His Human Pet

by Stella Rising

  And let him win? No!

  At least... not yet.

  Feeling the punishment all over now, I can’t help slowing down every so often, trying to collect myself. Every time I do, though, Forta takes the opportunity to swat my backside a few times, flicking his wrist back and forth with ease. My ass burns more each time, as if each individual tendril makes a fresh mark. The slapping sounds carry over the land like an ongoing commentary of my torment.

  Commentary...

  There’s a loophole in the rules in this game!

  “I admit, this is very imaginative, Master,” I say, putting on my most submissive smile.

  He catches up to me and pulls me in for a kiss. “Thank you, pet. I appreciate that.”

  “You’re welcome. I guess I was wrong. So if you wanted to stop...”

  Forta laughs out loud. “Do you want to stop?”

  Damn.

  “No, Master. Just offering, in case you wanted to—”

  “I don’t.”

  Damn damn damn!

  “Okay, Master,” I sigh. “But can we please turn around?”

  “Are you begging to turn around?”

  I nod, facing the ground to hide my frustration. “Yes, Master.”

  “Fine,” he says, stroking the side of my ass with the flogger until I pivot on my feet to face the cliffs. Though it’s getting dark, I can see their outline against the navy blue sky. My jaw drops when I realize how much ground we covered.

  I try walking fast, hoping to save myself from some of the floggings, but I have to be extra careful in the dark. Maybe Forta can see where he’s going by starlight alone, but I need to keep my eyes trained on the ground. Every vine threatens to trip me up, and so I often end up stopping to extricate a foot, only to get a swat to the rear. By the time we get back, every inch of my ass burns, radiating heat against the rising evening winds.

  More pressing than my punished backside, however, is the powerful yearning alive inside my pussy. Every second slows to a freeze frame, the hunger tearing at my perception. I need to come bad—so when we reach Forta’s ship, I can’t stand it any longer, and I beg again.

  “Please, Master,” I say, looking down at the cord still stuck between my swollen folds. “You win. I’m begging you.”

  He grins, shutting the hatch behind us. “You’ve begged twice. That’s not much. My imagination can do better than that.”

  I groan, slumping against the bulkhead. Forta sets about untying me and removes the clamps from my nipples. While it is a relief to be free, it doesn’t help sate my true desire.

  Then Forta does the worst thing I could possibly imagine. He retrieves what looks like a pair of panties—sky blue and skimpy, I think they look very pretty. At Forta’s command, I put them on and give a twirl.

  “Very nice,” he says, stroking his rod through the tent in his shorts.

  I reach down to slip a finger into the panties when I feel the garment tighten, sealing off my drenched opening.

  “What’s this?” I ask, panic ringing an alarm in my skull.

  “Go ahead, pet. Play.”

  I run my hands over the smooth fabric, though now it feels more like a solid coating than cloth. Pressing my fingers against my clit produces no sensation, and I can’t get my hand into the panties. I try flexing, but the garment flexes with me, seemingly stretching and constricting exactly as needed.

  Oh, god. No no no!

  “Master, please!” I cry, rubbing furiously between my legs but feeling nothing. “Take this off me, I need to come!”

  “Soon, pet,” he replies.

  To compound my suffering, my telerings activate, raising my wrists up to the level of my neck and spreading out my arms. I can’t turn my body without my arms following—the position of my wrists and collar are locked. It’s not as bad as having my arms twisted behind my back like before, but the pleasure of being bound goes straight to my aching pussy.

  “On your knees.”

  Groaning, I comply with his order. It’s not so easy without the use of my arms, but I manage, crouching low and then setting down one knee at a time. Forta takes off his clothes, and the sight of his rigid cock causes a spasm in my core that nearly makes me cry.

  “Make me come fast, pet, if you want to come before daybreak.”

  No way. No, there is no way in hell he’d make me wait until tomorrow. I’d be up all night, screaming like a cat in heat! He wouldn’t.

  Wanna bet?

  I don’t need any more encouragement from my subconscious—I open my mouth and take in his shaft like my life depends on it. Tasting his salt, feeling his steely erection jerk against my tongue, I get a little satisfaction that this game left him just as hungry as me. I suck hard, bobbing with my entire body, thanks to the telerings. Drool runs down my chin and drips on my knees, and my gasping keeps Forta’s rod harder than granite. Focusing on him actually helps distract me from my own powerful craving. Rolling my tongue around his shaft, tightening my lips around it, opening my throat to swallow inch after inch of his manhood—it’s overwhelming, but I’ve never been so passionately motivated. Like losing my composure during an intense orgasm, my consciousness drifts into another plane, and I become nothing—just a task, and a will to complete it.

  I don’t know how long it takes Forta to climax, but it can’t be more than a few minutes. He pulls out of my mouth at the last moment, shooting his seed across my face. I hold out my tongue on instinct—I’ve never done it before. He strokes and shakes his cock, coaxing out every milky drop, letting them land on my tongue. When he’s done, I lick around my face as much as I can, though I can still feel his sticky essence all over.

  “Very good, pet,” he says, smiling and catching his breath. “Have a good night.”

  “What!” I scream, nearly seeing red. “Please, Master! You said—”

  The panties loosen—I feel it like a divine kiss.

  “I had to hear you beg first,” Forta says, reaching between my legs and driving his fingers into my eager pussy.

  You basta—ohhhhhh.

  My fury dies as quick as it rose, although I try to file away a mental note to give him hell for that. Later though—now I clench his fingers so hard I could break them. He uses his free hand to reach around my back and pull me into a real kiss. Bliss fills me with every thrust of his fingers and every caress on my clit.

  “Tonight you and I brokered an official inter-species, planetary policy. How many battery factory workers can say that? How many humans?”

  Some part of my brain registers his words.

  “You lost our game, but you played it well, pet,” he continues, pumping his fingers faster now. “Melody, when we get back to Earth, don’t limit yourself. You can do anything.”

  “Thank you... Master,” I rasp. “I... promise.” Lost in ecstasy, I wonder why no one on Earth could ever make me feel this way.

  “Good. Now beg me to let you come.”

  I beg. I beg over and over.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Forta and I spend the next few weeks playing his cruel but ultimately satisfying games. Whether in his ship, our cave, or the long ravine, he always finds creative ways to bind and torment me. He ultimately gives me the relief I need, but sometimes I have to ask really, really nicely.

  As much as I enjoy the extraordinary pleasure we achieve together, I find myself drawn more and more to our little talks. It’s not uncommon for him to tie me up with cords and then spoon me in his lap for hours. I learn a deep appreciation for being helpless—to the point where being free feels unexciting. I crave the grip of restraints—without them, I get bored.

  One day, Forta’s pitched a camp atop the cliffs, and has left me stretched out on the rocks to tan. What kind of vacation would it be if I didn’t return nicely bronzed? With a pillow beneath my head I’m fairly comfortable, though with ropes encircling my body from numerous angles and in some sensitive places, I’m a little concerned about how my tan lines will look.

  “Master, as muc
h as I’m enjoying this, I kinda feel like bait for tonight’s dinner,” I say, feeling the sun’s warmth washing over my skin.

  Forta laughs. “Neesees can scent prey from many miles away. I bet you smell delicious.”

  “That’s not funny,” I pout, wriggling in my bonds.

  He chuckles some more. “I was hunting them by my fifth year, pet. In the thousands of years since, I’ve bested creatures on countless worlds. You’ll be fine. I promise.”

  “I know. Thank you, Master... what’s the biggest, meanest creature you ever killed?”

  Thinking about it a moment, his eyes widen, but his lips rise. “Hundreds of years ago, I manned an outpost on Milep. There was an attack. Initially, I thought it was an earthquake. It wasn’t.”

  Holy shit.

  “I tried to evacuate, but there was no time. The world gave way beneath me, as if a sinkhole had opened up under my station. Trying to escape, I discovered the truth: the entire building had been swallowed whole. A snake the size of a skyscraper had tunneled through the ground and eaten it—and if it hadn’t been of Dominar construction, it would have collapsed, killing me.”

  “How did you get out?”

  “Milep is a mining world, so the station had plenty of explosives. I grabbed as many as I could carry and loaded them into mining drones, then shot them off. Together they punched a hole through the creature’s side, allowing me to escape.”

  “Wow,” I say, but Forta’s not finished.

  “The explosions hurt the snake, but didn’t kill it. As I rocketed my way out of its stomach, it let out a roar that shook the ground. It saw me and tried to lash at me with its head. The battle suit I wore had two mounted guns and a cache of missiles—I fired all of it at the creature’s eye, wounding it. Still, it was not dead. It chased me for six days across the surface of Milep, leveling entire forests and crushing other mining towns. My suit was low on fuel—this almost never happens. I had no more missiles to fire. Running out of options, I hid in the only place it couldn’t go: back inside my base, in its stomach.”

  Is he serious? There’s no way.

  “It was still there?” I ask, not hiding my incredulity.

  Forta nods. “It was indigestible, and the hole I blew to get out hadn’t healed. So I flew back inside, sending the creature into a terrible fit—for hours it searched for me, all of which I spent braced for impact, holding on for life. When it finally stopped to rest, I refueled my suit, reloaded my weaponry, and armed every single explosive left in the base, setting them to detonate within three minutes. I flew out its stomach and tried to escape, but it gave chase. With seconds left, I turned in the air and fired my weapons once more, forcing the creature to stop—and then there was a blast like a supernova. It tore the snake in half, finally killing the damn thing. After a week, my distress beacon reached the Dominus, and soon after I had my next assignment.”

  Forta laughs, shaking his head. “Still one of my fondest memories.”

  Unbelievable.

  “You’re a crazy person,” I say.

  He lies down next to me and kisses my forehead. “You haven’t lived until you’ve defied death.”

  I sigh. “Then, I guess I haven’t lived.”

  His smile fades, and he brushes my hair out of my face. “Sorry, Melody. I didn’t mean that. Your life on Earth—”

  “Is boring,” I interrupt. “I grew up in a small, unimportant town surrounded by ordinary people and I’m going to spend my life making batteries with a thousand other nobodies.”

  “Hey!” Forta barks. “Stop it, Melody. Life isn’t about having grand adventures and fighting space snakes—life is enjoying your time with the people you love. And your life will have that, always.”

  Tears leak down my face. “How? My father’s going to be in jail for a long, long time. My mother is gone. My best friend moved away. And I don’t want to spend my life making batteries. When it was still carburetors, and I thought I’d work with my dad it didn’t sound so bad, but if he’s not there... I don’t want to stay in Ontego for the rest of my life.”

  “You don’t have to,” Forta says. “You can do anything.”

  “I’ve gotten pretty good at waiting around in a cage,” I mutter. “I guess my entire life prepared me for that.”

  “Melody, on Earth you can be a pet at night and a woman by day. Submission is a part of you—not all.”

  Maybe he’s right, though I have to wonder. “Don’t Dominars keep their pets in servitude all the time?”

  He nods. “Many, yes. Not all. And if you’re back on Earth, with a human...”

  Trailing off, he doesn’t finish the thought. Fresh tears burn my eyes. I know I’ll be returning to Earth when our deal ends, but... the possibility—likelihood, even—of not seeing Forta anymore grips my guts like an icy claw.

  When I look at Forta, his face is a stoic mask. Is he saddened for the same reason as me, and hiding it?

  “Look, Melody: you’ve left Ontego, gone farther than any human you have ever met. How can you go back and live there your whole life?”

  He’s changed the subject, but I let it go. He’s not wrong. “I know. If my father is going to be in jail, there’s no reason for me to stick around. I’ll travel. I may not explore the galaxy, but I can see plenty on Earth.” And when our deal is done, I may never see Forta again except on TV, but it’ll be okay. I learned a lot on this trip.

  He smiles a bit sadly, caressing my breast. “You’ll never want to stop seeing new things. It becomes a need as strong as breathing. That’s why I was not mad about being assigned to Earth. I wanted to see it. And, I got to meet you.” Forta kisses me, and I kiss him back; it makes me feel better, even if the end of our vacation tastes bittersweet.

  Then he pauses mid-kiss; against my cheek, I can feel his lips curl into a grin. “I have an idea,” he says, jumping into the work of untying my ankles and knees. When he finishes, he lifts me to my feet and gives my ass a stinging slap. “Tonight we’re going to the city.”

  I groan, recalling the first night we visited there—it had been painful and humiliating, and not in the ways I like. “Master, do we have to?” I ask, looking at my body. Sure enough, white lines cross my thighs and chest, indicating where I was tied.

  “Don’t worry. Tonight you’re not my pet. You’re my date.”

  * * *

  Tight, slinky, and faintly glowing, my dress draws a lot of eyes as Forta walks me down Dokke City’s broadest avenue. I knew his ship had a machine to fabricate materials and devices, but I doubt it’s often tasked with creating elegant evening wear.

  Our arms locked together, we stroll leisurely to our destination: a restaurant Forta promises is the nicest on the planet. Of course, he insists on us walking a good half mile because there’s a plug in my ass, and because he wants to show me off.

  Making every step a challenge, he orders me to maintain an expression of ‘serenity and contentment’—every time I wince I receive a small jolt in my rear.

  “Just how much of a jolt is it—” I start to ask, only to receive my answer. A sharp, electric sting grips me from behind; it’s not bad enough to double me over in pain, but it’s not an experience I’d choose to repeat.

  Thankfully, I don’t mind being exhibited for Forta’s enjoyment. In this case, I like the attention—even though the other Dominars can probably guess there’s more to my situation than meets the eye. Getting shocked on occasion leaves my hole sore and sensitive, but keeps me in a state of eager anticipation for the night to come.

  While I’ve grown plenty fond of wild game roasted over a campfire, it doesn’t compare to the sublime dinner we share. The restaurant lives up to its reputation, serving us fine filets of meat, dishes of delectable pasta, and crisp, creative salads. Forta and I taste each other’s meals, all of it spectacular.

  “Doesn’t a place like this have some kind of insane waiting list?” I ask, shifting on my plug.

  “I made reservations,” Forta replies, biting back a smirk.
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  “When?”

  “The day we left Earth.”

  My face flushes. I don’t even know what to say to that. “You... thought about bringing me here... back then?”

  He nods. “You’re a catch, Ms. Grant. I’ve always wanted to come here with someone truly special.”

  My insides feel like they’re melting, and I have to put my hands on the table not to collapse entirely. “Thank you for this. I can’t even begin to say what that means to me.”

  “You’re welcome.” He raises a glass, and I lift mine to meet it. We drink, smiling at each other. Our golden sparkling wine is sweet and invigorating.

  Sighing, I stare into Forta’s dreamy purple eyes. “I know our deal was about punishing me, but I’ve enjoyed our time together. I’ll be sad to see it end.”

  “Me too,” he says, refilling our glasses. “What will you do, once we get back?”

  Ugh.

  I’ve held off thinking about it for as long as possible, but I guess I’m going to have to start. “Visit my father, I guess. It’ll be good to see him, but it’s going to be sad too. Then I’ll probably have to take a job at the factory, at least until I figure out what to do next. Sell our house, maybe—it’ll be too big for just me. What about you?”

  Forta chuckles. “Another ninety-eight years on Earth. But now I don’t dread it. I will explore Yellowstone, the Appalachian Trail, the Alaskan wilderness... and not just my region. The whole planet. I’ll miss Dokkedex, but I’ll have very fond memories, thanks to you.”

  “I feel the same,” I say.

  He gets up from his seat and takes me by the hand. “Come on. It’s our last night here. We’ll make it count.”

  “Yes, Master,” I reply, feeling a rush of warmth in my core. I won’t have to worry about the plug shocking me on our way back—nothing could wipe the smile from my face.

  One thing comes close, though: as we exit the restaurant, I sweep my eyes across the room. At least a dozen of the other patrons are watching us, glowering as we pass. Their hateful stares burn into the back of my head.

  What’s their problem? Should I say something to Forta?