by Sara Fields
Zaavyr held his hands around my waist but allowed them to drift up to cup my breasts. I groaned, and my head fell to the side, drool dripping from the side of my cheek. He took the clamps in his fingers and in one quick motion, removed them from my body.
I screamed. I saw stars. Pain lanced through my body, intermingling with a third orgasm more powerful than all the rest. The mixture of hurt and pleasure raced through my limbs, a confusing concoction that left me reeling and my breasts throbbing.
Zaavyr and Jax trembled slightly, groaning at the same time as I lost myself in my release. I felt their cum paint me from within, hard strokes bursting inside and making my body climb high and higher into the world of pleasure.
“Good girl,” Zaavyr’s voice sounded in my head, louder than ever.
“Thank you, Masters,” I replied. He stared into my eyes. I knew he had heard my thoughts. I wasn’t looking at Jax, but I knew he had heard too. Aedan and Coltan stood off to the side and stared at me too.
Coltan smiled gently in my direction.
Jax pulled free of my ass then and I whined a little in disappointment. I heard his zipper and knew he put his cock away. I would have pouted if I dared. Zaavyr lifted me up straight off his still iron-hard shaft, almost as if I weighed nothing at all and placed me back on the floor. Coltan walked toward us and removed the ball gag from my mouth, allowing me to stretch my jaw once again. I didn’t move to wipe the drool from my face though. I hadn’t been given permission.
“Turn around, Kira. Bend over and show our guest what it means to be punished and owned by four Vakarrans,” Aedan ordered, and I blushed. Not wanting to fail though, I quickly bent over and touched my toes, showing Raythe and Nadia my most private of places. I could feel my men’s cum dripping down my legs, leaking from both my pussy and my asshole.
On display. Used.
I felt ashamed for my wild behavior, the lust and pleasure I had found shared between two men, while someone I knew watched.
I didn’t dare move. Not now. Not after all I’d been through.
I had to win. I had to be allowed out.
The room was silent for a long time. I knew they were evaluating me, looking for weakness, for signs of my rebellion, but I gave them nothing. I would be a good little submissive human, ready to lie on my back, spread my legs and breed as expected, for now.
My time to escape would come.
I took a deep breath, licking my lips and stretching my jaw a little. My body felt used and sore, but I had to admit, I liked it. Pleasured in all the right ways. Hiding my face in the crook of my arm, I grinned just a little bit.
“I would consider her well-trained,” Raythe said softly, as I stood there, cum dripping down my thighs.
Damn right, I thought.
“It would appear as though she is,” Jax agreed, but I sensed his wariness still.
“Put it to a vote, men?” Zaavyr said.
“My vote is a yes. She needs to go out into the general population sometime. She can’t stay holed up here forever,” Coltan replied.
“I agree,” Aedan said simply.
“I’ll concur, as long as she isn’t left alone. One of us has to be by her side at all times,” Jax said thoughtfully.
“Stand up, Kira,” Coltan said, offering me a hand.
“You did well,” Jax echoed in my head.
I looked down at the floor, remembering myself as I leaned against Coltan. He wound his arms around my shoulders and I sighed gently.
I grinned.
Victory.
* * *
Later that day, I was allowed to bathe. Raythe and Nadia had left not long after, which disappointed me. I hadn’t been able to say a word to her. I wondered if she was okay, if Raythe was a kind master. I sighed, wondering if I’d get to see her again.
My men fawned over me and I allowed myself to enjoy it. I could almost feel their anxiety coming off their skin and I pondered why. That night, before dinner, they adorned me with jewelry.
Sparkling chains attached to nipple clamps that bit into my skin. One clamp attached to my navel and another bit down on my clit. The collar around my throat was replaced with a thick silver band, designating me as theirs.
The whole spectacle made me feel a little uncomfortable, but pretty nonetheless, but naked, always naked. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have clothing embracing my skin.
Before we left the apartment, Coltan gripped my chin in his hands and stared into my eyes. His lips never moved but his words were loud all the same.
“If you need to speak to us, use our link. Do not, under any circumstances, speak out loud, unless we have asked you something specifically.”
I nodded. I understood.
When the door slid open, I took my place between them and dutifully followed, my wrists interlaced behind my back and my eyes on the floor. I knew Zaavyr had a leash in his pocket, but he had chosen not to use it then, which I was silently grateful for.
I memorized our path as we walked down steel-encased hallways, very military in nature. The walls were stark and undecorated, the only thing distinguishing one panel from the next being a series of bolts around the edges.
We took a right and then a left, followed by another right to an elevator. It was large, and looked rather industrial, but moved faster than any I’d ever been in before, descending at least forty floors in a fraction of a second. Strangely enough, I didn’t feel a thing. Weren’t there supposed to be G forces or something?
I shook my head, refocusing instead on the journey at hand. We entered what appeared to be a massive cafeteria of sorts, one that vaguely reminded me of mall food courts of long ago. A ring of various restaurants circled around us and my eyes searched, wondering what kind of food they would have here.
Vakarrans milled around us, as well as other alien species that looked humanoid in nature. There were human females too. It was obvious who was in power though. Only the Vakarrans were clothed. Everyone that served them, human females or aliens that looked kind of like us, were entirely naked.
Just like me.
Many of them were collared, their shoulders hunched, their expressions blank. One thing was very clear though, they knew their place.
My jawline tensed a bit at seeing this before I remembered to drop my eyes.
I could feel my captors’ eyes on me, evaluating me for any sign of rebellion. I was careful though. I didn’t give them one.
My stomach growled. I hoped I would be allowed to eat.
Aedan went off and retrieved several boxes before the five of us sat down at a round table. I was allowed to kneel on a padded stool, not in a chair like the rest of them.
One box was placed in front of me and Coltan leaned toward me.
“Put your hands on either side of the box. Think of the food you most crave in the world and when you open it, it’ll be inside,” he advised.
I smiled in anticipation. Now that was exciting.
I did as he said and placed my palms on the silver sensors to either side. I felt it grow warm underneath my skin and the box began to glow for a long moment. When it faded, I couldn’t help myself as I rushed to open it.
Inside were several slices of cheesy pepperoni pizza and off to the side, a dark chocolate candy bar. Just seeing and smelling the food made me salivate.
“Can I eat by myself?” I ventured, having difficulty waiting to dig in.
Coltan lifted the slice of pizza and brought it to my mouth.
“What is this? Earth food?” he asked.
“Pizza, Master,” I answered, right before I took a big bite.
The cheesy tomato goodness exploded over my tongue and I moaned softly as I chewed. The pepperoni was spicy, and everything was seasoned perfectly, just like I remembered from over a decade ago. It tasted just like the pizza place did around the corner from my childhood home. I couldn’t get enough and took another bite.
I didn’t even take the time to notice what everyone else ate.
By the
time dinner was over, I was stuffed. I took the candy bar and hesitantly passed it to Coltan.
“May I save this for later, Master?” I asked, and he nodded, taking it and putting it in his pocket. I grinned, but quickly dropped my gaze at noticing some other Vakarrans pointing in my direction.
The great big dining hall would quiet for a minute and then the whispers would begin again. I began to feel uneasy. I could feel more fingers pointing at me, heard my name several times and then the sound of several loud footsteps walking into the room made everyone go silent. I was getting a bad feeling about what was going to happen next.
“Kira Stryke. I’m so pleased to finally meet your acquaintance,” a loud male voice echoed into the ensuing silence.
Shit.
“First battalion, I congratulate you on conquering public enemy number one. I’ll have to reward the four of you for finally capturing the human who killed our brethren, my own close personal friends. I hope you’ve taught the traitor a lesson or two in obedience in the time you’ve had her,” he continued.
Double shit.
I bit my lip and kept my eyes glued to the floor. I stayed next to Coltan and my men, noticing that all of them had tensed up as well. Whoever this man was, they didn’t like him either.
“Who is that,” I ventured timidly, using the link only the five of us shared.
“Strohass,” Aedan answered angrily.
The four of them stood and took a small bow as a large Vakarran male walked up to them. I followed suit, only I dropped to the floor on my knees and placed my forehead on the floor, just like my men had taught me. My heart was pounding in my chest, the sound echoing in my ears.
“Stand up. I want to see the rebel up close,” Strohass said.
I moved quickly to obey. I pushed myself back up to my feet and crossed my arms behind my back. Strohass reached out and grabbed my chin and I forced myself not to recoil away from his touch. He made me look at him. Bastard.
His touch wasn’t gentle, his pointed fingernails pricking into my skin, but I guessed that he was doing that on purpose.
He looked like he wanted to make a meal of me, and not in a good way. The more we locked eyes, the surer I became that he wanted me dead. I shivered inside. This was the type of Vakarran I’d heard so many terrible rumors about over the years. This man scared me.
Alarm bells tolled in my head. I had to get away from him.
His eyes perused up and down my body. It made me feel dirty. Unclean. Shivering with disgust, I did my best to stay still.
“She’s fucking gorgeous. What I wouldn’t give to fuck her tight little cunt and punish her for every single thing she’s done wrong in her life,” he grinned wickedly.
He glared at me and I dropped my eyes, feeling his malice practically drip from his skin. He wanted to hurt me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted me dead.
“For a human, she’s better than I’ve ever had,” Zaavyr responded hesitantly, his body tensing as he stepped toward Strohass.
My four captors moved around me, potentially sensing that this situation could turn dangerous for me at any moment.
“Did you fucking like it when you killed them? When you tore your knife through my comrade’s throat like it was a stick of butter? Huh?” Strohass growled.
My tongue felt like cotton in my throat, but my answer rose to my lips unbidden. My anger surged, and I couldn’t stop myself from fighting back. It wasn’t in my nature. Deep inside, I would always and forever be a rebel. I was a leader. I didn’t bow to scum like Strohass.
“Yes,” I whispered courageously.
Everyone around me froze. I lifted my chin in defiance. I wouldn’t be bullied by the likes of Strohass. My four men would punish me, and I would take whatever they gave me. I knew the laws because my Vakarran captors had trained me. This man couldn’t touch me. Only my masters could. I was their property. Only theirs and despite my deep-seated hatred of the Vakarran race, I trusted them not to hurt me.
Strohass’ purple skin darkened and turned the color of rancid wine. I could practically see his black blood pulsating in his veins.
“I can see she is too much for you men to handle, first battalion. I’ll have to train her myself and break her of her wild ways. I invoke chapter two, bylaw one hundred and two. This human female is now mine. I claim her as my own and I will sentence her and punish her for her terrible behavior. I will carry out her sentence tomorrow. See to it that she is delivered to my chambers tomorrow by noon. You can rest easy tomorrow night, first battalion. No longer is Kira Stryke your problem,” Strohass roared and I shook on the floor in front of him.
What the fuck did that mean?
His arm swung out of the corner of my vision and the back of his hand slammed into my cheek. The slap was so unexpectedly hard that the power of it threw me to the floor. My palms slapped against the metal floor and I cried out in pain. I touched my cheek slowly, the pain radiating across my face.
That was going to leave a mark.
My vision blurred and faded to black around the edges. I closed my eyes then and knew no more.
Chapter Eleven
Jax
“Commander Strohass, please,” I breathed, unable to process the words he had just said.
“Jax, stand down,” Zaavyr muttered, placing his hand on my chest. He was glaring in Aedan’s direction, daring him to disobey him. Neither of us did though. We choose to follow him. We had no choice to follow Strohass though.
“Fucking asshole. Can he do that?” Aedan roared in my head.
“Unfortunately,” I growled in return.
“Calm down, men,” Zaavyr warned.
Strohass grinned in our direction and I wanted to throw up on him. His teeth were crooked and yellow, and everything about him sickened me. I hated him. He met my gaze, and, in that moment, I knew he hated us too.
“I want her clean. Wash her clean of any of you. None of this fucking jewelry either. I want her completely naked, on her knees, delivered right to my door,” Strohass commanded.
My blood ran cold as he held my gaze, grinning.
I knew what would happen if we gave her to him.
He’d scar every single inch of her skin. Beat her until she bled. Rape her again and again. He’d kill her, and he’d enjoy every moment of her suffering.
“She’ll be waiting for you tomorrow, sir,” Coltan responded, his voice steady.
“Hold, men,” Zaavyr commanded once more.
Strohass smirked before he turned away and walked out of the dining hall.
It took everything in my power not to run after him and slice his throat myself.
It was the most tempting thought I’d ever had in my life.
As soon as he left the room, the four of us knelt down to check on Kira. Her vitals seemed alright, so I gripped her by the waist and gently threw her over my shoulder.
She didn’t open her eyes, nor did she speak or anything. She was unresponsive. The dickhead had probably knocked her out cold.
We rushed back to our chambers, leaving the rest of our dinners uneaten. Food wasn’t important right now, Kira was. When we got there, I put her down carefully on the first soft thing I saw, the couch in our sitting room.
I pressed a finger to her neck and was grateful to find that she still had a pulse. Turning her head, I cringed at seeing her pale cheek marred by a deep red color. It was going to bruise within hours. It would take days to fully heal.
Coltan got a glass of water and Aedan retrieved a pillow and blanket. Zaavyr stood by and observed closely, and I waited with him.
Now that we were safe from prying eyes in our chamber, I could think and not just react with anger. I sat down on the floor and pressed my palms to either side of my skull.
My skin flashed red with anger.
Think, Jax. Think.
What could we do now?
Fuck. That couldn’t have gone any worse than it did. I’d known she wasn’t ready. I could see it in her when we had tested her, the ur
ge to run and fight hidden behind her manifested submission. She was a rebel, through and through.
She’d done so well. I thought she had deserved a reward. How could we have been so stupid?
And Strohass. He hadn’t been supposed to touch her. Shouldn’t have been allowed to. She was our woman, ours to touch, to punish, to pleasure, and to give pain if necessary. He shouldn’t have grabbed her chin and he most certainly wasn’t allowed to slap her.
But none of us could do anything. He was our superior, the one who had surrounded himself with his friends and allies, given them political and military power. Even though we’d earned our ranking as first battalion through blood and sweat, if he wanted to, he could just as easily take it away. Fucking bastard.
The law he’d talked about was a dead law. I hadn’t even heard it mentioned since ancient times. No Vakarrans used it. In fact, those in history that had were frowned upon and looked at with scorn.
Those men weren’t worthy of our respect and neither was Strohass. Bastard deserved to have his balls cut off and served to him on a fucking silver platter. I was usually calm, but my anger was boiling to the surface as I thought about Strohass walking away from us, cocky and sure of himself. I’d seen him stare at her. I’d seen his lust when he stared at her breasts and her clamped nipples, her bare legs, and her shaved pussy.
Fuck that.
Kira was our woman. Her body belonged to us. I wouldn’t stand for it.
Something had to be done. There was no way in hell the four of us would allow Strohass to claim our woman.
Kira was still out cold. It was time to come up with a plan.
“Men. It’s time to do something about Strohass,” I growled.
“Agreed,” all three said at once.
A semblance of a plan was beginning to grow in my mind. We knew our Kira and Strohass didn’t. I’d take advantage of that.
