by Sara Fields
I crossed my arms over my chest, looking back toward Alaina, thinking, planning. What the hell were we going to do with her?
“I have an idea. We’ll have to go to the training camp to retrieve one of their all-terrain vehicles. Then we could travel back to where that abandoned human city is. What did they call it?” Morgn said.
“Atlanta, I think,” Aarom replied, his voice low so that he wouldn’t disturb her.
“We’ll get disbarred if we don’t report to Nix, right away,” Davon said worriedly.
He was right, I knew this. What would we do? What could we do? We had to report her to our superiors, but maybe, we could delay traveling back to the ISS Starrider for a bit. Train her to obey us, for her own safety. Maybe. It could work.
I looked back at her for a long moment, taking in the sweet curves of her body, the soft look on her face and something inside me cracked.
No. It had to work.
“We’ll do this. We’ll go to the female processing center and gather supplies. Then we’ll travel to Atlanta, where our ship is currently stored on the outskirts anyway. We’ll take over a building there. Train her. Maybe it’ll blow over and Nix will forget about her,” I offered.
Aarom met my gaze and nodded slightly. As our resident intel and strategist, his approval meant a lot to me.
“So, a delaying strategy then? Maybe Nix will get bored if he sees her meek and trained, claimed by us, and set his eyes on another woman instead?” Morgn mused, scratching his chin. “I could have fun with that. It’s been a while since I’ve broken a human anyway. Alaina seems like a challenge. But I bet we could do it. We can break her, all of us, together,” he smirked, his tone dropping dangerously low.
Morgn reached into his pocket. I saw a large metal collar in his hand and a leash.
He met my eyes, the serious look in his expression causing me to tense a bit.
“It’ll be better for her if we’re harsh with her from the start. Teach her that she isn’t allowed to deny us, that she’s expected to obey, no matter the cost,” he continued, moving toward Aarom. His hands disappeared underneath her blonde mane, clipping the round steel collar into place. Locking it around her throat.
“She’s had enough rest. It won’t do for the other humans to see her carried into the training camp. The Vakarrans there would probably report us unfit for human training if they saw us do that, Aarom,” I commanded.
He sighed and gently deposited her on the ground. I watched her blue eyes gradually open, looking at each one of us. For a quick second, I glimpsed fear, but then it transformed into something different. Strength. Courage. Bravery, all mixed into one.
She was definitely going to be a challenge.
Her eyes were captivating, a darker blue than my own eyes, like a sapphire gemstone or Earth’s deep blue ocean. Her jaw clenched as she caught my gaze. Feisty.
Aarom gently took her feet into his hands and put her shoes back on. Her skin was delicate. It wouldn’t survive the journey without such things.
Most Vakarrans had copper-colored eyes, but I didn’t. Some sort of genetic mutation, scientists had said. A single allele that masked the copper color, so rare that it hadn’t been seen more than one in several hundred million.
I could tell they unnerved her.
Good. She needed to learn her place.
I knelt before her and lifted her chin, watching the way her skin sparkled on the places where our seed had marked her.
It was as if her skin had soaked most of it up, like a lotion. Interesting. I touched her, and she recoiled away from me, but I didn’t let that deter me. Even her hair glistened where our cum had fallen.
I wondered what it meant. Her skin was soft, even more so where it glittered. Her nipples hardened as I studied her. She pressed her thighs together, trying to hide her wetness, but it was too late. I’d already seen it.
Intriguing little thing, this Alaina Stryke.
My dick hardened like iron. I’d already come twice, and I wanted to fuck her again. And I would. She’d beg me for it next time, to take mercy on her, to allow her orgasm too. Her perky breasts enticed me. Her hips curved out in such a lovely manner that I knew she’d be able to bear our children with ease.
The thought of children startled me. I’d never considered it until now, until her.
She lifted her chin in defiance.
I chuckled and walked off in front of the group. I was their leader and protector. I wasn’t afraid of anyone and all three men knew that. I was ready to take a risk. I’d protect all of us and our mate, even if she didn’t like it.
She wasn’t going to have a choice.
“Stand up. It’s time to go, human,” Morgn said behind me.
“Fuck you,” she muttered in return.
At that, I just started laughing and continued walking, shaking my head as my chest rattled with amusement.
Oh, yes. This was going to be fun.
Out of the four of us, Morgn was definitely not the man to fuck with. She’d learn. Eventually. And I had a feeling Morgn was going to teach her a harsh lesson, right now.
Chapter Five
Alaina
Morgn stared at me, waiting for me to stand. I glared at him and then glanced at the ground, seeing the filth covering my legs, drying cum all over me. So freaking dirty.
I wondered if they’d ever let me bathe again. Probably not. I was just some sort of possession to them. A human. A slave to spread my legs and let them breed me whenever they wished.
Fuck that.
I stayed on the ground.
He sauntered toward me and curled his arm around my neck, fisting the hair at the back of my scalp harshly. I cried out as a sharp pain splintered across my head as he pulled upward. His grip tightened, and the sting increased as he guided me up, forcing me to my feet even though I tried to fight him. He only let up once I was fully on my feet, releasing my hair and taking a step back.
It was then I realized that he had me on a leash. And there was a metal collar around my throat. My hands jumped to my neck, circling around the smooth steel and I growled fiercely at him. He laughed. I scowled back at him.
He jerked me forward and I nearly fell on my face.
His glare toward me grew darker and I could have sworn he grew several inches in height, he looked so imposing. I swallowed. I’d disobeyed his orders. Poked the bear, in a sense.
I was probably going to regret that. Maybe.
“You should be afraid of me, human. I’m not like the others. I’ll break you in ways you can’t even imagine,” he warned. None of the others moved. Fuckers.
My chest rose and fell. I had a choice now. He was waiting, testing to see what I would do. I thought of my sisters. Kira, gone. Kaela and Danika, safe back at home in the caves. And I made a choice.
I wasn’t going to let them break me. I was a Stryke. And that meant we were unbreakable.
“I’ll say it again. Fuck you,” I said calmly, more courageously than I felt on the inside.
I spat at his face then and my spittle dripped down his cheek.
I darted toward him, reaching for the gun at his belt. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and pulled, only he jerked harder on the leash.
It threw me off balance and I fell to my knees in the dirt, crying out as a small rock tore at one knee. I tried to stand up, but Morgn gripped the back of my neck. His thumb and forefinger tightened around my spine and I cried out in pain.
“Isn’t there a lake nearby?” he asked, his voice as cool and calm as a cucumber.
“A few hundred feet in that direction,” Davon answered.
“Good. I’m going to take a little extra time with our slave there. We wanted to delay things, right?” Morgn replied coldly.
I shivered. What the hell did that mean?
He pulled me up to my feet and wound the leash around his wrist. He forced me to walk, keeping his hold on the back of my neck, pushing me forward despite my protests. My stomach dropped at his silence as my mind
raced. My body still pulsed with the aftereffects of my prior punishment, of the humiliation over what they’d done to me and I shook with fear of what was to come.
But I had to survive. I had to survive for my sisters.
One day, I’d kill these Vakarrans and return to them. I just had to get through whatever they threw at me, until I could escape.
But I was still afraid. I could never show it though. I had to be strong.
Morgn marched me through the woods, and I was thankful that they’d given me my shoes back, or else the soles of my feet would be in a sad state. I saw the water of the lake peek through the trees and I gulped with reluctance. What was he planning?
“Let me go,” I begged, unable to help myself.
“It’s too late for that now,” he replied, and I wondered what sort of sadistic brutal plans he had in mind for me next. He was a mystery to me, quieter than the others but I was already regretting my actions and he hadn’t even started to punish me yet.
When we broke out of the trees, my heart started to pound in my chest. He dragged me closer to the water and I heard the rest of the men come out behind us.
Morgn waded straight into the water, which meant I went with him too. The water was cold, and I cried out as the liquid pulled the heat straight from my body.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, already shivering. It was fall and the sun was nearing the horizon, with nightfall soon to come. I was cold, wet, and nervous.
“Teaching you that you are to obey your Vakarran masters, Alaina. You’re a human, you were never meant to be free. It’s your fate to be owned. You need to accept this,” he said calmly, yet his tone was deceptively threatening.
“Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about you,” I replied, sneering in his direction.
He shook his head.
“It doesn’t work that way, little human,” Morgn warned.
I shivered. Fuck, this water was cold.
His grip on my neck tightened and I gritted my teeth; his hold was harsh. He pushed me down, his strength much greater than mine and I only gulped down a swallow of air just before I broke through the surface of the lake.
The water was hazy, chilling and I struggled against his overpowering strength. The chill was awful. The worst part was I couldn’t rise to the surface; he had all the control.
He held me there for a long moment.
It was dark. I began to panic. I felt so helpless.
A moment later, he allowed me back up. I surged upward. I sputtered and spit out water, glaring at him. How dare he?
Asshole. I sneered up at him. He just shook his head.
He pushed me under once again. No mercy. Cold. Dark. Brutal.
I kicked. I punched. I struggled but nothing was enough to overpower him. He had every ounce of control and I knew it.
I smacked at the surface, trying to push myself out of the water. I didn’t care who I splashed in the process. I needed to get out. I needed to breathe.
He allowed me up again.
I was smart enough not to react. I just tried to catch my breath. I should have tried to run.
He pushed me under one last time. Back into what felt like a watery tomb.
Christ. Not again.
I shut my eyes. Holding my breath and trying to calm myself, despite my rising panic. I knew he had the upper hand. I was stupid to push him in the first place. I should have waited until they were least expecting it.
He held me under longer this time. My lungs burned. I felt so cold.
Bastard.
When he finally let me back up, he grabbed my upper arm and dragged me back to the sandy beach. I coughed, sputtering still from the water in my nose and mouth. The wind chose that exact moment to pick up, freezing cold as liquid dripped down my skin, chilling me to the bone. My teeth chattered together but Morgn showed little mercy.
He wanted to prove a point. That much was clear.
Morgn forced me onto the sand and to my knees, the scratchy feeling abrasive on my skin. He walked around and pushed down on my upper back, forcing my hands to the sand. On my hands and knees, I waited for what he would do next.
He leaned down, forcing my legs apart. Likely giving himself a rather full view of my ass and my pussy. Pervert.
My skin tingled with desire. God damn traitor.
His fingers traced up and down the cleft of my ass, pressing deeper and deeper until I felt him touch the rim off my asshole. I tensed and clenched my cheeks together, trying to prevent him from touching me there. It was too embarrassing. Too much.
He didn’t stop.
“No, don’t,” I pleaded as his finger circled the rim of my asshole. I tried to stop myself, but my back arched toward him, allowing him greater access and betraying me at the same time.
His digit pressed directly against my tight rim and I shivered.
In. Out. In. Out.
Relentless. My fingers dug in the dirt and I felt the sand under my fingernails. Bastard.
Something inside me wanted it though. Wanted him to touch me there even though it felt wrong.
He chose that moment to push even harder and he breached my asshole, his thumb sliding into my reluctant channel despite my protests.
Deeper. Every millimeter more shameful than the last.
I moaned softly under my breath. Desire or shame, I didn’t know. He didn’t stop though.
I shuddered when I began to feel my pussy slicken with my arousal.
“Look at you. Shaking with pleasure as I touch your asshole,” Morgn said out loud, so that all the men could hear.
I felt my face flush with embarrassment and Morgn chose that moment to seat his entire thumb within me, just to make a point. I keened quietly as he took me, the foreign stretching sensation burning slightly, yet for some reason, my core throbbed with desire from it.
He continued to fuck my ass with his digit and my core throbbed harder. My hips rocked back and forth, and my passion grew even more. His other hand snaked between my legs, sliding across my moist folds, finding the evidence with surprising ease. I couldn’t hide now. He knew.
“Her pussy is very wet,” Morgn told the others. “I believe this human will improve her behavior immensely if we continue to train and punish her in this manner,” he continued.
I stared at the dirt. I couldn’t even look at any of them. I just wanted to come.
He ran his fingers up and down my pussy while his thumb worked my asshole and my entire body clenched with need. I wanted him to stop. But I didn’t really. I was so confused. He’d been controlling, forcing me under water and allowing me breath when he permitted it and now he was taking liberties with my body that I could have never even imagined. Playing with me, forcing me to orgasm when he wanted me to. Rather than when I wanted. Rather than how I wanted.
Reluctantly, I stayed there, on my hands and knees as he toyed with me. Rolling my clit between his fingers. Fucking my asshole with his thumb.
My every nerve was burning, like a firework about to ignite.
He pinched my clit hard and I was helpless to stop the orgasm that pierced through me. Strong, intense, and all-consuming, I felt my ass clench around him as I rode his fingers. Every muscle in my body quivered and my pussy tightened, achingly so, around empty air.
Still, even so, my body blazed, white hot with pleasure as he finally drew away. Eventually, my pleasure ebbed away, leaving me feeling hollow, satisfied, but ashamed. No one said anything, but the silence said everything.
I had liked it.
My enemy, the Vakarran band that held me captive, they knew.
Even now, I could feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs. They could probably even see it. I closed my eyes, unwilling to meet their gazes, before opening them and staring down at the dirt.
Morgn gently gripped my upper arm and lifted me up off the ground. When I was standing, he took my chin in his fingers and forced me to look at him. I gritted my teeth together and bore it with grace, at the very least trying not to
anger him again.
“Be respectful, Alaina. Or else you will suffer for it,” he said, his lips curling up with a sultry grin. His eyes darkened, promising more horrors and shameful acts meant to teach me my place.
He let go of me and I dropped my eyes.
At least I was clean, I thought, grazing my own fingers against my torso. No longer was I covered in alien cum.
Oddly, here and there, it looked like I sparkled in places. Like I’d used some form of lotion with glitter in it or something. Huh.
I touched myself on one of those spots and my skin felt insanely soft, but the glitter didn’t come off. I dared to lift my eyes and see what the others were doing, but I instantly regretted it as I saw them all studying me intently.
Ryder, with desire. Aarom, with concern. Davon, with wonder.
Morgn looked far too pleased with himself. I glared at him.
I took the moment to study their waist belts, taking note of every weapon each of them had on their person. Knives. Fancy guns that did God knows what. Futuristic technology that was foreign to me.
After I was done, I tried to look uninterested. Obedient. Whatever the fuck they wanted.
Aarom took the moment to move closer to me, his hands taking hold of my shoulders, brushing my still wet hair out of my eyes.
“Are you alright, Alaina?” he asked, his eyes concerned. I met his gaze, realizing he wasn’t like the others. Seemingly, he cared about my emotional well-being.
“I know it’s hard to go from being free and doing what you want, when you want, but we’re just trying to protect you. There are forces outside us that you don’t understand yet, but your obedience is necessary. Just do your best, okay?” he added and then did the strangest thing. He smiled.
It was warm. Genuine. He did care. My eyes watered just a little bit.
“I’ll try,” I whispered, so only he could hear.
“Good,” he replied, “let me take her.” He took the leash from Morgn then and just like nothing had just happened, the four of them turned back, away from the lake and began to travel into the trees.