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Kidnapped for pleasure by the Alien

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1307    |    Released on: 08/12/2025

ay the tight straps made her soft flesh bu

eyes wide and frightened. He wasn't sure what to make of the fact that her fear elicited a strange, contradictory reac

uman being, especially a female, but it would have to do. She might not like being strapped into it so tig

ldn't wait to see her

lection of the green and cyan ship's pre-launch diagnostic display sparklin

tars in the night sky steadily brightened, the ship already into the upper atmosphere within a minute. A few seconds later, what color there was in a Terran night had drained fully away, subsiding to the deep black of the interstellar star field. The G forces reduced dramatically, leaving Rose a panting, trembling mess in her chair. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her lips quivering. "That was... awful." Then her face went distinctly ashen, and her eyes flew open. "Oh my fucking God... I think I'm going to throw up!" "Relax now, it's just freefall. The grav generator will kick on in a moment." He found the way her long, red locks floated about her face to be almost magical, a lovely, haunting sight he knew he'd never forget. Two clicks followed, artificial gravity returning, the weight of her hair going limp across her shoulders once more. She let out a long, shuddering sigh. "Jesus, I have a whole new appreciation for... astronauts. Felt like my stomach was floating up into my throat." "Luckily for you, you'll only have to do that once. I've lost track of the number of times I've had to go through an escape sequence." Rose stayed quiet as the nav computer moved the transport to an intercept course with the Vidu Rei. Kosha allowed himself to think of what was to come, once he got her back to Yaanfahr. The first problem was how to hide her from Meloran. He thought he had an idea, but it would make her essentially off-limits until they touched down in spaceport. That wouldn't do. Depriving himself for that long wasn't an option. He'd have to think on it some more. There was still some time while Meloran was still on the surface. Humans were not at all unknown to the average Yaanfahri, and stories of Yaanfahri-human congress did circulate around both the academy and within the ranks of the navy itself. He'd never actually met a Yaanfahri who'd managed to smuggle in a human, but it was an open secret that at least a few of them were indeed held clandestinely in Yaanfahri hands. One did not need an excess of imagination to know the purpose of keeping human females. Especially during hi

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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.”