by Sara Fields
Alaina’s sounds were incredible. I wanted to hear them again.
Perhaps I’d get the honor of punishing her ass with my cock tonight.
My blood heated just thinking about it.
I licked my lips, holding her gaze with mine. Her eyes dilated. A blush crept up her cheeks. Her fingers trembled in anticipation of the pleasure I promised her with just a simple look. She tore her eyes from mine and I smirked, watching her try to fight her body’s response. Her fingers tightened into adorable little fists and I could see her press her thighs together.
She was already wet just thinking about it. Good.
Ryder cocked his head in the direction of the terrace and we moved out of the bedroom. He took Alaina’s upper arm in his grasp and guided her forward with us.
“I claim right to her ass tonight. That plug is still stretching her pretty little asshole, right, Aarom? Preparing it for me?” I asked, watching her reaction closely as I said it through our link.
She stopped cold and whipped her head in my direction. Yup, she could definitely hear us. Now the question remained, could she communicate with it, or could she just overhear us with it?
“It is. I told her she wasn’t allowed to remove it,” Aarom responded.
“I hate you all,” she grumbled, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I bet she was even wetter than before. I whirled around and gripped her arm as Ryder released her. We’d just entered the living room, so I bent her over the couch so quickly that she couldn’t react in time. I flipped up the skirt of her dress and smacked her ass hard, once and then twice, watching with delight as the smacks jiggled the sparkling end of the plug still inside her naughty hole.
I forced my hand between her thighs and started laughing louder once my fingers slid easily amongst the folds of her pussy.
“Soaked. Just like I thought. You can’t wait till I punish this naughty little asshole of yours,” I threatened. She shivered beneath me.
I let her up and she practically sprinted back to Ryder. I smirked.
Her flushed face more than gave her away. If she were naked, I bet I’d see her nipples were hard as little diamonds and her legs were shaking from the effort to keep standing.
I was going to tease her all damn day. It was more entertaining than making fun of Davon, that was for sure.
“Come on, everyone. Let’s get out of here before the sun goes down,” Ryder said, unable to hide his obvious amusement. Even Aarom smiled at that.
We exited the penthouse, and the five of us piled into the small Vakarran airship. Davon took the pilot’s seat, and we flew through the tall abandoned skyscrapers. Leaves blew around below us. I wondered what the city was once like at the peak of human civilization, if we could somehow find a use for these old places.
We mainly used humans for the production of food and as breeders for our children, as well as the production of fine liquors. As a rule, it seemed that all Vakarrans enjoyed a fine whiskey, scotch, or brandy. I’d even enjoyed a bottle of something called mead once. Honey wine, the male human had described it as. I actually had a few bottles of it waiting in my cabin back on the Starrider.
Davon? He liked something the humans called sake.
I didn’t understand it. Tasted gross to me, especially when he drank it warm, but he said it was strong. That I could get behind at least.
Me? I’d take a nice glass of whiskey or mead any day.
Alaina was quiet. I’d sat next to her and placed my palm on her thigh. She was trembling a little. Maybe she was still bothered by my words from before. I certainly hoped that was it.
She jumped a little at my touch, but I was gentle. My fingers drifted up and down the soft fabric of the dress and she gradually began to relax. Aarom sat on the other side of her and began to do the same. She leaned back.
Her reluctance was palpable. She wanted to hate every moment with us, but I could tell she was at war within herself. Her mind told her that we were the enemy, that she should hate and despise us with every fiber of her being. But her body, that told her the opposite. She wanted us. She craved the pleasure we could bring her, and she liked it when we fucked her however we pleased.
I grinned.
Wait until the four of us took her at once.
She’d beg us never to stop.
She didn’t know it yet, but she was a lucky little human. The four of us would fulfill her every need, whether she liked it or not.
We moved into what looked like the factory district then and I knew we weren’t far from our vessel. I’d need to perform a few maintenance tasks on the ship in order to ensure she was in tiptop shape. Davon would help me with that. Ryder would take care of communication, together with Aarom. We’d probably rope Alaina to the vehicle, that way she could move around but she’d be unable to escape.
Tie her up safe and sound to a lead.
It would probably anger her, but it was for her own good.
When we finally landed, we all jumped out. Aarom ran forward and opened the large steel door, revealing our ship in the process. It wasn’t overly large, but it was enough to comfortably hold and sleep the four of us on missions, no matter where we were sent.
We could fit a human in there with us easily. That definitely wouldn’t be a problem. I’d even had a cage installed underneath my bed specifically for one some time ago.
Now I knew that one day, Alaina would take her rightful place in that very cage.
I couldn’t wait until she admitted she was ours.
Eventually she would. It was just a matter of time.
Using our Vakarran cable rope, I tied it around the O-ring of her collar and she balked but didn’t fight any further. I looped it around a nearby pole, giving her enough room to move around comfortably. She wouldn’t be able to undo the rope. It only responded to Vakarran skin, more specifically, to the DNA within our shed cells. As a human, if she tried to untie it, the loops would just grow tighter and tighter. We held the key to freeing her, she never would.
Ryder opened the door to the ship with the face scanner and went inside. I followed, as did Aarom. Davon set to inspecting the outer hull, checking the metal plating for nicks, scratches, and anything out of the ordinary.
It was quiet all around us. I could hear the normal creaks and groans of the decaying building and the wind howling through the buildings, but it was all normal.
“Vakarra, we’ve returned. Provide me with an update of all running systems,” I declared, and the ship powered on within seconds. Before me, a holographic droid appeared, and I grinned. She was a depiction of what it was predicted a female Vakarran would look like if we were genetically capable of giving rise to female progeny. Naked pert breasts bounced prettily before me, giving way to a taut stomach and curvy hips. She had the same horns as we did, only her long black hair was braided around them in an intricate design with more draped around her shoulders like a falling star.
Although gorgeous, she now seemed dim to me compared to Alaina.
“Master Morgn,” she replied with a nod. “Good to see you again.”
I grinned in return.
“All systems are operating as normal. Shield system operating at full capacity. Engines fully engaged and dark matter stores full and ready to go,” she replied.
“Good. Run maintenance scripts anyway. I want a full report once they’re complete,” I demanded.
“Yes, Master Morgn,” she said.
Fuck, I liked the way that sounded. I couldn’t wait to hear Alaina say those same words to me and my comrades. It was going to be fucking beautiful when she did.
I monitored a few of the systems, double checking the dark matter fuel supplies and the status of our shield. Everything looked great according to my analysis so far.
Vakarra flickered back into my view.
“Master Morgn? I’ve found some discrepancies in the engine system. For some reason, the turbocharger and pistons are erroring, not firing as expected. It’s inconsistent. This should be inspected,” she said.<
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“Shit,” I replied.
Davon came running in, breathing hard.
“There are pieces of the engine missing. Without them, we’re not going anywhere,” he declared, the look on his face serious.
“What do you mean, missing?”
“Gone. Disappeared. Someone must have went into the manifold and stole the parts,” he replied, his tone filled with concern.
What the fuck? Who the hell else was here in Atlanta other than us?
Chapter Nine
Alaina
This stupid rope still tied me to the pole. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get free. Every time I tried to untie it, it knotted tighter. I pulled and picked at it, but nothing seemed to help. It was as though the rope was possessed and had all intention of forcing me to be a Vakarran captive whether I liked it or not.
For fuck’s sake. I just wanted my freedom.
The sound of a shoe scraping against concrete echoed around me. I stilled completely. I tried to hear, but the men were talking so loudly in the ship and it was hard to focus on any one thing. I bit my lip. They sounded angry about something.
My heart pounded in my chest.
I’d heard rumors of other humans living in Atlanta, but most of the intel didn’t point in a positive direction. A renegade group of men lived out there, gathering weapons and tools to fight the Vakarrans. One woman had been captured by them once and had escaped to our camp. She wouldn’t comment on her experience, but every time the topic came up, this haunted look would pass over her face and she’d rush off and head to bed.
Maybe the rumors were true. Maybe this was dangerous territory. Or maybe it wasn’t, and we were the only ones here right now.
My eyes darted around, looking, searching, analyzing every shadow.
Another sound echoed, before someone touched my arm. I jerked, turning around as quickly as I could.
I gasped upon seeing a woman.
She was young, maybe twenty-two, long dark hair, green eyes, wearing jeans and a black leather jacket that looked like it had seen better days, but most important, she looked healthy. She looked like a survivor. She looked like me.
I swallowed heavily. She wasn’t what I expected at all.
Even her expression was kind, although filled with pity. She felt sad for me. To be honest, I felt kind of sad for me too.
Her green eyes studied mine. Hers were flecked with little slivers of blue. She smiled.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hey there,” she responded quietly, watching around us and positioning herself behind a few things that would block the Vakarrans’ view should they come out of the ship.
“They’re all inside the ship, right?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Good. My name is Nina. I take it you’re not exactly a willing captive here,” she said softly, and I shook my head.
“No. I’m not,” I answered.
“I want to help you,” she began.
She handed me a piece of paper.
“Here. Hide this and make sure they don’t find it. There’s a group of us, men and women together surviving in the city. There haven’t been any Vakarrans that ventured here until the group that took you, so it’s taken us a little off guard, but we’ve been planning for something like this to happen sooner or later. We’d like for you to join us. You’ll be safe. My friends stole some parts out of the ship and that should delay your abduction into space, so it’ll give you some time to get away and escape. We’ll post someone at the location indicated on the paper for at least a week, if not more. They’ll be hidden though. If they see any Vakarran or anyone other than just you, they’ll disappear and consider your rescue a failure. Got it?” she explained, all the while keeping her eyes flipping from me to the entrance of the ship.
“It’s safe there? For women?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said quickly.
I studied her. I wondered if I should say anything more. If they would let me go back into the forests where I’d once been safe. She looked honest. I wanted to trust her, but it was hard. I didn’t know her like I did my sisters.
I decided then not to mention my family and our band of human survivors living in the cave system I’d found. I didn’t know enough yet. I had to know more before I really trusted them.
“Fuck!” Morgn yelled loudly, followed by more cursing under his breath.
Nina curled into a smaller crouch, meeting my eyes.
“I don’t know when we’ll be able to meet again but try to get away. When they’re sleeping or busy. Whatever you need to do. Here. If anything, use this. It’s rumored Vakarrans are susceptible to sleeping meds, puts them right out. I don’t know if it’s true, but it’s worth a shot, right?”
She slipped a small bottle into my hands, which I quickly hid in the hidden pockets of my dress, with the paper. Looking around, Nina moved backwards, making sure to stay under cover.
“I hope to see you soon,” she whispered, her eyes sad with empathy.
“Me too,” I replied.
She waved, before scampering off, exiting the factory in no time. I was alone once again. The piece of paper in my pocket felt like a burning ember. I wanted to take it out and read it, but I was nervous that the men might come out. I chewed my lip. What to do…?
After a few minutes, I saw movement around the ship. Morgn and Davon had come out and were looking at something underneath the massive vessel. They climbed inside, and I felt a small sense of relief. There was no sign of either Ryder or Aarom, meaning they were probably still in the ship.
I scooted backwards, so that I still had a line of sight to where my captors were, but my body was covered. They’d still be able to see most of me, so they wouldn’t come looking if they weren’t able to see me.
I took a deep breath and checked my surroundings once more. It looked safe. None of my captors were even looking my way.
Slipping the piece of paper out of my pocket, I opened it slowly, careful not to create any suspicious noises with the crinkling of paper. With one last look around me, I dropped my eyes down to the note.
The first page was a map. It looked like the streets of Atlanta. Studying it further, I began to recognize some locations. The town hall cloud storage center. Businesses. And at the center, what looked like an urban center comprised of mainly apartment buildings. Off to the right was a big X, right over the old shopping mall. Folded into the paper sack, along with the map, was a note.
It was addressed to me, or at least, a human woman.
Dear Captive Human Female,
We’re the Resistance. We’ve been living and surviving among the urban landscape of Atlanta now for ten years. Now forty strong, we’re a group of men and women surviving under the oppression of our Vakarran captors and they are none the wiser. We have our freedom and they will never take it from us. If you join us, you’ll be safe, respected, and protected as a woman in our ranks. If you wish to do so, you can volunteer in our small military faction. We’ll treat you as humans are meant to be treated, not as a Vakarran decides.
We hope to see you soon.
Sincerely,
The Resistance
After I finished reading the letter, I tucked it away in my dress, along with the map. I fingered the bottle of sleeping medication. I wondered if I could actually use it. If I needed to, if I should. These four Vakarrans, although they were used to being obeyed, were not cruel. My life was not as most humans experienced, under the hand of a Vakarran.
They hadn’t hurt me really in any way. Sure, I was sitting here with a sore ass and a plug stuffed in my bottom hole, but tomorrow, I’d be no worse for wear. I was, in reality, perfectly fine.
I wondered, would it be so bad to stay? At least for a little while for the sake of learning a bit more about what happened to my sister? And keep them away from Kaela and Danika hiding away in the woods?
I leaned back against their small flying ship. I watched as Ryder and Aarom descended down to the engine hatch, wher
e they all talked in hushed voices. They didn’t use their strange telepathic link either, so I couldn’t listen in on their conversation, sadly enough.
What good was this extraordinary random alien ability if I couldn’t use it?
I glared at them.
My stomach growled. I realized then that I’d skipped well past lunch and we were approaching dinner.
“Bastards. A human has needs too,” I thought.
All four of them turned their heads toward mine then. Shit. Apparently, they heard that.
Davon closed the outside hatch and they began to walk toward me.
“Hungry then? I’ve got something you could eat,” Morgn teased and I felt my face turn beet red. Even though I should be appalled by the idea, I wasn’t. I even felt my pussy clench at the thought of taking his cock in my mouth. I wondered what he’d taste like.
As they approached me, I palmed my dress, making sure the paper and the bottle were well hidden. Once I confirmed that, I rose to my feet and waited.
“So, you’re hungry then?” Aarom said first. I nodded.
“We can prepare food on board the Starrider or we can head back to that human penthouse and figure out something there?” Davon offered.
“Let’s go back on the Starrider. We can eat and then head back to continue Alaina’s training before we rest for the night,” Ryder offered.
Morgn just grinned darkly in my direction.
Cocky bastard.
One day, I’d figure out how to best them all.
Instead, like a perfect gentleman, Davon took my arm in his and with a simple touch, released me from the rope that held me captive. I realized the rope must react to something about his alien features, which explained why I’d been unable to escape before. Which was a rather annoying realization.
The four of them then escorted me on board their ship like I was their queen and they were my kings. For a moment, it actually felt nice.
Once on board, they steered me into a small cafeteria. The ship was bigger inside than I had expected. Perhaps it was a feature of their technology that I hadn’t known about before.
