by Sara Fields
“May I ask what their names are?” Isabella whispered anxiously.
“Noah and Zachariah. They’re from Planet Dayhari. I have been instructed to give you no more information than that. Prepare your things, you’ll be leaving tomorrow.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” she responded quietly. Insecurity and worry washed over her as she questioned what was about to happen to her. What would they be like? Would they be kind to her? Would they like her?
Warden Taylor looked back at her with a slightly sympathetic expression before she nodded curtly and walked out, once again leaving Isabella alone with her thoughts. Chewing her cheek, she readied for bed. Pulling on her pajamas, she pulled out a large bag and began packing some of her favorite things inside. She started with pictures of her home and family, followed by a few pieces of jewelry given to her by them as well.
She packed some pieces from her closet, but couldn’t decide on what else to bring. She didn’t know what Planet Dayhari would be like, if it would be cold, warm, or humid. What would the brothers be like? Would they be kind and caring? Stern and cruel?
Staring at her clothes, she fingered the soft cottons, silks, and satins before dropping her hand. She blindly picked a few more pieces, folded them, and stuffed them in her bag. Mindlessly, she filled the small luggage to the brim and sat on the bed when she finished.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and struggled to sleep, tossing and turning all night. When morning eventually came, she grudgingly got up and prepared herself for the day. When she was done, she groaned and took one last look around her bedroom when the door squeaked open. Warden Taylor, dressed in her usual stark black dress, hair up in a tight bun, strode into the room as cool and confident as ever.
“It’s time for you to come with me now,” she said as she pushed the door wider. A handsome guard walked into the room with her and picked up Isabella’s black leather luggage bag, and looked to the warden, awaiting her orders.
“Bring her to the examination viewing room. We will present her to her men in short order there. They are due to arrive any minute,” the warden instructed.
Isabella didn’t fight when the guard took hold of her upper arm, gently guiding her out of the room. She followed and kept her head down, consumed with curiosity at the men she was about to meet. Familiar hallways turned into unrecognizable corridors as they ventured away from the living areas. She was guided into a small room that reminded her of the doctor’s offices she’d been to back on Earth, except there was a portion of the room with a rather large cut-out in the wall. She could see a seating area and her eyes grew wide with anxiousness as the implications of such a thing washed over her. Was there going to be an audience? What was going to happen?
As she chewed her bottom lip, the guard helped her up onto the table at the center of the room. He placed her bag down beside her and moved to guard the door. She was apparently supposed to wait here until her men came to fetch her.
Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long.
Warden Taylor arrived with two very tall and very large figures on her tail. The men must have been almost seven feet tall and well over two hundred fifty pounds of thick, solid muscle. They wore dark cotton pants that laced at the waist, held up with thick well-worn black leather belts. A flask, a coiled leather whip as well as a terrifying serrated knife that was as long as her arm were fastened to a piece of bronzed leather armor laced around each man’s waist.
With a gulp, she lifted her eyes a bit higher, keenly aware of the fact that neither man wore a shirt. Their chests were broad and dark, almost as though they had spent their entire lives living on the beach in the sun. Sculpted muscles defined their torsos and she couldn’t help but allow her eyes to drift up and down from their abs to their hips. Bulging biceps and corded, chiseled chests reminded her of the gods of old. Their bodies were rock hard, almost as though the two of them had been carved from stone.
Tattoos snaked around their forearms, up to their shoulders and encircling their necks. Black tribal lines with harsh angles highlighted their breathtaking forms and she couldn’t help but feel the pounding of her heart in her chest as her body warmed. They flexed their hands, their fingertips visible at the edges of brown leather gloves that covered their wrists. Silver chains hung about their necks, complete with a bunch of small little keys swaying against their chests.
Eventually, she forced herself to bring her gaze even higher, to see what they looked like face to face. One man met her eyes immediately with curiosity, almost as if he was inspecting his purchase. Dark chocolate hair hung to his shoulders, messy and wild, complete with dreads and braids that gave him a rather barbaric appearance. His eyes were a gorgeous, yet entirely unnatural, forest green. A thick, well-kept beard covered his chin, long enough to brush the edges of his collarbone. She got the sudden urge to touch it, to run her fingers through it. Shuddering, she tried to shake the thought and looked away from him as quickly as she could, only the second man captured her attention then.
The other had dirty blond hair, though it was dark and styled in a similar fashion. His eyes were a brilliant ocean color, so blue that Isabella wondered if he wore some sort of contacts. They looked like savages of old and she had to remind herself that these were aliens from another planet and not from some sort of ancient Viking clan from hundreds of years ago. She licked her lips as they stared back at her. Her pussy throbbed with desire for them.
“Get her naked. I need to see if she is completely unmarked. She cost us an awful lot of money, much more so than any perfectly trained service pet back in Zatadar,” the dark-haired one muttered, his voice gravelly and decidedly masculine. His rough tone unnerved her.
In a few scant moments, the guard approached her and grabbed her dress, pulling it up and over her head before she had time to react. She yelped as he unclipped her bra and whisked her panties down her thighs, leaving her in nothing but her soft black ballet slippers. She did her best to cover her breasts and mound with her hands.
“Please! Give those back,” she yelled at the guard. “This is indecent!”
“She’ll be considered feral when we bring her to Dayhari,” the blond one murmured, deep in thought.
“She’ll have to be leashed at all times until we can ascertain what type of pet she would be most suitable as. She’ll need a firm hand and we’ll have to follow certain mandates for her training, due to her untamed nature,” the brown-haired man responded. “You. Pet. Put your hands at your sides. You will uncover yourself in your owners’ presence. You would do well to remember that.”
Isabella blinked, taking a long moment to realize the man was actually talking to her. He couldn’t be serious, right?
“Now,” the man growled and she rushed to obey him, the bottom curves of her cheeks tingling as she glanced at the massive size of his leather-covered palms. As she uncovered her nipples, she flushed as she felt them harden under the men’s inquisitive gaze. Pressing her thighs together, she could tell the folds between her legs were damp with her desire.
“Turn around. Let me see that backside, pet,” the blond man said and Isabella slowly rotated away from them. Her bottom tingled as they looked at her, her core tightening with arousal. Her reaction was entirely shameful and she groaned quietly with her humiliation. She shouldn’t be so turned on by being on display for these men, but for some reason, she couldn’t help it. It felt wicked and naughty and she whined a little louder, hoping the warden would take mercy on her.
Both looked back at her with very slight smirks. They were pleased.
“We can begin our examination whenever you wish, that is, if you are happy with your purchase,” Warden Taylor explained and the brown-haired man shook his head.
“No need. We’ll take her to our trusted veterinarian for an inspection when we return to Dayhari. We’ll give her a complete physical and assess her health there.”
“Whatever you wish. Thank you for your business, Noah,” she said and shook the brow
n-haired man’s hand. “Zachariah,” she said and shook the blond’s hand.
“Call me Zack. Thank you, Warden Taylor. It’s always a pleasure doing business with the Earthen Brides Station.”
Noah walked through the doorway with a small cloth-covered package in his hands. He unlaced the leather thong holding it closed. She could see black leather and lots of it. His close presence made her breath quicken as she breathed in his spicy and smoky male scent. He lifted the leather straps up and over her head, threading her arms through the contraption quickly and surely. She realized after a long moment that he was putting her in a harness. Black straps wove up and around her breasts, lifting them but leaving them entirely uncovered. Around her neck, the straps overlaid each other in a star design that was remarkably beautiful. An O-shaped ring lay against her sternum and she shivered at the feel of it. He pulled out another strappy piece of lingerie and helped her into it.
She had assumed that he was putting panties on her, but upon further scrutiny she realized that they didn’t seem to cover any of her most secret places. The rawhide laced around her thighs and up her hips, crisscrossing one another to make an X-shape over the sides of her thighs and her lower abdomen. The bottoms did nothing to cover her mound or her backside, leaving her feeling utterly exposed. The set of leathers fit her curves like it was made for her.
Then he pulled out a thick black leather collar and threaded it around her throat, quickly locking it tight with one of the keys on the necklace around his throat. He replaced the slippers on her feet with a thick pair of sandals that snaked up around her calves, gladiator style.
Lastly, he pulled out a black hooded cape and wrapped it around her shoulders. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pulled the soft black fabric around her, happy at the possibility of being able to cover herself from curious onlookers.
He gripped the ring of her collar and pulled her forward. Struggling to keep her balance, she gasped as he clipped a leash to her throat. Zack gripped the end of the lead and jerked her toward him, leaving her no choice but to follow him.
Holy fuck.
What the hell had just happened? What kind of men were these?
She was essentially naked under the floor-length cape, strapped up in leathers that reminded her of a horse halter and collared and leashed like an animal. This couldn’t be right. Whipping her head around, she looked for the warden, the woman responsible for her current catastrophe.
“Warden Taylor! Please! Why?” she shrieked, catching the woman’s gaze as she was dragged out of the examination room and into the hallway.
“Don’t worry, Isabella. Everything will work out for the best. Be on your best behavior and listen to your owners. You’ll be very well taken care of under their protection,” the woman responded and Isabella wailed with her frustration.
She was given no more time to plead with the warden as Noah and Zack strode down the hallway with her in tow. When they reached the docking bay, her breasts felt heavy and her inner thighs were damp. As they neared one of the smaller terminals, her eyes widened at the sight of a kennel. It was raised a few inches off the floor on wheels, but there was no question in her mind who that cage was meant for. She dug her heels into the floor and struggled as much as she could, trying to get away from them in any way possible.
“No. Fuck, no! I’m not getting in that thing,” she shrieked, as she pulled against the leash. Unfortunately for her, Noah was much stronger and jerked her forward, causing her to lose her balance and fall forward into his arms.
He whipped the black fabric of the cape around, baring her backside in the process. His arm snaked around her waist, holding her against his thigh as his leather-clad palm smacked against her backside. She froze in shock.
Holy shit. He’d just spanked her.
“You’ll do exactly what your masters tell you to do, pet. You’ll learn very quickly that I expect complete obedience,” he said sharply, punctuating each word with a heavy smack to her vulnerable cheeks. She yelped with each one, surprised by how much they hurt.
Her bottom burned with his discipline. Each smack stung like a thousand bees, spreading across the entirety of her backside as he thrashed her thighs and her ass. She screeched at the sudden onslaught of pain.
“Owww. Please, I’m sorry!” she cried, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She’d never been spanked before and she didn’t want it to start now. She’d always been the good girl who never got into trouble. It wasn’t proper for a woman to be put in a cage, to be in clothes like they had put her in, or to be collared like a dog. They had to know that, right?
Zack strode forward and opened the door to the cage. Noah then placed her feet back on the ground and allowed the cape to cover her very sore behind. He simply pointed at the kennel and she surged forward, desperate to avoid the painful surface of his broad palm once again. Swallowing her pride, she just wanted to escape and despite her reluctance, the cage was at least free of heavy leather-covered palms bent on spanking her backside.
Crawling through the door, she was happy to notice that the bottom of the cage was padded with a thick memory foam layer. Once inside, she realized she could sit up completely, but there was no chance of her standing anytime soon. She looked back at them through the bars, narrowing her eyes at them in suspicion.
Zack closed the door behind her and pushed the kennel down the terminal ramp. The two of them guided her into their docked ship, rolling her easily into a cabinet at the center of it. The cage locked inside perfectly, as though the box was made for it. A black fitted sheet was pulled over the cage, leaving her in complete darkness.
She whined low under her breath, anxiety rising to a new level. She’d never really liked the dark.
“Relax, pet,” Zack said, his voice smooth, warm and lighter than Noah’s, and despite her nerves, it helped to calm her and keep herself from trembling.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Quiet. Pets shouldn’t be heard when they have been put away in their kennels,” Noah’s gravelly voice murmured firmly and her lips clamped shut. She shivered.
“Get some rest, pet,” Zack began. “The journey is a long one. There are tubes on the side of your cage that give you access to water as well as a protein smoothie should you feel hungry.”
Reaching out, she tentatively felt around the bars of the cage and eventually found the tubes he was talking about. She pressed her lips to the one on the right and suckled. Rewarded with ice cold water, she sighed with relief. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning. Hesitantly, she reached for the tube on the left and brought the mouthpiece to her lips.
Drawing heavily, a cool icy chocolate substance spread across her tongue. The rich dark cocoa taste was delicious and she couldn’t help but eat more of it. When she had her fill, she let go of the tubes, taking a mental note of where they were. She crossed her ankles and curled her arms around her knees.
She could hear the men’s movements around her, but she couldn’t see what they were doing through the thick black fabric that cut off her sight. Time dragged as things quieted and she lay there and closed her eyes. Sometime later, she fell fast asleep, her dreams full of visions of Noah and Zack and what her future could possibly hold.
Noah woke her up some time later and brought her over to a set of restrooms. She saw through one of the doors that one was a normal bathroom, but that was not the one she was brought into. The restroom they brought her into was tiled with gray mottled granite, but there was simply a hole in the floor and no toilet as she expected.
She looked back at him with confusion.
“Go now. I won’t let you out for another few hours. Zack and I need to get some rest. The ship is in hyper drive and we won’t arrive on Dayhari for a few more days so let’s not start off on the wrong foot.”
She wanted to fight, but the urge to go pee was too much for her. She glared at the floor as she squatted over the hole and hesitantly
released her bladder. Noah handed her scraps of soft fabric to wipe herself with. When she had finished, he directed her to toss them in a nearby autoclave machine so they would be cleansed and sterilized for her next use.
Deeply humiliated, she didn’t even dare to meet his eyes as she was led back to her kennel to sleep. Noah covered the cage with the black fabric and the ship was silent for the rest of the night. As much as she tried not to dwell on the events that just occurred, about the fact that Noah had just watched her relieve herself, she couldn’t stop it. She felt shamed and embarrassed, but a tiny piece of her felt alive because of it. She whined when she realized that her pussy was wet, the chilly cabin air caressing her moist flesh. After some time, she eventually fell back into a fitful sleep, only to be woken up in the morning by the men’s movement around the ship.
The next few days passed much the same way. Zack and Noah allowed her to walk around the ship three times a day to keep up her strength, allowing her to stretch her legs and exercise stiff muscles. The protein smoothies that they fed her changed flavors daily, leaving her with a new delectable taste that she couldn’t get enough of with each passing day.
She grew to like the time in her cage, something she hadn’t expected. It gave her time to herself, where she wasn’t under the watch of the intimidating forms of the men who bought her. Noah was harsh, but he wasn’t cruel with her. She’d grown to like Zack a little bit, mainly because he had snuck her some really tasty salted dark chocolate caramel squares that were pretty delicious. He had made sure that Noah wasn’t watching when he did it. He didn’t seem quite as strict and seemed to have a sense of humor, as opposed to Noah’s serious nature.
Sometimes they took her cape away, leaving her basically naked in her leather harness, but most of the time they allowed her to keep it wrapped around her body. She liked that it seemed to ward off the chill of the processed air of the spaceship.