Ravaged: A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance (Vakarran Captives Book 4)

by Sara Fields

  “Lie still, Danika. I need to scan you for internal injuries and your health status. If you move too much, our results will be compromised, and we’ll have to repeat the scan,” Xandaar directed as he pulled on a white lab coat.

  “Are you a doctor, Xandaar?” I asked, and he nodded. He pulled on a pair of gloves and my stomach clenched nervously.

  “Stay calm, little human,” Xandaar said and he reached over and squeezed my shoulder. The big machine above me whirred to life. Shaped like a half moon, it lowered toward me and began to glide toward my feet. It started to hum, the lights glowing brighter, and it moved upward, slowing over my torso and continuing until it scanned over my face. Then, it lifted back to the ceiling before it quieted down once again.

  For a while, Xandaar was quiet. He was scanning over a holographic screen and I sat up, waiting for what he was going to say was wrong with me. Strangely, I felt nervous, like he was going to list out all my faults at once. Would it be able to read my thoughts too?

  “Several sets of deep bruising and muscular damage, including a bruised rib, which the healing ointment and the laser will take care of. She’s malnourished, anemic, and underweight by a good ten pounds, so she’ll need a specific set of vitamins, antioxidants, and food in order to gain weight and normalize her levels. I’ll formulate a pill with everything she requires,” he explained, his voice strong and knowledgeable. “Other than that, she’s fairly healthy.”

  “I’m glad I fucking killed those bastards who did this to her,” Roan growled.

  “Me too,” Taraik replied.

  “Fucking beauty like her marred by those assholes’ hands,” Zac murmured, his fury palpable.

  My eyes dragged across each of their faces, saw their anger for how Neil and his goons treated me, and I could feel my heart skip a beat. All four of their gazes burned down at me, hot and sultry and focused solely on me. The only person in my life who had looked at me like that before was Kaze.

  His warm eyes staring down at me. The man I loved. Used to love. Past tense.

  Now he was gone.

  The shot of the gun echoed in my head. It was like I was reliving it all over again.

  I turned away, diving back into my hole of black icy numbness. It was too much, too fast, and I couldn’t take it. His loss had shattered me, and I wasn’t ready to feel anything else, especially not for these aliens.

  I felt Xandaar’s and Roan’s hands on me, then Zac and Taraik joined in, guiding me onto my back. I turned my head back, watching as Xandaar passed a small handheld device over my ribs and I moaned, feeling my bruised rib mend back together. The pain was sharp at first, but it gradually faded. The four aliens massaged my limbs, taking away the dull ache and I bit my lip, feeling myself beginning to grow warm despite my reluctance.

  They passed around a small tube and they each squeezed it into their hands. Four pairs of hands rubbed all over my body, spreading ointment over all my injuries. I sat up on my elbows and watched as my dark-colored bruises faded away. It was like magic. I hadn’t seen anything like it before.

  “Wow,” I whispered in wonder. That was a cool little piece of medical advancement.

  “Turn over,” Xandaar said firmly and I obeyed. They rubbed my shoulders and back, and I groaned as all my little hurts faded into nothing. It felt heavenly, the best kind of massage I’d ever had. They continued touching me and after a few long minutes, they eventually stopped.

  “Her skin is like porcelain now. All those ugly black and purple bruises gone,” Roan murmured, and I looked over to him, seeing an expression of cheerful relief washing over his face. I smiled softly back. It wasn’t enough to break me out of my numbness though. I was reluctant to feel anything at all. Taraik’s eyes narrowed and I drew backward slightly, nervous at what he was thinking.

  “Where are you, little dove?” Taraik asked, his eyes searching mine. “Where do you hide when your eyes glass over like that?” Gently, he took my chin and forced me to look at him. For a while, he just studied me quietly while the others watched. “They took something from you, didn’t they?” he finally whispered but I didn’t answer, even though he was right. He studied me, like it wanted to find out exactly what those men had taken from me.

  It unnerved me how well he could read me, without me saying anything at all.

  “You need us to take it all away, don’t you? Make it so that all that pain you’re hiding behind all falls away?” he asked, his voice strangely calming. It drew me in just a little.

  At first, I just looked at him, wondering how he could offer such a simple solution. Kaze died because of me and I would always carry that on my shoulders, no matter what, but still, Taraik’s offer was tempting. Maybe, for a little while, I could be free from it all. Was that even possible? Was I hoping for too much?

  My ears rang. I remembered Kaze’s eyes, the expression on his face. Had I never run off, had I stayed with him, he might still be alive. My eyes watered, and I blinked quickly, trying to stem the flow of tears before they started.

  “It’s all my fault,” I answered hesitantly. I don’t even know what made me say that, why Taraik was making me feel like I could trust him. Why did I feel like I could confide in him when I didn’t even want to confront the very things that were hiding out in the corners of my mind?

  “Do you want to be punished for it, little dove? Punished like a bad little human?” Taraik continued, his voice hypnotizing. Did I even dare to ask what that meant?

  I lifted my eyes to meet his, his words strangely compelling. Something about the word punishment enthralled me. Taraik’s thumb brushed over my lip, his eyes searching mine.

  “Do you want me to make it all go away?” he asked.

  I wondered if he really could do what he said, if I could escape for a little while from all the painful things in my head. Something about being hurt drew me in, about being punished for my sins and something within my body started to warm up, desire pulsing through my veins. In the numbness I had allowed in, it was a thick rope to clutch onto.

  My eyes flicked to Roan, remembering his own threats of putting me over his knee and turning my ass red. Taraik tapped his fingers lightly on my cheek, turning my attention back to him.

  “Don’t worry, little dove. We’ll take care of you. We’ll make it all go away for a little while,” Taraik murmured and let go of my chin. He moved away then and Roan and Zac circled around me. Xandaar watched from the side, his arms crossed, leaning against the counter.

  Taraik walked around me and took my shoulders, forcing me to lie back on the table. Roan and Zac took my legs and spread them apart and I cried out with shame, knowing that all of them could see everything—my thighs, my clit, and my naked pussy. Everything illuminated by the light above us. Even now, I knew I was wet.

  “Don’t,” I begged.

  “Look at this wet little cunt, just begging for some good hard discipline,” Roan murmured, sliding his thumb across my thigh as he moved above me. Whatever was about to happen, he was going to be first.

  I shivered with desire, the unexpected feeling buzzing through me. It felt wrong, and I was reluctant to let it run free. These men were Vakarran. It wasn’t natural for me to want this. This was wrong. Surrounded by four of them with their dark purple skin and their copper eyes staring down at me like lions on the hunt, I was reminded of the past ten years of my life spent in hiding, of how they stole my sisters and conquered Earth, enslaving all of humanity to their desires.

  But these four, something about them was different than I had expected. They hadn’t raised a hand to me. They’d been angry at seeing the way the humans had treated me, had been furious at my bruises and malnourishment. If I wasn’t careful, I’d think they might care for me. Hands snaked up my thighs, distracting me from my thoughts. Giving me pleasure rather than pain.

  My legs shook with hesitant passion. Four mouths leaned down to kiss them, warm lips trailing across my skin. Roan moved above me, his massive body shadowing over mine. His copper eyes
darkened to a burgundy black and it drew me in, made me curious as to what was going to happen next.

  His fingers trailed up my torso and drifted against the bottom curve of my breast, cupping it before traveling up to my nipple. His fingers grasped around it, gentle at first, before he pinched it hard.

  Pain lanced through as he grabbed the other, using his nails to dig into my skin just a little bit. The ensuing ache was delicious, a spot to focus on to escape away from the terrible memories of what Neil and his men had done. I arched my back, hoping Roan would do it again.

  Hurt. Focus. Pain. Escape.

  I moaned softly, my hips lifting up, my body betraying me.

  I wanted this, but then again, I didn’t. I was confused. I deserved to be punished. In my mind, this all made sense to me.

  His fingers released my nipples, sliding down my belly to cup my mound. Slowly, when his palm left my pussy, I whined at the loss of it.

  “Roan, please don’t,” I begged.

  His palm slapped down sharply onto my mound and I cried out, with pain, with pleasure, I didn’t know. His gaze darkened immensely, and he grinned like a Cheshire cat.

  “You like it when it hurts, don’t you, Danika,” he growled seductively.

  “No,” I lied, denying him even as my body sang beneath him.

  “Oh, yes, little dove. You’re going to beg us to stop by the time we’re through,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but tremble under his dominance.

  I know I should be fighting them. I know my older sisters Kira and Alaina would expect me to jump up and kick and punch my way to freedom. They would tell me to run, and keep going, but they hadn’t seen what I had seen. Hadn’t watched the man they had expected to spend the rest of their life with shot and murdered right in front of them. Hadn’t seen the life drain from his eyes. Hadn’t been Neil’s men’s captive for weeks, used as their whore for their pleasure. They hadn’t seen the darkness like I had.

  But these men, these Vakarrans were offering escape. It was tempting, like a drug and I just wanted one hit. I wanted to see what it was like, just this one time. That was okay, right?

  Roan slapped my pussy again, dragging me away from my dark thoughts.

  “What did they do to you?” Roan murmured. I cried out, not willing to answer him. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I wasn’t ready to admit to what I had done.

  His palm cupped my wet folds.

  “We’re going to take it all away,” he whispered finally, and I wanted to let him. I was thankful that he didn’t push me further.

  “I don’t,” I began and then he slapped my pussy again, the sharp pain exploding across my sensitive skin. For a long moment it stung, but then it quickly transformed into something much more pleasurable. It turned into desire.

  “You lie,” he whispered softly, and I shuddered, knowing he was right.

  I took a deep breath as his fingers moved against my clit, dragging up and down, teasing me, torturing me. His hips brushed against mine and I could feel the hardness of his length pressing up against my leg. My breath stuck in my throat and I found it hard to draw air into my lungs. Suddenly, it felt like a million degrees in that tent. My blood felt like it was moments away from boiling out from under my skin. I licked my lips and his gaze followed the movement of my tongue, fascinated by it.

  He stared at me for a long moment before his lips descended onto mine, devouring me in his kiss. He wasn’t gentle, and he wasn’t kind. His kiss was bruising and all-consuming and I descended into it. I let him take over me completely. I let him take away the pain and replace it with his need for control.

  His tongue danced with mine, demanding my submission with every move. My lips ached, but I didn’t care. It felt good.

  I heard the sounds of his belt jingle and I knew he was going to fuck me then. He leaned backwards and made me watch as he undid his pants, slowly, achingly taking down the zipper of his combat pants.

  My eyes flittered downward, hopeful that I would see a glimpse of his cock. My breath left my throat in a whoosh when I did. Like a merlot-colored thick rod, it was long and incredibly hard. As I watched him, I saw it lengthen by a good few inches. And then, his already impressive girth widened, right before my eyes.

  Well. That was a handy skill, I thought. I swallowed nervously, wondering if he would even fit inside me.

  He took it and dragged it up and down my now soaked folds. It was like a direct hit of pleasure straight to my clit and I wanted to take every last inch of him. And I wanted it to hurt. I didn’t want gentle. I mainly just wanted to forget. To experience a few moments without the pain of my memories, no matter what it took. Even if it meant fucking an alien.

  It didn’t take him long. Before I knew it, the thick head of his cock was pushing against my entrance. He didn’t ask, he just took, and his long length slammed into me in one hard motion, sliding into my wetness with surprising ease.

  He owned me in that single moment, his cock like a spear that controlled my pleasure. His hips began to move, pulling his dick in and out of my channel. The resulting passion exploded through me and my body began to shake, wanting and needing more of him. My pussy clenched around his member, milking him for all he was worth.

  And then he grew larger within me.

  My pussy stretched wider, my body unable to get used to his size and I whimpered. His hands wandered up and down my belly, stopping to pinch my nipples again, making me twist and turn with his painful grip. The sting shot straight down into my core and I moaned softly, and his tempo increased.

  In and out, he slammed into me, ravaging my body with his cock.

  Fuck. This wasn’t normal lovemaking, this was punishment. He wasn’t kind or soft, he was claiming me and taking me hard. He was going to ravage me, and I was going to have no say in it. He was sending me a message and it was loud and clear. Right now, he was the alpha and I was his submissive. I was his woman and he was claiming me as his and I was enjoying every last second.

  My core throbbed with that pleasure, reluctant desire building within me with each passing second. My nerves felt like they were on fire, burning away my numbness and giving me that escape I so desperately wanted.

  My entire body tingled, my skin electrified with pleasure, and each time his shaft stretched my channel, ecstasy ricocheted through me. Each bolt was stronger than the last as my passion grew, climbing higher and higher until I was sure I was going to burst from the power of it.

  His hand touched my hip, and a flashback of Neil’s goons came over me, but Roan read me like a book. In an instant, his hand snaked around my throat, forcing me to focus back on him.

  “Don’t you leave me, little dove. Focus on me or else you’ll be punished,” he murmured, and I moaned in response.

  His grip on my neck tightened just the slightest bit, reminding me that he was completely in charge. He was the alien master and I was his human and something about that felt right. My breath was shallow, and I reveled under his attentions, my clit throbbing harder than ever.

  “Only good little humans who obey get to come. Focus on me,” he demanded, and I met his eyes. They were dark, almost black, hypnotizing in a way. And I wanted more.

  He twisted my nipple and I cried out. It zeroed my attention back on him completely. He lifted me up off the table and I felt weightless in his arms as his cock speared into me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, full of his alien cock and loving every last second of it. He stood up tall, bouncing me on his cock as though I was light as a feather. His dick grew impossibly larger, spearing me with each and every thrust.

  My pleasure built with each passing second. All of a sudden it was all too much, and I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t escape its hold on me and my release broke over me like a thunderstorm. Fiery hot pleasure sliced through me and I whimpered at its power. I felt my passion consume me, over and over, my muscles tightening and my breath panting as it left my chest. My heart pounded, forcing my blood to race through my veins like a rushing river. My orga
sm was uncontrollable, forcing my black icy numbness far away into the recesses of my mind and the resulting freedom was glorious.

  “Oh, please,” I begged, and Roan fucked me harder. He was rough, and I loved it. I wanted more. All I knew then was pleasure and nothing else. For that moment, I was entirely free, and I never wanted it to end.

  His cock owned my pussy, stretching it wide, the veins of his shaft rubbing against my channel, driving me even more wild than I thought humanly possible. I could feel it pumping inside me and my body heated again, another orgasm shivering in the wake of the first.

  He groaned softly, his grip on my waist tightening and I knew he was close. I squeezed tight around him and he groaned louder, bouncing me faster and that was enough to hurtle me into my next release. The moment I began to come, he did too, and his hot seed spurted deep inside me, painting my insides as his. It was hotter than any human male’s I’d come into contact with before, but I loved it. It made my inner walls tingle and my own release intensify.

  I moaned. I screamed, and I enjoyed it all. I allowed the pleasure to wash over me and take me away completely, a natural high that I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get enough of. I wanted more, and I hoped they would give it to me.

  Gently, when Roan finished, he lifted me off his cock and placed me in the gynecological chair in the corner of the tent. The other three men looked ravenous, their own hard cocks straining against the confines of their combat pants.

  Taraik and Xandaar took my legs and strapped them into the sides, while Zac took my arms and tied them over my head. Mortified, I cried out with shame, feeling Roan’s cum slide down my inner thighs. They could see everything, from my pussy down to the crevice of my asshole and I shook with embarrassment.

  “She’s clearly responsive to vaginal stimulation,” Xandaar said, his voice still strangely clinical and somewhat guarded. “Next, we should test her clitoral responsiveness,” he murmured, and I shivered in my bonds.

  He moved in front of me next and reached for my pussy, his large fingers gliding over my clit and I shuddered with residual pleasure.