The Alien King’s Pet by Loki Renard

7The Burger Bribe

Dominax landed, his wings wrapped around her nearly insensate body.

“That’s the key to handling you, isn’t it, human,” he murmured. “I need to wear you out. I need to fuck you into happy obedience.”

She mumbled something that was probably rude, but they were both so sated he didn’t mind. Katie was the most interesting, challenging pet he had owned in a very long time.

Pets were usually a brief sexual distraction, something like a concubine. Dominax had never taken a true mate. He preferred for his sexual partners to be temporary. He had never understood the urge to keep a female around for an entire lifetime. But she made everything different. She had, from the very first moment he saw her.

He did not want to entertain such thoughts. They were not only foreign, but futile. The king of Homeworld could not have a long-term lover. He had to focus his full attention on ruling his subjects, many of whom were clamoring for various kingly services.

He laid Katie down on the bed, covered her gently with a blanket, and whispered that he would be back soon.

Due to limitations associated with difficulties seeing through walls he did not notice the way her eyes flung open the moment he closed the door behind him.

“Fucking asshole,” she swore ironically at Dominax in his absence. The sex had left her aching in the aftermath of rough orgasm, but it was his words which still echoed in her head. Her purpose, as far as the king was concerned, was to be his fuck-toy.

That was not the future she had in mind for herself. Hot sex was one thing, but being limited to being nothing more than a servant for fucking was something else. There was no hope of true romance with Dominax. There was just having every orifice on her body reamed for his amusement.

Her stomach growled, providing inspiration.

The magic burger hole. No amount of incredible, punishing, sky sex could distract her from that.

She was up and at that thing the second Dominax was gone, reaching through into an abyss of alien science to pull out… a cheeseburger with extra pickles.

“My god," she murmured to herself. “This is it. This is how I escape.”

Obviously crawling into the magic burger slot was not an option. She would be macerated by time and space and end up on Earth as some gooey meat paste, probably. But as anybody who has ever worked in retail knows, burgers are power.

She also needed a bath. Dominax’s seed clung to her inner thighs, spilling from her every time she moved. He must have pumped endless amounts into her in the attempt to impregnate her with his winged spawn.

Katie had not planned on being a mother for a while yet. She’d wanted to finish college, get a job she didn’t really like as much as she liked the idea of it, marry someone who she pretended didn’t remind her of her father, then not return to it when she had her first kid, as was tradition.

This was wrong. Dominax hadn’t offered to marry her, and he didn’t remind her even a little of her father. Her father was a bland little man with an intense interest in scotch and dog racing, who had barely noticed he had a daughter, and didn’t seem to notice at all when she’d left home at twelve years of age to stay with some friends whose parents were never home anyway, but paid to keep the power on.

She hadn’t thought about her father in years. Weird how being confronted with the possibility of motherhood made her think about family. Her mother would probably be the only one who believed what was actually happening to her, but she wouldn’t be of any help.

Katie ate the burger and had a bath. The king’s chamber was at least somewhat well-appointed for survival. There was water, and a commode, and of course, that magical burger drawer. If she couldn’t escape with burgers at her disposal, she wasn’t worth a damn thing.

Then she crept to the big doors, the ones which were guarded, and opened one a little.

“You’re not allowed to leave,” someone big and bearded growled at her.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Was just wondering if you were hungry. I have this burger, and I don’t think I can finish it.”

The guard turned his head toward her and looked at the offering sitting on her palm. It was a perfect burger, bun lightly toasted, lettuce crispy, tomato fresh enough not to be smushy against the heat of the perfectly seared and seasoned ground beef patty. Nobody could resist a burger that good, not even a royal guard.

“Not supposed to eat on duty.”

“I won’t tell,” she said, extending her hand. “Go on. It’s so good. I don’t want to waste it.”

The guard grunted something that might have been thanks and took the burger. He was suspicious at first, but one bite later, he was hooked. She saw it in his eyes, they flared with something like fire and he devoured the rest of the burger in a matter of seconds.

She had never seen anybody enjoy a burger so much. Not even when college kids came in drunk as hell, having only eaten ramen all week. The guard was eating the burger like it was the only food he’d ever tasted in his life. Given most of the Homelanders seemed to eat bits of rock, maybe it was.

Katie took the opportunity to size the guard up. He had greying in his beard and kind eyes. Dominax’s eyes were pure black, but this guy’s were more of a soothing brown. He was massive and wore exceptionally shiny armor, but he gave Katie a good feeling. He was like a nice bouncer at a particularly exclusive club — and Katie knew how to get in good with bouncers.

“You’re like, massive,” she told him. “I wish I were massive. If I were massive, I could go back home.”

The guard chewed, but his eyes on her suggested that he might be listening.

“So, uhm, what’s your name? I’m Katie.”

“Alf,” the guard grunted between bites. It might have been his name, or it might have been the sound he made swallowing. It was hard to tell.

“So I was just going to work, on my world, and Dominax appeared out of nowhere, snatched me up, and brought me here. How fucked up is that?”

The guard, who still had his mouth full of burger, may have thought it was super fucked up, or not very fucked up at all. It was hard to tell over the sounds of munching.

“So now I guess I’m stuck here. My family’s going to be worried about me, but they will never know what happened to me. And I’m too old to go on a milk carton, if they even do that anymore.”

She kept talking while he ate, fishing fresh food from the magic drawer whenever it looked like he was going to finish and say something. If Dominax came and caught her, the plan was to tell him that she was just sharing the wealth, as it were. She didn’t know if the magic drawer cost anything to use, but that wasn’t her problem. Her problem was getting the fuck out of captivity with a beast who thought she was stupid.

Three burgers later, the guard refused a fourth.

“It’s nice of you to share, small human,” he said. “I am sorry you are not enjoying being on Homeworld. This is actually a very popular destination for the young of many worlds.”

“It is? Why? It’s all lava.”

“Well, not all lava. And despite what he may say about his authoritarian regime, Dominax’s laws are somewhat laxer than many in the region. Homeworld is considered a place where a young person can find their place in the universe.”

“You mean, get laid.”

“That, too. I wouldn’t know. I have been married a long time.”

“That’s nice,” she said, still wondering what sorcery allowed her to stand and speak to an alien in another language from another world and have near perfect understanding. The magical burger box was far from the only mystery on this world.

She took a step out of the room, but the guard put his massive hand on her head and pushed her gently back inside.

“I cannot let you escape.”

“Why not?”

“My job is to keep you where you are.”

“So I can be ravaged and impregnated by a rogue king against my will.”

The guard looked uncomfortable.

“You didn’t become a guard for that, did you?”

She was pushing her luck. Maybe that is exactly why he became a guard. Maybe he thought his king was infallible. Maybe he was going to tell Dominax she had tried to bribe him with burgers. There were a lot of maybes, but right now this guard was the only way out of this room, and there was no escaping the planet without getting out of this room. For want of a shoe, the horse was lost, sort of thing.

“I became a guard because my father was a guard,” the guard said.

“Hey. Me too. I became an asshole because my father was an asshole.”

The guard gave her a stern look. “You should not speak about your father that way.”

“Eh, if you knew him, you’d be alright with it.”

The guard’s lips glimmered in a smile. “You remind me of my daughter.”

“Yikes. I hope your daughter likes you better than I like my father.”

“She does. But she likes to argue with me. About everything.”

“She sounds cool.”

“I love her very much.”

“What would you do if some king grabbed her up and tried to fuck a baby into her?”

It was crude, but it was also the truth. She saw the guard wince, and she knew she’d made an impact.

His head jerked up. He frowned, and he reached through the door and pushed her gently, but firmly, back into the room before shutting the door on her.

For a second, she was offended. Then she realized why he’d done it.

“Greetings, your highness!” he said loudly enough to alert her to Dominax’s return. Katie had just enough time to rush across to the bed and jump inside it.

Dominax entered the room with that muscular swagger he had, the one which marked him as royalty among all others. Every time she saw him, she got that jolt of primal recognition right between her thighs, something like desire, but more powerful and much more dangerous. She liked him. She’d liked him from the moment they first met. But liking wasn’t enough. It wasn't even relevant when it came to being held as the fuck-captive of a winged alien king.

The more attraction she felt for him, the more she knew she had to get away. Staying in a place like this was worse than staying in a shitty Earth relationship. She was utterly dependent on Dominax, completely cut off from the world around her, a victim of time, space, and royalty.

“Hello, pet. Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah. I slept great,” she lied.

He came to stand over her, his breadth and strength doing things to her. She could not help her physical reaction. It was a thing apart from her, something entirely irrelevant to her intellect.

She was not stupid. She was curious, and that curiosity had led her to the cosmic equivalent of getting into a windowless van marked ‘FREE PUPPIES’.

Katie was going to get the fuck out of this van, and she would do whatever she had to in order to achieve that. She would lie, she would cheat, she would do worse if she had to.

Staring up into Dominax’s handsome, but emotionally stupid face, she knew he didn’t understand her. He thought she was something like a fuckable beast, not entitled to the rights of a free human.

His expression softened as he reached out and touched her hair, running his fingers lightly through her locks, scratching her scalp very gently. It was a kindness she didn’t want, another attempt to distract and confuse her, make her think that being locked up, caged, fucked, was all completely reasonable.

“I don’t want you to hate your captivity. I want you to come to see this palace as your territory. “

What he wanted didn’t fucking matter. What she wanted mattered, and she wanted out of this madness. She wanted to wake up from the nightmare she’d entered when Dominax abducted her and took the whole world away, replacing it with a room above endless lava.

“Well, uh, that’s nice. I guess.” She tried to force a smile. It didn’t work very well. But it also didn’t matter. She knew very well Dominax didn’t care what she thought or what she felt. He just wanted to claim and consume her, to make her bend to his will and spread for his cock.

The longer she looked at him, the more she ached between her thighs, as if she were being fucked all over again by the brutal king who had tempted her to this dark place and now wanted nothing more than to claim her.

“I know you hate me now,” he said, apparently able to read her expression. “But in time, I think you will enjoy being my pet. Already you have been absolved of the need to work. You no longer spend hours on your feet, serving food to strangers for a pittance.”

“No. I spend hours on my back, serving you, for nothing. This is worse, Dominax, you fucking dickhead.”

Well, so much for diplomacy.

He had the nerve to look offended. He didn’t understand. He acted like he did, but he actually had no fucking idea. She guessed she was going to have to explain this to him.

“My boss on Earth never put me in a cage because he wasn’t happy with how I behaved,” she pointed out. “I never had to have a goddamn baby with him.”

“You’re angry,” Dominax said. “You’re tired. Did you sleep at all?”

“It’s not lack of sleep, jerkwad. It’s being locked up in a room by some asshole who thinks his dick makes up for captivity…”

“ENOUGH!” Dominax thundered the word so loudly the ground beneath her feet shook. “I do not demand much from you, human, but you will speak to me with respect. Curses and insolence will not be tolerated. You are my pet. You are my possession. The only choice you have is to decide if you like it or not.”

She hated him. She hated him fiercely, and with all the passion which had been instilled in her over the course of a hard life. She dredged up all the hatred she’d pushed down over the years. When customers stole from the tip jar, or returned food for no fucking reason, or when she failed a class because she didn’t have time to study because she’d had to close up the night before, or when nobody came to her high school graduation because her mother was locked up and her father didn’t give a fuck.

There was a lifetime of rage locked up in Katie’s relatively diminutive form, and it emerged in a single stream of such incredible cursing there was barely a breath between words.

“Listen, you motherfuckingcocksuckingasswipejerkoffdickheadfuckboy,” she snarled, rising a little further with every curse until she was nose to nose with him. “You can fuck off if you think I am going to respect you.”

He grabbed her by the arm and tossed her back down on the bed, face down. She knew that pain was coming. She didn’t care. She kept swearing as he started to punish her with harsh lashes of what felt like a belt, leather cracking down across her bare ass in a steady rhythm which brought pain and heat in equal measure.

“I will not hesitate to repeat this punishment if you cannot learn your place,” he said, grabbing her by the back of the head and using her hair as means of control when she started to writhe away from the source of the pain. “I will thrash you. I will whip you. I will spank you until you understand that a pet must obey her master.”

She knew the guard was outside, hearing everything which went on. So she screamed and wailed and carried on for his benefit, letting Dominax think he was making a grand impression on her. The leather was painful, and every stroke made the fire in her ass worse. But she endured because she had to. Because doing literally anything else meant giving in to this alien and his plans for her, losing herself forever on a distant planet. Not to mention letting the heat between her thighs which always appeared when he began to inflict his pain upon her burst into uncontrollable arousal.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Dominax was outright whipping his pet. He had never in his life imagined that he would treat a female this way, so harshly and so intensely — but she deserved this. She seemed to need it. Every time the leather landed, he felt vindicated and guilty at the same time. Vindicated because the hot pink stripes on her ass told the story of a girl getting what she deserved. Guilty, because he knew he was hurting her, and that fundamentally, she just wanted to go home.

As soon as she stopped fighting him and this place, he could be kind again. He could save her from the cage and spare her the lash. But as long as she insisted on pushing him every time he imposed the smallest limit, she would pay.

She was such a mystery, his little human. Her anger was genuine, he did not doubt that. And there was no doubting her resistance. She wanted to rebel against his authority at the cost of bright red flesh. But there was more, too. There was a glimmering of moisture between her lower lips, and the scent of arousal which was absolutely unmistakable.

His pet hated to be punished, but she also loved being punished. Being human, she experienced almost constant contradictory feelings and expressed both sets of them almost simultaneously.

He reached down and grasped her right cheek in his large palm, spreading her open for his gaze. Her sex was pink and flowering in that adorable way it did, her lower lips engorging to enable passage toward the tight hole he had claimed so many times before.

With a feral royal growl, Dominax pinned her in place, ignoring her whines as his thick cock found that sacred passage and claimed it, reminding her in a way no leather ever could that she was owned.

He pinned her hands behind her back in one of his, the other tightly gripping her hair as he surged inside her with powerful, potent thrusts.

“I am going to breed you, pet. I am going to teach your sore ass what it means to be mine. You will drip my seed and cry my name, and you will never defy me again, not for a single moment.”

He couldn't see her face from this position. That denied him the true intensity of his possession, so he pulled free of her hot, silken sex and turned her over onto her back before plunging back inside her so deeply he felt the very end of her human capacity for cock.

“Yes,” he growled down at her, enjoying her wide-eyed expression. Her face was flushed with a rosy pink coloration which signified she was not far off orgasm. He wanted her to come on his cock. He wanted to feel her tight, wet pussy contract in those familiar orgasmic waves which pleasured his cock in a way no other female had ever managed to.

He was so caught up in the pleasure of fucking her to a disciplinary climax, he didn’t notice her hand swinging up toward him until it was too late, and the flat of her palm met with his cheek in a hard slap.

She’d hit him. This smart little brat had dared strike him. Her blow hadn’t hurt, of course. She didn’t have the strength to cause him pain. But he knew she had intended to hurt him, and striking the face was an act of disrespect on any planet.

He let out a ferocious growl and fucked her harder than before, slamming inside her, stretching her impudent little hole, showing her that she was his. His to fuck. His to own. His to use. And his to punish.

Just as she was on the verge of climax, pink-faced, teary-eyed, and with her tight cunt already starting those desperate milking contractions, he pulled free of her pussy, tossed her back over onto her stomach, and resumed the lashing.

“Every time you defy me, I will punish you more harshly than I did the last," he informed her, his hard cock jutting from his pelvis, gleaming with the juices of his human pet. “I will not stop until you are broken and obedient. Now. What do you say.”

There were only two words she could say. Two words which reclaimed her pride, even in the midst of carnal humiliation. He had fucked her right to the verge of coming, and now he held her there, expecting her to capitulate in order to earn her orgasm.

But Katie would not be broken. She would not submit. No matter how fucking much her pussy ached and clenched against the cock she so desperately wished was there.

When she spoke, it was deliberate and hissed with all the venom she could muster.

“Fuck. You.”

Dominax sighed, as if disappointed.

“Wrong answer.”

He reached once more for his lash. He could make her scream – and he did, with multiple harsh cuts of the leather-like material which punished her most effectively.

Still she refused to submit. She could sense victory so very close. If he could not whip her into apology or submission, then perhaps he would give up and return her to her home.

Katie had a secret weapon. Her own filthy body which perverted the mechanisms of desire. Every time the lash landed, all the heat and pain swelled through her body and was converted by some biological alchemy into the most intense pleasure she had ever felt.

Being fucked was one thing, but being lashed to orgasm was even better because it was gratification with a side of defiance. She hid her pleasure in cries, climaxing against sheets sodden with her own juices. Her clit rubbed the bed with every wicked slap inflicted upon her by the domineering king, until she felt a black wave of completion roll over her, draining every nerve of its power and then flashing back with such incredible intensity she screamed at the top of her lungs.

She was sobbing by the time he stopped, tears coursing down her cheeks in a display of contrition, or maybe loathing, or just pain. Tears were a very ineffective means of communication as far as Dominax was concerned because they could mean almost anything, especially in the human form.

Her hands were clenched in fists with the bedding caught inside them. Her eyes were also squeezed shut. She refused to look at him even as he sat down on the bed beside her and rubbed her back.

“This doesn’t have to be as painful as it is, pet. You don’t have to disobey me. Obedience comes with many rewards besides the absence of pain.”

Her shoulders shook and she buried her face in the blankets. He could feel her hatred and her fear, and he knew that he was not handling this well. Every species had its own requirements for handling, and he had imagined that the rebellion of the human called for a punishment harsh enough to quell that rebellion. It stood to reason, after all. Now, he wondered if he had perhaps damaged her beyond repair.

“What can I do to make you happy, Katie?”

She fell silent and refused to speak again. She was untouchable. She was irrepressible. And she was the female of his dreams. But they couldn’t go on like this. He couldn’t beat her and claim her until she fell insensate. What was happening wasn’t love. It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t domination. It was something so twisted he didn’t recognize himself. Her insolence made him want to beat her again. Her beauty made him want to fuck her hard. But what he had done might have been an act of cruelty he could not forgive himself for.

He could not trust himself in her presence for a single second longer. If she were to open her mouth and say some impudent nonsense, he did not know what he would do.

So he did what he could do, the only thing that would not make the entire affair so much worse. He dropped the lash, turned, and walked away.