---Emiko’s perspective---

A pair of immensely strong hands grip my shoulders with a crushing force that borders on the painful as I feel a set of powerful hips thrusting against mine.

The one I’m tied on top of is so much taller than me that, despite our pelvises being level, my ankles are tied at the middle of her spread shins and my shoulders are pushing up her pillowy, sienna brown tits!

I feel Xon’s stifled moans reverberating through my chest as Thran brings her closer and closer to the edge.

I look up to admire the beauty of my fellow sub for this session, her eyes closed, her lips pursed against the ball in her mouth, her jet black locks bouncing in time with her body.

It doesn’t ground me in the moment like I’d hoped it would…

---Xon’s perspective---

I lie on one side of the absolutely gorgeous, musclebound Neanderthal woman who just fucked my brains out, a Japanese one on the other side.

She seemed a bit… distracted during the session… like her mind was somewhere else.

I reach over my girlfriend’s double K rack to stroke the tips of my fingers against our playpartner’s face.

Emiko starts a tiny bit at the touch and clearly makes a conscious effort to focus as she smiles back at me.

“You alright, babes?… You seem a bit zoned out tonight?” I observe.

“Yeah… I… I’ve just got some things on my mind… Sorry, girls… it’s not either of you at all… It was a lovely session and I’m sorry I wasn’t more present for it…”

I frown, sympathetically, and ask “Sounds rough… Would talking about it help?”

Her face twists in reticence as she answers “No… It’s… kind of… It’s kind of sensitive…”

I chuckle and answer “‘Sensitive’ like a year+ casual relationship that me and Thran have both managed to keep a lid on so far(?) If it’s something you really can’t tell us, fair enough, but if it’s just a secret, I’d like to think we’ve both proven our credentials at this point(!)”

“Uhm… I know not to volunteer things that I know and others shouldn’t.” supplies Thran.

Emiko sighs “You’re right… I should definitely know I can trust you to keep confidence at this point… But I need both of you to swear that, if I tell you this, it will never leave this room!”

“I promise.” says Thran, simply.

I narrow my eyes at Emiko and clarify “This isn’t like…? Lives aren’t at stake here, right?”

She chuckles and shakes her head “Nothing like that… It’s just, if you tell people and they tell people and, at some point, someone sells it to a tabloid and the whole galaxy learns about it, it would be really bad for mission integrity!”

“OK, so it’s like… hot goss then?” I smirk, cocking an eyebrow.

“That’s an apt way to describe it.” she puffs.

“Alright then. I promise nobody’s gonna hear about it from me… So, spill the tea, sis(!)”

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before saying “I… was propositioned last night.”

“Oooooh! Juicy!… Who?” I grin.

“Khr’kowan and Kurkhuw…” she jokes.

“*Hahahahahahahaha*… Very funny! Who really, though?” I answer.

In response, she just gives me a gloomy stare.

“Wait… For real?!… Nooooo. fucking. waaaaaaaaaaay!”

“How…? What… brought that about?” frowns Thran, her mossy green eyes narrowed and her olive coloured lips pursed in confusion.

“So… you know how I had to take Khr’kowan to the medical room because I’d accidentally got her drunk on a pot and a half of coffee?… Well, while her inhibitions were lowered, she and I were having a very frank conversation about sexual preferences… which doesn’t need to be repeated here. After Dawn discharged her, I took her back to her room (or, she took me, since it turns out she gets quite cuddly when inebriated(!)) and, rather than leaving her to discuss things with her husband on her own, as I had planned, I was taken inside, sat down and forced to explain to him everything I’d explained to her…”

“Alriiight… but… how did you get from explaining sex to that poor, naïve spooder couple to being invited to join in(!?)” I laugh “That’s quite a leap!”

She draws back her lips and exhales through her teeth, purple eyes pointed down and to her right, and answers “Yes, well… I just… I mentioned that I thought they were both very attractive and… they… shared a look!”

“Ah, the ‘My husband and I saw you from across the throne room and we really dig your vibe. Can we buy you a cup of coffee?’ look, I take it?”

Unimpressed, Emiko answers “Xon, please take this seriously…”

“Right… Sorry…” I say, dropping the flippancy “…So they find you attractive too then? That’s surprising… Aren’t their species, like, ultramonogamous and massively conservative when it comes to sex? I thought polyamory, xenophilia and homo/bisexuality weren’t even in their lexicon?”

“Yes, well, it seems there’s a bit of a rumspringa effect, what with them leaving their planet(!)… Looks like it’s made them more open to such things! Though, I don’t think that’s the whole story… Khr’kowan seems to be a repressed bisexual and I don’t think that’s a new development!”

“Well, fuck!… Just when you think you know a gal(!)” I observe.

“So… what did you say?” asks Thran, quietly.

“I… I told them I needed time to think about it and, thankfully, Khr’kowan let me go(!)… I’ve been ‘thinking about it’ ever since…”

“Right, so not a flat ‘No’ then?” I ask, surprised.

Her face goes pained as she says “Weeell… There are a dozen reasons I probably should refuse… Khr’kowan and I are friends and sleeping together could make things awkward, having her and Kurkhuw’s first time be a threesome is probably ill advised, if word got out to the wider galactic community it could paint a misleading picture of Vrakhandic promiscuity, if word got back to her own people it could shake confidence in her leadership, the fact that, with how strong she is and all of those hard and pointy bits on her, there’s a nonnegligible chance of me being actually seriously hurt… buuut…”

“But you still really want to though.” I surmise.

“Yes…” she admits, ashamed “…is that selfish?”

I grin “Tiny bit… but we won’t hold it against you(!)… Honestly, I think you accepting the offer would only be a little bit worse if it came to light than them making the offer, from the standpoints of your friendship with Khr’kowan, Vrakhandic reputation abroad and her reputation at home!”

“Yes… If her tongue wasn’t loosened by the caffeine, I think she would probably have died before she admitted to wanting to bring an alien woman into her bedroom… but I need to make this decision sober…”

“I…” starts Thran, uncertainly “…I don’t think she would be likely to hurt you… if she wasn’t drunk on coffee or sleep deprived… She’s a very capable fighter… knowing how to hurt people means knowing how not to hurt them as well… Just so long as she understands that you’re not covered in armour, I think it will be fine…”

Emiko smiles and says “Thanks girls… I feel a bit silly for asking but… you’d both be OK with it, right? I know we aren’t a triple or anything but… regardless, I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.”

“No problem, Emiko.” smiles Thran, with adorable sweetness.

“Juuust so long as you don’t end up infecting us with incurable spider-herpes or anything(!)” I quip.

She giggles in spite of herself and answers “Don’t think that will be an issue… Thanks, you two… I do feel a lot better now…”

---Emiko’s perspective---

I walk into the Vrakhand Dorm on Deck 1, christened ‘Vrakhandhor Whedh’… ‘sleeping place of the Vrakhand’.

Slightly more imaginative than the Twigg below us, who’ve chosen to name their Dorm ‘Twigg’(!)

Not quite as imaginative as Deck 5’s ‘Mundus Minimus Mortis’, Deck 4’s ‘Elysium’, Deck 3’s ‘Plus Ultra’ or Deck 2, who eventually settled on ‘Manu Propria’, though!

It’s after mealtime so, as I pass the Commonroom, I see it utterly deserted, everyone having retired to their own quarters.

I come up to the door of the last room on the corridor, my heart pounding in my chest!

I wave to alert its occupants to my presence…

Wordlessly, the door slides open, revealing a silent, black abyss.

I step forward onto the 20cm thick gel layer coating the floor of the unlit room and, the moment my ears pass the privacy field boundary, I hear stifled moaning coming from the far side of the room.

“He…Hello?” I call out as the door shuts and locks behind me.

“Well, well, well…” greets a bassy, sensuous, feminine voice “…if it isn’t another little morsel, come to volunteer herself for immurement(!)… Lights up…”

The room becomes dimly illuminated with mood lighting, revealing a gigantic, six eyed, nude woman, the bluish-blacks and glossy scarlets of her exoskeleton gleaming as they catch the light.

Beside her, above the space where a bed would be, in any other room, and in the space where a silk hammock usually hangs, dangles an adorable, fluffy spider boy, his legs and palps all individually frogtied, his arms lashed behind his back and held down with ropes passing across his fluffy chest, more ropes suspending him from the ceiling.

His jaw is bound shut in an absolutely pristine face sling, quite like the one that Stetter had but with a few differences: It’s secured not over the top of his cranium but, rather, around the bases of his horns, it has two lumps in it where it passes over his fangs and, unlike Stetter’s, it’s actually doing a good job of keeping him quiet!

From between his palps, extends an erect, fleshy appendage, having pushed aside two pieces of brown fuzz covered, mobile armour plating.

It’s colour is a rich purple from the combination of maroon skin pigmentation and the deep blue blood its flushed with.

The quiver inducing woman strides towards me, her eight feet not making sounds anywhere near as silly as they did in my room the other day.

I back away, nervously, but soon find my back against a smooth metal wall!

I quickly have a cage of spiked legs hemming me in to my left and right before a pair of stiletto points perform a kabedon either side of my head!

Her sex, less than a metre from my nose, perfumes the air with an interesting tang… quite unlike Terran arousal.

My breaths come fast and shallow as a blood red claw reaches to the bottom of my chin and forces me to look upwards into the cruel face of an Empress!

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“Well now… aren’t you a tasty looking morsel indeed(!)” she smirks down at me.

“Y-Your Majesty, I…” I start but quickly find a stout, armoured finger pressed into my lips.

“Ssssshshshshshshsssh!” she growls “Chatty morsels put me off my appetite(!)”

A hand closes around the lapels of my kimono and I’m hoisted more than a metre into the air!

She doesn’t cheat by using the wall behind me as a point of contact, she pulls me away from it and towards her!

She’s both strong enough to lift me one handed at arm’s length and bulky enough not to pitch forward from my weight dragging her centre of mass out of her sprawling base of support.

“Now…” she says, opening her fangs to allow easier access to her mouth “…let’s have a taste of you, morsel!”

---Kurkhuw’s perspective---

I watch from where I hang as my broodwife passionately kisses the fascinating alien woman, so small and fragile that she is powerless to resist!

All my life picturing myself being carried off from Nhirmor in a groom kidnapping, to be the plaything of some unscrupulous, dictatorial warlady, I never imagined a scenario quite like this one!

I never would have thought a vertebrate could be as attractive to me as the Terrans are (and this Terran specifically is!)

A warrior from the bloodiest war ever fought, who since has adopted, adapted and affected a far more masculine softness, sweetness and kindness but whose feminine fierceness still show through from time to time.

Much more surprising than finding myself attracted to Lady Miyazaki, was finding out that Khr’kowan was too!

Until the other day, when my broodwife came back to our room, thoroughly disinhibited, and made Miyazaki explain her [kink] to me, this would have been a notion I thought was destined to stay an idle fantasy!

What would my father say if he knew that his son was broodhusband to a [bisexual], [xenophilic] [sadist](!)

My thoughts are pulled from the reflexive guilt and shame I feel (from a lifetime of being told to keep such notions to myself if I ever wanted to find and keep a match) by seeing the future mother of my children starting to undress the pale little alien woman.

---Khr’kowan’s perspective---

Still kissing the smooth lips of the beautiful Terran, I slide my hands underneath the shoulders of her robe, supporting her with my pedipalps, wrapped beneath that protrusion of muscle her kind have where their nonexistent hindbody should join them.

I pull the garment all the way off her top, leaving her nude from the waste up, save for a black harness with two cups that support two bulges of flesh on the front of her chest.

Wrapping my arms over hers to support her from the top, I push the robe the remainder of the length of her body, where it drops to the floor.

Pulling her lips from mine (seeing that they’re quite scratched from the abrasion of my scutes as I do) I hold the woman at arms length, nude, bar the harness and a matching piece of black cloth protecting where her sex is.

“You seem to have lost most of your wrapping, morsel(!)” I smirk.

“Seems so, Your Majesty…” she answers, breathlessly.

Sneering, I say “Now what did I say about chattiness, morsel(?)”

“You… said… it puts you off your appetite, Your Majesty.” she smiles, crookedly.

“It seems as if I shall have to find some way to shut you up now, doesn’t it?”

“Certainly seems that way, Your Majesty.”

I smirk, then violently swing my upperbody forward.

---Emiko’s perspective---

I experience a brief moment of terror as I’m hurled downwards with enough force to crack my skull and shatter my ribcage.

My momentum is arrested centimetres from the floor by the impossibly strong woman who has me in her clutches.

The only damage done is some light bruising on my arms and legs from where they jostled just a little too hard against her iron hard armour!

She places me on the soft jelly of the ground and clamps me down with her stilettos, stepping over my arms, just below my shoulders.

My humerus is just narrow enough to completely fit between the prongs of her pedipalps, immobilising me.

A sharp, red claw reaches to the centre gore of my bra and slices cleanly through it.

The cups spring away from my breasts from the released tension.

A double incision severs the straps, freeing my upper body from its last piece of clothing.

Six eyes cast down my chest and stomach to settle on my lacey black underwear.

Two knife sharp feet approach my hips, the points scratching me ever so slightly as they work their way under the wings of my panties.

With the smooth, blunt, cool outsides of the deadly thanatite blades turning in, against the flesh of my outer thighs, the incomparably formidable woman works my last garment down my legs, exposing a soaking pussy!

Her feet having brought my panties over mine, they pass forward to dextrously transfer the lacey fabric to her right palp which she removes from my left arm.

Her right hand comes down to unhook my panties from the appendage.

She examines them, coolly.

“These would fit in your mouth, morsel?” she asks.

“They will, Your Majesty…” I pant in confirmation, nodding and feeling the way the gel I’m lying on catches my hair at the back of my skull.

“Good.” she says, removing her left palp from my right shoulder and commanding “Stand up!”

I push myself to seated before stumbling to my feet.

“Open your mouth.” is the next order she gives, which I instantly obey.

Her hands ball my panties up before pushing them into my mouth with a thumb, angled away from my cheek so as not to cut me,

“Now…” she says, flexing her hindbody to shorten the distance between her spinneret and her palps, reaching back for it “…let’s see about making sure you stay shut up, morsel(!)”

Her prongs extend forward again, drawing with them strands of ghostly looking thread.

Her four manipular appendages reaching to my head, she deftly wraps the raw silk around my lower face and neck, entirely encasing them.

“Try to speak, morsel.”

“Mmm kmnf…” comes my stifled response.

She gives a satisfied smirk before jabbing a finger to the floor.

“Kneel.”

I get back down onto my knees before my Empress.

She bends to begin lashing my ankles to my thighs, skilfully working the chaotic, sticky threads into neat bindings.

Once she’s done frog tying me, she stands back up and says “Stand, morsel.”

I try to stand, but the bonds stronger than steel (weight for weight) completely prevent it.

“Good… now…” the Empress smirks “…I think I’ll put you with the other little morsel over there for now!”

She seizes my wrists and lifts me up by them, turning me around to face away from her and then turning us both to face her husband.

As we approach, I notice that she’s perfectly aligned my pelvis with a certain fleshy, purple appendage which, now I’m assessing it, looks much too large for where it’s intended to go!

I struggle and cry out stifled objections but my captor heedlessly continues her inexorable march forwards.

I feel the sandpapery texture of her facial scutes against my temple as she extends her head over my shoulder and the prongs of her palps at my ankles as she lines me up with the dauntingly sized femboy Jorōgumo cock!

---Kurkhuw’s perspective---

“mmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHH!” screams the Terran woman as my broodwife forces her tight opening over my member, clearly a little too large for it.

Despite the fact that I can feel her insides stretching to accommodate me, they still hold me with a vicelike tightness!

I give an apologetic scrunch of my upper face to my fellow prisoner but she doesn’t seem to notice, still recovering from what Khr’kowan just subjected her too.

A pair of limp, slim, fleshy arms are wrapped around me by a pair of strong, thick, armoured ones, the wrists of the former quickly being bound to mine by the hands of the latter.

“There now!” growls the only one in the room with her mouth unobstructed as she begins working the bindings on the Terran’s legs into those at my pedipalps “Don’t the two of you make a pretty sight(!?)… The womanly man and the manly woman(!) Both mine to enjoy!”

I see her knotting her hands into the black hair at the back of Miyazaki’s skull before yanking her head backwards and forcing her two eye’s to look upwards into Khr’kowan’s six, looking down.

“That show you put on, at the embassy… I bet you thought you’d done a good job of scaring us, didn’t you, Terran(!)… I bet you thought you’d fooled us into thinking you were a real woman(!)… I can see you for what you are, now!… Without a 30,000,000:1 numerical advantage, without your superior technology, without your weapons and armours… what are you?…” she sneers “…A slutty, submissive little toy! Only worthy of satisfying my every whim!… Aren’t you, morsel?”

“Mms, Mmmm Mmfsffy.” mumbles Miyazaki through her gag.

“You deserve to be in the position you’re in, don’t you morsel!?”

“Mms, Mmmm Mmfsffy.” she confirms again.

“Now… my whim right now… is to see what these [buttocks] feel like when I strike them!”

---Khr’kowan’s perspective---

I withdraw my right hand, making sure to overextend my fingers to minimise the risk of cutting her flesh with my claws, then bring it forward to meet that mass of muscle between her bound legs.

It makes a pleasing *crack* sound and I see a ripple propagate through the skin.

She screams in a way that makes me reflexively want to stop the proceedings to check that she’s OK before I remember the [safeword] she equipped us with, precisely so she could let me know if that was necessary!

She may sound like she’s in genuine agony but she isn’t using it, so I guess she’s fine…

I pull my hand away from her soft, pale flesh and see a three fingered imprint that I’ve left, where the skin has turned red.

Something about leaving a mark like that in this woman’s flesh is wildly erotic to me!

I repeat the strike, again and again, until I’ve turned her entire [buttocks] red and reduced her screams to sobs.

“Ah, morsel…” I say, gently embracing her from behind and feeling the slight give of her flesh before my armour meets the greater resistance of her internal bones “…you’ve done well… You’ve pleased me… you Terrans make good sex toys(!)… Perhaps…” the words I’m about to say catch in my throat.

Even in pretence, they feel wrong!

Then again, she did specifically OK this kind of thing… did specifically say that things I say when [Domming] don’t necessarily need to reflect reality!

I decide to go for it “Perhaps when my kind have conquered the galaxy, we’ll keep yours around for that purpose(!)”

She moans in a way that seems to convey nothing specific.

“But first… I think I need to see how you perform in other aspects of your future role…” I say, taking hold of her torso.

---Emiko’s perspective---

Four fingers wrap around my midriff and two thumbs around the small of my back.

My tear filled eyes widen into the face of the boy with his cock inside me as I feel myself dragged upwards.

He’s so big that, instead of immediately sliding out of me, his shaft drags the walls of my pussy with it for some way before the tension overcomes the friction and his wife succeeds in getting him halfway out.

Then, she reverses course, pushing me back down his length and causing him to open my insides right back out.

In my wildest dreams, I never pictured a warrior queen spider using me as a masturbatory aid to her femboy husband until I met these two!

Though ‘womanly’ by Vrakhand standards, the face of the boy I’m being used to pleasure is still very cute and feminine by Terran standards too!

He’s exactly the kind of cutey I would have daydreamed about Domming in my youth (back when I still thought I was a Domme and exclusively heterosexual)… minus the whole thing about him being an alien arachnoid(!)

He moans and puffs through his silk gag as his wife subjects us both to this… challenging penetration!

I actually feel my old proclivities reawakening as I look at the face of this cutey…!

If these two want to invite me back, I might even ask if I can try Dommehood with Khr’kowan in future!

But that’s that and this is this!

Let’s not get distracted!

Right now is subspace… right now he and I are both playthings…

By the time his cock as warmed up to roughly my body temperature (having initially been barely above room temperature) I’m on the brink of an orgasm.

I scream as it arrives but the woman puppeteering me does not relent.

It seems she means to keep going until she’s brought him to orgasm, at least…

---Kurkhuw’s perspective---

My body convulses as I release a thick jet of seed into the woman being used to pleasure me, causing her to once again scream through her gag!

Waves of irrational humiliation wash over me at the realisation that, not only was the first woman I ever came inside not my broodwife, she wasn’t even my species.

The rational objection that it was Khr’kowan who used her to make me cum does little to mitigate my shame.

Of course, it’s absolutely impossible that Miyazaki would be able to conceive from what just happened and (irrationally) that does make me feel a little better…

“Hmmm…” observes my broodwife, smirking “…a fine toy you make, morsel(!) You did an admirable job of giving pleasure to this other little slut here…”

She begins releasing the bindings that hold me and Miyazaki together.

“…such a fine job that you’ve made me a little jealous(!)”

The Terran whines as she’s pulled off of me, my neon green ejaculate spilling from her sex, no longer plugged in place.

Khr’kowan takes the little alien over to a table and sets her down, angled towards me, pulling her arms behind her to bind the wrists to her ankles.

She then gathers her long hair, silver streak and all, into a tail at the back of her head and yanks it backwards, forcing her to look up at me.

A new strand of silk is produced and strung between the hair tail and gathering of her trussed carpals.

“Be a good girl and watch, alright morsel?” Khr’kowan scoffs at the woman she just made sure will be able to do nothing besides.

She approaches me and I see in her hand a membranous disk, carefully held to avoid puncturing it with her claws.

She extends it to my partially deflated sex and begins pushing it over.

The sensation of having a [condom] rolled onto me in my refraction is not particularly pleasant… but is stimulating enough to cause the retreating blood to rally a return(!)

Having strategically hung me at just the height where my sex is level with hers, no adjustments are necessary before she’s able to wrap her palps around the crook of my body and pull my face against the thick armour of her chest as she slides me inside her.

Contentedly, she observes “Oh… Weaver! Yes… this is what men are for!”

---Emiko’s perspective---

I lie in an enormous silk hammock, sandwiched between my lovers for the evening.

Beneath me is Khr’kowan’s (not particularly comfortable) armoured chest, her thick arms wrapped around my shoulders.

On top of me (and offset so that most of his weight is transferred through her abdomen) is her fluffy femboy husband.

“So…” I smile “…that was absolutely phenomenal for me!… How was it for you two? Any regrets?”

“No regrets at all. It was like a dream come true…” answers Khr’kowan from just over my head.

“Agreed…” sighs her husband from between my shoulderblades before adding “…and I like this [aftercare] too!”

“Are we up for a repeat some time?” I ask, hopefully.

Khr’kowan’s chest bounces beneath me as she chuckles “If your other lovers can spare you, I’d like that!”

“Agreed.” appends Kurkhuw.

“Nice…” I beam “…I’m glad! I really enjoyed this… though… I hope you guys won’t be offended if I don’t sleep here… This is tender and all but much less comfortable than a mattress! Plus, it might raise a few awkward questions with your retinue if we have breakfast together tomorrow(!)”

“Yes… I don’t think my people would be quite ready to accept this, if they knew(!)… Hopefully attitudes will change in time… for us as they did with your people…” answers Khr’kowan.

“Mmm… I hope so too.” I smile.

We lie in silence for a little while.

Then, I ask “Out of curiosity, what’s on the menu for you guys tomorrow morning?”

“Ah… it’s my turn to cook on the rota…” answers Kurkhuw, referring to the ‘men’s work’ rota which includes all the cooking and cleaning and none of the names of any of the five women in the Dorm “…I’m cooking [phasmid giraffe] steak from the [machines]…”

I chuckle “Bit heavy for a breakfast, in my view, but I don’t know what I was expecting for a species of obligate carnivores(!) The carbs would probably make you guys ill if you had what I’m going to have(!)”

“What’s that?” Khr’kowan asks, idly.

“A biiiiig old stack of pancakes!” I answer.