by Sara Fields
“Now that’s a good girl,” Taraik whispered and I couldn’t hold back the smile that immediately appeared on my lips at his words. He drew back and kissed my forehead gently and I felt something for him then. Tentatively, I opened my heart to him, just a little bit. Lifting my head, I gazed back at Roan, then Xandaar, and then Zac. All three of them were staring at me with a very obvious and clear appreciation. In fact, they all had what appeared to be lovestruck grins on their faces.
Even Taraik.
Zac went over and got me a small glass of wine, which I quickly swallowed down. My throat felt raw, a clear indication that I had probably screamed my pleasure way more than I had realized. My heart settled into a steady rhythm and eventually, I whispered my thanks.
Taraik’s arms squeezed around me and he pressed his cheek against the top of my head.
“I know what you need, little dove. We’ll take care of you,” he murmured, and I snuggled even closer against him. I believed every word.
“But next time you disobey me, I’m going to make sure that you never, ever do it again,” he whispered, and I shivered. My burning ass clenched with curiosity. What would he do? Would I like it?
* * *
In the ensuing weeks, I began to trust my four Vakarran captors even more. They watched over me like a hawk and I enjoyed the protective feeling of that. We didn’t venture outside the tent much, but when we did, they guided me and instructed me in how I needed to behave in order to keep all other Vakarran attention off me. I learned that some of the aliens were crueler than others and even witnessed a few public punishments that involved a whip or a belt performed in front of all the women in the massive circus-sized tent. My Vakarrans were careful to warn me of any actions that might force them to publicly punish me and I meticulously avoided anything that might get me that kind of attention and trouble. I was positive that I didn’t want that.
I slowly put on weight and my ribs and hipbones didn’t stick out as far as they used to. My captors liked it and I swore gaining weight made it so that they couldn’t keep their hands off me. There wasn’t a day that passed where they allowed me to go without orgasm and because of this, I was able to keep my dark memories far away. It was freedom and I loved it.
I got to know them all more with each passing day. Roan was the leader of the four and kind of a hard-ass. Anytime I stepped out of line, he would punish me, which usually entailed getting tossed over his knee and spanked. I realized though, that despite his toughness, he had a big heart and always bent over backwards to see to my needs.
Taraik always seemed to know what I needed when I needed it, even if I didn’t. Sometimes, I would start to act out and he would gather the others to punish me, to fuck me, whatever it took to make the tendrils of darkness disappear for a good long while. He was strict in a sense, but only when it came to my behavior outside of our tent. When we were alone, he let me be free mostly, but I wanted to please him. It made me feel good. He spanked me the most, but whenever he did, I needed it. Sometimes it was before bed. Sometimes, he’d put me over his knees just because he could, and I secretly adored him for it. I began to look forward to the times when his palm would redden my ass, because he always made me come afterward, chasing away all semblance of painful memories with his efforts.
Xandaar was a little harder to get to know. He was guarded, and mostly happy analyzing clinical data, but he was slowly opening up to me. When he gazed down at me, I saw him soften and smile. I enjoyed being in his company. He made sure to check in on my health, bringing me into his medical tent periodically in order to scan me and ensure I was improving and healing from my experience with the humans. He was pleased to see that I was.
Zac was a lot of fun to be around. He was a little goofy and pretty funny, which made him all the more lovable. He knew when to be serious and when to joke around and he was funniest at the others’ expense. He liked to make fun of Xandaar a lot and it always made me laugh, especially when Xandaar would frown in mock displeasure. Their banter was extremely entertaining.
The four of them trained me to behave like the other human females in the camp. It wasn’t terrible and mainly involved making sure to defer to them in all things. I wasn’t to speak without being spoken to and to maintain a submissive posture when out in public, whether it be to follow them or kneel beside them when we emerged into the camp. Like the other women, I was kept naked, but after the first few days I became used to it. My confidence and boldness grew, especially when I saw how much the four of them appreciated looking at my bare curves.
I would walk by them in our small tent and they would brush their fingers over my hips, my ass, and my breasts and I had never felt sexier in my life. It was incredibly empowering.
I began to talk to them. Taraik first, because I trusted him the most. I opened up about some of the things that the humans did to me and as I did, I felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. I left Kaze out of the conversation though. I wasn’t ready to tackle that quite yet and I didn’t know if I ever would. He never pushed me though and let me heal at my own pace and I grew to crave his arms around me and the times he’d punish me and scold me, telling me that none of it was my fault.
In that time, I enjoyed their attention, basking in the escape from the darkness within my own mind. Sometimes, I would sit and think of my sisters, of Kira and Alaina and wonder if they’d found Vakarrans who cared for them like mine. Xandaar knew the location of Kira, but none of them recognized Alaina’s name. I wondered where she was now.
Kaela was never mentioned either, which meant she was still safe with the band of humans she led. I never said anything about her, just to keep her safe. Out of the four Stryke sisters, she was the only one left free from the Vakarrans and I never wanted that to be taken away from her.
Ever.
Chapter Seven
Xandaar
Danika was doing wonderfully in our care. By my measurements, she’d gained two inches back on her hips and her waist. The gauntness of her ribcage had almost disappeared, and her iron levels had also improved, taking her out of the anemic range. Her bruised rib had healed beautifully, and, in my eyes, she was flourishing.
Her cheeks turned rosy again. I even think her blue eyes became brighter. Her long brown waves were smooth and shiny and full of life. She was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen and definitely my favorite patient. Caring for her was a treat.
Day to day operations of the training camp were going smoothly. The number of females was growing as more were brought in and shortly, a large number of them would be sent off to a breeding facility or to be placed with highly influential members of Vakarran society.
A few days prior to this scheduled shipment, I received intel that indicated that Commander Nix was going to arrive at the training camp in order to oversee the process himself. Roan, Taraik, Zac, and I began to grow increasingly nervous the moment this news arrived.
“Do we keep her hidden? He’s going to demand our assistance in the preparation of the women,” Roan said that night, the four of us sitting around the table while Danika was bathing nearby.
“I don’t want to leave her alone,” Taraik responded.
“What if we just, I don’t know, redirected his ship so he landed in the middle of the ocean instead,” Zac offered and we all chuckled despite our nerves. We’d all like to see him rot and disappear one day.
None of us cared for Nix all that much. In fact, he was kind of a dick. He’d been granted commander status after Strohass was killed, simply from a highly suspect vote that only included the wealthy and higher-ups, all of which were his friends. He wasn’t even a particularly good leader. I met him myself a few years ago and even worked for him for some time, and he was cocky and arrogant as fuck. He’d insulted my capability as a doctor because I hadn’t been born into money like he had and instead, had risen through the ranks based on my own merit and hard work. Just because he came from a filthy rich family, he thought he was better than us and that had never sa
t right with me.
It was our duty to obey his orders though. He was our commander and even if I disliked him, we had to obey him.
“What if we lie about her name? Make her a Danika Grey or something, rather than a Stryke?” Zac asked, trying to help.
“The resemblance is uncanny. We won’t be able to hide that,” I replied. “Plus, if he asks for her medical records that I’ve been keeping off the network, her DNA clearly links her to Kira, who is already in the system.” Roan sighed.
“You know what’s going to happen if he finds out. He’ll want her to be made an example of and he’ll probably want to do it himself,” Roan said.
I chewed my lip, trying to decide what was the best option.
“I don’t even want him to lay eyes on her. Ever. The bastard doesn’t deserve to see her beauty,” Taraik growled and I nodded in agreement. The memo we’d received said that Nix was due to arrive the next morning, rather than days so we had to decide how to handle it now. We couldn’t disappear into the woods, although that was my favorite option, because Nix would come looking for us. Whenever he got the chance to rub his power and wealth in our faces, he took it and I knew this time would be no different. He always did.
“The best option would be to hide her here and make sure she stays here. Limit any and handle the information involving Nix or should we keep her naïve to the danger?” Roan finally said and we all nodded. I’d always respected him as a leader and now would be no different. Hiding her was probably the safest option, for her sake, rather than forcing her out in public where he’d likely recognize her and want her for himself.
“Her intelligence is clear and she’s progressing very well. If she’s aware of the dangers of Nix’s presence, she’ll be more apt to listen and obey us in this,” Taraik replied. Out of the four of us, it was as if he could tell what she was thinking as she thought it. He knew when she needed our attention likely before she realized it too. It was really rather remarkable. If he thought she could handle it, I trusted his word.
Danika emerged from the bath then, her hair lustrous and wet as it hung down her back. She was wrapped in a baby blue towel that brought out the color of her eyes. Her beauty was something that I knew I would never tire of. She was our woman and that fact made me proud.
Taraik patted his thigh and she grinned, before pouncing over to sit on it. She looked around at all, taking note of our serious expression before her smile fell.
“Is something wrong?” she asked as she chewed her lip.
“There’s a man from the Vakarran military coming here soon, Danika. This man knows of your sister Kira and her reputation. He doesn’t like her,” I began.
“He knows your family name, little dove and that’s dangerous for you,” Taraik said next.
“Does he know about me?” she asked, her lips dropping into a frown. Her eyes grew glassy for a moment before Taraik squeezed her hip.
“No, he doesn’t know about you,” Roan responded and the sigh of relief out of her mouth was clearly audible.
“But we’re going to have to hide you, which means you’re going to have to remain in our tent while he’s here,” I replied.
“You could stay in the bath all day if you want,” Zac grinned and she smiled softly. “I hear pruned skin is sexy skin,” he added, and she giggled. Zac could always lift her mood and she adored him for it.
“I’d look like an old woman, I’d be so wrinkled,” she laughed quietly.
“Then apparently I’m into older human ladies,” he said with a wink and she laughed harder, leaving Zac looking rather pleased with himself.
Taraik smoothed her hair off her shoulder with a sad smile.
“Running into him would be exceedingly dangerous, little dove,” Taraik said and she nodded with understanding. “Can we trust you to remain here and not leave the tent? Or try to escape?” he asked, while taking her chin in his fingers, lifting her face so that he could meet her eyes.
“You can trust me,” she said.
“If you disobey, you will feel my belt for a good long time. I won’t allow you to come for hours. It’ll be a real punishment. Do you understand?” Taraik asked, not releasing her chin.
“I understand, sir,” she said, her voice quiet, but sincere.
“Good girl,” he replied, and her lips tipped up in a small smile.
I got up, got her brush, and handed it to Taraik. I took a moment then to squeeze her shoulder, letting her know I was there for her too, just without words. Taraik began to brush her hair, slowly working any tangles out of her long locks. She sat there quietly for a few long moments, just letting herself be taken care of.
After a while, she lifted her head and asked about the military man who was coming.
“What’s he like? I can tell by your expressions that none of you like him very much,” she murmured, and Zac chuckled.
“Perceptive,” I smirked.
I sat down next to her and began to tell her about him, about his cocky arrogance and what I’d experienced with him. She listened attentively, her expression growing more curious by the second.
“It’s known he’s remarkably cruel to human women. He treats them like objects. He’s damaged a number of females, just because he wanted to fuck them, and they weren’t as willing as he likes. Sometimes I think he just hurts them to send a message. I’ve needed to treat many of them afterward and their injuries were far more extensive than any I’ve ever seen here,” I added.
I wasn’t exaggerating either. The girls always came in screaming with terror from his cruelty and when we’d finally been stationed on Earth rather than by his side, I had been relieved that another doctor would have to clean up after him. I was still incredibly angry over his brutal treatment of those beneath him and there was no way I was going to allow him anywhere near her.
I’d kill him myself if he even looked at her.
The thought surprised me. I hadn’t quite known where it had come from, but I knew it was true. Danika was ours and there was nothing we wouldn’t do to keep her safe. Nothing.
Chapter Eight
Danika
Sitting in Taraik’s lap, I nervously fiddled with my thumbs. I listened to what Xandaar was saying and his stories reminded me of how Neil treated me. I tried to keep my memories from creeping in, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Taraik must have felt the tension in my muscles, because his hand crept up and snaked around my throat. He squeezed softly, just enough to remind me that he was in charge. He was so good at sensing my mood that it continued to astonish me, each and every time.
“When is this creep arriving then?” I asked, trying to keep my mood light.
“In a few more hours,” Roan answered, and I couldn’t keep myself from shivering. I wondered what he would be like, if I could even catch a glimpse of the alien that made even my four captors nervous. I found myself a little curious. My wanderlust was rising within me once again.
In a few hours, I would be alone in this tent. Unsupervised for the first time in weeks. The perfect opportunity to escape, but did I even want that? Could I even envision a life with these four alien men? Vakarrans at that? I felt unsteady. Like I was losing control.
I felt myself begin to panic. Memories of Kaze reared up once again and I stopped breathing entirely. I tried to push them away, but I struggled.
Taraik’s other hand drifted on top of my left breast, taking my nipple and pinching it tight. I squirmed.
“Little dove, I can feel your restlessness. Come. I think it’s time for a reminder of what will come should you disobey us,” he whispered. He picked up my brush and took my hand, leading me over to the bed. The way he held my brush made me nervous and I was suddenly very aware of the flat side of it. Would he punish me with that?
I knew better than to fight. The few times I had, my thighs had paid the price. When I behaved and submitted to Taraik, he was usually more forgiving. The look on his face was very serious right now though and as a result, my stomach rolled anxi
ously.
He sat down and pulled me toward him, placing the brush close within his reach. I was still standing, and he pulled me in between his thighs.
“Danika, I think it’s time for you to truly experience what will happen when you misbehave. I know what you’re thinking. You want to see this Nix. That you’ll be alone. That you might be able to escape. Tell me, am I right?” His eyes bored into mine and I squirmed as his palm brushed lightly over my ass. I took too long to answer, and he swatted me harshly.
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled.
“Thinking such things is very naughty, little dove,” he replied, and my ass clenched nervously. I knew he was right. It’s like he read my mind and I felt guilty for even thinking it.
“I’m going to spank you, then I’m going to paddle you. Then you’re going to get on your knees and apologize to me. You’re going to make it up to me,” he said rather firmly.
“Paddle?” I repeated breathlessly, and he nodded.
“With your brush,” he replied. I stared at it for a long moment, realizing that the thick wooden back would probably hurt. Biting my lip, I tried to backpedal and get out of whatever he was planning.
“Please. I’ll obey and stay here,” I begged, hoping my words would make him decide not to use it, but he ignored my pleas. Instead, he gently guided me over his knees, using his leg to lock me into position. His palm rubbed up and down my thighs, and my ass tightened anxiously.
“Danika, this punishment is a warning. You are not even to think about leaving this tent without my permission, is that clear?” he scolded, and I melted.
“Yes, sir,” I whined nervously. The other three were silent, letting Taraik handle me instead. I knew they were watching though, which made me feel even more guilty. The four of them had taken me as theirs, had given me nothing but pleasure and kindness and here I was thinking of escaping at the first possible moment. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. My body grew warm and even then, my curiosity reared its head once again.