by Sara Fields
He pulled his cock from my ass then and I shivered, finding myself a little sad at the prospect of no longer being filled with anything. Gently, he helped me lie down on the bed and I whimpered, feeling his cum slip out of my asshole and down my thighs. My own arousal mixed with his, leaving me feeling dirty, filthy, and utterly used, but completely satisfied.
Quickly, he lifted me and helped me under the covers, before curling up behind me, holding me tight around the waist.
Exhausted, I melted into his embrace and knew little more.
Chapter Ten
Alaina
The next few days passed rather quickly. All the men took turns training me. I learned what was expected of a Vakarran breeder. How I was supposed to kneel, speak, where I was supposed to look and most important, how I was supposed to act around other Vakarrans. As the week went on, I began to feel closer to them all, each one providing a need for me that I didn’t get from all the rest.
Ryder was the leader. He protected me. When he felt I’d had enough, he’d take me aside and feed me, make me rest, or allow me time to enjoy some of the amenities left behind by whatever rich family had lived in this penthouse before Earth was conquered. He didn’t allow me much leeway though and punished me soundly when he thought I deserved it.
Aarom was turning one of my close friends. He was gentle most of the time, although he’d whipped me once or twice with his belt for disobedience, telling me it was for my own good. I always tried to learn from him, but sometimes it was hard. Even when I was started to object to my captivity, he would listen and try to understand me. He didn’t rush to discipline me but made sure I understood why he was doing it. From him, I learned how wildly different our cultures were. He told me stories of things he’d heard that other Vakarrans had done to humans and I was left thankful for the fact that I had these four to look out for me.
Morgn was the source of many dark desires. He took me in ways the others generally didn’t, in dirty and depraved ways, using objects and props to torture me in ways I could have never expected. He was quiet, mysterious, and most certainly sadistic, but I couldn’t help but realize I needed it too. He liked to punish me just because he could and oftentimes, it left me weak with pleasure despite the pain. I learned to like his pain very much.
Davon was the least experienced of the four, but he sure knew what he wanted in the bedroom and he wasn’t afraid to demand it. He rather liked getting his cock sucked too, and I was ashamed to admit that I enjoyed pleasing him. He had a good sense of humor and was extremely intelligent. One day, he hacked into the electrical system in the penthouse and used residual power from the surrounding buildings to power on a hologram movie in the middle of the massive living room. Together, we’d cuddled on the couch and watched it, as if we were a normal couple on a date night, only there were four of them and one of me.
Our telepathic connection grew stronger. The more we fucked, the more I felt them in my head constantly. It became easy to communicate. I just had to think something to them, and they would respond, making our bond deeper than ever.
As much as I hated to admit it, I was beginning to care for them.
I missed my sisters a lot. Sometimes I would sit and stare out the window in their direction and Aarom would come and comfort me. He’d ask what was wrong, but I would refuse to tell him. I’d never tell anyone about my family.
Not now. Not ever.
Everything was fine. I was accepting being their captive.
Until Ryder had told everyone, including me late one night, that Commander Nix expected our presence on the ISS Starrider within the next few days. At first, I was excited at the prospect of potentially seeing Kira once again, but upon seeing the nervous looks on all four of their faces, my own anxiety began to grow. Something was definitely wrong.
“Who is Commander Nix?” I asked, needing to know more.
Morgn scowled. His hatred was palpable. Had that look been directed at me, I’d have cowered and run far away. Shit.
“I’ve been able to scrape together enough parts to fix our own ship. We should be able to leave Earth once I get that taken care of,” Davon said, his reluctance obvious.
Even Ryder looked unhappy about the situation.
Aarom sighed and met my gaze.
“Commander Nix is our leader. He is extreme in his beliefs and harbors a certain hatred for rebellion. He knows about your sister’s reputation and he will want to ensure nothing of the sort will happen with you. He demands to meet you and evaluate you, to see if our training is sufficient or if he will need to claim you and master you instead,” he explained.
My mouth dropped open. My breath caught in my throat. They couldn’t be serious, right? My captors wouldn’t allow Nix to take me, right?
“If he claims you, we have no recourse,” Ryder said, dashing my hopes away with a single blow.
“Will he hurt me?” I questioned, my voice hardly audible.
Morgn growled with anger. No one else answered, but I could tell from the fury on Morgn’s face that the answer was yes. Nix would hurt me.
My jawline tensed. I had to escape.
These four men were Vakarrans, an alien race known for their honor, cruelty, and strength. They were not known for their mercy.
How could I have allowed myself to begin to feel comfortable? To accept their ways as my own and forget where I came from. I was human. They were Vakarran. I wanted my freedom and they had taken it away from me.
I took a deep breath.
I remembered the paper and the sleeping medication hidden away in the bathroom. The Resistance was waiting for me, wanted to rescue me. In their hands, I’d be safe from the likes of Commander Nix and the four Vakarrans holding me captive.
I’d be free again. Free to return to my sisters and keep them safe.
They needed me, and I needed them.
It was in that moment that I made a decision. I was going to leave, tonight.
The men had given me pretty much free rein and I’d taken to exploring the closet of the woman who had lived here before. Most of the time, they allowed me the privilege of wearing clothes, although Aarom would constantly remind me that once we arrived on the Starrider, I wouldn’t be allowed to.
I pulled on a pretty light blue wrap dress, making sure that this particular one had pockets. I slipped into the restroom and pocketed the medicine, leaving the paper where it was until I was sure that the crinkling of paper wouldn’t give me away. Next, I wandered into the liquor pantry. Hundreds of bottles were stored away on shelves. Wine. Whiskey. Scotch. Brandy. Vodkas and rums. Pretty much anything you could ever imagine was in this stock and it was all top shelf. The best money could buy.
I assumed it would have been too expensive to ship this booze to whatever colony this family had escaped to. If they had escaped anyway. If they hadn’t been killed in the invasion. I bit my lip, trying not to think about it too much.
My Vakarran captors enjoyed a good glass of whiskey. I could see quite a few bottles of it and ran my hands over the glass, recognizing lesser brands such as Crown Royal and Johnnie Walker and paused once I reached a bottle of Macallan from the year 1946. It was ancient but rumored to be one of the best bottles of whiskey in the world. At least, that’s what the special metal engraved label said beneath the elaborate decanter. It was so rare that it was valued at well over fifty-five million dollars, but there were so few left in the world that even that price was probably an underestimate.
Not that money really had any value now.
I gripped the neck and brought it out to the marble island in the kitchen.
I grabbed four glasses and plopped one large round ice cube in each. Since Davon had hacked into the electrical grid, we’d been able to use some of the utilities in the apartment, such as the automated icemaker. There was even a setting for ice balls, which the men particularly liked for drinking a good glass of booze.
I looked around and none of the men were around or in sight. I took the medicine out of my p
ocket and poured a little into each glass. I looked at the low level of clear liquid in each and added just a little extra, nervous if it was enough for men of their size. I heard someone walking and I quickly hid the little bottle in my pocket before I took the decanter and popped the top. Pouring a hefty double shot in each glass, I prayed that they wouldn’t be able to taste the sleeping medication over the alcohol.
Davon walked into the room and groaned with delight.
“Well well, what did you find, you little minx?” he purred and all at once, I felt terrible, but I did my best to hide it. Plastering a lopsided grin on my lips, I shrugged.
“All this delicious booze here and no one to drink it,” I replied thoughtfully. He smirked.
“Isn’t that the truth,” he murmured, before striding forward and grabbing himself the heaviest pour. He lifted it to his lips and took a sip and I could had sworn my heart stopped.
The other three men walked into the kitchen upon hearing the commotion.
“What’s going on out here?” Ryder asked. He sighed with happiness upon seeing the aged whiskey. He went up and grabbed one, while Aarom and Morgn did the same.
“What about you? Where’s yours?” Aarom pressed, his eyes crinkling with friendly delight. He took it upon himself to grab another glass and pour me a hefty amount and practically forced it into my hands. “Take a sip.”
I knew it was a test. My ass tingled in response. Aarom hadn’t been afraid to spank me when I disobeyed or hesitated in obeying him. He had told me that he wanted to teach me to submit, for my own protection. Feeling playful, yet nervous, I took the smallest sip and he cocked his head and smiled.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and my pussy clenched in excitement.
Then I remembered what I was doing. I was drugging them so that I could escape. To them, I would be a traitor. I was betraying them, despite their need to show me nothing but kindness. I looked away, afraid I was about to cry.
I took a larger swig and feigned a cough.
Morgn studied me then and I was afraid he would know. He always seemed to know what I was thinking before I thought it. Smart, quiet, mysterious, and always ready to punish me when he wanted to.
“Davon! Can you try putting another hologram on?” I asked, trying to take the attention off of myself.
“Of course,” he answered. I topped off the men’s liquor before we went, while skipping mine. I wanted to be clearheaded later, when I would need to be. The five of us cuddled up on the couch after Davon finagled some sort of superhero hologram movie.
In less than an hour, they were all passed out. I moved to get up and Morgn, who had insisted on holding me close, groaned in protest. I stilled.
After waiting a good five more minutes, they didn’t stir. In fact, it looked like they had fallen deeper into their slumber than ever.
I ran into the bathroom and grabbed the sheet of paper from between the towels. I entered the closet and chose a pair of black leather pants, a dark t-shirt, and a metal engraved black jacket. I recognized the metal as bulletproof technology and sighed with relief. Lastly, I chose a pair of combat boots. They were too big at first, but when I put them on, they shrank to my size until they were a perfect fit.
I looked out the window to the flying vehicle but opted to exit the penthouse deeper in a different way. Thanks to Davon’s tinkering with the electricity, the elevator worked just fine, transferring me down more than two hundred and fifty floors in three seconds flat.
I rushed out onto the first floor and out the door as quickly as I could. Sticking to the building, I ran off in the direction of the mall that the map had indicated. The past week, I had studied it whenever I could, whenever I was allowed a moment of privacy of course. The mall was a good two miles away, so I moved as fast as I could. I needed to get away from that apartment building as soon as possible.
I ran between abandoned flying cars crashed on the ground, guessing that their antigravity settings had failed once the aliens had invaded. Vines and weeds had grown over top of everything. It was incredible how rapidly nature had taken over once humans were gone from the city. It gave me hope actually.
One day. One day we would be free. One day, we’d conquer the Vakarrans.
The first step toward that was ensuring my own freedom.
The sun was beginning to set, and the shadows began to lengthen. Over the course of the next ten minutes or so, I sprinted down the street, wanting to get as far as I could while there was still a little trickle of daylight. I checked street signs, ensuring that I was still on course and was pleased to see that I was getting pretty close to the meeting point.
The night took hold in silence, the only sounds being my own footsteps echoing against the concrete. Here, animals didn’t even dwell. There was nothing for them here. I hated it.
I hated myself. I prayed that I hadn’t killed them. I hadn’t even thought to ask. The girl, Nina, had told me Vakarrans were weak to it, but I didn’t know how weak. The four of them could be dead right now. Tears threatened to fall but I swiped them away as quickly as I could.
I couldn’t be feeling for them. I couldn’t love them. It couldn’t be real.
It was as if I could feel my heart breaking in my chest.
I ran harder, trying to escape my feelings but there was no running from them.
My grief tore a hole inside of me, a black hole that ate away at my insides without mercy. A week in their custody and I’d fallen for them.
I was pathetic.
Kira would be so disappointed in me. Me, her sister, a human, falling for the enemy. Four Vakarrans, no less. Four fucking sexy, dominant Vakarrans.
I saw the mall ahead of me and breathed a sigh of relief. I stole inside and made my way toward the back, where there was a huge physical store full of the latest technology, at least from over ten years ago. Looking around, the store was a mess. It must have been looted in the invasion or after, who knows. Lot of good it did them.
We’d lost anyway.
I waited in the home goods department. That spot had been written on the back of the map. I sat down on the bed and curled my knees up into my chest.
I simply breathed, tried to push my true feelings away as quickly as I could. I couldn’t be weak. I had to be strong, a warrior. I was a woman, a Stryke no less.
I heard a boot scuff behind me and then a black hood descended over my face. It tightened around my throat and I kicked and struggled, but multiple bodies amassed around me. Ice-cold fear took a hold of my heart and I hoped against hope that this was just my Vakarrans teaching me a lesson. I prayed this was Morgn’s idea and not the humans that were supposed to be rescuing me.
Someone hit me hard on the back of my head and my eyes fluttered up. I knew no more after that.
When I woke up, my head throbbed something terrible. I moaned softly and tried to bring my hands to my head, only to find that they were tied behind my back. A gag split my mouth in two and my cheek pressed against cold concrete. I was still wearing my clothes at least, or I would have probably frozen to death in this cool dank cell.
My body felt sore, like I’d been tossed around and thrown in here. I lifted my head and looked around, seeing nothing but dark gray concrete walls. In the corner of the room, way up toward the top of the ten-foot ceilings, was a tiny window with bars. Thick glass seemed to allow the weakest light through, I guessed from the light of the moon. It was still night, from what I could tell.
I wondered if I’d been out for minutes, or hours. I tried to get up but found that my ankles were tied together too. I curled backwards, trying to use my fingers to untie the rope at my ankles. I loosened it just a bit and was able to slide one foot out and then the other. I rolled back and forth until I forced myself up into a seated position. I moved my tied wrists under my ass and threaded them under my feet as I pulled my knees into my chest. I rolled my shoulders, whimpering from the feeling of having my hands bound for a substantial amount of time. Using my teeth, I tried to untie myself, but
it took far longer than I anticipated. I cut my lips on the roughness of the rope in the process.
When I finally had my hands free, I touched my head, feeling dirt, blood, and grime matted at the back of my scalp. I pulled my hand away and moved it in front of my face, seeing the fresh red tint of it on my fingers.
My head pounded even harder.
My Vakarrans wouldn’t have done this to me. Never in a million years would they have blinded me with a mask and struck me hard enough to where I’d bleed.
Fuck. Where was I? God, my head fucking hurt.
The walls surrounding me gave nothing away. A big steel door with a single barred window was the only way in or out. It was strangely quiet around me, until I heard a feminine scream to my right and then another to my left.
I stood up and moved closer to the door.
The sound of heavy footsteps caused me to retreat. They walked past my door and I moved back to the corner of the window, watching as a group of men in heavy camo gear strode far down a long hallway.
I leaned back against the wall.
Shit. Definitely not my Vakarrans.
I slid down the wall and looked up at the window in the cell. It seemed to be lighting a little outside. Maybe the sun was rising.
I wondered if my aliens were still alive or if I’d killed them. I didn’t know. I bit my lip hard and my eyes watered.
Hours passed. No one came to the door. With each passing second, my hope began to die a slow, painful death.
I’d fucked everything up. I should have never come to the mall. I should have just accepted Ryder, Aarom, Morgn, and Davon as my mates. That I was their breeder.
Instead, now I was the captive of some renegade human faction living in the slums of Atlanta. I was probably as good as dead.
Chapter Eleven
Davon
I groaned, the sunlight burning into my sore, heavy eyes. Every bone in my body hurt, like someone had splintered them into a thousand pieces and I struggled to move because of it. All I wanted to do was sleep, but something was urging me to wake up. Beside me, Morgn was already moving, sounding like he was in equally as much pain as I was.
