#just fyi..........the second day..........

“Now how are you making the third eye, hm?” he asked, his face moving closer to yours. There wasn’t anywhere for you to move, you waited with bated breath as he looked over you. If your translator had been working, you would have told him. He wasn’t wrong about the translator, either. It was bulky and had hurt since your sister installed it for you at Lafftale but there hadn’t been another option. Now that Marco had turned it off, you really were like the pet he had called you. The thought had your face burning with humiliation as he poked at the eye on your forehead. His talon went through it to your forehead while he studied your face closely.

“Interesting. It’s a holographic projection of…your left eye. Fairly realistic at a far range, not so much up close. So where is the-” Marco trailed off, the pads of his fingers pushing through your hair to your scalp. You were scared he was going to slice you but he was careful to avoid his claws from touching your scalp. His touch surprisingly gentle now for how tightly he had been gripping your jaw.

“Ah, here,” he said, finding the projector hidden in your hair. He parted your hair, carefully examining the spot where your sister had glued it to your scalp. The projector was small, no bigger than your pinky nail and had been the hardest item to steal when you’d left Lafftale. He hummed looking at it then turned and went to a far cabinet. As he walked away, you looked around the room. You hadn't given it much thought when he had brought you here but maybe there would be something that could help you. Unfortunately the room was sterile and mostly empty -- there was the chair you were on, a few hover stools, a couple hover tables and trays, and many cabinets. Based on the unfamiliar object you'd already seen you probably wouldn't know what was in the cabinets, even if you could get to them.  Marco returned moments later with a tube, opening it and squeezing a small amount onto his finger. He gently rubbed the salve around the small metal object on your scalp, easily prying it off of you moments later.

“Much better, now I can see all your features,” he said with a nod. “The lubricant will destroy the holographic projector, but it is no longer needed,” he said, holding it closely to his face before crushing it between his fingers. 

“No!” you cried at the tinny sound of the projector breaking . It had been the last reliable disguise on Lafftale and now that it was gone, there was no way for anyone else to travel for supplies. Your heart felt even heavier as you thought about your friends going hungry due to your hubris, your sister getting weaker as the virus progressed. Marco considered you with a tilt of his head, but didn’t comment on your vitals again.

Your attention was drawn from Marco as the doors to the infirmary opened, revealing another alien you’d seen previously. Marco had called him Thatch, and he had been the one taking stores from the Silk Road. He had a bundle in his hand, which you quickly recognized as your belongings. Your fingers instinctively reached for your dull red blanket, as if trying to grab it away from him. Marco’s eyes flicked to your hands before turning to his fellow crew.

“So you’re aware, we cannot currently understand her. I turned off her translator. It wasn’t implanted correctly and it’s causing her harm. Since receiving transmissions uses the device less than sending them, she can still understand us. She'll be able to talk to us again soon,” Marco explained, now patting your hair. You tried tossing your head but it did nothing to remove his hand. You wanted to snap your teeth at him to get him to understand but you didn’t think it would have a positive result. They’d probably say you were aggressive or needed more containment. 

“Thank you for bringing her belongings.  Look, she already wants her comfort items, she’s trying to reach for them,” Marco said, pointing out your curled fingers. Your face heated with his observation, you hadn’t realized you made it so obvious. Marco turned to look at you and spoke to you directly.

“If you are good during the examination, I will give you one of your comfort items afterwards,” Marco said to you while his fingers toyed with the ends of your hair. That only made you angrier - who was he to take your belongings and dole them out as he wished? You weren’t a pet like he claimed – those were your things and you wanted them back. It wasn’t like much belonged to you, you only had those few items but they were yours. Your face burned with anger as Marco continued touching your hair and Thatch looked you over. 

“I got your message just in time. Is there something wrong with the Three Eyes? I sent the rest of her crew on their way, she can always catch up if needed. Aw, look, her blood is rushing to her face. The only species that I’ve heard of that has that weakness is-” Thatch suddenly stopped talking, putting your things on a table near the door. He walked over to you, his eyes scanning your face.

“Where did her other eye-” Thatch stopped speaking, his eyes now roving all over your body. Marco showed him the data pad, Thatch scrolling through the information rapidly. You didn’t want them looking at you like you were an animal or some treasure they’d found. You trained your eyes on the spotless ceiling, ignoring their presence. Not that they were speaking to you anyway. The two of them watched you in silence for a moment, the only sound the periodic beeping of the bracelet still on your wrist. 

“She’s…?” he whispered, now looking at Marco. 

“She is. 100% human female.” 

Marco POV

The thought to sedate you for the examination passed through Marco’s mind as you resumed struggling once he pronounced you human. Even though his datapad continued to note your distress in your heightened pulse and body temperature, he ultimately decided against it. He wanted to gather your natural reactions to various stimuli as baseline data points. And besides, if anything went wrong, he could always sedate you later. Which reminded him – he needed to gather medications that were safe for humans. Marco tapped out another to do on his datapad before setting it down on a table.

“Can I - I want to touch her,” Thatch murmured, his eyes fixed as he started moving towards you. You cringed back but Marco already had his arm across Thatch’s chest, stopping his progress.

“We will, but not quite yet. She appears to be scared or nervous, based on the readings from her clinical cuff. She needs to bond with me a little more before she can have others touch her,” Marco said sympathetically. He understood his brother’s impulse well, it was taking everything in him not to shove himself into the tight hole he knew to be hidden under your clothing. He wanted to touch, smell, lick, and fuck every single part of the human, but it wasn’t the time.

“I'm going to examine her, you're welcome to stay. Afterwards I'm going to need you to cook human safe food for her. I'll send you a list of foods that are fatal to humans, foods that will poison her more slowly, and foods humans don't tolerate well but aren't fatal,” Marco said, grabbing his data pad and sending out a few resources. Thatch would have to create a diet for you specifically, humans weren’t able to digest most of what was available on the ship. It was good that humans didn’t mind eating the same meals day after day and that Thatch was an excellent chef.

With that thought, Marco headed to the small supply cabinet on the far side of the room and grabbed a few items that he would need for the examination. Thatch reading through the lists Marco had sent, his tail twitching with interest. Marco turned to face you, your little lips pinched in between your teeth. He’d studied human facial expressions when he was younger but had since forgotten some of the knowledge. He’d have to brush up, maybe when you were sleeping.

Thatch looked longingly at the human, but did not move forward like he tried to before. You were still struggling against the bonds, though you had unfortunately stopped making noises for now. Marco planned to announce everything he’d be doing to you, he wanted to make sure you understood what would be happening. Maybe if you heard his statements and he showed how he always followed through, you’d begin to trust him more.

“I am going to remove your clothing,” Marco stated calmly, activating the fabric knife and holding it above you. He would have to assess you fully, and the easiest way to do that would be in the nude. The fabric knife had a green glowing laser that looked intimidating, but it would only cut through the basic textile suit you were wearing. Marco was a little surprised that you were wearing a textile suit, he would have thought the material would be too abrasive for your skin. Textile suits were made of wapolium, a helpful and durable metal that was harmless to most creatures in the galaxy – but you weren’t most creatures.

Textile suits were relatively inexpensive and useful, able to be used in a wide range of environments. Which is why most workers used them rather than the fabric clothing Marco was wearing. The suits came packaged as nearly a liquid, the user just had to put the fabric unit on their body and the suit would move itself and spread out to cover the user as far as they wished or to the ends of their extremities. Your hands, neck and head were free but everything else was covered by the textile suit. 

Your eyes were entranced by the knife, your gaze never straying from where Marco held it above your chest. Based on how you acted around other technology, Marco surmised you weren’t too familiar with tech from the past 20 or so cycles, though he was still unsure why. Even so, he wanted to put you at ease so he placed his hand on top of your own, earning him a small gasp from you as he distracted your attention away from the knife.

“The knife cannot cut anything besides fabrics. You will be unharmed. You will always be safe under my care,” Marco said, his fingers roving over your tiny hand. You made a sound that he hadn’t heard before, almost like a bark, before you balled your little fingers into a fist. Marco didn’t make you unfurl them, even though he liked seeing the near claws that tipped your hands. Nails, he thought as he belatedly remembered the term. Humans had nails that grew endlessly unless trimmed. He would have to groom you, he realized, including such things as your nails and hair. The very thought of you sitting docilely on his lap as he trimmed your excess keratin had him hard under his own clothes. 

Marco removed his hand and began using the knife to slice away your clothes. The knife wouldn’t interfere with the ionic bonds, he could slice right through like they didn’t exist. Marco made one long slit from your ankle all the way up to your shoulder and down one arm, then repeated the gesture on the other side. He turned off the knife and set it back down on the tray near him. Marco slipped his hands in between your textile suit and your skin, his fingers immediately groping your lower leg. Your gaze was trained on the opposing wall as Marco dipped his hands under the suit and felt your supple skin. Your skin was as smooth as a younglings and nearly hairless, as if made for a lover’s hands. He was going to free your foot from the suit but enjoyed his first feeling of wrapping a hand completely around your ankle. You were so much more fragile than he was, able to be completely overwhelmed by him at every turn. Marco’s head tilted as he felt something else under the textile suit so his fingers left your enticing leg to feel at the fabric.

“Hm? Oh, you are a clever little human,” Marco said with a chuckle, pulling on the fabric he spotted. Underneath your textile suit you had a suit of softer fabric that was shielding your skin from the abrasive textile suit. You had some kind of soft pants, a long sleeve shirt, and long socks. Almost none of your precious skin was being exposed to the wapolium, he realized, which was a rather smart move on your part. 

Marco skimmed his hands under your suits, pulling your tiny foot from the shoed endings. Humans were built differently, everything about you turned him on. Your entire leg was now exposed, your unharmed skin practically begging for his touch. You were wiggling your miniscule toes and oh heavens they had some kind of pigment on the nails. Marco had never seen anything so cute in his entire life. 

“Thatch, come look at this,” Marco cooed as he grabbed your entire foot with one hand. He put the talon of his primary finger into his mouth and bit it off. It would regrow within the day, he wasn’t worried. It was more important that he didn’t accidentally hurt your tiny digit. He reached out and touched the tiniest toe on your foot with the pad of his primary finger – to which you emitted a new sound. You tried to yank your foot away from him but the ionic bonds held tighter the more you struggled against them.

Oh, that sound.

Marco had heard that sound only once on a vid. It was a very old vid, maybe one of the first made featuring a human female. She had been interested in the mating with the male she was with rather than the forced couplings of later vids. In the vid, the male Bucaneer had said something quietly into her external ear and she laughed, low and sultry. She then wrapped her arms around the male’s neck, pulling him closer until she could press her lips against his own.  

Their mating had some extra element Marco couldn’t identify but desperately wanted to recreate. The female had not only participated in the mating but had instigated many of the sexual acts. For a while she had even been on top of the male, as if she was the dominant being in the relationship. The male had enjoyed the sight of the human on top of him, grabbing her hips and thrusting up into her, which made her moans even louder. It was Marco’s favorite vid that he’d ever found; he still watched it when the mood for self pleasure struck him. Marco wondered if your relationship would ever progress to that level as you again tried moving your foot out of his grasp.

“The rumors are true. Humans laugh when their skin is gently stroked,” Marco said, his mouth hanging open

“Look, wherever you touch her skin there are little bumps that spike,” Thatch commented, his face close to your lower leg. Blood rushed to your face again as you studiously avoided looking at them.

“Yes, it is a useless defense mechanism against the cold. See how her tiny hairs stand on end as if to puff herself up? It is highly amusing,” Marco said as more of your skin prickled while he ran his finger on the underside of your foot.

You laughed once more. Thatch palmed his cock through his pants, it seemed your noises were affecting him just as much as Marco. Marco continued to strip you of your suits slowly, savoring the noises you were now making under his touch.

“Can I help get her clothes off?” Thatch asked, his interest unwavering. Marco thought for a moment and ultimately decided to allow the small privilege. Marco would be the one touching you for the actual inspection, this was just a process leading to it. Thatch was the brother he was closest with, he wanted to share this special moment with him.

“You may,” Marco agreed easily. You whimpered and shifted on the table but didn’t make the laughing noise again. Marco repeated his gesture of stroking the underside of your foot and you made the glorious sound once more. He wanted Thatch to know and appreciate the gravity of what he was hearing.

“Humans produce this noise only when they are happy, it is quite a rare occurrence,” Marco said in wonderment. Were you already happy to be his? Were you happy to see he would take care of you? Or perhaps freed from the confines of your suit? Or perhaps the laughter was merely another useless defense mechanism, like your scant body hair standing on end. Regardless, Marco yearned to hear the noise, so he trailed his fingers up your leg to the side of your abdomen.

You laughed again.

Your POV

It was torture. 

That wasn’t an exaggeration, either. Marco and Thatch kept trailing their fingers ever so gently over your skin, removing pieces of your suit as slowly as they could. And it tickled every time their claws trailed over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. So you laughed, your body functions overriding your anxiety and anger. You had no choice. You laughed.

And laughed and laughed and laughed.

You laughed as tears streamed down your face, your laughter sounding more like wails to your own ears. You laughed as Thatch and Marco showed you no mercy, running their fingers over your sides and back time and time again. The bonds around your extremities stopped you from protecting yourself from the onslaught. Your body was being slowly revealed to them as their hands ceaselessly roved over you, but you couldn’t focus on your nakedness as you laughed hysterically. 

“ HAHAHAHAHA No! Please! HAHAHA Please! No! No! Stop! N-no hahaha,” you screamed, your words useless at stopping them from tickling you any further. Thatch was now removing the last of your clothing as he pulled your ruined sleeve off your arm. You hoped they would stop after you were completely naked – you couldn’t take much more before you pissed yourself. Thatch moved closer to your face, his thumb tracking through the tears on your cheek. He placed his thumb in his mouth and sucked, moaning softly.

“Are you sure she’s happy? She’s leaking fluid from her eyes,” Thatch mused. You were now naked, your suit and underclothes in scraps on the floor. Because you didn’t have your suit to regulate the temperature for you, your nipples puckered in the cold room. Thatch’s fingers twitched as he watched them stiffen but his hands remained on your forearm. You were acutely aware of your nudity as Marco trailed his fingers along the underside of your breast. You wished you could slap him away or run or do anything but have to sit and be subjected to their desires.

“Mmh. Humans do that as well. It is usually a sign of distress, though crying itself doesn’t cause her injury,” Marco said, standing up fully to examine your face. Even though you’d just been crying from maniacal laughter, your lower lip wobbled as your emotions now swung in the opposite direction. 

You’d been warned about this exact scenario so many times on Lafftale, how being captured would be the end of your life as you knew it. You were now bound naked beneath two large aliens, unable to extricate yourself in any way shape or form. They were going to mate you and keep mating you until you produced as many of their offspring as they wanted or until you died, whichever came first. Your mind raced with thoughts of how you’d be accidentally killed, or hit too hard, or die giving birth to some monster as Marco sat down on a hover stool. He read his data pad carefully, seemingly unconcerned with your distress. His forehead scrunched, his eyes flicking back to you with uncertainty. 

“The health monitor is concluding that she is scared, based on her heart rate and breathing patterns. It is unclear if the laughter caused it but for now let’s avoid touching her in that way,” he said, setting the data pad back down. At least they wouldn’t be tickling you anymore, not that anything else they’d be doing was much better.

Marco moved the stool until he sat between your open legs. He tapped the underside of your chair and your legs were parted even wider, making more space for his large frame between them. Your face heated and tears slowly tracked down your face. You’d never had anyone looking at you like this, much less treating you like a sentient pet as they did so. You felt Marco’s body heat between your legs and struggled to close them, even though you knew it was futile.

“Look at her lower arms,” Thatch said lightly. Marco's attention pivoted to your wrist, focusing on where the wapolium had rubbed your skin raw. The underclothes protected you but your shirt stopped before the end of the suit to keep it hidden. The textile suit constantly rubbed your wrists to blistering. You discreetly put cream on the burns sometimes to try and mitigate the abrasions, but it wasn’t that helpful. It was something you dealt with since there was no other way to avoid having anyone else see your skin couldn’t take the roughness of the material.

“Tch. These suits aren't meant for humans, she needs something that won't damage her. Maybe there is a leftover suit from a youngling on board she can use? It would also fit her size,” Marco wondered aloud. He tapped another note on the data pad before he wrapped his hands – three long fingers and hallux  – around your wrists. He was able to encircle your wrists with plenty of room to spare, his large hands completely encompassing your own. The only thought in your mind was how easily he’d be able to subdue you, how small you were in comparison.

The palm of his hand was pleasantly warm in the cold room. You weren’t sure why he was touching your bothered skin but you soon found out as a blue glow emitted from his palm. You held your breath, not wanting him to hurt you with sudden movement on your part. As he removed his hand, you saw that your injury was completely absent from both of your wrists. You hadn’t realized how much the constant nagging pain from the suit had been hurting you until it was gone. 

“I have healed your wounds. Though your dedication to preventing injury to your skin is admirable, it was not sufficient. You are delicate and weak, clearly not made for living unsupervised. I will take care of you from now on, you will not worry about such things any longer.” You wanted to yell again – it wasn’t your fault that your skin was more sensitive than theirs! Your skin didn’t mean anything about your ability to live independently. But like everything else, it would fall on deaf ears as Marco continued to patronize you.

Now settling back on his stool, Marco’s attention returned to your pussy. Your breath hitched as his hands roved up your legs to your core. His fingers weren’t making you laugh like before, they were stroking the outside of your lower lips, pinching the folds gently between two of his digits. It was a strange and new sensation and you didn’t want to like it.

But you did.

The way he was touching you was reverent and adoring, like you’d break if he held you any harder. His thumbs pried your lower lips apart as he leaned his head closer to you. He licked his lips, his thick teal tongue flicking out as he tapped your clit once. You squeaked, you hadn’t been expecting him to touch you there . Marco looked up at you before making that hideous face at you once more. It scared you the first time he made it, his face twisted into a countenance of aggression. He removed his hands from your cunt but kept one on your inner thigh. 

“I am going to remove your pubic hair so I can examine you more closely. It will not hurt,” Marco said, reaching for a can on a nearby table. 

“Aw, do you have to? It’s so cute! A little patch of hair only where her holes are, it's sweet,” Thatch said, now sitting on a nearby hover stool. 

“I need to see all the parts of her anatomy to ensure she is healthy and whole. It will grow back and we can keep it when it does. I agree, it's rather charming,” Marco decided. He used the nozzle of the can to spray some kind of foam into his hand. You tensed for the sensation but nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of Marco's long fingers gently rubbing the warm cream on your cunt. Marco knew what he was doing, and your body was enjoying the attention, even if your mind was railing against it. 

You’d had a few sexual experiences on Lafftale with other humans your age – hands fumbling under clothes when you could get a few moments of privacy – but nothing like this. It had been rushed and frantic, just seeing what felt good, not a recorded examination. Your anxiety had always been too high to get very far with the other humans, because of your fear of getting pregnant. You'd decided as a child that you never wanted to have the same fate as so many humans before you. So you had only dallied a few times, never getting very far.

But your hesitance was all for nothing as Marco's fingers trailed across your mound, making your lower stomach clench. Your excitement was building inside you, making you want more from him. Why did it have to feel good? This wasn’t something you wanted, but your body was reacting in a way that made you want to squirm under his fingers. 

Marco removed his hand after a moment, washing them at a fluid station attached to the wall. He grabbed a towel off the table and began wiping you gently, your pubic hair coming off in clumps. After a few moments he was satisfied with his work and threw the towels into an atomizer by his feet. He was staring at you – well, only at one part of you – and the attention was making you feel strange. His hands went back to resting on your inner thighs as he spent long moments just staring at your cunt.

Thatch scooted closer to get a better look at your pussy, your thighs still spread wide open for both of them to see. Marco moved the chair higher in the air to have his torso closer to your pussy, only his head visible to you now that he was sitting beneath you. You flushed furiously as his fingers gently pulled apart your lower lips, revealing your core to him. 

“Like a little flower,” Thatch whispered, looking over Marco’s shoulder. You willed yourself not to cry as your face burned from humiliation.

“You have to be somewhat careful with stimulating her. Her highest concentration of nerve endings is right here, in this small bundle,” Marco said, gently circling your clit. “The more you stimulate her here, the more slick she will produce from her breeding hole,” Marco explained, now rubbing your clit with a little more pressure. Your pussy was clenching around nothing as the pleasure rose unbidden within you.

“What about the other one?” Thatch asked, pointing lower to your back hole.

“That one can be penetrated but doesn’t produce its own lubricant. Humans need to be trained to offer that hole to their masters, and they don’t always find it pleasurable at first. It can also serve as a source of punishment if the human is too naughty,” Marco continued, giving you a pointed look. 

“I am not naughty! You kidnapped me and are…are…d-doing things to me!” you said, your voice breaking as Marco continued to rub at your clit. 

“Her clitoris is engorging and stiffening, she’s becoming aroused. See, her hole is gathering slick, preparing for her master to penetrate her,” Marco said, a pleased chirp coming through your translator. 

“DON’T YOU DARE-” your yell was cut off as Marco removed his fingers from your clit and spanked your pussy. You were more surprised than hurt, that was not something you’d been expecting. It stung a little, but nothing that would be painful in a moment or so.

“I do not know what you are saying, but your tone is disrespectful. I am aware this is a new experience for you, but you will speak to me as befits your Master. Otherwise you will be punished,” Marco said, looking up into your eyes. His mouth was set into a firm line and his tone left you no room to argue. You hadn’t forgotten his statement about your ass being used for punishment, so you exhaled a deep breath and kept your thoughts to yourself.

“Good little human,” Marco said, his face softening once more. “If you are a good girl, you will be rewarded. Bad girls get punished,” he stated, his finger coming to rub at your clit once more. Your lower back arched as he stroked you faster, the band in you tightening as he brought you more pleasure.

“I wonder how long it has been since she orgasmed. Humans need to orgasm at least once a day. Daily orgasm is critical for them to maintain a stable mood,” Marco said speculatively.

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” You cried, quieter this time but still yelling. Angry tears were forming on your lashes at the blatant misinformation. Marco raised an eyebrow at your outburst and you jolted as he slapped your pussy again, harder. Your legs tried to close to protect yourself from his hand but you were unable to move. You stifled a whimper as he set his palm against your cunt.

“This is your last warning. Do not speak to me or anyone else in that tone. I have been lenient with you thus far but do not doubt that I will correct your behavior. Yell again and you will receive your first punishment,” Marco said archly. 

“We could ask her when the last time she came was,” Thatch said, his eyes not departing from your now throbbing pussy. Why had you gotten wetter when Marco had spanked your pussy? None of this made sense, why was your body reacting like this? Marco removed his palm and began rubbing your clit once again.

“She may lie in order to avoid stimulation. It was a common problem with humans. They will deny their needs to their Masters in order to test boundaries. Her mood has shifted rapidly between yelling, laughing, crying, and being aroused in the last few moments alone. It assuredly has been longer than a day,” Marco said, his fingers spreading your lower lips apart. You tried squirming against his hold but like many times before, it did nothing to remove him from your body. Your face flushed as he examined you closely, running the pad of his finger up and down your already wet slit.

“I will stimulate her regardless. Her arousal will make it easier to take her measurements.”