Chosen for Their Use (Ventori Masters Book 4) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Additional Books in the Ventori Masters Series

  More Stormy Night Books by Ivy Barrett

  Ivy Barrett Links

  Chosen for Their Use

  By

  Ivy Barrett

  Copyright © 2018 by Stormy Night Publications and Ivy Barrett

  Copyright © 2018 by Stormy Night Publications and Ivy Barrett

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  Barrett, Ivy

  Chosen for Their Use

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Chapter One

  Wrapping both hands around her warm mug, Kyla Harms fought the urge to pitch it at her best friend’s head. This was the third time in two days Erin had regaled her with tales of imminent peril.

  “If I don’t escape today, I know they’ll come for me,” Erin cried, her big blue eyes shining with unshed tears. She tucked a strand of long red hair behind her ear, a gesture Kyla had come to understand was intentionally designed to make her look young and vulnerable. Erin was very convincing when submerged this deeply in her damsel-in-distress routine, but Kyla had seen it all before. Too many times. Besides, Kyla had known Erin since childhood, had watched her hone these skills as she realized how easily others could be manipulated.

  Erin sat on the edge of her narrow bed, one of two in the tiny room they shared. There were no decorations on the walls, nothing to break up the off-white monotony. The only difference between the ‘guest quarters’ in Protectorate Headquarters and a prison cell was the unlocked door—though it was guarded—and the small window that looked out over an arid field now serving as a shuttle lot. Much of Fort Hood, Texas had been dry and desolate, even before Skarilian bombs leveled most of the military base that used to dominate the area. The dismal setting was even more depressing now.

  “What changed this morning?” Kyla kept her tone lightly challenging, hoping Erin would realize her melodramatics had become tiresome. “It’s been two weeks since Chancellor Savator officially refused to release you. Why is the need for escape worse today?”

  A bit of Erin’s fight deflated. She sighed heavily and lowered her gaze to her lap. “Savator notified my potential mates this morning. He gave permission to five different pods to begin ‘courting’ me. We both know what that really means. They’ll pressure me, seduce me, until I finally give in. I can’t do this. I’m going absolutely insane!”

  Taking a deep breath, Kyla relaxed her shoulders and regained control of her emotions. Erin’s fear was clearly real, even if exaggerated. “How can any of us expect to remain sane when the universe keeps changing the rules?” Kyla said with a sad sort of smile.

  The question drew her thoughts back to that night five weeks earlier, the night when this disaster began. After another mind-numbing week cashiering at the local discount hypermarket, Kyla had been susceptible to Erin’s suggestion that they go dancing. Dance clubs were really not Kyla’s thing, but Erin loved the attention. They stepped outside to escape the crowd for a few minutes when they’d been kidnapped. Kyla still wasn’t sure if it had been a random act or if they’d been hunted down because of their genetic compatibility with the Ventori. All she knew was the kidnapping had only been the first unbelievable surprise.

  No sooner had they realized their kidnappers were Mexican drug runners than they, along with a truckload of other human females, had been rescued by the Ventori. They’d been taken aboard one of the Protectorate’s spaceships only to have the high command demand they be brought to Protectorate Headquarters.

  Now most of the other females had been taken to Camp Accord, a Ventori colony somewhere in Colorado. Kyla hadn’t even known there was a Ventori colony on Earth. They certainly were being hush-hush about the whole thing.

  There were only five humans left at Protectorate Headquarters: Erin, Kyla, and three strippers Kyla didn’t know that well. Erin had been singled out because she was a virgin, a rare thing indeed among human females in their twenties. And Kyla supposed she was here to keep Erin from freaking out. Apparently, she wasn’t very good at her job.

  Erin stood and stepped closer to Kyla, eyes wide and unblinking. Somehow, Erin managed to look young and helpless, even in the ugly camo and black uniforms all of the females were required to wear. “Ventori Defenders don’t play by the same rules human males do. If I don’t get out of here—”

  “One of the defender pods will claim you.” Kyla cut to the chase. The Ventori soldiers were organized into pods of two to five males, and each pod would share a single female. It was the one aspect of all this that frightened Kyla. Being the focus of one, or even two of the defenders held a certain naughty appeal. Her experience with males in general was rather limited. She wasn’t a virgin, but she was definitely not ready to take on five lust-crazed Ventori. Still, her anxiety was infinitely more reasonable than Erin’s melodramatics. “The same is true for each of us. We’re all Rh negative.” Which meant they were able to carry Ventori young. Apparently, most human blood contained a protein that was highly toxic to unborn Ventori. Genetic compatibility wasn’t something the Ventori had expected to find with another species. But now that they knew, they had no intention of squandering the opportunity.

  “Lucky us,” Erin muttered. Sarcasm threaded through her softly spoken words.

  She seemed to have abandoned her little-girl-lost facade for the moment, so Kyla tried logic, hoping to appeal to the sharp intellect she knew Erin possessed. “Try to imagine what it would be like if humans were doomed to extinction. Pretend we’re the last generation alive and the Skarilians murdered every human male. How would that feel? What would you be willing to do to change the fate of your people?”

  Erin met Kyla’s gaze for a moment, and Kyla thought she’d finally gotten through. Then Erin’s bottom lip rolled out and started to tremble. “I wouldn’t kidnap innocent Ventori males and force them to breed with me.”

  Kyla shook her head, frustrated by her friend’s myopic attitude. “Yes, you would. Any of us would. The human survival instinct is every bit as strong as the Ventori. But that’s not what the Ventori are doing. All Chancellor Savator required was that you interact with a few of your potential mates. If you’re not interested in any of them, you’ll be released.”

  “Screw Chancellor Savator,” Erin snapped. “Despite what he thinks, he does not control the whole damn world!”

  No. He just protects it. And Kyla wasn’t sure she’d mind screwing him. In fact, she’d fantasized about that very thing more than once. She’d never spoken with the chancellor, but she—along with all the other unclaimed females, except Erin—was fascinated by him. Strength and authority emanated off him like heatwaves off the midday sun. His features were bold, rugged, yet undeniably handsome. He might have arrived in a spaceship rather than on horseback, but he reminded Kyla of a modern-day warlord.

  Erin
tossed back her wavy red hair. It swished around her shoulders, then cascaded down her back. “We both know what happens whenever they focus on one female. The woman is turned into a mindless sex slave with a bright red bottom.”

  The last phrase caught Kyla’s attention. “Is it the sex that terrifies you or the spanking?”

  “Spanking? They do a whole lot more than that when their female misbehaves.” Erin sounded honestly upset for the first time in the conversation.

  “So don’t misbehave.”

  Erin glared at her. “Have you forgotten about Olivia, or Becky?” A violent shudder shook her slender frame. “I laid awake all night thinking about what Becky suffered. It was so humiliating and so… wrong.”

  Kyla had trouble sleeping too, but restlessness and arousal kept her from resting, not the dread Erin apparently felt. Without warning or explanation, holographic recordings of the public punishments had been shown during the evening meal the night before. Apparently, things weren’t running smoothly at Camp Accord if two harsh punishments had to be administered in less than a week.

  “They raped her in the worst possible way in front of everyone,” Erin lamented. “I don’t know which is worse, being violated or having an audience while it happens.”

  “It was not rape,” Kyla insisted, refusing to accept her friend’s gross exaggeration. “Becky not only agreed that she deserved punishment before any of them touched her, she asked each of her mates to fuck her before they did.”

  Erin waved away the argument. “That just proves how brainwashed she is. No one wants a massive cock shoved up their ass.” Her voice dropped to an angry whisper as she said the last sentence.

  Kyla wasn’t so sure. Becky’s first defender had taken her roughly, punishing her for lying to them and endangering herself. Becky had seemed ashamed and regretful, but when it was over, she turned to her other mates and asked them to continue. The other two took their time, arousing Becky with their fingers and a vibrator before, and while, they each fucked her ass. It had all been darkly erotic and much more stimulating than Kyla ever would have guessed. She lost count of the orgasms they wrung from Becky’s trembling body. And by the end of the demonstration, Kyla couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like to be the focus of all that attention.

  Blinking away the tantalizing memory, Kyla looked at her skittish friend. “It’s just sex, Erin. Did you plan on remaining a virgin your entire life?”

  “Of course not.” Finally, her protective mask dropped and a bit of her true spirit shone through. “But I pictured giving myself to a man—a human man—who I cared about deeply. If I’d wanted a quick lay, I would have hooked up with someone years ago.”

  “They don’t want ‘a quick lay.’ They want to mate with us, to form a permanent bond that allows us to share thoughts and feelings. That’s a deeper commitment than we’re going to get with any human male.”

  Crossing her arms over her breasts, Erin resumed her petulant glare. “We’ve been imprisoned in one place or another for a little over a month, and already you sound just like them. I thought you were stronger than this.”

  “And I thought you were capable of thinking of someone other than yourself.” Kyla regretted the harsh words even as they left her mouth. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair.”

  “Is that how you really feel about me? That I’m being selfish because I don’t want to spread my thighs for a bunch of horny aliens?” The hurt in her voice made the questions penetrate even deeper.

  Erin was either sincerely upset for a change or the best damn actress Kyla had ever met. “I didn’t mean—”

  “Yes, you did! I see it in your eyes. You think I’m selfish and immature.”

  Selfish, sometimes. Immature, absolutely. Erin was the quintessential pampered princess, complete with powerfully rich parents who enabled her at every turn. Kyla’s mom had been their live-in housekeeper for many years, and they’d graciously allowed her to bring her only child. Despite her close friendship with Erin, Kyla felt compelled to move out as soon as possible. She had no desire to step into her mother’s life. She just wasn’t sure what she wanted for her own. Mating with a pod of sexy aliens had never crossed her mind. Until recently.

  Shaking away the rush of memories, she refocused on Erin’s current drama. “I think you’re frightened by the unknown,” Kyla stressed, but Erin just shook her head. “I don’t think you’re selfish.” Too often.

  “Then help me get the hell out of here!”

  It was a neat little trap, and Kyla had stepped right into it. She clenched her jaw to keep from really unloading on her manipulative friend. “Where will you go, even if you manage to get past their perimeter guards? There is nothing out there anymore. That’s why the Ventori chose this location for their headquarters. The Skarilians bombed the hell out of everything in a ten-mile radius. The only thing still standing is this section of the old base.”

  One of Erin’s dark red brows arched, and a cunning smile curved her lips. This was the real Erin, the wily, spirited person she seldom revealed to anyone else. “I stole a skimmer.”

  Kyla closed her eyes and counted to ten. Erin wasn’t going to stop. She would pick at this until it bled. “On full charge, skimmers are lucky to go five miles. You’ll never make it across the wasteland.”

  “Not on one charge, but I’ll make it.” Stubbornness lifted Erin’s chin. “I’ve already collected provisions that will last four or five days. The skimmer is charged and ready to go. All I need is someone to distract the guards long enough to allow me past the final checkpoint. There are plenty of places to hide in the wasteland, and all of the skimmers have built-in navigation. There’s no way I’ll get lost out there.”

  “What about food and water, some sort of shelter? What if it’s cloudy for the next few days? You can’t charge a skimmer without sunshine. How will you survive?”

  “I have all that stuff and more strapped to the skimmer, and the forecast predicts sun, not rain. I’ve been working on this for weeks.”

  “Where will you go after you cross the wasteland?” Erin wouldn’t survive one night in the desert alone. Still, Kyla was curious to see how seriously Erin was taking this.

  “My cousin and her husband live in Waco. It could take a week or more on a skimmer, but I know I can make it eventually.”

  Was the nav-system on a skimmer traceable? Likely, the skimmer itself had some sort of identification pulse. Most of the Ventori equipment did. If she went through the motions, helped Erin make her dramatic escape, then Kyla could notify the guards so they could go rescue Erin. Would she settle down after she tried this, maybe accept the inevitable? With a frustrated sigh, Kyla admitted she’d run out of options. Erin was going to attempt this, with or without Kyla’s help. With would be a lot safer.

  “How soon do you want to leave?” Kyla sounded as frustrated as she felt.

  Erin just stared at her for a moment, clearly dumbfounded by the question. “You’ll do it?”

  “What choice do I have? You’ve obviously made up your mind to go.” And Kyla had made up her mind not to let Erin kill herself pursuing this foolish pipedream. There was no escaping this new reality. Humans owed their continued existence to the Ventori and the Ventori required one thing in return for their protection—carnal compensation.

  The phrase made Kyla smile. The planetary government might have made it seem less tawdry with detailed contracts and planet-wide programs, but all the labels didn’t change the nature of the Ventoris’ needs. They wanted willing females with whom they could have sex, or in some rare cases, claim as mates. Despite what Erin thought, they weren’t rape gangs roaming across the land ravishing every female they encountered. They were lonely soldiers who had fought and bled, some had died, as they drove the Skarilians out of Earth’s star system. Now they wanted companionship and comfort, maybe the chance to build a life worth fighting for. Was that really too much to ask after all they’d done for humankind?

  Erin was trying to live in the past,
a futile outlook that was guaranteed to make the adjustment harder.

  Crossing to the window, Erin gazed out into the twilight gloom. “It should be fully dark by the time we get the skimmer and reach sector eight.”

  Sector eight was the only area of the Protectorate Headquarters compound that the Ventori Defenders had yet to reinforce with a defense grid. The section bordered the wildest part of the wasteland, so potential invaders were unlikely. Erin had thought of everything, except the harsh reality of survival in the desert. Erin was likely presuming that the wasteland was always hot. Kyla knew from her love of nature shows that nights in the desert could be miserably cold and treacherous. Many, if not most, of the desert dwelling predators hunted at night.

  Erin looked at her with hope shining in her baby blue eyes. “Can we leave right away?”

  Kyla knew it was probably pointless, but she had to try one final time. “I really wish you’d reconsider. Maybe we could get the chancellor to agree to—”

  “The only thing Chancellor Savator needs to agree to is releasing me. We both know that’s not going to happen.”

  She was right. There was too much interest in Erin already for the chancellor to risk setting her free. If Erin were released right now, numerous pods would follow her, hunt her, fight for and ultimately claim her. The only thing Erin could control was when and how she was claimed.

  “Then let’s go, before I change my mind,” Kyla concluded.

  Clearly thrilled with the outcome, Erin hugged Kyla firmly, then headed for the door.

  Their first obstacle was the guard stationed in the hallway outside their door. Security had grown lax as the weeks progressed and fewer and fewer of the humans remained at Protectorate Headquarters. All of the guards presumed none of the females were foolish enough to try and cross the wasteland. Their purpose was to keep the females from causing trouble.