“What am I doing?” I panted, staring up at my captor. “I’m trying to keep your damn toilet from raping me!”
“From what?” He frowned in obvious confusion.
“The…the tentacles!” I panted. “Your toilet is holding me down and trying…trying to…impregnate me!”
“Impregnate you?” A look of understanding came over his face and he made a low, rumbling sound that was obviously amused. After a moment, I realized he was laughing at me, the big bastard!
“You think this is funny?” I demanded, glaring up at him. “Make it stop! You’re supposed to be my owner so help me!”
I hoped that by appealing to his pet-owner instincts, I might get some other result than just laughter. But the gray giant just kept rumbling.
“Little one,” he said at last, still chuckling. “Just let the washing arm go so it can do its job. It’s not trying to fill you with seed—it simply wants to wash and dry you.”
“It…it what?” I was nearly at the end of my strength. The silver toilet tentacle was strong, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I glared up at him. “I don’t believe you! If it only wants to clean me, then why is it holding me down? I nodded at the other tentacle, still wrapped around my waist.
“You must have activated the safety and auto-cleaning mechanisms when you climbed up,” my captor said, pointing down to the glowing bricks at my feet. “They’re usually meant for children. If you’ll simply let the cleaner go, it will do its job and you’ll be released.”
I didn’t know if I believed him, but at that moment I lost my grip on the second tentacle. Probably because my hands were getting sweaty and slick and my strength was giving out.
I gasped and tensed up as the tentacle at last dived between my legs. I was expecting it to shove itself into me, just like they do in the hentai vids, so I was braced for the worst.
Instead, I felt a spray of warm water showering my sensitive areas. It did a thorough job of cleaning me—both front and back—and then the water was replaced by a warm gust of air which dried me thoroughly. After that, the second tentacle withdrew and the first tentacle unwound itself from around my waist, freeing me at last.
With a little cry, I launched myself off the alien toilet. I didn’t care that my worst fears hadn’t been realized—I felt traumatized by the whole experience and all I wanted was to get as far from the strange contraption as possible.
My captor caught me before I hit the ground and picked me up to hold me in his arms.
“Let me go! Let me down!” I exclaimed, beating my fists on his broad chest.
He only shook his head.
“Calm down, little one—you’re safe enough.”
“No, I’m not—let me go!” I insisted.
“I don’t think so.” He frowned thoughtfully. “You’re a clever one, aren’t you? First you escape your crate, and then you use the facilities to relieve yourself. However did you manage? Maybe it has something to do with the La-ti-zal powers the Commercians claimed you have.”
“I don’t have any kind of superpowers!” I said sulkily. “I just had to pee really freaking bad!”
He shook his head. “I had heard of some people training their pets to use the toilet, but I hadn’t really thought it was possible. It’s convenient though—at least I won’t have to change the lining in your crate.”
He was looking at me the same way someone might watch a viral video where some clever pet owner has taught their cat to use the commode and then flush afterwards. And to be honest, it made me freaking mad.
“For the last time, I am not an animal!” I spat at him.
“All non-Korrigans are animals—lesser beings,” he said absently. “But I am not here to argue with you, little one—it is beneath me. However, since you are here in the bathing area, it seems like a good time to give you a bath.”
“What? I don’t need a bath!” I exclaimed, writhing in his arms. “I just took a shower this morning!”
“On your home planet of Earth,” he reminded me. “Which has some unique bacteria, since it has been locked away from the rest of the universe for so long. I will bathe you with a solution that will render them harmless and also form a protective coating on your fragile skin, which will keep you safe on the alien worlds I plan to visit.”
“What? No!” I exclaimed. “I don’t want any kind of coating—I just want to go home!”
“This is your home now and I am your Master,” he said, giving me a stern look. “You seem to be a very intelligent pet, so I will give you a choice, little one. You can either behave yourself and have your bath now, or I can lock you in your crate for a few more ahrns and then you can have your bath. Either way, you’re getting bathed.”
I could tell that he meant it. It was the look in those full-black eyes of his and the way his eyebrows were drawn low. It was amazing how expressive his eyes were, considering there was no pupil or iris—or at least, none that I could see.
“Could I at least bathe myself?” I asked, wilting in his arms. “I’m perfectly capable—I do it every day back home.”
He frowned and shook his head.
“As a responsible pet owner, I must see to your wellbeing myself. You might miss some areas if you’re allowed to try taking a bath on your own.”
“But—” I began, but he was already putting me down into the hot tub-sized bathtub and turning on the water.
I didn’t see what buttons he pushed—maybe they were somewhere down near the bottom of the tub, like the white bricks that turned out to be the controls on the alien toilet. But the effect was immediate—the tub began filling with light blue liquid that didn’t quite look like water. It seemed to be seeping up from the bottom of the tub, though I didn’t see any cracks or seams in the silver metal—nothing but a smooth, unbroken surface.
My new owner took off the long, black vest he’d been wearing. He tapped the wall twice and a hook appeared, where he could hang it. Then he did something to the crisp white cuffs of his shirt which caused them to spring open. He rolled them up to his elbows, revealing brawny forearms and looking for all the world like a businessman who was about to do manual labor. Then he knelt on the floor beside the tub and leaned over the side.
I scooted way to the far end of the tub, hoping to avoid him, but he only got a determined look on his face and reached for me with impossibly long, muscular arms.
“Come here, little one. How can I scrub you from way over there?” he demanded.
“I don’t want you scrubbing me!” I protested, even as he took me gently but firmly by the upper arms and drew me closer.
“Of course not—no pet I ever heard of likes to take a bath,” he remarked condescendingly. “Still, you must be kept neat and clean and it’s my job as your owner to wash you.”
He then proceeded to tap the side of the tub the same way he’d tapped the wall earlier. The side opened and a little gold faucet appeared.
“Cleaning solution—mild. And add some protective coating as well,” the gray giant said in a commanding voice. He held his hand under the faucet and a squirt of purple liquid came out and filled his palm. Looking satisfied, he rubbed his hands together and then nodded at me.
“All right—hold out your arms. We’ll start at the top and work downwards.”
I thought of jumping out of the tub and running, but what good would it do? I was in a spaceship and there was literally no place to go. If I hid under the bed, he would only pull me out again and likely as not confine me, wet and shivering, to my crate, before repeating this whole experience. I really didn’t have any choice but to let him wash me.
“Fine,” I said sulkily, holding out my right arm for him. “But I don’t like letting a strange man wash me! I don’t even know your name.”
“My name is Sir Barinthian Ver’Toklar the Fourteenth and my title is Overlord of the Northern Continent of Korrigon Four,” he said, surprising me as he began to rub his big hands briskly up and down my extended arm.
“Wow—that’s a mouthful.” I looked at him speculatively. “It’s kind of a lot to say. Maybe I’ll just call you ‘Barry.’ Or no—‘Bart.’ You definitely look more like a ‘Bart.’”
He frowned at me sternly.
“You will do no such thing. You may call me ‘Master’ or ‘Sir.’ Any other mode of address is unacceptable.”
“What? I’m not calling you ‘Master’ like we’re in some freaking BDSM relationship!” I protested.
“Then you may call me ‘Sir,’” he said firmly, starting on my left arm. “And you’re lucky I allow you to address me at all. Many Korrigans who have sentient pets fit them with a muzzler to prevent them from speaking at all.”
“What? But that’s horrible! It’s inhumane!” I protested.
“As a matter of fact, I happen to agree with you,” he said. He was finished with my arms and now he began rubbing his big, warm hands up and down my left leg.
“You…you do?” I had some trouble getting the words out. As strange as it sounds to admit it, I found that having his big hands on my bare skin was making my body react. I was feeling tingles where he touched me and tremors up and down my spine. A light, fluttering sensation was filling my stomach—what was happening to me?
“Yes, I do,” he said firmly, apparently oblivious to the strange sensations he was causing just by washing me. “If you’re going to take on a sentient pet, I believe it’s important to allow them to communicate if they wish to. Within reason, of course,” he added, giving me a stern look.
“Um, of course,” I mumbled. He was washing my right leg now and I was still trying to figure out what was going on with my body. I had never reacted this way before when a man touched me. It was like some part of me that had been asleep all my life was waking up.
My captor—or “Sir”—as I was supposed to call him, got some more of the purple liquid from the golden faucet. He had me turn for a minute so he could scrub my back and then he turned me back to face him and began to rub it over my torso. I shivered as his big hands moved briskly over my breasts. His touch wasn’t sexual—he was bathing me the way I might bathe any of Aunt Maizy’s Pomeranians—but it was still affecting me greatly. I could feel my nipples getting tight and achy as he washed them and suddenly my pussy felt hot and wet and swollen. What was wrong with me?
Just at that moment, Sir said,
“Spread your legs, little one—I must wash you everywhere.”
“What? No!” I protested weakly, trying to close them. I was standing in the tub up to my waist in the light blue not-water liquid, but I was still afraid he would be able to tell how wet I was getting. If he realized he was somehow arousing me—(was that what was happening? it certainly felt like it)—then who knew what he might do?
Sir sighed, sounding mildly exasperated.
“Now little one, you know I must get you clean. I’ve explained it as clearly as I can to you.”
“And I’ve explained I don’t like letting a strange man handle my naked body!” I blurted out. “You don’t even know my name! Which is Elli, by the way,” I added resentfully.
I didn’t like the fact that he seemed to be able to turn me on without even trying. I’d been with human men who had spent hours—(well, almost an hour once, in Don’s case)—trying to get a sexual reaction out of me. None of them had been able to even get me warmed up, let alone hot. But now my new alien Master was washing me the same brisk way I would wash a pet back home and he was making me feel all kinds of strange new things—things I had never felt before and had only read about in books and watched in the movies!
“I don’t need to know your Earth name,” he remarked, breaking into my chaotic train of thought. “That is behind you—part of your past. You are mine now and I will name you accordingly. Although…” He paused, looking thoughtful. “I think I may have already named you, little one.” He nodded, one corner of his thin but sensuous mouth rising in a little half-smile. “Yes, ‘little one’ suits you nicely. You’re so small and delicate.”
I snorted.
“I may be on the short side but I have never been considered ‘delicate.’ I’m what they called ‘plus-sized’ or ‘curvy’ back on my planet. You have to be a lot thinner than me to be called ‘delicate.’”
“Yes, I saw the thin, slender females when I was searching for just the right pet,” Sir remarked.
“Then why didn’t you pick one of them?” I demanded. “You could have picked an Instagram influencer or a supermodel! Why them and not me?”
“I didn’t wish a sickly, skinny pet,” he said, frowning. “I needed one that was hardy enough to withstand interstellar travel. Besides, as I said before, I like your curves.” He smiled at me. “They’re most fetching. Now spread your legs and let me wash you.”
“No!” I exclaimed, clamping my thighs closed even tighter. “You can’t claim you don’t want me for a…a ‘Sex Pet’ and then say something like that, and then expect me to let you touch me between my legs!”
“I’m not ‘touching’ you in a sexual way—I’m washing you, little one.” He began to look exasperated. “Now are you going to let me finish giving you your bath or do you want a punishment?”
My stomach did a little flip-flop.
“What—are you going to swat my behind with a rolled up newspaper or magazine?” I demanded, lifting my chin defiantly.
He frowned.
“I don’t believe in corporal punishment as a general rule—though in your case I might make an exception. However, I think the best thing would be to confine you to your crate for an ahrn.” He raised his eyebrows at me. “Is that what you want?”
I bit my lip. No, I didn’t want to go back into the claustrophobic crate. It reminded me too much of a coffin.
“No,” I mumbled at last. “No, I…I don’t want that.”
“All right then—spread your legs and let me finish,” he rumbled in a low, commanding voice that seemed to shake me to my bones.
Feeling defeated, I lowered my eyes and looked down as I spread my legs. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t want him to touch me—although I didn’t, I told myself fiercely, I really didn’t. It was the fact that I was afraid he would be able to tell he had turned me on when he was washing my breasts and stroking my body earlier. That would be humiliating in the extreme—as if this whole situation wasn’t already humiliating enough!
“I understand these areas are delicate and private,” Sir said, surprising me. “So I want you to know that I’ll be very careful, little one.”
He rinsed his hands in the not-water and then held one under the golden faucet again.
“Extra mild cleansing,” he told it.
This time the liquid that came oozing out of the golden tap was milky white with a pearly sheen to it. Sir rubbed it between his fingers and thumb and then reached between my legs.
I bit my lip—hard—as I felt his big fingers rubbing over the top of my mound.
“Hmm—we’ll have to use a depilatory in the future,” he remarked, stroking my soft nest of reddish-brown curls. “The fur on your head is lovely, but this presents too much area for alien germs.”
I didn’t answer, just bit my lip harder as his big fingers rubbed over my outer pussy lips. I still felt swollen and hot there in a way I never had before in my life—though I had read about it often enough in romance novels. I had been so sure I was an asexual person—why was the Alien Overlord’s touch affecting me this way?
“I’m going to open you for just a moment, little one,” I heard his deep voice rumble. “Not for any sexual pleasure on my part but just to get you clean. Can you be a good little pet and let me wash you?”
“I…I can’t stop you, so go ahead, I guess.” I didn’t like the way my voice trembled. I balled my hands into fists, telling myself that I didn’t want this! But somehow my body was telling a different story—it was lighting up like a Christmas tree the very first time it’s plugged in. Why was I reacting this way to my new Master’s touch and why couldn’t I stop?
“Gently, now,” Sir murmured as he parted my outer pussy lips with two large fingers and rubbed the shimmering white cleaning solution into my inner folds with a third.
I gasped as he stroked gently over my clit, sending tingles of pleasure through my entire body. God, what was wrong with me that I was reacting this way? Was I secretly turned on by BDSM scenarios? I had tried reading the Master/slave type romance books before and I hadn’t thought they did anything for me. But if that was the case, why was I feeling so incredibly aroused right now as my new Master touched me against my will?
“Oh, is that sensitive?” Sir stopped with his fingertip pressing lightly against my swollen clit. “Sorry, little one—I’m trying to be gentle.” He slid his finger down, finding the entrance to my pussy. “I’m going to have to clean inside you now,” he added. “But I promise I’ll make it quick. Can you be a good pet and spread your legs a little wider?”
I could feel my cheeks burning as I did what he asked. Why was I complying with his request? Why wasn’t I trying to run? Why was my body reacting so strongly to his when it had never reacted to anyone before?
I stifled a moan as I felt one long finger slide up inside me. God, I had never enjoyed the sensation of penetration before. No matter how many different positions Don and I had tried, none of them had done anything for me. But now I felt like I was on fire as my new Master’s finger filled me.
A new thought entered my head—was this turning Sir on, too?
I looked surreptitiously over the side of the tub, but his crotch was hidden from view so I couldn’t tell if he had a hard-on or not. Of course, he was an alien—who knew if he even had the usual male equipment down there? He might fuck women with his tail instead of a penis for all I knew.
The tail in question with its metal cap, was waving gently in the background. The irony wasn’t lost on me—I had been bought by a guy who had horns and a tail, yet I was supposed to be the animal!
“Hmm…you’re very wet here,” Sir remarked, sliding his finger gently in and out of me. He probably just thought he was washing me, but he was so big that his finger was bigger than Don’s cock had been and I actually felt like I was getting fucked.
And for the first time in my life, to my shame, I was actually enjoying it.
“Is this amount of moisture normal for you here, little one?” Sir asked me, continuing to “wash” inside me.
“I…I don’t know,” I whispered breathlessly. I wished my body wasn’t responding to his so strongly. I wanted to slap his face but at the same time I also wanted him to pet my clit some more. I had never had an orgasm but I had the feeling I was close to one—close to some crest or hill that I had never been able to climb before.
“Well—I suppose we’ll see on subsequent baths,” he remarked, finally sliding his finger out and leaving me feeling wet and achy and unfulfilled. “Now then, I think you’re all clean now. Are you ready to rinse off and get out?”
“I…I guess so.”
My whole body felt sensitive and hot but my new Master didn’t seem to realize the effect he’d had on me at all. He had me sit in the not-water and rinsed me thoroughly. I had to bite my lip to keep from asking if he needed to wash the extra mild cleaning solution out of me too. I didn’t want to admit that I wanted to feel his touch on me and more importantly in me, again.
He made some remarks about the lovely color of the “fur” on my head and how he thought it would need washing next time, but for now it was fine. Then he drained the not-water and got a big, fluffy towel the size of a beach blanket and wrapped me in it. Without asking if he could, he scooped me up, the same way you might pick up a dog or a cat, and carried me into the bedroom.