by Zara Zenia
"Nasty Natasha died," I said.
"What?"
"Last week. She was up against Lord G'Toka and he cut her in half!"
"Yeeesh... That's too bad."
He looked into the distance and grimaced.
"It's a real shame to hear that actually. I always really liked her."
"Me too, that's why I sent for Carina. I thought that if I met a woman like that then I would meet my match."
"Be careful what you wish for," Arlodd said.
"I feel like an idiot," I moaned.
"Hey..." he leaned over and patted me on the back. "At least get her into bed, right? I mean..."
"She won't do it. Believe me, she's not interested. If only it was the other way around. When I sent for a bride I was kinda hoping they'd be fierce in the bedroom and silent in everything else. It's like the total opposite!"
He laughed again and I really wished he'd stop.
"What can I say?" he chuckled.
"Well, haven't you been with loads of females? Have any advice?"
"Maybe," he gave me a sly smile.
"Ok, let me tell you a story. When I was a young fighter in the amateur leagues I was a pretty handsome guy. Well, I'd like to think so anyway."
He laughed and smacked his hand off his stomach.
"Of course, age does terrible things to your looks."
He looked down to his corpulent, scarred body and sighed.
"You were saying?" I prompted.
He looked up as though he had just woken from a dream.
"Yes... women. That's what we were talking about. Those elusive creatures that keep us up at night. The best ones do, anyway, and when I was younger I had my fair share of fun and heartache with the fairer sex. I will always remember one girl in particular thought. Her name was Risty Wardez and she was part of the Intergalactic Gladiator Groupie Pact."
"What's that?"
"Ah, it was disbanded before you arrived in the arena. They were basically a group of young gladiator lovers who traveled through space and time to make love to as many warriors they could.”
"What? You’re making this up."
He nodded with a knowing look in his eyes.
"Risty..." he continued with a nostalgic, faraway look in his eyes, "She was one of the most beautiful, little Kheechi's I'd ever seen, came all the way from the outer Ucran Nebula. She was tall with legs that went on for days, three large pendulous breasts that took your breath away and the greenest skin you'd ever seen. She liked me and made it obvious, made me chase her for months. The only problem was that when we were alone together, she'd act all shy. There were even times when she pretended she hated me."
"So, what happened?"
"Ok, here's the secret."
He leaned in close.
"Girls like that who pretend they don't want you when they really do, they love it rough. They're trying to tease you until you break and lose control. They drive you wild on purpose so you just take them."
"Take them?" I asked with a frown. "Oh!" I suddenly realized. "Isn't that... violent?"
He smirked and looked around to make sure no one was listening.
"I said rough, not psychotic. Be firm, be rough, throw them around and dominate them but don't hurt them for real, obviously."
"I think I get it."
But I didn't really. The thought of dominating Carina worried me. She was so small compared to me, looked more like a doll than someone I could just "take." It seemed cruel somehow.
"I think I can guess what you're thinking," he said. "You're worried it'll somehow make you a monster."
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Well let me tell you something else. You tiptoeing around her like a frightened moth won't make her respect you. That's why she talks back to you, you know because you haven't shown her who's boss. You need to take control."
It was starting to make sense.
"I suppose you're right. I have been kinda soft with her."
He smiled again, his broken teeth looking back at me like a row of condemned houses.
"I'll do it," I said with conviction.
Maybe, I secretly thought to myself.
Chapter 8
Carina
I'll do it, I think. I'll get the hell outta here as soon as I can scrape together enough money.
He was always leaving cash around the house and I was taking a few notes every week. Not enough for him to notice, but enough for me to stockpile under the bed so that when the time was right, I could make a run for it.
I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor, again. Not that I didn't mind cleaning up at times but he wanted the place immaculate. He seemed to think all I was here for was to clean and look pretty for him.
"Urgh..."
I stood up and pressed the back of my hand to my sweaty forehead. The mop smelled ferociously bad as I swiped it across the floor. There was something so weird and awful about the cleaning products on this planet. I don't know what they were made of but they smelled the opposite of clean, more like death and decay in a lime, green bottle.
Of course, I should be grateful. He hadn't whipped me since I arrived and he had been feeding me well, even though the food was a little terrifying and gross at times. But whatever I was eating, I was starting to look better. There were times when I'd caught my reflection in the window and barely recognized myself. My breasts were full and pert now and no longer the flat, miserable things that I owned previously. For the first time in my life, I didn’t have protruding hip bones and my bottom had expanded so that I'd started to develop one of those hourglass figures I'd only ever heard of. Yeah, I was starting to look better, and so was this floor. It was so clean I could see my own face reflected in it, the face that hardly looked like me at all. I no longer had cheekbones that stuck out and sunken eyes as though I'd never slept. My lips were plump and full too, something I never thought was possible.
Still, cleaning, I hated it. While Gar'zul was out training all I'd done was scrub and wipe away the grime. In a way, I'd replaced one form of slavery with another, more comfortable kind of servitude. Surely, there could be a time when I was my own person. Tossing the mop and bucket aside, I slumped down on the floor and gulped down some water. It was times like this when I often drifted off into a daydream, imagining what life would be like if I could wake up one morning and make a decision for myself. It was a luxury I'd never had. Would I even know what to do with it? Since I was born, I was told when to wake up, what to eat, where to go, how to dress. I couldn't imagine it any other way, but I wanted to.
I thought about the money I'd squirreled away upstairs. Would it be enough? I didn't really understand the currency of this planet and I'd never had the opportunity to use real money before on Earth. Suddenly, I felt horribly useless and vulnerable, like a child that had just been tossed out into the adult world with no knowledge of how to fend for themselves.
The crackle of tires on the gravel driveway broke me from my thoughts. Gar'zul was home. Jumping up to resume mopping, I looked to the ground as he entered the house and hoped he wouldn't talk to me.
"Hello, Carina. I see you've been working hard."
"Yep..."
I could smell him from the other side of the room. He was foul and reeked of sweat and who knew what else. Looking up at him, I saw he was trailing his dirty boots across the freshly cleaned floor, dumping his grubby clothes as he walked.
"What the hell are you doing?" I erupted.
"Eh?"
"I just cleaned this place!"
"So?" he shrugged.
"Ugh! You want me to keep this place clean but how am I supposed to do that when you fuck it all up."
I threw the mop to the floor and kicked the bucket, spilling the dirty water all over the sparkling tiles.
"There! Now we've both fucked it up. Happy? We live in a slum now," I seethed.
He continued to move toward the stairs.
"Carina," he said.
"What?"
He point
ed toward the bedroom.
I gasped in horror.
"You're not suggesting I…?"
He pointed again.
"Bedroom, now."
"If you think I'm just going to go in there with you and be some sort of sex slave then you can go fuck yourself."
His eyes bore into mine.
"I'm not going to tell you again," he said.
"There's no chance in hell I'm going in there with you. No way."
I folded my arms across my chest and huffed. He moved toward me and I took a step back.
"Get away from me!"
Without warning, he grabbed me by the hair. I screamed and struggled to free myself but his fingers had a grip like a vice.
"You bastard! Let me go!"
Without much effort, he began dragging me up the stairs until my scalp began to sting so much I cried.
"You're hurting me, stop!"
He let go of my hair and I slumped to the ground.
"What are you doing, you psycho!"
He didn't say a word, just picked me up and flung me over his shoulder.
"No!"
I thrashed my limbs against him but it was no use. He threw me onto the bed like a ragdoll. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pointed to his lap.
"What?"
"Here, now!" he bellowed.
I shook my head.
Then his hand was around my neck, yanking my tiny body across his thighs. Ripping off my dress and panties, he exposed my ass.
"What are you doing?"
Struggling with all my strength, I tried to climb off him but it was too easy for him to hold me in place.
"You have disobeyed me," he grunted.
Then he slapped my ass hard, the pain only being exceeded by the sound of his hand connecting with my pale skin. A scream ripped out my throat. I cried and pleaded for him to stop but it came again, the searing pain across my buttocks.
"This is my house! You do as I say!"
"Okay!" I cried. "I'll do anything you say."
I should have hated him but for some reason, I didn't. In a way he was right. This was his house and I knew what I was getting myself into when I agreed to marry him. And in a way, as much as I didn't want to admit it to myself, it was kinda cool getting to see this new alpha side to him. Where had he been hiding that? Dare I say it was even sexy?
Still, no matter how big and strong his body felt as I lay across his lap, it didn't stop my ass from hurting. I was in the bathroom looking in the mirror at the enormous, red handprint that was forming on my skin. A noise came from the bedroom and I looked through a crack in the door. Gar'zul was lying back on the bed looking smug and satisfied.
"You look pretty happy with yourself," I said as I sat down beside him.
He didn't say anything, just kept looking past me.
"What's with the silent treatment? Usually, you can't wait to bore me with tales from the arena."
He looked down at me out the corner of his eye.
"What did I tell you about disobeying me?"
"Uh?"
"You're talking back to me, woman. You've been getting away with it for too long, treating my house like it's a hotel and talking to me without an ounce of respect. It's time you learned your place."
He wound his muscular fingers around my wrists. I liked the way it felt, secure and possessive like he was keeping me safe.
"I'm sorry," I found myself saying, "I didn't realize I was being so rude to you."
He held my wrist tighter, squeezing it hard as he pulled me toward him.
"Come, sit."
Pulling me onto his lap, I had no choice but to straddle him. It was then that I realized he was hard, his long cock pushing up against my thigh.
"What the…?"
I tried to figure out how long it was but I couldn't believe my eyes.
"It can't be..."
He smirked and ran his hands up my thighs.
"Have you been with a man before?"
I shook my head and bit down on my lower lip. This new dominant side to him, it was making me wet and I didn't know what to do about it. My cheeks were burning. I could tell my face was turning red with embarrassment. Glancing down at the floor, I tried to ignore the sensation between my legs.
"I can smell you already," he said. "Your human pussy smells sweet and wet."
I grew wetter, a torrent of liquid passion seeping out and down my thighs.
"I've never done this- I'm sorry I- This is crazy but -"
He placed a finger to my lips to silence me.
"It's about time you fulfilled your purpose."
Hooking his fingers into the side of my dress, he ripped it from my body in one swift movement, revealing my pert breasts and soaking vagina.
Grunting as he grew harder, he ran his hands over my body, his long talons tweaking my rigid nipples. Then he leaned forward and sucked on them, moaning as his tongue ran over me. I was becoming wetter by the second and instinctively started to grind myself against him.
"You want to be fucked?" he asked as he rolled me over onto my back.
Pinning my arms up above my head, he lay on top of me with his weight bearing down on me. Pulling my legs apart, he took his cock out from his pants.
"How big is it?" I whimpered.
He smiled as he began to stroke it.
"Big enough," he said with his head cockily tilted back.
"I... I don't think I'm going to be able to sit on that thing," I cried.
"You'll do as I say," he said as he pressed his tip to my wet, juicy lips. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"No! It'll hurt."
"It'll be the most exquisite pain you’ll ever feel," he said.
The head of his penis was pushing into me, stinging my virgin skin. I felt the snap of my hymen, the sensation of hot blood soaking onto his rigid cock. It hurt more than I could imagine, but it felt unbelievably good too. I was getting wetter by the second, riding his length up and down more and more. I slid in an extra inch, then another.
"Gar'zul!" I screamed and fell forward onto his chest.
Sinking my teeth into his muscles, I felt the sour tang of his blood on my teeth. He groaned and gripped my hips hard, forcing himself further into me.
"You really are a virgin," he said. "You're so tight."
"Oh, God!"
"You like that?"
"Unhuh... I've never felt anything like it."
"Sweet human... You feel so perfect."
He thrust a little harder until I could feel the tip of his rock solid cock press up into my stomach. I screamed and dug my nails into his arms.
"Harder!" I cried.
And he wasted no time doing what I asked. He fucked me harder, then harder still until he was thrusting into me like a jackhammer.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" I screamed.
He roared as a wave of pleasure ran through him, flinging his head back as he ground his hips into mine.
"What's happening?"
There was a feeling I didn't recognize, the sensation that I was on the cusp of exploding.
"Something's happening to me!" I cried.
"It's natural, it's supposed to happen," he whispered into my ear as he brushed the sweat covered hair from my eyes.
"I think I'm coming Gar'zul. I think I'm..."
A tidal wave of heat and ecstasy ran through me as I lost control of my body. A steady stream of wetness flowed from me as I thrashed and kicked, my toes curling up beneath me and my vision blurring at the sides of my eyes. It felt as though the breath was being knocked out of me. It felt as though I was dying and being reborn.
"Fuck!"
I shook violently with my pussy contracting around his penis. Then I collapsed onto him as I tried to regain my breath.
"Oh, my God," I whispered. "I never knew that was even possible."
"I hope you're not too tired," he replied. "Because I'm not finished."
In one swift movement, he pushed me off him and turned me over so that I was on all fours. T
hen he was inside me once again but none of the gentleness he possessed a moment ago. He fucked me hard, roaring and digging his talons into my waist. He thrust so hard I was sure he was gutting me but somehow it wasn't enough. I wanted more of him, wanted to feel his entire length inside me until it tore me apart.
"Harder! Harder!" I begged. "Fuck me harder!"
He rammed himself into me as hard as he could with his sweat dripping onto my back and his breath hot and moist against my neck.
"Are you ready to feel me come?"
"Unhuh," I whimpered.
I felt the shaking start in his thighs before it traveled up and up until his entire body was trembling. His buttocks clenched tight and he roared one final time as he came. His ejaculate pumped into me over and over until there was so much it was cascading down my thighs and pooling around my knees. It soaked into the bed and covered my hands. It was everywhere and it smelled as strong and powerful as he was.
At last, he slid out of me leaned back on his heels.
"I never thought... I could feel… that way," he gasped for air.
"Me neither."
We remained silent for a few minutes as we caught our breath and recovered. When the sweat began to cool on our naked bodies, he stood up and scooped me up in his arms.
"Let's take a bath," he said. "I want to hold you some more."
Carrying me through to the bathroom, he turned on the taps and I watched as the steam began to rise around us and engulf our exhausted bodies. He kissed me softly on the forehead then lowered me gently into the hot water, looking at me with sheer adoration as the water lapped at my breasts.
Chapter 9
Gar’zul
Arlodd was sitting beside me, tending to a wound on his hand.
"That bastard ruined my knuckles," he groaned.
"You mean you ruined that bastard with your knuckles. He's dead, you punched him to death remember?"
"Whatever."
The door glided open and Davoth entered waving a program in the air.
"The timetable is here!"
"Yes!" I jumped up.
"About time," Arlodd mumbled.
Davoth squeezed in between us.
"It stinks in here," he complained.