“I think it says you’ve been throwing women to monsters for god knows how long. That you’re a sadistic, sick species with nothing better to do than inflict cruelty on innocents.”
“But you’re not innocent. You’re a chaos bringer.”
“That’s just another label. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“You must be a chaos bringer. You survived what should not have been survivable. That’s the mark of a truly chaotic individual.”
“I survived nothing. I was taken by a man who fucked me. It’s a story as old as time, and unremarkable.”
BOOOO! BOOOOO!
The studio crowd is turning. I’m definitely not a favorite. I am committing the ultimate sin in the eyes of a dumb populace: being unlikeable.
Rex has the cure for that. In front of the entire live studio amphitheater, he takes me by the hand, yanks me over his thighs and slaps my ass. Hard. Hard enough to make me yowl, though the content of my cries is lost in the roar of the crowd. This, they approve of, apparently.
“Behave yourself, you ungrateful little wench.” He lectures me more harshly than he has ever lectured before, his stern voice carrying across the entirety of the crowd. “You have been saved twice over, and now you are the property of a king. When you speak, you represent me. When you are ungrateful and rude, you bring disgrace on my crown. Never forget that.”
He thrashes me soundly, his palm landing at least three dozen times, each slap sharper and harsher than the last. He is making his point, both to me and to the audience. Rex knows how to please a crowd at any cost.
I hate him. I hate him all the way through to the marrow of my bones, the lying, fucking asshole.
“Stop,” he murmurs, covering the microphone. “Or this will get so much worse.”
“I don’t care,” I growl through gritted teeth. “Beat me. Whip me. Fuck me in front of them for all I care. I hate you.”
He sighs and then he spanks me harder. Just like I asked for, maybe like I deserve. I don’t fucking know. It’s hard to think with his palm repeatedly jolting me against his super hard body, heat flashing through me, humiliation giving the usual fiery glow of a spanking an even hotter edge. I might combust beneath his palm. I might go up in flames right fucking here, forced to the edge of a climax which takes me by surprise because even I didn’t know I was enjoying this.
I never thought I’d find it hot to be on display. I never knew I was made to be the fuck toy for a dominant king, either. I am full of anger, but there is more than simple anger at play. There is his command and my resistance, the fiery hot interplay of our personalities sparking to sexual life before this audience of hungry beasts.
“Fuck you all!” I scream to everybody watching. I want them to know I disdain them for using my misery, my fear, my pleasure and my pain as entertainment. “Get your own fucking lives, you losers!”
The crowd shouts and Rex growls. All has become noise, and I am at the center of it all. My ass is bared, my pussy is soaked, my clit grinding hard against my alien king’s thigh. I’m not going to give them the satisfaction of orgasm, though. I’m going to keep my pleasure for myself.
And then he does the thing I can’t resist. He fills me. Two thick, ridged alien fingers deep inside my pussy, working my cunt hard and fast. A new sound enters the aural tableau, the wet sound of my sex being fingered, amplified for a hungry audience.
He has broken me in one move. The last shreds of resistance I was holding onto are torn from me. I come hard and screaming. My mouth is opened wide on the large screens, but I can’t hear myself. All I can hear is the baying of the massive mob, so many alien people crying out in excitation. They drown me out. They take pleasure in my pain, and in my pleasure too.
“I think she’s done for one night,” Rex announces. He throws me over his shoulder and carries me off the stage to thunderous applause from the crowd.
Nine
Kristine
“You’re not going to forgive me, are you?”
He is running his fingers through my hair as I lie on a freshly made bed with him. It has actual sheets. I have really missed actual sheets. You take them for granted, and then you don’t have them.
I’ve already forgiven him. That’s what is pissing me off so much. I understand what was at stake, and I know he had no choice but to lie to me. Rex is not the sort of king to lie just for the fun of it, and he was in just as much danger on that planet as I was. They gave him no advantages. If anything, they made it harder for him.