Harvest: A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance

by Piper Stone

  The stern quality of his voice was oddly attractive, drawing me in. I was surprised at my body’s betrayal yet again, the way my nipples hardened from hearing the raspy tone of his voice alone.

  “Do you understand me, Felicity?” Voltar’s grip tightened.

  “Yes. I understand.”

  “Good.” He released me, running his fingers down my long hair. “You will call me either sir or master from now on.”

  I shuddered from his touch, craving more. My God, what was I thinking? He and the other beasts were going to take me, ravage me, and I was going to let them. Blinking away tears, I sniffed several times until I was able to get my emotions under control. “I will go with them, but would you come with me? Sir.” I knew the answer to the question. He wasn’t going to show me any compassion. He had to be strong and commanding, just like the Centurions were required to do.

  He shot a look at the alien called Kodroth and I knew they were speaking without words.

  “Very well. I will come with you.” Voltar studied the crowd, his eyes more golden than I’d seen before. He spoke to the guards, who had no reaction and he led me by the shoulder toward one of the buildings I’d seen these medical professionals go into. They were old men to me, no doubt hungering to prod and poke, making certain that I could conceive.

  “Why are you so afraid of me?” Voltar asked.

  “I’m not afraid of you. Sir. I’m terrified of myself.” The admittance slipped past my mouth with ease.

  “Why? I do not understand.”

  I had no idea how to answer him. “I don’t want to go with you to some planet where I’ll never see my baby sister or my parents again. You have no right to abduct me. None. I don’t care who your people are or what war they fought and won. I am my own person!” I shrank back immediately, expecting him to discipline me here on the spot. Instead, he sucked in his breath and remained quiet. “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “And you are disgusted with your desire,” he finally stated, the light in his eyes dimming.

  I opened my mouth, trying to find some biting retort, but the same glimpse of a hurting and haunted man stymied my words. I had to look away, fighting to keep my sanity intact. “I don’t understand our connection or why my body responds to you. It’s not right.”

  When he answered me, the velvety tone spread warmth and wetness straight to my quivering pussy. “I feel the same. You are meant to be mine.”

  The moment shared between us was spellbinding.

  Holding my breath, I opened the door without knocking, ready to get this over with. The small house looked nothing like what I remembered. The kitchen table was draped with some type of cloth, instruments placed on two sides, cold steel gleaming in the shadowed light. I was instantly frozen, gasping for air. I felt the warm touch of Voltar’s hand on my shoulder, the slight rush of electricity giving me at least a heightened level of courage.

  “You cannot stay,” one of the doctors stated, pointing toward the door.

  “I can and I will stay. This human belongs to me by the rights of the Feast as mandated by the High Council. Get on with this!” Voltar snapped.

  I noticed the looks between the two, the almost vile manner in which they sneered. Score one point for the beast of the day. I resisted laughing, trying to keep my mind occupied.

  “Very well, Captain,” the older doctor hissed, turning his attention toward me. “Undress, human. Remove everything.”

  “I...” Tears rushed to my eyes, sliding down both cheeks. I realized that they would see my blemish. What would happen? They’d know. They’d... Get it together. You’ll be okay. I took several deep breaths, trying to find some excuse if they asked me about the ugly welt on my leg.

  “You will be gentle with her.” Voltar’s voice boomed in the room.

  “Captain, I assure you that we know what we are doing, and this will be over in a matter of minutes. Now, if you’ll please stand to the side.” The second doctor handed me some form of covering then pointed to the other room. “Undress.” At least his words were said more gently.

  “Very well. I will be standing right here.” Voltar planted his feet.

  There was a strength in his voice, very protective and I grabbed the covering, heading just where they weren’t able to see me. I’m never felt so humiliated in my life and try as I may, the tears continued to fall. I slid the dress over my head, the last-minute suggestion made by my mother. What I’d learned is that the lovely emerald green velvet had been her wedding dress when she’d married my father. Of course, that was during a time where love prevailed, and hope was still in the hearts of humans.

  Now?

  I laughed bitterly as I folded the beautiful frock, my thoughts shifting to the red silk sheath my sister had gifted me. I wasn’t certain I even cared to wear such a lovely piece for these creatures for any reason. I shifted my panties past my hips, a chill instantly sweeping through me. The covering they’d provided was nothing more than a see-through robe with no buttons or ties, leaving the front completely open. Still, it was something that I could hang onto. I dragged it over my thigh as best I could, praying the doctors wouldn’t give a damn. I was just a mere human after all.

  My feet were heavy as I walked back into the room, darting a glance into Voltar’s eyes. He seemed to be studying me, able to see the curve of my breasts and no doubt the red pubic hair between my legs. I covered the front of my body with my arms, walking in a straight line toward the table.

  “On the surface and remain still. Do not talk. Do not interrupt,” one doctor said, barely looking in my direction. There were no pleasantries, no comforting words. This was just another human preparing to procreate in their world. I was incensed, filled with rage.

  Voltar’s grip on my arm was firm. There was no way I was getting out of this. Certain words, phrases flowed in the back of my mind. He was trying to communicate with me. Was his position as precarious as mine?

  I did as I was told, taking several deep breaths as I stared up at the ceiling. When shackles were placed around my ankles, lifting and pulling my legs apart, only then did I moan, my arm extending past the table.

  “Do not move,” came a sharp reply.

  I wanted nothing more than to be able to stick a knife in the fucker’s eye. Bastard. Bastard! How could anyone live this way?

  Voltar walked closer, defying the doctor’s order and taking my hand. I was surprised by his kind eyes, a moment of intimacy that I thought aliens couldn’t understand. “You will be all right, little one. There is nothing to fear. Anyone that would hurt you will die by my hand. I assure you of that.”

  I didn’t have the strength to tell him I’d already been hurt and that I would never be the same. The cold metal surrounding my ankles was nothing more than a keen reminder that I was truly a prisoner, a toy for creatures who wanted playthings—the perfect pet. I was mortified and closed my eyes, fighting my urge to struggle. At least the way my legs were positioned, the welt would be hidden. The biting edges of the metal gave me a series of shivers. The inner girl was screaming that I should fight.

  The girl holding Voltar’s hand remained uncertain.

  “This will not hurt as long as you do not move,” the second doctor said as he stood over me.

  I wanted to scream out, to insult him in various manners, but I held my tongue, squeezing Voltar’s hand as I felt a slight feeling of pure ice between my legs. I didn’t bother to look. In truth, I would have thrown up if I had. They were violating me, spreading me wide open, even though this was nothing more than checking my fertility. Couldn’t they simply do that with their normal tests? I slapped my other hand over my mouth to keep from crying out as the procedure continued. Within seconds, I was gulping for air again, so terrified that they’d find out I was a fraud. I wanted my parents to be happy, to live a good life. I wanted my sister to enjoy what time she had left before receiving the same punishment.

  Punishment.

  Oh, my god. This was just the beginning of excruciating discip
line. I continued to feel the sting of the previous whipping, the reddened marks dulling, but they still remained.

  Discipline you crave every night. Brutal punishment. Lash after heated lash coming down across your bruised bottom.

  My inner girl was now laughing at me, throwing my foibles in my face. I knew I was squeezing Voltar’s hand with vigor as I tried to thwart off the cackling voice, but it was no use. I only wanted love, not this. Terror paralyzed every muscle, my heart racing.

  A buzzing sound came from some unknown piece of equipment and I froze, my throat tightening. I had to go to a safe place, to my dreams and visions. They were the only thing that had kept me alive during all the horrors endured in the forest. The ugly man. The pain.

  Think and dream. Believe...

  I clenched my eyes closed, imagining being draped over Voltar’s lap, receiving a hard spanking from his hand. I could see his unyielding face, anger and disappointment crowding his markedly handsome features. The tingling settling into my stomach was heated, so energized. I was a very bad girl who needed a firm hand.

  I was naked, my arms and legs shackled, my ass already reddened. He peppered one after the other, relentless in his actions.

  And dozens of people stood by and watched, clapping in encouragement.

  I could feel his hard cock wiggling under me, longing to be set free and my nipples, so long and so hard. Even now, as I lay on this rigid surface, a wafting of cold air permeated the thin covering, forcing my nipples into hard peaks. A slight moan escaped my lips, but not from fear or pain. Anticipation. Longing.

  Voltar’s hand moved to my shoulder, caressing, his fingers brushing down my arm and coming dangerously close to my nipple. A single inhale and I gathered his all male scent and unbridled cravings. Reality and fantasy seemed to merge, if only for a few precious seconds, allowing me to float away.

  As I fell into a lull, the visions became stronger, his massive hand moving from one ass cheek to the other, hard and swift and over and over again. I whimpered in his hold yet knew that what he was giving me was needed. I only cried out when he switched to a strap of some kind, the merciless smacks coming one after the other. And still, I wiggled, wanting even more.

  “You’re a very bad girl, but you will soon learn. I will teach you.” His voice echoed in my ears. My pussy was so wet, clenching and longing for his thick cock dancing inside.

  “Relax, Felicity. Please, or this will take longer.”

  I vaguely heard the words of the doctor and tried to do as I was told. I felt something probing me, moving deep inside and I concentrated on the fact it was Voltar violating me, driving his thick shaft as deeply inside as was possible. I sucked in my breath and knew he was still spanking me, his fingers running down the crack of my ass, his thumb finding my dark hole. Yes, he was finger fucking me. That’s what I felt. So good. So tight.

  I took another deep breath and glanced over at him. His face was pensive, but his eyes were full of raging lust. And I wanted him. I craved every inch of his body as well as his firm hand.

  “That’s all we need. I see no conception issues, Captain Brezan.”

  “Unchain her immediately,” Voltar instructed.

  The shackles were removed from my legs in a reluctant manner, but it was Voltar who eased me into a sitting position, standing over me with an approving nod.

  “She will now need to be stretched,” the second doctor stated.

  Stretched? What in the hell were they talking about? I quivered to my toes, darting a glance at the bucket of instruments, finally able to see one large rubber butt plug. Oh, no. They were going to shove the damn thing into my ass in order to prepare me for their cocks. I shrank back, gulping air.

  “Please turn over and lift your gown.” The first doctor pointed to me again. The growl coming from deep within Voltar’s throat was disconcerting and I could only think about his thumb being stuck up my asshole.

  “Do as the doctor said, Felicity.”

  I gave him a nasty look before turning over and lifting the gown, exposing my still reddened cheeks.

  “Pull apart your ass cheeks for me.” The first doctor hovered over me.

  I whimpered then bit back the cry, reaching around so I could spread apart my bottom. I’d been humiliated in every manner. This was nothing. Nothing. The cold of the room for some reason almost made me gag.

  “Would you like to do the honors, Captain Brezan?” the second doctor asked, half chuckling after the question.

  I was mortified, my entire body tense.

  “Yes,” Voltar replied. I heard a few sounds before Voltar pressed his hand on the small of my back.

  “This will help you with your anal training, Felicity.” Voltar’s voice was a soft caress but lasted for only mere seconds.

  I felt a finger sliding into my orifice and everything was so cold. I gasped as a second finger was added, wiggling then pumping in and out. I could only imagine his fingers were covered in some kind of lubricant. I wanted to scream that this wasn’t allowed, but the violation was so intense, creating the kind of rapture I’d felt before. Within seconds, I was lulled into the combination of pain and pleasure, even splitting my legs apart. My nails dug into the skin of my palms as Voltar continued to plunge into me. I was lightheaded and just as wet as before.

  You’re a little slut.

  You deserve everything you get.

  I licked my lips, enjoying the shame and hungering for more.

  “That should be enough. You’ll need to change her plug after twenty-four hours. The larger the better, to stretch her anus muscles to accept several thick cocks.”

  I couldn’t believe the perfunctory attitude, but this was simply every day to them.

  “This may hurt at first,” Voltar cautioned.

  When the rubber mass was slipped inside my asshole and the anguish was unlike anything I’d ever felt, I moaned, wiggling as I tried to keep my ass cheeks pried open. I wanted him to have something stuck up his ass in order to understand. “Ouch!”

  He twisted and turned the plug several times, finally patting my ass.

  “God!” I yelped.

  “You did very well,” he whispered before turning me over, helping me off the table and onto my feet. His eyes continued to glisten with desire. “I will be waiting outside for you to dress.”

  “She will need to be collared as required. Captain, you will also need the accompanying implant, which we will take care of now. I will also find your triad members and provide them with the implant before you leave.”

  I’d come to expect the apparatus slapped around my neck, keeping me prisoner even in my own body. Once placed, I could easily be found no matter where I went. There were also methods of punishment, or so I’d been told. I would be forced to be a good little girl at all times. I hated that three men had such control over me, but there was no other option. Earning my release would never be tolerated.

  Voltar sneered before nodding. “Then so be it.”

  I opened my mouth to retort but caught the glaring eye of my new master. I stood with my arms in front of me, trying my best to cover my breasts. Even with the slight covering, I’d never felt so naked.

  Or so wanted.

  The plug was snug and with every movement, I could feel the hefty bulk. This would take some getting used to.

  I watched as one of the doctors lifted a case from the floor, sliding his hand across the locking mechanism. The lid sprang open, lifting so slowly that I cringed. I’d never seen a collared and owned girl before and had no idea what to expect. What he held in his hand was a simple inch-thick piece of metal, the silver color gleaming. I hadn’t realized I’d taken a full step away until my back hit Voltar’s chest.

  “This will not hurt, my pet,” he offered.

  “Unless she is disobedient or tries to flee.” The doctor seemed gleeful in his announcement. He walked around the table, holding the collar into the light. “Hundreds of volts of what you know as current can be issued with a thought in your mast
er’s mind.”

  I knew the words were being said to terrify me. I refused to give the asshole the satisfaction of seeing any change in my facial expressions.

  But my entire body was trembling and of course, Voltar knew this by his light touch alone.

  “Please step forward,” the doctor instructed.

  I took a giant step closer, utilizing every aspect of restraint I had not to spit into his face. I lifted my hair without being asked, biting back even the slightest sound. I would continue being angry, allowing the emotion to keep me in top form.

  The feel of the cold steel sent a rush of cold dancing down my spine to the back of my legs. When the collar was placed around my neck, I almost burst into tears. How could this be happening to any human? The simple click was almost deafening, driving straight into my heart.

  The doctor took a step back, a smile on his face as if admiring his work. “Come, Captain. This will only take a second.”

  I bit my lower lip as I allowed my hand to slide to the contraption, taking several deep breaths. While it wasn’t tight, I would always know the collar was in place.

  Voltar unfastened his sleeve, exposing his arm. “Get this over with.”

  “As you wish.” The doctor gave him a guarded look before pressing what appeared to be some sort of a syringe against his skin.

  Wincing, Voltar shook his head after the doctor took a step back, rubbing his arm. “Are we finished here?”

  “In order to use, you direct your energy to your pet. Take care in accessing your anger when doing so. There could be tissue harm or worse,” the second doctor stated as he began to place the various tools in a bag.

  “I am well aware of how to use the implement of torture,” Voltar snarked. “Now, I have business to attend to.”

  “Please wait for just one moment, Captain Brezan,” one of the doctors said.

  “What is the problem?” he asked through clenched teeth.

  “Ko delfa metega. Dolan tebretagarda.”