Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Sharp grabs my wrist hard enough to make me drop it instantly.
“No!” His exclamation is one of anger and fear as he sweeps it back up into the folds of his robe.
“That could have killed us both in an instant if you had pushed the wrong button,” he says, truly furious. “Do you have any concept of danger? Do you have any instinct toward self-preservation?”
“I don’t know!” I squeak.
He’s right, I realize. If that knife had touched either one of us it would have cut our limbs off or skewered into our guts or done something else really dramatic and probably incompatible with life.
Sharp drags me back to the ship, past Boss and Kronos, neither of whom lift a finger or say a word. Nobody is happy with me. Not one of this triad of aliens approves of the way I disregarded their orders and did what I wanted instead.
I am starting to calm down a little, because it’s clear that the hostile crowd isn’t coming after me. Boss gave them what they wanted. Blood. They didn’t really need it to be mine. They just needed someone to suffer and someone to pay. Creatures of all kinds have the same vicious group instincts, it seems.
I wonder if the universe is really just a variation on a theme. Aliens seem to look different, seem to be made different, but intelligence seems to demand food and cruelty in various ways…
“Ow!”
That’s the noise I make as I am thrust face down on Sharp’s bed. That ‘ow’ turns out to be premature. I should have saved it, because there’s a lot more coming my way.
The thrashing Sharp gives me is nothing short of apocalyptic. He uses the end of his belt, which is a thick leathery material and a wide band of it. He pins me on a bed or couch or fuck knows what aliens call this piece of furniture, and proceeds to mercilessly lash me until I cry.
By the time he is finished with me, several long minutes later, my ass is welted, sore, swollen, and so fucking tight it feels as though my skin is like a drum.
Tears are drying on my cheeks as he pulls me up and makes me look him in his nebula green eyes.
“If you ever, and I do mean ever lay so much as an eye on my weapons again, I will repeat this,” he says. “And I will do worse. You belong to us, and you must obey us. You have poor instincts for survival…”
I want to argue that, because he doesn’t know what I have survived. But I know if I do he’ll just take it as me not listening to his criticism of my recent actions, one of which was kind of really stupid.
It’s not really fair.
Maybe it is fair.
I don’t know. All I really know is that I feel sore, and small, and I wish he hadn’t hurt me so badly with his whip. He pulls me up against him and holds me close, his hands running down my back and down to my bare ass. He grips my hot, punished flesh and his fingertips curl around my cheeks to find the slick, wet line of my sex.
“You’re soaked,” he says. “Did you like being punished? Do you love pain so much, pet? Is that why you behaved so recklessly?”
“No,” I whimper. “It’s unrelated. I don’t like being punished.”
But a little part of me did. I am shocked someone stopped me from doing what I wanted to do. Sharp and Boss, and probably Kronos too, they all stepped in to save me. I bet Kronos was running interference. I bet…
Sharp tips my face up toward his.
“You can’t save everyone,” he says. “Sometimes, all you can save is yourself. The sooner you understand that, the better.”
“He’s right,” Kronos says.
I realize he and Boss have been watching this the whole time. They stood by and observed me getting my ass absolutely beat. Now they come to me and one by one they slide their fingers through my wet pussy slit.
“I think it’s time to share this little pet again,” Kronos says. “Teach her what it really means to be owned.”
CHAPTER 3
“Oh, my god!”
I wake up, having remembered what feels like a small lifetime. Not everything. What happened after I woke up is still gone, but my brain seems to be healing, or maybe reintegrating, or maybe the chip that’s doing this is… I don’t know. I’m not technologically or medically able to discern the reason. I just know that when I open my eyes, I find myself in the blanket bed with new memories to hand.
I try to put a timeline together, something simple. Something I can hold onto.
I tried to escape Earth once, got caught and saved by the same aliens who are now mad at me because they think I’m fucking with them.