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  She was such an interesting little thing.

  I continued my tender exploration of her, feeling her soft skin. I forced her to spread her thighs for me and she blushed with shame, exposing that little pussy I had enjoyed so thoroughly in front of my crew. My seed had dried along her thighs and I heard a hushed sigh as she took in her used state. Her pussy was still pink from when I spanked it with my palm, but there was no visible damage from being taken in such a rough manner.

  I knew I didn’t fuck gently, but I had been worried that I’d been too hard on her. I was very pleased to observe that my fears had been misplaced.

  “Turn over. Let me see your backside now,” I instructed.

  Her upper lip lifted just the slightest bit in defiance, but she thought better of it. Slowly, she rolled over onto her belly and turned away from me.

  “Up on your knees. Arch your back and present that pretty little bottom to me unless you need me to teach you another lesson about obedience,” I warned her. She was going to learn that when she tested me, she was going to lose. Every single time.

  This time, she obeyed. I knew there was going to be a time where she wouldn’t, and I knew that time would be much sooner rather than later. I’d be ready for that moment though, no matter where we were.

  She lifted her lower body and balanced herself on her knees and her forearms. Then she hesitantly arched her back and I moved behind her, taking in the arousing sight of her well-spanked little pussy and bared backside. I could also see her tight little bottom hole. I moved closer to her and traced my fingertips up the backs of her thighs. I could still see the marks of my palm on her pale flesh and that made my proud. It also made my cock impossibly hard.

  She was also wet for me, even after all those orgasms.

  With my thumb, I slid along her wetness and she moaned. No doubt she was flushed with shame from my inspection of her naked body on display like this. I continued my exploration with my fingers, dragging them up until they rested just on top of her puckered hole.

  She stilled. I couldn’t even hear her breathing. She didn’t know what I was going to do. I liked it that way. I wanted to show her that she had one last place that I could use, but I held myself back. I’d reserve that demonstration for when she needed a very real lesson in who owned her, when she needed to be reminded that I was now her master.

  I gripped her bottom with both hands, spreading her wide as she squeaked with surprise. She reached a hand backwards in an effort to stop me.

  “Put your hands back on the bed, little human, or else you’re going to find out that your pretty bottom and pussy aren’t the only places that can be spanked,” I warned her. Almost immediately, her hand returned to its rightful position on top of the blanket.

  “Good girl,” I purred, and I watched as her little pussy clenched down hard right in front of my eyes. Her bottom hole did too.

  I held her bottom open for several more moments to show her that when I wanted to see her like that, she had no choice but to obey me. Her breathing was shallow and the muscles in her back tightened reflexively as she struggled to not fight back. My gaze dropped back down to her pussy. She was very, very wet for me.

  I rewarded her for her obedience by finally releasing her bottom and gently caressing her clit between my fingers. She bit back an almost inaudible moan, but my hearing was quite perceptive. She couldn’t hide from me.

  “You may return to a seated position now, if you like. If you prefer to stay like this, that is okay too,” I said, and a visible tremor raced up and down her spine. She’d considered keeping her little pussy on display for me. I was sure of it.

  She didn’t though. Quickly, she pushed herself up and sat back down on the bed. She covered her feet with the blanket, and I didn’t say anything.

  “What are you going to do with me?” she asked.

  “Whatever I want,” I answered honestly. Her gaze darkened considerably, and I smirked in response. Her emotions played out on her face like a book. She was easy to read, and I was pleased to see that. It made her angry when I pushed her like this.

  “Where are you taking me?” she pressed next, looking around the room to avoid keeping her eyes level with mine.

  “You’re on the Black Ranger. We’re still docked with the vessel we stole you from, but we’ll be leaving for Nassarc soon after that. We aim to sell many of you humans, but I’ve decided to keep you for myself. Your place is to be here by my side,” I explained, and I could see her fury grow stronger right before my eyes. After several long moments, I watched, and she swallowed back that anger. Her brow furrowed, probably in an effort to figure out how to respond without earning my ire.

  “May I have something to wear?” she asked demurely. Her eyelashes fluttered just a little as she tried to appease me, and I smirked as I shook my head.

  “No. I like you naked so you’re going to stay that way for me,” I replied. Her eyes narrowed and she turned her head away, her lips tensing as she processed my response.

  “I’d like to shower,” she retorted, her tone giving away her annoyance at being made to remain completely bare for me. I sniffed the air and caught the telltale scent of her arousal. She may deny it, but I knew better. I probably knew her better than she knew herself.

  “You may cleanse yourself, but I will watch. You’re going to touch your pretty little body for me. If you’re very good, I might just give you permission to come,” I replied.

  A furious blush came over her cheeks as a breath escaped her lips. It was almost like she didn’t know what to say. I didn’t give her time to think as I offered her my hand. She took it hesitantly and I helped her climb from the bed, before I led her to the oversized bathroom attached to my bedroom.

  I had a huge shower with multiple showerheads meant to massage and soothe sore muscles, but I also had a big jetted tub meant for long soaks. I watched her closely as she looked from the shower to the bath.

  “Would you like to take a shower or a bath, little girl?” I asked her, watching her expression as she considered her decision.

  “I’ve never taken a bath before,” she whispered.

  “Do they not have baths on Earth?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow at her ignorance.

  “No. They were considered too luxurious in the sector I grew up in,” she answered, and I shook my head.

  “Then you are in for a treat, little human,” I replied. “Sit down on the bench and wait while I prepare one for you.”

  She sat down quickly. There wasn’t any anger left in her expression now, just an overwhelming sense of curiosity. She watched me as I turned on the water and poured a healthy portion of shower gel and fragrant oils into the running water. I looked back at her as she watched the bubbles grow. A smile glimmered at the edges of her lips and for a long moment, I was awestruck by her beauty.

  “Come here,” I said softly. Tentatively, she stood and walked over to me, unsure.

  I took her hand in mine and pulled her close, tipping her chin up with a single finger. I traced her soft pink lips with my thumb, and I had the sudden want to kiss her.

  So I did.

  I pressed my lips to hers without asking her if she wanted me to kiss her because it didn’t matter. I kissed her because I wanted to and because she was mine to do with as I pleased. At first, her response was hesitant and laced with her fury, but as I kissed her more deeply, she began to give in to me. I rolled my tongue with hers, claiming her pretty little mouth as mine once and for all.

  When I finally pulled away, the look in her eyes was one of intense arousal. She gazed back at me with a strength that was entirely unexpected, and it took me aback for a long second.

  Everything I knew about humans told me they were weak. Feeble. Frail.

  But the look in her eyes told me something different.

  Perhaps that would go away once she was properly mastered. I narrowed my eyes, studying her expression before I turned to the side to assess the water level in the bathtub. It was ready. I ignored h
er look of strength for the time being. I’d deal with that later.

  “Come now, human. Into the bath,” I directed.

  She wanted to talk back to me. She wanted to defy me. She didn’t though.

  She wasn’t ready to learn what that would mean. I saw it play out all over her face.

  With a soft sigh, she lifted one foot and placed it into the bath. It must have been hot because she sucked in a breath before placing the other foot beside it. She moaned quietly as she lowered herself into the bubbles.

  She was going to be moaning for me a whole lot more before I let her get out.

  Chapter Five

  Nina

  I could feel his eyes on me as I climbed into the massive bathtub. It seemed to be made for at least two of him, which meant about four or five of me. I stretched out my sore muscles and leaned back against the gently padded walls. Then the jets roared to life. I squeaked in surprise as the pulses pounded into my aching flesh, before I realized that it felt really good. I relaxed into the spray and turned my body this way and that so that I directed them where I needed them the most.

  This made a shower seem so boring. No wonder sector four didn’t have any. No one would have ever gotten any work done.

  The warm water lapped at my shoulders and I slowly dipped my head backwards, fully wetting my hair in the process. I hummed with pleasure as I leaned forward and Vane pulled the bench closer to me. He sat down and handed me a bottle of something that I assumed was shampoo.

  “For your hair,” he murmured gruffly, and I nodded.

  I opened the bottle and squeezed a healthy amount into my palm. I massaged it into my hair and the scent of oranges and ginger made my mouth water. The more I rubbed into my scalp, the stronger the aroma became. Carefully, I leaned backwards once again and rinsed the suds from my hair. Then I began to rub my skin free of the dirt of the Aberrant prison. It had been so long since I had been properly clean, and I felt like I was covered in layers of filth. I scrubbed especially thoroughly between my thighs where I knew Vane’s thick seed had dried on my skin.

  “Stand. I want to watch as you cleanse yourself,” he directed, and I turned to face him. I wanted to talk back and tell him I wouldn’t, that I didn’t want to parade my naked body in front of him for another second, but I remembered what he had already done. Hell, my backside and my pussy still ached from the burning spanks from his palm.

  Between my thighs still ached from the pounding intensity of his cock. I pressed them together and bit my lip. He cocked his head expectantly. I knew he wanted my obedience and he wouldn’t settle for anything less. If I defied him, I’d also have to pay for it with my body.

  I took a long moment to study his face as I pushed myself up to a standing position. The jets stopped and an overwhelming silence came over the room, the only sounds one of the water lapping at the sides of the tub as I straightened myself and stood before him.

  His golden eyes appraised my naked form, roving up and down my body, but he didn’t say a word as he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. He didn’t move off the bench or give any indication that he was going to come and touch me. His hair was long, falling well past his shoulders. It was a dark, dirty blond color. His face was narrow and cut with high cheekbones that were quite prominent. His jaw was angular and covered in dark stubble that made me want to reach out and run my fingers along it. He had a single thick gold hoop earring in his left ear.

  My gaze ventured downward, taking in the corded necklaces around his neck. One had a number of steel beads with extravagant carvings on each one. Another was studded with beads. The last was a long leather necklace that was threaded with a single gold coin that looked like it was from some time very long ago. His black cotton shirt was frayed at the edges but looked soft and well-worn.

  He looked dangerous, like a man who was used to taking what he wanted when he wanted. Though there was something else.

  He’d broken me with his rough taking of me, but he’d carried me to his bedroom, naked and sore so that I could sleep. Now he was letting me bathe in his tub and he’d done nothing to hurt me when I simply obeyed him.

  Beneath the rumors and fear surrounding this monster, there was something else.

  There was kindness. There was a man. And most important of all was that he had a soul beneath all those tales of death, murder, and thievery.

  He gazed at me with those burning golden eyes and I felt my knees go weak. I should hate him for what he did to me, for baring and punishing me in front of his men and all the Aberrants, for making me come while he took my virginity without even asking me if I wanted it. But I couldn’t. Not really.

  It made me angry, sure. At the same time though, it made me curious. It made me question what more he might do to me. If it made me come as hard as I had all over his cock. I licked my lips and hesitantly draped a single arm across my chest, holding onto my shoulder self-consciously as I did so.

  “Don’t cover that beautiful body. Put your hands back to your sides,” he instructed. There was no malice or judgement in his voice. It sounded sincere, like he meant it. Hesitantly, I dropped that hand back to my hip and my nipples hardened into tight little peaks when I did.

  His eyes narrowed as he studied me. I fidgeted just a little under his probing gaze.

  “Do you not think of yourself as beautiful, little human?” he asked.

  I bit my lip. I didn’t know what to say. Back on Earth, there was no celebration of beauty. No talk of looks because it wasn’t a useful quality. It didn’t give back to the rest of the community. It offered nothing of value.

  I hadn’t thought I was anything special. There were certainly other girls that were prettier than me or smarter than me. I opened my lips and closed them again, watching as he stood up from the bench and walked toward me. I trembled nervously, but he didn’t reach out to strike me. Instead, he lifted his hand to my cheek and cupped it gently.

  “I have never seen anything more exquisite than you finding your pleasure beneath me. You are beautiful all on your own, but you are even more stunning when you are coming for me,” he purred, and my pussy clenched tightly in response.

  I didn’t say anything.

  “You are my property now and I’m going to show off that beautiful little body often. You’re going to learn just how beautiful you are in your submission to me and we’re going to begin now,” he whispered, his voice rough and direct. I shivered under his hard stare, knowing that I could no longer hide from him even if I wanted to.

  He dropped his hand from my cheek and backed away, before taking a seat on the bench once again. My nipples hardened as he looked back at me expectantly. I felt my clit pulse under his constant assessment.

  “Now, take your fingers and circle those pretty nipples. I want you to pinch them for me. Tease them until they are nice and hard for me. Tease them for me while I watch,” he directed, and another rush of pleasure raced down my spine. My mouth went dry as I stared back at those haunting alien eyes. My tongue poked out from my mouth and I licked my lips, slowly swaying my hips from side to side as I contemplated what to do next.

  He raised a single eyebrow and his expression darkened.

  I didn’t want to be punished again, not so soon after the last one.

  Tentatively, I lifted my fingers to my breasts and began to explore my soft skin. I circled the outer rim of my areola, before bringing my fingers around the tips of my nipples. They were hard already and I had only just begun touching them. I rolled them in my fingers gently and then a bit more roughly. When I finally built up the courage, I pinched them lightly.

  “Harder. I want it to hurt a little,” he instructed.

  I pinched my nipples harder. For him.

  “Twist them roughly from side to side. Look at me when you do it,” he demanded next.

  I whimpered as I followed his directives. My own fingers were smaller than his, less sure, but they hurt all the same when I did what he asked. My nipples throbbed hotly so I did it
again, and that’s when I realized that I was wet. I slid one thigh against the other and was mortified to realize I was so wet that it had begun to slip down onto my legs.

  “Step out of the bath onto the rug. I want you to sit down on the ledge and spread your thighs for me. Show me just how wet you are for me right now,” he commanded. I shivered with arousal.

  We were alone. There was no one else here to see that I was so aroused by my alien captor. No one else would know if I fought him or if I gave in. No one else would know except for the two of us.

  I drew in a heated breath. And then another before I lifted one foot out of the tub. I climbed out and carefully sat down. When I lifted my head to stare back at him, he was watching me closely, likely reading my expression for any hint of what was happening inside my head.

  My mother had always said that I wore my feelings on my face, that I couldn’t hide how I truly felt. Vane probably realized that now. I couldn’t hide how aroused I was in that moment, even though I wanted to. He smirked gently and I knew that I was right.

  Slowly, I spread my thighs, the chilly air of the restroom embracing my wet folds. I watched as his gaze drew down to my pussy and I couldn’t help myself as a quiet cry of shame escaped my throat.

  “I want you to touch yourself. Slide your fingers inside your little pussy and tell me what you find,” he instructed next. His voice was calm. Expectant and without a single edge of cruelty or malice of any kind. Here, alone with me, Vane was just a man and not a monster. He’d left everything else behind.

  I found myself wanting to obey him.

  Hesitantly, I slid my right hand over top of my mound and into my slickened folds. I was very wet and now I knew exactly how much being made to do these things made me quiver with arousal.

  “Pinch your clit lightly. Then press down gently over top of it. Circle it with those pretty fingers,” he said next.