His Human Subject

by Stella Rising

  He stops, but I know what he was going to say: long enough for the colony to fail. For his sake, I’m not going to let it piss me off. We both know where the other stands on that issue.

  “What would you have me do?” I ask.

  Prust rubs his chin, stroking the dark stubble he’s let grow the last few days. “If I shot him dead right now, there’s a chance he might not have told anyone where he is. I haven’t detected any transmissions from his ship. I’m guessing he wants to appraise the colony’s value before bringing in the rest of his people. However, he probably left word that he’d investigate Piskiron, and if he disappears, the rest of his associates will want to know what happened.”

  Logically, that makes sense. If one of my squad went down or a member of the colony disappeared, I’d want to know how and why.

  “Alexis, I think we should pack up the colony and leave as soon as possible. I can call the Council to request an emergency evacuation.”

  I get up and hug Prust tightly. He cares so much for us, it’s truly touching. But my people deserve a say in this—New Earth isn’t just my dream.

  “You know that’s not going to happen,” I say. “My people want to be here. Let me spend more time with Vahree and find out if he’s really as bad as you say.”

  “If you must. But do not go inside his ship under any circumstances. Don’t even go inside an enclosed room with him. Have your meetings with him outside, in public, and with Dani or someone else present.”

  I start to object, but his decisive, protective tone sends a wave of hunger straight to my warmth.

  “You can trust me, sir,” I say. “I don’t want to sleep with anyone but you.”

  Prust grins, kissing me again and reaching down to squeeze my ass. “Maybe I should take you now and leave you so sore you won’t want me or Vahree or anyone for days.”

  Oh, yeah, there it is.

  “Maybe you should,” I reply, my voice getting throaty.

  Prust pulls me out of my seat and yanks my arm behind my back. “I trust you, pet, but Venai pheromones are very, very powerful. They enslaved the Venai women for thousands of years. You’re not immune; humans may even be more susceptible to its influence.”

  I gaze up into his eyes, hungry for his touch but also wanting to alleviate his concern. “Then you better find a way to keep me satisfied.”

  He grins, summoning a set of telerings to bind my wrists. “Oh, Alexis. I don’t have to keep you satisfied. I just have to keep you.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Hey, what the hell!” I shout as the telerings drag my hands into the air and compel me to walk. “Keep me, Prust? What does that mean?”

  The restraints direct me to follow him to his bed, then make me lie down on my front. Spreading my arms as far apart as they’ll go, the telerings lock in position. I can kick my legs every which way I want, but as long as my wrists are immobilized, I’m not going anywhere.

  “You need to cool off for a while,” says Prust. “You’re staying here until all traces of Vahree’s pheromones are out of your blood. I’m going to cleanse your tent of it and get a sample so I can study its potency.”

  “Dammit, sir! I didn’t sleep with him, it can’t be that strong!”

  He pats my head and kisses me. “What if he only gave you a taste of his allure last night, instead of a full dose? I’m not taking that chance. I have to find out.”

  “Hey, don’t leave me!” I scream, bucking and thrashing. “I have work to do!”

  Prust shakes his head. “I won’t be gone long. Behave yourself, and when I get back you’ll get a full dose of me.”

  I can’t believe he’s being serious right now. Getting tied up I can handle—but being left alone, possibly for hours? Judging by the ache in my pussy and the pounding in my chest, the wait will be unbearable.

  “Hey! People will be wondering where I went! So will Vahree! What if they come looking for me, like Dani did? What if they come in here and see me like this?”

  Prust chuckles. “I’ll lock the door this time.”

  “Wait!” I shout again. “You can’t leave me like this! As the leader of this colony, I order you to let me out and—”

  I’m too agitated to notice the panel-shaped Dominar device floating out of the cabinet until it’s too late. The gag cuts me off midsentence, wrapping around my mouth and forming a tight seal. I growl and huff, but make no sound.

  “See you soon, pet,” Prust says, shutting the door behind him.

  Unbelievable.

  With all the noise swirling around my head right now, the last thing I need is quiet time. I should be out gardening or assembling furniture—anything to clear my mind. Or Prust should be here screwing my brains out—that’d do the trick.

  Kicking my feet against the firm mattress, I moan until I’m in tears. Did he really have to keep me restrained like this? He couldn’t have just let me relax in his residence. What’s the worst I could have done? If he could bring up a live feed to the entire planet of Nivinai, I’m sure he can keep an eye on me from less than a mile away.

  The longer I stew, the more preoccupied I become with dark thoughts. What if he’s right about Vahree, and I’ve welcomed a monster into our midst? What if my blood is filthy with his allure and it’s affecting my decisions? Is my desire to give Vahree a chance just some chemical whispering its will into my brain? It’s a terrifying thought. And to imagine it occurring throughout his entire world... If it’s all true, and Vahree is no different, I’d be tempted to shoot him myself.

  Is that what Prust is thinking right now? Would he take matters into his own hands and deal with Vahree while he’s got me totally helpless? Is that a line he’d be willing to cross? If he did, would I blame him? He’s broken the rules for me before, and it wouldn’t just be for me this time—he could be helping the entire colony.

  For at least an hour I go around in circles, entertaining an endless stream of questions and possibilities. I don’t reach any conclusions—there are no answers to be found from my position, bound to my master’s bed. With my nose pressed to the sheets, I can’t help inhaling his masculine aroma. The irony isn’t lost on me that Prust has his own kind of allure. It may not be psychoactive, but it’s plenty effective on me.

  Finally, I hear the door to his dome whoosh open, followed by heavy footsteps.

  “Are you decent, pet?” Prust jokes, sitting down beside me.

  You tell me, I want to retort. Still, despite my ire, I’m glad to see him.

  He reaches underneath my hips to unzip my jeans. I straighten out my legs, making it easier for him to tug my pants off.

  “Someone’s in the mood,” Prust teases. Running his fingers between my thighs, he rubs my pussy through damp panties. “My sensors say your body’s finished cleansing Vahree’s allure. Do you still feel any attraction to him?”

  I shake my head. In truth, his appearance has started to seem weird again, when I think about it.

  He slips two of his fingers inside my panties and between my swollen folds. “So all this is for me?” he asks.

  I nod again, wishing he’d remove the gag already.

  “Good, I’m glad,” he says. “You wouldn’t want the world to think you have alien fever, would you?”

  Groaning, I bury my face in the sheets, clenching down on Prust’s fingers.

  “I should be the only one making you this horny. Is that clear, pet?”

  I nod.

  “That means you are not going near Vahree without protection from his allure. I’ve got some ideas on how to do that, and we’ll get to them soon. For now, it’s time to remind you that you serve only one master: me.”

  Prust strips off the rest of my clothes, flinging them away.

  “While I was gone, did you wonder why I left you on your front, instead of your back?”

  Actually, I didn’t. Plagued by a million other concerns, that one never occurred to me.

  He slaps my ass, eliciting a fresh surge of heat in my core.

&n
bsp; “That’s why, pet.”

  The telerings around my wrists deactivate for a moment, just long enough for Prust to pick me up and set my feet down on the floor, leaving my ass perfectly positioned for more punishment.

  As I watch, he pulls off his jacket and top, showing me his ripped abs. I look down to his waist and see a tent already bulging. Torn between dread and desire, I ready myself for both discipline and reward.

  Prust retrieves a flogger and takes a few practice swings, letting me hear it whoosh through the air. His wrist works the handle with full mastery, his technique confident, smooth, and flawless. He stretches out the long, leathery black tendrils, making sure I see. Then he smacks it across my backside, not bothering to start off soft. Yelping into my gag, I writhe as the fiery sensation spreads over my skin.

  “How was that, Alexis?” he asks, dislodging the panel from my face.

  “It hurt, sir,” I say with a gasp.

  He nods. “And what do you say?”

  I stare up at him, unsure what he means.

  His nostrils flare. “What do you say when someone gives you something you need?”

  Blood rushes to my cheeks. Is he serious?

  “Thank you, sir,” I grumble, earning myself another sharp swat.

  “Say it like you mean it, pet. This is pointless if you don’t learn anything.”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

  I try to sound genuine, but it’s not easy when all I want is relief.

  “I’m going to flog your ass until every inch of it is red. I want you to count the strokes, and show your gratitude with each one. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir,” I grunt, rubbing my face against the bed sheet to soak up a tear. With everything going on, couldn’t he just take it easy for once? Does he doubt that I belong to him because of Vahree? Did Prust leave me here like this to remind me who’s really in control? Maybe he felt my body needed the reminder, more than my mind. I nearly lost control because the pheromones—if I were Prust, would I let that go so easily, or would I assert my dominance?

  He gives me a moment to compose myself, then begins. The first smack stings the left side of my ass, enough for me to cry out before my declaration, “One. Thank you, sir.”

  Prust’s next swing alternates to the right side, and is equally hard.

  “Two,” I groan. “Thank you, sir.”

  He continues this pattern for what feels like an eternity, switching sides and making sure to catch areas that haven’t been touched yet, leaving my ass sore all over, just as promised. I can endure the pain, but having to ‘thank’ him is a new indignity. It’s not enough that I suffer? It’s not enough to be exposed, helpless, and humiliated? He’s either gagging me so I can’t speak, or telling me what to say—and here I am, willing to do it. It’s hard to believe I’ve gotten to this point—event though it happened gradually, it’s mind-boggling.

  Considering his cock’s threatening to punch a hole through his pants, Prust is clearly enjoying our session. He takes his time, pacing from one side of the bed to the other, giving himself perfect angles. Using both his forehand and backhand, he positions himself as needed to flog me with the lashes’ full length or just their tips. Sometimes he pauses between each swing, only to then deliver several in short succession. Anticipating his next move torments me as much as the actual flogging.

  “Twenty. Thank you, sir,” I say at the end. Though my ass burns, my pussy throbs with yearning. The bed feels wet beneath my thighs, and subconsciously I’ve been spreading my legs, leaving myself fully open.

  “I see what you’re doing,” Prust says, putting the flogger away. “Do you feel you’ve earned a reward, pet?”

  “Yes, sir,” I moan, watching as he strips off his pants, revealing his massive erection.

  He climbs onto the bed in front of me, standing on his knees. His tall frame is so excessively built that his weight causes him to sink far into the mattress, putting his cock right at my eye level.

  “I agree, you have. What would you like?”

  Really? With my eyes glued to his rigid member, he can’t tell?

  “What do you—” I start to ask, but as soon as I do, Prust fists my hair and plunges his cock into my mouth.

  “Get it wet, first,” he commands, thrusting so deep I feel him at the back of my mouth. “As wet as you are.”

  What a bastard. He knows how desperate I am, that I want it too badly to argue. So I do as I’m told, sucking hard, wrapping my tongue around his length and tasting his salty shaft. Bobbing my head back and forth as much as I can from my stance, I look up into his eyes, moaning blissfully. I do my best to drive him crazy with need, to put him on equal footing with me. Maybe I’m trying too hard to claim my reward, rather than serve my master, but right now I don’t care. I need release. If he chose to deny me now, I think I could actually die.

  “Good, Alexis,” he says at last, withdrawing his cock. Saliva hangs from my lip and my tears flow freely, but as Prust gets off the bed and approaches me from behind, I don’t care. When he thrusts himself deeply into my soaked core, heavenly euphoria races through my body. He wastes no time, hammering into me immediately, as rhythmic as a machine.

  Gripping my shoulders, he grunts as he drives in his full length, filling me completely. My flesh spreads for his extraordinary girth, parting easily thanks to our combined wetness. In moments, all the pain and frustration of the past few hours disappears. His blissful strokes obliterate my suffering, and my exultant howls fill his residence. Vahree couldn’t be further from my thoughts as Prust pounds my wetness. Slapping, squelching noises patter in the background as I grasp the sheets, holding on as if I might lift off into space if I let go.

  When I feel his thumb brushing my clit, I writhe in ecstasy, climaxing with abandon. I don’t know if Prust wanted me to come so easily, but he doesn’t chastise me for it; he just keeps thrusting until I finish the overwhelmingly powerful orgasm.

  I groan when he pulls out, noting that I didn’t feel his surge of release. Before I have a chance to wonder why, however, he presses his cock into my rear, using my natural lubrication to slide in without resistance. I gasp as he fills my ass and wail as he pistons in and out. My second orgasm begins to build immediately, powered by both the pleasure and pain of his massive penetration.

  “You want... to keep... coming?” he asks, smacking my ass.

  “Yes, sir!”

  “Say your ass belongs to me,” he growls.

  “My ass belongs to you!”

  He slaps my rear again. “To whom does it... belong?”

  “It belongs to Prust!”

  “And who am I?” he whispers into my ear.

  “My master!”

  “Say it!” he shouts, bucking hard into me.

  “My ass belongs to Master Prust!”

  “Louder!”

  I hope no one is around outside. There’s no stopping now.

  “My ass belongs to Master Prust!”

  “Okay, Alexis, you may come.”

  I peak in seconds, wailing and crying, consumed with carnal bliss. Prust pumps until he reaches his own crescendo, spilling his essence inside me. My body glistens with sweat, my hair matted in my face. I suck in the air, ravaged into subspace.

  Prust releases my telerings and pulls me against his chest. “You’re mine, Alexis.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, my throat raw.

  He kisses the top of my head. “Glad you agree. No Venai exile touches my pet.”

  “No, sir.” I could have told him this if he’d asked, but if he wants to make sure I’m his by doing this, I won’t object. For all my doubts and concerns about what it means to be owned by him, there’s never any question about how he makes me feel.

  We rest for a while together; I catch my breath as he strokes my hair and kisses me. Eventually I manage to compose myself, though the more I begin to regain my senses, the more I realize how sore I am.

  “Ow,” I mutter, getting to my feet.

  “Where
do you think you’re going?” he asks.

  “I’ve been here for hours! I’ve got work to do!”

  He shakes his head. “You’re going to rest. I can see you’re in some pain.”

  I set my hands on my hips and glare. “And whose fault is that?”

  Prust chuckles. “You’re staying until I say otherwise. And you’re going to wear this.”

  He retrieves from his cabinet of devices some kind of metal undergarment. It looks like it fits around the waist and it’s got holes for legs, but it’s enormous; it would never fit me. Of course, that means very little for Dominar tech, and as I expect, the device changes shape as it floats toward me. I hold my hands up, sighing in resignation as the device splits in half, encircles my body and joins back together. Once it’s back in a single piece, it shrinks until it fits my figure perfectly, flush and tight.

  “And this is?”

  “Something to ensure Vahree can’t have what he wants.”

  I snort. “He can’t take it off me?”

  Prust smiles. “No, and neither can you. Only one person can: me. Try it.”

  Panic takes hold, my heart racing. I reach down, trying to slip my fingers underneath the device, but I can’t get in. Whenever I compress my skin to make room, the device moves, keeping my fingers out. I try pulling the garment off from the outside, but it grips my hips firmly.

  “No, you can’t do this!” I don’t care how many times I said I belong to him, that doesn’t mean he can control my body at all times...

  Although the more I think about it, the hotter it sounds. It’s so perverse, but my pussy aches just thinking about it. Reaching between my legs, I try to massage myself, despite the soreness. However, I can’t feel a thing through the device.

  “No, you can’t do that either,” Prust says, summoning telerings to take hold of my wrists and ankles. “As long as Vahree is on Piskiron, you’re wearing that thing.”

  The telerings direct me to lie down again. I want to argue, but exhaustion settles in and his bed is sublimely comfortable.

  “This isn’t over,” I growl at him.