His Human Captive

by Stella Rising

  The color of the small continent I chose apparently gets its hue from its forests. Standing hundreds of feet in the air on long, spindly trunks, the trees sway in the breeze, causing thousands of tiny violet leaves to rain down. Most make it to the ground, but many get caught on vines that hang between the trees’ branches.

  “Definitely not like home, is it?” asks Kest.

  “It’s beautiful. Like something in a dream.”

  “You’re going to feel that way a lot, these next few weeks,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

  He sets us down in a small clearing, then dresses. From a compartment he retrieves two pairs of black boots, as well as an equipment pack, which he slings over his shoulder.

  “Will these fit me?” I ask, trying on the boots. Kest doesn’t answer, other than a quick wink. Sure enough, they’re perfect.

  “They were fabricated using your exact measurements, thanks to the nanites.”

  Okay, maybe those things aren’t so bad after all.

  Considering my feet are bigger than average, finding nice boots has always been an issue for me.

  “Okay, but can I get these in white?”

  “Next time, pet,” says Kest, patting my bottom. I’m about to growl at him, but then I notice the fabric of my singlet is darkening. Before my eyes, it adopts the same shade as the leaves of the trees outside. Kest’s jumpsuit changes too.

  Oh, great. We match.

  “Come on, pet. You must be pretty hungry.”

  Between everything that’s happened since I woke, I hadn’t thought about it much, but now my stomach rumbles. “I am. Can I have a ration bar?”

  Kest laughs out loud. “Are you crazy? No. We’re going to have something much better.”

  * * *

  We head outside, where the air is warmer and the ground is softer. Leaves squelch underneath our feet, and each step kicks up an aroma of fresh rain. As we walk, Kest retrieves from his pack a long, curved pole. To my surprise, I’m pretty sure I know what it is.

  “Is that a bow?”

  Kest nods, smirking. “Welcome to Ohmora, where people who can move stars and construct planets come to live like primitive sub-sentients. Here, we eat what we can catch.”

  Oh, for crying out loud.

  “And how long is that going to take?” I ask, feeling another complaint from my stomach.

  “Every time you speak, you scare away something edible,” Kest whispers. “Follow me, and try not to walk so loud.”

  Walk loud?

  What am I supposed to do, float?

  It takes me a while, but soon I start developing a sense of where best to step to avoid making noise. Kest quietly points out animal tracks—slight indentations in the dark gray soil. Occasionally I hear rustling up in the trees, and barely catch glimpses of birds darting between the branches. Though I’m hungry, I soon get lost in the hike, taking in every weird, beautiful detail.

  Stopping, Kest holds out his bow and aims it high. I hold still, not even wanting to breathe. Kest draws back on a holographic string, the muscles in his arms bulging. He exhales, aims, and lets loose.

  A bolt of light shoots from the bow, and high up on a tree a branch cracks. Scared by the noise, a bird takes flight, rising into the thick leaves of the higher branches.

  “Damn,” Kest mutters, shaking his head. “Sorry, pet. I haven’t done this in almost a century.”

  “Think I could try?” I ask. “Maybe the primitive human can catch something.”

  He laughs, handing over the bow. It’s so heavy, I nearly drop it on my foot. “Be my guest, Haley. You do much bow hunting in Manhattan?”

  “Ha. Ha. Shut up.” Lifting up the bow, I make the motion of drawing back an arrow: both bolt and drawstring flare into life, ready for me to fire. I aim for the same spot Kest hit, and let fly. My shot comes close, though it falls short.

  “Not bad,” he says. “Have you ever done that before?”

  “Sleep-away camp, as a kid.”

  Kest laughs, taking back the bow before my arm falls off. “I never would have guessed.”

  We walk on for a while, resuming the hunt. Our failed shots seemed to have scared away most of the prey, and before long my stomach is growling again, and I can’t help feeling moody. I try not to think about how hungry I am, but my thoughts stray back to earlier.

  “Are you alright, pet?” Kest asks.

  “Yeah. Just… what’s Bakan’s problem? Does he have some kind of grudge against you?”

  He sighs, shaking his head. “Not exactly. We ascribe to very different ideologies on how to treat inferior species.”

  I doubt I’ll ever warm up to being referred to as an inferior, but I don’t interrupt.

  “He’s a supremacist, Haley. To him, humans are pests. He believes they’re not worth the effort to conquer, much less save. The closer a race is to driving itself extinct, the more militant Bakan gets in his effort to prevent intervention.”

  I ball my hands into fists as a cramp tightens my chest. “He’s a fucking monster,” I mutter, my appetite forgotten. “Do your people usually agree with him?”

  Kest shakes his head. “Bakan’s an extremist, by any definition. However, there are many who will side with him, depending on a species’ potential, and that’s all he needs. If its problems are too great, and benefits too few…”

  “You can’t let that happen, Kest! I know Earth has problems, but we can do better!”

  “I know,” he says, hugging me with one of his massive arms. “We’re going to convince them.”

  Suddenly, he lets me go, lifts his bow, and fires off a shot. I turn to see a large, furry, four-legged animal sinking to the ground, a smoking hole in its neck.

  Kest smiles thinly as the bow collapses into itself. “Come, I’ll clean it. You need to eat.”

  When we reach the animal, it reminds me of a deer… or maybe a goat. It’s hard to compare when its purple fur blends so well into the surroundings. Long, straight antlers sprout several feet tall from its head; long, spindly legs look barely sturdy enough to stand on. However, its body is thicker, and looks to have plenty of meat.

  “What is that?” I ask.

  “Ohastrix.”

  I have to look away while Kest cuts into the beast. “Haley, go gather some wood for a fire.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, bristling a touch at being ordered. Yet, it does elicit a wave of heat in my core. Being told what to do has a strange appeal, and being out in the wilderness, with a gorgeous alien warrior, about to eat a meal cooked over a real fire… There are worse things.

  After a while I’ve gathered an armful of fallen branches and bring it back, trying not to look at the bloody mess Kest has created. He tells me to get more wood while he starts the fire, which I’m glad to do. By the time I get back, the meat is cooking over the fire. It smells incredible, like peppered lamb.

  “Sit,” he says. “It’ll be ready to eat soon.”

  I do as I’m told, setting myself down next to him. He holds me in one arm, hugging me against his body. With his other arm, he holds a stick, which he uses to turn the meat and stoke the fire. We don’t speak; I try to focus on the incredible aromas, the crackling fire, and the forest’s beauty. When we eat, I groan blissfully at the animal’s extraordinary flavor. We eat the meat off the bones of its legs, and then its ribs. Every bite is delicious and tender. Kest was right: this is way better than his ration bars.

  “I can’t believe I’m eating an alien animal,” I say, giggling as I pick out another chunk of its flank. “Thank you, Kest. This is amazing.”

  “You’re welcome,” he replies, grinning. “And I hate to tease you, but this ohastrix was kinda old. The meat of a younger one is a real treat.”

  Oh, God.

  My stomach rumbles again at the thought.

  “I’ll bet those birds taste pretty good too,” I say.

  Kest nods. “Oh you have no idea. After a hundred years of chicken, I would kill for some prito. I’ll try to catch us one later.
”

  He pulls me back into his lap, and I sigh contentedly, enjoying the feeling of his hard, muscular body beneath me. For a moment, I forget about all the anger, fear, and humiliation I’ve experienced throughout the last few days; I forget about Bakan and his dim view of humanity. Right now, everything is perfect.

  But it won’t last forever.

  “Kest?”

  “Yes, pet?”

  My mind is made up. I know what I have to do.

  “I want to help. With the Council. Whatever it takes to save Earth, I’ll do it.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kest sets out a blanket from his pack of supplies and bids me to lie down. He climbs on top of me and kisses me. Our tongues dance as we taste each other and breathe together. He kisses with a desire so intense it almost scares me. It’s as if he’s known hundreds of years of loneliness and fear, and now they’re fading away with every touch.

  “Haley,” he says, pinning my arms down on the blanket. I squirm as he kisses my neck, nibbling and sucking his way back to my lips. Lost in bliss, I let him claim me, happily enjoying his dominance and passion. When he pauses to strip, his body glows a silvery orange in the fire. Light and shadow play across his broad, muscular chest, and the smell of his musk adds to the smoke and roasting ohastrix.

  Licking his lips, he tears my singlet from the center, exposing my breasts and stomach. He takes my painfully hard nipple into his mouth, sucking it with inexhaustible fervor while kneading the other breast with his hand. My heart races and warmth gathers between my legs; I want him so badly. I gasp when he reaches into my singlet to tear it further; the cool, Ohalessan breeze gives me chills, but I quickly warm when Kest reaches for my sodden entrance.

  “You’re soaking,” he whispers in my ear, a laugh in his voice. “Protest all you want, but I think you’re enjoying being my pet.”

  I growl, but when his fingers drive into my pussy, I moan euphorically. He pumps them a few times, each one making me hotter and more desperate for relief. When he pauses to strip off the rest of his clothes, I watch as though hypnotized, waiting for the moment when I can see his mammoth cock. I want to feel every inch of it sinking into my hungry pussy, to grip down on it and milk it dry.

  “Yes, sir,” I say. “I think I might.”

  When I imagine all the amazing places, people, and creatures I could meet just on this planet alone, it boggles my mind. Of course, I could have explored back on Earth, but then I didn’t know Kest.

  “Is that so? You’ll serve me whenever I ask?” he says, pulling out his cock.

  “Yes, sir,” I reply. Every inch of my body feels alive, ready to take in his manhood. He strokes his cock slowly, spreading my juices along the length of his shaft.

  “You’ll submit to all my demands?”

  “Yes, sir!” My fluids drip down my thighs and into the blanket beneath us. I’m like a toy in his hands, begging to be played with. I’m tired of waiting.

  “You’ll obey my orders without question?”

  “Yes!” I scream.

  “Let’s test that.”

  Kest reaches to his pack and pulls out a set of Yckjer clamps.

  Oh, God.

  “Attach them to your nipples, pet,” he says, holding the devices in his palm.

  “Aren’t they going to hurt?”

  He nods. “At first, but you’ll get used to them. Maybe you’ll even find you like them.”

  Considering the pain I know they can cause, the devices don’t look wicked and evil. They’re so small, they’re hardly visible: just two thin metal bars connected on each side by a sliding catch. The bars move freely now, but once they’re turned on, they’ll clamp down on my nipples ferociously, and won’t come off until they’re told. If it was just me playing around with them, I’m sure I could control them through my nanites, but I have a pretty strong feeling I won’t be able to remove them until Kest agrees.

  He stares at me expectantly; if I want relief, there’s only one way I’ll get it. I take the clamps from his hand.

  Looking down at my breasts, my nipples still erect, I position the first clamp. As soon as it touches my skin, it bites down, squeezing my nipple so hard I howl in pain. For a second, I think I might pass out, the sensation is so intense.

  How am I supposed to put on the other one?

  I mewl, my hand shaking. “Please, can you?” I ask, squeezing my eyes shut and holding out the clamp for Kest.

  “No, pet. I told you to do it. Don’t disobey.”

  Groaning, I try to prepare myself. I remember what he said: it’ll hurt at first, but I’ll get used to it. Even now, the sting of the first clamp is subsiding, becoming a more manageable throb. I take a deep breath, then press the clamp to my breast.

  Like before, the pain hits me like a jolt of electricity. I cry out, trying to withstand it. A tear drops on my cheek and rolls down my chin.

  “Good girl,” says Kest, kissing the trail left by the tear. “I’m proud of you.”

  “Thank you, sir,” I say.

  He runs his hands over the clamps, stoking the embers of my torment, but with his other hand he rubs my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The mingling sensations run together, confusing me. I want more of everything: the pleasure and the pain. Is that normal?

  As if Kest knows what I’m thinking, he lifts me up and turns me over, setting me down on my hands and knees. My breasts ache worse, as the clamps now pull down on my nipples; I gasp, but also quiver, spreading my legs submissively. Kest grunts, moving into position. He spanks my ass a couple times, earning fresh moans from me. I feed off the pain, my arousal surging to heights rarely experienced.

  When he finally thrusts his cock deep into my pussy, it slides in effortlessly, despite his intimidating girth. As he spreads me apart, inch by inch, I shudder and groan. Spasms of pure bliss overwhelm me, neutralizing the pain of the clamps and the stings of being spanked.

  Once he’s bottomed out and can’t go any further, he begins to thrust. The feeling is like getting on board a roller coaster that speeds off without any warning; I’ve barely had a chance to buckle in, and it’s corkscrewing up into the air at full speed.

  “Oh, God!” I scream, launching into subspace.

  Kest pulls back on my hair, forcing me to keep my head up. His thrusts get harder and faster, like a machine that’s spinning out of control. In seconds I’m ready to come.

  “Not yet,” he snarls, spanking me hard. “From now on, you come only when your master allows it. Understand, pet?”

  I don’t reply. I can’t think straight with his cock inside me like this; all I want is more. Rivers of molten bliss are pouring into me, and my eruption can’t be held back. Before I know it, I’m coming; I howl until my lungs are empty, and I’m so lightheaded I nearly pass out.

  “What was that, Haley? I just told you not to come.”

  “I’m sorry,” I mumble, though I’m lying. I feel as though every cell in my body just came; of course I’m not sorry.

  Kest taps on my bottom, aiming for the spots still sore from being spanked. I yelp with each one, my voice heady with renewed arousal.

  “Look at my cock, pet. I haven’t come yet, and you have. Do you think that’s fair?”

  “No, sir,” I say, dripping with excitement. I shouldn’t be so eager for punishment, yet for some reason I relish the idea of a harsh spanking.

  “No, it isn’t. Luckily, I know a way we can both get what we deserve.”

  There’s a promise, a menace and a playfulness in his voice that makes me tremble, scared and hungry at the same time.

  Kest probes my tender pussy, collecting my juices on his fingers. I sigh happily at his touch, until I feel him rubbing my fluids into my ass. My thoughts immediately turn to the device he used on my ass during the exam, and how painful it was to have inside. As big as it was, it didn’t compare to Kest’s cock.

  “Please, sir. I’m sorry! I’ll ask next time.”

  Yet, he doesn’t stop, applying mo
re and more of my own juices. “You’ll ask this time, too.”

  “Yes, sir,” I moan.

  After a few more applications, he’s ready to begin. He presses his cock against my tight bud, applying slow but constant pressure. I whimper as it begins to penetrate, spreading my tight rear. The pain makes me cringe, but I force myself to bear it.

  Kest’s grunts get louder as he works his way in deeper. “You’re so fucking tight, Haley,” he says. My cheeks flush from the compliment, though I can’t help feeling a little embarrassed too.

  His thrusts start off slow, working into and out of my ass a few times before plunging in all the way. I howl in both pain and elation, enjoying having my rear stuffed. It feels wrong, but also impossibly satisfying. By the time he begins to hammer me hard, I’m already close to climaxing.

  “Please, sir. Can I come?” I beg.

  He answers me between thrusts. “Not… yet… pet. This… time… you… wait.”

  I mumble an incomprehensible objection, needing release, but I hold back the coming tide. Kest’s form of granting mercy is to pound faster, trying to reach his own zenith. I get the sense he could go on and on, if he wished.

  “Get… ready,” he says at last, after what feels like an eternity of rising pressure. Every instinct in my body is yelling to let go, but I keep fighting.

  Kest groans loudly, driving into me so hard I’m bucking in place, my hands digging the blanket into the soft earth. My hair hangs everywhere, matted against my face; I’d blow it out of the way if I could spare the breath. I focus on any sensation I can to keep from coming without permission, knowing I only have to last a little longer.

  Then my effort is rewarded. Kest’s seed explodes inside my ass, and he grunts loud enough to scare birds from the nearby trees. “You can… come… now,” he says, still pumping me.

  My orgasm erupts like a dam breaking, unleashing a torrent of ecstasy that flows like a force of nature. I scream as the rapture spreads through my body, helped along by Kest’s continued motion. He keeps going until I’m utterly exhausted, my synapses overloaded and fried. I collapse to the blanket, his seed spilling out of me.