Chapter 4 #2
“Glad to see you learned from it in the past,” I say, sitting up.
“I’m not going to argue with you,” he says. “You ran to us once for safety…”
“No, I didn’t! I happened to be in the same bar as you when I first got to the Sligtonian stop.”
“So you do remember us.”
Fuck. I’ve fucked up by saying the thing that implies I have more memories than I’m claiming to have. Now he’ll think I’m lying about everything else. Why is being untruthful so inconvenient?
“No! I remember a little of what happened there. I remember trying to save women from being sold and I remember that going badly, and I remember nothing else.”
His expression hardens. I see him become determined in a way I know I will not like even before he opens his mouth to say possibly the worst thing he could.
“It doesn’t matter what you remember, and it doesn’t matter what you want. You need to accept your place with us. You are our pet. You are our mate. We own you.”
I slap him in the face.
It has very little physical effect on him, but it definitely has some emotional impact because he grabs my wrist and looks at me with narrowed eyes.
“Do not disrespect me, pet, not after I just allegedly dominated you. Not very dominated, are you?”
“That’s right,” I tell him. “I’ve been looking after myself with no memories for years. I don’t need any man. I definitely don’t need three big aliens who punish me for every little thing I do.”
“Every little thing you do being getting yourself very nearly killed every opportunity you get?”
“I’m allowed to get myself nearly killed every chance I get.”
“You’re being impossible,” he says.
“Yeah. Maybe I am.”
I don’t deny it. I don’t care if I’m not convenient for him to own. Fuck him. Fuck this. Why do I want to cry?
Sharp stands up, picking me up with him. He carries me out of the bedroom out to where Kronos and Boss are relaxing in their alien spaceship lounge. I’ve got to have decorated this place. It’s too human and too nice to be any of their ideas.
“She’s not going to behave herself,” he says, dropping me on a big soft couch. “She’s the same as she ever was, she just doesn’t remember why she’s the way she is, which is worse. A lot worse.”
I laugh at his frustration, joining in the trend of making things progressively worse.
“Is that right?” Kronos says, annoyed. “Do you think behaving yourself is optional, pet? Because I remember you being very unhappy last time I disciplined you.”
“And then she sneaked herself out of the ship and into pitched battle,” Boss points out.
I thought he was chill. Maybe not.
“I can handle her,” Kronos says. “I can make damn sure she understands what obedience means.”
I groan.
“Is this what it was like, just you guys dick-waving in succession one after the other while I do whatever I want anyway?”
“Yes,” Boss says pretty much instantly.
“No,” Kronos says.
I smirk. I need to talk to Boss, I think. He’s the one who has the best and most grounded sense of things. The other two are trying their hardest to turn me into their obedient little pet against all odds, and against my own sense of existence.
“Alright,” Kronos says. “I have an idea. On your knees, pet.”
I sit on the couch and just look at him. I hope these seats are wipe-able, because I am still covered in a lot of Sharp semen. He really expects me to get up and do as he says.
“On your knees, pet,” he repeats, his tone rife with warning.
I ignore it.
He comes over, picks me up, and puts me on my knees, pushing me down firmly.
I flush with heat and annoyance and stand up, only to be put back down again.
“You can’t make me kneel for you, you big alien…”
My mouth is filled with a gag, a squishy substance that feels quite comfortable between my teeth. It makes it impossible for me to speak, but that is no doubt the point.
“I know you don’t remember me,” he says, standing over me. He was already a lot taller than me before this, but on my knees he looks like a literal giant. “Because you would never dare act like this if you did. This is insanity, pet.”
“I remember you a little,” I mutter into the gag. He can’t hear me, but I reply anyway.
“So you don’t know what I’m going to do to you now,” he says. “But I intend to make sure that this time you won’t forget.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
“I’m not going to kill you,” he says, though I don’t think he actually heard me.
“I am going to make you choose obedience. And sobriety.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.”
“I don’t need luck,” he says. Maybe he can understand that through my gag. Maybe he just knows the sort of thing I usually say. These guys have a real advantage over me with their memories actively existing.
“You don’t need another recap of your many misbehaviors. But I am going to tell you one thing. You’ll do as you’re told. And I’m going to make you.”
He starts wrapping restraints around my arms. They’re soft, but they’re strong, and they run all the way to the walls so I’m sort of spread-eagled on my knees. There’s no hiding any part of me. My pussy is exposed, my breasts are on display. He has full access to me.
He leaves the room, gets something, and brings it back. I can hear him behind me as he crouches down and nestles it between my legs. I feel a sort of firm but form-fitting touch against my pussy. It’s pushing against my sex with a complete sort of grip, almost like a silicone hand holding me.
Kronos stands up and walks around to look at me.
“I want to see your face when this turns on, and you realize that you have fucked up to a cosmic degree.”
That’s quite a threat, I wonder if…
“Mhngnhhnnhngngh!”
The machine vibrates then intermittently crackles with some kind of energetic charge.
The crackle goes straight to my clit and makes me gasp.
I’ve just been fucked. I’ve been used roughly and filled up and fucked hard and now I’m being zapped by something that makes my clit throb.
My body contorts as I come. It’s not like a normal orgasm.
It doesn’t come after being built up and teased and otherwise made love to.
It is an immediate climax that feels like it has been taken from me rather than given to me.
He smirks at me. “That’s right. I can make you come over and over,” he says. “I can make you come so hard, you soak the floor beneath your knees.”
He proves those words by making me do exactly what he says. Over and over again. One. Two. Three orgasms hitting my system almost simultaneously, driving me almost immediately out of my mind.
“Please… I’ve had enough…” I keep trying to talk through the gag. Fuck knows why.
“You’ve come three times. Three is nothing. You’re going to come four times as much as this. Over and over, until you are obedient because you can be nothing else.”
He reaches down and pulls the gag out of my mouth. “Let’s see if the treatment has calmed you, taught you to control your tongue a little.”
Another orgasm sparks through me. My legs are starting to weaken. My breath is ragged. My pussy feels hot and wet and swollen.
“Fuck,” I curse.
“You’ve been fucked,” he says. “A cock isn’t enough for you. Even when it’s two cocks. You need to be completely ravaged and utterly used. You need to be worn out.”
He makes the device spark again and I scream as pleasure that is swiftly becoming indistinguishable from pain rakes through my nerves. You’d think they’d start to get less sensitive from all the stimulation, but they’re only becoming more and more tender.
He’s a merciless golden god of an alien, and I am a supplicant on bended knees. It’s too late to ask for mercy. He’s not going to give it. I’ve had my chances with him, and now I am suffering the consequences of having disappointed this alien who has powers beyond my understanding.
“Again,” he says, his voice treacherously soft as a seventh orgasm plunders me.
I start to really beg around the ninth.
“Please. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I promise. I’m not going to run away again. I’ll listen to you and I’ll do as you say. I’ll follow on your heels day in and day out, if that’s what you want.”
“Yes, you will do all those things and more,” Kronos agrees. “Again.”
The tenth orgasm is the best and the worst so far.
I feel it in every part of me. My entire lower abdomen is aflame with arousal.
Every one of the hairs on my skin is standing up.
There is sweat running down my body, underneath my breasts and even running over my brow.
This is exercise. The contractions of my muscles over and over are work like I have not had to do in a very long time.
I am glad for the bindings on my arms. They’re the only things stopping me from slumping over. My hips are aching from working back and forth over the device between my legs. My clit is perpetually tingling, as if the machine was operating continuously.
“I hate you,” I complain through gritted teeth.
“I am sure you do,” Kronos replies, unmoved. “You always did dislike being really disciplined. You always thought you deserved to be able to do whatever you felt like doing. It’s been a point of contention from the very first moment we met, and I imagine it will remain so. Again.”
“Fuck!” I curse at the top of my lungs. I do not know how many times the human body was designed to orgasm, but I can tell you the answer is not this many.
The sensitivity is still increasing, as is the ache.
I don’t know how much more I can take. I feel as though I have been running a sexual marathon, and I am near collapsing from exhaustion.
He crouches down in front of me, tipping my flushed face up toward him with one finger under my chin. I look into his brilliant eyes, and feel how small I am compared to him.
“I enjoy this,” he says, his words sending a chill through to the core of me.
“You frustrate Sharp, because as harsh as he might appear, he has always had a soft spot for you. Boss appreciates your spirit. It reminds him of his home. But when I look at you, pet, I see a little animal begging to be broken. I know why you do what you do, why you tease, why you test, why you always put yourself in harm’s way.
You probably wiped your memory yourself in the hopes of avoiding the reckoning you had coming.
But I have no intention of letting you get away with anything. Ever.”
I whimper, my lower lip trembling, tears filling my eyes because I am so confused and so sore and so fucking aroused, and the way he is speaking to me is making me crave the very mercy he says he will never show me.
“Again,” he says smoothly, and I arch and scream as the most intense stimulation yet arcs through me, turning my clit into a conduit of his alien energy. I writhe against my bonds, the sounds I am making utterly incoherent as I am forced to do as he wishes me to.
He grips a thick handful of my hair and tips my head back, his lips close to my ear.
“I am going to let you go now,” he growls. “But I promise you, one little bit of attitude, one incident of disobedience or disrespect, and you will find yourself back here again, suffering through pleasure. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I gasp.
He starts to loosen the ties around my wrists. As I slump out of place, I collapse off the device, and onto the floor. It is soaked in my juices, just like he said it would be.
My eyes are half open as he walks around me, not helping me up, not cleaning the juices from me, not showing me any kindness at all. He leaves me lying in the filth of my orgasms. I watch as his boots retreat and the door to the room closes behind him.
I fall asleep for a while, or pass out. I don’t know the difference.
When I open my eyes again, I am aware of the entirety of my vulva throbbing as if it is recovering from a beating.
I am thirsty as hell. My mouth feels dry, and my throat is the kind of sore you get when you’ve been talking or rather, screaming for too long.
I have been erotically worked over, head to toe, and I am feeling immensely sorry for myself as a result.
When the door opens, I stand up. Too fast. I feel myself sway, and if not for the barbarian’s big hand wrapping around my upper arm, I probably would have fallen back down again.
He doesn’t say anything nice. Doesn’t say easy there, or steady on, or anything else that would indicate he cares. I guess he cares because he didn’t let me actually smack my head open on the ship’s floor, but that’s probably only because it would stop me from being so available.
While I sway in his grasp, he wraps something around my neck. Feels like a cross between fabric, rubber, and light metal. Whatever it is, it snugs against my throat and grips firmly. It doesn’t cut off my breathing or anything, but it’s definitely noticeable.
“This has the same technology as what you had between your legs,” he tells me. “I can link with it whenever I need to, and it will hurt if I decide it should. Do you understand?”
I nod, and make a meek little noise of assent.
I want to get to Sharp, or Boss. I hate what Kronos has done to me, how small he has made me feel.
I can’t stop thinking about what he said to me about enjoying punishing me.
I felt his enjoyment too. He was taking real sadistic pleasure in the whole procedure.
“Good,” he says. “Now come with me.”
He links a finger in the collar and gives me a tug to get me moving after him. I follow in his wake, feeling sore and punished and owned in a way that he wants me to feel owned.
“Are you tired, pet?”
He asks the question as he leads me into his room. Unlike the others, this one is decorated. It is rife with weaponry, covering almost every single wall. He doesn’t really need them. His offensive power is electric, like a god. But I think he likes them.
I am ready to collapse. The bed looks amazing, just a big dark soft place to rest my flesh.
“You’re going to sleep on the floor beside my bed,” he says. “On the floor. Like the animal you are.”
I look at him with wide eyes, but he is determined. He picks up a pillow from the bed and tosses it down on the floor.
“That’s where you sleep,” he says. “That’s all you’ve earned. If you ever manage to behave yourself, maybe you’ll sleep in a bed again. For now, you’re an untamed animal, and you’ll be treated like one.”