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Kidnapped for pleasure by the Alien

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1953    |    Released on: 08/12/2025

ew. And over time, he'd understood that most humans were uncomplicated beings, animals really, but ones blessed and cursed with intense emotions. It was something unique to

he male still on his feet. When she tried to stand, the man next to her holding her by the leg, Kosha was already moving. Pressing the barrel right between the shoulder blades of the standing man, he pulled the trigger, the male crumpling to the ground with a wheezing gasp, his entire body twitching, eyes wide and unblinking as he stared up into the falling rain. Kosha switched off the spoofing unit, looming over the two seated on the bench. The man stared up at him, his mouth dropping open. "What the f-" She hadn't even noticed Kosha though, taking the opportunity to punch the man seated next to her square in the side of his jaw. His head whipped back with a grunt, then he elbowed her in the mouth, knocking her clear off the bench, sending her sprawling across the legs of the spasming man on the ground. The girl didn't move from where she'd fallen. Pointing the weapon at Charlie's forehead, Kosha fired, the air crackling with sound. The male went utterly still for an instant, the whites of his eyes showing. Then he toppled over the other side of the bench, his body curled in a fetal position as he convulsed. Kosha scanned their surroundings, flicking over to IFR for a moment to be sure they were alone. The combination of the falling night, the mist and the trees and bushes clustered along the riverbank ensured they were deep in shadow, which would allow him to keep the spoofing unit off. He turned the girl over, her eyes lolling. Her upper lip was split, bright blood smearing her white teeth. Her eyes went desperately wide as she fixed her gaze upon him. "Who... what...?" Instead of a reply, he drew her to her feet, holding her tightly by one arm as he sat down upon a bench much too small for a Yaanfahri. He approached eight Terran feet in height, and as he stood her up between his knees to get a look at her, her diminutiveness in relation to his frame was that much more dramatic. "Are you hurt?" "What do you..." She brought her free hand to her mouth, and winced. "Damn it!" "Anything broken?" The human body was quite durable, but compared to Yaanfahri physiology, comparatively prone to injury. His home planet had a gravitational field somewhat stronger than Terra's and as a result life there, including Yaafahris, had evolved with bodies much more powerfully built to compensate. She touched her upper jaw. "I might have a loose tooth. Not sure." "We can fix that." He slipped her hood off, and for a moment, looked upon her, grappling with the sudden, strange feeling of... sexual attraction. It wasn't unknown for human females to be found attractive, but it was strictly forbidden to act upon it, for a myriad of reasons. Still, there was something... irresistible about her. And all that hair. It was long, a dazzling bright russet color, the rain soaking into it, darkening the wavy locks to a reddish sienna. Her nose and cheeks were a riot of freckles over pale, clear skin. A fat drop of rain, tinged pink with her blood, dripped from the split flesh of her plump upper lip. The girl's eyes were a striking shade of pale azure he'd rarely seen before, and he felt himself unable to look away from them. He wondered if they'd be even more beautiful when she cried. The girl looked over his shoulder at Charlie, still quivering on the sodden grass. "How'd you... do that?" "Half charge on the sidearm is sufficient to render human-sized targets incapacitated." Kosha was impressed she hadn't dissolved into a terrified mess. Hum

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Kidnapped for pleasure by the Alien
Kidnapped for pleasure by the Alien
“His pet human would be used by another male. He would watch it all of it and he would enjoy it. But tonight was for her Master. His last night when she truly was only for him, his very own island of utterly subjugated female, her body craving his lash as much as her mind yearned for his caresses. He'd always make sure she had plenty of both, no matter what might come in the morning. The sight of her naked, cruelly bound body never failed to quicken his heartbeat, and harden his cock. He found her as he often did, the little female curled up in her cage, the polished steel bars both an alluring signal of her debased status in his household, and a frustrating impediment to his visual enjoyment of her luscious form. Standing over her, he watched the sweet creature for a long while, the auto-filter of the floor-to-ceiling glass darkening as the afternoon sun angle flattened, until only a sliver of its golden brilliance peaked over the craggy mountains west of the teeming city, its dazzling lights glittering in the valley below. The Three Sisters would be aloft soon, looming huge in the night sky, the welcome nocturnal company of every soul on Yaanfahr. She stirred, as if knowing her Master was nearby. And waiting. He'd exactingly trained her, through her agony and tears and hoarse, pleading cries, to never, ever, make her owner wait. Pale blue eyes, framed by the thick black straps, peered up at him, the delicate brow furrowed in fear or concern. The soft, pink lips worked.”