The party continues. Borsten’s guests are unperturbed by either my spanking or my extraction. Brax holds my arm and escorts me at a brisk pace through the parting crowd. The shame of my situation hangs heavy around me, but I refuse to cry or beg for clemency. One thing I’ve learned is how to make the best of life. I never thought I would escape the overbearing Tyan, but I did. I discovered I can take care of myself. Brax can only do so much; even extraction contracts have limits.
As we reach the exit, I lift my head and twist out of Brax’s grasp. I wave my arm and shout over the hubbub, “Bye, everyone, thanks for the good time.”
We step out into the icy night and I shiver with both the cold and a foreboding sense of dread. In the distance, the green gases of the nebula light up the sky. Somewhere in the middle of the cloud is my home planet. Brax follows my stargazing.
“Not there,” he says. He pivots and points to another brighter constellation. I recognize it. My heart sinks. Brax isn’t just one of the many humanoid species scattered across the galaxy, he’s a DEEman. Brax is from the planet Helle.
What chance do I, a weak human, have against a DEEman? None. Designed, engineered, and enhanced—the three elements that make a DEEman the ultimate fighting and fucking machine. What he was before they altered him, I don’t know. It no longer matters. He’s probably forgotten or had his memories wiped.
I’m in trouble. Big trouble.
* * *
He fits a teleport bracelet around my wrist. The weight of it drags my hand down to my side. I should feel excited about traveling, I usually do, but this time is different. I’m not a willing passenger and the band is more like a shackle than a device. He flicks it on.
“We’re going right now?” I exclaim. “What about my things?”
“Your friend can take care of them. Where you’re going you won’t need things.” He activates his bracelet and it starts to glow.
Anger displaces fear. Each new emotion is stronger than the last. It’s easy to snarl when you’re angry. “I’m not going—”
He snaps his head up and glares at me. My rage shrivels as quickly as it erupted.
“From now on I decide what you need,” he says firmly.
Both of our bracelets are flashing in sync. I’m trembling, battling the rising sense of panic.
The hard lines on his face soften. Now he looks extraordinarily tempting for the first time. I cut this rogue thought dead in my mind. He may want me like that, but I’m not for the taking, at least not that easily, I hope. However, my submissive tendencies are caged by weak forces and are easily opened by the right kind of man. On Oparian Prime I’d been isolated from these men.
He presses his wristband against mine. “It’s okay, I’m not going to harm you,” he says, pitching his voice lower. “But don’t fight me, Kleo. You’ll not win.”
I hear a buzzing. My skin starts to prickle and my vision blurs. I’ve done this many times before, but it doesn’t get any easier. Darkness plucks me out of the light and I’m moving, spinning into the distance.
We land next to each other with the bracelets still locked together. I sway and grab hold of his arm. I feel the muscles hidden under his sleeve, the layers of sinews that run beneath the skin. He’s everything I expect from his kind: strong and primed for fighting and fucking.
The bright lights make my eyes water. I’ve been sucked through dark space, through the hidden tubes that crisscross this sector of the galaxy, and then spat out someplace else. Teleporting is vicious but at least it is reliable. Gradually, I become aware of the room we’re standing in.
There is no furniture, no decorations, not even a window, just four doors. This is an atrium.
“Where am I?” My voice bounces off the bare, metallic walls.
“My facility.”
A facility! The definition doesn’t bode well for me. It sounds like prison, not a home. I let go of his arm and reach for the teleport device, hoping to reverse the journey. But, he’s faster than me and deactivates it.
“I’ll take that, shall I?” He removes it and then the one on his wrist.
“You can’t keep me here.” I step backward, widening the gap between us until in one sweep of my gaze I see all of him—from the spikes of his dyed hair to his boots. The physique of a DEEman: impressive and powerful.
While his hair is in the light, the line of his eyebrows, which slowly rise, hoods his eyes. “I can. Under the terms of the contract, I own you. You’re mine. I can punish you when you disobey me and reward you when you’re good. I will decide what you need and when.” His lip curls slightly upward. “An extraction contract gives me plenty of scope to bring you back into line.”
He circles me. If he uses force, I can’t stop him; he’s already made his point by spanking me in public.
“How long must I—”
“Hush,” he growls. “There are rules. If you want to ask a question, you ask permission first. If you want to eat, you ask. Sleep, you ask.”
“And if I have an itch,” I retort. Immediately I regret the backchat.
“Let’s cool things down. You’re upset. I can see that. So think hard. Do you really want to answer me back?” Brax looms over me. He’s a fearless alien and I’m no match for him.
“I regret... what I said,” I say through gritted teeth.
He sighs. “No, you don’t.”
“Fine, I don’t.”
“Then I’m going to teach you to behave. Like it or not, Kleo Nikara, you’re here for the duration and you know what extraction entails. You were warned in the messages you chose to ignore. Let’s cut to the heart of the matter. I am going to fuck you. It’s what you need.”
I should despise him, but something isn’t right. I’m aroused rather than horrified or scared. I can feel it in my nipples, the way they pinch as if in pincers. There are flutters in my belly and my clit is tingling. He folds his arms across his chest and pins me down with steely eyes. He’s transmitting his alpha signals with practiced ease and I’m caving into them.
“I was going to let you rest up,” he says softly. “But, now, I’m going to begin your rehabilitation, right here. Let’s start with your clothes. Remove them.”
His stern voice is mesmerizing because he’s trained it to be so and I obey because my brain is wired to do so. Only a few minutes have passed since we arrived at his facility and I’m reverting, losing those foreign ways my guardian would detest and not just Tyan, but all his people.
I peel the dress away from my shoulders, over my firm breasts and down past my hips. I wriggle out of it and leave it in a heap on the floor. The panties are my only protection now.
He smiles. “Better. But you’re eyeballing me, naughty girl. Lower them to the floor.”
Demure females don’t look at their alphas. The lessons come back to me. I look at his boots.
“Slip out of those panties.” He’s so close I can feel his breath on the back of my neck.
The gusset is saturated—aliens in particular set me on fire. I’m supposed to respond to them without thinking and the reaction goes beyond my brain and into my core, my liquefied pussy. I’m about to expose my intimate desires by letting him see my naked body.
I stretch the waistband over my bottom and slide them down to my ankles. After I’ve kicked off my sandals, I lift each leg out and drop the panties on top of the dress. Liquid trickles down my legs and drips onto the floor, and I chew on my lower lip in a bid to appear coy. The honeyed dew is a symptom of my natural desires. Once begun by the forces of nature, I can’t stop it.
He steps back. My focus remains on his black boots. I daren’t shift my eyes higher.
“Fuck, Kleo. You could please any alpha in the galaxy.” He chuckles, delighted with his discovery. “You’re human. I can’t believe it. The Nachev are training humans to be surrogate mates.”
I clench my hands into fists. The shame of it. Nobody on Oparian Prime has recognized my bloodline just by looking at me, but Brax has insider knowledge.
/> He whistles with delight. “You’ve been trained to fuck the elite of the Chorion Nebula. You kept your true identity a secret, didn’t you?” he asks. But he’s probably known all along what I am and why I exist. I am human and descended from those unfortunates who were kidnapped from their home planet so long ago, our ancestry has been wiped from the records.
I nod, hoping he won’t mention my vulnerabilities and remember I have feelings, too. The humiliation is nearly unbearable—the rest of the galaxy see humans as slaves. “Tyan took me from a camp when I reached adulthood. He has a contract that states he is my guardian. His interest in me only extends as far as his ambitions—mating. He created a foundation of lies that imply I am like a daughter to him. I want to pick my own mate.”
“I knew it.” He thumps his fist into his palm. “The Nachev train female humans to have heightened sexual arousal and who are orgasm-dependent so that they can trade them. You’ve only have one purpose—to be an alpha’s mate. Why wonder you have a contract out on your ass. This isn’t a simple case of absconding.” He tips my chin up. “Look at me.”
The orgasm part annoys me—I’m not that pathetic. I slowly peer upward.
His face is flushed with excitement. “You can’t keep it a secret from me, Kleo. You’re everything I desire in a female. You know it.”
My inner thighs are welded together, hiding my smooth sex mound and slit. I shiver, but not with the cold. He’s hit so many of my buttons and in minutes, unlocked my suppressed desires. We’re going to have sex, it’s inevitable, and my programming states I have to.
He trails his fingers down my neck and along my shoulders. I gasp at his tender touch. “They never knew.” I swallow the bitterness of my guilt and it tastes acrid. “Those men I fucked on Oparian Prime, they didn’t guess.”
“But you baited them.”
I raise my eyebrows—how did he know?
“Before you arrived at Borsten’s, I asked around. One man in particular is very smitten with you. You fucked Pheon eleven times, then left him. Cruel girl. I’m going to punish you for that. I have ways to punish you that will help you remember that you submit only to alphas. You should never have gone to Oparian Prime.”
I know that now. The sex tempted me out of my cage and I used it like a weapon to tease and taunt undeserving young men into my bed. They had no clue as to my power, but Brax does and he’s not going to lose control of me.
“Punish me,” I say meekly.
“I’m going to. I’m going to expunge every drop of the brat in you, just as the contract demands.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Kneel.” He points at a spot by his feet.
My nose ends up level with his thighs and the pole forming in his pants. I lick my lips. With the brisk actions of his fingers, he releases his fully erect cock and touches the head against my lower lip. I instinctively start to quiver, feeling the urge to come before he’s begun to fuck me. This hasn’t happened to me before. Never, ever have I given myself like this.
“Do you feel like a virgin again?” he asks quietly.
I stare upward at his wide chest and strong jaw. His hands are on his hips. What kind of symborg is Brax? How much is actually him and not something fused with his body?
“Yes,” I say simply.
He rocks forward, grabs my hair, and thrusts his cock into my mouth. Shocked, I stifle a splutter. The length of his shaft sits on my tongue and the head slips down my throat. Holding me there, he groans. My nose is against his pants and I hold my breath.
The buzz of energy he injects in me as he fucks my mouth is tremendous and with its arrival the residual fatigue of teleporting vanishes. I reach up to find his balls. His pants slip down his thighs and I cup two smooth sacs in my palms. As my head dips, I gently massage his balls. My education kicks in; I’m trained to service cocks. I tried on Opar Prime to be someone different. I’d gone there yearning for adventure and to forget that this part of me is what makes me special and valuable.
He withdraws and I tip my head back. My jaw aches from the effort of sucking. Taking deep breaths, I replenish my depleted lungs. His balls are still in my hands. As I circle them with my fingers, I feel something else between his sacs—a third, smaller one. It’s quarter of the size of the other two, but harder. I rub it between my fingers and thumb.
“Don’t,” he warns.
I pause. “Why, may I ask, sir?”
He snatches my wrist and moves my hand away. “It has a specific purpose. If you’re a bad, bad girl, you’ll find out exactly what it will do to you.”
Before I can ask another question, he stuffs his cock back in my gaping mouth and continues to fuck me until I’m struggling to breathe.
“That’s it, good girl. Remember you’re mine. Don’t fight it. Let me take control and you’ll find yourself again. I’m going to teach you how to fuck properly.”
I believe him. It doesn’t matter what I’ve done before and with whom. Brax is now my alpha.
“Come,” he growls.
As I suck his shaft, taste his cum shooting down my throat, I unleash a climax that I’d held back with sheer willpower. His cock drops out of my mouth as the spirals of contractions spin out of my pussy and into my tense belly, and beyond. My nipples shrink into hard pebbles and my breasts cramp. To my disbelief and shame, that orgasm needed no direct physical stimulation.
Soon, I guess, I’ll find out what they’ll be like when he does touch me, because he’s undressing.
What he uncovers transfixes me. Due to the constant stream of visitors to the Oparian System, I’ve seen all kinds of aliens: ones with horns, scales, and talons. Manzi with his forked tongue, which tickled my throat, even the four arms of Speo, who coiled me in his arms, have left little lasting impression on my libido compared to this man stripping off his clothes.
Brax has a purplish tinge to his bronze skin, almost two-toned and darker than many men I’ve met. There are thin tracks of scars and their symmetry implies they are surgical. The rest of his skin is smooth, hairless, and stretched taut over sinews and muscles. I usually crave sex daily. Based on his strapping physique, I’m certain Brax would demand far more from me than what I can provide. The realization both excites and scares me.
His cock springs up. The lengthy shaft curves inward and the veins pulsate along its surface. I register its entire size with wide eyes—too big surely to fit inside my slender channel. However that doubt doesn’t impede my imagination. I want to feel his rod push aside any resistance and occupy me fully. I clench my pussy at the thought of joining with him. The rebellious girl I thought I might unearth on Opar Prime is fading away fast.
His clothes form a heap next to mine. He steps over it, takes my hand, and strides toward a door. I have to run to keep up with him.
His voice echoes against the metallic walls. “Once you’ve been cleansed, I’m going to fuck you hard. First, you need to wash.”
I do. I also need to eat and sleep, but I guess he’s not interested in those needs of mine.
The bathroom curves into a central point and draining point. I’m standing in a vast basin.
“Stand in the middle.” He points to the designated spot and I wait there, nervous of both him and the distant sound of whooshing—the water is about to arrive. “Hold steady.”
“I can’t.” I mean it—my legs are shaking.
He purses his lip and cocks his head to one side. “Well, I guess I could do with a shower, too.” He ambles over and slips his hands underneath my armpits as if he’s going to hold me up. My legs are shaking so much. A flood of wetness bathes my inner thighs—it comes from within me—and unashamed of it, my heart thumps, bringing hot blood to my tingling sex. The temptation to reach forward and touch his erection is strong.
“Activate,” he commands.
A jet of water spurts up out of the floor between our legs. I jump, but Brax has his hands around my waist, keeping me in line.
“What—” I twist, hoping to wriggle free.
“Sorry,” I whisper. I don’t want another spanking.
I hear a whir of a mechanism. Spiraling up and out of the floor is a framework of pipes and jets and they form a cage around us. Each jet begins to spray warm water over our bodies. The top ones shower our heads, the rest hit my body according to the angle of the jet. I gasp for air as multiple showerheads bombard me from every direction. The water bounces off us and splashes on the floor before draining away. I try to move, but Brax pins me to the spot.
“Soap.” Another command from Brax. The water halts and in its place, foam bubbles out of the heads and shoots across the space. My skin is layered with white suds and they slide down my cleavage forming rivulets that cascade from my neck to my ankles.
Brax smiles. “You’re irresistible and exceptionally pretty. It’s been a while since my last contract, so if you don’t mind... We need to fuck.”
He scoops up a handful of soap and spreads it around my right breast. My nipples stiffen into painful stones. I tip my head back as he circles each breast with his palms. When he applies more pressure, my pussy clenches tighter. He skates his hands down my back and cups each of my ass cheeks. They still burn from my spanking. He trails one of his hands between my thighs and seeks out my slit and the folds guarding its entrance.
“Plump, aren’t they?” he notes with a wry expression. “Undisciplined girl.” He probes with his fingers and I grasp hold of his shoulders as I squirm.
“No, no,” I wail pathetically. It’s hopeless. He’s finding out I’m more than ready. The soap turns my skin into a slippery surface, as wet as my pussy, which he fucks with his fingers. First two of them, then three and his thumb agitates my clitoris at the same time. I’ve only one nub, one little organ to please. I used to envy those species with multiple clitorises, but not today. Just one overpowers me.
Glancing down, I spy what awaits me. His bulging cock fully engorged. With apparent ease, he folds one of his arms around my waist, the other he hooks under one leg and he lifts me off the floor. He splays me apart ready for penetration and I thump his chest with my fist—for some crazy reason, I want him inside me but can’t quite bring myself to shout for it.
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