“Oh, my god, oh, my…” I whimper and moan, my hands so tight on his horns as I try to relax enough to be fucked like the good little pet he makes me want to be.
And then he is inside me.
And then he is filling me up.
And then we both lose control.
Boss fucks me like a bull, surging deep into my pussy with powerful thrust after powerful thrust. Sometimes it feels like amate is being deliberately rough with me when sex is this hard, but with Boss it just feels like he has no choice but to handle me this way. He fucks the way he was built to fuck, and my pussy has no choice but to take that Minotaur cock.
I cling to him as he pulls me away from the tree and just lifts me up and down along his shaft, using me almost like a human sex toy.
“You have been so good in so many ways,” he growls as he uses me. “You have given your little holes so many times, and that’s what you’re made for, isn’t it, pet. You’re made to be bred and to be used, and to submit to your owners’ fucking. The rest of the time you can be as much of a naughty little brat as you want, because I will always come back to this tight little fucking cunt of yours.”
I am going to fucking come. I never had an orgasm based on being stretched super wide, fucked hard, and ruthlessly appreciated before, but that’s what’s happening. He pulls me hard against his body, so my soaked clit rubs against his musculature, and he bounces me on his cock until I really do lose all control and start to wail and writhe and spend myself on him with all my human juices coating his thick alien cock.
“So good,” he praises again. “And now I’m going to come inside you, baby pet. Now I’m going to fill you all the way up…”
Those are the last coherent words he forms for a while. What follows is a series of grunts, lowing, and bellows as he pulls me down on his cock as deep as I can possibly go and comes inside me, filling me up with so much alien seed it drips out of my pussy even before he pulls all the way out.
I am equally incoherent as he slides from me, leaving me wide and open and completely ravaged and satisfied. My eyelids feel a little heavy now, like he took all the anxious energy, converted it to sex, and let it go free.
Boss notices this, of course. He pats my butt gently as he sets me down. “Do you want to have a nap while I graze? Want to curl up in the grass like a sweet little calf and sleep?”
I snuggle down into the undergrowth like the little animal he has always treated me as, feeling safe and secure and so fucking loved. In this moment, with warm sun falling through leaves, casting dappled shadows on my body, I feel a kind of peace I have rarely experienced.
Boss stays close, feeding himself on wild forage. I can hear his heavy body moving across the ground, and then the rustle of leaves as they are taken, and then the slow grinding chew of their mastication.
Not all my mates are mad at me. Not everybody expects me to be a good little captive pet. Boss’ quiet acceptance of me from day one nourishes me so deeply, I let go of my worries for a perfect moment and fall asleep, his cum sliding slowly out of my well-bred pussy.
Sometimes, progress in life happens because of hard work, perseverance, and a can-do attitude.
Other times it happens just because it happens.
I’d like to say I concocted a cunning plan to get up to the city above, but the truth is one afternoon I’m on my own and I’mgrabbed by a couple of men wearing helmets and masks and put in a small helicopter. They snatch me up so efficiently I’m up in the city before it really hits me that I’m being kidnapped.
“Bring her in here,” a male voice says from inside an office, which is inside the building we landed on, and just across from the external stairs we came down.
I don’t get the sense I am being kidnapped in a bad way. It’s funny how once you’ve been kidnapped a few times you start to get a sense of these things. The men who take me are particularly polite, which is nice. They seem invested in my comfort, and they call me ma’am.
“What’s happening?”
“You’re being brought in, ma’am,” one of my captors says. “It’s been a long time, don’t worry, everything will be clear soon.”
I’m taken into a room and sat in a chair. It’s pretty dark in the room, but I know someone else is here, more as a silhouette than as a whole person. He approaches me and waves a tool of some kind near my head. I feel myself beep like a self-checkout machine.
And then it’s all clear.
All of it.
He turns the lights on and addresses me by my name.
“Agent Mills.”
I look into the face of a man with gray hair. “Mr. Brown,” I say.
“Good,” he says, fiddling with a little box in his hands. “You’re back.”
I nod curtly. “I am.”
