Despite the earlier setback, their relationship had rose to new levels. She was a very good little slave, and enjoyed her position. When her mind wasn't clouded with hormones and sex, it was the very act of serving her master that made her days fulfilling-and he had begun to make things a little more interesting for her as well.
With yautja-style ornate handcuffs binding her wrists in front of her, she worked to fold his laundry into the drawer. It didn't have to be folded, as once it was set in the drawer a mechanism would automatically clean and disinfect the dirty clothes. However, that was how her master wanted it from now on, neat and folded, and so that is what she did. Chores were made difficult with the handcuffs, but her master seemed to enjoy watching her struggle. Plus, there was plenty time in day (as yautja days were a little more than twice as long as earths), and time-consuming chores kept her from boredom.
When he entered the bedroom, Kendra quickly moved to greet him by the door. Utterly naked as he had insisted she be while in his bedroom, she dropped to her knees. With hands bound in front of her, she bowed her head. She would have preferred to greet him with words as well, a polite "Good afternoon Master", but a simple ball-gag he had put on her prevented such.
"Aseigan."
She knew that was her cue to stand, and her brown eyes met with his as she looked up to him. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, then he swept past her to inspect the room. He had never done such before, but had grown strict in the last few weeks. And there was never any room for excuses-if she didn't finish in time because of the handcuffs got in the way, a long bathroom break, because of an accidental spill she then had to clean, she was punished nonetheless.
Her master eyed the bathroom as well, and then walked back to Kendra. She waited, for punishment or reward.
His strong hands grabbed her under her arms like a child and he effortlessly tossed her onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly in its softness. He grabbed her under her knees and drug her closer, so that her hips were settled right on the edge of the bed.
"Good Aseigan." He breathed, as he dropped to his knees and spread her legs to straddle his shoulders.
His eyes greedily took in the sight of her, those soft pink lips, so unlike any female of his species. Her hands sat on her stomach, the metal handcuffs holding her wrists. He inhaled the sweet scent of her as it ripened with her anticipation. When he bit down on her inner thigh, a soft moan escaped her gagged mouth, and she squirmed with the electricity it produced under her skin.
A pleasured grumble escaped him as his tongue reached out to slip into her folds, tasting the nectar her body produced. He flicked his tongue over her sensitive little button, causing her to sharply inhale. His arms wrapped around to hold her thighs as his long tongue began to explore deeper. His mandibles gently held open her pussy lips, his face pressed close, his hot breath upon her. When she began to whine and squirm, he leaned away, licking clean his tusk-tipped mandibles, and pressed a finger inside her, testing her slickness.
A muffled, pleasured groan escaped her, and she tipped her hips up to encourage him to go deeper. He used two fingers then, pushing them inside her, just enjoying how utterly soft her channel was. His fingers curled slightly, rubbing and massaging. He lowered his face to her again, playing with her clit as he kept his fingers going. He could feel her body tensing, pleasure building inside her.
Kendra had never seen him do this to another female, but somewhere along the line he had gained a hell of alot of practice. He knew exactly where to touch, and how to use her body against her.
His fingers thrust into her harder, making her back arch, and the gag prevented her from anything louder than stifled moans. Her hands clenched into fists unable to move to grab hold of anything and her toes curled. He kept going, faster and harder, then slowing down just to speed back up again in a few strokes. It quickly threw her over the edge, and he licked up her juices before pulling her upright by the handcuffs.
He removed the gag, and kissed her panting mouth, the orgasms effects still melting away inside her, and unlocked the handcuffs.
"Dress Aseigan."
Her clothes had changed from plain fur wraps and skirts to things with lacing down the sides, and clung to her body better than the big loose clothing she had before. She didn't feel like a little girl anymore and she knew her master had come around to that fact as well. And now, with the decorative clothes and her shiny collar, she looked like a proper possession. She felt confident, sexy even.
Even as he cuffed her hands again, behind her back this time, and walked her through the market, she did not feel vulnerable. In the face of so many staring aliens she did not ignore them and simply watch at the ground-No, she kept her head held high and her footsteps proud. And no yautja dare even utter a growl in her presence, as her master had become more protective and possessive over her than ever before.
When they returned from their walk, she helped her master dress for hunting practice. With the netting, armor, dark-nickel mask, as well as the new weapon he had bought from the market, he left her handcuffed, naked, and gagged, alone in his bedroom.
She usually took a nap in the middle of the day, as theirs were so long, and now was the perfect time as her master would be gone quite a while. So, Kendra flopped into his bed, wiggling into the furs to try and get comfortable. The handcuffs when they held her wrists in front of her she had quickly gotten used to. The gag however, she found a bit more annoying, especially when trying to sleep. She wouldn't have it any other way though, and couldn't wait for her Masters return.
She let her eyelids slide closed, and tried to sleep, but just when the floatiness was beginning to fill her head with dreams the door to the bedroom opened.
She groaned, refusing to open her eyes until she heard the footsteps reach the edge of the bed, realizing she wouldn't be getting a nap for the day. Finally, when her eyes fluttered open, she focused on an expressionless metal mask looming above her. It was bright silver in color, which was funny, because her masters mask was darker.
Kendras eyes suddenly went wide. The gag muffled her ragged scream as she tried to thrash away, but strong arms grabbed ahold of her. She was lifted up and he draped her arms around his neck, the handcuffs holding here there, and he let her dangle on him like a sick sort of scarf.
She tried to kick her legs, only for the yautja to hook his hands under her knees and pull her body to connect with his. Her wrists were already aching, and she began to cry.
A rumbling purr vibrated through her before a deep voice said, "Little pet, do not be so afraid."
Her body stilled.
"Didn't I tell you that I would be kidnapping you again?" His hands went to her ass to lift her up, removing pressure from the back of his neck and her pained wrists.
Kendra cautiously lifted her hands up over his head, then her fingers worked to remove his mask. Her breath caught when green eyes stared back at her. She couldn't believe it was actually Bhu'ja'kujhade. Her insides began to feel sort of fuzzy, but anger quickly flooded in.
Kendra grunted, and jammed his metal mask down on his shoulder as hard as she could, knowing her strength would hardly do much anyway. And she was right-he merely tilted his head in confusion. She tried to beat him with his own mask, squirming, and shrieking into the gag until he dropped her. She landed hard on her back with a loud thud.
She glared at up him hatefully, then struggled to stand. Righted but wobbly, she growled and shook her handcuffs at him noisily.
A playful growl emanated from him, and he took bold steps towards her.
She violently shook her head.
"He left you so vulnerable, little pet. It is almost no fun to kidnap you this way."
She began to back away, and he advanced on her. His hands closed on her hips, and dug her back against him, even as her palms pushed his chest away. His face leaned down to kiss her, but she sharply turned her head away. His tongue reached out to her instead, tracing up her neck, and lashing out at her jaw. Kendra couldn't help the shiver than ran up her spine.
"Close your eyes little pet, and then you will awake in my bed." He cooed his hand lifting to her neck.
She felt the prick of a needle, and she pulled her eyebrows down in a scowl.
"You are adorable when you're angry." He purred, just before her head tipped back and her body went limp in his arms.
It seemed like hours before she woke, and she fought to lift her heavy head to see where she was. She expected another dungeon-like room, but it looked far more like her masters room, only smaller. She swooshed her arms up like she was making a snow angel, surprised that the cuffs were gone, as well that she was lying on a furry bed of mismatched furs.
She groggily sat up, swinging her legs off the side, and spotted him. Her heart began to race and numerous curse words lined her lips, but she held them back. This yautja was proving to be more than just a bad boy, and more of a bad blood.
"You still look angry, little pet."
"Yes." She said through gritted teeth.
"I will return you afterwards. That, I promise."
She shook her head, "Why did you do this? It isn't worth it..."
"It isn't worth it? I am not worth the trouble? Are you saying you've had a better fuck?"
"I could have been killed! You were banished!"
"I broke a law that is steadily vanishing, and I was banished from the city." He brushed it off as nothing.
"Breaking laws like that, you are headed for a life as a rouge."
"A badblood? Is that how you see me? I would call my actions more on the side of civil disobedience-I broke a law I found unjust and took my punishment with honor."
She bowed her head, suddenly feeling ashamed for disrespecting him.
"Little pet, listen to me. With the clan leader's son gone, no one will check the cameras, so no one will know I returned to the city. And your master will not bring it to anyone's attention because that may bring about punishment for you, as you are bound to the clans laws still which state you may not engage in sex with me."
He walked up closer to her, "And I left your master a message, which he will loathe, but at least he will know you are safe. Afterwards, we will make sure the scent is fully gone, and I will return you."
His hand reached out to cup her jaw, lifting her head up to look at him, "Do not worry about me getting in and out of the city-I have my ways. And if we were to be caught, they would find you unconscious, and unable to blame."
Kendras eyes began to water, and he watched her lips begin to quiver.
"If you begin to cry, I will tie you up and fuck you silly." He warned playfully.
Kendra was feeling anything but playful, "My master...he's going to hate me."
"Darling, I've seen how some other ooman pets are treated-Your master is a fierce hunter with a soft spot for you."
"He will be so angry."
"Yes, but at me, not you." He purred.
She shook her head, but his body pressed closer. Her hands balled into rebellious fists, ready to punch him if he touched her.
It was wrong to disobey her master, wrong not to order Bhu'ja'kujhade to take her back home immediately...But she couldn't find the will to tell him to do so.
If her master really wanted her, he could have relocated, out of the laws.
Her anger began to dissipate. Steadily, she let her inhibitions drop away from her with a deep breath and a long exhale, releasing herself to do what felt natural. Wrong or not, her fingers delved into his thick alien dreds as she leaned into him, his smell enveloping her. She pressed her lips to his strange tusks, and let the passion overtake her.
