Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“We didn’t ask for you to save us. And we definitely didn’t ask you to sell us. Jerk.”
Arkan’s cool, calm facade is starting to crack. I’ve cost him money, probably. He wanted to sell two of us and he’s only been able to sell one. He’ll have to make another run back to Earth to scoop some more of us up, and when he does that, I’ll be ready. I have two plans. One of them is to sneak onboard his human thieving ship and hitchhike my way back to Earth. The other option is even better.
“You’ve got a hell of an attitude for someone who was starving when I found her. You’re still underweight.”
“Fuck off, I am not.”
“You didn’t eat what they fed you,” he says. “They told me you refused practically everything they gave you. You will eat what I give you.”
“Or what?”
He fixes me with a stern alien stare. “Or I will discipline you.”
“I’ll bite you, and you know my mouth is full of all sorts of nasty human germs. You might get sick. You might have to go to the hospital. I bit one of the aliens and they went to the hospital.”
“I know. They told me. And then I covered their bill.”
“Wow, that was dumb of you.”
He gives me an indulgent but stern look. “You were not ready to be sold. It was an accident. I do not know that you would ever be suitable as a pet. You lack the ability to be comfortable.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that even provided with the means to be happy, you cannot be happy.”
I know he said he was going to punish me, but I never thought he’d hit that deep.
“That’s cold.”
“It’s the truth.” He gives me a look that penetrates all the way to the very core of all my fucked up problems and places, the parts of me I’ve tried to hide. I hate that he’s so perceptive. I’d say it’s just because he’s an alien, but the other aliens had no fucking idea what to do with me. He seems to know exactly what to do with me.
As soon as I have that thought, he proves me correct.
“Before I transport you, you need to have a taste of what’s coming when you act out. You are absolutely not going to get away with a single thing you did to that poor family, and I am not going to tolerate your human insolence.”
He opens the cage door and I step out. His threats mean very little to me. I know he won’t hurt me. Can’t break the merchandise, after all. Even the aliens I spent the last week tormenting didn’t hurt me. I’m worth too much in this fucked up alien economy to suffer any real consequences.
At least, that’s what I thought. When he reaches for me and starts to pull me toward him, I wonder if I’ve made the wrong assumption. He sits down in the chair he usually sits in when he is going to do his alien paperwork, or conduct what seems to be a longer range conversation in his head. Telepathy is very strange to be around. Seeing aliens fight without saying so much as a word is wild. I know this because the husband and wife aliens who took me home did nothing but fight the entire time I was there. Stony stares and haughty glances interspersed with occasional gasps and yowls of pain when I bit them were the order of the day.
“I’ve observed methods of discipline among humans. This is old-fashioned, but I believe it could be effective with you, as appeals to reason and sense have had little effect. You are going to get a spanking, pet.”
More tart zingers zip across my ego, skimming the surface of what I am. I feel very naked, though I am still clothed in the ridiculous pet outfit my last alien owners provided me. His final threat sends a pulse of heat through me just from the words alone.
A spanking.
I’ve never gotten one. Never had an authority figure who noticed me long enough to give me one. Growing up at the end of the world is not an easy thing. Never knew my father, and my mom, well, she had bigger things to worry about. This is the first time I have ever been over anybody’s knee, and Arkan’s alien size makes me feel small enough without the position itself contributing.
Arkan pulls me over his big alien thighs and I know he is going to make good on the promise he just made. Instead of going directly sideways over his lap, I find myself pulled up and over it in a sort of diagonal.
I knew there would be consequences for my alien rampage. I just didn’t know that they would be so exciting. My thighs are spread on either side of one of his legs, my pussy grinding against his alien muscle. I feel little pulses of excitement radiating out from that filthy fulcrum he has created.