The Alien’s Collar

After she is taken captive and forced aboard an alien ship, twenty-five-year-old Kelly Kennedy wastes no time in attempting an escape, but her efforts merely bring her to the attention of one of the alien commanders, and the huge, roughly-handsome warrior chases her down, binds and gags her, and puts his collar around her neck.

Though Rake is not used to defiance from the human women he is tasked with capturing for future breeding, the thought of mastering a headstrong female like Kelly appeals to him, and he decides to take her as his pet. He has no doubt that taming her will require a firm hand, however, and her sharp tongue quickly earns her a painful, humiliating spanking on her bare bottom.

In spite of her fury at being treated in such a shameful manner, Rake’s strict correction arouses Kelly deeply, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as she is brought to one quivering climax after another. Over the coming days, she learns what it means to be utterly and completely claimed by a stern, dominant alien warrior. But when the time comes for Kelly to perform in a trial of obedience to prove that she has been properly trained, will she do her owner proud?


“I can’t… it’s too much… please…”

A blonde mewled desperate words, her throat raw with the effort of crying both her desire for and rebellion against the alien who held her prisoner. The only thing she was more afraid of than what he was about to do, was the possibility that he might not do it. She tipped her head back, her face lifted to his, her eyes locked in a pleading gaze as she simultaneously begged for and writhed in fear of what he would bring out of her.

She had been a modern woman. She had owned a smart phone and sipped iced coffee through a straw and sent little snippets of video filtered with panda bear ears through to her friends who replied with glittering abbreviated phrases. She had spent hours lifting her phone up to just the right angle and looking at herself in various digital lights until she found a version of herself that was good enough to share.

Now she was naked under the glow of a thousand stars, the curves of her body displayed in an arch against the masculine frame that made hers seem so soft, so small, so very tender and vulnerable. The alien male who held her was nearly twice her size, his large hands roaming her body, cupping her breasts, finding the plane of her stomach and rounding the curve of her hip to clasp her bottom.

She was stripped of everything. Her clothes, all the trappings of the world from which she had been taken, her very sense of what it meant to be woman. He had taken everything and left her with nothing but the elemental truth of her animal nature.

His cock pushed between her legs, the shaft finding the wet line of the seam of her swollen lower lips. His rod was so thick and so hard that it practically acted as a fulcrum on which she perched, her pussy gliding against him in an instinctual rut. There could be no denying what her body wanted. Her abundant juices made him slick as she moved over that hot ridge, her clit grazing against the head of him over and over again as he took hold of her hips and began to guide her motion, stoking the need that threatened to make her mad with desire.

Her curves were fuller now than they had been back where there was such a thing as a dress size. She felt no shame for that. He ran his hand over the curve of her belly and let out an animal growl. “You’ll soon be growing here, pet.”

Before him her sex life had been one long parade of pills and little foil packets, obsession over ensuring latex barriers remained unbroken. There was no protection now. Her pussy was bare and there was nothing stopping the hyper virile alien man who owned her from filling her a hundred times over.

“Ask me nicely, pet.”

The command shattered the last illusion of her resistance. He would make her complicit in her own erotic undoing. She would have to ask for her ravishment, or be teased until she could no longer stand the ache.
The necessary word left her lips in a whisper.


The alien’s arms flexed as he lifted her up and impaled her on his cock, his thick rod plunging deep inside her clenching sex, the head of his member pulsing against the neck of her womb. Her cries began as whimpers but rose to shrieks of ecstasy as she was taken, trained, and bred.

The Alien’s Patient

Twenty-four-year-old Faith Rockford has been fending for herself for as long as she can remember, but when she steals an extremely valuable piece of technology and attempts to sell it on the black market things go terribly wrong and she ends up barely escaping with her life.

Though it is against the laws of his world to interfere in the affairs of less developed planets, Serkan cannot bring himself to sit idly by while one of the humans he has been studying is in desperate need of help, so he rescues Faith and heals her injuries. But he is certain that the beautiful, feisty young woman will require extensive correction and training to teach her right from wrong, and he starts by baring her bottom and spanking her soundly for her recent theft.

The stern chastisement arouses Faith deeply, and after he brings her to a blushing climax over his knee she is left begging for Serkan to claim her hard and thoroughly. When he takes her in his arms, the handsome alien doctor’s masterful lovemaking proves more pleasurable than she could have ever imagined, and their lust for one another quickly blossoms into a passionate romance.

Once they reach his planet, however, the ruling council decrees that if Serkan wants to keep his human then she must undergo a series of intimate behavior modification treatments, and Faith soon finds herself naked and helplessly restrained as she is both pleasured and punished. But even when her ordeal is over, will this foreign world ever feel like home to her?


Faith’s world span as the great man shaped creature sat next to her on the bed and pulled her across his lap.

“What are you doing!?” She did her best to squirm around off his lap, but she barely managed to turn around enough to look at him. She just managed to catch a glimpse of his serious, silvery gaze.

“I am going to spank you for stealing,” he said simply. “According to my information, that is how young female humans are most efficiently punished, by striking the buttocks.”

“I’m not that young!”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty four!”

“At twenty four, your frontal cortex is not yet fully developed. You are more than young enough for this punishment,” he said. “Besides, even if you were several decades older, this would still be the most appropriate punishment for thieving. That is a juvenile act, suggesting a lack of comprehension of the ownership of property.”

“B… but what do you care? It wasn’t yours!”

“Your stealing nearly got you killed, which made me pick you up, which will have further consequences,” Serkan said. “Everything has an effect on everything else. You must be disciplined for what you did, or that effect will ripple further. You will think that stealing leads to being saved from consequences. Now you are aboard my ship, you will have the opportunity to take things of much more significance. I will break you of this habit, my little human, because I must.”

His hand met her bottom in a hard slap which made her jolt against his thighs. That single slap seared through her denim jeans and made both cheeks ache with the force of it. He was strong, maybe too strong. If he swatted her much harder, she was going to be in real trouble.

“Hey! Cut it out!” Faith let out a plaintive cry.

Serkan ignored her complaints and went on to spank her hard, his palm bouncing off the seat of her pants over and over as if she were some little brat to be disciplined for taking a cookie from the cookie jar.

It was embarrassing, and it was painful and Faith didn’t like it one little bit. Worse still, he didn’t seem satisfied by slapping her bottom just a few times, he was belaboring her with swat after swat, on and on, making her increasingly uncomfortable by the second.

“That hurts!”

“I believe it is supposed to,” the alien said. “A simple punishment for a simple creature.”

“Fuck you, let me go!” Faith began to fight properly, but she discovered that the creature was impossibly strong. It wasn’t just that he was larger. Every part of him seemed to contain more power. Even the relatively light grip he had on her was more than enough to keep her under control.

What her wriggling did do was make her jeans slip down her thighs, a fact the creature capitalized on by dragging them down over her hips to bare her backside entirely. In seconds, the pale curves of her body were exposed to the ravages of his palm, and he slapped her just as hard on her bare skin as he had over her thick denim jeans.

“Seriously! That hurts like hell! You’re going to kill me!”


This human had a distinct flair for the dramatic, Serkan noted. He had no doubt that she was feeling the effects of the punishment, but she was not in any kind of serious distress. Her respiration and heart rate were well within normal ranges.

“I doubt that very much,” he replied. “Your skin is a pink hue, but not bruised, and this is the most padded portion of your body. You cannot lie to me, human. I know your anatomy better than you do.”

“There’s no way that’s true!”

He slapped her again, catching her low across the cheeks, and then pulled her pants down more to expose the length of her thighs. His next slap landed high on her right thigh and caused a bout of swearing.

“How did I know that would be even less pleasant, if I did not understand your anatomy?”

“It doesn’t take being an expert on my anatomy to know that hitting hurts!”

“True,” he admitted, sliding his hand from her bottom, to her thigh. “Perhaps a greater demonstration is in order. The female orgasm can be elusive if attempted by an inexperienced male. It can also form part of human discipline, under some artful circumstances.”

He pulled her jeans down further, but they were still keeping her thighs pressed close together. She was now bared to her knees, the soft pouch of her sex exposed thanks to the bent over position he had her in. It was a very pretty sight, lightly scented petals already beginning to respond to the stimulation he had provided to her deserving rear.

Serkan adored the human female sex. It was so elegant in its design, modeled after an almost universal form of beauty. It was as alluring to any masculine creature as a flower to any pollinating creature. Serkan felt his manhood stirring as he looked at Faith’s most intimate regions, noticing that there was a significant rush of blood to the region simply as a result of being bared. He could see the sensitive tissues engorging beneath his gaze, the moistening of her slit resulting in a gleam which was spreading with every squirming roll of her hips. The finer details of the scene would have been lost to a human man, but Serkan’s species had incredibly good eyesight and perception. Every breath she took told a story to him, and the short little pants which began to emanate from her as he he ran his hand up her thigh, stopping several inches from the mound of pleasure told him everything he needed to know.

He began to let his fingertips drift lightly over the soft skin of her thighs, teasing her gently. Her bottom was hot and flushed, his fingers printed over the outer edges of her bottom in fashion he found very satisfying. She looked marked. She looked owned. He liked that. This human needed to be owned. She was clearly incapable of making good or moral choices of her own accord. She needed someone to show her what was right, and to provide stern consequence when she did what was wrong.

He thought all these things as he stroked his palm up over her bottom and thighs, her thighs parting naturally as he soothed a little of the sting away from her punished flesh. Her hips began to lift as he let his fingers drift between her legs and run up the inside of her thigh. It was one of the most sensitive areas of her body and he felt her quiver as he let his digits approach the welcoming petals of her sex.

“Please…” she moaned the word softly. He knew precisely what she was asking for. The air was thick with her pheromones, chemicals of desire which she was shedding like a flower in bloom. He should have been immune to their effects, but he was not.

This was supposed to be punishment, but there was nothing punishing about the way his fingers found the core of her and began to circle gently around the entrance to her body, the gate from which her desire flowed down toward the tight little bud of her clitoris.

She moaned, her body moving in a sensual fashion which was not entirely conscious. She was getting wetter by the moment, her slick juices covering his fingers with a slippery fluid ripe with her need. Serkan had known all the parts of a human woman for quite some time, but he had never appreciated just how beautiful they were until he saw them flowering with arousal now. Her body was preparing to be mated. He had initiated a biological cycle which would have its end one way or another. Serkan allowed his fingers to slip a little way inside her, their girth sufficient to stretch the entrance of her body. Faith let out a moan which could have been protest, but the thrust of her hips belied the noise as she pushed herself onto him, sheathing his fingers inside her tight, wet depths.

The Alien’s Pet

When an injured stranger breaks into her small-town veterinary clinic late at night and demands that she assist in treating his wounds, Serena Spiers knows right away that something is amiss. Though he is undoubtedly handsome, the intruder’s oddly colored eyes and extraordinary height leave no doubt in her mind that he is not of this world.

Seeking to escape her predicament, she treats his wounds and then does her best to discretely sedate him, but a tranquilizer shot proves far less effective than she had hoped. Her captor is none too pleased by her attempt at subterfuge, and before she knows it Serena is blushing crimson as she is held firmly across his muscular thighs, completely naked, while her bare bottom is soundly spanked.

Serena’s ordeal is just beginning, however. It turns out that her alien visitor is a high-ranking commander among his people, and when he realizes that the discovery of her encounter with him could put Serena in grave danger, he takes it upon himself to ensure her safety by bringing her along as he leaves Earth behind. But his people have very specific rules about transporting primitive species aboard their ships, and she will not be treated as his guest or even as his prisoner, but as his pet.

She will be expected to submit to him completely, and any defiance will earn her a painful, humiliating punishment. Yet despite her fury at the indignity of it all, Serena cannot help reacting with shameful, helpless arousal as she is stripped bare, thoroughly examined, and then claimed in any way her new master pleases, sometimes in full view of the ship’s crew. Can she learn to yield to the pleasure that results from his conquest of her body, or will she spend the entire voyage with her bottom sore both inside and out?


Humans always seemed so frail to Zed. This one was no exception. Her curved, lithe body was very pleasing to look upon, but he could feel her fragility too. She writhed and gasped under his palm, the lightest of slaps causing her skin to blush brightly as her vaginal walls gripped his fingers tightly.

Serena was very, very pleasing. Her red brown hair gleamed under the light in a way which was very appealing. The range of human hair colors had always been of interest to him, the way a single head could contain many varied hues. As she threw herself this way and that her long hair reflected light in a range of delicate and appealing earth tones. He was almost entranced enough to suspend her punishment. After all, she had not known any better. She was a simple earth girl doing what came naturally to most of them – behaving in a headstrong, reckless fashion.

No. He could not be merciful. Not yet. She needed a lesson. If he could do nothing else for her, he could teach her not to cross strange men twice her size – to respect her physiological betters. It was foolish, to attempt to restrain a creature such as him. If she had tried that on any others of his species she could very well have found herself atomized.

With that thought in mind, he pulled his fingers from her vagina and spanked her bottom with swift slaps, bringing a fresh blush of pink to her buttocks. Serena whimpered with feminine complaint, but she was still very much aroused. Her soft scent was most alluring, the slow flow of her fluids a sure signal that she needed more than a spanking. She needed to orgasm, to submit entirely to his discipline until every nerve in her body quivered and she was left with nothing but the certainty that she was his.

Zed was not normally given to such ardent acts of conquest, but something about this red headed human demanded it. His cock was already hardening in response to her hot squirming curves and sweet scent. All that stopped him from throwing her down on her bed and taking her tight feminine channel was the knowledge that to do so would be to break protocol – and he had already broken enough protocols for one night.

“You will orgasm while I punish your bottom,” he informed her. “Your climax will be your apology.”

He swatted her bottom again, then thrust his fingers back inside her. She was wetter still, if such a thing were possible. If he were reading her eager body language correctly, she seemed more than willing to orgasm for him, in fact, her hips were moving back, impaling her cunt on his fingers.

Most females of his species would have blushed and begged for anything besides forced orgasm, but human women were different – this one especially so. Serena seemed to be a particularly headstrong and wanton woman, if he had not known better he would have thought that she was just as keen to climax as he was for her to.

What kind of punishment was it if she wanted to reach the point of release? Zed held his fingers still and noted that Serena kept moving, her hot red bottom squirming back and forth as she ground her wet pussy over the hard intrusion.

She was in heat. She needed to be mated.

To hell with it. As one of the first commanders, he’d written half the protocols in the first place. They could be unwritten.

Zed swept Serena off his lap and tossed her onto her bed, pinning her on her back. She did not have time to react other than to gasp as he pulled her slim legs up, spread her thighs wide, and tossed her ankles over his shoulders, then lined the thick length of his cock up against the pouting, wet lips which guarded her vaginal canal.

Serena’s eyes opened wide as he pressed in, giving her the first taste of his cock. He knew he was thicker and longer than most human males, but all the sexual stimulation and her copious lubrication eased the passage of the flared head of his member into her body.

“Zed! No! Zed…. Yes….” She moaned helpless little refusals followed by agreement. Her body was covered in a blush of excitement, her nipples hard like two little pink pebbles as he pressed further forward, slowly sinking almost all of his ten inches inside her.

Her gasping breaths grew shorter and her squeals more plaintive the deeper he went. It was certain she had never been penetrated like this before, he could feel her quivering cunt clenching at him, drawing him deeper with greedy muscle contractions


The Alien’s Leash

Lord Kyren Cirrus has spent years collecting unique and interesting creatures from across the galaxy, but the moment twenty-year-old Tara Dyrek is delivered to him he knows she will not be just another specimen to study. This beautiful, feisty little human will be much more than that. She will be his pet.

Tara is none too pleased to have been captured, caged like an animal, and taken to a far-off world, but her protests are ignored and soon enough she is blushing crimson as she is thoroughly and intimately examined, then brought to a shameful climax by Kyren’s skillful ministrations.

Her new master makes it clear that he will expect obedience from his pet, and when she attempts an escape he quickly proves more than willing to bare her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking. The strict punishment leaves Tara burning with need, and Kyren wastes no time in claiming her and mastering her body completely.

It isn’t long before Tara begins to enjoy her new life, but when she catches the eye of a powerful government official and he tries to take her for himself, will Kyren do whatever is necessary to keep his beloved pet?


“Gitoff me!” Tara cursed and squirmed as she was grabbed by impossibly large hands.

She’d been stuffed in a cramped container for what felt like forever, pushed into the confined quarters by two men who had materialized behind her while she had been foraging for food in the woods outside her village. Tara was used to all sorts of dangers out in the forest, but big men in armored suits weren’t among them. They hauled her out of the crate and held her between them as she tossed her head, her bright red hair flailing along with the rest of her as she glared with spitting green eyes at her captors.

“Who are you? What do you want?” The questions tumbled out of Tara’s mouth until the signals from her eyes managed to bang their way into her brain and she noticed that she wasn’t anywhere even vaguely familiar. The room she found herself in was pure white, the walls and floor and ceiling a seamless plane of material she did not recognize. It was lit without any obvious source of light. No candles. No lamps. Just a light coming from nowhere and everywhere all at once.

“Where am I?”

She continued to glare at her captors, two blond men whose muscles were rippling with the effort it took to keep her in their arms. She was much smaller than they were, but her struggles for escape were making it difficult to keep her under control.

They took her from the white room, carrying her past a window along the way. The view revealed a vast black nothingness, and below that, a bauble of blue and gray and green. Somehow—she did not know how—they were floating high above a planet. A planet that was not Earth. She knew what her planet looked like thanks to the old books stored in the library. The planet below was deeply alien. Even without knowing what Earth looked like, she would have known she was no longer near the planet she had been born on. There was a hollow feeling in her stomach, a feeling of pure distance that was echoed in what she saw outside the window.

“Who are you? Where is this?”

They still didn’t answer her. They didn’t even seem to notice that she was talking, which was odd. Everything had been odd since they’d pulled her from the forest. They’d given her something before they’d put her in the box. Something that made her feel all dreamy. They had poked and prodded her with all sorts of things, making her alternately uncomfortable and sleepy, and now that she was roused… angry.

They carried her into a smaller room and locked her inside it. It had another window, one she glued herself to, her hands on either side of it as it began to move. They were descending toward the planet below. It was a stunning sight, but a frightening one too. How could any of this be possible? The world she had grown up in was one of crumbled long lost technologies. There were records, here and there, of long lost wonders, but Tara had never thought she would see one. She definitely didn’t think she would be captured inside one.

Her attention was pulled from the window as the door behind her opened and her captors appeared once more. They were dressed strangely, in dark suits that were skin tight and made of some kind of material unlike any she’d seen woven by the seamstresses in her village. It was light and strong and she knew it could deflect a sharp blade because she’d tried to stab one of them with her gathering knife when they had taken her and it had slid off as if it were made of dull wood, not the sharpest steel the smith had in his forge.

“This one’s a fighter,” one man grunted to the other as he tossed Tara over his shoulder. “Fresh off-planet. He will be pleased.”

“I hope so,” his companion said. “If we fail him again that will be the end of us.”

“Who is he?” Tara snapped the question again. Again, they ignored her, and she wondered if maybe they couldn’t understand her. That was strange, as she could understand them perfectly well.
“Put the hood on her,” the other man said as Tara lashed out with an open mouth. “It’ll stop her biting and might settle her down.”

“Sure,” the other snorted. “I don’t know how you settle one like this, but I don’t think a hood is going to do it when half our stock of sedatives didn’t.”

They were talking about her like she was a horse that needed to be blinkered. She tossed her head around as they tried to put the hood on, but they got their way as they had before and soon the world went dark.

As one of them had predicted, the hood didn’t stop her fighting in the slightest, but it did stop her from seeing the world around her. She was carried through some space into another space and then she was placed on a soft surface, which did settle her slightly as it was the first comfortable thing she’d encountered since being taken. And then she waited. She didn’t know what she was waiting for, but nothing happened for a very long time. Every time she tried to stand up, she was pushed back down into a seated position. They still didn’t talk to her.

“He’s coming,” one man finally said to the other in the darkness.

“Shhh,” the other replied.

They fell silent as a door opened, then erupted into panicked sounding greetings.

“Lord Kyren!”


Tara heard a deep rumbling voice that was much more powerful than those of the captors, as if it belonged to a creature greater than either of them.

There was a pause and even with a bag over her head, Tara could feel the tension in the room rise. The masculine growl came again, deep with displeasure. “I paid for a six-month expedition and you bring me one specimen?”

The excuses began immediately, tumbling out of the big men’s mouths. “It’s a difficult planet to get anything from. And this one was a difficult catch. She fought us. Almost escaped. We couldn’t let her warn the others. We had to hunt her.”

“And?” The question was delivered in a low, unimpressed growl.

“I… it took time, my lord.”

The captors’ voices were becoming shakier and more concerned with every passing moment. It also sounded to Tara as though they were coming from closer to the floor, as if the men were cowering before their displeased lord.

There was a disappointed sigh. “Well, let me see what you’ve got. Bipedal, I see. I don’t have much capacity for bipeds—as you well know.”

The hood was pulled off swiftly and Tara found herself looking into the face of the most magnetically attractive man she’d ever beheld. He had eyes of bright nebula blue, slightly narrow in aspect as if he were perpetually examining everything around him. His face was long, and his jaw was quite square. Dark hair descended across his forehead and fell about his ears.
He was human, she was almost sure of it. Or maybe not. There was something super-human about him, both in terms of scale and energy. His skin was a healthy tan, as though he had been basking in the light of multiple suns. The hue of his skin made his eyes seem all the brighter and more piercing, ringed with dark lashes and punctuated by dark pupils, which expanded as he inspected her. He was much larger than she was, much larger than the men who had captured her. He must have been at least eight feet tall, and broad as well. Tara felt a quiver of fear deep in her belly as she looked at him and her skin tingled all over, goosebumps rising down her neck and arms. He was the strangest thing she had ever seen, attractive and yet also somehow fearsome.
His gaze had been angry when it first fell on her, but the longer he looked, the more the little lines around his eyes creased into marks of a smile.

“I send you across six galaxies and you return with one female.” His voice didn’t sound angry anymore. “Fortunately for you,” he said as a smile spread over his lips, “you’ve managed an exquisite and rare specimen. She is an original human, I take it. From Earth?”

“Yes, sir,” one of the groveling men said.

Kyren’s eyes lit up at the confirmation. “Have you treated her for radiation poisoning?”

“Yes, sir,” the man said. “Three injections, all delivered in the buttocks. She has been well throughout the journey. Our monitoring indicates that she is as healthy as can be expected.”

“Mhm.” Kyren put his hands on Tara, clamping her by the hips and lifting her as if she weighed nothing at all. He turned her over onto her stomach and Tara let out a little squeak as she was upended, her backside examined by the large man with the regal bearing. Her thighs were pressed apart, her sex parted by his fingers that were clearly practiced.

“And a virgin,” he said. “Very interesting. Have you given her the language implant?”

“Yes, sir,” the handler said. “The implant is set to input only. She understands us, but she cannot speak our language.”

“Is there a reason for that?” Kyren held her in place, his fingers still on her downy lower lips as he questioned his men.

“We set the implant to two-way communication, but she only had unpleasant things to say,” the handler replied. “We thought it best to deactivate the speech functions before presenting her.”
“Ah, so this one is a handful,” Kyren said, his tone somewhat affectionate. He seemed pleased by the revelation. “I do enjoy a spirited pet.”

“She will not accept her fate easily, sir,” the handler said. “That I can promise.”

“You will be paid your full fee,” Kyren said abruptly. “Leave us now. I want to be alone with my new pet.”

The men scuttled out of the room looking glad and relieved. Tara was left with her bottom in the air, the simple shift dress she had sewn herself floating about her armpits. It was perfectly suited for easy movement through the ravaged forests. It was not at all suited for providing any kind of modesty from hulking great alien men.

The man who now seemed to think he owned her ran his fingers over her bottom to the soft skin where her left cheek met her thigh and pressed against something there. She felt a soft click, as if he had manipulated something under her skin.

“There,” he said. “Now you can tell me your name.”

Tara didn’t say a word; instead she tried to squirm out of his grasp. It didn’t work. He gripped her easily, one large hand around her hip, the other around her thigh.

“Easy, pet,” he drawled. “There’s nowhere to run.”

His words turned out to be true. He held her in place and began to speak as he continued his examination of her sex, his fingers stroking her outer labia with a gentle touch.

“You are a fine specimen,” he murmured. “Unlike many creatures from your planet, or women on this one, you are fertile twelve times a lunar year and able to become aroused at any time. In fact, unlike the women of this planet, whose cycles are linked to a slower sun and who only become interested in intercourse once in a very rare while, you are hyper-sexed. Before the tragedies which befell Earth, it is almost certain you would have been mated well over a hundred times by now, likely by several partners.”

He spoke in scientific terms, but there was nothing scientific about his touch. It was animal and it made her feel more animal too.

“You must be so frustrated,” he murmured. “To be in the bloom of your womanhood and to have never been touched this way before. It’s not fair, is it.”

“I have touched… myself.” She used her words for the first time to make the admission.

He chuckled softly. “I imagine you have. I imagine you have rutted against everything you could, pushed toys inside yourself perhaps, but nothing as wide or as satisfying as the hard male flesh you need to spear between these lips.”

Tara let out a little moan, her legs spreading for his touch.

“You need to be played with, don’t you, pet?” His large hand stayed between her thighs, two thick fingers brushing lightly over her lower lips, coaxing the liquid of desire out from within her. It was a gentle and skillful stimulation that did not overwhelm, but rather enticed her toward further arousal. His words were like a song, delivered in a soft growl that put her into an erotic haze as his fingers found the little button at the apex of her lips and began to roll softly around it. She was wet, and he was using her juices to pleasure her.

“Some pets can be left for a long time without much in the way of attention. But not you. You need to be mated often. You need to reach climax daily to truly blossom. And you need to be filled here…” His index and ring finger parted her lower lips and the pad of his middle finger found the wet entrance to her body.

Tara let out a soft little moan. He was discussing her needs in what sounded like a dispassionate way, but there was an intensity to his voice, something in the way he held her that made her respond to him with increasing excitement. This was a man who knew precisely what she needed, right down to the smallest detail. He proved such by circling his middle finger just at the entrance of her body, then sliding it away, leaving her wanting more.

“Tell me your name, pet,” he urged as his fingers stroked higher, avoiding her pussy. “I need to get to know you before we go any further. I never take a woman before knowing her name.”
Woman, or pet? What was she? Both, perhaps? There was no choice but to talk to him. She wanted to. Had to.

“My name is Tara Dyrek,” Tara said, continuing to squirm as much as she could, though now her motion was no longer intended to get away, but to try to move his fingers back toward her pussy. “Who are you?”

“I am Kyren Cirrus,” her pleasurer said. “I am a lord of this planet and many things besides. Most relevant to you… I am a collector and curator of alien life. You are my latest acquisition.”

Tara squirmed around enough to look at him. There were a few lords on earth as well, men she’d never met, but had heard terrible things about. Most men did not survive on Earth, thanks to a virus that twisted them at conception. The ones who were strong enough to withstand the sickness and the radiated wilds were not usually good or kind.

“You can’t collect people,” she said. “That’s not right.”

He smiled at her, those stellar eyes gleaming.

“I do as I please, Tara,” he said. “And I take what I please. You please me.”