Kidnapped for pleasure by the Alien

His pet human would be used by another male.

He would watch it all of it and he would enjoy it.

But tonight was for her Master. His last night when she truly was only for him, his very own island of

utterly subjugated female, her body craving his lash as much as her mind yearned for his caresses. He'd always make sure she had plenty of both, no matter what might come in the morning. The sight of her naked, cruelly bound body never failed to quicken his heartbeat, and harden his cock. He found her as he often did, the little female curled up in her cage, the polished steel bars both an alluring signal of her debased status in his household, and a frustrating impediment to his visual enjoyment of her luscious form. Standing over her, he watched the sweet creature for a long while, the auto-filter of the floor-to-ceiling glass darkening as the afternoon sun angle flattened, until only a sliver of its golden brilliance peaked over the craggy mountains west of the teeming city, its dazzling lights glittering in the valley below. The Three Sisters would be aloft soon, looming huge in the night sky, the welcome nocturnal company of every soul on Yaanfahr.

She stirred, as if knowing her Master was nearby. And waiting. He'd exactingly trained her, through her agony and tears and hoarse, pleading cries, to never, ever, make her owner wait.

Pale blue eyes, framed by the thick black straps, peered up at him, the delicate brow furrowed in fear or concern. The soft, pink lips worked.