by Loki Renard
“The most important training any pet can receive, even one who is passing as a free citizen, is obedience. I want you to be obedient to my every order. I want you to look to me for proper conduct. That could save your life.”
“Well, I don’t want to be obedient to your every damn order! I hate your orders! They’re boring!”
“Well, pet,” he said, his tone becoming very calm and calculated. “I don’t want you to be bored. Let me see what I can do to remedy your boredom.”
He scooped her up from the seat and tossed her over his shoulder. Tara squealed as she was suddenly confronted with a view of his rear… and the long way down from his shoulders. He’d never carried her like this before. Usually he cradled her in his arms. This was different—and it left her bottom vulnerable to his palm. He took advantage of that vulnerability, whacking her cheeks with every step he took toward the back of the house.
Tara still hadn’t seen more than a fraction of Kyren’s home. It was so expansive it would have taken months, if not years to see it all. He took her to a floor she had not been on before, one that was quite different from the homey, yet stately areas she had become accustomed to. This part of his home had more of a functional feel to it. The floors were not soft carpet. They were a smooth, hard surface. She could hear the way his footfalls sounded different on it.
He carried her into a room containing many devices of various kinds that reminded her a lot of the bench over which she had been spanked before the Authority.
“What are we doing here?”
“This is where you learn what the alternative to your training is,” he said sharply, setting her down on the floor.
His first action was to sweep the dress she had been wearing up and over her head, leaving her quite naked. Tara stood there, not knowing what to expect. Kyren was very displeased with her attitude, and she knew well enough that when Kyren was displeased, he took action—usually on her bottom. But he could have spanked her anywhere. Something different was about to happen, she could feel it.
“If you will not behave yourself, you will live as a pet,” he lectured. “You haven’t truly been shown what that is like. Now, that will change.”
She watched with wide eyes as he picked up a device comprised of a series of leather-looking straps attached to silver rings. She had seen similar things in old pictures of beasts of burden, but she couldn’t imagine how he would use it on her.
She soon found out.
Kyren fitted the straps of the leather harness tight about her body. It had loops at the back and between her breasts, and it split into two smaller straps that went along either side of her lower lips, leaving her sex bare to his gaze and touch. Somehow, the minimalist garment managed to present every erogenous zone to him in its most vulnerable form, her breasts raised by the straps running beneath them, her cheeks framed and held by the ones at the rear.
“A pet has no rights. A pet has no voice,” he said, sliding a rubber gag between her lips. “A pet must always be harnessed, leashed, and under control.”
Tara felt little thrills of excitement racing through her body. He was trying to punish her, but he was exciting her more than he seemed to know. Her nipples were erect in the harness, an obvious sign of arousal, one that he took advantage of when he procured two small metal clasps.
“Stay still, pet,” he ordered as he pressed one open then let it close around her left nipple, catching the sensitive bud in its cool embrace.
Tara let out a little whine as he adjusted a small wheel and made it sit tight around her nipple. Kyren ignored her whine and attached the other clamp the same way, putting a constant pressure on both. Zaps of pleasure went coursing through her belly and terminated at her clit, a feedback loop of excitement running through her.
He finished the ensemble with a long leash, clipped to the straps about her neck.
“A pet goes only where she is allowed to go, always at the end of her master’s leash,” Kyren growled. He proved his point by leading her about the room, and then out into the halls. Tara had no choice but to follow in his wake, her bound body entirely at his mercy.
He led her about the house, past some of the maids and guards. They knew better than to stare, but Tara felt a hot blush running the length of her body. She had worked so hard to be treated as a member of the household, and now she was being paraded like a wild animal. Though her pussy was still wet, she didn’t like this kind of embarrassment.
Kyren led her to his office, tied her leash to the desk, sat down and began working. He ignored her completely as he attended to his affairs, even when she whimpered or whined, he acted as though her discomfort did not matter at all.
Tara began to think that being treated as a real pet was not quite as fun as it had first seemed. Being this kind of pet meant being at his disposal, her own needs and desires irrelevant. So why was her pussy still wet? Why did she still have the urge to…
“Come here, pet,” Kyren ordered, snapping his fingers between his legs.
Finally, she would get some attention. It was with some eagerness that Tara shuffled forward, her leash preventing her from standing upright. She ended up kneeling between his knees, which turned out to be precisely where he wanted her. He unzipped his pants, let his cock free, pulled the gag from her mouth, and slid his cock between her lips in its place. The harness allowed him to keep a firm grip at the back of her neck as he began to fuck her mouth, moving her head up and down the length of his shaft as he plunged his cock over her tongue.
All she could do was moan and mumble incoherent little things as she felt his cock swell ever harder and begin to throb. She looked up at him and saw him gazing back at her with determination in his blue eyes, his handsome face cast in the manner of a man who only cared for his own pleasure.
Kyren fucked her mouth that way until he came, his cum filling the back of her throat until she swallowed it down into her belly. Then he pulled out of her lips, replaced the plug, and went back to work without so much as a word of acknowledgment or praise.
She sat there, her mouth bathed in his taste, her mind unable to fully understand what was happening. The tender but stern master was gone, replaced with this dominant alien who put himself first.
Tara had a long time to contemplate her situation, for Kyren worked another hour or so before untying her leash from the table and walking her back to the room with the harnesses; the pet room, so he called it.
She hoped that he would take the harness and leash off there; some of the straps were starting to feel a little tight, and she was thoroughly embarrassed by the exposure now. But he did not. He led her deeper into the room, where a barred enclosure sat on the floor. There was a thin blanket inside it, and a bowl of water on the floor, but nothing else.
“On your knees, pet,” he ordered, using his grip on the harness to push her into position. He strapped further restraints about her, pulling her arms back behind her so she could not use her hands. Then he held her in place, barely able to move, and kneeled down behind her. She was crisscrossed in leather, but the functional parts of her body were still available for Kyren’s use. He pushed his cock into her pussy in one long, hard thrust, making her gasp. There was a little discomfort in the intrusion, an ache and a sting from the plunging strokes.
As he had taken her mouth before, he fucked her pussy hard with his pleasure in mind, not hers, and came before she could, flooding her pussy with his seed. Tara let out a little whine of complaint. Kyren had never left her without an orgasm before.
“Oh, you want something, pet?”
The tone of his voice and the look on his face told her that her request would not be well received, even if she made it. This was punishment. Real punishment. She was not going to come. At least, not from anything he did in the moment. She squirmed, feeling his hot seed trickling down over her turgid little clit as she kneeled in place and waited to see what he had in store for her next.
“Pets don’t have to be civilized,” he growled down at her.
“So you don’t have to worry about what forks to use, or titles to address people by. You don’t have to worry about dinner manners at all. Do you know why?”
Tara shook her head as he stepped away for a moment, then returned with a bowl of food and set it on the floor before her. “Because pets are fed like pets,” he said. “This is all you will eat from today.”
She looked at him, then at the bowl. She realized that she could not eat from it with her hands bound, except by putting her face to it first, and doing so meant putting her head down near his feet. It made her feel very small to have the little bits of civilization she had acquired stripped from her this way.
“And pets do not sleep in beds. Pets sleep in their cages in their kennels. So when I am done fucking your tight little holes, I will put you into the cage and you will sleep there until I decide to come and fuck you again.”
Tara felt her eyes welling with tears. Kyren knelt down in front of her, took hold of her collar, and looked deep into her eyes. There was an intensity in his face and words that made her pay close attention.
“Is this what you want, pet? Is this the life you desire for yourself? Because this is how the Authority would have me treat you. Day and night. For as long as you lived.”
She whimpered behind the gag. He pulled it from her mouth. “Speak, Tara.”
“I don’t like this,” she admitted. “I don’t like you like this… you’re mean…”
“It is mean,” he agreed. “And it’s selfish and it can even be cruel. This is what I have been trying to shield you from since you got here.” His fingers went to the clips at her nipples and set them free. Tara hissed as sensation came rushing back to the little buds. She squirmed in place, her pussy wet with more than just his seed.
As harsh as he’d been… there was something… sexy about the merciless Kyren.
He looked at her with a knowing gaze. “You want to come, don’t you?”
She nodded, a little scared that he might think she hadn’t taken the demonstration seriously.
“I think even if I had chained you up and fucked you senseless from the beginning, you would have liked it,” he murmured. “You love to be taken, don’t you pet? You love to be used, to have your pussy filled… to have your bottom thrashed. It’s what you need.”
She moaned as he slowly undid each of the restraints that had held her.
“I think you can have all that and more,” he said, smoothing his hands over her body where the straps had held her tightly, leaving pink lines in their wake. “But it is up to you, pet; you can choose to be a pampered pet who obeys her master and takes her lessons seriously. Or you can be this kind of pet. A fuck toy amusement and nothing more.”
He pushed his fingers inside her wet pussy, one hand on the collar at her neck as he drew her up to stand with him, pressed her back against the wall, and started to finger her welling cunt hard and fast, his palm catching her clit with every stroke.
“What do you want? Are you going to be a good pet? Or a bad pet?”
The wet slapping sound of her pussy being simultaneously spanked and fingered filled the room, along with Tara’s wail…
“Good!”
Chapter Nine
Tara’s behavior was much improved. In the following days and weeks, she paid much better attention to her studies, and Kyren made sure to reward her with the pleasure she craved. He was not always gentle about it, or even kind. Tara’s reaction to the harness and leash was enough to tell him that she could take more than he had first thought. Sometimes he would call her to him and take her mouth, as he had that day in the office, filling her with his cum, but then he would make sure that her greedy little pussy got what it needed too. Tara was essentially insatiable, and he filled her at both ends many times, fucking his seed deep inside her. He spanked her often too, sometimes because she deserved it, sometimes not. It always made her react with desire, and he never tired of seeing her tender pussy flower under his fingers.
She was the world to him, his most precious, prized possession. She was his heart and thoughts of her often filled his head as well. Kyren was in love, deep, abiding love that almost allowed him to forget that the world they lived in was not perfect, and that there were forces forever moving against them.
He received a sharp reminder of that early one morning, when Smythers woke him from sleep and beckoned him from the bedroom. Kyren left Tara sleeping angelically under the covers and went to see what the problem was.
“Sir, you have a visitor. An Authority man.”
“A single member?”
“Yes, sir,” his manservant said gravely. “It is Mr. Hywell Junior. He says he needs to speak with you urgently.”
That was unusual. Authority men always traveled in pairs at a bare minimum, so one could report on the other if it were necessary to do so. The Authority was a suspicious organization and monitored no corner of the planet more assiduously than itself. If Hywell Junior had come alone, he wanted something devious and underhanded, Kyren was sure of it.
“Make the alpha preparations, Smythers,” Kyren said. “I have an uneasy feeling about this meeting.”
“Yes, sir,” Smythers nodded, moving away smoothly to begin carrying out Kyren’s orders. Kyren dressed himself swiftly in attire fitting the meeting, a long black coat over tall black boots and black slacks. Little in the way of ostentatious ornamentation, much in the way of menace.
Hywell Junior had been put in the drawing room, and there Kyren found him, sipping Kyren’s finest wine with the demeanor of a man who knows that the upper hand is his. Smugness rolled off him as he turned his head and flashed the bright smile of a serpent. Hywell had been blessed with wealth and power, but not with looks. All the waxing and powdering in the world could not stop his face from having a certain… wormy quality.
“Kyren, how nice to see you!” Hywell’s eyes glittered with malice.
“How can I help you?” Kyren didn’t bother with niceties. Something unpleasant was about to happen, he could feel it in his gut.
Hywell Junior took another sip of his wine; apparently he was in no hurry. Kyren stood with his hands clasped behind his back and waited for the man to explain himself.
“Won’t you sit and drink with me?”
“I’m afraid I don’t have time for drinking, Master Hywell,” Kyren said grimly. Whatever the little snot was up to, he was enjoying drawing it out. A slow slurp filled the air as Hywell assaulted the glass with his foul little mouth, rubbery lips smacking in the aftermath.
“We asked you to join the Authority once,” Hywell said at length. “I always wondered why you didn’t take us up on the offer. There would have been more power, more wealth…”
“I have plenty of both,” Kyren said dryly.
“They—the others, thought you were worried about living up to the demands of the Authority,” Hywell smirked. “But I thought it was something else. Something much more simple.”
“Such as?”
“You don’t like us.” He swilled his wine and drained it to the dregs. “It’s as simple as that, isn’t it, Kyren. You don’t like the Authority. And not for the reason most people don’t like us. Not because you’re afraid of us, but because…” He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing. “Because you think you’re above us.”
Kyren stood with his hands in the pockets of his coat, looking at the younger man who was now rising to his feet to confront him more directly. Unfortunately for Hywell, his height was not nearly a match for Kyren, who towered an easy foot or more above him.
“What do you want, Hywell?” Kyren tried to keep his tone pleasant, in case he was wrong about the Authority man’s intent.
“Tara.”
Kyren’s brow rose. “You want to see Tara?”
“No,” Hywell said, a smirk passing over his smug round face. “I want to own her.”
“Excuse me?” Kyren struggled to keep his temper. It took a great effort to contain the urge to set upon Hywell Junior and beat him out of the
house. To his credit, the only outward sign of the sudden rage he felt was the slight rise of the vein in his forehead.
“I was taken with Tara, when we were here the other week for her punishment,” the young man said. “She is beautiful. When I returned home, I looked her up on her home colony. I wanted to see if her father might give her to me, rather than you, and so you know the strangest thing?” Hywell’s murky eyes lit up. “It took some time to confirm it thoroughly, but I am now absolutely certain that they have no record of her. Or her alleged father. But there is a record of a bipedal specimen being docked here the very day Tara appeared on the bus.”
Kyren’s blood ran cold. He had sensed this trouble brewing from the start, but perhaps the situation could yet be saved. “What do you want?”
“I’m not stupid, Kyren,” Hywell said. “I know she is a pet. I want the use of her. You put her on display admirably the other day. That tight little sex would please me well.”
“Out of the question,” Kyren snapped.
“You are so foolish.” Hywell shrugged casually. “If you will not give her to me to use, I will simply take her. You think you have money here on Udine, but your gold is held in our coffers, and your balance can be wiped at any time. You think you have this house, but you only have this grand place by leave of the Authority. You think that you are someone, Kyren. But you are no one if the Authority says so. And now I am going to go back and I am going to file a report. You will be jailed. Tara will be seized and brought to me. I will use her as often as amuses me until she is destroyed… oww!”
The Authority man staggered back, blood coursing down his face from his freshly broken nose. Kyren flexed his hand, rubbed his knuckles, and prepared to repeat the treatment.
“Assaulting a member of the Authority is treason,” the bloodied little brute sneered as blood trickled down over his lips. “You will hang for this. I will have Tara while you twitch on the executioner’s rope… and then I will dispose of her according to our regulations. Nobody is above the law, Kyren. Not even you.”