Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Okay,” he says. “Just stop and let me do this for you.”
I could swoon. And then I do.
Suddenly, his hands are on me. All four of them doing something. One pushes me back and down into the seat, another reaches down between my legs to bring up a padded strap that snugs against a very intimate part of my body, and two others pulling straps around from the side to go over my shoulders. It’s like a racing seat, but once the belt goes on, I can feel the ship vibrating all the way down in my crotch.
“There,” he says. “Nice and safe, I think. How does it feel?”
Right now I can feel every throbbing thrum of the ship. It feels like being touched in the most intimate of ways. I’ve seen vibrators that are big enough for women to ride. This is more intense than that. This is like being inside a giant vibrator, strapped into the inner mechanics of it, being pleasured in a way I am sure I am not supposed to be enjoying.
“Uhm, good?” I answer when I remember he asked me a question.
“Not too tight?”
“Oh, uh, no.” I blush, realizing he wasn’t asking how nice it actually felt. God. I am pleased that I speak enough of his language to be able to understand him in general, but I can see all kinds of little misunderstandings coming up between us.
“Good.” He puts himself back in his chair, but there’s a moment where his gold eyes slide to me and I wonder if he knows what I really meant by good.
He does something that makes the ship thrum at a higher resonance. I feel the vibration right between my legs, the padded belt snugged up against my sex transferring all that energy right to my clit.
I make a small noise, but try to bite it back. I know I’m already in trouble. The way I came off that ship wearing a collar… I can still see the end of the ship’s leash poking out of his pocket a little. I have been getting myself in trouble since I got onto the vessel. The last thing I need right now is to come across like an oversexed basic human animal.
He frowns slightly, then hits a few more buttons on the dash. The ship’s motion changes. First it drops to a low, throbbing pulse, then it accelerates to a higher frequency vibration. Both feel incredible between my legs.
* * *
Arkon
The moment I got the first communication from the transport ship telling me that my human employee had begun her journey with an act of vandalism and espionage, I knew the first thing I was going to do when I picked up my little human assistant was punish her thoroughly for both sins.
I thought she might have been humiliated by the kennel and the collar and such, but she seems to have taken them in her stride in a way I find fascinating. Does she not mind being treated like a wayward little animal? Does she, perhaps, on some level enjoy it?
The moment she came off the vessel and was handed to me, I knew it was not going to be as simple as I had initially planned. She is much cuter than I expected her to be. She has big brown eyes and shiny brown hair, a round face with a cute little human nose and mouth. Humans are such smooth creatures, especially the women. Her face is pink, and it gets pinker the longer she looks at me.
When I put her in her co-pilot’s seat, I couldn’t help but feel how soft her curves are. Touching her is like feeling something wild and incredibly receptive at the same time. The urges that rose in me were powerful, but I have to control them. It’s not easy given the fact that the scent that is coming from her is absolutely intoxicating. She is like a flower blooming with need, and every time the ship rumbles, a fresh dose of pheromones is released.
They warned me humans were like this. Impulsive and prone to following instincts they barely understand, let alone control. But humans are also relatively cheap to employ, assuming they do not cost forty-three thousand in credits before they even reach you.
The project I am working on needs a human, according to the brief. The tech we are developing requires a very specific kind of brain to work on it. Not too complicated, but nothing too animal. Humans occupy a very specific niche in the universal construct, and we are fortunate to have this one, so I do need to take good care of her.
Humans are, of course, very much in fashion at the moment for a great many reasons. Their numbers are greatly limited, and dwindling due to their ongoing issues with breeding. The males have almost entirely lost interest in mate-seeking behavior. Some say it’s a natural social evolution. Others say that it’s down to alien interference, hormone sprays in the atmosphere at one time designed to moderate population levels. Regardless of what the cause is, humans are so hot right now.