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

by Sara Fields

  “We can register her as someone else. Fake her last name as something else,” Xandaar added.

  “In no way can Nix get his hands on her. She couldn’t handle that. She’s not strong enough. Those men broke her and I’m not sure how much she can take,” I murmured, studying the way she held herself. She was perched on my thigh, just enough so that if I made a grab for her, she could make a run for it. Like a damaged little bird, always ready to flee.

  She was going to take a very special touch, this little dove. Our human.

  She turned her head to meet my eyes and for a long moment, I just stared into their depths. Light and dark blues sparkled in her irises, offset by the blackness of her pupils. I took her chin in my fingers, running my thumb across her lip before feeding her another piece of cheese.

  Danika Stryke. The challenge of a lifetime and the current mission of the Third Battalion.

  “We will have to take it slow. She’s not used to obeying anyone. That much is obvious,” I mused.

  “Understatement of the year,” Zac chuckled.

  She looked away from me and back to the food. I handed her the piece of bread and allowed her to take it in her hands. I lifted her and slid her to the floor, placing her on her knees at my side. Now was a better time than never.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, confusion passing over her features.

  “In Vakarran society, human women live by a different set of rules. They’re expected to eat by our sides, to keep quiet unless asked a question, and they always must obey their masters,” I said.

  She laughed beside me. This was apparently going to be more work than I thought. I cleared my throat and leveled her with a solid glare of warning.

  “Wait. You’re serious?” she asked, choking on a piece of bread. She chewed and swallowed, before raising an eyebrow back at me in defiance.

  “In time, you will learn to obey. Until then, you will not leave this tent. If you do so and we find out, you’ll be punished and trust me, it won’t be an enjoyable process for you like last time,” I said.

  Roan sat back, letting me take the lead on this one. I knew he and I would be the ones to enforce the rules. Xandaar didn’t typically let himself get too attached to anyone. He liked his medical studies far too much and didn’t like to get distracted. Zac, well, he had a soft spot for pretty women and I could already tell he was falling for this one. He liked to get to know them, to be their friend before being their master. Despite this, all four of us understood the seriousness of the situation we were in. If Nix found out she was a Stryke, he’d probably hurt her or worse, kill her just to make her an example to the other humans. I wouldn’t stand for that. I would protect what was ours. No matter what it took.

  Feisty, strong, and a fighter in her own way, she was more than worthy to be our woman. And I was going to make sure we were all worthy of her and that we rescued her from the darkness in her own mind, before it destroyed her first. I’d kill whoever I needed to in order to rescue her.

  Danika stared up at me, the challenge within her rising with each passing second. I knew what she was doing, how her mind was working because I could sense it. She’d been given freedom from her pain and now that she was feeling better, now that she was clean and fed and feeling human again, it was drifting back, and she wanted to get away from it again. We’d punished her with pleasure and now, she was curious as to what more we could give her.

  I could see it in her eyes. So expressive, so emotional. Could see the shadows edging back in. Her memories were returning. The horrors of whatever had happened in her past.

  I saw the moment she decided to act out. Like an open book, this one. Her jaw clenched, and the corners of her eyes crinkled just a little bit. I sighed, knowing that she’d regret this decision eventually, but I had to give her what she needed. And this time, she was going to experience just a little of what a real Vakarran punishment entailed. She had to earn it first though, so I waited, intrigued by what she was going to do next.

  Rising up to her feet, she stood tall beside me. Standing, she looked down at me just a little as I sat beside her.

  “Back on your knees, little dove,” I warned, giving her a chance to rethink what was about to happen. She didn’t take the bait.

  “No,” she said boldly and whirled around, stomping toward the entrance of our tent with purpose. I stood up and moved, my stride much longer than hers and in an instant, my arms surrounded her, pulling her into me. She stilled, and I felt her heartbeat quicken in her chest. Right now, she was wondering what was going to happen next, if she’d misbehaved enough to earn some sort of discipline. With ease, I lifted her off the floor and stalked over to the bed. Sitting down, I tossed her face down over my lap and scissored one leg over the back of hers, effectively pinning her down with my body. It also lifted her ass up into the air and when she realized this, the air left her lungs in one long, loud whoosh.

  She’d acted out just enough to get what she wanted, and I was going to teach her exactly what that meant.

  Slowly, I laid my palm on the pale curve of her right cheek and she jumped, probably expecting me to starting punishing her right away, but I meant to take my time. In order to take away her pain, I needed to get inside her head first.

  “Why did you disobey me, little dove? Do you want to be punished?” I began, and she stilled beneath my touch. Slowly, I gently cuffed her left cheek, the sound loud in the ensuing silence. “Why push me when you know I will follow through?”

  Her ass tensed, her thighs pressing together. She was hiding something.

  I leaned forward, relaxing my leg on hers and forced her thighs open. She cried out with shame and it was then I saw just how wet she was. Forced to lie over my knees, about to get punished by my hand, and she was just as wet as if I suckled her clit.

  “Her cunt is soaked,” I said out loud and she whined with shame. I grinned softly, as did the others.

  Using my fingers, I slid them down her folds, slick with her juices. I coated my digits with them before taking them away from her pussy. With my other hand, I gripped her hair and forced her head upward. Then, I took my fingers, still coated with her wetness and pushed them into her mouth.

  “Taste it. Taste your desire,” I said, and her cheeks flamed red with embarrassment. After I made her lick my fingers clean, she moaned softly with her shame and I hid my grin of accomplishment.

  “Spread your legs. Show the others just how turned on you are, naked and put over my knee about to get punished.” I removed my leg from the back of hers, allowing her to obey. She did, incredibly slowly and her whine was the most delicious, decadent sound I had ever heard. “Come see,” I offered my comrades and the sounds of footsteps approaching made her still.

  “Look. You can see it on her thighs,” I said, and the others murmured in agreement. She shivered beneath me. With her legs spread wide and my comrades watching, I took that moment to bring my palm down hard on the fullest part of her ass and observed as her pussy clenched in shock. She gasped, startled and her muscles rippled with tenseness, before relaxing. I did it again, watching the intoxicating sight of her experiencing what was likely the first punishment like this in her life. Her very first spanking.

  I wrapped one hand around her hip, pressing her down onto my knees. My dick had been rock hard for a while now, and I had no doubt it was pressing up into her belly.

  “You keep those legs wide open during your punishment, little dove. If you don’t, you’re going to feel my belt across this ass, is that clear?” I pressed. My voice left no room for questions and I could feel her muscles relax as its power washed over her.

  She was submitting to me. I could see it in her body language. Her ass relaxed, and her legs spread wider. Even now, her pale skin showed the pinkened mark of my palm and I delighted in watching the pink grow just a little darker.

  “Yes, sir,” she murmured, lifting her ass as I palmed it, massaging it and preparing it for punishment. I squeezed her cheek harshly and she ga
sped but didn’t try to fight me. No matter if she began to protest, I knew that she had purposely goaded me into this. She wanted to experience what it meant to be disciplined by our hand.

  I began to spank her in earnest, but still, she kept her legs wide. She struggled, her pants and small whimpers growing louder as I reddened her ass. Her hips jerked back and forth, desperately trying to escape the powerful blows of my palm, but my aim was true, each and every time.

  I was going to teach her that no matter what, I was there for her. Even if she disobeyed me. Especially if she did so.

  Chapter Six

  Danika

  Holy fuck. For the first time in my life, I was over a man’s knee getting spanked. My pussy was on full display for Roan, Zac, and Xandaar and my shame at my wetness kept me rooted over Taraik’s knees. My backside burned, aching as though it had been stung by a thousand bees, but still, the spanks fell. I twisted and turned, but Taraik’s palm held me to him, forcing me to take what he was giving me.

  I know I had made this happen. I’d intentionally disobeyed him in order to see what they would do. If they would beat me or truly hurt me if I showed a small hint of defiance. I had thought it through. I hadn’t wanted to strike back or truly run away. I’d known they would catch me, well before I reached the entrance of the tent.

  Somewhere, deep inside of me, there was a piece of me that wanted them to punish me again, for a second time. I wanted them to chase away the painful memories once again and have them force me to focus entirely on them. I had felt it once and that feeling of freedom was intoxicating. I wanted to feel it again.

  Even now, getting my ass smacked by a Vakarran, I felt safe. I knew that none of them were truly out to hurt me. Sure, my backside felt like it was about to catch on fire, but the way he held me and the way his cock was pressing into my belly was nothing like I’d experienced before.

  It was far different than anything Neil and his lackeys had done. This wasn’t a punch to the face or a steel-toed boot kicking into my belly. Even as Taraik’s palm smacked down on my ass, for a long moment, he would just hold it there, his fingers curling around my cheek, massaging the hurt away just a little. This wasn’t a beating. Not in the slightest.

  With my legs spread wide, I tried to swallow away my shame, but all I succeeded in doing was heating my body even further. Fuck, just imagining myself over his knees and the others watching turned me on.

  I wanted more of it.

  I lifted my hips and groaned, knowing that my wetness was seeping down my thighs and all four of them could see it, all of it.

  Taraik spanked me, slowing down his pace to massage and squeeze my ass, his touch making me feel the ache even deeper in my flesh, all the way into my core. It was incredible, and my clit throbbed in tune to his movements. His cock twitched against my belly and I hoped he would fuck me next.

  My skin tingled, a slow blaze beginning to simmer under the surface and I breathed deep, feeling my pleasure begin to rise from the depths of my belly. I panted, moaning softly as Taraik’s fingers ebbed closer and closer to the place between my legs, teasing me as he stroked my punished skin.

  “Are you beginning to learn your lesson, little dove?”

  “Yes, sir,” I murmured.

  “She’s far wetter than before,” Roan observed, and I shivered with my embarrassment, knowing that it was making me burn hotter than ever. I should hate being exposed in such a humiliating manner, but I didn’t. Instead, I was enjoying it far more than I thought I would. Fuck. I wanted more of it.

  Taraik’s fingers finally edged close enough to my folds, sliding down my labia and just brushing against my clit. I moaned louder, trying to let him know I wanted him to continue, but even I knew that he would only give it when he wanted to. It wasn’t up to me.

  I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being mastered in such a fashion, letting the feelings of pleasure wash over me and chase away any thoughts of my past. It was like a drug. I was addicted. I needed so much more.

  I needed them all. All four of them.

  His touch brushed against my folds once more and I clenched hard, sucking in my breath in excitement. My core throbbed with unreleased pleasure, slowly building with each passing second. Higher and higher my body climbed, until I was panting for more.

  “Taraik,” I whimpered, trying to contain the overwhelming desire within me.

  “Is there something you need, little dove?” he asked.

  I didn’t answer because I was too embarrassed to say what I really wanted.

  “Do you regret defying me yet?” he then questioned, rubbing his fingers up and down my pussy, teasing me purposely until I was too breathless to even consider responding anymore. He tortured me, lettings his fingertips drift across my clit and varying the pressure of his touch, forcing my pleasure to build and ebb away over the ensuing minutes. It forced my focus to laser in on him and I bit my lip in order to stem the whine begging to be set free from my throat.

  Lifting my hips, I spread my thighs even wider and I heard Zac groan quietly in appreciation. Feeling bolder, I arched my back a little and Taraik smacked my ass, but not hard enough to really hurt. Instead, his touch was electrifying, and my clit pulsed. He did it again and I hummed with pleasure.

  “I don’t regret it,” I breathed cheekily, unable to hide the smirk on my lips, and I heard him chuckle at my sassy response. He palmed my ass and then smacked it hard, but I was too far gone to experience any pain. I only felt pleasure and I wanted more of it.

  “What do you think, boys? Is this ass red enough or shall I make it redder?” Taraik teased and Roan laughed quietly behind me.

  “Or, shall I spank this deliciously naughty cunt instead,” he said darkly, and I gasped at his words. He wouldn’t, would he? He reached in between my legs with his entire hand, forcing my legs wider than ever. His palm rested against my wet folds and I couldn’t help but shiver at the power of it. It was as if in that moment, he owned my pussy.

  His touch left my skin and he patted it gently, as if he was warning me of what was to come. My pussy clenched with excitement and my entire body buzzed with electricity, my passion for more building with each passing second.

  My heart jumped into my throat as his palm left my pussy. He slapped my folds gently, just hard enough to sting and my breath whooshed out of my lungs in a single breath.

  Holy shit.

  I wasn’t prepared for how good it felt. The initial sting was sharp, but it forced me to be entirely focused on his dominance. After a few seconds, the pain molded into something far more pleasurable and I shivered at its intensity. My clit pulsed with a renewed fire and I breathed out with shaky ecstasy.

  And then he slapped my pussy again.

  I could hardly stand the heat cascading through my body. My body felt feverishly hot and I could do nothing to push it away. As time went by, my temperature kept climbing and no matter what I did, I couldn’t fight my rampant desire.

  God. I wanted more.

  He smacked my pussy a total of five times and by the end, my folds were stinging, but my pleasure far outweighed the pain. I knew I was extremely wet because each time his palm had connected with my flesh, the moist sound echoed loudly throughout the room for everyone to hear.

  I heard the chairs move behind me and knew the others were coming to join Taraik and me. Hands descended onto my skin and I didn’t know who they belonged to. Someone took my hair into their fingers and gripped it with a fist, pulling my hair and my head backwards.

  My eyes nearly rolled back in my head and I shivered with pleasure. It hurt, but in the most delicious way imaginable. I let them take control of me because it was what I needed.

  Gone were thoughts of Kaze. Gone were the memories of Neil and what he had done to me. Instead, it was just me and the four Vakarrans holding me captive. It was only us. My heart pounded in my chest and Taraik’s fingers slipped back down to my clit, where he began circling my needy bud. He pinched it softly, increasing the pressure on i
t until I thought I was ready to burst.

  “Would you like to come, little dove?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I whimpered, my breath hot. “Please let me come,” I begged then.

  His only response was to pinch my clit harder and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

  “Come,” he commanded.

  And I did. Fiery hot ecstasy washed over me, pulling me into a powerful riptide of passion, pain, and pleasure. My muscles shook and tensed with the intensity of it, and my skin blazed hot, my blood roaring through my veins.

  I moaned low, the sound growing louder as my release took complete hold of me until I was screaming with it. My pussy clenched around empty air and Taraik pressed two large fingers straight into my entrance. They danced inside me, stroking my channel and pressing against my g-spot, throwing me into an even stronger whirlpool of pleasure as a second orgasm crashed over me.

  I screamed, I begged, and I pleaded, but there was no escape for the ecstasy that had a complete hold of me. I was forced to experience each and every decadent second of my release until at last, it slowly began to fade away, leaving my body pulsing with powerful aftershocks of desire. I simply lay over Taraik’s lap, completely spent and relaxed.

  He slowly pulled his fingers from my pussy and I groaned almost in disappointment as I closed my eyes. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me up and into his chest. Fingers stroked my skin and my scalp, lulling me into a state of relaxation like I’d never experienced before. For the first time in a very long while, I felt safe.

  Entirely safe.

  There was no pain. No icy blackness to tear me away into a volley of terrible memories. I’d never felt more alive than I did in that moment and the fact that I felt that way while in the arms of four Vakarrans, a species that was supposed to be my mortal enemy left me feeling entirely astounded. It made me speechless.

  I’d been led to believe that they were cruel, evil beings, but these four most certainly were not. That much was becoming increasingly obvious.