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

Chapter 48

CHAPTER 48

Briar

The holographic mirror in the dressing room reflects a version of me I barely recognize. The woman staring back at me is a stranger. A creation of Aefre’s meticulous human pet design. My purple costume shimmers and clings to my body like a second skin, accentuating every curve. Displaying every patch of hair, under my arms, my vulva, and my tail. And making sure my pierced breasts are on full display.

Aefre’s hands fasten the final clasp at my shoulder. When he steps back, I meet his green eyes in the mirror. For a second, there’s a softness in his expression.

When he looks at me like this I want to scream, “Why don’t you see us as the same species?”

But I never do. And all he ever sees before him is a human pet.

“You look perfect,” he says. “The judges will see it too.”

I don’t say anything. Perfect. The perfect pet.

What happens if I don’t win for Aefre? Will he sell me? Will I become obsolete, discarded like a failed experiment? Or worse pushed out an airlock?

“Breathe, Ash,” Aefre says, his voice breaking through my spiraling thoughts. “You’ve trained for this. You’re going to perform fantastically.”

I force myself to take a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it slowly. I hear our names announced and I follow him as he leads me to the arena on a leash, I focus on my feet, one in front of the other.

As we enter the arena, lights blaze from every corner, illuminating the space with an unnatural brilliance. The alien crowd’s roar fills the air.

Memories of my auction suddenly flash through my mind, the bright lights, the alien faces, and the helplessness.

I stop, frozen.

Aefre whispers, “I can’t use the collar to calm you now. Don’t give that memory currency. Leave it. I bought you. You’re mine.” His hand tightens on the leash, pulling me back into motion.

I’m his. He owns me. He thinks this is going to calm me but it’s a statement that’s a double-edged sword. He keeps me safe now but his statement is also a reminder he can do whatever he wants with me.

We reach the center of the arena, and Aefre stops, his presence beside me solid and commanding. The leash in his hand feels like a lifeline. Like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality.

The alien judges sit high above us. Their expressions are cold and their attention is sharply focused on us. I feel like they’re cutting through the layers of glitter and fabric to assess the creature beneath. Me.

“Kneel, Ash,” Aefre says.

I lower myself to my knees, folding my hands neatly behind my head, my chest out, and posture straight, exactly as I’ve been taught.

The glaring lights and the alien audience make the terror inside of me bubble up again, but I try to focus only on Aefre’s voice as he guides me through the routine.

The command sequences are first. Aefre issues a rapid series of orders— sit, kneel, bow, roll over —all in Imperial, expecting me to keep up flawlessly. The slightest hesitation might earn a humiliating correction in front of the entire audience and lose us points.

After Aefre has demonstrated his complete control over me, the linguistic portion begins, and I brace myself as the first question comes.

“State your name and origin,” one judge says, their tone clipped and hard.

“Ash,” I say clearly, though my voice trembles slightly. “Earth.”

“Describe your trainer in three words,” another demands.

I hesitate for a fraction of a second before glancing at Aefre. His green eyes meet mine, and I force myself to speak. “Strong. Intelligent. Kind.”

The judge nods, making a note on their tablet. The questions continue, each one a test of my fluency and composure. I navigate them as best I can, but one particularly tricky word catches me off guard. I stumble over the pronunciation, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I glance at Aefre, expecting his expression to harden, but it doesn’t. He remains unreadable.

Next is the examination of my body. This is my first pet show so I don’t know what is going to happen. Gabriel warned me that it’ll be invasive and embarrassing. I don’t know what could be more embarrassing than wearing this outfit with all my lady parts hanging out and running around with a leash and a master.

I kneel with my hands behind my head as Aefre stands next to me, waiting for the judges.

I close my eyes not wanting to look at the crowd.

“Open your eyes,” Aefre says. “You’re doing well.”

Aefre tugs on my collar to get me to my feet and usher me into the main judging panel. My heart races as I step onto the elevated metallic ring. All around me stand alien judges, each one more unsettling than the last.

The judges take turns coming closer and investigating my body, their features partially obscured by shadows or intricate headpieces. Some have strange eyes that shift colors as they hone in on me, while others have hard-shelled limbs or antennae that twitch when the spotlight moves. The variety is overwhelming. Nothing on Earth ever prepared me for this melting pot of terrifying anatomy.

I stand in the center, and a hush descends over the crowd. My pulse pounds in my ears as a spotlight pinpoints the augmented tail behind me. Every judge angles their gaze, assessing the forced modifications I’ve undergone. They also examine the extra pubic hair dyed to match my hair and then they begin prodding me. They open my labia and they investigate my asshole. They even play with my tail to see how naturally it’s connected to my tail bone. Then they bounce my breasts and pull on my nipples. My cheeks burn with humiliation.

A judge with slitted nostrils and shimmering, scale-like skin speaks in clipped Imperial. Her voice sounds like a whip cracking through the air. I can only pick out a few of her words, “modifications,” “performance,” and “human adaptability.”

Then I catch a phrase, something like “wild pet” or “exotic specimen,” from another judge as he pulls my tail.

One judge puts a tentacle up my vagina, touching my cervix, and says, “unbred human.”

I stand frozen although every muscle in my body is screaming for me to run. But there’s nowhere to go even if I could run. I must stand here and endure all of this.

When the judges back off and begin entering their appraisals into glowing panels. Aefre strokes me between my legs as is his custom when he’s concerned about a pet becoming too anxious.

The judges have now returned to their seats in the arena and I think this means we are finished.

But then Aefre says, “There’s one more task. You must show affection toward me.”

I look at him blankly for a second. Then before I can ask what I’m supposed to do because I honestly can’t think of anything, he steps behind me, his clothed groin hard against my naked flesh, and he begins stroking me between my legs in earnest. He’s done this so many times in private. He knows my body better than I know it myself. But this feels wrong. Is he going to make me orgasm in front of a stadium full of aliens?

But I can’t control my body or his familiar hands. I lean back against him and moan. Aefre knows exactly where to rub me. He’s perfected it over these last months. Oh and now he’s gotten to the point where he spits to make me more wet and I move my hips up and down creating more friction with his fingers.

“Open your eyes, look at the judges and the crowd. Orgasm for everyone, my pet. Scream out in your human way as I work your body for their entertainment.”

I want to say, ‘I can’t,’ but Aefre is touching me so skillfully and the build-up from wearing the chastity belt in bed with Gabriel makes it impossible to resist the promise of an orgasm. But if I could think, I would probably come to some conclusion about that, but I can’t think. My body is solely focused on the building tension between my legs.

“Yes Master Aefre,” I say, and use all my willpower to open my eyes and survey at all the aliens watching me. After a few minutes, I let myself go and orgasm for them all, like the sexy show pet I am. My muscles spasm and I even squirt a little as Aefre doesn’t let up. And the worst part about it is that I don’t even mind now. I’m a mindless beast only seeking the pleasure my master’s hand brings.

“That’s my good girl,” he says patting my hairy vulva wet with my own desire.

Despite myself his praise feels good.

“You orgasmed just as fast as you do on the Luminous Arc ,” he informs me as we walk into the waiting area. “You’re a born show pet, enjoying the crowd watching your every move.”

“You time my orgasms?”

“Of course. The faster I can bring you to orgasm the more affection you have toward me.”

That’s some fucked up human pet logic , I think. But I say, “You’re a good master.”

My hands tremble as we wait for our scores. Aefre has me kneeling with my hands clasped behind my back. Every now and then he reaches down and strokes me between my legs. I know he thinks this is calming. And maybe it is, I don’t even know anymore.

The numbers flash on the screen above us, incomprehensible to me. I look to Aefre for guidance, my heart pounding so loud I can’t hear.

“High enough. You did well, Ash. We scored extra points on how quickly you orgasmed, but lost points on some of your linguistic skills.”

I let out a shaky breath. “I... I made a mistake.”

“And it didn’t matter. Overall, you performed beautifully.”

He’s pleased. I want him to call me a ‘good girl’ again. I don’t know why but I’m waiting to hear it and disappointed as the minutes pass and he doesn’t say it.

Aefre gets me to my feet and begins leading me away by my leash. The murmurs of the crowd and the blinding lights fade into the background. But everything that just happened is still replaying in my mind and the wetness on the top of my thighs a reminder that I orgasmed for everyone in that arena, but that my body still wants more. My life on the Luminous Arc has been one of orgasms followed by penetrative sex with Aefre and Gabriel. My body expects it.

Aefre must know this. My collar must read out high arousal levels now. I hope he’s taking me somewhere to fuck me. I need that.

We stop at a water jug and he leads me to the little spout. One of his hands plays with my nipple piercing as I drink. My arousal must be off the charts now. I need something inside of me.

Then he leads me into a small room and attaches my leash to a pole. He puts my hand on the bar in front of me and makes me lean over. The next thing I hear is his trousers dropping. Then he enters me with a deep groan of satisfaction. “You’re such a good girl, Ash.”

Finally, the words I’ve been longing to hear, ‘good girl.’ The phrase out of his mouth makes me feel so special. Just like he does. The way he knows me. The way he knows exactly what I want and I don’t have to tell him.

“You did so well.” He moves completely out and then in again, slowly. “Such a good, wet, aroused pet. All the judges wanted to fuck you, but you’re mine.” His ridged penis to subtly pick up speed and soon he’s pounding into my vagina as his hand holds my tail, guiding my hips to meet his.

“Yes, Master,” I breathe. Not wanting him to stop.

“You’re so wet for me, Ash. I bet you wish we could have done this in the pet show too. You’re such a performer. Such a human.”

I know he means that as an insult. A human, who in his mind, is obsessed with sex. But I am who he has made me to be and in this moment, him degrading me more is only a turn on. “I’m a human pet.”

“My human pet,” he rasps out.

He continues to pound into me, harder and harder, until he’s emptied himself into me. Imperial men always have so much semen it spills out of my vagina and down my thighs.

Aefre unlatches my leash and puts me on my knees, my hands behind my head, and commands me, “Lick it up, pet.”

Right now, I feel exactly how he’s trained me to feel. I feel like a good pet. And my tail is even wagging.