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Chapter Nine
Danika
The next morning, my four captors woke early. I could tell from inside the tent that something big was happening. The flurry of activity outside was loud and hurried. Male voices raced around, hushed voices whispered, and even the women acted uneasy. I peeked out of a small hole in the wall and watched, seeing more than my fair share of female slaves cuffed, slapped, and whipped in order to make them behave. Next door, I even heard one woman get the belt and it left me feeling shamefully aroused. I wondered if my men would ever use the belt on me.
I’d seen the camp when my Vakarrans had first brought me here, but I hadn’t ventured into it much. They had kept me here safe in their tent, but I didn’t really mind. I noticed a few changes from my vantage point, mainly the rise of a small stage at the center, as well as the addition of a few purple and silver flags.
A gentle rumble sounded off somewhere in the distance and Roan grew increasingly agitated. He was walking around the tent with his hands behind his back, deep in thought. Taraik was sitting on the bed and ushered me over. I went and sat down beside him and he began to brush my hair with the very same brush that had punished me the day before. I squirmed beside him, still feeling some residual soreness and he laughed softly. He took the brush and gently tapped the side of my hip, telling me without words that he was thinking about the same thing.
Zac and Xandaar sat at the table, going over some spreadsheets on their holographic projection screens together. They talked quietly amongst each other about different clinical studies, new weapons upgrades, and other things I didn’t recognize.
With a sigh, I looked down at my thighs.
Oddly, I realized certain places on my skin was sparkling. I brushed my fingers against them in wonder, trying to wipe the random glitter off of me, but to no avail. I then remembered that I hadn’t had to clean myself off in the morning. It was as though my skin has soaked up all semblance of my captors’ seed. Each and every last drop.
Weird.
“Taraik?” I asked, pointing to my skin.
He leaned in and studied me closer. His smile grew in size, but he didn’t explain what it meant. Instead, he just said, “That’s a good thing.”
“We need to go soon,” Roan commanded and Taraik took my chin in his fingers.
“Remember, little dove. Do not leave this tent, no matter what. We will come for you when it is safe,” he demanded, and I nodded.
“Yes, Master,” I said, entirely sincere. I wasn’t going anywhere. I had no desire to be caught by this infamous Commander Nix, just to catch a glimpse of him.
Taraik grinned, proud of me for my use of the word master. He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.
Roan was next to pull me into an embrace, although he lifted my chin and kissed me instead, letting me go with a solid smack on the ass. I yelped, and then Zac seized me next. Zac gripped both cheeks in his hands, squeezing softly.
“Go get all pruned for me,” he joked, and I laughed.
“I’ll get so wrinkled you won’t even recognize me,” I replied, and he grinned.
“Even better,” he said, sticking his tongue out at me. He kissed me softly, taking control then and I let him. His kiss gradually became harder, more dominating by the second until I was sure he was going to fuck me right there. When he finally pulled away, I was left breathless with want.
Xandaar was last. He took my hand and pulled me to him, bringing my fingers to his lips. He kissed them softly.
“I can’t wait to come back to your beautiful face, here waiting just for us. I’ll miss you in the meantime,” he said.
“I’ll miss you too,” I said softly, and I moved forward, kissing him next. He brushed his lips against mine gently, sweetly and when he pulled back, he gazed at me with a certain kindness I hadn’t expected.
I watched as my four Vakarrans turned and left me in that tent, all alone to wait for them. I rushed to the door and peeked through the slit, watching as they walked off down the dirt trail, toward the great big white tent at the center of the camp. For a while, the camp was quiet, and I grew tired of watching.
I decided then to take a bath, just like Zac had suggested. Quietly, I climbed into the water and sighed at its perpetual heat. I washed and conditioned my hair first, brushing out the tangles when I was done. Next, I soaped up my body, noticing that even when I scrubbed my skin, the glittering spots didn’t go away no matter how hard I scrubbed. I stared at the spots for a long while.
Finally, I laid back in the water and rinsed myself, letting the hot water relieve my sore muscles. I ran my hands over my breasts and my thighs, happily remembering the events of the past twenty-four hours. I considered myself lucky then.
I sighed happily, splashing gently in the water and then my skin did something weird. It flashed purple for a long second, before changing back to its original pale color. I blinked, convinced I was losing my mind.
That didn’t just happen, right?
But it did again, only this time it flashed a silvery gray, almost the same color of the tub. It lasted longer this time until I shook my head, blinking rapidly and then my skin color returned to normal. I closed my eyes and submerged myself under the water. When I came up for air, I shook my head and climbed out, concerned that maybe the heat was getting to me.
I picked up one of the fluffy white towels on the side table and wrapped it around me. I headed back toward the bed and sat down.
My skin flashed once again, this time white, like the towel. I wasn’t losing my mind, right? What the fuck?
