The Alien Warrior King's Accountant - Loki Renard Page 0,12

want to buck against it, but I can’t help myself. The robe which is supposed to be keeping me modest also seems to be working against me. It feels… tingly? Is it possible for a magic space garment to turn to fizzing fabric over your pussy? If it is, that’s what’s happening to me now. I find myself panting with short little breaths as each one of his slaps drives me closer and closer to being unable to contain myself anymore.

“What the hell is, you will be punished when you disobey me. I do not follow human customs. I do not give verbal warnings, written warnings, and final warnings. I do not give warnings at all. I crush my enemies, and thrash disobedient humans.”

Again, Tyrant punctuates his words with slaps. Hard slaps. Firm slaps. Slaps that make my ass burn even though it’s covered by a relatively thick robe. I squirm furiously against the bonds of the punishment positioned, or the punishment position, or whatever the hell he calls it.

“Let me go! Let me go this instant! Let me motherfucking…”

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Tyrant

The human is rebellious and does not take correction well. I am surprised. I thought the accountant we received would be one of the more experienced members of Mr. Rogers’ firm. The job she needs to do is complex and high stakes. It is not the domain of a bratty office junior. I should not be wasting my time punishing her shapely ass.

I asked Mr. Rogers for his most capable employee, and this is who he gave me. I have never known Rogers to be wrong in his assessment of personnel. There must be some talent and capability underneath all this bluster and disrespect.

I may be introducing her to this kind of physical discipline too quickly, but this ship has carried me across more galaxies than I can count. It has been wounded, as have I. It has born scars of endless battles, as have I. She must learn to respect it, and me.

Her rear has a particular shape which I find very alluring. This is the first female human I have interacted with on my ship. Usually they send men. Human males do not have this roundness and fullness to their hips and rears. They have no allure for me, but I must say this woman is a different matter. Even in this state, half-covered, unwashed, wailing like the brat she is, she makes my cock throb.

“Stop your cursing, human. Use your voice for apologies and promises to behave better.”

I shouldn’t have to explain proper submissive behavior to a professional woman, but here we are. This entire journey has been somewhat strange. I have never had to travel so far just to pick up a paper shuffler, as humans call them. But even I can only evade my obligations to the Department of Intergalactic Costs and Duties for so long.

I make a gesture to Terrible. He doesn’t need to be here any longer. He can go and manage the Martian offensive. I am entirely entranced by the human, both her physical form and her behavior. The former of which is stunning, and the latter of which is completely unacceptable.

I should send her back. I do not think she has the level of professionalism required for a mission this sensitive and important. This little human will hold our lives in her primitive calculator-wielding fingers.

“This isn’t fair! I have nothing to apologize for. I made a mistake, and that mistake was made because I was told to try something.”

“You do not have the luxury of mistakes. You must be careful.”

“I am careful in my work, but I can’t be careful at things I don’t know how to do. That Terrible asshole set me up! And you can send me back to Earth, thank you, I don’t work for violent sociopaths who turn their violent sociopathy on me.”

She is still face down on the punishment bench, her ass very much exposed to me, vulnerable to further punishment. She seems to have little regard for her own punitive self-preservation. In fact, the more sore she becomes, the more she speaks out against me.

It is a brave and bold move, but foolish in the extreme, and again I wonder about the judgement of this little female Mr. Rogers has sent to me.

“When is the last time Mr. Rogers punished you?”

“Never! Of course! This is illegal on our planet. This should be illegal everywhere.”

She is very headstrong, and opinionated. I hope she brings some