Chapter Eight
Kest grips my forearm so tightly, I fear he might break it. The telerings snap my arms together stringently behind my back, and then we’re moving. He pushes me forward, and even though I’m walking, I feel my ankle cuffs urging me to go faster.
“Dammit, I’m going!”
“Quiet, pet,” says Kest, giving my ass a squeeze. His harsh touch reignites the soreness from the hard spanking, and as much as I want to hate it, my breath catches from both pain and euphoria.
There is definitely something wrong with me.
“They called me a goddamn ‘specimen,’” I continue, perhaps in the hope of getting him to touch me again. “They treated me like I’m nothing.”
“To them, you are one of seven billion humans who may or may not be more trouble than your worth. They’re trying to decide whether your species is a wayward creature in need of guidance, or an infestation on an otherwise pleasant planet.”
“An infestation? Those assholes! We’re people, just like them.”
Kest stops, and the telerings spin me around. He grabs my shoulders and looks me dead in the eyes. “I know that, Haley. It’s why I’m here, now, with you.”
He reaches into a pocket on his jumpsuit and retrieves the oval gag device he used on me earlier, and in seconds it’s firmly fitted over my lips, squelching any outcry or objection from me.
“To save humanity, I need to show the Council that humans can be trained. I urge you not to fight me on this.”
He turns me around, swats my ass a few times to reignite my pain, and then nudges me forward, back on the march. As we proceed out of the Council chamber section of the station, the Dominars watch us with greater interest than before. Was our session broadcast to everyone, or was word simply spreading? Do these aliens have social media, or some kind of nanite hive mind? I wish I knew.
We ride the tram in silence; I check the status display for the destination, but we’re not headed back to where we came from, the docking bay. We’re going somewhere else. I’d ask Kest where, but the device sealing my mouth cannot be dislodged, no matter how hard I try.
Fortunately, I don’t have long to wait. The tram drops us off in a section of the station where the lighting isn’t turned on so bright and a jazzy music plays. At first I see no one else around, but after we turn a corner we nearly run into another couple. Like Kest, the man is unbelievably tall and muscular, his build apparent despite the long white cloths that hang from his massive body. The woman could have been human if not for her eyes, which are solid green orbs with no apparent pupil or iris. Compared to her mate, she looks small, but is a half a foot taller than me. She’s also quite beautiful, with gracefully long limbs and thick red hair. Of course, she’s bound with telerings too, with one stuck between her lips, keeping her mouth gaping wide open. Yet, despite the discomfort the gag must cause, the woman’s eyes are lit with pleasure.
The man mutters something to Kest, then guides his woman around us. I try to turn to look at them as we pass, but Kest ushers me forward and into a door that opens as we approach.
At first when we enter the room, I have no idea what’s going on: it’s completely empty. Just a floor and four white-paneled walls.
However, when Kest rakes his eyes across the room, everything starts to happen. The panels either lift into the ceiling or draw into the floor, leaving in their place rack after rack of small devices. Some of them I recognize, like keera sticks and telerings. Others I can guess at, such as dildos and plugs. Yet, many are wholly unrecognizable to me. Additionally, a section of the floor opens up, allowing several pieces of furniture to rise, including a bed.
Oh, God. It’s a sex dungeon!
I’m not sure whether to be excited or terrified.
Kest taps the gag device on my lips, removing it. I inhale deeply through my mouth, glad to be rid of it.
“You need to be careful, pet,” he says, nudging me toward the bed.
“What do you mean?”
“My claim on you will keep you safe from other Dominars,” Kest explains, picking me up so easily I may as well be weightless. I groan a little at the feel of his incredibly strong hands as he sets me down on the bed. “But if the claim is revoked, others will want you. They’ve never seen a human, felt a human…” Suddenly, he tears my blouse and bra apart, sending buttons flying. “…Or tasted a human,” he finishes, massaging my breasts. “And if Earth is left to ruin, they might not ever.”
Juices dampen my panties, but I try to stay focused on Kest’s warning. “Why would… oh… would the claim be… be revoked?”
He picks me up so that the telerings can swing my feet beneath my legs, then sets me down on my knees. My hands reposition too, landing on my thighs. Though I still can’t move freely, it’s a relief not to have my arms bound behind my back.
“If you refuse to obey and serve me, pet, then I’ll have failed as your master,” Kest explains. “That is the most common reason to revoke a claim. After all, if I can’t control you…” his fingers slide into my skirt and feel for my sopping lips, “…then someone else will.” With his other hand, he pinches one of my nipples; I scream, shocked by the sudden pain. “And they may not be as nice,” Kest finishes.
When he lets go, I look down at my breast. I can’t believe how much that hurt; yet, instead of being glad it’s over, I hold onto the sensation as it fades.
“While you’re here, you do as I say. Understood, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, staring down at the hem of my skirt. His words send a shiver of dark delight through my body, and I’m not sure I want him to know.
The fabric of Kest’s jumpsuit opens up from the neck down to his chest, and he slips it off his shoulders. “Let’s see if you mean it.”
Watching his hulking form approach, my eyes take in his extraordinary body. A human could train his whole life and not develop such an immaculate, cut physique: every contour is pure, sculpted muscle, with deep ridges across his lean abdomen. His arms seem to ripple as he sets his fists at his waist, his biceps hard and free of unsightly veins. The bulge of his hairless chest appears natural, rather than excessive, and yet hard as diamond. Despite the fact that he was a warrior, his skin is free of scars and blemishes, healthy and perfect. And while I don’t mind a man with a few tattoos, I find myself glad that he bears none, allowing me a fully unobstructed view of his body.
As I watch, the silver of his skin darkens in time with his stiffening cock. It rises proudly, thick and hard. He chuckles as he catches me looking. Taking his rigid rod in hand, he doesn’t stop his approach until his tip is inches from my lips.
“Open,” he says.
Whether it’s because I believe his warning about losing his claim, or because obeying his command causes a wave of pleasure and heat, I do as I’m told. I wrap my tongue around his tip, having to open pretty wide to accommodate its tremendous size. Tasting pre-cum, I moan softly and suck, trying not to choke as I take in more of his length.
Kest grunts with pleasure, fisting my hair. My hands try to rise to help stroke his shaft, but they’re still bound in place. I wonder if he can tell when I’m fighting them through his nanites. If so, he doesn’t say, forcing me to use nothing but my mouth.
I keep sucking, listening to his groans and feeling the spasms passing through his body, but after a while he growls and presses down on my head.
“You can do better, pet,” he says, forcing more of his length into my mouth. I cough, unprepared for the sudden presence of so much of his cock, but I keep myself from gagging too hard. His cock reaches to my throat; I’ve never taken one so deep before.
“Good, Haley,” he says. “Just like that.”
I shouldn’t feel pleasure from getting such a compliment, but it curls my lips into a smile. My nipples tighten with desire and my inner walls clench, still longing for satisfaction.
He’d better let me come soon, I think, urging myself to suck harder in the hope that it will get me my reward. Kest groans loudly, enjoying my renewed effort. I shoot up and down on his cock so fast I feel lightheaded, but I don’t stop. Every second I feel his massive member in my mouth, I think about him driving it into my pussy and how it would fill me so.
After what seems like ages, Kest finally stirs as though he’s about to climax. Sweat mats my hair from the work, and I’m so wrapped up in the job that I’m not even thinking anymore, just acting out of pure animal instinct. His flavor overwhelms my senses, as if I’m perceiving him through all five at once. Like his presence is dominating me completely.
When his seed finally spills, it fills my mouth until it dribbles down my chin. I try to suck all of it in, high on its taste and the satisfaction of finishing. Kest’s heavy panting and closed eyes report his bliss. His smile is barely detectable, but I see it and know I did well.
“Very good, pet,” Kest says at last, crouching down to kiss my cheek. He motions toward a panel on the wall, causing a small white cloth to float across the room and into his hand. He uses it to wipe off my face. “That was incredible.”
“Thank you, sir,” I say, blushing.
He sends the cloth away, and looks to another section of the room. A short, metallic vase emerges and rises, slowly traveling toward us. When Kest catches the vessel, he holds it to my lips. Inside I see a clear fluid, so I drink. Though it looks like water, it carries a subtle sweetness; cold and clean, it tastes wonderful, and I drink it all.
“Haley, while you’re with us, you’re going to be tested. Evaluated. The Council will want to know humanity’s physical capabilities and tolerances. I can’t promise it will always be pleasant, or that you’ll like it.”
The telerings activate, resettling me on the bed, allowing me to lie comfortably on my back. Kest quickly pulls off my skirt and panties, then hops on top of me, straddling my body. I feel tiny beneath a wall of muscle, but I certainly don’t mind seeing it up close.
“I’m going to make your time with us as enjoyable as possible,” Kest continues, his fingers finding their way to my drenched chasm. Immediately I moan, squirming beneath him. His touch feels so good, especially as he hooks his finger and probes deeper.
“My people won’t go through the effort to save Earth without an enticing reason. They want to know that humans will make good sex partners, that they can be trained to serve their masters faithfully and willingly.”
Despite the exquisite bliss of his touch, I sneer at Kest. “Is that all we are… to you people? Sex slaves?”
Kest works in a second finger, and brushes my clit with his other hand. His fingers are thicker than some of the cocks I’ve encountered in my life, and soon I’m desperately fighting not to come. As badly as I’ve craved release, I’m too furious to give him the satisfaction.
“What else would humans be to us, Haley? We don’t need workers; we have machines. We don’t need your scientists; ours are better. Your artists may hold some interest, but not enough to conquer a planet over. But we do like our pets, and that is where many humans thrive: you love to please others. You’re conditioned to have superiors.”
“Fuck you,” I growl, trying to twist out of his grasp. To my surprise, it actually works: the telerings don’t keep me in place. Turning over forces Kest’s fingers out of me, and though I miss the way they feel, I’m glad of it.
“You don’t want to come?” he asks, amused. I’m sure he knows how close I was, and how desperate.
“No, go away.”
Kest chuckles, then gets up to go. As soon as he’s clear of the bed, the air around me shimmers—no doubt another force field to keep me from leaving.
“Get some rest, pet,” he says. “Tomorrow, you’re going to need it.”