by Aria Adams
Hervé
For the first time since I’d taken over Corellia, I didn’t want to deal with work. I wanted to get back to my intriguing Kitty and explore her limits some more. But someone had to lead the planet.
I went to my study and opened my tablet, projecting all the video messages onto the walls side-by-side and taking in an overview of each. I sent quick notes to all but one dealing with their nonsense. The last video, I replayed.
“The resistance has struck another blow to the new leadership of Corellia with an explosion at a legal firm notorious for taking on environmental cases against multiplanetary corporations. Eighty are reported missing.”
I swore as I watched the footage, and once the recording was over, I called up Commander Segue, the man in charge of the security of the planet.
“You saw, then?” He didn’t waste time with pleasantries.
I nodded. “Two years is long enough. We’ve found dead end after dead end. We need to move in for the kill.”
“I extracted the name of their leader, earlier. Dorèl Shreve. Escaped slave. Originally from the bear planet, so he’s strong.”
“How is he leading anything? I thought bear-people were exceptionally unintelligent.”
“My theory is, he’s either an exceptional throwback to his human lineage, or he’s an unregistered half-breed.”
It happened more often than we liked to think. The slaves from off world weren’t completely human, but they were mostly human. That meant they could breed with us. Any offspring born on Corellia were born free, but only if the master registered the birth. There was a growing problem of masters wanting more slaves, breeding their current slaves, and creating unregistered half-breeds who were then enslaved, too.
It would certainly give a man the motive to fight against his home world.
“Get heritage to trace his parentage. If he just wants citizenship, we might be able to negotiate a ceasefire.”
“And if he’s a simple slave?”
“Then finding him should be simple,” I retorted.
Segue chuckled, but we both knew it wasn’t going to be as straightforward as we wished. “Oh, Alpha, by the way. I’m having a party in two weeks. I would welcome your attendance.”
I hated Segue’s parties. He had a twisted, sadistic mind and I often found myself feigning stoicism while he made two puppy-girls fight to the death or forced a slave to drink piss. I knew many of the upper echelons of society enjoyed pushing their slaves hard, physically and mentally, and it was their right as masters, but I didn’t like to see it.
As the planet’s leader—its Alpha—I couldn’t afford to show weakness around people who would orchestrate a takedown if they decided I wasn’t strong enough to rule.
“I’ll see if I can make it.” It was an empty promise. “But I just got a new pet and I will be busy with her for the time being.”
“What did you get?” He took the bait and the subject was changed.
“A kitten.”
“Heh. Great starter pet. When you want a real workout, get a llama-girl. Their energy is limitless.” Segue owned every species imaginable and valued none of them.
“I’ll... bear that in mind.” There was no point telling Segue I planned to only have one pet and give her my full attention. He wouldn’t understand.
“Bring her to the party. I’d like to see what sort of creature finally made you buy a slave.”
I suppressed an eye roll.
“Possibly. Anyway. Research Dorèl Shreve. Contact me when you know anything that might lead us to him.”
“Of course.”
Turning off the tablet, I was by myself for thirty seconds before another videocall came in. With my work-life balance, it was amazing I’d even had time to inspect my kitty. The food production union were demanding I convince consumers to pay more for food again. They didn’t seem to understand basic economics, but I knew they were already making a huge profit. While I listened to their spokesperson ranting on and on about inane issues, reiterating his points more times than anyone ought, I found my mind wandering, and I decided it would be amusing to waste some of this man’s time while he thought I was listening to him.
Anal training. My kitten’s ass needed training to take plugs, and ultimately, my cock. I could decorate her ass with a variety of different things, but really, she was a kitty, and she was missing a tail. I switched to my browser and flicked through online stores with tail options while the union spokesperson continued his pointless rhetoric.
When I found the perfect tail for my kitty, I ordered it for same day delivery, and I turned my full attention to the man from the food production union. He suddenly became very uncomfortable, as I cut off his circular rant to ask a single question.
“Would you pay fifty percent more for your groceries, for no added value or quantity?”
He stared at me for a moment before his gaze returned to his tablet, where no doubt his speech was typed.
“The money would improve—”
“That’s not what I asked. If you were at the grocery store, and the self-checkout asked you for fifty percent more credits, for the same items you always get, would you pay?”
“Uh...”
“Then stop asking everyone else to do the same. This conversation is over.” I disconnected him and set my status to offline so he couldn’t try again.
Bertrand came in with another tablet and I immersed myself in more work. It all took five times longer because I only wanted to play with my new pet.
Chapter 6
Kitty
“Climb on the table, Kitty,” he told me when he entered. There was no greeting, and no pleasantries. Just an instruction.
“Yes, Master.” I obeyed immediately.
I had no sense of how long I’d been here, but he visited me regularly, and I was fed and otherwise taken care of. Being alone was difficult, because I had been surrounded by my sisters all my life.
I had a lot of time to think, but not a lot to think about. After a few days, I got excited when I heard the door to the training room opening, because I knew my master was going to spend time with me. He fed me himself, and I was free to use the bathroom by myself when he wasn’t here, although I couldn’t reach the shower controls so I depended on him for that.
“Today I’m going to give you an examination, then I’m going to fuck your virgin pussy.”
I knew I didn’t need to say anything. The restraints clicked over my wrists and ankles and my body began to hum with energy.
The first thing he did was to slide the plug out of my ass. I’d expected him to replace it with something, but instead he dropped the plug into the recycling chute and washed his hands.
He checked my teeth and shined a light into my eyes and ears.
“No problems there,” he remarked, scritching the back of my ears when he was done. I leaned into his touch and purred.
He reached under me, and pinched both my nipples at the same time. I squeaked and bucked as my body fought against the sharp pain.
“I am your owner, it is my right to inspect you. Don’t fight it.” His words weren’t exactly warm, but they reminded me of my place. I was his pet. Owned, just like I’d been told I would be. I couldn’t stop him from doing anything he wanted to me.
When I sank into submission, accepting the fact I was at his mercy, the pain grew into something else. Delicate tingles traveled to my pussy from my nipples, and through the pain, which was still there, my clit throbbed and ached for attention.
“You can take this. You need the pain,” he breathed.
I mewled and purred while he pinched harder, and to my shame, liquid began trickling out of my pussy.
“Good Kitty.” He released my nipples suddenly, and I screamed as they burned when the blood flowed back into them, but between my legs, an intense tingle made me arch my back. The combination of pain and pleasure was still confusing, and my owner seemed to have an endless supply of both.
When he walked across th
e room and opened a panel in the wall, I wasn’t sure what he planned, but I soon found out.
“Have you ever seen one of these, before?” he asked, coming closer and holding out a long thin metal device.
“No, Master.”
“It’s called a speculum. It’s used for opening your body for me.”
I still didn’t understand. Where would it go? How?
“This one is much smaller than my cock, but once it is inside you, I can make it expand, like so.” He twisted something at the base, and the two curved metal plates separated, getting further and further apart. I squeaked in fear.
“One use of this won’t permanently stretch you.” He walked around behind me, and I wasn’t reassured at all. The idea of that metal thing going inside me was terrifying.
Cold liquid was drizzled liberally over my ass and I hissed through my teeth as the speculum was pressed against my poor hole. At least it had been loosened by the plug. As the cold metal was forced inside me, opening me to my master, I realized the plug hadn’t been close to the same size as this.
“It hurts!” I complained, mewling piteously as my ring of muscle was stretched further than it had ever been before.
“You will adjust. Your body is made for this,” he told me, never easing off the pressure of the speculum. “What are my two rules?”
“Submit and obey, Master.”
“Are you submitting?”
I wasn’t actively fighting his dominance, but my body was definitely tense and tight because of what he was doing to my ass. He had told me more than once that my body would loosen when I submitted. “No, Master.” It was hard to give in when I was in this much pain.
“Then you know what you need to do.”
I closed my eyes and tried to find the place inside me where I could let go. I reminded myself of the things that made me submit. Master is in control. I cannot do anything to stop this. I trust my master. He has never damaged me. There is nothing I can do about this, except to let it happen.
I took some deep breaths while I told myself all the things that made me give in. In a sudden wave, I felt my body’s responses changing. One moment, my ass was tensing and fighting the pain. The next, it was relaxing, despite being so stretched. And that made the pain lessen into a fullness and a sharp stretch. At the same time, the nerve endings in my ass came alive and responded to the cold metal sliding deep inside me.
“Good Kitty.” He seemed to sense when I had fully submitted to him. Did my body change outwardly, somehow? He swatted one of my butt cheeks, but I think he meant it as an encouragement.
The speculum quickly slid in the rest of the way and I breathed a sigh of relief. Until I heard a ratcheting sound. He was widening it! Sure enough, the sharp pinching sensation of being too stretched drowned out the pleasure of having my ass filled. It just seemed so big!
“Breathe slowly, little pet,” he encouraged. “Almost there.”
The speculum clicked again, and I tried to center myself again. It didn’t take long, but the sharp stretch never truly became comfortable.
“Now I’m going to give you some milk. Kitties love milk, don’t they?”
Wait, what? Milk? But he just opened my ass. I didn’t really understand, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t need to know what he was going to do. I’d feel it in a moment.
“I love milk, Master.” I hadn’t had enough of it since I’d arrived, he’d fed me more catmeat and less creamy milk.
“Good pet.”
He pressed something against the speculum. I felt a cool trickling sensation into my ass, and I realized he was filling me with milk... without using my mouth at all!
“You need your calcium, so be a good pet and take your milk enema,” he told me. The liquid continued trickling into my ass, and because of the temperature of the milk, and the fact my ass was forced wide with the speculum, I felt every drop of it.
“Oh, it’s getting sore, Master,” I told him, as cramps racked my lower belly.
“Don’t squeeze your stomach muscles. It’s almost done.”
I had no choice. The liquid was going in and that was that. And although it was a little uncomfortable, it was making my core tingle. I don’t know if it was the milk, or if it was the fact my owner was proving he had complete mastery over my body, but I really wanted him to fill my pussy, too.
The liquid stopped pouring. In this position, with my ass high in the air, and the speculum forcing me wide open, there was nothing I could do to control my body.
“Don’t move.”
The tongue gel touched my pussy lips and I purred in anticipation. It massaged my clit, but this time, it did something different, too. It sucked at my delicate nub, tugging on the bundle of nerves in a way that made me shake my hips uncontrollably.
A sharp swat to my ass made me gasp.
“Be still. If I have to warn you again, I will punish you.”
“Sorry, Master.” It was an impossible task, when the tongue gel felt like it was licking and sucking at my clit and my ass was so full and stretched. Still, it was what my master had told me to do, and I had to obey.
Two more things touched me. They pressed against my nipples. I guessed they had also come out of the table somehow. I was never sure if the table changed shape or if the tongue gel and restraints were cleverly hidden inside it somewhere. I guess it didn’t matter.
The things pressing against my nipples changed shape again, so now they were clamped around my sensitive pebbles and tightening with every moment. It reminded me of the times when my master had pinched my nipples hard. The sharp pain lanced straight to my core, accompanied by a searing pleasure that made my eyes roll into my head.
The pressure in my lower belly was too much. The stimulation from the tongue gel and whatever pinched my nipples made me begin to tumble towards a climax. I balled my fists because the sensations inside me were too strong.
My master put his hand around the back of my neck. His fingers pressed either side, and I felt completely owned as he whispered into my ear.
“Come, kitten.”
I came apart, writhing and mewling, unable to keep my body still, even though I was restrained. To my shame, a jet of liquid exploded out of my ass and I heard it splatter on the floor, but I couldn’t stop myself. His hand held my neck, controlling me so easily, while my ass contracted around the speculum and liquid continued to shoot out occasionally. I spasmed and shook, crying out from my heart. As my orgasm reached its crescendo, the nipple pinchers released me, and the sudden shock of pain sent me further into impossible waves of perfection.
When it faded away, I was left gasping and shaking, wanting to fall onto the table but still held in place by the thick metal restraints.
“Now it’s my turn,” my master said, releasing my neck. He slowly narrowed the speculum and slid it out of me. The relief was immense, as my ass closed around nothing.
“Since your pussy is going to get fucked for the first time, there may be a little blood. Do not be alarmed if you see it, later.”
“Yes, Master.”
He raised the back of the examination table, pushing my ass higher into the air while my head remained in place. The tongue gel was still massaging my clit, filling me with searing warmth. Occasionally, it was too much to take, and my hips would jerk away from the gel, but I could never move far before it followed me.
My master’s cock pressed against my opening. It felt so wide, but warm. Hard, but silky soft on the surface. And thick. So much bigger than the place he wanted to put it.
My pussy tingled and twitched against the unfamiliar sensation. He didn’t wait long before pressing himself into me. My tight pussy refused to yield, at first, but then he grabbed my hips, pulling me backwards onto his steely shaft, and I opened my mouth in a silent scream as he impaled me.
It was several seconds of blinding pain before I could even cry out. I couldn’t move at all because my whole body was fighting the intrusion, screaming at me that there wasn’t enough room in
my tiny body for his enormous cock.
He pushed in further, and I felt like I was being ripped apart. The tongue gel relentlessly lapped at my clit, making a mockery of my suffering as parts of my body tingled and glowed with need.
“Toooo biggggg...” I ground out in a long wail.
He swatted my ass, hard, jolting me on his cock and forcing me to take him deeper, so the tip of him bottomed out, hitting the end of my tunnel with a painful thud.
The sudden bump as he seated himself all the way quickly turned into a spark of heat. I moaned as the tongue gel distracted me from the pain of being far too stretched in a place that had never been touched before.
“Good pet. Let it in.” He grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them, hard. The compression added to the pressure building in my body once again, and I soon found myself giving in to the mixed sensations.
He began to move. Each pinch was accompanied by a tingle. Each burn of friction was countered by a spark of heat that made my pussy contract. I slid more deeply into a different place. An altered state. The pain was still there, but it seemed to magnify the incredible highs being drawn from my body.
He took from me, and on the surface it seemed like he had no regard for my pleasure as he forced his ginormous tool into my tight, virgin pussy over and over, at a speed that left me breathless, but at the same time, he had taken the time to set up the tongue gel, so he clearly wanted me to enjoy my agony, even while he was taking his own satisfaction from my body.
More liquid poured out of me, but this time, it came out of my pussy, and I squeaked as I felt it trickling out past his fat cock.
“Don’t worry, little kitten; that is normal,” he told me.
I whimpered with shame that my body was being made to do such strange and unfamiliar things, but somehow, the humiliation pushed me further into submission.
“I am going to come inside you. I want you to climax when you feel the liquid shooting deep into your pussy,” he said, his voice a little growlier than usual.
