Conquered_A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance Page 6

  “Thank you, Captain Veghar. As my battalion was in charge of this rebel’s capture, it is well within my right to claim her as my slave, my breeder. As such, it is my responsibility to see to my property’s discipline,” Zaavyr began.

  The other alien gritted his teeth in annoyance, but nodded, accepting Zaavyr’s word.

  “Do any Vakarrans object?” Zaavyr asked.

  The room was silent as the commander appraised them.

  “Then I will proceed. Aedan, Jax, take her legs,” he said, and I couldn’t help but struggle as the pair moved toward me.

  Aedan and Jax gripped behind my knees, pressing against my flesh there hard enough for it to hurt. I tried to kick, but their hold increased firmly, and I cried out, my limbs giving in despite the fight in my mind. Zaavyr moved between my legs while Coltan’s fist grasped my hair and arched me back.

  My scalp burned.

  The pair of aliens spread my legs wide, showcasing my pussy to everyone seated in front of me. My core throbbed and my muscles quivered as I felt Zaavyr’s touch glide up my thigh.

  His fingers swept across moist flesh and I cried out with shame. I was wet with arousal. Why would my body react to this? Why would it want this?

  Coltan’s grip softened and his other hand drifted to cup my face. His touch was soft, oddly comforting as Zaavyr touched my plump, glistening folds. His thumb circled, gliding up and down my pussy until it settled on top of my clit.

  My entire body reacted violently to his touch, although it wasn’t as I expected. It was with arousal. I was fucking turned on. What was wrong with me?

  The roughness of his finger pad pressed firmly against my needy bud and my hips bucked toward him.

  Confusion must have passed over my face, because Zaavyr shushed me quietly, so silently that I knew no one else could hear. Why? What was happening? On display, completely naked before hundreds of human women and alien men, I should be ashamed and humiliated, but instead, I was terribly turned on.

  “No, please,” I begged.

  Coltan kissed the top of my head and I felt the walls of my resistance melt, just a little bit.

  “Remember, submit, little rebel,” he chided, directly into my ear.

  Zaavyr pinched at my clit and I moaned, shuddering with my building need for release. I didn’t know what was happening. I was innocent, I’d never even touched myself to bring pleasure. I had more important things to worry about.

  I was a virgin. Zaavyr’s digits dipped into my entrance, testing my wetness, spreading it around my swollen flesh and causing me to quiver. I licked my lips, trying to hide the soft moan that threatened to escape from the depths of my throat.

  I tried to squeeze my legs shut, to try to fight this pleasurable assault but to no avail, Jax and Aedan still held me tight. They each held on to one of my legs with only one arm, their other hands venturing toward my hardened nipples.

  The two of them took each sensitive bud between their thumb and forefinger and squeezed, softly, more gently than I expected. My back arched into their touch and I couldn’t fight it. I liked it. Behind me, Coltan released my hair, but continued to massage my scalp.

  Shouldn’t they just take me and get it over with? Why were they doing this? Why was my body coming alive under their touch? I whimpered, confused and dazed with my reactions, the way my spine arched and my hips rocked to them, almost pleading for them to take me.

  Zaavyr’s fingers probed inside me, deeper until he touched my virgin barrier. I heard his breath suck in then, he wasn’t expecting that. His finger explored even further, pressing against it a bit harder, more firmly until I whimpered.

  I heard his pants unzip and I shuddered.

  I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could feel it. I may have never experienced sex before, but I’d seen a man’s dick, a human one that is, so I was aware of the basic anatomy. I felt his erection glide across my wet folds, but I wasn’t prepared for the heat of it. I wanted to see it.

  My core throbbed deeply, and my pussy clenched greedily, almost as if I wanted it, as if I wanted him to fuck me and take my virginity.

  Did I? Was I that far gone?

  Fingers tweaked my nipples and Coltan massaged the back of my head. My limbs became pliable, my need for release overwhelming.

  I didn’t want this, right?

  Even then, I couldn’t decide. My mind fought but my body begged for it.

  I needed release.

  “Submit, Kira. Submit and we’ll make sure you enjoy it,” Coltan whispered. Zaavyr caught my eyes as I arched forward, his coppery golden irises meeting mine with both concern and confidence.

  Even though I should know better, that I was probably making something out of nothing, I think, in that moment, he cared.

  I bucked away, panicking. He moved forward, smothering my body with his, his cock sliding hotly against my clit. Up and down, over and over until my legs were quivering, seconds away from release.

  I shouldn’t want this. But I did. I did want it. I needed release and these men needed to fuck me. He shifted his hips and the head of his cock nudged my entrance. He lifted his head from my shoulder and stared straight down at me.

  “Submit,” Coltan whispered.

  At that moment, that word sank into my brain. I should fight it, but with my wrists bound, my body relented. I looked up at Zaavyr, his eyes searching mine, almost as if he was asking permission, even though I knew how this would end.

  My skin smoldered, every nerve alive.

  He would take me, whether I liked it or not. I knew that, but his features softened, and his cock pressed down on my clit, arousing me, taunting and teasing me. They wanted to make me enjoy it. I chewed my lip and closed my eyes for a long second before opening them once more. I was a fighter. I would always be a fighter.

  Just because I was enjoying their touch, that wouldn’t change. I was strong. They would never break me.

  I nodded, my movement slight, just enough for Zaavyr to see.

  His hips rocked back, the head of his cock scorching hot against my achingly empty channel, and then he surged forward. His cock, much bigger than I anticipated, speared me and I screamed at the sudden pain. He stilled then, allowing my body to slowly acclimate to his size.

  Everyone tightened their grip on me, holding firmly onto my legs and Coltan, his fist in my hair.

  “Scream, Kira. I like to hear those pretty cries,” Aedan said, his voice loud enough for the entire audience to hear. I growled in response and Zaavyr began moving his hips, his cock moving back and forth in my channel and I couldn’t help but shudder with unexpected ecstasy. My mind was a confused mess of thoughts, but there was no denying how good this felt.

  Aedan pinched my nipple roughly and I yelped, glaring in his direction.

  Bastard.

  Zaavyr slammed into me roughly, the cadence of his movements picking up speed. His cock, although big, constantly felt larger, so much so that I couldn’t get used to his size. He took me in that moment, owned my naked body and used me for his enjoyment.

  Only, I was liking it too. I was liking it a lot.

  My pussy hungrily clenched around his cock, the friction of his skin against mine overwhelming and all consuming. All the hands on my body burned with sensation and I moaned softly in my throat. My fingers gripped the leather cuffs around my wrists and I lifted myself just a hair, wanting to fight the orgasm rising within me, but I didn’t.

  Zaavyr’s hand drifted down to cup my hip before his fingers ventured to graze over my throbbing clit.

  Holy fuck.

  The moment his thumb touched me there, the orgasm that was threatening to surge over me slammed over my body like a tidal wave against a rocky cliff. White-hot pleasure pierced my core and I could have sworn I saw stars. It was all consuming and I wasn’t quite prepared for the power of it.

  I heard myself scream, but I couldn’t believe the sounds that were coming out of my mouth. The raw passion and ecstasy in my voice sounded like someone else, but
I knew it was me. And everyone could hear it.

  My blood roared hot in my veins and I shook with it, trembled in the grasp of four men. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned. Zaavyr fucked me hard and I could feel myself viscerally tighten as another orgasm tumbled over me.

  I felt him tremble beneath me and he groaned quietly, just loud enough for me to hear. My body felt like it was burning with fever, blazing hotter just upon hearing him moan too. He slowly pulled in and out, gripping my hips before he pulled out entirely and pressed his massive erection against my belly. It was pulsing and throbbing with his own pleasure against my skin.

  He groaned low again as his cum painted my breasts, the lavender-colored milky liquid dripping down my skin. I breathed low, my heart hammering in my chest as he pulled away. I could feel it drifting across my skin, marking me as his property.

  The four men drew back then and released me, watching me, waiting as their leader’s cum dripped down my flesh. I watched forlornly, humiliated as Zaavyr tucked his cock into his pants and turned away. With my legs on the ground, gravity forced the wet cum down my body.

  The tent was silent as the liquid dried on my chest.

  Sticky. Humiliating. Shameful.

  My veins still pounded with the aftereffects of my release.

  Coltan moved in front of me, careful not to touch my skin where his leader had marked. He took out his own cock and I was finally able to see it. Thick and purple, it looked like a monster’s cock. It was huge. The head bulged outward, its girth imposing. Pink veins throbbed down either side of the shaft and I licked my lips.

  For some insane reason, I wanted to taste it. I craved it.

  He took my legs into his arms and pushed the tip of his shaft against my sore, aching pussy, already feeling roughly used. His cock slid inside me with ease, seemingly growing in size as soon as he entered me. My slick arousal coated my thighs, and he used it to coax a third orgasm from my body, playing with my clit even though I begged him not to.

  “Please,” I pleaded.

  I couldn’t help it as my body reacted to his. He pressed his forehead to mine and kissed me, taking me as he pleased, and I liked it. My body, already used and abused, rose to him, begged him for another orgasm. He fucked me harder and I screamed louder.

  My thighs trembled as I came again, the wet sounds of our fucking shameful to my ears.

  Coltan also pulled out then, placing his cock on my belly as he came on my breasts. Sweaty, sticky, theirs.

  He met my eyes and looked away.

  I watched him walk away with an almost forlorn sadness.

  Jax approached me next. I lifted my head, my body already exhausted. He took me next, his cock angled in such a manner that he stroked a sweet spot deep inside me. My pussy throbbed, stretched and tender, as his cock seemingly grew even larger. He fucked me roughly, punished me so that I screamed with pleasure and pain. I shuddered with another orgasm as he forced it from me, before he came on my chest, just like Coltan and Zaavyr did. His gaze searched mine, cool, calculating, and calm, analyzing me before he eventually turned away.

  I hung my head, my breasts crusted with both dry and wet cum.

  I felt so ashamed. Humiliated.

  Aedan was the only one left.

  He moved behind me, and I shuddered. He was the only one who made me nervous. I didn’t know what he would do. Last night he had been rough, threatened to beat me and I had stood strong against him. He gripped my bottom cheeks in his fingers and spread me.

  Keening with embarrassment, I tried to hide my face in my arm.

  His thumb drifted over my bottom hole and I clenched, the intrusion unexpected, humiliating. He let go of me then and I heard the telltale signs of the unbuckling of his slacks. He grabbed my hips from behind and lifted me. Then, he slid into my pussy with little effort and I whimpered slightly. He fucked me hard from behind and I made the mistake of opening my eyes to see the crowd before me. All eyes were trained on me, some sad, some jealous and others mildly sympathetic, others strangely fearful.

  His fingers drifted backward again, down the cleft of my ass and on top of my tight rim. Using my rampant arousal, he began to press the tip of his thumb against my bottom hole and my face flushed hot.

  He couldn’t mean to. He wouldn’t.

  I kicked and fought, but his thumb was relentless. In and out, his digit probed me, and my body responded hotly.

  I cried out loud, the sound a confusing mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

  Aedan’s hips slammed into mine, over and over. He took me hard and fast, while his digit worked my bottom and I felt my release bubbling up all over again. I tried to fight it, didn’t want to shame myself in front of all these women again, but it was useless.

  My orgasm shattered me completely, breaking me into a million little pieces and I hung limply in my bonds. I felt Aedan pull free from my greedy pussy and his cum splashed across my lower back and the curves of my ass. He didn’t say a word as he placed my legs back on the ground.

  I swayed.

  The men stood at the side of the stage, together, all four of them watching me.

  The silence was overwhelming. My humiliation complete. The Vakarrans had made an example of me, that much was clear. I hung my head, staring at the ground.

  “Let that be a lesson to you ladies. Should you ever betray your masters, the same will happen to all of you. You’ll be publicly punished and used by the masters of the camp. Now, back to training with the lot of you. Go,” Captain Veghar said, his tone harsh and commanding.

  There was movement all around me as the women were funneled out of the tent.

  I didn’t have the energy to lift my head. Even my balance was off, as I swayed back and forth. I hung by my wrists, my whole body numb, still shaking with residual tremors of pleasure.

  Exhausted, I shut my eyes, distinctly aware of the drying cum cracking over my skin. I felt slick with sweat, smelling the mixture of my own arousal with theirs.

  Zaavyr walked over to me, holding a cup with a straw to my lips. My sound of thanks was simply a raw moan, my voice cracking.

  The water was cold, ice cold and soothing as it slid down my throat.

  His large palm curled around my face.

  “You’re to stay here till nightfall when I will come retrieve you. You are not permitted to speak, or bathe until nightfall. I want you to think about what you’ve done and how this wouldn’t have happen had you submitted to your Vakarran masters in the first place.”

  I nodded, unable to formulate a brave and courageous response.

  They left me alone then. Completely alone, covered and marked with cum. Used, but not broken. I would never be broken.

  It took me some time, but I eventually gathered myself. It took a long time for the passionate aftershocks of my orgasms to fade away and despite my efforts not to, I felt myself drift off to sleep from time to time.

  When I awoke some time later, I lifted my head, convinced I’d heard something. My skin tingled beneath the markings of dried liquid. I looked down at my breasts and was surprised to see glittery patches across my skin.

  What the hell was that?

  I moved and shook my body a little bit, but the patches of skin continued to sparkle. I studied my pale flesh, remarking that there was much less dried cum there than I had expected. There had been a lot more when they had left me a few hours ago.

  “How long do we have to wait to get her?”

  “A few more hours. She’s going to need a good meal. That was a lot for her, especially since she’d been a virgin this morning.”

  I lifted my head in alarm.

  What the hell? Maybe I was going crazy, but I could have sworn those voices sounded in my head. Coltan and Zaavyr were talking about me, discussing my fate between them.

  I licked my dry lips, wishing for more water. I looked around, realizing that someone had opened all the walls of the tent, leaving me on display, naked and marked for anyone passing by to see. I gritted my teeth a
nd raised my chin.

  I could handle anything.

  Even this.

  I’d grow stronger because of this. I knew it could have been worse. Although I was embarrassed and ashamed of taking my pleasure so publicly, it had made the entire experience bearable. It pained me to admit it, but there was something intriguing about being taken by all four men. Even now, my thighs quivered with the memory.

  “I don’t care what Strohass thinks. I want to go get her now,” Aedan’s voice sounded in my head. His tone was angry, fierce and bolder than I had been used to.

  “You know we can’t. If we get her now, Veghar is going to run and tell Strohass and that’ll put us in a dangerous position. She has to stay until nightfall. We can care for her then. We don’t have a choice,” Jax responded. He sounded thoughtful, strategic, and rather reluctant when he replied to Aedan.

  I looked around, confused.

  Yeah, that was definitely in my head.

  That was totally fucking weird.

  I sighed, hanging in my bonds. I let my eyes drift around, looking out as naked women were led around by their owners. It made my stomach rumble with anger. I imagined how my sisters would feel if they were in my position, how I’d want to kill any man that laid a hand on them. I would never stand to see such a thing. I’d kill any Vakarran who touched a single one of my sisters.

  I saw Zaavyr and Coltan walking out of their tent in my direction, and to my annoyance, my sore pussy clenched with arousal in anticipation of their arrival. Even more frustrating, I could feel myself growing wet. What the hell? What the fuck was wrong with me?

  In Coltan’s hands was a glass of water and I licked my lips. It was around dinnertime and my stomach growled angrily at not getting any food all day. I was silent as they entered and approached me.

  Coltan lifted the glass and I took a long drink from the offered straw. Zaavyr offered me a bite of cheese hidden in his palm and I accepted it greedily. I knew that I needed to keep up my strength, especially if I ever wanted to escape.

  They didn’t say anything to me nor I to them for a long time. They studied me, taking the time to stare at the glittery spots on my skin that marked me with their claim, even running a finger over my tender flesh. I shivered then.