Her Daddy and Her Master

by Katie Douglas

  * * *

  After the tea party, they separated from one another and Basil gathered up the remaining cupcakes, as well as anything else he’d brought into the room, and handed Flin and Laila some things to carry. They took everything back to Basil’s room, where Laila flopped face down in the middle of the bed.

  “Holy macaroni…” she mumbled.

  “How are you feeling, princess?” Basil asked.

  “So… many…orgasms…” She was talking through the bed, but she didn’t care.

  “You need a drink, and some more cupcakes, to replenish your energy.” Basil went to the water heater and mixed up something, then handed Laila the sippy cup, which she hadn’t used yet. The lid was on, so she didn’t know what was in it.

  “Is it more tea?” She was suspicious.

  “No, it’s not tea. Have a taste and tell me what it is,” Basil encouraged, handing Flin a glass of cold water before flopping down himself.

  “Hot chocolate!” Laila knew as soon as the liquid met her tongue. It was more of a warm chocolate, she added to herself.

  “Here, have a cupcake to go with it.” Flin offered her the tin. Laila picked a cupcake and bit into it, and the sugary icing tasted wonderful. Basil put a film onto his tablet, set it on the end of the bed, and pressed the button at the back, so it projected onto the white wall in front of them.

  Laila didn’t really pay much attention to the film, because she was too busy snuggling Basil and Flin, who both kept her well stocked with cupcakes and hot chocolate. Periodically, she would touch her collar to remind herself that it was still there, even though her neck could feel it when she moved.

  “Daddy? Are we going to live in hotel rooms forever?” she asked.

  “No, baby girl. I’m thinking of expanding, branching out, maybe getting a place here on Minos Kerala so I can store things, group the deliveries, what d’you think?”

  “A warehouse?” Laila thought about Gar-Kon’s warehouse on Pombos and gripped the handle of her sippy cup tightly.

  “You can’t park a spaceship in a garage. They’re usually a lot bigger than your average flying car. He would need a warehouse to fit everything in,” Flin observed.

  It made sense, but Laila still didn’t like the idea of living in a warehouse.

  “It won’t be very snuggly, though, will it?” she asked.

  “Why not? If it’s our building, we can do what we like with it,” Flin said.

  “Gar-Kon lived in a warehouse,” Laila said, feeling sad at the idea of living in another dreary concrete-floored building.

  “Oh, shit. Of course. Sorry.” Flin put his arm around her.

  “We can’t really run a shipping company without somewhere to put the ship. It’s costing me a small fortune to keep it at Minos Kerala’s spaceport. What if we lived in a classy modern apartment above a warehouse? I found out that there’s a free school for adults from different planets, to bring their education up to the standard of the richer planets. You could enroll, if you wanted to continue your reading, and maybe start on other subjects. We could get a place near the school,” Basil suggested.

  “That could be nice, and I should probably learn how to read, write, add, and count.” Laila sipped at the chocolate in her sippy cup and imagined a big apartment with light airy windows and thick squishy carpets to play on, and getting walked to school by her daddy. “Could we get a pet?”

  “What do we need a pet for, sweetheart, when we’ve got a half-elf living with us?” Basil teased. Flin reached over Laila and punched Basil playfully in the arm.

  “What is your other half, anyway, Flin? You never did tell me, and I think I have a right to know the species of the person who’s collared me,” Laila said.

  “Actually, baby doll, you don’t have any rights when it comes to Flin; that’s sort of the point of being his slave,” Basil interjected. Laila glared at him.

  “You know what I meant,” she retorted in mock-haughtiness.

  “If I whisper it to you, do you promise to keep it a secret?” Flin asked, his amazing pink eyes finding Laila’s brown ones. She stared up at him—he was so tall, even when he sat beside her. Laila nodded solemnly.

  “I promise.”

  Flin whispered in her ear, and Laila’s eyes widened in shock.

  “You’re half-dragon?!” she shouted, nearly dropping her sippy cup. Then she covered her mouth with her hand as she realized she’d just broken her promise. Looking up at Flin in horror, she couldn’t decode his expression.

  “This should make for an interesting punishment,” Basil muttered.

  “Good thing Basil already knew,” Flin added. “But you did just break your promise.”

  “Do dragons even exist?” Laila was having trouble believing that Flin was being truthful.

  “He’s from a planet full of unicorns, where horses are a myth. D’you really need to ask that?” Basil shook his head and mimed a person digging a hole.

  “Would you like to find out?” Flin’s eyes flashed and for a moment, Laila was certain she saw real fire in them, but then it was gone again.

  “How does that even work? An elf and a dragon?” She tried to picture them mating, but she just couldn’t imagine it. “Seriously, how does it work?”

  “Go and stand in the corner while I decide how to punish you for breaking your promise.”

  “You cannot be serious.” She couldn’t help it, she just kept staring at him. It wasn’t like there were any scales or wings. “You don’t even have a tail.”

  “Do you want me to add extras of whatever I’m going to think up?” He raised an eyebrow, just the way Basil did sometimes. Laila couldn’t help giggling as she went to the corner.

  “I don’t think she appreciates the gravity of the situation,” Basil tutted, and Laila knew he was only teasing her.

  “Gravity! That’s it! The gravity chamber’s closed for repairs all week, but I’ll acquire a pair of zero-gravity boots. How long do we have the Innovation Suite booked for?”

  “All day.”

  “Perfect.”

  Laila knew that tone of voice; Flin was machinating. She loved it when he got excited about some new and slightly sadistic scheme involving her. Staring at the wall, standing in the corner waiting to find out what her fate was going to be, she couldn’t help smiling to herself. It was like he’d expected her to react like that—she’d seen it in his eyes and heard it in the tone of his voice; she knew this punishment wouldn’t be too bad. Hopefully.

  The End

  Bonus: Preview of His Little Earthling

  When Sarah opened her eyes, everything looked different. She was in a dull room with gray-painted metal in every direction. Someone stood in front of her; their face was larger than her own, and their eyes were a pink blur. The taste of strawberries was still on her lips from the last dream and she longed for one more drink of her sippy cup. There was still a warmth in her sex that had begun in the sunlit field.

  “…on Luna—Earth’s moon. Remember how you got here?” the face was asking. Sarah frowned and tried to shake her head but it felt like she was moving through treacle. She couldn’t focus properly, but she was sure the face was the same one from her last dream.

  “Daddy?” The previous scene had been wonderful; she was still hopeful that this was one of those dreams where it was a continuation of the same story in a different location. The surroundings here were awful, but she was sure this wasn’t Langley, Virginia. That was where her bed was.

  Maybe they could return to the last dream; the field with the dandelion clocks, near a rushing river, on a warm summer’s afternoon, where she had been eating marshmallows with a huge, handsome daddy who had also brought peanut butter cups and Twinkies, and there had been no salad and no calorie counting at all. When she remembered how loved and cared for she’d felt, she noticed an embarrassing wetness between her legs.

  She’d been wearing one of those incredible dresses that only seemed to exist in anime shows and cosplay conventions. The dress
had been white, and covered with delicate lace and oversized bows. In this dream, looking down was difficult, as her head didn’t want to move and her eyes kept refusing to focus; she was still wearing white, but this looked more like a hospital gown. She hoped he couldn’t see the little trickle of arousal that was making her panties damp. Would her daddy put her over his big knee and spank her if he knew how turned on she was?

  She realized he was waiting for an answer to whatever he’d just said. Her eyes brought his face into focus. It belonged to a very tall man, whose eyes were pink, or else it was a convincing trick of the light. The man’s face was framed by an incredible cascade of natural-looking spun gold highlights over brown hair, and his broad shoulders and muscular arms were visible through his clear plastic spacesuit. With a rush of joy, she knew that while he looked slightly different to how he’d appeared in the dandelion field, it was definitely her daddy. Her heart leapt and she wanted to snuggle up with him like before.

  “I’m Ralnar Rowardennan; I’m the lead archaeologist on an excavation here on Luna. Do you remember anything about how you got here?” Ralnar’s voice seemed to be coming from some sort of radio, and the words didn’t match the shapes that the face’s mouth was making. Nothing seemed to make sense; how had he forgotten her already?

  “It’s me—Sarah! I was about to have some strawberry juice in my sippy cup, Daddy. I don’t really remember…” The room seemed to get darker, and she wanted him to hold her so she’d know that everything was okay. She was afraid that he didn’t remember her, and her heart ached with loss.

  “I’m taking you back to my ship now, little one.” The man’s voice grew more distant and although Sarah was sad that her perfect daddy was going away, she was slightly relieved when the weird location morphed into a dream where she was helping an elderly Justin Bieber find his false teeth in her office at FarTech.

  * * *

  “She’s probably a vegetable. She might not even be able to metabolize things we take for granted; this isn’t what I agreed to help you with, Ral…” A woman’s voice drifted into Sarah’s dreams, and she opened her eyes.

  This room was small; it had a smooth glassy ceiling and the walls seemed to be made of the same stuff. A woman stood nearby; she wore a lab coat and stethoscope. As the woman leaned forward, she went out of focus and Sarah looked elsewhere.

  She jumped as she realized that the man from her dream was standing to one side of the room. He was dressed like an explorer, in khaki pants and jacket, both made of some lightweight material, and a sand-colored shirt. On his chiseled jaw, there was a little stubble.

  “You!” He must have brought her here, and her brain must have latched onto his appearance and used it in her dreams. He was just as sexy in real life, but that didn’t mean he was a good person. She tried to point at him. “I can’t move! I can’t move!” She started to become frantic. Why was she here? What did these people want with her? Her wrist ached and there was a sharp pain in her forehead.

  “Please try to calm down. You are not in any danger.” The female doctor picked up a small metal object. Sarah had worked with technology for almost ten years since college; she knew a medical device when she saw one.

  “The fuck? Get that thing away from me! I’ll report you to the cops! You’re not getting my organs!” Sarah wanted to fight this woman but her arms and legs just wouldn’t work. These people must have sedated her or something. She didn’t even remember what she’d been doing before this.

  “This normal, Doctor Tavia?” the man asked. Both voices seemed to be coming through a speaker, and Sarah remembered the same thing had happened in one of her dreams. Were they trying to disguise their voices? She panicked more as she realized they weren’t stopping her from seeing them. That surely meant they were assuming she’d never recognize them again.

  “If you come near my fucking corneas I’ll… I’ll…” The vulgar words stuck in her throat before she finished the sentence. “I’ll vomit in your face!” That was probably all she could do in this position. She felt so helpless. How had these organ harvesters taken her?

  “This reaction is not unheard of. No one has ever brought a complex organism back from such a long freeze. Her neural pathways might need time to normalize.”

  The man turned to Sarah, and she saw sympathy in his eyes. Those pink eyes were mesmerizing. They didn’t look like colored contact lenses; they had too much depth, but how were they possibly real?

  “Shh, easy, little one. You’re safe here,” he told her. His tone was soothing, and Sarah wanted to trust him. She must have visibly relaxed somehow, because he added, “That’s right, no one’s going to harm you.”

  The doctor pressed the metal device to Sarah’s head. To one side, something beeped. Sarah was terrified of losing consciousness again.

  “What does that mean?” the man asked. Doctor Tavia glanced at the screen.

  “It’s assessing her physical state and memories, Ral. No illnesses recorded. Some of her memories are blocked, but that’s quite normal for cryogenics. She has experienced thirty-one birthdays. She has two injuries: moderate contusion to her right wrist, and a laceration on her forehead. No concussion. She is currently under the influence of… of some sort of tranquilizer. But it’s a short-acting one, and it’s wearing off.”

  Cryogenics? Sarah stopped trying to fight her captors in favor of listening to their conversation. She didn’t think it was possible to revive people from cryogenics. More to the point… when had she been cryogenically frozen? It didn’t make any sense.

  “Earth cycles were a little shorter, so that makes her… twenty-eight in universal standard years,” the man called Ral calculated. He was so tall, and his eyes were so pink. Sarah knew he couldn’t be human.

  “I’ve been abducted by aliens,” Sarah realized. “Let me go! I want to go home!”

  “You need to stop fighting. It takes longer for the neural pathways to start working again if you keep fighting your brain. It has many tasks to do to get your body working after so long.” The doctor seemed bored. “I need to test her reflexes and ensure she’s not carrying any pathogens.”

  “Is this really necessary?” Ral raised an eyebrow.

  “Of course it’s necessary, Ral! We could be looking at a new epidemic.”

  “There’s no disease that modern medicine doesn’t have a fix for.”

  “Yes, but it could inconvenience the city for days, maybe even weeks, while we cured everyone! The alternative is to quarantine her for six months.” She held a long instrument that was the same width all the way down and had a rounded end. It glowed. Sarah stared at it, unsure what it was supposed to do, or why Ral seemed so against it.

  “Fine, but I insist on doing this myself. I don’t trust your bedside manner,” Ral said. The doctor glared at him but conceded, and handed him the instrument. “Where’s your lubricant?”

  The doctor gave him another stony glare.

  “You don’t use any? Jeez, lady, what’s wrong with you? Fine, I’ll do this the old-fashioned way.” He turned to Sarah. “I deeply apologize for this, honey, but the good doctor won’t release you until we do this somewhat invasive examination, and she doesn’t have anything to make it more comfortable, so I’ll have to use your natural juices.”

  Before Sarah could protest, Ral had put his hand to her sex and was gently caressing it through her panties. Embarrassed, Sarah had to stop herself from moaning in pleasure. His touch was unbelievably good, after so long without feeling another person, and Sarah felt herself instinctively opening for him. She forgot that the grumpy doctor was still in the room, as everything seemed to fade away except for the enormous man who was stroking her clit, sending thrills through her core.

  “Her nipples are hardening. Arousal response seems unusually fast.” Doctor Tavia’s voice made Sarah flush with embarrassment.

  “Pay no mind to her. Just focus on me.” Ral’s intense gaze made Sarah’s tummy do flip-flops as she concentrated on him. She tried to part her
legs to give him better access but she couldn’t move, so she had to settle for remaining in place. Wetness flooded her panties, then she felt him slide them aside, never removing them, before he gently inserted the long, thin instrument into her pussy. It seemed to go very deeply inside her.

  “Good girl, it will be over soon,” he said. Sarah was caught between feeling aroused and ashamed, and didn’t know how she was supposed to behave in this situation.

  “Initializing the probe for a reflex test.” Doctor Tavia pressed some buttons on a computer, then the probe began vibrating inside Sarah’s pussy. She couldn’t help moaning this time, as Ral continued to caress her clit and the vibrations sent powerful waves of pleasure through her body.

  Then Sarah realized what the reflex test was going to entail.

  “Please, don’t make me do this here,” she said, her face flushing an even deeper red as she felt the pressure building inside her.

  “It’s all right, little one, it’s supposed to happen.” When she looked down, she saw that he was straining against his pants, but he paid no mind to that.

  “I can’t… I’m scared…” Sarah searched his eyes for reassurance. He gave her a comforting smile.

  “You can’t resist it. The probe will find the exact level of stimulation to make you orgasm,” Doctor Tavia said briskly.

  “See? Just let it out, then we can go.”

  “I don’t wanna!” Sarah realized she was acting like a child but the pressure was unbearable and she was trying to stop herself coming with all her might. She didn’t want them to see her like this.

  “Shh, it’s all right, little one, I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry. Just come for Daddy.” Ral’s words sent her over the edge and Sarah found herself biting back cries as a powerful orgasm tore through her body. The waves of pleasure seemed to last for ages, then, when it began to fade, the probe was removed and Doctor Tavia put the tip into a jar of fluid, which turned green.