Breeding Factory

Book 2

P. Parker

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WARNING

This book contains very dark content.

Alien abduction, obviously, by a very sadistic alien.

A bratty human.

A sex machine.

Spanking, bondage, “packofilia”, which is the fetish for being placed in small and tight spaces, mummification (although not extreme), breeding, pet play, pony play, cages, double penetration (one involving a tail), knotting, voyeurism, and many other similar things.

Some items used in the story: plugs, vibrators, chastity belts (she is almost always wearing these when not being used for sex). Paddles, canes, spanking benches, cages, etc.

If these things scare or offend you, it's better not to read.

ON THE OTHER HAND: the alien is obsessed with her and her well-being, it has a happy ending, he is very affectionate, caring, and she ENJOYS everything that is happening. There is no betrayal or non-consensual acts (except for CNC). Everything that happens to the character is because she WANTS and CONSENTS. So, there's no need to be afraid in that sense. Here, we only like to be scared with consent and only engage with pain if we're enjoying it, so if that's your thing too, happy reading!

This book is dedicated to all the girls (and boys) who dream of being kidnapped and controlled by delicious aliens who will take care of them and eat them as if they were the most delicious meal of their lives.

Read until the end and leave a review, otherwise, prepare your butts to turn red.

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Chapter 1.

Ever since I had arrived on the planet of Zyphderly, I had yet to explore much of its wonders. It had been over a year since I had been there with V – even though time on the hospital differed from Earth's, I estimated it to be roughly equivalent. Despite this, my knowledge was confined to the interior of the hospital where I resided.

I longed to delve deeper into the hearts of the Zyphder. My admiration for them knew no bounds. They dedicated their lives to saving beings from other planets, extraordinary creatures, especially those I encountered in the hospital. They had saved my life on Earth and transported me to their planet for an intensive treatment that literally breathed life back into me.

These beings harbored a substance within their bodies capable of curing any disease, and their life's purpose was to aid as many creatures as possible. To me, it was nothing short of amazing, and my gratitude towards them, particularly my Caregiver, V, knew no bounds.

With my treatment nearly complete, my health restored, and the option to return to Earth at my disposal, I chose to remain on Zyphderly with V.

I wasn't foolish; back on Earth, I had nothing and no one – a job I disliked and had left, few friends, deceased parents, and no family. I was alone and desperate. Here, I found care, affection, attention, and someone who would go to great lengths for me. I couldn't be happier.

Yet, as this was now my home planet, I desired to unravel its secrets. How did their society function? Did they earn currency for their services? What were their families like, and what about schools or other occupations? Had there ever been a war on this planet? I yearned to know it all.

But when I broached the subject with V in our room after one of our daily treatment sessions (which, despite my recovery, V insisted on to ensure my continuous strength and well-being), he answered with…

"Absolutely not."

We lay on a blue mattress primarily used for patients, but V had gotten it for us the previous year to make our resting place resemble something I was familiar with on Earth.

His smile was the most beautiful I had ever seen on any planet I had visited. Sharp canines, pearly white teeth complemented his square face, straight black hair, and eyes of the same color and intensity. His blue skin and tail aside, he physically resembled a human. He didn’t have fat, possessing a perfect body with defined abs and muscles that rippled.

Zyphder beings, both men and women, shared this perfection, yet I felt no shame in my imperfect body. I was plump, with long brown hair and eyes of the same hue. Yet, I didn’t care for my appearance, I knew V only had eyes for me. He was obsessed with me, evident in the way he looked at me, spoke to me, and adored me.

Zyphder beings were different from humans. Once they found their life partner, it was for a lifetime. In the beginning, I had worried because he was my Caregiver, implying that once I was healthy, he would seek another patient. However, he assured me it wouldn't be so, if I didn't want it to be. So, we were still together.

He had also transitioned from being a Caregiver to a Transporter, meaning he transported ill beings from other planets to Zyphderly in an ambulance, just like he had done for me. Often, he took me along, and I had visited several planets in this manner.

He had given me books, as I had requested, for studying, and I consistently asked questions to my fellow hospital residents. However, it wasn't enough. I yearned to witness, experience, and explore. Now, I was a part of this planet, and it was only fair that I knew more.

"Why not?" I asked, furrowing my brows and sitting up on the mattress, crossing my arms. Our room was spacious and entirely metallic, with gray walls. One of the walls was retractable, revealing various settings outside as programmed. I always chose the view of the universe and stars.

He chuckled. He always said he didn't like it when I acted like a brat, that I had to behave and be a good girl. But it wasn't true. His eyes lit up when he heard a tone of challenge in my voice, and he was immediately excited. Of course I loved it, because challenging him was my biggest daily fun, sometimes I did it just because I was bored and wanted a slap on the ass.

He raised his eyebrow at my tone and sat down as well.

“Because I said no and that should be enough for you, as your Caregiver. You have to trust what I say.”

I sneered, knowing it was going to drive him crazy.

“That’s not good enough for me. I want a better reason,” I said, challenging him. I was just wearing a little white hospital gown and nothing else. That was my only clothes there.

“You’re a spoiled brat, aren’t you?” he said and placed his hand in my hair, squeezing lightly but firmly. I felt a wave of pleasure through my body. I loved it when he treated me like that.

“But seriously, Daddy, please, I'm not joking. I'm going to be really upset if you keep denying me this. I've asked you several times and you don't seem to take it seriously. I am no longer a resident of Earth, and I want to know more about my new planet.”

“You are well, healthy and protected here in the hospital, you are happy as far as I know. Isn't that enough? The Zyphder are an imperfect people, and I'm afraid you'll be frightened by society here. By now, you have a very romanticized idea of what we are, and that is far from the truth,” he said and raised his eyebrows to his forehead again. I crossed my arms and pouted.

“Earth is also incredibly imperfect. I'm not afraid of that. I’ll feel even more at home!” I said, protesting, but he was inexorable and stood up.

“Go put on your chastity belt because I'm going to leave you at daycare. I have a job to do.”

“I don’t want to go to the daycare! Want you to take me with you!” I protested. He left me at daycare, which was a patient meeting, so that I wouldn't be lonely and stuck in the room without interaction.

“I can’t, baby,” he said, bending down to where I was on the mattress. “This planet I'm going to is very hot, about the temperature of your sun in your galaxy. There’s no way you can go, not even in your protective backpack.”

"But and you?” I asked, still upset.

“My body doesn’t let anything bad happen to me. It regenerates and reintegrates itself, so no temperature or external condition makes any difference to me,” he explained, with a mischievous smile.

"I know! This is amazing, and I want to know more! I want to know how this affects your society, please!” I spoke, and he said:

"No. I have already explained my reasons to you, and I hope you respect my decision.”

I crossed my arms again and pouted even more.

“Don't talk to me about respect,” I muttered, and he stopped in front of me, interrupting his walk to the door.

“Excuse me, what did you say?”

“Nothing,” I said, looking at him, innocently.

“Hear me out, young lady, you're crossing the line,” he said, but I crossed my arms again. He was looking for my chastity belt, but I had it hidden so he couldn't put it on me.

“I don't care,” I said, getting turned on by it. I didn't want to get into real trouble, but teasing him drove me crazy.

“I'm not going to spank you now because I have to leave. Let's go."

"May I stay here?" I asked.

He looked at me annoyed, his mouth thin as a line, and I knew I was crossing the line. But he had upset me first, so it was only fair.

“Do you think you can demand anything here?” he asked, and I nodded, crossing my arms again. “Okay,” he said, rolling his eyes. “But only because I'm already late. Make sure you do the training, understood?”

I didn’t answer. Then he walked over to me, bent down, grabbed my face with both fingers firmly, and made me look at him.

"Did you understand?" he asked, close to me, inches from my face, his black eyes penetrating me, and I smelled his mint scent. This made me have another wave of pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, anger mixed with desire.

“Afterwards we will talk about your behavior.”

“No,” I said, angrily.

He looked at me as if he wanted to turn me over his knee right then and there and give me a good spanking, but he didn't. He just got up and left. I sighed, angrily. Now I was going to stay there all day alone, still not being able to come up with a plan on how to convince him to take me exploring.

I spent the day immersed in my books, both about Zyphder history and fiction. I found their minds fascinating. I delved into my drawer to read. It resembled one of the capsules in which Zyphder usually slept, only horizontal. It was small and confined, claustrophobic. I couldn't even stand up inside it. But I felt protected in my little space, as if it were my only haven in that world.

I took my book and ordered Starbucks and a turkey breast croissant with cream cheese from the food machine. For some fascinating reason, it could connect to Earth's fast-food network, and they would deliver to my room through this machine. It was insane.

But everything there was crazy.

In that particular book, I was reading about how babies were born in Zyphderly. Since Zyphder gametes were not reproductive but regenerative, they needed to undergo a specialization treatment in a machine to activate this reproductive property. And they required much more semen than, for example, a human, to conceive. Zyphder genes were extremely dominant, and they could impregnate any race. So, Zyther babies had 99% of Zyphder blood, with a few characteristics from other races. They could take advantage of having many females of other planets there without the fear of losing their race's genes.

"Very interesting," I murmured, reading the book. I had spent the entire afternoon in my drawer, either learning various random facts or enjoying a romance book between a Zyphder and a woman from another race.

When I heard the room door open, I knew V had arrived. Time had flown, and it was already night, and suddenly, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

I had completely forgotten about the training! As the treatment was no longer necessary for my life, I didn't give it as much importance anymore. This was different with V. He still deemed it equally important for us to undergo the treatment every day, and it required training.

The treatment involved V inserting his gametes into me to regenerate my body every day. The more times a day, the better. It essentially meant having sex, which in Zyphder conception was nothing extraordinary, unlike humans who made a big deal out of it. I had gotten used to their ways, so I didn't mind it anymore. However, he had to insert his huge member into me and his tail into my other opening. This required me to be able to endure him, take his whole. That’s why I needed to train.

The training was two huge rubber dildos, one in each of my openings. Usually, he would put a chastity belt on me so I couldn't remove them. At first, I found it very strange, but I got used to it. However, I didn't like wearing it all the time. I imagine no one would like that—two gigantic monstrous rubber dicks inside you all the time, ugh!

As the treatment was ending, I had started asking not to have to stretch my openings that way all the time. He agreed, as long as I trained at least once a day to be ready for the treatment with him.

But I had completely forgotten that day. And V knocked on the door of my drawer, opening it. In his hand were the two dildos I should have inserted. All I could do was look at him guiltily with a little smile, knowing I was in deep trouble.

Chapter 2.

"I can explain," I tried to say to him, but he wasn't interested in talking. His huge, muscular body with blue skin was slightly sweaty, probably from his work, and I could catch a whiff of his delicious scent that stirred something primal within me.

"Come here; we're going to address this behavior of yours," he said, pointing a thick finger to the ground. I swallowed hard.

I began to feel my heart race, and I blushed, feeling my face warm. I couldn't even run away because I was in the drawer, with no escape route. He grabbed my arm, made me get down from there, and brought me to the ground. Then, he turned me over his knee right there and spanked me on the butt.

I liked being naked in the room. There were no clothes like I had on Earth. On that planet, Zyphder only wore work clothes and comfort clothes, and they didn't usually wear shirts. So, since I didn't have to go anywhere, I either stayed naked or wore my hospital gown. But I began to think that was a mistake because I was completely vulnerable.

He gave me two more strong and fiery slaps on my butt. I knew I was in trouble.

"It was an accident!" I exclaimed. "I forgot! I swear!" I tried to say, but he didn't care and continued spanking me.

"It might be, but it's also for that deplorable behavior you displayed this morning. There's definitely a reason you're getting a spanking, princess," he said mercilessly. I moaned, feeling a lot of pleasure despite the burning sensation with each slap.

He laid me on the dining table and continued with the spanks. My butt was surely already red, but I was also melting with pleasure. I tried not to moan because it would get me in even more trouble. However, obviously, he noticed, as he inserted one of his fingers inside me and brought it in front of my eyes, showing me my own wetness.

"Look how wet you are. Since when is this a punishment?" he asked. I chuckled, unable to stop myself.

"I can't control that!" I protested.

But he gave me another slap in response. He took a long metal cane from his toolbox, where other menacing things like handcuffs and gags were stored. He made me look at the cane while swinging it in the air. It made a cutting sound, and I swallowed hard. That cane was reserved only for punishments. I tried to give him a pleading puppy-dog look, begging for mercy, but it didn't work.

"You're going to receive eight strokes for defying me this morning and not doing your training as we agreed, understand?" he said.

I rolled my eyes instead of giving a response, and he gave another slap to my butt for that, so strong that I jumped in place.

"All right!" I exclaimed, glaring at him, still lying on the table.

"The correct answer is 'yes, sir,'" he said, hitting me again. It was already burning like a thousand suns, and I squirmed, whimpering.

"Okay, sir! Yes, sir!" I said, looking at him with my head turned back.

But he didn't seem satisfied with my tone.

"You really need to be put in your place," he said. I tried to hold back, but I let out a little laugh.

My stomach turned cold when he stopped the slaps, put one of his large hands on my back to keep me in place, and picked up the cane, swirling it in the air to make that sound.

Then, the first stroke came, hitting the depths of my brain. I screamed and jumped in place, feeling the line of fire cut through my butt, much more powerful than I had ever expected. It hurt so much that I didn't even know what to do.

"You can count and thank me," he said, serious, swirling the cane in the air again.

"One, sir!" I exclaimed.

"If you don't thank me or get the count wrong, we'll start over," he said and gave the next stroke.

I jumped in place, screaming and feeling the throbbing, crazy pain inside me.

And yet, I was still so wet that my juices were already dripping.

Damn, I hated my body for this.

"Two, sir!" I shouted.

"No, you didn't thank me the first time or the second time. So, this next one will be the first," he said, with an evil smile. I looked at him angrily, and he gave me another stroke. This time, I was almost unable to stay in place, it hurt too much, and I did a little dance trying to cool down my butt. I put my hands there and rubbed it, unable to hold back, while shouting:

"One, sir! Thank you, sir!"

“Good girl,” he said and stroked me again.

I screamed again and jumped in place, putting my hands on my ass to massage it again, but he hit the cane lightly on my palm:

“Let’s get these out of the way,” he said. “I don’t want to hit your little fingers.”

“But you want to hit my ass!” I replied, outraged.

He laughed.

“Looks like you're finally getting it,” he replied and threw another blow. “If you can’t keep your hand out of here, I’m going to have to tie you up and we’ll start over.”

I jumped in place, not even remembering my name anymore, getting lost in the math, but at the same time feeling so much desire for him to take me right there that I could barely stand still. I felt my own juices dripping. I liked that a lot. He threw another blow without waiting for me to count and then another and another. I was already losing myself in the dimensions of pleasure, unable to speak or reason, only feeling the threshold between extreme pain and ecstasy.

“That's crazy,” he said, bringing me back to reality. “It was supposed to be a punishment, but look how you're melting for me,” he said, placing one hand on my pussy and starting to massage my clit with three fingers. He knew how to do that better than any man I had ever been with on Earth; he had precision, the right strength and a delicious grip. He stuck his thumb inside my hole, and I moaned loudly. I didn't even know if the punishment was over, as I had completely lost count. I just wanted him to stick his dick in me.

I looked at him and began to beg:

"Please, please, please..."

“Please what, silly?” he asked, finding it funny, with that look on his face as if he was in control.

“Fuck me,” I said, too excited to be embarrassed, my ass still on fire.

He continued the massage, and I continued to moan, closing my eyes, feeling the orgasm being built in my body in a growing wave. I opened my mouth, feeling my breath hitch with desire. How I wanted that, how I needed that. I was going to die if I didn't reach orgasm.

But, right when the peak of pleasure was about to form, he took his hand away and slapped me on the ass. It hurt more than all the others because my butt was already cut and tender. I looked at him, moaning, whimpering, and turned my back on the table. He hadn't given me permission to do that, but I did it anyway. What else could he do to me? I was already completely at his mercy.

But he seemed to like the idea.

He grabbed me by the legs, by my thick thighs, and pushed me further into the middle of the table, leaving me with my thighs up and exposed. Then, he grabbed my clitoris again and continued the massage. I opened my mouth, raised my eyebrows, and began to feel my breathing ragged again. The orgasm building once again. But, again, he stopped, exactly before the time, and I cried in frustration in response. He slapped me hard on my vulva. I jumped in place and closed my legs, but he forcefully made me open them again and started spanking me again, hitting my pussy, forcing me to leave my legs open with his muscular arms, while I screamed, I felt the burning and, of course, became even wetter.

Then, he started slapping me hard on the inside of my thigh, and it burned like never before. That region was very sensitive. It was like he was pounding the inside of my brain. I jumped in place, tried to close my legs, tried to escape, but he kept me firmly trapped, with that sadistic look.

To top it all off, he pushed my legs up, took the cane again, and started hitting me on my ass and the back of my thighs, in that diaper position, and that was the position that hurt most. I started screaming, crying, kicking and trying to free myself, but it was useless. He was at least five times stronger than me, and I didn't stand a chance.

“Daddy, Daddy, please, I can't take it anymore,” I said, crying, tears streaming down my hot face.

“You should have thought about that before, right?” he said, mercilessly, and hit me again. I screamed in pain and started crying even harder. Then, he opened my legs, took out his huge dick, veiny and full of cavities, very hard, and stuck it in me at once.

He stretched me, because I wasn't relaxed that day since I hadn't done the training, and I screamed again.

"You're tearing me apart!"

"You should have thought about doing the training like a good girl, shouldn't you? Now, take it," he said. I cried, thinking he was going to break me in half. But at the same time, it felt so good; him taking me was like a sip of water after a desert and a breath after drowning.

He began powerful and swift thrusts, reaching deep inside me. I opened my mouth, moaning loudly, unable to control a mixture of absolute pain and pleasure. Feeling the wave of orgasm building again, stronger each time, my moans becoming more rhythmic, and my breath changing frequency.

I was about to climax any second now; I could feel it, so close I could almost see it.

But he pulled out, completely halting the action. I cried in anger.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, restraining myself from getting up and slapping him.

He came at me, swift, grabbed my chin and cheeks firmly.

"I'm in charge here," he said, inches from my face. "And you don't deserve to climax. You won't have any orgasms because I control your orgasm, I control your body. Don't forget that."

He slapped my face to emphasize, then thrust his cock back into me. I cried with desire, desperate for relief, desperate for an orgasm, but he wouldn't allow it. Again, he thrusted until I was so close I could feel it, but then withdrew again, letting me calm down.

"Please, let me climax," I pleaded.

He chuckled sadistically.

"This is a punishment; you don't deserve it," he said, a face of complete control. I had never hated and loved someone so much at the same time.

"I'll be good, I'll do whatever you want," I begged again, desperate. I was almost touching myself, but if I did, he would surely start hitting me again, and my butt was still throbbing with pain.

"You already do everything I want, princess," he said, laughing, and thrust his cock into me again. He knew exactly how my body worked, knew me inside out. There was no possibility of an orgasm happening without him noticing. He would play with me until he got tired.

He repeated that so many times I lost count until he finally stopped.

"Now, I want to climax, and you're going to make me," he said.

He pulled me by the hair with force but slowly, making me kneel on the table, facing him. He shoved his cock into my mouth, forcing me to go deep until reaching the big knot at the tip. I felt his giant organ stretching me inside, going down to my throat. I felt the gag reflex and gasped for breath. My eyes filled with tears, but he left me in that position for a long 10 seconds, holding my head against him, his cock in my throat, then let go.

I looked at him with tears streaming down, ruined by his domination, but he laughed and said:

"Carry on. You have five minutes to make me climax with your throat, or we'll start the spanking again."

My butt still throbbed with pain. I couldn't bear another spanking, so I started doing my best, eagerly and passionately, moving and making circular motions with my tongue while fondling his balls with my hand. He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and climaxed deep in my throat. I felt his semen and swallowed like a good girl. He smiled, stroking my head, then picked me up in his arms as he always did after one of our scenes.

"Come on, I'll give you a bath, dinner, and apply lotion to your butt; otherwise, the bruises will be ugly."

I pouted, dissatisfied, and he looked at me.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked, taking a strand of tangled hair from my face.

"I didn't climax," I complained, whining.

He chuckled evilly.

"And you won't climax today. Only good girls deserve orgasms, and you weren't a good girl, were you?" he asked, and I cried in frustration, but he hugged me and consoled me.

"Aw, baby. It's okay; let's go for a bath."

I knew I wouldn't have the slightest chance of changing his mind, but that didn't mean I was okay with it. I continued with the pout and crossed arms during the bath and later when he sat me in the dining chair and asked what I wanted to eat, I shrugged and said:

"Anything is fine."

"That attitude won't earn you privileges," he said.

I was ready to whine and question him again, but he said:

"All right. Since you won't stop bothering me, I'll let you climax. But you'll climax for a whole hour. Sixty minutes. Can you handle it?"

I looked at him expectantly, my mouth already watering with desire.

"You've been using the vibrator on me for a while. I can't have forced orgasms anymore," I said, teasing him, even though I knew it would probably get me into even more trouble.

He chuckled. During the training with the plugs and chastity belt, he would also use the vibrator on me. However, it wasn't very intense; just a constant wave of pleasure.

"As I've said, I control your body, and I decide if you'll have orgasms or not. And this time, you'll beg for the orgasms to stop," he said.

"I doubt that," I replied, challenging him, even though I knew I might regret it bitterly later.

He grabbed some tape he had. Then, he pulled me by the neck, leaving me breathless, and threw me onto our mattress. He tied my ankles and then my calves, knees, mid-thighs. Then, he took a small ball, not larger than a metallic marble, and placed it on my clit. He wrapped the tape around my pelvis, one around my belly, along with my hands tied close to my body, one in the middle of my arm, elbow, forearm, shoulders - around my neck but not tight enough to suffocate me, just enough to give me agony - in my mouth, and around my hair. I simply looked at him with eager eyes.

"Your fun time starts now. Let's see if you'll regret using that tone with me. Climaxing can get painful after reaching your 100th time in a row, unable to stop, unable to make that vibration cease, no matter how much you want, no matter how much you cry; nothing will make the vibration stop before time. I'll be here watching, don't worry, you'll be safe. I'll stop if you need me to, but your limit is much more than you think, and now you'll see it," he spoke and, with a small remote, clicked to turn on the ball.

Immediately, I felt the wave he had been denying me hit me with full force. I had never felt a vibrator like that. It vibrated with great intensity and, at the same time, massaged the clit just right, at an absurd intensity that I had never dreamed of achieving. No Earthly vibrator could produce a similar effect. I couldn't even make a sound with the tape sealing my mouth, nor could I move. When the second wave hit me, I felt my heart race because maybe he was right; maybe I wouldn't last an hour there.

I knew he would know if I needed to stop, but I couldn't shout or plead. I would have to stay there, enduring it. I was completely out of control. I closed my eyes, trying to breathe deeply. Then, I felt the next wave of pleasure hit my body like a whip, I couldn't make it stop, only feel it, like a trapped animal. I tried to scream, free myself, move, but he was there, watching me and chuckling sadistically. It would be a long hour for me.

Chapter 3.

After I had climaxed about forty times and couldn't even feel my big toes anymore because they had gone numb, V released me from the restraints, and turned off the vibrator. Finally, I could breathe. I was in a state of semi-consciousness where I wasn't fully awake or asleep because I was just oscillating between extreme and delightful pleasure and the pain it could cause.

He took care of me, gave sweet kisses, provided another bath as I was covered in sweat, and ordered delicious food from the machine - pumpkin and cheese soup that reminded me of my grandmother, she used to prepare that for me. I was surprised at how well he remembered what I told him. That, in particular, had been a long time ago.

Then, we both slept on the mattress, together, even though on several nights he would leave me alone there and sleep in his standing capsule. He found it more comfortable and closer to his customs, obviously. But that night, he stayed with me all the time. I slept nestled against his broad chest, savoring his masculine scent. Just feeling his scent already made me crave sex.

When I woke up in the morning, my whole body was sore from the spankings and orgasms from the day before. He was already standing with the uniform pants he wore, his defined abdomen showing - the Zyphder didn't have the habit of wearing shirts, only pants, to protect their most precious assets, which, of course, were their manhood, just like humans.

"Good morning, princess," he said and showed that he had already ordered food for me. Waffles were on the table, and I could smell that delicious aroma filling the room. I sat up, stretching and feeling very well refreshed despite the body pain.

"Are you going to a different planet today?" I asked. "Can I go with you? I don't want to stay here all day again; I need to take a stroll. You have to take me for a walk!" I protested. He gave a funny smile.

"I'll take my little pet for a walk later, don't worry, puppy," he said, laughing. "But you can't go to that planet again; it's the same as yesterday, and the temperature would be harmful to you. So, I'll leave you at the daycare."

"I don't want to go there; M is very mean to me!" I complained, and he laughed again. M worked at the daycare, and she was a dominating woman who demanded that whatever she ordered be done, very different from V, who accepted my protests. The previous year, she had put me in a spanking machine and left me there for an hour. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Just obey her; it's not that hard," he said. "And I want to see you complete your training today. Since you’ve been a good girl getting your spanking, I’ll let you choose. Do you want to go, or would you prefer to stay here?" he asked, and I shrugged.

"I guess I'll go, but I still haven't given up on my idea. I want you to take me to see our planet."

"Is your butt not hurting from yesterday's spanking? Do you want to repeat it already?" he said, and I crossed my arms, determined.

"It's serious, V, I'm not joking. I want to see the planet!"

"I've already said you're not ready for that. I'm afraid that if you see how things are, you'll want to go back to Earth," he spoke, and I fell silent. He had never told me that before, so I knew it was true. The previous year, I had freaked out and asked him to take me back to Earth. I knew that was a big fear of his, but I would never do that again; it was a terrible mistake.

I stared at him with big eyes and felt them fill with tears.

"I've apologized a thousand times for my time on Earth," I murmured. It had been horrible for both of us.

He realized he made a mistake, so he hugged me.

"It's okay, I'm sorry for saying that," he said, and I nodded. He kissed me. He always tasted like mint, I didn't know how. Maybe it was his blue color that produced the same thing as those mint gum with blue specks to enhance the flavor. I laughed at my own thought.

"So, what will it be today?" he asked.

"I'll go," I said, sighing, and went to where I kept my white hospital gown. It never got dirty, which was good because I wouldn't want to have to do laundry.

This was one of the fascinating things about that place; the apartment was self-cleaning. When it got dirty, the apartment itself collected the dust, illuminated it, and made it be absorbed by the walls, going straight to the trash. The Earth's problems would all be over if humans reached that level of technology, but I thought Earth would end before that.

"Before you go, come here, and I'll insert the plugs," V said, pointing to the table.

I looked at him with puppy eyes again.

"Can't I go without them?" I asked. I liked the plugs, but sometimes they could be quite uncomfortable, and I couldn't remove them with the belt. And I had already climaxed too much the day before; my holes were sore from so much intimacy. But he looked at me again with that sadistic look.

"No. You didn't train yesterday, and you're not being a good girl for me to grant that," he said. I sighed and stomped my foot. I knew how that made me look even more like a brat, but he just chuckled, 100% in control, and tapped the table twice for me to go there.

I sighed with crossed arms and went. I didn't like it when he said no. I sat on the table and lay down, lifting my legs for him. He ran his hand over my bruises from the previous day and said,

"You won't be able to sit without remembering me for at least a week. And then we can repeat the dose if you forget how to behave," he said and gave a sadistic smile, showing his sharp canines.

"You’d like that, wouldn’t you?" I said and looked at him with narrowed eyes, but that just made him laugh more. He applied lubricant to my holes and took that giant, soft, and blue rubber plug. It was at least 12-inches long and full of veins and ridges, just like his real thing. He began to slowly insert it into my vagina and placed his hand on my sensitive clitoris. I jumped in place when he did that, already opening my mouth, feeling a wave of pleasure. But he massaged very slowly, just to make me accept the dildo more easily. When it was fully inserted, widening me, he released my clitoris, and I pouted. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a smile, but I didn't complain. I was still very sore from the previous session to risk him giving me a slap.

Then, he spun me with the ease of someone spinning a bag of rice, proving to me again how much stronger and bigger he was than me. He made me get on all fours, first putting a finger in my ass, widening me, and I moaned, feeling my little hole expand, the same pain as always at the beginning, which never stopped. He began to slowly insert the second giant dildo, and I closed my eyes, enduring that and moaning.

Then, when it was in place, he gave me little taps on the butt slowly and said,

"Good girl, that's how I like it."

Again, I looked at him challenging, but he ignored it. He placed the belt between my legs and around my waist, and locked it there with a padlock.

"Do you want the vibrator, or do you prefer it to be off? I know yesterday wasn't easy for you."

"I want it," I said. He smiled.

"Wow, you’re getting me hard before work," he said and put his hands in his pants, taking out his thick and swollen cock completely. He moved it a bit while clicking on the controller to turn on the vibrator. It was nothing like that metal ball from the day before; it was slow and gentle, making just a delightful tickle.

"Thank you, Daddy," I said, and he gave me another refreshing kiss.

"Let's go."

He took me to the daycare, which was a large room where various patients stayed when the Caretakers needed to do other types of work. There were various things to do there; sometimes, we just sat talking, or the Caretakers decided they wanted us to be placed in some training machine that was scattered around the room. If we did something wrong, we could go to the spanking machine or have a similar punishment. And there were the day's activities, which were carried out by groups, and we had to wait our turn.

My friends from the daycare always went there because their Caretakers needed to work during the day. I spotted them sitting on the floor, chatting in a circle, leashed to a hook in the floor, and we went straight to them. I sat near them, and V attached my leash to the hook too. He gave me another kiss and ran his hand through my hair. I leaned my head on his leg, already upset that we were going to be separated. I wanted to be with him all the time.

"Behave, okay?" he said, and I nodded. He gave me a kiss on the top of my head and then put two fingers under my chin, kissing me on the mouth.

My friends looked at me oddly and also waved to him. He left. I watched him go, quite sad, even though I knew he would be back soon.

"It's been a while since you showed up, Sara," my friend Nagui complained. She was from a reptilian planet, so she had green scales covering her entire body and a long snake tail, yet still beautiful.

"We've missed you," Caos, my other friend, said. He had hair resembling sheep's wool.

"I've been traveling with V, but he couldn't take me today, so I had to come here," I explained. They knew how I felt about the daycare. I enjoyed seeing them and interacting, but some activities were too crazy for my human taste.

We chatted, and Nagui told me how her treatment was almost over.

"I've decided to stay on the planet. I won't continue with my Caretaker," she said, hissing, showing her long snake tongue.

"Don't you feel sad about that?" I asked. She shook her head.

"You humans are too attached. For me, he was just treating my injured body," she said.

"So, it's just going to be Sara and me alone?" Caos asked, upset, lowering his eyes. Nagui chuckled compassionately.

"I'll come to visit, I promise, and we can communicate."

"How?" I asked.

"Communication device. I'll get one for myself, and then I'll come connect it to yours."

"But I don't have any, I think," I complained, confused.

"V has one, for sure."

"See? I know nothing about this planet, and he doesn't want to show me," I said, sighing, frustrated, and crossing my arms.

"I understand him," Nagui said, and I looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Are you kidding? You were supposed to be on my side! On Earth, friends always stick together against trashy boys! Hoes before bros!" I protested. She chuckled.

"You're too dramatic, Sara. If he shows you something you disagree with, which will probably happen, you might throw a fit."

"I won't do that!" I exclaimed, astonished that she was suggesting such a thing.

"Then, you have to prove to him that you won't," Caos said.

"Are you on her side too?" I asked, and he also laughed.

"I'm not on anyone's side, just stating facts."

"Okay, then," I said, rolling my eyes, and he pointed at me.

"See? That's what we're talking about."

Immediately, I uncrossed, realizing what I was doing.

"Sorry, lady and gentleman, you're right. I'll be more mature from now on," I said with a fake voice, as I did with my clients at my first job in a store.

Both of them laughed.

"But seriously, show him that you're ready, and I'm sure he'll allow it. He's very kind and cares a lot about you," Nagui said. But I replied,

"You say that because you don't live with him all the time."

But I knew she was right; he always put me first. I had never had a relationship like that, but Zyphder lived to serve, even when they were Dominators. My pleasure and well-being were above everything for him.

Chapter 4.

M appeared, saying that our group was next in the activity. She was a tall woman, with enormous breasts, long and voluminous hair, blue skin, and very beautiful. I had never thought about being dominated by a woman before, but I would definitely let M do it to me if she weren't so sadistic. I wouldn't survive a session with her.

"Good to see you here again, Sara," she said to me, with a hint of irony, teasing me. I knew she liked me; it was just her way of being.

"I think so too," I replied, naughty, and she smiled, shaking her head.

"I see V still hasn't managed to tame you. You're still a brat. Too bad, if he let me train you, you'd be well-behaved in no time," she said. I gave a challenging laugh.

"If not even V managed..." I said. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow but didn't reply.

She disconnected our leashes from the hooks and made us form a line.

We headed to one of the daycare rooms. Those rooms always transformed according to what M programmed, and they were never the same.

I was amazed to see the inside of that place. There was an athletics track there, red, with white lines, exactly like in my high school on Earth. It seemed like we were outside, with the green sky as it was on that planet. The athletics track wasn't that big; it could fit into a school gym, and in the middle of it, there was a pole. On that pole, there was a rotating mechanism where several iron bars were attached to it. And these bars, when turned, operated something like a mechanical engine. I didn't understand it at first, but soon I discovered what M's twisted mind had prepared for us.

She secured each of us to the end of that iron bar with a sturdy metal collar, restraining our neck movements. We found ourselves with our chins raised, our mobility limited by the bars. As she adjusted each of us, when she reached me, she let out a little laugh, aware of my usual defiance.

This time, however, a sense of anticipation knotted my stomach about what was to come. It was utterly bizarre. She took hold of my arms, and pulled them behind, binding them together straight with a leather binder resembling a sleeve. Then, she had me step onto a platform heel. They weren't as painful as stilettos, but still, far from comfortable. She attached a weight to each of my nipples. I couldn't even turn my head to look at her; my neck was locked, elevated, and my face directed forward.

She finished her work, flashed a sadistic grin, and tugged at my nipples ever so slightly. It hurt a lot.

Once all of us were properly fastened to the post, she explained her evil idea.

"You'll walk around the post, and this mechanical contraption will generate power to rotate a whip at the level of your legs. To avoid this whip, you'll need to lift your knees high, as if you were trotting. You'll do this for an hour to get a good workout."

"An hour!" I thought, finding it hard to believe. She had also fitted rubber gags in our mouths, cylindrical in shape, eerily resembling a horse's bit, so I couldn’t make noise. She picked up a long whip and cracked it in the air.

"I'll use this as an extra incentive for anyone thinking of stopping without permission!" she declared. "You may begin."

Cracking the whip again, we started the machine, walking in a circle around the post. Getting into the rhythm was challenging, and the whip for our legs emerged from the center of the machine, like a jump rope game where the rope is spun close to the ground, and everyone in the circle must jump before it hits their heels. However, it wasn't a rope; it was a rubber whip at thigh height. We had to lift our legs significantly to avoid it, and it moved quite swiftly.

Initially, I focused on not falling face-first on the ground, walking while lifting my knees, and avoiding that painful rubber whip. But soon, within the first few minutes, I stumbled, and the whip struck just above my knees. It stung like a line of fire, and I tried to scream, but the gag stopped me. It would strike again in a few seconds if I didn't walk immediately, so I made an effort to lift my knees and keep walking, catching up with the pace of the other creatures.

We didn't last a full hour because nobody could endure it. The creatures stopped, choosing the painful sting of the whip over continuing to walk, so exhausted. When one stopped, the entire machine halted, subjecting all of us to the whip, in addition to M's whip, which she enjoyed cracking on the behinds of anyone standing still.

I glanced at Nagui, further ahead, and Caos. Both were sweaty and stationary, unable to move any longer. Eventually, no one could walk, and we opted for the painful lashes of the whips instead. My entire body ached.

M halted the machine, shutting off the whip, and began releasing us. When I stepped out, I could stretch my arms, lower my chin, and felt tremendous relief.

She led us to the next room, which featured two natural pools, generously stocked with food: a variety of exotic fruits from that world, cakes, and juices.

"You've endured a lot, now enjoy. One pool is hot water, for those who want to relax their muscles, and the other is cold water if you prefer to soothe the burning sensation," she explained.

Nagui, Caos, and I gathered fruits and headed for the cold water pool because our thighs and buttocks were lacerated. They seemed to be in good spirits, but I was about to complain when I recalled what Nagui had told me earlier and refrained from saying anything. I was determined to endure the training and accept whatever was proposed to me without complaining.

Nagui noticed my commitment as we entered the delightful pool and reclined on the rocks.

"It's going to be tough, my friend," she spoke with closed eyes, water up to her chin. "But I know you'll manage to do it, V will notice."

"Absolutely!" I replied, determined, but deep down, I just wanted to run into V's arms and tell him how wicked M had been again. Despite that, I felt incredibly aroused by the activity. The masochist within me never rested.

When V came to pick me up, he asked M how my day had been as he unhooked my leash and lifted me into his arms. We had returned to the regular room. Another unfortunate group was now in that torture machine.

M told him what we had done, adding,

"Strangely, she didn't protest. You're achieving some effect with her, which I thought would be impossible," M spoke, laughing. V seemed pleased, and that was all that mattered to me.

In our room, he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Why are you behaving like this?" he said as he removed my chastity belt and plugs in the same manner he had put them on, with me lying on the table and legs up. "Being good, not complaining? This is very strange."

I chuckled.

"This is the new Sara."

"I'm not taking you to see the planet," he said, as if reading my mind about my goal. But instead of complaining, I said:

"Well, okay."

And he raised an eyebrow again. "Let's see how long this will last," he said.

Chapter 5.

"Can I go with you today?" I asked during breakfast. He was finishing getting ready for another rescue day, and I was having my bowl of cereal with milk. I never gave up asking to go, and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Sure," he said, and I could hardly believe it. I was ready to beg.

"Really?" I asked.

"Last year, I promised I would take you with me. This planet isn't hostile, but the service there can be intense, as it's a planet with many caves and dunes, and sometimes, the inhabitants get into some ugly trouble."

"I'll behave, I promise," I said.

"Okay, then," he said. "But let's put on your training dildos so we don't waste time."

I was about to complain, even let out a groan, but then I remembered I was trying to be as well-behaved as possible so he would grant me what I wanted: to see the planet. So, I said:

"Of course, sir."

He looked at me with the raised eyebrow again. I loved it when he looked at me like that, and he knew it.

"You narrowly escaped that one, huh?" he said, chuckling again.

I lay on the table for him to put the plugs in me. The sensation of being stretched with that giant thing being inserted into both my holes was both pleasurable and terrible. The discomfort would linger all the time, but at the same time, just that thought made me feel a wave of pleasure almost reaching the proximity of an orgasm. When he turned on the vibrator in the chastity belt, I even moaned loudly, and he laughed at my reaction.

Then, he placed the backpack on the floor. Whenever I went with him for a job on another planet, I stayed inside a backpack with a transparent front so I could see everything. He carried me on his back because I didn't weigh more than a bag of rice for him. Every day, that still amazed me. I wasn't used to my weight not being a problem; it had been since I was a little kid. But for him, it made no difference.

I crawled to the backpack. I was very tight inside; I could only sit with my legs crossed, arms hugging them. He closed the plastic lid and locked it with the built-in mechanism. I heard the clicks of the lid closing. That backpack provided oxygen and everything I needed to stay alive and safe if the planet had a different climate. It could withstand various different climates, except when they were too extreme.

He put me on his back, and we could communicate through a communicator in the backpack itself.

"Everything okay there, princess?" he asked. I said yes, still feeling the plugs in my holes and the massage. I thought I might have an involuntary orgasm.

"I love hearing you moan," he told me, and I laughed. Was it that obvious?

We walked through the hospital corridors and then went to the spaceship, which was basically a metallic-colored room that piloted itself. So, he didn't need to be at the controls. There was a chair for him and some machines for the patient, with a stretcher. He didn't let me out of the backpack, not even inside the ship.

"You're so comfortable there, so snug, better stay there," he said. I glared at him. He was in front of me, looking at me as if I were a pet inside the backpack. Fortunately, he had put me facing the wall of the ship that opened into a window, showing the universe outside. I couldn't help but be fascinated. It was beautiful, incredible, something I never thought I would experience. I could see the starry, luminous dots in the infinite.

We flew for some time until I noticed a planet approaching. It was blue like Earth, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. I pictured myself walking through the streets of New York City, with a Starbucks in hand, heading to Central Park. A completely normal life, something I would never have again.

But I turned my attention back to the planet before I started to feel tears welling up in my eyes.

We approached the atmosphere and went in until near the ground. What I had seen as blue was not water but huge sand dunes. It seemed to be a freezing planet instead of hot, but I wasn't feeling any difference yet.

"And now, what do we do?" I asked V when we stopped over a dune.

"Now, we wait for a call," he said. "We have detectors that tell us if a call is about to happen somewhere. We don't know its nature or where exactly, but we can read the planet and be on standby."

"How weird," I said. "As if this detector predicts the future?"

"Not exactly, but it can foresee when there will be an energy malfunction on a planet. It's not 100% guaranteed, but it gives us good predictability. It's almost like predicting the weather for the week; the signs guide us."

"And how does no one see the spaceship?" I asked. That had always been an old question of mine. How hadn't anyone seen me being rescued on Earth?

"It camouflages itself, as if it were made of mirrors on the outside, reflecting what's around it, staying completely hidden. Around it, there's also a protective field; if anyone tries to go through the ship, we're pushed millimeters to the side, so we're never hit by anything," he explained, patiently. I nodded, agreeing, but, as always, thinking about how everything was amazing and bizarre.

Suddenly, a button on the machine started flashing and glowing red. It was a call. I felt my heart race, even though I wouldn't even leave the backpack, and V didn't think twice. We felt the ship shoot upward at high speed, us being pushed down with a jolt.

He put me on his back to get ready and grabbed his patient transport and stabilization equipment.

"Now I need you to stay quiet and behave, as I need to save a life," he said, serious.

"Yes, Daddy," I said. "Don't worry about me. I won't get in your way."

"Good girl," he said, satisfied, and I felt a twinge of desire in me.

The ship suddenly stopped, and a door opened. V ran out with me on his back, and we plunged into the middle of the dunes. Unlike what I was thinking, they had a way of being that wasn't like sand but something that reminded me of shaving foam. V sank with every step, but not like in the snow, like in something softer. Several particles of that foam flew around us. It was very beautiful.

V wasn't wearing any protective equipment because he didn't need to. His body provided him with everything he would need to stay alive.

Further ahead, I saw a creature lying on the ground. It was large and had a bipedal humanoid shape, but its body was covered in scales. It had a huge tail like that of a lizard.

V ran up to it, put the backpack on the ground so as not to carry more weight, and that's why I saw everything. He checked its pulse as he would with a human, and I found that similarity funny. Then, he attached a device he carried around the creature's neck, like a collar. I remembered they had done the same to me.

After that, he placed his fingers under the creature's chin, and I knew Zyphder's fingers had small retractable needles. They could inject small amounts of healing medicines produced in their own bodies into patients. In that way, it was a temporary first aid treatment until the creature was in a condition for long-term treatment.

Then, he pressed a button on a little controller, and a stretcher began to unfold, quintupling in size. The stretcher, controlled by the remote, was placed under the creature's body and lifted, floating at V's command.

Then, V put me on his back again, and we quickly returned to the ship, which had stopped inches from where we were.

He took the patient from that temporary stretcher and transferred it to the larger one inside the ship. There, he connected a tube to the patient, coming from the huge metal machine. That machine had several screens, tubes, and things, beeping, nothing I understood, but V could handle it skillfully.

He walked in front of the alien's mouth. He put a bracelet around its two arms and connected one of the machine's tubes to the creature's navel. Then, he turned on the machine and watched for a few seconds. The machine was red with signals before, but then it glowed green, and he seemed to sigh in relief.

Then, he did something I didn't expect. He opened the fasteners of my backpack and the little door, offering me his hand.

"He's stable," he told me as I got out of the backpack.

I hugged him, realizing how I barely reached his chest, he was so much larger than me.

"You did an amazing job. I don't know how you didn't panic," I said, looking at the lizard-like creature that was still lying there, with the tubes connected to it.

V laughed.

"I've been doing this for millennia, literally."

I looked at the alien lying down. I wondered when it was me there. I didn't remember anything; I had woken up already in the ship's chair, but a shiver ran through my body. I had come close to dying.

"Well, now we just need to transport him to the hospital," he said. I nodded, agreeing. It was my chance to prove that I could be useful.

I stood beside the alien, watching him sleep, monitoring his vital signs on the machine's display.

Everything seemed fine, and I didn't quite understand anything, but then I looked closer and saw that the sensor pointed to a part in yellow and then in red.

I rushed to where V was sitting. He quickly got up when he saw me like that. I took his huge hand and went back to the patient. I pointed to that part, and he exclaimed, grabbing another tube from the machine. This time, he connected the tube to the alien's nose, which looked like an iguana's nose.

"I'm glad you noticed," he told me. "Some need oxygenation, others don't. He wouldn't die, but it would delay the treatment. I hadn't seen that this being needed it," he said and smiled. I also smiled broadly, proud of myself.

"Sir, yes, sir, I'll watch him closely!" I exclaimed, jokingly, saluting. He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

I went back to observing the alien. He only woke up when we were almost at the hospital. He seemed desperate, but I said, "Hi! Calm down, everything is fine, I'll get the tranquilizer."

I went to V again, as quickly as I could, and he got up quickly, touched the alien's neck, and in the next second, he calmed down again, this time still awake.

"Where am I?" he asked, with a very deep and strange voice.

"You had an accident on your planet, and we came to rescue you. Don't worry about anything; you're fine, and you'll be healed," I said to him, never leaving his side.

He looked at me as if he didn't understand what I meant, but then he fell asleep again. V smiled at me.

"Very good, you calmed him down. If not, he wouldn't have succumbed to sleep and could be even more terrified, trying to get rid of the machine. This sometimes happens," he explained.

I felt even prouder. He kissed the top of my head again.

We returned to the ship, and the alien was transferred by a dedicated team to an area for stabilization. Our job was done for the day.

When we returned to our room, I was very excited and happy.

"I can't believe we saved that creature. Is this how you feel? I've never felt so important. I'm so thrilled. I can't wait to see his progress and whether he'll choose to stay or return. My God, thank you so much for taking me," I said, jumping in place and hugging V, words coming out rapidly.

He stared at me with a strange expression and a smile. I had seen many rescues, but usually, the victim didn't wake up, and I could never talk to them.

"You're welcome, baby," V said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. You helped me a lot with the machine and talking to the patient. I'll definitely take you more often. And rest assured, I'll keep you informed about his progress."

I smiled proudly. The thing that made me happiest was seeing that he was also happy.

Chapter 6.

Living there with the Zyphder, I had completely lost track of human time; I only had a rough sense of weeks, months, or days, as their calendar was entirely different. Despite our days being structured almost the same — waking up, me having my meal (since V didn't need that), he going to work, either with me or alone, and going to daycare. I spent time there or in our room until he returned. I spent more time with him until it was bedtime, and we slept.

However, I had no idea how much Earth time had passed there. I didn't even remember when I had been taken; I just guessed it had been more than a year. After a while, I started getting used to it and didn't think I could ever adapt to following a calendar again if I ever returned to Earth. On Earth, every minute of my day had to be dedicated to productivity, unlike the Zyphder, who worked and, when finished, rested, regardless of time.

That only made me more determined because I wanted them to teach me more about their culture. I enjoyed everything I saw there.

So, I had a brilliant idea: I would throw a surprise birthday party for V. They didn't have birthdays, and as their bodies regenerated, they practically lived forever. That was another thing I didn't know. Was there death among their species? The thought occurred to me. Maybe I wouldn't even die, as the treatment made my own body regenerate. That was just one more thing I would have to figure out.

I focused on my plan. Every time I brought up the idea of him showing me the planet, he seemed a bit more open because I was behaving so well. There were no more complaints from him about me at daycare, and I tried to help when we went to his work on other planets. I was doing the training properly and asked for the daily treatment. Who would have thought that being a good girl and following the rules would give me rewards?

I waited for V to leave for work that day and stayed in our room, not going to daycare.

"Behave yourself," he told me before the door closed, and I nodded. I already had the training plugs in place, and the wave of pleasure from the chastity belt's vibrator was already on.

The first thing a party needed was decoration, but I had no way to get anything we used for parties, like hats, and such. So, I would need to improvise.

I grabbed my books, which were my most precious possession. V always gave me more books as a gift, and that's what made me pass my time. I didn't need a job there, obviously. I had everything I needed. So, I started considering that my job was to be a professional reader.

I stacked the books on the table and put some open to pages as decoration. Feeling like a vandal, I took a book I hated, held a page, hesitated before doing what I intended.

I sighed deeply, as if not believing in myself. I would never do such a thing with any of my books on Earth, but I found myself pulling and tearing the page, removing it from the book.

When I did that, I shouted to myself, as if books were too sacred for me to do that. But then I laughed. It was sacred, but it was fun at the same time, and I kept tearing the pages like a crazy barbarian.

Then, I rolled two pages into cone-shaped hats, one for me and one for V. After that, I took a rope - which he usually used to tie me - and started making a party garland with the paper. I hung the flags along the rope and attached the rope to two hooks on the ceiling, above the table. Ironically, those hooks also served to restrain me. There was no shortage of places to hang me there.

I used the rest of the book pages as a tablecloth. I ordered a chocolate cake with red fruits on top, my favorite, fine sandwiches with chicken pâté, and, of course, Coca-Cola from the food machine.

I put everything on the table, and it looked beautiful. I usually didn't miss things from Earth, but this time, I wished I had a camera to take a picture and post it on social media: my alien book-themed party.

I knew V wouldn't take long to arrive that day. He had told me he would work at the hospital itself, checking on the progress of the patients they had brought in transportation. So, I was getting more and more excited because he could come back at any minute. Only one thing was missing for a complete party: the gift. And, of course, I knew what it would be.

I took another rope from his stash and tied it around my wrists with my fingers. I made a bow with my hands together and sat in my chair to wait, too excited to do something else. I decided I was just going to enjoy the vibe while he didn't arrive.

I was already getting wet just thinking about it. The vibrator was on too low a power setting for me to have an orgasm, but I started trying to touch the vibration more, to feel it stronger.

I jumped in place, hearing the door open and V coming in.

As soon as he stepped inside, he looked around, confused, and then looked at me with a smile.

I yelled, “Surprise!” and jumped to my feet, hands still tied in front of my body.

"What is that?" he asked, finding it funny, and walked over to me.

“I wanted to show you a custom from Earth. This is called a birthday party. I decorated it and ordered things for us to eat. It’s typical party things, like cake and sandwiches!”

“And what is this black thing?” he asked, pointing to the Coke, and I laughed.

“I don’t know exactly what it is, but it’s a really tasty liquid that we call soda.”

“And why are you tied up?” he asked holding my wrists.

“It’s because at birthday parties we give gifts and I’m your gift!”

“Oh, you really are,” he said and kissed me. I melted into his delicious kiss. He pulled me close to his body tightly and firmly and wrapped me in that mint-tasting kiss, but then he pulled away and went to the table, curious.

“And what is a birthday?” he asked.

“It’s the celebration of another year of life. We celebrate every year that passes, exactly on the day you were born.”

“You did this to a book?” he asked, looking at the pages, and I felt a pang of fear that he had gotten angry.

“It was a book that I didn't like very much... the story is a bit tragic. I thought it wouldn't be a problem...”

“It’s your book, baby, you can do whatever you want with it, okay?” he said and I jumped in place, happy that he didn't scold me. “And this decoration is beautiful.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” I said, laughing like a little girl, because he liked it. “Every year we do this, we celebrate that we have lived another year, and then we have a party like that!”

“This is very interesting. I guess it makes sense since on Earth, you unfortunately live so little.”

“We don’t think we live for a short time, okay?” I said, pretending to be angry. He laughed.

“Well, I mean in comparison to other races.”

“And at these parties we sing happy birthday and eat the cake, but first we have to eat the savory things and drink the soda. It isn’t until the end of the party that we can have the cake,” I explained.

“That's pretty cool,” he said, interested. “But I want to eat something else now,” he said, looking at me, and I laughed. “When can I play with my gift in the tradition of human birthday parties?”

“You can open your present any time you want,” I said, blushing, and he laughed.

“Great,” he said.

He walked over to me and carried me in one quick movement. I laughed, not expecting it. He placed me on the chair, legs apart, with my hands still toed together, and raised them to rest on top of my head.

He started kissing me on the mouth, neck and chest, stopping to suck my nipples, which gave me a wave of pleasure. I moaned, the hair on my body standing on end, he ran his finger slowly over my belly, which made me feel ticklish, and went to the padlock on my belt.

A small needle appeared from his finger, which he placed in the lock of the padlock. It was the only way to open it. He slowly removed my belt and then removed my vaginal dildo.

I moaned as he did this, the feeling was great.

He didn't remove my plug from behind and I looked at him expectantly, waiting for it, but he chuckled evilly.

“Later,” he said, mean and sadistic as he was, and I made a crying noise, but I remembered I was trying to be a good girl and said:

“Yes, Daddy.”

He laughed and brought his mouth to mine again, so that we were so close that all I wanted was for him to take me. I extended my chin to try to reach his mouth, but he just smiled and moved a few inches away, so that I couldn't reach him. I yelped with desire.

I smelled his delicious scent, his huge muscles, all over me. Then he took his dick out of his pants and put it in me, hard and suddenly. I moaned so loud that even I was scared by the noise.

He started thrusting hard and massaging my clitoris with his hand. I started to moan loudly, feeling the wave of pleasure already coming, as I was already desperate for an orgasm thanks to the vibrator. I did something he loved for me to do, but that I almost never did:

“Can I cum?” I asked, trying to muster enough consciousness to do so. “Please, Daddy...”

He smiled and opened his mouth, also feeling pleasure.

“Of course, princess,” he said and I came deeply, feeling the wave of pleasure going from the first hairs on my head to my big toe, making me squirm all over.

He continued with the fast and strong thrusts, I was completely taken over by him.

Until he stopped and got out of me. I whimpered because he hadn't finished, but he had no intention of stopping. He just turned me around so that I was kneeling on the chair with my back to him and he took out my butt plug.

I felt tremendous relief when he did this. The plug was always so big and cumbersome. But I realized he had other evil plans. He started to stick his dick in there and I cried, because it was much bigger than the plug.

“Easy, baby, I'll take it slow,” he said, enjoying my pain. He took my hair in his hand and gave it a firm pull, keeping me in place, and I screamed when he started thrusting into my ass, slowly at first, and increasing the force.

With his tail, he traced my lips and stuck it in my vagina, moving it inside, right on my G-spot. It was too much for me. I started screaming and begging:

“Please, please, Daddy, it’s too much!”

He chuckled again and continued his attacks on my ass, ignoring me. He pulled my hair and slapped me hard on the ass as he did so.

“Quiet,” he said, but I couldn't stay still, I kept screaming, feeling completely stretched, a mix of pain and intense pleasure.

He put his hand in front of my mouth to stop me from screaming, but it was impossible for me. I felt the urge to bite him, but I was trying to be good, so I didn't do that, I just continued receiving everything he was forcing on me.

So he decided it would be good to take his hand away from my mouth and put it around my neck, squeezing it. I started to feel breathless and a little dizzy, feeling so many emotions at once that I could barely moan.

“I control everything about you. Your pleasure, your ass, and even your breathing,” he said, moving closer to my ear, with a chuckle. I couldn't take it and I felt another wave of orgasm over my body, while he continued thrusting with everything he had, and he came too, deep, making guttural noises.

We both stood there, breathing heavily, dizzy, enjoying the moment, trying to process everything that had happened. Then he pulled out of me, slowly, and I felt tremendous relief. He turned me around and gave me several little kisses as he smiled at me and untied my wrists.

"You tied it together nicely," he said, and I laughed, still feeling on cloud nine.

“I learned from the best,” I said.

I noticed that my arms had even gone numb from being raised above my head for so long. He gave them little kisses, stopping at the wrist and kissing my hand as well. Then, he carried me and led me to a chair in front of the dining table.

"Teach me 'Happy Birthday,' is that the name?" he asked, and I was glad he was interested. I sang 'Happy Birthday to You' very softly and with a smile. He stared at me as if finding it beautiful.

"You are the cutest little thing," he said after I finished. "Let's eat."

"Are you going to eat too?" I asked, feeling like I was coming back to reality but still very happy.

"Of course, it would be quite awkward if I didn't, after all your hard work," he said, and I smiled, excited. He never ate anything. So, we both had chicken pâté sandwiches and then moved on to the cake. We had small knives and plates there because he always fed me, even though my body didn't technically need it. It was something I enjoyed, especially because I could eat as much as I wanted without getting sick or gaining weight.

We cut the cake and ate.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"I still find this eating thing very strange, but it's a good tradition you taught me. It's delicious."

"I'm so happy!" I exclaimed, and he kept looking at me with a smile.

"What?" I asked when he didn't stop looking at me.

"I get it; I think you're right. I can take you to see the planet. Learning about the traditions of another people is very cool, and I see how important it can be to you."

"Really?!" I exclaimed, very excited, almost jumping in place.

"Yes. But I'm afraid you'll look at us differently."

"I want to meet your family," I said. "I won't look at you differently. I don't care about what others do, only what you do for me and your patients. Back on Earth, there are also a lot of horrible people doing dreadful things, and I would be very upset if I were judged for what humans do in general," I said.

He smiled, looking a bit relieved. "Families here are very different from what you're used to. I was born in a factory," he said.

"A factory?" I asked, finding that very strange, and he nodded.

"Here, we have to put our gametes in machines to be filtered and modified to regain reproductive properties. It's not like in humans, just having sex. It's much more complicated than that."

"I want to see these factories, then, I want to know everything," I said. "So, you don't have a father or mother?"

"No, society raises us. We go to institutions like this one after we're born to learn what we need to know. Our values come from there. We live there until we choose another institution for our careers, and I chose the hospital."

"So, if I were to have a baby with you, you'd have to go to one of these factories?" I asked. He laughed.

"You want to have a baby with me?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Well, of course," I said, and he seemed surprised, even shocked. We had never talked about that. "But in the future," I said. "After all, I want to raise my baby. I don't want it to go to one of those institutions."

"Well, we'll have to see about that," he said. "Many people from other planets come here to live, as you know, and since the machines filter our gametes, we can implant them in any being."

"So, you want to have a baby with me?" I asked. He smiled.

"I love you. Of course," he said, and I always felt very happy when he said that because it wasn't really a custom to always say what they were feeling.

"I love you too!" I exclaimed.

"Alright, we can visit one of those factories, but you have to promise that even if you're shocked, you won't run back to Earth."

"I will never leave you again, I promise," I said, as serious as possible, and he smiled. I saw that he believed me, which was wonderful.

Chapter 7.

I could hardly believe that V was actually allowing me to take a stroll outside the hospital. The last time I ventured out alone, I nearly died. I didn't dare attempt it again. This time, I found myself holding hands with V, walking by his side. No need to stay in the backpack, as the planet offered favorable conditions for humans.

I was only in my hospital gown, no bra and panties – items that seemed nonexistent there. I usually didn't mind, but in the open air, I felt exposed. I longed for Earthly clothes.

The sky painted itself in shades of green, and the ground beneath us was red earth. No trees adorned the view, they didn’t have trees in that planet, leaving it barren and naked. The ground sank slightly with each step, and I had to be cautious to avoid a potential entanglement in quicksand-like terrain. V, born and raised here, would effortlessly navigate, but I could find myself in trouble.

The absence of streets, people, creatures, or ground transportation was striking. Everything happened within vast institutional buildings, much like the hospital. No individual homes existed, making the spaces between these colossal structures empty. It was uncommon to travel from one institution to another without using the specific transportation means provided, such as hospital ships.

"And who’s in charge?" I asked, breaking the silence between us.

"There is no owner; we self-govern. In institutions, everyone can participate in a monthly council, taking responsibility for measures in various necessary areas. If I notice a machine malfunctioning in the hospital, instead of waiting for someone to fix it, I take it upon myself. We all operate like that."

"This is unimaginable for a human," I exclaimed, impressed, and he chuckled.

"Moreover, we don't need to eat, sleep, worry about health, or even clean anything because our materials are self-cleaning."

"You have time to live," I concluded, finding it fascinating. "Will you take me to see the baby factory?"

He seemed to wrinkle his nose a bit. "Are you sure you don't want to see another place?"

"Yes, I want to see schools, churches if you have any, nightlife if you go out. How do you have fun..."

"Nightlife?" he asked, puzzled.

"Never mind," I said. "But what I really want to know about is those factories because I want to understand what happens if we both want to have a baby."

"We don't have schools; we have growth institutions where babies, children, and teenagers stay, live, and are educated until they reach adulthood," he said, shifting the conversation back and addressing my previous question.

"I want to see that too," I said enthusiastically, smiling at him. Though he still appeared uncertain, he realized I wouldn't change my mind, so he sighed and said,

"Alright, but don't forget our promise," he spoke.

"I'd be crazy to want to leave you," I said. I wished there was a way for him to believe that I was speaking from the depths of my heart.

We continued walking a long path, passing by colossal buildings spanning entire blocks. "On Earth, if a child grows up and decides not to work, their only option is likely resorting to theft to survive, which would probably land them in prison."

He seemed somewhat confused. "Prison?" he asked.

"On Earth, we have what we call the police, who arrest those who break the rules. Prison is a place where a person can't get out, and it's pretty awful."

"We have nothing like that. If someone doesn't want a job, they simply don't have one. But what will they do with that calling we feel inside our hearts? What will they do with their time? And remember, we have a practically infinite life. It's entirely normal for a Zyhtder to take a break from one profession and move on to another or take time to choose what they want. Most end up deciding on what brings them joy. In my case, it's saving lives," he said.

"It's different on Earth, where most people work only because they have to, to avoid starving."

We fell into a thoughtful silence. For the Zyhtder, it was easy. They had no physiological needs to fulfill and no concerns about money.

I was already growing tired of walking, and he even started to carry me in his arms when we finally arrived in front of another enormous institution. But this time, we stopped. It was a large gray building about eight stories high with various separate blocks.

"Here is one of the factories," he said. There were no walls or anything because, since they didn't have to protect private property, they didn't have to worry about theft or crime. That didn't exist. So, everything was open, and anyone could enter.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked one last time. I nodded eagerly. Finally, I would see something from the planet with my own eyes.

We passed through the entrance door, and the inside was much like the hospital, wide corridors, the same metallic walls.

"How will we know where to go?" I asked.

"I got the map from inside here," V said, showing me a wooden-colored tablet he always carried. "And I know how it works; after all, we visit all the institutions that exist when we are studying. There aren't many types, but what's available, we learn about, also to choose our profession, right?"

We continued walking through the metallic corridors, glancing at the tablet. He located himself and placed his hand on the wall, and a door slid open, just like in the hospital.

"It's the same principle, all the buildings are similar," he said. "Get ready," he warned, and we entered the room that had opened.

For the first time in a long time, I was truly impressed to the point I thought that couldn’t be real. I had already gotten quite used to that planet, but this sight brought a new sensation.

It was a spacious room, much like the daycare, filled with creatures, both Zyphders and from other planets. They were all held in a kind of machine, their arms and legs secured in iron bars, their bellies supported by other bars, and their buttocks raised. Their heads were also restrained by something that looked like a collar. In their buttocks, in both openings, dildos were attached to the machine, moving back and forth, injecting a white liquid that came out of the machine. The machine hummed and beeped, spinning the white liquid in its mechanism, seemingly separating the liquid into different parts. A transparent part returned to the machine, and the white part went to these dildos.

The women trapped in the machine had suction cups on their nipples, one on each, and they were swollen and red, pulsating inside these cups, looking quite painful. There was a smaller cup attached to their clitoris, which was also swollen. Some anatomies were different, and the machine needed to be adapted, like those with tails needing to have their tails secured to their backs, but the principle was the same for all.

There were at least a hundred of these machines, and the creatures were all gagged because, I believe, otherwise, the noise would be too much. The noise already echoed and resonated. There were guttural sounds and loud moans, filling the room that echoed with the sound.

"This is the fertilization machine," V spoke, breaking the shocked silence between us. "It is used to separate semen between the part that would be used for reproduction and the part that would be used only for healing. The reproduction part is purified and potentiated in the machine and passed into the women who wish to conceive."

"How long do they have to stay in there?" I asked, feeling my voice weak.

"It depends on the race; it can take quite a while," he said. "In the machine, it is possible to read the hormone signals of the woman's body and see when they have been impregnated."

On the machine screens, various data appeared, and one of them was a bar from 0 to 100%.

"When it reaches 100%, it means their hormones indicate they're pregnant, and they can leave the machine," V explained, pointing to the screen of a nearby machine, fucking a red-skinned alien.

"But how long does that take?" I asked, almost hesitant to know the answer.

"It can take weeks to months. Our semen wasn't primarily made for reproduction."

"How did the Zyphders manage before these machines existed?"

"They had to engage in constant sex all day long, and even then, the chances of success were low. Early on, as we evolved, we recognized the need to improve our reproductive capacity. That's when we started developing primitive versions of this machine. Only when we succeeded did the Zyphders become a dominant civilization. Before, our race was small, scarce," he explained, avoiding eye contact, perhaps because he didn't want to meet my gaze amid this astounding scene.

I nodded, still deeply shocked.

So, either I would never have a baby, which had always been my dream, especially with V, or I would have to spend weeks to months, according to him, in one of these machines.

"Do you want to continue the tour, or do you want to go home?" he asked, brushing his fingers through my hair. I could sense the undertone of concern in his voice.

"I want to continue," I said, trying to be braver than I truly felt.

We moved to another hall, leaving that one behind. The next was no better. It was a padded room, smaller than the first, but still filled with creatures, all pregnant. They were chained to the wall by collars, similar to how we were restrained in the daycare. It was a cultural habit of the Zyphders. However, they were also wearing chastity belts, like mine.

I looked at V, shocked, mouth agape.

"Do they have to undergo the treatment too?"

"They have to receive the treatment, the same one we give them at the hospital, to keep them strong and healthy for the baby," V explained.

In other words, they would probably have two dildos inside them and be bred later, several times a day, even while pregnant.

They also had those suction pumps on their breasts, and it must be much more painful now that they were pregnant.

"This is to stimulate hormone production and milk," V spoke, noticing my gaze on that part.

"Let's move to the next room," I said, realizing that my voice came out more aggressive than I expected.

Before we went on, though, I noticed one of them attached to a spanking machine, similar to what I had experienced in the daycare. She was bent over, much like in the first room, her belly hanging down, and the machine struck her with a board at the same frequency. She was gagged and crying, but no one did anything. I looked at V with wide, horrified eyes, and he shrugged.

"Discipline is strict with pregnant women because they are carrying a baby and cannot do anything wrong. She must have broken some rules, like lying on her stomach. Don’t worry, though, the machine doesn’t hurt the baby."

He didn't seem as shocked by it as I was.

After that absurd room with the pregnant women, we continued our tour, and it only got worse. In the next room, I was more surprised and astounded.

"This is the room with mothers and babies up to a week old," he said.

It was a room consisting of various beds, and the mothers were tied to them with hospital restraints, thick white leather straps holding them by the ankles, belly, thighs, and even one on the forehead, keeping their heads in place. The baby was also tied to them, wrapped in a white blanket, unable to move their little arms or legs. The baby lay with its head on their chest, and the only relatively free part of the mothers were their hands, which were tied with longer straps, so they could move them to some extent. The baby was attached to the mother's chest, with free access to their breasts.

"The mothers are like this because the initial connection with the baby is crucial in this first moment; it's just her and the baby, for the baby to get used to leaving the body where it lived its entire life," V spoke.

I continued, mouth still agape, finding it hard to believe such a thing. It seemed like a nightmare.

We went to the next room, and it didn't improve much.

"This is the room for babies up to a month old. It's almost the same, but this time the mothers can sit."

They were tied to the wall with restraints on their feet, a collar around their neck, and on their hands, with a little more freedom than before. However, the baby was tied to them with a sheet, still at chest height.

"Here, mothers return to the treatment to get stronger," V said, and I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"So, on top of everything, they still have to endure having sex. And what if they don't want to?"

"We don't force anything," he said. "We try to convince them of the importance. Some don't want it at first, but they are soon persuaded of how beneficial the treatment is. You know that yourself.”

"In other words, you're brainwashing them?" I asked, unable to conceal my tone of indignation. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"You know this is for their well-being, don't you?"

But I was too shocked, so I shrugged, upset. Finally, we went to the last room, which was very similar to the daycare, but with mothers and slightly older babies because they no longer needed to be glued to their mothers.

"This is the last room, and mothers have time to be exclusively with their babies, without thinking about anything else, until they are 6 months old."

"And then are they separated from them forever? Sent to institutions?" I asked, still bitter. V didn't seem pleased with my tone.

"This is why I didn't want to bring you. You don't understand our culture," he said. I felt my chest tightening. He was right; I had been trying to change his mind for a long time.

We didn't say anything more. We left the factory and walked back to the spaceship and then to the hospital. When we returned to our room, V looked at me with a mix of irritation and concern.

"Sara..." he tried to speak, but I shook my head.

"Sorry. Thank you for showing me; I know I asked for it," I said, quietly. "I just need some time to process everything, that's all. But I'm really glad you did what I asked," I said, trying to reassure him that everything was okay. But he kept looking at me in the same way, still distressed. "I'm going to lie down for a bit, okay?" I said, and he nodded slowly. I went to my drawer, entered it, and closed the door.

My tight little space was my place, but at the same time, I felt even worse because I had also fallen into the Zyphder's brainwashing: that I needed to accept being in a tiny space for my own good, undergoing that treatment.

It made me feel angry with them, with myself, with the universe, but then, I sighed. I wouldn't trade being there with V for anything.

But how I wished he were human...

That we both were on Earth, with the same cultures and customs, without this mutual estrangement between us.

I cried a little, softly, because I didn't want him to hear. I didn't want him to console me. I just wanted to be alone.

Chapter 8.

I cried until I fell asleep, and then I slept for a while. When I woke up, I got out of the drawer and was feeling a bit better, calmer. I asked to see the factory, and he took me there. It didn’t mean I might have to undergo that one day, I thought, trying to calm myself.

On the other hand, if one day I wanted to have a child with him, I’d have to do it.

But I didn't need a child, I thought, trying to convince myself.

The room was dark and empty, no one was there. Immediately, I felt a hole in my chest. Had V gotten mad at me? I wondered, feeling irritated again. He didn't have the right to be angry. I had the right to find something as bizarre as a baby factory strange. But again, then I thought: he didn't want to show me that; I forced him.

I went to the food machine and ordered several chocolate cupcakes from Sprinkles. Stuffing my face on Earth always made me feel better until I started feeling sick. But here, I wouldn't get sick, so I could eat as much as I wanted.

I thought about using our communicator to ask where V was, but he was probably working. I didn't want to disturb him, so I sat at the dining table, stuffing my face with cupcakes and feeling sorry for myself.

When the metallic door of our room opened to the side, I raised an eyebrow, surprised. It was V.

My heart beat faster, happy to see him.

"Where were you?" I whined, like a little girl. He loved it when I did things like that because he was my Caretaker.

"I went to work, my love," he said calmly, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was afraid he might be mad at me.

Then, he came closer to me and did something unbelievable that I would never expect from him: he knelt on one knee in front of me and showed me a black box.

My heart immediately raced, confused, almost going into panic mode.

"What is this?" I asked, with a higher-pitched voice than I expected, almost in falsetto. It couldn't be what I thought it was. Zyphders didn't do that.

"Sara, will you marry me?" he asked and opened the box. Inside was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen in my entire life. It was a unique gem, much more beautiful than a diamond because it simply had all the colors of the universe.

It was the strangest thing: as I looked at it, the color changed to red, green, white, black. It had only one color, at the same time that it had several. I opened my mouth, unbelieving, and covered it with my hand, my heart doing a dance. If I knew I couldn't die because of the treatment, I would believe I would have a heart attack right there.

"Of course, V!" I exclaimed, still shocked but ecstatic. My biggest childhood dream was to marry someone I loved, but Zyphders didn't get married. That concept didn't exist there, so I never even thought about it.

He smiled and put the ring on my ring finger, just like a human would.

"You're not the only one studying the cultures of other peoples. I read that on Earth, this is very important to you, so I decided to give you this celestial jewel."

"V, I'm speechless," I said, amazed, unable to stop looking at the ring on my finger.

He laughed.

"You said it's important to get to know each other's culture, and now I believe in that. Marriage is like a contract, right?"

"Yes, one that will bind us to stay together forever," I said, feeling tears of joy in my eyes and jumped into his neck. "I love you," I said.

"I love you too," he replied. "I didn't want you to feel bad about something my culture does."

"Don't worry, I asked you to show me," I said, and we continued embracing and kissing.

V started kissing me and running his hands over my body. I was so aroused after the proposal I could smell my juices in the air. I couldn't wait to take all of his alien cock, especially his knot. The knot was so big, and stretched me so much, but I loved the idea that, like animals, he wouldn't let go of my pussy until he cummed deep in me.

He put his big dig on my pussy and slid it there, while I moaned loudly. He began to thrust deeper and harder, his large, firm body pressing against mine as our pelvic bones collided in a primitive dance of pure carnal desire. The sensation of his cock swelling and his knot stretching me was indescribable; it was as if he were claiming me as his own, branding me with his mark.

Every thrust was accompanied by a low growl from V, a primal sound that sent shivers down my spine, and I could hear the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me, mingling with the intense pleasure that overwhelmed my senses. I clawed at his back, my nails digging into his skin as a silent plea for him to take me harder, deeper.

Sweat dripped down our bodies, mixing with the moisture between us, as the room filled with the sounds of our passion. I started scratched his back with all my strength, crazy with primal instincts.

He stopped, not liking that at all. I knew he didn't like pain. He looked at me, dead serious, and said:

"I'll punish you for that, you little brat," he said. I smiled, excitedly.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I couldn't help it!" I exclaimed and he kept thrusting, hard. Once his knot was connected, he couldn't remove his dick, no matter if he wanted to.

I whimpered softly, my body trembling with desire and arousal. V's knot filled me completely. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as his powerful thrusts echoed through the room. I squeezed my legs around him, needing him to never leave.

"You're so tight, baby," he growled, his voice rough with passion. "I can't believe how much you love me inside you."

I moaned, feeling my climax building within me. "I love it all, Daddy. Your cock, your knot, everything about you," I panted, my words tumbling over each other as my body begged for release.

He smirked, still thrusting into me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Are you sure about that?"

I nodded frantically, my eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, Daddy, I'm sure!" I gasped, my chest heaving as the anticipation built.

He leaned in close, whispering into my ear. "Well, in that case, I have a little surprise for you."

I felt a sudden shift within me, a tugging sensation that made me gasp in surprise. The knot began to vibrate, sending waves of pleasure surging through my body.

"What...what are you doing?" I panted, my eyes widening in disbelief.

He grinned wickedly, the mischief in his eyes turning into a twisted form of playfulness. "I'm giving you a taste of something new, something that will make you beg for more."

And with that, he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more intense. My senses were overwhelmed by the sudden introduction of the new sensation. It was like a bolt of electricity coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending and making me scream in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

My body arched, desperate for relief but greedy for more.

V watched me intently, a satisfied smirk on his face as he continued to fuck me, his thick alien cock stretching me further than I ever thought possible. His large, muscular body glistened with sweat, his eyes locked onto mine as if he was studying every inch of my reaction.

"You like that, don't you, little one?" he growled, his voice deep and guttural.

I nodded frantically, my eyes somewhat glazed over from the intensity of the pleasure overwhelming me.

"Yes, Daddy, I love it so much!" I cried out, my voice hoarse from the intense pleasure. "It feels like lightning, racing through me, making me...making me feel alive!"

V continued to thrust, his pace unrelenting as he watched my reactions. The room filled with the sounds of our passion, our bodies slapping together, my moans and gasps, and the soft, wet sounds of our lovemaking.

"You're mine, you know that, right?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I'm claiming you, marking you as my own."

"Yes, Daddy! Yes!" I panted, my body trembling with desire and arousal. "You can have me, take me, do whatever you want to me!"

V smirked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "That's my good girl," he said, his voice low and sensual. "Now let's see how much more you can take."

With that, he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more frenzied, his large alien cock stretching me in ways I never thought possible. The vibrating knot continued to pulse inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me, making me scream in a mix of pleasure and pain.

My body arched, desperate for relief but greedy for more. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my climax building within me, threatening to consume me.

"Daddy," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. "I need you to stop, please!"

V looked at me, his eyes filled with mischief and desire. "Do you know what happens when you ask Daddy to stop?"

"I...I don't know," I panted, my body writhing beneath him.

"Then you're going to find out," he growled, increasing his pace once more, his large alien cock thrusting deeper and harder into me, stretching me to my limits.

My body convulsed, unable to cope with the intensity of the pleasure and pain coursing through me. My mind was hazy, my senses overwhelmed by the waves of ecstasy that washed over me.

V continued to thrust, his body drenched in sweat, his eyes locked onto mine as he dominated me, claiming me as his own.

"You're going to learn to take everything I give you," he growled, his voice hot and intense. "And when you do, you're going to beg for more."

I moaned, my body trembling with desire. "Yes, Daddy, please, more!" I cried out, my voice hoarse with longing. "I need you to fill me up, to make me yours!"

V grinned, his eyes sparkling with delight, and he finally seemed close to cum.

With a final, powerful thrust, V's knot bulged, stretching me even further as his seed filled me completely. I could feel his warmth flood my core, and the sensation was both overwhelming and exhilarating.

"There you go," he said softly, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're mine now, baby."

I whimpered softly, my body still trembling with the force of the pleasure. "Daddy, I never knew it could feel like this," I panted, my voice shaking. "I'm so glad you're my alien Daddy."

He smirked, his large hands gripping my hips, keeping me firmly in place. "And I'm so glad you're mine, little one," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Our bodies were slick with sweat and cum, and the room was filled with the sound of our passion. I could feel V's heart.

"I'm going to punish you now before you think I forgot about how you scratched my back without permission."

I gulped, nervously, remembering how it happened. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I won't do it again." I whimpered.

"Good," he growled, pulling out of me, making me cry out in pain from the sudden loss of his thick alien cock.

He reached down, picked me up effortlessly, and turned me over. I was in shock as he simply lifted me, his muscles bulging and rippling.

He wore a stern expression as he spanked me hard, leaving red marks on my ass. I yelped, my voice high and shrill as the punishment continued. I tried to squirm away from his strong grip, but he held me firmly, not allowing me to escape his punishment.

"You'll remember this next time you think about disobeying me, little one," he warned, his voice low and authoritative. "You won't be sitting down for a week."

I winced, tears welling up, moaning, unable to stop the wave of pleasure coursing through my body. I loved that.

He kept spanking me, blistering my butt.

"I don't know if this is enough," he said. I started trembling, but he got my hands and pulled them up. Then he picked up a rope and tied my wrists together. He tied the rope on a hook on the ceiling. Then, he got a flogger.

My heart raced as I watched him approach me with the flogger in hand. I had never been flogged before, and the thought of his large, muscular body holding the thick leather straps sent a shiver of fear and anticipation down my spine.

V smirked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Trust me, little one," he said, his voice low and sensual. "I'm going to make sure you remember this as the best punishment you've ever received."

I gulped, swallowing hard, my breaths coming out in short, shaky bursts, but I managed to nod meekly. I was his, and I trusted that he would never hurt me intentionally.

V began to strike the flogger against my back, and it was like little lightning bolts exploding across my skin. The sensation was sharp and stinging, but it was also oddly exhilarating.

With each strike, my body arched, pleading for more. V's eyes never left me, his face a mix of intensity and satisfaction. He continued to flog me, harder and harder, until the stinging sensation turned into a wave of pleasure that I had never felt before.

"Daddy, please, it feels so good," I cried out, my voice hoarse from the intense sensations.

V chuckled, a deep and satisfying sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, little one," he said, his voice rough with desire. "But I have one more punishment left for you."

He stepped closer, his large body towering over me, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. V reached down and grabbed my hips, pulling me backward until I was pressed against his throbbing alien cock.

"I'm going to take you again, little one," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You thought you could disobey me and get away with it, but you're wrong. This is your punishment, and you're going to enjoy every second of it."

I moaned softly, my body trembling with anticipation. "Daddy, please, I don't know if I can take anymore," I panted, my voice shaking.

"You can take it, and you will enjoy it," he said, his voice low and authoritative. "And you will never disobey me again."

With that, he thrust into me, his large alien cock stretching me further than I ever thought possible, filling me with a mixture of pain and pleasure that made my soul sing. I cried out, my body arching, desperate for release.

"That's it, baby," V growled, his eyes never leaving mine. "Take it all, let me fill you up, make you mine forever."

His thrusts became harder and more rapid, his hips slamming against me with a power that left me breathless. My body trembled, my mind a haze of pleasure and need.

"I'm going to cum, baby," he panted, his voice deep and hoarse. "I'm going to fill you with my seed, mark you as mine."

The thought of being his forever made me clench around him, my body begging for release. "Yes, Daddy! Cum inside me!" I cried out, my voice ragged with need.

With a final roar, V thrust deep, his knot swelling inside me, his seed flooding my core. I screamed, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

"There you go, little one," V said, his grip on me tightening as he held me close. "You're mine now, and you'll never forget it." I gasped for air, my body still trembling from the intense pleasure.

"Daddy, I don't know how I'll ever be able to walk again," I panted, my voice ragged.

V chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't worry, little one," he said, his voice low and sultry. "I have a few more surprises in store for you."

With that, he picked me up effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. He placed me carefully on the soft sheets, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Now it's your turn to be pampered, baby," he said, his voice gentle yet authoritative. "I'm going to make sure you're well taken care of."

He began to kiss me soft and slowly, spreading his warmth over me, massaging me and kissing all over me with aftercare.

Chapter 9.

I could not deny that my experience at the factory had been a shock. Thoughts of it lingered in my mind every day—how women of different planetary races were trapped in those machines for days, feeling the cold metal moving against them. Days felt unbearably long in that way. Sometimes, I had nightmares where it was me confined in those machines.

On the flip side, one of my dreams was different. I dreamt that I was pregnant with V's child. My belly glowed an intense blue at the edges, and just recalling it brought a smile to my face. The baby was born just like on Earth, small and beautiful, and I named him Noah. He was all blue like V, with a tiny tail. His eyes were closed, but when they opened, I saw they mirrored mine—light brown, almost honey-colored. His hair was straight and black, just like V's. I couldn't wait to see how he would grow. I felt an overwhelming love for this baby.

After that, when I woke up, a terrible wave of sadness washed over me—a sense of loss for something that wasn't even real. I had never thought about being a mother on Earth. There weren't many prospective dads in my life, so it was a distant reality. But with V, I felt a yearning in my heart, a crazy dream of giving him an heir. The idea didn't make sense. We didn't even have money on the planet Zyphder, but my Earthly mind worked that way, and I had to cut myself some slack. It was all I knew in my life.

I wanted a baby to explore the planets with, to watch him grow, play, and discover everything life had to offer. I wanted to explore Earth with him and show him every corner of that planet I loved, to travel with him through the universe.

V saw me at breakfast, head down, playing with my cereal instead of eating.

"What's wrong, my love?" he asked, giving me a kiss, his large frame close to mine.

"I was thinking, and I think I'd like to try one of those machines at the factory," I murmured, tossing the cereal back and forth.

He looked at me with furrowed brows.

"You're not ready for that, Sara," he said, serious, stopping his preparations for work just to look at me.

"Then help me get ready," I said. "I really want you to impregnate me. I'm willing to try. If the price is staying there, if other women can do it, I can too."

"I know you can, my love, but I don't want you to suffer unnecessarily."

"But I'll have to go through it sooner or later!"

"We can certainly prepare better," he said, and I pouted.

"I can endure training without complaining, keep the dildos inside me all day, and you give me the treatment three times a day. I don't think it'll be that different," I said, crossing my arms. "When am I going to feel ready if I don't try? I've already shown enough maturity, and I think you have to trust me."

He sighed, long and deep, before speaking.

"Okay, we can try," he said, and I widened my eyes in disbelief.

"Really?" I asked. He nodded.

"But only for the minimum period possible. Today I'll go there and ask how to enroll you."

"Oh my God! Thank you, Daddy!" I exclaimed, getting up excited. He smiled, but didn't seem entirely sure about it.

I spent the whole day waiting for him to return, distracting myself with books and imagining what it would be like to be in the machine. And when he came back, I greeted him at the door with a hug, bouncing with excitement.

"So, did you go there?" I asked. He nodded, but still didn't look very happy.

"The minimum period you can stay there is two days. It's the minimum for the semen to start being treated. I have to go first to deposit the semen in the machine, and then you can start."

"Sounds great, let's go?" I said. He still looked at me with concern.

"You know I won't be there to help you if you need it, right?" he asked, and I nodded.

"I'm aware and agree. Where do I sign?" I said, and he looked at me confused. "Earth joke," I added. He didn't laugh.

"If you're sure about this, then I'll write you and go deposit my semen. But, Sara, you have to promise me that you won't want to go back to Earth after this," he said, concerned.

“I’m yours, Daddy. I would never go back to Earth,” I said. He gave me a kiss and forced himself to smile.

“Okay then,” he said. Now shall we start today’s treatment?” he asked, perking up.

"Yes sir!"

We did the treatment at least three times a day, sometimes five or more. And I loved it. It wasn't like on Earth, which I'm sure I would have gotten tired of in a week. His dick was addictive.

V got me in his alien arms and said:

"I'm going to fuck you long and hard."

"Yes, Daddy," I said, shivering, excited.

He gripped my waist tightly, his widened pupils glinting with mischief. His fingers felt like velvet against my skin, yet his grip was firm and unyielding as he guided me towards the bed. I couldn't help but tremble in anticipation, my body aching for his touch.

"That's right," he whispered, his deep voice rumbling around me. "You're going to feel every single inch of my dick as I plow you."

I gasped, my heart pounding with desire. He effortlessly tossed me onto the mattress, my body arched and anticipating the moment he would bury himself inside me. He knelt next to me, and I felt his erection press against my thigh, hard and pulsing. My eyes widened as he slowly unzipped his trousers, revealing his rock-hard cock. It was enormous, throbbing and dripping with pre-cum. I could feel my pussy grow even wetter at the sight of it.

V's eyes were fiery, and I knew he was as turned on as I was. He looked up at me, his gaze intense, and I could see the raw desire in his eyes. "Are you ready, babygirl?" he growled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded eagerly, my eyes locked on his throbbing cock. Without another word, V positioned himself between my legs. He grabbed my hips and lined up his dick with my entrance. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against me, spreading my wetness around the tip.

"You want it, don't you, babygirl?" he asked, his voice low and taunting.

I moaned.

"Yes, Daddy," my voice barely a whisper. I was so ready for him, my body craving the fullness of his thick cock inside me.

With a low growl, V pushed forward, sliding into me slowly at first, then faster as he plunged himself deep. My hips bucked upward to meet him, my pussy clenching around him in pleasure. He gripped my waist tightly, holding me in place as he began to thrust, his cock filling me completely.

I cried out, my body trembling in ecstasy. Never before had I felt such intensity, such raw lust coursing through me. The sensation of his hard, throbbing dick moving inside me felt incredible. His large knot on the base of his dick evident.

Our bodies moved in sync, each thrust driving us further into the passion that consumed us. Sweat dripped from our skin, mingling with our arousal.

"I'm going to push my knot into you," he said.

"No, Daddy, it's too big!" I cried.

But I knew it wasn't too big. I wanted it all. The knot was part of him, a symbol of his power and dominance. I wanted to feel it fully, to accept all of him.

He picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster, working up to the point of no return. I could feel the knot swelling at the base of his cock, ready to be released inside me. My eyes widened in anticipation, knowing that when it finally happened, there would be no going back.

"Daddy, I want it!" I cried out, my voice hoarse with desire.

With one final, powerful thrust, he pushed his knot deep inside me. I screamed in pleasure, my entire body convulsing in response to the overwhelming sensation. My pussy clenched around him, pulsating in rhythm with his thrusts.

He held me tight, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. He was long from over and I was already in the verge of an orgasm.

"Come for me, babygirl," V growled, his eyes burning with desire. "Come for your Daddy."

My body responded instantly, the waves of pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave. I cried out, my pussy convulsing around his cock as I came, my orgasm taking me to heights I never thought possible.

V continued to thrust, his knot swelling inside me, adding to the intense pleasure. It was more than I could bear.

As we lay there, covered in sweat and entwined in each other's arms, I knew that I belonged to him. V's alien cock had opened up a new world for me, one filled with pleasure and lust beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

And so, I submitted to him fully, ready to let him take me on his journey to the stars.

I knew that he couldn't remove his dick before he cummed because of the knot. That made my loins growl, I would have to take him until he was ready, and I was already on the verge of passing out of pleasure.

His cock was covered in ridges and veins, making the pleasure even more intense.

I felt myself starting to lose consciousness from the intense pleasure. The ridges and veins were like nothing I had ever felt before, each thrust sending bolts of pleasure coursing through me. Even though we fucked hundred of times before, I still felt it like a new sensation each time.

V, sensing that I was close to passing out, slowed down his pace, allowing me to catch my breath. But he didn't remove his cock from inside me, he couldn't, which only fueled my desires even more. I wanted him to continue, to take me to new heights of pleasure.

He picked up the pace again, his thrusts becoming rougher and faster. My pussy clenched around his cock, trying to draw him deeper inside me. I could feel the knot swelling again, and I knew that he was getting closer to releasing his seed.

"Daddy, I need you to cum inside me," I pleaded, my voice weak and breathy.

"I'm about to, babygirl," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "I'm going to fill you up with my hot cum."

The thought of him filling me with his alien seed sent another wave of pleasure through me. I arched my back, trying to take him even deeper.

V thrust harder and faster, the knot at the base of his cock pulsing with every stroke. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel myself nearing the edge again.

"Cum with me, babygirl," he commanded, his voice low and seductive. "Let me feel you come around my cock."

I couldn't hold back any longer. My body convulsed, and I screamed out in pleasure as I came again, my pussy clenching around his cock and milking him for every drop of his cum.

V's face twitched in pleasure as he felt my pussy contract around his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head as he thrust one last time, burying the knot deep inside me.

A warm, liquid sensation filled me as he released his seed, flooding my pussy with his hot cum. My body shivered at the sensation, my pussy muscles massaging every last drop of his cum into me.

V collapsed on top of me, his breathing ragged and heavy. His cock, still inside me, twitched and throbbed with every heartbeat.

We lay there for a moment, entwined and panting from our exertions. The room was silent except for the sound of us catching our breath and the soft moans of satisfaction that escaped our lips.

Finally, V slowly pulled out of me, leaving behind a mess of cum and my juices. I felt empty, like a part of me had been taken away, but satisfied all the same. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with lust and longing.

"I love you," I whispered.

V smiled down at me, his eyes filled with love and possession. "And I love you, babygirl. Now, let me clean you up."

He pulled me into his arms, his cock still throbbing against me. He took me into the bathtub and bathed me, holding me in an embrace, while I drifted in clouds of pleasure.

Chapter 10.

My heart pounded forcefully as we approached the factory. I knew there was no turning back; two entire days bound to the machine lay ahead, and V couldn't stay with me to rescue me if I begged him to take me away. The only way was to endure.

A part of me was extremely excited. I felt a thrill thinking about what that machine could offer. On the other hand, I was also very worried. How would I endure it?

V had already deposited my semen into the machine, and it was already being pre-treated. There was no going back.

"When we get there, you have to promise me that you'll be okay," V said, serious. I had never seen him so concerned before.

"I'll be fine," I said confidently.

We entered a kind of reception area, different from the first time we came.

"This is where they'll take you to put you in there," he said, unsure. "If you really want to do this, I support you. You can do it. You're strong. But I don't know if you doing this is the best idea."

"Thank you, V," I said, not letting my smile fade. I felt a twinge of anger from him. I knew he was worried about me, but if he truly supported me, everything would be so much easier, and I wouldn't be so afraid. I wished he would drop that defeated tone and say that everything would be fine, because I knew it would. It wasn't typical of him.

"Well, let's go then," he said, still sighing. I was about to tell him he needed to change his attitude, but I didn't get a chance because a Zyphder arrived at that moment.

Zyphder women, in general, were tall Amazons, busty and curvy, with a perfect body, long hair, and a fierce look. I didn't know how V had chosen me over one of them, but on the other hand, it was hard to imagine them submitting in bed.

"Sara Nova, are you ready?" she asked, and I nodded, looking at V with anticipation.

"I'll come to get you in two days," V said, and the Zyphder didn't pay attention to him, just nodded quickly and started leading me by my leash. They had this habit.

I looked back one last time to see V.

He didn't seem pleased with it, brows furrowed. My heart squeezed seeing him so worried.

The door closed, and the woman began to lead me like an animal through the corridors. I found myself in that warehouse I had already known, with women trapped in machines. The noise was the mechanical sound of the machines and the moans of the women. They didn't make much noise other than an occasional cry or moan, thanks to the gags.

The Zyphder took me to the programmed machine. I looked at the intimidating sex machines where I would be placed, and my heart raced.

I repeated to myself: "it's just for two days, I can do it," as the big alien strapped me to the machine.

As the cold, metallic restraints clamped around my wrists and ankles, I couldn't help but feel a shiver crawl up my spine. The Zyphder's towering figure loomed over me. They didn't talk to me, I was nothing more than a subject for them. She put the pumps in my nipples and one in my clitoris. It hurt like hell. Then, she gagged me.

Fear pulsed within me as the machine whirred to life, emitting a low hum that resonated throughout the sterile chamber. The Zyphder's touch was surprisingly gentle as it adjusted the controls, but I couldn't shake the unsettling notion that I was entirely at her mercy. In this moment, I found solace in reminding myself of our agreement: two days, no more.

She placed the enormous dildo inside my pussy and the plug in my ass, both attached to the machine. I'd be locked in that sex machine for two days straight.

The room was a cold, deafening silence, with nothing but the low hum of the machine, and the steady rise and fall of my own breathing. I watched as the Zyphder moved a few steps away, keeping a safe distance from the mechanical restraints, but I could feel her cold gaze on me.

Every inch of my body was now bound by the machine, I was helpless and vulnerable. I could also feel the liquids being sent inside of me, cold and disgusting. At least, I knew it was the semen of my lover, V. If I wanted to have his baby, I had to consent to that machine, and so I did.

Each mechanical thrust, each pulsating push, brought me closer to pleasure. At least, I'd be able to orgasm. The vibration in my clit was low as I was used to, but constant, and it would help me take my mind off the dildos fucking me.

I clenched my teeth, bracing myself for what was to come.

The machine continued its relentless rhythm, my body shaking with each thrust. I closed my eyes, feeling a sense of loss and abandonment.

As the hours ticked by, the room began to blur. The throbbing dildos pounded relentlessly into me, their steel-hard shafts mimicking the essence of V. I missed him with every fiber of my being. And as the machine continued its work, I found myself desperate for that connection.

I closed my eyes and started imagining it was V fucking me instead.

My mind raced back to the memory of our last moments together. The way V's hands gripped my hips, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I could feel his every touch, every thrust, in my mind's eye.

The machine's relentless pace began to sync with the rhythm of our lovemaking. With each thrust, I could feel myself surrendering to a sense of euphoria. As the V's cold semen filled me, I thought of his warmth, his love, and the child we could create together.

I lay there, panting, gasping for air, my body still trembling, as I orgasmed for the first time. The machine didn't stop, still with its mechanic movement, the pump on my clit doing its thing.

As the night wore on, I found myself slipping in and out of consciousness, my dreams filled with the memories of V and our life together. And as the hours ticked away, so did the agonizing minutes on the mechanical sex machine.

The second day was even more unbearable than the first. My body grew weary from the constant pounding, the cold, metallic dildos relentlessly thrusting and pulsating inside of me. I stopped feeling my arms, but, weirdly it didn't hurt. Maybe it was some sort of anesthetic.

I longed for the bed V and I shared, for V's arms wrapped around me.

As the hours ticked by, I found my thoughts drifting further and further away from my current predicament. I tried to imagine other things, my life in the future with V, and a child.

But no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept returning to the present. The harsh, inescapable reality was that I was trapped in this machine, with no way out.

As the second day dragged on, I felt the tension in my muscles begin to ease. The dildos continued their unrelenting thrusts, but somehow, I was growing numb to it. It was almost as if my body, and mind, were beginning to resign themselves to the machine's treatment.

In the depths of my exhaustion, I found myself drifting off to sleep. I didn't know how long I slept for, but when I woke, the machine had stopped. The Zyphder took me off the machine.

When I saw V in the reception area, I could hardly believe it. It felt like decades since I had last seen him. I realized that I had spent long periods there unconscious, my brain shutting down so I wouldn't perceive the horror I was being subjected to. Now, slowly, my consciousness was returning. I saw the light outside and thought it was something I would never see again, even though rationally, I knew it didn't make sense. It was only two days, but it felt like a lifetime.

V embraced me, and I couldn't even return the hug. I was almost in a catatonic state. He took me back to the hospital and then to our room slowly and with concern, having to carry me. When I came to my senses again, I was in the bathroom, in the bathtub, and he was bathing me, looking very concerned.

"I told you it wouldn't be good, Sara," he said, and I could only nod in agreement. He was right; maybe I wasn't ready for that.

It took almost a week for me to feel like I had my mental faculties back. During that time, I spent sleeping in my drawer, and our training and treatment were interrupted. All I could do was lie there, with a blank mind, not even thinking about bad things, not even with that anxiety about the future. Just existing. He went to work, looking at me with those eyes of guilt and burden, and when he came back, he took care of me, bathed me, fed me, hugged and kissed me, but he didn't force me to talk.

Slowly, I improved, and I could say a few words, and finally, after a week, I was almost back to my old self.

That was when we finally talked about what had happened.

"I should never have taken you," he said. I was sitting at the dining table, eating a filet-o-fish.

"I'm fine now," I said, and it was true; I had survived, but a part of me had died inside.

I wouldn't have a baby with V if it depended on that treatment.

"Do you want to go back to Earth?" he asked, voicing his greatest fear, and I shook my head many times.

"Never, V," I said. "My place is here, with you, no matter how society is or how the Zyphder behave."

He smiled, but still looked at me with worried eyes. I looked at the ring on my finger. I had forgotten it was there, the symbol of our commitment and love. He had given it to me to show that he cared about Earth's customs, and I felt better seeing it.

"I promise I'm okay," I said, trying to show energy and get out of that crisis. "I think we can even go back to treatment."

He looked at me with furrowed brows.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Don't worry about me, V, I've recovered from the shock of that factory."

"Before we go back to treatment, I'm going to punish you," he said, and I looked at him with raised eyebrows, surprised.

"What?!" I asked.

"That's right, Sara," he said, serious. "You knew as much as I did that you couldn't handle that machine, and you forced me to take you there. I shouldn't have listened to you, but I gave you that vote of confidence, and you put yourself in danger because of it. It makes me think that I shouldn't take what you tell me into consideration, because you don't know your own limits," he scolded me, and I felt my cheeks blush. "That made you unwell all this time and even lost all these days of training and treatment. We regressed in your progress, and it's partially my fault because I should never have taken you there. But you're also responsible for your choices, and I'm going to punish you for that."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing, but instead of getting angry or upset, I started laughing. V had seen that I was really better, or he would never talk about it, and I felt back to how I was before. He looked at me with disbelief, but I said:

"You're right, V. I accept the punishment. I want to go back to normal, to our training, our treatment, and our routine. I want all of that again!" I said, and I really felt that way. To my surprise, he didn't seem as happy as I was.

V would punish me, and I could already feel myself trembling in anticipation and desire. I knew it would hurt but I craved it somehow, just like I craved when he fucked me dearly.

He made me bend over the table, and I thought it would be just another spanking section, but that was different, as he was using something I had never seen before.

A strange, metallic object that resembled a cross between a whip and a cat-o'-nine-tails. The tails were made of thin, sharp wires, each forked at the end like tiny barbs. My heart raced at the sight of it, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through my veins.

"This looks so mean, Daddy," I cried out, and he chuckled.

"It looks worse than it feels, I promise," he said.

As he raised the contraption above his head, I braced for the impact, but instead, he trailed the wires lightly over my skin. It felt like a thousand tiny pinpricks, sending a thrill of pleasure-pain up my spine. I moaned softly, arching my back at the exquisite sensation.

He adjusted his grip on the instrument and lashed it against my flesh. Fire seared through my body. I cried out, a mix of agony and pleasure. For some weird reason, that was making my clit throb more than any other spanking implement he had used before.

V noticed it, the way I was arching my back, getting out of breath, moving my body in waves.

"That's because it's specifically designed to stimulate the most sensitive parts of your body," V purred, his voice low and commanding as he continued to lash the instrument against my skin, alternating between gentle teases and full-force blows. "Each wire send a signal to your brain, meant to heighten your arousal with each and every stroke. It's like a stimulator and a whip together."

My body bucked beneath his touch, the sensations electrifying me. I let out a strangled cry, feeling like I was both in agony and in the throes of ecstasy. The pain was sharp, but it was a pain I craved, a thrill that I sought out.

V switched his grip again, guiding the wires between my legs and over my most private parts. I gasped, my body jerking in response to the exquisite agony-pleasure that washed over me. It was as though he was playing a wicked symphony with my body as his instrument.

Each stroke brought a new wave of sensation, an intricate dance between burning pain and pleasurable stimulation that left me writhing and panting in V's arms. He continued to weave the whip and I cried out:

"Daddy, can I cum?!"

Neither of us was expecting that, as it was a punishment, but I was so close it was crazy.

"Go for it, baby," he said, smirking, and whipped me again. As the whip crashed through by back, so did the orgasm wave, whipping through my body.

He, then, dropped the whip and started spanking me with his hand. Now, that started to burn.

"This one you'll feel," he said.

I screamed, a mix of pleasure and pain echoing through the room. V didn't stop until I was squirming and moving behind his hand.

"I liked it better when it was the whip," I complained.

"Sure you did, that's why I warmed you up with it," he said, grinning, and kept spanking me.

I could feel the heat of my skin after the whip had seared it, and the sting of the hand spanking intensified each smack. I was sweaty, drenched in a mix of endorphins and adrenaline. My heart pounded and my breathing became ragged. I was lost in a haze of pain, pleasure, and powerlessness.

V continued, expertly moving between the sexually charged whip and the harsh sting of his hand. He spanked me, leaving my bottom a bright red mess of welts, burning with each impact.

"You're a naughty girl," he chuckled, slapping me harder with his hand, and then switching to the whip again, the sharp crack echoing in the room. It sent another wave of fire through my body.

I moaned, my voice high-pitched and desperate. I begged for more, my body trembling from the intensity of the sensations coursing through me. I felt like I was on the edge of something, a precipice of pleasure and pain that I could never quite reach, never quite understand.

V continued, hardly breaking a sweat. The rhythm of his strikes was hypnotic, a symphony of lashes and smacks that drove me deeper into the dizzying abyss of sensation.

My breath came in ragged gasps, my voice hoarse with the effort of pleading. "Daddy, please, more," I begged, my body craving the exquisite pain that threatened to push me over the edge.

He complied, whip cracking against my skin like a lightning strike. I cried out in a mix of agony and ecstasy, my body twisting and arching beneath his touch. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensations crashing over me, each one more intense than the last.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. V stopped, the room growing silent once more. I was panting heavily, my body still twitching from the aftershocks of the intense experience. My skin was raw and red, a testament to the punishment I had willingly endured.

But there was a sense of satisfaction that washed over me, a knowing that I had been completely and utterly owned, my body brutally satisfied and sated. I looked up at V, my eyes full of gratitude and adoration.

"Thank you," I whispered, the words barely audible as I collapsed onto the table, my body spent and spent.

V smiled, his eyes full of satisfaction and love. He reached down and gently brushed the hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

"You're welcome, my precious little princess," he said.

He started putting some lotion on me, soothing the pain.

I let out a soft sigh of relief as he massaged the cooling cream into my bruised skin. The pain was still there, but it was fading, replaced by a new kind of numbness. Somehow, it felt like a part of me, a reminder of the intensity of the experience we had just shared.

V continued to soothe my wounds, his touch gentle and tender. "You were amazing," he said, his voice full of admiration and love.

"I'm scared that I'll become addicted to it," I whispered, my voice small and vulnerable.

V chuckled softly, running his fingers through. "I hope you do, babygirl. I hope you do."

We laid there, basking in the afterglow of our intense session. My body was still trembling, but it was a gentle, satisfied tremble, not the wild, uncontrollable shudders of pain and arousal.

"Are you ok?" V asked, concern creasing his brow.

"Yeah," I replied, "just tired. And sore."

He smiled, his eyes full of pride. "You took it well. Better than well, in fact. You were amazing."

I blushed, feeling embarrassed and flattered at the same time. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said, his voice soft and gentle.

As he continued to soothe my wounds, I suddenly remembered something. "V, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he said, still applying the lotion to my skin.

"Are you sure you want to stay with me forever?"

"Why would you ask that?" he asked, confused.

"Well... when I was at the fabric, I saw so many Zyphder women who were stronger and more beautiful than me... sometimes I feel like a crying little brat."

But V just smiled, his eyes full of warmth and love.

"You're not a crying little brat," he said, gently cupping my face with his hand. "You're a strong and beautiful woman who knows what she wants, and you're not afraid to ask for it. That takes a lot of courage. You're exploring a new planet and understanding a new civilization. This is crazy strong."

I felt a surge of happiness bubble up inside of me, and I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice full of gratitude. "You make me feel so special."

He simply smiled, his eyes full of love.

"I love you so much," he said, kissing me gently on the forehead. "And as long as you're with me, I'll never want for anything else."

Chapter 11.

I had thought that my time in the factory hadn't left permanent marks on me. But I realized that wasn't true. I was more depressed, more subdued than usual. I didn't even want to rebel, and I went through the training without complaining. V also noticed, clearly concerned about me. No matter how much I said I was fine, he knew the truth. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes, tried to please me, even skipping the treatment on days when I was worse. He even took a day off from work so I wouldn't be alone.

It was almost like mourning for something I never had.

I wouldn't have a baby with him because I felt weak and wouldn't endure that treatment in the factory.

Sometimes, I thought I could if I tried, but I knew that wasn't true. I was human, after all. I would never be one of the Zyphder.

This made me isolate myself more and more.

Until one day, I woke up on the mattress, and V was standing. He smiled and said:

"Get ready, my love, because we're going on a trip."

"Are you taking me with you to some planet?" I asked, stretching. "Do you want me to put on the treatment plugs?"

He shook his head. "You're also on vacation from training," he said, smiling. I smiled back, trying to cheer up.

"Do I have to go in the backpack?" I asked. He shook his head again. "I chose a planet to take you to that has the ideal conditions for humans," he explained. I nodded.

"I'm ready then," I said, getting up.

We left the hospital and went to one of their ships, which looked much like the inside of a sardine can. He didn't open the window this time, but I didn't question it. I sat there, waiting for us to arrive. He was standing beside me.

"I have a present for you," he said. He took a package from inside the backpack and handed it to me.

It was a gift like those from Earth, wrapped in pink and blue colored paper. The pang of homesickness for my planet was accompanied by joy at the gesture.

"Thank you, V!" I exclaimed, unwrapping it carefully. Inside, there were Earth clothes, including a short yellow dress with floral daisies, very pretty. Something that internet or Pinterest models would wear. The underwear was black. I never thought I would miss wearing a bra, but it was one of those little things that made a difference, and I no longer had it.

"I know you always wanted to have your clothes back, and I'll give them to you always," he said, kissing me.

Warm tears streamed down my eyes. "Thank you, Daddy," I said, my chest swelling with a warm feeling.

We felt the ship stop. It drove itself, and V didn't have to control it.

"We've arrived," he said, helping me up from the chair. I changed clothes in front of him, and he smiled.

"You look wonderful," he said. Again, I felt like crying with emotion.

We got down from the ship and my mouth hung open. Before asking what was happening, I needed to recover from the initial shock.

"Where are we?" I asked, weakly, not believing my eyes.

It was Central Park. My jaw dropped. I didn't know if it was true or not, if it was really Central Park in New York on Earth or if it was some illusion, a room that perfectly imitated Central Park or some other planet replica of it, but I couldn't close my mouth in shock, looking at V. He laughed.

"Welcome back to your home," he said.

"V, is this real?" I asked, trembling slightly. I couldn't believe it. People around me were passing by enjoying the view of the trees. The wind gently touched my face; it must be spring. I could hear the traffic around, cars passing in the frenzy of New York.

"Yes, my love," he said. This time, I felt tears streaming down my face. I couldn't even believe that it was real. "I pay attention to you," he said. "You had told me that this was one of your favorite places."

In fact, we talked for long hours, and I told him everything about Earth while he listened, smiling and stroking my hair. I looked at the ship, thinking that humans would be shocked to see something like that there, and I realized that it was camouflaged with mirrors, as V had explained. Strangely, he also seemed more transparent. His outlines weren't so sharp there.

I hugged him unable to believe it, and he hugged me back. "But no one can see me. I'm camouflaged too."

"What do you mean?" I asked, laughing loudly, feeling my chest exploding with emotion.

"We can make our skin work like the mirrors of the ship. And if someone tries to go through me, they'll be pushed a little to the side, through a magnetic field around me. Of course, I deactivated it for you, but I need to activate it again for safety."

"That's amazing," I said, not believing it, and he laughed. "So, it's like I'm talking to myself?"

He shrugged. "I guess so," he said. I laughed again.

"Good thing it's New York here, only crazy people," I said.

We started walking, and I exclaimed for everything, even for the simplest things, like a fully bloomed tree, a dog chasing squirrels, a huge raccoon that was there, a picnic, couples holding hands, the sun and the blue sky that I missed so much. The fact that the sunlight warmed me slightly and made me feel alive.

We walked for a long time and then chose a more secluded tree to sit under. I ran my fingers through the grass as if I couldn't believe it. The little hairs tickled my hand. I let a ladybug land on my leg and walk on it. I looked at it for a long time. Then I realized I was silent.

"It feels like a dream. I'm so happy that I can't even believe it," I said, and he smiled.

"If you want to stay, I understand," V spoke without letting the smile fade. "I know how much you miss Earth, and the planet Zyphderly wasn't made for you. I didn't want to bring you back to Earth for fear that you would stay. But seeing your happiness, I realize I was being selfish. I just want to see you happy and nothing else," he said, and I felt the weight of his words.

But I opened my mouth, not believing what he was saying.

"V, I would never leave you. I like it here, it's true. I missed it a lot. We can come to visit whenever, but a beautiful place means nothing without someone to share it with. And I don't want to share my life with anyone else but you," I said, and he looked at me with big surprised and relieved eyes. His eyes were even a bit teary, something I had never seen. I didn't think Zyphder cried or functioned like that.

"I wanted to kiss you, but it will be kind of strange if someone sees, won't it?" I said, and he burst into laughter. "Let's go back so I can kiss you?" I asked.

He seemed shocked again. "Do you really want to leave?" he asked, and I laughed.

"You silly," I said and stood up, extending my hand to him. He held it, and together we returned to the ship.

When we got back to the room, I felt rejuvenated and happy. I was jumping up and down again. "Can we visit Earth more often?" I asked. "I really want to take you to a beach."

"Absolutely!" he exclaimed. "We'll go whenever you want. I want to explore all the places with you," he said, and I couldn't feel happier.

But inside me, I still felt something strange, as if I needed to get something that was bothering me out. Lately, I had stressed myself too much and gathered all that inside my chest. It wasn't good, I knew, but I couldn't relieve myself. So, I looked into his eyes and made a request, feeling my heart race as the words came out of my mouth...

Chapter 12.

"…V, could you give me a spanking?" I asked, blushing. "I really need to cry and I can't."

V looked at me with raised eyebrows, surprised by my request. I realized again how big he was close to me. His alien blue skin, his enormous muscles, his height of almost 7 foot tall, his tail. He was totally different from a human but I couldn't love him more.

"Sure, babygirl. Lay down here," he said, sitting down on the mattress and patting his knees.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. But my desire to release the emotions overwhelming me outweighed any reservations. With shaky steps, I approached V and lowered myself onto his lap, positioning myself carefully.

As I settled in, I felt the warmth emanating from his body, comforting and reassuring. V's hand gently caressed my back, soothing me before the spanking even began. His touch was tender, loving, as if he understood the deeper need behind my request.

Seconds stretched into eternity as I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the cathartic release that awaited. I knew it would hurt. I wanted to cry.

And then, with a firm yet gentle motion, V's hand landed on my bottom.

The impact sent a jolt of sensation coursing through my body. The sting mingled with an odd sense of relief. Each subsequent strike from V's hand seemed to chip away at the emotional walls I had built within me.

With every spank, I could feel myself unraveling, even though it hurt like crazy. It started burning with each slap, and I started whimpering, trying to get away. He held me firmly in place.

"You asked me to cry, so we will go on until you do so," he told me, and kept the spanks coming.

The heat from my bottom seemed to radiate like a furnace, my skin turning red with each strike. I struggled against V's grip, but he held me fast, never faltering in his mission to help me let go.

The tears welled up in my eyes, but I couldn't let them flow. It wasn't working, even though it really hurt.

He continued to spank me, his hand firm yet gentle.

"It's not enough, Daddy," I told him, upset. He chuckled.

"Don't worry, this is just the warm up. You'll be crying alright after we're done," he said and stopped the spanks. Then, he showed me the bathbrush he was carrying. I hated that thing, it hurt like hell.

He started striking me with that, each blow sending waves of pain and shame through my entire body. I squirmed and kicked, but V held me tight, his strength unwavering.

Tears finally started to fall, hot and salty, as the pain from the bathbrush combined with the earlier spanking. I felt my body shaking, my entire being convulsing with the emotion that I had been trying to suppress for so long.

V's grip tightened around me, his voice a soothing murmur in my ear. "That's it, babygirl. Let it all out. You're safe with me."

As the brushing continued, my cries grew louder and more anguished, my body wracked by a storm of raw emotion. The pain and humiliation were almost unbearable, but I knew I had to release it all, to purge myself of the darkness that had been building within me.

When I realized, he had stopped and was hugging me in his lap.

"It's alright, it's okay," he said, soothing and rocking me. I started crying even harder. "That's it, baby."

Finally, the storm of emotions within me subsided, and I was left panting and sobbing uncontrollably in his embrace. V held me close, his warmth and strength an unshakable comfort in the midst of my release.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I don't know how to thank you."

"You don't need to," he said softly, brushing my hair away from my tears-streaked face. "That's what I'm here for. You're safe now."

We sat quietly for a while, my body still trembling with the remnants of the catharsis. I couldn't help but feel lighter, as if the burden I had been carrying for so long had been lifted.

"I can thank you with a blowjob," I told him and smiled through my wet eyes. He smiled.

“Would you like that?" he asked.

"Yes, please, Daddy, I want to taste you," I said, getting excited.

V chuckled softly, amused at my eagerness. He held me tighter, our bodies still enveloped in each other's warmth.

"Alright, babygirl. Make yourself comfortable," he said.

I climbed onto the mattress and positioning myself on my knees, my head lowered towards his groin. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the anticipation coursing through me.

V took a deep breath, his eyes lingering on me for a moment before he gently guided his erection into my mouth. I opened wide, allowing his thick, alien member to fill my mouth, the taste and smell of him overwhelming my senses.

My lips moved up and down his shaft, my tongue darting around. He pressed my head lightly but firmly toward his body, making me take him entirely, even his knot on the base.

I gagged a little, but managed to adjust, focusing on the task at hand. V's hands tightly gripped my hair, his breaths becoming heavier. I could feel the tension building within him.

I increased the pace, sucking and slurping, my tongue tracing intricate patterns on his length. I could tell he was about to climax, and I wanted to feel every drop of his essence flood my mouth.

Finally, V groaned loudly, and I knew it was time. As his juices began to spill into my mouth, I swallowed eagerly, savoring the moment. The taste of him was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, a mixture of salty and sweet that intoxicated my senses.

I continued to milk him, draining every last bit of his potent release, until he slowed to a halt. He released my hair, and I pulled away, gasping for air and smiling contentedly.

"You're incredible, babygirl," V praised, looking down at me with a mixture of admiration and desire.

"I love pleasing you, Daddy," I replied, my cheeks blushing.

V pulled me into a deep kiss, his lips soft and tender against mine. His taste was still strong on my lips, and I relished in the connection we shared. We broke apart slowly and we hugged.

"I love you," I told him, still feeling the pain lingering in my butt.

"I love you too, babygirl," V said, his voice filled with affection. "But I think we should get you some ice for that butt. You need to take care of yourself."

I nodded, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Yes, Daddy, I will."

He helped me stand up and led me to the food machine, where he ordered a cup with ice. He carefully placed it on my bottom, and I moaned in protest. The cold sensation was both soothing and painful, but I knew it was necessary.

V leaned down, whispering into my ear. "I'm just glad you're okay. That was a tough one."

I sighed and snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and loved. "I know, Daddy. Thank you for staying with me. I don't know what I would have done without you."

He kissed the top of my head and held me tight.

Chapter 13.

"V, I think I'm finally ready," I told him, as he sat at the dining table, relaxing after a day at the hospital. I smiled at him, wearing my floral dress, and stood in front of him.

"Ready for what, my angel?" he said, pulling me closer to him.

"I think I can handle the factory. I really want to have a baby, and I know I can do it with your support."

He did the opposite of what I expected. I was worried he would get angry that I brought up this topic again, or that he would become scared, concerned, or upset. Instead, he laughed.

"I know you won't let go of this idea, so I have a surprise for you."

I looked at him, confused.

"A surprise?"

"Yeah," he said, getting up and taking my hand.

We both walked into the hospital corridor and entered another room.

When we entered the smaller room, my jaw dropped.

It was one of those sex machines from the factory.

"Surprise," he said, and I looked at him, shocked. "I managed to convince the council that it would be beneficial for patients to have one of these machines here in the hospital. This way, you can be fertilized at home without having to go to the factory."

"V, I can't believe..." I said, my mouth still open, and he hugged me with his massive body.

"Like it?" he asked.

"I loved it!" I exclaimed, excited.

I couldn't believe he had actually got a sex machine for us.

"This will be incorporated in your treatment. Some hours here, every day, and in some months, you'll get pregnant," he said, his alien self smiling, his blue skin glowing.

"Now, I will have to wear the plugs, the chastity belt, and stay in this machine?" I protested, as a joke.

"I can get a spanking machine too, so you'll learn not to be a brat," he said, lifting my chin to look at his beautiful black eyes. I laughed, we were both just playing.

"I love you, Daddy!" I exclaimed and hugged him, kissing him, our arousal growing.

"Let's test it out," he said. I raised my eyebrows, thinking about running away. My last experience wasn't the best. But he held me firmly and conduced me to the machine's bench. He strapped me in place and I felt the dildos entering both of my holes.

The machine hummed softly, vibrating with anticipation. He reached for the remote control, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Alright, princess," he said, his voice low and full of excitement, "let's see how well you can take it." With a grin, he flipped a switch, and the machine sprang to life.

I gasped as the vibrations coursed through my body. My breath hitched in my throat as the sensations intensified, each touch of the machine more exquisite than the last. I moaned softly, my eyes locked with his.

"Are you ready for more, baby?" he asked, his voice filled with lust.

I nodded, my body begging for more. It was so much better than last time I was in a sex machine. I felt the orgasm building.

As the intensity of the vibrations continued to build, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My moans became louder, more desperate, and I could tell that my Daddy was loving every second of it.

He moved closer to me, his eyes burning with desire. His hand slid down my body, tracing the curve of my hip and sliding between my legs. I shuddered at the feel of his fingers against my clit, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through me.

"Oh, Daddy," I breathed, my voice strained with need. "I'm so close."

He gave me a dark, devilish grin before flipping another switch on the remote. The machine surged with new power, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I cried out, my climax crashing over me like a tidal wave.

As I lay there, my body still trembling, he smiled.

"Now, it's my turn," he said, unstrapping me. He carried me in his arms and threw me on the mattress, ready to take me.

"You were amazing," he praised me, his voice hoarse with desire. He kissed each part of my body. "You're the perfect princess for this machine."

I blushed at his words, but couldn't help feeling proud. I'd never felt so desired, so needed, in my entire life. He was my Daddy, my owner, and I wanted nothing more than to please him.

He positioned himself between my legs, sliding inside me easily. The memory of the vibrations from the machine still echoed through my body, heightening my pleasure. He began to thrust, his movements powerful and deliberate. I was in all fours, totally accessible for him, and he spanked my butt.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, my voice husky with arousal. "Fuck me, please."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more intense. My orgasm built once again, the pleasure overwhelming me. I cried out and he smiled, enjoying my pain and pleasure.

"I can't take it anymore, it's too much, Daddy!" I cried, but he kept thrusting with all he had. He started spanking me raw, blistering my butt, while he kept thrusting. I moaned.

"Yes, Daddy! Harder! More!" I begged, my body shaking with each spank. My orgasm was a fiery inferno, engulfing every inch of my being. I howled in pleasure and pain as his thrusts became rougher, our bodies slapping together with each impact.

My butt was on fire, yet he kept spanking me over and over. It was too much but I couldn't escape that. I thought about crawling away on the mattress but he would get me and make me regret that.

"Daddy, please," I whimpered, my voice raspy from the intense pleasure. "You're making me cum so hard. I can't take it anymore."

He leaned down and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so that our eyes met. His were glow with desire.

"Are you sure you want this? You know what happens when you disobey me, princess," he growled.

"I know, Daddy," I moaned, my eyes filling with tears. "I just need you to be gentle."

He released my hair and smiled. "Very well," he said, slowing his movements. "But don't think I won't punish you later. You don't control anything here, I do, do you understand?"

I nodded, my breathing ragged. He continued to thrust, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the desire in them, the hunger.

When he finally finished, he collapsed on me, our bodies sweaty and panting. I relished the feeling of him inside me, our bodies still connected. He kissed me gently, grazing my lips with his teeth.

"You were amazing, my precious little one," he whispered, his voice as smooth as silk. "I'm so proud of you."

I smiled up at him, my heart swelling with love and gratitude. In that moment, I knew I belonged to him completely, and it was the most exhilarating feeling I'd ever experienced.

"Thank you, Daddy," I murmured. I couldn't be more in love.

My punishment later wasn't easy. I thought he might have forgotten, but, after my nap that afternoon, he said:

"I will punish you now. Get ready to take it, princess."

I knew I couldn't escape it. I was his, and he had every right to punish me for my disobedience. I clenched my fists and steeled myself for the pain that was to come.

He led me to the corner of the room, where he kept his collection of implements. I could see the cane, the belt, and a variety of other tools hanging on the wall. I was shivering in fear and anticipation.

"You will be punished," he said, his voice low and firm. "But I will make sure it is a punishment that will teach you the importance of obedience. Do you understand?"

I couldn't speak, but I nodded. I wanted to show him that I understood, even if I didn't want to endure the pain.

He pulled out the cane and raised it in the air. I could see the thick, black handle and the long, thin rod. It looked like it could pack quite a sting.

"This is what you'll be getting," he said, his voice calm and measured. "It will hurt, but it will also be a reminder that I am in control. Do you understand?"

I nodded again, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I deserved this, and I wanted to show him that I was sorry for my disobedience.

He raised the cane high. I could see the muscles in his arm tensing as he got ready to strike. My breath caught in my throat as I braced myself for the first stroke.

Crack! The cane came down on my buttocks with a force that made me gasp. It stung like a thousand bees, and I knew there were many more to come.

"You’ll be quiet, princess," he said, his voice firm and unyielding. "No matter how much you want to scream, you will not make a sound. Do you understand?"

I nodded, my face burning.

He took a deep breath and swung the cane again.

Crack! My heart leapt into my throat as he struck me harder this time, leaving a hot, searing pain across my buttocks. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

He continued, stroke after stroke, each one landing with a fierce crack. that left my skin feeling like it was on fire. I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain, but I kept my promise to not make a sound.

After what felt like hours, he finally stopped. I could hardly move, my buttocks feeling like they were on fire. He led me to the bed and pushed me down onto it.

"You've been a very naughty princess," he said, his voice still firm. "But I'm going to make sure you learn your lesson. I'm going to take care of you."

He pulled out a tube of lube and squirted some onto his fingers. I winced in anticipation as he rubbed it onto my pussy, sliding his fingers in and out, stretching me out.

"This is going to hurt, but it will make you feel so good," he promised. "You need to learn to take what you get, princess."

He positioned himself behind me, his cock hard and throbbing. I could feel the head of it pushing against me, the tip of it entering me. I gritted my teeth, bracing myself for the pain.

"Please," I gasped, my voice barely audible. "Be gentle."

He chuckled, a deep and resonant sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I wouldn't dream of it," he said, and slowly began to thrust, taking care to stretch me out, to prepare me for the pleasure that was to come.

As he fucked me, I could feel the pain receding, replaced by a growing sense of gratitude towards him - for punishing me so harshly, for making me feel so alive, so completely his. My body responded to the pain, the pleasure, the domination and submission, with an intensity I had never experienced before.

His thrusts became harder, more urgent, and I could feel my orgasm building. I moaned his name, my voice hoarse with arousal, and he grinned, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Yes, princess," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Come for me, baby. Come while I fuck you raw, so you never forget whose little girl you are."

∆∆∆

We traveled to many places after that time in Central Park. I asked him to take me to a deserted beach so we could be alone. He had never entered the sea and seemed shocked that the waters came in waves. I also asked to go to Disney, a place I used to visit as a child with my parents. He didn't understand what was happening inside, the reason there was a miniature castle and a lot of people shouting at the sight of Mickey, but I was one of them.

I took him to see what a typical mall was like, one of our favorite things to do, and again, he was quite confused.

“So, I can't just take what I want?” he asked. “It was like that with your clothes. I just took and left,” he said, and I burst into laughter. He had given me many more clothes since then.

“No, V, that's called stealing,” I said, and I had to explain the concept of capitalism to him.

“Well, I think we've been stealing for a long time then. The hospital that operates the food machines, maybe they have some way to pay for it, but I was just taking,” he said, laughing loudly too.

After these outings, back on the ship, I always felt much happier, and so did he.

“You're right, Sara,” he told me as we sat at the dining table, watching me eat. “It's very cool to learn about your customs, and now I understand your interest in Zyphderly. And I have an idea of how to make you understand everything here.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Really, how?” I asked.

“The same way I learned. At school,” he said.

“On Earth, school is only for children and teenagers.”

“I researched, and here we can enroll in an adult academy. It will serve as a school to teach you everything about the planet. It seems that it's not just you who has this interest. The people who come to live here from outside also do. So, I'll enroll you, what do you think?” he suggested. “It’ll be better for you than the daycare.”

“I think it's a great idea!” I exclaimed.

“There, you'll learn everything in Zyphder style.”

“But wait, will it be like the daycare?” I asked, and he laughed.

“No, there are no weird activities, but Zyphder can be very different from humans. As you already know, we don't tolerate jokes, and education can be quite strict.”

I laughed.

“I'm sure I'll like it,” I said, unable to be happier than that.

The End

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P. Parker loves to write spicy stories about aliens, vampires, witches, shape-shifters, and anything paranormal. When not writing, she's watching American football and playing games. She lives with her two rabbits and her chinchilla near the sea; her greatest pleasure is going to the beach, watching the sea while thinking about her newest adventures to be written. Also, she loves researching rubber dildos of different sizes and mysterious shapes that look like monsters. This may seem like an unusual hobby, but she recommends it to all readers.

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