by Sara Fields
I should be embarrassed, humiliated, but I was just utterly aroused.
He reached across my back and gripped my braid, winding it around his wrist and pulling it tight so that my head arched back. A blossom of pain prickled at the back of my scalp, but it quickly morphed into soul-shattering pleasure.
He pulled harder and slammed his hips into me, slapping his flesh against my freshly whipped backside, but for some reason, instead of angering me, it turned me on. I felt myself climb higher and higher, biting my lip to keep the screams of passion from escaping my throat.
Fuck. That felt good. It hurt, but it felt so fucking good.
My muscles tensed, gripping the leather bench between my thighs and I lost the battle to stay quiet. I screamed my passion, my release ripping through me like a riptide. My world burned white hot and I felt like I was spiraling into the clouds. Every nerve in my body quaked, smoldering into a fiery blaze that left me reeling with ecstasy.
My entire body hurt, stretched, beaten, and fucked but I was enjoying every second of it. I knew I should feel humiliated, but I didn’t. Jax was punishing me, but I liked it. He wasn’t gentle or kind, but he’d made me want it, conquering me in this single act.
I was his human.
Did I really hate the idea of being owned by these Vakarrans?
I didn’t know.
But this orgasm was so fucking good. I could feel him growing even larger inside me, his cock so hard, pounding into me with such purpose, that my release morphed into a second, more powerful one. I felt his other hand grip my hip, shaking slightly as he groaned under his breath.
I felt his seed coat the insides of my cunt, the final step in his marking of me. He pulled out, and I felt it dribble down the back of my stinging thighs and my ass. I was his.
Well. That was hot.
I panted, catching my breath and realizing just how raw my throat had become. Jax released my hair and his hold on my torso, leaving me bereft of his touch, which made me feel a little sad. I laid my cheek down on the cool leather of the bench, solely focusing on the advent of air in and out of my lungs.
Holy shit.
My pussy felt so empty. Stretched. Tamed. Claimed by a Vakarran.
I lifted my head, meeting the eyes of Coltan, Aedan, and Zaavyr, still seated in the loveseat directly in front of me. Every single one of them stared at me with a sense of dark seduction and ruthless longing.
I met their gazes with equal fierceness.
I may have enjoyed my punishment, but it wouldn’t break me. Never.
I heard Jaw zip up his pants behind me, tucking his massive member away, which oddly enough disappointed me. Coltan rose from the couch and one by one, released my limbs from the cuffs that bound me to the punishment frame. His touch was gentle, caring after the roughness that had been Jax. I didn’t say a word, and neither did he. I could feel Jax’s cum drying on my ass and thighs, but neither Coltan nor I made a move to wipe it away.
I wonder if it glittered, like last time.
“On your knees, Kira. Kiss the back of Jax’s hand and thank him for punishing you,” Coltan’s voice echoed inside my head.
Shit, that was still just as disconcerting as the first time I’d heard them inside my mind.
But I did as I was told. I sluggishly dropped to my knees in front of Jax and took his hand within mine, pressing my lips to the back of his hand. I was still panting, my body still reeling from the intense pleasure he had given me, my heart fractured into a million little pieces.
“Thank you for punishing me, Jax,” I whispered.
For a long moment, none of the men said a single word. They just stared at me, stealing concerned glances between each other. It was enough to make me a bit anxious, but I waited silently, not wanting to earn their ire in my fragile state.
“You will call us all Master,” Jax responded, his voice calm, collected, and not the least bit stern. It surprised me.
I chewed my cheek, turning over the term in my mind. Jax tensed a bit in warning and I decided that now was not the time to fight. I’d find my time to fight back and to escape back to Earth. Now, surrounded by four rather large Vakarrans, was definitely not the right time to enact my offensive plans.
I’d play along, for now.
“Yes, Master,” I replied quietly, doing my best to seem submissive and demure, just like Clair had been. I’d play the part until I found my opening.
“Good. To bed with you now. We’ll continue your training in the morning,” Jax said, turning away from me then.
“I’ll see to it that she’s put to rest,” Coltan said and the rest of the men nodded in agreement. They left the room then, leaving me with just one alien man.
His eyes darkened to a dark coppery color as he beckoned me over. I pushed up from my knees to a standing position and slowly walked over toward him, my legs feeling as though they were made of jelly. He pulled me into his lap and held me close.
“You did well,” he said.
I blushed. Jax had only made me come several times.
“Your training is going to continue in the morning and I must help you prepare. When you’re ready, put yourself over my knees and spread your ass for me. We need to switch out that plug for a bigger one, so that you’ll be ready to have your ass fucked tomorrow,” he said, and I shivered.
He couldn’t be serious. Right?
“No way. No cock is going up my ass,” I countered, pushing away from him slightly.
“Kira, you must remember your place. This is not Earth. You’re no longer free to make such choices. If we want to fuck your ass, you’ll do well to remember that it’s going to happen whether you like it or not,” he replied.
After a long moment of silence on my part, he continued.
“Many other Vakarrans would not help you prepare. They’d just take you there without training you first,” he explained.
Leaning back, I stared at him. He was right. I knew what his alien species was capable of. I heard and seen women being beaten, knew the rumors of what they did to women who rebelled. On all accounts, I was probably rather lucky I wasn’t dead.
Even now, when Jax had punished me with his cock, it hadn’t harmed me or injured me in any way. He’d taken the time to touch me, tease me, and most important, arouse me. He’d ensured that even though it was supposed to teach me a lesson, I’d taken my pleasure in the whole experience. I was a little sore, but even as I pressed my thighs together, I couldn’t deny that I kind of liked it. My ass, still full of the smaller plug, throbbed with the residual sting from the belt, but just thinking about being spanked again by my captors made me wet.
Why did this group of four men not want to hurt me? I’d killed members of their species and fought them at every turn.
I studied Coltan then, trying to figure out the answer.
He was the kindest of the four, that was clear. He looked at me with a sort of warmness and if I regarded him closely, with something like respect.
He didn’t look down on me. Even though I was just a human and he, an all-powerful Vakarran. In fact, none of them did, not even grumbly Aedan.
My heart fractured into more little pieces. I’d hardened it over the years but was quickly finding that these four men were awakening it like never before.
Coltan stared back at me, waiting for me to react.
“I can’t not fight you. You know that. It’s in my blood,” I replied.
“I do. But if you do fight me, there will be consequences,” he said softly, almost reluctantly. He sighed then, taking his palm and dragging it over the stubble on his chin.
He reached to the side and took out what appeared to be a bottle of lubricant and a larger metal butt plug, one with a purple-colored gem jutting out from the base. I stilled with a rising sense of anxiousness, but for some reason, I wasn’t scared.
I moved slightly, a weak attempt to try to escape his grasp, but to be honest, I didn’t think I would. He grabbed my waist and like I was as light as a feather, flip
ped me around so that I lay face down over his knees.
He laid his large hand against the sore flesh of my ass, already marked by Jax’s belt and waited. Just being put in such a position quieted the fight in me to a more manageable level. Then, he gripped the plug in my bottom hole and pressed it harder into me, reminding me that he was in charge.
Entirely naked still, I was acutely aware of how my body reacted to such dark dominance, feeling my nipples harden and my pussy clench with arousal. Swallowing heavily, I waited. He played with the sex toy a bit more, pulling and pushing it until I started to pant with shameful desire.
When I least expected it, he stilled.
After a long moment, he used the fingers on his other hand to spread my cheeks wide. I felt the heat of embarrassment rush to my face and I was thankful for the fact that I could at least hide my face in the couch beneath me. Slowly, he removed the plug from me and I whimpered as the toy once again stretched my asshole wider than it had become used to. My hips bucked a little and I clenched my muscles, crying out quietly in protest. When it slid free of my body, I sighed in relief.
I tried to get up, but he held me in place. Shit. I tried to kick and squirm away, but it was no use. I could almost feel his look of disappointment as I tested him.
Without saying a word, he spanked the tops of my thighs and the lower curves of my ass, awakening the sting of my previous punishment. I yelped loudly and subdued myself.
He took my ass and spread it wider and I keened out loud when he spread more lubricant on top of my bottom hole. He didn’t ask or demand my submissiveness, he just took it. The new, much bigger plug pressed against my channel, sliding into me without much struggle until it reached a point where it was much wider than the other.
I cried out, but Coltan kept pushing, demanding my body to acquiesce to his desires. Despite the painful, burning sensation, my thighs quivered with unmet need, unexpected pleasure rising from the depths. My clit throbbed, and my lonely pussy clamped down on empty air, suddenly desperate to be fucked once again.
I squeezed my eyes shut and balled my fingers into fists as the plug pushed all the way into me with a resounding pop. I could feel the purple gem spreading my ass cheeks. Once I stood and walked around, it would be overwhelmingly obvious that there was a plug there. Everyone would know I had something shoved deep in my asshole.
My face flamed with embarrassment.
Lifting me off his lap, Coltan helped me to stand up on my own two feet. My thighs shook and my muscles tensed, feeling the deep heaviness of the toy stuffed inside me. It was a heady reminder of their power over me. I wondered if I’d ever get a chance to get out of here or escape their captivity ever again.
“Come, Kira, I’ll put you in your cage for the night, so you can get some rest. Do not, under any circumstances, remove that plug from your ass. If we find that you do tonight, you will be publicly punished again. Remember that,” he warned, his tone entirely serious.
I was tired, and I didn’t want to fight anymore. I just wanted to sleep.
With my asshole claimed as theirs, my body was screaming to submit to them. I’d never admit it, but I kind of liked the feeling of it at the moment.
“Yes, Master,” I replied quietly, testing the feeling of the word on my tongue without his provocation. It felt okay. My pussy clenched again.
“Good girl, Kira,” he said, before taking my hand and leading me into their bedroom, where a large cage similar to the one I’d been put in before awaited my arrival. Once inside, I slipped under a soft blanket and placed my head on the pillow.
I was asleep in a matter of seconds.
Chapter Eight
Zaavyr
I watched in the dark, my vision advanced enough so that it looked bright as day, as Coltan put Kira in her cage for the night. I could tell she was beginning to trust him, indicating our plan was going exactly how we anticipated. Tomorrow, she’d be tested further as her training intensified. It would be that way for the foreseeable future until she began to acquiesce to our rule over her.
She was strong and remained fierce. Even when we’d shackled her naked to the punishment frame, her eyes had shown her strength and her unwillingness to bend to our mastery of her. Despite her body’s readiness to respond to our dominance, her mind was another thing entirely. We’d have to work harder to overcome that.
She’d been reluctant and had denied her desires, but the telltale evidence of her arousal had been utterly clear. She liked being mastered, liked it when it hurt. I’d watched her eyes as they rolled back in her head in ecstasy, as her wetness had poured from her delectable pussy. Even when Jax had whipped her ass with his belt, she couldn’t hide the whimpers and moans of desire from me. I knew she liked it. She just didn’t want to admit it to herself, or anyone else.
When I had put the plug inside her for the first time, it had confirmed everything I had already seen. There was a submissive woman hiding beneath her skin, but still, I knew she was like no one else. Even fully trained, I had a feeling that Kira would still be as strong, confident, and independent as she was on her own back on Earth.
I was proud to have captured such a prize, along with the help of my men.
Leaning back in my bed, I closed my eyes as Coltan climbed into his own. For now, we each had our own bed, but once Kira began to prove herself trustworthy, I’d see to it that we would buy a much bigger bed with enough room for the five of us. She’d have to try not to kill us or try to escape from us though.
I had a feeling that would take quite a bit of time.
I took a deep breath and turned onto my side, as the tendrils of sleep began to claim me. We’d come up with a plan in the morning. We would conquer Kira. She would never defeat us.
* * *
The next morning, the lights turned on at the usual time, a feature of the space station in order to keep us all on similar circadian rhythms. After years of military training, I was used to waking up early and so were my comrades. The four of us stirred, but Kira didn’t.
We decided as a group to let her sleep a while longer, and Coltan quietly threw a blanket over the cage in order to darken the inside, to calm her in case she woke.
I showered and checked in with the security systems online, observing where other battalions were currently stationed, both on Earth and in other planetary systems. Everything on Earth’s surface seemed relatively quiet for the most part.
Even in the sector of land there where we captured Kira seemed quiet.
Almost too much so.
I’d always wondered if she’d survived alone or survived with a group. Sitting back, I crossed my arms and racked over all the information I’d studied before her capture. I’d only looked at the past five years or so though, when she’d first popped up on our radar.
Pressing a few strokes into my virtual keyboard, my transparent glass screen lit up as I searched the area for anomalies in the last ten to fifteen years. The land was heavily forested and most of what I found in my search results were simply animal movements that had triggered our surveillance satellites, but buried deep in the list, I found a few intriguing results.
Mainly, one particular name popped up that grabbed my attention.
Another Earth human by the name of Nadia. According to her records, she was captured less than a mile from where we had pinpointed Kira. To my surprise, when I looked a bit further into the data files, I found out that she was here on the ship as well, having been in Vakarran custody for the last seven years. Huh. Interesting.
I was going to have to make a detour today before returning to Kira’s training sessions.
I rolled through the camera footage and looked for any more anomalies. I was surprised to find glimpses of human faces here and there. Our security scans hadn’t picked up on it either, meaning no one other than myself had looked for anything there. I moved in, closer to the screen, then. Analyzing. Thinking. Studying.
When I looked through the screen captures more meticulously, I recognized
that most of the faces were different. There weren’t just one or two humans living outside the Vakarran territory, but a group of them. Shit.
I sat back and took a deep breath.
There were more rebels hidden in the forest. An entire segment of them and we hadn’t known a thing about it. No one knew about it, except me.
Going back to Nadia’s file then, I found her current station on the ship and breathed a sigh of relief. She was under the training of one of my lifelong friends, my comrade Raythe.
Using my mind, I reached out and told Jax, Coltan, and Aedan to meet me outside Raythe’s chambers. I shut down my intercom device, left my office, and went in the direction of Raythe’s apartment.
We’d met during a previous conquest mission on the planet Sozaria, where we’d taken over and claimed another similar humanoid race back when I had first been conscripted into the army, a usual practice in our world. Since then, we’d climbed our way up the ranks of the Vakarran military. I considered him a trusted friend. I knew he was on leave from a previous mission and that he should be around his chambers, if not somewhere else on the ship. I’d contact him in person; this kind of information was not safe to share over data lines.
His apartment wasn’t far from mine and it took only about five minutes for me to reach it.
I knocked on his door. A minute or two later, I heard movement inside and the steel door opened, and he smiled in my direction upon finding me waiting.
“Raythe! Good to see you,” I said, and he grinned.
“Zaavyr,” he replied. “Long time no see!”
“It has been, hasn’t it? Mind if I come in? I have something I’d like to discuss with you. The rest of my battalion is coming up as well, if that’s alright,” I began, looking away down the hallway, making sure no one else was around while also looking for my men.
