by Loki Renard
“Captain, this is my pet, Serena.”
The captain’s arctic gaze blazed into Serena. “So you are the feral little human who wounded my man.”
“I am,” Serena agreed. She could feel Zed beside her, more tense than usual. Something was happening. There was expectation in the captain’s eyes. “I’m… uhm… sorry about that.”
“Are you?”
A hundred comebacks flashed through Serena’s mind. Sorry the crewman cried like a little girl. Sorry the captain’s crew were afraid of humans half their size. Sorry he didn’t seem to understand an apology when he heard one. She bit back every single one of those responses and instead replied with nothing but a humble nod.
“Serena understands she needs to atone for what she has done, and also to prove her submission,” Zed announced. “She will do so in the traditional fashion.”
“We will see about that,” the captain said. “Proceed with your demonstration, commander.”
“On the bed, Serena,” Zed commanded. “Hands and knees.”
Serena blushed furiously under all those masculine eyes. Surely Zed wasn’t going to… this wasn’t… while her mind raced to try and understand what was happening, her body was obeying Zed. She could feel his mind in hers, a steady pressure that did not control her actions, but guided them. For once, she did not fight his will.
Never before had she been so exposed, so publicly bare, but to Serena’s surprise, the experience was not entirely unpleasant. Yes, it made her blush to the very core of her being, but that heat brought with it an excitement that suffused her body.
They stepped toward the bed and for the first time, Serena realized that the bed sat on a round platform that was set in slow rotational motion, not fast enough to make her giddy, but more than enough to allow those ranged around the room to get a three hundred and sixty degree view of her fragile female form being thoroughly dominated by the one they called Commander Zed.
As she knelt on the bed, Zed reached down and ran his large palm over her head. He was standing just inches from her, his long cock directly before her. She knew what she was going to be asked to do before he uttered the command.
His hand closed around the base of his cock, the thick head brushing her lower lip. “Suck me, my pet.”
Trying to forget about all the others in the room, Serena obediently took the length of his cock in her mouth, feeling the thickness and fullness of it as her lips stretched to accommodate him. She had not sucked him before; he had not asked it of her, and she had been too distracted by what his thick penis was capable of doing to other parts of her body to wonder what it tasted like.
She quickly realized that had been a real oversight. The pre-cum that made her pussy tingle tasted quite delicious with a flavor she was unfamiliar with but that she very much liked. It was like an exotic fruit, tangy and bittersweet. The fizzing sensation was also soon at work in her mouth, tickling her tongue, teasing every inner surface of her mouth as she slid her lips as far down his shaft as she could, greedily lapping under the head of his cock to try to tempt more of his flavor out.
“Have you forgotten to feed her? She’s starving for that cock,” one of the onlookers noted. A ripple of husky amusement passed around the room, making it impossible for Serena to forget that she was on display, watched by a pack of dominant men as she sucked Zed’s cock with increasing eagerness.
Her own arousal was already starting to come into play. Embarrassment made her whole body flush pink and sent blood flowing to her pussy, which was already excited by what her lips and tongue were experiencing. Whoever had commented was right; she was ravenous for Zed. She craved him in a chemical way that could not be denied.
“Good girl,” he praised softly. She looked up, her green eyes meeting his. There was lust there, and more than that, approval. He was pleased with her. She was doing well. His acknowledgment made her want to please him all the more. She slid his cock out of her mouth for a moment and leaned forward, running her tongue over the base of his shaft and lapping at his balls.
Zed let out a groan, his cock growing ever longer and ever harder as Serena put on a show of sexual submission that seemed to please everyone in the room.
“I want one of those,” someone muttered at the very edge of her hearing. “Think the captain will detour back to Earth?”
Zed slid his hand down over her back and slapped her bottom lightly. “Lift this up,” he said. “Show everyone how wet you are already, how your pussy prepares itself to be fucked the moment you so much as scent my cock.”
She blushed, but it was true. Her wetness was already starting to escape the chalice of her lips and trickle down over her clit. She was highly aroused, perhaps from the excitement of being on display, perhaps because suckling at Zed’s cock and taking his tingling pre-cum into her belly was having other effects, she really wasn’t sure. What she did know was that her vision was brighter than it had been before, her senses heightened. She could feel everything, the soft sheeting beneath her hands and knees, the air touching her skin so intensely it was almost as if she were aware of every atom.
She arched her back, displaying her rear with a slow sway of her hips. Around the room, powerful alien men locked their eyes on her fragile female form, captured by the curve of her rear, the pink blushing bottom that still bore the marks of Zed’s displeasure.
The little murmurs and comments died away completely as Zed took hold of her hair, slid his cock in and out of her mouth a few more times, stroking streaks of pre-cum over her eager tongue, and then used his grip on her hair to turn her about so that she was facing away from him. He pushed her head down toward the bed, her breasts and face resting against the soft covers, her eyes free to roam the faces of those who were watching.
She closed her eyes at first, residual shyness making it impossible to look. The darkness made her concentrate on the sensations again, her pussy so wet and so ready, Zed’s hard cock lingering just outside her labia, gently parting them with one long… slow… thrust.
Serena let out a gasp as he pushed inside her, the thickness of his cock parting her pussy walls with a commanding stroke. She opened her eyes and saw lust written on the faces of the onlookers. She was being fucked. Publicly. She could hear the sound her juices made as they lubricated Zed’s passage inside her, a wet sound that mixed with her little pants and moans.
She was being fucked, and she couldn’t help it. She was being fucked and her body loved it. She was being fucked and she was fucking Zed back, arching her hips to help him slide ever deeper into her tight body.
“Good,” he praised, moving his large hands to rest on her hips. “Show them how you fuck me, my little pet. Show everyone how you serve your master.”
Serena slid her hips back and forth, slowly at first, a twist of her body allowing her pussy to roll slightly around his cock with every thrust. Her fingers grasped at the coverlet, her toes curling as she was allowed some measure of control in the display, the ability to demonstrate her overwhelming need to feel Zed’s thick manhood inside her, to pleasure it with the wet walls of her clenching cunt. There was a hush in the room, a silence of near reverence as Serena submitted willingly, joyfully to her master.
She felt Zed thrust forward, his arm wrap around her waist as he leaned down over her back and whispered in her ear, “You have made me proud, my pet. Now let me make you come.”
His fingers tapped the erect, wet bud of her clit lightly, making her hips buck and drawing a soft cry from her lips. He kept stroking his cock in and out of her, keeping a steady pace that kept her filled as his fingers drummed against her mound and the little bud too. It was a spanking; not one designed to punish her, but to take advantage of her pleasure pain response.
Serena squirmed under him, her pussy unable to escape his long, thick cock. She was impaled on him while he teased and swatted her lips and clit until she could hold it no longer and began to gasp, whimper, and moan into the sheets, her splayed fingers clutching at them as she ground
her cunt back against his cock, taking every inch of him that she physically could.
Her orgasm came upon her in waves, lapping at the little nerve bundles of her clit and pussy lips and the deep interior of her pussy here and there before swelling in one great crescendo of excitement that made her cunt clamp down on Zed’s thick cock like a vise as her entire body contracted in one great spasm.
Behind her, Zed let out an animal cry. She was his submissive little pet, but it was at the insistence of her pussy that he came, his semen flooding her tight little cunt with more than it could hold. She felt his cum trickling out as he thrust inside her a few more times, pumping his thick seed inside her with each and every motion.
She felt the familiar ache as he withdrew from her plundered pussy. She slumped against the bed, quite exhausted from the fucking that had come after their private session and left her so tender she could feel every little pulse in her still contracting cunt.
Zed slid his arms around her and pulled her into his lap, cradling her close as he addressed the captain and his council.
“Serena is mischievous, and sometimes less than perfectly obedient, but that is not the criteria for a pet,” Zed said. “A pet desires to please her master, she serves willingly and out of affection. Who will deny that this woman is bonded with me?”
There was a long silence in which Serena began to worry that perhaps she had not been convincing enough.
Finally, the captain spoke. “In all my years, I have never seen a pet display like that,” he said, his voice somewhat rough with what sounded like repressed desire. “She is a credit to you, commander. And to think that just a few short days ago she was caught wild. I have no further objection to her presence on this ship, with the condition that she is disciplined appropriately for any transgressions.”
“You need not worry on that score,” Zed assured the captain. “Discipline is at the top of my agenda where this one is concerned…” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and squeezed her a little tighter.
The deep rumble of his voice and the sheer physical and emotional exhaustion made it difficult for Serena to respond to anything that was said after that. There was a great deal of discussion, none of it of any interest to her. All that mattered was that she had pleased Zed. The trouble she’d been in after biting the crewman had been more than taken care of, and she had earned her place on the ship. That was more than enough for one day.
But the day was not over. She felt Zed sliding her hair to the side and slipping something cool around her neck. She put her fingers up to feel what it was, catching a glance of her reflection in the shiny floor. Around her neck was a thick pink band of some alien compound that felt something like a cross between rubber and metal.
A collar.
“This seals your status as pet once and for all,” Zed murmured. “There will be no more questions as to whether or not you are allowed passage on this ship, or in any of our colonies. You are one of us now, Serena. As much a part of our society as I am.”
A round of applause met the announcement. Bathed in approval, Serena could not muster the rebellion necessary to reject the collar and what it meant—that she was forever a subordinate in a society she had never asked to join.
“This collar makes you mine,” Zed said. “No other man may touch you. You answer only to me.”
“As does almost everybody else,” the captain quipped.
A round of laughter followed, and then a round of applause as Zed swept her up into his arms, announced that the display was over, and bade everyone a good night.
He carried her out into the halls toward some new destination. There were a few crewmen here and there and Serena could not help but notice the way they deferred to Zed, bowing their heads and muttering phrases of respect. To a man, they all stopped what they were doing when he walked past, and did not resume it until he was gone. More than one crewman became as still as a statue upon seeing Zed, and aside from the head bow and the acknowledgment, did not move until Zed had passed by.
“You really bring everyone’s life to a standstill, don’t you,” she said, nudging Zed with her elbow.
He shot a little smirk in her direction, but made no reply.
“The men on this ship,” she said with a sudden burst of post-orgasmic clarity. “The captain even. They all call you commander. What do you command?”
“I make some attempt at commanding you from time to time,” he said enigmatically.
She shook her head at him. He did like his secrets, and she was too exhausted and overwhelmed to pry them out of him.
Zed carried her into to a large room with a great many tables in it. It looked like a dining hall. There was nobody there, but that didn’t seem to matter to Zed.
“We’re getting food?”
“Soon,” he said. “But first, this.”
He pressed a button on the far wall and the wall itself slid away. Serena uttered a little cry of fear and pressed close to Zed as suddenly the sense of being safely contained was taken away, and replaced with a floor-to-ceiling view of the infinite dark void. Vertigo assailed her senses for a sickening moment, the sensation that she could fall, no, was falling into nothingness.
“Close your eyes,” Zed said soothingly. “Then open them and look again.”
His advice made no sense, but she willingly shut her eyes, her eyelids the only defense against yawning eternity. Zed put her down on her feet and held her in front of him, her back to his body as his arms wrapped around her, holding her as tightly and securely as she could hope to ever be held. It took a few moments, but Serena dared to open her eyes again.
When she did, she saw the entire universe laid out before her, larger and grander than anything she had ever dared imagine. A nebula glowed in the middle distance, great plumes of what looked like green- and gold-colored smoke taking almost solid form. Light danced among the clouds, gleaming and sparking off little scintillas of matter in the gaseous gales.
“Those clouds are hot enough to vaporize you instantly,” Zed said. “They’re superheated clusters. You’re looking at the nursery of the stars, birthed by nuclear fusion.”
Serena felt tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. She did not understand why. She was not sad, or hurt. It took her a moment to realize that the tears were flowing from sheer overwhelming awe. She was looking first hand at phenomena people on Earth had spent hundreds of years trying to catch a secondhand peek at.
“There are myriad wonders like this,” Zed said, his body a steadying force anchoring her. “And I want to show you as many of them as you can fathom. I cannot give you your world back, but I can give you the rest of creation.”
Serena allowed herself a little snort amid her tears. He was certainly in no danger of understating matters. But maybe he wasn’t overstating them either. She was physically affected by what she was seeing, and surely this sky was only a fraction of what she would see.
Zed sat down in what was effectively a window seat, a soft ledge that seemed so close to the edge of everything that it took some time for Serena to be coaxed over to it.
“Come and sit with me,” he beckoned, his eyes crinkling with warmth.
“Nuh uh.” Serena shook her head. “What if I fall out?”
He tapped on the window. “The material this is made out of can withstand a trip through the center of a small sun,” he said. “Nothing you could do will break it.”
She edged a little closer, not because she believed in the unbreakability of the window, but because she believed in him. His long legs were stretched out, his back against the short rise of the seat; he looked handsomely elegant, and though she had just been erotically sated as much as any woman could be, she felt an almost gravitational pull toward him.
She sat in Zed’s lap and watched stars be born until her eyes could stay open no longer and sleep claimed her, a sleep like none she had ever experienced on Earth. It was not just slipping into unconsciousness to rest her weary body and reboot for the next day. It wa
s sinking into a repose more peaceful than any that had come before it. She was cradled in the arms of her lover and master, completely protected and yet also entirely exposed, in more danger than she could fathom but safer than ever before.
Chapter Six
Following her public display of submission and the awarding of her collar, Serena found herself with a greater freedom on the ship. As a pet she was allowed to roam among the crew freely, though Zed often told her not to bother the men while they were trying to work. She took advantage of every little bit of her newfound scope for exploration and more than once Zed complained about having to spend time looking for her and Pogo, who found a vast array of interesting things to do even on a relatively benign cargo carrier.
Some of the cargo turned out to be fascinating. The equivalent of live goats were being transported on one of the ship’s decks. They were not kept in little pens; instead grasses were being grown across an area the size of at least four football fields. On this internal meadow, the curly-coated goat-like creatures gamboled and grazed. They were stockier and rounder than goats, with little in the way of neck and round skulls with great doe-like eyes upon which horns two feet long grew. They were the most adorable, mildly terrifying creatures Serena had ever seen. Pogo especially loved them; he raced around hither and thither, yapping, occasionally inviting an idle sweep of the horns.
She had not expected to find a part of the ship that reminded her of home, but the grazing deck soon became her favorite place. The creatures themselves were of interest to her, largely because they were clearly ruminants, and hooved, more evidence of convergent evolution spread throughout the universe.
It would have been easy to stop her explorations there and assume that everywhere was like home in some essential way, but there were also parts of this ship that made no sense to her, that were stranger, sometimes so strange they made her brain twist.