CHAPTER 10
THE BEGINNING
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The ship sailed through the deep and dark space, amongst stars and planets, and Lila felt like she became less and less human.
She wasn’t anything, really, but Atlas’s pet.
Was she even that, or was she just a warm place for him to stick his cock?
Lila didn’t know, and she really didn’t care.
She was just happy when he took her, showed her what she was worth, and filled her with the seed her body craved—because when he didn’t, she kept thinking about all the horrors that transpired at the facilities, or her family that she would most likely never see again.
Atlas kept her alive, kept her mind clouded, and made her body survive deep space.
He was a god, after all, who gave her life.
She was given clothing in the same fashion as the others—namely, not a lot.
The fabric that fell in a deep cleavage over her breasts, and the loincloth, covered her private part but concealed nothing.
It was sheer and shimmery and did very little to hide her nipples as they hardened as soon as Atlas even looked at her.
It was embarrassing at first, and she didn’t like the gleeful sneers the others gave her when they eyed her. She tried to explain to Atlas that she wasn’t used to just walking around naked in front of strangers, but he didn’t listen.
Even more embarrassing was the fact that she couldn’t stop squirming in front of the captain.
It was as though she couldn’t control it while still knowing she did something lewd and undignified, but Atlas acted as though it was perfectly natural.
Sometimes, he brought it out of her while purring, as if he was toying with her, but most times, it was just her body screaming for him to touch her.
He was kind to her, in his own strange way.
He took care of her needs, kept her safe, and kept the others from touching her.
Inside that ship, he was her only companion.
He would let her ask questions if she wanted, and perhaps his years inside the enclosure made him aware of Lila’s predicament—despite his apparent dislike of humans, he was as respectful as a master could be to a slave.
But all her dignity was stripped from her the first time Atlas fucked her in front of his crew.
One day, he had simply decided that he wanted her, and didn’t care that others saw them.
Maybe he even wanted them to see. She had been paraded in her skimpy clothes, and now, she was to be demonstrated.
She had cried, begged him to stop, but he had only growled at her, and she had obeyed and let him fuck her brains out in front of his men.
Just like breathing, she craved it, even though she hated herself for it.
Most times, he took her to his bed. In there, she could enjoy it. Being fucked in front of the others felt like a humiliating punishment but being fucked in his bed felt like a reward. There, she could pretend that he was like any other lover, even though she knew he was anything but.
As he’d emptied himself inside of her for the hundredth time or so, Atlas rolled to the side and sprawled out next to her.
Lila tried to catch her breath, tried to still the involuntary convulsion in her body, and turned her face to him.
“T-thank you,” she breathed, and Atlas nodded.
She felt his seed pour down her folds, thick and rich; her belly ached, as did everything else in her body.
He had not grown gentler, but she might have grown more used to him.
She coped with the pain differently now.
Slowly, she placed her hand on his strong chest and felt the hot skin underneath her fingertips. He was so beautiful—terrifying, but beautiful. She bit her lip, caressed him softly, and said, “Where are we going?”
“We are going home,” said he. “Ay’ta. That is our name for the planet.”
“It must be strange, coming home after such a long time.”
“Five human years is hardly a long time,” scoffed Atlas and grabbed her hand with his massive one. “But yes, it will most certainly feel peculiar setting foot there again.”
She moved closer. “What will happen to me?”
“Nothing,” said he. “You will remain my pet.”
Lila bit her lip. “When we… the first time we—” She felt her cheeks blush more violently.
She didn’t know why it was difficult for her to address it—he had fucked her so many times, why was it difficult to talk about their first time?
But it wasn’t the sex she wanted to talk about, but what he had said to her.
Mate. He has said mate, in English. Deep inside, she hoped that meant something.
Taking a strengthening breath, she said, “The first time we were intimate, you said ‘mate’. What did you mean by that?”
“We were about to mate,” Atlas said, seemingly unaware of the tenderness in her voice.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Because… well, because in English, ‘mate’ also means—”
“I know what it means,” muttered he. “I said it because we were about to mate.”
Lila felt her chest tighten. Was she dumb for wishing?
Was she stupid and naive for feeling this irrational attachment to an alien man who was as much of a stranger to her as he was alien?
She sighed. If there was one thing she was certain about, it was that didn’t want to be his pet ; she probably had to keep fucking him to stay alive on the foreign planet, but she could definitely live with that.
She just didn’t want to be owned. “I don’t want to be a slave, Atlas. Mr. West tried to enslave me.”
The alien gazed at her with his golden eyes. “You’re not a slave, Lila. You are my pet.”
Lila scowled. “And what is the difference?”
“A slave sleeps on the floor,” he muttered. “Are you sleeping on the floor?”
She swallowed. “No.”
“A slave eats what we do not want. Do you eat scraps?”
“No.”
He grunted and sat. “Slaves are disposable, but we treat pets well.”
“But I’m not free.”
“No.” He rose from the bed. His impressive manhood swung between his legs, glistening from both his and her cum. “And you never will be.”
Lila swallowed and sat, despite the ache in her body. “But why?”
He looked at her. “Because you’re human, Lila. There are no free humans on Ay’ta.”
She looked at him in hope. “ There are other humans there?”
Atlas chuckled softly and grabbed one of his self-cleaning cloths to wash. “Everyone of importance has several slaves, many of which are humans.”
“And…” She swallowed. “What about pets?”
He looked at her. “Human pets are scarce. Many find your species too… rudimentary.”
She felt her cheeks flush and wrapped her arms around her naked body. “Then why am I your pet and not your slave?”
“You ask a lot of questions, girl,” muttered he, and his gaze hardened. “You need not know my reasons.”
“But what if the other humans on your planet hate me because I’m treated differently?
” She knew she should drop it, but she couldn’t.
She was a fool for hoping, but she wished that he had feelings for her.
Maybe pet was the best position he could give her, and if that was the case, she would be grateful for what he tried to do.
He set his jaw tight as he put his belt and loincloth on. “A slave would be severely punished if it hurt a pet. You need not worry.”
“Maybe one of your kind would ask me what makes me different.”
He sighed heavily and reached to grab her.
In one, swift tug, he had pulled her to him.
She stood on her knees on the bed, and he leaned down over her, his face hovering just inches from hers.
“Then you can tell them that my reasons are mine, and mine alone. If they wish to contest me, then so be it.”
She felt her heart quicken; even if she’d just been violently fucked, she wanted more. It was partly his effect, but she also knew it was something else. “Can I pretend it’s because you like me?”
He observed her, moved his gaze to her lips, and nodded.
“If you want to.” He kissed her then, his surprisingly soft lips on hers.
His long tongue slithered into her mouth, and Lila sighed in delight and wrapped her arms around his sturdy neck.
He lifted her as he straightened, his arms tightly secured around her waist.
Lila reveled despite her pain. He tasted so good, and every time he kissed her, all her worries slipped away into nothingness. She whirled her tongue around his, tugged at his lips, and pressed herself against him.
The alien growled, grabbed hold of her ass, and began kneading. Maybe, Lila thought, it wasn’t just he that affected her; maybe, if she was lucky, she affected him, as well.
She felt him grow hard against her once more, as his cock sprung out from under the fabric. She was sore and tired, but she wanted it inside of her again.
Atlas didn’t seem ready to part from her and lowered her back onto the bed. He pried her legs apart, aligned his cock with her already swollen and wet cunt, and breached her.
Lila whimpered and tightened; the pain was sharp, but the pleasure was sharper. The beast sank into her with ease, as he had already taken her just a few minutes earlier. Once again, he fucked her hard into the mattress, and Lila was brought more pleasure than she could handle.
She cried. The tears rolled from her eyes as she wept and cried and moaned and mewled—and she didn’t want him to stop. It was, however, quicker this time. He brought her one, maybe two orgasms—it was difficult for her to tell them apart—before he gave her another load.
Her body absorbed whatever toxins, or proteins, or enzymes that kept her alive, and the bed turned into the softest cloud in the universe. She was home.
* * *
Ay’ta was scarily similar to Earth—and especially the deep Canadian wilderness. At first, Lila wondered if he had tricked her and brought her back, but then she’d seen a pair of flying animals that she knew didn’t exist on her planet.