The Alien's Mark (Captives of Pra'kir Book 4)

by Megan Michaels

  “All in due time, my pet. Patience.” He stood and shamelessly readjusted himself before snapping his fingers. “Come.” Xan walked out of the parlor toward the staircase, assuming she’d follow.

  She blinked back at him, contemplating holding her ground, but since she couldn’t tame the fire in her backside, she decided she’d follow him obediently.

  “Good choice, girl. Behaving would be in your best interests at this point. I’m sure your bum thanks you.” With a wave of his long arm, he motioned for her to walk up the stairs in front of him.

  You’d think after getting spanked and having her anus caned, the prospect of climbing the stairs in front of him wouldn’t seem so daunting, but she blushed with embarrassment.

  Blythe had barely climbed two stairs when he halted her. “Wait. Hold still.”

  With no hesitation she stopped, wanting to be obedient, but when he grasped the ring on the plug and tugged gently, she jumped and shouted.

  “Keep going, little one. My grip on the plug ensures that cute red bottom stays close enough while you walk up the staircase so I can watch it wobble and wiggle.”

  That’s when the revelation hit her.

  This is how it’s going to be—forever.

  She’d be his entertainment, doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Sure, she had a choice.

  Or did she?

  “Oh God!” She came out of her reverie when the plug twisted in her bottom.

  “I can’t watch that plump bottom jiggle when you’re standing still. You’ve really got a gorgeous ass, Blythe.”

  God, how she hated that he was seeing her ass climb the stairs.

  Xan shouted up the stairs. “Ganza. It is time.”

  They had barely made it to the landing when a door swung open and a heavy, older woman, dressed in a starched white dress came bustling out. Her hair was more gray than brown, pulled back into a severe bun, not a hair out of place. “I’ll get her squared away, Sir.”

  “Dinner isn’t for an hour yet. Take your time. They didn’t take care of her in prison from the looks of her.”

  “Wait.” Blythe turned away from the woman shuffling her with a hand to her back toward a bathroom. “Wha…what’s going on?”

  “This is Ganza. She’ll be bathing you, preparing you for dinner and our festivities later.” He raised his forefinger, wagging it toward her. “You’ll treat her with respect and obey her. If you don’t, she’ll punish you and then you’ll be punished by me later. Are we clear about expectations?”

  “I’ve been bathing myself for twenty-eight years. I don’t need…this woman preparing me for anything.”

  “But you do.” He growled his answer, obviously frustrated with her insolence. Closing the distance between them, he invaded her personal space. “Again, pet, your wants and desires mean nothing to me. I wish for you to be bathed by Ganza. She’s thorough, and I’ll be assured you meet my expectations. So far, you’re not off to a good start at the Breckett household. I suggest you adjust your attitude, or I’ll be doing it for you.”

  Blythe gawped at him, opening and closing her mouth a couple of times, wanting to give a flippant response but not daring.

  “Let’s leave you with a reminder before I go.” He reached around her and smacked her hind end so hard her eyes filled with unbidden tears, her lip quivering. “Ah, yes. That seemed to do the trick. Did you see, Ganza?” He turned to the nurse “I’m thinking she’ll be easier to handle now.”

  “Yes, Sir. I have a sturdy hand, as you know, and I’ll be sure to employ it as necessary.”

  Xan threw his head back, laughing, and Blythe couldn’t help but think how it transformed his normal good looks into someone who was stunning. However, she suspected a smiling Xan was a rarity and had begun to suspect her days of joviality were over as well.

  ***

  Xan had barely left her view when Blythe was unceremoniously shoved into the large bathroom. gleaming accessories and fixtures were present from the floor to the ceiling. A picture window almost the width of one wall offered a perfect view of the backyard and woods behind the house. The sun was setting, casting long shadows of the trees onto the house and along the bathroom walls.

  Ganza waved her hand over a sensor, shutting the water off in the tub, before sitting on the commode and pulling Blythe to stand in front of her. Her plump fingers roughly spread Blythe’s labia. “You have no hair?”

  Backing up a couple of steps, she covered her sex. “I had it lasered. It’s gone.” Blythe blushed, embarrassed beyond belief to have this woman handling her so crudely. “I know how to wash myself!”

  Yanking her back to stand in front of her, Ganza narrowed her eyes. “You’ll fix your tone, missy. The Master says I’ll be taking care of your body and many other pleasantries while you’re here. You’ll do well to remember I’m allowed to employ whatever measures I deem necessary to get the job done, too.” Ganza slapped her outer thigh. “Open. Spread your legs.”

  Growling, Blythe lunged toward Ganza, snapping her teeth in warning. What choice did she have? None, really. This was her only defense. The next step would be an actual bite.

  “Stop! Level three!”

  The thunderous roar of her Master along with his pounding footsteps on the hardwood floors in the hallway occurred at the same time as the electrical shock coursing through the plug and her neck. The strength and length of this jolt the strongest yet.

  Blythe convulsed and, when the current finally stopped, her bladder released, wetting her and the floor around her. “Oh, no!” She sobbed, crossing and pressing her thighs together, frantically clenching to stop the flow—unsuccessfully.

  Both Ganza and Xan watched her with quiet disdain while her hopelessness and the puddle at her feet increased. She had begun to cry inconsolably, humiliated beyond measure.

  After a moment, Ganza scurried to a cupboard, carrying fluffy towels over to the mess she’d made. Xan grasped her arms, gently walking her away from the untidiness on the white tile. “Back up slowly, baby. It’s okay. It happens. Do you see what your stubborn disobedience has caused?”

  “Yes, Sir—M-Master.” She sobbed dejectedly, covering her face with both hands. “I just w-want to take a bath by myself.”

  Xan pulled her hands down, stooping to look her in the eye. “I know, pet. But it’s not about your wants, remember? You’ve been told Ganza will bathe you, and bathe you she will. How red your bottom gets before you sit in the water is your choice alone.”

  She wanted to argue. Wanted to fight. However, exhaustion had her nodding in surrender.

  “Good girls do as they’re told.” He stroked his knuckles on the side of her face. “You’re going to be quite a sore girl at this rate. You need to obey.” He exhaled loudly, reaching up for a bath brush hanging on the wall. “I’m going to be generous this time. You’ll receive only two swats for each cheek. When your bath is done, you’ll have a penance waiting for you downstairs since these couple of swats aren’t enough for attempting to bite my employee.”

  He turned her sideways, swatting each cheek twice, just as he promised. And although he made it sound like the two swats were an example of his generosity, she couldn’t figure out how to stop her feet from dancing on the floor, the pain surpassing her anticipation of the pain.

  Replacing the brush on the wall, he pointed at her. “You will behave for your bath!” Then, addressing Ganza, he said, “She’ll wear her collar and plug for the duration of the bath. Feel free to use any of the commands. She’ll be learning the hard way it seems.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Ganza grasped her shoulders, her grip punishing. “Now, let’s carry on where we were before you decided to be rude. Spread your thighs.”

  Blythe’s quickly looked over her shoulder, she exhaled loudly, feeling relieved Xan had left the area completely. If she was to be violated, at least having him absent made it easier. She spread her legs shoulder-width apart and closed her eyes as the woman shoved her meaty fingers into her sex.

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p; “Oh, Sir will be happy. I can fit three fingers into your cunny. Let’s see how deep you are—he’s a big man and you women from Earth appear to be made for smaller men. The men here are larger…much larger.” Opening the towel cupboard, she pulled out a gleaming silver dildo. “Doesn’t seem you need any lube. Your body abundantly supplies you.” The woman winked at her before shoving the dildo into her.

  The length and breadth took her breath away, her eyes rolling upward with the sensations.

  “You’re liking the Master’s cock, are you, girl?” Ganza worked the toy along the slick, sensitive areas, holding the toy so her thumb brushed against Blythe’s clit on the upward thrusts.

  Her hips jerked, thrusting with arousal, the moist sounds of sex filling the thick humid air, along with her spicy scent. Moaning loudly, she clenched around the metal intruder, hugging it tightly, cocooning it in her warmth, climbing toward orgasm, her mouth opening, eyelids fluttering with the ecstasy. When Ganza inserted her finger into her anus, Blythe screeched with her orgasm, milking the dildo, her juices gushing around the toy, leaking out of her sex and coating her thighs.

  The nurse’s voice broke into her orgasm-induced haze. “Master will be more than satisfied with his new ward. You’re a very sexual woman, aren’t you?” Ganza’s cheeks were flushed, her chest heaved, and she fanned herself with her hands. “It seems your fire stays on a simmer, ma’am. To be honest with you, it makes a woman jealous, it does.”

  Ganza extracted the toy, tossing it into the nearby sink scrubbing it with soap and water. The loss of the toy had Blythe moaning, her hips thrusting, clenching on air. With a raspy voice, she asked, “You’ve mentioned the M-master, and wanting to be sure he fit inside me…what do you mean?” She suspected, but needed to hear it from the woman.

  Ganza stopped washing the dildo, vertical creases appearing between her brows. “Why fucking you, of course. What the hell else would it mean?”

  Her heart skipped a beat. The tightness in her chest making it difficult to breath, she put a hand to her throat. “B-but, he can’t…it’s not allowed. Is it?”

  The toy clattered noisily in the sink as the woman let it go to throw her head back in laughter, clutching her stomach. “Of course it’s allowed. My girl, wake up. You’re a ward—in a foster family. You’ve been sent here instead of the death penalty—they did you a favor. But make no mistake, this is not a vacation. You’re here at the whim and fancy of the Master. You’re his ward. You belong to him, you serve him, you honor and obey him, and your only job is to meet all his demands and wishes. Fucking you is one of those.”

  Blythe sat on the rounded edge of the tub, the cool porcelain a comfort to the still-stinging burn on her backside.

  She’d be required to fuck Xan.

  How can this be?

  In jail she had heard the guards saying the people of Endermere were known to be kind and caring, having taken in even the Mekron. A sickly species no other planet would take, and the people of Endermere not only took them in but put them into a fostering system—the same one she was in. Did they do the same with that species?

  Is this a sexually deviant planet?

  She prided herself on knowing the customs, religion, and social traits of a society. Having obtained her doctorate in anthropology, it was her job to know the culture and evolution of planets and their species. How had she missed knowing Pra’kir forcibly had sex with their wards and prisoners under the guise of fostering them?

  “I…but, I don’t want…how can this be? Do the Nine know wards are subjected to this treatment?”

  Ganza dried the toy and placed it back into the cupboard. “Of course they do, my dear. I’m surprised you seem so astounded by the turn of events. Is it really this foreign to you?” She snapped her fingers. “Up. In the tub. Bend over, gripping the edges, and don’t move your hands.”

  Blythe felt her face scrunch up. “Yes, it is a shock.”

  What in the name of hell is going to happen now?

  The water was still warm, but no longer steamy. she stepped into the tub bent over and grabbed the rim with both hands, waiting for the next violation.

  But when the woman unscrewed the core to her plug, the tugging aggravated the sensitive tissue, still inflamed from the caning the day before she stiffened. “Oh, no.”

  “Stop your whining. The way you’ve been behaving is deplorable. You’ll become accustomed to these rituals in no time.” The nurse retrieved a funnel and drinking glass from the cupboard, turning and then walking briskly back to the tub.

  “W-wait…what are you doing? What is that for?”

  The plug jostled in her bottom, and Blythe watched between her legs as the nurse filled the cup with the soapy bath water. “I’m putting this water into your rectum. We’ll need to clean you out before tonight. The Master likes fucking a woman’s asshole—and may decide—to take yours. We want you clean and ready for him.” She tsked. “Looks like I’ll need to bleach your little hole. It’s kind of dusky. The Master prefers a pretty pink. We’ll get you all cleaned up and ready.”

  “What the fuck?” Blythe tried to stand, but the woman’s heavy hand pressed on the small of her back.

  “Do you want another spanking, in particular a spanking while you’re forced to hold the soapy water? I’ve been spanked while holding enema water, girl, and, trust me, it’s not something you want to sign up for. If I were you, I’d quiet down and submit. Which will it be—a spanking holding your water, or submission?”

  The woman stood with her hands on her hips, and Blythe watched her dump the water from the cup back into the tub, placing her hands on her hips, waiting for Blythe’s reply.

  Although Blythe was a grown woman and wanted to shred this woman to pieces with every vile insult and swear word she could think of, instead she stomped her foot—hard—in the water, sloshing suds over the edge onto the floor.

  “Oh so now you’re going to have a tantrum, like a small spoiled child? Should I shock you, girl, and then spank you?”

  “No, ma’am.” Blythe pulled in a shaky breath, her voice quivering. “I’ll behave and take the water…with no spanking.”

  “Good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard. You’ve had a rough afternoon, judging by your poor little backside. And you still have a penance awaiting you.” Ganza refilled the cup with water, funneling the liquid into her bottomhole..

  “Ohhhh!” Hoping it would relieve her discomfort, Blythe removed her hand from the edge, rubbing her lower belly.

  With an edge of warning, Ganza growled. “Hand back on the tub. I won’t say it again. You’ll be shocked the next time.”

  Her trembling hand gripped the cold porcelain, and she wanted nothing more than this process to be over quickly. The plug jiggled, the reddened tight ring of muscle throbbing with the renewed attention. Unable to hold it back, she mewled, choking on a sob.

  “There. The core is back in. That will help keep the water in until I let you release it. Let me see how quickly you respond to attention to your clitoris.”

  Blythe jumped when the woman’s finger eased between her labia, stroking her nub.

  Like a flip of a switch, just a touch to the little bundle of nerves and her pussy squeezed, her clit throbbing. Blythe would have thought with the enema in progress and threat of being fucked later by her new Master, the last thing her body would do was react to sexual stimuli.

  “While I’m in this area, I’m going to lather up your pussy, making you nice and clean.” Ganza’s slippery, sudsy fingers slid along the seam of her sex, pressing from her taint to her mound.

  Blythe’s hips jerked in response, her knuckles turning white she gripped the tub so tightly. “I-I need to go. Please. I have to go to the bathroom.”

  “Not quite yet. You’re very sexual, aren’t you, girl?” The woman’s large fingers slipped into her pussy, skating along her G-spot.

  “Oh…Oh God. Shit!” Blythe tumbled into an orgasm. A growl erupting from her throat, her teeth clenched while her body tremble
d and shook with each spasm. Her bowels cramped tightly, and her cries of pleasure soon turned to cries of pain.

  “Very responsive. Master will be pleased.” A warm cloth scraped abrasively along her sensitive flesh. If anything, the added fullness from the water, as well as the anal plug, may have actually increased her reaction. Much to her embarrassment—not that she’d divulge it to anyone—she swore she would have a second orgasm if a moist tongue touched her sex or a faint breeze fluttered over her clit.

  “Time to let you release that soapy water, girl. Up.” Ganza guided Blythe out of the tub, hurriedly shuffling her to the commode. “Hands on the seat while I pull that plug out. You’ll clench tightly. Don’t let any of this fluid hit my clean floor, or we’re having words. Clear?”

  “Yes, Ma’am. Oh God, hurry!” Still sniffling, swiping at her tears, Blythe squeezed her sphincter muscles, straining to not let any water slip out, sweat breaking out on her brow.

  “Sit. When you’re done, clean up with the wash cloth in the tub and come to the bedroom.” She nodded toward a closed door across the hall. “I’ll be waiting for you over there.”

  ***

  Blythe took the moist, soft cloth, cleaning herself. Her poor bottom. Walking over to a mirror, she gasped at the red and light purple marks covering her backside. Bending over, she spread her cheeks, her little pucker red and inflamed from all the negative attention today.

  She left the bathroom, lightly rubbing her hind end, and pushed the slightly open door to the room she’d been directed toward, a light buzz sounded and the door quickly opened on its own.

  Ganza stood near the bed, pointing to the fluffy towel. “Lie on that, on your back, please.”

  “O-okay.” Blythe had a bad feeling about this. Once on her back, she pulled her knees up, keeping them tightly closed, the heels of her feet pressed up against her buttocks.

  Pressing her hand on Blythe’s knees, Ganza barked out, “Knees on your chest, I want your cheeks spread and your little hole exposed completely.”

  “Wh-why?” she stuttered no longer caring or able to hide her fear and wariness.