by Sara Fields
I melted. I wanted it. I didn’t want it. I didn’t know. I wanted him to fuck me and I wanted him to fuck me hard. My pussy clenched, feeling him tease me, holding the head of his cock just outside my entrance. I wanted to fight more, but I couldn’t will myself to protest what I wanted. What I needed in that moment.
I tried to kick and struggle, but the three aliens holding me tight wouldn’t let me move an inch.
I had no choice. I was going to have to take it. He was going to fuck me. I was in the hands of four Vakarrans and they were going to punish me. My insides quivered with fear and desire and curiosity. I wondered what was about to happen to me.
“Punish me,” I said forlornly, but with reluctant anticipation.
His cock surged forward, taking the tightness of my pussy in one, long, hard stroke. It felt like it speared me in two, it was so big. I cried out. My back arched and the arms holding me up in the air tightened around me, forcing me to take what their leader gave me.
And I took every last inch. He was huge, stretching me wider than I could get used to, bigger and bigger with each passing second. Jesus. Was I going to split into pieces?
His hips surged forward over and over, and I tried to fight the rising tide of pleasure within me. He was a Vakarran, my mortal enemy and here I was, willingly spreading my legs for him to claim my body as his. I hated it and I loved it, passion spewing forth like a tidal wave. I felt my body rising, my orgasm seconds away and no matter what I did, it kept coming. There was nothing I could do. I was going to come all over an alien’s cock.
I tried to kick. I tried to punch or smack him away, but it was useless. Three men held me still as an offering to their leader. Giving him my pussy on a silver platter.
Fuck. I couldn’t get away.
Ryder dropped his hands from my hips to caress my clit, pressing down, circling and driving me crazy with reluctance passion.
“Come, Laina. Submit to your masters,” he demanded.
And I did. I came so hard.
My entire world blazed with searing pleasure as my pussy clenched hard around his dick, milking him desperately with my release. My thighs clenched, struggling as Aarom, Morgn, and Davon held me open, not allowing me to fight back as my orgasm consumed me and shattered me into a thousand little pieces. Bound by three men and made to take their leader’s cock, my arousal soared higher than ever.
He took me hard and fast, stretching my pussy far more than I thought possible. I hated to admit it, but it felt impossibly good. His hips slammed into mine and the sound of wet fucking echoed around us.
I felt Ryder shake a little against me as his cock claimed my pussy as his completely. He groaned softly, and my entire body shivered, turned on by the sensuality in the sound.
He jerked slightly, pulling his massive dick from me and held my hips tight. He moaned low and I watched as his milky lavender-colored cum painted my skin, spurting all over my chest and stomach. It was warm and sticky, and it seemed to glitter in the sun.
The group of four men turned me then, this time splaying me wide for Morgn and I shivered, his dark gaze seductive yet dangerous. My heart fluttered with arousal and fear. He reached down and undid his pants, standing before me with his dick jutting toward me. Taking his hand, he gripped it, stroked it once, then twice while holding my gaze.
I trembled then.
Morgn moved closer to me, teasing me. I quivered. Scared. Aroused. Confused.
He pinched my clit and I cried out. At that exact moment, he rammed his cock straight into my entrance. I screamed, and he chuckled low in his throat, taking me as he wished. He wasn’t gentle. He fucked me roughly, using me, punishing me and my body took every last inch. I reacted violently, rising into a second orgasm that threatened to break over me at any moment.
Morgn slammed into me, over and over, much harder than Ryder. I could tell he was used to getting what he wanted and taking it without recourse.
“You love it when I fuck your little cunt hard, don’t you, Laina,” Morgn said confidently and my breath hitched in my throat.
I hated every second of it, but I also loved it. I couldn’t decide. My mind was all over the place, with the only constant being how much my body was enjoying itself. I’d never been wetter. I’d never come so quickly before in my life.
Even now, it felt dirty. I could feel Ryder’s cum sliding down my chest as Morgn fucked me. It felt wrong. Filthy. Raunchy, but I could feel my pussy clenching hard around him, begging for more.
Morgn reached underneath me, cupping my ass and my thighs tensed. His fingers teased up and down the cleft of my backside, before settling on top of my asshole. I bucked, trying to fight, but he pressed into me, my hole slick with my wetness and his. He probed me, claiming my tight rim as his.
I wanted to hate it, but as his finger sodomized me, I could feel my blood beginning to boil. It was the final straw, causing my release to hurtle over the edge. A rush of pleasure took me, catching me up in the riptide of ecstasy and passion with terrifying speed. All I could think was how good it felt, how much I hated the aliens, but I was fucking them instead.
His finger pressed in and out of my asshole.
It felt so wrong, but it was driving me wild. I didn’t want him to touch me there. He’d left me no choice. Ryder, Aarom, and Davon all held me tight, their presence dominating, hungry, dark, and seductive.
I felt like I’d fallen into a black hole of ecstasy and I was never going to get out.
Morgn slammed into me harder. I hadn’t thought that was possible.
Moments later, he pulled out, spraying my torso with his seed. I felt some of it coat my face, landing on my lips, on my cheeks, in my hair.
Fucking filthy. I kind of liked it.
My empty pussy felt forlorn. Lonely. His thumb popped out of my bottom hole and he grinned evilly toward me, almost like he was promising something more dangerous, more wrong and dirty. I wondered what, but they left me little time to imagine as they turned me once again.
A human carousel for them to fuck.
The four passed me to Davon next. He looked unsure, but too proud to admit it. My icy heart melted just a little for him.
All four of them planned to fuck me. Punish me. At least I could make it a little easier for one of them. I rocked my hips toward him, met his eyes. He furrowed his brow, looking at me with concentration before his eyes flicked to the other three men.
“You aimed a gun at me, human,” he growled, rather terrifyingly I thought. I saw his eyes assessing me and I rolled my hips toward him again.
“I did,” I whispered.
“You need to be punished for that,” he scolded, and goosebumps rose over my flesh.
He took his thumb, running it up and down my slick folds.
“Look at you. Covered in cum from two different men. Sweaty. Dirty little slut. You should be ashamed,” he murmured.
He was right, I should be, but I found it so hard to focus on that as he unbuttoned his pants. His cock was longer than the others, but a little slimmer. Taking it in his hand, he pressed it against my wet folds, dragging it up and down, teasing me, making me want more.
I shivered.
I met his eyes and he looked at me, sliding his cock into my entrance slowly. He dominated me, and I struggled to fight back, but it felt so good.
He took me slow, taking the time to make me excruciatingly aware of the fact that he was taking me against my will, punishing me, teaching me to submit and to obey them.
Fuck. I could feel myself beginning to rise toward another orgasm.
His cock caressed my inner depths as he slowly pulled all the way out, only to push it back in, all the way to the hilt. I could feel every ridge, every edge as he claimed me in such an all-consuming manner. My entire focus narrowed in on his dick in my pussy.
Jesus. That felt good. I arched my back, allowing him to take me even more deeply and I moaned, shivering underneath his grasp.
An orgasm burst over me and I moaned loudly, not cari
ng if anyone heard me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the multitude of pleasures cascading over my body.
Consuming me. Shattering me completely.
His body jerked hard and he struggled to pull out, causing more cum to splatter all over me. I looked down at my breasts, seeing the milky liquid dripping down me, some drying but even more wet and sparkling. My skin tingled where it touched me.
The men turned me once more.
One last alien to fuck me. Aarom. He was all that was left. The only alien whose cum wasn’t yet coating my body.
His eyes were copper, only they blazed like fire, with flecks of orange, yellow, and red. He studied me, but in a way that left me feeling like he was trying to understand me.
“This must be tremendously difficult for you, Laina. Isn’t that right?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice then.
He reached for me then, running his thumb across my cheekbone. I could smell the aroma of sex all around me, could hear my heart beating in my chest. My skin tingled under his touch. I watched his finger trace down my body, through the trails of seed on my breasts before he brought it back up to my lips.
Forcing it between my lips. Onto my tongue.
Sweet. Bitter. Masculine.
I blinked. After a long moment, flavor burst over my tongue. It tasted like berries. Raspberries, strawberries, blackberries. A refreshing glass of wine on a summer’s day. My head swam with the heady flavor.
My body reacted violently.
Almost like a drug, passion surged within me once more as I felt Aarom’s cock nudge at my entrance. The Vakarrans’ cum had made me delirious with need, as if I hadn’t just had three orgasms in a row. I felt greedy. Desperate. I clawed at the air, my hips bucking with a life of their own as my pussy clamped down on his dick.
Fuck. I couldn’t take it. Someone reached down and tickled my clit and I tensed, riding the roller coaster of ecstasy wherever it took me.
My eyes rolled back in my head.
“Come, bad little human,” Aarom whispered in my ear.
I obeyed. I couldn’t help it.
I shattered, millions of pieces breaking apart as my world exploded with passionate desire. I screamed. I moaned. My throat was dry, raw, but I didn’t care.
I took it all.
I felt Aarom’s cock jerk within me and hot spurts of cum pelted my insides, triggering a fifth, all powerful orgasm that left me reeling. I fucking loved it, even though I hated it too.
When he finished, the four of them placed me delicately down on the ground. I was covered with cum, my pussy was dripping with it.
Each of them fisted their cocks, staring down at me while they stroked themselves. I looked around, nervously watching as four dicks hardened into steel shafts before me. Silently, they watched me as they pleasured themselves.
I began to grow uneasy.
My cunt pounded, achy and sore, utterly used and abused. My blood roared in my ears, my heart finally beginning to slow to normal speed. The sweet taste of their seed still permeated my tongue.
I saw each of their thighs jerk a little toward me.
Davon’s seed pelted me first. Then Ryder’s and Morgn’s. Aarom’s was last. It dripped into my hair and I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling it drip down my cheeks and onto my lips. So fucking shameful. I couldn’t help myself as my tongue delved out, craving more of that sweet berry taste.
I wasn’t disappointed. It tasted just as good as the first time.
I could feel every last drop, dripping down my skin, setting my nerves on fire with pleasure. It felt intoxicating, like a drug and I wanted more. Needed another hit.
It was all so wrong.
I was supposed to kill them, not fuck them and bask in a shower of their cum.
The longer I sat there, the more humiliated I felt. None of them said a word and neither did I. I bit the inside of my cheek as I wallowed in my shame. I’d failed. I was a failure. Kira would be so disappointed in me. So would Kaela and Danika.
Tears threatened to fall.
Four pairs of arms scooped me up and before I knew it, I was cradled against Aarom’s chest. I couldn’t help myself as I curled into him, resting my head on his shoulder.
“Rest now. You’ll need your energy for the journey,” Aarom whispered.
My eyes flittered closed. I couldn’t help but submit, I was so exhausted. My body felt used and abused. I was so tired. Sleep claimed me within moments. His warmth was comforting, as much as I hated to admit it. Bastards. The lot of them.
Chapter Four
Ryder
I hadn’t expected to find a woman on our first mission out into the lands surrounding the training center. Our female human processing center had been successful thus far, training humans for service elsewhere or for claim by some of the more powerful Vakarrans up the military line. This one was unique though. Not like the others. I could tell just by being around her for a short amount of time.
I’d seen it in her eyes. Seen the rebellion there, especially when she’d pointed a gun straight at Davon’s skull. The need to fight back and stand on her own. Her hatred for our kind. Her courage. It was palpable.
I hadn’t known that was possible in a human. Most of the ones I’d known of were meek and obedient, not like her. I’d heard of her sister’s reputation. How Kira had killed some Vakarrans in the struggle to capture her, but honestly, it had sounded like a myth mostly to me.
No one knew she had a sister. Alaina had been entirely off the grid, until now.
I wondered how she did it?
Was she like her sister? A feisty warrior human too?
I’d never seen anything like it before. Every other Earth human I’d trained was naturally submissive, too afraid of our kind to put up any kind of real fight. Our technology put theirs to shame. We were much more advanced, our power over them complete.
I’d been a part of the initial invasion of Earth some ten years before. We’d studied their existence for some time before arriving into their solar system and conquering their various colonies and civilizations, one by one.
Earth had been exceedingly overpopulated. A rich resource of slaves, ripe for our taking.
Their defenses had fallen quickly. Some of them had already surrendered before we’d even set foot on their ground.
Within days, the planet was ours. We’d conquered them completely.
After that, we’d separated the men and women into isolated camps, keeping the young fertile women for training purposes. Older women and men were put to work, tending the fields, mending our own tech, and making alcohol for our consumption.
Many Vakarrans I knew loved that aspect. We all had our own vices, but Earth booze was particularly tasty. I, for one, loved a good, hearty aged whiskey.
I looked back at Alaina. She looked sweet and angelic in Aarom’s arms. I couldn’t help but feel a subtle twinge of jealousy, wanting her to curl up with me like that. Morgn met my eyes and shook his head.
“Don’t you go soft on me now. You know she’s just a commodity. A human to train to spread her legs and deliver our sons,” he murmured, his voice echoing in my head.
He didn’t speak out loud, only through our telepathic link, a crucial skill that Vakarrans shared with each other. Our scientists had developed the ability in our kind through genetic engineering at least a thousand years ago.
“I know,” I replied begrudgingly. “We’re going to have to take her straight to Commander Nix on the ISS Starrider. Especially because of the relation to her sister.”
“He’s going to want to make an example of her,” Morgn said.
My heart pounded in my chest. I didn’t want anyone else to have her. Touch her. Punish her. My blood boiled simply at the thought. Then, I said something I hadn’t ever expected to come out of my mouth.
“She’s ours. Ours by capture law. I’m going to claim her as our human. She’ll bear our sons. I won’t allow anyone else to touch her, especially that bastard Nix,” I roared.
Morg
n didn’t reply. He looked away. He knew I was being foolish.
“I want to claim her too,” Aarom said softly. “She’s a mystery. I want to understand her.”
The four of us walked through the jungle silently for a few minutes.
“Once Nix knows she exists, he’ll want to test her for himself,” Morgn sighed. “She’s going to need to be trained. Mastered and taught to obey. To take her rightful place as a human by our side, as our submissive breeder.”
I gazed back at her sweet face. I knew how to break a human. She wouldn’t be that difficult, would she?
I wonder what Nix would do once he knew that another Stryke existed. Would he claim her for himself and ignore our stake over her? Commander Strohass had done such a thing to Kira and it had caused such an uprising afterward that he’d ended up dead. No one knew who actually killed him, but we were all wary. The rumors were all over the place.
It was hard to trust anyone. Even Zaavyr, the man who led the first battalion that had claimed Kira as their mate, was tight-lipped about the whole thing.
It made me wonder.
Commander Nix had taken Strohass’ place, chosen by Vakarrans far away. He hadn’t earned his place either. He had a lot of rich friends and felt entitled to everything, especially other men’s women. It was sickening. I hated him, and I hardly even knew him, but because of his rank, I was forced to bow to him like he was our king. Fucking disgusting.
It didn’t stop me from sneering behind his back.
My group, the second battalion, was battle hardened. We’d bled on the battlefield. Hell, I even wore the marks of a fucking Drugan on my face, an odd humanoid alien species that transformed into massive dragons at will. Now that, I remembered, was a battle hard won. I touched my cheek, feeling the hollows where the claws had sliced it open.
It was long healed now, but I bore the scars with pride.
I’d earned my rank in the Vakarran military. Nix? Not so much. He’d probably wet himself if he ever ventured into a single battle. Now that would be a sight to see. I smirked. Even I knew that would never happen, but I kind of wished it would. It would certainly take him down a few pegs.
