by Loki Renard
His fingers ran lightly under her chin. “You were desperate. Tired of your planet, of the people, of the conditions you were forced to endure, a lifetime of servitude without any of the benefits.”
“It wasn’t that bad. I chose my life.”
“Did you? Did you choose where you were born, or what things cost, or what you needed to do to obtain the pittance needed to survive?”
“I was in college. I was going to make a life for myself once I had gotten educated.”
“What were you educating yourself in?”
“I was doing an arts degree. It’s like, a general education about all sorts of things.”
“Ah. Well, this will also be a general education about all sorts of things,” Dominax said, far too cheerfully for her liking. She was unable to come to immediate terms with the fact she had been alien abducted. She half expected to wake up and find it was all a dream, but that would be a cliché.
“You should take me back. I don’t belong here. I don’t want…”
Again, he silenced her with a kiss, but had to break it again to give her the bad news.
“Fate has chosen your path. I have chosen you. There is no choice anymore, pet, there is only surrender.”
His words made her instantly start to panic. When he offered her riches, she was drawn to a bright future. But when he stared down at her with that impenetrably dark gaze and spoke of surrender, she was much less keen.
“Okay, so no.”
“What do you mean by no?”
It figured that a creature like him literally didn't understand the word no. He’d probably never heard it. It probably didn’t magically translate to his native tongue.
“I mean, no. You can’t make me surrender. You can’t make me be your pet, whatever that means. When I agreed to go with you, I thought you meant that we would go somewhere and get high or something. I didn’t think you’d abduct me from my fucking planet.”
“Ah, I see what is happening,” Dominax purred. “You’re not angry. You’re afraid.”
“Don’t psychoanalyze me. I know when I’m angry, and I’m angry. You stole me from my life. My whole world. Take me back. Now.”
“No.”
His refusal was flat, and firm, and without emotion.
“I won’t be your pet,” she declared with bravery she did not feel. “I’ll fight you. I’ll never do what you want. I’ll be like a bird in a cage that bites you every time you put your finger in.”
“And I will be the one who tames you.” He smiled back at her, unconcerned by her outburst and promises of disobedience. “It is inevitable, pet. A king knows how to break a brat.”
“I’m not a brat.”
“Yes, you are. Of course you are. A good, sensible girl would never have met my gaze. Would never have spoken to me. Would never have agreed to leave her planet. That’s right, pet,” he reminded her, tapping her gently on the nose with his forefinger. “You agreed to this.”
“I didn’t understand what was happening.”
“People rarely do,” he said dismissively. “We are landing, pet. Ready yourself for a new world.”
She was absolutely not ready for a new world. She wanted her old world. Her shitty little apartment which cost too much and had to be shared with three others. They’d report her missing, probably. But nobody would ever find her. She’d become a mystery. Another face in a long series of faces forever gone from their loved ones.
“What about my family?”
“What about your family?” Dominax asked the question with casual interest, as if he didn’t understand what she was trying to get at.
“They’ll miss me.”
“Will they?”
The answer was actually no, but she didn’t want to say that. She had never known her father, and her mother was an inmate at an institution for the criminally insane. That sounded a lot more interesting than it really was.
“No. But still.”
“Why won’t they miss you?”
She wished she hadn’t brought them up. “Because my father doesn’t care if I exist, and my mother thinks the CIA is watching her with spy birds.”
“They could be.”
“I know,” Katie sighed. “But it doesn’t give her a lot of time for being a mom. Especially not after the incident.”
“There was an incident?”
“I don’t like to talk about it.”
“Well, let’s not talk about it, then,” Dominax said evenly.
“What is this place called, anyway?” Katie changed the subject with a question.
“In our tongue, it is Homeworld.”
“Which brings me to my next question. How are you speaking English?”
He looked at her and smiled enigmatically. Apparently, that was all the explanation she was going to get.
A heavy CLUNK heralded their arrival. In all the arguing, they’d completely missed the bumps and judders of re-entry. She had travelled across space and time. And she’d done it buck ass naked.
“We’re here?”
“We are here,” he said. “Come, you must be curious.”
She was curious. She thought about being afraid, but fear was something calibrated to the human experience. She could be afraid of losing her job, or maybe afraid of snakes or spiders. But it had never occurred to her to be afraid of a new planet of flying aliens. Her DNA and ancestral memories were completely useless in facing this challenge.
Dominax took her by the hand and led her from the contained space she had woken up in, down a series of metallic halls and then out into a bright dawn blasting through an opening in the ship’s side, where the gangway had been extended down onto a rocky red surface riddled with cracks.
A blazing blood-red sun cast its glow over the terrain, which was as desolate as it was impressive.
“You are the first human to ever see Homeworld,” Dominax said, his hand moving from hers to the back of her neck. “This is a great honor. I hope you can enjoy it rather than spending your time in petty attempts at rebellion.”
The sight completely took her breath away. It wasn’t that this world was beautiful. It wasn’t beautiful. It was terrifyingly, awe-inspiringly spectacular. As far as the eye could see, there were great mountains which rose to plateaus of various sizes, none of them bigger than Manhattan that she could see. Every one of them had sheer cliffs many hundreds of feet tall leading down to…
Suddenly, the king’s wings made sense. Only creatures capable of flight could survive on a world such as this one. At the base of every island was an ocean, not of water, but of what looked like lava. It bubbled and moved with viscous intensity and there was a constant dry heat which strongly suggested that everything was pretty much on fire all the time.
This was a world of reverse volcanoes. All the lava lay outside the mountainous landmasses, and all existence had to take place atop those relatively narrow precipices. Here and there, some were joined with land bridges, but even at a distance, Katie could see how they crumbled. Before her very eyes, one such a structure began to puff dust into the air before sliding unceremoniously into the boiling lava below.
They’d never have a problem with waste disposal, she thought to herself. You could throw things into a lava ocean and not worry about them until the end of time. That made her wonder why humans had never just tried throwing all their rubbish into volcanoes rather than into the sea. Transportation costs, probably.
“Stay away from the edges,” Dominax said, hooking a finger into her collar and drawing her back from the verge of the cliff where she was drawn like a moth to a flame.
“We can fly, but you will only fall.”
“I’m familiar with gravity… OW!”
She complained as his palm met her ass with a firm swat, swung away, and then returned again to sting her terribly.
“That is enough of the attitude, pet,” Dominax cautioned her. “This world is far more dangerous than the one you left. That collar you railed against is the very least of your
concerns here, where only the winged may move safely. You will be confined here, at Royal Rock. There is a space of ten of your Earth hectares here. It is quite expansive, though one of those hectares is occupied by the palace, as you can see.” He gestured toward the massive fucking palace which rose from the rocks in an impressive fashion.
Being from New York, Katie was used to really big buildings sitting around attempting to be impressive. She hadn’t bothered to pay attention to the palace at first, distracted by the strange and wondrous nature of the world at large. But, now she looked properly, she had to admit that it was much more impressive than even the most impressive of human buildings, or at least, the ones she had seen. It reminded her of something exotic and perhaps ancient, ornately carved from a mountain, the beast of a place was as large as an entire city block. It looked solid and foreboding, but also intricate. There was a lot of the building outside the building, walkways and parapets, and big sweeping paths which looked just about steep enough to slide down on one of the trays from work… In some respects, it looked like a palace with bits of its insides sticking out.
It must have taken the work of many great artists to achieve the effects she was seeing, even at a distance it was obvious that every inch of the palace was carved with ornate designs. Being able to fly probably made that a lot easier.
“It is said one can stare at Royal Rock from sunrise to sunset every day for an entire solar cycle and still not observe every detail,” Dominax said proudly. “Generations have put their marks on the place. This is more than a building. This is living history.”
“Pretty cool, I guess,” Katie said.
“You guess,” Dominax replied with dark humor. “Because you’re not certain you are in the presence of a work of art greater than any still in existence on your own planet?”
“I mean, I think we have rock houses there too…”
Dominax opened his mouth as if to say something outraged, but he must have caught the glint in her eye, for his own dark gaze narrowed, and a low growl emerged from the royal throat.
“You seek to provoke me, human. That is not wise. As my pet, your attitude must become one of submission and obedience.”
“Oh. Well. You picked the wrong girl. And the wrong city,” Katie replied. “New Yorkers don’t really do obedience.”
“You will learn to, or you will be a very sore, very sorry human.”
“What are you going to do? Are you gonna… OW!”
What he was going to do, apparently, was spank her way too fucking hard on the bare ass with his massive alien hand.
“You dick!”
That was not what he wanted to hear, apparently. Hearing her curse, he grabbed her more firmly by the back of the neck and started spanking her with hard slaps which covered far too much of her ass for comfort and made both her skin and her pride blaze with humiliation.
On the precipice of a new world, Katie did battle with the alien king who had claimed her and now planned to make her submit to his rule. She was losing, obviously. He had complete physical control of her, and she had nothing but threats to offer in return.
“Take me home, or I will make you regret the moment you met me,” she vowed ferociously.
3 Fucking Flying
Dominax laughed as his pet squirmed helplessly in his grasp, her bare ass receiving several more slaps more for his own amusement than anything.
She would suffer. She would mourn. She would wail. She would be very, very sore. But in the end, she would be happy. He had no doubt about that.
This spanking was nothing more than a warning. It was not a serious punishment, though it obviously had an effect on her. She could not stop squirming and cursing, and soon he heard her voice start to crack with frustration as she reached the verge of tears. It was then that Dominax decided to show mercy again.
“Come, pet, if you are tired of having your flesh heated, you can explore your new home.”
“You can’t hit me.”
“Of course I can. I am the king. I can do with you as I please.”
“Asshole,” she muttered to herself.
He spanked her again for that insolence. She was mouthy, that much was for sure. He might let her be a little sassy as time went on, but for the moment he had to teach her something like discipline, if only to keep her from causing chaos in his court.
Katie’s yowl was swallowed up by the sound of a dozen wings beating the air. A small phalanx of warriors had come to meet them. His royal guard had anticipated his arrival, as had many of the courtiers and more than one or two high-ranking merchants who were all no doubt eager for an audience with the king.
His pet stopped squirming as they landed, and instead stared with wide eyes.
“Welcome home, King Dominax,” Esther greeted him, dropping into a low bow.
She was the head guard of the royal flight, a military force capable of crushing any rebellion on the planet, or repelling any who might be foolish enough to invade this world of cliffs and lava. Only the Homelanders were evolutionarily suited for such a task. She was a formidable warrior, and apparently, frightened his pet more than he did.
Holy fuck… Katie whispered to herself.
She was staring at a female like Dominax. She hadn’t bothered to think about what the female of his species might look like. This one was built almost as powerfully as Dominax himself. The soldier wore a golden skirt, but was shirtless. Her breasts were displayed bare, without any obvious shame. Her physique was very strong, much more muscly than any human woman could have managed naturally.
Katie had to fight the urge to hide behind Dominax as the female looked at her with those dark eyes, the expression on her beautiful face entirely neutral.
Katie was also naked, but somehow her nakedness did not seem nearly as impressive. She tried not to stare, in case that was rude. But how could she not? Golden hair cascaded over the female’s shoulders. Her face was even more beautiful than Dominax’s thanks to a slight narrowing and angle of the eyes and a general softening. It was like looking at a Victoria’s Secret angel on steroids.
One after the other, more of Dominax’s kind landed, and soon she was outnumbered by a factor of two times twelve by ultra-muscular, winged alien angels.
All of them were impressive specimens. According to Dominax, the entire planet was covered in creatures like these. And here she was, a human among what felt to her like gods.
“This is my new pet,” Dominax said, nudging Katie forward beneath the dark gaze of the flying valkyrie.
“Uhm. Hi,” Katie said nervously.
She didn’t know why she was so stunned by the female version of Dominax. Internalized sexism or something? There was probably a book on the reason in the reading list she had been ignoring all semester.
This place was inhabited by alien angels, but looked like hell. An ironic juxtaposition, is what she would have written if she were describing this strange planet for a college essay. But she wasn’t writing anything. She was just staring, dumbfounded, and more than a little overwhelmed as even more of the Homelanders swooped out of the sky to greet their king.
Some were male, others female. All were stunning. Katie was very small and slight by comparison, much shorter than they were and much less… well, everything. She suddenly understood why Dominax referred to her as his pet. She could never be an equal to these incredible creatures of beauty and power.
“I will be attending to matters of state very soon,” Dominax declared. “First, I must attend to my new pet. She is freshly caught, and in need of care.”
With that, he wrapped an arm around her waist, beat his wings, and lifted her into the air. It was not like it was the first time he lifted her up. There was no golden, soothing light welcoming her to what felt like home. There was just the power of the alien who was wrapped all around her, his muscular frame and broad wingspan the only thing keeping her from falling to her death.
She clung to him, screaming. She had never liked heights. She had never cared for
planes. Even going up to the top of her apartment building was too much for her, and now, suddenly, she was far too far above the ground and relying on the kindness of this alien king to protect her from the fall.
“Shh, settle,” he soothed. “You’re safe. It’s alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
He was capable of real tenderness and kindness, but he was also her abductor and captor, and soft touches couldn’t change that.
“I’m not safe. I hate this place. I hate heights. I hate you. Take me home!” She screamed the words to the wind as it rushed by her, leaving her with no choice but to cling to Dominax and squeeze her eyes super tight until she felt something beneath her feet again.
He carried her above the remarkable palace, to a spire set at the very top of it all, and placed her down on an extension of rock which jutted out from the palace proper and gave her an almost three hundred and sixty degree view of the hell planet.
His pet was trembling as he let her down onto solid ground. He expected her to pull away, but instead she clung to him, as if he were the only solid thing in existence.
The sounds she was making were utterly pitiful, soft whimpers and little cries. He could feel the wetness of her tears against his chest and neck.
“My poor little pet,” he crooned. “Let me take care of you. There is no reason to fear anymore.”
She replied with nothing more than a helpless little whimper, retreating into the pre-verbal state of an animal.
Dominax kissed her lips, her ears, her neck. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. He did everything but that which she asked. He would never set her free. Once he collared his pet, only death could part them. Her whimpers did not please him. He did not want to panic or sadden his pet. He had chosen her because when she walked through the dark city, he had found her with a certain bearing which told him she was not easily frightened.
Yet, already he had terrified her. That was unfortunate. But perhaps, useful. Her boldness made her headstrong, and also unruly. A little fear would not be bad for his pet.