by Loki Renard
“Jesus, chill. It’s not that big of a deal. I’m just saying, the only thing you got here is this massive palace, and then all that lava out there. Where are all the others?”
“Some might call this sufficient, especially for a pet who came from a place where humans live their entire lives inside six by twelve boxes.”
“Some might,” she shrugged. “Mine was ten by four feet, but I could leave it and go anywhere in the city I wanted. This place is dead. I haven’t even seen anyone in the palace besides a couple of servants. In New York, there would be like, a million people here.”
Dominax gave her one of those serious looks. “You have seen almost nothing of this place, and judged it lacking. You are human through and through.”
“You don't know humans.”
“You don’t know me, pet.”
“And you don’t know me,” she threw back.
“I will get to know you in the course of your captivity, and you will get to know me. You may even come to love me, as I already love you.”
“Oh fuck off, you do not love me!” Her exclamation was almost offended. Did he really think she was so stupid that she’d believe a king like him loved her?
“Love is an act. It is caring for someone. It is looking after them and their best interests. It is also making a commitment to them. I will look after you. I will commit to you. You will find your place here. And if you behave yourself, it will be a pleasurable experience.”
She laughed.
It was becoming very apparent to Dominax that his new pet suffered from an extreme lack of anything approximating a sense of discipline. She was willing and exciting in bed, but outside of it she was what he had heard some people during his brief stay on Earth call a “dumpster fire.”
“There is much to this world beyond the palace, but I have no intention of letting you out among the populace until you are well trained. That means being obedient in action and speech.”
“That means suck my balls and take me back to Earth if you don’t like it.”
The sudden outburst of rudeness took him aback. There it was again, that flash of temper which made no sense to him. One moment they were talking, and the next she was basically begging to be beaten.
“I have caged you. Spanked you. Fucked you, and still you give me this attitude. I think you like pain, human. I think you crave punishment.”
“That’s obviously bullshit. I don’t like being punished.”
“Is it? I met you at 9:15 am.”
“So?”
“Investigation has revealed that your shift would have started at your place of work at 9:00 am, according to your human clock time.”
“So?”
“So, you were late. Perhaps tempting your manager to punish you in some way.”
“Or maybe I slept through my alarm.”
“Maybe. Maybe you were also on the verge of dropping out of your college course. This is a phrase I discovered the use of when investigating your history on Earth.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“You,” he said, tapping her nose with his finger in that irritating way he had of both making her feel small, and making her want to sneeze. “Are a brat. And brats want one thing: to be punished.”
“A, that’s not true, and B, how would you know? You don’t know anything about people. You took me from my planet and now you’re acting like you know me just because you fucked me. Well, let me tell you…”
FWOMP!
In an instant, she was at least a hundred feet in the air and climbing steadily. Dominax had her in his arms, pulling her tight against his body. He arched his back and slid his cock inside her in mid-air, his wings still beating as he thrust her down on his cock with both hands on her ass.
“FUCCKKK!” She screamed, both because she was being stretched wide all over again, her aching cunt struggling to take the fresh and sudden intrusion of royal cock, and because she was now at least a thousand feet above solid ground and raging lava.
“I don’t want to hear anything but your screams,” Dominax growled in her ear.
He was so immensely powerful, and so forcefully perfect a lover he drove all thoughts of rebellion from her head. There was nothing but the rushing air, the pounding cock, the intense pleasure which came with exquisite danger.
All her life, she had been bored. There was nothing but the tedium of the everyday. No chance to escape it or to find anything in the least bit transcendent until she saw him on the street. She’d known then what he was, some small, secret part of her must have recognized him as alien and as danger.
Katie wasn’t bored anymore.
She was sore, she was scared, and she was screaming the most raw of pleasure to an alien sky. He swooped and soared, letting her feel the dizziness of falling and then the relief of flight all while his cock throbbed inside her and her squirming made her fuck herself on his rampant flesh.
This was a punishment, and it was also a return to the fountain of pleasure which she had only ever experienced in the king’s arms. He made her so fucking wet that when he fucked her, she could hear her own wetness even above the rushing of the wind.
“Bad little pet," he grunted, emphasizing every growled word with another disciplinary thrust inside her tight cunt.
“FUCK!” She screamed the word to the universe. It was the only word that mattered. It was the only thing that mattered, having that cock plunder the most sensitive parts of her flesh.
She was afraid of heights. Afraid of falling. Afraid of the king who held her, above all her other fears, his massive hands spreading her cheeks open so his cunt-slicked cock could push not inside her pussy, but against the tight bud of her anus.
“Wrong hole!” she shouted.
“Not the wrong hole,” he corrected, looping through the air with her, turning her upside down and then back up the right way again, his cock making its way inside her ass as she lost track of what she didn’t want more — to be this high above the ground, or to have a viciously hard cock searing inside her ass.
She felt him plunge his fingers inside her, drawing the slick wetness from her slit and smearing it against the tight crevice nature never intended to be used this way.
“I didn’t even do anything wrong!”
“You don’t have to do something wrong for me to want to fuck your ass. You are my pet. I keep you for my pleasure. That is your purpose now, to be available for me in every hole, to be waiting to serve me as I desire.”
He proved that with another one of those flown spirals which left her hanging onto him as his cock pushed inside her ass, surging past the tight sphincter made temporarily loose by fear and gravity.
“Oh my goddddd!”
She made the most guttural animal sounds as he buried himself in her ass, pulling her back and forth along the rigid rod of flesh with intense strokes which made her grind her cunt against him, the naughty bud of her clit finding that hard ridge of muscle at the base of his belly.
Dominax’s raw passion overruled her objections, and her preconceptions about what her ass was capable of. Every time he pulled her ass down on his dick, she let out a toe-curling screech and pushed back against him.
Her pussy was so fucking wet she was slicking his cock and helping him fuck her ass even more smoothly. Her body was betraying her, aiding and abetting the king whose anal ravagement did not abate until his come flowed inside her bowels, leaving her dripping his seed.
She was exhausted from the fear of flight, and the rough handling of the most tender parts of her body. She would be dripping semen from that tight hole for a long time, reminded by the inexorable scent clinging to her that there was no part of her body he would not claim.
7 The Burger Bribe
Dominax landed, his wings wrapped around her nearly insensate body.
“That’s the key to handling you, isn’t it, human,” he murmured. “I need to wear you out. I need to fuck you into happy obedience.”
She mumbled so
mething that was probably rude, but they were both so sated he didn’t mind. Katie was the most interesting, challenging pet he had owned in a very long time.
Pets were usually a brief sexual distraction, something like a concubine. Dominax had never taken a true mate. He preferred for his sexual partners to be temporary. He had never understood the urge to keep a female around for an entire lifetime. But she made everything different. She had, from the very first moment he saw her.
He did not want to entertain such thoughts. They were not only foreign, but futile. The king of Homeworld could not have a long-term lover. He had to focus his full attention on ruling his subjects, many of whom were clamoring for various kingly services.
He laid Katie down on the bed, covered her gently with a blanket, and whispered that he would be back soon.
Due to limitations associated with difficulties seeing through walls he did not notice the way her eyes flung open the moment he closed the door behind him.
“Fucking asshole,” she swore ironically at Dominax in his absence. The sex had left her aching in the aftermath of rough orgasm, but it was his words which still echoed in her head. Her purpose, as far as the king was concerned, was to be his fuck-toy.
That was not the future she had in mind for herself. Hot sex was one thing, but being limited to being nothing more than a servant for fucking was something else. There was no hope of true romance with Dominax. There was just having every orifice on her body reamed for his amusement.
Her stomach growled, providing inspiration.
The magic burger hole. No amount of incredible, punishing, sky sex could distract her from that.
She was up and at that thing the second Dominax was gone, reaching through into an abyss of alien science to pull out… a cheeseburger with extra pickles.
“My god," she murmured to herself. “This is it. This is how I escape.”
Obviously crawling into the magic burger slot was not an option. She would be macerated by time and space and end up on Earth as some gooey meat paste, probably. But as anybody who has ever worked in retail knows, burgers are power.
She also needed a bath. Dominax’s seed clung to her inner thighs, spilling from her every time she moved. He must have pumped endless amounts into her in the attempt to impregnate her with his winged spawn.
Katie had not planned on being a mother for a while yet. She’d wanted to finish college, get a job she didn’t really like as much as she liked the idea of it, marry someone who she pretended didn’t remind her of her father, then not return to it when she had her first kid, as was tradition.
This was wrong. Dominax hadn’t offered to marry her, and he didn’t remind her even a little of her father. Her father was a bland little man with an intense interest in scotch and dog racing, who had barely noticed he had a daughter, and didn’t seem to notice at all when she’d left home at twelve years of age to stay with some friends whose parents were never home anyway, but paid to keep the power on.
She hadn’t thought about her father in years. Weird how being confronted with the possibility of motherhood made her think about family. Her mother would probably be the only one who believed what was actually happening to her, but she wouldn’t be of any help.
Katie ate the burger and had a bath. The king’s chamber was at least somewhat well-appointed for survival. There was water, and a commode, and of course, that magical burger drawer. If she couldn’t escape with burgers at her disposal, she wasn’t worth a damn thing.
Then she crept to the big doors, the ones which were guarded, and opened one a little.
“You’re not allowed to leave,” someone big and bearded growled at her.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Was just wondering if you were hungry. I have this burger, and I don’t think I can finish it.”
The guard turned his head toward her and looked at the offering sitting on her palm. It was a perfect burger, bun lightly toasted, lettuce crispy, tomato fresh enough not to be smushy against the heat of the perfectly seared and seasoned ground beef patty. Nobody could resist a burger that good, not even a royal guard.
“Not supposed to eat on duty.”
“I won’t tell,” she said, extending her hand. “Go on. It’s so good. I don’t want to waste it.”
The guard grunted something that might have been thanks and took the burger. He was suspicious at first, but one bite later, he was hooked. She saw it in his eyes, they flared with something like fire and he devoured the rest of the burger in a matter of seconds.
She had never seen anybody enjoy a burger so much. Not even when college kids came in drunk as hell, having only eaten ramen all week. The guard was eating the burger like it was the only food he’d ever tasted in his life. Given most of the Homelanders seemed to eat bits of rock, maybe it was.
Katie took the opportunity to size the guard up. He had greying in his beard and kind eyes. Dominax’s eyes were pure black, but this guy’s were more of a soothing brown. He was massive and wore exceptionally shiny armor, but he gave Katie a good feeling. He was like a nice bouncer at a particularly exclusive club — and Katie knew how to get in good with bouncers.
“You’re like, massive,” she told him. “I wish I were massive. If I were massive, I could go back home.”
The guard chewed, but his eyes on her suggested that he might be listening.
“So, uhm, what’s your name? I’m Katie.”
“Alf,” the guard grunted between bites. It might have been his name, or it might have been the sound he made swallowing. It was hard to tell.
“So I was just going to work, on my world, and Dominax appeared out of nowhere, snatched me up, and brought me here. How fucked up is that?”
The guard, who still had his mouth full of burger, may have thought it was super fucked up, or not very fucked up at all. It was hard to tell over the sounds of munching.
“So now I guess I’m stuck here. My family’s going to be worried about me, but they will never know what happened to me. And I’m too old to go on a milk carton, if they even do that anymore.”
She kept talking while he ate, fishing fresh food from the magic drawer whenever it looked like he was going to finish and say something. If Dominax came and caught her, the plan was to tell him that she was just sharing the wealth, as it were. She didn’t know if the magic drawer cost anything to use, but that wasn’t her problem. Her problem was getting the fuck out of captivity with a beast who thought she was stupid.
Three burgers later, the guard refused a fourth.
“It’s nice of you to share, small human,” he said. “I am sorry you are not enjoying being on Homeworld. This is actually a very popular destination for the young of many worlds.”
“It is? Why? It’s all lava.”
“Well, not all lava. And despite what he may say about his authoritarian regime, Dominax’s laws are somewhat laxer than many in the region. Homeworld is considered a place where a young person can find their place in the universe.”
“You mean, get laid.”
“That, too. I wouldn’t know. I have been married a long time.”
“That’s nice,” she said, still wondering what sorcery allowed her to stand and speak to an alien in another language from another world and have near perfect understanding. The magical burger box was far from the only mystery on this world.
She took a step out of the room, but the guard put his massive hand on her head and pushed her gently back inside.
“I cannot let you escape.”
“Why not?”
“My job is to keep you where you are.”
“So I can be ravaged and impregnated by a rogue king against my will.”
The guard looked uncomfortable.
“You didn’t become a guard for that, did you?”
She was pushing her luck. Maybe that is exactly why he became a guard. Maybe he thought his king was infallible. Maybe he was going to tell Dominax she had tried to bribe him with burgers. There were a lot of maybes, but right now this gu
ard was the only way out of this room, and there was no escaping the planet without getting out of this room. For want of a shoe, the horse was lost, sort of thing.
“I became a guard because my father was a guard,” the guard said.
“Hey. Me too. I became an asshole because my father was an asshole.”
The guard gave her a stern look. “You should not speak about your father that way.”
“Eh, if you knew him, you’d be alright with it.”
The guard’s lips glimmered in a smile. “You remind me of my daughter.”
“Yikes. I hope your daughter likes you better than I like my father.”
“She does. But she likes to argue with me. About everything.”
“She sounds cool.”
“I love her very much.”
“What would you do if some king grabbed her up and tried to fuck a baby into her?”
It was crude, but it was also the truth. She saw the guard wince, and she knew she’d made an impact.
His head jerked up. He frowned, and he reached through the door and pushed her gently, but firmly, back into the room before shutting the door on her.
For a second, she was offended. Then she realized why he’d done it.
“Greetings, your highness!” he said loudly enough to alert her to Dominax’s return. Katie had just enough time to rush across to the bed and jump inside it.
Dominax entered the room with that muscular swagger he had, the one which marked him as royalty among all others. Every time she saw him, she got that jolt of primal recognition right between her thighs, something like desire, but more powerful and much more dangerous. She liked him. She’d liked him from the moment they first met. But liking wasn’t enough. It wasn't even relevant when it came to being held as the fuck-captive of a winged alien king.
The more attraction she felt for him, the more she knew she had to get away. Staying in a place like this was worse than staying in a shitty Earth relationship. She was utterly dependent on Dominax, completely cut off from the world around her, a victim of time, space, and royalty.