Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (15 page)

Tariq, he discovered, had returned. He
stared at him with fevered eyes, trying to summon some sense of
self-preservation, but his mind couldn’t get past the fact that he
was nearly there.

“
I see you’ve worked
diligently at teaching her the error of her ways,” Tariq said
dryly. “I believe he deserves a reward, don’t you, Emerald? By my
estimate, he’s given you a good two hours of pleasure.”

Koryn glanced at her when Tariq spoke
to her, discovering with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach
that tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“
Get up.”

Koryn glanced jerkily at him and
discovered he was staring at Emerald. She struggled upright at the
command and stared at him without comprehension.

“
Give him what he needs.
Take his cock into that pretty little mouth of yours and give him
release.”

Nodding, Emerald slipped off the bed
and moved between his legs. Koryn stared down at her and swallowed
convulsively, but he couldn’t bring himself to refuse the offer. He
felt like he was going to die if he didn’t find release. Swallowing
with an effort, he thrust his cock at her. He almost passed out
when he felt the heat of her mouth close over his cock.

Then she bit him.

He winced at the pain that cut through
him, grabbing her head, but the heat and pressure of her mouth far
exceeded the pain. His balls erupted like a volcano. He tightened
his fingers in her hair, thrusting mindlessly. She struggled for a
moment and then began gulping and sucking frantically as his seed
spewed into her mouth. He collapsed weakly, panting for breath when
the convulsions finally ceased, feeling as if he might sink into a
coma.

He heard Tariq’s footsteps as he
headed to his refreshment bar and the sound of liquid pouring into
a glass tumbler. By the time he managed to catch his breath and
recover enough to push himself upright, Tariq had paced back to the
bed. His expression was grim as he stared at Emerald. “You bit him,
didn’t you?”

Emerald sent him a wide eyed look,
glanced at Koryn and then at Tariq again. Her chin wobbled. “It was
an accident,” she gasped shakily.

He shook his head at her. “Get in the
bed and rest while you can.”

Emerald bit her lip, but dropped her
gaze to the floor, nodded, and climbed into the bed shakily. Koryn
sat forward warily, more than half expecting her to try to kick
him. He was vastly relieved when she didn’t and not merely for his
own sake. It took an effort to push himself to his feet. When he’d
finally managed it, he looked around a little dazedly for his
uniform and moved toward it when he spotted it. Deciding he wasn’t
currently in any shape to put it back on, he collected the suit and
his boots and moved to a chair, collapsing weakly into the seat.
Tariq followed him, eyed the play chair for a moment and finally
pressed the button to make it reconfigure into an easy chair once
more.

“
I take it she continued
rebellious?”
Tariq asked
pensively.

Koryn struggled with his
conscience, but he thought the play chair spoke volumes and Tariq
wasn’t likely to believe any lie he told him. Beyond that, he was
alarmed at the sheer strength of will Emerald had displayed.
Granted, Tariq had every intention of keeping her if he possibly
could, but they had no guarantees that he could. And if she
continued to fight she would discover just how gently he and Tariq
had handled her
. “She fought like a
tigress. There was no talking reason to her,”
he said finally.
“I didn’t think you
were serious when you said she needed discipline.”
He lifted his head and stared at her
longingly.
“I know you thought she was a
soldier from the start, but she seemed so … gentle and
biddable.”

“
Well, thank the gods she
isn’t big enough to do much damage,”
Tariq
said dryly.

Koryn rubbed his cock
absently. When he glanced at Tariq again, he saw amusement in his
eyes. Anger flickered through him briefly, but then a reluctant
smile dawned.
“I should’ve known better
than to stick it in her mouth when she’d fought me every step of
the way,”
he said ruefully.
“Next time, warn me. I’ll jack off before I try
disciplining her.”

Tariq was about to inform
him that there wouldn’t be a next time, but it occurred to him
forcefully that he wasn’t weathering Emerald’s punishment that well
himself. If she continued rebellious ….
“Tomorrow, then. I’ll handle it tonight when she’s had time
to cool down enough for another effective session.”

Koryn sent him a startled
look but it took very little reflection to realize Tariq was right.
If she’d still been rebellious enough to bite him when Tariq had
already disciplined her and he’d given her a lengthy session, then
she wasn’t going to back down easily. Nodding, he slipped his feet
into his uniform and stood up to shrug his shoulders into
it.
“I’ll be better prepared
tomorrow.”
He glanced at Tariq when he’d
pulled his boots on.
“Did you find
anything?”

Tariq snorted with
disgust.
“They’re a sorry lot. Too much
inbreeding, if ask me, but the medics are running tests on them.
Regular savages, too. A show of force cowed them quickly enough,
fortunately. I would’ve been thoroughly pissed off if I’d gotten
there and discovered the team had put them down.

“
They weren’t faring well.
I suppose we’ll know when get the test results, but it could be
malnutrition and not inbreeding. Gods! I hope to hell that’s all it
is! We rounded up fifty. If they check out, we could send them on,
fatten them up on the trip to Niribu and pacify the screaming
masses … at least temporarily.”

Koryn felt his spirits
lift considerably.
“Breeding
age?”

Tariq shrugged.
“There didn’t seem to be any much above full
maturity. Either the conditions they’ve been subjected to haven’t
been conducive to longevity or they’re a roving band of young
scavengers. We couldn’t get much out of them.”

Koryn nodded.
“Well … I’ll leave you to your wine and your
woman. I have work to do in the lab.”

Tariq lifted his nearly untouched
glass when Koryn had left, wondering if ‘his’ woman was going to
drive him to drinking. He shook the thought after a moment. His
only problem was having to discipline her and abstain while doing
it. If she hadn’t been ‘untouchable’ at the moment, he didn’t think
he would’ve felt any need for something to tranquilize. She’d been
out of the pod almost a week, though, and she was on a regular
diet—and gaining enough strength to fight both him and Koryn. He
thought he could give her another week and take care of his real
problem.

Jacking off, as Koryn had suggested,
wasn’t helping do more than take the edge off and not much of the
fucking edge at that. He was tempted, briefly, to find a willing
partner among the crewmembers. He dismissed the thought. He wanted
Emerald and, that being the case, fucking anyone else wasn’t going
to help a lot more than jacking off—in which case, why go to the
effort?

It occurred to him that eschewing the
company of other women in his bed might not send Emerald the right
message, but he dismissed it. He could handle that when and if it
came to that. At the moment, he was fairly sure she wasn’t feeling
the least bit possessive about him.

Chapter Seven

Emerald lay in absolute
misery for hours, feeling as if every nerve ending in her body was
fried from the ‘disciplinary’ sessions Tariq and Koryn had treated
her to. She almost thought violent rape would’ve been better. She
might’ve felt battered afterward, but she could’ve hated both of
them with an intensity that left no room for anything else. What
infuriated her most about the ordeal was that they’d left
her
wanting
them
to fuck her senseless. She
felt
as if she hated both of them and yet the moment
Koryn had left all she could think about was the hours he’d
tormented her without giving her any relief.

She almost thought she could’ve
climaxed getting him off except she couldn’t. She skated the edge
until she thought it would drive her crazy, but she couldn’t find
the release she needed so badly.

If she hadn’t been so angry and
miserable, she might’ve begged Tariq to give her the relief she
needed. She wanted to, so badly she could taste it, and yet her
pride kept her tongue firmly between her teeth—that and the
certainty that he wouldn’t give her what she needed.

Instead, she clamped her eyes tightly
shut and tried to ignore the sense that he was watching her,
waiting and hoping that he would leave so that she could rip off
the damned belt he’d fastened on her that prevented her from
orgasm.

She hadn’t thought he was serious when
he’d told her that! Who in their right mind would invent such a
device?

The Anunnaki—to ‘discipline’ their sex
slaves.

It was hard to wrap her mind around
that even though Tariq had come right out and said that he was
keeping her for breeding!

What was his objective any way, she
wondered? To wear her down until she told him what she
knew?

If that was it, she was in for pure
hell. She couldn’t tell him anything if she’d wanted to and she had
a bad feeling it wouldn’t take much more of what she’d already
endured to tell him anything he wanted to know—if she could
have.

It finally occurred to her when her
mind had ceased to be so fevered with the endless hours of erotic
stimulus with no relief that he’d said they were disciplining
her—not interrogating. It was her flat refusal to tell him that had
angered him.

It had been nothing short
of stupid to fling that at him when she knew he couldn’t get
information from her that she no longer possessed! And then she’d
compounded that by balking at his orders. She was a soldier! She
was used to following orders without question. Why she’d decided to
…
challenge
Tariq’s authority was a complete mystery to her.

She couldn’t even honestly say she’d
refused because she’d known the order was sexual in nature. She’d
known, just from the way he looked at her, that he wanted her
before he’d ever touched her the first time. If she was honest with
herself, she’d been hurt and angry when she thought he’d decided he
didn’t want her after all, not relieved. He unnerved her and yet
she’d wanted him. She just hadn’t liked the way he’d demanded
it.

She’d wanted to be treated
as an equal, not a … slave, but she
was
whatever he wanted her to be.
There were no choices for her.

Even if there was some chance of
escaping, she didn’t stand a chance in hell of surviving the world
she’d seen outside the ship, and she knew it. And she couldn’t even
escape Tariq’s quarters, let alone the ship. She’d tried everything
she could think of to get the door open and couldn’t.

He didn’t even need Aeon standing
guard outside the door.

Despite her misery and the thoughts
tumbling around in her mind, she dozed after a while, exhausted
from the hours of torment she’d endured. She woke with a start some
time later to discover that Tariq had left.

It took her several moments to figure
out why it was important that Tariq had left. When she finally
remembered the belt, she sat up and began pulling at it. If felt as
if it was made of something soft and yielding, but it not only
didn’t stretch, no amount of wrestling with it broke the catch.
Expelling an angry huff, she looked down at it and began twisting
it around and around her waist, trying to find the
catch.

Unfortunately, she was still working
at it when Tariq returned. His gaze immediately pinned her when he
stepped through the door and although she jerked her hands away
from the belt guiltily, she knew he’d seen what she was
doing—trying to do. That seemed to be enough. His face hardened.
Without a word, he strode across the room and settled the tray he
was carrying. “I brought you something to eat. Come.”

She sent him a resentful glare which
she tried to erase from her face when he glanced at her. Staring at
him warily, she got off the bed and gathered the sheet around
her.

“
Leave it.”

She stared at his back in dismay. “But
….”

He turned and leveled a look at her.
Dropping the sheet, she stalked over to the chair and sat down. She
discovered he’d brought food for both of them.

“
When we reach Niribu,
you’ll be expected to serve me … if I decide to dine with you,” he
said coolly.

And who knew? Maybe she could find
some poison to lace his food with, she thought angrily? “When are
you going to Niribu?” she asked after a moment.

When he didn’t answer, she
looked up at him questioningly. His expression was stony.
“
We
will be
leaving when I’ve finished my task here.”

“
Collecting bodies and
cloning them just so that they can be slaves?” she asked tightly.
“Maybe they’d rather stay dead.”