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  It was no easy task to tie the large, incredibly handsome man securely. As she tied knot after knot, she thought about whether to call the police. Certainly her off-world patient did not want that. Were there laws around this sort of thing? Not that she knew of. Where had he come from? How had he gotten to her clinic? There were so very many questions and she couldn’t answer any of them.

  She needed to clear her head. Sleep was out of the question now, but a shower wasn’t. She needed to regroup and she knew she’d feel better once she was cleaned up and dressed. The world would be more manageable then, even the parts of it with aliens.

  Running more on auto-pilot than out of any rational decision-making process, Serena draped a blanket around her astral guest’s shoulders and went upstairs to take a shower.

  She was humming to herself under a stream of hot water and almost managing to pretend that everything was alright, nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and her life was still as pleasant and provincial as it had been an hour earlier when the bathroom door opened and the shower curtain was torn off the rail. Serena turned and screamed simultaneously, covering various parts of her body as best she could, which was not terribly well.

  The alien man was much, much taller when he was standing up, and his golden eyes were much more terrifying when boring down at her from a good three feet higher than the top of her head. Serena stared up at him with wide, frightened eyes, taking in every part of his body. Her gaze was drawn inexorably down the muscular plane of his stomach all the way to his penis, which hung long and heavy at the apex of his thighs. He was not erect. She could not begin to imagine how long and thick his manhood would be when he was. Every part of him was powerful and oversized—and she was entirely at his mercy.

  Without a word, Zed reached out, grabbed her now screaming, flailing form, and hauled her out to the bedroom. Rivulets of water ran from her soaked hair and body, leaving long dark drip marks on the carpet as she squirmed and thrashed against a body that felt like flesh-covered steel. He was so very much larger than a normal man, and much, much stronger. She could sense that in the way he held her, her flailing making no difference at all to the power of his grip.

  “What are you doing! Where are you taking me!?” A terrible fear of being taken off-planet suddenly gripped her. What if he were to haul her out of the house and beam her up somewhere?

  As it turned out, he was not abducting her any farther than the bed. He sat down on her floral coverlet and pulled her close. Another bolt of panic flashed through her stomach as an image of her pale, lithe form writhing beneath his much larger body appeared in her mind. She was utterly at his mercy, no match for him in terms of strength or anything else for that matter.

  Rather than ravish her, Zed sat down with Serena still wriggling about as helpless as a kitten, and tossed her over his thighs. The position was immediately familiar, but it had been so long since she had been put over anyone’s knee that she did not understand it at first—not until Zed’s hard alien palm came sweeping down against the twin rises of her very wet, very bare bottom.

  “You’re injured!” she screamed at him as a blaze of heat burst across her rear. “You’ll tear your stitches!”

  His palm paused on its trajectory toward her butt and she felt a rush of air where the slap would have been if he had not stopped his hand less than a quarter of an inch from her vulnerable bottom.

  “My wounds are already healed, little human,” he replied with more than a hint of amusement in his deep tones. “The sutures did their job. I thank you for your concern, but you should worry about yourself now.”

  Healed already? His wounds must have knitted back together almost instantly upon application of the sutures. It had only been twenty minutes or so since she’d stitched him back together.

  Zed’s palm completed the journey, whacking her backside with a stinging swat that was quickly followed by many more. Within seconds, her bottom blazed with an infernal heat, the repetitive swatting heating her flesh to a swollen pink state. Her dampness from the shower only made the sting more intense, dozens of swats landing like a flash mob of hornets driving themselves against her tender cheeks.

  “Stop!” she cried out. “Why are you doing this!?”

  “You know why I’m doing this. I’m doing this because you lied to me and sedated me. Fortunately for the both of us it did not have any extended effect. I’m doing this because you are a naughty girl,” he growled down at her. “Your men have failed you.”

  Failed her? What was that supposed to mean? Frowning at the now quite damp carpet beneath her running red locks, she tried to think. She didn’t have the faintest idea what he meant, other than the fact he was understandably annoyed she’d drugged him and tied him up.

  “How did you get free?”

  “How did I get free?” He made a sound that could have been short, unamused laughter. “You concern yourself with your failed treachery, girl, but you should be worrying about your hide.”

  “I didn’t betray you! I sewed you up and gave you something to sleep! If I’d wanted to betray you, I would have called the police, or the fire brigade, or whoever it is who comes and deals with big, mean men from outer space!”

  “They have yet to make a man on this planet who could deal with this particular big mean man from outer space,” Zed informed her dryly. “They have, however, obviously made a woman who thinks arguing with me is wise while I have her naked body entirely at my disposal.”

  He emphasized his point by running his large palm over her bottom, down her thighs, and then up and over her back, petting her. His skin felt wonderful against the non-spanked parts of her body. He was warm, and with her dripping wet frame losing body heat by the second, she found herself pressing against his also quite naked thighs and belly, soaking up his body heat.

  “You absolutely should not have sedated me against my will, girl,” Zed lectured her. “That was dangerous and foolish. You had no idea how that compound could have reacted with my physiology.”

  “It’s perfectly safe! It’s largely inert!”

  Zed set his jaw grimly as he started spanking her again. This time his hand fell slower but with heavier slaps that jolted her hips against his thigh. “You are a naughty little girl,” he growled. “Human women are rarely obedient, but you are a prize specimen of complete disobedience and disrespect.”

  “I don’t owe you respect!” Serena tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he grabbed her arm and held it behind her back, effectively locking her in place. She might not know anything about his kind, but he was obviously quite familiar with earth women. He knew precisely how to handle her to render her completely helpless. That lesson was reinforced through a good dozen of those hard swats that fell low on her bottom, catching the most padded part of her rear and making it ache.

  “Zed, stop it!” The fact that she was sprawled naked over an alien man’s lap, her bottom a hot pink hue from the cosmic spanking he was delivering was nothing compared to her impulse to argue. She couldn’t physically overcome him, but maybe she could talk her way out of this.

  “Quiet, girl,” he growled down at her.

  “But…”

  “No.” The word fell as heavy as his hand on her bottom, leaving another deep ache in its wake. “If you do not learn to submit, you will find yourself very bruised and very, very sore,” he warned. “You still have much punishment to endure for your crimes.”

  There was more? How much more could she possibly take? The skin of her bottom felt hot and stretched, her flesh swelling under his hard hand. If he kept spanking her, she’d lose control, cry like a baby, beg for forgiveness—she couldn’t have that happen.

  He swatted her bottom again, sparking pain and panic. Serena started to squirm, kicking her legs and bucking her hips as much as she could in a futile attempt to save herself from his discipline.

  “Settle down, girl,” Zed ordered.

  “Stop punishing me! I didn’t do anything wrong! And this hurts! It really, rea
lly hurts!”

  She had not expected him to care, but upon hearing her pleas, his hard slaps turned to crisp swats that were not so heavy but made her bottom jiggle with every slap. It was a relief of some sort, but it was not entirely merciful.

  “I think you know what you did was wrong,” he said. “You might not understand just how wrong it was, but you knew it wasn’t the right thing to do.”

  “I wanted you to rest and not tear your stitches,” she argued. “I was trying to help you!”

  “And you tied me up with that laughable twine why, precisely?”

  “It’s, uh…” Her face blushed as she realized how stupid she’d been to think a few scouting knots would stop a man from another world. “It’s a human custom… ooowwwww!”

  “Don’t you ever try to lie to me,” Zed said, his palm falling with wicked swiftness, fingers biting against her bottom with slap after quick-fire slap. “I am well aware of your customs and culture, girl. I know full well that you are spoiled, as most women on this continent are.”

  “Sorrryyy!”

  “The only thing you’re sorry for is that I did not believe your lie,” he said in lecturing tones that made her feel even smaller than she already did, which was very. “You are a most devious girl, but your human mind is not comparable to mine. Your little plots and plans are obvious.”

  “Well, I am sorry I don’t have your alien intellect,” she threw back over her shoulder. It was not the wisest thing to say with her buttocks blushing brighter than Christmas tree baubles, but it was pretty obvious that Zed could do as he wanted with her. She may as well make her last verbal stand before she dissolved into the tears that were pricking at her eyes. “And I’m sorry I helped you too, because, you know what you are?”

  “What am I?”

  “You’re mean,” she said angrily. “You’re horrible.”

  “Mean and horrible.” He repeated her words flatly. “I see.”

  His palm rested across her bottom, damn near covering both her cheeks. Serena found herself holding her breath in preparation for what she was sure was going to be another barrage of punishing slaps. His hand shifted slightly on her rear, his fingers aligning with her thighs as he smoothed his palm over her bottom, his fingers dipping down to the cleft between her legs.

  Serena let out a little shriek of shock as Zed’s powerful fingers slid over the tender soft lips of her pussy.

  “Don’t touch me there! It’s sexual!”

  “I know exactly what it is,” he replied, letting his fingers drift over her mound in a possessive caress. Erotic shivers began to course through her body, contrasting starkly and yet complementing the tremors of aching pain still emanating from her punished bottom.

  Serena found herself holding her breath as the handsome alien tenderly toyed with her pussy lips, his fingertips surprisingly gentle as he stroked back and forth. A new wetness was beginning to emerge. As most of her body dried off, her pussy was growing moist. She could feel her clit tingling with excitement, her thighs spreading instinctively.

  He no longer seemed very alien. He seemed masterfully human as his fingertip parted her lower lips and began stirring slowly at the entrance of her pussy. It occurred to Serena that she should stop him, but how? He had taken charge of her from top to toe.

  Before her scattered thoughts could come to some conclusion, his thick middle finger slid right into her pussy. She had sensed some wetness between her outer lips, but the slick progress of the alien’s finger told her that she was not just wet, but completely soaked with arousal. He pressed in, almost without any resistance at all, her slick walls welcoming his long digit.

  “Your body knows how to obey,” he said, thrusting a second finger inside her. He began thrusting those two thick fingers in and out of her pussy with an adept touch that made her certain he completely understood her anatomy. Serena arched her back and bucked her hips, though whether she was trying to escape or push herself back onto his fingers harder, she did not know. All she really achieved was squirming her tight wet slit around Zed’s hard digits.

  * * *

  Humans always seemed so frail to Zed. This one was no exception. Her curved, lithe body was very pleasing to look upon, but he could feel her fragility too. She writhed and gasped under his palm, the lightest of slaps causing her skin to blush brightly as her vaginal walls gripped his fingers tightly.

  Serena was very, very pleasing. Her reddish-brown hair gleamed under the light in a way that was very appealing. The range of human hair colors had always been of interest to him, the way a single head could contain many varied hues. As she threw herself this way and that, her long hair reflected light in a range of delicate and appealing earth tones. He was almost entranced enough to suspend her punishment. After all, she had not known any better. She was a simple earth girl doing what came naturally to most of them—behaving in a headstrong, reckless fashion.

  No. He could not be merciful. Not yet. She needed a lesson. If he could do nothing else for her, he could teach her not to cross strange men twice her size—to respect her physiological betters. It was foolish to attempt to restrain a creature such as he was. If she had tried that on any others of his species, she could very well have found herself atomized.

  With that thought in mind, he pulled his fingers from her vagina and spanked her bottom with swift slaps, bringing a fresh blush of pink to her buttocks. Serena whimpered with feminine complaint, but she was still very much aroused. Her soft scent was most alluring, the slow flow of her fluids a sure signal that she needed more than a spanking. She needed to orgasm, to submit entirely to his discipline until every nerve in her body quivered and she was left with nothing but the certainty that she was his.

  Zed was not normally given to such ardent acts of conquest, but something about this redheaded human demanded it. His cock was already hardening in response to her hot squirming curves and sweet scent. All that stopped him from throwing her down on her bed and taking her tight feminine channel was the knowledge that to do so would be to break protocol—and he had already broken enough protocols for one night.

  “You will orgasm while I punish your bottom,” he informed her. “Your climax will be your apology.”

  He swatted her bottom again, then thrust his fingers back inside her. She was wetter still, if such a thing were possible. If he was reading her eager body language correctly, she seemed more than willing to orgasm for him; in fact, her hips were moving back, impaling her cunt on his fingers.

  Most females of his species would have blushed and begged for anything besides forced orgasm, but human women were different—this one especially so. Serena seemed to be a particularly headstrong and wanton woman; if he had not known better, he would have thought that she was just as keen to climax as he was for her to.

  What kind of punishment was it if she wanted to reach the point of release? Zed held his fingers still and noted that Serena kept moving, her hot red bottom squirming back and forth as she ground her wet pussy over the hard intrusion.

  She was in heat. She needed to be mated.

  To hell with it. As one of the first commanders, he’d written half the protocols in the first place. They could be unwritten.

  Zed swept Serena off his lap and tossed her onto her bed, pinning her on her back. She did not have time to react other than to gasp as he pulled her slim legs up, spread her thighs wide, and tossed her ankles over his shoulders, then lined the thick length of his cock up against the pouting, wet lips that guarded her vaginal canal.

  Serena’s eyes opened wide as he pressed in, giving her the first taste of his cock. He knew he was thicker and longer than most human males, but all the sexual stimulation and her copious lubrication eased the passage of the flared head of his member into her body.

  “Zed! No! Zed… Yes…” She moaned helpless little refusals followed by agreement. Her body was covered in a blush of excitement, her nipples hard like two little pink pebbles as he pressed further forward, slowly sinking almost all of his
ten inches inside her.

  Her gasping breaths grew shorter and her squeals more plaintive the deeper he went. It was certain she had never been penetrated like this before; he could feel her quivering cunt clenching at him, drawing him deeper with greedy muscle contractions.

  “Zed…”

  * * *

  Serena was not a virgin, but the powerful alien thrusting his impossibly long, thick cock inside her made her feel like one. He was fucking her, his thrusts very slow, but undeniable. More than that, she could feel a heat building inside her pussy, something that fizzed deep inside her, sending tendrils of heat and excitement tracing through her lower belly and all the way down her legs to the tips of her toes.

  “What… you… that doesn’t feel right…”

  “Relax,” he said, smoothing his large hands down over her thighs. “There’s a small chemical reaction between my fluids and yours. Nothing dangerous. Most Earth women find it quite pleasurable.”

  It was more than pleasurable; it made her pussy feel like the center of the universe. She closed her eyes and little sparks of light burst forth, fading into darkness but reigniting every time Zed thrust. The strokes were starting to speed up. He locked her legs against his chest with one arm wrapped over her shins, using the other against her hips to bounce her body on his cock. Slid back and forth on that thick rod of pleasure, Serena was little more than a toy, a vessel for his pleasure.

  “You are exquisite,” Zed breathed. “Every part of you is extraordinary.”

  Serena had a dozen flaws, but he did not seem to notice any of them. He was not concerned with the dimples on her thighs, or the way her belly bounced a little with each and every thrust. He did not care that one of her brows was slightly thicker than the other, or the fact that her nose was perhaps a little too wide. He looked at her with a golden gaze of pure approval, his hips describing the arc of their shared ecstasy.