Mastered: A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance (Vakarran Captives)

by Sara Fields

  His kiss demanded more of me and I reluctantly gave it, his commanding nature intoxicating. I couldn’t help it. I kissed him back and his tongue twirled with mine. My hips rocked back and forth, and I moaned with pleasure.

  He let go of my hair and ended the kiss. I whined from the sudden absence of him.

  My skin felt electrified, the chemistry between us palpable and I wanted more. He palmed my ass, then spanked it hard. One side, then the other, and the sting mixed into a confusing wave of pleasure and pain. I lifted my ass and he rewarded me with another.

  Was that what it was? A reward? A punishment?

  I no longer knew. I didn’t really care either.

  He climbed on the bed between my legs and I could no longer see him. But I could feel him. He leaned over me and kissed my shoulder, palming my pussy in his hand at the same time. Stroking my clit, circling it, driving me wild with need to the edge and back.

  I was so close. I just needed another second, a little bit more pressure and I would come. He had to let me, right?

  My skin buzzed with my need, my desire for more. It consumed me.

  Only he kept teasing me. Just when I thought I’d come, he’d pull back and I whimper in desperation. I couldn’t take much more without combusting into a million little pieces.

  He did it again.

  I heard his pants unzip and the heat of his cock rubbed against my wetness. My pussy practically convulsed with want.

  He pressed the head against my entrance and then he stopped. He slapped his hands down on my ass and I yelped.

  “What do you call me, Alaina?” he questioned.

  I knew what he wanted. Would it be so bad? To admit it just this once so I got what I wanted? No one was here outside my captors. They wouldn’t ever need to find out. No one else needed to know. I could plead insanity, Stockholm syndrome or something. No need to suffer when I could make it right with just a simple word. Right?

  His cock pushed a little harder. Promising me the world if I would just obey.

  Fuck it. My body was making the demands right now. I’d think about the consequences later. I groaned, enjoying the feel of his iron shaft against me. He pulled away, rubbing it up and down my wetness, pressing down hard against my clit.

  God. Almost there.

  “Say it, human,” he demanded.

  “Just fuck me already, Master,” I countered.

  He chuckled.

  “Close enough,” he murmured.

  In a single surge, his cock speared my pussy in two. He didn’t wait for me to adjust to his size and I didn’t want him to. He took me in one hard stroke, before he pulled out and slammed right back into me. I shuddered with pleasure.

  His cock seemed to grow even bigger inside me. Even as my body tried to get used to his size, his girth widened. It was rough. It hurt. But I fucking loved it.

  Bound with my wrists and ankles immobile, my body spread wide to take, he claimed me, hard, fast, and dominating.

  Passion raced through my veins and I felt my entire body clench and then he spanked me again. His palm cracked across my ass as I lifted my hips to give him better access to my body and everything shattered. My entire world blossomed into blazing hot pleasure, my orgasm ripping through me like a tsunami smashing against a rocky outcrop.

  My fingers gripped the comforter beneath me and my body trembled. My throat felt raw from my screams of ecstasy, but I didn’t care.

  It was fucking incredible. My pussy clenched around his massive cock, forever stretching me and caressing my deep inside, rubbing against a spot that was driving me wild for more. He gripped the sides of my hips, spearing into me deeper than ever.

  Jesus. I was going to come again.

  I could feel it building. I hoped he wouldn’t stop. It would make me go mad with desire.

  The passionate need grew tenfold and my back arched, my hips rolled up and down against him, his weight pressing against my recently punished ass and igniting the belt marks once again. Dear God.

  Fuck.

  One of his hands left the side of my hip and ventured between my ass cheeks, just touching my bottom hole.

  “No, please don’t,” I begged. Even I knew the words weren’t true the moment they left my lips.

  I was such a liar. I wanted him to touch me there and he knew it. My pussy tightened around his cock in excitement. I knew he could feel it.

  His thumb ventured lower, swirling in the wetness from my cunt and bringing it up to my asshole. He pushed against it and I keened.

  The moment his thumb breached my channel, a second, more powerful orgasm raced through me and I shook with it. Every muscle in my body tensed and still, he continued to fuck me just as hard as before.

  I heard him groan behind me and his dick pulsed hard inside me.

  His hot seed pelted my insides, painting me as his in that very moment. I came for a third and final time with him, before he pulled out slowly from my pussy.

  He left his thumb pressed into my asshole though.

  Reminding me that he was still in charge. I stilled. My body throbbed with the residual effects of my orgasm and I noticed that my back was still arched. Almost like I was asking for him to claim my ass as his.

  I was so ashamed.

  I heard Morgn moving beside him, but I couldn’t turn and look. A thick, cool glass-like object pressed against my pussy, sliding and twirling along my wetness, coating it.

  Ryder finally removed his thumb from my asshole and quickly replaced it with the glass object and I began to grow nervous. What was that?

  I struggled against my bonds even though I knew it was useless.

  He couldn’t mean to punish me there, could he? It was too shameful, too humiliating, except my body seemed to have different ideas. It wanted it.

  The offending object pressed harder against my tight rim, opening me in the most embarrassing manner. It hurt. It burned, but my body burned hotter.

  I could feel Ryder’s cum dripping from my pussy as I clenched for him.

  “One thing to remember, Alaina, is that the four of us own you now. We can do with you what we wish, whether that means fucking that sweet little cunt, punishing you how we want, whether that means whipping you with a belt or taking your virgin asshole for the very first time. Remember that, human,” he said boldly, pushing the object deeper into my bottom hole.

  I took it, even though I didn’t want to. My body fought it with a wild panic, but the pleasure pain pulsed through me, and I knew I had no choice but to take it.

  My rim stretched, wider and wider, until the heavy weighted plug was seated deep within me. It settled with a quiet pop and I blushed into the quilt beneath me.

  I was so ashamed.

  All the men circled around me, spreading my cheeks, pinching the welts left from the belt, touching the wetness leaking from my pussy and I moaned with humiliation and arousal.

  What this fuck was wrong with me? Why was I enjoying this?

  I felt the weight from the plug in my asshole, a constant reminder that I was their possession to do what they wanted with. I bit my lip.

  I looked back and stared at Ryder. He turned toward Morgn and that’s when something weird happened.

  “That should teach her a good lesson in obedience,” Ryder’s voice sounded loudly in my head. I hadn’t even seen his mouth open.

  I jerked.

  “What did you say?” I whispered out loud. He stilled but then moved out of my line of vision.

  No one responded. I tried to twist to see his face, but I couldn’t turn far enough to see him now.

  “Isn’t her asshole beautiful when she’s plugged like that?” Morgn wondered aloud.

  Bastard. Trying to change the subject on me. Why had I just heard Ryder’s voice echoing inside my head? I definitely hadn’t heard it out loud. His lips hadn’t even moved.

  Weird.

  I wondered if I was already losing my mind. Probably. Maybe some sort of mental breakdown that was making me hear voices in my head
. I wished I could see them. Instead, they had a delightful view of my aching cunt and my plugged asshole.

  Lovely. Just the thought made me shiver.

  Davon and Aarom moved into my line of sight to either side of me and reached for my wrists. Just their simple touch caused the rope to give. Ryder and Morgn must have done the same to my legs because all at once, I was free.

  I scrambled up on my knees to an upright position.

  I reached behind me, touching the hard glass seated deep in my bottom.

  “If you dare remove that without my explicit permission, you’ll get a second session with my belt. And I promise you, after that, I won’t fuck your pretty little cunt. I’ll fuck your ass, good and hard. And I’ll make it hurt,” Ryder warned, and I shivered.

  I dropped my hand. I’d had enough of the belt for one day. I traced my fingers over the skin of my bare cheeks, feeling the welts left behind.

  “None will scar. They’ll probably fade by this evening,” Aarom said softly.

  I nodded. It was almost like he could tell what I was thinking. I turned and sat down, hissing when my punished backside pressed against the bed, igniting the marks from the belt once again. It also seemed to push the plug deeper inside me and I bit my lip, feeling my face flush hotly.

  Davon looked at me with a gentle smile. It was kind of endearing. He was confident, but carefully so. The other three clearly had more experience than he did, but he was just as strong although slightly less self-assured. I smiled back at him, just a little.

  Aarom sat beside me on the bed as I sat down.

  “You did well,” he said out loud.

  “With repetition, she’ll be a well-trained human in no time,” Morgn observed. I glared at him. I wanted to spit at him, but he dropped his hands to his belt.

  Promising me more if I disobeyed.

  Sadist.

  I lifted my head in defiance. They wouldn’t break me. No, not ever.

  “Let her rest now. We should check on the status of our ship in the meantime,” Ryder said in my head, only this time, he kept his eyes on mine, studying my reaction. I heard him just fine, but I schooled my reaction and kept calm.

  It was a weird development, but maybe I could figure out a way to use it to my advantage. I let my gaze slip from one to the other and they all held steady.

  None of us did anything.

  “I don’t think we should leave her alone though,” Davon protested.

  I pulled my knees into my chest, feeling Ryder’s cum drip down my thighs. I tried to look innocent. If they were smart, they wouldn’t leave me alone. It would definitely be a mistake on their part. I’d find some way to escape and disappear back into the woods.

  I knew how to survive. I’d done it for years. It was strange how the human mind could acclimate, could learn the skills needed to survive even when I’d grown up with all the technology in the world. Even if the Vakarrans were stronger than us, humans were at least adaptable. I was confident that one day, we’d get our freedom back.

  My jawline tensed under their scrutiny.

  Morgn nodded in Davon’s direction.

  “Agreed,” he replied, this time talking out loud.

  “Agreed to what?” I protested, pretending like I didn’t know anything. Ryder smirked, and I faltered slightly. He knew. Fuck.

  “She can rest this evening. We’ll take her with us and handcuff her to the bed tonight. We’ll continue her training then.”

  I pressed my lips together so I didn’t say something rude. With all four of them watching me at any moment, I’d had more than enough for what I wanted to handle so far today. My chest rose and fell as I struggled with the difficulty of staying quiet. It went against my nature.

  Aarom moved forward first and offered me his hand.

  “It’s chilly outside. Let’s find something to cover you up, at least until we bring you back here tonight,” he said.

  I allowed him to lead me out of the room.

  After exploring through the apartment, we found a fancy closet that the rich apartment owner’s wife must have had and the two of us dove in, choosing a garment from the digital screen mount and watching as the inner clothesline sprang into action.

  Chapter Eight

  Morgn

  I watched Alaina walk away with Aarom, her fucking gorgeously marked ass swaying back and forth. Fucking little cock tease. I grinned. I kind of loved it. I was a little jealous of Ryder. I understood that it was his right as our leader to lay his claim first, but I wanted to whip her pale little ass and make her scream with my mark. Mine. I wanted to hurt her, stripe her as mine with my welts, and see how wet she became because of it.

  My dick hardened just thinking about it.

  I shifted myself, trying to relieve the ache, but it didn’t do any good. All I could think about was forcing her to bend over so I could take her from behind and punish that ass of hers good and hard with my cock.

  We had more important things to worry about though. Like how the hell she was hearing our telepathic link in her own head? We relied on that link for communication, strategy, and more. She shouldn’t have access to it. She was just a human and we were Vakarran.

  “Have you heard of anything like this before?” I began, narrowing my eyes in confusion as I stared in Davon and Ryder’s direction.

  “There’s been whispers in the network, but it’s mainly been hushed and shut down as quickly as they post. The higher-ups want to ensure no one thinks of humans as their mates, just their breeders. Rumor has it though, that somehow, our genetics intercalate with theirs and they start to exhibit signs of some Vakarran skills, like our link. It’s temporary at first, but the longer the Vakarran is with the human, it seems the stronger the effect becomes,” Davon replied.

  As much as I teased him for being younger and inexperienced, and clearly dumb enough to get captured by a human, Davon was our tech genius. He understood how things like lasers and dark matter engines worked. He knew how to access the underlying dark network, apart from the one the Vakarrans had built to communicate with each other across the vastness of space. He knew things about the black market, secrets about our superiors, and things I couldn’t even hazard a guess at.

  He was an integral part of our team, but I’d never tell him that directly.

  “You mean some sort of genetic link? Does it happen with all humans and Vakarrans?” I asked. I’d never heard even a whisper of such a thing before.

  “No. It doesn’t. It seems to happen in a very low percentage of matched pairs of the combination of the two species. I know some superstitious Vakarrans, mainly those who are suffering in exile, believe it’s some sort of fated mates nonsense. Like if this happens, the pairs are meant to stay together,” Davon answered.

  I scoffed. Fated mates? How ridiculous was that? Sounded like a bunch of bullshit to me. I wasn’t going to pay it any mind.

  “Anything else?” Ryder pressed, “other than just our communication link?”

  “Some humans’ skin will respond to outside stimuli, respond to the environment and hide them, just like ours does. Others claim various things, like a change in strength, eyesight, hearing, or intellect, but there’s no proof for those at best,” Davon said.

  “Were there images proving this?” I asked.

  “Of the skin change, yes. As far as I could tell, they weren’t manipulated.”

  “All of it is probably just rumor and conjecture, but we should be careful nonetheless. If we need to communicate in secret, go and leave the room. Tell me and I’ll pass the message amongst the four of us. We’ll continue to test her, see if she really is developing the ability to use our link along with us,” Ryder murmured.

  “Sounds like a plan,” I replied.

  A short time later, Aarom returned with Alaina and unfortunately, she was no longer naked. They’d found a unique royal blue dress that glittered with sparkles and some sort of shiny flexible metal panels. It flowed around her body like satin and all it proceeded to do was make me
want to rip it off of her and toss her back on the bed so that I could fuck her so hard she’d beg for mercy.

  Her blue eyes studied the three of us. If she was looking for approval, she wasn’t going to get it from me. If it were up to me, I’d parade her naked ass all over the city. I didn’t care. There was no one here in this abandoned human city anyway.

  “Will that keep her warm? Protect her from any debris?” Davon asked Aarom.

  He nodded.

  “What looks like metal panels here along her torso is actually the human equivalent of a shield. Alaina told me that she’d only seen ads for it long ago, but it was supposed to protect human skin from laser guns or worse. It was very expensive, she remembers,” Aarom explained.

  “Good. So she’ll be more than protected with the four of us and that dress then. Let’s get a move on before the sun starts to set; the factory that we’d hidden our ship in isn’t that far away. A short walk and we can charge our devices and check in with our superiors on the Starrider,” I replied, and Ryder nodded in agreement.

  I knew sooner or later we were going to have to report Alaina’s existence, but we were all in agreement that it didn’t have to happen right away. Eventually, they’d know, but by the time Commander Nix caught wind, we’d have broken her and made her into an obedient, well-trained human. Just the thought of his hands on her still made my blood boil.

  God, I hated him. Nothing ever changed when it came to our leaders anyway.

  Nix was no different from Strohass. Two men made from the same cloth, only Nix was much fiercer. Calm. Calculating. And cruel. I’d seen the humans who had emerged from his chambers. Way worse than Taazar and his human Taera. If they didn’t come out in body bags, they’d walk out with vacant, empty eyes, bruised and bloody bodies.

  He’d not only break Alaina if he got a hold of her, he’d utterly destroy her just to send a message to the human race as a whole. And to us. I’d kill him myself before I allowed him to obliterate her.

  I liked being in control. I liked it when a human obeyed me and submitted to me, but I also liked her not to be dead inside. I liked a little fight in them, although it was rare. My desires were darker than most. I enjoyed it when a female cried out in pain from my hand or my lash. It made my dick harder than iron when I heard that.