He’s going to take me the same way they took our planet. Without gentleness or remorse.
I dared to defy him, but as this alien brute rips my clothes off and mounts me with my bottom still burning from his punishing hand it is clear what is in store for me isn’t mere vengeance.
It is conquest.
Soon I will know what it means to be utterly and shamefully broken, my helpless body ravaged and plundered in every way imaginable, and when he is done I won’t just be sore and spent.
I will be his.
Author: Sara Fields
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Length: 63,000 words
“Little human, your bottom is still bright red. You’ve forgotten that you don’t have a choice anymore. Your body is mine to do with as I please,” he dictated and my core spiraled tight as a coil with anxious and very hesitant arousal.
“You can’t mean…” I replied.
He spanked my pussy hard several times. I was so caught off guard that I didn’t even have time to clench my muscles to try to protect myself.
Now that I’d already come, it hurt far more than it did before. I gasped and cried as he punished me there. My tears threatened to renew and when he finally paused for a moment, I pulled in a heated shaky breath.
“It’s no longer up to you, little human. You belong to me, and you will obey me. The more you continue to fight that, the more you will be punished,” he scolded, and I rushed to draw in a breath as I struggled to take the scalding hot agony on my most sensitive place.
When he was done, he slid a finger into my pussy and coated it with my wetness. He wasted no time in slipping that same digit up the cleft of my ass until he settled on top of my bottom hole. My entire body stilled with alarm.
“Now that I’ve got your full attention, Raiza, tell me. Is it up to you whether or not you come for me? Is it your choice where I touch you? Is it you who decides when I’m going to bare your disobedient little bottom for a hard spanking over my knee?” he scolded.
“No, sir,” I whimpered.
I’d called him sir. That word felt so heavy. For the first time, I acknowledged the difference in authority between us out loud so that he could hear it.
He pushed his finger against my asshole, and I clenched tight, trying to fight his advance even though I knew how strong he was.
“Please! Please, not there,” I wailed.
I knew enough by now that he wouldn’t listen to my pleas. He wanted to push his finger into my ass, and it was going to happen.
It felt so decadently shameful and there was a part of me that sort of wanted to know what it felt like, but I wasn’t willing to face that part of me yet.
“I hadn’t intended to punish this tight little hole, but I think you’re going to need to be taught a much more thorough lesson. I am your master from this day forward. When I command you to fall to your knees, you fall to your knees. When I demand you spread your thighs so I can fuck that needy little pussy, you spread your thighs. When I tell you that you’re to be punished, you are to strip and wait for me with your bottom bare and on display. You belong to me now, Raiza, and it’s about time I show you what that truly means,” he said darkly, and a fierce shudder rolled through my body as his finger advanced.
It felt foreign at first, and then it started to grow painful. My bottom hole was really tight. I’d never been stretched there before, and he wasn’t being gentle like he’d been with my pussy. With aroused mortification, I tried to squeeze my bottom cheeks together. That didn’t stop him. His finger continued to advance into my virgin hole, forcing its way inside whether I wanted him to or not.
He pressed through my tight rim despite everything I tried to do to prevent it. The tip pushed inside, and it was ginormous. I felt the first knuckle and then the second and I keened as it got thicker and opened me wider than I thought possible. The stretch burned like a hot poker pressing into me for several long moments until he pushed it fully inside me and just held it there.
It was a heady warning.
“Yes, sir,” I squeaked. His finger there was my entire world. I could think of absolutely nothing else.
“Who owns you?” he asked.
“You do, sir,” I whispered hoarsely.