by Corin Cain
And, even worse? I hate him more because of the effect he has on me.
Korgath turns, looking down at me disdainfully. I’m suddenly painfully aware how fucking huge he is, especially when he looms over me. Over seven-feet of pure, lean muscle and unspoken violence.
He’s terrifying.
I shiver. I can’t help it. My mind races and I realize that if I’m ever going to have any chance of defending myself against this monster, I need to have the metal of the letter opener in my hand.
Korgath reaches out his huge hand, running his finger up my side. I try to push him away, but it’s as futile as pushing away a block of concrete. His thumb grazes against my hard nipple. Frissons of need ripple from my breast, and my pussy tingles at his touch.
This isn’t fair! The dress is doing this to me, not him!
“Force myself on you?” Korgath’s cold voice is dripping with scorn. “Why? Your body is already begging for me to claim you.”
I bite my lip, wishing his words weren’t true. Being in this thin, revealing dress while he’s wearing a conservative suit – fitted perfectly to his huge body – makes me somehow feel even more naked than I would be if I wasn’t wearing anything.
Korgath can see every inch of my body through the silky gossamer dress – and that means I can’t hide the fact that my nipples are painfully hard, and I’m trembling with arousal.
I step back, and the chain goes taut in his hand.
“Turn around. Slowly,” Korgath orders. I shudder, not wanting to obey. If I do as he demands, he’ll be able to see every inch of my ass, and I have the feeling he’s going to want to do more than just look.
Sensing my hesitation, Korgath glowers at me with those deep, powerful grey eyes.
“Slave, I am your master. When I command you, you obey. Instantly.”
I shake my head defiantly. “My name is Juliana. Not slave.”
Korgath’s eyes narrow ever so slightly. Somehow, that’s even more intimidating than an open display of anger.
“Your name is whatever I decide it is,” he warns. “For now, it’s slave. Turn around, slave. Slowly.”
I jut my chin up, defiant. I wanted to pretend to be submissive. I wanted to play-act the subservient little slave girl until I got my opening. All I have to do to maintain that illusion it to obey him - to turn slowly, letting his eyes devour every inch of my body.
But my pride wins over my logical brain.
I will not let this Aurelian own me so easily.
I tremble, knowing that Korgath could activate the Orb shard in my collar with just a though. In an instant, he could send agonizing pain rippling through every nerve ending in my body. Yet, despite that, I jut my chin up and stare at him straight in his damnedly cold eyes, daring him to do his worst.
Korgath’s flint-grey gaze glares back at me without emotion. I wonder if there’s any humanity at all in the brutal alien’s mind.
Then suddenly, he moves – faster than I can even believe. His huge hands grab me, and he scoops me up effortlessly, throwing me over his shoulder. I kick and scream as his massive palm comes crashing down across my ass. Heat flares through my ass, and I bite my lip at the sudden pain.
“Let me go!” I yell, kicking and struggling, but Korgath just continues spanking me. He lifts the fabric of my skirt, exposing my bare ass and pussy to his hand, and then he spanks me with a hard, quick slap.
The worst part is – I know he could hit me much harder. It seems he’s spanking me more to show that he’s in complete command than to punish me.
Somehow, that makes it all the more humiliating. I was expecting him to be brutal with me. Instead, he’s just showing me who’s boss.
Each slap of his big hand against my ass is a reminder that in Korgath’s presence, I am nothing but a possession. I am helpless against him. I struggle and kick, but it’s utterly futile – he could do anything he wanted to me right then.
He could slide his massive finger into my pussy if he wanted, and there’s nothing I could do stop him. He could ravish every hole in my body, and the worst part is that I’m not entirely disgusted by the idea.
I hate the lust that grows inside me – but I can’t help it. I’m starting to get wet, even as Korgath spanks me. The heat between my legs is starting to mirror the heat on my bottom, and wetness flood me. I moan out, and I hope he mistakes the sound for pain, not lust.
I hate myself for it, but there’s something shamefully powerful about being disciplined this way – knowing I can do absolutely nothing to stop him from spanking my ass again and again. Knowing that if he truly wanted to punish me, he could hurt me far more severely with barely an effort.
Then I see it.
On the counter, barely within reach, is the letter opener I saw earlier.
Fury and rage fill me. I stretch out my arm – hidden from Korgath’s view – and snatch the blade quickly, curling my fingers around the hilt, and biting my lip against the humiliating pain.
The spanking stops. I hang limply over Korgath’s shoulder, and feel the humiliation of his big hand rubbing my red ass tenderly. I’m disgusted at how good it feels – the softness of his gentle touch, compared to the pain of his spanking.
I feel even worse when Korgath’s big fingers graze my wetness, and I shudder with reluctant need.
He sets me down slowly. My cheeks are bright red, and I can feel his handprints on my ass. My legs are wobbly as I stand in front of him, feeling small and helpless as this huge alien towers over me.
My humiliation is mitigated slightly by my victory. I keep the letter opener hidden, tucked against my inner forearm, and I feel a surge of pride at how easily I stole it from him.
Korgath is oblivious to my schemes.
“You will not embarrass me at the casino tonight,” he warned. “You will obey me. Say it. Say: I will obey you, Korgath.”
I shudder. I know that if I don’t say the words, he’ll simply pick me up and spank me once again – like a disobedient child. I bite my lip, gulping down my pride, knowing at least I now have a weapon, and I only have to endure a little more of this humiliation before I can kill the bastard.
“I… I will obey you, Korgath.”
The name is so alien on my lips. So foreign and brutal.
“Good girl.”
Good girl? Oh Gods, why does that turn me on so much?
It’s like I’m his pet. His toy. His treasured little thing.
And then, suddenly, Korgath’s lips find mine.
I’m shocked by his hungry mouth, crushing against mine, igniting a flurry of lust in me. I was expecting him to force me to my knees and suck him… To bend me over and fuck me brutally. I wasn’t expecting this.
The passion of his kiss overwhelms my being. His lips ignite desire in me, but a wave of relief overcomes me. He can use my body, but he’ll never get into my mind. We are not bonded. If we were, I’d feel something the moment our saliva mixed. No matter what he does to me, he won’t be able to impregnate me. He won’t be able to force me to take his seed and be his mate. He may be able to own my body, but he can never experience the complete domination of forcing me to bear his children.
I hold the letter opener against the flesh of my arm – so tight that it hurts my hand. The pain feels good, though – it helps me remain focused despite the waves of lust overwhelming me.
Korgath’s big hands roam over my body, tracing my curves, lifting the hem of my dress.
The weapon I clench so tightly is my only link to reality – my only link to myself, as I’m overwhelmed by the torrents of lust that this brutal alien inspires in me.
I pull back, catching his lower lip between my teeth and biting.
I taste iron blood, and Korgath growls with pent up aggression. He’s ready to unleash himself on me. His huge hands slip down between my legs, and he pushes me hard against the wall.
I try to push him away, but he’s too strong. I’m helpless against him as his finger suddenly presses up against my tightness – and
then slides deep up inside me.
I groan, my whole body trembling as Korgath’s huge finger grazes my pussy. A moan escapes my mouth. I’m desperate and in heat, despite myself.
Korgath finally breaks the kiss off, and our ragged breath fills the room.
“You will beg for it, slave,” he growls, his huge body hard against mine. His cock surges in his dress pants, and I ache to get on my knees and pleasure this powerful beast.
There are such conflicting desires in my mind. A part of me wants to submit to him. I know it’s not my fault – I know that it’s simply my body responding to this powerful alien, and whatever programming I have which wills me to submit to him.
But it’s still humiliating. I feel such an overpowering mixture of shame and lust at the thought of being used by this brutal, barbaric creature.
Yet mixed with my lust is a sense of power. I can sense his utter need for me. I know what I’m doing to him – that he craves me more than air itself right now. That makes me feel powerful; to have such control over a monster that could snap me like a twig with his huge, bare hands.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, knowing if I don’t strike soon I’ll lose myself in the heat of this rampant lust. I need to use this stolen knife and gain my freedom before I succumb to the dark temptation of this beast – before I become the submissive little fuck toy he believes me to be.
My invitation works. Korgath snarls, lifting me up, his two huge hands each cupping one of the cheeks of my spanked-red bottom. As if I weigh nothing, he places me onto the counter. Then he unzips his pants, and his massive dick rears out.
I’m transfixed. I moan out uncontrollably as I see the huge, marble rod that rears from between his legs. It’s bigger than any human cock – almost impossibly long, and thick, and throbbing in desperate need for me.
His cock is already glistening with wet pre-cum, but there’s no way he’s going to be able to fit it inside of me. If he did, he’d tear me in half.
Even worse, I have the horrible realization that in the throes of his mating frenzy, Korgath is unlikely to be thinking about such things. He won’t be gentle, and my pleas for him to slow down will be met with only a harsh disciplinary slap.
Snarling, Korgath spreads my legs with his huge hands and presses the swollen head of his throbbing dick against my wetness – teasing the entrance and sending electric waves of pleasure shuddering through me.
“Beg for it, slave,” he orders, and his eyes flash the deepest, darkest silver I’ve ever seen.
“Please…” I moan…
…and then I jab the letter opener hard against his neck.
The tip of the razor-sharp blade pierces his neck. For a moment, I feel a surge of triumph…
…and then Korgath’s hand darts forward with inhuman speed. His huge fingers curl tightly around my wrist, as unyielding as steel bands. He slams my hand against the wall, and I instantly drop the letter opener.
I’m pinned and helpless – and all I see is a a single, solitary drop of blood running down the marble white skin of his thick neck.
Korgath wipes the drop away with his finger and lifts it to air, the contrast of scarlet blood and marble skin strangely beautiful. His eyes flash with something other than primal lust for me.
Respect?
His cock is still throbbing against my slit, even as he pins my hand against the wall.
I shudder. He could thrust forward and that massive, stone-hard cock would slide inside me and steal my innocence. With one thrust, he could make me his.
I can see from his flexing, throbbing muscles that he’s barely holding himself back – that it’s taking all his willpower not to do exactly that. He’s craving surrender to his animal instincts, to the desire to ravage me until I scream out that he’s my master.
I’m panting with lust and fear. He threw me over his shoulder and spanked my ass red for merely hesitating in obeying him, when he ordered me to turn around.
I’m terrified at what the punishment will be for attempting to murder him.
9
Korgath
It takes every ounce of self mastery and discipline to stop myself from taking this slave’s virginity – from thrusting deeply inside her, and claiming the rebellious wench for my own. I’m practically trembling with the desire to sink myself inside her, and hear the little female scream in ecstasy.
I. Will. Not.
I force back my animal need to claim her, growling as I let go of her hand. Somehow, I know this woman. When she took to the stage of that auction house, I’d been seized by the thought that somehow I’d seen her before...
I shake my head. She’s got me off guard, and she’s just proved that I have to keep my wits about me.
But this beautiful firebrand isn’t as smart as she thinks she is. I’d felt her reach for the letter opener while I spanked her. More than that – I’d actually made sure to bring her close enough to the table so she could grab it in the first place, snatching for it while my back was turned.
Even before I’d placed the winning bid, back in the auction room, I’d known this woman was going to try to kill me. Even so, I still had to see it for myself – I had to know she was fighter, and not just another weak-willed human female; submissive and dull.
But I’d lulled myself into a false sense of security. It had still come as a shock when that blade went straight for my neck. I’d expected her to attack me – but not without a moment’s hesitation. Not so brutally, and purposefully. The speed and violence in this woman’s thrust caught me off guard – I hadn’t expected such purity of deadly purpose from a human.
Gods, she even managed to cut me.
That’s something no man has ever done to me before.
I’m impressed.
Mind you, I’ve been impressed with this beautiful little thing since the first moment I saw her. I’d gone to Xeres’ manor to buy a slave; just to demonstrate to him that I could be trusted.
All my plans changed the moment I saw this beauty up on that stage. I’d seen the defiance burning in her eyes, and I’d realized I didn’t need a slave. I needed a partner.
“What… What are you going to do to me?”
The girl is whispering, a hint of fear in her eyes. I can taste her arousal in the air. I can see plainly how badly she needs me. Her pussy glistens, begging me to thrust inside her, and fill her with my seed. Her nipples are hard as diamonds. It’s so hard to resist thumbing them between my thumb and forefinger, pinching them and hearing her gasps of lust and pain.
I reach forward. I could grab her throat, press her hard against the wall and fuck her until she’s utterly mine. That’s what the primal beast inside me wants. The beast that comes out in the throes of battle and the heat of lovemaking.
Instead, I undo the collar around her neck. It clatters to the floor and she looks at me with confusion.
“I bought you because I need a partner.”
Her eyes are wide, uncomprehending. She reaches up to her neck, massaging the flesh.
“A… A partner?”
I nod. She surprised me with her strength and resilience. Now it’s time for me to surprise her.
“I’m going to show you something,” I murmur. “Something I’ve never shown anyone before.”
I step away from her, pulling my surging cock from its delicious resting place, nestled at the entrance to her pussy. Taking a deep breath, trying to control my lust, I tuck my cock back into my pants and zip them back up.
Then I look at her, as she sits trembling on the counter.
“Come with me, Juliana,” I order, turning my back and walking away from her.
I can feel her eyes burning into my back as I walk away. So many thoughts must be racing through her mind right now.
She knows she could reach for that letter opener again, and ambush me from behind. I know she’s considering it…
…but she’s confused. I’d called her ‘slave’ before. Then I used the name she’d defiantly called herself.
J
uliana. The name does not suit her.
I walk away from her, considering my actions. When I’d seen the look in her eyes, when that auctioneer had spanked her bottom up on stage, I’d known she hated slavery even more than I did. You can’t fake hatred like that.
You can’t fake her pride, or defiance, either. This little one? She’ll be a powerful ally.
I reach the other end of the room and press a button on the side of the wall. A secret panel opens, and then slides back to reveal a hidden room.
A room hidden from everyone. Not even my long-time assistant, Dorothy, has ever been inside; or even knows of its existence.
I walk into my secret, hidden office.
The wall is filled with media reports on different screens, all about Xeres and his rise to power. There are case files and court documents, all arranged on a board behind them. I have pictures of his associates, his capos, his hired thugs and his holdings all lined up and displayed.
I have two hundred years of evidence on the most vicious slave-trader in the known universe.
I’ve been undercover for so long I don’t know who I am anymore.
Am I Korgath the crime lord? Trillionaire smuggler, import/exporter of illicit goods, and a man who has bribed and brutalized his way to the top of the criminal underworld?
Or am I Korgath the deep undercover agent, who has been sure to only kill gangsters, mobsters, and slave-traders on his path to the top of Titus?
I turn and gaze through the open doorway to my office, to gauge Juliana’s reaction. My cock is still rock hard inside my pants, and the sight of her doesn’t ease that. My cock won’t soften until I’ve sated it inside that sweet, hot cunt of hers.
But I’ll not take her as a master takes a slave. She’ll submit to me willingly, and the control I have over her will be more than the simple, brutal one of owner and property.
There will be punishments, yes – but she’ll be soaking wet by the time I’ve turned her bottom red.
I force back such thoughts. I need to focus on what I’ve been doing for the last two-hundred years. Two centuries buried undercover, working my way up the ranks of the criminal underworld until I could finally work with the universes’ most-wanted criminal.