Just a quick excerpt tonight. In a thread on Facebook, one of my readers remarked that she’d love to see some teasers and/or excerpts.
It occurred to me at the time that I haven’t posted an excerpt in… months.
So, in the spirit of not completely sucking at this author thing, here’s a little teaser excerpt from the upcoming (and as yet untitled) sequel to Taking The Human. We’re still a ways out before this thing gets published, but I thought I’d share this passage now.
Hope you enjoy:)
Tomorrow, 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 plump, pink lips worked around the thick rubber bit gag, the corners of her mouth glistening with collected saliva.
He didn’t need to give her a verbal order — she could see it in his eyes now, what he wanted, what he demanded of his little pet human.
She knelt up, her form tight, still, just as he’d trained her, the heavy, round breasts quivering, the skin gleaming with oil. Brinn had been attending her — and recently too.
Kosha walked around the cage, and her head swiveled to follow, his pet maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. He allowed himself to drink in her constrained, nude form at his leisure.
Her groom, Brinn, always coated her dramatic curves in the soft, fragrant oil after rubbing her down. Occasionally — as today — her attentive, but exacting, groom would send her to her Master with well-laced buttocks to go along with her freshly massaged and gleaming flesh. The oil rendered the swollen marks left behind by Brinn’s little “corrector” into purpling welts.
Kosha would trace those emblems of pain with his fingers and tongue later, then paint them with thick, sticky ropes of an entirely different liquid tribute.
He might even remove her paw-gloves for her, and make his pet massage it into her own skin, a soothing balm for her punished flesh, if not her dignity.
“Were you a good girl for Brinn?”
Her dazzling red hair, caught up in a neat ponytail, bobbed as she nodded vigorously.
She stiffened as he reached back to palm the welts, the oil slick and warm against his skin.
“Then what about these? Did you disobey your groom?”
Her eyes went wide as she shook her head, even more frantically.
He brought up Brinn’s daily report, the text hovering in the air above and behind his increasingly anxious slave girl. He kneaded her plump buttocks as he read the account of her behavior while he was away earlier in the day.
He took great delight in reading and sharing these little reports. He found he took deep pleasure in sharing everything about his little spitfire human. Not long after bringing her back from Terra, he’d taken detailed holos of every millimeter of his reluctant pet’s body, and made her file openly accessible to any of those select few Yaanfahris fortunate enough to own humans.
His cock never failed to come up as he remembered how many times her files had been accessed since then. Her big breasts, with their long, pale pink nipples and broad, smooth areolas were particular favorites among those who viewed her files. In particular, the full-length motion file that captured one of her extended sessions of breast punishment still garnered immense numbers of views.
But as he’d slowly transformed her, from shivering, weeping slave girl, to wanton, primitive, deeply sexual— and just as deeply debased — human pet, the views of her files had exploded. Soon, he’d had requests for viewings, showings, even offers of huge sums for a night with her.
Though Kosha very much enjoyed showing her off, and indeed was quite generous in that regard, none had yet used her.
Many had seen her sashay her naked body before them, display for their pleasure all of her that made her sexual and feminine and human. He’d even let more than a few feel of her soft, vulnerable curves. Other fingers had smeared her tears across her cheek, tasting the salt of her woe upon their tongues, savoring her surrender, her complete and total submission.
Still, he’d allowed none to use her.
Until tomorrow morning.
Then it would all change, and the next step would begin in her journey to truly understanding what it meant to be her Master’s pet human.
“Ah, so that’s it. Just a general reminder to obey and submit well?” He smiled down at her, and the bright pony tail bobbed again, the girl returning his grin as much as the thick bit secured between her teeth allowed. “You are my good girl, after all. Brinn is so considerate of you, isn’t he?”
Her cheeks flushed a faint pink, but she had the good sense to nod.
“Let’s get you out of that cage and you can show me just how much he cares for you.”
Plucking her out of the enclosure as if she weighed nothing at all, he took her over to the broad couch that afforded the best view of the city far below. Depositing her on the broad ottoman, he twirled a finger. “Turn around, pet. Let’s see that big bottom of yours.”
Blushing an even deeper red, she obeyed, dropping her head to the leather as she knew he expected, the position rounding and exaggerating the breadth of her already wide hips, her buttocks yawning apart to expose the wetness of her cleft, the dark, adorable whorl of the anus. Her lush thighs trembled slightly as she waited upon his attentions.
The glint of gold at her sex caught his eye. Two cycles ago, he’d had each of her plump outer lips pierced with three heavy gauge golden posts, the delicate bright pink of the inner lips adorned with two more hoops of gold. The effect was dazzling, if quite a painful trial for his slavegirl when they’d been administered.
Another larger hoop was pierced quite deeply into the clitoral hood, the vertical orientation ensuring the metal frictioned her delightfully prominent clitoris, her arousal left on a slow boil any time she moved. The effect had been dramatic indeed, and it had taken her perhaps the longest to get used to that constant low-level sexual stimulation enforced by the hood piercing.
“The studs are healing well? No more pain?”
The movement of her head against her folded arms confirmed it.
“Good. That’s very good.”
He touched one of the purple welts, and she hissed.
“Now, these… these are quite tender indeed.”
The girl groaned softly as he worked her well-lashed buttocks between his hands, loving the way her sounds became even more frantic each time he gently squeezed a swollen weal.
Finally, he’d had enough, the snap of his fingers causing his pet to wheel about on her ottoman and drop to the floor between his spread legs. He made her wait as he slowly pulled his hard penis from his pants, the broad head angry and red. She watched it avidly as he stroked his shaft, taking his time, drawing out that moment as long as he could.
Loosening the gag enough to allow him to pry it from between her teeth, it fell to her chest with a wet slap, her chin soaked with her saliva, her cheeks blushing scarlet as she looked upon his fist pumping his cock.
He throbbed at the sight of her licking her moist, pink lips. He could hold out no longer, taking firm hold of her ponytail and drawing her forward. He slapped her swollen, gag-abraded lips with the heavy head of his penis.
“Get to work.”
He watched the sun finally set as his pet sucked hard, taking him into her throat, the sounds of her obedient oral servicing the perfect musical accompaniment to the beautiful sight of the Three Sisters rising in the deep violet of the evening sky.
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