Tamed by the Alien Overlords Page 9

“I do have some questions for you,” the Domann said with a slight frown. “But first, I’m going to teach you some respect."

  I threw back my head and laughed. It wasn’t funny. I think the gallon of adrenaline that had passed through my body over the last twelve hours - and which was revving up to peak levels yet again - was screwing with my judgment.

  “And just how exactly do you intend to do that?” I demanded. Hoping that empty bravado would help, somehow.

  The Domann… didn’t answer.

  But he did take a measured, deliberate step towards me.

  I was near the center of the cell. He was still near the wall.

  For the longest time, we stayed like that. Each staring into the other’s eyes. Sizing the other up.

  Then he took another step.

  My eyes narrowed.

  “Is this supposed to scare me?” I demanded. It did. A little. But he didn’t need to know that.

  I didn’t want to back up. Didn’t want to give this fucker any ground.

  That said… he was too close for comfort, now. His massive frame, more than seven feet of rock-hard muscle, was less than two of his giant strides away from me now.

  But he stopped again.

  Again, we stared.

  Like a bolt of lightning, it struck me that he was approaching me the way one might approach a wild animal, if you were trying to befriend it. Slowly. Without any sudden moves. His shoulders were squared to me. His hands were in front of him. His posture was relaxed. His breathing was deep and even. He wasn’t frowning, or glaring. His expression was equal parts serious, earnest and determined.

  Damn, but his eyes were big.

  I was about to say something else, but decided against it at the last second.

  He took another step.

  He could have reached out and touched me. But he didn’t.

  It made me intensely nervous, having him that close.

  “You’re not going to spank me again, are you?” I asked. In my head, that had sounded more mocking and less pleading.

  We’d been staring into each other’s eyes for minutes. I couldn’t take it anymore. It felt like his eyes were boring into mine. Like they were a weight on my chest.

  I looked away, trying to seem annoyed.

  A few moments later, I looked back.

  He still hadn't looked away. Or moved.

  “This is your big, scary interrogation?” I asked, my voice going an octave quieter for some reason. “Very slow walking?”

  It suddenly hit me that I could smell him. It was like… not like cologne, or even perfume. And it certainly wasn’t something you’d call a musk. It was more like he was just there, in the air, whenever I took a breath. It was the scent of… shit, just of him.

  “No,” he said, his voice low and serious. “My interrogation is going to begin… with a story.”

  I tried to laugh.

  Nothing came out.

  It was as if he was sucking me into the gravity of our situation. Even though I had no idea what that was.

  The room went dark.

  I gasped and backed up a few steps, positive that he was about to strike me in the face.

  When light returned, I was no longer in the stark white cell.

  The ceiling was gone. The walls were gone. Even the floor was-

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  Every wall, the ceiling, the floor... had been replaced by the most magnificent view of a planet, as if I were standing in orbit.

  No. As if we were standing in orbit.

  The Domann was still standing in the exact same place as when the lights went out. Some part of me, some subconscious section of my brain, registered that. Took note of the fact that he hadn’t hurt me after all, or even tried.

  “This… is Doman,” he said. “My homeworld.”

  The planet, which filled most of my field of view, was fucking beautiful. Green, sprawling continents. White cloud formations. Deep azure oceans. Except for the shapes of the continents, it could have been Earth.

  Except for the massive cities that were very easily visible from space.

  The room went dark again. Despite myself, I flinched.

  The light came back - and we were now standing in the sky over one of those massive cities. Smooth towers of every material and shape rose many thousands of feet into the sky. The roads below bustled with Domann and their vehicles and drones. Vines and trees bearing fruit or exotic flowers were as plentiful as the people. There was no pollution, either in the air or on the ground, and large fountains and canals could be seen everywhere.

  “This was our capital,” he said. “Just over one hundred years ago.”

  The scene below me and all around began to speed up. People, drones, clouds, then days and nights, all began to flow by faster, and faster, until they were all melding together into one continuous blur.

  Then the blurs began to… fade. To lessen. Not the days and nights, or the clouds, but the movement in the streets of the city slowly dried up… then stopped completely.

  The scene slowed down again. Stopped.

  I was still looking at the same city. The same scene. But now, it was… dead. Nobody walked the streets. No vehicles move about. There weren’t even any drones. The plants were either growing wild, taking over entire buildings, or dead from lack of care. The buildings were faded, weathered.

  “This is what has happened to the Domann,” he said. “To hear that our species has nearly collapsed is one thing. To see it is quite another.”

  I had to admit that it was powerful to witness. The city before me seemed to mourn its lost citizens. Seemed to cry out for the Domann who’d abandoned it.

  But the damn aliens couldn’t win my sympathies so easily.

  “You brought it on yourself,” I said, my voice low. “If you’d kept to yourselves, you never would have been exposed to the genetic plague.”

  The Domann smiled wanly.

  “I have heard the human claim that our warlike nature brought us to the edge of the abyss we currently gaze into. However, no species we ever ruled has ever suffered as we have. For millennia, the Domann empire ruled its citizens peacefully. Yes, we staged invasions. Crushed rebellions, sometimes brutally. But afterward, under our rule, planets and races that had previously been trapped in a ceaseless cycle of internal warfare finally came to know peace. Earth is experiencing the same thing. You know as well as I do that armed conflict between Earth governments is gone from this planet. Tell me, human, if we Domann were to simply leave, and never return, how long would it take for your kind to fall back into the ebb and flow of warfare that has so scarred humanities’ history?”

  I glared at him, hating him with my whole being for making such a damn good point.

  “Our rule has distributed resources to areas of the Earth that have long known nothing but want and poverty,” he continued. “The global economy is stable and prosperous, as is this planet’s climate. Even though we choose what type of work many people will perform, those masses spend less time working than they did before our rule, and the poorest classes are even able to afford more. In fact, except for the ongoing conflict with the resistance, Domann rule has brought nothing but good to humanity.”

  “Bullshit.” I spat the word with as much venom as I could muster.

  The Domann smiled a knowing smile, for all the world looking like a father trying his best to teach something to a young, stubborn child.

  The city faded away. In an instant, we were back in the stark white room.

  “We will speak on this topic more in the future,” he said. “But for now... you will clasp your hands behind your back.”

  Chapter 15

  Liza

  I cocked my head quizzically.

  Did he really expect me to just obey him like that?

  “Fuck. You.”

  He moved faster than I ever would have thought possible. Faster than any living thing should be able to move. In the blink of an eye, he’d closed the distance between us, and gras
ped my hair firmly by the roots at the base of my skull.

  I didn’t even have time to cry out before he’d doubled me over, kneeled down, and forced me back over his knee.

  “No!” I shouted. Not this. Not again!

  My protest did no good.

  Large, strong, nimble hands ripped the kilt off of me, then flung it aside.

  But this time, it didn’t stop there. This time, he ripped my panties off as well!

  All of a sudden, my ass, my pussy, was completely bare. Exposed. Vulnerable.

  And still sore from the first spanking.

  “No!” I managed to shout once again.

  Then it began.

  He didn’t spank me slowly, like the first time. Wordlessly, his breathing slow and relaxed, his hand rained spanks down upon my buttocks. I very quickly lost count of the blows. Ten? Fifteen?

  I realized that I was screaming, one long continuous yowl of pain and surprise and shame.

  Then it was over. The hand, so heavy, so sure of itself, came to rest on my ass. Cupping it gently. Caressing it… tenderly. At the same time, the other hand pulled on my hair, slowly yet firmly, not yanking, but forcing me to arch my back even further.

  Then, in a split second, all the pain that was built up in my ass, my stomach, my whole body, turned instantly into desire, into depthless, unfathomable pleasure. And for long moments, I had no brain in my head.

  The first time he spanked me, a wave of desire had followed each stroke. This time, every spank seemed to crash into my pussy all at once!

  “Oohhhhh….”

  I couldn’t help it. The moan just… it just fucking happened! My pussy clenched, again and again, struggling to process the inexplicable onslaught of desire.

  “Good girl,” the Domann purred, clearly pleased with me. With my reaction to his spanking. “Just feel, now. Let your body feel what it wants to. Don’t fight it. Embrace it. There is no shame in this.”

  Hearing that… fuck, I swear it changed me, just the tiniest bit. Against my will, I could feel myself giving in. Letting myself enjoy the pleasure still coursing through my body.

  And yet… was it against my will?

  Was it really?

  “There is great pleasure in pain,” the Domann said, his voice full of gravel now, full of an intense desire, “and right now, you deserve both.”

  Wow. How was he doing this? How did he know just what to say to push my body to new heights of desire? At that moment, I didn’t know if his spanking, or his talking, turned me on more.

  It wasn’t fair!

  The hand on my ass held me in place, firmly, yet gently. The hand in my hair kept my back arched. I wasn’t in pain, but trying to move was painful.

  So I didn’t try. I just stayed where I was. Stayed where he wanted me to be.

  Out of nowhere, shame slammed down onto me like a ton of bricks.

  Fuck this alien. Fuck him for being able to spank me like I was a tiny little girl. Fuck his size, his strength, his easy grace, his unfathomable speed.

  Fuck him for being able to turn me on so hard. Fuck him for not needing my permission to do it.

  Fuck him for making me wonder why the hell my body would react this way. For making me wonder why I was so sick, so perverted, that a big part of me genuinely wished that he would just keep spanking me forever.

  Then he pulled me up. Slowly. Deliberately. Supporting my body carefully, so as not to hurt me. After the pain of his spanking, having him take care not to cause me any more pain… it felt good. Really good.

  Intellectually, I knew that wasn’t right.

  But it didn’t seem to matter.

  Then we were standing. But still he didn’t release his grip on my hair.

  We were standing so close we were practically touching. I could all but feel the raw physical power rolling off of him in waves. Waves that seemed to reach down into my pelvis, into my stomach and chest. Pulling. Pressing. Pressuring me, to… shit, I don’t even know what.

  Then his face was right down next to mine. His lips, so wide and soft-looking, all but brushed against my cheek.

  He inhaled, seeming to take in my scent. Then he breathed out, deeply, distinctly satisfied.

  My hand brushed up against the front of his kilt. The massive, rock-hard bulge it felt there was unmistakable.

  Were all Domann this… endowed? I’d never been curious about the size of a Domann’s penis before. But suddenly, I was intensely curious. Was this Domann simply gifted beyond imagination?

  Or was it… normal?

  I shook my head to clear my mind.

  Unfortunately, my head didn’t actually go anywhere, since the Domann still had a firm grip on my hair.

  “Going somewhere?” he asked. Not unkindly. Gently, he moved my head from side to side. Showing me that no, no I wasn’t going anywhere at all.

  Not unless he wanted me to.

  “Do you know why I punished you just now?” he asked, his face still unbearably close to mine. It was so close, I could feel his breath on my neck, at once hot and strangely refreshing.

  “Because you’re a sadistic prick?” I guessed.

  He issued a single, amused chuckle, almost a grunt.

  “It’s obvious how much you love it,” he said, “so I’m not surprised that you’re trying to get me to spank you again so soon. But do believe me when I say that I won't hesitate to spank that juicy ass of yours raw if I get any more sass from you.”

  I shuddered with fear. And… dammit… desire.

  But my butt was so raw, so tender, that the fear won out over my desire to keep insulting this bastard as long as I held breath in my body.

  “I’m sorry,” I managed to squeak, my voice cracking. “Please don’t do it again.”

  I hated myself for saying it.

  But what could I do?

  I was his prisoner. For now, at least. He held all the power - and not just because I was trapped in a cell aboard his ship. He was so much stronger than me, so much more powerful, that he could have punished me with impunity no matter where we were.

  This isn’t over, I told myself. You will not break me so easily.

  Yet, I decided to try not to invite any more punishment on myself.

  At least for a little while.

  “Good,” he breathed, his voice husky. “Good girl. Very good.”

  It occurred to me that I was alone with a Domann man… who was obviously very attracted to me. And also very, very aroused.

  It then occurred to me that he might decide to do something about that.

  I shuddered again.

  “You will now answer my question,” he said, gently but firmly. As if teaching a petulant child to behave.

  “You punished me because I… swore?” I responded. I’d insulted him multiple times before that, and he hadn’t punished me for it.

  “I punished you because I ran out of patience,” he said. “Your inner fire, and your bravery in the face of your imprisonment, is both charming and admirable. But too much of that rebellious spirit will get you burned.”

  Shit. That made things harder. What use was insulting someone who found it fucking charming?

  “I do not seek to break your spirit,” he said. “Not completely, anyway. But I will tame you. I will temper that fire of yours, and bend it to my will. How much punishment you receive will depend on how much you resist. Sooner or later, you’ll submit your will to mine. And when you do, you will wonder why you ever resisted me. That is my promise to you, little woman.”

  He released his grip on my hair and stepped away from me. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t force myself to feel only relief at that. I also felt… lonely.

  “You will comply with my previous order. Now.” His tone gave no room for interpretation.

  I squeezed my eyes shut. Heaved a heavy sigh.

  It almost killed me. But I clasped my hands together behind my back. There they sat, resting on the small of my back, just above my naked ass. It made me feel, somehow, even more vulnera
ble. I couldn’t even cover my exposed pussy anymore. Thinking about it caused the shame of my nakedness to return in full force.

  Slowly, the Domann retrieved my discarded kilt.

  Then, to my utter shock, he walked over to me and secured it about my waist once again.

  It felt good to be covered again. Safer. I also felt safer around this giant, seemingly all-powerful alien, having him cover me like that. It showed me that he was not only aware of my feelings… he actually valued them. I was more than just a prisoner, to be tortured for information and discarded.

  He actually gave a shit about me.

  It was probably just a ploy to make me feel more at ease around him. To get me to open up to him.

  But, even though I knew that… it still kinda worked.

  “Before we go any further,” he said, “you will tell me your name.”

  That threw me a little.

  “Don’t you already know it?” I asked. The Domann maintained databases filled with info on every human on the planet, from their name to their fingerprints to the individual rhythm of each person’s heartbeat.

  “I do,” he admitted. “But you will introduce yourself to me personally. Then, I will do the same.”

  I wanted nothing more than to spit in this alien’s face.

  “My name,” I said icily, “is Liza. Liza Strong.”

  “My name is Karkan Mezzotha,” he said. “But you will address me as Sir.”

  Sir.

  That was the title the Domann demanded that their human mates use!

  They… they knew.

  They’d found out that I was compatible.

  Found out that I was capable of bearing Domann children.

  And now this one was… claiming me? Is that what was happening? Is that why they weren’t just torturing me for information?

  Suddenly, I felt faint. The room swam before me.

  I spread my feet. Caught my balance.

  I would not give in to this!

  “I won’t have your babies,” I hissed. “I’ll die first!”

  “No,” said Karkan with a chuckle, “you will not. Only a select few human women are able to bear Domann children.”

  Relief flooded me, drenching me, stealing my breath away.

  They didn’t know!

  Wait… why not?