Examined

Preview of Specimen A Dark Sci-Fi Romance

Though she should have considered it long ago, before she undid the chain, Hailey began to realize how truly vulnerable her current position was. She was inside her own locked apartment with a man who was not only sounding more and more like a lunatic by the moment, he was also huge and seemingly had no qualms whatsoever about violating her personal space.

When she’d fantasized earlier about him doing “whatever he wanted” to her, that had really just meant “whatever he wanted up to and including missionary position, or if he’d really turned her on by that point, doggy style”. It had not included being drugged and then anally probed in a white panel van that her kidnapper would inevitably refer to as “his spaceship”.

It was time to run. And Hailey did just that.

She got about three steps before she suddenly froze. Her legs simply ceased to move. It was as if the muscles in her body had all ceased to function at once, and she was simply held in place. This lasted for only a second or two, but it was sufficiently shocking that when she felt herself regain control of her motor functions, she immediately slumped to the ground.

“I know you’re frightened, little one. But we have much to discuss. And the sooner you understand that I am not one of the human men you’ve been so dismissive of all these years, the better.”

He was standing over her now, she realized, though she was so focused on her own predicament she hadn’t noticed him getting up, and he reached out a hand to help her to her feet.

She considered saying something sassy like, “Why don’t you just lift me with your magic, asshole,” then thought better of it, then went ahead and said exactly that. The jab didn’t irritate him as she’d hoped it would—whatever that would have accomplished anyway—and he merely smiled.

“I could, little one, and I will if I must. But this night will be much more enjoyable for both of us if you simply took my hand.”

Sensing the implied threat—she wasn’t sure what he was threatening, but she assumed it would be unpleasant—Hailey checked her sharp tongue, and with a sigh, took his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet and guide her to the couch to sit next to him. As soon as she was seated, as her rational mind took one last shot at regaining control.

“How… how are you doing that? Is it some kind of hypnosis device? Or maybe, I don’t know…” she trailed off.

“I can manipulate matter on a subatomic level in a small area around myself. All of my species can.”

Well isn’t that just fucking great. You’re about to be kidnapped by a comic book villain.

“Oh,” was all she said in reply.

He let her sit there for a second, allowing her to come to terms with her situation. When she finally spoke again, she asked in her nicest, most please-just-let-me-go tone, “So what do you need with me?”

He paused for a moment before replying, almost as if he was deciding what to tell her. When he spoke, it was in a tone that could only be described as firm, but sexy. “We’ll discuss that in great detail eventually, Hailey. But for the moment, all you need to know is that you’ll enjoy what’s in store for you tonight.”

“What exactly are you planning to do?”

“Not all that much tonight. We’ll get to the really exciting stuff later. For now, I just want to witness your body’s response to an orgasm up close.”

Every single part of that statement was disturbing, although Hailey couldn’t decide which part in particular was most alarming. Was it the fact that “more exciting” parts were coming later? Was it the fact that he’d told her very casually that she was going to orgasm for him? Or was it the addition of the words “up close,” which made it sound like he’d observed her orgasms before, albeit from a distance.

Perhaps, Hailey thought, it was all equally disturbing.

“So, I’m supposed to just let you make me come?” she asked out loud, unable to keep the heat from her tone.

“That part is entirely up to you,” he replied simply. “If you choose to submit to your orgasm like a good girl, I won’t need to restrain you. But of course, I will if necessary.”

Restrain her? Did he mean with ropes or chains or something? Or with his magic or whatever it was? She didn’t really want to find out, but she suspected that whether it was tonight or at some other point in the future, she would find out eventually.

Having already tried running, and assuming that fighting with someone who could manipulate her own body with his mind would be fruitless, she went for a third option: talking him out of it. Begging, if necessary.

“Please, mister… alien… sir…whatever you are. I don’t know why you picked me, but this isn’t a good day. I just lost my job, and I’m in kind of a rut in life, and I’m just really not in the right mental place to be probed tonight. But you’re really, really hot, and I’m sure there are a lot of girls who would do the sluttiest things for you without you having to show off your X-men powers. Can we just pretend this never happened and you go find one of them?”

He smiled. “I have no doubt there is a part of you that wants that, Hailey. But there’s another part that wants me to give you what you’ve always needed. Which part is more prominent, I’m not sure, but it doesn’t matter anyway because you were chosen for a reason. You’re unique in a very important way that will be explained to you in due time.”

After a pause, as if he was once again deciding if he should tell her more, he continued. “It’s possible that you’re more than just important, Hailey. It’s possible you’re so deeply important that your interactions with me will change not only your future, but that of your entire species.”

Dun dun duuun!

Hailey fell into a few seconds of stunned silence, trying and failing to process this. She initially dismissed it as entirely ridiculous, but then again, he did seem to have what, as far as she was concerned, were magical powers. So maybe this all made sense somehow?

“How exactly am I important?” she ventured.

“That’s the part that will be better understood later. For now, Hailey, I’ve answered all the questions I intend to, and it’s time for you to answer one.”

“What’s that?” Hailey answered, looking at him skeptically.

“Do you want to take off that towel yourself, or do you want me to take it off for you?”

When her stunned silence lasted longer than he apparently cared to wait, he followed up with, “Surely you knew the towel would be coming off as soon as I said you would be orgasming for me, Hailey.”

That was true, she had to admit, but it nonetheless annoyed her for him to point it out.

“Sorry. I’m not used to random alien assholes walking into my apartment and telling me to strip so they can have their way with me,” she spat.

“Oh, Hailey. I should have been clearer,” he said, sounding almost apologetic. “I should have explained that I’m not going to fuck you tonight. It’ll be a while before that happens.”

“Is that supposed to be reassuring? Are you planning on kidnapping me or something?”

“Of course not. You’ll simply have the opportunity to come with me.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.”

Hailey sighed audibly, deciding that further argument was clearly pointless.

“I sense that I took an incorrect approach by simply asking you to choose without letting you know exactly what each choice entails,” he said.

Yes, that was the problem, Hailey thought, unable to resist rolling her eyes.

“You can take off your towel and hand it to me, and then I’ll make you come like a good girl with my tongue, or you can make me take off your towel, and then you’ll come over my knee with a finger in your bright red bottom.”

Hailey gasped. Trying to stall for time, she said the only thing that came to her mind. “And… which of those do you prefer?”

WTF? Why would you ask that?

“The latter of course. But you might prefer the former, especially this first time.”

“You’d prefer to spank me?”

“Of course, Hailey, and I have no doubt you’ve been fantasizing about me spanking you since I entered the room.”

Fuck him.

“I’ve never been spanked!” she did her best to snap back at him.

“I believe that, Hailey. But it has no bearing whatsoever on the fact that you imagined yourself over my knee almost the instant you saw me. Am I incorrect?”

“Fuck you,” was all she said. Then she looked down at the carpet.

“Do you want me to choose for you, Hailey? It seems that’s what you’re asking for with your tone and your body language.”

Did she want him to choose for her? That would surely mean the spanking. And his finger… there . Where she’d never let anyone anywhere near before. His tongue might feel nice, she found herself thinking. She could just take off her towel. After all, if he’d flirted a little better and then said exactly what he’d just proposed, it would have been the kind of night she’d tell her sister about the next day or write about in her blog… if she had either of those.

“I’m waiting, little one.”

His words annoyed her. Or at least she told herself they annoyed her, and she certainly wasn’t just gearing up to say what she was about to say for… some other reason.

“Go. Fuck. Yourself.”

Darax was pleased with the little human girl’s answer. He was going to enjoy this.

She would soon discover that a bare bottom spanking stings a great deal, but he also suspected that realization would merely make her wetter, if not also quite a bit feistier.

“I think we both know what happens now, don’t we Hailey?”

“What needs to happen now is you need to get the fuck out of my apartment before I?—"

He couldn’t help himself. “Before you what, Hailey? Call the police, who I could easily prevent from even walking up the stairs, let alone coming in the door? Or are you just going to kick my ass yourself?”

“I bet it still hurts if you get kicked in the balls.”

“It doesn’t. Well, unless I choose to allow it to, which I assure you I would not.”

A look of fury flitted across her face, followed by a look of renewed apprehension. It was infinitely adorable to watch as she began to realize that she’d buttered her bread, and no amount of sass or ridiculous bravado would prevent her from having her bare backside thoroughly tanned.

“The time for talk has clearly passed,” he said simply.

Without further words, he stood up and pulled her to her feet with her arms over her head. He held her there with one of his hands, letting the other wander down her neck and over her bare chest to the towel that had already come loose and was threatening to fall free from her breasts. He decided to enjoy himself a little more and make the human a little wetter before he started.

He waited until her futile kicking subsided. Several of the fiercest of her kicks had in fact impacted directly on his balls, no doubt hard enough to leave a human male in a tearful fetal position on the ground.

When she’d given up and simply allowed herself to hang there in his grasp, undoubtedly resigned to the fact that she was about to be fully on display, he said in a low, husky, voice in which he didn’t even attempt to mask his arousal, “I think your nipples are going to be achingly stiff already, Hailey. What do you think? We’ll see in a moment, of course.”

There was no sharp-tongued retort this time. Hailey simply blushed.

“Answer me, little human. If you lie to me, I’m going to pinch them once they’re bare.”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.”

“I guess… I guess maybe they’ll be stiff. But only because you’re so handsome even though you’re such a giant asshole.”

“I think you’re right. What about your pussy?” he said, avoiding the more scientific term in favor of the one to which he knew Hailey’s body and mind would respond the most intensely based on his research. “Will that be wet, or will it be soaking wet?”

She couldn’t bring herself to answer at first, so he followed up with, “Do I need to pinch these nipples, Hailey?”

Barely above a whisper, she responded with, “Soaking wet.”

Then, deciding he’d waited long enough, he gripped the towel in his hand and pulled it from her body in one motion, leaving her utterly bare and fully on display for him.

“It looks like we were both right, Hailey.”

Once she was naked and he’d cast the towel aside, he took several seconds to run his eyes over her quivering, bare body. She was even more beautiful up close than she had seemed over the camera feed during his research. He could see every detail of her perfectly symmetrical face, her deep blue eyes, and the cutest nose with a smattering of freckles over it. Her long, light brown hair framed her slender neck and fell over her shoulders, ending right at the peaks of her pink nipples, which were stiffening even more under his gaze. He stared at her perfect breasts for a long moment before shifting his eyes down past her flat tummy, where they settled briefly on her soft, shaven mound, then down over her trim legs that looked long despite her petite, 5’2 frame.

Having feasted on the view of her charms for long enough—although it could never really be long enough—he decided it was time to get down to business. Lowering her arms down in front of her, he seated himself back on the couch and then in one motion, pulled her over his lap. She immediately began to squirm and struggle, probably aware that her bottom was now perfectly positioned for her upcoming chastisement. He quickly caught both of her flailing arms in one of his giant hands and held them behind her back, then wrapped one of his huge legs over the back of hers, leaving her pinned completely in place with her naked bottom the highest point of her body, over his left knee and on offer for her spanking.

Deciding it would be best to take his time, he rested a hand on her for-now-still-pale cheeks, enjoying the feel of her toned muscles. Though he hadn’t planned on it initially, he couldn’t help but allow his fingers to wander lower between her legs, slipping into her dripping channel.

“You really are a naughty girl,” he said. He couldn’t see her blush, but he could tell from the catch of her breath and the clench of her pussy that she had. “I’m going to spank you now, Hailey, until your bottom is bright red. Then I’m going to slide one finger into this tight hole,” he said, emphasizing his words by touching the now-wet tip of his finger against her tight, almost certainly virgin anus. “And two in this one,” he said, once more sliding the finger lower to indicate her no doubt aching pussy. “That leaves my last finger for this needy little clit,” he finished, flicking the stiff little nub with the tip of his finger.

Hailey yelped and then moaned.

“I think you’re going to enjoy that part regardless of how you feel about your upcoming bottom reddening.”

“Can we just… skip that part?” Hailey asked in a small voice.

“I think you know the answer to that, Hailey. But I’ll tell you anyway. No. You’ve earned a hard spanking, and you’re going to get one.”

Then, without further discussion, he lifted his large right hand and brought the palm down in a hard and fast slap across the middle of both bare cheeks. Hailey yowled immediately, not even making a pretense of maintaining her composure. A second and third swat followed rapidly one after the other. When a fourth and a fifth landed, Hailey found her words and began a series of foul-mouthed protests that gradually morphed into promising to be obedient, then begging and pleading and promising to do—and allow him to do—all sorts of deeply shameful things, all of which he would be doing to her eventually anyway.

After her entire bottom was a uniform shade of pink, he moved his focus lower to the spots where her bottom met her upper thighs, and then lower still to her upper thighs themselves. Her pleading had turned to sobbing by the time he had finished with those, and when he moved up again to paint one final layer of bright red scalding heat on her already bright red backside, that sobbing turned to wailing, until at least she lay limp over his knee, thoroughly punished and well and truly mastered.

That was the moment when he first drove two fingers into her sopping pussy. The effect was immediate. Though the tears kept running down her face, her entire body clenched and spasmed around his fingers as if she was on the verge of climax already. In fact, she probably was, he realized, and he slowed the initially rapid thrusting of his fingers, not wanting to push her over the edge too quickly. Gradually, as the liquid fire that had scorched her cheeks slowly receded to what he imagined must be still a quite intense sting, he could feel the focus of her mind and body shift entirely to the pleasure he was providing her needy pussy.

Pausing his ministrations for a moment, he slipped his now well-lubed index finger free from her pussy and placed the tip of it against her perfect little pucker. This time, though, he didn’t just tease that little hole. He slid his finger right in, all the way to the knuckle, all at once, pulling from her another loud yelp and another loud moan. Then he truly began a rapid, rough finger fucking of both of her holes that had her back to the verge of climax within moments.

Using every ounce of skill he possessed, he kept her there, right at the edge, speeding up his thrusts until he felt her pussy clamp down as she approached orgasm, then slowing down while her body pulled back from the edge, only to speed up again and drive her there once more.

Soon she was begging again, even more despairingly than during the spanking. He continued far longer than when he’d been reddening her bottom, however, driving her to the point of absolute desperation before he finally asked her, “Do you feel like a good girl or a naughty girl?”

“Oh my god… a naughty girl. I’m sorry, please just make me come, please, please just make me come!”

“Do you want me to touch your clit, naughty girl?”

“Yes!!!”

“Tell me what you’ll do to thank me for making you come so hard.”

“Please… I’ll suck your cock.”

“And?”

“And swallow everything you give me.”

“Good girl,” he said. “Do you think the next time I tell you to strip, you’ll strip?”

“Yes…please, I can’t take it any longer!”

“That is incorrect, little girl,” he said. “There’s nothing preventing you from taking it longer. In fact, since you’ve made it a point of contention, I’ll show you how easily you can take it a little longer.”

And with that, he brought her to edge again, then back, then to the edge again. She started sobbing once more.

“See?” he said. “You took that just fine.”

She didn’t respond with words. Her only response was a barely audible, “Please” mixed in with a continuous moaning.

“I’m going to make you come now, Hailey. It’s going to be hard enough to hurt.”

Without another word, he placed his last remaining finger directly on her little button and began to rub and flick it fast and hard. It was a matter of seconds before her climax began. He felt her whole body spasm, every muscle tensing, her thighs clamping down around his arm, her cheeks clenching and unclenching in desperation. She screamed loud and long, and kept on screaming as the orgasm peaked. He didn’t stop, merely rubbing faster and harder, turning the peak into a plateau, until finally when his instincts told him she was about to pass out, he slid his fingers free from her two well-used holes and ceased his rubbing and flicking of her abused, yet still engorged clit.

When her body stopped shuddering at last, he patted her still flaming-hot-to-the-touch bottom gently and said, “That was even more incredible than I’d hoped, Hailey. You have so many exciting things in store for you.”