Page 32 of My Human Wife

“Ouch,” Ava says as I made one of her nipple piercings bloody with the force of my throw.

“Sorry,” I say quickly.

“Lick it better,” Kamos commands from the other side of the room.

I make eye contact with Ava. She doesn’t seem surprised at all by this. I walk across the soft rug to Ava and lean down to take her small breast and bloody nipple into my mouth. I gently lick the blood on the nipple.

“Suck,” says Kamos.

I open my mouth and lightly suck. I feel her nipple ring in my mouth and her nipple get hard. I don’t stop until Kamos tells me to. I feel like it’s an eternity before I’m given the signal.

“That’s enough. I don’t want you humans getting too excited. Get back to your ball game.”

“Not so hard,” Coco instructs me handing me the ball. I take it and throw it so lightly it almost falls to the floor before Coco can catch it.

We play with the ball while Kamos and his men talk. I try to listen at the same time asplayingwith Coco and Ava but it’s not easy.

This time the ball accidently hits me on my nipple because I looked away from the game when I heard the words, ‘teleportation suit.’ And it’s proof that Kamos is keeping a close eye on us because he then makes Ava come over and suck on my nipple even though it isn’t bleeding.

“See you both are even now,” Kamos says and then returns to his conversation.

After playtime, guards come in and lead us by our nipple leashes to a dining area. We are still naked, and the chair is cold against my backside. Very plain food is laid out for us, and we’re each spoon fed by our own individual guard. I notice that I have morefood than Coco and Ava. Because of that they all have to wait for me to finish.

After mealtime we are led back to our cages and told to sleep.

I’m not tired, but close my eyes obediently and hope Kamos has forgotten about my punishment.

“Come on little pets,” I hear a guard say as my cage is opened. “We’re home.”

Rough hands lift me out of my cage and a leash is returned to my nipple rings. The pull feels uncomfortable. My leash is attached to Coco and Ava’s and we’re led out of Kamos’s rooms. The hallways are busy with people preparing to disembark.

I’ve no idea what to expect from Kamos’s palace. I’ve heard so many conflicting things. What I didn’t expect was a picturesque fortress in the middle of a desert. But there it is before me. A desert palace with large yellow stone walls lined with windows. Above the palace is a heavy defense forcefield and I can see small fighters all protecting his prized palace.How am I ever going to escape?

Light blue sunlight covers the planet giving everything a blueish tint. “Where are we?” I ask in a whisper.

“Kamos’s palace,” Coco says as if I must have hit my head really hard.

“No, I mean where in the galaxy.”

“I have no idea,” replies Coco. “I don’t even know Earth’s address.”

“Me neither,” whispers Ava.

“No talking,” the guard in front of Coco says evenly.

As we are led into the palace my bare feet rejoice on the warm stone tiles. Being barefoot on spaceships is the worst, it’s as if your feet are always numb from the cold floors.

Our guard leads us through exquisite stone corridors with painted murals and various courtyards of charming gardens. I can smell flowers and earth. It’s now been months since I’ve been on a planet and all my senses are rejoicing.

Finally we are led through large ornamental gates with more guards. I see some of the other women from Gala in front of us. They’re all being stripped of their clothing and jewelry.

I finger my ring from Gael. No matter how lavish this palace is, I must always remember it’s a prison. As I watch the women in front of us, I think about swallowing my ring and then finding it later in my poo. It’s my only option to hide it.

I stand in the line as female guards frisk all the women in front of us. However, when they see Coco and Ava we’re waved through without a search. I breathe a quiet sigh of relief. I’ve never swallowed anything to look for later, and this ring’s stone looks sharp.

Our guard takes us into a very grand sitting room with perfectly patterned large mashrabiyawindows that lets in some of the blue sunlight. The furniture looks invitingly comfortable with organic patterns on bright colors. I hardly notice as our leashes are removed and once again we are free.

Our guard leaves without a word, but before I’m free to explore on my own, a large Imperial female approaches me. “You’re Lara from Lord Juo?”

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