Chapter 7 - Samantha's Victory

Xala 'Sudami would soon know the fury of the marines. Samantha's body trembled with anger as she moved naked up the stairs to her bedroom, fists clenched tight and her breathing heavy and ragged. She had just broken free of the prison that the Sangheili had turned her basement into, and her wrists were still sore from the shackles she had shattered in order to escape. The soreness didn't matter. Her own naked state didn't matter. The fact that revolting Sangheili cum was still flavored on her tongue didn't matter. All that mattered for Samantha in that moment...was revenge.

She had always been the sort of soldier that showed kindness to the enemy. Even after all that had happened, even after the friends she had lost, Samantha had held true to the ideals of humanity. Mercy in victory. Understanding in the face of hardship. Friendship in peace. Those morals had never been tried and tested like they had since that day, and in the face of what had been done to her Samantha was fully willing to rightfully throw them all away. There was no mercy for Sangheili, wife stealing whores. There was no sympathy for foul, alien bitches that dared to do what she had done. There would be no moment of understanding, no trace of kindness. Only fury, justice, and retribution.

Samantha slowly opened the door to her bedroom, only to see her beloved wife once more being fucked by that Sangheili monster. Xala 'Sudami was fucking her from the edge of the bed; Chloe laying on her back with her legs dangling high in the air. The white stockings on Chloe's legs were immediately recognizable; the same ones that she had worn during their wedding. Cute. By Samantha's own estimation, Xala 'Sudami was simply digging the hole deeper and deeper. The smell of sex that filled the room was dense and heavy, but Samantha was long since past the point of being susceptible to it. Her fury had emboldened her to a point of combat readiness, and she was already remembering all of the finer points of training that she had learned. Lessons that she hadn't needed in some time were flooding back to her, lessons about engaging in Sangheili combat at close range.

Close range was...her own choice. She was a marine; she had plenty of arms stashed throughout the house, but Samantha had chosen to pick up none of them that day. She didn't want to shoot Xala 'Sudami from behind, as satisfying as it would be for Chloe to look up from her well-fucked position only to see Xala's head explode in a glorious mess. She didn't want to incinerate her or end her in a rain of plasma, such an end would be all too easy for such a monster. Instead, she wanted to put a stop to things with her own trembling, bare hands. Hands that had been forced to rub up and down a Sangheili cock. Hands that had been forced to scoop up that sticky white cum and openly feed it to her own wife. Hands that had broken their shackles, and now practically screamed and ached for vengeance.

Samantha moved forward silently; padding barefoot on the carpet and relying on her marine training as she moved. She was still and swift and exploited the fact that the Sangheili was distracted for the moment; distracted by the grip of Chloe's pussy on her massive gray member. In her own way Chloe was doing her part to keep the foul woman's gaze away from her wife, either willingly or totally against her knowledge, she was working to help save their marriage. When Samantha made it directly behind the alien woman she drew in a deep breath, and then her voice filled the air with a confident, smooth tone.

"...that's my whore, bitch."

Xala 'Sudami's head turned around in surprise, only to be struck full force with the heavy fist of an enraged marine. The Sangheili woman, once so firmly in control, felt the weight of that control being beaten out of her from the very first strike. As Samantha's fist stung the alien stumbled back; her cock flopping out of Chloe's pussy for what was certain to be the very last time. Her stumbling only led her into another punch from Samantha, and then another, and another still, the blows coming so fast and so hard that even the towering Sangheili was left helpless.

Despite her height advantage, despite even her strength advantage, Xala was helpless under the blows of the furious Samantha. Marines were stronger than normal humans and the Sangheili learned that lesson in harsh waves that day, her eyes snapping closed against the torrent and her mandibles aching nearly to the point of breaking. She could feel her powerful gray form slam against the wall, crash through the dresser of the married couple, and eventually slump to the floor. The blows continued amidst relative silence from her attacker, and desperate crying from the whore she was just recently fucking. Crying, that after the effects of her musk ended, soon became cheering.

And as the naked Samantha unleashed her fury on Xala 'Sudami, the alien's vision soon went dark. It was the last time she would know what the inside of Chloe and Samantha's bedroom looked like.

--

"Welcome to your new home." They were the first words offered to Xala when she regained consciousness, with a splitting headache and a sore jaw. The resilient nature of the Sangheili meant there wasn't any outward bruising or blemishes, but she was still feeling the rattling within her head. When Xala 'Sudami looked up from her position she immediately felt a sense of dread rock within her, and she realized in that moment that tables had turned between her relationship with humans. The words that flowed again came from a voice she didn't recognize, and they were spoken from a darkness beyond the edge of her vision. "Last time you'll ever hurt a human, you worthless piece of space trash."

Xala had a brief moment to get used to her surroundings, as well as her position. She had been forced onto her knees and her powerful arms were bound behind her back; held there in what felt like military grade cuffs made especially for Sangheili. Whoever was holding her prisoner wasn't fucking around; the slightest tightening of her shoulders made ache run through her entire arms, and she quickly realized that the cuffs were unbreakable from her own might. Another pair of cuffs connected her ankles to each other, and it left her more or less helpless. She was naked, and judging from the concrete underneath her knees it was safe to assume she was in some sort of holding cell or basement. With a snort of fury Xala 'Sudami looked up towards the darkness, scanning it only to see a slew of various silhouettes lurking near the edge, waiting, watching.

"Human cunts." She spat out, and forced a grin on her mandibled face that wasn't nearly enough to hide her unease. "Might as well just uncuff me now and start worshipping my cock, that's all your revolting kind are good for." That same cock was hanging between her legs now; far from stiff but still quite sizeable. Just a few hours ago it had been gripped by the finest human pussy she had ever known, and now she knew full well it was unlikely to ever know that warmth again. She was smart enough to know when she had been beaten, when she was liable to be executed. But she'd be damn sure to stay resilient and harsh to this human filth until the very end. It wasn't until Xala's notions of her future were suddenly shifted that she started to realize the full weight of what she was in store for, and it all came as a figure from the shadows slowly emerged.

It was another marine; dressed in a tight, white muscle shirt that clung to her body like a second skin. Tattoos ran up and down her arms with visible lines showing how many Sangheili she had killed, as well as badges of honor literally inked over her flesh. She wore a single dark strike of hair up the center of her head in a flat mohawk while the sides were shaven low, and a cigarette dangled from her cruel lips as she knelt. She brought herself forward, camo pants comfortably fitting around her as she did so, and one powerful hand moved out to grab without fear one of the Sangheili's mandibles.

"Ge….guh…" Typically Xala would've simply bit; locked her mouth in and tried to sever the human's hand. Her grip was intense; however, as fierce as iron as it suddenly locked in against her. The first glimmer of true worry entered Xala's face, her brow bending in and inwardly wondering just how bad it would hurt if this monster of a human decided to snap her mandibles off one by one. Instead of being resilient in that moment she simply drooled; her mouth hanging open since she couldn't properly close it. With that submissive look on her alien features the powerful human woman simply smirked, and tightened her grip on Xala's body.

"Cade Stein of Hollow Squad." The woman finally introduced herself, and drew a wide, wicked smile across her features. "You belong to me, now. You were a gift from a woman I served with. She figured that you were a perfect pet for the biggest, baddest dyke in the fucking corps. Welcome to your new home." She paused briefly before leaning in, and whispering in a tense tone. "...do you understand what I'm going to do to you?"

Xala wasn't even allowed to answer; Cade did it for her by pulling the mandible up and down, forcing her to nod.

"Good, good." The butch marine continued the game, smirking. "And are you looking forward to it?"

Again, Xala wasn't allowed to respond. Cade simply made her head shake back and forth in a negative.

"Yeah, I can't blame you. It's going to be rough." Cade shrugged, and rolled her cigarette from one side of her mouth to the other. "But if it's any consolation, I'm a professional." And with that her gaze turned direct to the alien, giving her a look that was easily as rough, cruel, and heartless as what Xala used to give Chloe. "...you won't be anywhere near the first Sangheili whore Hollow Squad has raped."

The laughter from the shadows told Xala 'Sudami that not only was Cade not alone that evening, that every woman there was fully on board with what was to come.

--

It was hours later...literally hours, and Xala 'Sudami had suffered. At the hands of Hollow Squad she had been put through trials and tribulations the likes of which she could only compare to that which she had put Chloe through, and that which she had desired to put Samantha into. Her greed at attempting to claim both of the two wives had taken her down a dark path and ultimately led to her ruination, and for the past few hours she had been suffering the sins of her failure at the hands of a woman that might have been even more sadistic than her.

Cade. Cade was a ruthless bitch if there ever was one, and she was flanked by six women that were of the same mindset and strength. When the group had emerged from the shadows Xala 'Sudami had seen all of them sporting strap ons around their naked waists, leaving Cade herself being the only one that wasn't wearing one. With but a flick of her wrist the leader of Hollow Squad sicced her soldiers on the naked Sangheili, and the woman that had once bent a beautiful redhead to her whims was now made into the fuckslut of the biggest, most militant gang of dykes in the service. She was pushed down hard with her face slammed against the ground, and a group of powerful marines held her flat while the first one moved to take her ass. It was a strap on that was designed for the size of a Sangheili, squeezing into her rear and stretching her as she howled around her mandibles. No sooner did the first marine start fucking her did Cade speak out with authority, standing on the sidelines as she gave instruction to her squad.

"Made sure to clamp that cock of hers!" She ordered, and stepped forward enough so that she could rest her boot squarely on the back of Xala's head. She leaned ahead and let the alien feel her weight, giving her a good idea of not only Cade's strength, but her authority. "If she cums while one of you is fucking her, I swear to your cunt mothers' graves that you'll be right on your knees next to her. This is punishment! Just like we did with Martinez when we caught her sellin' arms on the side!"

"Yes, sir!" One of the girls called out, before adding in a laugh. "Only difference here is we don't gotta give this bitch back to the admiralty board when we're done!"

Xala whimpered underneath Cade's heel as the girls all laughed, several of them loudly voicing their desire to keep her prisoner there in the basement for the future. As she heard their plans fall into place she felt another hard lock around her body; similar to the handcuffs but this time a solid metal lock at the base of her shaft. A militarized cockring if there ever was one, gripping her length and ensuring that she wouldn't find release easy...if at all. Her ass ached, she was forced into a moment of true submission for the first time in her life, and Xala 'Sudami was finally made to pay for all she had did. And sure enough, her punishment didn't end at the first bitch that fucked her.

The marine women worked in perfect harmony, fucking Xala's ass in a smooth line while they all took turns at teasing the rest of her. Some of them slapped her gray cock with their bare hands while others happily spit on her face, and others still gave her a few hard kicks to her resilient sides while she remained prone on her knees. As the marines themselves had openly stated Sangheili didn't bruise easily, so they could be as rough as they wanted without worrying about ruining her looks.

"Heh, that was never a concern." Cade had answered her girls with a smirk. "Ugly bitch like this? She's only good for fucking and abusing anyway. All right, bitches! Keep at it, but pay attention! Gonna lay the fuckin' ground rules out."

It was then that Xala 'Sudami was fucked by marine after marine while she heard her own future laid out for her. Her cock throbbed and ached against the restrain of the ring around the shaft while her ass was stretched and plunged, and she whimpered while Cade kept a boot on her head the entire time. She knew from the very start that this Hollow Squad wasn't a group that she could take advantage of like Chloe was; they were neither as trusting as Samantha nor anywhere near as easy to force herself on as the redhead. Their rules were smart, stern, and utterly impossible for the alien to get around.

There was a three woman minimum when it came to visiting the prisoner; no less. Until, as Cade had casually thrown out, they could have her "de-scented," it was simply too dangerous a risk to fuck the bitch without backup. In the case that any one woman ever started to be taken in by Sangheili musk that soldier was to be immediately incapacitated and taken back to their quarters to sleep it off. In the case that the Sangheili ever tried to openly defy them by willingly using her musk...she'd be beaten. Harshly.

One meal a day. And if she behaved? One orgasm a week. Xala whimpered the entire time she heard the rules, but that particular one stung deep and hard. Sure, she had exploited and abused and broken a wedded woman, but at least she had let Chloe cum! If anything, she had given Chloe the most profound and dynamic orgasms of her life! Cade was clearly more cruel than herself; though, and her rule on the matter was hard and fast. She had given a joke at one point that made the crowd laugh, but Xala found herself wondering if she was being serious or not.

"Maybe on any given day we'll let her pick; she either gets to eat or she gets to cum." Cade chuckled, and it left Xala's head spinning. For hours now her ass had been well used by strap ons wielded by the most proficient users in the human military, and her cock was throbbing against the binding. If she would've been given that choice right then and there, she would've picked cum without even a moment's hesitation.

More rules continued to flow from Cade's mouth, and more and more Xala was assured of the cruel ownership she was falling into. She wasn't to be showered unless she was first tased into unconsciousness. She wasn't to look at any of the marines in the eye unless the human herself forced it. And when she was told to eat a pussy, she was told in no uncertain terms that every time she tried to bite...a mandible would be removed. It would definitely be enough to keep the stubborn Xala 'Sudami in check, and Cade herself put her own cunt on the line to ensure that Xala understood as much.

Cade's pussy was pierced at the hood with a line of tattoos against her thighs, words in a vibrant lettering that said "Hollow Squad's" on one side and "Top Cunt" on the other. Xala was forced to press her mouth against that wet slit as Cade finally got into the action, and the alien whimpered as she fit her mandibles up and around the other woman's thighs, doing everything she could to avoid anything even resembling a bite. She let her tongue flicker back and forth, drawing in the flavor of her abuser, and fully realizing just how Chloe felt. Sangheili didn't have the ducts for tears, but if she did...she likely would've been bawling for hours.

Cade was a dominant witch if there ever was one, and she held firm on the alien's face as she rolled her hips forward and forced her taste to spear over Xala's mouth. While the Sangheili sucked the marine's pussy her ass was once more used; fucked and rutted and claimed by the other girls to a point of soreness and ache. The only thing that kept Xala in more tension was the clamp around the base of her shaft, the thing that made her orgasm impossible. She would've cum in waves and torrents if she was able to, and that knowledge and revelation frightened her more than anything.

Xala 'Sudami knew firsthand just how depraved a woman could be when she was fucked and broken. How she could sacrifice everything, give up who she was, desperate only to pursue the next thrilling climax that ran through her. And as she was fucked in her ass for the twenty-sixth time that evening, her mouth pressed hot and raw against Hollow Squad's Top Cunt, Xala could already feel that happening to her.

Cade didn't need a musk gland to make women her pet bitch. She just needed a pair of military grade handcuffs...and a request from an old friend.

Xala 'Sudami would live, even though perhaps she didn't deserve to. She would live as the raped and fucked pet of one of the cruelest, most dominating humans in the service. The gray skinned, thick-cocked slut trapped in a basement as the pleasure tool for its entirely lesbian squad. It was a fitting place for the Sangheili to end up after all that had happened, after all she had done, and after all the tears she had caused. She had begun her encounter with Samantha and Chloe several months ago by fucking what was a beautiful and innocent woman and ruining what was a pure and lovely marriage. A marriage that would've hurt nobody. A pair of gay women that adored each other, loved one another unconditionally, and utilized sex as an expression of their passion.

Now? Now Xala 'Sudami saw the other end of human lesbian lust. Cade Stein was no Samantha, and she was certainly no Chloe. She was a ruthless bitch without sympathy or mercy, an alpha female to the highest level that considered every hole underneath her one that she could use for her pleasure. No woman joined Hollow Squad without first undergoing a night getting fucked by its leader, and the women that fucked Xala into the night were the same ones that Cade had forged in her own image. There in the butch bullpen of Cade's basement Xala would remain, bound and shackled and clamped...and eventually broken.

Her soldiers knew her as Hollow Squad's Top Cunt.

Xala 'Sudami would know her only as Mistress.

--

It was several months later and on the other side of the world that Samantha looked down at her phone and smiled. It was another series of pictures sent from Cade about just what the status of their mutual friend was, and the pictures were just as satisfying as they had ever been. Xala 'Sudami; abused and broken to a point that she barely even knew her name anymore. The pictures on Samantha's phone showed an alien whore that had been bested and shattered by one of the marine's finest, and they showed images of everything from Xala being forced to suck her own cock to having three separate female marines fucking her ass at the exact same time. It was a proper punishment for a woman that was so wicked and cruel, and Samantha didn't feel a single trace of guilt as she looked at the pictures.

The marine sat on the side edge of her bed; naked as the sun was slowly coming up in the distant. There were a few shafts of light gently pouring into the room, and she knew soon enough that her wife would be awake. On the same bed Chloe slept with her back turned, holding the sheets against her own naked frame and dozing as peacefully as ever. Littered at the very foot of the bed, just like always, there were toys that didn't always have a place in the bedroom between them. Ass plugs, thick strap ons that were quite simply too big for Chloe's little hole, a ball gag, and heavy clamps designed to pinch a girl's nipples...the tools of domination and abuse, tools that Samantha had never really imagined that would come into her bedroom.

Idly the marine reached a hand out, picking up one of the ass plugs and letting the handle rest within her grip. In the weeks after Xala's defeat, a lot had changed between them. First and foremost had come the therapy; both physical and mental. A behavioral therapist to handle the trauma of what had happened and the damage it had caused their relationship, and a military scientist to treat both women with the proper attention after their close encounter with Sangheili musk. The whole incident had been handled by the military brass with equal parts discretion and open concern, and now that nearly six months had passed there was a much keener eye on domestic Sangheili living amongst humans. Apparently, Chloe hadn't been the only victim, and Samantha hadn't been the only woman to nearly lose her wife to a thick cocked gray skinned whore with a superiority complex.

There was no more military for Samantha; no more fighting. Her fists had taken weeks to heal after she literally broke them battering blows against Xala 'Sudami's face, and when they were repaired she had used them to sign her leave from service. After all she had done and all that had happened the two women had taken a prolonged vacation that led into a new life; their trip to a sunny beach area slowly transitioning them from tourists to residents. Months after their trial the two women headed to work every day together; side by side to run one of the beach city's quaintest little cafes. It was a life that was peaceful and joyful, even though it had come from a place of darkness.

A darkness that...still clung to them, only in the most private of terms. Once more Samantha's eyes trailed to the ass plug in her hand, and back towards the dozing Chloe. Just that previous night she had used it on her viciously, as well as all of their toys. Just like every night. When the lights went done Samantha made Chloe her desperate and depraved slut, and the nights of slow and gentle lovemaking between the two were gone. Their sex life wasn't the sweet thing it used to be, and Samantha wasn't the lover she used to be. In the past she'd spend hours tending to Chloe's needs, making her orgasm again and again with sweeping waves of joy. Now? Now she put on the biggest strap on she could manage, fucked Chloe until she was crying from the strain, and spit in her mouth when she misbehaved.

And...things had never been stronger between them. Samantha tossed the ass plug aside as she saw her lover stir, and she leaned in close to press a tender kiss against the edge of Chloe's brow. While the adorable redhead gave a little murmur Samantha merely chuckled, and combed her fingers down Chloe's spine as she whispered in a delicate voice.

"Good morning, love." She offered sweetly, simply. "We've got just enough time to shower together before we need to go to work."

"Mmm." Chloe just gave a little noise as she shifted in place, a sleepy, dreamy smile spreading over her lips. Her eyes half-opened from her vantage point and she cast a look towards Samantha; her naked, toned, and muscular marine that had saved her from a life of Sangheili submission. She smiled fondly, and thrilled at the idea of being in the shower with her lover so early. "...make me your whore while we shower?"

"Don't I always?" Samantha merely grinned, and threaded her fingers into Chloe's as she started to pull her up. The two married women padded barefoot from their bedroom to their shower, eager to start another day in the new bliss that had overswept them. If Xala 'Sudami had wanted to dominate the two women while at the same time driving them apart, then she had failed miserably. She had failed, and was currently suffering the effects of that failure at the end of Cade's obscene, lewd rage.

But if she had wanted to bring the two even closer together, then it was a resounding success. As the two young women pulled into the shower together there was soon the sound of desperate screaming and begging; of harsh orders and wicked slaps, of crass treatment and furious lust. Chloe was still a slut to someone...only nowadays, it was the woman that she married. She didn't crave the taste of Sangheili cum anymore, but she did crave the taste of Samantha's pussy. Or ass. Or even just the spit from her mouth.

Sometimes, Xala 'Sudami crossed Chloe's thoughts, but just as quickly the mental image of Samantha raining blows down against the alien's face filled her mind. Her wife had saved her, her wife had forgiven her, and now within the shower her wife dominated her with a fist driving in and out of her tight, wet fuckhole.

The wedding rings they wore never meant more, even when she felt one of them rub inside of her pussy from the slow twist of Samantha's authority.

The End.