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  And that was it.

  I was done.

  I couldn’t move.

  Couldn’t fight.

  They’d captured me.

  I was helpless.

  “Don’t worry,” the Domann said. “It’s never even close to as bad as you think.”

  Then he was off, sprinting up the corridor to catch up to the others. Off to find the last shreds of our base’s resistance. To capture the last of our people.

  My head sank back against the wall behind me.

  I’d failed.

  I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see anything. Wanted to melt into the blackness behind my eyelids.

  But all I could see was an image of the mate-sensor drone.

  Lit up all in green.

  Chapter 8

  Liza

  When I came too - shit, I must have passed out - I was no longer in the base. I sat up, in a parking lot outside one of our buildings.

  Shit. One of the buildings that used to be ours.

  There were people all around me. Some were laying down. Some were sitting up. Every one of us had our hands bound together by thin wires, which issued out of some sort of tiny drone-like device.

  I gave my bonds an experimental tug. They gave a bit, so that the metal didn’t hurt to tug on, but not nearly enough that I might get out.

  I was a prisoner.

  There were thousands of people in our base. It was - shit, had been - the biggest active resistance headquarters in the city of Atlanta.

  Everywhere around me, other prisoners were herded this way and that, into one lot or out of another, a procession of prisoners as far as the eye could see.

  I couldn’t see my mom, or Kara, or anyone else I knew.

  Domann soldiers were everywhere. Domann drones were even more numerous. Overhead, I heard the whine of a small Domann ship, either landing or taking off.

  They’d captured us. Now they were processing us. Figuring out who was who. Who they were going to send where.

  Fuck.

  My breathing quickened, as my foggy mind remembered just how much trouble I was in.

  I was about twelve hours from quite probably becoming some Domann’s mate. And it didn’t look like there was anything I could do about it.

  “Hey,” said a man on my right. “A bunch of us are going to make a break for it. Hopefully they can’t catch us all. You in?”

  This guy had no idea how much I was in.

  “Yes,” I whispered back.

  It would be a million-to-one shot that I would actually get away. Shit, a billion-to-one. And even if I did, the cuffs binding my hands had a tracking device in them.

  But I would not become a fucking Domann mate quietly.

  In terse whispers, I passed the word.

  Waited, while others did the same.

  Drones came and went. Selected people from the crowd. Sometimes scanned them, sometimes ordered them to follow.

  An hour passed.

  And during that time, my mind raced.

  I tried to picture what it would be like to fuck an alien. To have one of them fuck me. I’d always felt disgusted, watching those broadcasts, or talking about the human mates with my resistance comrades. But sitting there, captured, knowing full well it was probably going to happen to me... I actually considered what sex with a Domann would be like, with an open, objective mind.

  And, as much as it shamed me to admit it… I couldn’t force myself to think of it as purely a bad thing.

  I had eyes, after all. And without exception, the Domann were an undeniably beautiful species. Muscular in all the ways that were attractive and erotic. Their colored skin and long colorful hair so exotic. And they were all so fucking strong-

  Fuck that! This was not going to help me. They were bastards. They were invaders. They were not going to turn me into a damn baby-factory!

  Two hours passed. The crowd began thinning out as Domann transports carried people off in batches of one or two dozen. I began to grow nervous that we soon wouldn’t have the numbers to affect a real escape.

  Then, finally, word was passed that everybody who was likely to try to escape had been informed.

  I shifted to my knees, a better position to spring up and run from.

  Others did the same.

  I waited.

  Waited.

  Everybody was looking around. Waiting for someone to be the first.

  After a couple of the tensest minutes of my life, I couldn’t take it anymore.

  I bolted.

  Chapter 9

  Karkan

  The operation had been wildly successful.

  My honor guard and I had crushed all resistance within the human base. Easily. Footage recorded from our combat suit’s sensors revealed that we hadn’t killed a single human - which would likely earn us a commendation, on a raid of this size. Killing is a lessor form of power than is true domination, after all. Any single Domann soldier could have wiped out every human in that base. But it took true skill, true finesse, to subdue such a large group of armed resistors without killing them. To capture them, and to bend them to our will.

  Such is the extent of Domann power.

  Of my power.

  I didn’t return to my ship right away. I was too proud of the work that Lenth, Sandora and I had done. Instead, I set up a temporary command center on the roof of the tallest nearby building, from which I could supervise the processing of our many prisoners directly.

  “A damn fine day,” said Lenth, still dressed in his combat suit, sans helmet, leaning on the railing that ran around the edge of the building’s roof.

  “One to remember,” Sandora agreed. He still wore his helmet, being on guard against any further resistance. Always a cautious one, Sandora. A good quality in one’s personal guard.

  Despite that, I had every confidence that the day’s conflict had come to a close. As such, I’d taken off my own combat suit. The late Summer’s air felt good against my skin, still sticky with dried sweat.

  Domann combat suites possessed incredible abilities.

  Keeping a soldier cool was not one of them.

  I’d poured myself a drink. Despite their inferiority, these humans sure made some excellent liquors. The one they called “whiskey” had developed a cult following among the Domann.

  Standing next to Lenth, I gazed out and down at my new humans. I handed him the glass, still half-full. Lenth took a long, satisfied drink. I didn’t bother with Sandora. We both knew he would politely decline.

  “After this success, I wouldn’t be surprised if our ship was re-deployed to another city,” I mused, “one with even more human resistors for us to claim.”

  “I’ve heard that the city of Chicago-” began Sandora.

  But he was cut off by the approach of an intelligence drone, which flew straight up to me and spoke without waiting to be addressed.

  A sign that something was wrong.

  “The humans are displaying signs of coordination,” it said, it’s metallic voice quick and concise. “The probability of a mass escape attempt has eclipsed 80%.”

  I swore. Lenth laughed. Sandora, as was his way, waited silently for my orders.

  “What’s that human expression?” he asked. “No rest for the wicked?”

  “Guess that makes us wicked, then,” I said.

  I didn’t bother re-donning my combat suit. I simply stepped to the edge of the building.

  Then stepped off of it.

  The anti-grav unit on my belt caught me easily. I quickly established a connection between it and the computing implants at the base of my skull, then used mental commands to steer my soft descent, reaching the ground in only a few seconds and touching down lightly.

  The second I did, a woman jumped up and started running.

  It was odd, though. She must not have seen me come off the building - because she actually ran straight at me!

  By the time she saw me, it was too late. She tried to turn, but she’d already build up too much moment
um.

  She collided with me. I simply stood still and absorbed the impact - she was less than half my weight, and had nowhere near the amount of muscle I did.

  She veritably bounced off me, landing in a tangled heap at my feet.

  I grinned. This was proving far easier than I’d dared hope.

  All the humans around me were on their feet now. All looking like they were a split second away from running.

  They’d been watching the first woman.

  But now they were only watching me.

  More of my drones swarmed the area. Here and there, stun bolts fell among the standing humans.

  Only a few managed to find the courage to make a break for it.

  Most knelt back down, like the docile little animals they were.

  I glared at them, seeking any one of them who still had the will to meet my eyes.

  None did.

  None… except the woman at my feet.

  With a start, I realized that I recognized this one from the raid. It was the one who’d almost shot herself, then turned her weapon on me instead.

  Perfect.

  I remembered that one. Remembered being struck by her beauty, even during the frenetic action of the raid. As I gazed down at her now, growing amused by the furious defiance on her face - which she didn’t even try to mask - I realized that she had more than a beautiful face. Her body was exquisite as well. Lean arms. Toned legs. A very healthy bosom. A tight stomach. Hips that all but begged to be grasped tightly… then pried apart….

  I forced my eyes back to hers.

  The Domann race had gotten incredibly lucky when we’d discovered humanity. Not only had we saved our species, by finding suitable mating partners… but many of those partners displayed a beauty, raw sexual attraction, that even rivaled the Domann women of old.

  Staring into this woman’s eyes was… fuck, it was disarming.

  Me. A Domann. All but breathless before a human female.

  Suddenly, I remembered that the woman had tried to lead an escape attempt.

  I growled deep in my throat.

  She flinched at that.

  Beautiful.

  An idea sprang into my mind.

  An idea for how I might show these impudent humans their proper place.

  Starting with the beauty at my feet.

  Chapter 10

  Liza

  It was the worst escape attempt in the history of escaping. In the history of attempting things. Shit, in motherfucking history.

  I hadn’t allowed myself to hope that I would get away.

  I had definitely hoped to get more than ten motherfucking feet!

  The bastard who’d caught me had just appeared in front of me. Literally out of nowhere.

  I’d ended up on the ground. Yet, it was quite possible that he hadn’t even noticed me running straight into him at full speed. I’d known the bastards were strong. But I’d never actually felt just how strong!

  I’d never run headlong into a brick wall before. But after that, I think I could imagine it pretty accurately.

  As I lay on the ground, half-stunned, the last of the day’s light fading into twilight, the first of the night’s stars peeking out from the dark blue sky, I could feel the weight of hundreds of eyes on me.

  This is your best chance, I wanted to scream at all the people around me.

  But I didn’t.

  Because the Domann brick wall was staring down at me with the most soul-piercing sapphire eyes I’d ever seen. They were bigger than human eyes. Deeper. More expressive.

  Only, I couldn’t tell exactly what they were expressing.

  Moments passed.

  For some reason, I found myself unable to look away, a thick knot of… anxiety, or fear... or something… twisting in my stomach.

  I managed to force myself to glare at him.

  In response, he growled.

  Didn’t know they could do that.

  Then the Domann grinned. Apparently satisfied with the effect he had on me.

  Fucker.

  Drones were swarming all around. Nearly everyone around me was back on their knees.

  Fuck.

  I suddenly felt intensely ashamed of myself. As if everybody had been counting on me, and I’d let them all down. That was silly, of course. We’d never had a real chance to get away. But the feeling gnawed at me-

  Suddenly, without warning, the Domann in front of me reached down and grasped a handful of my hair. With it, he pulled me firmly - and painfully - to my feet.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded, my flaring indignation momentarily making me forget that I was his captive.

  “Teaching you - and all your brothers and sisters - how to submit to my authority properly,” the Domann purred. “Don’t worry, little human. This is going to hurt, but I will cause you no injury.”

  His voice was deep. Mildly husky. And oh-so-confident. As if there weren’t a thing in the world that could ever surprise him, much less oppose him.

  I certainly couldn’t.

  Because, at that moment, the two of us rose up into the air!

  I yelped in surprise.

  The Domann chuckled.

  “You’re an amusing one,” he said. “I’ll be very surprised if you aren’t accepted as a companion.”

  Companion. That was the Domann word for the women who they couldn’t have babies with, but choose to fuck anyways. Not all of them did that. Mainly the ones who were low enough in Domann society that they would likely never get their own child-bearing mate.

  But hearing him say that reminded me of the mate-sensor drone.

  Of the color green.

  A deep shiver ran down my spine.

  We were soon floating above a crowded intersection. Human prisoners stood or knelt on the road, on the sidewalk, in parking lots. Thousands of eyes were soon upon the two of us.

  That’s when the Domann, still holding me by my hair, began speaking. His voice carried easily, projected loudly by some unseen bit of technology. Such a thing was probably child’s play for them.

  “It has come to my attention,” the Domann said, “that some of you think there is a chance that you can escape. There isn’t. Any attempt at doing so will only waste my time, and test my patience. That is not acceptable. Any further attempts will be met with punishment. But that punishment will only be felt by one person - this woman!”

  Um. Me? What did he mean by-

  Then I was spinning in the air, helpless before the raw physical strength of the alien warrior holding me. Within seconds, he was kneeling, as if on an invisible platform high above the crowd.

  And I was bent over his knee.

  No. No!

  I squirmed as hard as I could. Flexed my legs. My arms.

  Didn’t matter.

  Something sharp - a blade, maybe - bit into the thick material of my pants. Slicing.

  Then the Domann’s hand took a flap of my ruined pants and literally ripped the rest of them off me.

  The shame of it was nearly unbearable! My ass, still thankfully covered by my underwear, was exposed to the entire crowd!

  Every one of whom was surely staring up at me.

  Inside, I died. Or, at least, I wish I could have.

  But my punishment was far from over.

  I peered back up over my shoulder.

  The Domann was staring down at me.

  Our eyes met - a split second before his open hand crashed into my bottom with a thunderous smack.

  I screamed. In pain, sure. But mostly in surprise, and shame.

  I was being spanked, like some fucking disobedient whore.

  But that wasn’t the most shameful part about it.

  Not by a long shot.

  No. The most shameful part of the experience was the way by body reacted to it.

  There was pain. But I’d experienced more painful things during training. Pain I could have shrugged off… well, endured, at least.

  But there was something else too.

 
The pain of the blow pooled in my stomach. Then, somehow, trickled downward.

  Straight into my pussy.

  I gasped, long, deep, just as the sting of the first blow began to subside.

  The Domann waited for a few moments. Still staring down at me, a distinctly hungry look in his big blue eyes.

  “Delicious,” he whispered, as if in wonder.

  Smack!

  The second spank wasn’t a surprise. It landed on my other cheek, sending another bolt of pain through the other half of my ass.

  Pain that plunged into my stomach.

  Ripped through my pelvis.

  Caused my pussy to literally clench with the unbridled sensation of it as I gasped once again.

  “Such a beautiful sound,” the Domann breathed, as if entranced.

  A deep, unfathomable sensation of satisfaction began to settle over me.

  An emotion only equaled by the shame I felt at what was happening to me.

  I was a soldier. A warrior. I’d dedicated my fucking life to fighting Domann just like the one who was humiliating and punishing me in front of thousands of people. There was just no way that being punished by my sworn enemy could be anything close to a turn-on!

  Smack!

  I yelled again - but, against my will, the sound was lower. More hoarse. The pain was a little worse this time, since this latest spank landed on an ass that was already turning red.

  But the effect of that pain was the same.

  This time, it was as if my stomach, my whole chest, could no longer contain the intense desire this powerful alien’s punishment brought out of me. It ripped up my spine, out to my fingertips and toes.

  Then I felt something even more humiliating.

  A distinct wetness, down in my pussy.

  My god. This was really happening.

  Being spanked by a rugged, gorgeous Domann soldier was, against my will, turning me on!

  “I’d heard that punishing an attractive human woman was... popular,” said the Domann, his voice still low. “But I never imagined it would be so rewarding! So… fulfilling!”

  Smack!

  The pain was too great. The embarrassment was too great.

  The desire was far too great!

  I had to get away!

  I redoubled my efforts to escape. Kicking my legs. Flailing my arms.