Wrecked - A Dark Sci-Fi Romance

My cries cannot be helped, but my resolve is still strong. I do not apologize for what I did. I do not regret it, and I would do it again. Isu’s lash curls around my inner thigh, lapping against the most sensitive skin. I scream out a curse. I swear at him, at the beasts that keep my kind below ground, and at all creation for allowing such atrocities to happen so commonly.

We humans are soft and weak, at the mercy of forces endlessly more powerful than ourselves, and yet we must constantly be brave if we wish to survive. I was born farmed, kept in conditions that made me perfectly fleshed, exercised just enough that my muscle would be firm and yet not turned to sinew. I was engineered to have pale light hair more easily removed than darker, thicker locks. I was made to be a thing of parts, but I am whole now, and nothing Master Isu can do will change that.

He lands the lash many more times, the intensity of punishment traveling through every cell as that which is intended to be pain is transformed into many other forms of energy in my captive body. He can hurt me. But he cannot break me. A human female was made to know how to bear the brute force of maleness, be it of another human or an alien creature with power beyond her imagination.

I cry out, I writhe, I feel the wetness that results from stimulation gathering between my thighs and soaking the skins beneath me. I give myself to the punishment, to the heat and the pain, to the marks that curl and wind around my cheeks and thighs. I do not try to escape, because I know there is no escape. There is only endurance.

Isu is imposing his will on me, thinking that sufficient pain will make me weaken to his desire, but he has no idea of the strength that lies inside me. I know exactly how far I can be taken. I have stood before the door at the end and surrendered myself to the inevitable.

“Ma’hasi!” He lets out what sounds like a curse and throws the whip down beside me; taking hold of my ankle and flipping me over onto my back, he makes me lie on whipped skin so he can inspect me with that eternal void of a gaze.

“You are unashamed,” he marvels, looking down into my eyes. “I do not think I could make you sorry no matter what I did. You do not have the capacity for shame.”

“There is no shame in resisting a captor,” I tell him. “You are my tormentor, and I will never be broken by you.”

His skin flares, as it does every time I defy him. He responds to my statement by pressing my legs back, opening my thighs and slamming himself inside me, the heated flesh of his alien rod claiming me in one dominant stroke for which I am more than ready.

Isu is my master, but there is no law written in the stars that says a human must be obedient to her master. He can ravage me as he pleases, slam his powerful thickness inside me and draw it out over and over again, he can use me, take me, make me cry and drool with desire at both ends of this fragile form I inhabit, but there will always be some part of me that is forever mine.

“I will break you, Aspel,” he declares with each rough stroke. “I will break you to my will, and you will do as I say. I am your master!” He grunts and grabs me by the back of the head, his long alien fingers curling in my hair, pulling it back, exposing my throat for his fanged kiss, but still my inner walls clench and my hips rise up to meet his pounding torso, and I take him, with all he has to give.

He will not break me. He will pleasure me, he will make me come over and over again, my sex quivering around his cock, all my softness churned into perfect desire. I am in heaven, even if hell has claimed me.

When he has exhausted himself, and I am covered in his seed, Master Isu gathers me into his arms and sighs. “Please, Aspel. Submit to me. It is the only way you will ever be safe.”

But safe is not what I was meant to be.

Chapter Five

Aspel

I want to run.

The farm was made with human impulses in mind. There were places for us to expend energy, chambers where the floor moved if your feet did and the walls flashed the colors of outside. Blue and green and gold from above. But here I see only red and black.

Here, he is illuminated. The heat from his body makes him glow against the shadows. I see him as a powerful, lustful, dominant outline. He may be kind sometimes, but he is no less my captor for it.