Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I look around at the two in front of me. I don’t need to look at the one behind me. I already know he’s the worst. I can feel it in my fucking bones. If he gets his hands on me, I am fucked.
“Do I have to pick one of you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so,” he says firmly.
I look around, but there’s nowhere to go, and my body is still full of arousal and a strange hope that this might somehow be real. I want to know what’s going on, but they have this whole punishment going on and they don’t want to explain things like who they are, or what they want, or how we know each other.
“Pet,” he says. “Focus.”
I realize this isn’t really a hard decision. Who do I want to punish me? Who do I want to put their hands on me and show me what a bad girl I’ve apparently been?
“You,” I say.
“Me?” he confirms with a little smile.
The scary one behind me is not one I am going to choose, and the big horned one looks like he could be scary and dangerous as well. I am drawn to the barbarian.
“I choose Mr. Hot,” I say.
There’s a round of laughter. Mr. Hot crooks a brow at me and smirks broadly. “Maybe you have forgotten us,” he says. “I can’t imagine you’d ever choose me.”
“Why? Are you secretly mean?”
He smirks again, enjoying something I don’t understand. This is starting to get really frustrating.
“I don’t remember you!” My voice is a little squeaky, and a lot frustrated. “I don’t remember any of this! Did you steal me? Was I sold to you? What…”
Behind me, Sharp unfurls a silky length of cloth, which he uses to gag me so smoothly it feels practiced. They’ve made me shut up this way before. Or he has gagged a lot of girls. I don’t know which of those is true.
“I want you to listen to me,” Mr. Hot says. “We have missed you greatly, but you are going to have to pay for this. Remember that when I am punishing you.”
He picks me up and carries me through to what I can only describe as an alien lounge. There are couches, alien sized, and chairs, also alien sized, and what looks like a bar, also—you guessed it—alien sized. The furnishings are in a kind of teal blue fabric and the bar is a sort of brown wood type finish. There’s something very mid-century modern about the interiors. I almost wonder if I picked them out.
I don’t get to ask, because Mr. Hot sits down in a chair with no arms and pins me over his lap. I squirm naked and confused as he reaches out to a side table, opens it, and pulls out a small wooden brush-shaped object a few inches long and round. It’s maybe a quarter inch thick.
“Remember this?” He shows me it.
“No! That’s the point, idiot!”
There’s no more talking after that. He holds the brush in one hand, grips me with the other, and starts spanking me hard and fast.
I start yowling from the very beginning, because the first hot burst of pain shocks me. It bursts across my ass in a hot flash that is followed by a sharp ache and no part of me, flesh or mind, knows what to do with it.
I haven’t been hurt in a long time. I don’t really remember the last time I felt pain. And I absolutely do not remember the last time someone hit me. If they ever did, it was long before I woke up in that hospital. It better be anyway.
“Settle down, pet,” he says, pausing for a moment. “You’re not taking this well at all.”
I reach up and wrench the gag from my mouth. It wasn’t tied that tight and it just falls loose.
“Oh, am I not?” I bite his leg as hard as I fucking can. All I get is a mouthful of denim and muscle, and I don’t think it makes much of an impression on him because he just starts spanking me again. It feels so deeply unfair, like I’m being punished for something I didn’t do. And fuck, even if I did do it, this is fucked up.
I howl with rage until he lets me stand up, or I buck off his lap. Not sure if he meant to let me go or not. What I do know for sure is that my ass is burning and my pride is horribly bruised. I can’t fucking believe this has happened to me. I can’t fucking believe he just did that. He hit me. Like he had some right to do it?
He makes it worse by keeping on talking. These guys might be aliens, but they make the same fucking mistakes that human men make. He’s not reading the room, and he’s definitely not reading me.