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  I startled in horror. Was he serious? It was impossible to tell. I didn’t dare ask. The idea of being bought by someone then watching him favor another was too awful.

  “Obey and submit, and you’ll never have to find out what it would be like,” he murmured.

  Obey and submit. That seemed to be all he wanted from me. He expected so little, and yet, so much.

  “Yes, Master.”

  He released my throat and I waited, watching him as he walked across the room. He opened a drawer and withdrew something before turning back. When he got closer, he held it out for me to look at. A steel chain, with a clip at one end and a handle at the other. The clip was attached to a thin, black collar.

  “Kneel,” he told me. “Ass on your heels, knees together, hands clasped behind your back.”

  I moved into the position. He circled my neck with the collar and fastened it. When he stood back, he held the handle of the chain. I was collared and leashed.

  “Follow.” He began walking. I crawled on my hands and knees, following the back of his shiny shoes, while he led me out of the study. We moved down the hallway, away from the main entrance, and he stopped at a door. He plucked a key from his pocket and turned it in the lock. I had a sudden sense that this room was not accessible to the people scurrying around in the background, carrying trays of food to somewhere else.

  Chapter 4

  Kitty

  When the door opened, I was led inside. A light came on. My master walked me down a new hallway which ended with one small room. Inside, I stared around in shock. I’d never seen the things in that room before, but some of them reminded me of similar things from the vet’s office, before I was brought to this planet.

  Instantly, I was on high alert.

  “Kneel here.” He indicated a spot on the bare concrete floor. I moved into position and waited, hearing him go back and close the doors. When he returned, he went to a control panel on one wall and pressed some buttons. When the floor beneath me began moving, I squeaked and my muscles tensed. It was raising upwards... turning into a table. The surface softened and became some sort of waterproof-covered squishy thing. What amazing technology this planet had!

  “Put your wrists on the black dots.”

  I looked at the table and obeyed as soon as I saw where he wanted me. He pressed more buttons and restraints slid over my wrists. Memories of being held down while the vet took my tail overwhelmed me and I looked up at my owner in terror. What was he going to do to me? He stepped across the room and took my ankles, but his grip was far gentler than any man who had handled me so far in life. He slid them backwards.

  “Don’t move.”

  He returned to the control panel and I felt bands tightening across my ankles. I was restrained on all fours and completely at his mercy.

  “Do you know why your species is so sought after?” he asked. “Why aliens across the galaxy pay high fees to own Felynes?”

  “No, Master.”

  He stepped closer and trailed a hand over my pointy ears. “Aside from how pleasant it is to look at you, or how easily your species submits to others, the thing most people love about Felynes is your sex drive. Kittens are almost always receptive to their owner’s touch. It doesn’t matter if you’re tired, or scared, or heartbroken, or miserable; you will easily grow aroused. No matter how much pain you are in, you will accept me inside you, and you will climax. No other species in the galaxy is as responsive or as pleasurable to own.”

  “But... what about on the other planets, Master? Isn’t it different on Capriole?”

  He laughed softly. “Wherever you go, sweet Kitty, you will be hunted, collared, tamed and owned. Your master has sole sovereignty over you. He can hurt you, pleasure you, deny you... even kill you, if you displease him enough. It doesn’t matter which planet you are on. Felynes are property. The only difference is we have specific laws regarding how our kittens are prepared, before they reach us.”

  No. That couldn’t be true. My sisters had gone to a better place. They were on a kind planet where Felynes were cherished and adored. They weren’t slaves. It couldn’t happen. Otherwise... otherwise my sacrifice was for nothing. I hadn’t protected them at all.

  Seeming to sense my distress, although he couldn’t possibly know about my sisters, he stroked my head; a long, gentle sweep of his fingers from my nose, past my ears, to the back of my neck.

  “Don’t think. Feel. Remember, your only two tasks are to obey and submit. Nothing else is important.”

  I took a deep breath and pushed down the disillusionment and misery about the fate of my sisters. My master stroked my face again, his touch distracting me from my sorrows.

  “See? It doesn’t matter what is on your mind, your body will always respond. And your feelings will soon follow.”

  I didn’t want his words to be true. As he continued stroking me, I began to purr softly. My train of thought was derailed, and I sank into the sensation. My mind could process nothing else.

  “Good Kitty, submit to your master.”

  His hand swept down my back, avoiding the stump where my tail used to be and trailing down to my bottom. I wiggled it. Still moving, his hand reached between my legs. He pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, and the sensation of languid warmth made me gasp.

  “Your first lesson in submission is how to suckle my cock. Have you ever suckled before?”

  “Only from Mama-kitty, to get milk, Master,” I replied in a breathy voice.

  “Then this will be different, but you are to swallow everything I give you.”

  He stood in front of me and removed his uniform. My eyes took in his naked form and I marveled at the differences between his body and the females I’d spent all my time around in the pens. His body looked almost quilted with big pockets of muscles anchored by deep indentations. Level with my mouth, a huge piece of flesh stood between his legs, sticking out straight in front of him. It was surrounded by thick veins and the tip was rounded and dark purple. I’d never known anything similar, and it fascinated me.

  “You’re... you’re a man, Master,” I breathed.

  He chuckled again. “Did you never see one, before?”

  “Not without clothing, Master.”

  I watched the thick flesh between his legs twitch and throb.

  “You are too perfect,” he breathed. “Open your mouth, and suckle on my cock.”

  I obeyed, watching a little bead of liquid form on the tip of his flesh as he stepped closer. In a quick movement, he seized my hair and thrust into my mouth.

  The warm, hard flesh slid deep into me, meeting resistance and pushing past it until the flared head of his cock was so far inside me, I couldn’t move or breathe. The sensation made me gag a little as my body tried to fight the intrusion.

  My master’s grip softened in my hair and his fingers caressed my scalp.

  “Relax. Swallow around me.”

  I tried hard. The fullness in my throat was too foreign and I couldn’t handle it. My head tossed from side to side, and I strained against the metal that pinned my arms down. I needed to breathe too much, and I was panicking.

  He slid out of my throat and my head flopped toward the table as I choked and gasped for air.

  “Be calm, pet. This won’t work unless you trust me.”

  How? How could I trust him? I was scared and out of my depth. He was suffocating me for his own pleasure.

  “You are scared because you don’t know your own abilities.”

  I widened my eyes.

  “Your species is made for this. Let your body do what it does best. And trust me to know what you can take.”

  He’d found the heart of the issue. I couldn’t trust him unless I trusted myself. And I was afraid my body couldn’t go without air for so long.

  “I’m paying attention to exactly how long I’m inside you. Never think for a moment that I don’t know exactly what I am doing to you.”

  A thrill shot through my core at the idea that he knew my
body better than I did.

  “I want to try again, Master.”

  “Good, because you don’t have a choice.” He fisted my hair and maneuvered my head until it was where he wanted it. I opened my mouth for him, and his cock plunged into my throat. The taste was slightly salty, utterly masculine, and like nothing I’d ever had in my mouth before. I tried to swallow around him, letting his commanding voice guide me. As he pushed all the way in, I found myself relaxing into his dominance.

  When my reflexes tried to resist him, my kitty instincts took over. My master was inside my throat. He wanted me to suckle him. That was my job. My lips pressed hard around him and the tip of my tongue began to move, stroking his hard, hot flesh as he thrust into me. True to his word, he pulled out when I needed to breathe, and I had enough time to take in more air before he plunged deep into me again.

  Liquid trickled out of my pussy while he controlled me expertly. Something about the way he handled me was doing strange things to my body. A moan slipped out but his cock muffled it, and all that came out was a strangled gagging sound.

  “Good Kitty.” His thrusts were rough, as he took what he wanted from me. I hoped he never looked at the mess of fluid pouring from my pussy because it was too embarrassing. He didn’t seem to be paying any attention to my rear end.

  His fingers in my hair tightened and he began to take longer between letting me breathe, but as he’d said, my body could handle it. He thrust into me with more force, crushing my lips against his groin, holding me against him as he stilled.

  “Swallow every drop, Kitty.” His voice wavered with lust and a moment later, hot liquid shot down the back of my throat. I gulped it down, although swallowing properly was impossible with my throat forced wide open by his enormous cock. The liquid went down anyway, and when he slid out, there was only a small droplet of pearly-white cum left on the slit. He held his shaft.

  “Lick me clean.”

  I stuck out my tongue and reached out to swipe away his seed. It tasted like nectar to me, and I moaned soulfully as my mouth watered and I swallowed.

  “Good girl. You did well.” He went to a wall panel and touched it. The wall opened—or that’s what it seemed to do—and there were shelves behind it. He took two items out and brought them over, holding them where I could see them.

  “Do you know what these are?”

  I looked at them. One was a bottle of some colorless liquid. The other was a lump of plastic which was long and looked like an oddly-shaped mushroom.

  “No, Master.”

  “This is a bottle of lubricant, and this is a plug. It is going to begin training your ass to eventually take my cock.”

  This revelation astounded me. His cock was going to go in my ass? I remembered the vet had said something about this, when they had shoved a finger in my butt, although I’d been too distracted by pain to really take in what they’d meant.

  “Why would you want to put your cock in my ass, Master?”

  “You’re so innocent, sweet kitty. Men find it very enjoyable to fuck your ass. Kitties have very tight, soft channels, and your ass will spasm when I move inside you, massaging my cock while you come uncontrollably around me.”

  Oh, whiskers. My pussy was aching and dripping just imagining that. He walked around behind me.

  “You’ve made a mess,” he remarked. My face flushed. Before I had a chance to apologize, the cold, wet plug was pressed against my sensitive ass. My master slid it in with a firm hand. The invasion ached as my virgin rear passage was breached. I whimpered. He ignored me and kept pushing, until the plug got narrower and my poor, stretched ring of muscle closed around the unyielding plastic.

  “It aches, Master,” I whimpered, as the plastic ate at my insides. How much worse would his cock feel?

  “But you’ll still come.” His tone was unsympathetic. It didn’t seem possible but my core was tingling with the urge to rut.

  He walked to the wall and pressed a button. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I heard something moving on the table.

  I squeaked when a warm, wet thing pressed against my clit. It began to pulse.

  “It’s licking me, Master!”

  “Yes. It’s designed to. It’s a type of smart gel.”

  The sensation of being licked by the gel was soothing. The need within me was simultaneously stoked and satisfied as ripples of the warm substance radiated through my bundle of nerves. My ass felt strange. At first, I couldn’t tell what was happening because the plug was so uncomfortable, but the feeling got stronger, until I realized my rear passage was rhythmically squeezing the plug.

  The gel continued massaging my clit and my ass worked the plug faster, as my spine arched and I strained against the metal bands holding me in place. I came apart, mewling and writhing as the gel mercilessly worked at my clit. My ass clamped down tight on the plug and sent bolts of heat through my body. Instead of fading away, like orgasms usually did when I touched myself, this one just got stronger and stronger. It went on for the duration of three, four, five normal orgasms, and my voice grew hoarse from crying out.

  As the pleasure grew impossible to take, a sharp, agonizing line burned across my butt cheeks. I shrieked, but little sound came out, and the orgasm faded, although the gel was still licking my very sensitive clit, making me buck against it.

  My master’s voice broke through the fog of sensation. “If you are pleasured for too long without any pain, your body will shut down. You will lose consciousness.”

  The pain was distracting at first, but after several seconds it simmered down until it seemed to add to the glowing sparks coursing through my body. He landed it again, and I groaned but my pussy trickled globs of liquid which landed on the table, splattering my knees. The sharp pain seared into my consciousness, making me gasp for breath and toss my head in an attempt to get the biting agony out of my flesh. As the burn reached its crescendo, my body felt like it was tearing itself apart in a war between being hurt and orgasming again.

  He landed it again and I exploded, harder than before, as if that were even possible. I keened and shook so hard I hurt my wrists against the restraints, and at the same time I was floating on a cloud of sensation. My muscles fought and contracted around the plug but inwardly I was soft and limp. Bursts of energy ran through every nerve in my body and I barely felt the cane as it landed again.

  I don’t know how long it went on for, but eventually I checked out, and everything faded away into darkness.

  Chapter 5

  Hervé

  My new kitten was incredible. I’d heard they could orgasm two or three times before losing consciousness, unless they were given pain. What I hadn’t realized was how many more times they could climax with the smallest amount of caning. It was only a medium-sized cane. I’d been curious more than anything, and watching the white marks form on her skin before turning red was immensely satisfying.

  I couldn’t resist caning her clit. I was a sadist. I liked discipline. The only sort of connection I wanted was with a pet. Someone I could treat however I liked; punish, play with, tease or fuck, at my whim. The strip clubs and whipping posts had grown dull, and with each new day I’d known I needed a permanent pet. A willing victim.

  Off-worlders understood basic commands and could be trained, but that was the extent of their intelligence. Everyone on Corellia was born free, but the slaves imported from other planets were always indentured. It was for their own protection. They wouldn’t be able to survive by themselves.

  Of all the off-world humanoid sub-species, my favorite had always been the Felynes. The cat-people. They had ears and tails that made them look like the now-extinct felines they were named after, although their tails were removed at some point before they reached our pet stores from Felyna—the planet was named after the people.

  I was going to enjoy training my little kitten, especially after discovering she was untouched. I was the only male she would know. The thought was intoxicating. I was possessive, and wanted her to only
belong to me, unless I decided to share her for some reason—probably a punishment. She was mine to share, though, not hers to give away.

  I re-arranged the examination table until the restraints were gone and she could lie at bed-height instead of fucking height. I made the surface softer, too—it was a smart material that did whatever I wanted at the touch of a button. My kitten looked so peaceful, as I climbed onto the bed behind her and put one arm protectively across her chest.

  And she was all mine.

  * * *

  Kitty

  When I awoke, the very first thing I noticed was his presence. His body pressed against mine and his arm was around me. He hadn’t left me. For some reason that came as a surprise. We were stretched out on something soft; the restraints were gone. I looked over my shoulder and saw him lying sideways behind me, his eyes open and looking straight into mine.

  “Are you thirsty?” His question seemed odd, but as I thought about it, I realized my mouth was pretty dry.

  “Yes, Master.”

  He lifted his arm and I felt a sense of loss as he sat up and went to fetch something. When he came back, he held a bottle. He walked around to my front and unstoppered the glass container, pouring some of the white liquid into his right hand.

  “Drink.” He held his hand out. I leaned my face forward and slurped from his palm. It was milk. Occasionally, my nose nudged against his fingers, and a spark of connection flew between us. When his hand was empty, he filled it again.

  Regardless of what terrifying things he wanted to do with my body, I got the impression he intended to take care of me. I was his pet, not his feral animal to be mistreated... although I couldn’t shake the worry in the back of my mind that he might turn mean if I did something he didn’t like. Perhaps I still didn’t fully trust him, after all. It was difficult, after how the vets had hurt me and mutilated my body, to imagine trusting any bipeds.

  “You are fearful, still,” he remarked. “What bothers you?”