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White light.

This is all that I’ve been seeing since I’ve been hauled from my bed in the middle of the night. Increments of white light, slipping in and out of consciousness. My rational anxiety is being pushed aside during the short minutes I am awake, trying to piece everything together. Strangely, I am not nearly as afraid as I should be. Why aren’t I screaming? Why aren’t I crying?

When I’m awake, I sense that I’m still laying down on a moveable surface, and I am being taken somewhere. I am in a cold space; my baggy T shirt and plaid pajama pants hardly shield me from the brutal, biting air. My skin is prickling, my nipples harden.

I feel my consciousness slowly sinking back in, but my mind feels engulfed in a blanket, like fog preventing me from grasping what is truly happening. My senses are slowly coming back, and I try to focus on each of them separately. 

I take a deep breath, trying to decipher the scent around me. No strong smell here, but the air is cold and crisp, and vaguely clean and somewhat pleasant, like laundry detergents or air refresheners. I try to concentrate on the sounds, and I hear strange voices. I do not recognize the language. They don’t speak much but sometimes make short remarks. Next, I focus on what I can feel, like the soft fabric of my clothes, the semi-soft surface I am laying on. It does not feel like the soft fabric of clean sheets, but more like paper wipes. Suddenly, I feel the fabric being lifted away from my body. I can hear soft sounds of scissors, cutting away at my clothes, revealing my skin to the brutal air.

Now, I am panicking. My eyes had closed, and I have not opened them for the past five minutes I’ve been awake. I attempt to open them, and I feel a sedative force fighting me, turning my eyelids heavy and tired. But I push through. I see characters looming over me, talking to each other over my naked body in a language I have never heard before. A hand – a turquoise hand – gently presses something pliable and rubbery to my ear. It elongates itself inside of my ear, and I may have imagined it zapping my brain. I yelp, trying to press my own hand to my ear and feel it, but I am bound to the bed I’ve been laying on. I see a small needle prickling my hand. I follow the needle, and see it is attached to a narrow tube, which connects to a bag with fluid. Is this the sedative they used on me?

“Alice Thorn,” I hear a soft, feminine voice says my name. “Twenty-seven year old female. Unmarried, no children.” I can suddenly understand their language. Have they spoken English this entire time? I look down at my body, completely and utterly exposed to these beings. Each of my legs is also bound to the bed. “Height is one hundred and sixty centimeters; weight is fifty-one kilograms.” My mind is racing, not understanding when they measured me, and why. “Healthy, no chronic illnesses, vitals are stable.” What is going on? I look up, seeing these three turquoise characters. They have long, navy hair, and piercing amber eyes. They appear female, human-looking except for the blue skin and towering height. I don’t know if it’s because they are standing over me, but their limbs appear much longer than the average woman, almost two meters tall. They are wearing what seems like hospital gowns, but the fabric is completely sheer. Through it, I can see the outline of their muscular bellies, their dark nipples, and the area between their legs is –

I look away. I may be hallucinating. Is this normal to be naked in this strange society?

“Let’s get her ready.” Says one female. She is taller than the other two, her long hair is sleeked back into a ponytail. Her features are cold and dominating. The other two nod and stand behind me.

“Her heart rate is soaring. Blood pressure is high.” Says the tall one. I assume she is the leader of the three.

I want to scream, of course my heart rate is soaring. I am alone, naked, being tested and measured for a purpose I don’t understand.

“Shh.” Says another female and reaches out a soothing hand to my cheek. “Do not worry. We are not going to hurt you, I promise.” This female has softer features and kinder eyes, and she is the shortest of the three, but still a head taller than me, I’m sure.

I can’t find the strength to speak – I don’t know if it’s the shock or the substance in my system. But I do find the strength to gasp when my legs are being pulled apart slightly, exposing my core to the cool air. The short female stands next to me, holds my hand and draws soothing lines across it. The other two are nowhere to be found. When I look to the side, I panic as I see an assortment of silicone, metal and glass objects with blunt and rounded edges on a table next to me.

The female notices my horrified expression and reaches out to caress my cheek. “Do not worry.”

How can I not worry? I think to myself. I see the female holding me sending a curt nod to someone one the other side of the room, and the other female – the third one, returns, having retrieved a magnetic, oval object. She nears me, bringing the magnet to my chest. I begin to squirm, but I am totally helpless with all my limbs bound to this bed. 

“Begin.” I recognize the voice of leader.

I am in complete and utter shock when she methodically and pragmatically places the object on one of my nipples, and sealing it with a circular sticker. She then does the same for the other one.

“Initiating stimulation.” She says – I begin to refer to her as the assistant in my head. I let out a voiceless scream when the object starts to vibrate slightly. The gentle hum on my chest causes a warm, tingly feeling to pool in my stomach.

“Heart rate increases.” remarks the assistant, “Serum dopamine and norepinephrine levels are rising.” What…

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” says the kind one and looks at me warmly, letting her eyes cascade over my body.

My pink nipples tighten under the vibrating metal as the sensation increase, and the magnet is throbbing fiercely over my chest.

“Vibration increased to fifty-percent capacity.” Says the assistant. “Responses are as expected. Her climax is steadily building.”

“Very well.” Says the leader, who appeared out of nowhere. She raises her hand, clad with a latex glove. She lowers her head and searches between my legs, my cheeks flush at having the most intimate part of me so closely examined. I am shocked as she gently dips her gloved index finger to my entrance, a thread of wetness stretches from my core to her finger. I am so sensitive from the stimulation on my breasts that her touch, although feather-light and barely there, causes me to shiver and curl my toes. I want more of it.

“She’s almost there. Let’s wrap it up.” The assistant suggests, and the leader nods. The magnets begin to vibrate so violently, I am afraid they will shoot off me. I arch my back helplessly as I feel a tight, phantom thread connecting my breasts to my core. I have never come without clitoral stimulation, but the sensation beginning at my breasts pulls at my body, making my clit throb without anything touching it. The warmth pools and builds in my stomach, and I notice the kind one drawing soothing circles on my bare shoulders.

When I look up at her, our eyes connect and she says, “It’s okay. You can come.”

Her reassurance sends me over the edge. I arch my back; my eyes roll. My toes curl and I claw at the restraints. I let out a deep, guttural moan and shut my eyes, as I let pleasure seize my body. I feel the wetness coating my core, dripping between my thighs.

The leader approaches me, examines my flushed, heaving body. She is scribbling some notes on her writing board.

“First experiment is complete.” The assistant remarks. “Initiating the second experiment.”

I am barely able to recover from my orgasm as my legs are being spread further apart. The kind one smooths my hair as the assistant places another metal object over my clit.

As soon as it starts to throb, I come without warning, my body still hypersensitive from the first climax, my aching clit eagerly waited for contact.

“Well, that didn’t take too long.” The assistant notes and seems almost bored and unimpressed with my reactions. 

“We are almost done.” Says the kind one, pressing a tissue to my forehead, patting the beads of sweat collected above my brows.

“Subject is responsive to nipple and clitoral stimulation.” Says the leader. “Initiating the first stage of the third and final experiment.” First stage? How many are there? What do these creatures have in store for me?

I hear a machine buzzing somewhere in the background. I look down at my wrecked, pleasure-torn body. Over the dark curls between my legs, I see a blunt object made from silicone, attached to a metal rod to a device in front of me. In one moment, the three objects on my body – two on my nipples, and one on my clit – begin to vibrate all at once, in the maximal intensity. I gasp. I am so sensitive, I feel like my body is a live wire, zapping everything that comes into contact with it. I look up, my mouth hangs open, as I feel the silicone object probing at my entrance. No… I want to plea. This is too much. I feel exposed, raw, and violated. And having an object pushed inside of my body feels like a dangerous line. But another voice in me craves it. Another voice is begging to be filled. To be fucked.

“Initiating the second stage.” The object smoothly breaches my wet entrance, my inner walls are welcoming it, tightening around it.

“I told you we won’t need any lube.” The assistant says to the kind one.

It goes further in, until it is fully inside of me. I inhale sharply, and scream when the object not only vibrates, but moves in and out.

My arousal drips between my legs, coating my inner thighs and backside. My eyes widen as this device touches my G-stop, and I feel like I may come again, or maybe, like I never stopped coming at all. I indulge in this blissful torture, and part of me doesn’t want it to end.

“She’s ready.” The leader says, and the assistant presses a button on the machine. Another silicone object, which is no bigger than my pinky finger, and with a rounded tip, makes its way towards me. I gasp. Where do they intend on… no.

The kind one notices my horror and lowers her face to mine. “It’s okay. Deep breathes. Do not resist it.” I shake my head violently as the new objects probs my ass, nudges at my tight hole. “Please.” She pleads. “It will be worse if you fight it.” She caresses my cheek, while the assistant squirts a clear, slimy substance over the plug. “It felt good until now, right?” She tries to soothe me. “Take a deep breath.” I panic, look around me. I have no choice but to surrender, to yield my body for these creatures to use. I have to survive this. The kind one continues to hold my face, so I nod, close my eyes and inhale deeply.

“Initiating the third and final stage.”

When I exhale, the plug advances inside my body, in tune with my breath. Each time I exhale, my body relaxes, and welcomes the plug further in. “You’re doing so good.” She praises me. “I am proud of you.” She says, lets go of my face and returns to stand by me. I close my eyes, and when I open them, I see that around the tall ceiling of the room I am in, there is a wide, short window. I can barely make out the turquoise heads on the other side of it. When all of the objects on top of and inside my body begin to vibrate and pump in unison, I arch my back and moan. I can hardly process that I am being watched as my body is attacked with pleasure from all fronts. The objects on my nipples vibrate, as well as the metal on my clit. The silicone dildo inside of me is thrumming and fucking me. The plug in my ass is throbbing, stimulating me in a way I never felt before. And for a moment, I lock eyes with one of the characters watching me. I cannot make out its face, but I see the glimmer of his eyes, his tall and muscular build, and a crown shaped objects atop of his head.

I feel my body blooms and expands into something it has never been before. Threads of pleasure are tugging at my breasts. My clit. My cunt. My ass. The machine is vehemently fucking me now. My small breasts are shaking up and down, to the pace of the machine. I am moaning uncontrollably, making voices I never made, that I barely recognize. My hands are shaking, aching to claw at something, as something breaks inside of me. All my pleasure centers are colliding with each other as I inhale and scream. My eyes widen in shock, my legs are shaking, my core muscles harden as a blinding orgasm claims me. I feel like I am coming for several minutes, as each part of my body milks it to the end, the machine and the plug are fucking me through it. Something sprays from my core onto the machine, barely missing the assistant standing near it.

I just squirted. I should be embarrassed. Mortified, even. But I can’t muster the energy to feel. I am too exhausted. I let my heavy eyelids rest as my body recovers. I cannot know for sure, but based on the touch, I believe it is the kind one that is gently removing the devices from my body, carefully removing the magnets from my nipples and my clit, and gently pulling at the dildo inside of me. The plug is the last to go. “Take a deep breath, and release it slowly.” She requests. I do as she says, and when I exhale, she slowly removes the plug from my ass.

“All three stages of the experiments are complete. The subject is responsive to simultaneous nipple, clitoral, vaginal and anal stimulation.” The leader declares, and I hear the distant sound of clapping. “Yohri, clean her and get her to her room.” She orders.

The kind one – whose name is apparently Yohri – releases my hands and legs from the restraints. She helps me to straighten up, and swiftly covers my body with a soft, white robe. She pulls my arms through the sleeves and ties it over my chest. “put your arms around my neck,” She asks, and when I loop my arms around her, she effortlessly picks me up from the bed, carrying me. I was right, she is so much taller than me. Taller than most men I know. I look down at her chest and sheer garments. Her body is soft and luscious, and I rest my head over her large breasts. I close my eyes, finding myself nuzzling at her neck.

I am so tired that I feel like I’m dreaming when she removes my robe, and I hear a faint sound of water running. The warm, clean current glides over my hair and face. I am seated in what feels like a tub, as Yohri gently lathers and shampoos my hair. She washes it tenderly, then brushes the long, dark strands. Finally, she lifts me to stand and cleans my body with a sponge, cleaning me thoroughly. My body shivers as she swiftly rubs at my sensitive nipples, my core and my ass. She closes the tap, dries me with a towel, and raises my hands to pull a silky, soft nightgown over my body. Yohri carries me again, laying me gently on the softest bed I’ve ever laid in.

“You can rest now.” She said, smoothing my hair and securing it behind my ear. “Tomorrow will also be… eventful. So sleep well.” She says, and I can feel her weight coming off of the matters. I want to ask her what is happening. What is this strange experiment. Who are those people watching me, and what do they have in store for me.

But my eyes give out, my mind is shutting down, and I let sleep carry me away.

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I dream of being watched.

I lay on a bed, my arms and legs are tied. My thighs are spread apart. Rows upon rows of people are in front of me. I can’t make out their faces. Their curious gazes are hidden in the shadows.

But I am not.

A ruthless spotlight shines on my exposed body. I cannot see them. But they can see every curve, every dimple, ever freckle on my body. They can see the wet folds between my legs. My swollen clit.

I am being flipped over, my body is molded to a table-top pose, as a strange but familiar machine probs my entrance. As it fucks me without warning, I wake up.

My heart is pounding. My forehead is slick with sweat. I look down upon my body, recognizing the sheer, white night gown Yohri dressed me in last night. I scan the room around me, realizing I fell asleep before I was able to notice my surroundings.

The room is oval, white, and dimly lit. In its center is the huge, round bed I fell asleep in. To my right is a tub – I’m assuming the one Yohri bathed me in. In front of the bed is a small, round table with two chairs. To my left is a window, covered in thick, grey curtains.

I walk towards it and set them aside, and instead of the familiar skies and sun I see void. Dark, endless void, dotted with countless shimmering stars.

I remember. I have been abducted. I am in space.

“Good, you are awake.” The soft voice jolts me, and I turn around to see Yohri. Instead of the sheer medical gown she wore yesterday, she wears a simple, white dress, that is still sheer – nonetheless. “How did you sleep?”

“I…” I stammer. As I tug my hair behind my ear, I feel a strange object attached to my ear, almost like an ear bud. “What is this?”

“Oh,” Yohri makes her way towards me. “This device rewires your brain to understand and speak our language.”

My lips part. “I am not speaking English?” Yohri shakes her head.

I return to the bed, trying to register all of this. “I know this is a lot to process.” She says. “But I think I have something that will make you feel better.” She says, somewhat excitedly, and exits the room. A few moments later, she returns, a tray in her hand. The delicious aroma of fresh coffee hits me, as well as the sugary scent of baked goods.

“Coffee and pancakes.” She explains, setting the mug and the plate on the table. “We know this is your favorite breakfast. I am so shocked, I freeze. “Come on, don’t let it get cold.” She urges me, making her way towards me and guiding me to the table. When I sip my coffee for the first time, I almost chuckle. This would be normal, if it wasn’t so strange. I am having coffee and breakfast with an alien in space.

 “You have a big day today.” She says carefully, “You’ll need energy.”

“What’s happening today?” I ask, and almost moan when I take my first bite of the pancake. It is divine.

“His Highness, King Aelkal, wishes to meet you.”

I stop mid-bite. “You have a king?” I ask.

“Yes.” She nods. “King Aelkal has been our king for the past thirty years. He is known for his strength, determination and unrelenting intelligence.” She explains. “He is the most loved king we have had in generations. He has been searching the galaxies, conducting cutting edge experiments and research to find the most compatible species for our people, which will hopefully promote prosperity and affluence for all of us.”

“What does this have to do with me?” I wonder. “He already… experimented with me. Will all of it be like this?”

“I don’t know.” She answers honestly. “But do not worry. King Aelkal is compassionate and kind. And he appointed me to ensure you are cared for in-between experiments.”

I swallow, trying not to let my anxious mind take over. I finish what is left from my breakfast, while another character enters the room.

“Yohri,” She says. It’s the leader. She wears a simple, black dress – sheer, of course. Today, her hair is tied in a tight braid. She is taller than Yohri – must be about two and a half meters, at least. Her body is hard and rigid like her personality, and I can see the outline of her abs and her round breasts beneath her gown.

“Amira,” Says Yohri. So that is her name.

“It’s time.” Amira says.

Yohri takes a deep breath and nodes. She takes my hand, sending me a stern, yet loving look.

“You will be okay. I’ll wait for you when it’s all finished. Okay?” She says. I gulp, fighting the tears stinging my eyes. I don’t want to be apart from my only ally in this situation. But I have no choice, as Yohri lets go of my hand, and her loving touch is replaced by Amira’s cold and pragmatic grasp. She drags me away from the table, and we exit the room to an endless hallway.

There are no decorations or furniture, just a never-ending row of closed rooms, all look the same, with door signs showing characters I initially don’t recognize, but the strange device in my ear buzzes, and I see them transform into the numbers I know.

After what feels like forever, we turn right. She pulls out a ring from her finger and presses it to the door in front of us. The door opens to reveal an empty room – except for the small package in its center. The floor is padded with a pristine, white rug.

“Get in.” Amira orders. I start to breathe heavily. I have a feeling she will not be as patient as Yohri. Cautiously, I slowly enter the room. Somehow, the room being completely empty – save from that package – makes it all the more terrifying.

Amira stands behind me, about ninety centimeters taller than me. She undoes the knot tying my nightgown on my back, and lets it drop to the floor, leaving me completely naked before her. Chills run down my spine, from the cold air, and from the unknown future that awaits me.

Amira bends over and picks up the box. I attempt to look over my shoulders, but Amira catches my head immediately, and redirects it forward. “Do not move.”

She removes the lid from the carton box, and then I hear the sound of leather. I hear a bell ringing. What the…

“Arms out.” She instructs. I do as she says, extending my arms out to the side of me. I notice Amira methodically ties the leather around my body, lining my breasts, my stomach, and my thighs. Almost like a… harness. A head piece is placed on my head, and Amira secures it behind my ears. My look is complete with a collar she binds around my neck, and in its center, is a small, silver bell. I spot a mirror, in the corner of the room. Curious, I attempt to walk towards it, but my neck is yanked backwards.

Amira clicks her tongue and walks in front of me, and to my horror, I see that the collar on my neck is attached to a leash.

I gulp. I have a feeling that whatever I’m about to endure today will be much more violating than yesterday’s experiment.

“You do not move unless asked to.” Amira berates me, and just when I thought this could not get much worse, she says, “Sit on your hands and knees.”

My eyes widen in shock. Isn’t this humiliating enough? “Please…” I beg.

“This is the king’s order. Out of my control.” She barks. When I freeze in shock, she yells, “Sit!” and smacks my back.

I groan in pain, crumbling to the floor, placing both of my hands on the rug in front of me. When I settle into position, I feel my pussy and backside spreading.

I was not ready to feel Amira’s cold, bear finger, probing at my back entrance.

“You proved yesterday that you are able to handle anal penetration.” She remarks. “Stop fretting.” I hear her squirting something on her finger, and she begins to spread the cold gel around my skin. Although she was impatient with me, Amria takes her time prepping me, pressing her finger gently, and inserting it only when my breathing evens. “Relax.” She orders, pushing her finger deeper. I bite my teeth to stifle a moan, as I find this unexpected stretch to be filling and pleasant. She probs and massages my inner walls gently, pushing and pulling her finger. When she retracts her finger completely, I almost groan in frustration.

Amira snickers, and presses a different finger to my core. I didn’t notice how soaked I am. “Looks like you don’t hate it that much.”

She then presses a piece of plastic to my core. “Deep breath.” She orders. I obey. “Breathe out.” When I exhale, she pushes the plug inside of me. A sense of fullness takes control of me, and suddenly, I fight the urge to finger myself, to feel this delicious stretch in my cunt as well.

Once the plug is pushed all the way through, I am shocked when I feel a fuzzy fabric, brushing against my ass and thighs. As I try to stand up, Amira presses her foot to my back.

“You are asked to walk on all fours until explicitly allows otherwise.”

Amira tugs at my leash. My leash – these words don’t even sound real in my head. She guides me to the mirror I tried to walk towards earlier. When I see myself, I stop breathing.

My body is tied in a black, leather harness. Around my neck is a collar with a bell, attached to a leather leash. On my head are two fuzzy, animal ears. I turn around, crawling, and I see a tail-shaped but plug, hanging from my backside.

I look at Amira’s expression. She looks smug, as if she’s taking pleasure in my helplessness. “This attire fits you.” She mocks. “Now, you are ready. Remember, you walk on all fours.”

She grabs my leash, and we leave the room. She’s walking in front of me, while I’m crawling behind her. The long hallway is not cushioned, and my knees are bruising on the hard, marble floor.

After what feels like eternity, we turn left, and enter another room. This time, it is spacious and dark. I look up, and the being I see draws all my attention to it, as if nothing else exists in his room but him. He is sat on an extravagant chair. His skin is a luxurious turquoise, glistening in duo-chrome shades. His ruthless eyes are bright gold, and are framed with thick lashes and severe eyebrows. He has a strong nose, a sharp jaw covered with a well-kept, navy beard. His hair is shoulder length, navy as well, with a few white stripes in it. The pristine, gold crown on his head is studded with countless rainbow-colored gems and rhinestones.

His build is massive. He is shirtless, large pecks and defined abs on display. But he wears a gold belt around his waist, attached to a sheer cloth, somewhat covering his manhood.

This is the most magnificent being I have ever seen in my life. I feel small and humbled just by looking at him.

“King Aelkal.” Amira says and bows deeply.

“Amira.” He replies, his voice is powerful, deep and mighty.

Three people stand on each side of the king’s throne – three males on one side, and three females on the other. They all wear thick, gold jewelry on their ears, around their necks, as belts and bracelets. Their bodies are barely covered, with the males only wearing a sheer skirt around their midsection, and the females wearing the same, as well as loose cloths on their breasts. As expected, everything is sheer, and their bodies are fully on display.

“You are excused.” Says a male near Aelkal. Amira drops my leash, nods, curtseys, and leaves the room.

A chilling silence spreads throughout the room. Although Amira was stern and cruel, she was still a familiar presence, and not having her in the room feels all the more terrifying.

“Alice Thorn. Please, stand up.” The king orders. Hearing my name in his all-commanding voice sends chills down my spine.

I swallow and obey, highly aware of my naked state. Although, it does help that no one is really clothed around here. 

“I have read that you responded spectacularly to yesterday’s experiment.” What? If screaming and squirming means I responded spectacularly so… I guess I did.

“I…” I say, not knowing how to respond. “Thank you.”

A small smirk spreads across his lips. “Yesterday was a preliminary experiment, intended to examine the limits of your body, in order to ensure that future experiments will not risk your physical and mental health. Seeing as you… thoroughly enjoyed yesterday’s ministrations…” He pauses, and releases a dark chuckle. “I gave my approval to move forward with the second experiment, one that is particularly fascinating to me.” He locks eyes with me, and I fight the urge to look away. Instead, I manage to hold his gaze.

“Animals.” He begins. “Pets.” Aelkal stands up from his seat. I almost gulp when he straightens, his ginormous manhood protruding underneath his sheer skirt. I force myself to look at his face. “For centuries, you humans have lived side by side with animals. Domesticating them, making them your pets.” He explains, and begins to walk slowly around his throne. “I have always wondered, how different are humans from their pets? Can humans be domesticated? Reduced to their most basic needs?” I freeze. “Taught to please, to serve, to be rewarded for good behavior, and punished for bad behavior?”

The males and female besides him chuckle, like they know what’s in store.

“You are not the subject of today’s experiment.” He announces. “Bring him in.”

Frantic, I look beside me. Through a different door than the one I entered, emerges a tall, alien female, holding a leash.

My stomach drops.

Behind her, crawls a man. A human man. He has olive skin and short, black hair. His body is also wrapped in a leather harness, completely naked, like me. Brown animal ears are attached to his head. He is fairly muscular, from what I can see, but not nearly as huge as the males and females in front of us.

He doesn’t look up. When they round the corner, I see the fuzzy tail over his backside.

“Alice, sit down.” Aelkal commands.

I drop to my knees, and then on all fours, without thinking.

“This is Paul. He is also of the human species.” I turn my gaze to him, horrified to see his face completely blank. And broken. He still hasn’t lifted his gaze to me. “We have been domesticating Paul for the past two months. He has shown great improvement in executing tasks for rewards.” Aelkal smirks, begins to march towards us.

I shake. As the king steps closer, his size and height are truly overpowering. He stops, maintaining a fair distance between us. “Paul, this is Alice. My new pet.” He says, and Paul slowly lifts his head towards me. He has stunning hazel eyes. On a different scenario, in a different life, I may have been attracted to him. Approached him in a bar. But this… “You can look at her, smell her if you want.”

Still on his hands and knees, Paul begins to circle me. I feel his hot gaze on my breasts and my stomach. My exposed core and the plug in my ass.

I gasp when Paul actually inhales deeply, as if savoring my scent.

“Paul has a very high libido.” Says the king, matter-of-factly. “And he has been denied release for the past two weeks.” Oh my god.

The king may as well throw me into a cage with hungry wolves.

“So we are going to push Paul’s willpower and discipline over the edge.” He moves closer to Paul, and places his obscenely large hand over his chest. “Paul, if you are able to make Alice cum, you will be allowed to fuck her.”

My eyes widen, my jaw hangs open.

Being played and teased with toys is one thing. Being subjected to sex with some guy I don’t know is something else. I can’t do it. I won’t do it. As I try to get up and run, Paul tackles me to the floor, and pins my wrists above my hand. I squirm beneath him, but he is still much stronger and bigger than me. His look is completely predatory, and I don’t think he is going to give a damn about my pleasure. About my well-being.

With his legs, he spreads mine apart. His hot breath tickling my ear as I writhe.

I am caught of guard when he gently presses a kiss to my neck. What…

Paul kisses his way down my body, softly pressing his lips to the tips of my breasts, my naval, and my lower stomach.

My breath hitches when he spreads my knees apart, and hungerly examines my core. I feel his breath on my hot skin, and without warning, he presses his face to my pussy.

Paul groans with pleasure as he devours me. No soft touches or exploratory laps of the tongue – no. His mouth sucks my clit fiercely, and his tongue drawing circles around it.

Either Paul really wants to fuck me, or he is really into eating pussy. He spreads my knees further, attacking my core with warm licks and nibbles. I release a series of breathy moans, as I look up and see Aelkal back in his seat. My eyes trail his unearthly strong body, and my gaze travels down so see him leisurely stroking his cock. Up and down.

We lock eyes, and he smiles smugly. “He is hungry for you, isn’t he, pet?” He muses.

I try to answer, but Paul is now alternating between sucking and gently biting my clit. I moan, and both Paul and Aelkal seem to devour it, Paul picking up his pace, and Aelkal pleasuring himself faster.

Warm heat begins to pool in my belly. I recognize this feeling as my eyes roll back. I am steadily moving towards climax. Without thinking, my hands drift past my stomach, to my breasts. I roll my nipples between my fingers, pinching them and squeezing them. My head drops backwards as I moan uncontrollably. They are still sensitive from yesterday.

Paul’s eyes are closed, but Aelkal is captivated, his gaze not leaving my hands, exploring and teasing my body. Paul’s tongue darts out inside of me, and the surprising sensation almost sends me over the edge. He sucks my clit again, and I lift my head to see him – his head buried between my thighs, my nipples tight and hard, Aelkal stroking his cock behind us – I explode. I moan so loudly, it sounds like I’m screaming, and Paul licks me through it, milking my orgasm until the feeling of his lips on my clit is almost too much.

I heave, laying on my forearms on the hard floor. As I recover from my climax, I see Paul sending a hopeful gaze to Aelkal, who seem to understand his voiceless plea.

“Good boy.” He praises. “You have completed your task. Once I give the order, you will be allowed to fuck Alice however you please, until you come.”

Paul is practically salivating next to me. I see his thick cock jutting out proudly, shimmering pre-cum accumulated on its tip.

I gulp as terror washes over me. I was so caught up in pleasure, I forgot this is the next part. How could I have been so foolish? I could have avoided the orgasm, denying climax until they release the two of us. 

“However,” Aelkal raises a finger. “You are to stop immediately and back away after your orgasm.”

Paul sits on his knees, eagerly waiting the king’s order.

“You may begin.”

Once again. Paul tackles me. I try to fight him off, but my efforts are futile. He lays on top of me while I am on my stomach, uses his wait to restrain me. His strong hand reaches between my legs, collects the moisture, and spreads it over cock.

No, this isn’t happening…

Paul spreads my knees with his own, and I feel his rock-hard length touching my entrance. I prepare my body for the worst pain imaginable as he penetrates me with one, brutal, stroke.

But I don’t feel any pain.

Inside, I feel overwhelming fullness. The plug in my ass, with Paul’s impressive length – this is the sensation I’ve been craving in that room with Amira.

Paul thrusts violently. He pumps his cock in and out of me. I try to lift myself off of the hard floor, and he lets me, hoisting me on all fours while he is on his knees, fucking me from behind like a crazed animal.

I have no choice but to moan. Paul is also grunting, filling the room with the sexual sounds of his skin on mine, our combined grunts and moans of pleasure. He grabs my hair, arches my back for a deeper angle.

He is screaming every time he thrusts. His movements are even more chaotic now, and I sense him getting close. In a rare moment of tenderness, he interlaces our fingers together, and I squeeze his hand as I welcome his final thrust. His own back arches as he releases an animalistic growl. I feel his warm seed filling me, dripping onto my inner thighs and backside.

We are both breathing hard. He takes a step back, disconnects from my body.

“Very good.” Says Aelkal. “Paul, you are free to go. On all fours, of course. Alice, please wait until Amira arrives for you.”

I try to breath, and send a friendly look to Paul. He locks eyes with me. I want to say, we made it. We’re okay. But instead, he launches himself on me, tackling me to the floor. On my back, he pushes his cock inside of me –

“No! “ yells Aelkal. “Bad. Bad boy.” In a moment, all six of his cronies are grabbing Paul as he screams and thrashes. I shake, unable to move, to process what he did.

It’s unpleasant to see. Paul is taken away, and I remain seated on the floor, waiting for Amira.

A warm, large hand cups my cheek. I look up, and see Aelkal. I didn’t notice the tears streaming down my face. “He will pay for this, pet. This will not go unpunished.” He reassures me, and Amira emerges from the door.

“Your Highness.” Amira greets.

“Amira, you know what to do.” He says, turns his back to the both of us, and returns to his seat.

Amira takes my leash, and I follow her absentmindedly, replaying everything that took place. Not only does my knees hurt from crawling, an embarrassing trail of cum drips from my core to my feet.

She leads me to a room we haven’t visited yet.

My head is spiraling. A strange man just went down on me, fucked me, and tried to… I can’t even say it. Shivers run down my spine.

But I have no time to process my emotions as Amira opens the door and I see the room in front of me.

The room is medium sized. It has a small tub, with a shelf containing some shower products, a large animal bed with soft pillows, and two empty dog bowls.

I almost sigh with relief when I see regular a bathroom, with a regular toilet.

“For this experiment, you will spend the next 24 hours as my pet. After the 24 hours are complete, you will be free to rest and recover with Yohri for another 24 hours. After that, you will return to being me pet again. Understood?”

I whiten, and my stomach drops. “How…” I stammer. “How long will this continue?”

“Until the king wishes to advance to the next experiment.”

Oh my god.

Amira stares at me, seemingly apathic to my horrified expression. “You will do exactly as I say. You are not to respond unless I ask you a question. Behave, or else I’ll order you to communicate in barking only.”

I shake. It takes every bit of willpower to nod.

“Good. First order of business – shower. Do not think I didn’t notice you are practically dripping with cum.” I flush. It’s not like it’s my fault, I want to argue. It’s not like I asked for it. “Get in the tub.”

I crawl towards the porcelain tub, one leg at a time.

“Stay on all fours.” She commands. After removing my harness and leash, she takes the shower head from the wall and turns the water on, and practically hoses me with it. I shut my eyes as the water gets into my eyes, mouths and nostrils. She sprays my back with the ruthless stream, starting at my shoulder blades and moving along my spine, until she reaches my lower back. My breath hitches when the water reach my ass and pussy, and I try to exhale as quietly as possible.

“Stand up.” She orders, and I stand. She sprays my entire body with the shower head, so unlike Yohri’s delicate movements when she bathed me yesterday. Amira takes a shower loofah, squirts some soap on it, and begins to roughly rub my body, cleaning every part of me with one, sloppy stroke. “Spread your legs apart,” she asks, cleaning my pussy with the same tender and care she showed for my shoulders or my arms. “Turn around.” She asks, and does the same for my other side. There is nothing sexual about this shower.

After she dries me with a towel, Amira wraps my harness around me again, and connects it to my leash. She drags me to the two bowls near the wall, and fills one with water, one with something that looks like… dog food.

I turn my head to her with a pleading look. She is completely unbothered by it, and stands proudly with her hands crossed over her chest. “On your left are regular water. On your right is modified pet food, made maximally palatable to humans. While you are a pet, you are only to eat and drink from your bowls. However, you are allowed to take care of your personal business in the regular bathroom. But you will need to crawl there.”

I sniff the food suspiciously, and it smells… amazing. My stomach instantly rumbles, and I feel the need to stick my head in the bowl and devour it until it’s gone.

A part of me wants to resist this humiliation. Fight Amira. Demand that this madness stops.

A different part of me doesn’t care anymore, to just take it one day at a time.

And the deepest part of me is excited. Thrilled. For being cared for. Fed. Bathed. No thoughts or worries. No responsibilities. Just… being someone’s pet.

I gobble my food until there are no crumbs left. It’s not easy, but I am able to drink all my water too, without using my hands. While I eat and drink, Amira pats my back, and scratches behind my ears. It’s not unpleasant. I’m almost disappointed every time she stops.  

Without the distraction of eating, I notice that my limbs are painful and stiff from crawling. The gravity of today weighs me down, and I yawn, unable to cover my mouth with both of my hands on the floor.

“You may rest.” Amira says, and points to the dog bed next to me. I turn my head towards it, carefully crawling onto it. For a small animal, this bed is huge. But even for a shorter woman like myself, I can only fit my legs if I lie down in a fetal position.

But I obey. There is no point in arguing. Besides, the day is almost over. Even if I sleep fitfully, I’ll be back in my human sized bed soon.

So I close my eyes. And I sleep.

***

I feel like I’m floating. I hear metal clacking around me, and my limbs are folded in uncomfortable ways. When I open my eyes, I see darkness complete darkness. This feels like a dream, but when I reach my arm out, I feel metals bars surrounding me.

Like I’m in a cage.

Frantic, I try to straighten up, my head bumps with the bars above me. I can only remain in the curled position I fell asleep in, or sit on all fours. I feel thick fabric on the other side of the cage, and after a few moments of panicking, I hear a zipper.

Bright lights breech my dark space. Instinctively, I scramble backwards, my back hits the cold metal.

“Alice, come out.” I recognize Amira’s voice. “No need to panic. You are at the vet, and you will get your first medical examination.”

Oh my god.

What have I gotten myself into?   

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Horrified, I take in the two characters in front of me. Amira is standing, crossing her arms as usual. Next to her is a male I do not know – turquoise skin, thick eyebrows, short grey and navy hair. He over his masculine chest, he wears a white coat – and nothing else.

I blush. I wonder when I’ll get used to the nudity around here.

“Come out, little pet.” He says, his voice is warm and stern. “Don’t be scared. I just want to quickly examine you to ensure you are happy and healthy.”

When I don’t respond, Amira yanks my leash and drags me forward. I gulp and look around me nervously. I am sat on a cold, metal table. Around me are creams, solutions, needles and other medical tools I don’t necessarily recognize.

“This is Dr. Revo, and for this session, he is also your master. You listen to him and me. Understood?” Amira says, lowers her head to meet my gaze.

I gulp and nod helplessly.

“You may sit normally.” Says Dr. Revo. As I straighten and sit on my backside, the plug – which I almost forgot about – pushes further into me. I shiver and bite my lip, and I try to resist the urge to lift myself and relieve some of this tension.

Dr. Revo pulls out a small flashlight and directs it to my eyes. He grabs my chin as he examines my pupils. “Stick out your tongue for me.” He orders. My tongue darts out as he checks my throat and tongue. “Everything looks good.” He concludes.

He then takes his statoscope and presses it to the center of my chest. I inhale sharply, the cool object taking me by surprise. I’m embarrassed as my nipples harden, and fight the need to cross my legs. “Take a deep breath.” He orders, and I inhale, then exhale. “Lungs sound healthy. Heart rate is a bit high. I assume your little pet is excited.” He remarks, ending his statement with a sly smile.

Amira smirked back. “She is. She seems to enjoy this type of treatment.”

“So she’s going to love this next part. On your hands and knees, please.” He asks, and I settle into this now-familiar position. Dr. Revo nears me, and thoroughly scans every part of me with his gaze, moving his head as he explores me. Feeling his hot breath on my skin, I have a growing need for him to touch me.

“My records say she responds well to all forms of erogenous stimulation.” He notes, and Amira grunts her agreement. “How long has she been plugged?” he asks, gently pressing his hand to my tailbone. I shiver.

“Eleven hours.”

So that’s how long I’ve been in this role play. That means I only have thirteen to go.

“That’s quite a lot.” He remarks. “Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart, and release it slowly.” I do as he says, and I already know what’s about to happen. When I breathe out, he slowly pulls the butt plug from my body. I feel relief, but also… emptiness. “Make sure you don’t plug her for more twelve hours.” He tells Amira, and she nods.

Dr. Revo places his large hands on my ass cheeks and begins to massage them, pressing at different pressure points and making me want to moan. “How does this feel?” He asks.

I look at Amira, seeking her approval. I don’t want to break her rules.

“You may answer, pet.”

“It…” I take a deep breath. It feels like forever since I last spoke. “Feels nice.” I confess.

“Good.” He says, spreading my cheeks. The unexpected exposer surprises me, especially when his finger probes around my hole and he examines it with his flashlight. “Lovely. Everything looks good.” I swallow. He continues to draw circles around my hole, and I almost want him to… no. I have just had a plug inside of me for eleven hours. What is wrong with me?

“Look at her cunt.” Amira comments, nodding her head towards my core. I feel myself getting hot and slick. 

“Happily, but this isn’t a good angle.” He replies. “Sit up, like you sat before.” I obey and sit on my butt, ensuring my legs are crossed. “Spread your legs, sweetheart. Let me take a good look.”

I look between him and Amira. I know I have no choice. Slowly, I pull my knees apart from each other.

Dr. Revo is not satisfied with my position. “Lean back on your forearms.” I do as he says, and let my knees hover on the edge of the table. The most intimate part of me is fully on display.

And in direct line to Dr. Revo’s cock.

His gloved hand brushes over my pubic hair for a moment. I’ve been craving this touch so much that I close my eyes. He carefully spreads my folds, his hand trailing around my vulva.

“Look, Amira.” He invites her to look as he lift the hood above my clit, and I bite my lips. So close… “They are not so different from us after all.” He muses, and Amira hums in agreement. “Human females are also sensitive here.” He presses his index finger to my clit, and I hiss.

“She’s soaking wet.” Amira remarks. I open my eyes and look down. It is so dirty, yet so… invigorating to have my pussy completely exposed for two strangers, have them stare at it, touch it, explore it… fuck it.

Dr. Revo gently dips his hand inside my wetness, exploring my entrance. My pussy makes a gushing sound as he moves. “Pussy seems healthy, self-lubricating and responsive to stimulation.” He notes. “Let’s make sure everything is okay inside, and you’ll be good to go.” He says. I am desperate to feel his finger inside of me, and I whimper when he positions his large hand over my mound, and inserts his gloved middle finger deep into my core. It’s so much thicker and longer than a human finger. He makes a “come here” motions, probing my inner walls and hitting my G-spot. My eyes roll back, wishing for him to thrust his hand and do it again.

I almost groan in frustration when he stays stationary. “Everything seems well inside.” He says, keeping his finger inside of me, but not moving. I bite my lip, patiently waiting for some movement. Some friction. But instead, Dr. Revo remains still.

I try to shift my weight on my forearms, make it look like I’m just switching position, when in reality… I’m fucking Dr. Revo’s hand. It could have been discreet, but my desperate moan of pleasure definitely gave me away. Feeling his finger his so deep… It was just right.

“Looks like your little pet is eager.” Dr. Revo nods toward the hand that wears me like a glove. “Is she in heat?” He asks, somewhat smugly.

“Could be. She’s been a horny mess since she arrived.” Amira answers, and raises a disapproving brow at me.

“When was her last release?” He asks, presses his other hand to my breast and pinches my nipple without warning. I whimper.

“This morning.”

Dr. Revo chuckles. “You have a pretty insatiable pet…” He comments, alternating between pinching and massaging my tortured breast. “Do you want to come again, sweetheart?”

I nod.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my finger?” he asks, pressing his finger deeper, making my toes curl, heat and excitement blooms inside my belly.

I nod again.

“No.” Amira’s voice is so cold and ruthless, I know there is no point of arguing with her. I feel tears prickling behind my eyes. I wanted this so badly. “We can’t spoil her too much. You want to cum, pet, you cum like an animal.”

I swallow.

“Dr. Revo, would you mind sitting at your desk?” Amira asks, and Dr. Revo presses his lips together and grins as he makes his way to his chair. Amira grabs me by the armpits and gently puts me on the floor.

“Crawl to him.”

I stare at my shaking hands on the floor, swallowing hard. As I’m crawling, I feel my arousal spreading between my thighs, growing wetter and wetter.

“Good pet.” Amira pets my head and scratches behind my ears. I shiver – I find myself craving touch, any kind of touch. Even this simple gesture makes my heart pound and my cheeks flush.

“Climb on Dr. Revo’s leg.” She orders, the strange demand caught me off guard.

Slowly, I clime on his strong, muscular leg. His thigh is wider than my entire body. I blush as my wetness is dragging along his thigh with my movements. I carefully lift my gaze, can’t ignore his hard cock any longer. I’m hovering over it, close enough to see its curves and ridges, its veins and shiny head.

I lick my lips as I feel an odd desire to put it in my mouth.

“You may cum, pet, by humping Dr. Revo’s pet.” Amira announces, circling me and the doctor, like a predator watching its prey. “You may not touch your clit, pussy, or any other part of you with your hands.”

I’ve never… I don’t know if that’s possible. I never came using only friction. I scrunch my brows, daring to look at Dr. Revo.

His handsome face sends me a reassuring smile, and he reaches out to smooth my hair behind my ears. “It’s okay. It’ll will feel good, I promise.”

I swallow. This is so embarrassing… but I want to come so badly. But my body is so sensitive from all the teasing, that climax does not seem that out of reach.

I brace myself, steadying my hands on Dr. Revo’s hard stomach. I push my body forward, and the unexpected friction from his rough leg hits my clit just right, that my head drops backwards as I release a shaky moan.

“Like that.” Says Dr. Revo, continues to pet and scratch my head, adding to the sensations.

So I do that again.

I feel my clit swell while I’m dragging my pussy on his skin, doing what I need to do with out shame. I hump Dr. Revo’s leg like an untamed animal, and I don’t mind one bit. I only care about one thing.

Dr. Revo’s relaxes in his seat, putting both arms on the arm rest and leaning backwards, making me use his body for my pleasure. His proud cock is jutting out, practically begging to be touched – but I don’t dare to do something I wasn’t given permission to do.

As I moan and writhe on his leg, I curiously turn my head towards Amira. I expect to find her smirking mockingly, making a snide comment. But I am shocked as I see her full lips parted, her bedroom eyes half-closed. She lazily massages her breast in one hand. I watch her, mesmerized as her other hand snakes across her stomach, and lands on her wet pussy when she stands a bit wider, dipping her finger inside of her and drops her head back in pleasure.

Now I’m the one smirking. I’m not the only one who’s eager.

While she pleasures herself, Amira makes her way towards us. She sits on her knees, next to the doctor’s other leg, and wraps a turquoise hand around Dr. Revo’s cock.

My lips part in shock.

The doctor makes a low, sexy sound as she pleasures him and herself.

“I want to thank you…” She says, her voice soft and shaky. “For taking such good care of our pet.”

Dr. Revo doesn’t reply, but instead, raises his hips to match Amira’s movements. As she pick up the pace, pleasuring him and herself faster, they both moan. Their voices are low and silky, and are driving me to ride faster as well.

I lean forward for a better angle, so that my nipples brush his leg every time I move. The friction is absolutely delicious. I can feel my orgasm building, and I’m running towards it – but Dr. Revo and Amira find their release before me. I’m shocked and aroused to see Amira taking Dr. Revo in her mouth, letting him finish there. It’s hypnotic to see them moan and grunt in the same time, and after Amira finishes swallowing every drop, she stands behind me, and begins to toy with my breasts. Her feminine hands are big compared to my body. I dare to look down, to see her long fingers pinch my nipples, and I feel myself nearing towards the edge. When she leans down to bite my shoulder, I combust.

I moan loudly, violently humping Dr. Revo’s leg to ride my orgasm out. I feel my wetness spreading on his thigh and knee as I make my final movements, until my poor clit is too sensitive and aching to continue.

I breathe heavily, trying to keep my body from collapsing.

Dr. Revo smooths my hair and cups my cheek. “Very good pet.” He says, and I devour his praise. Thrive on it. He is also breathing heavily, and sends Amira a kind smile. “I am happy to conclude that you have a healthy and eager pet.” He remarks, gently lifts my body and places me back onto the metal table. “Let’s fix you up.” He says, encouraging me to sit on all fours. As I do, he gently wipes my arousal, and instructs me to take a deep breath as he inserts my plug back in. I moan softly, embarrassed to admit that I missed feeling this type of fullness.

Amira and the doctor exchange their goodbyes as I am placed back in the cage. I do not resist this time. Every bit of anxiety or fear I may feel is pushed aside by the heavy contentment of my intense orgasm. I feel my eyelids becoming heavy, but I do not fall asleep.

When I’m being removed from the cage, I immediately see that this is not the pet room. I am in an apartment, similar to the room I spent my first night in, but larger – with several rooms, a kitchen, and a living room. There is even a couch.

Amira picks me up, sits on the couch. She lays my head on her thigh, encouraging me to snuggle next to her. Without looking at me at all, she lazily caresses my head, my back and my chest. I drink her touch, and find myself giving her permission to do whatever she wants with my body. As long as she’s touching me.

While her gaze is firmly turned forward, I nuzzle my head on her warm thigh, and inhale her sweet smell, and when she’s petting my head, I only have one thought –

I wish I could stay like this forever.