Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
I whimper and whine all the way through my ass fuck. Ark performs his mating slowly and deliberately, no longer motivated by rash lust. He has himself under control now. He has me under control as well. I feel him inside not just my ass, but inside my head. I’m never going to be able to give him attitude the same way again, not without remembering how it felt to have him fuck my ass with these deliberate, disciplinary strokes, occasionally spanking my rear relatively lightly. He doesn’t need to be overly forceful now. He’s made his point. Now he’s simply using my ass as a sort of after-punishment cool down.
“Such a good girl,” he praises me as he keeps me clamped on his cock. “Such a good little pet. I am enjoying your pussy and your ass very much, pet. I will use them both often, and you will present them for my use when I ask. Understand?”
I nod in the affirmative as hot tears run down my cheeks. They are not tears of pain or debasement, but rather tears of actual remorse. His punishment has changed something in me.
Ark
Is it wrong to fuck her ass as she cries? In any general sense, probably, but my pet needs to know I am capable of truly disciplining her. Little spankings and plain warnings have not sufficed at all. But this? This is working admirably. She is soft and she is supple, and much of the fight that she has been carrying since I met her has finally retreated, leaving the rest of her in a much calmer state.
Am I enjoying inflicting this deserved cruelty? Yes, if I am to be honest with myself I am. Usually I am very careful to be tender yet firm with humans. I certainly do not ravage them into submission. But this one is different. This one is reckless and impulsive and demands a proper breaking.
Her soft sniffles are quite adorable, making my cock stay entirely stiff even in the direct aftermath of orgasm as I fuck her all the way through a second climax of my own. It might seem excessive, but she came multiple times and it seems only fair I should orgasm at least twice.
I come again, inside her ass this time. My pleasure is in direct proportion to her punished submission, especially as I release her and let her slide off my cock, leaking my seed from both her naughty human holes.
“Oh my…” She lies before me, curled up slightly on the rucked-up sheets. Her face and much of her body is flushed with a deeper pink hue that would usually indicate some kind of slap or light trauma, but this is the human color of shame — and I hope, also submission.
“You were a naughty pet today,” I say. “And yesterday, and most of the days before. But you are forgiven now.”
Jen
Is this what forgiveness feels like? A hot and aching ass and a body so wrung out from alien orgasm that I can barely think? I’m hardly listening to his words. They are a soft rumble of sound, accompanied by a surprisingly tender massaging of large alien hands over all the parts most recently punished.
I should hate him for what he just did, but I don’t. I can’t. Because how I feel now is astonishingly good. It is as though I have been forced through some internal wall and found an ocean of calm on the other side of it.
I lie in bed as my alien master fetches warm cloths and whatever alien salves might be used to heal a punished pet and applies both to the nether regions of my body.
I will sleep well tonight. I will sleep well right fucking now.
8
“Phenix Wrathelder is here to see you, Ark.”
My brother’s voice is tense and extremely formal as it comes floating up the stairs, preceding him only slightly.
It is the afternoon of the day following our triumph before the council, and we had been relaxing. There had been an air of warmth and comfort about the house, a general sense of contentment that has been absent for quite some time.
It dissipates the moment Kahn says Wrathelder’s name.
I marvel at the nerve of Phenix to dare come to our property and set foot on the soil of my father’s name.
I had been relaxing with my pet on the balcony overlooking the gardens. She has been very soft and very compliant today. I have praised her many times for the shift in her attitude. It would be saying too much to say she had changed completely, but there is no doubt the beginnings of transformation from wild to tame are in place. A precedent has been set. She is aware now of some of the lengths I will go to in order to ensure her obedience, and simply knowing them seems to have calmed her a great deal.