Doomed rebel

      Accompanied by loud, frantically ear-piercing siren sounds, the corridors of the spaceship were filled with a fiery red glow of alarm. Lieutenant Lloyd ran across the ship against the movement of the soldiers with loud impacts on the metal surface of the floor.       — Comrade Admiral! — He shouted, going out to the observation deck. — Comrade Admiral, listen!       — Lieutenant, you have been given an order, please carry it out.       — You must stop this! The consequences will be unpredictable!       — I don’t owe anything to anyone, Morgan Lloyd. Begin your duties now, — Admiral Seaver motioned for Lloyd to leave the room.       — You don’t understand, the fate of the entire Intergalactic Confederation is at stake! Please cancel the attack order! — Lloyd held out until the last. His persistence received more attention from the admiral — he turned to face the lieutenant. Behind Seaver, through the thick glass covering, the ship’s fighters could be seen moving towards the spaceship passing by.       — Comrade Lieutenant, you are still too insignificant to understand the essence of the whole situation.       — It’s just that you can’t understand her!       — Enough! I’m tired of your antics. Security, escort your violent colleague to the punishment cell. Let him think about his behavior.       Admiral Seaver returned to his main occupation — observation. He saw a mortal battle between a dozen fighters of the best pilots of the Solar Fleet and a passenger ship of the Novis, the most advanced race in the universe. Their ship was not equipped with any military equipment; protection was carried out using a powerful dome made of a substance or antimatter unknown to current science. The attacking fighters broke down as they approached the protective field, after which it was decided to punch a hole in it or cut off power to the ship in order to get inside and capture someone else’s transport.       Novis are hunted by many civilizations, which, sometimes uniting with each other, pose a serious threat to the race. Novis technologies, to which the entire universe is still growing and growing, are one of the most profitable goods on the intergalactic market, and killing a representative of this race is considered a very noble and extremely difficult challenge for a person.

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      A sudden shock wave emanating from the Novis spacecraft threw back the fighters, thereby disorienting the people. The dome opened, followed by a signal asking for help from nearby space stations and ships. To the deepest misfortune for people, patrol drones responded to the message, roaming cold space and protecting important Novis facilities. The programmed drones easily overcame the barrier of fighters, heading towards the warship and penetrating its hull with laser systems.       The pilots tried to shoot down the sentry robots and drive them away from the ship, but they couldn’t even ram them. The drones mutilated the entire hull, damaging important wires and microcircuits, while the Novis passenger ship quietly sailed to the nearest planet. The technologies of this race are so advanced that they are capable of tearing into pieces the best warship from the “Solar” fleet. What about the fleet, the entire Confederacy!       — Admiral Seaver, your instructions? — the military asked frantically. — Admiral Seaver?       — Let the fighters return. They can’t do anything anymore.       — What about robots? They will continue to chew through our ship!       — Let’s try to break away from them. As soon as the pilots return, start the engine.

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      On the horizon, from behind the planet, an unidentified object with advanced technologies appeared, towards which a warship was rushing at full speed, breaking up into small fragments along the way. The military had no time to think about the friendliness of the object; their task was to break away from the guards of the Universe, otherwise they would not return home.       — Admiral! An unknown ship fired electromagnetic projectiles!       — Continue moving! Don’t attack! — Seaver answered menacingly to the panic of the crew.       The military closed the gap with an unidentified object and fired missiles. The guards, clinging to the hull of the ship, tore it apart, sucking energy from the arteries of the warship, but electromagnetic projectiles, attached to the small bodies of the robots, paralyzed them. The guards, along with the fragments of the hull, went into the vast icy space.       The warship slowed down, continuing to approach the unidentified object. Having established a sufficient distance for direct communication with a foreign vessel, people opened a channel for the exchange of information.       — You should be careful with the Novis, their technologies are capable of keeping the entire galaxy in fear, — the translator said with an accent, highlighting each vowel.       — They ran into us, and later disappeared on a neighboring planet, leaving behind a dozen mechanical demons, — Seaver answered with valor.       — We will send you a container with materials to repair important components of the ship so that you can fly to the nearest port.       — Come on, why such kindness? We cannot so easily accept your help without returning the favor.       — We don’t need anything, Admiral. Consider this a manifestation of the first relationship between our races.       — Please still present you with our gratitude. Tell me, what is the purpose of your journey? — said Seaver with an elongated smile all over his face.       — Our path lies to the black market, — the translator changed in tone. — We would like to acquire a subordinate to carry out all the work on the ship.       — We have good news for you! — Siver answered, raising his eyebrows. — You won’t have to fly and spend extra money, we will provide you with one of our prisoners — don’t worry, he’s well trained!       — Thank you generously, Admiral Seaver, people are favorites among our crew, — the last words made Seaver doubt, but the deal has already been concluded.       — Bring Lloyd to me! — the admiral shouted in a hoarse voice, addressing his soldiers.       A little later, a man shackled entered the meeting room. Having closed the connection with the aliens, Seaver approached the lieutenant, examining him with a deep, stern gaze.       — What, Lloyd? Showed off?       — You will pay for what you have done, Admiral. As is your entire fleet. You are too far from reality, you cannot overcome the Novis. You are only aggravating the situation, you want to bring it to an Interracial War…       — Shut up, smart ass. You no longer belong to the Intergalactic Confederation.       — How? Have you erased me from the database?       — You no longer exist, Morgan Lloyd. You died nobly fighting off the brutal Novis thugs.       — And what did you decide to do with my body? Kill? Dismember? Sprinkle my ashes in the endless deserts of space?       — No, just sell, — Admiral Seaver grinned.       — How to sell? You have no right! According to the Legislation of the Intergalactic Confederation…       — The legislation of the Intergalactic Confederation stands up to protect only its citizens. Moreover, didn’t you just list fates worse than slavery?       — It’s better to die than to be a stool for other people’s feet for the rest of your life…       — Well, that’s enough, Morgan, I sold you to your favorite aliens. Not the Novis, of course, but that’s enough for you, — Admiral Seaver turned away from the imprisoned man, — send him, guys, to the cargo ship of our friends.

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      — I don’t understand what you’re talking about! — Morgan Lloyd shouted in panic, as a trio of aliens approached. On someone else’s ship he was cornered. There is nowhere to run.       An alien race tried to persuade the former lieutenant, but one of the aliens held a syringe in its tentacles, which aggravates the situation. By the way, the aliens themselves looked very frightening to a naive person: their humanoid form reached two to three meters in height, instead of hands, God gave them tentacles, which, like the skin, are always covered with a slimy substance.       The three humanoids were approaching the man. Cornered, Morgan Lloyd rushed through one of the aliens, slipping under his feet, and ran towards the door. He ran at random along the high corridors, lighting up the silence with the impacts of his metal boots on the floor, eventually arriving at one of the large rooms, probably intended as a bedroom for the aliens.       The whole trio showed up in the same room, the door locked behind them — Lloyd was trapped. And again Morgan was surrounded, he tried to escape from the tentacles of one of the humanoids, but received a syringe in the knee. The temperature has risen.       The aliens carefully lifted the man and laid him on a large bed. Morgan felt intense heat, sweat flowed from the newly made slave in a stream. Eventually, Lloyd took off his body armor and the turtleneck underneath, exposing his muscular body to the alien race.       In Morgan Lloyd’s pants, his dignity tried to burst out with all his might, showing his readiness to his masters. One of the humanoids approached the man, hovered over his face, and later went down below, sniffing the human body, which exuded such sweet smells that drove him crazy.       A long, sinuous tongue, like another tentacle, began to wriggle over the man’s body, caressing his chest and nipples, swollen from overstimulation. Morgan arched his back, meeting the movements, but he wanted more. I wanted it lower.       The rest of the humanoids did not stand idle. One of them began to take off his uniform, while the second was already feeling the size of the man’s organ through the thick fabric of his military pants. He pulled off the offending item of clothing from Lloyd, just as he later dealt with the man’s underwear, the smell of which caressed the olfactory receptors of the third humanoid who was not involved.       The alien grabbed the swollen penis with his tentacle, gradually starting to masturbate it, then lowering and then raising the foreskin. Mucus from the alien’s tentacles completely covered the male organ and even oozed from it due to waterlogging.       The second tentacle did not remain idle; its goal was another tender spot of the man. She passed under the human testicles with the testicles, slipped a little further and reached a small ring of muscles. The tentacle’s mucus made it easy to enter Morgan, who instinctively spread his legs, causing fiery moans from the cool touches of the tentacle of his prostate.       The third one, who stood completely naked, approached the man’s face. A large, throbbing penis covered with a thick film of lubricant frightened a person, but the substance in Lloyd’s blood forced him to touch this monstrous organ as soon as possible. His free hands began to caress the alien’s voluminous testicles, smoothly transitioning to caresses of dignity itself.       The humanoid grabbed the subordinate’s hands, ordering him to keep them free on the bed. He moved closer to the man’s face and inserted his long penis completely into Lloyd’s throat, causing a sharp groan. The alien’s organ slowly moved in his warm throat, causing nauseating reflexes in the man, which he tried to suppress. Meanwhile, these same reflexes were suppressed by new pain from below — a second tentacle was inserted into his body.       The first humanoid, who so thoroughly worked his tongue over the entire toned body of his slave, left the other two to stretch the man while he dealt with the uniform. Morgan found it difficult to breathe, his oral opening was blocked by a huge alien penis, and his nose was located between the balls and the mucus-covered humanoid shaft.       Finally, the alien came out of his mouth, allowing him to breathe in air. The humanoid lay down on the bed, inviting Morgan to lie down on his chest, which, under the influence of enormous attraction, he obediently did. The alien’s body was so large that it was like an entire human bed.       The alien, wrapping his tentacles around the man’s body, slowly pushed him onto his monster, muffling the groans with the tentacles that penetrated his mouth. The second humanoid joined in, placing the head of his equally large penis against Lloyd’s anus. Slowly entering, pressing tightly against his friend’s penis, the alien began to move in the anus, simultaneously masturbating a small, compared to alien, human organ.       The man had tears of pain that he tried to hide. Finally, the third humanoid, who had taken off his clothes, positioned himself above Lloyd and the lower alien. Another monstrous cock entered Morgan Lloyd’s throat, and the alien’s face was caressed by the tender kisses of the underlying humanoid.       The man got used to the movements, beginning to experience pleasure. He greedily swallowed his master’s cock, moving his hips, pressing against the other two. The tentacles of his partners moved over the tender body, masturbated Morgan’s genitals, causing all kinds of sighs that were muffled by the huge penis in his mouth.       By the way, the penis in the mouth began to pulsate and contract unusually, preparing for the shot. The hot seed surged with enormous force from the alien urethra, hitting the throat and going inside. The humanoid came out of Morgan’s mouth, moving the weakened organ over his lips in order to remove the remaining sperm.       As soon as one of the aliens left the game, the second came out of the anus, leaving it to his fellow man, and began to masturbate his penis over Lloyd’s body. The same reaction occurred, the humanoid’s member periodically released a bluish seed, landing on the face and chest of its subordinate. Another one left the game.       The last alien and Lloyd were left alone. Morgan stroked his penis with one hand, and with the other he collected sperm from his body, sending it into his mouth. The substance in his blood demanded more seed.       The humanoid under him raised his hips and began to pound into his partner’s anus. His quick movements finally made the ring of muscles clench — the man and the alien came at the same time. The human seed, due to a strong tilt with a shot, landed on Lloyd’s face and the body of the alien, whose sperm, along with the genitals, was knocked out by contractions of the anus from the inside, forcing a huge amount of bluish substance to be poured onto the sheet.       The oversaturation of sexual intercourse and the satisfaction of the injected substance knocked Morgan into sleep. He, small and defenseless, lay on the body of a huge creature, who hugged him tightly, pressed him to himself and fell asleep along with Lloyd. This slave will probably be the happiest in the Universe, because he got a new family — aliens.