Chapter Eighteen
In addition to everything else found in the apartment Kest had built for me, there is a bedroom with a spacious walk-in closet full of formal outfits. Briette didn’t acquire them because she felt I’d want them: she knew that soon, one would be needed.
“We’re going to a gala,” Kest tells me the following afternoon. “You can’t recall the Council from all corners of the galaxy and not throw them a party.”
“Of course not,” I quip, lounging on the couch.
Kest throws off his jumpsuit and grins. “Go pick out something to wear, pet. Make it sexy.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply, though I’m not amused.
Make it sexy.
Because that’s what the Council wants to see, right? The potential of humanity… as sex slaves.
That’s Bakan talking.
Is it?
I wish I knew who to believe.
* * *
Naturally, all the gowns in the closet fit me perfectly, and look scandalously inviting. All darkly colored, tight, and revealing—despite my quandary, I can’t help getting a little excited at how good I’ll look.
“No matter what the Council decides, they are not going to forget me,” I say, staring at myself in the mirror. I’ve picked a backless scarlet gown that almost reaches my knees. A slit nearly up to my hips flatters my legs, and the bust exposes my cleavage, barely covering my breasts.
If they somehow let humanity die after they see me, they’re going to regret it forever.
When I step back out, Kest is wearing another formal suit, a deep blue outfit that brings out the silver of his skin. Pinstripes rise up and down his body, and wing-like shoulder coverings extend outward, rising almost to his chin.
“You look lovely, Haley,” he says, eyes locked on me.
“You too.”
He motions for me to give a spin, so I do, but before I can finish the turn he barks for me to stop.
“What is it?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder. I’m facing the bookshelves on the wall, rather than him.
Kest chuckles, approaching me from behind.
“I saw the red of your dress, and couldn’t help thinking how nice it would be to spank your ass that color.”
My breath catches, imagining how hard he’d have to spank me. I feel my panties growing damp, wanting to feel his strong hand against my firm rear.
“Would you like that, Haley?”
“Yes, sir.”
God, that should not be my answer!
Kest chuckles. “Even though you’re going to have to sit down for the dinner?”
“Oh,” I mumble. “Then… no, sir. Please. If that’s okay.”
“How about we settle for a light pink, for now? Lift up your dress, pet,” he commands.
Biting my lip, I press my hands to my ribs, and run them down my body until I stop at my thighs. My master’s lustful stare burns into my back, waiting for me to comply. Keeping him waiting too long would invite a harsh punishment, but I’m not feeling totally patient either. Still, I draw my dress into my fists slowly, pulling them upward just enough to give Kest a tease of what he desires. Soon my rear is exposed, cheeks covered in goosebumps.
“Pull down your thong, too.”
For a spanking?
I do as I’m told, though, slipping the black panties down to my knees so that my master can have me the way he desires.
The first smack is barely a tap, but it makes me jump.
“Expecting worse, or wanting worse?”
“Both, sir,” I mumble, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“Very well.”
This time he gives my cheeks a proper smack, loud enough for the sound to resonate through the apartment. I grunt from the sharp pain, but recover quickly now, focusing on my arousal.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, sir.”
Kest rubs my punished skin, feeling the radiating heat. I moan, enjoying the cruel sting, the electric tingle of his touch.
“That’s enough spanking. But I do have something else for you. Something to make the gala more interesting. Especially for when you have to sit down.”
I suppress a squeal of worry at what he means.
At his command, a chest of drawers opens and a pair of items emerge.
Even in a recreated Earth apartment, some things don’t change.
I recognize the butt plug as soon as I see it: with a large black bulb and wide, flared base, it makes me shiver as it floats through the air. Following it, a small, transparent bottle of oil. They pass by me into Kest’s hands.
“You’re really going to make me wear that to the gala?” I ask, quivering slightly. The idea excites me, but I’ll be meeting people who will decide the fate of my species! “What if they realize it’s there?”
Kest chuckles. “They’d be surprised if there wasn’t something… interesting… happening below your clothes.”
“So, what? I’m supposed to spend the whole night turned on?”
He gives my rear one more slap. “Now you’re getting it.”
* * *
I opt not to sit down on the tram to the gala. Kest politely agrees to stand with me, surrounded by our honor guard, though he makes a point of asking me several times if I wouldn’t prefer to sit. The plug feels impossibly large and hard in my ass, and I feel it with every step. If Kest reached up my dress and fingered my pussy a little, it wouldn’t take long for me to come.
Even after more than a month on Ohalessa, the Dominars still find ways to surprise me. Though the gala brings together creatures of incredible beauty, and though they are each older than entire civilizations, the party is full of life and laughter.
“Unlike humans, we can go centuries without seeing our friends,” Kest whispers in my ear. “When we come together like this, to truly catch up can take days.”
“Days?” I hiss, thinking of the plug in my ass.
“Relax, pet. The gala is just tonight.”
As we wade into the crowd, Kest and I draw everyone’s attention. We’re the reason everyone has come—it figures they’d want to see why.
Many stop to greet us; some know Kest, and speak with him at length.
All of them look at me closely, studying me. They run their eyes over my curves, unapologetic in their lingering, lustful stares. I should be slightly repulsed by their manner, yet it’s weirdly exciting. These beings have seen and done so much, and yet I capture their fascination. I can’t help feeling encouraged, that it’s a sign they will want to meet more humans like me, and thus commit to saving Earth.
Tomorrow I will likely be stripped, bound, and tormented for their viewing pleasure—and I know they’ll enjoy what they see.
This is going to work!
“Agent Kest, it’s good to see you again.”
I recognize the voice. Turning around, I see Doctor Wertix behind us. He wears a lavender suit that contrasts sharply with his teal skin.
“And the specimen,” he adds. “You look quite nice, human.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” I say, barely hiding my disdain.
Call me ‘specimen’ again, asshole.
“Did you enjoy your stay on Ohalessa?” he asks. “I hope your mind was capable of appreciating the utter perfection of its beauty.”
Focus! Don’t let him get to you! The fate of humanity could well rest on your actions.
“Leaving it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do,” I reply. “For however long I live, I will ache to return.”
Wertix smiles. “As do we all. Well said, Miss Feyn.”
He bows, and I offer a bow in return.
“That was good,” Kest whispers in my ear as Wertix excuses himself. “Come, dance with me.”
“But I don’t—” I start to say. By the time the words are out of my mouth, the nanites have taught me how to dance with the Dominars. “Of course.”
Soon we’re moving together, his hands on my hip and side. We slip into the dance, an intricate routine coordinated no doubt in part by our collective nanites. No one bumps into anyone else, or steps on an errant foot, and the act makes me feel like a part of their culture. I get a sense of true belonging. Kest smiles and looks into my eyes, and I do the same, despite the inescapable challenge of dancing with a plug inside my bottom.
After the dance, we are directed to our seats, and a dinner is served. Sitting brings constant discomfort for me, and more than a few Dominars hide laughs at my expense. Kest was probably right, in that they expect there’s more to me right now than meets the eye. Yet, despite the plug, I’m enjoying myself, feasting on all the delicious foods brought out on floating platters. The pressure of humanity’s future is pushed into the back of my mind until I spot Bakan.
Watching me from several tables away, he grins devilishly when our eyes meet. Wasting no time, he gets up, so I clutch Kest’s shoulder.
“I see him, pet. Relax.”
Yeah, right. “Zero chance of that happening, sir.”
Below the table, Kest takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.
“Agent Kest and Haley Feyn. Good to see you again,” Bakan says when he reaches us. His voice drips with fake charm that fools nobody. “How was your stay on Ohalessa?”
“Lovely,” I say.
“Yes,” Bakan snarls. “Not even the arrival of a human can spoil its beauty.”
Many of the Dominars around us murmur at the insult.
Before I can take the bait, Kest interjects. “Did you come here to make a scene, Praetor? Isn’t that beneath you?”
Bakan shakes his head, face contorting in anger. “I came with a warning for your human whore: if she’s smart, she’ll take my offer.”
Kest lets go of my hand. “What offer?”
The question brings a smile to Bakan’s tight expression. “You didn’t tell him? Not very trustworthy, are you, human?”
“Leave us, Praetor,” Kest growls. “I will not have my claim insulted.”
Now Bakan laughs fully. “Of course, agent. Good luck at the Council meeting. I suspect you’ll need it.”
Kest stares at Bakan until the rival marches back to his seat, where he’s greeted with laughter and handshakes.
“Come on, Haley,” he snaps at me, grabbing my forearm and yanking me to my feet.
“Oww, be careful!”
He doesn’t listen, hauling me from the gala. “What did he offer you?” he seethes.
I don’t want to answer; he seems so angry, the punishment could be severe. I like a good spanking, but I’ll get the keera stick, for sure. Maybe something worse. Yet, if I stay silent, I’ll be punished until I speak. “To send me back to Earth. So I can warn my people.”
Kest nods, anger rising. “And you didn’t turn him down?”
“I told him to go fuck himself!” I scream as we board the tram. The destination on the display is not our apartment, but Kest’s ship in the docking bay.
“Did you? Then why would he think there’s even a chance you might change your mind?”
Now I’ve had enough. Haven’t I been loyal? “Maybe because he told me about the prison planets. He showed me humanity’s future. Why didn’t you tell me?”
He turns his back on me, clasping his hands together.
I answer the question myself. “Bakan wasn’t lying, was he? You’re trying to save the Earth—but not necessarily humanity.”
“It’s not like that, Haley,” he growls.
“You’re trying to save the Earth from humanity!”
Kest holds open a pocket of his suit and allows a series of telerings to fly out. I try to dodge them, but they’re too fast, sealing around my wrists and ankles. An oval gag device follows, and though I shake my head, it manages to seal around my lips, silencing me.
Watching Kest for the rest of the tram ride, I can’t even bring myself to be mad. I feel numb, in disbelief that he would do this to me. Is he that afraid of the truth, and Bakan?
When we get to his ship, I expect Kest will have the keera sticks waiting, but instead the telerings force me to walk directly into the holding cell. The air shimmers as the force field rises. Kest doesn’t even come on board; once I’m locked in, the ship’s hatch closes, and I’m alone.
It takes a long time for the numbness to fade. When it does, all I can do is cry.