Table of Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The Alien’s Mark
(The Captives of Pra’kir)
Megan Michaels
About This Book
Sometimes submission comes at the end of a leash...
Blythe Wainwright thought she had her life together. At twenty-eight, as an anthropologist studying other planets in the galaxy, she had become comfortable with the predictability of her life. However, that steady calm ended the day their ship crashed onto the shores of the coastal town of Endermere, on the Planet Pra’kir. Suddenly, her fate, and that of her four other shipmates, was in the hands—and at the mercy—of the Pra’kirians.
With no wife or children, Dr. Xan Breckett had been married to his career, climbing the ranks, becoming a respected member of the medical field. But he had aspirations for himself with no clear indication of how to attain them until the Council of Nine gave him one of the aliens that had crashed onto their shores from Terra. The red-haired beauty assigned to him might be the key to opening doors… doors he didn’t know existed.
But until he attained his career goals he’d train his ward—and pet— along with Ganza, the nurse, and his assistant, Billex. Blythe’s biting had been a nuisance in detention, but Xan knew how to treat a human whose only form of communication seemed to be biting, like an animal. He’d cure her of the vile behavior (and others, as well) no matter what harsh methods it took.
Though she was a grown woman, Blythe found herself held captive as a ward and pet in a household reminiscent of Victorian Earth. Under the authority of a very large, stern Pra’kirian – and one who expected complete and abject obedience she feared she had little hope of mercy. But if she obeyed her stern captor, could she find contentment – and perhaps even happiness?
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Table of Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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“Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.”
~Rabindranath Tagore
PROLOGUE
“You know what’s expected.”
“But—”
“No.” Xan stopped setting up his tray, putting his hands on his hips. “Do I need to tie you down?”
“No, Master. I’ll be good.” Her eyes darted across the room, looking toward his lab.
“I know where you want to go, but you’ll have to behave first or the privilege will be taken away. What would take away your visitation, girl?”
She pulled her lip between her small white teeth. “Moving my hands from above my head. Uhm…I need to keep my legs splayed open for your procedures and be very still.”
“Yes.” He nodded toward her solemnly, raising his eyebrows in warning. “Or you could cause injury, but more than that, you’d be a sad girl for the rest of the day, waiting for visitation tomorrow.”
Her heart dropped. She had to see the test tube—needed – to see it. The thought of waiting another day made tears threaten to fall. “I’ll be good.”
“I know you always believe you will be, but you have a way of dashing even your own hopes in that regard…often. What else?” He methodically placed his tools and s
wabs just the way he liked them, waiting for her answer.
“I need to have a respectful attitude, guarding my tone and words.”
“You seem to know the words, but there’s a disconnect with your actions. Isn’t so, bad girl.” His dark eyebrows knitted above eyes so dark the pupils couldn’t be seen. He’d been drilling the rules into her for months now and she knew how to repeat them in rote form.
“I don’t think so.” She blinked innocently up at him. Whenever possible, she reinforced she tried and was, indeed, a good girl. Always convey your desire to be obedient to your captor.
Turning his head, he addressed his nurse. “Ganza, I’d like to hear your opinion on the matter of Miss Blythe’s attitude and respect in regard to obedience to the rules.”
The very large woman stepped forward, the fabric on her crisp black dress and white apron whispering as she walked, her hand sweeping over her hair caught up in a severe bun on the back of her head. “It’s been my experience that Blythe is fiery and sassy. Some days her attitude and demeanor seems beyond repair, but when she puts her mind to it, she is as sweet as a kitten, Sir.”
“Indeed, and just as cuddly as one, too, but your observation is sound as always, Ganza. Thank you.” He gave his faithful employee a slight bow before wagging his finger toward Blythe. “I suggest you still that sassy tongue, or I may have to put it to good use. I have ways of keeping an open mouth occupied.”
Blythe’s hips squirmed on the metal table, her arousal climbing. Although she’d never admit it to him, sucking his cock—or even thinking about it—had become a great source of pleasure. The length and girth of a Pra’kirian cock was something to behold. Initially, it’d been more than she thought she’d ever adjust to, but, over time, she loved nothing more than displaying her affection to his penis. “It doesn’t appear to be a serious threat to her, Sir.” Ganza tried—unsuccessfully—to hide a grin.
He shot a glare at the nurse. “Oh, but it is. She likes to think she’ll enjoy it, but I have ways to turn even the most pleasurable of events into something resembling punishment. Isn’t that right, my dear?”
“Yes, Master.” Her captor definitely knew his way around punishment, and, even on a good day, his sadistic mind and methods could turn her into a compliant submissive.
“Let’s proceed. I believe my girl is ready for her thorough examination.”
Reaching for the tube in the warmer, he squeezed a liberal amount of sticky goo onto her belly. Her hips swiveled again. “Don’t get too excited. We’re not playing. I need to view your organs and take some samples this morning.”
“Will you be injecting me with that pain stuff?”
Xan sighed loudly. “I swear you do it to piss me off. The inhibitor. Words have meaning, and you are educated and intelligent enough to retain the formal names for my instruments and medicines by now.”
She pulled her lip between her teeth, wanting to only skate on the edge of disobedience. “Are you going to give me the inhibitor, Master?”
When Xan depressed the green button on the overhead light, and in response a cabinet on the far wall loudly creaked open a flat square disk about twelve inches by twelve inches slid from the metal compartment, floating toward the table then hovered over her body. He positioned it over her midsection.
“It’s not necessary until I’ve decided what samples I need today. When the time comes, yes, of course, you’ll receive the inhibitor. Now, lie still.”
“I don’t like this thing. It scares me.”
“As you’ve said before. It’s really of no concern to me how you feel about my equipment. It is noisy, that’s all. You’re a big girl and can handle noise. What you can’t handle is the punishment for misbehavior. Yes?” He narrowed his eyes toward her in warning.
“Yes, Sir.”
Xan slipped the large protective goggles over her eyes. “Ready?”
“Yes, Master.”
He depressed a button on the side of the disk, and instantly a probe became visible extending until it made contact with her now slippery skin. The machine reminded her of an ultrasound on Earth, but this one emitted a loud snapping sound as well as blinding flashes of light. Dr. Xan Breckett swore it was more accurate than ultrasound or x-ray, giving the doctors a clear and accurate picture of not only the organs externally and internally, but it also gave them snapshot pictures of the cell structures of each organ.
Within seconds of contact, the crackling jolts of light had her jumping. Her hands shifted, moving as low as her breasts before she caught herself and quickly moved them back to the metal bar at the head of the bed. The desire to protect herself was difficult to override.
The procedure wasn’t exactly painful, per se, but her skin twitched involuntarily at the impulses. She found the whole thing … distressing and unnerving.
Ganza and her master stared at the image floating in the air near her but turned enough she couldn’t see it. “It looks like there may be some cell formation in the liver.”
“Is that normal, Sir?”
“I’m not sure. It may be for humans, but for Pra’kirians it’d be a huge issue. I’ll take some samples, and we’ll keep an eye on it.” His forefinger and thumb enlarged the screen, concentrating deeply on the image, he furrowed his eyebrows and narrowed eyes.
“M-Master? Am I…is there a problem?”
“Are you supposed to be speaking, little girl?” He didn’t even glance her way, continuing to stroke and swipe at the screen floating eyelevel for him.
“N-no, but—”
“But nothing. You know the rules. I’ll address this later.” He brushed his hand over the image, quickly walked toward her, and depressed the button on the disk, causing the probe to retract back into the narrow box. “Your curiosity always gets you spanked. Will you never learn?”
“Is something wrong? You know why I’m worried.”
His face softened— briefly. Shuttering his eyes, and taking a deep breath before opening them again, he stroked her cheek lightly. “Yes, I know why, Blythe. But even if it’s a good reason, what is the rule?”
“I’m not to speak or question what you are doing. I’m to trust you.”
“Is it that difficult to obey? Really?” He pinched her chin between his fingers.
“Ow.” She whispered it, not wanting to call attention to how much it actually hurt his strength was obviously more than he realized. “I just…yes, I guess so.”
Grabbing a sterile cloth from a dispenser, he wiped the lubricant off her belly then pushed the scanner up and away from the table. “Roll over. Let’s take care of this.”
Hesitantly, she rolled over, her bottom trembling and clenching in anticipation.
“Soften your cheeks.”
She relaxed her backside, and almost immediately his large, thick, and heavy hand loudly slapped her flesh, covering the whole of her bottom. It always amazed her how large he was—everywhere. She’d tried to explain his hand was just as painful and large as a paddle, not that he really cared or took into consideration her feelings on the matter.
It only took a couple of swats before she was crying out and rocking on her hips to avoid his heavy blows. Just as she began to whimper, coming close to her limit, he halted her punishment. “You’ll lie still for the rest of this procedure, or we’ll be having a much more lengthy and serious discussion. Oh, and let’s not forget you will forgo your visitation today. Is that clear enough for you, slave?”
“Yes, Master.” Pulling in a shaky breath, she did her best to calm her frazzled nerves. She hated this machine and would find herself much more relaxed with the inhibitor.
“Ganza, let’s give her the inhibitor while she has her backside exposed.”
The cold swipe of alcohol brushed across her freshly spanked bottom before the plunger pressed into her soft flesh. The first thing noticed was the dissipation of pain in her backside.
Xan gently guided her to lie on her back once again. “Extractor, please.”
Ganza placed the i
nstrument into his hand, and the cold probe rested against Blythe’s belly. Pressure could be felt, but, after the injection, no pain.
What continually surprised her was when the procedure would be done, there would be the absence of blood, incision, or even a puncture wound where the extractor took cells and tissue from an organ. Blythe desperately wanted to learn their methods, in the hope of sharing it with the medical community on Earth. So far, she’d been kept in the dark on the technology, but she’d continue to be diligent. During her education in anthropology, she’d studied not only the culture of the inhabitants of other planets, but also the technology and medicine of their societies. In most cultures, those two fields, as well as others, were tied to their culture.
“There. That’ll be it for today.” He handed the probe to Ganza. “Inhibitor, please.” She traded apparatus with him, the nurse taking the probe, along with some trays to the lab, putting the samples into the tubes before placing them in the cryo-freezer.
After rolling her up onto her hip, he injected her right cheek again. The sting of her spanking the first thing she noticed.
“Except for speaking out of turn, you were a very good girl today. Knees up, spread yourself wide, girl.”
Blythe grinned at him, quickly raising her knees up, letting them drop to the side, the lips of her pussy slipping open. The air brushing along her clit had it throbbing and pulsing under the hood.
The air whooshed from the cushion as Xan sat directly in front of her sex, inhaling deeply, his sense of smell as an alien was extremely sensitive. “The smell of your hot cunt has me twitching, girl.”
She arched her back, her sex clenching, and her juices gushing to her entrance.
His tongue plunged into her dark depths, thrusting into her narrow channel. Raising her hips, she slid along the length of nose. “Oh God!”
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