His Human Pet

by Stella Rising

  “What do you say?” Forta growls.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “I’m pleased,” he says, sitting me down in his lap. The pressure on my backside hurts, causing me to hiss, but I don’t struggle. “You took your discipline well, and I like the way you think. In my experience, most humans prefer conformity and lack initiative. I find you refreshing.”

  “If you have such a low opinion of humans, why not request a transfer or something?” I ask, rankled by his backhanded compliment.

  He grunts. “Dominars do their duty. I will fulfill my assignment on Earth. When it’s complete, I hope someone will take my place, but I will stay if needed. I may not love humanity, but my work here is important.”

  “How long is your assignment?” I ask.

  “One hundred years.”

  Holy shit.

  I couldn’t imagine doing a job I hated for such a long time. Though I suppose in the lifespan of a Dominar, a century might not seem like much.

  “It’s been two years,” he adds. “And I already need a vacation.”

  “You should take one, Master,” I mutter. “I can wait for you to come back.”

  Smiling, Forta picks me up, sets me on my feet, and activates the telerings. “Great idea, pet. I will go on vacation, but you’re coming with me.”

  Chapter Four

  “We leave tomorrow,” says Forta. “The trip will take more than a day.”

  That doesn’t make any sense. “Can’t your ships go around the world in just a few minutes?”

  “Correct,” he replies, a smirk lifting his lip.

  We’re not vacationing here on Earth.

  “You’re serious? I’ve never—”

  “No, you haven’t,” he interrupts. “So you should rest.” He points to the corner, where there’s a small mattress.

  It’s not a luxury suite, but I guess it will do. I start to walk over, but Forta grunts.

  “What, Master?” I ask, turning back to him.

  “You’re my pet. Pets don’t sleep clothed.”

  Ugh. “Do I have to?”

  “Yes,” he growls. “And address me properly, or I’ll spank you again right now.”

  “Sorry, Master,” I say immediately. My ass feels way too raw to endure another session like the last one right away.

  “Do you really have to treat me like some kind of animal?” I ask. If I can’t disobey him, maybe I can change his mind.

  He makes his grunting laugh and points at the mattress. As I turn to look, a series of metal rods begin to grow out of the floor. Once they reach a height of about three feet, the growth of the metal actually turns inward, until each piece connects to another piece on the other side. Before it’s done, I know what it is: a cage.

  “You’re my pet and I’ll treat you like one until you’ve been trained.”

  “Trained for what? I know how to sleep.”

  Forta grunts again. “Watch yourself, human. Sleeping in a cage teaches humility, which you need.” He points to the cage’s open door and waits.

  My face heats as the inescapable reality of the situation sets in. It’s beyond humiliating. Then again, it could be worse: at least nobody knows about it. If I have to sleep in a cage for a month, I can do it and then never say a word about it ever again. Nobody else needs to find out.

  “Fine, Master,” I say, pulling off my shirt.

  He watches patiently as I strip, but doesn’t ogle me too weirdly. I think he’s happier to see me obey than to see me naked, a notion that makes me wonder how many lovers he’s had throughout his long, alien life. Hundreds? Thousands? How promiscuous are the Dominars?

  These are things they don’t discuss very much on the talk show, Our Earth. While the host, the alien known as Avyria, does try to be honest and coax the truth out of people, I’ve noticed she tries to focus on how Dominars and humans are the same, rather than different. She tries to be subtle, but it’s clear as day to me.

  As I undress, I fold the clothes neatly and put them in a pile near the cage. Forta doesn’t tell me to—it’s my instinct—but he doesn’t stop me either. When I do face him, his eyes are trained on me, as if he’s studying me.

  “What is it... Master?”

  “Finish what you’re doing.”

  I comply, removing my panties at last, instinctively positioning my hands to cover myself.

  “Don’t,” Forta says, marching up to me and pulling my wrists to my sides. “Obstructing my view is forbidden. Is that clear, pet?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You are beautiful, human. You must have many admirers.”

  I blush, despite myself. “Thank you, Master. I don’t know. Maybe.”

  “If not, you will. Now, in your cage.”

  Lowering myself to the floor and getting in, I accidentally brush the hard metal bars of the cage with my ass; the welts on my ass sting quite a bit, causing me to wince angrily at my carelessness... As soon as I’m in, the door swings shut and seals, the rods melding together.

  “Pet, why did you put your clothes there?” he asks, pointing at the orderly pile.

  “It’s just... what we do... with clothes... Master.” I don’t know what he’s getting at.

  “You could reach them from there. Were you going to put them back on when I wasn’t looking?”

  My eyes widen at the accusation. “No, Master!” I hadn’t realized something as simple as where I put them down would arouse his suspicions.

  He nods, pulling the stack a few feet away. “I believe you.”

  Relieved, I lie down, folding my knees down on the mattress. I’ve heard Dominars can tell when you’re lying—they can detect your pulse, or smell if you’re sweating—all thanks to their nanites. It is strangely reassuring to know he’ll trust me when I tell him the truth—I just better hope I don’t ever have to lie.

  “Master, can I ask a question?”

  He crouches down so he can face me and gives a nod.

  “This vacation... where are we going?”

  He smiles, a real genuine expression of happiness, the first I’ve seen from him. “My home.”

  I gulp, looking around at his residence. “You mean... your real home?”

  “Yes.”

  Oh, wow.

  “Now, sleep.”

  “Yes, Master,” I mumble, but he’s already walking away, leaving me alone.

  Lying down, my mind races. I’ve barely been outside of Ontego. One time I took a bus down to Manhattan to see the city, and that was years ago. Even when the aliens came, I never imagined I would go to space. Other humans have traveled with the Dominars out into the galaxy, but they’ve mostly been important people—no one like me.

  But you’re going as a toy, not a person. I guess it figures.

  Still, the thought of visiting another world is pretty exciting—it keeps me up for quite a while, in fact. He said we’re going to his home, but where is that? What’s it like? It must be nice if Forta’s so eager to visit. But what if it’s not? What if it’s ugly and dangerous, but Forta doesn’t care because it’s where he’s from? Lots of people would say Ontego sucks, but I’m still fond of it.

  Wondering about this alien world, the irony isn’t lost on me that the only reason I’m going to space is to keep my father safe on Earth. Granted, Forta’s going to bring me back in a month, and I’ll be free after that—but still. This is crazy. At least it won’t be forever.

  * * *

  Somehow I manage to drift off. When I wake, my clothes are gone, but there’s some kind of garment left in arm’s length of my cage. Am I supposed to take it? I don’t know—but I don’t. If Forta wants me to, he’ll tell me. This is probably a test, after all.

  Sighing, I lie back down, enjoying the warmth of my mattress. It’s surprisingly comfortable, and despite being naked I wasn’t cold at all.

  Eventually Forta returns. He grins when he sees I’m still naked.

  “Was I supposed to get dressed, Master?” I ask.

  “You can
now,” he replies.

  Oh, that’s helpful.

  I reach through and grab what turns out to be a single piece of clothing. Skin-tight and glossy like a catsuit, the silver garment has a single narrow opening, at the neck.

  “Sir, how do I put this on?” I ask.

  Forta motions with his hand, and a tear runs down the front of the suit. Gasping, I nearly drop it.

  “It’s controlled by nanites,” he says, waving again. In less than a second, the suit knits itself back together. “Useful for when I want easy access.”

  He chuckles, opening the suit once more so I can put it on. Dressing inside a cage isn’t easy, but I manage. He watches with some amusement, especially when he seals the suit around my body. It hugs my curves and leaves little to the imagination, but I guess it’s better than going nude.

  “Melody, are you ready?” he asks. “This trip will be hard. Painful and humiliating. You’ll be among my kind—no humans. To us, you are an inferior. You will take offense often in our presence, and if you misbehave, you will be punished. If you’re going to back out, do it now.”

  He means I’m going to have to suck it up and take it. I’d like to think I can endure it for the sake of my family, but what if it’s too much? “I can’t change my mind later?”

  He growls. “You can, but I won’t be pleased.”

  I nod. “How bad should I expect it to be?”

  “Not dangerous, but not fun. The Dominars of my world mostly belong to a certain faction—the Naturalists. We believe lesser species should be left to their own survival or extinction. No Dominar interference. We opposed the invasion of Earth, and have a low opinion of humans.”

  Well, that’s just great.

  I had no idea such a faction existed—I thought Dominars were all one giant, galactic army of supposed do-gooders. Gripping the bars of my cage, I wonder if I really should back out. This trip could be a very bad idea—and I’m not sure I want to be around Forta anymore.

  “You wanted us to go extinct?”

  “No. We never want it, but we don’t believe in stopping it. But the Dominars decided to save the humans, so here we are.”

  Huh. That’s interesting. He must really believe in duty, to accept an assignment to govern humans when he didn’t even want to help us in the first place. “It doesn’t bother you that your job goes against your beliefs?”

  He sighs. “Yes. I got over it. I’m a Dominar first and a Naturalist second. The faction understands. We do our duty, and keep the respect and loyalty of our people.”

  “I guess that’s true.”

  He nods. “And humans make fun pets.”

  Of course.

  “Time to go,” he says.

  I expect my cage to open so I can follow him, but instead the cage rises off the ground. I cry in surprise at the unexpected lift, but then regain my composure. He could have warned me.

  Biting back a complaint at being treated like a piece of luggage, I fume with indignant ire. “You’re going to let people see me like this, Master?” I ask, trying not to sound too insolent.

  He stops, and so does the cage. “No, actually. Thank you, pet. There are humans on the Spire who could get the wrong idea.”

  Yeah, carting off a caged woman might look bad, asshole.

  Light darkens between the bars of my cage, putting me under a shade, but I can still see outside. Forta doesn’t say it, but I assume this means I’m hidden from the outside world.

  Forta marches through the hall of the great structure, stopping occasionally to speak with the others—mostly his alien colleagues and assistants, but a few are humans; diplomats and other community representatives. They all wish him a nice time on his vacation. The other Dominars steal glances at my cage with knowing grins; even if they can’t see me, are they guessing what’s inside? Is this normal behavior for the Dominars?

  At last, he returns us to the docking pad with his ship and leads us aboard. Once the hatch shuts, my cage settles down and finally opens.

  “Come,” Forta says, pointing to what must be the ship’s cockpit.

  “Thank you, Master,” I reply, getting out of the cage. Stretching my legs, I groan in relief.

  He sits down in a large white seat in front of a holographic control panel, then beckons for me to join him—on his lap. I do as requested, though it causes a surge of pain from the lingering soreness in my ass. A shiver races through my body as I become very aware of Forta’s hard, massive body beneath me; I feel my senses intensely heightened. There’s a power in him that I’ve only begun to grasp, and it nearly makes me dizzy.

  “Watch,” he says, pointing out the cockpit window.

  The ship’s lights all go out, leaving just a view into the sky. Then, like we’ve been fired out of a gun, Forta’s ship launches, punching bullet holes through the clouds. I gasp sharply, taken aback, reaching instinctively for something to hold onto.

  Forta wraps his arms around me, holding me against him tighter. I’m glad my back is to him, so he can’t see the rosy hue of my cheeks. Wetness churns between my legs—I can only hope it won’t show through my catsuit.

  After just a few seconds, the blue sky darkens until we’re in space. I nearly tear up, seeing the endless sheet of stars. My situation might be dire, but I could believe it will all be worth it just to see what I’m seeing. It’s incredible, and I can’t help thinking people were meant to see this. How could we not be intended to witness a sight so beautiful?

  “Enjoy that, pet?” he asks.

  “Yes, Master,” I reply, letting tears drop as they wish. “Very much.”

  “Good.” Forta stands up, lifting me into the cradle of his arms. I whoop in surprise but manage not to flail about, thankfully—I doubt this will be the last time he carries me on this trip.

  “Where are we going, Master?” I ask.

  He laughs. “We have a day to arrive. I will make the most of it.”

  Chapter Five

  Forta carries me into the back of the ship, which offers just enough room for a small bed. He lowers me onto it carefully, then pulls off his tunic, revealing his broad, muscular chest. The contours of his pecs are dark and distinct, his rose-red skin hairless and free of blemishes. He looks solid as a brick wall.

  Unconsciously I spread my legs, mesmerized by the sight of his majestic body. I catch his eyes moving down to my hips, and my jaw hangs slack.

  I know what Clara would say if she were here right now: Told you so!

  Okay, Forta’s hot. I knew that already. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s a sadistic jerk, or that he’s essentially made me his property for the next month.

  “Like what you see, pet?” he says, removing his pants, revealing his thick, toned legs.

  “No,” I mutter.

  “Liar,” he grunts, smirking. “Don’t be shy, human. Your body tells the true story. It has a language—your arousal is unmistakable. I hear it. I smell it. This is good: I wouldn’t want a pet who wasn’t eager to be used.”

  “Willing,” I correct. “I don’t know about eager.”

  “Pretend if you want. I can tell you ache. And you’ve barely tasted what it means to be owned by a Dominar. That changes now.”

  As soon as he says it, I feel the catsuit split apart. Forta grabs the top piece and pulls; as if connected magnetically, the other half of the suit follows, yanking its way out from underneath me. Though the fabric is smooth and comfortable, its caress against my ass elicits fresh pain from my bruised skin.

  Nude once again, I bite my lip as Forta inspects my body. As he does, I notice a tent rising in the small black cloth covering his thighs. The sight shoots a curl of excitement through me, and a little pride. It feels good to be desired, especially by such an impossibly handsome man.

  I’m just getting used to the idea of giving in to Forta when the telerings around my wrists and ankles activate. After wearing them for hours and hours, I’d forgotten they were even there. Moving outward in every direction, they stretch and spread my
limbs, leaving me totally helpless and exposed. I try to fight them, but can’t even budge their grip. My toes curl at the sensation—it’s practically the only movement I can make. Thumping from my heart pulses in my head, and a rush of desire clenches between my legs.

  I’ve never been bound for sex before, though I’ve had some fantasies: in my dreams I’m often handcuffed to the bedposts, or restrained with a necktie. Though considerably kinkier than anything I ever imagined, I can’t deny the pleasure created by the alien telering devices. My arousal drips from my drenched pussy, and my eyes keep turning to Forta’s mammoth erection.

  Finally, he strips away the cloth, revealing his cock. It’s rigid and long, and I groan at the thought of it slipping inside me. I had a couple of boyfriends in college, but none of them boasted a member like that—how much will it hurt trying to get that in? The thought scares me, but I still want it. After the spanking I took yesterday, I deserve some pleasure, don’t I?

  “You’re very beautiful, Melody.”

  “Thank you, Master.” I shouldn’t be taking compliments from an alien who owns me, but I believe Forta’s being genuine. What reason would he have to lie? And considering the perfection of the Dominars, I have quite a high bar to reach—it’s comforting to know I’ve gotten there.

  “You have a pleasing figure, especially considering your lack of nanites.”

  “I guess I don’t... need them then,” I say, gasping as Forta climbs onto the bed and kneels in front of me, his legs spread.

  He grunts. “Not for your appearance, but they do much more. You could learn all about the universe.”

  “I think I... learn just... fine without... them... Master,” I mumble as he begins to finger my sopping folds.

  Forta leans over and fondles my breasts; I moan at the pleasing sensation, but then yelp as he pinches my nipples.

  “Nanites help you recover from pain,” he points out, letting go. He reaches underneath me, cupping my ass. He squeezes my cheeks, reminding me of their continuing soreness. “Yesterday’s pain could be gone in moments.”

  “No, thank you... Master,” I say. I don’t care what they can do—he’s not putting those bots in my brain without a damn good reason.