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)
“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.