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“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.
