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)
I am back to being small now, and it is not fun.
I potter about the room a bit, just getting used to feeling like a human again. It was so odd to not have any of the biofeedback of a body. Odd, but freeing, but odd. I think, given enough time it would have driven me fully insane. Fortunately for all of us, I am only part insane right now.
While I meander about, the med bay door opens, and I find myself being stared at by my big, mad, alien boss.
“What are you doing?”
I grin shamefacedly. “Well, I thought I would…”
“No,” he growls firmly, striding toward me and picking me up in his arms.
I know immediately that I am in trouble, even before he confirms it for me.
“I am going to spank this ass so damn hard you never think about disobeying me again,” he declares.
“Yeah? Good luck with that. I know what it feels like to be bigger than a planet.”
“Good. And now you will remember what it feels like to be small, and sore, and sorry.”
He takes me to the bed, whips up my medical dress, yanks down my underwear and reaches for an infernal lash that he’s not used on me before. It has a grippy handle and a leathery protrusion that feels like hell when he plies it across both my bared cheeks.
“Ow!” I complain. “You jerk!”
The pain sucks, but it’s the indignity I react to first. I wail and I try to escape, but there’s no escaping a three-hand grip of a much larger alien.
I’ve accepted punishment in the past because I knew I deserved it, and maybe I deserve it now, but also fuck that. Fuck being spanked like a bratty little human when I have experienced so much and been so many things, and…
“Ow fucker!” I curse as the lash lands again. “Why do you even have that on you?”
“Language,” Arkon says firmly. “You need to learn to behave yourself again. All that zipping about the universe has given you delusions of authority and rebellion, neither of which will serve you.”
The third time the lash whips against my cheeks, crossing over the previous two and sending a bolt of flame through my body. I squeal again, and am rewarded with three more harsh lashes, each of which all burn even worse.
I know he’s being harsh with me because he was so afraid of losing me and facing that possibility has made him want to control everything, including me, so much more.
“I’m going to teach you how to behave,” he says. “I’m going to teach you what true obedience is. I am never going to let what has happened before happen again.”
Vague, but I get what he means. He thinks if he can just make me super obedient, nothing bad will happen again. He’s wrong, of course, but he can’t help the impulse to control. It’s built into him like each of his four arms.
He turns the handle of the whip around. It is a smooth material with a slightly ridged handle for better grip. It is thicker than a human cock, somewhere between the size of his two cocks in girth. I know this intimately, because he has begun to press it up inside me.
He fucks me slowly with the tip of the handle, pinning me in place with his many hands.
“Why,” I whimper as he commits this perversion against me. I’d understand it if he fucked me. That would make sense. But he’s not fucking me. He’s using a proxy to stretch my pussy.
“Because,” he says, understanding my question even though he is missing half of it. “This is not about sex for me. This is about establishing dominion over you before you have my child, before you become an interstellar menace, before I lose you again.”
He presses it more deeply inside me, those ridges working the slick walls of my interior with devastating efficacy. It’s pleasure, but it’s a pointed, dominant kind of pleasure. He’s making it very clear to me that he is going to turn both my pain and my erotic desires into places where he controls me.
Arkon has always been my boss. From very nearly the moment we met he had control of me and he ensured my submission through discipline, but not as much as I really needed. He left part of me feral, lawless, and wanting to explore all the worlds I could.
“You are mine,” he growls. “Mine.”
He keeps the handle moving inside me, all the way to the hilt of the handle, then out again in a slow stroke that makes my lips grip every ridge on the way out.
“I can keep you here, just like this, for as long as it takes to teach you what actual obedience looks like,” he threatens. “This pussy has always been the best way to get your attention. So I am going to get your attention by making both your pussy and your ass nice and sore, until I think you’ve finally understood what I expect from you.”