Page 34 of Meat

Jale sighed deeply, regretfully. Krogg was the boss here, older, stronger, and wiser than he was. And besides that, Krogg was the one who had freed him from his bondage on the ksh plantation. Jale had to do what his leader said.

He sat down and dragged the woman across his lap as he had seen Ravnar do. She shouted and flailed in protest.

“Hold her steady,” Ravnar instructed. “She’ll hurt herself if you let her flail about like that.”

Funny, that. Wasn’t hurting the woman exactly what Jale was about to do? But that was a different kind of hurt. Not to injure. Not to maim. Just a temporary sting to teach the woman her place.

Jale caught one of Alyx’s arms, pinned it behind her back. Then the other. Even with her new flesh, her wrists were narrow and delicate. Jale easily held both of them with one hand, pinning the angry, defiant woman on his lap.

With his other hand, he started to spank, softly at first.

“Shit,” Ravnar snorted. “You have to do it harder than that.”

Jale spanked her again. The soft flesh of the woman’s ass yielded under his hand with a resounding smack. The woman barked and shouted words in her alien language.

“Again, boy, again.”

Jale spanked her again, smacking her plump, rosy butt with a sharp, steady cadence. Her body jolted against his lap with each strike, skin shifting on skin, speeding Jale’s blood. Even her squeals and yelps of protest turned him on.

Something about this felt so right, dominating the little creature this way.

And those liquid sounds spilling from her lips, like the sound of water spilling over smooth stones…it almost sounded like she was begging for it. Pleading for more, for harder.

Jale obliged.

The skin of his palm tingled with heat and pain. The woman’s supple ass was stinging him back, just as he was stinging her.

“Turn her over,” Krogg grunted.

He and Ravnar were both towering over Jale and the woman, arms crossed, loincloths lifted with their arousal at the display.

“Turn her over,” Krogg repeated.

Jale did as told. He flipped the woman onto her back, cradling her in his lap like a little pet. Her face was as flushed as her bottom, not from striking but from some natural reflex of her body. A shame response? Excitement? Pleasure? Jale wasn’t sure. He wished so badly that he could communicate with this woman. There was so much to share. So much to learn.

At least the look in her eyes communicated plenty. She glared at him with a bruised, betrayed expression. “You too?“ that looked seemed to say.

It was a double-edged look. On the one hand, it panged Jale to see his little woman-pet scowling at him that way. On the other hand, her stubborn defiance turned him on. It seemed almost to invite more punishment.

Perhaps Krogg and Ravnar were right about the woman.

Perhaps she really did need this.

“Now,” Ravnar growled. “Spank her front side.”

“What?”

“Spank her between her legs. Spank her tight little cunt.”

Jale had never heard that word before. There was no such vocabulary in the language of the nith that he and his companions spoke. Nith anatomy was different from ukkur, and neither one had anything resembling that arousing slit that the woman bore between her thighs. That word that Ravnar just used had been made up on the spot. Yet something about that single, harsh syllable seemed to fit.

Jale rubbed that soft, wet orifice with his fingers, and the woman whined deliciously. Her scowl softened. Her blush deepened.

“Spank her there,” Ravnar commanded.

Jale tapped her, felt the strange little bud near the top of her slit stiffen. The woman yipped.

“Harder than that. So she can feel it.”