Dina rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. It hadn’t changed in days but she didn’t want to watch the tablet for a while. She glanced at it on the shelf near the cell door. The blinking light said it was charging, another relatively common concept, but she was sure that it had enough for another few videos if she wanted.

It had been two days since she saw Korin on the tablet. After messing around with it, she managed to stumble on the rest of the videos. Without being able to read the alien’s language, she was forced to randomly pick videos.

The first one was an up-close and detailed rape of a woman. In the few seconds that Dina had spotted, the memories of the spiked cock plunging into a blood-soaked opening had burned itself in her mind. The screams refused to stop echoing in the back of her thoughts.

Her inner muscles clenched with the memory. It was going to be her in a few days, maybe less. She was going to feel the sharp edges scraping at her insides and tearing her up. She could only hope that her organs would be yanked out of her body like the woman on the video, though she knew the surgical alterations made were to ensure she would survive every thrust driven into her.

A tear burned in her eye.

She wiped her eyes and glanced at the tablet again. Thankfully, she eventually deciphered the words for fight, laman, and later Korin’s name to find his videos.

Being able to see all of his fight, from his first brush with death at the hands of a man wielding a hammer to the latest one, she could see the slow progression of him growing harder, stronger, and faster. There was a surety to his movements in the later videos, a predatory way of walking that sent her insides quivering and moisture to gather along her aching clitoris. He was sexy and powerful.

She dreamed that he would break into the cell and rescue her. During the day, the hard reality would silence those fantasies. At night, however, she could play the images of her walking in, slaughtering the aliens with his plasma torch, and freeing her.

Dina smiled to herself. She could almost feel his strong arms around her shoulders or when he picked her up. The fights were violent but brief, flashes of quills and blood, and then nothing but the freedom of a spaceship.

She sighed and ran her left hand down her side. Her nipples were hard from both the cold and her fantasies. She didn’t care, only that they felt good as she trailed her fingertips along the hardness that peeked out from her shift. With a soft gasp, she traced the wrinkled skin and enjoyed the little flashes of pleasure that danced against her nerves as she stroked harder and faster.

Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine the Korin who made love to her the day he proposed but it didn’t fit. It was the strong Korin she wanted know, the hero and her rescuer. She craved to feel his warmth against her body. She needed to feel his roughness, the violence she saw in the videos as he slammed her against the bed and forced his knees between her own.

Lost in her thoughts, she slowly parted her legs. There was a slight discomfort at her crotch, the wounds were almost completely healed but the scar tissue wasn’t soft or flexible. She tugged harder, spreading her labia apart with her movement. Slowly, she drew one hand down to between her legs.

Her pussy was hot against her fingertips as she trailed up and down. It wasn’t a frantic pleasuring, but a slow build up of joy as she explored her pussy with strokes that reached from clitoris to asshole.

Even through the thin fabric of her shift, the pressure danced against her sensitive openings. It was interrupted when she touched against a scar, but otherwise it wasn’t any different than when she masturbated for Harmmon earlier or even Korin the day before their wedding; of course, the day before they were teasing each other so neither enjoyed an orgasm.

She grinned. They had such high hopes when they got married. They teased and touched and stroked each other until the orgasms were ready to burst at the seams but then stepped back.

Dina pressed her palm against her sex and used two fingers to work into her furrow. She drew it deeper, curling her digits to slide into the rough opening of her sex.

When she felt pleasure, the first in a long time, she let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t know if the aliens would have ruined that with their surgery. The fear of never being able to feel anything haunted the back of her thoughts.

When her toes began to curl with pleasure, Dina thrust two fingers into her sex with slow, steady movements. It was dry and cool, no doubt from the days of pain, but she could feel a thin sheen of moisture gathering along her fingertips. It eased her passage as she added a third finger to the tight opening and thrust even faster.

Her wrist hurt from the angle but she didn’t care. She moaned and ground down faster. With her other hand, she mauled her breast and pulled at her nipple, adding discomfort and a bit of pain into her pleasures. It only made her pussy wetter.

Soft gasps slipping from her lips, she stroked faster. She couldn’t remember what Korin’s cock felt like anymore but she could enjoy the pressure three digits stretching her opening felt like.

The scar tissue resisted her, tugging in a new and unfamiliar way. At the same, it brought a sense of “newness” to her pleasure.

She pushed herself harder, thrusting faster with her fingers until her knuckles were driving into her opening and her palm smacked against her clitoris. Every impact shook her through her body.

Dina thrust harder and faster, rubbing her thumb against her clitoris. The pleasure rose, she could feel the orgasm rising to a crest, but it wasn’t enough to send it over the edge.

Frustrated, she tried again, thrusting hard and fast with her fingers until her juices ran down her thighs and the cell was filled with her gasps, but her orgasm refused to push past a wall that no doubt came from being altered like nothing more than a beast.

After almost an hour of trying, she slumped down. “Fuck.”

“Mina fuck Mina?”

Dina jumped. Inhaling sharply, she turned to see Harmmon standing on the other side of the door watching.

The alien wasn’t wearing clothes and she had her thick-digit hand pressed against her own sex. Her quills shivered with her thoughts.

“Mina?”

Dina sighed. “Y-Yes, I fuck myself. Or try to.”

“No fuck?”

“No…” Dina didn’t have a word for an orgasm. She thought for a moment and then fingered herself a few times, hard and fast. It sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Then, she pulled out her dripping finger and mimed an explosion. “Boom.”

“Boom? Mina fuck Mina, dan Mina boom?” The alien seemed to smile and her quills stood up.

Dina held back a snort. “Yes, Dina wants a boom.”

“Mina boom bassin—”

Harmmon clutched her fingers as if she was gripping something and then expanded her fingers.

"—ku fasor—”

She mimed something getting longer.

"—ku abbano—”

Harmmon frowned for a moment and then reached over to her table to pick up a cup. With a frown, she poured some liquid on her fingers.

"—abbano. Ku… papapa?”

The alien finished by pounding one fist into her palm. "Papapa?”

Dina smiled. There were a few more things that were nearly universal. "Yes.”

Harmmon wiped her hand on her chest and then turned around. She held up two fingers as she headed over to the storage units. It took her a moment but she came back frowning. Then, she turned and headed out.

Dina watched her curiously, some of the fear and loathing for Harmmon’s part in tearing her open fading with the growing curiosity. Slowly, she returned her palm to her pussy and ran her finger up and down her slit, teasing but not fucking herself.

It took Harmmon almost twenty minutes to return. When she did, she was grinning. In her right hand, she had a thick, rod-like object in her hand.

With every step, the rod bounced and bent around. It looked like a thick piece of translucent rubber. It had a few tags on the edge and it appeared to have just come off one of the rapid 3D printers that most ships had; it was used for creating parts and could print a variety of materials. Dina knew the basics of how to use it.

Harmmon stopped in front of the cell and held out her newly printed device. It was a thick rode, maybe ten or twelve centimeters thick and almost a meter long. Both ends were rounded without a single ridge.

Dina stared at it for a long time as her cheeks grew flushed. She knew what it was, it was a dildo.

Harmmon’s quills shook as she smiled broadly. "Bassin rim fasor. Mina papapa. Rim…” Harmmoon looked around and then held up a finger. She left the cell area and came back only a few moments later with a tube of silicone lubrication for pipes. "Abbano?”

Dina’s cheeks were burning but she couldn’t help but nod.

"Mina papapa Mina. Mina fuck Mina. Harmmon muf sasomu Mina.” Mina pounds herself and Harmmon will watch.

Dina’s body grew hotter as she stared conflicted. She was considering masturbating in front of a woman who was going to help rape her. She didn’t know why she was being friendly to such a beast. Dina was nothing more than a pet to torture to them.

Slowly, she looked up into Harmmon’s eyes. There was something more, a kinship that bridged species. Harmmon wanted it as much as Dina did.

Dina already knew she was going to fantasize about Korin. If she was going to be an experiment, she could at least have a little orgasm to help her prepare for it. She nodded. "Yes.”

Harmmon set the dildo into the tray and cycled it. As it spun around, she backed up to the table before sitting on it. One hand dropped to between her legs, her thick fingers circling around the sphincter-like opening of her sex.

Gingerly, Dina headed to the tray and picked up the dildo. There was a faint whiff of the acidic air outside of the cell but Dina had gotten used to it other than tasting it in the back of her throat.

She hefted the dildo. It was heavy and smooth. It also feel thick and slick in her grip, a feeling that sent a clenching wave of pleasure through her own pussy.

A small part of her was curious about the alteration. They changed her to fuck the massive cocks of the aliens. She knew that, but holding the immense toy in her hand, she realized that she could probably take the entire thing inside her.

Ashamed at her curiosity, Dina returned to her bench. Sitting down with her back against the wall and her heels hooked on the edge, she faced the female alien.

Her body was tight with anticipation. She dropped her free hand to her sex and shivered at the pleasure. The minutes of waiting and holding the dildo had finally brought heat and moisture to her cunt and she could feel the slick lubrication forming at her opening.

Turning her attention to the dildo, she stroked along it. It was so thick, far more than anything Korin couldn’t have provided, longer than any mortal human. It was obscene and disturbing, but also alluring.

Licking her lips, she bent the head of the dildo down and rubbed it against her slit. The rounded was was thicker than her fist and felt good sliding up and down the furrow of her begin. She let out a soft moan and swirled it even harder, working it into her valley until she felt it pressing up against the opening of her sex.

"Ho….” hummed Harmmon.

Dina couldn’t look up. She stared at the translucent dildo, marveling at the girth. It was going to stretch her, no matter what changes they made. It was too big, too large, but she wanted it.

With a soft gasp, she grasped the head tighter and forced it into her sex. Her outer lips stretched around the opening, clinging to it as she worked it in and out with tiny little strokes.

The feeling of having her inner entrance stretched was incredible. They had loosened up her opening, she could tell that, but the thickness still rubbed against her insides. Her inner walls clung to the he4ad as she increased the length of her pumping until she was sliding four then ten centimeters in and out of sex.

Dina let out soft moans as she found she could take more. The pressure built up in her belly but kept doing. She slipped her hand down further and continued to pump, driving it into her body until her knuckles and thumb pressed against her wet slips.

There was still pleasure. It felt good . Her belly swelled with the girth of the dildo, expanding as she watched the head push past her pelvis and toward her belly button.

Dina stared with rapturous attention as she feed a few more centimeters of dildo into her cunt. It stretched her completely and every part of the dildo inside her strained against her insides.

She was half afraid they killed her insides with their changes. That wasn’t true, instead it felt like they were hyper sensitive as she pumped the thick intruder further than she had ever had it before. The head was past where her vagina and even womb were, sliding with delicious friction up toward her ribs. Her stomach and chest rose with every thrust.

And she could still take more.

Moaning, she squeezed her nipple with one hand and pumped with the other. Every few seconds, she would add more of the dildo to slide into her cunt. The strokes were longer, a quarter meter and more. Every centimeter, every ridge and bump along the shaped head.

It kept disappearing into her body. She could feel it sliding up against her spine, into her ribs, and up against her lungs. When she shoved forward, burying over half of the length into her cunt, her breath came out in a moaning gasp. Every pull drew it back in.

Toes curling even more, Dina focused on pushing harder and faster. She inched her way down to the far end of the dildo until she could take meter-long strokes into her pussy.

Her insides were soaked and fluid, swirling around the dildo as the pleasure rushed up toward her. With a whimper, she grabbed it with both hands and began to drive it hard and fast into her cunt. Thrust after thrust. It shoved into her ribs and toward her throat. She could feel the pressure on her lungs and heart but it didn’t matter, she took every centimeter of the cock and could easily handle more.

Her entire body clamped down ton the length of the dildo, a meter length of firm rubber that sent off sensitive nerves from crotch to throat.

Sweat prickling her body, Dina focused on pounding it into her, slamming it deep until pleasure burst out from the impact. She sobbed and cried with it, only dimly aware of the puddle of juices that formed under her ass.

The orgasm crested brutally. One moment, she was riding on the ridge of pleasure, the next every muscle in her body tensed into rock-like hardness. The friction increased on the dildo, locking it into place as she came with her entire body. Even the scream of pleasure froze in her throat, sealed away by the muscles locking in her neck and chest.

Sparks of white danced across her vision as she stroked the cock; she couldn’t even get a good grip on it anymore with her juices coating the surface.

Her body shook from her pleasure and she sank into it, writhing on the bench before slipping off it. The edge dug into her spine but she didn’t care. Unable to see or do anything, she crumpled to the ground and let the last pleasure consume her.

When she opened her eyes, she was in a puddle of cum and sweat. Panting, she looked up at Harmmon.

The female alien was licking her fingers, the same hand that she had used to pleasure herself. She noticed Dina looking at her and cocked her head. "Mina boom?” Did Dina come?

Dina gasped. "Dina came.”

"Harmmon boom muf sasomu Mina.” Harmmoon came thinking of Minda.

Somehow, that little phrase brought a smile to Dina’s lips. "Ho,” it was the closest she word she could think of.