Chapter 7
Ido not know how many days I spend in the wreckage—or even if it is more than a day at all.
It gets light and dark and light again, but my mind is not working the way it should and I am not counting the way I should, and after a while I can’t deal with the growing scent of death.
I’m afraid of seeing someone I recognize. I’m afraid of seeing, well, him…
Functioning more on some theoretical sense of what should be done more than actual real human thought, I carry what I can in a pack, and I dress myself in discarded uniform pants.
I have boots, leggings that fit me well, a pair of over-pants that don’t, a sweater, a thick jacket that is also too big, and a bag full of items I’ve somehow managed to forage from the wreckage.
I start to walk toward a forested area. I want to be away, but not too far away, in case rescue comes. I know that I will stick out. I took a radio device, and some other wired things that I think might register if someone was looking for a survivor.
Just as I leave the wreckage site and slide into the trees, I hear voices.
What a beautiful thing.
The sound of humans has never struck me so profoundly before. I open my mouth, prepared to cry out for help and recognition, but something stops me before I do.
I peer through the leaves of the bush I happen to be in and I see people moving through the wreckage. They’re not survivors though. They’re not wearing our uniform.
They’re big men wearing dark clothing, with red insignia.
They are Vikar.
I know it instantly.
I crouch down in the undergrowth and watch them as they move through the wreckage. They’re looking for something. I wonder what. Not any tech or supplies, because they walk past all sorts of interesting things that I’d take if there weren’t a limit to what I can carry.
“A lot of bodies.”
“We’ll give them a funeral,” one laughs. His words are kind of nice, but his tone isn’t.
“There’s someone alive,” a deeper voice insists. “Keep looking.”
My blood runs cold. They’re looking for me. They must have some kind of scanning device that detects alive people, so they know I am here. However it works, it apparently doesn’t give them an exact location. Or maybe it does, and I just moved in time.
“Fan out. He’s here.”
They think I am a man. That’s useful. Maybe I can just sneak around being all feminine and not getting on their radar.
Then one of them swings around to look directly at me.
I stand there like a stunned fish. I am not at my best right now.
Being full body slammed from a great height into a planet and left in the smashed-up remains of everyone and everything you’d come to know is not good for the mind, the body, or the soul.
“There’s a woman there!”
“Argh!” I say.
The little part of my brain that is still working in a reasonable way tells me that was not the thing to do.
That part starts forcing its way through my frozen mind, kicking shit over and telling the rest of my brain that the time for being stupid and shocked is done because we have some surviving to do.
I feel myself come online sort of all at once, in the weirdest way. It’s like I was just reset.
I drop the bag, because it’s heavy, and I run.
“Get her!”
The Vikar give chase, and I suppose some part of me knows they’re going to catch me, but no part of me has any intention of making it easy for them.
I sprint for open ground, quitting the forest proper and running along its edge instead.
There has to be a dozen of them, and they are now all chasing me, joining in the hunt like wolves tag-teaming their prey. I’m not going to get away, but I’m going to try…
We already know what happens before it even happens.
I fall.
They catch me.
I get taken to their shitty camp, I get a chip put in my fucking neck, and then the jarl asserts himself because men can’t stand it when women don’t play the right kind of helpless captive.
I am lying over that medical table with the vibrator in my ass and my body going haywire in several different directions all at once and I am realizing that this could really be what the rest of my life is like if I don’t escape.
He wants me to cry, I bet. I bet that would really fucking do it for him.
“Are you starting to understand how this works? You’re my pretty piece of captive flesh, and every part of you belongs to me.” As he speaks, he slowly twists the vibrator inside my ass, finding new parts of my insides to explore.
I am wet, but it’s not because I’m turned on in the usual way. My body is reacting to stimulation, pain, and fear. It’s a potent cocktail and it is forcing my mind to swim in a whole mess of hormones designed to help me survive.
The Vikar have been conquering and capturing women for tens of thousands of years. Of course Jarl Drako knows how to make my body quiver. Making a captive woman climax 101 is probably mandatory in their college courses, if they have them.
“Stop trying to think your way out of this,” he says, tapping my ass with the flat of his hand. “That’s not how it works.”
“How does it work?” I squeak the question, surprised by his apparent insight. How does he fucking know I’m thinking? Is it a very special dildo in my butt?
“It works by you understanding all the way to your marrow that the life you used to have is gone completely, and the one you have here with me will depend entirely on your obedience.”
“Then I have bad news for us both,” I moan.
I hear him chuckle.
“I think I’m going to fuck you now,” he says. “While you crack wise with me and try to argue your way out of this, I think I’m going to slide my bare cock into your wet pussy and breed you.”
His words shock me into silence, until I feel the head of his cock sliding along the seam of my lower lips. No fucking way. He’s going to fuck me. Of course he’s going to fuck me. That’s what Vikar do. They ravage women.
“Not so mouthy now,” he notes. “Usually when I want a woman to be quiet, I put my cock in the other end, but this is surprisingly effective for you.”
I can feel my lips parting for him, soft wet folds giving way. I feel that tension in my lower belly that I know heralds sex. He’s going to fuck me. This stranger who just had me hunted down like a fucking animal, and chipped like one too, is going to make my pussy his.
He pushes forward, sheathing himself inside me in one long thrust.
The sound I make is not human. It’s purely animal.
“Good girl,” Drako praises me. “You know how to take a dick. Good. You must have been well trained on that ship. Is that why you were there? As a little pleasure slave?”
“No,” I moan as he holds himself deep inside me. “I stowed away.”
“You…” He snorts and grips my hips with both hands.
The vibrator is still rumbling in my ass, held by my tight sphincter.
He keeps me in place and starts to fuck me slowly, and dare I say it, conversationally.
He is using me like I am just something to pleasure himself with.
There is no real urgency or cruelty, just a cock fucking my pussy.
“You stowed away,” he says. “You weren’t supposed to be on that vessel, and you snuck on and now you’re wrapped around my cock. Isn’t fate fun?”
“No,” I half-grunt, half-moan.
“Oh, it is. That’s quite the force of destiny, for all those factors to have aligned, and for you to be here, now, like this.”
I don’t respond. I close my eyes and I try not to enjoy the sensations he is stoking in me.
It is pretty much impossible. Drako is clearly a skilled lover.
There is no desperate rutting, or the usual hard banging.
He is arching his hips and moving them in a gliding motion that makes me crave his cock every time he slides it out to the tip.
“How old are you?” he asks.
“Nineteen,” I mumble.
“Young enough to learn new ways,” he says. “Like how to submit. I can tell nobody has ever taken the time to teach you how to behave, though you do have some wicked bruises on this ass…”
“That was from the captain of the ship when I got caught,” I explain.
“Oh, he paddled you,” Drako says, gently tracing what must be the lines of the bruises with his fingertips in a way that makes my skin tingle in a lovely fashion.
I thought a Vikar would be rough and cruel, but it seems that for the moment, it is enough for Drako that I am in place and taking his cock. He is training me, I realize. It’s a strange sensation. It feels oddly cozy.
The last few days of my life have been so horrifying that this, by comparison, almost feels comforting. Yes, my pussy is being used, and no, I do not have a say in it, but Drako is in control and in charge and I am being taken care of.
If I am not very, very careful, I could get used to this. I can’t let him know that.
“You’re going to submit,” he says. “I don’t know how you survived that crash…”
“Someone up there really dislikes me,” I quip. “Someone wants me to fucking suffer.”
“And that someone could be me,” he says, stroking his thick fucking cock in and out of me. “But you’re a real piece of work, aren’t you.”
He says it like it is a compliment. You really can’t tell what these people mean.
“I’m not,” I deny.
“Yes, of course you are, I can tell by these marks. Either that captain was a brute, or you angered him deliberately.”
“He was a brute,” I moan. “And I pissed him off on purpose.”
“Of course you did. Just like you ran, when you could have frozen. Just like you argued with my men when you could have complied.” He gives me a deeper, harder thrust. “A girl like you needs real training and discipline. You’re going to get it.
Now, are you ready to take your new owner’s seed? Because I am going to breed you.”