His Human Pet

by Stella Rising

  I want to lie out of sheer defiance of his snobbery, but I know I shouldn’t. “Yes, Master, it is. So... you don’t like our food, and you don’t really like us. Is there anything about Earth you do like?”

  Forta finishes his bowl of whatever goop and sighs. “It’s a beautiful planet. Mountains, jungles, tropical islands... majestic wildlife. Endless sights and discoveries. In truth, I’m glad my people chose to try and save it. Losing so much natural beauty would be tragic.”

  “For sure,” I say, realizing for the first time that we must be millions of lightyears away by now. It’s hard to fathom. I’m really in Forta’s hands—without him, there’s no way I could ever return to Earth. “Have you explored much of the planet yet?”

  Grumbling, Forta points to my breakfast. “Eat, pet. I don’t talk this much.”

  “All right,” I say, trying the juice. It’s sweet and subtle, like melon, with a pleasantly cool aftertaste. After taking another bite of the meat, I say, “When you finish your assignment, where do you think you’ll go?”

  Glaring, he holds the plate of meat up to my face. “Hopefully to a planet with less chatty people.”

  Taking the plate, I gawp at him, my hanging jaw changing to a wide open smile. “Is that a joke? Did Consul Forta just crack a joke?”

  “Okay, that’s enough.”

  He grabs my wrist and pulls me from my seat, dragging me back to the bedroom. Before I can even get inside, the chrome gag floats up and locks onto my lips. Then Forta urges me forward and then down to take a seat on the bed. My telerings activate, drawing my wrists behind my back, arms crossed into a box.

  “Behave yourself, pet,” he says as my ankle rings spread my legs slightly and lock my feet to the floor.

  I nod, and sigh to myself. My core stirs from the restraints, and the ache in my warmth grows quickly.

  “I’ll be back soon.”

  Don’t worry, Master. I’ll be ready.

  Chapter Seven

  By the time we arrive at Forta’s destination, I feel like a ship at sea during a hurricane, tossed and shaken, reeling from the unstoppable energy sweeping me away. He doesn’t stop until I can’t take it anymore, and pass out from the overdose of orgasmic ecstasy. I wake up sore all over, but there’s a smile on my face.

  And a planet in the window that’s definitely not Earth. Though I see what must be landmasses and oceans, the shapes and colors are completely different. Reddish continents run from pole to pole, surrounded by lime green seas. Areas of gray and white line the coasts—cities? I suppose.

  “Where are we?”

  “Dokkedex.”

  “Dokkawhat?”

  “Dokkedex,” Forta repeats, smiling. “My home world.”

  He takes the ship in; the whole time I watch, struggling to believe that I am, in fact, visiting another world. Of all the astronauts, explorers, and scientists in Earth’s past, here I am about to step foot on alien soil. Granted, I’m not the first, but I’m in select company. If Lewis and Clark were here, or Neil Armstrong, what would they want to do? Scale an alien peak, visit a mega-city? Go out into the wilderness and see animals from another world?

  For that matter, what will be Forta’s agenda? No one does touristy stuff when they’re home. He could be planning to stick me in a cage and only take me out when he wants to fuck. As much as I’d enjoy the sex, do I really want to be the human who travels halfway across the galaxy just to lie around her boyfriend’s hotel room?

  Maybe?

  No...

  But...

  There would be ups and downs to being cooped up, I suppose.

  Forta has me dress in my catsuit before we disembark his ship, but thankfully lets me walk on my own power. I guess it’s not like I can run away now. Where would I go?

  We step out into a wide, deep ravine, walled in on both sides by steep cliffs. As we walk, I spot dozens of dark openings in the rock—caves, and lots of them. They seem almost evenly spaced, every dozen yards or so—that can’t be natural, can it?

  After just a few minutes of walking, I see the cliffs are getting shorter, and soon we reach their end, giving way to a plain. Networks of vines the color of basil cover the scarlet soil. The field seems to go on forever thanks to a hill extending downward for miles and miles. It’s an arresting sight—from here we can see all the way out to the distant city, its skyline jagged like a row of toothpicks.

  Rushes of wind rustle the vines, whistling a serene song as distant dark clouds rumble in response. A coppery smell comes and goes with the breeze, and occasionally the screech of an avian reptile calls out from the sky.

  “Beautiful, yes?” says Forta.

  “Very.”

  “It’s like seeing the whole world from one place. This is my favorite place to be in the entire universe.”

  I nod, feeling tears springing forth. “It’s amazing. Thank you for taking me here.”

  “You’re welcome,” he replies, kissing the top of my head. “My ship is coming to take us to Dokke City. When we get there, you won’t understand anyone without help from nanites. They’ll teach you the languages. It’s your choice, pet.”

  Up until now, I hadn’t even considered the fact that Forta has been speaking English for my sake. As a consul on Earth, it makes sense—but now that we’re here... What’s worse? Having his bots in my brain, or having no idea what’s going on?

  “Melody, I promise they won’t affect your thoughts or control you in any way. They’re just there to help.”

  I suppose if Forta can already do pretty much what he pleases with me, the nanites won’t really change that. More important, though, is that I can’t really bring myself to distrust him. He’s treated me very strangely—like a pet—but he hasn’t hurt me, or been needlessly cruel.

  “Okay,” I say. “Let’s have them.”

  Forta places his hand on my forehead, and I feel it grow warmer for just a moment.

  “Done,” he says.

  “That’s it?”

  He nods. “Yes. And they’re working.”

  It takes me a moment to realize what he means, but then it hits me: his comment was spoken in Dexe, his language, but I understood it completely. I feel like I’ve always spoken it, so ingrained is the knowledge.

  I knew I’d get a lot of exposure to his tongue on this trip, but this is something else!

  We get back onboard, but we ride for less than a minute, the ship covering the distance to the city in moments. Forta barely has enough time to attach a leash to my collar.

  “What’s that for?” I ask, taken aback by this new form of humiliation. “Can’t you control my collar remotely?”

  “Yes, I can. The leash is... tradition. It tells others you’re owned.”

  Super.

  However, when we get out I’m relieved to see there are lots of other pets being led around the same way. Of course, it’s bizarre to me that such treatment can be considered normal, but none of the pets I see look particularly afraid or despondent. A few do walk with hitches in their steps, making me wonder what’s going on beneath the thin garments they wear, but they seem none the worse for wear.

  As we begin walking, I quickly lose any sense of self-consciousness. It’s an alien city! The towers look as tall to me as a skyscraper on Earth would appear to an ant; practically infinite, as if built by a god. And it’s not just one of the buildings: it’s all of them. Extensive lengths of vines wrap around the structures, forming patterns and rows as if they’ve been guided in their growth. If I had to guess, they might draw a picture if seen from far enough away, but even up close it’s a work of art.

  And to think, I was jealous of Clara going to New York or Boston.

  “Impressed?” asks Forta.

  “Definitely, Master. It’s unbelievable.” I’d happily spend hours wandering these streets—are they streets? No vehicles travel at ground level, though many move through the air between the buildings, maintaining imaginary lanes.

  “Indeed. Come, this way.”


  “What is it?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer, except to pull at my leash.

  We round a corner and keep going. After a few minutes, I start to hear laughter and the din of conversation. Forta takes us to a public square of some kind, where dozens of Dominars have gathered with their pets. Most of the aliens have red skin like Forta, but their pets range the spectrum; clearly they represent a number of species, boasting a variety of intriguing features. With just a casual glance, I see a pair of pets who have wide, mirror-like eyes; one pet I see has six arms—all of which are bound behind her back in concentric chevrons. Forta has to stop me from staring at a winged woman; her feathers look navy blue, at least from the outside—they are chained in a retracted position in a way that seems sad and sexy at the same time. Could she fly, were she not restrained? The kind of devotion to one’s master that would show...

  You better appreciate her. I turn my attention to her pink-toned master. Smiling and nodding as he listens to others, the winged woman’s master seems pleasant enough.

  Then I hear a familiar sound: a hand slapping flesh, followed by a moan.

  Someone’s getting spanked!

  “Can we go see, Master?” I ask. Nanites or not, something in my brain has definitely changed since I met Forta.

  “Sure,” laughs Forta, giving my leash a tug.

  I follow him until we get close enough to see a pretty woman about my age lying over her master’s knees, a brilliant blue dress pulled up to expose her cheeks. Her tan skin appears to become lighter with each slap, leaving milky splotches all over her backside. She winces and gasps with every swat, thanking her master for each one.

  Though I watch them for a few minutes, my attention turns to another new sight: a series of pets, all bound and on display. Some sit in cubical cages suspended several feet off the ground, while others stand up straight, tied to posts. One pet’s head sticks out of a large box, giving no indication of what position or torments she’s enduring within.

  “What is all this?” I ask.

  “Public discipline,” says Forta. “For very bad pets, or very proud masters.”

  Looking closer, I realize I’m inadvertently adding to these pets’ humiliation and punishment. I should turn away, but I don’t—it’s too fascinating and enticing. I feel bad for them, but my pussy clenches at the idea of being locked up like this.

  Hearing a loud, high-pitched cry, I turn to see a woman tied to a pair of horizontal bars above and below her head, stretching her arms and legs apart. She could pass for human, if not for the fangs visible around what must be a very sturdy gag—shaped to fit her sharp teeth, it looks made of metal.

  Her master, a Dominar as muscular and handsome as Forta, spins her around to reveal her ass has been thoroughly punished. Her rosy cheeks practically glisten, and some kind of thick plug sticks out of her backside. I’m torn between horror and curiosity—she must have suffered significantly, and it’s clearly not over, as her master attaches numerous clips to her nipples and breasts. She squeals as they bite down, shaking in her bonds.

  “Master, is she okay? That looks really painful.”

  “It does, but she’s fine.”

  “With respect, she looks afraid.”

  Forta nods. “That’s natural during punishment. She’s safe, Melody. Her master would never push her farther than she could go.”

  “How do you know?” I snap. “What if he’s bad?”

  Sighing, Forta shakes his head. “We are thousands of years old, Melody. We all know one another. Bringing dishonor upon oneself creates a stain that’s never forgotten. He may torment his pet because she misbehaved, or because they enjoy it. He would never hurt her maliciously.”

  I’d like to believe him, but how can I know for sure?

  As I watch, the woman’s master flicks a whip, knocking off one of the clips on her chest. She howls, writhing in agony.

  “What did she do to deserve this?” I ask, forcing myself to turn away.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Forta replies, turning my head back. “Her master deems it necessary.”

  “What?” I step in front of Forta, forcing him to pay attention. “He could be doing this for no reason?”

  Forta growls as other Dominars turn to look at us. Covering my mouth with his hand, he drags me to the back of the audience, barely deterred by my struggling.

  “There’s always a reason,” he hisses. “This is the Dominar way. Masters respect their pets, but we use them as we please. If that woman is in real distress, she can cry for mercy. She will get it.”

  “How can she ask for mercy if she’s gagged?” I ask.

  “She can signal with a gesture, or her nanites.”

  Oh. I hadn’t thought of that.

  “That’s... reasonable... I guess,” I admit. “When you say the Dominar way though... This is what you’re doing on Earth, isn’t it? You show up, act respectful, but then impose your rules and demand obedience.”

  “You could say that,” he says. “And look at the results.”

  I turn back to the pet as her master whips off the last clip on her chest. As soon as he does, he drops the whip and drives his fingers between her legs. Her face lights up as his fingers find her pussy, and her lips curl around the gag in a smile.

  “Humanity is under our control, but most are happy about it. Do you deny liking your time with me so far?”

  “No, Master,” I answer truthfully, though I’d rather lie.

  He nods. “Once you accepted your place, submission became pleasurable.”

  “Maybe,” I say, refusing to go as far as that.

  Snorting, Forta activates my telerings and commands them to move me forward. “‘Maybe,’ says the human. Your eyes need opening, pet. It’s time you see what it’s like to be punished in public, for all to witness.”

  Chapter Eight

  The crowd parts for us as if knowing a new show is about to begin. Maybe Forta has told them through the nanites, or they could hear us arguing—either way, the Dominars grin at me as we pass.

  When we get there, the master brings his pet to orgasm with his hands, eliciting screams of bliss that echo off the mammoth buildings.

  “Just in time, Forta,” the master says. “It’s good to see you.”

  “Moin,” Forta replies with a slight bow. “You as well.”

  Their exchange surprises me, even though Forta did say they all know each other. I didn’t realize he meant literally.

  “Thank you for that performance,” Forta continues. “How long have you had her?”

  “Sixteen years,” he says, smiling and tickling the woman’s side. “She’s a true companion.”

  “Congratulations.”

  “And how long have you had her?” Moin asks, gesturing to me.

  Forta laughs. “A few days. Have you ever met a human?”

  “I haven’t. They’re quite lovely, though, if this one is a fair specimen.”

  I bow at the compliment, though I could do without being spoken of as if I’m not present.

  “She’s above average,” Forta corrects. “Melody, meet Moin.”

  “I’m honored,” I say, effecting a curtsy despite not having a dress.

  “As am I,” Moin replies. “Forta must see quite a lot in you. I would never have imagined him bringing a human to his home. He’s one of the most hardline Naturalists in the galaxy. It speaks to his character that he would put his personal beliefs aside to do his duty.”

  “Yes, it does,” I say.

  “We were all very sorry to hear that he would have to live there for so long, although it looks like he’s making the most of it. It’s too bad he wasn’t given the title of supreme consul—he would have that planet under control in a matter of weeks.”

  Forta laughs. “Perhaps. I have my hands full with a single region—including an assassination attempt. Humans are not easily managed. They fight change and resist guidance, often against their own interests. It may have been wise not to put one of us in charge. We would find it...
difficult to accept.”

  “True. Very perceptive,” says Moin. “Still, I hope living on Earth hasn’t changed you too much. Taking a human to Dokkedex... I won’t soon get over the shock.”

  Forta shakes his head. “I’m not changed. I wanted some private entertainment on my vacation.”

  Private entertainment? How dare you!

  Is Forta posturing, demeaning me in front of his friend to save face? Or does he really just think of me as a toy? Either they’re both assholes, or Moin brings out the worst in Forta.

  “You convinced a human you just met to come on vacation with him to his home world as his pet, and she accepted?” asks Moin. “What am I missing?”

  “It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement,” I cut in, before Forta can say something to make me madder.

  He eyes me a warning, but nods. “She’s correct.” He summarizes the essential facts for Moin: my father’s attempt to kill Forta, the prison planet exile policy, and my suggestion for a vacation. It’s strange to think of this as my idea—but I suppose it’s true, in a way.

  “That’s quite a story,” Moin says at the end. “Respect where it’s due: Melody, what you did speaks to your honor. Any Dominar would be lucky to have you as a pet.”

  “Thank you... sir,” I say, realizing I shouldn’t call him ‘Master’—that’s reserved for Forta. “But anyone would do the same for their family.”

  Moin chuckles. “Give yourself over to a sadistic alien and follow him into space? No, I doubt that.”

  “If all humans were so selfless, we wouldn’t have had to invade Earth,” Forta adds.

  I scowl at him. “You had to invade according to who? We could have solved our problems on our own,” I argue.

  Forta sighs. “If so, you would have. But you didn’t. Now, time for your discipline.” He turns to Moin. “Honor me, my friend?”

  “What would you like?” Moin asks, smiling.

  “Our pets, side by side.”

  “Of course.”

  Forta leads me over to Moin’s pet, who he introduces as Lonti. Working together as the crowd of Dominars watch, Moin produces another set of bars, to which Forta ties my wrists and ankles. Within a couple of minutes, I’m restrained securely, completely helpless. However, Forta isn’t finished. Smirking, Moin hands him a squat black object. When Forta holds it up for me to see, I realize it’s a plug identical to the one stuck in Lonti’s ass.