by Aubrey Cara
I glance down at a little black capsule no bigger than a thimble clamped onto my nipple. Every few seconds it’s like a spark of electric current zaps through, painfully awakening every nerve ending in my body. He attaches the other nub to my left nipple.
I whimper again, not even trying to hold back my reaction. My breasts swell and throb.
A flush spreads through my belly and shoots down to my clit. Horrifyingly, wet heat leaks out of me.
“Please, no,” I whimper. “Let me go.” I fight, yanking my arms and trying to kick my legs with no use.
“You will be still,” he commands. He whips out the slapper thingy, striking with lightning speed, this time twice as hard.
Stars dance before my eyes. Every muscle in my body freezes in shock, my cheek throbbing once again.
Satisfied with my obedience, he stands back and cocks his head. “Interesting,” he says like he can tell what’s happening to my body. “Place her back in position.”
My cuffs, while still attached, are disengaged.
I try to break free from their hold. I’m not sure where I’d go. It’s clear now I must be on a spaceship of some kind. It doesn’t matter. They efficiently place me in the vulnerable exposed position once again. I cry out as my over-sensitized breasts are smashed down under my own weight.
Glancing over my shoulder I see the bastard is putting on rubber like gloves and being handed something I don’t recognize at first. Then I realize it’s a speculum. My stomach drops.
Standing at my hip he places a large hand at the small of my back. Making a sshhing sound like I’m a farm animal he doesn’t want to startle, he breaches my vaginal entrance with the cold clamp. The sensations from the nodes on my nipples have made me humiliatingly wet and ease his way.
When it’s seated, he clicks it open, uncomfortably stretching me.
Tears slide down my face at the invasion. Whimpering, I try to fidget away from him, despite the bonds holding me. His free hand snaps down on my ass with stinging force.
Despite my discomfort, my sex clenches at his strike. My face flames as I leak new arousal. His touch is as clinical as my gynecologist’s, but my body reacts like it’s anything but. Something scrapes deep inside me, and my lower abdomen cramps. He’s taking samples.
I cringe at the sloppy sound my sex makes as he removes the clamp only to shove his unforgiving fingers back inside me. He pulls them out then pushes them back in. “Interesting.”
He pumps his fingers in and out. I grit my teeth and hide my face with shame. Arousal is leaking from my core at his ministration.
“Summon the Monrok. The female is ready to mate.”
Snapping off his glove, he stands near my head and pats my hair, like I’m a good pet.
It’s too much. Snarling I twist my head, biting down as hard as I can.
He yells, and his face shades with rage. This time, when he hits me, it’s with his fist.
Pain explodes in my face. My ears ring. But a gleam of satisfaction unfurls inside me. His hand now carries my teeth marks.
“Filthy feral human. You will learn defiance will not be tolerated. Bring me the whip.” He snarls the last over his shoulder.
The word he uses for whip is different, but the translation rings through my head.
My stomach cramps in a sick knot. Regret grips me. What have I done?
When one of his big blue helpers produces what appears to be an electric cat-o’-nine, I begin to shake. The tassels are a glowing purple. The sound radiating from it is just like the shimmer wall of the room I woke up in.
“No, no. No whip. I’m sorry. I’ll be good.” My voice rises in panic. “I promise I’ll be good! I promise!”
The prince’s sneer as he takes the whip chills me to the bone.
My pleads turn to shrieks as the whip lands with screaming force, lighting me with agonizing electric current. Again and again.
I flinch at the whirling sound the whip makes right before it strikes. Burns. Scorches like flames. I have no arousal from this pain. Only agony.
Every muscles locks.
Cries rip from my throat.
It doesn’t stop.
Has my skin torn open?
I can’t stay here. Not in this body. My mind shuts down as I escape the pain.
A white haze fills my vision before all goes black.
***
There is no such thing as time as I drift in a place where nothing can touch me. I have no idea how long I’m out. Blue men tend me. Smear creams over me that numb my skin. Give me injections that take my pain but leave me needy.
A hollow ache has settled between my thighs once again, but this time my mind is muddled. I try to swim to the surface of my consciousness only to be sucked back under to drift in deep waters. I’m hazily aware of men moving around the room. Standing over me. Petting me.
Like a gentle tide, their voices wash over me, masculine and deep.
Wet heat laps at my core. Circles my clit. I gasp in air, moaning at their touch. I want to ask for more. Beg for more. It’s not enough. A fever of want is raging inside me. But the fog that grips me pulls me back down.
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Upon waking in a dimly lit white room, my biggest fear was that I had been kidnapped by a serial killer. I learned there are things out here in the universe much worse than anything on Earth. And, even if you escape, you can never go home.
They’re not kind, these being who stole me and want to use me as chattel. The others—part man, part machine— have claimed me for their own, but I’m far from saved.
After a lifetime of being ripped apart and put back together, being forced to serve and guard a race who stole us and remade us, she is our mercy. And we shall be her salvation. We will do anything to protect her from the Zapex. Even if it means war.
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