Page 4 of The Alien's Pet

Kyvan led the king to one of the smallest rooms they usually used for interrogation. One of his warriors, Bazin, who had bright red hair, was guarding the door. He looked embarrassed that they had to get the king's help, as he should have been. How was it they couldn't handle one simple female?

"Kyvan, leave," Korrev instructed. If he was going to break this woman, he was going to do it without him present. He was one of his best warriors, but he was tenderhearted, especially when it came to females. It was best he wasn't here, or it was going to cause problems in the long run.

If he wanted to break this woman and have her understand that she was at the bottom of the totem pole, he didn't need anyone giving her looks of sympathy.

Kyvan looked like he wanted to argue, which he would never do in front of another person. He respected the king too much. He gave a curt nod before he left.

"Bazin, what is the woman's name?"

"Karin, Your Majesty."

"Get a fire going and a hot poker. The ones with my initials and the king's seal." He paused. "And a bow. Pink if we have it. Attach one of the name plates engraved with my initials and the royal symbol."

Every female in Krotev wore a ribbon and bow around her neck. It contained a tracking device.

"Yes, of course."

Once he scurried off, Korrev opened the door. The room was small and cramped. There were no windows, so as to drive their prisoners insane. There was a woman crouched in the corner of the room. Tall. Blonde. Wide curves. Large breasts. If it wasn't for her terrible attitude, she would have been the perfect mating partner.

The woman glared at him with angry blue eyes, as if she wanted to attack him. It wouldn't have been any use, though, even if she tried. He could break every bone in her body without thinking if he wanted to.

Korrev couldn't help but smirk. She was a bit cute, like a snarling animal, as if her small teeth would do anything to hurt him. Perhaps, he should have come in in his true form, instead of the human one, but where would the fun in that be?

Everyone, with the exception of Kyvan, feared him. It was nice to have a challenge for once.

"Turn around," he ordered, waving a finger in her direction.

Karin's jaw clenched, but she didn't move. He waited for a minute. Patience wasn't really his strong suit.

He gripped her arm and jerked her up. "I am King Korrev. When I give you an order, you follow it, understand? My men have been too soft on you."

"Fuck you!" Then the little brat had the audacity to spit on him.

Rage filled his veins, and it took all his willpower not to strangle her. He pulled her by the ear and led her towards the back of the room where there were two handcuffs hanging on opposite ends.

Karin whimpered as he cuffed both wrists, to prevent her from leaving. Her back was towards him, which gave him a good view of her ass. It was dark pink as Kyvan had mentioned, but it was obvious it was on the road to healing. There wasn't a single welt on it.

He removed his belt, not bothering to bend it in half. "It appears my men weren't hard enough on you. Do not worry, I can easily remedy that so you don't do anything as stupid as you just did."

Korrev landed the belt firmly in the center of her ass. She screamed as he marked her bottom. His belt fell again harshly on the backs of her thighs. Karin whined, but he showed no mercy.

The king whipped her with the belt over and over again, until every inch of her ass from the top to the backs of her thighs was bright red and covered with belt marks. Karin screamed herself hoarse, but unlike his useless warriors, he showed her no mercy.

His cock grew hard as he stared at the plump, round, red cheeks which were practically glowing and bounding lewdly as she shifted from foot to foot, trying to escape his belt. Korrev wasn't usually impressed by the human race, but he had to admit they made beautiful females.

After the fortieth hard stroke on an already tender butt, King Korrev finally stopped. He put on his belt and went towards a sobbing Karin. He pulled on her golden hair to push her sobbing face towards him.

"Listen closely, Karin, because I am not someone who likes to repeat himself. You have given my men enough trouble for an entire month. This misbehavior stops now. You might have been someone on Earth, but you are in Krotev now, and here,you are nothing." He clamped one hand against a swollen cheek and rotated it slowly, his fingers caressing the fresh welts. She sobbed. "I can make your life very uncomfortable." He entered one unlubricated finger inside her tight hole as she flinched, involuntary squeezing his finger inside her tight anal cavity. "So, be a good girl and do as you're told. All right?"

She didn't agree with him, but she didn't argue, either. It was a start.

The door opened and Bazin stepped inside. "Sir, I have the bow and the poker is warm. Where do you want them?"

"On the table," Korrev barked. "And leave. Your services are no longer required."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Korrev picked up the ribbon with the bow from the table. A name plate with his initials and the royal symbol dangled from it. Much like what a domesticated animal would wear. He placed the bright pink bow around her neck.

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