“Fuck you.”
My disrespect does not go unpunished. Warden pulls me away from the wall where he had me pressed and curls his massive hand around my body in order to spank me. Hard.
I writhe and curse and try to escape, but the more I move, the more contact he makes with more of my tender skin, his rough palm making contact with my bare ass time and time again. This is not a punishment fit for a human woman. This is the sort of punishment given to the young and spoiled. I am neither. I am old and I am bitter, and being held over this alien’s thighs does nothing to make me feel more inclined to tell him anything.
Warden is my enemy. He is everything I have reason to hate and loathe. He is brutal and stupid and he believes that force is the way to get what he wants.
“Leave me alone in this pathetic box. I won’t tell you anything. Not ever!”
He drifts that harsh palm over my ass, my skin prickling where his cruel flesh makes contact.
“You will never leave this place,” he drawls in a casually dangerous way. His voice is rough with some scythkin attempt at emotion. I think it is anger and frustration at not being able to break me.
“You think I care? You think I ever intended on living once I did what I had to do?”
“And what was it you had to do?”
“Destroy as many scythkin as possible before they killed me. Or captured me. One is the same as the other.”
Warden
Spanking her seems silly. It is not the sort of punishment one gives a murderous wench who still wants to spread death and hatred. But it is the sort of punishment suitable for disobedient girls who need to learn to behave themselves, and that is the mindset I want her in. I want her to forget her hatred, and I want her to remember what it is to be small and innocent, and to be safe.
I am not good at human words, or at listening. Scythkin are not made to share feelings. We are made to rend flesh and destroy enemies. Trying to tame this human is harder than I thought. Not because I can’t be harsh enough, but because pure brutality will never get me what I want.
Her ass is bright red, beginning to turn a deeper shade which I do not think is healthy. I do not want to hurt her seriously. I want her to feel my strength and submit to it.
Time to change directions.
Silver
“On your knees, pet.”
He puts me on my knees before waiting for me to refuse to do it.
“Open your mouth.”
He unsheathes his cock, which still smells like me, and I imagine, tastes like me too. I am about to find out whether that is the case or not. The big, bad Warden wants to make an example out of me, to me. He wants to show me that no matter what, he is in control — and he is not above using sex to do it.
What he doesn’t know is that I’m more than open to that line of activity. I part my lips and lick them, slowly, defiantly. He wants my mouth? He might get more than he bargained for.
“Good girl,” he growls, those two words having far more power than I want them to as he slides his cock into my mouth, the vestigial organ the universe left these aliens to humiliate humans with.
My ass is burning hot with the remnant pain of the application of his palm. I know he thinks breaking me is the only way to get what he wants, but he is wrong. I came already broken.
I wrap my lips around the appendage he offers, and think seriously about sinking my teeth down into it. It would serve him right if I bit his cock right off.
But I don’t. He has put himself in a position for me to hurt him terribly, and I’m not taking it. I am letting him claim my mouth. I am even aiding him in his pleasure by lapping my tongue against the underside of his cock.
I could resist but then I would be left to gag on his thick rod, and he would still be using me. At least this way I get to take some control, prove that I have the power to make him feel good.
More than one male has been brought to his knees by a woman with a talented mouth. He is trying to dominate me, but he obviously cannot resist me, and I may have some seductive ability left in my bones.
I look up at him, my human eyes meeting that ethereal alien glow which hides his consciousness, his domination. I feel him throb in my mouth as our eyes meet. They like it when they can see your face. They like wide human eyes gazing up at them, vulnerable and conquered, or so they imagine.
He lets out a growl, his cock thickening. He is going to spend his seed inside me. He is going to have me swallow that endorphin laden fluid which will make me mad with need for him.
I have heard stories of what happens to women who swallow the essence of a scythkin warrior. I have heard how it makes them slaves to simple biology, which is then inevitably frustrated because we are two species who can never breed. This is a barren mating, done only for pleasure and humiliation.
His pleasure.
My humiliation.
His come fills my mouth. I spit most of it back onto him, but the rest slips
down my throat and is swallowed down into my belly. My body immediately reacts with a flush of heat and a general sense of wellbeing I haven’t experienced in decades.
I know instantly what is happening. I’ve heard this talked about in seedy bars, where aliens try to pick up anything with a hot, wet hole. Gender and species don’t matter so much in those spots. One of the illicit items places like that trade in is Scythkin semen. Scythkin ejaculate is dangerously intoxicating to a small portion of humans. Most of us find it alluring, but to a few it produces euphoria and…
I let out a little giggle.
Oh no.
I just lost the genetic lottery.
Warden
I expected to humiliate her by making her swallow my seed, but instead, she’s squirming and pink all over, her caramel skin flushed with a body-wide blush which appears to be in effect from her head down to her toes. It is as if she just took a hit off some illicit pipe, which I guess in a crude way, she did.
It’s an allergic reaction of a kind. But it’s a cute one. I’ve never seen her smiling this wide, and looking so happy. Her face is completely transformed. She was beautiful before, but now she is absolutely stunning.
“I love you,” she giggles.
Those three words are painful to hear. I know they’re not true. They’re the opposite of true. She hates me. She hates me personally, and everything I stand for. She loathes me deeply, and completely. But in this moment, she’s feeling love.
I wrap her in my arms and hold her tight, taking advantage of her altered state to share some simple human affection. This feels wrong in a way imprisoning and seducing her did not feel quite as wrong. I want her to want me this way without being high on my cock. I want her to be soft and open.
I want her to love me.
I let out a growl as that realization hits, all too quickly and all too intensely. I am supposed to be her jailer, and her captor. She is supposed to be my obedient, captive pet. Love is not supposed to come into it. There is no place for love in this twisted game of power and domination. There is only an owner, and that which he owns.
But she is human, and I am scythkin, and our two species are known for torrid, instant, inescapable attractions which derail, well, everything.
If I were to keep her dosed with my cock, if she were to drain my seed from me daily, she would love me as long as I could come. That would make this so easy. After a while, it might even become such a force of habit it might be true without her needing to taste my seed.