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I was wrong.
Apparently, even the most timid of humans can sometimes act through fear, overcoming their baser impulses and allowing themselves to contravene laws and social conventions alike.
The moment I discovered her missing, I was struck with a very unpleasant sensation of loss. I have mated this human. I should have been aware of the potential that act had to bond us. Well, to bond me. In the act of taking her, I gave something of myself. I wonder if she feels it too, or if she is just so consumed by her need to escape and rebel that there is no fondness in her whatsoever.
“You are not a prisoner,” I tell her. “You are my owned mate. You are a possession.”
She blushes, her skin brightening and turning a pinkish-red, while her eyes gleam with what I might very well consider to be pleasure.
“A possession, huh?” She smirks at me. “Well, you’re going to have to get a lot better at keeping me for your own.”
I grab her and I start to strip her of the clothing she has no doubt stolen. It tears beneath my hands, made of inferior materials and poorly made seams — though in this mood I doubt there is a garment that could withstand my ire.
“You don’t deserve to be clothed,” I growl down at her. “You haven’t earned the privilege of modesty. After all the mercy I have shown you, you not only have the temerity to continue to break the law, but to flaunt it in my face.”
With the soft, generous curve of her ass exposed, I start the punishment. It is not as public as she deserves it to be. Most of the passengers are confined to their cabins — but it is still happening in an exposed location and that will have to do. I want her to know there is nowhere she can go that I will not reach her.
I did not come unprepared. In fact, I have the little leather lash that is perfectly sized to catch both of her cheeks in one stroke. It is textured like the hide of the beast it came from, and when it lands, it leaves a set of pink scale markings across her deserving flesh.
“I warned you,” I lecture her. “I told you I would be merciful as long as you were good and obedient, and you have been neither. You have forced me to mobilize my men city-wide, to distract surveillance from other targets, and focus it all squarely on you. Once again, you have caused disruption in my territory, and once again you will be soundly, sorely punished for doing so.”
The lecturing is satisfying, as is landing the lash across her cheeks and upper thighs as she squirms and dances in front of me, held by the fabric at the scruff of her neck — but this is not an entirely proper position for punishing her.
I sit down on what is a counter height for these creatures, and I swing her over my left thigh, leaving her dangling with her head toward the deck, and putting the curve of her cheeks on ultimate display. Now I can properly punish this deserving ass of hers. Now I can mark it with my very own brand of discipline.
She is wailing and writhing as I begin the necessary task of properly whipping her. I want her to remember this next time she spots an opportunity for so-called escape. I want her to see a chance to run away and instantly know what it is to feel her bare flesh exposed and on fire.
“Don’t you ever run away from me again,” I lecture, aware that on some level I sound like a disappointed father chastising a bad little whelpling. “Don’t you ever make me worry about you in this way. I have claimed you for my own, and I intend to keep you whether you like it or not. So if you want the privilege of being able to sit comfortably, you had better start understanding your place.”
Suli’s cries have been largely incoherent since the strapping started, but if I am not mistaken, I hear a soft, slight moan in response to that last set of declarations. I am not trying to terrify her. I am trying to show her that she has a place with me, and that I, of all the creatures she has ever encountered in her piratical reign, will not allow her to continue what seems to be a lifetime of crime.
“You are going to be a good girl for me, or you are going to be a very sore girl because of me,” I say, laying down the lash for a moment to give her bright red, rather welted ass a short reprieve.
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her hips still making that impulsive grinding motion. I don’t think she can help that response. It is part of her body’s attempts to integrate the discipline and the sensation and her own ever-present arousal.
On some level, she likes this. I can smell her need, and I can see it too, a gleaming stripe of arousal emerging between her lower lips.
I wonder if she does not engage in such outrageous behavior in hopes of provoking just this sort of reaction.
I am aware that my men are watching. Having captured their prey, they are now ranged around us, a good two dozen saurians of all kinds with their gazes locked on the unfortunate human whose punishment is not nearly over.
Sullivan
“I am going to make an example of you,” Thorn growls down at me.
I thought he already had. He didn’t take my pants down. He ripped the seat out of the ass. I still have an entirely useless waistband around my hips while the ragged remains of the legs slide down my thighs, held in place by the crotch and front of the garment. I must look like an absolute mess. I feel like one. My ass is burning, my pride is nonexistent, and there is a growing saturation between my legs that I know he is aware of.
He picks me up from his lap, holding me under my thighs, letting my back rest against his chest as he stands up. I find myself spread and displayed to every single one of his saurian troops.
“Every single one of these soldiers and officers had to take time from their normal duties to come and hunt you down. Every single one of them has no doubt wondered why you have been permitted to have free rein this way, how you ever escaped, especially after all that happened yesterday. Your kind is not permitted to roam our world. And yet you have run free throughout the city and the wilds, causing destruction and chaos wherever you go.”
He lifts me up, and I feel his cock, free of the constraints of his pants, rubbing along the length of my pussy. I knew they could see my privates, of course, but I had hoped that all these grim, dominant saurian gazes hadn’t particularly noticed what they were looking at.
I lose all semblance of that illusion as Thorn lifts me a fraction higher, the massive length of his cock no longer sliding across my wet slit, but instead the head of his rod finding the slippery and all too soft and open entrance of my body. He is going to fuck me again, but this time he is going to do it publicly. He is making a spectacle of me, and there is nothing I can do as I feel the thick dominance of his cock spreading me open, claiming my interior, making my inner walls stretch around his scaled rod.
One of his hands slides around my waist and his hand cups my crotch, giving me something to rub my clit against as he fucks me with long, easy, flexing strokes not designed to give him an orgasm, but to draw out my public humiliation.
“You’re mine, Suli,” he growls in my ear. “Mine to hunt down. Mine to capture. Mine to punish. And mine to fuck wherever and whenever I feel the urge. If you want modesty and privacy for the claiming of your cute little cunt, you had better learn to behave, or you will find yourself in this position time and time again, my cock sliding in and out of you while you face the very saurians you have caused so much trouble for.”
