Chapter 1 #6
Behind me, Sharp takes hold of a thick fist of my hair and pulls me the rest of the way, until my knees hit the ship’s floor. I feel him kneeling behind me, a dark and dangerous carnal force that makes me quiver.
“Look at me,” Mr. Hot says. He reaches down and tilts my chin up toward him.
“Would have been easier to look at you if you didn’t decide to make me even shorter,” I say, sassy.
He smirks. I learned a lot of people don’t like being mouthed off to. I also learned I enjoy it even more when they don’t like it. This guy seems to practically expect it from me.
“Now, pet,” he says. “We’re very glad to have you back, but you should never have run away. So you know what that means?”
“Means I’m… hide and seek champion 2055?”
“No,” he snorts. “It means you’re going to be spanked for this. You’re going to be punished quite a bit, and you deserve it, so I hope you won’t throw too many tantrums. We’ll talk about why you did that later, but for now, you need to be punished.”
I can’t believe this. Their touch is making my body go repeatedly silly and making it hard to think.
My knees are still like jelly from the last orgasm, but I need to defend myself.
This isn’t fair. They can’t treat me like I’ve done something wrong.
(But I kind of like that they’re treating me like I’ve done something wrong. It’s kind of hot.)
“I didn’t do anything! I don’t remember you!” I protest. I don’t sound quite as desperate as I might, because of the husky tone in my voice from orgasm and the little giggle that escapes because I am nervous as hell.
“That’s enough,” he says firmly. “Who do you want to punish you?”
“None of you.”
He chuckles, and I feel amusement from the Bull, too.
“Fair answer,” he says. “But there’s no getting out of this, pet. This has been years in the making, and you know it. If we didn’t do this, you’d be disappointed.”
He’s so handsome, and he seems so kind. And they made me come when they found me, so maybe this won’t be that bad.
I look around at the two in front of me. I don’t need to look at the one behind me. I already know he’s the worst. I can feel it in my fucking bones. If he gets his hands on me, I am fucked.
“Do I have to pick one of you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so,” he says firmly.
I look around, but there’s nowhere to go, and my body is still full of arousal and a strange hope that this might somehow be real.
I want to know what’s going on, but they have this whole punishment going on and they don’t want to explain things like who they are, or what they want, or how we know each other.
“Pet,” he says. “Focus.”
I realize this isn’t really a hard decision. Who do I want to punish me? Who do I want to put their hands on me and show me what a bad girl I’ve apparently been?
“You,” I say.
“Me?” he confirms with a little smile.
The scary one behind me is not one I am going to choose, and the big horned one looks like he could be scary and dangerous as well. I am drawn to the barbarian.
“I choose Mr. Hot,” I say.
There’s a round of laughter. Mr. Hot crooks a brow at me and smirks broadly. “Maybe you have forgotten us,” he says. “I can’t imagine you’d ever choose me.”
“Why? Are you secretly mean?”
He smirks again, enjoying something I don’t understand. This is starting to get really frustrating.
“I don’t remember you!” My voice is a little squeaky, and a lot frustrated. “I don’t remember any of this! Did you steal me? Was I sold to you? What…”
Behind me, Sharp unfurls a silky length of cloth, which he uses to gag me so smoothly it feels practiced. They’ve made me shut up this way before. Or he has gagged a lot of girls. I don’t know which of those is true.
“I want you to listen to me,” Mr. Hot says. “We have missed you greatly, but you are going to have to pay for this. Remember that when I am punishing you.”
He picks me up and carries me through to what I can only describe as an alien lounge.
There are couches, alien sized, and chairs, also alien sized, and what looks like a bar, also—you guessed it—alien sized.
The furnishings are in a kind of teal blue fabric and the bar is a sort of brown wood type finish.
There’s something very mid-century modern about the interiors. I almost wonder if I picked them out.
I don’t get to ask, because Mr. Hot sits down in a chair with no arms and pins me over his lap. I squirm naked and confused as he reaches out to a side table, opens it, and pulls out a small wooden brush-shaped object a few inches long and round. It’s maybe a quarter inch thick.
“Remember this?” He shows me it.
“No! That’s the point, idiot!”
There’s no more talking after that. He holds the brush in one hand, grips me with the other, and starts spanking me hard and fast.
I start yowling from the very beginning, because the first hot burst of pain shocks me. It bursts across my ass in a hot flash that is followed by a sharp ache and no part of me, flesh or mind, knows what to do with it.
I haven’t been hurt in a long time. I don’t really remember the last time I felt pain. And I absolutely do not remember the last time someone hit me. If they ever did, it was long before I woke up in that hospital. It better be anyway.
“Settle down, pet,” he says, pausing for a moment. “You’re not taking this well at all.”
I reach up and wrench the gag from my mouth. It wasn’t tied that tight and it just falls loose.
“Oh, am I not?” I bite his leg as hard as I fucking can.
All I get is a mouthful of denim and muscle, and I don’t think it makes much of an impression on him because he just starts spanking me again.
It feels so deeply unfair, like I’m being punished for something I didn’t do.
And fuck, even if I did do it, this is fucked up.
I howl with rage until he lets me stand up, or I buck off his lap.
Not sure if he meant to let me go or not.
What I do know for sure is that my ass is burning and my pride is horribly bruised.
I can’t fucking believe this has happened to me.
I can’t fucking believe he just did that.
He hit me. Like he had some right to do it?
He makes it worse by keeping on talking. These guys might be aliens, but they make the same fucking mistakes that human men make. He’s not reading the room, and he’s definitely not reading me.
“You’re ours, and maybe you have forgotten. Three years is a long time to be running free. It’s a long time to remember what happens when you disobey your owners. But I think you remember now, don’t you.”
Oh, god, he’s being smug about it. He’s talking to me with this tone like he’s in charge, and I’m some… animal he gets to punish as he wants to.
“Fuck you.” I spit the words. “Fuck you.”
Swearing at him isn’t enough. It doesn’t go anywhere toward making me feel better. So I slap him in the face. There’s a crack as my hand makes contact with his massive alien cheek. It makes absolutely no impression on him, but it makes the flat of my palm sting like hell.
“Easy,” he says, reaching for me. I don’t know what the hell he has in store for me, but I know I don’t want to find out. He’s not going to spank me again. Fuck that. I dart away, hurt, angry, and scared. I feel betrayed, like I trusted him and he did something so mean to me I won’t ever forget it.
“I told you I don’t remember!” I yell. “I don’t know who any of you are!”
I pick up a vase, or something that looks like a vase and I throw it at the barbarian. It misses him by quite a way and smashes on the floor. The sound of something shattering is satisfying, and makes me feel guilty at the same time. Weird feeling.
At that point, Sharp picks me up from behind. He loops his arm around my waist and holds me like a sack of some kind of root vegetable. The grip makes my head droop and my feet hang. It does keep pressure off my sore, naked ass, though.
“Maybe she has forgotten,” he says. “She’s acting out of character. We all know that she knows what a punishment feels like, but the way she just acted, she might as well never have been disciplined, and we know that’s not true.”
We’re next to a wall of decor, so I grab for something else. I don’t even know what it is, but I know it smashes the same way the other thing did. I guess I’m really fucking up their alien interior design today.
“Let me go!” I yell. “Take me back to Earth!”
I grab a third thing. It’s glassy and shiny and oh… it also breaks.
Sharp still has me in his grip, but there’s plenty to hand. He tries to move me away from the breakables, but the fun thing about life is just how many things can be broken if you really fucking try.
“Alright,” Sharp says. “You are coming with me, young lady.”
“Sharp…” the barbarian starts to speak.
“Don’t worry about her, Kronos. I’m not going to hurt her.”
Sharp carries me away still in that same grip.
He’s so much bigger, so much taller, and I hate it so much because I know I can’t defend myself against one of them, let alone all of them.
I am outnumbered and I am outweighed. I start to sob as I squirm and find it absolutely hopeless.
I don’t want this. I want to be back where I feel like I have some sense of control over myself, even if I’m in a fucked-up dystopian world where the air isn’t free.
He takes me into a room with much lower lighting. Here, there’s a sort of orange glow emanating from the lower part of the walls, which are soft and rounded and earth tone. It feels like I’m in a cave. Almost immediately, I feel my heart rate slow and my tension start to flow away.
There’s a bed up against a wall at the narrowest part of the room. It has a lot of blankets piled on it, all soft and orange and yellow and brown in hue. It has sheets that are white and soft, and many pillows, enough to bury into.