Oh, no...
Forta grunts, enjoying my reaction. With wide eyes I stare at the toy, shuddering as I imagine how it would feel inside: big, and no doubt painful.
“Afraid, pet?” Forta asks.
“Yes, Master.” My fingers ball into fists and squirm against my restraints, to no avail.
“Have you not been penetrated from behind?”
“No,” I mutter, blushing. The audience laughs, which makes my face burn an even brighter red.
God, this is unbearable! All these aliens, watching eagerly to see my ass get stuffed... what a bunch of perverted freaks! This is a complete outrage!
So then, why am I dripping wet? I ask myself, feeling moisture slide down my thighs.
Forta reaches between my cheeks, and I feel a cool oil of some kind on his fingers. He spreads it around, coating my skin with the substance—he even presses a finger into my tight bud, getting the oil inside. I yelp as his digit enters me—considering the size of his hands, I shouldn’t be shocked at how big it feels, yet I know it’s not nearly as large as the plug. Clenching defensively, I try to shake my hips out of Forta’s grasp.
“Don’t be difficult,” he says, spanking my cheek. “It’s going in. Let it.”
“Yes, Master,” I mumble, trying to relax. It’s not easy overcoming the anticipation of a pain one has never felt before—and that usually makes it worse than it’ll really be. I know all this, but that doesn’t help. What does help is Forta caressing my clit with his wet finger, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.
You’re going to be okay, Melody. You can do this.
Taking a deep breath, I release my muscles, allowing the head of the plug to press inward. Yelping, I tense up again, but now I’ve gotten a taste of the toy’s size, I can allay my fears easier.
Forta drives the plug in a little at a time, savoring my every squeal and groan as it slides deeper. Although his slow pace gives me time to adjust, I think he’s doing it more for his enjoyment than my comfort. Every amused grunt spikes my temper, but the pleasurable new fullness in my ass keeps me grounded. Already I can feel the pain lessening; I wouldn’t admit I like it to Forta yet, but if he asked I doubt I’d be able to lie.
Once the widest part of the plug slips past my tight muscle, the rest sinks in until a flared base stops it from going any further. I let out one final cry, then exhale in relief.
“We’re just starting, pet,” Forta says, slapping the plug with his hand. I feel the jolts all the way up my spine.
At least he warned me.
Forta picks out two floggers from a collection of toys, eliciting a cheer from the crowd and a giggle from Lonti.
Seriously? She’s ready for more?
Her resilience must be something. If I kept being Forta’s pet after our deal was up, would I get that tough? Or is Lonti just stronger because she’s an alien? I don’t know—but the thought of remaining a pet strikes me as a funny one. Why would I even consider that?
Forta swings the floggers through the air, letting me hear them whoosh as they spin. Using just a few careful flicks of his wrists, he creates an elaborate dance of flying tendrils, showing how easy it would be for him to aim the lash wherever he pleases. Applause rises from the crowd, but they look more impatient than impressed; they’re ready for the main event.
Then, to their delight, Forta obliges, sending two hard smacks across my ass, one with each flogger. I gasp at the pain, which burns across both cheeks.
“Moin and I are going to flog you at the same time,” Forta says, rubbing my ass while Moin removes the gag from his pet’s mouth. “You will thank us with each stroke. Understood?”
“Yes, Master,” I say.
“Yes, sir,” adds Lonti.
Forta nods. “Good. My friend?”
Moin selects a keera stick and grins.
Then the two of them swing their toys together, swatting Lonti and me simultaneously. We both cry out, then say, “Thank you, Master.”
I squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t have to see the cruel leers from the crowd, but Forta reaches around my chest and pinches a nipple. “Eyes open, pet.”
“How did you know?” I mumble. He’s standing behind me!
“I guessed.”
Of course he did. I open my eyes, and a couple of tears escape down my face.
He and Moin then continue, lashing our backsides every few seconds, giving us a chance to thank them and a brief moment to recover. I force my eyes to stay open, staring out at the crowd. They smile as I make eye contact, not at all sympathetic or ashamed of their gaze. Straining slightly against my bonds, I feel the hard grasp of rope keeping my wrists and ankles fully immobilized. Every time I get flogged, the sensation travels through the plug in my ass, intensifying every stroke.
Swift breezes cool my body and soothe my behind. My pussy aches with hunger, despite the agony blazing through me. Every time I thank Forta, I bite back a sob of frustration. I should hate this—it’s torture, after all. I ought to be dreaming of the moment I land back on Earth, walk back into my home and start forgetting this ever happened. Instead, I’m subconsciously begging Forta to finish flogging me so that he can give me a proper reward.
“I think your pet has had enough,” Moin says after I let loose an especially loud cry. “Her endurance is rather low, don’t you think?” he asks, caressing his pet’s pussy.
“She’s inexperienced,” Forta grunts.
“Good. I was worried humans were delicate. What’s the point if you can’t have any real fun?”
Forta massages my punished ass. “Don’t worry about Moin,” he says softly, kissing the top of my head. “He’s too competitive. You’re a fine pet.”
“Thank you... Master,” I reply, jerking in place at his touch. His compliment elicits a warmth in my chest, though right now literally anything to take my mind off the pain in my ass is welcome.
Moin chuckles. “You two are adorable together. Forta, can you tear yourself away from your new toy long enough to meet with the faction heads? We’d like to hear about your time on Earth.”
“Of course,” says Forta. He moves to the collection of toys and comes back with a gag.
“Wait, you’re not going to leave me here, are you?” I ask, shaking against my restraints. My heart pumps pure panic at the thought of being alone, naked and bound while surrounded by cruel aliens on another planet.
“Apologies, Melody,” says Moin. “We’d like Forta to discuss humanity freely and... well, you know.”
“I get it,” I say. “You want to talk shit about us.”
Moin darkens. “Correct.”
“I’ll try not to take long,” Forta says, slipping the gag into my mouth. “You’ll be fine here.”
Fury rising, I squeal in rage, biting down hard on the gag. Shaped like a ball but totally clear, it’s surprisingly soft—my teeth sink into it a little, but as soon as I let go, the gag returns to its original shape.
“Behave yourself,” he commands, holding up a finger in warning. “I’ll be watching.”
Bite me, you fucking asshole!
He kisses my cheek. “Watch yourself, pet.”
Go to hell!
As he walks away with Moin, there’s a part of me that hopes he never comes back. When all this is over and I’m back on Earth, I hope I never see a Dominar again.
Chapter Nine
Every Dominar that looks at me—every one that laughs at my predicament—makes me hate Forta a little more. As my rage grows, it must show pretty clearly on my face—the aliens have no trouble distinguishing what anger looks like on a human. They enjoy it—I guess the only thing better than a tame, obedient pet is an unruly, insolent one in need of punishment. Before long I start to wonder if I could possibly hate these beings any more—and the answer is always yes. Yes, I can.
Even when I calm down, they still get a rise out of my helplessness and suffering. With Forta out of sight, the aliens have no compunction with getting right up close to me. Although they s
eem to know better than to touch me, they inspect every inch of my body, judging me and comparing me to pets from any number of planets and species. One alien likes my chest, but gets turned off looking at my ears—apparently they’re ugly to a race that hears entirely through vibrations in their bones. Another alien finds me very pleasing all around, especially upon discovering that the rumors were false and that my hair is completely free of parasites.
However, some are not even a little nice.
“Human,” one says, spitting at my feet. Red-skinned like Forta, his visage as malevolent as his arms are muscular, he snarls when he sees me. “Whoever brought you here, you should be worshiping him. If not for us, Earth would be a smoking cinder by now. Your species is so pathetic, you’d be extinct without us.”
Fuck you, scumbag! I can’t say it with the gag in my mouth, but from the slant of my eyebrows and my bared teeth, he gets the gist.
“You’re inferior, human,” the Dominar continues. “I hope your master’s stay here is brief. I’ll breathe easier when your filth is gone.”
I watch him walk away, holding back my tears until he’s out of sight.
Though I never fully believed the aliens’ claim that humanity was doomed without their intervention, it’s getting harder to deny. Some Dominars like humans, and clearly some hate us—but they’re all on the same page about our likely fate.
As time wears on, Lonti dozes off beside me. Apparently being bound in a standing position with a plug in her backside isn’t that big a deal. For me, it’s too distracting, even though I am tired. It feels like hours are going by while Forta’s gone—the sky darkens gradually, much slower than it would on Earth in the evening—or it just feels like a long time. It’s so hard to tell, except that one by one, the other pets locked up around me get released by their returning masters. By the time night falls fully, only Lonti and I are left, and I’m close to drifting to sleep as well. If only I could lie down on my chest, maybe I could ignore my plug and throbbing backside. I’m still awake when a Dominar approaches me. Seeing him rouses me—I’m ready to have some words with my so-called master. However, the man I see is not Forta. Though tall and muscular like any other Dominar, his skin is ash gray, and a thick black tumbleweed of a beard hangs from his chin. He walks right up to me and begins raking my figure with his eyes.
“You’re a very beautiful pet,” he says. “Among the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”
His shameless stare bores down on me, and I can’t help shivering, especially when he steps around behind me and crouches down. He stands so close, I can feel his breath against my ass.
“Look at these marks. So precise, so dark—they must have really hurt. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to see it. I’d love to know the kinds of sounds you made. They must have been delightful.”
I never thought I’d want Forta to come back so badly as I do right now.
“Oh, how she recoils,” the alien says. “You have nothing to fear, human. My name’s Kaizel. I’m a Dominar, which means I know the rules. I won’t touch you.”
That doesn’t make me feel much better. I could swear I felt the bristles of his disgusting beard; my skin itches just thinking about it.
“Isn’t it ironic?” he continues. “If I were a human, then you’d really be in trouble. I’d have my way with you right here, to hell with the consequences. That’s what humans do. They’re animals. You must know that, or you wouldn’t be here now, strung up and left to wait.”
I can’t help starting to cry—maybe he wouldn’t bother me if I wasn’t so exhausted, or if the pain of my flogging wasn’t lingering like an oblivious party guest. Now I’m even starting to get a little cold, without the warmth of daylight.
“Your master must have a great tolerance for inferior species. I hope he at least keeps you in a cage when he’s not around. Does he, human?”
I don’t know what he’ll do if I ignore him, so I nod.
“That’s good. Your master might not have very good taste, but at least he has some sense. It doesn’t matter how attractive your features may be, or how you sound when you get whipped—humans will always be a failure of the Dominar Empire. You will always be a stain on our glorious history, made all the more insulting by the fact you considered yourselves, until recently, the pinnacle of civilization in the universe. What a joke.”
As he speaks my tears stop, and the embers that were smoking in my chest roar back to life.
“You are utterly unworthy of leaving Earth, let alone setting foot on the sacred soil of Dokkedex. Your master should be ashamed.”
The only thing you’re worthy of is my fist in your face, you asshole.
Kaizel growls, perhaps reading the bile in my body language. “Beg your master to take you home,” he adds before leaving. “And tell him to leave you there, where you belong.”
Gladly, you dick. If Earth is the last place in the galaxy he’d ever go, then that’s where I want to be.
* * *
Forta’s face falls when he finally returns with Moin. “You look miserable, Melody,” he says, loosening my bindings without hesitation. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner. I tried to leave several times, but the faction had many questions.” He holds me carefully, lowering us both to the ground and cradling me in his lap. My arms and legs are so sore, there’s no chance I could stand—let alone walk. At the same time, Moin releases Lonti, who slumps into his arms, though she grins at her master and wraps her arms around him.
“Was it so bad?” Forta asks, slipping the gag out of my mouth. He lets it rest against my neck, then strokes back my wind-tousled hair.
Where would I even start on that question? I’m so overwhelmed, I just start crying again.
“We’ll leave you alone,” Moin whispers. “Until next time, my friend.”
Forta nods to him, and they go.
Despite all the hate that flowed through me in the past few hours—for the Dominars as a race, for several members in particular and for Forta—it still feels good to be surrounded by his powerful arms. Tender touches bring me comfort, despite the inescapable presence of the plug still in my ass. After a few minutes, I’m done—I can’t cry another tear, and I just don’t have the energy to be mad. Forta’s soothing presence has quelled the pain, at least for the moment.
Everything is so messed up—the man who helped make me miserable for hours needed a minuscule fraction of that time to make me feel better. I’m more upset by the way the other Dominars acted—the things Kaizel said—than the part where I was tied up and flogged. Whatever happened to sticks and stones?
I tolerated the sticks and stones; it was the words that hurt me.
“Tell me what’s wrong, pet,” Forta says at last, his voice patient but still demanding an answer.
“I’m overwhelmed,” I reply. “It’s all too confusing. What’s good isn’t supposed to be good, and what’s bad ought to be worse.”
I don’t know if he understands that, but he doesn’t argue, he just keeps rubbing my arm and stroking my hair. Finally, he kisses my forehead. “You’ve been brave, Melody. This would be a lot for anyone.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He takes a deep breath. “I’m proud of you.”
I slip his grasp enough to turn over; I want to face him. “You’re not ashamed?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “No. You’ve impressed me greatly.”
“For a human?”
He looks into my eyes, a frown tugging at his lips. “Why do you say that?”
“Do you think less of me because I’m human?” I reply, pushing myself off of him. I sound out my words slowly, wanting to be totally clear.
Forta sighs. “I used to have... opinions... of humans. I still do. But not all. I think well of you, pet, or I would not have brought you here.”
I’m not sure whether to be put at ease by that. “Do you think I’m inferior to you?”
He smirks for a moment, but buries it immediately. “You are subservient to me. By definition, yo
u are inferior. But I have respect for you, Melody. You’re courageous, resilient, and intelligent. You are young and lack experience, but wise for your years. There are humans twice your age with half of your sense.”
“Thank you,” I say, allowing Forta to take me back into his arms. “I appreciate that.”
“While I was gone... were you disparaged for being human?”
“Yes, Master. More than once. It was very upsetting.”
I feel Forta’s growl reverberate through his chest. Then he rises, lifting me in his arms, and begins to march. I don’t ask where he’s taking me, or to be let down—it feels good to be in his grasp, even though he still hasn’t granted permission for me to take out the plug. At least I’m getting used to its presence.
Forta walks us a short way, and only bids me to stand on my own when we reach the entrance to one of the many skyscrapers. “Follow me,” he says, leading me through a lobby seemingly made entirely of stone, then down a set of stairs. We enter a small antechamber filled with a rhythmic thumping noise.
“Tell your nanites to make a hologram of the man who insulted you.”
“I can do that?”
Forta nods. “When I allow it.”
I do as he asks, though I don’t really do anything—I just think it. Sure enough, a hologram materializes in front of us. “He said his name is Kaizel.”
Forta’s sour expression curdles more. He takes my hand and we go.
Music blasts us when the chamber’s door opens, and I realize this is a club—an alien club! It’s not that much different from the ones on Earth—excessively loud beats, a bar, strobe lighting, dancers on a stage... Then again, there are also naked dancers in cages—the slap of whips against flesh, and pets crying out in pain.
“There he is,” Forta says, spotting Kaizel by the bar laughing with a group of Dominars.
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