by Loki Renard
Karen makes some whining comment, but I am not listening. I bring the ruler down across her bottom, making sure the flat of it catches both her cheeks in a single swat. A perfect thick pink line appears across both soft rounds immediately.
“Ouch!” She tries to stand, but I keep her pressed in place. “That hurts!”
“It is supposed to,” I tell her. “You were a bad girl and you know it. You do not interfere with the simulation.”
“You made me manager, dummy! It's literally my job now!”
That earns her three hard swats of the ruler, loud cracking sounds filling the room as I punish her swiftly. I love her sass and spirit, but she needs to learn to channel it, and to take responsibility for her own actions.
“Speak to me with respect. Behave yourself,” I tell her. “Management’s job is not to make people's lives harder. It’s to look after them.” I lay several hard swats in the wake of the others, lighting her bottom up with punitive interest and turning her pale cheeks a satisfying reddened hue. I looked this up in the human database, corporal punishment. The murketeers tell me that many humans find it pleasurable even though the intent of it is to hurt. I can see that there's some truth to that where Karen is concerned. I've barely started disciplining her and already there’s a gleam between her lower lips, a wetness which tells me she is lubricating in preparation for being mated.
My mating appendage is painfully hard. It always is when I am around her. The woman is pure sex, and having her bent over is an impossible torture for me.
“Bad girl,” I lecture, whipping the ruler against her cheeks one, two, three more times in quick succession before spreading her legs and pushing inside her with a single thrust. She envelops my cock with her hot, wet body and I sink into pure heaven, my body melting with hers as I ravage her, my hand on the back of her neck, keeping her pinned for me as I snarl and grunt my lustful discipline.
Karen
Holy fuck this is hot. This is one of the hottest things that has ever happened to me. My nude body is pressed flat against the hard wood desk, my ass still stinging from the rough application of the ruler. It was embarrassing, but then it was hot, and then he filled me all the way up and I stopped caring that he was spanking me like a little girl, because he’s taking me like the grown woman I am.
Tyank fucks me until I drool, until my pussy aches, until I feel my cunt throbbing with every thrust of his rough cock. Maybe this is still supposed to be punishment. It is hard to tell when I am overcome with pleasure which makes my toes curl, my feet drum against the floor and my hips grind against the desk, the curved edge the perfect place to rub my clit.
“Oh god... oh fuck… oh god…” I grunt and moan until he yanks his cock out of my pussy and slaps my bottom hard with the flat of his palm before pushing back inside me, stretching me all over again.
“Ow!”
My whimper only encourages him. He fucks me for a few more strokes before pulling out again and slapping me over and over, a half dozen slaps heating my cheeks and upper thighs before that thick flesh spears inside me again.
“I’m still punishing you,” he growls. “I gave you a chance to be a good girl, Karen, and instead you took advantage of the opportunities you were given and took revenge on helpless people still trapped inside. Now you're helpless, aren't you…”
He punctuates his words with a rough thrust and another hard slap. It is starting to hurt. I am starting to feel sorry again, not sorry for what I did. I’ll never feel sorry for that. I do, however, feel sorry for myself. This isn't fair. I’m being punished just for doing whatever I felt like doing, but all humans are entitled to do whatever they want, aren't they?
The thick fingers swatting back and forth across my sore cheeks tell me otherwise. He holds me with one strong hand wrapped around my hair, lifting my head back as he fucks me to completion, until ragged orgasm takes us both in a clenching, thrusting, wailing cacophony.
“Tell me you're sorry" he growls as I lie panting over the desk, my legs splayed, his juice dripping from my ravaged lips.
I’m not sorry.
“I’m not sorry!"
“But I've done everything to make you sorry,” he says, sounding confused. "Why wouldn’t you be sorry? Have I not explained what you did wrong thoroughly enough? Do you not understand that we look after the people inside the simulation?”
“Why!? Nobody ever looked after me!" I gasp the words, then burst into tears.
Tyank gathers me up off the desk and into his arms, making soothing noises. I am so ashamed to have broken down. Here I am, sobbing like a baby because what I said was true. Nobody ever looked after me. Nobody in my life in the simulation even liked me. They all thought I was an insufferable bitch, and maybe they were right.
“Shhh,” Tyank murmurs, kissing my forehead and rubbing my back. “I’m here to look after you, baby. I’ve got you.”
The words are so human, if I close my eyes I can almost forget they’re coming out of a massive alien beast. Why is this the creature I most relate to? Was I ever truly human at all?
“It’s not okay. It’s never been okay,” I sob, feeling incomparably sorry for myself. I know I could make this easier by just being ‘nice’, but it has been so long since I was nice that I think I've forgotten what it feels like.
“I’m a monster,” I sob against the alien covered in blades.
“No,” Tyank says. “I’m the monster. You're a deputy-monster at best.”
My misery cannot withstand his warmth for long. He holds me tight and squeezes me and makes me feel like the most loved creature on this planet, or whatever it is. He is the one who made me cry. The one who punished me. But he is also the one making it so much better than it was before.
“Everybody hates me. You’re going to hate me soon too.”
“I’m not going to hate you ever. I’ll just spank you when you need it,” he says, squeezing me close. “You don’t scare me, Karen. I know you're a naughty girl.”
He reaches down, rubbing my bottom and even my pussy, his seed being spread over my lower lips in a slow massaging motion. It is calming and it is soothing and it is also distracting enough to make me forget my misery. I do have Tyank now, and he has me. Maybe that makes up for a hundred and forty five years of being trapped in a simulation. Maybe it doesn’t.
BEEEOWOOP!
A high pitched sound echoes through the room.
"What was that?"
"That's my broodkin calling,” Tyank says. "Hold on.”
Tyank
I never actually remember my communicator. That's why I've had Krave’s feed put through the speakers across the entire architecture under the simulation. That way I can hear him whenever he gets in contact, which isn't often.
“TYANK!”
Krave calls my name from across several light years. With one of our brood stranded on ancient Earth, we are keeping in constant contact. Vulcan’s impulsive decision to try to save the planet was misguided and added further chaos to the fire. Is that the expression? Probably not. Thinking in human terms is becoming increasingly natural for me, but that doesn't mean I get it right.
“Yes?”
"We need someone to handle the Wild West. There’s a sheriff issue.”
My responsibilities are supposed to be limited to the simulation, but ever since the original planet Earth went sixty different directions through space and time, my responsibilities have expanded. For the most part, we let the timesploded humans take care of their business themselves. There's usually no point interfering unless we absolutely have to.
“You want me to get on a shuttle? That will leave nobody here…” I look over at Karen. No. I can't put her in charge of everything within days of her arrival down here. She’s not ready, if she will ever be. The murketeers are more afraid of her than they are of me, however. It’s something in their DNA which makes them freeze, deer in headlights before her glare.
“Take care of it, Tyank.”
Krave shuts his com uni
t off, leaving dead air and irritation.
Karen gives me one of her piercing, knowing looks. “Who was that talking?”
“Krave. He was first hatched among us. He likes to think he is in charge.”
“Well if he is in charge, then where is he?”
“He’s off with a woman he met in the simulation. Seven. They're rescuing…”
“Seven!” She takes in a gasp of air. “That little trollop? She’s all wacked out on the tacky backy, you know. She does every drug that gets onto the streets. She was lying about having a dog. I should have known something was up when I saw her with that monster. I met them you know. It was Krave who sent me down here. Ohhhh now I have a name… a name is power…" she is muttering to herself now, tapping a staccato tune on her keyboard.
"What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Karen….”
“I’m just repossessing her apartment.
“For what purpose?”
“Just to have done it.”
“Karen, we just went over this…”
"Maybe we’ll have to go over it again,” she grins. “Over the desk. I liked that part."
She's a brat. She’s my brat.
Suits
Tyank
We are in orbit around a planet like many other planets. It has green bits. Blue bits. Brown bits. That’s the general ideal configuration. Some planets have pink and purple bits, but they tend to be the kind where your face melts off if you breathe the atmosphere. Scythkin know to look for the universal trio: brown, green, blue.
Karen has her face pressed right up against the glass as she peers down at the world below. There's not much to see from there. She could see more on the monitors, but she says she doesn't trust screens, only what her eyes tell her. I pointed out that her eyes saw screens, but she made what I think was a rude gesture.
“I’m taking her down,” I say. “Standby for your first alien planet.”
Karen
“So this world…”
“Was ripped out of 1800’s USA, transported across millions of time miles and dumped here. The humans mostly subsist on cabbages and slugs.”
“Ugh.”
“They don’t know any better.”
“So this is a simulation?” I still don’t really get it.
“Oh no. This is the result of the timesplosion. This is real. Everything happening down there actually happened. It’s not like the simulation. Those people down there, they’re living and dying the old fashioned way.”
“So this is the past we're looking at?”
“It is the past. It’s also the present. Time…” he makes an explosive motion with his hands. “Exploded.”
I don’t think I’ll ever understand what he means by that. Not without a lot of reading and maybe an online quiz or two.
“You interfere in the politics of these places?”
“We try not to, but occasionally we have to. We’re responsible for humanity. Whether we like it or not. Whether we’re particularly good at it, or not. We will defend people across time, space, and everything else.”
“My hero,” I say with only a hint of sarcasm. “Can I see the world? Can we go out and explore?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because we are not sightseers. We’re here on business and we need to get back to the simulation as quickly as possible.”
"All work and no play makes you a dull boy,” I complain. “And it bores me.”
“We're not here to entertain you. I’m trying to educate you.”
“Oh, are you?” I smile archly at him. I like teasing Tyank. He likes to tease too, in ways that I love.
He makes me feel all the things I used to crave feeling. Desire, maybe even a little dependence. It is not easy for me to depend on anybody, but Tyank is the most competent male I have ever met. He is yet to even once forget his keys and ask me where they are like my ex did. In that relationship, I felt like a mother to a petulant, resentful child. In this powerful alien, I have found my equal.
“I have to get ready,” he says. “Now, don’t freak out, but we have these suits which make us look human. It can be disturbing…”
“There is no way you can make yourself look like a human,” I laugh. “You have horns and you’re covered in knives.”
“Oh yeah? Want to lay a bet on that?”
“Sure. What do you want to bet?”
“Your ass,” he grins, flashing white sharp teeth. “I look like a human in the next ten minutes and I take your bottom.”
“With your…” I look at his crotch.
“Oh yes. With my,” he nods. “Still want to make that bet?”
“Not on your life,” I laugh. “Go put your party suit on.”
“This is serious business," he growls, not quite managing to be entirely convincing.
“Very serious,” I agree, laughing. Did I ever used to laugh? I don’t remember it, if so. It feels as though I’m always laughing with Tyank, and he seems to always laugh with me. I feel in my gut that is a very good sign.
I think I might be changing. On the inside. I used to be miserable all the time, harsh with others, and with myself. But with Tyank around I feel completely different. I am lighter. Happier. I am free.
“Here I am!”
It is still Tyank’s voice, but the person standing in front of me is not my massive scythkin lover. It is a handsome human male. The disguise is impeccable. I can't see where the suit ends and he begins. I can't see him at all. And somehow, that's still not the weirdest thing about the way he looks.
“What the hell have you come as?”
"Roman centurion,” he says. “The timesplosion got messy, trust me, this makes sense. I’ll be right back.”
Nothing makes sense, but nothing actually needs to. I sit back in my chair and watch the goings on outside my window. The people out there are rougher than the ones I’m used to inside the simulation. I can't hear what they're saying, but there's a very handsome, rugged man with a bionic arm, and a smaller woman clinging to him. They’re both covered in blood and dirt. They look as though they haven't bathed in years. There's a nobility to them though, they have the appearance of people who have struggled long and hard and… I gag as the man picks a piece of brain off his shirt.
Without context, it is impossible to tell what’s going on, if it is good, bad or indifferent. Things escalate when Tyank pulls his suit head off, completely ruining the human illusion. I find myself laughing at the woman’s expression. I wonder if I looked that way the first time I saw Tyank. I don't think so. I thought he was hot. She looks like she thinks he's going to devour her in a single bite.
It occurs to me that I don't miss them. People, I mean. I used to be surrounded by them every day, interact with them constantly both in my job and around the city. I haven’t actually had a conversation with anybody human since I was thrown into the ocean hole. I should probably miss my own kind. I should probably be consumed with the desire to run out there and say my helloes to the people who eat slugs. But I don’t. I stay right where I am until Tyank is done and then we leave and I don't care, not one bit. Maybe when you’re with the person who is most right for you, even if that person is an alien, you don't need anybody else.
Galactor
Tyank
Things are going smoothly. Maybe a little too smoothly. I expected Karen to cause trouble on our trip to the colony, but she's been a model passenger. I make a mental note to do something nice for her when we get back to the simulation.
"So those suits,” she says. "You can look like anybody?”
“Yes, they’re a key means of entering the simulation. Under Galactor rule, aliens of all species would enter the simulation and interact with humans, leaving you none the wiser.”
“That's creepy”
“Most of what they did was,” I say. “Fuck,” I say next, when I see what has appeared on my screen. It’s a blip, but it represents a much bigger problem. A Galactor
ship has materialized out of subspace and is on an intercept course heading for us. This isn't good.
"What's wrong?"
“Scythkin vessel, you are in Galactor territory.” A message plays over our speakers. “Surrender immediately."
“That’s what's wrong,” I tell Karen. “Galactor has come for us.”
She doesn't know enough about them to look afraid. Instead, she just looks mildly interested and somewhat annoyed.
Karen
“Pull your ship over," the officious voice intones.
I know that kind of voice. It's the sort of voice that gives you a ticket for going 31 in a 30. It's the sort of voice that fines you for being thirty seconds over your parking limit. It is, in other words, the voice of an officious twat.
Tyank curses. “We can't outrun them. This is a cruiser. It’s not made for speed. And the clutch is spread out across every galaxy and timewhen. They can't get here before these bastards do.”
“Who are they, exactly? Are they other aliens like you? Or are they a different kind of alien animal altogether?”
"They're a collective of various species. They used to run the simulation before we took over. They're the ones who took you originally. They don’t see humans as people. They see you as product.”
I draw myself erect and straighten my shoulders. “I’m ready.”
“No. You’re not ready. You’re going to hide. I’m going to put you in the cargo bay with the supplies. It will be a small crate, but it will have to do. Now go, quickly.”
“I’m not going to hide, Tyank. That's not what I do.”
He plucks me from the ground, throws me over his shoulder and carries me off to the cargo bay, where in very short order I find myself stuffed into a cargo crate.
“Let me out!”
“Be quiet,” he growls with uncustomary ferocity. “This is life and death, Karen. Yours.”