen. All in all, he'd gotten his fair share of compliments and more than a few friendly advances from the opposite sex when he lived in human society, on Luna and out in the colonies. And his physical appearance certainly hadn't failed him when he had first started dating his wife, Sarah, some years ago. Still, he didn't know what to make of it, having his looks assessed and even complimented by alien females. Eric stepped into the office of Warden Hecula, the administrator for this facility. What he saw was perhaps the most opulent warden's office that he'd seen of the four prisons that he'd been to in the past. There were expensive paintings on the wall with some unfamiliar alien artwork, bronzed statues or idols of some kind lining the room, and even a glass chandelier hanging over the room, bathing it in a welcoming glow. Right in front of him, at an immense desk, was the Warden. Hecula was a Noor, and Eric recognized the draconic features immediately. She was covered in blackish red scales beneath her clean cut administrator suit, and she had golden eyes, and a long, scaly tail draped behind the chair that she sat in. Aside from that, Eric could tell that she was tall, perhaps an inch or two taller than him even, and had an imposing aura about her. She beckoned him with a twitch of her long finger and he approached the desk, though she didn't look up from her paperwork to address him just yet. Eric stepped up and stood before her, stoic and unmoving. Finally after a few more moments, her golden eyes peered up at him. Like the guards outside, she took a few moments to appraise him and take him in - her first human to work a guard shift at Ascalon. "Mr. Dormer," she said finally in a husky, accented voice. She pulled up his file on a nearby datapad. "You come highly recommended by some of your superiors at Luna Correctional Facility 104. Welcome to Ascalon." Eric nodded, pleased with the introduction thus far. "Thank you, mam. Happy to be here." The draconian Warden gave a cursory flick of her long tongue against her lips. "You may want to rethink that once you've been here a while." Glancing down at the datapad again, she continued. "Before I clear you for duty here, I would like to know about your previous experience at Luna, and then I will bring you up to speed on what will be expected of you here." Eric gulped. "Of course." She nodded. "Luna 104 was an entirely human correctional facility, I take it?" "Yes," he replied. "After our prisons on Earth started to become overpopulated, we moved the bulk of our maximum security prison populations to the facilities on the moon. 104 was the first facility built there, so by the time I started working there, the technology and security measures had become outdated. But they did run a tight ship there." She nodded her understanding. "And your dismissal from that position," she said, pausing. Eric sighed, knowing that it would come to this. "I'm told that your layoff had nothing to do with your work performance while on staff at Luna. On the contrary, your work record is spotless, if your dossier is to be believed. Why were you let go, if I may ask?" "Like I said, the Luna facilities were falling under disrepair and had outdated technology. After the humans joined the Galactic Confederacy ten years ago, the Earth governments started relegating their prison populations and transferring them to galactic penitentiaries which had more advanced technology. Our prison staff started getting downsized bit by bit as inmates were transferred elsewhere, and it was eventually my turn to be let go. I'm fortunate that some buddies of mine were able to pull some strings and get me this though." Warden Hecula smirked through her maw. "No doubt." She set down the datapad and her face took on a more serious expression. "I will be frank with you, Mr. Dormer. Your arrival here is obviously creating a stir. We don't get many humans into this sector of space, and we've gotten even fewer coming to this prison. I took you in due to your clean work record, and to promote an air of diversity in my guard staff. I don't wish to put you out, but I need to be honest - things are probably not going to be easy for you here, because you are human, and because you are a male." She let this settle in, and Eric politely remained silent, though he was a bit uneasy. "This may be a facility for female inmates, but do not let yourself think this will be a 'walk in the park.'" The Warden said, using a human analogy. "Sure, only one out of ten serious crimes in the Confederacy are committed by females, but the worst of those female perpetrators get sent here, to me." She paused and then folded her scaly hands together on her lap, looking up at the human man. "What kind of inmates did you deal with at Luna?" Eric cleared his throat. "Well, there was a supermax wing at Luna, but I had little contact with that sort. Mostly I watched over criminals convicted of petty theft, racketeering, drug possession. A lot acted like punks, but I knew their type and I could handle them well enough." The Warden nodded. "I'm sure you could, but that is small time compared to what you are dealing with here. These...women are mostly sadists, sociopaths, mass murderers, rapists, drug queenpins. I've got inmates who have attempted to blow up entire colonies; I've got inmates who have sold Confederacy citizens into slavery and transported them from one star system to another; I've even got a Kithar who killed males of her own species and took their male parts as trophies." Eric's brow knitted and he paled a bit at that visual. "I understand, mam. I will be careful among them." The Warden nodded. "For your sake, Mr. Dormer, I hope you're right. We've had male guards in the past, the many of the inmates have not taken too kindly to them." She let him absorb that bit of information before she clapped her hands together, taking the conversation in a less pessimistic turn. "Now, before you begin your first day of work, here are some things you should know. Firstly, you could and should keep your registered side arm with you at all times, though live rounds are not to be used unless absolutely necessary. Secondly, you will be working under Captain Ara'lak, and she will give you specifics on your patrol assignments, as well as a key for your locker in the staff quarters." She paused and looked him directly in the eye, unnerving him with her golden gaze. "Finally," she said with a draconic hiss at the end, "as this is a female prison, it goes without saying that fraternization of any sort, either with the inmates or with your fellow guards, is not to be tolerated. Strict punishment up to termination of your contract may be in order if you disobey this rule. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Dormer?" Eric nodded, trying not to laugh at this final rule. Fraternize with the alien females in this place, especially after he'd just been told that these were sociopaths and murderers?! Aside from that, he loved his wife Sarah more than anything else in the universe and would never consider breaking his marriage vows. He extended out his hand, showing off the golden ring on his ring finger. "I'm married...err mated, mam. You have nothing to worry about in that regard," he said. The Warden nodded. "Of course, Mr. Dormer. I'm sure I don't, but it needed to be said anyway." She stood up from her chair and approached him. "One final thing." She drew out something from her pocket and held it out in the palm of her hand to him. "This is a safety precaution that all of our guards are equipped with." Eric observed the item. It looked like a miniature computer chip, nothing special. "What is it?" he asked, frowning. "The Captain will have this installed into your personal wrist device and communicator. Every inmate that is incarcerated here has had a corresponding device implanted into their nervous system. Press the red button on this device, and it will deliver a short range pulse that will shock any nearby inmates with those neural implants. The shock is not fatal, but it will put the inmate in her place in the event that your life is threatened or an inmate is becoming hostile." Eric took the device from her hand and observed it one more time before pocketing it. "Thank you." "Keep it close. You may need it." The Warden returned to her desk. "Now, I have other matters that I must attend to. The guards outside will direct you to the staff quarters, where your Captain will be waiting to give you further instructions. Again, welcome to Ascalon, Mr. Dormer." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx After being introduced to Captain Ara'lak and several of the other guards that he'd be working with, Eric began to make his rounds in earnest, hoping to prove himself and show initiative early on. It was midday, and many of the inmates would be in the mess hall to sit down for one of their meals, so he started on his patrol duties there. The Captain and several other guards accompanied him to patrol the cafeteria itself, though there were also armed guards on the catwalks to support them from overhead in the event of a riot. Captain Ara'lak had programmed the neural shock device into his wrist communicator as a precaution and began to explain to him the ins and outs of the prison. She gave him a layout of the station and Zeta Wing, the cell block that he would be patrolling after lights out. She also gave him a rundown of which inmates were particular troublemakers in the past and which he should watch out for. Eric decided that he rather liked his new Captain, who was a Kithar. She spoke quickly and he initially had a hard time picking up everything that she instructed him, but she seemed empathetic to the fact that he was a sole human male amongst alien females. To quell any insecurities he may have had, she explained that the residents of the station, guards and inmates alike, seemed more curious about him rather than angry that he was here. Eric had smiled at her and nodded when she said that, but remembered keenly how some of the female guards had taken a peek or two at him when he was first changing into his new uniform in the locker room. He remembered the Warden's rule against fraternization, but he hoped that his fellow guards knew about that rule as well. Already he could tell that some of the looks that he was getting were suggestive and extended beyond mere curiosity. He and the Captain arrived at the mess hall and the doors opened for them automatically after the Captain swiped her keypad. Captain Ara'lak grinned at him with her feline muzzle. "Welcome to the hive, new meat," she said, stepping aside to let her new human colleague see into the mess hall. Immediately, he was accosted with the color red, as each inmate wore a red prison jumpsuit. The mess hall was bustling as they lined up to collect their metal tray of food at the lunch line. Small groups of inmates were getting rowdy over something or another, but for the most part the inmates kept to themselves and ate their meals. Eric also noticed that there was a general pattern of female members of different species mingling mostly with their own kind, though there were exceptions to that. Nearby, he noticed the Noors, of which there was a large number of inmates since they were the dominant species in this region of space. The draconic Noors were ravenous carnivores, and tore into their meat with gusto, seeming not to take notice of him or care at first. Beside them were the Kithars, the catlike aliens of which Eric was already familiar. Then there were the tall, slender, praying mantis-looking aliens called the Lithopes, whose females looked practically identical to the males that he'd seen in vids, much to Eric's amusement. Then there were the big, bulky aliens with the multiple eyes and arachnid features - the Kromonids. Then there were the short residents with green and grey skin tones - the Gelbins - which given their height and features looked similar to goblins that Eric had read about in fantasy literature. Finally, there were the two species who had the most human-like traits of all the alien species present - the Arzuri and the Jil'thal. It was a lot to take in for him at first, but Eric had to admit from the start that the Arzuri were the most pleasing alien species to look at, given their physical similarities to humans. The only differences were the purple skin tones, pointed ears, and taloned fingers. The Jil'thal bore similar human qualities as well, but had darker skin tones and oily skin, pronounced ridges above their eyebrows, and slitted pupils, like the eyes of a snake. The other species in the room were entirely alien to him at first glance, though it mattered little either way since he would be seen as an outsider by all of the inmates here. The Queen Inmate's Pet Ch. 01 He pondered these things for so long that Eric didn't even realize at first that at least half of the mess hall had taken notice of his arrival and turned to look at him. Inmates of every species turned their heads to the door and conversations dissipated to hushed whispers as they made remarks about him. Eric tried his best not to lose his cool, and put on his best "strong man" façade that he'd used when he made his rounds at his old prison with male human inmates. But try as he might, he felt a thousand eyes looking at him at once and he partially wished that the world would swallow him whole right then and there. Captain Ara'lak came to his rescue. She smacked her baton against the metal wall, causing it to echo through the room. "Get back to eating your meals, you ill-bred bitches!" At once, the mess hall became a flurry of activity once again and the inmates turned back to their meals or their conversations with each other, though Eric could tell that many of the conversations were now about him. The Captain walked up beside him and he gave her a nod which she then returned. "I appreciate the save," Eric said with a laugh. She waved him off. "Think nothing of it. I'd be prepared for more of the same, though. I imagine you'll be the celebrity around here for at least another week or two, if not longer. Can't say that's necessarily a good thing," she said. Eric looked back at the open mess hall for signs of disturbance or ruckus, but luckily found none for the time being. However, at the far end of the mess hall, there was one table that was isolated and separate from the rest of the tables. It took him only a few moments to deduce that the exile was self-imposed by the inmates sitting there, as every time an "outsider" passed by that particular table, they were hastily ushered away by table's current residents. There was one female inmate in particular, an Arzuri with violet skin, who sat at the head of the table, and all other inmates who passed by seemed to avoid her, whether out of fear or reverence, Eric could not say. The rest of this alien convict's cronies also seemed to defer to her, asking her questions and receiving a simple nod from her in return. "Captain," Eric said, getting Ara'lak's attention. "Who is that?" he asked, pointing to the inmate in question who was sitting at the isolated table. Captain Ara'lak looked to where he was pointing let out a sigh. "That, my human friend, is the most dangerous inmate in this entire prison. Ashlan Tevros," she said, practically spitting the name. Eric looked at her confusedly, and the Captain began to elaborate. "You could write a book about Ms. Tevros, but to put it plainly, she was and still is the drug queenpin of this entire sector of the galaxy." Eric frowned, seeing only the purple-skinned, slender woman of average height and musculature. "She doesn't look like much," he replied. "That's the impression that most people first get. But don't let it fool you. She controlled the Hesh trade on the outside, and I have no doubt that she has managed to smuggle a lot of it into this prison as well," Ara'lak explained. "Hesh?" Eric asked. "A hard drug that you can only get on the black market. I believe the closest human equivalent would be the party drug, Ecstasy, though this is far more potent. Hesh puts the user into a state of euphoria and bliss, among other things. It's dangerous, though. Overuse can kill brain cells and even drive some users insane." The Captain shook her head. "Anyway, Tevros rose from the ground up in this sector. She eliminated rivals, expanded the Hesh market to other parts of the galaxy, bribed Confederacy officials in government, the list goes on. And it didn't stop after she was sentenced to this prison. She's got so many contacts, outside the prison and inside, that her drug empire has barely faltered despite her incarceration. In fact, I have no doubt that a number of guards under my command are taking bribes from her. The thing is, I can't prove it, because she never makes any deals personally anymore. She operates the same way she did on the outside - by having her cronies get their hands dirty for her." "So how did she end up in here?" Eric asked. The Captain snorted. "She slipped up, made a mistake. She killed a guy, a Kromonid rival of hers, and over a dozen witnesses saw it happen. That's what was strange though; she'd always been an expert at covering her tracks. She'd supposedly killed a lot more than just one guy, but this was the only time she got caught doing it. With so many witnesses, she didn't stand a chance in the courts. She was given a life sentence, and since Arzuri have a lengthy lifespan, that means she's going to be here for a long time, unless by some miracle she gets early parole." Eric turned to look back at the table where Tevros and her cronies in red jumpsuits were sitting. He saw four others with her - a lanky greenish/yellowish insectoid alien, a Lithope, who was currently picking idly at her food, a hulking, muscled Kromonid female who served as the table's "bodyguard," a black and golden striped Kithar who was busy tearing into the alien meat that had been served for lunch, and finally, a draconic Noor who was currently speaking to Tevros herself about something while Tevros slowly nodded back to her. He shook his head and turned his gaze away from them for the time being to continue his rounds. He broke up a few minor scuffles when some of the inmates got particularly rowdy, but they seemed not to give him much trouble when he approached. Though it would be more accurate to say that the inmates were so enthralled by the arrival of their new human male guard that they seemed to forget what they were even fighting with each other about in the first place. He broke up some brief infighting at one table before he heard someone approach behind him. "Ahem." Eric spun around and saw the very same Noor inmate from Tevros' inner circle now standing before him with her arms crossed. The draconic inmate with bronze scales looked him up and down, and Eric had to admit that he found himself doing the same, given that this was the first time he'd seen a Noor female up close, besides Warden Hecula. It was surprising to Eric that despite having reptilian features, she was all female beneath the jumpsuit, with the obvious feminine swells of breasts and subtle curves in the right places. The man shook his head before his mind wandered down a dangerous path. Remembering his position, his hand instinctively went to the handle of his baton. He didn't want to have to strike an inmate, but he would if he was threatened. "What do you want, inmate?" Eric asked commandingly, puffing out his chest just slightly and trying to sound intimidating. Eric was a big guy and could handle himself in a scuffle, as he had in a few situations with human lowlifes at previous prison assignments. But in this case, the Noor did not seem impressed. A thin smile stretched across her maw. "So, human, huh?" she asked before flicking her bifurcated tongue across her lips as reptiles do. Eric ignored her question and pulled his baton out for good measure, taking a cautionary step toward her. "I asked what you wanted," he repeated more forcefully. The draconic woman's grin widened but she took a step back. "Mmm now, feissssssty," she said, drawing the word out playfully like a snake. She gave a gratuitous curtsy and bow before him. "My name is Shaala, and I come on behalf of her revered majesty," she said, making a motion of her head toward Tevros, who was gazing intently at Eric from the other side of the room. Eric snorted, knowing immediately that both this woman and Tevros were likely about to mock him in some way. "And what does 'her revered majesty' want?" Shaala's grin widened and she cocked her head at him. "Tevros extends a message: she wants to congratulate you on your new posting and wishes you many years of a successful career here. In addition, she would like you to know that her door is always open should you wish to engage in any dealings with her for mutual benefit. She also wanted me to specifically tell you...that her cell can be found at 501 in Zeta Wing. Perhaps you might slip in one night after evening roll call and have a private meeting of an intimate nature. Even in prison, a queen does need a consort, after all." Eric's face went red with anger. He pointed his baton at her. "Back the fuck away from me, now! And politely tell her royal highness to go fuck herself too. If you, or her, or any of her little minions try to bribe me again, I would be happy to send a couple thousand volts of electricity your way whenever I feel like it," Eric said sternly, pointing to the electromagnetic anti-riot countermeasure that had been installed into his wrist device. Shaala did not seem too put off by his answer, like she was expecting it. She shrugged. "Sssssuit yourself, pretty boy." She turned on her heel and walked off, but not before looking over her shoulder at him and saying, "But she will remember this. Oh, yesssss," she cackled, "she will remember." Eric watched her walk off and shook his head, refusing to let that convict or her words get under his skin. These may have been females that he was dealing with, but he had familiarity with scum like Tevros at other prisons as well; self-proclaimed rulers on the inside who think that they can control everything and everyone through power and fear. He wouldn't take her bait or succumb to either her bribes or her apparent seductions. He had morals and he was above either of those things. The human guard shrugged it off and returned the baton to his belt before continuing his rounds. He took only one more glance in the direction of Tevros' table in the mess hall. Shaala by now had relayed his response back to Tevros, but he could see that just as Shaala had shrugged off his angry reply, so too did Tevros. She sat at her high chair and continued eating as if nothing had happened. On one occasion, however, Tevros met Eric's gaze, and the violet-skinned convict winked at him. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Eric started off his first week of guard duty at Ascalon without any untoward incidents. The general curiosity that the prison residents had toward him did not seem to decline at all, however. If anything, the inmates grew more and more curious about the human, and some were very vocal about wanting to get some attention from him. More than once, he would get catcalled by inmates when he walked the cell block on patrol. Their boisterous calls ranged anywhere from, "Can I just see what that pink skin feels like?" to "Drop your pants and let me see a human's male parts, pretty boy! Give us a show!" "Pretty Boy" seemed to be the general nickname that they'd assigned to him, and it confirmed his suspicions that not only were male guards a rarity here, but that these alien inmates obviously approved of his human looks, even if they were previously unfamiliar to many of the inmates before he came here. For most of these "women," the only time that they'd seen a human since the humans joined the intergalactic community was in the vids that they were occasionally allowed to watch in the rec room. Of Tevros and her band of bootlicking underlings, Eric saw little. They kept to themselves at their isolated table whenever Eric made the rounds at the mess hall and they, surprisingly, were among the few inmates not to catcall him whenever he patrolled Zeta Wing. However, although he never came into direct contact with the "Queen Bitch" and her gang, more and more he noticed many looks coming from Tevros herself. In the mess hall, she would glare across at him with an expression that was impossible to read, not making any threatening or suggestive gestures, but just staring at him for the longest time. It was unnerving, but he couldn't do anything about it except ignore it. He decided not to dwell on it, assuming that her apparent interest in him would fade away over time - such was the nature of static prison life. When Eric was on break and not making his rounds, he would send long distance vid calls back and forth with his wife, Sarah. He would return home to her over the weekends, taking a shuttle to the nearby colony world of Ithael, but he passed the time between those weekly visits by chatting with Sarah about his new duties at the prison and listening to his wife's excited stories about the various alien kids who lived on the colony who she taught lessons to. He was thankful to have had his wrist device improved to allow for seamless long-distance communication to his wife via his communicator; along with the increased salary, the improved equipment was one of the other perks of this job to balance out the discomfort of being the sole male human guard on staff. One day, Eric was making his rounds in the middle of the day, when most of the inmates were being put to work in various details across the station. However, he received word that one of the inmates in his cell block, Zeta Wing, had refused to get out of bed since early morning roll call, apparently over some serious illness or another. One of his fellow guards radioed him on his communicator and told him to proceed to Zeta Wing to check on the inmate and call for medical attention if need be. Eric walked through Level 5 of Zeta Wing to the steel-reinforced cell unit where the sick inmate was. The cell's door was open and unsealed. Peering inside, he could see the female inmate, a Kithar, curled up on her cot, letting out a guttural, throaty sound, like she was in a lot of pain. He hesitantly stepped into the cell, pulling out his baton just in case. He tapped into his wrist communicator and spoke into it. "Captain? I'm at 516. The inmate is making a lot of noise and convulsing a bit. I think she's in a lot of pain. I'll check it out." "Alright, but use caution. They sometimes try to fake these things so that they can make a grab for your weapon," Captain Ara'lak responded. "Understood," Eric said, signing off. He warily approached the sick Kithar at the end of cell, seeing her shaking and letting out a catlike whine from her cot. He was somewhat concerned for her, but also for himself, holding out his baton just in case. "Inmate?" he asked, approaching the feline alien. The high-pitched pained, whining noise got louder and the inmate kept shaking as he got closer. "Inmate, do you need a doctor? I can have you taken to the infirmary?" The whining continued, but then became a hacking sound, almost like a cough. To Eric's surprise, it sounded almost like a chuckle, but with the inmate's back turned to him he couldn't tell for sure. "Why don't we take you somewhere instead?" Eric's eyes widened, realizing for the first time how stupid he'd been not to notice that this Kithar inmate had golden and black stripes - the exact same as the Kithar that he'd seen sitting with Tevros and their gang in the mess hall week after week. He discovered the ruse too late. Before he could react, he felt a pair of strong, muscular arms clamp themselves around his neck from behind, putting him in a firm chokehold. Working together, another pair of hands stuffed a gag into his mouth while someone else grabbed his arms, relieving him of his baton and preventing him from using his wrist device to call other guards for help. He activated the neural defense measure at the last second, but to his astonishment, it did not seem to function properly. He'd been told that it would deliver a crippling shock to nearby inmates with their surgical implants, but nothing of the sort seemed to happen. Surrounded by red jumpsuits and with three pairs of hands working together, it was impossible for him to fight back, despite his struggles. He saw the Kithar get up from the cot - obviously well and not sick - and assist her three cohorts. Eric tried to kick her while simultaneously reaching for his side arm at his holster. He succeeded at the first, pushing the Kithar back, but failed at the second, having his side arm and holster pulled from his belt and tossed aside. All the while, the strong inmate behind him - most likely Tevros' Kromonid bodyguard judging by the sheer size and strength - kept him in a headlock that he had no hope of getting out of. Muffled by the gag, Eric cursed at the females, but he felt his head pounding and his vision becoming blurry. He struggled for many more moments, but the fight gradually slipped out of him. The Kromonid pressed down hard on a pressure point of nerves on the back of his neck while keeping him in the firm headlock and he finally lost consciousness, slumping to the ground but being caught by two pairs of hands before he could hit the hard floor. Before he passed out he saw the Kithar inmate leaning over him along with Shaala, the Noor that he'd encountered in the mess hall. They grinned down at him with their hands (paws? claws?) on their hips. "We'll take good care of you, Pretty Boy." He heard Shaala laugh along with her three compatriots. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx When Eric came to, he had one hell of a pounding headache. He immediately found out that his hands were cuffed behind his back and he was half sitting, half laying on a cot inside one of the prison cells with his back against the wall. His vision was still fuzzy and he couldn't tell whose cell he was in, but suspected that it was still midday and the rest of the cell block would be otherwise empty, most likely. The second major thing that Eric realized was that he had been stripped of all his gear and all his clothing down to his underwear. His chest and torso was completely bare and he was damn near completely exposed to the frigid cold air of the cell block. Immediately, he struggled against his cuffs and gave a muffled yell for help, realizing again that he was gagged. "Oh now, look who's awake!" A high-pitched voice exclaimed to the right of him. Shaala was there with the Kithar and the insectoid Lithope. The hulking Kromonid who'd put him into unconsciousness was there too, guarding the entrance to the cell like a sentry. "Rise and shine, Pretty Boy. You took quite a stumble," Eric heard an unfamiliar, smooth voice from the other side of the cell. He saw Tevros up close for the first time. Her silverish hair was braided and tied back, and her azure/violet skin was practically luminescent under the single illuminating light in the cell. Her face had a pert, natural beauty to it, though it bore a few scars from old fights that came with a life of crime. The red sleeves of her jumpsuit were rolled up and Eric noticed a trail of ritualistic tattoos inked up the length of her arm. Captain Ara'lak had explained briefly that Arzuri had a spiritual side to their culture, and in this case Tevros had chosen to mark a small tattoo on her arm for each of her sins, and she had many tattoos on her arm for her many sins. Still, though she was not the most threatening person, human or alien, that he had ever seen, he knew what she was capable of, and he didn't relish being at her mercy. He struggled against his bondage and scanned the cell with his eyes for his equipment. He finally saw that the Kithar was brandishing his pistol and the Lithope was tweaking with his wrist device. Seeing his struggling, Tevros smirked and made a motion of her head to her cohorts. "Shaala, Raine," Tevros said, addressing the Noor and Kithar, respectively, "take off his gag for a moment and give our patient a bit of medicine to make him feel better before we start." The two alien females approached him and knelt down to his level on the cot. Raine procured a makeshift knife made of glass from her pocket, showing it to him. The Queen Inmate's Pet Ch. 01 "I'm gonna take out your gag, Pretty Boy, and if you squeal or shout or make any sound, I'm gonna paint the walls of this cell with your blood! Got it, human?" Eric was fuming with anger behind his gag, but he kept that anger in check. He would not die in some cell, half naked before a gang of depraved criminals. He would not leave his wife in such an undignified manner. He reluctantly nodded his head to the feline female. Raine took two of her claws and dipped them into his mouth, yanking out the cloth that was gagging him, and Eric took the time to breathe freely. Before he could object, Shaala was on him next. She shoved a pill of some kind into his mouth and down his throat, cocking his head back and pinching his nose to force him to swallow it. She then took out a canteen of water and pressed it to his lips, forcing him to drink. Eric coughed, feeling the water go down the wrong pipe. Regaining his breathing he looked at Tevros frantically. "What was that pill?! What did you fucking give me?!" Tevros crossed her arms and smirked at him. "I take it that since you're a human, you've never experienced the bliss of Hesh before. Well, Pretty Boy, be prepared to have your world opened up like it has never been before. The effects should kick in pretty quickly, so we'll just sit back and chat for a few minutes before they do." Eric began to panic, realizing that he'd just swallowed a dose of an illegal black market drug. What effect would it have on him?! What would Warden Hecula do to him if the security scanners found this in his system?! Eric turned back to Tevros. "What the fuck do you want with me?" Tevros tapped a talon to her mouth and hummed. "Well, me and the girls are here for class." Eric shook his head, already feeling his vision becoming hypersensitive. "C- class?" he repeated her words. "Yup," Tevros replied. "We're here for Anatomy 101. Or wait, maybe it was Xenobiology 101? I forget." Raine spat on the ground. "Naw bitch, I'm here for Sex Education!" She and the other inmates erupted into a chorus of laughs at that, except for Tevros. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, looking back at Eric. "Do not mind my furry colleague, Mr. Dormer. She has no tact, no understanding of social conduct. She spent years killing males across the galaxy and taking their penises and testicles as trophies, after all." When Eric blinked at her with his mouth agape, Tevros continued. "Ah, you know how Kithar are, right? Tribal honor and all that? They like collecting their trophies. Raine here just has a preference." Raine unclenched her furry hand, showing off her sharp claws. "Speaking of which, can I take his after we're done? Pretty please, Tevros!" Tevros shook her head, declining. "No castration, Raine. What good is a toy if you go breaking it?" The Queen Bitch shook her head and looked back at Eric. "Anyway, I'm going to tell you why you're here, Mr. Human Hunk Boy. The inmates in this place have been talking about you for weeks. Sure, we've had the occasional male guard in the past, but never a human. Most of us in here have never even met a human, seeing as they're still new around this sector. Hell, most of us haven't been able to get a good look at you for more than a couple minutes. You walk around, strutting your stuff on patrol, and you've got a prison full of females who want to get to know you. Now that doesn't seem right to me," Tevros babbled. "I extend you a friendly invitation via my associate, Shaala, here in the mess hall, and you turned me down flat." She made a series of tsk sounds. "Very rude, Mr. Dormer. Very rude." Eric struggled to follow everything that she was saying. His vision became jumbled and everything seemed much brighter all of a sudden. "Now," Tevros said, continuing. "As you can see, the girls and I have already taken off most of your clothes, so at least some of our curiosity is sated. You were unconscious for it, but we all got a good feel for your smooth skin and those solid, chiseled abs and arms of yours." She licked her lips. "I don't know if you are the exception or the norm to other human males, Mr. Dormer but, well, let's just say that if you went the rest of your patrol rounds just like this, and without that ugly uniform on from now on, I think you'd make a lot of the inmates in here very happy. Like our own personal male model, right?" Tevros said before whistling. Try as he might to distance himself from this entire ordeal, the sultry talk from Tevros and the Hesh flowing through his veins was having an entirely new effect on Eric. Not only was he light-headed and his senses heightened, but he was being overcome with a state of intense arousal. His underwear felt tight, and blood began to flow to his cock like a water balloon. Eric had always been proud of his endowment, seeing that he was considerably above average as far as human men went, but even now he felt as if he'd gained another inch or so out of nowhere. He also felt as hard as steel, like he would be able to keep an erection for the rest of his life. "Well well, what have we here?" Zillia, the insectoid female asked, clicking her mandibles. She pointed a long, chitinous finger at the erection that was tenting in the human guard's underwear. Eric looked frantically back and forth between his growing cock and the four females who were staring hungrily at it, awaiting its unveiling. Borka, the hulking Kromonid female guarding the cell, had seemed disinterested in this entire affair, but she did look over her shoulder at his tenting erection out of curiosity nonetheless. Raine, meanwhile, was licking her lips and whiskers; out of arousal or a sociopathic desire to take his cock as one of her "trophies," Eric couldn't say. Even Tevros was blushing a little bit, anticipating seeing her first cock in the flesh in a very long time. She licked her lips. "Raine, I do believe Mr. Dormer may have smuggled contraband into the prison. He's certainly packing something bulky in his underwear. Please, relieve him of that underwear so we can see what he's brought in with him." By now, the other inmates crowded in around his cot with the exception of Borka, who stood guard. Raine approached him and made quick work of his underwear, but kept his private parts intact at Tevros' stern urging once again. Her claws shredded his underwear, causing his thick, imposing ten inch erection to spring out for all the females to see. With his Hesh-induced arousal, Eric's cock was pulsing and jumping with his heartbeat and the mushroom head had become a shade of purple, drooling out a steady flow of precum. The inmates collectively gasped, staring at his prick like it was a scepter of the gods. Shaala gave a pleasured hiss, a wide grin stretching across her reptilian maw. "Now that is nice." Zillia tittered and nodded. "Makes the males of my species look like straw-dicks." Raine was simply salivating like she was looking at a cat treat. Tevros chewed her lip. "Thing is fucking big. Think I've only seen bigger on a Kromonid male, but those dumb fuckers spill their load after just a few pumps. Aint that right, Borka?" The big Kromonid female shrugged from her place at the door. "Wouldn't know. I only go for females." Shaala laughed at that. "Maybe that's the reason why." Eric, in his euphoric haze, didn't know what to make of all these female convicts staring at his man meat with such reverence. He realized by now that this entire humiliating ordeal was Tevros' revenge against him for slighting her, that day in the mess hall. Still, what he did not anticipate was that Tevros and her lackeys actually found him to be appealing, and yet here they were, practically fawning over him. Their curiosity and lack of male affection for years had obviously given them some built up lust when it came to him. Tevros was chewing her lip, staring at his cock with lust blazing in her azure eyes. She seemed to be debating something, looking between him and the door into the cell block, weighing how much time she had. Tevros stood up onto her feet. "Fuck it," she said. Eric heard an unzipping sound. He looked up and saw Tevros pulling off her red jumpsuit, baring more of her radiant violet skin to him. She wore a tank top underneath, shielding much of her upper half from him, but she wore only a thin pair of panties to shield her womanly parts from him. She made quick work of sliding her panties down her legs and kicking them off with her jumpsuit, leaving herself with only her tanktop and boots on. Eric tried to turn his head away, to put himself in another place and continue resisting this indignity, but Shaala tilted his head forcefully back in Tevros' direction. He watched her sway her hips seductively as she approached his prone form. A lump formed in the back of his throat as he saw the flushed, dark purple lips of her labia glisten with wetness, and a drop of juice trickle down her inner thigh. Tevros reached down and stroked her aroused slit as she straddled his cot, staring him in the face with a determined yet hungry expression, like she had done to him silently for the past several weeks in the mess hall. "I have always taken what I want, Mr. Dormer, inside the prison and out. And now, I want you." She climbed up his well-defined chest until she was straddling his head, her dripping alien pussy just inches away from his face. He could smell the heady, musky scent of her arousal. Perhaps it was the Hesh screwing with his brain, but it smelled like sweet spices to him. Regardless, Eric saw through his haze of forced arousal enough to remember his wife, and how much he loved her and would never wish to betray her. Sure, he'd been coerced and physically overpowered by these convicts, but perhaps he could have done more to stop them? And even now, despite being drugged, he should put up more resistance. Eric ignored the single trickle of her love juice that dripped onto his chin. He slammed his eyes shut. "I...can't! Please don't do this. I have a wife!" Eric pleaded, both to Tevros and to himself. Tevros slapped his face, causing his head to jerk back. "And if you satisfy me, I'll keep you nice and pretty for when you go home to your wife. But if you don't cooperate, I'll have Raine and Borka do what they wish with you, and they are a lot rougher than me, believe me. If you think that that prissy human wife of yours can keep this," she ran a hand up and down his muscled chest, "and this," she said, reaching back and squeezing his thick cock, causing him to gasp, "all to herself, you're wrong. I think your wife should share." Eric struggled, turning his head to the side again and cursing under his breath while apologizing, saying his wife's name profusely. Tevros looked down at him and, to his astonishment, seemed to have a look of sympathy come over her face. She rubbed the top of his head. "We're forcing you to do this, Mr. Dormer. Find solace in that. You are not betraying your bond-mate. We are using you. You are a man-sized sex toy for us, nothing more." With that, Tevros grew impatient once again and she straddled his head, lowering her wet pussy down to his mouth. Eric couldn't believe it; he couldn't believe that he was being forced to eat out the pussy of one of the most dangerous and infamous criminals in the galaxy. He sighed, realizing that putting up a fight would be futile. There were no other guards in sight to help him, he was cuffed and without a weapon, and if he refused to cooperate then Tevros would likely let her psychotic Kithar sidekick castrate him for her own amusement, or worse. Eric shuddered and snaked out his tongue. He wanted to get this over with quickly. The Hesh was making it hard for him to think, making him somehow feel both dizzy and acutely alert simultaneously, if that were even possible. Tevros took his head into her hands, purring, appreciating his cooperation. She lowered her juicy snatch down onto the human's tongue, sighing in bliss as the wet appendage made contact with her sensitive purple folds. It had been far too long since she'd had a good cum, and she was desperate for release. For a time, her cohorts had been happy to satisfy her needs, and that had worked for her, for a while. But she wanted something new, she wanted a man, and she wanted to add a human to her list of conquests. "That's it, pet," Tevros sighed, swaying her lithe purple hips over his face, wetting his chin and feeling his tongue parting her folds and sweeping across her Arzuri pussy. Opening her eyes, she looked down at his wide-eyed visage beneath her. "Have you done this to your wife, before?" Eric wished that this evil bitch would shut up and stop talking to him. But when he looked up and saw her impatiently waiting for his answer with a cold glare, he nodded. He and his wife had had a lot of time to get acquainted with each other in bed, and they were both still very active in that respect whenever he came home to her. He loved eating Sarah's pussy, hearing her moan and orgasm atop his tongue, clutching the bedsheets and crying out his name over and over again. This sort of thing was not new to him, except for the fact that it was an alien female hovered above him. "Get to it then," Tevros said, tapping his cheek. Again she started to sway her hips and grind her pussy across his tongue, urging him to explore every pleasure point and tender nerve inside her alien cunt. He closed his eyes and let the Hesh control his actions. He ran his tongue across her lips, tasting the tart flavor of her arousal that, he admitted, was not all that unpleasant. Tevros spread her lips open with two of her talons, and without even thinking, Eric snaked his tongue into her, slurping into her honeypot with deep licks and lewd slurps. "Ah yesss, that's it, pet, get in there nice and deep. Ugh, pussy-eating is a favored pastime in a female prison. Let's see if you can put a few of these bitches to shame, human," Tevros grunted and then moaned in pleasure as he found a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Eric found out soon enough that an Arzuri's clitoris was deeper inside the vagina than a human female's, which was no doubt more pleasurable for her during mating since a male's rod could rub directly against it. He found her clit at the roof of her pussy and he flicked his tongue against the sensitive nub, causing Tevros to flinch and gasp out in bliss. His skin was on fire and his mind was foggy from the Hesh, and for some reason all he could think about was submitting to carnal pleasures of the flesh. He buried his tongue into her divine pussy before pulling it back out and giving attention to her tender labia, before diving in again and giving her clit much needed attention. As Tevros was working up a sweat, riding the human's vigorous tongue and clearly working herself up to an orgasm, her three compatriots were watching this unfold. They had long since relieved themselves of their own jumpsuits, feeling hot and stifled inside them, and they buried their respective fingers into their own snatches as this free cross-species porn show played out right in front of them. However, Shaala was the first to realize that as all this was going on, poor Eric's erection was pulsing like a lightning rod, flushed purple with intense arousal and trickling out precum at an unnatural rate, wetting the cot. The Noor licked her reptilian lips, deciding that the human male's monstrous meat stick was too appetizing to resist. "Tevros?" she asked, causing her Queen Bitch to cease rocking atop the human's face for a moment to look at her questioningly. "I think someone or something else deserves a bit of attention, don't you? I'd love to get a taste for this thing." Tevros grinned. "Of course, Shaala." When Eric looked dizzily up at her, Tevros winked at him. "Noors have long tongues, as you can imagine. You're in for a real treat, Pretty Boy. Now," she shook her hips and slapped his cheek with her hand. "get fucking licking again." Eric complied, slickly licking the Arzuri convict's pussy once again. Meanwhile, he felt the weight of someone else settle in at the other side of the cot. A pair of leathery hands touched his thighs, and Eric realized that it had to be Shaala. The Queen Bitch's second-in-command took hold of Eric's immense erection, causing him to gasp. The Hesh had kept him super sensitive, so every stroke of the reptilian woman's fingers over his inches of cockflesh sent sparks of pleasure coursing through him. Then, the inevitable came. He felt Shaala cradle his balls with one hand, stroking them. Then, another hand clasped his cock at its base before a long, thin tongue trailed itself up the length of his cock, collecting the river of precum that coated its surface. Eric's eyes rolled back into his head as Shaala licked the length of his ten-incher with her bifurcated tongue before she sucked the meaty head of his cock into her draconic maw. The human couldn't contain his moans of pleasure as the alien woman sucked his cock. His moans were muffled into Tevros' pussy, but this didn't seem to bother her. Tevros looked back at her cohort, smirking. "How's the taste of human meat, Shaala?" The rumbling "mmmm" that came from the draconic woman's maw as she sucked and slurped on the human's cock was a good enough answer. Had Eric's mind not been foggy with Hesh, he'd have been concerned with having his cock in the Noor's maw, given that it was filled with sharp teeth. But as it was, the reptilian female was going to town on his cock, drinking down his salty precum and swallowing his cock, bobbing her head and slurping all over it like it was the last thing that she'd ever taste. It had been over twenty Noorish years since she'd touched a male's cock, let alone sucked one, after all. Tevros was swiftly approaching orgasm; the human guard was getting into his task with more enthusiasm than she was expecting, even with the Hesh. He was practically worshipping her pussy and clit with her tongue, drinking in her abundant juices as he did. As she rode his face, moaning, she noticed that he was closing his eyes throughout the entire process. Perhaps he was imagining going down on his human wife, Tevros thought with a smirk. But despite her pleasure, the sounds of Shaala sucking the human's meat into her maw was getting to her. She knew that thanks to the effects of the Hesh, the human could cum over and over again without tiring, at least until the effects wore off. But why should she allow Shaala to waste the human's load of seed by swallowing it? It had been a very long time since she'd felt a male fill her pussy with seed, and few of those male trysts had ever been pleasant for her. But thus far this human had been a good find, and she wanted to orgasm with a male truly inside her once again. And she wanted to see the despair on his face, to see the reluctant pleasure written all over him as he filled up another female other than his wife, and an alien at that, with his potent seed. "Shaala, shove off for now," Tevros commanded, wiping a sweat from her brow. Shaala looked disappointed, but she complied with her command. She pulled her maw from Eric's cock and stepped away. His pulsing shaft looked even meaner and more engorged than before, and was now covered in a sloppy sheen of Shaala's saliva. Eric watched, wide-eyed as Tevros shimmied down his body, trailing a glaze of her juices across his chest as she did. When she was straddling his groin, she took hold of his cock delicately and with more gentleness than he was expecting from her. He watched as a trickle of juice landed on his cockhead, and she pressed the mushroom head of his slippery rod into her folds, grinding her pussy against his cock to stimulate both of them before the main event.