“I am,” she agreed quite brazenly. “Too much for any man.”
That he absolutely believed.
“I’m going to be spanking you a lot, aren’t I,” he said, tipping her chin up toward him so he could look down into her eyes.
“Maybe,” she agreed breathlessly.
“You’re going to have a very sore bottom,” he continued, landing a hard slap to her already spanked cheeks.
She let out a yowl and tried to squirm away, but he was not going to let her. He held her in place and swatted her bare rear several more times, showing no mercy to her heated cheeks. If she was to be his little human pet, his little toy, he was going to have to make an impression on her.
“Owwwiieeee,” she whimpered, her naked body squirming against him as he pulled her up against his chest, her legs straddling his thigh as he held her in place and spanked her harder still. “Please... oh... owww! Please!”
Kero spanked her until he saw tears gleaming in her eyes again, then kissed them away, his palm rubbing her now very red cheeks.
“Why did you do that?” Her question was a plaintive whimper.
“Because you’re a naughty little girl,” he rumbled, his large hand covering her ass. “And you need to be punished.”
A soft moan was her reply as she squirmed in place against his thigh, leaving a little wet streak where her greedy pussy had been rubbing.
Kero made a decision that instant. Slipping her to the side, he stood up and finished undressing. This little human wanted him? She would have every part and more.
* * *
Trissa looked at him with wide eyes. Her ass was stinging and he had spanked her back to tears so she was still sniffling a little now, but fuck he was hot. His body was lean and muscular, his cock long and thick and already erect. Naked, there was much less alien about him than there was human aside from the fact that he seemed to have some extra muscle groups, and his cock was much thicker and somehow stronger looking than any she had seen before. Her body responded with all the human animal arousal it could muster.
He locked his gaze on hers and crooked his finger at her. “Suck me.”
She didn’t know if she had a choice or not. Could barely tell if he had taken control of her mind or if she was simply so aroused that she couldn’t have defied him if she’d wanted to. Whatever it was, she slid forward, opened her mouth obediently, and wrapped her lips around his cock.
“Good girl. Keep looking at me.”
His stellar gaze kept her in thrall as he pushed his cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat... she felt a bolt of panic as she realized just how deep he was going, filling her mouth all the way up, making it impossible to breathe...
“Swallow,” he urged gently, one of hands sliding through her hair to hold her in place, the other sliding beneath her neck, holding her throat gently.
She swallowed and felt his cock slide deeper, dipping into her throat for a moment before withdrawing. She was his little fuck toy now. A sex puppet dancing for him as he slowly but firmly fucked her mouth and throat, making her take his cock as far as humanly possible.
Trissa could never have done this on her own, but he had more than her neck and head in his control. He had her mind, cajoling her toward taking his cock in the most intense of ways. She sniffed and squirmed on his rod as he pushed it deep and then slowly pulled it out, the flared head of his cock rubbing over her tongue.
“Little criminal smuggler,” he growled softly. “You knew you weren’t supposed to be in our territory. You thought you were going to slip by our defenses and earn a payout by delivering your cargo. But you were the cargo, weren’t you, my little toy. And all you’ve earned is punishment.”
She moaned around his cock. His words of censure were only serving to arouse her even more. He kept hold of her throat, his palm cupped under her neck as he fucked her mouth slow and deep, making her take as much of his cock as she could with every stroke. Though it was still a little scary, each new thrust making goosebumps erupt across her naked skin, she was learning to swallow with every deep thrust, accommodating him and his desire.
The head of his cock was slipping over her tongue when she felt new hands on her bottom, rubbing over her raised cheeks. This time she did not startle. She knew exactly what it was. He had doubled himself and was behind her now, his powerful fingers playing with her ass, spreading her thighs, drawing her knees apart to put her sex on display.
She suckled on his cock as her attention was drawn to her rear, to the fingertips tracing her thighs and now just gently rubbing her red furred slit. A little shiver of excitement ran through her. This was something she had never experienced, a man’s touch at the very core of her being. Her lips continued to wrap around his cock, her tongue playing nimbly at the underside of his shaft as she felt his lips meet hers... not her mouth, but her pussy.
Her eyes flew open wide as she realized he was kissing her there, his mouth on her pussy, his tongue dipping between the sweet folds to part and explore her.
“Stay still,” Kero said, his hand tightening just a fraction at her throat, keeping her in place as he looked down at her with those powerful eyes. She was utterly lost in his gaze and his grasp as he made free with her body, his double’s hot tongue lapping at her inner lips, spreading them away from the tight little entrance that they usually guarded so well.
She did not know if this was a prelude to feeling the same hard shaft she had in her mouth also in her pussy, but she was almost certain she could not take him there. It was already a strain on her mouth with him sliding so deep, the thickness of his cock making her jaw ache. She couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to be impaled on it in her most tender and sensitive place.
As she squirmed, the alien’s tongue continued its exploration, tickling the bud of her clit and making her buck against his cock, gagging a little.
“Easy, don’t choke yourself,” Kero murmured, pulling back a little.
She moaned as his double worked at her pussy, warm tongue lapping at her lips and her clit over and over, stimulating her past the point of sense. She hadn’t been able to think straight since meeting this man, and now there was no controlling gaze needed to keep her where she was. Her hips arched up to his double as she renewed her work on his cock, taking a more active role.
“Easy...” he repeated. “Settle...”
How could she possibly settle when she was being whipped into a horny frenzy by his touch? Her hips were grinding shamelessly, reddened cheeks rising and falling as she worked her pussy back against his tongue and her mouth over his cock.
“Stay still.”
She ignored his order outright and a second later she was deprived of both his cock and his tongue. She felt his grip slide down her body, then let out a squeal as she was flipped over onto her back. He handled her with such total ease and she truly was like a toy to him, smaller, weaker, malleable, controllable. Her flesh was his and he clearly intended to drive that point home as he pinned her down, his hand on her belly, her legs spread wide.
“When I give you an order, you will obey it,” he informed her a moment before his open hand came down across her pussy with a hard slap that made her yowl.
“Aw, does your poor little pussy hurt?” He made a sympathetic sound before slapping her again, bringing a swelling and a blush to her lower lips. “Does my naughty girl not like how it feels to have her cunt punished?”
His fingers returned to her pussy, using the juices that had gathered during his more gentle teasing to torment her with the most delicate of touches just barely circling her clit. She bucked her hips up toward him, earning herself another sharp swat across her pussy.
“Stay still,” he reminded her as his fingers returned to their teasing torment, touching her so gently she didn’t know if she wanted this or the pussy spanking. She squirmed again and his fingers returned in another of those harsh slaps that made her sensitive lower lips blush. Her hips bucked once more as her wail rose.
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“I told you to stay still,” he growled, his eyes catching hers. “Now stay.”
She couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. He had her now, trapped in his gaze and as his fingers roamed her sore little pussy, alternately spanking and teasing her glistening slit, she felt herself consumed with erotic sensations.
There was a cruelty about him, but it was calculated to precision effect. Had he wanted to hurt her, he could have. He was infinitely more powerful than she was. Instead, he was making her feel that power imbalance, showing her just how tender and helpless she was against him.
“You really don’t follow orders well at all,” he murmured. “Disobedient little thing. You are going to take a lot of work.”
She let out an unapologetic moan. His fingers were toying her toward climax, playing perfectly over her outer lips, then her inner folds, pinching her clit then sliding away entirely and returning to circle so very lightly over it. Never staying in one place long enough for her to actually come, but drawing her closer and closer to the point where she was sure she would die if she didn’t orgasm... and still he didn’t allow it.
“Please...” she found her voice.
“You want something, my little criminal?”
“Let me c... let me come...” She was trembling, her inner thighs quivering as he teased her to the point of climax, a point she normally would never have been able to hold back from, but something in his gaze was suppressing her orgasm.
“You’ll come when it pleases me.”
Her moan rose to a whine of complaint. Her desire was being turned against her, her orgasm denied. He pinched her clit and slapped her pussy once more and the next sounds coming from her mouth were not whimpers or pleas, they were outright curses. She swore at him with all the frustration her situation created, her words muddled but her meaning clear.
“You are in no place to make demands,” he reminded her, drawing his hand away from her pussy completely, only to return a moment later with a hard swat that stung her lips and her clit and made her hips buck against his hand as it pulled away, then returned once more with another swift slap.
He was punishing her, but the punishment was not having the intended effect. Far from driving her away from orgasm, the sharp taps and slaps drew her closer, so much so that she spread her legs and welcomed his punishing hand.
“Naughty little toy,” he growled, whipping her pussy with his fingers. “How dare you come while being punished.”
Trissa let out a cry of triumph as she came, the sensation of spanking pushing her through that final barrier and into orgasmic stratosphere.
It was not over. Kero spanked her through the orgasm, whipping her soft lips hard enough to make her squeal and writhe beneath his hand. She had come against his orders, but she could not escape the consequences. He held her down and made her take every bit of the punishment that was due to her, until finally she wailed for clemency.
To her surprise, he gave it.
“Look at what a mess you are,” he said, his lip curled with something like amusement.
When she looked down between her thighs she saw her pussy was swollen and red, her lips puffy with arousal, her juices spanked into them, making them gleam.
“Owwww,” she whimpered, reaching down to rub her sore pussy. “That really hurt...”
“Hurt so much you had an orgasm?” He sounded skeptical. “I think you like being punished, Trissa. I think you need it.”
As the glow of orgasm faded, she began to pay the toll for her disobedience. Her bottom and her pussy were both hot and sore and aching. More than that, she was embarrassed and a little ashamed of how she had behaved, giving herself to him so freely. She had all but begged him to fuck her within an hour of their meeting. What was she thinking?
He lay down next to her, moving her hand from her pussy.
“No touching,” he said. “I want you to feel that, not rub away the soreness.”
She whimpered and rolled onto her side, her face buried in his neck.
“Why are you hiding?” His tone was softer now.
“I don’t know.” She mumbled the words into the dark little spot.
“Suddenly shy?”
“Don’t know,” she mumbled again.
* * *
This human woman truly was a mystery to Kero. From aroused, to naughty, to sad, to shy, she ran the full gamut of emotions and now her red-bottomed figure was curled up against him, seeking comfort in his embrace even though he was the one who had just finished spanking her pussy.
Kero did not ask any further questions. He did not believe she would know how to answer them anyway. He lay there, stroking her back and holding her close until a change in her breathing told him that she had fallen asleep.
He felt a tenderness he had never experienced before, a desire to protect this woman. She was gorgeous, and beyond that, her character was utterly charming. She was a deviant, there was no doubt about that, but there was an innocence to it all. He detected no malevolence in her whatsoever, rare for a smuggler of any sex or species. With enough discipline, he imagined she would settle very nicely into being owned.
But that was a matter for another time. Easing her from his embrace, Kero covered her with a blanket, clothed himself, and made his way to the bridge. He had a second smuggler to catch.
Her captain had a head start, but in a barely powered escape pod that head start didn’t count for much. It was a smart move really; the pod probably wouldn’t trigger any of the major sensors because it was too small and its energy signature was close to zero.
Kero could only imagine what cargo the smuggler had chosen to take with him. It had to be enough to be worth ditching both his shuttle and a human female. Kero’s interest was thoroughly piqued now.
The chase was not a long one. Within minutes, his sensors picked up a small object heading toward the border. It was still an impossibly long way from fleeing Kilvoy space, but Kero had a grudging appreciation for the intellect behind the plan. If he had been a lesser tracker, this little bauble slipping through space would have gone entirely undetected.
He slowed his ship and piloted to match the escape pod’s speed and direction, light from a nearby star casting a shadow over the tiny vessel below. He opened a channel to the pod, ensuring that his voice would be broadcast at a strident volume.
“Cut power and prepare to be docked.”
There was no response. He didn’t expect one. He recalibrated the sensors to scan the inside of the pod to ascertain the lay of the land before he made an entrance. The readings indicated that there were several crates of cargo, but no captain. The pod appeared to be empty. Kero frowned to himself.
Something was not right. This region of space was empty. There was nowhere for an occupant to have gone. And yet he could not detect so much as a single life sign on the vessel. Had a drop-off already taken place? Or had the captain himself been hijacked by another smuggler? Surely not. If that were the case Kero would have found the captain floating in space, not the pod with the cargo.
He activated a retrieval beam and pulled the pod into one of the containment bays. When the pod was successfully captured, he made his way there and entered it. He was expecting to find a very cramped smuggler inside, but once more, it was empty. There were about six dozen crates of Jitter, a trash drug barely worth the trouble of transport. This was getting stranger and stranger. A missing smuggler, a human girl, a drug cargo worth almost nothing. Perhaps it was for personal use? Kero didn’t know. But he was going to find out. He needed to know more about this smuggler captain, and there was one person who could probably be persuaded to tell him.
Though keen for answers, Kero left Trissa to sleep for a few more hours. She seemed exhausted and in dire need of rest, and the smuggler was not going anywhere, if he was indeed somehow lurking in the interior of the capsule. Ordinarily Kero would not have hesitated to either wake up a prisoner or enter a smuggler’s capsule, but this entire encounter had been unique from the beginni
ng. Usually smugglers opened fire as they attempted to flee and he found shuttles full of armed, angry aliens ready to sell their lives dearly. This time he’d found a sleepy girl and a distinct absence.
Kero busied himself looking up some information regarding the care and feeding of humans on the ship’s computer. He prepared something for her to eat when she woke, a protein-fortified beverage with all the nutrients and minerals a human would need.
Eight hours had passed since she fell asleep, a length of time the guide indicated was the ideal sleep phase for a human. Time to wake her up.
As he entered the room where she was still fast asleep, he could barely believe that she was truly there. She was so peaceful in repose. She looked innocent and adorable. He knew she was truly only one of those things.
“Trissa,” he called her name and she stirred. Her eyes blinked open and for a moment their pretty blue gaze was confused. Did she remember all she had gone through? An ensuing blush spreading over her cheeks and nose told him that she absolutely did.
“Hi,” she said, snuggling down into the blankets like an animal in its burrow, her golden red hair mussed against the pillow.
“Hungry?”
“A little.”
He handed her the drink. She took it, sniffed it suspiciously, then sat up and started sipping at it.
“Okay this is pretty good,” she said, a small mustache appearing on her upper lip as she sank herself deeper into the drink, lifting her head to speak between sips. “We’ve been on freeze-dried rations for months.”
“Smuggling isn’t a life of luxury, is it?”
“No,” she agreed.
Kero sat down on the bed next to her, keeping his tone as casual as possible. “I have some questions for you regarding your captain.”
“Uhm, okay.” She rubbed her eyes and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “Whaddya want to know?”
“What species was he? What was his name?”
“He told me to call him Eudod. I don’t know about species. Something weird. Definitely not human.”
“I doubt he was human. Describe him to me.”
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