Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
Aefre
I sit at the desk in my quarters looking at the holographic interface before me debating whether or not to step up security with Ember. With a decisive tap, I message Kaelin. He’s praying for the next hour and unreachable, but I want to do this before I change my mind.
The display confirms the line is open. “Kaelin. I need you to watch over Ember tonight. He’s… unsettled, as you well know. He’s still processing what happened with Fifi and the wound has reopened in unexpected ways with the arrival of Ash..”
I pause, measuring my next words. “There’s more. His attachment to Ash isn’t entirely organic. I’ve taken steps to deepen their connection—subtly, through mind control sequences. I’ve adjusted his memories of Fifi. He still feels the guilt of leaving her, but the bond’s intensity has been redirected toward Ash. She is now his purpose and reason to win. Should they compete in the Bond Breaker challenge, I’m confident Ember won’t repeat past mistakes.”
The faint glow of the recording icon flashes across my fingertips. “If properly bonded, I believe Ash and Ember could surpass what Ember and Fifi achieved, but it must feel genuine to them. They cannot suspect my influence.”
I lean toward the console, lowering my tone. “Do not interfere with their development, Kaelin—just monitor them. If Ember displays any sign of psychological distress, notify me at once. Their bond must remain convincing, regardless of how… artificially it began.”
With a final tap, I dispatch the message. The holographic display winks out. The weight of my own manipulations settles in the silence, but I brush aside any doubt. The stakes are too high for regret. I tell myself that manipulation is just another instrument in my arsenal.
I rise, smoothing my jacket, thinking, There’s no room for error here— Ash and Ember must win.
In my bedroom, I open Ash’s cage. She doesn’t come out immediately. “I’m not going to hurt you.” I know she doesn’t understand all my words yet, but I speak slowly and evenly for her to learn. “Come on, Ash.”
I know she recognizes her name and the word ‘come,’ so she tentatively looks up at me with her expressive green eyes and gingerly comes out of the cage. I’m going to have to give the cleaning attendants a talking to as they should have dressed Ash in a purple or pink outfit before they went off to have the evening meal. Instead they put her in a red color more suited to Mags. I curse under my breath as I find a purple outfit for Ash and put it on her myself.
After I dress her I can’t help but play with her nipple piercings. Today while she ran, I thought about how beautiful she would look running with gorgeous jewelry to swing with her movements. The perfectly adorned human pet.
She moves her body closer to mine. She’s still aroused. The fur between her legs glistening with her desire. I grab her right hand and bring it up to my nose. She’s been touching herself.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” I tell her. I know she wants to orgasm, but I won’t give it to her because it’s part of her training.
It doesn’t stop her pressing her body next to mine, trying to straddle my thigh, as I push her away I notice she’s left my trouser leg wet.
I turn her around and swat at her cream rear, the skin turning red. I realize after a few strokes that I should check her collar and sure enough, her collar’s readout shows an abrupt spike in adrenaline, norepinephrine, and dopamine levels—classic signs of arousal in humans.
I need a different tactic. I turn her around again, so she’s facing me. I lightly tap her inner thighs to open her legs wide and I stroke her between her legs just for a moment. “Good girl.”
“Good girl,” she repeats. Then adds, “I am good girl.”
“Good, Ash. You’re learning.” I take my hand away. Knowing she’s at a very heightened state of arousal that won’t be met. I will just casually keep her on edge for days.
I attach her leash to her collar and lead her into my quarter’s dining room.
It’s quiet except for the soft clink of the metal bowl against the floor. Ash kneels before me, her hands hovering uncertainly at her sides as she stares at the food I’ve placed in front of her. Her green eyes look up to me for approval.
She’s learning.
“Eat,” I say simply. I know she knows this Imperial word from Kaelin. She must be starving. “Eat,” I say again.
Ash hesitates for just a moment longer before leaning down, her blonde and purple ombre hair brushing the edge of the bowl as she takes her first bite with her face in the bowl. There’s no grace in it, no dignity, and that’s the point.
I can tell she resents this, but she complies because she must. Because she understands, on some level, that this is her reality now. Performance pets must obey their masters on every level. If I allowed her to eat at the table like sex ship pets, then she may think she has some leverage with me, when in fact she has none.
Ash finishes her food quickly and lifts her head to meet my gaze. I know what she wants, but she can’t have it. I’ve only got eight months to train her. “No more.”
Ash gets on her knees, her hands clasped above her perfect breasts, pushing them together sweetly, and looks up at me pleadingly. She says the only words she knows well, “I am a good girl.”
I know this is the human version of begging. “No.” Then I grab her stomach. “No,” I say to make it clear what’s going on. However, she may not know why she is unhealthy. I can’t understand why she would choose to be this way if she knew. But then again, I don’t know how well humans can avoid the toxins in their food. It’s all irrelevant now. She’s mine and I’ll make her healthy.
For a moment, I think she might continue to plead. But she doesn’t. Good. Obedience.
I gesture for her to follow me. “Come.”
She rises slowly and follows me into the bathroom. I turn toward her, gesturing toward the toilet.
“Use the toilet, empty your bowels,” I instruct slowly, hopefully she’ll remember the Imperial words, watching as she hesitates.
After a few seconds she remembers and steps past me to sit on the toilet.
“Pick up your tail,” I remind her, but she doesn’t understand my words, so I move behind her and grab it.
She tenses at the sensation and then looks up at me with annoyance.
I put her tail in her hand. And then take a step back watching her.
She let’s go of her tail and it rises on its own behind her. It’s the cutest thing I have ever seen. But then we hold eye contact and wait.
I glance at the timer displayed on the interface of my control ring. Too much time has passed. Ash is testing boundaries again, though I suspect she doesn’t think of it that way.
To her, it’s a way to cling to the fragments of control she imagines she still has.
To me, it’s a teaching moment.
She will dislike this, but it’s effective and this lesson—though unpleasant—is one she will remember.
I press the command on my ring, and her collar pulses faintly. I watch as Ash feels it.
Her green eyes widen in surprise as her bowels empty in a seconds.
“You will submit your entire body to me, Ash.”
She glares at me standing up. “I am a good girl.”
“You will be.”
She doesn’t understand my words yet but my tone is clear.
I step closer, reaching out to adjust the collar around her neck. “This isn’t punishment, Ash,” I say softly. “It’s preparation.”
I lead her to my bedroom and to the little pet bed in the corner. I gesture for her to go to it. “Lie down, Ash,” I say. “Lie down and you’ll be a good girl.”
At the sound of ‘good girl,’ she complies, lowering herself onto the little human bed.
“Stay,” I command her and use my hand to indicate she shouldn’t move.
Ash looks up at me suspiciously as I retrieve the small chastity device from the console nearby. It’s designed with the same precision as the control collars and is both functional and symbolic—a reminder of the control I must maintain, and the discipline she must learn.
“Open your legs.”
She looks at me confused. I bring my free hand down to her thighs and gently stroke them open. I know she’s still aroused. There’s not enough training in the world that would make a human body forget about sex.
I stroke the abundant fur between her legs and then spit on the blonde and purple ombre curls before I sink my whole mouth over her labia. Surprised, she moans with pleasure, but just when she’s wet enough for me to attach the device, I quickly mount it in place. It locks with a faint click and then adjusts automatically to fit her body. It’s integrated with the collar and will ensure she remains unable to orgasm until it’s removed.
Ash’s hands reach between her legs as she tries to remove the device. “No, no, no…” she says and then tries to get to her knees to beg.
I stand. “There will be a time and place for your pleasure, but you must understand the boundaries of your existence now. I control your body.”
I activate the forcefield around her bed. It’s a seamless barrier, undetectable until touched, and it’ll hold her for the night.
She tests it almost immediately, reaching a hand toward the edge only to recoil when the faint shimmer crackles against her skin. Her green eyes meet mine.
“This is for your safety,” I tell her. “And mine. I don’t want to have to muzzle you. And you worked hard today, so you deserve a good night’s sleep.”
I move to my own bed, sitting on the edge for a moment as I watch her settle into the space she has been given. She shifts slightly, testing the limits of the force field again.
“Rest now my new pet. Tomorrow will be just as demanding.”
She doesn’t respond. But I don’t need to check my control ring to know her mind is racing, as it always is.
I wake up during the Watching and check on Ash. She’s still asleep. I put down the forcefield and wake her gently by caressing her back. Humans need more physical attention in the beginning of their training, so I move her to my bed. She wakes up as I put her under the blankets with me. My hands roam her body from her toes to her scalp. She jumps sweetly as I touch the bottom of her feet and even laughs a little. “You’ll get used to me touching you everywhere,” I tell her.
I drag my fingers up her legs, in between her thighs, over the chastity device, just to play with her, I’m not going to remove it. When she tries to angle her body toward me, I push her back on her back. “No, Ash. I touch you.” She must learn to take what I give her and be grateful for it. “You are my pet. You obey me. My commands.”
I’m pleased that she does as I say. She lies still on her back while I continue to touch her. And after I’ve stroked her entire body countless times, I run my fingers around her large breasts, outlining them and then her areolas. And finally the piercings. I hold up the blanket and wonder if I should pierce her labia too, but I think it’d take away from the aesthetic of her fur and her tail.
I turn her over and caress her back and play with her tail. Everyone likes a human with a tail.
When Ash begins grinding her hips against the bed, I pick her small form up and move her back to her little bed. And then I try to go to sleep myself. But after a few minutes, I realize that’s impossible, touching Ash made me aroused too. So, I call a slave artist to my room.
When she arrives she goes directly to Ash’s bed. “Oh a new human pet. She’s adorable. Look at that purple ombre hair. Can I stroke her, Master Aefre?”
I let down the forcefield for the Imperial woman to stroke Ash’s tail.
“Will you take off her chastity belt? I would enjoy watching a human pet orgasm.”
“Not tonight.” I put the forcefield back up. “I’m the one who needs your attention.”
“It’s no wonder if you’ve been training that adorable pet all day, Master Pet Trainer.” She moves closer to me and runs her fingers expertly along the length of my penis that comes to life under her touch.
“I’m glad you understand the situation. I can’t have her yet. It’s too soon, so I need you.”
“I can put a tail in my anus if it helps?”
I think about her offer. Then I look down at Ash’s bed. She’s awake and watching us. “It’s not necessary as long as she’s watching.”
The slave artist looks down at Ash. “Do you want her to watch to know how to have sex?” she asks incredulously. “I thought that was the one thing humans did know how to do.”
I smile and then kiss the Imperial woman, my hands reaching inside her green shirt to find one of her nipples to gently tug on it. “Oh she knows about sex. It’s just that she just needs to unlearn the barbaric human way of doing it. She needs to know how I want it done and that when she has sex with me, it’s the ultimate reward.”
“Oh,” replies the woman surprised. “I’m new to your ship and don’t know much about your profession except that it’s lucrative.”
“Profitable because it’s difficult,” I answer and then groan as she expertly strokes my penis again.
“Well, I’m happy to be here. I came from a warship. So many military men with their rules. I was tired of it.”
I remove her shirt exposing her small taut grey breasts, her small nipples pierced and adorned with large jewelry that glimmers in the low light. “Good,” I say as I pull on the jewelry stretching her nipples until I hear her sharp intake of breath. “Good.”
“Are you going to do that to my clit too?”
“Is it pierced?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes,” she says as I quickly begin unfastening her green skirt.
I reach between the folds of her labia and find the small silver chain and I gently pull. The Imperial woman lets out a small moan and I urge her on her back. With one hand I hold the nipple jewelry and with the other, the one attached to her clit. As I lean down to investigate, I see that it’s more of a ring surrounding her clitoris, attached in several places. I drop my head and gently lick it. “Pleasure and pain then?”
“Yes,” she breaths out. “I’m happy to be on a ship where I’ll be better understood. That’s how you train the human pets I hear.”
“Yes. Pleasure and pain. I’m glad you’ve joined us,” I say. “A lot of artists only want to be on the best military ships where all the glory of the Empire is. But the money they make here, although just as good, doesn’t compare to the excitement on the front lines,” I say in between long licks of her hairless sex.
“Not me. I don’t want to die in space,” she confesses.
“Then we have that in common,” I say as I begin to move a finger in and out of her lubricated vagina. Slowly bringing her closer to climax, her scent of desire filling the bedroom.
“I’m excited to serve the Empire on your ship and see how the rich live in the galaxy. All the fancy hotels and cosmopolitan stations that host human pet shows,” she trails off with a whimper. “Yes, oh goddesses, do you do this to your pets?”
“Only the good ones. Now orgasm for me,” I command the artist as I move my fingers expertly in and out of her tense body. Her silver jewelry making a faint jingle with my actions. When she doesn’t come instantly, I continue the same pace with my finger, but grab her clit chain again and swing it around in a circle. Almost immediately she begins trembling and then her body releases into a strong orgasm.
“You know women’s bodies,” she praises me afterward.
It’s not her words that get me aroused though, it’s the idea that Ash is watching all of this and is wearing the chastity belt. She must be in erotic agony. It’s such a good training moment. Because sex with me will be the reward that will allow me to push her to her absolute physical limits, beyond anything she ever imagined she could do. It’s one of the oldest and most foolproof human pet training methods.
The slave artist takes my cock in her hands and then urges me onto my back. She hovers over me on her knees, putting both of the long silver strands connected to her nipple piercings in my mouth and says, “Control me with them on as I ride your cock for your pet to watch. I assume you’ll instruct her to do the same.”
“Only if she’s a really good girl,” I reply before I begin sucking on the silver strands, so the ends are tight against my teeth.
Then she slowly impales herself on my aching penis, enveloping me. It feels incredible.
I watch her as she begins to expertly ride my body and I use the silver strands in my mouth to control how fast she goes and her position by moving my head up and down, right and left. She obeys my every direction.
“You’re a real task master. I wish I were wearing a tail.”
It’s an erotic thought. The idea of this woman donning a tail, but after looking at Ash’s human body all day, this thin Imperial woman is serving only my physical needs. She rides me and I like it, but what I really want is Ash riding me with her pink tail swishing on my thighs and her large breasts bouncing while I try to contain them with the same kinds of nipple jewelry leads.
I orgasm into the slave artist’s core and then release the silver strands of jewelry from my mouth. She slowly stands and licks my penis clean of all the semen.
Then we make eye contact and she smiles as she licks her lips. “I can’t wait to explore the galaxy with you, Master Aefre.”
“Welcome to the Luminous Arc ,” I say as she puts on her clothing unnecessarily. It’s the Watching, the middle of the night where everyone is up praying, working, or relaxing, but unlike during the day, it’s acceptable to be naked anywhere on the ship.
The slave artist looks at Ash. “I hope I gave her something to look forward to as well. Good bye for now, little human pet.”