Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
It is at this point that I realize he doesn’t use my name. I am a human to him, a tool he sees fit to use and punish if he doesn’t like what it does. I let myself think he wanted me in a romantic way when I fell asleep wrapped in his arms, but now, as the lash lands again, it’s anything but romantic.
“You will not put yourself in danger,” he says, emphasizing his words with slaps. “You will never disobey me. If I say no, I mean no.”
He’s repeating himself, but there’s no point complaining about that when it’s my rear that feels like it’s burning.
“I’m sorry!” I wail. “I let my impulses get the better of me!”
“You do that a lot, don’t you,” he says, pausing for a moment. He lets his hand run down over my sore cheeks, squeezing lightly in a way that makes it feel so much better.
“Uhm… Maybe.”
“You got into trouble the moment you walked onto the transport vessel, and now here, again, impulsive trouble. You don’t want to poison yourself, but there’s something in you that tells you to do whatever you shouldn’t. Am I right?”
He still has me completely pinned, my ass is still burning, and the heat and the pain are doing some kind of alien alchemy inside me and I can sense…
“Oh, my god,” I mumble as I feel him rub between my legs, the tips of his fingers finding my soaked sex.
“That’s not an answer to my question, little human,” he purrs.
“I, uhm…” My voice trails off into a moan as I feel him slide the tip of his finger inside me and stop at that barrier that hides in me. He toys with the entrance to my embarrassingly virginal body.
“Hmm? Still not an answer,” he growls, though his voice is softer and warmer and more amused and I think he is enjoying driving me to distraction while he stimulates me in this lewd fashion.
* * *
Arkon
This is actually all part of the training. The human will be used in experiments as a stand-in neural pathway for the machine. We believe that the human sexual response is the most appropriately complex and entirely repeatable interface for such an experiment.
When I spank her ass, she reacts one way, when I stroke her clit, another, and when she feels me entering her, her brain activity seems to drop almost altogether, though I am sure our instruments will read it differently.
I was admittedly furious when she first defied me. Fear was my first response, and that was followed quickly by the determination to punish that act out of her. But I don’t think I will be able to remove all her defiance. I think that is baked in.
Touching that thin membrane inside her, knowing how delicate it is and how easily it will be broken when I inevitably claim her gives me even more patience with my fallible human brat. Her temperament is not her fault, but she will be held to full account for her actions.
“Yes,” she finally admits in that soft, mischievous voice of hers.
I know I pushed her hard with that flurry of swats. The tone of her cries became desperate fast. The instrument I used was designed to handle creatures like her. There is not much in the way of heavy impact that would bruise or damage her, but the wicked lash of the strap leaves red marks on her round cheeks. I am pleased that it was effective the way I needed it to be.
“That’s what I thought,” I murmur. “You need to yield to me. Your own impulses cannot be trusted and will get you killed. This leash and collar may feel like a punishment, but they are protection.”
I pull my finger from inside her and lightly swat her cheeks. She could do with more color. She could do with being filled by my cocks, but not now.
There is much to be done with her, and I am doing it one step at a time.
“I need to get you into the training bay,” I tell her. “There is a lot you need to learn. So. Are we done now? Do you understand that what I just did was merciful compared to what I will do if there’s a single instance of insubordination again?”
She squirms and I know it is because she wants more touch, more sex, more release. She will not be getting any of that yet. What I have planned for her is much more along the lines of more discipline.
Her mind will be uniquely tuned to me by the time I am done with her. I will not need a collar, a leash, or a cage. She will act as I desire, she will do as she is told, and she will be mine in every way possible, including ways she can’t even fathom yet.