His Human Captive

by Stella Rising

  My mood improves as my stomach fills, and Kest tells me of his exploits on other worlds. Frequently funny and occasionally embarrassing, he recalls them nostalgically, sometimes straying on wild tangents that are no less entertaining.

  “When I got back to the Dominus, my ship reeked of Umba eggs. Even interstellar hyperspace couldn’t wash the stink from the ship’s hull. The Council scolded me for interfering in primitives’ lives. I told them I’d learned my lesson, but I think we all knew that wasn’t true.”

  I smirk, squeezing Kest’s hand. “I’m glad,” I say. “Or I’d probably be dead.”

  He raises a glass of wine. “To never learning.”

  Laughing, I clink my glass to his. “To trusting your instincts.”

  After dinner, Kest takes me to a concert not far away. Combining both operatic singing with alien instruments, the heavenly music moves me to tears. Otherworldly in beauty, physically intense and uplifting beyond anything I could have imagined, each song separates me from my body, out of physical space, and into a place of pure aesthetic fulfillment.

  Finally, to wrap up the night, Kest gets us a transport to the edge of Orandropa, a gorgeous beach that runs for miles in every direction. Now, at night, it’s largely deserted. We hold our shoes in our hands as we walk; sand slips between my toes, and for a second I feel like I’m back on Earth, walking along the Jersey shore.

  “Is this what you’ll make of Earth if you succeed?” I ask, looking back at the city.

  “No, not at first,” says Kest. “We don’t just show up and turn planets into paradise. We’ll prevent society from collapsing on Earth, but it’s up to humanity to figure out the rest.”

  I frown. “Can’t you just tell us how to make the world right? It would be so easy.”

  He shakes his head. “Human parents could easily do their children’s arithmetic homework. But then the child doesn’t learn.”

  “The children go to school,” I counter. “Will you at least do that for us?”

  Kest stops and takes me by my shoulders. “Yes, but only if the Council decides to invade. Otherwise, to them, Earth may as well not exist.”

  And all of human civilization will probably end up a tiny booth in the Ohalidium, possibly in the extinction wing.

  I look out at the waves crashing up on the beach, and then up to the stars. Despite the bright lights of the city, many twinkle from up on high.

  “Kest, I have a favor to ask.”

  He gathers me in his arms and looks to the sky with me. “What is it?”

  I take a deep breath. This won’t be easy to ask. “If the Council sides with Bakan, and decides to leave Earth to its fate, I want you to take me back.”

  Kest doesn’t answer at first, and I can feel his heartbeat quicken. His body tenses, his grip tightening. “I understand why you’re asking,” he says at last. “But I don’t want to agree.”

  Despite the warmth of his body against mine, I feel a chill. “No?”

  “I don’t want to let you go, Haley. Especially if that means leaving you on a doomed world. I can’t do it. Please, don’t ask that of me.”

  Tears roll down my cheeks. “I’m sorry, but I have to try and save my world. If your people won’t help, then what choice do I have?”

  Kest kisses my forehead. “I understand, I do. Okay, I’ll do it, if I have to.”

  “Thank you,” I say, turning to kiss his cheek.

  He smiles. “This means I have to succeed with the Council.”

  I take his hand and grip it tightly. “No, it means we have to succeed.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  I don’t argue when Kest suggests taking me to one of Orandropa’s pleasure temples.

  “It’s basically a sex club,” he adds.

  “I gathered.”

  Like I still needed to be convinced.

  Although I’d pictured a strip club while on the way, when we arrive, I find I was dead wrong. The establishment really does look like a temple: it appears built out of stone, with massive columns and spires. True, the courtyard features statues of nude men and women with perfect bodies in inviting poses, but from afar one could be forgiven for not sussing out the location’s true purpose.

  That definitely changes once we get inside: not even ten feet from the entrance, dozens of Dominars and pets are engaged in a full-on orgy. I can’t help laughing: with their bodies ranging the spectrum of colors, it looks almost comical to see them all wrapped around each other, moaning and heaving in pleasure.

  “Are we supposed to…” I start.

  “No!” Kest roars in laughter, dragging me away from the scene. “We’re not here for the orgy. I’ve requested a private room.”

  “Oh, good.”

  If he had wanted to watch the orgy for a time, I might not have said no—if anything, it would have been fascinating. But I don’t think I’m ready to get in the middle of all that.

  He leads me down a set of stairs—real stairs!—and into a dungeon. Dark and windowless, it’s lit by candles of some kind, casting a musky aroma and deep shadows throughout the room. Dozens of sex toys line the walls, and a large red bed is found in the center.

  “This looks kinda… primitive.”

  “It is, pet. This temple encourages us to tap into our primal instincts, and offers a fitting environment. Trust me, there’s plenty of technology around us—it’s just well-hidden.”

  “That works for me,” I say, blushing. “I’m feeling kinda primal.”

  Kest grins, gesturing to follow him onto the bed. “That’s good. The Dominars will want humans to be good pets: sexy, playful, and, most important, obedient. You have to live these qualities, Haley.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, sitting down on the bed with my legs folded beneath me. I set my hands on my knees and assume an alluring, yet dignified pose.

  “They will want to see what you’re capable of, pet. You must show them that a human can be trained to perform well for their Dominar.”

  “I will, sir.”

  He opens the doors of an ornate wooden armoire and takes out several bundles of rope. I giggle, seeing it.

  “What’s funny, Haley?”

  “It’s just so low-tech,” I reply.

  He smirks, taking my hands. “Some of the best inventions were the early ones.”

  First, he ties knots around each wrist, then hangs each one in the air by a grid of wooden posts that line the ceiling, forcing me to kneel at the edge of the bed. When he’s done, I tug on the bonds, though they’re as unbreakable as the telerings had been. The rough cords dig into my skin much more harshly, but the sensation feeds my arousal that much more.

  Kest undresses slowly in front of me, allowing me to watch as he reveals his immaculate form. Aches throb from between my thighs, and I bite my lip, ready for whatever my Dominar desires.

  “Dominars do not ask that our subjects worship us as gods, but when you serve your master, pretend the opposite. Do not suck my cock; worship it.”

  Shaking at his words, I open my mouth, preparing myself. Considering the unreal size and power of his cock, worshiping it isn’t difficult to imagine. I take the tip into my mouth and suck hard, going to town right from the start. It’s so thick, I can barely fit my lips around it, and my face begins to hurt almost immediately, but I don’t stop. Looking up into Kest’s eyes, I bob my head up and down, allowing his length to sink deep. I drag my tongue along his shaft, covering it with my saliva until it shines.

  He groans as I begin to work harder, but I barely hear it. In doing as he asked, I’ve put all my focus into the task at hand. Energized by his salty taste, I soon find myself moaning in time with his pleased noises, stoking his need with every instinct I possess.

  When he clutches my hair in his hand and forces me to take him even deeper, I hold him in my throat as long as I can. I cough when he lets me up, but make no complaint. In seconds, I’ve resumed sucking. His cock jerks and twitches in my mouth, tickling me pleasantly.

  “Good, pet. Just…
like… that.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see something small and dark floating in the air. I keep going, but I track it as it closes in. The size of a mouse and bent in a slight curve, I can see my distorted reflection in the device’s smooth, polished surface.

  “Mmm,” I hum, hoping to get Kest’s attention.

  He chuckles, pulling his cock out of my mouth. “I was hoping you wouldn’t see. Oh, well.” He grips my dress and hauls it down and down until it’s bunched up around my knees, exposing my body.

  The device continues, landing on my clit. I flinch when it attaches, but only out of reflex; it doesn’t hurt at all.

  “Finish what you started, pet,” says Kest. “When you do, you’ll be rewarded.”

  I open my mouth, happy to comply. As soon as his hard rod is back inside, I feel the device on my clit spring to life. It vibrates softly, but in my state, it elicits spasms of extraordinary bliss. I have to fight it back to stay focused. Every time I slow down in worshiping Kest’s cock, the device’s activity slows too. I don’t have to ask how it knows what to do: nanites.

  The condition, I realize, is a paradox: the more effort I pour into sucking that incredible cock, the more I am stimulated, interrupting my work.

  I’m being tested! I realize, my eyes widening. The challenge is to stay focused on my Dominar, to put his needs before mine.

  So that’s what I do: with every fiber of my being, I force my attention onto his cock, and my mouth. I suck and suck, letting him fist my hair and gag me on his rod; every time he does it, I come back stronger. By the time his climax is near, he’s fucking my mouth almost as much as I’m sucking him off. We’re utterly locked together in the act, the world around us barred from our perception.

  Finally, Kest lurches and grunts, his seed shooting onto my tongue. As I drink it down, the device on my pussy practically explodes into life, vibrating more powerfully than any battery-operated sex toy I’ve ever tried.

  “Oh, God!” I scream, its power launching me into an ocean of ecstasy.

  “You have permission to come, pet,” says Kest, hooking his fingers into my drenched chasm. The added stimulation is all I need, and in moments I’m riding the wave of an intense orgasm. My screams are deafening, but Kest doesn’t seem to mind. When I open my eyes, he’s staring into them, a grin on his face.

  He lets me tremble in place, my arms still securely bound, until I’ve exhausted all my energy. Awash in a blissful afterglow, I groan to myself, holding onto the throb still coming from between my legs.

  “You did well, pet,” says Kest, climbing onto the bed. Standing on his knees as well, he closes his arms around me from behind, holding my breasts. Playing my erect nipples between his fingers, he kisses my cheek. “That is the kind of performance that will make my people excited to claim humans.”

  “Thank you, sir,” I say, though I’m still trying to collect myself. It’s happening faster than usual, no doubt thanks to the nanites, but I’ve never felt so spent.

  His hands travel down to my ass, giving my cheeks a squeeze. “Though you earned your orgasm, not all Dominars care quite so much about reciprocation. Some expect their pets to serve regardless.”

  He caresses my rear a moment, then gives it a sharp spank. I wince, then shudder, absorbing the pain. I know I hadn’t misbehaved, but then maybe that’s why the spank felt good, even though it hurt a little. Kest grunts at my reaction, smacking my bottom again.

  “Ready for more so soon?”

  My cheeks flush in embarrassment, but I nod. “Yes, sir.”

  He obliges, slapping my ass twelve more times, switching from cheek to cheek, with each swat a tiny bit harder than the last. My hisses and yelps grow in volume throughout the barrage, my voice high and sharp. At first, each slap makes me squirm, and my breath ragged, but I strive to stay put, wanting to behave. My effort doesn’t go unnoticed; Kest rubs and admires my bruises between spanks, his face lit up with pride. Even I begin to feel a strange sense of accomplishment, comforted by the knowledge that I can endure more pain than I imagined myself capable, and that this makes Kest happy. Soon I feel his cock poking into my back, hardening quickly.

  “Your cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink, Haley. It’s going to drive the Council wild.”

  “Thank you, sir,” I say, squeezing my legs together hungrily.

  Kest lifts me up, then finishes pulling off my dress. He throws it aside, then grips my inner thighs and spreads my legs apart. “The Council will want to see you totally exposed, ready to be taken in any way they please.”

  “Yes, sir,” I mumble. Between my previous encounters with the small Council and the scientists, I can already feel their lustful stares. Only, this time it will be so much more intense—how many members are there on the full Council? How many will show for the meeting?

  “Are you prepared to face this humiliation?” Kest asks, tracing a finger up and down my sopping lower lips.

  “I am, sir.”

  “It will imprint in your memory so clearly, you will never forget a single detail for as long as you live. Can you cope with this burden?”

  “Yes, sir. To save my people… there’s nothing I won’t do.”

  Kest laughs. “Brave words. But don’t lie to me, pet. You may be willing to go to great lengths for your world, but we both know you’re enjoying this. It’s not exactly a noble sacrifice if you get to come, now is it?”

  “I suppose, sir,” I say.

  I feel Kest’s hand move along my rear, only this time his touch is warm and wet.

  Oil.

  He coats between my cheeks with the fluid, forcing some of it into my ass. Then I feel his cock pressing into my tight bud. I moan, bracing myself for the pain of being penetrated by such a massive member; yet, I also feel my fluids running, recalling the pleasure of having him drive deep into my ass. Despite the discomfort, it produces a uniquely enjoyable thrill.

  Kest works his way inside gently, but once he’s in, I’m already racked by the coalescing euphoria and suffering. Driving his cock in slowly only intensifies the sensation’s presence in my mind, as the longer I feel it, the less I can think about anything else. My toes curl as he holds my chest with one hand and my stomach with the other, clutching me close as he finishes urging his cock inward. He groans as he goes deep, feeling my tight ass grip down on his steely cock. I merely whimper, processing as much of the agony and bliss as possible.

  “Beg for my cock, pet.”

  I clench down hard, stirred by his throaty voice whispering in my ear. “Please, sir, I want your cock.”

  Kest grunts. “Try again. Show me how a dirty human begs her Dominar.”

  My heart pounds as Kest casually slides in and out of my ass.

  “Please fuck my ass, master! Fuck it hard!”

  “Much better,” he laughs, ramming into me.

  I scream, shaking in my bonds.

  “Keep begging, human! Tell me how much you like this, how much you need it.”

  I cry and wail, my words hardly intelligible. Every thrust of his cock feels like another explosion of carnal bliss, and I just want more and more.

  Kest never relents for a moment. He dips his fingers into my pussy, then makes me suck off the musty juices. He spanks my already punished bottom, and then pinches my nipples, tantalizing me with fresh doses of pain that make me whine and writhe. When he senses I’m close to coming, he slows down, cruelly frustrating me. But finally, when I feel I can’t take any more, he rubs my clit hard, and hammers my punished hole harder than ever.

  “You may come, pet,” he whispers into my ear.

  I appreciate having permission, though I’m well past the point of being able to hold it back if I wanted to.

  By the time I orgasm, my voice is gone. My jaw hangs open in a silent scream, as if my mute button has been hit. Kest keeps thrusting, milking himself dry, and by the time he finishes, I’ve lost count of all the orgasms I’ve had. After the first few, they blend together, a single sustained trance. Eve
n after he stops, I linger in the elevated state for what feels like hours, though it could have been minutes. I’ve lost all sense of time.

  When I start to regain my composure, Kest is standing before me, watching me closely.

  “How do you feel, Haley?”

  “Amazing,” I reply, looking up at him with a smile.

  “You did so well. The Council will approve, I’m sure of it.”

  His words glow brightly within me as he leans down to kiss my forehead. However, before his lips make contact, something changes on his face: a momentary convulsion, and then his eyes close as his body collapses to the floor.

  “Kest!” I scream, tugging at the ropes still binding me.

  Standing at the entrance to our room, weapon pointed at us, is Bakan.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Before I can react, Bakan tosses an oval gag device toward me; it floats into place, sealing my lips shut.

  No!

  Somehow, he found us. He’s dressed in a white suit of some kind; it strikes me as formal wear, though I think the nanites are responsible for that assumption. I suppose he couldn’t enter a sex palace in combat armor without raising a few eyebrows.

  “Sorry, Miss Feyn,” he begins, holstering his weapons and shutting the door behind him. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise, but I need to speak and you need to listen.”

  I look down at Kest, who lies motionless on the floor.

  “He’ll be fine, he’s only stunned,” says Bakan. “I’d never hurt one of my own kind. I’m not a monster.”

  Yes, you are!

  The gag breaks free of my lips and returns to one of Bakan’s suit pockets.

  “Give me one good reason not to start screaming.”

  Bakan sneers at me, then spits on the floor. “You humans are small-minded insects. Hurting you, killing you… You leap to the most obvious assumption, never slowing down to consider the bigger picture.”

  I scowl back at him. “That’s not true,” I snarl.