Alpha's Kitty

Aria Adams

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Obey and submit. That seemed to be all he wanted from me. He expected so little, and yet, so much.

Hervé: I rule this planet. I will settle for nothing less than absolute control. And my tastes are dark. She is my pet. My plaything. I will train her for my use. I want her to desire the pain I will inflict. She only exists for my pleasure. Until she gets taken from me. Without her, my world is shattered. But make no mistake. I'm coming for her.

Kitty: I am a pet kitten. I have no name. From birth we are kept in captivity and prepared to be sold. My owner does whatever he wants with me. His rules? Obey and submit. When we are forced apart, I realize I need him. I crave his complete mastery. His pain. His pleasure. No one else can take the place of my owner.

 

Publisher’s Note: This is a dark, steamy sci-fi romance. It features total power exchange with some potentially triggering scenes, along with an HEA. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Sujets

• Thrilling
• Used
• Future World
• Sold
• Animal roleplay
• ACTION
• Owned
• Power exchange
• Pleasure
• BDSM
• Mystery
• Dark
• Adventure
• Rough
• Capture
• Planet
• Sci-Fi
• Suspense
• Obédience
• Danger
• Bondage et discipline, domination et soumission et sado-masochisme
• Prison
• Pain

Informations

• Publié par: Blushing Books Publications
• Date de parution: 30 avril 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781947132238
• Langue: English

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Alpha’s Kitty


Aria Adams
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Aria Adams
Alpha’s Kitty

EBook ISBN: 978-1-947132-23-8
v2

Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design
This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.
Contents



Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19


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Prologue

From Alphas and Kitties: A Modern History of Corellia:
T his is an account of how the Alpha of Corellia found his mate. But it is not a straightforward story of conquest and acquiescence. You will already be aware this entire galaxy is a world where the strong dominate the weak. They don’t always fight with swords or guns, but many in this world use subtle means of keeping others downtrodden. In absence of true weaknesses, the dominant humans have taught their humanoid cousins to believe they are lesser in many ways.
This whole incident is a lesson in not believing everything society tells you.
In oppressive societies, misinformation (and lack of information) is a tool used to keep people down. Kitty believes some things about herself which aren’t objectively true, and these things are revealed throughout the story. Kitty believes she is a “kitten”. She is not. She has never seen a real cat and has no idea what they look like (she would be surprised at how small they are, and how different their bodies and limbs are to her own).
If you have ever seen a Felyne, you will know Kitty is actually mostly human. Thousands of years ago, about 0.001% of Felyne DNA was spliced to create a type of human with ears, tails and claws. Soon after, they were subjugated by “pure” humans, who have a tendency to think they’re better than everyone else.
The same has been done on several other planets, creating “rabbits” (humans with bunny ears, puffy tails, and slightly bigger-than-average front teeth), “llamas” (hooves and long noses), “rats” (pointy noses, long tails, and males have mustaches shaped like whiskers) and “hucows” (highly fertile women who are selectively bred to produce strong offspring and lots of milk), amongst others. These poor creatures are given no choice in how they are raised, and are often controlled throughout their lives by other humans.
There is an element of history repeating itself here, as students of ancient history will understand, when they remember Old Earth’s pre-revolution Russia, colonial Britain, or the treatment of the Gauls by their Roman masters.
The “fur” Kitty thinks she has is actually normal body hair, in a society where laser hair removal is commonplace. Her “paws” are really hands with fingers and opposable thumbs, although she also has claws. She is from a “litter” containing two other kitties with different color hair; if she were a “pure” human, she would be called a non-identical triplet. Most disturbingly, she has been taught she cannot walk on two legs like the “bipedal” humans. Kitty will learn.
For those interested in the biology, the different pets are often referred to as sub-species, but the astute observer will understand they are all human, much like poodles, Dalmatians and huskies are all dogs.
In biology, the test of whether individuals are the same species lies in whether they can interbreed and create fertile offspring. All the breeds of human can interbreed with each other and produce viable offspring. Dorèl Shreve, a character in the story, is one example of this, being born of a Corellian father and a slave mother.
The bipedal humans have evolved from their ancestors, too. In the year 2000, the average human height for males was 176.1 centimeters (5 feet 9 inches). By the year 3000, after we left Earth and colonized the new worlds, this had increased to 194 centimeters (6 feet 4 inches) and it kept getting bigger. Our Alpha is an above-average specimen, of course, and well-suited to ruling the planet. He is also a product of his upbringing, however, and believes some things he later learns are incorrect, too. He was taught he is a bipedal, pure human, and that this makes him superior to the humans kept as pets. Experience will teach him otherwise.
Both Hervé and Kitty have a lot to learn. But if they didn’t, their journey would have been an easier one, and perhaps wouldn’t have been notable enough to change our recent history throughout the planets.
Chapter 1

Kitty
M y journey to becoming a pet began when I was born in a kitten farm on the planet Felyna. All my life I’d been raised to know Felynes—as our subspecies of humanoid was called—only had one purpose; to be exported to one of the bipedal planets and sold to an owner.
My journey to being owned by one of the most powerful men in the galaxy began about eighteen years after I was born. I think it was a Tuesday. At breakfast time, I knew something was up because the handlers had put cinnamon in our morning milk, and they only ever did that to calm us. But the vet had checked us all over a week ago, so he wasn’t due again for at least three months. What other reason would they need to give us the mild sedative?
Still, cinnamon worked because none of us could resist it. As I rested on my forearms and knees, my face buried in my bowl of milk, Mama-kitten came to talk to me and my sisters. She lumbered over to us, her atrophied limbs struggling to support the weight of her heavily pregnant body. It was very rare for Mama-kitten to get up from her nesting spot.
“You’re old enough, now, little ones, to know what will happen today.” Her voice was a rasp. She was quite old, compared to the other mama-kittens that pranced around ripe with their second or third litters. Our mama-kitten wasn’t sleek and beautiful. The three of us had been her twelfth litter. But I loved Mama-kitten with all my heart. She always took care of us.
Both my sisters looked up and mewled. I continued lapping my tongue at the milk, even though I was listening.
“The twitching in my tail tells me today is your last day here. The handlers will take you soon.”
“Where will we go, Mama?” my tortoiseshell sister asked.
She shook her head slowly. “I don’t know exactly what it’s like, but I’ve listened to enough conversations between the handlers over the years to pick up a few things. You will each find a new owner, someone who will cherish you and treat you as their pet. Kitties are rare, wherever you’re going. Everyone will want you. But only if you are good.”
“What happens if we’re not good enough?” my charcoal-colored sister asked. She flicked her ears as she worried.
“You will not be brought back here. Persistently naughty kitties go to a place of more pain and punishment than you could imagine. If they still don’t behave, they get put to sleep. Forever.”
We collectively stopped drinking milk to stare at her in shock.
“How do we avoid that, Mama?” My charcoal-colored sister looked ready to faint. She had always been the most delicate of our litter.
“No kitty of mine should ever go to the bad place. I raised you better than that. Don’t bite or scratch. Don’t resist. Don’t ask questions.” The same as here, then. We all knew better than to fight the handlers, no matter what they wanted to do.
She lumbered back to her sleeping spot, having showered us with the wisdom of her long life. None of us wondered how she knew what was beyond this place. We never asked how she knew so many things. Our mama-kitten had lived long, and was so wise, it seemed perfectly reasonable to us that she might know everything.
I tried to settle, but I felt restless. I was waiting for the handlers to take us. My sisters seemed unconcerned, and they licked each other’s fur and curled up beneath the high-up heating vent as though it were any normal day. Had they even listened to Mama-kitten?
We had finished our lunch—more of the thick cinnamon milk—when the handlers appeared. They waded into the pens, grabbing kittens and shoving them in big crates. At first, they seemed to have forgotten us, and I secretly hoped we could stay here, so nothing would change and we would never have to leave Mama-kitty.
I yowled as someone gripped me b