A Baby for Pra'kir (Captives of Pra'kir Book 6)

by Megan Michaels

  “Rise, pet.”

  He watched Blythe gracefully rise with a fluidity that had been absent when she first arrived. He wrapped his arm around her waist, nodding for her to slip her hand into the other glove. A familiar tingle behind his nose signaled that his eyes were welling with tears. The love and reverence in Blythe’s face every time she visited made him swell with pride. She was such a good mother.

  Her eyes flitted toward him, waiting for permission.

  “You may touch her. Be gentle; her skin is very delicate.”

  But she couldn’t resist. –She rolled her eyes, stopping mid-roll, but she’d been caught, and she knew it too.

  “Later.” The one word was more than a warning or threat. It was a promise of future retribution.

  She nodded silently. “Yes, Sir.” Her small hand brushed along Tegan’s arm, the little girl so alert for her gestational age. She turned, focusing on Blythe.

  “She’s…looking at me.” Her voice broke on the last word, and she brought a trembling hand to her mouth.

  “Her eyes are so blue. I’m hoping they’ll be like yours.” Xan fought against the tears again.

  What is happening to me? I’m tearing up every time I visit her.

  “Oh, Caucasian babies have blue eyes. At least on Earth they do. Are they blue here too?” Her deep green eyes searched his face for an answer.

  “No, they’re usually dark brown here.”

  Blythe ran her fingers through the dark curls. “She’s such a beauty…and hair just like yours.”

  He watched her face closely to see if she’d smirk or if she’d given a sarcastic barb, but she had a hint of a smile on her lips, her eyes brightening, and she murmured quietly. She dripped with love.

  “Oh…Oh, no!” Her mouth opened and she gawped at him before grabbing his arm. “I…oh shit!”

  Before he could reprimand her for swearing, milk spurted from her right breast. She covered it with both hands, squealing loudly, the bluish-white fluid pooling on the floor by her bare feet.

  “Shhh-shhhh! You’re scaring our baby, pet.” His one hand still stroked Tegan lightly while the other grasped Blythe’s long neck, pressing on the sides just enough for her to feel his strength but not enough to hurt her. “Calm down. Settle.” He rumbled the words into her ear, repeating settle until her pulse slowed under his hand.

  “It’s just your milk; this is what you want, girl. You want it to release when your little girl needs you. Isn’t it great? She needs you!”

  Dropping his grip on her neck, he pushed her hands away, pinching her nipple—hard—the milk ceasing immediately.

  Her giggle made him smile. “She does need me, and I need her too.” Looking at the floor, she shook her head, “Look at the mess.”

  “I’ll get someone to clean it later. Enjoy your girl.”

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  Slipping his hand from the glove, he replaced it with her much smaller one. Grabbing a nearby gown, he tossed it onto the floor covering the wet area.

  Such a waste of milk. Pity.

  Leaning against the exam table, he crossed his legs at the ankle. His girls. Soon he’d be a daddy—responsible not only for the care of his woman, but for the little being their flesh made…their love and commitment brought onto Pra’kir. What did he know about babies? Nothing. He knew even less about human babies. What if he failed? Would she leave him for another alien if he couldn’t care for them? Could he force her to stay even if she wasn’t happy? Would he want to?

  Xan knew if he kept going with this line of thinking, he’d be awake all night—again. He’d been sleeping fitfully for months now. Then he rationalized that he was a doctor, he cured disease, treated illnesses, and had even made his progeny with tissue from his unfertile woman. How difficult could it be to care for a little baby? Somehow he feared that he’d discover that it was harder than all of those combined. And watching the little sweetheart already wrapped around his heart and finger, he knew that he’d give Blythe anything her heart desired…and that included his daughter as well.

  Chapter Five

  “You stay here.” Xan left Blythe standing in the middle of the kitchen—naked—wearing only her tail and collar. Her belly trembled, the uncertainty of what would happen next had her nervous.

  “Agnes, will you fetch my pet’s box.”

  “Yes, Sir.” The cook furrowed her eyebrows at Blythe and quickly darted out of the room to retrieve it.

  “Ohhhhhh.” Blythe barely whispered her moan. She’d only been punished this way once before and definitely had hoped to avoid it in the future. Obviously, she’d failed miserably.

  “Silence. You won’t roll your eyes again, girl.” He wagged his long finger toward her.

  Agnes scurried into the room holding a box about one foot by two foot in dimensions, handing it over to Blythe’s Master.

  Ganza and Billex were present, so there would be a full room to witness her degradation.

  He plopped the box near her, and she looked down at the pebbled grains filling it to about half full. “Turn around. Face the box.”

  Thank God.

  She pivoted.

  “Straddle it.” He held her leash in his hands, the looped strap in one and the chain in the other ready to slap the doubled leather onto her bottom or thighs with any infraction.

  She straddled the box, keenly aware of everyone staring at her bottom and fluffy tail.

  “Tell everyone why you’re being punished.” Xan’s lips were thinned as his nostrils flared with his anger.

  She knew better. Knew how he hated the disrespect of rolling her eyes or shaking her head when he spoke or gave an order. She’d begun to wonder if she’d ever learn to control her mouth—or her eyes. She couldn’t seem to resist the immediate reaction to a statement he made that she knew was silly or redundant. And this was the penalty for her independent, sassy demeanor.

  “I rolled my eyes at you when you warned me to be careful when rubbing Tegan’s delicate skin. But…but I knew that already.”

  “It doesn’t matter whether you knew or not, pet. What matters is your level of respect and submission, yes?” He raised his eyebrows at her, waiting for an answer.

  “Yes. But—”

  “Zip it.” He placed his large finger over her lips. “Squat and piss.”

  She moaned loudly but quickly obeyed to avoid the snap of the leash. The thought of her fat ass spreading wide over the box had her cringing internally.

  “It’s embarrassing, right, pet?”

  “Yes, Master.” She choked on a sob, grabbing her long white tail, holding it out of the way. She closed her eyes willing herself to urinate as quickly as possible. In the past few months, she’d become almost expert at overcoming her performance anxiety.

  “If you don’t pee soon, I will force it.” He rubbed the leash along her backside.

  She shivered, but his voice interrupted the process, and now she would have to struggle even further to finish her business. Her bladder released and within seconds, the hiss of her urine being released into the box could be heard in the quiet kitchen.

  “That’s an obedient, pet. Tell us again why you’re evacuating in your litter box, bad girl.”

  Blythe hated when he called her a bad girl. The tears flowed down her cheek and dripped into her litter, mixing with the last drops of her urine. “Because I disrespected you by rolling my eyes.”

  “Indeed. And it won’t happen again.” The strap lashed against her backside, catching her off guard so that she stumbled forward a bit. Her hands kept her in position, but her tail was in the line of fire.

  “Tail.” His voice boomed the word.

  Quickly.

  Still squatting, the whacks were dealt quickly, each one feeling like a line of fire.

  “Those stripes will remind you to watch your mouth and facial expressions—again.” The leash stilled, and he snapped the clasp into her collar.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Ganza, will you wipe her cle
an, give her lunch, and then put her down for a nap. I’ll be at work until dinner. I expect her rested and ready when I return.” He squatted in front of her and promptly tilted her chin up and sternly growled. “You’ll behave, or else. Clear?”

  “Yes, Master.” She swiped at the tears on her left cheek.

  “Leave them. They’re beautiful.”

  “Kiss me, please.” She ventured into unsure waters. He liked—needed—to be in control, and asking or demanding something wasn’t acceptable. She hoped she’d kept her tone and attitude humble enough to be given grace.

  “Anytime, pet.” He gave her lips a couple of small pecks, pulling away enough to stare into her eyes. He used the pad of his thumb to wipe away another stray tear tracking down her cheek before capturing her mouth and letting his tongue delve in, teasing and rubbing against the sensitive roof, toying with her tongue.

  Her hips thrust in reaction, eliciting a chuckle that rumbled into her mouth. “We’ll take care of that later. And don’t get too used to giving me orders; I may not be as agreeable the next time.” He abruptly rose to his full height, and his shiny black dress shoes moved out of view.

  Blythe remained hunched over her litter box, her cunt still damp with her urine and obscenely exposed with her anus visible, as well as the rest of her, to the staff.

  A damp cloth brusquely wiped her pussy, rubbing on each buttock, further irritating the spanked flesh.

  “Up, girl. Sit at the table and we’ll get your lunch.” Ganza clucked, shaking her head while Agnes filled a bowl with what Blythe affectionately called gruel, a mixture of some sort of dirt grown vegetables, if that’s what you’d call them, with a gravy-like substance. The staff knew to add eegle, a fruity jam-like substance that sweetened up the food enough that she didn’t gag. Xan had ordered everyone to put it in all of Blythe’s food; it made everything palatable.

  Her nanny slammed the bowl of gruel in front of her, ranting, “I’ve trained you better than this. Master has trained you better than this. You’re lucky he didn’t whip your little ass.”

  Agnes shook her wooden spoon in Blythe’s direction. “And she would have been lucky and thankful if a whipping was all she received. I know me Master years ago would have skinned me alive. He’s more gracious to you than you deserve,” Agnes pointed out before going back to stirring her pot of…whatever it was.

  “Indeed, Agnes. My Master too. You live in this gorgeous house with a nanny, butler, cook, and a man who adores you and has given you a beautiful little girl to boot. And you have the audacity to roll your eyes at him when he cautions you on your half Pra’kir and half alien baby?” She tsked loudly, huffing in exasperation, and sat in the chair next to Blythe.

  “My little girl is half alien and half human!” She grit her teeth in anger; they would not forget that they were human, not as long as she was alive and had breath in her body.

  “Girl, you’ll watch your tone with us or pay with your ass. Are you looking for more punishment on this day?”

  “N-no, ma’am. But Tegan is half human, not alien.”

  The old woman nodded her head slowly. “Okay, I understand being defensive of yer girl. We’ll come to an agreement. She’s half Pra’kir and half human. Okay?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Good; finish your meal. We’ll get your naughty bottom to bed for a nap. Apparently you need it more than any of us realized.

  Blythe shoved a spoonful of food into her mouth, not wanting to make any facial expression to give herself away. The excitement was almost more than she could handle. After all these months, she’d finally be talking to Brinley.

  Chapter Six

  Ganza’s snoring drifted down the hallway to Blythe’s room. Although as a couple Xan and Blythe slept together most nights unless he put her to sleep in her cage, she also had a room down the hall that was reserved for when she’d been naughty and was banned from the privilege of sleeping with her Master, or for her afternoon naps, such as today. This room was close to where Ganza slept, thus making her escape a little more difficult.

  She slowly sat up, trying to avoid any movement that would make the bed squeak. Looking over at the camera, she paused, staring at it—wondering what she should do with the possibility of Xan watching from his communicator at work. Grabbing her pillow, she pulled it from the case covering it, and, tiptoeing over to it, she tossed the cloth over the camera. She then grabbed another case to cover the camera in the den.

  If indeed Xan did check his communicator, he’d know instantly that something was afoot, but he at least wouldn’t be able to see what. She could make up any lie.

  I need to come up with one, now!

  Stepping lightly down the hall, Blythe peeped into Ganza’s room. Her nanny’s mouth was wide open, snoring loudly on every inhale, her buxom chest rising with every breath. She appeared to be in a deep sleep—or so Blythe hoped. At least for a half hour until she could sneak her way back to bed.

  Continuing down the hall, she quickly descended the stairs, not wanting to waste another second being watched by the cameras. She made a pit stop to the kitchen, opening a cupboard that kept her treats, as Xan called them, her reward for being a good girl, or when she was in the midst of her menstrual cycle; he said that they made her more amenable. She rolled her eyes thinking about the condescension of that phrase. The treat wasn’t exactly chocolate, but similar—a bit more bitter but with a sweet after taste, and it seemed to release the same happy feeling that chocolate did.

  She held the bag in her hand, wondering how much she should take, especially since she was taking it without permission, and no doubt being recorded. Smiling to herself, she grabbed a handful. She assumed about ten pieces, but then with a dramatic shake of her head, she put all of them back but three. Hopefully, it would give her some brownie points for the disobedience and upcoming discipline session.

  It’d be worth it. Blythe looked at the reflection on the wall and noted it was one fifty-nine. One minute. Flinging the bag back into the cupboard, she fled from the room, entering the den and tossing a pillow case over the camera in the corner. She quickly waved her hand over the screen image floating over the desk, entering the password Xan had given her to log her misbehaviors into her punishment log. But unbeknownst to him, she’d also been watching how he made phone calls. She exited her punishment log, crinkling her nose at the black book, and found the orange contact list. Tapping the icon, she said clearly in Pra’kir the word she assumed meant contact and added Commander Rowth Lashat. She held her breath wondering if it would balk at a different voice.

  A ringing burst forth from the image, and she stood up dancing in a little circle with her own happy dance. “Yes!”

  “Blythe.”

  Halting her dance, she put her hand to her mouth, sitting before she would swoon. “Brinley,” she sighed “How I’ve missed you. You look so good since I last saw you. But you’re so thin.”

  “I hate the fucking food here. If we ever make it back to Earth, I swear I want to bring a truckload of this fucking shit so that I can maintain my svelte new figure.” Brinley laughed wanly, her eyes filling with tears. “You look good, Blythe. How is he treating you? Are you okay?”

  “I am good. I’m treated like a slave and pet. I wear a tail most days, and a shock collar with a buddy anal shocker too. But he’s good to me, and I’ll be having a little girl—Tegan Denisse—soon.”

  “What? But you’re sterile, right?” Her eyes widened with shock. “Oh my God, I’m so happy for you!”

  “Xan took some of my uterine tissue, and with their medical technology, he made a baby with my cells and his sperm. She’s beautiful. And with their artificial uterus, I can visit and touch her.”

  “They are medically so advanced; much more than we could ever imagine being. Have you tried to log any of the techniques or things they have used or done to you since arriving there?”

  Blythe paused, not knowing how much to share, wondering if this conversation was being recorded. “I�
�ve tried, but the language barrier is an issue. Xan turns the translator off when he’s examining me.” She wrung her hands in her lap, hoping Brinley wouldn’t be angry.

  “I know. I’ve gone through the same thing. I keep trying, but I’ve only found a few simple things. Mark down whatever you can, Blythe. We’ll find a way off this planet and return; I know we will…somehow.” Brinley’s eyebrows furrowed a bit. “Wait, did you say he has you wearing a tail and a pet collar?”

  “Yeah, and I have a cage. For days at a time, I’m required to eat out of a pet dish and urinate on the lawn outside. At first, I struggled, but as long as I behave and do as I’m told, I’m a cherished pet. It sounds odd, but I don’t seem to mind it too much.” Blythe dropped her gaze, afraid to see any condemnation. Unsure and insecure.

  “Hey, hey, don’t hide. We’ve all been in difficult situations and have had to do things we never imagined. Someday I’ll share my experiences too. What’s important is that you’re fine and…well, happy.”

  “I am.” Reaching out, she touched where her friend’s face appeared, her finger dipping into the image. If only. “I miss you.”

  “I miss you too.” Brinley did the same with her hand before clearing her throat. “Okay. Enough. We need to plan how we’re getting together, or even escaping.”

  Blythe paused. She hadn’t thought this through. Did she really want to escape anymore? Leave her little girl behind? Or take her with her on a dangerous voyage? How would they do this with overbearing masters, monitor bugs, no space ship, and a whole planet that wanted them dead?

  Brinley continued. “We’ll meet. Do you have access to a vehicle or know how to find me? Or maybe I can find you—damn Rowth never lets me see things. All we do is watch the fucking news. Have you escaped?”

  “Yeah, I tried to escape. I made it to his cabin nearby. He takes me out quite often now to keep me from wanting to run away again. I think I could maneuver the vehicle, and I think I know how to engage the GPS system too.”

  “Oh my God! You’re my hero! How the fuck have you done all of this and now have a baby coming? I’m so fucking proud of you. Okay, I’m afraid of getting caught here. Let’s pick ten days from now. Come to get me at three in the morning when they’ll all be sleeping. We can go to your cabin, gather our thoughts, and we’ll talk about escaping while we’re there.”