Chapter 4
Mara
Just like that, I find myself a captive pet on an alien warship.
They defer to the alien I have known as Freak, but hearing him referred to as Captain Tasin makes me start to think of him that way as well.
The other soldiers are also in their underwear for a bit, but after the first few hours of flying about in space, they all put on uniforms. Black boots to the knees, black jumpsuits everywhere else. Shiny. Tight.
Freak looks hot. He was already wildly attractive, but seeing him in charge adds a little extra zing to the whole affair.
They really are at war, I realize.
I overhear tactical discussions about things I don’t understand, and I am sure I am only getting half of the information because they’re probably just thinking the worst parts to each other.
I watch them walk around the ship in their shiny, shiny uniforms and sometimes they’re so shiny and so muscly that I forget I’m traumatized and have been abducted. It’s like being on tour with a bunch of alien strippers.
I was supposed to be doing something, though. Getting water. Finding my dad.
Finding my dad.
I haven’t even let myself think that as a possibility since he went missing.
When he first failed to return, I did try to go after him.
I asked where his mission had taken him.
I asked to be able to purchase a ship. He’d taken ours, but I could sell the assets accumulated over the years, the house, the stock, and go after him.
I asked, and then I asked again. I sold what was left to be sold, then I had no goods left and the question of how I was going to feed myself started to become an issue.
Then, of course, they suggested marriage.
Because selling my body to a man for his use forever was what they considered to be a happy ending for me.
No matter how many times I requested it, the elders wouldn’t let me go off planet on my own. Well, not until I agreed to fly directly into the sun, anyway, and I am pretty sure my dad is not there.
The memories have an odd sensation to them, because I’d already started to forget the part where I tried to find him and they stopped me. They broke me of my desire to find him by refusing to honor my wishes. They grounded me, effectively.
It was a matter of months, and each of those days in those months represented another little chink taken out of my armor.
At first I tried not to panic. Then I did panic.
Then I tried to do something, and then I couldn’t, and it broke me.
It broke me so surely that when they offered me the chance to fly into the sun, they believed me when I agreed.
The fact that my father left me behind when he always took me on trading missions was what cracked me in the first place. Now that I think back to it, I have to assume he knew there was danger. I wish he’d taken me into it. I’d rather be in danger than be left behind.
“Pet.” Freak puts his head around the door of the little space room we share.
“Hm?”
“It’s time to eat. We have burgers.”
I sit on Freak’s knee at a table that would otherwise be ridiculously oversized for me, and I eat burgers that are ridiculously oversized for me, and I feel a kind of contentment and peace that I haven’t felt in a long time.
The aliens are talking among themselves, mostly out loud, so I am not left out. I am sure they are having their secret discussions as well, but I don’t need to be part of those. I like just being here, being held, feeling as though I have escaped misery and tragedy one after the other.
“Alright, pet,” he says, patting my ass. “I have something special in mind for you tonight.”
“Oh?”
“Training. You have to learn to discipline your thoughts.”
“Why?”
“Because I cannot take you around telepaths if you are constantly mentally screaming about which one of them is hot, or which one you’d like to push off a bridge.”
I give him an innocent look. “I thought those things?”
“Yes, pet,” he smirks. “You did.”
“Tonight?”
“Tonight, and before tonight, and…”
“I don’t think humans can control their thoughts,” I interrupt him. “I think we just have them. If you don’t want people hearing them, put a tinfoil hat or something on me.”
“There’s a difference between the stream of consciousness you experience, and thoughts that are more projected,” he says. “The ones that are loud in your head may as well have been spoken out loud in reality.”
“Really?” I grin.
He smiles back at me with that super sharp grin that reminds me just how alien he is. It’s amazing how fast you start to see past blue skin and scales, and just start to think of even the most interestingly odd aliens as just another kind of person.
“Really,” he says. “Some of what you were thinking when I brought you to our home was truly unrepeatable. I’m sure they’re still talking about it.”
I giggle. I don’t really care what those aliens thought of me. I care what this one thinks, because he has shown me kindness. But still, we have known each other for just a few days and there’s always the chance he’s going to eat me or something.
“You want me to think quieter?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm yeahhh spank me.” I think as loud as I can.
Never imagined thought as having volume before, but it makes immediate sense.
Weird how humans do know how to think in various ways like that, loud and soft and everything in between, almost like we’re calibrated for a skill we never got.
I wonder if maybe I could learn to read minds if I tried really hard.
There’s a laugh from somewhere else in the ship. Wow. I guess they really can hear through walls.
Freak obliges me immediately. Gripping me by the scruff of my suit, he gives me an immediate wedgie.
That wedgie is accompanied by several hard slaps to my cheeks, each of them making my ass burn.
They’re hard and fast and they don’t give me any time to react until they’re already searing through my skin.
“I was going to do this anyway,” he says. “But seeing as you asked for it, I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“I was joking! It was a prank!”
“A painful one for you,” he notes, carrying me about in that undignified scruffed position. I feel myself softening in his grip. I feel the tender burn in my cheeks starting to sink deeper and feel better. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe he’s going to give me sweet treatment.
Just as that happens, another set of slaps land, harder and more painful than before. He delivers them through my suit, but the tight legging style design does nothing to really stop most of the sting, and all of the impact gets through to me without any buffering at all.
“Argh!” I cry out, cursing him in my mind and then realizing that’s kind of the same thing as cursing him out loud.
“Fuck you!” I say, because I may as well do it if I’m going to be punished for it.
I’m starting to feel like I’m always going to be in trouble with him.
I was never very good at being what people wanted me to be even before this, and he wants me to be all sorts of things above and beyond that.
“For reference, pet,” he growls at me. “It is still worse for you to disrespect me out loud than it is to have a thought.”
He carries me back to our private room with a bed that is big enough to fit him and also more than large enough to fit me as well. Living in an alien-sized world makes me feel more like a pet than anything else he says or does.
He drops me lightly on the bed, then immediately captures me by the back of the neck, covering my body with his own. The warmth of his flesh and the pressure of his body calms me.
“Good,” he purrs in my ear. “I like it when you settle for me. You accept my dominance so naturally, pet.”
Do I? I don’t know how true that really is.
“It is,” he says, responding to my thoughts and not my words. “Your body calms for mine. Your mind slows when I have control of you. You think less, and you obey more. You are a very good pet.”
“I’m not a pet. I’m a person.” I offer the weak resistance.
“You’re a brat,” he smirks, sliding his hand around my body to find the fastener of my suit, and drawing it down to slide it off my body. I let him strip me. It’s only fair, after all, considering he’s always in his underwear. Well, almost always.
“And I have something for you. I think this will help you lean into your role with me more completely.”
He pulls me against his powerful alien body, slides my hair to the side, and gently, but firmly bites the side of my neck.
All the arousal I was already feeling blossoms suddenly into a raging wanton need that I have absolutely no control over.
I don’t know what he does when he bites, but I know it has the same effect as being teased and pleasured for hours before being allowed any release.
I am instantly desperate, sound of mind, but entirely driven by desire.
“Not fair,” I moan. “You can’t do that to me.”
“I’m not doing anything to you that isn’t already inside you,” he purrs against my neck, pulling those sharp teeth away and leaving a dull ache in their wake.
“I am not drugging you, pet,” he says with a sexy smile, holding my naked body against his as he looks down at me with rampant desire that matches my own. “I am finding what is within you and bringing it forth.”
I don’t have the interest in forming a coherent argument against that, so I merely melt against him and I let him put me into a filthy animal position on my hands and knees. I can feel the arousal coating the insides of my thighs before he nudges them apart.
“That’s right, pet,” he growls softly. “Present yourself to me.”
What choice do I have? Precisely none. Even if he were not to have given that order, I would have obeyed it anyway. I want to show him my dripping pussy. I want to be filled. I want to be fucking bred. There is nothing innocent or demure left in me.