Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“We are interested in you both,” the captain says smoothly. But the young will be more difficult to care for. We want to understand what she requires.”
Zina still appears wary.
“Has the child been assaulted in any way? Injured?”
“We all have been assaulted,” she says stiffly. “She bears no permanent injury.” I sense her tension rising. She directs her focus to Dr. Daneth. “Are you inquiring whether she’s a virgin?”
“Is she?” he asks.
She doesn’t answer.
“We do not auction or sell virgins on Zandia. Is that what you fear?” I say gently.
She turns her head in my direction. “Why the questions, then?”
“What does she know about her origins—her mother?” Daneth asks.
Zina appears surprised by this line of questioning. “Nothing. How could she? She’s from a slave breeding facility. None of us know our mothers.”
Dr. Daneth nods like he expected this answer.
“I’m her family now. And you’re asking a lot of questions.” She sounds suspicious. Like she’s trying to figure something out.
“We’re bringing you to our planet, and it behooves us to understand your medical and life history,” the captain cuts in, voice smooth.
“Yeeesss…” She bites her lip; my sensors tell me. “But you’ve asked nearly nothing about me. Lots about Enya.” She glances from him to me. “And back at the auction,” her voice grows stronger, “you weren’t looking for random humans. You checked her barcode.” Now her voice is loud. Full strength. “You wanted her, specifically. Why?”
She’s breathing rapidly. She stands and clenches her fists. “Tell me right now. What do you want with her? Are you planning to sell her? Hurt her? Use her for... something? Experiments? Trade bargains?”
“Sit down,” the captain snaps, just as I say, “None of that.”
Zina launches herself at me, perhaps because I’m closest, and hammers me with her fists. Kicks me with her good leg, then cries out in pain and collapses. Automatically I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. “Stop, Zina,” I command. “No one is going to hurt you or Enya, so don’t make me bind you.”
Us. I meant don’t make us bind you. Except I know it would be me. I wouldn’t allow anyone else to touch her. Not when she’s like this.
“I’ll die before I let you do anything with that young,” she snarls and wriggles in my arms, like an electric eel.
“Veck,” I roar when she bites my arm. Hard. I nearly drop her. “Stop that.”
“Let me go!” She bites again.
“Stop it now.” Even without my sight, it’s easy to pin her arms to her waist. She’s so small and fragile, like all the human females. No match for a Zandian warrior. Even a blind one.
I speak into her ear. “We. Are. Not. Going. To. Sell. Or. Hurt. Her.” She keeps fighting, so I add, “Or. You.”
She kicks my shin. It doesn’t hurt, despite her hard boot. I hardly think a little human could damage a powerful Zandian. But she’s got a lot of energy, I’ll give her that.
“Good thing she isn’t trained like Mirelle,” Captain Drayk observes.
“She’s a handful anyway.” I regrip her, glad he’s right. There are few humans as well-trained as Mirelle who can down even seasoned warriors. This one is doing little more than making my horns and cock stiff.
Her body is warm and soft, but firm in all the right places. I fight the urge to bite her neck and bury my lips in her soft hair. I have to admit that I enjoy holding her prisoner against my body. I clear my throat. “As you can see.”
The captain has a strange expression on his face. Maybe the sensors aren’t picking it up correctly—it almost looks like he wants to laugh. But instead he stands and nods.
“Tarek,” he orders, “contain the human. Take her back to the med bay and discipline her. Dangerous or not, she needs to learn respect and restraint.”
“Yes, Captain.” Gladly. My horns go stiff and thick on my head, showing everyone just how much that idea appeals to me.
I know how human females are punished on Zandia. Dr. Daneth’s research and practical application has proven again and again that punishment of a sexual nature—on their bare buttocks, breasts or pussy—provides the most positive results. The female bonds to her master through the combination of humility, pain and pleasure, and her behavior is easily modified as her affection is also earned.
I never expected to be master or mate to a human. Never thought I’d punish a human of my own, but if Captain Drayk had ordered any other being to do it, I would’ve gone ballistic. Perhaps he observed my attachment to the human and granted me this.
I toss her over my shoulder and clap one hand down on her ass, hard enough to make her gasp. I carry her, still kicking, down the corridor. I can’t help but notice that she’s clean now, and smells like the light citrus soap and her own delicious scent. Some of her hair gets into my mouth from all her contortions and I spit it out.