Overlord’s Pet

Lisa is no killer but once in a dream she killed a man. And that man is no man but a Draggai— an alien of the species that now rule earth— overlord. The very hot and ruthless one in whose castle she is but a lowly maid. In that scandalous dream, she drove a knife right through his blue-black skin to his heart, and it stopped.

For the next days that followed, she heard nothing of the Draggai overlord and feared that perhaps in some supernatural twisted way she has actually killed him through her dream. She feared for her life, afraid of what will happen to her if anyone found out about her dream.

While cleaning the ninth floor of the castle, in the very area where the bedchamber of the overlord is located, she hears a rough guttural sound, fierce grunts coming from a darkened room.

If she was any wiser, she would have stayed away, cleaned and left, kept her face down like a maid is expected to. But no, Lisa let curiosity get the best of her, she followed the noises she heard. Her innocent heart seeking to help whoever it was as they sounded as though in pain.

When she got to the exact location from which the noise came, her legs stilled, her eyes transfixed, she could not have imagined the scene she came upon. The Draggai overlord was alive, very much so.

He was in pain alright, put not the type she had thought, his was the type that leads to pleasure.

The Draggai’s huge taloned hand stilled over his monstrously alive member as his eyes locked on hers.

Lisa finally kicked back into reality and ran, all the way to the human servant’s quarters in the third basement, never looking back. Her heart beating miles a minute, trying to erase what she had seen from her eyes and hoping that the monster would not remember her.

He does. And the next day she is removed from the human servant’s quarters, cleaned and prepared in white, before she is then taken to the ninth floor, to the chamber of the Draggai overlord.

He had asked for her.

Now, as she kneels in a corner of his wide bedchamber, her eyes cast on the ground not wanting to anger him by looking into his eyes or at his massive body, awaiting his punishment— for she had seen what she was not to see— she hopes that he tempers justice with mercy and serve her a mild sentence.

Then he says, “Strip”

Lisa’s eyes shoots upward in shock. “Anything but that please, Overlord!” She begs, he doesn’t shake.

“Strip, human” he repeats

Seeing he is so hardened that her pleas cannot get to him past the hardness of his heart, her gaze heats as she wishes now that she had used a firearm in her dream, maybe now he would be truly dead.

Slowly she removes the sheer pristine virginal white dress that they had dressed her in, underneath she had nothing but a gold string underwear— they had given her that as well— before her big boobs can be exposed, there is an interupting knock on the door.

“Stop” he said, standing up to his full height— nearly eight feet tall— his massive body towering over her as he comes to her.

He trails one long finger down her shoulder and with it pulls up the gold strap of her gown. The action was rather soft for a beast like him.

Lisa thought perhaps he intends to forgive her and let her go but no, as he clasps the iron cuffs on her wrists, locked another cuff on her neck— both with a connecting chain, that connected to the cuffs on both her feet. The chain disappeared into the brick wall behind her.

The overlord turned and left the bedchamber leaving her chained and on her knees in the corner of his room. The ground cold against her legs exposed through the high slit of the dress she wore.

As though she had been forgotten, no one came to check up on her or bring food for her, and the overlord did not return till night fall.

Hungry and tired, Lisa had slept off.

The overlord looked at the tiny human in his bedchamber, she looked weak. Most humans are anyway.

Pulling on the chain link she jerked awake, looking really tired, her silver eyes were sunken.

“Have you eaten?” He asked her, his voice gruff, he was still getting used to this human language. He has been on this human planet for nearly five decades, yet he hasn’t perfected his use of their language, largely due to the fact that he speaks the Draggai tongue almost all the time, and the Draggai being superior only have to use the language of the lowly humans when ordering their servants.

“No” Lisa shook her head.

That is not good, Overlord Himan thought, how can she serve him well as his pet if she is unfed. He rung the servant’s bell and nearly immediately, there was a knock at his door, a servant ready to attend to hus needs.

“Bring food for the human” he ordered. The servant hurried to do as ordered.

Lisa was happy that she would finally get to eat something, she last had a decent (decent at servant’s level) meal four days ago. For the past three days, the matron has allowed her no food, as punishment because she broke a priced vase (she did not commit the offence but was covering for another maid who had broken the vase, matron does not know this), a vase the overlord takes no note of.

Soon a tray of food was brought for her. She was born in this very castle and in all her twenty years she has never seen so much food before her, and it’s all for her.

The overlord cast his gaze on her with a bored look, “Eat” he commanded.

Lisa did not need to be told twice before digging into the food. She ate like the starved woman she is, not minding that she’s in the overlord’s presence. It was when she had had her fill of food that she remembered she was not alone.

Embarrassed by her savage behavior, with her eyes on the ground she shyly said, “I have had my fill of food, thank you, overlord”

He did not reply her, rather he rung the bell and another servant came and cleared away the tray.

When the servant left and it was just two of them again, Lisa became apprehensive as why she is here and all what happened in the morning flooded back in.

The silence stretched. Lisa was getting more nervous, wondering what the overlord might say next, what he wants with her. She wished he would just forget about her altogether and go to bed, but alas that wish was not to come true.

“What is your name human?” He asked, breaking the silence

“Lisa” she muttered, her eyes down

“Look at me” Himan commanded, his tone rough and voice louder.

Lisa looked up to behold his massive muscled body filling the chair, some feet away from her.

“Your name” he said, wanting her to repeat her name louder

“Lisa”

After she repeated her name, he said nothing, his gaze accessing her body, resting longer on her big breasts. He stood up and walked toward her.

Standing before her, he pulled at her chain lightly, pulling her up to her feet— her full height stopping just past his waist.

“Do you know why you are in my bedchamber, Lisa?” He asked

Innocently, Lisa shook her head no.