Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I have never interacted with human pets before.”
“People used to just breed normally, I guess?” I say. “But it was really inefficient and it was down to people to somehow pick good partners, and then often their partners weren’t good. So now, making your own kid is considered irresponsible. Because, you know, when you can create a person with perfectly healthy genetics, it’s pretty irresponsible to make a whole human with just whatever you happen to have. People used to breed however they wanted, and a lot of them had undesirable traits.”
I’m parroting the party line, but that’s how it is on Earth now, and it’s the easiest way to explain it.
“What are desirable traits?” Kronos asks the question.
“Compliant, agreeable people for working the jobs that involve being compliant and agreeable, and aggressive, vicious people for military applications. There’re others too. They breed people who work in codes and stuff. And there’s a special strain for people who go on reality TV programs.”
“So they’re breeding for temperament.”
“What else could they be breeding for?”
“Appearance?” Kronos suggests.
“Oh, no. That’s really frowned upon. That would be wrong. They breed to make healthy happy people who function correctly in the world.”
“And is everyone happy and healthy?”
“No. But it functions the way the people in charge like it to.”
I finish my chicken fried rice, and the third of my alien owners appears.
“What she wears will reflect on us.” Sharp has appeared suddenly. He is holding a garment in his hands, a sort of short sparkling nebula tunic. It looks pretty. Not my usual style, but my usual style is nothing more than the most practical attire I can find. Wasn’t a lot of call for pretty dresses in my previous life.
“Come,” he says. “I need to clean you.”
“What?”
Sharp already has me by the back of the neck, and he is directing me out of the galley and to some other part of the ship. I think it’s his room, because it’s much like the other spaces I’ve been in, but somehow even more sparse. I don’t know how he’s managed to make a plain wall even more plain, but he has. He slides open a partition revealing a small pool of steaming water.
“What’s this?”
“Humans like to wash in copious amounts of water. It reminds them of being in the womb. So I’m going to give you a bath.”
“They do? We’re not allowed to consume more than four gallons of water per day on the sky islands. I usually wash myself with a wipe and a sterilizer lamp.”
“Get in the bath,” he says.
When I don’t immediately get in, he picks me up and puts me in it. These aliens keep having a distinct physical advantage over me. Who knows how I’m going to overcome that when I break free and return to the overarching task of forging my own destiny in an uncaring universe.
The water engulfs my body, and I instantly feel a deep sense of calm.
Sharp picks up some foaming liquid and starts washing me with it, rubbing his lightly scaled palm over my body, following all my curves. I find my eyes halfway closing as he massages and cleans me.
I am being taken very good care of.
There’s a temptation to just let it happen. This is so nice, being fed, being snuggled, being washed, being fucked. It’s a dream come true, I suppose.
Each of these aliens has a slightly different approach to me, but all of them are working super hard to take care of me. I’ve never been looked after like this. I don’t think most people have been.
I close my eyes and let him wash me, until he is all the way inside me, his finger stroking in and out of my pussy with gentle strokes. Then my eyes fly open and my hand goes to his wrist.
“I intend to clean all of you,” he says. “You were well used last night.”
“It’s self-cleaning,” I say, or rather, moan. “I don’t need you to… mmmphhh fuckk.”
“What did you say?”
His finger is running around my clit in slow circles, and I am arching my back and trying to move toward it even more.
“You have this little pleasure bud that can be stimulated repeatedly,” Sharp tells me. “You can be made to orgasm over and over again. I think we will find that useful in managing you.”
He proves the point by making me come, water splashing out over the sides of the tub and being absorbed into little grates in the floor as he works his fingers in and around my pussy until I contort with need.
When I am finished orgasming, he pulls me out of the bath, towels me off, and puts the dress on me. It fits pretty well, actually. It comes down to mid-thigh and clings to my curves. There are boots, too. They’re the boots I came to space with, but they work. Simple black knee-high boots are really universal.