The Alien King’s Pet by Loki Renard
6Dirty Discipline
Katie woke up alone.
She was aching inside and out from the consequences of defying a king. The humiliation of being spanked by Dominax had not yet dissipated, nor had the physical sensations. Her pussy throbbed with the memory of having been taken thoroughly, and her ass was periodically stinging and twitching with the memory of the hard slaps which had rained down on her ass.
She sat up and looked around. The room was large, but there was no sign of Dominax anywhere in it. She felt a small amount of relief at that. She wasn’t sure she had herself together enough to talk to him.
Pushing back the blankets, Katie did a cursory escape check. She assumed the main doors into the bedroom would be locked and guarded, and when she tried them, they were definitely locked. So there was that.
She walked out onto the deck, or whatever it was they called this thing. A roost? A perch? A balcony? Some combination of the three, or maybe none of them. There was no escaping this place anymore — not that she had tried to escape it in the first place. She’d tried to get some food and earned herself a spanking in the process.
“So fucking unfair,” she muttered to herself, crossing her arms over her chest. “So fucking weird.”
This was stranger than anything she had ever imagined she would encounter, but it was happening, so she guessed she was going to have to get with the program. Apparently, she wasn’t going to live her life on Earth as she’d planned. She wasn’t going to graduate from college. She wasn’t going to meet a nice guy and have some babies and buy a house. She was going to be the pet of a winged king on a lava planet.
Where was that winged king?
He’d be back, she guessed, when he was done with king things. Or maybe he was done with her. Maybe she’d pissed him off, and he’d just abandoned her in the bedroom. Though there wasn’t any need for that. If she annoyed him enough it wouldn’t be hard to get rid of her. He could just fly her out into the lava and drop her.
That was a dark thought. So why was she smiling?
Because she was fucked up, that’s why. Same reason she couldn’t just do what he wanted and give way to the will of this alien king who was actually trying to spoil her in his own weird way. He’d gotten her fries because he thought she liked them, and he was right.
But he wasn’t right in any other respect. He was absolutely wrong for having taken her, that was for sure. Dominax didn’t know who he’d taken. Didn’t know who she was. He’d picked her because she was a pretty face, the same way drunk dudes who hit on her during her shift did. Sometimes they’d hit on her and ask her out on dates. And once or twice, she’d agreed. It had never gone well.
She looked out over the lava sea and wondered what she had done to deserve this fate. Katie knew it was a stupid thing to even bother thinking. Life had taught her that nobody deserved anything. Things just happened to them. This was happening to her now.
“Beautiful, isn’t it.”
Dominax appeared behind her, his hand on the back of her neck, underneath her collar. His touch was comforting, and almost sweet. But it was also commanding and controlling.
It wasn’t beautiful. It was a literal hellscape. But it would have been rude to say that, so she didn’t.
She turned and looked up at him. “What is there to do here? Do you have television?”
“No. Our species does not have a constant need to be entertained. We are content with the relentless pursuit of conquest.”
“Conquest of what? The fucking dirt? There’s nothing here but a big palace…”
Dominax lifted a thick royal brow at her. “Is this your way of asking me to show you around?”
“I guess?”
“You’re rude.”
“I’m from New York. It’s kind of our thing.”
“Being thrashed will soon be your thing, human.”
“Jesus, chill. It’s not that big of a deal. I’m just saying, the only thing you got here is this massive palace, and then all that lava out there. Where are all the others?”
“Some might call this sufficient, especially for a pet who came from a place where humans live their entire lives inside six by twelve boxes.”
“Some might,” she shrugged. “Mine was ten by four feet, but I could leave it and go anywhere in the city I wanted. This place is dead. I haven’t even seen anyone in the palace besides a couple of servants. In New York, there would be like, a million people here.”
Dominax gave her one of those serious looks. “You have seen almost nothing of this place, and judged it lacking. You are human through and through.”
“You don't know humans.”
“You don’t know me, pet.”
“And you don’t know me,” she threw back.
“I will get to know you in the course of your captivity, and you will get to know me. You may even come to love me, as I already love you.”
“Oh fuck off, you do not love me!” Her exclamation was almost offended. Did he really think she was so stupid that she’d believe a king like him loved her?
“Love is an act. It is caring for someone. It is looking after them and their best interests. It is also making a commitment to them. I will look after you. I will commit to you. You will find your place here. And if you behave yourself, it will be a pleasurable experience.”
She laughed.
It was becoming very apparent to Dominax that his new pet suffered from an extreme lack of anything approximating a sense of discipline. She was willing and exciting in bed, but outside of it she was what he had heard some people during his brief stay on Earth call a “dumpster fire.”
“There is much to this world beyond the palace, but I have no intention of letting you out among the populace until you are well trained. That means being obedient in action and speech.”
“That means suck my balls and take me back to Earth if you don’t like it.”
The sudden outburst of rudeness took him aback. There it was again, that flash of temper which made no sense to him. One moment they were talking, and the next she was basically begging to be beaten.
“I have caged you. Spanked you. Fucked you, and still you give me this attitude. I think you like pain, human. I think you crave punishment.”
“That’s obviously bullshit. I don’t like being punished.”
“Is it? I met you at 9:15 am.”
“So?”
“Investigation has revealed that your shift would have started at your place of work at 9:00 am, according to your human clock time.”
“So?”
“So, you were late. Perhaps tempting your manager to punish you in some way.”
“Or maybe I slept through my alarm.”
“Maybe. Maybe you were also on the verge of dropping out of your college course. This is a phrase I discovered the use of when investigating your history on Earth.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“You,” he said, tapping her nose with his finger in that irritating way he had of both making her feel small, and making her want to sneeze. “Are a brat. And brats want one thing: to be punished.”
“A, that’s not true, and B, how would you know? You don’t know anything about people. You took me from my planet and now you’re acting like you know me just because you fucked me. Well, let me tell you…”
FWOMP!
In an instant, she was at least a hundred feet in the air and climbing steadily. Dominax had her in his arms, pulling her tight against his body. He arched his back and slid his cock inside her in mid-air, his wings still beating as he thrust her down on his cock with both hands on her ass.
“FUCCKKK!” She screamed, both because she was being stretched wide all over again, her aching cunt struggling to take the fresh and sudden intrusion of royal cock, and because she was now at least a thousand feet above solid ground and raging lava.
“I don’t want to hear anything but your screams,” Dominax growled in her ear.
He was so immensely powerful, and so forcefully perfect a lover he drove all thoughts of rebellion from her head. There was nothing but the rushing air, the pounding cock, the intense pleasure which came with exquisite danger.
All her life, she had been bored. There was nothing but the tedium of the everyday. No chance to escape it or to find anything in the least bit transcendent until she saw him on the street. She’d known then what he was, some small, secret part of her must have recognized him as alien and as danger.
Katie wasn’t bored anymore.
She was sore, she was scared, and she was screaming the most raw of pleasure to an alien sky. He swooped and soared, letting her feel the dizziness of falling and then the relief of flight all while his cock throbbed inside her and her squirming made her fuck herself on his rampant flesh.
This was a punishment, and it was also a return to the fountain of pleasure which she had only ever experienced in the king’s arms. He made her so fucking wet that when he fucked her, she could hear her own wetness even above the rushing of the wind.
“Bad little pet," he grunted, emphasizing every growled word with another disciplinary thrust inside her tight cunt.
“FUCK!” She screamed the word to the universe. It was the only word that mattered. It was the only thing that mattered, having that cock plunder the most sensitive parts of her flesh.
She was afraid of heights. Afraid of falling. Afraid of the king who held her, above all her other fears, his massive hands spreading her cheeks open so his cunt-slicked cock could push not inside her pussy, but against the tight bud of her anus.
“Wrong hole!” she shouted.
“Not the wrong hole,” he corrected, looping through the air with her, turning her upside down and then back up the right way again, his cock making its way inside her ass as she lost track of what she didn’t want more — to be this high above the ground, or to have a viciously hard cock searing inside her ass.
She felt him plunge his fingers inside her, drawing the slick wetness from her slit and smearing it against the tight crevice nature never intended to be used this way.
“I didn’t even do anything wrong!”
“You don’t have to do something wrong for me to want to fuck your ass. You are my pet. I keep you for my pleasure. That is your purpose now, to be available for me in every hole, to be waiting to serve me as I desire.”
He proved that with another one of those flown spirals which left her hanging onto him as his cock pushed inside her ass, surging past the tight sphincter made temporarily loose by fear and gravity.
“Oh my goddddd!”
She made the most guttural animal sounds as he buried himself in her ass, pulling her back and forth along the rigid rod of flesh with intense strokes which made her grind her cunt against him, the naughty bud of her clit finding that hard ridge of muscle at the base of his belly.
Dominax’s raw passion overruled her objections, and her preconceptions about what her ass was capable of. Every time he pulled her ass down on his dick, she let out a toe-curling screech and pushed back against him.
Her pussy was so fucking wet she was slicking his cock and helping him fuck her ass even more smoothly. Her body was betraying her, aiding and abetting the king whose anal ravagement did not abate until his come flowed inside her bowels, leaving her dripping his seed.
She was exhausted from the fear of flight, and the rough handling of the most tender parts of her body. She would be dripping semen from that tight hole for a long time, reminded by the inexorable scent clinging to her that there was no part of her body he would not claim.