Page 28 of My Human Wife

I’m led into another area of this room where there are lots of small chains and clothes displayed in open wardrobes. The taller man and smaller man discuss their ideas about what I should be wearing before bringing out some clothing for me. They hold up different colors and then finally decide on a light pink dress. I look forward to it going over my body as I’m cold, butI’m horrified when I realize that the dress leaves my breasts, underarms, and sex completely exposed. Not only that, but the men begin to add oil to my breasts so that they shine. Next my hair is braided into two intricate braids and a silver ornament is attached with a chain that falls down my back. Next two ornate silver chains are attached to my nipples and then the one on the back of my chain is run through my legs and the folds of my sex to meet the chains going through my nipples.

“Not too tight,” my guard says.

“She’s the kind of pet who likes it tight. I doubt you’ll be able to walk from here to Kamos’s rooms without her coming again. Look she’s so happy with the chain rubbing against her sex. Trust me I know humans.” The taller one says rubbing the hair between my legs again and then looking at his work in the full-length mirror.

I amnothappy. But people will see anything they want to especially when they’re doing terrible things to others. I’ve seen that over and over again in my life. When the taller man moves away, I move my legs from side to side, to try and get comfortable with the silver chain rubbing against my pelvic bone. I try to pull it down to give myself a little breathing room, but then I inadvertently pull on my nipples. “Oh,” I say in surprise.

“Loosen it,” my guard says, and the taller man finally complies.

Once my guard is satisfied, I’m led to a kind of kitchen where I’m given food and water. I’m not allowed to eat the food myself. My guard feeds it to me as the chef sits next to me and plays with the chain attached to my nipples. It’s difficult for me to concentrate on eating as the chain that connects my nipples and then acrossmy pelvic bone is being yanked and played with. As soon as I get the chance I’m going to push for more medicine in my arm.

But I need to save that for my punishment with Kamos,I remind myself.

When my guard thinks I’ve eaten enough, I assume we’re going to leave the kitchen, but the chef asks if he can have a few seconds with me. I don’t understand everything he says, but it seems like he and my guard are friends and so the guard agrees. The chef begins touching my underarms and pulling at my hair there. Then between my legs. When he puts a finger inside of my sex I give a little whimper.

“No, Kamos will have her first. Not even a finger.”

“Apologies,” says the chef as he licks the finger that was just inside of me and then he moves his hands to run the length of my torso and weighing out my breasts in his hands.

My guard says something and then the chef pats me on the head and we leave the kitchens. I feel awkward walking these hallways dressed like this with a leash with Imperial people that look like Gael’s crew, but see me as non-sentient. It was easier to play the role of a pet with large tentacled aliens that could easily kill me if they weren’t gentle. Imperials are the same species as I am. Yet I have to play along with this kinky farce because my skin is not grey.

As we walk through the hallways all the Imperial men seem to notice me now. I guess the outfit is the signal I’m a pet and they can all stop and grope me. And they do. We’ve hardly walk ten meters and I’m feeling like I could orgasm again with the number of grey hands touching my exposed body. My guard and I are surrounded by men all in navy-blue uniforms, touching me.I feel like I have 50 fingers on me, pinching my nipples, petting my pubic hair, and all calling me a “good human pet.”

I’m so close to coming again. One of them is yanking the chain on my nipples, which is also rubbing against my engorged folds. I move my hips from side to side to get the chain to rub in a rhythm that feels good. I can’t help myself. I orgasm again for these men and they all pet me on my head and between my legs and tell me, “Good human pet.” Again, I’ve lost more emotional grit. I’ve only been here an hour and I’m already being broken down into my place.

This is how my life always was before Gael. Empty touches with only physical release which becomes addictive. With Gael I experienced emotional desire. I was actually attracted to the man. Not only did I want him to touch me, but I also wanted to touch him too. I have never wanted to touch any other man in the galaxy and certainly none of these Imperial men which is reassuring. One of the things I worried about was whether or not I liked Gael just because he was Imperial and seemed to like me. But it turns out, I like Gael because I’m attracted to him, not just because he looks like a human with grey skin.

Finally, we reach Kamos’s rooms. There are guards at the door, but they quickly open the doors for us. I’m led into opulent rooms not unlike what I was accustomed to with Lord Juo. I’m taken to an area that has little cages and am placed in an empty one. It has a little bed, only big enough for me to curl up on and a jug of water that I can sip like an animal. My guard takes off my chain and puts me in the cage.

“Toilet?” I ask.

He points to a little mat in my cage. “You can use that.” And then closes the shiny door.

I sit on the little bed and eye the women in the cages to my left and right. They are looking at me too. I don’t recognize either of them from Gala so they must have been with Kamos awhile which is convenient. Maybe they can help me.

“So you’re both here too,” I say in English when we are alone.

A woman with dark brown hair and strong green eyes answers me, “I’m Coco. That’s Ava,” she points to the woman on the other side of me.

“I’m …”

“We know,” Ava says. “Lara from the other side of the galaxy.”

“It’s been all anyone has been talking about for the last hour. Did you work as a sex worker on Earth first?” Coco asks.

“Why do you ask that?”

“We heard about your show at Gala. Who performs like that at a slave market?”

I feel ashamed of my behavior momentarily. “I was abducted by the Dulu at the age of eight and have been with Lord Juo ever since then. Well, almost.”

“Almost?” Coco asks suspicious.

“I spent a few days at the Fertility Temple.”

“Never heard of it,” says Ava.

“Me neither.”

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