Page 39 of Her Alien Boss

“Hold still,” he insists. “No moving in your bonds. I want you to take what you deserve.”

He spanks my pussy first, before he fucks it. It’s a few stinging slaps that make my hips jolt, but after they land there is a twisted heat in their wake and I want more.

“Stay still,” he reminds me, spanking my clit.

“I can’t stay still when you’re doing that!”

“Of course you can. It’s called self-control. Now behave yourself.”

He spanks me again, right over my clit. My hips jerk and pulse and he of course punishes me again because that is the game he is playing.

“Not fair,” I whine.

“I know,” he grins. “You think you’re the only one who can present a problem, little human? You think you’re the only entity in this universe who is capable of being feral?” He spanks my pussy again, rubs it lightly, then spanks again.

I am used to being stimulated in this undignified position. I am used to being on display to him. I had started to feel like these things were almost pedestrian and reasonable, but now…

“Oh, goddddd,” I moan as his cock slides inside me.

“You can do today’s sessions with a pussy full of my seed,” he growls. “I’ll have to run another recalibration test, but that’s a small price to pay. Your poor, alien fucked pussy will have to tolerate a full round of sensory testing while you lie in these bonds, ravaged and dripping my seed.”

Strapped down with my legs spread, I have no choice but to take his cock. He’s using the second one this time, sparing me the intense stretching of the larger one, but he’s making up for that by fucking me hard and fast, and the moment he slid into me I knew that the cock that seemed smaller in comparison to the massive one is still huge by all human measures.

“This is your reminder to be a good girl for me,” he lectures between his thrusts. “And if you start getting any ideas about taking what is not yours, you can think about what I will do to you. It will be this treatment, but back in your tight little ass, understand me?”

“Yes,” I wail, but not until after he’s smacked my ass to force me to respond. I get too caught up in being fucked to talk. It’s hard to think, let alone agree not to be a thief.

He slips on a couple of the sucker probes, and they get to immediate work between my legs, making my clit vibrate so intensely an orgasm immediately bursts through me. I am so fucking sensitive, so filled, and so dominated.

By the time Arkon comes inside me, I am a limp creature taking her fucking the only way she can, softly and submissively. I barely recognize myself, but between the pounding of his cock and the repeated stimulation of the suckers that work my clit tirelessly, he has broken me before the day has even started.

He releases his seed in me with deep, competent breeding thrusts, holding himself inside me as his alien semen fills my aching pussy.

“I love the way it drips out of you,” he says. “How pink and puffy and tender your pussy looks after I’ve fucked it nice and hard…”

He walks away then, and returns with something for my head. A blindfold, of sorts. I couldn’t see much to begin with but now I can see nothing. Then he does something and lights flood my brain.

“This is a…”

“VR headset!” I say as the screen starts to swim with images. I find myself looking out at a view of deep space. It is incredibly beautiful and it looks entirely real. It reminds me of the very first day we met, when he got me to look at outer space while he played with my pussy. I thought he was just being filthy and kinky at the time, but maybe he was training me even then.

“You’re going to be able to navigate using your body,” he says. “There will be sensors running across your entire frame today. What I want you to do is adapt to flying.”

“Humans can’t fly,” I say.

“Humans have strong ancestral memories of flying for reasons nobody quite understands,” he says. “You will be able to fly once you get a sense of it.”

“That is the least specific instruction anyone has ever given, and it is no help,” I say. I am starting to feel like I am faintly rotating through open space, though it is hard to tell.

“Let me see the instructions,” he says, faint beeping sounds emanating as he looks up the manual. “It says here, you simply take flight by flowing into space.”

“Flowing into space? What does that mean?”

“It means you flow into space. I really don’t know how to be more clear,” he replies.

“Do you want to show me how to flow into space?”

“That’s really your job,” he says. “Now be a good girl for me and flow into space.”