Defiled

Aria Adams

Description

Can a dominant, damaged alien possibly fix the human whose mind got shattered?

Sage:
I find out their secret, so I am stripped naked and thrown in a cell with a gigantic alien who is too damaged to speak. He defiles me repeatedly, body and mind, while we are both put through experiments. Nothing is what it seems, and eventually I no longer know what is real and what is not. I don't even know who I am anymore.

Algers:
I was crazed and broken when they forced me to pair bond with a human. Now she carries my child. I am the rightful ruler of this besieged planet. If the humans knew who I was, Alaxia would fall to them. I will leave this place, take my human plaything with me, and wage war on those who would dare imprison me. But will it be too late for Sage?

Publisher’s Note: Even though this is book two in the Unbreakable series, it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone. This is an extremely dark romance with graphic scenes, mind control and other dark elements. It is meant for mature audiences. The heroine's character is intentionally inconsistent. If alpha aliens in a post-apocalyptic world with total power exchange offend you, please do not purchase.

Sujets

• Thrilling
• Captured
• Used
• Future World
• Sold
• Animal roleplay
• ACTION
• Kept
• Owned
• Power exchange
• Pleasure
• BDSM
• Mystery
• Dark
• Kidnapped
• Adventure
• Rough
• Capture
• Planet
• Sci-Fi
• Alliance
• Suspense
• Obédience
• Danger
• Alien
• Bondage et discipline, domination et soumission et sado-masochisme
• Prison
• Pain

Informations

• Publié par: Eclipse Press
• Date de parution: 09 janvier 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 3
• EAN13: 9781612589176
• Langue: English

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Defiled
Unbreakable, Book Two


Aria Adams

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Contents



Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Epilogue


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Director Harrow
W hen the demolition crew brought in the young woman, I looked down at her unconscious form and decided she would be perfect for my next experiment. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was askew and her lips were slightly parted. Sage Ash had no idea what was about to happen to her.
“Take her straight to lab fourteen for processing,” I told the men carrying her.
Dr. Harker joined me. “I had such high hopes for Sage.” Her words echoed my thoughts.
“This was her second chance,” I pointed out. “Anyway, Controller Lafayette is on my case after that Alaxian monster escaped with a human. If I can’t prove the program works by reforming an Unbreakable into a model citizen, Lafayette’s going to shut the project down.”
“She’s not an Unbreakable,” Harker said quietly. “She was a lab technician. One of our own.”
I smiled, feeling like a shark that was about to eat its prey. “I know. She has never known poverty or suffering. Which is perfect. How many hours do you think she’ll last in a cell with a sex-starved seven-foot-tall Alaxian hyped up from drug trials?”
Harker shook her head. “Not many.” I suspected she didn’t agree with my using Sage to prove the Unbreakables program worked, but she would come around when it saved our funding.
“It will be simple,” I promised. It would actually take several weeks, not a few hours, but Sage would quickly be put into a submissive state.
“I don’t think she’ll withstand it,” Harker hazarded.
“Which is when we will re-educate her,” I finished.
“What if she’s too broken to re-build her personality afterwards?” Dr. Harker asked. She was usually bullish but occasionally her conscience got in the way. This was why I was the Director and she was not, despite the fact we’d both worked in this building for ten years.
I tapped my pen against my notebook, bored with this conversation. “Then we’ll give her another personality.”
The Alaxian would defile and shatter Sage. He would fracture her in a way that, after her initial recovery, would ensure she was meek, broken and obedient. I looked forward to watching him unwittingly work. The savage alien had been a test subject himself. He would have no idea about what he was doing to her. I would take diligent notes and keep the recordings. When I showed the final report to Controller Lafayette, I was certain he would be very pleased with my results.
Surely, any lab technician at Grande Pharma ought to feel honored at the opportunity to donate their living body for science.
Chapter 1

Twelve hours earlier
Sage
I tucked my blonde hair behind my ears and moved my microscope aside to make room for my notebook. Sample 4982 didn’t seem to fit the predictions and this statistical analysis had to be with my boss by tomorrow. I wanted to re-check the database to see if there was any further information. It had been a long day and I couldn’t remember when I’d last seen the memory card I needed. Perhaps I had dropped it on the floor? Looking around my lab, I stood up on my tiptoes to examine my storage shelves. When I spotted the empty space where my magnetic stirrer ought to be, I told myself for the hundredth time that I needed to stop using it to mix tea. If there were a surprise inspection, I’d be in trouble for misuse of company equipment.
Still searching, I picked up the newspaper I’d been using to steady my high stool and shook it out to see if the missing memory card had fallen under it. My eyes fell on the headline. One Million Surveillance Mosquitoes Deployed to Every Military Base, Pledges Controller Lark. Not helpful. I didn’t want the distraction. I needed my memory card, not to know what was going on in space or wherever those military bases were. The Controllers who ran the Stack honestly terrified me, and I tried to avoid news about them, especially news so censored it didn’t make sense. Why would anyone need to use mosquitoes in space?
“Shoot.” I remembered where I’d left it. I’d tidied my workspace two hours ago, following the strict regulations for Grande Pharma’s hi-tech labs, and the memory card was now in my boss’ office, in a storage cupboard. I looked at the clock on my workstation. It was going to be nineteen hundred hours, soon, and I was so ready to just go back to my apartment, get some chow and flop in front of the entertainment station.
I had been hired as a lab technician because I was diligent, though, and while I might fantasize about packing everything away and going home, I knew in reality I was going to finish my work before I clocked out.
I checked my access card was on a lanyard around my neck. Many of the doors in Grande Pharma would let you into places, but not back out again. I had heard stories about what happened to employees who got locked in a room full of killer bees or Ebola. That was never going to happen to me because I was careful and sensible.
I smiled when I saw the red panda sticker on the back of my access card. It wasn’t specifically prohibited, and seeing a picture of my favorite extinct animal always brightened my day. I’d heard there were zoos on Earth, where they had collections of creatures that didn’t exist in the wild any longer. As an animal-lover, I’d read all about lots of different species online and watched many shows featuring wild animals. Documentaries were my favorite, but I even loved talking dog movies. More than anything, I would love to see them up close.
I was saving credits to go to Earth, one day. From Alaxia, the planet where I lived in the new human colony, the hardest thing would be getting a permit to go to Earth. Our home planet was quite difficult to gain entry to. I think it was because some people thought Alaxia wasn’t as nice, and Earth was worried if we could go there easily, we’d never leave.
I was happy enough, here. I had a good job, the air was clean and our education and healthcare systems were incredible. We didn’t have the great outdoors or the natural environment that Earth had, because Alaxia was a desert planet and humans lived in the Stack, a big, wide skyscraper. It wasn’t safe for us to go outside, which was fine by me because we had everything we needed here. I never even needed to leave my sector. That’s how well planned this whole place was.
I went out of my pristine, white lab and into the metal-paneled corridor. I hurried to my boss’ office and pressed the bell. When there was no answer, I opened the door and went straight to the store cupboard. The doors clicked closed behind me one at a time as I made my way to the high shelf where I knew the memory cards were kept with various databases. In Grande Pharma, information security was very important. Nothing was networked, and none of our findings were shared outside of the building.
It was the only way we could ensure our data was protected, but it sure was a nuisance sometimes.
“There you are!” I picked up the memory card then froze. There were voices outside, in my boss’ office. At first, I paused because I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here after hours. I was about to open the door and leave, but I caught a few words.
“...crying like babies.” There was hearty laughter. I stayed where I was and listened, some sixth sense inside me telling me not to go out there.
“The rats are certainly getting a lot more fragile, this year.” That was my boss, Dr. Harker’s voice!
“This crop was bred with less resistance to emotional strain. They reached maturity more slowly than their predecessors. I sanctioned their producti