My Wild Pet (Whispers from the Imperial Cage #2)

Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

Briar

The silver straps are cold against my skin, locking me onto the small stool like I’m on an alien amusement park ride. My heart is pounding so hard I think it might explode, and I can’t stop shaking.

Aefre stands nearby, calm and composed, his green eyes fixed on the glowing console.

I don’t know what’s coming. Is this a punishment? My mind spins with possibilities, each one worse than the last. The looks the other pets gave me made me think that whatever was happening today was going to be horrendous. Even the smile Gabriel tried to give me revealed this as something to fear.

“I am a good girl?” I ask out of desperation.

Aefre looks momentarily surprised by my question, but then answers me, assuring me that I am a ‘good girl,’ although he doesn’t even glance in my direction. The rest of what he says I don’t understand.

Relief floods through me that this isn’t a punishment, but it’s short lived when the harness tightens even tighter around my body. Its artificial tendrils wrapping around me like a robotic cocoon.

And then the nightmare begins.

My brain begins to throb. It’s unbearable, sharp and electric, making my vision blur and my ears ring. I scream from instinct, the sound tearing out of me, but the harness doesn’t care. It presses on, tapping into my brain, forcing connections so fast, I can’t begin to comprehend them.

Then the room around me shifts. The stool, console, Aefre—they’re all gone. Replaced by darkness. Suffocating darkness. I can’t see and I can’t breathe.

Then they appear.

Gigantic tarantulas, their black hairy legs clicking against invisible surfaces as they scuttle toward me. I freeze, my body locking up in pure terror as one of them lunges, its massive mandibles snapping inches from my face.

“Run,” a voice whispers in Imperial.

I don’t know where the word came from, but it burns into my mind like fire. Run.

My legs move before I can think, but I’m not really running. The harness is moving me, dragging my limbs through the motions, forcing me to comply.

The huge tarantulas chase me. I hear their clicking behind me. Run.

“Jump,” the voice commands, and I do. My legs bend, and I leap over one of the glowing webs, landing hard on the invisible ground. My knees buckle. I hear the words, Fall. But my fear pushes me up and forward to keep running. Run.

The spiders close in, their wet mandibles clicking. One of them lunges, wrapping me in its glowing web. The sticky strands tighten around my body, and I fight against them, sobbing as the Imperial voice whispers,

“Die.”

“No!” I scream and I think I pee myself. Maybe I throw up. I don’t know. It’s all a blur, the darkness closing in until there’s nothing left but the fear and the Imperial voice, whispering commands over and over.

“Run. Jump. Fall. Die.”

It’s endless. Relentless. Each word sears itself into my brain, tied to these horrifying experiences. The harness forces my body to move, to respond, even as my mind cries for it to stop. I don’t know how many times I die.

And then, just as suddenly as it started, it ends.

The spiders vanish, the darkness recedes, and I’m back in the room. My body is shaking uncontrollably. Sweat soaks my skin, mixing with tears, urine, and vomit.

Aefre steps forward. He wipes my face gently with a cloth that smells like unfamiliar flowers. “Ash is a good girl,” he says, his voice calm, like I haven’t just been through hell.

I can’t respond. I can barely breathe. My hands grip the edges of the stool as I stare at the floor. The dim room feels too loud and too real. My mind spinning with the Imperial words. Run. Jump. Fall. Die.

Aefre puts a finger under my chin and makes me meet his eyes. His eyes are the same color as mine and when he’s this close, I don’t see his grey skin. I see another human. “Why?” I ask. And I surprise myself as the word I spoke which I didn’t know before was Imperial.

“Good girl,” he says. And then reaches into his pocket and shows me a piece of chocolate.

I want that chocolate. My eyes follow it as he moves it slowly.

“Run. Jump. Fall. Die,” he says still holding up the chocolate.

“Run, jump, fall, die,” I say as fast as I can then open my mouth expectantly.

Aefre puts the chocolate on my tongue and I relish in it. It’s rich with a buttery undertone. I let the taste settle into every corner of my mouth. It’s both comforting and electrifying after cheating death from the spiders. I hope this is the end of this particular challenge today.

Aefre nods to me and says, “Again.”

A fresh wave of terror rips through me, and I bite back a sob.

The room and Aefre fade away again, but this time instead of cold, warmth floods my veins like a gentle fire. My heart pounds harder and faster, matching each little surge from the harness.

Then I see Gabriel or someone who looks a lot like him. He walks up to me, wet from somewhere, maybe a shower, his skin is warm and he says, “You’re okay. I’m here. You’re safe.” His words touch me so deeply. A wave of euphoria overtakes me.

He reaches down and kisses me so gently. I want nothing more than for him to hold me in his arms forever. His skin smells so clean and his strength so inviting. He whispers the Imperial words in my ear, “Devotion, cherish, and beloved.” Each word resonates with a heightened sensation coursing through me, as if my brain is imprinting them in direct connection to the feeling of this rush—this profound affection. My cheeks flush and my sex tingles.

When the simulation ends, it fades like a fast-passing dream. My pulse stutters, trying to recall that fleeting, blissful feeling. The voice ceases, the warmth ebbs, and I’m left trembling—wanting and aroused. I whisper the newly learned words in Imperial and look at Aefre with hopeful eyes. Please Master, make me come.

He comes over and strokes my pussy. “Good girl.”

“I repeat the words again: devotion, cherish, beloved.” He’s not taken his hand away so I open my legs wider for him. Please keep touching me.

“Yes,” he says, rubbing me even faster between my legs. I watch him. This isn’t cold for him. He actually wants to see my orgasm. I’m turned on by watching him watch me.

“Devotion, cherish, beloved,” I say again breathlessly. I just want to make sure he doesn’t stop. I spread my legs even wider for him. I’m so wet the friction is creating an erotic slapping sound in the room. I don’t want him to ever stop touching me. His touch is perfect and consistent. As if he knows exactly what to do and when.

Through my own loud heartbeats I hear him say, “Orgasm now, my pet,” Aefre as he expertly brings my body to a complete meltdown. Then he grabs on of my nipples and pulls hard. I can’t help but think about him and his girlfriend and how I want to be her.

I come so hard, I close my eyes, and I can’t think of anything else but the pleasure electrifying me throughout my body. Every part of me is tingling with pleasure. And Aefre keeps rubbing me, urging every bit of the orgasm out.

And now I understand more of his words, it’s sexy as hell. “That’s a good girl, come for me Ash.”

When he finally finishes his ministrations and I open my eyes again, I watch as Aefre is wipes the tears from them with his thumbs. I smell myself on his fingers just before he puts his two fingers in my mouth.

“Suck them clean,” he commands.

I obey. Holding eye contact as I suck my desire and urine from his fingers.

“Good girl,” he says and pats me between my legs sending an after-orgasmic wave through me.

Then, I stare as he reluctantly walks back to his console.

I want him to come back. To touch me again. I want him to have sex with me right here.

Ultimately, I want the pleasure he gives me. And if it means doing another level in this language course harness, I will do it.