When we started moving toward the massive circus tent at the center, I figured out why. Through the thin white walls, I could hear movement, of feet shuffling and Vakarrans barking orders and my insides started to squirm. What was going to happen in there?
My heartbeat began to quicken in my chest and I licked my lips. The leash tugged me forward and we entered the tent. I darted my eyes around and was alarmed to see hundreds of women, every single one of them naked, seated on cloth-covered benches. They had their hands in their laps and their eyes on the ground. Even with my entry, they didn’t lift their sight to look at me. It was incredibly disconcerting.
There was a stage at the center of the ring, surrounded on all sides by audience members. Stationed along alleys that punctuated the crowd were a handful of Vakarrans standing guard. The crowd of women was so large in number that I was taken aback for a second. I wished the women weren’t brainwashed into their submission. An army of women this size would certainly overcome the Vakarrans here in the camp.
None of them even acknowledged me. Talk about frustrating.
At the middle of the stage was some sort of metal contraption, with two tall poles laden with hooks. I could only guess I was soon to be latched to it and forced to take whatever punishment the aliens deemed necessary. One alien man stood beside it, glaring in my direction.
Lifting my chin, I walked forward with pride, despite my embarrassment at being naked. I wouldn’t show that I was afraid, not even a little. Down the alley we walked, until we approached the stairs to the side of the stage.
Silently, Jax took a hold of the leash and guided me up to the platform, while Zaavyr moved to talk to the man standing on there. His body language was deferential, and I knew instantly that the mysterious alien had a high rank in Vakarran society. I noticed that Jax, Aedan, and Coltan had all tensed up a little. They were watching Zaavyr out of the corners of their eyes, their stances protective without them even realizing it.
Interesting.
Who was this man?
“Good afternoon, ladies,” the tall mystery alien boomed over a mic I saw attached to his collar. None of the human females even moved a hair. They all kept their heads down, submissive and demure, quiet little obedient slaves. I saw one twitch and lift her head. The guard standing near her reached down and cuffed her head, whispering something and the woman quickly looked back down, muttering apologies.
I went to move forward, but Jax jerked me backward, not hard enough to throw off my balance, but just enough to remind me that I was no longer in charge. I couldn’t save the girl and it hurt me that I couldn’t.
Coltan took the leash then and unclipped the cuffs from the steel connector. Then, he took my wrists, one by one, and attached them to the poles from either side of me. There would be no escape for me.
My ankles weren’t bound and that calmed me. I felt his touch stray across my shoulder and I met his eyes. Something inside him looked strangely sad, resigned to whatever was about to occur.
“We have a special guest today for you, ladies. Behold, Kira Stryke, the traitor to your Vakarran masters, has finally been caught. She has evaded capture for years, refused to turn herself in and killed a number of Vakarrans men without a care,” the alien man continued. I sneered in his direction; his skin was a sickly pale purple, a few shades different from my four captors.
I heard a collective gasp pass through the crowd. The Vakarrans, strangely, didn’t admonish any of the women.
“She’s been brought before you today to teach you all a lesson, to show you that resistance is futile and fighting the Vakarrans will only result in pain and punishment.”
I shivered. Fucking prick.
I knew I had wavered over the last twenty-four hours, that the four men that had captured me had thrown me off-kilter. They could have tortured me, beat me bloody, or killed me, but they hadn’t. Instead, they had looked at me with a certain form of respect. I hadn’t expected that.
The new character, this mystery alien, felt very different. His eyes roved my naked body and I shivered with fear. What was he going to do to me?
Zaavyr moved forward then, his shoulders drawn back, his presence imposing. Shackled behind him, his change in demeanor made me instantly nervous.
“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.