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He lay her across his lab, with his hand on her lower back, and he rubbed slow circles along her ass before slowly pulling the waistband down, revealing her smooth dark skin and black underwear. He traced his fingers along the seam. "I told you not to wear panties, Milly," he tsked and pulled them down too. His hands traced shivery marks along her ass and thighs before without warning, a sharp smack landed on her right cheek. pm bv n mmmmmm

Aleia wakes up hogtied and is experimented on to see if humans are worthy sexual partners for ankrix, then given to a high ankrix who marks her as his own

When she awoke again, she felt groggy and out of it, but as soon as she noticed her hands weren't bound, she shot up. Immediately her head pounded and she groaned.

"Lie down," commanded a voice. Aleia looked up and tried to focus as her vision swam on the murky figure standing at a table a few feet away.

"I said lie down."

She obliged, not wanting any more pain than she was already in. That was when she noticed she was lying on some sort of sofa, covered with a blanket, instead of on the cold hard floor. She frowned, meaning to sit up again, but deciding against it.

"Where am I?" she managed, her voice hoarse. The figure was still too blurry to make out, but he looked human.

"You're still on the Asphodel if that's what you're asking." He moved closer and she could make out the tell-tale grey skin of an ankrix. But he seemed different, taller, stronger, his skin a few shades darker. "You're in my office."

"Who are you?" she asked, pulling the warm blanket tighter around herself.

"Z'rai," he told her, not even glancing in her direction, engrossed in what was on the screens on his table. "But you will call me sir or master. Do you understand?"

"M-master?" she asked, almost shivering.

"Yes. You belong to me now, Straika claims an error was made when you arrived, our drugs were not administered. you can no longer return to earth."

"What?" she shot up again, ignoring the sharp stabs of pain behind her eyes. "What do you mean I can't go home, what kind of error?"

He sighed and turned to look at her for the first time. She saw a flicker of irritation in his eyes, but only because she was so entranced by them. Unlike his counterparts, he had pure white eyes with black crescent irises.

"When subjects are admitted for testing, they are supposed to be administered Imitensin at regular intervals, a chemical that inhibits the ability to form memories, meaning that when you are returned, you have no memory of the possibly traumatic experience."

"Possibly?" she replied.

He glared at her and she looked down in a silent apology.

"You were not administered any Imitensin at all, meaning you cannot be returned without risking our exposure. Straika declared this was a clerical error. He offered to claim you, I stepped in and took you as my own."

"I'm not property. I'm not some object to be bid on."

"I assure you, there was no bidding. And here, you are nothing more than a very valuable piece of property. My property."

"Where are all the others?"

Z'rai turned back to his work. "Most were returned to their lives with little to no recollection of events. Other than yourself, two others remain."

"Did they also lose their lives as the result of a 'clerical error'" she asked.

He let out a low chuckle. "No, they have stayed to convince the council to inhabit the earth. And you haven't lost your life, you've just moved into another one."

"I can never see anyone I care about again and I belong to an alien on a spaceship orbiting my planet. I'd call that losing my life."

"It could be worse for you. You could belong to the 'krix that got you stuck here in the first place."

"What?"

"I spoke to the krix that procured you. He claims he gave you the perfect dose of Imitensin and it was working fine. Yet Straika contests that there wasn't a shred of it in your system when you arrived. You are the perfect specimen of a slave for a krix. I believe he failed to give you any booster doses in order to keep you for himself when we moved on. What do you remember about coming here?"

She frowned. "Nothing, I just woke up in the lab."

"As I suspected."

"Can I really not go home?"

"If the elders choose to inhabit the earth, and all goes well, I may consider allowing you to visit your family. If they decide to move on, I will allow you to say goodbye."

"That's all I get?"

"The existence of Ankrix must remain a secret, and the inner workings of our medicine, technology and ship can never be allowed to reach others. If I were to allow you out, I would risk exposing us, and placing you and the entire species in danger."

"Danger? Why would I be in danger? I can keep a secret, I just want to see my family."

"We are done talking about this. If you can stand, come over here."

Aleia went to object, but then thought better of it and stood, leaving the blanket on the sofa and walking over to him, shivering a little as the cool air hit her naked body. She stood at his side looking down at the papers and tablets littering the table. they all seemed to be equations and blueprints of human technology. There was the blueprint for a windmill, and beside it was the blueprint of a coal-burning engine, surrounded by chemical equations.

She recognised them as the equations used to determine how harmful a chemical was for the environment.

"What is all this?" she asked.

"Your human electricity. You crave it so much you are killing your planet to get it. Impressive. I am tasked with determining whether or not our energy is compatible with yours. You will explain some of these to me." He pointed at a diagram of nuclear fission. It was simple enough for her to recognise them from her school science classes.

"Nuclear fission, where an atom is split to release energy."

"So you already have a way to create endless, green energy, and yet you used that to create bombs, and not to replace the fuels that kill your planet."

She shrugged. "We aren't exactly the most united of species. And many people are against nuclear power, and many don't believe in climate change."

He looked at her confused. "Don't... believe. In a fact."

She shrugged again. A week ago she would have fought him, tried to get away. But now, even though she felt that he wouldn't hurt her like Straika did, she was terrified of him, and the power he radiated.

"What did you mean? When you said I was the perfect specimen of a slave," she asked quietly.

"You are naturally submissive, yet you still fight until you are made to submit. You both love and hate the pain we give you. You are intelligent, but not arrogant. You are beautiful and your body reacts perfectly to us. A krix couldn't ask for a better slave."

"I'm not submissive," she told him defiantly, going to cross her arms, but in a second he had his hand around her throat. Not squeezing, but tight enough to exert control. He looked down into her eyes with a look that made her melt. Her eyelids lowered and her breathing hitched as he moved in close to her ear.

"You give up the fight far too easy to be anything else Areia."

That was the first time she heard her name on his lips, and she'd be damned if she didn't want to hear it again.
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