Capturing Carmen

by K. A Knight

  Standing together, shoulder to shoulder, Klan Marix looks like an impenetrable wall of man meat. Their dark eyes focus on me as if I’m the only thing in the world, and to them, perhaps I am.

  I lick my lips as a pool of heat floods my core. Damn, they look fucking hot. If I don’t find a way to distract myself, my arousal will start leaking down my legs.

  Where are panties when you need them?

  Unsure of what to do, I take a sip from my cup and wipe my lips with the back of my hand.

  “Sit,” Kronk orders, gesturing to the couch in front of them. Shaking with nerves, I walk to the couch and sit down, crossing my legs. Usually, I would consider taking the opportunity to flash them my pussy, but I can tell they have something serious going on.

  I take another drink and look at them expectantly.

  “Our request for the Vultana has been granted,” Vrid tells me, his eyes gleaming.

  My heart leaps.

  “Really?” I squeal.

  “Really,” Vrid echoes. “The ceremony starts shortly.”

  “Will any other Klans be there?” I ask. Vrid looks to Kronk.

  “Yes,” Kronk answers. “There will be many, which is why we have something to discuss with you.”

  I lick my lips and try to contain my anxiety. “Okay.”

  Kronk comes and sits by my side, taking my hand in his much larger one. “The Vultana is an experience like no other. It is a tradition that has been handed down through generations since before the Great War on Earth.”

  I take a sip of mylenum and wait for him to continue.

  “Totiv have always been conquerors. Earth is not the first planet we’ve come across that needed aid. It’s also not the first planet Totiv harvested females from.”

  “As we hinted at before, the Vultana is sacred. It is the way for our superiors to determine if we get to keep you or not,” Ryx adds.

  “You mean, they could take me away from you?” I question, my heart stuttering at the thought.

  Vrid nods. “They could.”

  “But-But I’ve been brought up my whole life to be a mate for you. Why would they take me away?” I set my cup on a table next to the couch and scoot onto Kronk’s lap, needing his warmth.

  “Totiv are known for many things,” Kronk murmurs, rubbing a hand up and down my spine. “Discipline and control are of the utmost importance.”

  “Well, what does that have to do with me?” I ask, not following where he’s going with this.

  Kronk sighs. “Even though we won you, should we fail to prove our control over you, they might deem us defective and send you to the slave houses.”

  “You mean, I’d end up like Poo?”

  Kronk nods.

  There’s no way in fucking hell I would fuck this up. I’ve been waiting for this my whole life. I’d do anything to stay with them. “So, what do you need from me?”

  Kronk looks at Vrid, who explains, “We are an aggressive race, Carmen, and as such, we need to show our dominance, demonstrate to the board that we can control you.”

  “He’s right,” Ryx chimes in. “During the ceremony, we are going to say things to you we don’t mean, hurtful things, to show our dominance. We are going to use your body as a plaything, a toy for our own pleasure, and you will have to allow it.”

  A wave of nerves has my body trembling. “Wha-What will you do to me?”

  “Fuck you,” Ryx states with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Claim you. Strip you bare and stuff our cocks down all your holes while we mark your body with our blood.”

  Fuck, that dirty talk makes my pussy clench and my nipples tighten. “Okay, so...are you going to tell me something I don’t want to hear? Because everything you just mentioned sounds hot as fuck.”

  For once my forwardness elicits no reaction from the guys, which worries me. “Well, this is where things get a little...off,” Vrid hedges. “The Totiv also enjoy fear, we can smell it in the air, taste it in the blood of our victims.”

  “What Vrid is trying to say is that we need you to fight back. Pretend you don’t want our advances. Scream. Cry. Allow us to manhandle you, prove we can control the wild Harvest Girl everyone is talking about.”

  “Who is talking about me?” I ask, my voice shaking more than I’d like.

  “Everyone in Lorenthis,” Ryx replies. “I went out for supplies last night once you’d fallen asleep, and was bombarded with questions about the Harvest Girl who drugged her guards, escaped her Harvest House, then fled to some party where she was caught vekking a couple of boys.”

  My cheeks heat under their stares. How did they find that out?

  “You...know about that?”

  Ryx’s lips twitch. “We do now, and we plan on punishing you for your...indiscretions. After the Vultana is over, we shall discipline you, Carmen. Your pussy is ours. No one else’s. Seems we need to remind you of that.” My breath hitches and my body tingles as I imagine how Ryx might punish me.

  “It seems you have a proclivity for trouble, little one,” Kronk adds, interrupting my thoughts. “And we need to prove our Klan can handle you. You have a reputation, but so do we. One we intend to uphold.”

  “So...you need me to be a bad girl?” I rasp, biting my lip.

  Kronk’s eyes heat. “Yes. A very bad girl.”

  16

  Carmen

  I can’t even eat the small meal Vrid made for me. I’m so fucking nervous. And why shouldn’t I be? The Klan basically told me they were going to scare me, harm me, and use me, and it was going to be done in front of other Klans.

  I’m no prude, far from it, but I sensed the worry in their voices when they explained what was going to happen. I leave the guys shortly after, needing some alone time to think, and head up to the room I’d slept in last night.

  Deciding sitting on my bed would do me no good, I go into the bathroom and attempt to figure out how to work the shower. The bright stone walls feel so stark and cold, when just yesterday they felt welcoming.

  Slipping the nightgown from my shoulders, I step inside and begin to fiddle with the various buttons and switches. It takes me twenty-seven million tries, but I eventually figure out how to get the fucking water on where it isn’t freezing or set on ‘pressure washer.’ I let out a groan as I step into the water spray. It feels nice to wash and get lost in the hot water and steam. So much has happened, this is just what I need to clear my mind.

  As the water cascades over my body, I close my eyes and the conversation I had with my Klan plays over and over in my head.

  Dominance.

  Control.

  Punishment.

  A huge part of me is turned the fuck on. I’ve always fantasised about what it would be like to be with a man and have no control. I’ve watched situations just like this on Gern’s computer before. The fucker has tons of porn stored on there.

  I’d be lying if I said I’m not intrigued, because I am. Something about handing control over to the Klan makes my pussy clench and my nipples harden. But I’m never out of control. I think that’s what’s freaking me out a bit, because once we start the Vultana, I can’t turn back. Not that I think I would ever want to, but the choice won’t be there for me anymore. That’s as exciting as it is terrifying.

  My whole life has been one big scheduled event in which I knew exactly what was going to happen every moment of every day. It was predictable and I think I found some security in that. But here? It’s a whirlwind. I have freedom...kinda. I don’t know what’s going to happen an hour from now, or even a minute. One second I was riding some frat boy like a fucking cowgirl, and the next I was strapped to a pole, watching alien warriors fight to win me.

  It’s just a little overwhelming.

  But I really like the Klan, I mean really like, and I can tell I affect the guys as much as they do me.

  So what the fuck am I so hung up about?

  “Ugh,” I groan, attempting to find some soap. All the alien buttons look the same, so I just start pressing random ones, an
d suddenly the shower starts attacking me with jet sprays from all directions. I shriek as I fall on my ass and crawl into a corner. Tears begin to fall from my eyes, and I curl my legs up against my chest.

  I have my moment, letting my emotions drip down my face along with the water, but I quickly pull myself together as a fierce sense of resolve hits me. I’m fucking Carmen of the Harvest Girls. The Klan mentioned that other Klans are aware of my reputation back on Earth. The Totiv know what a badass I am.

  How fucking cool is that?

  I won’t let some bloody ceremony deprive me of my enjoyment. If the Klan needs to take me hard, needs me to scream out and fight back, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do. The board of superiors will not be taking me from my Klan.

  Not today.

  Not ever.

  My hair dries into soft waves down my back, which blows in the wind as my Klan leads me through the center of town. The collar around my neck restricts my breath enough to cause me a bit of anxiety. I would give them control of my body, but my breathing is another story.

  The Klan is dressed in black uniforms, similar to what they wore the day they won me, complete with black sashes across their chests. Fuck, they look so hot. I mean...who doesn’t love a guy in uniform?

  Xal tugs on the leash and I stumble down the paved road. Rows of aliens line the streets, watching us like some fucked up parade. I could see the lust in the eyes of the unmated Klans, staring as I’m flaunted in this revealing outfit.

  I don’t know what the material is, it’s not anything I’ve come across before on Earth, but the outfit basically looks like it’s painted on my skin, dipping into every crevice of my body, leaving nothing to the imagination. The top of the white ensemble reminds me of a dress we might wear back home. It has two straps that wrap over my shoulders. The material narrows as it covers my chest, barely covering my nipples, then connect again just above my groin.

  Talk about low cut.

  The back mimics the front, meeting just above my ass crack, leaving my spine bare. The bottoms are also skintight, reminding me of a thong. The thin material runs down my ass crack, causing a fierce wedgie to form. The desire to pick it out is almost overwhelming. Not that I could with these fucking cuffs on my wrists again. The front of the panties type thing hardly covers me, just wide enough to cover my slit and meet the top part of the outfit.

  I can feel my cheeks jiggle as I stagger down the road, my little legs barely able to keep up with the long strides of my huge Klan. Normally, I would eat up the attention from the crowd, playing it up, but I can sense how serious this is and I remember their talk this morning, so I put on an act. I glance up at them, trying to get even just a comforting look, but they are all business. From the moment we left home, they became something other than who I know. They told me this would happen, that it was all for show, but the fear slowly growing inside me is real nonetheless.

  Kronk snatches the leash from Xal and pulls me along beside him. His free hand wraps around the back of my neck, where he gives me a firm squeeze. I think he’s trying to give me comfort, but I don’t react. Not with all these eyes watching our every move.

  Kronk veers to the left as we come to an intersection. A colosseum of sorts looms ahead of us. Great pillars surround the giant structure, stretching to the sky like skeletal fingers, made up of a silvery stone with streaks of black, which makes it even more striking. The building is towering and frankly terrifying. It has an air around it, one that’s seeping into the ground and then into me. It feels...holy of sorts, like I’m going to church, but here it means something so much worse than just pretending to sing along to hymns. I can hear the stomping and cheering of a large crowd as we draw near. And that’s when I hear the first scream.

  A human scream.

  A girl.

  Just like me.

  That fear inside me grows deeper as her cries grow louder and I start to struggle against Kronk’s grip. Ryx steps up to my other side and threads his fingers through my hair, holding me still, the harsh movement making me hiss. I know this act is part of the show, but the pain is real.

  I try to channel my inner kinky Carmen and let the pain fuel my lust. I want the Klan, and I’ll do whatever they need so they can keep me.

  Vrid moves in front of me, his large form blocking my view as Xal slides in behind me. I can feel his breath on my neck. I yelp when he lands a slap on my ass.

  “What the fuck, Xal? Gotta wait until a girl is restrained by two giant aliens before spanking her?”

  “Watch. Your. Mouth,” he grits out low and slow. His words are ominous. Hell, this might even be the first thing he’s ever said to me.

  But I’m a smartass by heart and respond, “Why? Will it do tricks?”

  Ryx’s fingers tighten in my hair and I wince, hunching my shoulders to alleviate some of the pressure. The girl’s screams ring out again, followed by a roar of cheers from those watching.

  Kronk and Ryx keep a firm grip on me as they lead me into the complex. It’s open to the air, the suns from Oxious shining high in the sky, lighting up a stage below. Vrid begins to descend the stone stairs as Kronk follows behind him, tugging me along by the leash attached to my collar. Ryx lets go of my hair as he steps behind me. I don’t pay the crowd any attention, ignoring the jeers thrown in my direction. The comments are vile, leaving a foul taste in my mouth.

  Vrid leads us to the bottom row and we file in beside him. It takes a moment for me to really view what’s happening on the stage. I can’t quite see the whole scene, but from the naked alien ass I see with his swishing tail and the cries and moans from the girl I heard screaming, I can guess what’s happening.

  A Vultana.

  I avert my gaze, not wanting to watch what’s happening, not wanting to know my fate. For once in my life, I’ll just be surprised, let the anticipation heighten my experience.

  I close my eyes and recite songs in my head to try and pass the time, squirming in my seat as this damn material rides farther up my ass. I don’t know how long it’s been since they finished before I hear a booming voice sound. His words rouse cheering from the audience, but I pay them no mind until I hear, “Klan Marix, take your place before the board.”

  My eyes shoot open as Kronk stands, tugging me along by my throat. I throw him a scathing look, which he doesn’t see as the Klan moves to stand in front of a raised table I didn’t notice when we first walked in.

  An aged-looking Totiv gazes down upon me. Scars mar his face and one eye is milky, providing a stark contrast to his dark one. His sneer could melt wax from a candle and all I want to do is cower. But I don’t. I raise my chin defiantly and dare him to make me succumb to the wrath I see shining in his eye.

  “Klan Marix,” he begins, “is it your wish to complete the Vultana with the human female known as...Carmen?” He pauses before he says my name, giving it more drama than it needed. Whispers ring out in the crowd, and snippets of conversation reach my ears, talking about the alien girl who pulled one over on her guards and escaped her Harvest House.

  Damn fucking right I did.

  “It is,” my Klan declares in unison, even Xal speaks.

  “And Carmen,” the board member addresses me, “do you freely give yourself, mind and body, to Klan Marix?”

  “I do.” My reply is loud and clear, making sure there is no way that fucker could misinterpret my words.

  “Then prove to the board you can control this human.” His gaze moves from me to them, ensuring complete attention. “Claim her before the Totiv gathered here today. If we find your dominance over her to be to our satisfaction, you will be given our blessing and bestowed with a Vultana collar, signifying she is yours.”

  I shift on my feet uncomfortably as my rapidly beating heart tries to escape from my chest. Sweat drips down my spine as a cold shiver races through me.

  “If you fail to prove your control, if we deem her faulty, she will either be given to the slave house or...” He looks upon the crowd. “Taken to the fo
rests, where all unmated Klans can hunt her down for their own use.”

  My body stiffens at his declaration as the audience erupts in cheers.

  The board member sneers down at me. “Do you, Klan Marix, agree to our terms?”

  “We do.”

  He sits back down. “Then by all means, begin.”

  Someone unclips my wrists a moment before Kronk yanks hard on my leash, making me fall to my knees beside him. “Crawl for us human,” he sneers. “Crawl up those fucking stairs like the animal you are.” I know he’s told me his words are just for show, but the look on his face tells me otherwise. I try and remember what they told me, what they needed from me.

  Fight them.

  Make them force me to submit.

  “Fuck you,” I hiss.

  Kronk sinks to a knee beside me, yanking the leash to hold my head up. “With pleasure, but first, you crawl.” Kronk takes the loose end of the leash and slaps it against my ass. I shriek as burning pain sears through my cheek. “Crawl,” he growls, before landing another lash on my ass.

  “Crawl up those steps before I strip you bare and show the rest of the Klans what a human’s cunt looks like,” Ryx snarls.

  Fine. He wants me to crawl, I’ll fucking crawl.

  I glare at Ryx, his eyes heating as I begin to ascend the stairs. While my ass was being whipped with the leash, Vrid and Xal must have gone up before me, because they stand at the top, side by side, a gorgeous and ominous sight.