Captured: The Xandari Chronicles (Book One) (Dark Sci-Fi Romance)

by Raven Dark

  I put my head back on a bolt of anger. “How does muzzling a woman like a pet keep anyone safe? Safe from what? My rapier wit?”

  I was babbling again, showing my fear.

  “Rosht.” Malek’s curse shook with surprise. “She just can’t stop her tongue wagging, can she?”

  Raul stroked my hair, making a low, amused sound in his throat. “The muzzle is to keep new, mouthy slaves from getting into trouble. It keeps us from having to do this.”

  He paused, then gave my ass a single, hard, burning swat.

  I cried out, jolting, almost falling to my knees. He gripped my hair until I had my balance again. Then he stalked in front of me.

  Raul put his hands behind his back, his jaw set. “Why did you throw the muzzle away?”

  I sighed, trying to work out the best way to respond. The best I could do was give him a time honored, age old response passed down from generation to generation on Earth. One undermined only slightly by the fact that my voice came out way too high.

  “It…seemed like a good idea at the time.”

  It was Z’pheer’s turn to laugh, a deep, resonant sound that carried warning.

  Raul’s brow quirked. “It seemed like a good idea, did it?” He looked at the ceiling for a moment, and I got the feeling he was trying to figure me out. Thinking how next to proceed.

  The alien had no idea how to deal with me. The thought sent a bolt of pleasure though me. The idea that these three brutal, alien barbarians were completely flummoxed by an eighteen-year-old girl, half their size, was beyond hilarious.

  “We will see how good an idea it feels to you soon enough.” Raul seized my arm in a very not hilarious way and yanked me over to the blankets closest to him. “Turn around and get on your knees.”

  I let my eyes close, trying to get a handle on my breathing. It took everything I had to turn my back to him and then drop slowly to my knees.

  Malek and Z’pheer closed in so that they towered over me, Malek in front, Z’pheer to my left.

  With my ass bared to them and in such a vulnerable position, my alien captors seemed suddenly gigantic and superhuman. I felt as fragile as glass.

  In a million years I never would have imagined something like this. Most girls dreamed of a single man wanting them so badly that he’d do anything for them, but here, there were three men ridiculously hard and all looking at me like I was sex on legs.

  My pussy clenched while my mind raced with growing panic.

  Malek stepped forward and knelt in front of me, stealing my focus. I felt Raul kneeling behind me, and Malek pushed my shoulders back until I leaned against Raul’s chest. Behind Malek, Z’pheer’s eyes were riveted to me, his fist slowly stroking his hard cock.

  “What—” I cut myself off. Malek slowly slid his fingers between my legs, stroking my pussy, long, playful strokes.

  I whimpered and jolted, twisting, but Raul’s fingers cupped my jaw, raising it up and pinning me against him.

  Malek’s fingers slid away, and I squirmed, cursing the loss.

  “We are going to play a game, nayna.” Raul’s mouth brushed my ear. “We are going to see how long you can go without coming. If you come, we’ll make you wish you hadn’t.”

  My heart raced in my ears. “I…how…” I didn’t know how to ask the question.

  “How will we make you want to come?” Malek’s voice was elegant silk. Silk over steel. “Any way we choose.”

  I swallowed, my chest heaving. My nipples pointed at the ceiling, my pussy aching. There was more to it. There had to be, if this was supposed to be a punishment for something as serious as what I’d done.

  Malek shifted closer to me. His palms glided over my breasts, fingers rolling the nipples. My back arched, half trying to evade him, half pushing toward him. Raul’s hand tightened on my jaw.

  One of Malek’s hands went down between my legs and his fingers stroked my clit, agonizingly slow. His other massaged my breasts and rolled my nipples some more.

  I mewled and wriggled, the sensations driving me mad.

  Malek’s fingers tapped my clit several times. My mouth fell open and my hips tried to rock. Raul’s other hand gripped my hip, holding it still. Malek continued to tap, increasing the speed.

  “Ah…oh, shit…”

  “Stop moving.” Malek. He squeezed my hip.

  I froze. He stopped tapping for a few seconds. The orgasm began to ebb, and he started again.

  That’s when Raul’s hand covered my mouth… and my damn nose.

  Oh, God, this again!

  Terror, not just fear but real terror, gripped me. I huffed into his palm, trying to scream. Malek’s fingers tapped faster, and the sensations made me thrash. My head started to go light, and I thrashed harder. I clawed at Raul’s hand.

  He removed his palm from my face.

  I heaved huge breaths. “Why…why did you do that!”

  He yanked my hands behind my back, holding them both in one grip.

  Malek had stopped playing with my clit, but now his palms were massaging my breasts again. My nipples were as hard as rocks.

  “Everything you are, everything you have is ours, Raul answered. “Your body. Your mind. Every breath. You think, you walk, you talk, you breathe, because we allow it.”

  Oh God. His words scared me, but they also turned me the hell on.

  Malek’s fingers stroked my core, gliding along my clit each time. The sensations catapulted me toward heaven, and I let out a high keening sound.

  Raul’s hand went around my throat. It tightened like a fucking noose.

  “Relax, nayna. Control your fear. Control the urge to breathe. You will breathe again. When I let you.”

  How the hell could I do that? But somehow I did. My body went slack against him, and I counted, holding the air in, trying to push down the urge to suck in air that wouldn’t come. Lightness swam through my head. Malek was still stroking my clit, and somehow the dizziness turned weirdly euphoric.

  Raul’s hand loosened.

  I heaved air. Through the haze that fell over me, I finally noticed Z’pheer. He was still behind Malek. And he was still jacking off, stroking himself faster.

  He stopped and strode over to stand beside me. “She looks so perfect like that, Raul. I need her mouth.” His voice was horse.

  “Wait a minute, Z’pheer.” Malek’s voice pulled me from the brink. “Raul, lift her up. I want to eat her.”

  Wait…eat me?

  Raul pulled me up enough for Malek to grab my legs, then sat me down again. Malek put my legs over his shoulders and lay on his stomach.

  Oh…shit…

  His head dove between my legs, making me squeal. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but he only spread my knees with his strong hands and his tongue raked over my clit.

  Oh my God. Never had I had anyone go down on me before.

  I cried out. I thrust my hips up, but Malek pinned them down. His tongue teased my folds.

  A hot wet mouth on my pussy, pulling and sucking on my clit… I had no idea this would feel so fucking mind blowing. There was no way I’d be able to hold back an orgasm.

  “No coming, Vahashatai,” Raul growled in my ear. I heard Z’pheer chuckle beside me.

  I huffed and froze. Malek moaned and lapped at my clit, making me mewl. These aliens were determined to drive me out of my mind.

  Raul turned my head toward Z’pheer’s waiting cock, hard and hovering at my lips.

  “Open,” Raul ordered.

  I must have obeyed, because next thing I knew, Z’pheer has his cock between my lips.

  “You know how this works,” Malek growled lifting his head long enough to make sure my mouth was doing what it was supposed to. “Use that pretty mouth the way it’s meant to be used.”

  I groaned and tried to turn my head away, but Raul held my chin in place. My lips closed around Z’pheer’s cock, sucking, tongue licking as if it weren’t mine.

  Malek went back to his work, his magic tongue teasing and flicking my
clit slowly.

  I bucked, nearly coming.

  Z’pheer pulled out. Malek lifted his eyes to mine until I stilled. Then his tongue went at it again.

  I spiraled high and hard toward a climax.

  Raul slapped one of my breasts hard enough to jolt me. “Stop.”

  I stopped. My whole body quaked.

  Fuck me, I was beginning to see how this was a punishment and sooo not a fun game. I wanted to come so fucking bad I’d have died to go over the edge just once.

  Z’pheer slid his cock between my lips again. He smiled at my frustration and moaned when I sucked him.

  He stopped.

  Raul’s hand slid over my throat again, closing tight. Again, I pushed myself to relax, and controlled the urge to suck in air, my back bending.

  Malek had stopped licking me, but now started up again. Once more, the euphoria came, pounding through my head like a drug.

  “Relax,” Raul whispered. “You’ll breathe when I let you.”

  It seemed to take forever before his hand loosened.

  Z’pheer groaned when his cock was back in my mouth again. Malek alternated between sucking on my clit and lashing with his tongue. I sucked and licked at Zpheer’s cock as if my life depended on it. Perhaps it did. Z’pheer growled in pleasure, thrusting in and out.

  Raul rubbed my throat. “So perfect,” he rasped. “So perfect, waiting for me to give you what you need.”

  I whimpered helplessly. Malek kept stopping his torment on my clit, just long enough to steal the orgasm away.

  “What do you say when your V’ir gives you want you need?” Raul demanded.

  Z’pheer pulled out so that I could answer.

  I swallowed. Right then, I would have walked over hot coals for them. They had me. They owned me, mind, body and goddamned soul.

  “Thank…thank you, V’irs.”

  “Listen to that.” Malek rewarded me with a few strokes on my clit. “That’s what we want to hear. Gratitude from our little shleta.”

  Oh, fuck, I hated them. I hated them, and I hated that I wanted them so badly I was ready to do anything they said, no matter how debasing. They were my drug, and I was addicted.

  Raul released my throat and my arms. Malek got up and backed away, along with Z’pheer.

  New fears took root, awareness of my fate sinking in even before Raul spun me onto my stomach, went around me, and knelt between my legs.

  He pushed me up onto my knees so that I was on all fours.

  I wailed, half panic, half need. The last time Raul had done this, he’d been brutal, almost too much to take.

  Raul’s cock slid through my folds. He hummed in pleasure and thrust himself deep.

  I cried out. My hands clawed at the dirt.

  Like last time, Raul didn’t wait for me to acclimate. He thrust in and out, hard violent thrusts that commanded total submission. I whimpered and tried to close my legs, to escape the ecstasy spiraling me toward rapture. He grabbed my hips and thrust harder.

  “Do not fight this, nayna. Let me take what is mine.”

  Oh my God, was he trying to kill me?

  “Fuck, you barbarian assholes!”

  “Go ahead and insult us.” Raul gripped my chin, yanked it back and pounded me. “It just makes us want you more.” His voice was rough and dark with hunger.

  I heard Malek and Z’pheer on either side of me, panting and pumping their slick cocks. The sound alone almost made me come.

  Raul grunted and gave me a handful of thrusts. He pulled out before I went over the edge. He pumped himself, panting, painting my back with his come.

  Marking what was his.

  “Z’pheer, your turn,” he huffed. I heard him stand up.

  Humiliation and rage scalded my insides. I couldn’t believe I’d let myself almost get off on him only for him to talk about me like some alien slut to be passed around among his men.

  I tried to scramble away before Malek or Z’pheer could take what was left of my soul and shatter it.

  Z’pheer was between my legs, caging me in his arms from behind, his chest pressing into my back

  “You can take it, ra alia,” he purred. “Be nice to me, and I’ll be nice to you.”

  I sobbed.

  He soaked his cock with my slicked sex and slid slowly into me, his arm around my shoulders from behind, holding me in place. I panted and deflated, hoping he’d keep his promise.

  “That’s it, ra alia. Take what we give you like a good girl.” He slid slowly in and out, licking and sucking on my shoulder.

  Jesus Christ, he was hot.

  “Oh, God…”

  He hummed in approve and took my chin, licking hotly at my mouth. I devoured the kiss and hated myself for it. I bit his lip, and he drew back with a chuckle.

  He sat up and plunged in and out of me fast and hard. My fingers clawed at the dirt and I bucked wildly.

  Again, seconds before I went over the edge, he pulled out and came all over my back, just as Raul had.

  Awareness of what I’d just done—that I’d actively tried to come on his cock—speared me with shame. Again, I tried to crawl away.

  “Where are you going, shleta?” Malek seized my ankle, dragging me back to him, kneeling behind me where Z’pheer had been. “We’re not even close to being done with you.”

  With a curse, I tried to kick him. Malek pushed my feet apart, wrapped my hair around his fist, and pulled my head all the way back. Giving him control and leaving me no way to escape.

  He slicked his cock with my juices and thrust in, driving deep with a growl.

  I moaned in ecstasy. Malek fucked me hard and fast, grunting his pleasure. I bucked and kicked like a fucking mule. I didn’t see Raul, but I could hear his panting, hear him pumping his cock.

  The hopelessness of the situation was impossible to ignore. I was theirs to use as they saw fit, and my torment would end when they allowed it, not a minute before. I sobbed, almost coming apart on another orgasm at the thought and hating myself a little more.

  Malek let out a long string of what sounded like filthy names for me, pulled my hair harder, and fucked me savagely.

  “Oh, fuck, yes. Pretty little shleta, we’re going to enjoy you all… fucking… night.”

  I howled in rage and need. Malek roared and pulled out, painting me with come.

  “Please…please…” Sopping wet on all fours and crying, I didn’t even know what I was asking for.

  Raul grabbed a handful of my hair, leaning over me and humming with approval. “She is a little whore, isn’t she?”

  So that’s what the word shleta meant. Shame twisted through me, mixing with need, feeding off it like a vampire off blood.

  Z’pheer chuckled with delight, and Malek made a sound in agreement.

  Raul released my hair. “Spread your legs, whore.”

  Shit, I hated him so much.

  I spread my legs, panting.

  Raul dropped between them and slid his hands over my back, up to my shoulders, gripping them. “You want to come?”

  I nodded mutely and sniffled.

  His grip tightened. His cock brushed my core. “You want to come? Tell your V’ir how much you want to come, whore.”

  “You asshole…

  He slapped my ass hard, making me cry out. “What was that?”

  “I want to come, V’ir.” My voice came out small and desperate, and shaking with humiliation. “I want to come.”

  Raul hammered into me. He let out more curses, pounding mercilessly. His fingers strummed my clit from behind, fast, commanding strokes.

  “Come, nayna.”

  Come, slave.

  I catapulted over the edge, thrashing and screaming.

  Raul fucked me like an animal, pounding himself to a wild release. This time, he didn’t pull out. This time he filled me with his seed.

  Driving home his authority, his dominance, his control with every hot, slick drop.

  He leaned over me, his chest heaving against my back. His mouth
brushed my ear. “Nayna. Sweet, foul-mouthed, defiant little nayna.” He bushed my hair back. “I trust you’ve learned your lesson. This is your life, and we’re never letting you go. We own you.” I gave a single, broken sob. He licked my ear. “You defy any one of us again, and next time, we’ll rip you apart like a pack of wild dogs.”

  He released me almost roughly and stood up. “Someone clean her up and put her to bed.” His voice was pitiless, without remorse.

  I felt the first crack in my armor then. A small one, but it was there, cutting my heart like a jagged piece of glass. I wanted to fall apart, but some stubborn part of me wouldn’t allow such weakness.

  I collapsed on the bedroll in a heap, trying desperately to shut down, to fade into a dark place where he, where no one else, could reach me.

  No such luck.

  I heard one of the packs being opened, and then Malek said something to Raul I didn’t catch while he wiped my back and ass down with a cloth. Then he pulled me to my feet and scooped me into his arms, draping me across them like the barbarian he was. He laid me on a soft bed near one of the walls—his, I assumed—and planted a kiss on my bare shoulder. I shivered and shrank from him.

  His mouth curved into a smile against my skin. “Sleep well, my little shleta.”

  And just like that, he was gone.

  Three male voices drifted through my worn and broken consciousness, voices whose words I didn’t hear, and whose satisfaction ate at my soul like poison.

  I guess that’s when it hit me.

  There was no going home, there was no escape. Raul’s words had gotten into my head. He was right—this right here, was my life. Hopelessness seized me, hard and unrelenting. Suddenly, it felt like I was staring into the very heart of darkness, a blackened heart that would never cease its savage beat.

  I didn’t scream, I didn’t cry, and I didn’t kill them, no matter how much I wanted to. Instead, my heart flew apart inside my chest, and I fell secretly and silently apart.

  I broke because of what they were. Because of what they’d done. Because of what I’d become. But most of all, I fell apart because this unforgivable night had finally driven home a single, inescapable truth.