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The next few days passed rather quickly. All the men took turns training me. I learned what was expected of a Vakarran breeder. How I was supposed to kneel, speak, where I was supposed to look and most important, how I was supposed to act around other Vakarrans. As the week went on, I began to feel closer to them all, each one providing a need for me that I didn’t get from all the rest.
Ryder was the leader. He protected me. When he felt I’d had enough, he’d take me aside and feed me, make me rest, or allow me time to enjoy some of the amenities left behind by whatever rich family had lived in this penthouse before Earth was conquered. He didn’t allow me much leeway though and punished me soundly when he thought I deserved it.
Aarom was turning one of my close friends. He was gentle most of the time, although he’d whipped me once or twice with his belt for disobedience, telling me it was for my own good. I always tried to learn from him, but sometimes it was hard. Even when I was started to object to my captivity, he would listen and try to understand me. He didn’t rush to discipline me but made sure I understood why he was doing it. From him, I learned how wildly different our cultures were. He told me stories of things he’d heard that other Vakarrans had done to humans and I was left thankful for the fact that I had these four to look out for me.
Morgn was the source of many dark desires. He took me in ways the others generally didn’t, in dirty and depraved ways, using objects and props to torture me in ways I could have never expected. He was quiet, mysterious, and most certainly sadistic, but I couldn’t help but realize I needed it too. He liked to punish me just because he could and oftentimes, it left me weak with pleasure despite the pain. I learned to like his pain very much.
Davon was the least experienced of the four, but he sure knew what he wanted in the bedroom and he wasn’t afraid to demand it. He rather liked getting his cock sucked too, and I was ashamed to admit that I enjoyed pleasing him. He had a good sense of humor and was extremely intelligent. One day, he hacked into the electrical system in the penthouse and used residual power from the surrounding buildings to power on a hologram movie in the middle of the massive living room. Together, we’d cuddled on the couch and watched it, as if we were a normal couple on a date night, only there were four of them and one of me.
Our telepathic connection grew stronger. The more we fucked, the more I felt them in my head constantly. It became easy to communicate. I just had to think something to them, and they would respond, making our bond deeper than ever.
As much as I hated to admit it, I was beginning to care for them.
I missed my sisters a lot. Sometimes I would sit and stare out the window in their direction and Aarom would come and comfort me. He’d ask what was wrong, but I would refuse to tell him. I’d never tell anyone about my family.
Not now. Not ever.
Everything was fine. I was accepting being their captive.
Until Ryder had told everyone, including me late one night, that Commander Nix expected our presence on the ISS Starrider within the next few days. At first, I was excited at the prospect of potentially seeing Kira once again, but upon seeing the nervous looks on all four of their faces, my own anxiety began to grow. Something was definitely wrong.
“Who is Commander Nix?” I asked, needing to know more.
Morgn scowled. His hatred was palpable. Had that look been directed at me, I’d have cowered and run far away. Shit.
“I’ve been able to scrape together enough parts to fix our own ship. We should be able to leave Earth once I get that taken care of,” Davon said, his reluctance obvious.
Even Ryder looked unhappy about the situation.
Aarom sighed and met my gaze.
“Commander Nix is our leader. He is extreme in his beliefs and harbors a certain hatred for rebellion. He knows about your sister’s reputation and he will want to ensure nothing of the sort will happen with you. He demands to meet you and evaluate you, to see if our training is sufficient or if he will need to claim you and master you instead,” he explained.
My mouth dropped open. My breath caught in my throat. They couldn’t be serious, right? My captors wouldn’t allow Nix to take me, right?
“If he claims you, we have no recourse,” Ryder said, dashing my hopes away with a single blow.
“Will he hurt me?” I questioned, my voice hardly audible.
Morgn growled with anger. No one else answered, but I could tell from the fury on Morgn’s face that the answer was yes. Nix would hurt me.
My jawline tensed. I had to escape.
These four men were Vakarrans, an alien race known for their honor, cruelty, and strength. They were not known for their mercy.
How could I have allowed myself to begin to feel comfortable? To accept their ways as my own and forget where I came from. I was human. They were Vakarran. I wanted my freedom and they had taken it away from me.
I took a deep breath.
I remembered the paper and the sleeping medication hidden away in the bathroom. The Resistance was waiting for me, wanted to rescue me. In their hands, I’d be safe from the likes of Commander Nix and the four Vakarrans holding me captive.
I’d be free again. Free to return to my sisters and keep them safe.
They needed me, and I needed them.
It was in that moment that I made a decision. I was going to leave, tonight.
The men had given me pretty much free rein and I’d taken to exploring the closet of the woman who had lived here before. Most of the time, they allowed me the privilege of wearing clothes, although Aarom would constantly remind me that once we arrived on the Starrider, I wouldn’t be allowed to.
