by Loki Renard
Under his hard stare, Serena could not begin to form the words she needed to say. “It’s… I don’t have a good reason,” she admitted.
“I’m sure you don’t have a good reason,” he replied. “But you had a reason. Tell me.”
“Well… uh…” She felt her face and chest and breasts flush red as she contemplated the admission she was about to make. “I guess I wanted to see what would happen…”
“I don’t believe that for a second,” he snapped. “The truth, Serena. I want it now.”
“I wanted to get into trouble with you.” The admission tumbled out quickly, surprising her as much as it surprised Zed.
His eyes widened a fraction, his jaw dropping slightly. “You wanted to be in trouble with me?”
“I guess so,” she said, her hips wriggling back and forth as a full-body squirm took over her.
“Well,” he said, taking a deep breath, “you certainly succeeded there, Serena. You are in more trouble than you’ve ever been in your entire life, I can promise you that.”
“I know, and I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t want it to be this bad.”
Zed ran his hand through his dark mane and shook his head at her. “All this because you’re a little brat who wanted her bottom spanked.”
“Yeah,” she said, biting her lower lip and looking up at him under her lashes.
“That leaves me with quite a conundrum, doesn’t it,” he sighed. “If I punish you, spank you, I teach you that acting out is a good way to get what you want.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I know I fucked up, Zed. This is not what I wanted. Not at all, not even a little bit, and I won’t do it again. I promise.”
Hot tears were sneaking out between her lashes as regret overwhelmed her. She felt about as small and silly as it was possible to feel, not just because of the huge error in judgment she’d made, but because it made her face the fact that she wasn’t just tolerating being Zed’s pet. She craved the feeling she got when he took control of her.
She began to cry openly, tears running down her face and dripping from her chin as she apologized, hiding her face in her hands and wishing that the big dark universe would just swallow her whole.
“Oh, Serena,” Zed said with a sigh. He sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her naked, sobbing form into his lap. “This isn’t entirely your fault.”
“Yes, it is.”
Large fingers took hold of her chin and directed her tearful gaze in his direction. “No, it’s not. You’re my pet. I should have seen that you were in need of some preventative discipline. I let your training slide for too long and you rebelled. It was inevitable. It’s not your responsibility to train yourself, Serena. It’s mine. And that’s why you’re going to get a good long spanking now, and every night for a month.”
“Wha!” She let out a little squeal as he turned her over his thighs and began swatting her bottom with his hand. It was not the harsh spanking she thought was coming her way. It was stinging and swift and it certainly made her bottom glow with heat, but there was no anger in it and no real recrimination either. Zed had taken responsibility for her misbehavior on himself, absolved her of her guilt, and was now giving her what she needed.
The punishment was unlike any she had received before, not because the palm falling on her rear was any different than it ever had been, or because her bottom had developed some ability to withstand his slaps any more easily, but because she was almost grateful for it. With each stinging swat she felt a little less bad about her actions, and a little more certain that Zed was capable of being there, guiding her, commanding her.
“You were very naughty,” he chided gently as his fingers swatted up and down over the crown of her cheeks. “And once this spanking is over, you’re going to go to bed and you’re going to stay there until I say otherwise, understand?”
“Yes, master,” Serena sniffed.
“And in future, before we go anywhere, you’re going to present your bare bottom for a spanking, and you’re going to sit on that hot little rear everywhere we go until you don’t have to be reminded of how things are between us.”
The slaps started falling faster as he peppered her bottom. She could feel the heat making her skin feel tight, a familiar ache sinking through her flesh and making her pussy tingle.
“Oh, no, my pet,” Zed murmured as she began to grind herself against him. “You will not be coming today. You and your wet little pussy will have to wait for satisfaction until I see fit.”
Serena let out a whimper. She could not control her reaction to a spanking; it was always the same, a rush of fluid between her labia that signaled her readiness for his cock. The slaps that followed his announcement only served to make her crave him more, a fact he was likely aware of.
However, all hope was not lost. She was not the only one who was aroused. Zed always got hard when he spanked her, and this occasion was no exception. She could feel his hardness through the thick fabric of his pants.
“Are you learning your lesson, my pet?”
“Yes!” she replied eagerly and swiftly. “I have learned it! I promise!”
He let her stand up. She was surprised he let her go so easily, until he stood up and disrobed, making himself as naked as she was. There would be more to this disciplinary session; she just didn’t know what he had in store for her.
“Bend over, arch your back, and spread your cheeks for me.”
It was a test, one she didn’t want to fail. It was also an order she was embarrassed to follow, but she did, knowing that refusal would earn her a longer, harsher spanking. With her hands on each of her hot cheeks, she spread them wide, showing her pussy and her ass to the master who owned her.
“I have had this many times,” he said, casually drawing two fingers over the cleft of her dripping pussy. “But I think it’s time I took something else.”
She knew what he meant before his fingertips reached her anus, tapping the winking bud with light spanking motions. At his teasing touch, Serena bit back a gasp and just barely avoided the temptation to let her cheeks close. She wanted to prove that she had learned her lesson, that obedience was something she could give him, so she held her cheeks open as Zed played with her anus, swatting and teasing and petting it until finally she felt something much thicker at the aperture of her rectum.
“Not there…” she gasped, even though it was too late.
“Yes,” he said as he pushed his cock slowly inside her. “Here.” The lubrication that was so wasted flowing from her pussy came into its own as it eased the slow passage of his thick rod. It was not an easy fit. Her ass was tight and his cock was broad and she felt little bursts of discomfort as he pushed deeper. The fact that she was presenting herself to him for the taking made it all the more raw. She was helping him fuck her there.
Zed drew out a little, played with her pussy and gathered more moisture, spreading her juices on his cock and then sliding back in. He was in no hurry, taking his time with her anus as he charted new territory, the flared head of his cock sinking ever deeper between her hot walls.
“You’ll remember this next time you think of provoking me, won’t you, pet,” he purred softly. “Keep your cheeks spread, I like watching my cock slide inside you.”
Serena let out a little whimper, hardly knowing what to do with herself. Her position was somewhat precarious; she was standing supporting herself, but also bent over with her hands clutching her rear. Zed helped steady her with one hand on her hip as he started to draw her back.
She could feel his pre-cum leaking inside her, more lubrication that eased the passage of his cock and made her ass tingle as if it were being filled with ginger sherbet. It was the oddest sensation, almost pleasurable. But this wasn’t supposed to be about her pleasure. This was supposed to teach her a lesson.
Zed fucked her ass long and slow, sinking almost all his impossibly long cock inside her, impaling her on the thickness of his flesh. Serena felt her legs trembling
“You feel delicious,” Zed said, mixing senses as he began to thrust harder. She could hear the desire in his voice, a husky tone that told her that he was having some trouble holding back. He was strong enough to throw her on the bed and pound her ass into oblivion, but he kept each and every stroke controlled, making sure she was not harmed by his lust, no matter how great it was.
“I’m going to come inside your bottom,” he said. “And you’re going to take it all and you’re going to thank me, understand?”
“Yes, master,” Serena gasped as both of his hands grasped her hips, displacing her grasp of her cheeks. He didn’t need her to hold herself open anymore; he was fucking her on his own terms now, taking what he wanted. She bounced along his cock, her body little more than a source for his pleasure, her sore cheeks sending sparks of excitement through her frame.
He was getting close. She could hear it in his breathing, feel it in the way his cock was expanding in her ass. The stretching and the pounding and the sheer domination started to overwhelm her, her fragile female form barely containing his animal desire. As his orgasm bore down upon her, she found herself suffused with a matching response. There was no stopping it.
As Zed let out a cry and the first spurts of his semen shot inside her, Serena came. She came even though she was not allowed to. She came against explicit orders. She came with his cum filling her ass, the tingling sensation rushing through her all the more powerfully for being deposited in that sensitive space.
Their shared climax was powerful enough to send them both crashing to the bed, Zed avoiding rolling on her by pulling out of her rear, leaving his thick cum seeping out of the stretched little hole.
With her hair sticking to her face in a sheen of sweat, Serena looked into his eyes. She saw pure satisfaction there, followed by a rakish smile and a hard slap on her sore bottom.
“You weren’t supposed to come.”
“I couldn’t help it,” she said plaintively. “I didn’t mean to… I…”
Boom!
The ship shuddered and pitched to the side. Orgasms and ass fuckings and everything else were forgotten in a heartbeat. Zed grabbed Serena and raced to the bridge, tossing her into her seat and buckling her in swiftly.
“What’s going on!?” She squirmed in her seat, his cum still leaking from her well fucked rear.
“We’re under attack,” he said, hitting a button that brought up a communication screen. Almost instantly, a Freni face appeared.
“We have been attempting to hail you for some time, Commander Zed,” the Freni said. “I am Admiral Cotts and we have been sent to apprehend you.”
“Well,” Zed said, leaning over the controls, his broad musculature more prominent than ever. “I’m afraid I’m not inclined to be apprehended.”
“If you look at your instruments, you will see that we have three ships ready to escort you,” the Freni admiral said. “And more than enough firepower to destroy you.”
“You would not dare destroy me,” Zed laughed. “I’m surprised you managed to scrape the nerve together to come this far after me. You Freni are becoming bolder.”
“We enforce our laws, commander. Come along peacefully.”
“No, thank you,” Zed replied.
“Commander, you have no weapons. Your ship is barely faster than ours over short distances, slower in the long hauls, and you are a long way from your territory. Do not be foolish. Turn yourself in immediately.”
“I’ll think about it,” Zed said with a smirk.
“Commander Zed! Turn yourself in immediately or we will be forced to open fire.”
Serena glanced at Zed. Things looked bad. They were just two people in a little shuttle with no weapons on it whatsoever. The three Freni ships bristled with various armaments, several of which streamed through space in a demonstration of firepower.
“Turn back,” Zed replied. “You are in open space where your laws no longer apply. There is one law out here…”
“The law of force,” the Freni officer replied. “And you, commander, are at a severe disadvantage.”
“Turn back,” Zed repeated before closing the communication channel abruptly.
Serena stared at him. What was he doing? The Freni were clearly not playing games. They were serious about capturing them, and they seemed to have the means to do it.
“I should put some pants on,” Zed mused. “Hold tight there, don’t get out of your seat. There will be more shots like that one.”
He disappeared for a quick minute, then returned with his pants on, still no shirt and no shoes whatsoever. Serena stared at him as he took the pilot’s seat and fastened his belts around his shoulders.
“What’s going to happen?”
“I suppose we’ll continue on our course and they’ll follow us,” he said. “Firing occasionally, if they get up the nerve.”
“You’re not worried about this?”
“No,” he said. “They’ve left their run far too late.”
He was smiling. Definitely smiling. And in spite of how scared Serena was at the sudden appearance of the aggressive Freni, her fear was tempered by the fact that not only was Zed not concerned, he actually seemed to be enjoying himself.
“It’s been quite a while since I was in a dogfight,” he said, rubbing his palms together.
Serena watched wide-eyed as he took manual control of the shuttle and began to fly the ship away from the Freni at high speed.
The Freni gave chase immediately. The monitors showed all three ships behind them in a ‘V’ formation, firing occasionally when they thought they had a shot. With Zed at the controls, no further shots actually made contact. Occasionally the bridge would be lit up with a bolt of light from a near-miss, but he seemed to have a second sense when it came to avoiding their weapons.
“You’ve done this before,” she said as she was jolted around on her sore bottom.
“I was a battle pilot in my younger days,” he said. “It’s been a long time since I had a chance to play like this.”
Play. There didn’t seem to be much in the way of play involved. He seemed to have been taken with some masculine madness, a sense of invincibility that Serena did not entirely share.
The chase went on for hours at impossible speeds, stellar objects passing in a blur as Zed piloted the ship through an asteroid belt, sending it this way and that, fishtailing across the universe. As time wore on and they remained in one piece, Serena started to feel a little more comfortable and share some of Zed’s glee. They were getting away. They were really getting away! The Freni ships were receding in the distance; if Zed could just keep extending their lead, maybe they could lose them.
Serena’s hope for an easy out crashed and burned as Zed let out a little chuckle and rounded a planetoid. He pulled back hard on a lever and the ship suddenly slid to a frictionless halt in the sky. Serena felt as though all her internal organs were trying to fall out of her skin as she was pressed hard against the belts, her clit receiving a surprisingly pleasant insistent pleasure as the shuttle powered down.
“What’s wrong? Why have we stopped? Did we run out of fuel?”
“We’ve run far enough,” Zed said, unbuckling himself. He came over to her and undid her buckles too, helping her stand on shaking legs.
“But they’re still after us!” She pointed to the monitors, which showed the Freni drawing closer, their purple ships spearing through the sky. “Zed! They’re coming!”
“Patience, pet, we’re in no danger now.”
Serena thoroughly expected to be blasted to smithereens. The Freni ships were still getting closer, growing by the moment, though they were holding fire, perhaps because they were accepting what seemed to be Zed’s surrender.
She tugged at his arm and tried to get him back into the pilot’s chair. She may as well have tried to move an elephant for all he shifted. “Zed! We have to go!”
“No. We don’t.”
He was smiling, those big canines more prominent than ever. Serena was on the verge of uncontrollable panic when suddenly the lights around them seemed to go out, stars above blotted out by a huge shadow that slid slowly over the ship. She looked up to see the underside of something much, much, much larger than them, a leviathan battleship. Zed hit the rear monitors to show her that it was flanked by two others, and then five more behind it, and then seven behind that. Serena had never, ever felt so small before. Each of the ships sliding above them seemed to be the size of a human city. She was a speck in comparison. Their shuttle was like a mote of dust against an elephant compared to the vastness of the craft above them.
“What… who is up there!?”
“That is my fleet,” Zed smiled. “Part of it, anyway.”
Serena stared at the ships passing above. Even at a distance they were impossibly large, almost too big to really take in. “These are all yours? How many people does it take to crew those?”
“Ten million men,” Zed answered. “And not a single one as much trouble as you.”
“Ten million men!” Serena stared at him. “You never mentioned commanding ten million men!”
“It wasn’t especially relevant,” Zed said with a handsome smile. “I was too busy attempting to command you.”
She stared at him, then at the ships, and then at him again. A thousand questions fought to be expressed by her tongue.
“Really? All these ships are yours?”
Zed smiled proudly, enjoying her surprise. “All these and then some.”
“How did you end up crashed on Earth all alone when you have all this backup?”
He looked a little less proud at that question. “Sometimes I like to take solo trips to remote destinations. Earth is set in very remote, rarely trafficked terrain. It’s the perfect space to fly, very open, no speed restrictions.”
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