by Loki Renard
“Hello, my love,” Dominax purred, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “Are you behaving yourself?”
“She’s refusing to eat her fibrous plants.”
“They’re not terribly appetizing,” Dominax commiserated.
She was surprised he was taking her side. He seemed to be in a good mood. He had been in a good mood a lot lately. If she was to believe him, it was because he was happy to have her back. Whatever the reason, his embrace felt good and warm and strong.
Katie let out a squeal as he pulled her up from the table, and carried her off toward the bedroom, leaving the fibrous plants behind. She allowed herself the luxury of snuggling into his muscular body, feeling the power of the king wrapped around her until they reached the privacy of his bedchamber.
He placed her down on the bed gently and sat down beside her, beginning to disrobe her.
“No,” she said. “Please. I don’t want you to see me.”
“Why? You’ve never been shy.”
“I used to be pretty,” she said. “I’m not anymore. Those bumps on my shoulders are getting bigger and weirder. I’m like a hunchback. I’m ugly. Like some kind of… monster.”
He swept her up in his arms again and held her close. “You are not ugly. You’re just not finished changing yet. When you are finished with this metamorphosis, you will be more beautiful than ever. Believe me when I tell you that, Katie. Even now, you are still my most precious pet. Every morning I wake up to your face, and every morning I feel something I have not felt before even as king. You make me stronger. You make me happier. You are my lover. You are my pet. You are going to be the mother of my babies. And you are going to be brought before the public to be punished for your crimes.”
“Wait… what?”
“There is one matter still very much unattended to. One matter you seem to have forgotten.
“What is that?”
“Your one-woman crime spree in my capital city. You will be punished for that, pet. Publicly.”
“How publicly?”
“You will atone before the merchants and the guards and soldiers you led on such a merry chase. Several hundred at least.”
“Several… hundred.”
“Yes.”
She swallowed. “Is there not some other way we can…”
Dominax was shaking his head. “No, pet. I do not want you thinking that you got away with your escapades. You are badly disciplined enough as it is. I want to show you, and the merchants and law guardians, that nobody is above the king’s law.”
“When?”
“No time like the present.”
“No,” she said. “Not now. Not yet.”
“Now,” he said. “Right now.”
“But you were just comforting me because I was sad… can’t you wait to ruin a better mood?”
“The way your emotions shift and boil, my human, there would never be a moment to punish you. The time has come. It has been long enough. All is in readiness, both the audience, and the means of your punishment.”
“What do you mean, the means of my punishment?”
Dominax produced something from behind his back, something long and thin and hard. Something Katie had never actually seen in person before, but knew precisely what it was anyway.
“Is that a fucking cane!?”
“Yes. I found it while researching suitable punishments for humans. I think this will teach you the lesson you have been refusing to learn for months.”
She didn't know what to say. But it didn’t matter. Nobody cared what she had to say. The time for being able to say something and make a difference was over. Probably.
Katie wracked her brains as Dominax led her toward what felt like the end of everything. The throne room was only a few yards away and she couldn’t think of anything.
“Sorry?”
Dominax stopped and looked at her. “Is that an apology, or a guess?”
“Uh….”
That was not the correct answer to his question, and it resulted in Katie being pulled, naked as usual, into the verge of the throne room. There were thick curtains on either side of the throne, sort of like a stage. She peeked out from behind them while Dominax consulted with a servant.
The room was full of Homelanders in fancy clothes. They were staring toward the dais where the winged throne sat, with the hushed awe of people attending the opera. Katie swallowed and looked at Dominax, knowing full well that they were not there to see the fat lady sing. They were there to see her get spanked and cry.
Jesus, she had butt sweats just thinking about it. How the hell had she gotten herself into this much trouble? And why hadn’t she been able to talk her way out of it?
“Umm, Dominax, sire…”
“Yes, pet?”
“I know I fucked up. I do. I know. I mean I… anyway. But please. Don’t do this. Especially don’t do this in front of them. Please.”
“They need to see that you have been punished. If you can make an apology to them which satisfies them, you will find your punishment much less severe.”
“Okay. Okay. I will say sorry.”
Dominax nodded and pulled her out before the throne. With her hand firmly in his hand, there was no more escape. There was only being displayed nakedly before the assembled merchants.
She felt her face flush with embarrassment and more than a little fear as dozens upon dozens of dark eyes fell upon her, searching the nakedness of her form with interest. She felt her wing buds twitch awkwardly, and wished with all her might that Dominax would spare her this humiliation.
But this was the consequence of having gone her own way, of not giving a fuck, and of thinking that she’d get away with everything she wanted to on this alien planet. This was what she got for taunting Dominax, and terrorizing his merchants.
Katie looked out over the crowd, and tried to grasp for words.
“So, I guess, I’m really sorry about the whole stealing shit from you guys. I hope Dominax has paid you all back. It’s really all his fault for bringing me here…”
Dominax clapped a hand over her mouth and growled in her ear. “Punishment it is, brat.”
“No! Wait! I was totally going to apologize! I was just getting there…”
“You take nothing seriously,” Dominax growled. “You are an immature little pet, and you need to be punished. This isn’t for them anymore. It’s for you. You need this.”
“I so don’t need this! I don’t! I get it! I…”
Dominax turned to the crowd and raised his voice.
“My pet chose to flee my palace and run rogue through the city. Many of you suffered losses as a result of her actions. I trust that you will find this disciplinary display suitably satisfying.”
“Holy alliteration, batman,” Katie muttered under her breath.
Her smart mouth was rewarded with an instant sweep of the cane which caught her just under her left cheek and made her leap into the air with a plaintive yelp.
“Apologize, pet,” he instructed.
“Ow! That’s way too hard,” she complained, reaching back to feel the welt the cane had left burning across her sweet skin.
“It’s going to be a lot harder if you cannot obey me,” Dominax prompted sternly. “This is serious, pet. You are on display. If you cannot make a proper show of contrition, I will whip you until it comes naturally.”
“But…”
“Tell them you are sorry, and you accept the punishment meted out to you.”
“So, uhm… I’m sorry about your merchandise and stuff. And I hope you enjoy the show.”
“That’s not… this isn’t…” Dominax growled.
There was no expecting Katie to behave herself. She hadn't behaved herself for a single second of a single moment since he had met her. Why would she start now?
Dominax knew all too well that there was some risk in punishing her harshly. The last time he had truly whipped her, she had run away for three months. But she deserved everything she was going to
get.
“Why? Why can you not behave yourself for a single second?”
Her eyes were honest as she turned to him with a little shrug, as if to say she couldn’t help herself.
“I love you,” he murmured in her ear. “And I am going to hurt you.”
He felt her tense, and then he heard her start stammering out apologies which weren't loud enough for the crowd to hear them. It was too late to appeal to her better nature, or her sense of self-preservation, let alone any remnants of conscience which might be rattling around in her skull. It was time to thrash her as she deserved to be thrashed, make an example of her to the merchants, and ensure that she was never able to create the same kind of chaos ever again.
Why hadn’t she just done as she was told and apologized? She had seconds to question her actions before Dominax grasped her by the hair, turned her over the arm of the throne, her legs spread over each side of it, displaying her ass and her pussy to all those in attendance. Exposed and shamed, all she could do was brace for pain.
It was not long in coming.
Dominax began caning her without further warning. She heard it cutting through the air with an intimidating swish, followed by a thud which didn’t hurt at all for a second — and then hurt worse than almost anything she’d ever felt in her life.
“Holy FUCK!” she screamed. “Dominax, you can’t fucking…OW!”
The cane made a second harsh contact with her ass, and she let out a sobbing gasp as spectacular pain burst through her. Dominax had promised a severe punishment, and he was delivering. There was not a part of her body which wasn’t contorted in response to the pain of the cane.
She had no idea how many times he was planning on caning her. She’d heard that six was a traditional number, but Dominax was pissed. He had warned her to take this seriously, but she hadn’t, because on some level she still didn’t give a flying fuck that she’d stolen from the merchants.
They did not share morality. They did not share any particular values at all, especially not mercy, apparently, as the cane landed across her ass for a third time, striping across the first two strokes, and leaving her squirming and begging for him to stop.
“Please! I get it! You guys aren’t into being stolen from! I’m sorry! I’ll apologize for everything! I fucking ruined your guard’s life too! I bribed him with a burger and he lost everything!”
“That’s right. Alf was drawn into your vortex of disobedience, as was Darma, though I cannot and will not blame you for what Darma does. He remains a law unto himself. But you will never be. You are mine, and you will behave yourself, my pet.”
Those words were for her benefit. They did not stop him from whipping her with the cane one more time and turning to the crowd in the midst of her plaintive cries.
“You see this human, my pet, the love of my life, possession of the crown, and you see that I punish her just as sternly as any other criminal. You, as my people, will never suffer for the misbehavior of those attached to the crown. This is my promise, and pledge to you all.”
There was a cheer from the crowd, which prompted Dominax to land a fifth stroke to her burning cheeks. Katie wailed for forgiveness, but she knew she didn’t deserve it. If she had committed these crimes on Earth, she would have been sent to jail. Here she would spend her life collared, fucked, caned, and the pet of the king. No matter how much he punished her, she was getting off lightly compared to life in prison, and she knew it.
That didn’t stop it from fucking hurting. And it didn’t stop the slick moisture between her thighs from gathering with every harsh stroke. Her body was betraying her again with that arousal response. The crueler and rougher he was, the more she wanted him, the more her body readied her for ravishment.
"What is this?” He swiped two fingers across her slit and brought them around under her nose, gleaming proof of her debasement. This was not a proper response. She was supposed to be outraged and cowed, not aroused and somehow more alive than ever before.
But the pain was becoming something else, transformed by a perverted process inside her flesh into something which stimulated her deeply. And the onlookers had gone from being instruments of shame to an audience for the most intense desire she had ever experienced.
He was right. She was a spoiled brat. She would never submit, because submission wasn’t in her DNA. Doing battle with a powerful male and losing, that was the closest she would ever get. The pain he imparted so roughly was an essential ingredient for her pleasure. She needed to lose, to be broken, to feel pain and to suffer under tyranny. It was twisted and perverse, but the truth often was.
“Explain yourself, pet,” Dominax growled, slapping her ass with his hand, his fingers curling underneath her cheeks to find her pussy. Once, twice, three times he slapped her cunt with heavy swats which made her grind her wet little clit against the royal throne.
“Unnhhhhhhhhhh…” she moaned by way of explanation, feeling her face flush hot with embarrassment.
“You little…”
Suddenly, the cane was cast aside, and the king was atop her, plunging inside her, his cock spearing deep inside her tight, wet cunt. She screamed as he ravaged her with rough strokes, pulling on her hair as he claimed her with great passion before the clamoring audience.
“Oh my fucking god… oh my fucking…” she grunted like an animal, as Dominax pounded her over the throne, picking her up from the arm to instead fuck her on the royal seat itself, her legs spread wide over the armrests, her pussy spread wide for his rough cock. She watched as the king’s massive cock disappeared inside her time and time again, emerging covered in the glistening juices of her swollen pink cunt.
She felt something welling inside her. Something like pleasure, but greater, and more important. All the pain of having her ass pushed against the padded seat, a merciless position for a freshly caned pet, was traveling up her spine and melding with the pleasure.
There was a lot of pressure and energy inside her, carnal and otherwise. With every stroke, that pressure intensified until she simply could not stand it anymore. She threw back her head and screamed, a cry of more than climax, or pain. It was a cry of transformation as her wings burst free, escaping the confines of her human flesh to extend twice the length of her own body with enough force to lift her into the air above Dominax’s thrusting rod.
Suddenly, she was flying. She was soaring, spectacularly naked and striped with red cane marks, above the heads of thoroughly confused and astounded merchants.
Nobody was more surprised than she was. She had wondered how long it would take her to learn to use her wings, if she would fall from a great height if she tried to fly and be stuck like a baby bird on some lava peninsula. But they felt as though they had always been part of her, hardwired into her body and brain. A single flap made her rocket up, and then a cant forward at the leading edge, and she was soaring above the crowd, her pussy dipping sex atop the heads of a few lucky merchants who happened to be struck by the droplets.
There were cries of amazement and alarm, then applause broke out as the king took to the air with her, wrapping his arms around her to steady her as her fresh wings faltered on their first flight. She looked at herself, astounded at the pale hue of the feathered wings extending from her shoulders.
“I can fly!”
“You can fly,” Dominax confirmed, wrapping her in his arms and thrusting into her again, reclaiming her high flying sex with the rough ridges of his cock. He was not done with her, and the shock of having had her wings burst free was not enough to distract her from the inevitable reward of being punished and fucked by the royal king: orgasm.
She was beautiful. She had always been beautiful, though now with fresh white wings extended she was like the human concept of an angel. His angel. His pet. His hot little fuck hole, squeezing his cock as he pulled her ass against him, feeling the stripes the cane had left on her deserving ass.
Punishing her had been essential. Katie had never needed his pity, and she had rarely need
ed gentle handling. She needed his discipline and his love. He was not surprised it had taken the harsh strokes of the cane for her to transform into her final form.
Her moans were so pretty, as were the yelps which emerged when his fingers tightened on her ass, squeezing her down on his cock. Fucking in the air came naturally to Dominax, but the flapping of her new wings threatened to send them both tumbling over the heads of the crowd.
He drew her back and forth along the length of his rod, pumping her over his cock, using her as she was always intended to be used, and pleasuring her as she needed to be pleasured. He loved the way her tight human lips gripped his dick, pulled out slightly with every stroke out of her pussy. Blonde and pink, and soon to be covered in the white splashes of his come, Dominax felt climax roiling inside him. It had been coming from the moment he first laid the cane across her deserving round ass and watched the pink stripe appear.
He would always enjoy punishing his pet, and he was certain she would always deserve his discipline. Katie was a wild human, a native New Yorker, a winged little beast made for his use.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as her own pleasure came closer to the peak, and they kissed deeply, thoroughly as two climaxes exploded at one time, Dominax’s seed flooding her clenching chalice as she quivered against him and moaned into his mouth until they were both thoroughly exhausted.
Breathing heavily in the aftermath of incredible pleasure, Dominax drew her gently and safely back down to the floor.
“Long live the king! Long live the queen!”
Her head was spinning from the exceptional transformation she had just undergone, but possibly even more astounding were the cries of the merchants.
“They think I’m the queen?”
“You are more than a queen. You are my pet. My precious property. My winged waif from another world…” he punctuated every one of her titles with a kiss to her face, neck, and lips.