I crouch over her. I push her back and I twist her over onto her stomach. I take her to the ground with an inexorable grip and I hold her down.
She makes angry little grunts, but she stops arguing as I push my knee between her thighs and spread her legs. I put her on display, pulling her hands behind her back, and then I hold her there again. I feel the tension in her body and I wait for her to relax. It takes several long minutes, but eventually the energy starts to fade and she softens.
“It doesn’t matter what you do to me,” she says, channeling that rebellion into those words she is so fond of. “Fuck me. I don’t care. I’m going to escape this planet. Whoever brought me down is going to pay. I am going to get back to my ship. I am going to replay the data. I am going to report this place as a hazard and I am going to throw myself on the Patron’s mercy.”
I don’t know what she’s babbling about, and it doesn’t matter. It is all bluster. She is trying to make herself feel powerful even as I show her how weak she is.
“You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to give me your cunt and beg me for my cock.”
“Fuck off.”
I slap her ass, hard. I can still see the welts from the last time I punished her. She learns slowly, this one. Her body cannot take the punishment she is earning, and at the rate she is earning it, I will have to be inventive. I will have to find other ways to discipline my captive from the stars.
The tight little hole of her bottom is winking at me, encouraging me. I reach between her legs, run my thumb along the seam of her puffy lower lips, collect the feminine dew of the desire she would shout her denial of, and I smear it against the tight little hole between her cheeks.
Her hips jolt against the ground, then lift up again to press against my thumb. Oh, she likes it. The dirtier it is, the more she is shamed, the more she drips with wet desire.
“What are you doing? You sick fucking animal!”
Oh, she’s angry. The wetter she gets, the angrier she gets. I massage her little hole, pushing my thumb against it, making her feel the potential intrusion. This is going inside her. And more. I am going to fuck this hole too. It will show her that every single part of her belongs to me.
My thumb sinks inside her. She is tight. It is not comfortable. I hear the little hiss she makes between gritted teeth. This is just a warning. I could make it hurt so much worse. Maybe I should. Her words sting my pride. She wants to make me as angry as she is. But I know how to hold my temper. I know better than to make the assumptions she does. Her shuttle came down. This battlement was fired, she says. She has no evidence of that. The soot could be old. All she knows is that her ship went down and she wants to blame somebody for it. She wants her predicament to be someone else’s fault.
I sink my thumb in further. I let it slide in and out. I twist it slowly and I slip it back and forth. I play with her. I make her feel every bit of my power, and every bit of her weakness. She is too small, too soft to be angering beasts like me.
“Speak to me that way again and I will punish you until you forget what forgiveness is.”
“Get your finger out of my ass,” she grunts.
“So I can put my cock in?”
“You’re disgusting.”
“You’re fighting me.” I lean down, my lips close to her ear, my finger sliding deep into her bottom. “And you’re going to lose.”
She starts to fight, but with a series of motions that do nothing but impale her ass ever deeper on my finger. I don’t have to do anything besides stay in position above her and she torments herself, making her own tight ass stretch. I would almost think she liked it if she wasn’t growling and cursing so much.
* * *
Tselia
He is hateful. I tell him that I have been sabotaged, shot out of the sky, and he tells me it doesn’t matter. He tells me that I am his anyway, and when I tell him I don’t want any part of this world, be tells me I can’t leave. I thought the Patron was controlling. I didn’t know what that word meant until Zion caught me.
He is punishing me, and I don’t know why. He is punishing me for wanting to be free, for trying to return to where I came from. He is punishing me because I know the truth.