"Put your arm out, or I'll break the bone and shove the medicine into the limp extremity," he growls.
Reluctantly, I put my arm out. I look away as he drags the needle against the skin. Grit my teeth as the pinch turns to the sensation of fire.
"The medicine won't be pleasant. As it interacts with the bacteria, you will try to resist it. That is why I have you chained."
He tightens and clamps the IV down, and it molds into my flesh. I don't know if it's from lack of sleep or if it's because everything feels so unbelievable, but the pressure causes my skin to swell and ache. It hurts so bad.
I suck in deep breaths to ease the pain. "Tell me you know what you're doing," I say.
"I'm not a doctor," he says.
He leans forward and grabs a bag from the floor, holding it up to the dancing light from the candles. "I've got your things in here. Clothes and makeup. I locked your weapons and shields in a case upstairs."
"I take it you took my radio, too?" I ask.
"Your communications device has been deactivated. Apologies, but I had to make sure they didn't track you."
I nod and hold back the urge to scream.
He grabs a tablet, turns it on, and waits for the screen to react. A smiling face appears. "Awaiting your command," it says.
"Xulu, prepare for eye detachment, rapid repair and installation," he says.
The screen beeps and lights up blue. "Eyesight re-sectioning initiated."
"Don't worry. My tools are the best there are," he tells me. "Eyes open."
He doesn't give me a choice to close them. He pries my eyes open and places a long tube around my face. It clamps down, suctioning around the outer edges of the socket. At the end of the cylinder is a red cross target. This is an older model.
"What is happening?" I ask.
"Look into the center target. It'll will be over soon," he says.
I jerk my hips, but I'm fully fastened to the bed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
The computer tablet makes another pleased noise. It vibrates before it quickly sucks the eyeball out. Within a second, it drills and installs a new one inside the socket.
The tube unlatches and falls to the floor.
"Jesus." I try to catch a breath, but I choke.
I rapidly blink my eyes, and the pain subsides. He was right. It wasn't as bad as the last one.
Carefully leaning over me, he unlatches the straps and frees my body. He motions for me to stand.
Opening my lips with his fingers, he swabs the saliva for more testing. He scans my retinas and forces me to turn around for him.
He gets really close to my face. "Are you scared?" he asks.
I don't know if I should tell the truth or hide my fear as they teach a soldier to do. He's different from the other aliens at the farm facility. Those alphas were completely devoted to the Syndicate. He seems like a rogue agent. He is devoted to my health. But why?
"Yes," I admit. "I miss my home very much."
"What about your friends? Do you miss them, as well?" he asks.
I nod. "My unit was very close," I say.
"I asked about your friends, not your work colleagues," he says.
I start to speak, thinking about the memories made in the barracks. I lived there for most of my life. I never really had friends, except for Clara. She always had my back.
“They are my friends,” I say.
"You don't have friends anymore," he says. "You've never had friends, and neither have I."
"You know nothing about me," I snap. "You're an ogre. You'll get caught, eventually. They'll cut off your balls and hang you."
He pushes his body against mine, slamming my back against the concrete wall. He forces one hand around my throat. The other fits between my legs.
His stare is complex. Endless. His eyes seem to hold the heaviest emotions possible, but he keeps it all buried deep inside.
"Doesn't matter who or what I am," he growls. "The fact is you're dying, and the Syndicate will want me dead for taking you. You need me to protect you. If you act up, I'll put this cunt to good use. Do you understand me?"
I spit directly into his face. "I'd like to see you try."
My saliva oozes down his nose and chin. He could kill me if he wanted to. He could crush me like a bug.
His breathing intensifies. His hands close around my wind-pipe, and his fingers brush through my thick pubic mound.
His eyes drop. I can feel something harden in the center of his pants.
"I can smell the scent of your pussy. I'd love to fill your belly with my seed," he moans.
I shut my mouth.
He backs away and nods. "I know everything about you," he says. "Anna Longdale. Age, 23. Five foot, six inches. By your squad's standards, that's a little short, but it's not out of the ordinary."
"Yes," I whisper.
He lowers the tablet. "Yes, what?"
"I... don't want to talk about any of this," I say.
"Don't worry. Just a few more questions until all of this is over," he says. "Are you fertile? Don’t lie to me."
I lower onto the bed, carefully holding the IV catheter level so it doesn't catch and pull the needle out. The pain is suddenly throbbing.
"As far as I know," I mutter.
"Boyfriend? Doesn't list you with any husband or mate," he says.
"Where are you getting this information from?" I ask.
"I'll check the box for none of the above. Let's move forward. There's one last thing I'd like to check out," he says.
My eyes water. "Will it hurt?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "No. Open that mouth again," he says. "Stick your tongue out this time."
I close my eyes and pretend I'm at the physician's office. This is just a normal checkup. "Ahh."
He slides a finger over my tongue, slowly moving it toward the back of my throat. I hold still and breathe carefully from my nose. He places a second finger inside and moans with approval.
"Hm. No gag reflex," he whispers. "That's a good girl. Keep that jaw open for me."
A third finger drapes inside. A fourth finger makes his entire hand inside my mouth.
He rolls the fingers into my throat, controlling my jaw in the process.
He releases his fingers. "Beautiful," he says.
Drool falls from my mouth, dripping onto my breasts. I've never been so humiliated in my life.
"Now that I've taken what I've needed from you, the initial inspection is over," he says.
"That's it? We're done here?" I ask.
"Call me sir," he states.
"Are we done, sir?"
He checks the IV bladder one more time and takes some notes. "For now," he says.
"How long will you keep me here?" I ask.
He turns the tablet off and sighs. "I understand this is hard for you to comprehend, but I've told you multiple times. You won't be going anywhere. From now on, this is your home. This bed is your bed. This is your space. You aren't well, Anna."
"I'd rather die than stay here," I mutter.
"Then you'll die a slow and loveless death. But for now, you are alive, and it is my duty to make sure you are healthy. I'm the beast that allows you to live." He smacks my cheek and squeezes, bringing my mouth closer to him one last time. My nose tingles as the emotion causes my sinuses to swell.
After he blows the candles out, the darkness washes over me once again. As soon as I hear him climb out of the well, I let myself cry. Every terrible emotion washes out of my body.
"Don't you get it? You're worth more than those Earth Federation cunts give to you," he says. "After I teach you how to behave, you can tell me how much they really mean to you."
After he teaches me.
I submit. "Yes, sir," I whisper.
I can hear the wind outside. It smells like it just rained. I dream of that rain, dream of the squad I left behind and the memories that come with it.
I remember staying home from grade school, watching the war’s horrors on television. The bombs d
ropped over theRed Sands. Boom. They thundered so loudly. I remember my mother telling me it was for the good of my future. They were doing this for me, she said.
Now, look where I have ended up. Earth Federation will assume I have defected with an alpha slaver. If he keeps me for long enough, my government won't accept me back. Like the others that have defected, they won't accept my story as truth. Specially curated videos will stream on every Earth Federation tablet device. A smear campaign will tarnish my name, while I rot in prison.
They will mark me as a traitor, but this alpha will always know the truth. I didn't defect. I was just too slow to react.
"Good night, Anna," he says, before he shuts the top.
"Good night, sir."
I close my eyes and block out the memories of my old self. The light has turned to serve those who embrace it.
I am his. I embrace darkness.
Anna
His heels rest flat against the pavement near my kneecaps. My skin is covered in scrapes. Bruises have formed where the IVs open my veins. Pain shocks every nerve.
I've been through hell and back.
"There are only three things I need from you," he tells me. "Number one, discipline. I need you to know when to open that mouth and when to shut the fuck up. Number two, obedience. Number three, safety. I need you to stay safe. I found you. I saved you. I won't let someone else take you."
Everybody's got rules to follow. These are mine.
“The process is something you have to go through. It's how you'll learn and grow." His eyes glow green in the darkness.
His process. Because whatever he says, goes.I must obey him, give in to every test he gives me.
“I need you to listen to me very carefully. You’re dying, Anna. Every hour that passes, more and more of your genetic code deteriorates. In less than three days, you will lose all bodily functions. Within a week, your mind will have turned to mush. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
I open my eyes and stare longingly into the abyss that penetrates the ground. He keeps me locked inside the empty water reservoir for my own good.
I understand what he’s telling me, but it doesn’t make it any easier to process. Not that long ago, I was with my team, under the protection of Earth Federation. We were patrolling the jungles outside Elysa base, looking for any sign of alien rebellion and slave traders.
We found them.
The chaos unfolded so fast. Now, I’m here, lost in his darkness.
With the strength I have left, I crawl toward the opening and marvel at how infinite the darkness feels. Somewhere in that shadowy hole is where it all first happened. Where my new life first took form.
I was one of Earth Federation’s finest. I was fighting for the good guys. Until he opened my eyes. The girl I used to be is gone.
“You like the darkness now, don’t you?” he asks.
I swallow. Nod my head. I used to hate the dark.
"I’m starting to understand, sir," I say. I like it. This. He has made our bond strong. Molded me to serve his needs. He has given me a purpose I never thought I’d receive.
“I won’t keep you down there much longer. Just a few more days. His voice is a deep growl. Pain seems to run through him, but he is sturdy and confident in his speech.
Makeup runs down my face. The freezing air flows across my naked body. A diamond necklace clings to my neck. Gently, it hangs over the heavy bruises made by his fingers.
This outfit isn't mine. This basement isn't mine. This body isn't mine.
But I own every memory.
He walks forward and slides his hand over my cheek. I swallow and feel the burn of shame resonate up my body. It sits there, waiting to boil over.
"Whatever you want me to do, I will do it," I say. My throat closes as I speak. "I need you, sir."
He moans in approval.
Leaning forward, he switches on a light.
Every inch of him slides into view. His eyes are black. They each have two pupils that shift in and out of focus. His long and agile arms wrap around my body, consuming me. His carved and chiseled abdomen slides against me, and I can feel every slippery scale, so alien and inhuman that it causes me to jerk back.
He kisses my neck, loudly, inhaling my scent before pulling away. Every action is violently seductive. Pleased with my reaction, he lets me go. His naked body stands without a single flaw. Designed by God to be the ultimate killer, his muscles roll and ripple across his enormous frame. There’s no way out of this, and it’s why I must give in.
He is a predator. He will always be a predator. And I am his prey.
It feels good to let go for once. So. Fucking. Good.
His foreskin slides back as his cock tests the cool air. He steps closer and forces the meaty flesh into his closed fist. "You know what I want, Anna," he says. "I want you to please me.”
"Yes, sir," I say.
The sight of his body makes my heart race. His testicles are enormous displays of his masculine power.
I obediently place my hands behind my back as he threads a thick rope around my wrists and steps away.
"Open," he moans.
He eases his cock onto my tongue, forcing the back of my throat wide with a deep thrust. It’s all so effortless for him, but it takes some practice for me to accept it.
He keeps my lips pried with his fingers.
How did I end up here?
"Open for me, Anna. My human pet. Just relax your tongue and breathe..."
I don't submit to survive. I submit for my pleasure.
Ax
We accept the pain of biological existence and understand that we are one step away from infinite peace. Until we reach that stage of enlightenment, alphas must hunt and spread seed. They must populate or face the threat of systematic extinction.
They're looking for her.
Her face is on every household tablet on the planet. Earth Federation has put a bounty on both our heads. Any information received comes with a high reward including money and complete integration into the Federation. Meaning, if someone saw where we went, we’d both be fucked by the long dick of the law.
She fusses and kicks. She tries all the different tricks to get away, but she is powerless against me.
I need to keep her safe. Everyone on the goddamn planet is looking for us, and she's on the verge of genetic deterioration. Whether she likes it or not, she’s all I’ve got now.
For days, I watch over her. She's my patient. I sit in the darkness and make sure she stays nourished and full of oxygen. Sweat beads against her pale forehead, and she shivers all throughout the night, but I will keep her alive.
All of this is temporary. Eventually, all wounds heal.
I study her. Her frame is petite, but she is blessed with an ass that protrudes like the hills of Xalkon. Though she tries to hide her eyes, I’m mesmerized by their hazel color, so freeing to look at.
Her frame curves like the soft ridges of the red sand dunes, and her pussy lips are like the waves that meet near the frothy mouth of the shore. She is the most exquisite creature I have ever laid eyes on.
Humans have always been an off-limit commodity. But as soon as I scented her, my instincts kicked in. I had to take her.
The other Syndicate aliens would have raped her. They would have cut her neck and left her for dead. I did what I had to do.
At least, that’s how I justify my actions.
When she wakes, I slide a plate toward her bed, along with a glass of water. The food is a combination of insect meat, reptile eggs, and vegetables, blended into a thick paste. I watch as her mouth twists in disgust.
"Looks gross, but it'll make you strong," I say.
She takes a small bite before spitting it back out.
"What is this shit?" she asks.
"You don't want to know," I say. "Just hold your nose and swallow it down. It will nourish you."
She rejects the food. "Maybe in a little bit," she moans. "I feel... sick."
I nudge a
metal bucket forward. "Go ahead."
I hold her hair as she pukes. It's the liquids I've got her on, along with the sleeping medications. The combination is making her ill, but it's kept the fever from spreading. I quickly make a note of her reactions.
When she's done, I carefully wipe her face clean. Then I introduce the food again. I do this a few times before she finally accepts defeat.
"Okay. I'll eat it," she says, nimbly taking another bite.
After she finishes her breakfast, she has to urinate. There are no working pipes out here. Everything is primitive, including my sleeping arrangements upstairs, in the house. Because I can't trust her, I can't take her outside.
She thinks I’m the devil. I’m not. But there are rules she has to follow. My rules.
I lead her to the corner of the room with a leash. I drag another bucket and point. "Here," I say. "It'll have to do."
She looks at me, defiance in her eyes. She probably thinks she looks tough, but she only looks disobedient, cute, and a tiny bit stupid.
Her unruly eyes make me want to fuck her. I think about taking her in the center of this room, leaving her dripping in my hot seed.
"I hate you," she sneers.
"Right now, you might hate me," I say. "Give it a few weeks. You'll learn to love me more than your daddy."
She wets her panties. Absolutely soaks them, and the excess wetness floods the bucket below her. She steps away from the bucket, yanking her collar from my hands. "Fuck. Off," she says, scowling.
I don't want to do what I'm about to do. I don’t want to, but she must learn. Away from the Earth Federation bases, women must submit to survive.
I force her to the ground and kneel alongside her. I place her cheek near the urine bucket and dip my finger inside. "Didn't your mother teach you how to potty?"
She nods and cries like a pathetic baby. I pull her back onto her feet and make sure she's looking at me. I lower my tone and try to explain.
"I don't want to hurt you," I say. "It's about teaching you right from wrong. You can't get better if you keep acting up."
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