His Human Captive

by Stella Rising

  “Perhaps. You will be informed of the exact date of the meeting, at which time you will be expected to present the findings of a full study of the human specimen. Conduct it however and wherever you wish.”

  “Understood, Councilor. Thank you.”

  The pink woman turns to me. “Your actions may just determine the fate of your species, Haley Feyn. I suggest you keep that in mind at our next meeting.”

  “I will,” I growl, meeting her stare.

  The councilor stands, followed by the rest.

  “Then the meeting is concluded. Agent Kest, Agent Briette, you are dismissed.”

  Chapter Eight

  Kest grips my forearm so tightly, I fear he might break it. The telerings snap my arms together stringently behind my back, and then we’re moving. He pushes me forward, and even though I’m walking, I feel my ankle cuffs urging me to go faster.

  “Dammit, I’m going!”

  “Quiet, pet,” says Kest, giving my ass a squeeze. His harsh touch reignites the soreness from the hard spanking, and as much as I want to hate it, my breath catches from both pain and euphoria.

  There is definitely something wrong with me.

  “They called me a goddamn ‘specimen,’” I continue, perhaps in the hope of getting him to touch me again. “They treated me like I’m nothing.”

  “To them, you are one of seven billion humans who may or may not be more trouble than your worth. They’re trying to decide whether your species is a wayward creature in need of guidance, or an infestation on an otherwise pleasant planet.”

  “An infestation? Those assholes! We’re people, just like them.”

  Kest stops, and the telerings spin me around. He grabs my shoulders and looks me dead in the eyes. “I know that, Haley. It’s why I’m here, now, with you.”

  He reaches into a pocket on his jumpsuit and retrieves the oval gag device he used on me earlier, and in seconds it’s firmly fitted over my lips, squelching any outcry or objection from me.

  “To save humanity, I need to show the Council that humans can be trained. I urge you not to fight me on this.”

  He turns me around, swats my ass a few times to reignite my pain, and then nudges me forward, back on the march. As we proceed out of the Council chamber section of the station, the Dominars watch us with greater interest than before. Was our session broadcast to everyone, or was word simply spreading? Do these aliens have social media, or some kind of nanite hive mind? I wish I knew.

  We ride the tram in silence; I check the status display for the destination, but we’re not headed back to where we came from, the docking bay. We’re going somewhere else. I’d ask Kest where, but the device sealing my mouth cannot be dislodged, no matter how hard I try.

  Fortunately, I don’t have long to wait. The tram drops us off in a section of the station where the lighting isn’t turned on so bright and a jazzy music plays. At first I see no one else around, but after we turn a corner we nearly run into another couple. Like Kest, the man is unbelievably tall and muscular, his build apparent despite the long white cloths that hang from his massive body. The woman could have been human if not for her eyes, which are solid green orbs with no apparent pupil or iris. Compared to her mate, she looks small, but is a half a foot taller than me. She’s also quite beautiful, with gracefully long limbs and thick red hair. Of course, she’s bound with telerings too, with one stuck between her lips, keeping her mouth gaping wide open. Yet, despite the discomfort the gag must cause, the woman’s eyes are lit with pleasure.

  The man mutters something to Kest, then guides his woman around us. I try to turn to look at them as we pass, but Kest ushers me forward and into a door that opens as we approach.

  At first when we enter the room, I have no idea what’s going on: it’s completely empty. Just a floor and four white-paneled walls.

  However, when Kest rakes his eyes across the room, everything starts to happen. The panels either lift into the ceiling or draw into the floor, leaving in their place rack after rack of small devices. Some of them I recognize, like keera sticks and telerings. Others I can guess at, such as dildos and plugs. Yet, many are wholly unrecognizable to me. Additionally, a section of the floor opens up, allowing several pieces of furniture to rise, including a bed.

  Oh, God. It’s a sex dungeon!

  I’m not sure whether to be excited or terrified.

  Kest taps the gag device on my lips, removing it. I inhale deeply through my mouth, glad to be rid of it.

  “You need to be careful, pet,” he says, nudging me toward the bed.

  “What do you mean?”

  “My claim on you will keep you safe from other Dominars,” Kest explains, picking me up so easily I may as well be weightless. I groan a little at the feel of his incredibly strong hands as he sets me down on the bed. “But if the claim is revoked, others will want you. They’ve never seen a human, felt a human…” Suddenly, he tears my blouse and bra apart, sending buttons flying. “…Or tasted a human,” he finishes, massaging my breasts. “And if Earth is left to ruin, they might not ever.”

  Juices dampen my panties, but I try to stay focused on Kest’s warning. “Why would… oh… would the claim be… be revoked?”

  He picks me up so that the telerings can swing my feet beneath my legs, then sets me down on my knees. My hands reposition too, landing on my thighs. Though I still can’t move freely, it’s a relief not to have my arms bound behind my back.

  “If you refuse to obey and serve me, pet, then I’ll have failed as your master,” Kest explains. “That is the most common reason to revoke a claim. After all, if I can’t control you…” his fingers slide into my skirt and feel for my sopping lips, “…then someone else will.” With his other hand, he pinches one of my nipples; I scream, shocked by the sudden pain. “And they may not be as nice,” Kest finishes.

  When he lets go, I look down at my breast. I can’t believe how much that hurt; yet, instead of being glad it’s over, I hold onto the sensation as it fades.

  “While you’re here, you do as I say. Understood, pet?”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, staring down at the hem of my skirt. His words send a shiver of dark delight through my body, and I’m not sure I want him to know.

  The fabric of Kest’s jumpsuit opens up from the neck down to his chest, and he slips it off his shoulders. “Let’s see if you mean it.”

  Watching his hulking form approach, my eyes take in his extraordinary body. A human could train his whole life and not develop such an immaculate, cut physique: every contour is pure, sculpted muscle, with deep ridges across his lean abdomen. His arms seem to ripple as he sets his fists at his waist, his biceps hard and free of unsightly veins. The bulge of his hairless chest appears natural, rather than excessive, and yet hard as diamond. Despite the fact that he was a warrior, his skin is free of scars and blemishes, healthy and perfect. And while I don’t mind a man with a few tattoos, I find myself glad that he bears none, allowing me a fully unobstructed view of his body.

  As I watch, the silver of his skin darkens in time with his stiffening cock. It rises proudly, thick and hard. He chuckles as he catches me looking. Taking his rigid rod in hand, he doesn’t stop his approach until his tip is inches from my lips.

  “Open,” he says.

  Whether it’s because I believe his warning about losing his claim, or because obeying his command causes a wave of pleasure and heat, I do as I’m told. I wrap my tongue around his tip, having to open pretty wide to accommodate its tremendous size. Tasting pre-cum, I moan softly and suck, trying not to choke as I take in more of his length.

  Kest grunts with pleasure, fisting my hair. My hands try to rise to help stroke his shaft, but they’re still bound in place. I wonder if he can tell when I’m fighting them through his nanites. If so, he doesn’t say, forcing me to use nothing but my mouth.

  I keep sucking, listening to his groans and feeling the spasms passing through his body, but after a while he growls and presses down on my head.

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bsp; “You can do better, pet,” he says, forcing more of his length into my mouth. I cough, unprepared for the sudden presence of so much of his cock, but I keep myself from gagging too hard. His cock reaches to my throat; I’ve never taken one so deep before.

  “Good, Haley,” he says. “Just like that.”

  I shouldn’t feel pleasure from getting such a compliment, but it curls my lips into a smile. My nipples tighten with desire and my inner walls clench, still longing for satisfaction.

  He’d better let me come soon, I think, urging myself to suck harder in the hope that it will get me my reward. Kest groans loudly, enjoying my renewed effort. I shoot up and down on his cock so fast I feel lightheaded, but I don’t stop. Every second I feel his massive member in my mouth, I think about him driving it into my pussy and how it would fill me so.

  After what seems like ages, Kest finally stirs as though he’s about to climax. Sweat mats my hair from the work, and I’m so wrapped up in the job that I’m not even thinking anymore, just acting out of pure animal instinct. His flavor overwhelms my senses, as if I’m perceiving him through all five at once. Like his presence is dominating me completely.

  When his seed finally spills, it fills my mouth until it dribbles down my chin. I try to suck all of it in, high on its taste and the satisfaction of finishing. Kest’s heavy panting and closed eyes report his bliss. His smile is barely detectable, but I see it and know I did well.

  “Very good, pet,” Kest says at last, crouching down to kiss my cheek. He motions toward a panel on the wall, causing a small white cloth to float across the room and into his hand. He uses it to wipe off my face. “That was incredible.”

  “Thank you, sir,” I say, blushing.

  He sends the cloth away, and looks to another section of the room. A short, metallic vase emerges and rises, slowly traveling toward us. When Kest catches the vessel, he holds it to my lips. Inside I see a clear fluid, so I drink. Though it looks like water, it carries a subtle sweetness; cold and clean, it tastes wonderful, and I drink it all.

  “Haley, while you’re with us, you’re going to be tested. Evaluated. The Council will want to know humanity’s physical capabilities and tolerances. I can’t promise it will always be pleasant, or that you’ll like it.”

  The telerings activate, resettling me on the bed, allowing me to lie comfortably on my back. Kest quickly pulls off my skirt and panties, then hops on top of me, straddling my body. I feel tiny beneath a wall of muscle, but I certainly don’t mind seeing it up close.

  “I’m going to make your time with us as enjoyable as possible,” Kest continues, his fingers finding their way to my drenched chasm. Immediately I moan, squirming beneath him. His touch feels so good, especially as he hooks his finger and probes deeper.

  “My people won’t go through the effort to save Earth without an enticing reason. They want to know that humans will make good sex partners, that they can be trained to serve their masters faithfully and willingly.”

  Despite the exquisite bliss of his touch, I sneer at Kest. “Is that all we are… to you people? Sex slaves?”

  Kest works in a second finger, and brushes my clit with his other hand. His fingers are thicker than some of the cocks I’ve encountered in my life, and soon I’m desperately fighting not to come. As badly as I’ve craved release, I’m too furious to give him the satisfaction.

  “What else would humans be to us, Haley? We don’t need workers; we have machines. We don’t need your scientists; ours are better. Your artists may hold some interest, but not enough to conquer a planet over. But we do like our pets, and that is where many humans thrive: you love to please others. You’re conditioned to have superiors.”

  “Fuck you,” I growl, trying to twist out of his grasp. To my surprise, it actually works: the telerings don’t keep me in place. Turning over forces Kest’s fingers out of me, and though I miss the way they feel, I’m glad of it.

  “You don’t want to come?” he asks, amused. I’m sure he knows how close I was, and how desperate.

  “No, go away.”

  Kest chuckles, then gets up to go. As soon as he’s clear of the bed, the air around me shimmers—no doubt another force field to keep me from leaving.

  “Get some rest, pet,” he says. “Tomorrow, you’re going to need it.”

  Chapter Nine

  When I wake, I find I’m alone and no longer in the sex dungeon. Kest must have moved me. The new room looks like a modest ship’s quarters: fairly drab and lacking much in the way of decor. However, it does have a window: through it I see the incredible planet we’re orbiting. Its oceans seem to glimmer in the light of the nearby star, and faint clouds hover over its land masses.

  I blink away a tear, sniffling. The planet reminds me of Earth, and home. I shouldn’t be here right now; I should be catching an E train from Penn Station, fighting the other commuters for a seat. It sounds stupid, but at least there I knew where I stood, and what I could expect from the day. I knew that at its end, I’d go home and enjoy a nice glass of wine, reading a book and soaking in a tub full of bubbles.

  Maybe that could be arranged here. If Kest wants me to behave, the least he could do is provide me some comforts.

  Beside me on the clean white bed, a piece of clothing has been laid out. Thin and stretchy, the garment is a single piece, much like Briette’s from yesterday. However, it has no design—it’s plain white. Preferring it to being nude—last night’s conversation with Kest reminded me that I am still a prisoner—I put it on, finding it soft and exceptionally comfortable. It wraps my body like a second skin, but it doesn’t keep in any excess heat. Of course, it doesn’t leave much about my figure to the imagination, but then again, I probably won’t be wearing it much.

  Once dressed, I start to get out of bed, but stop myself before I can swing my leg off the mattress. I pull the thin sheet out from under me, roll it up and knot the ends. Swinging the sheet in the air, I test the space around me for force fields; I’d rather not get shocked again. Fortunately, the sheet meets no resistance, allowing me to get out of bed. After a minute, I’ve tested the entire room.

  I laugh, and nearly cry, relieved to be given this small ounce of freedom. No telerings, no force fields—the whole room is mine to wander. I find the facilities and clean myself; as soon as I finish, I return to the window, happy to watch the planet below.

  You’re conditioned to have superiors.

  Is that what’s happening? Two days in captivity, and suddenly I’m happy to have a tiny room to myself? Will I be working my way down to smaller and smaller cages? Is that how Kest will control me, by threatening to take away my window?

  If I fight and disobey, will Kest really lose his claim? Will it work against me, convincing the Council not to help Earth? Kest may have been a jerk, but was he lying? Why would he?

  Last night’s events are still playing in my head when there’s a knock on the door. It opens as I turn, and Kest is there. He carries a small satchel and wears a dress uniform of some kind—it looks composed of several pieces, unlike his practical jumpsuit. Consisting of a black jacket, a long-sleeved gray shirt, and matching pants, it reminds me of a business suit from back home, only it doesn’t part in the center, and features no necktie.

  “Good, you’re dressed,” he says. “Come along. It’s time.”

  “Make me,” I snarl.

  “I’d prefer not to, pet. But if you want to get some defiance out of your system, now is the time to do it.”

  Shit. He’s probably right.

  Angry, but resolved to make the best of the situation, I get up and follow Kest out. My body is still sore from yesterday’s punishment and play, so Kest takes a small black device out of his pack.

  “This will help,” he says, holding it out in front of me.

  I nod, and when he turns it on, my clothing begins to glow. Gasping, I rub my hands on the cloth, but nothing seems amiss. The aches in my muscles and the welts on my skin stop throbbing, as if they’ve simply evaporated.


  “Thank you,” I mumble as the glow fades.

  “You’re welcome.”

  We ride the tram in silence; I follow our progress on the map, noting that we’re not heading for the Council chamber, like I expected. We disembark at our destination, but before we get far, Kest suddenly stops.

  Standing before us is a man of Kest’s race. Though slightly taller, he’s less outwardly muscular, a fact that strikes me as funny for some reason. His skin, hair, and eyes are all a rich, golden color, and he wears an expression of disdain on his otherwise handsome, chiseled face.

  “Agent Kest,” he says, offering a quick bow. “Welcome back to civilization.”

  “Praetor Bakan,” Kest replies.

  The man ignores Kest’s greeting and shifts over to look at me. “Who’s this?” he asks, setting a hand on my shoulder.

  Have all of the aliens now learned English from Kest? It’s incredible. Bakan’s speech comes out accented, like Kest’s, yet I could swear I hear condescension in his tone.

  “Haley,” I mutter, shaking him off.

  Bakan steps around me, examining me. “I never thought I’d see a human up close,” he says. “After Kest’s primary assessment, all those years ago, I assumed you’d wipe yourselves out within the decade.”

  “We’ve come a long way since then,” I argue, trying to ignore the feel of his eyes boring into my back.

  “And fallen even farther,” Bakan counters. “Or you wouldn’t be here.”

  His hands come to rest on my shoulders, and I feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck. “You should be thankful, human. Better here with us, than there… with them.”

  I look to Kest; he watches us carefully, arms crossed at his chest.

  “Credit where it’s due,” Bakan continues. “You are pleasing to the eyes. Your form is… shapely.” His hand travels down my back as he speaks. “But will you make a good pet?” he asks.

  Then I feel a sharp smack on my rear; my thin clothing hardly absorbs the blow, and I lurch forward with a yelp. This was no playful tap, but a punishing, malicious shot. It stings badly, and I’d like nothing more than to punch Bakan in his smug face. At least when Kest disciplines me, he has a reason.