“Your honesty is refreshing.” He held his belly, still chuckling. “Don’t worry, pet. I’ll help you with your listening skills. You’ll be a good girl in no time.”
He reached out cupping her right breast. “Speaking of which…” He gently backed her up so he could stand, “Bend over, hands on the chair.”
“Wh-why? I didn’t… Are you going to spank me?” She couldn’t help but cup her backside in her hands, her skin still warm to the touch.
“No. Just do as you’re told.” He nodded toward the chair.
Against her instincts, she bent over as instructed, watching him open a drawer in the implement cabinet and extract a long, fluffy white thing. He stroked his hands over the length, standing next to her.
“This is your tail. I’ll be tying it to your plug. Most days you’ll have the plug in, and anytime that I add this tail, you’ll walk on your hands and knees, and many times you’ll also have a leash—either attached to the collar on your neck or the ring on your plug.”
Blythe groaned, her neck heating with embarrassment. She’d give him some hell for this, but she was worn out.
He tapped the inside of her ankle. “Spread your legs, elbows on the cushion.”
She obeyed, her ass yawning open, the cool air in the room brushing across her anus.
“Good girl.” He tugged at the plug, tying the tail to the ring.
The soft white fur brushed against her upper thighs. She’d been reduced to a pet. No wonder he called her that.
“On your hands and knees. We’ll go to the dining room now for dinner. You must be famished after all the activities today.” He stood waiting for her to comply.
She couldn’t move. Couldn’t fathom how she’d just submit without a fight—verbal or physical—to crawling on the floor with a tail in her bottom. It had to be the worst form of objectification she could think of. She had to defend herself against it—fight it with what little energy she had left for the day.
When she did not drop to her hands and knees, Xan extracted a long brown leather strap half inch in width, and about three feet in length from the drawer by the chair where he also kept the dreaded hairbrush.
“I see you need incentive. Now! Level 2!” The shock immediately vibrated through her neck and little bottom hole.
“Ohhhh!” Once her body stopped trembling, she bent her knees, dropping her forehead to the chair, sobbing—but still not moving.
“Again! Level 3!”
The current on this one, similar to when she’d had Level 3 in the bathroom, had made her crumple in pain. Thankfully her bladder was empty, or she had no doubt she would have lost control again.
Xan immediately blistered her ass with the whippy leather leash. Lash after lash struck her bottom and upper thighs.
Screeching she leapt up, dancing on her toes. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” she shouted over and over, prancing and crying.
“Then proceed!”
She harshly fell to her knees on the hardwood floors, not caring about the bruises she might incur.
“You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?”
The leash snapped into her plug, the muscles there prickling with the added aggravation.
“This requires your obedience, little one. You’ll move with me, or I’ll shock you. I won’t have you hurting yourself with your blasted mulish behavior.” He stood by her side, the leash wrapping around her hip.
Blythe may have been stubborn and independent, but she wasn’t stupid. She crawled in step with him, the tail swishing along her backside and pussy.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he walked down the corridor, bringing her into a decadently decorated dining room. A chandelier with gleaming crystal was the focal point of the room, it hung from the ceiling over the long, dark wood table. What appeared to be gold, trimmed the plates at each chair, making her wonder if other guests were come. She hoped not. Ornately decorated dishes held steaming foods that weren’t recognizable to her. The drinking glasses were a translucent ruby. She’d never seen a table set so beautifully.
Although unsure, the smells that assailed her nose, were heavenly. She barely ate while in prison, and her mouth watered just looking at the mountainous bowls before her.
Once he sat at the table, she started to rise, wondering which one was her place setting among the dozen of plates at the table, confused, she wondered how she should proceed, or if she should proceed at all.. Until he cleared his throat and said with no emotion. “Stay, girl. You’ll be eating right where you’re sitting.”
Wait…What?
“On the floor?”
“Most nights you’ll sit with me at the table. But, tonight, due to your rebelliousness, causing you to wear a tail, you’ll eat on the floor.”
After taking her leather leash off, he pressed a button on the underside of the table. “Dinner may be served. Please bring my ward’s food first.”
He wagged his finger at her. “You’ll behave. No temper tantrums. You’ve had enough stress and punishments for one day. Agreed?”
As much as she wanted to have a fit, she needed food more, and her ass had indeed had enough attention for one day. “Agreed, Master.”
The door opened and a young girl, near her age, brought two bowls and placed them in front of her on the floor. One held a broth, the other what appeared to be a potato hash of sorts. She fought the urge to flip the dishes, but the smell had her licking it, and she decided she’d fight tomorrow.
“After dinner, we’ll go upstairs to my room and seal our arrangement.”
CHAPTER NINE
Xan quietly watched Blythe in his peripheral vision. Poor girl. She gasped for air between loud gulps of food, her face buried in the mashed dinner. He’d have a talk with the person in charge of the jail about this matter in the morning. His teeth hurt from gritting them in anger over the injustice of it all.
Didn’t they take her mask off to eat—at all?
His woman and slave deserved to be cared for better than this. For obvious reasons, their community was enraged with the crash landing of their spacecraft, destroying their beautiful waterside and beaches, but that didn’t mean they should be denied food and water.
He stopped eating to watch her slurping the broth loudly.
“My poor girl. Come here, pet.” He grabbed his napkin off the table, dipping it into his water glass.
Her eyes wide, pert lip sandwiched between her little white teeth, she walked on her knees toward him, food smeared from the bridge of her nose down to her chin. The recently drunk water mixed with the food particles on her chin, the messy goo sluicing down her neck and dribbling between her pointed breasts.
“Didn’t they take your mask off to feed you, girl?” He swiped at her face with the cloth until her nose shone with her cleanliness.
“No, Sir. They told me people who bite weren’t allowed to eat.” She dropped her gaze to the floor.
Tilting her chin up, he stared into her green eyes. “That won’t happen here. Ever. You’ll always be fed and cared for—but that also means you’ll be corrected, harshly, for any misdeeds. But you’ll never go without food again. Trust me on this.”
She nodded, blinking quickly to dispel the brightening of her eyes with tears.
“Look at what you’ve done to my new toys.” He tsked loudly, dipping another napkin in the water, diligently cleaning the slime from between her breasts, taking care to lift each heavy globe and wipe it clean, not leaving a centimeter untouched. Tossing aside the rag, he lightly thumbed each pebbled point, the light brush of her nipples sending tremors directly to his cock, which jerked wildly behind his clothing.
He needed to stop playing with her. He had all evening to plunder her, to explore all of her body. But right now? He needed to make sure she had her basic needs met.
Reaching for the bowl of creamy, thick pudding-like substance that had some sort of berries in it, he scooped up a heaping spoonful, cooing to her. “Open.”
She didn’t hesitate,
her mouth closing on the deliciousness of the smooth dessert. Her eyes closed briefly, savoring the taste. He could only imagine the same look with his cock filling her mouth.
It was then that a low moan rose from her throat, unable to hold back the murmur of ecstasy.
He swore he almost dropped the glass dish, forgoing her nutritional needs and diving straight to his carnal desires. He cleared his throat. “Are you enjoying it, pet?”
“Yes, Master.” Seeing the spoon coming closer, she opened her mouth again and enveloped the spoon, her plump lips tightly pursed. They continued in this manner until the dish was empty.
“Do you feel full, or would you like more?” He wasn’t sure if he wanted the answer to be yes or no, wanting to get upstairs but also enjoying his first evening with a pet kneeling by his side.
“I feel full, Master.” Blythe smiled briefly.
“Good. Now, we’ll get on with meeting my needs, as well.” He pushed back his chair and snapped her leash onto the collar. “Come, pet. It’s time you were trained in the bedroom.”
CHAPTER TEN
She waited as he spoke to the thermostat. “Turn the heat up.
A fireplace immediately turned on, and air rushed through the four vents near each corner of the room. She hadn’t taken the time to look around the last time she’d been in her Master’s room. The walls were the same white stone that were in the main rooms downstairs. It didn’t seem there was anything resembling it on Earth. It was cold, but smooth, appearing like sheet rock, but the texture softer.
The room had been decorated in deep blue, almost black with bright white accents. She rubbed her arms briskly, her skin still goose-bumped and cold to the touch, probably more from nerves than the temperature, but she appreciated him turning up the heat nonetheless.
But his keen dark eyes narrowed, watching her, with a look of … What is that look? Concern.
He stalked toward her. Although easily eight feet tall, his movements were graceful. “You won’t be cold for long. I’ll take care of that.”
She shivered.
“There’s no sense in making this more difficult than it has to be. You’ve had sex before, and you’ll come to like this part of our arrangement, I have no doubt.” He flicked his finger on her pebbled nipple, watching her breast wobble, a smile curving the edge of his lips. “On the bed. Face down, ass up.” He pointed toward the large bed occupying the center of the gigantic bedroom. It was a four poster bed, with a high head board and footboard, with a bright white fabric covered bench at the foot. It was ridiculously high, and she had to crawl to get onto it.
She reached out brushing her hand along the soft black bedspread. The fabric was unlike anything on Earth, softer than acrylic fleece or velvet.
“You like it?”
She pivoted. “I do. It’s so soft.”
“I’ll make sure you have one for your room. Up on the bed, pet.”
He methodically unbuttoned and unzipped his clothes, taking them off piece by piece. She stood, mesmerized by the erotic reveal of his muscled body, and although she wanted to bite him and rip his eyes out, the man had a body sculpted by the gods. His shoulders and biceps bulged, rippling with the movement of pulling each arm of the long-sleeved shirt. His abdominals were beautifully sectioned—taut and lean.
She wanted to do nothing more than run the tip of her tongue along each section, seeking each ridge and bump. He gracefully slipped his pants and underwear off, the material puddling at his feet. His cock had to be the hugest thing she’d ever seen. —It matched his height, but jutted straight out, jerking in rhythm to his heartbeat.
Her clit throbbed, her slick sheath clenching on air. She’d never been a size whore, finding large cocks bouncing against the mouth of her womb tended to hurt more than please. But this cock? The length and girth of him had her almost wanting to feel him.
The veins bulged and had her mouth watering. Swallowing loudly, she wondered if the veins running along his arms would feel the same on her tongue as the veins on his cock.
Would they dip and give when she pressed against them?
As she noticed his devilish smirk, he sauntered in her direction. “What are you thinking about, pet? Hmmmm?”
“N-Nothing. I just…I was looking.” She backed up onto the bed. The ache in her bottom and the tug on her tail had her gasping out loud before lying on her back obediently.
“I noticed. I think you like what you see, eh?” Xan focused on her white tail peeping between her bent and open legs. “I love your tail, girl.”
She stared at him silently.
Patting her hip, he said with a bit of an edge, “Up on your knees, as I asked.”
Her heart raced, she quickly rolled over onto her hands and knees. Blythe groaned aloud, dropping her face to the soft material. She had no idea when she’d begun to cry, but her tears soaked the fabric under her.
When she’d started her anthropology studies with the dream of exploring other planets, learning about their culture and lifestyles, she hadn’t envisioned herself being forced to have sex with an eight foot tall, hugely hung and muscled alien. She hadn’t envisioned being treated as a minor, becoming a ward to an alien, submitting to punishments, sexual favors, and God knows what other horrors awaited her on Pra’kir.
She wondered if she’d ever make it back to Terra. Would she see her family and coworkers again?
It had always been a risk. The space academy trained students for situations such as these, giving them techniques to survive mentally and emotionally. Prepare and practice. To escape and formulate a plan, one must stay calm and adapt. Animals and humans alike cannot sleep, eat or drink unless they’re calm. Adapt to your surroundings. Obey the demands of your captors. Once the captive appeared amiable and compliant, the kidnappers would also relax, giving up information or leaving holes in their security.
She’d never anticipated employing the techniques would be so difficult. Willing herself to adapt and become calm wasn’t a task easily attained. Pulling in a quivery breath, she shuttered her eyes, relaxing her stomach muscles.
The bed dipped behind her, the plug jostling within her. Her eyes open, her body stiffening. “Are you taking it out?”
“Eyes forward.” He continued to tug on the plug and tail.
She dropped her forehead onto the mattress again. For a fleeting moment, she wondered why he was taking out the tail. Would he be replacing it …with himself? He plucked it out, tossing it onto a nearby nightstand.
He fingered the area, slipping easily in and out of her anus, pumping deeper with each thrust. The finger left, and the pause lasted long enough she wondered if she should break his command and peek at what he was doing.
It was then she felt the broad—too broad—head of his cock pressing insistently against her little pucker. “Oh, Christ! Xan… Master! It hurts, Master. You’re too…it’s too b-big.” She swore she was ripping. Her forehead beaded with sweat, the pain too much.
“You’ll adjust, pet. We’ll practice like this every night. This, along with the plugs, will prepare you to accept the entirety of me into your little ass. We’ll take it slow. I have no desire to damage your sweet little hole. I can’t enjoy what’s been broken, can I? I’m just sticking the tip in tonight. We’ll get you used to that first.”
Annoyingly and painfully, he pulled out, immediately re-entering her little hole—over and over. She grunted with each shove into her.
Oh God. When is he stopping?
“Master…I need…can we stop?” It galled her to call him Master.
“I decide what we’re doing. Not you.” He continued rhythmically pushing in and out of her anus, forcing the muscles to ease, to accept the girth of him.
She fought the urge to pivot and bite him then rush for a door to escape.
But…escape to where?
And it was night. Night was never a good time to escape. She needed to leave during the day…she needed a plan.
Prepare and Practice. Stay Calm and Adapt.<
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The first steps drilled into her head. She’d plan—calmly and with a level head.
The head of his cock popped out yet again, and she groaned loudly at the relief she felt.
“That’s enough practice for today. Your little hole is red from its punishment anyway. I don’t want to inflame it any more than it already is. It wouldn’t be so sore if you’d just behave and keep those teeth where they belong.” He patted her hip lightly. “Roll over onto your back, girl.”
Relief flooded her body, her pucker throbbing from the unsolicited attention. However, now on her back, Xan seemed too close and formidable. She rolled over onto her belly again, scrabbling across the bed, escaping to – anywhere but here.
His cold, clammy hand grabbed her ankle and dragged her backward. She screeched, clawing futilely against the soft material, clutching clumps of it in her fists to thwart his efforts.
He pinned her onto her back once again, restraining her hands over her head. Nostrils flaring, lips thinned, his determination evident, he wouldn’t stop.
She had to fight. Had to claw, bite, and kick. How else would she live through this? She’d look back, knowing she valiantly fought him. Even if she lost—ended up sealing this arrangement as he said—she could take comfort in the fact it had happened against her will.
He straddled her hips, his ass resting upon her thighs rendering her immobile. She tried bucking her hips, but her efforts didn’t even have his body moving in the slightest.
His nostrils flared, his breathing labored, and a celebratory feeling ran through her. At least she’d given him a struggle. Taking her sexually wouldn’t be a placid event—not this time at least, whenever possible, she’d give him hell.
Xan shifted on her hips, situating himself between her legs, his cock now lined up against the seam of her labia, slipping between them, gliding through her juices, bumping her clit.
Her clit jumped, her hips jerking in response.
He grinned, winking at her. “You like it, pet.”
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