Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (24 page)

He ran the ice around her nipple until
it was rosy from the cold and finally moved to the other. She
flinched all over again but she didn’t try to lift her arms.
“Why?”

He didn’t look at her that time. He
wrestled with the urge to answer, too angry to yield to it. When he
decided he’d cooled both nipples sufficiently, he moved to the
opposite end of the bed. Taking her ankles, he pushed her legs up
and settled them wide enough on either side of her to give him easy
access. Taking another piece of ice, he parted the lips of her sex
with one hand and began to rub the ice slowly around and around her
swollen clit. She jerked the moment he touched her, clamping her
legs around his hand.

“
Put your legs
down.
Now
.”

“
At least tell me why,”
she said plaintively.

“
Because I don’t want you
dead … or worse,” he ground out.

She swallowed convulsively several
times. “What could be worse than dead?”

“
Alive and …
vegetative.”

She was silent for a while. “I … won’t
fight anymore.”

“
Yes, you will. If we
could trust that you wouldn’t we wouldn’t have to do this. And if
you behave like you have and anyone else sees it there is
nothing
we can do to
protect you.” He flicked a hard look at her face. “Understand that,
Em. Accept it. Keeping your mind depends upon it. At the very
least, they will use a cerebrum-wash—which may or not reduce you to
a vegetative state—and then shove tubes into you if it does and use
you for a breeder anyway.”

“
I didn’t mean it,” she
said after a long moment.

He flicked a questioning look at
her.

“
I don’t hate
you.”

His lips tightened. “Yes, you do. But
I don’t hate you, Em. I care ….” He stopped, glancing away. “I care
more than you realize and I’m terrified for you. Regardless of what
it seems like to you, I’m trying to protect you.”

He checked her nipples again when the
ice he was using melted. They were still erect. He took another
piece of ice and applied it to her clit and then moved back to her
breasts.

Tariq glanced at him questioningly
when he came out of the bath.

“
I’ve cooled her down. She
should be ready and receptive to another session when I’ve
showered.”

“
Let her relieve herself
first.” He glanced at Emerald. “Now.”

She got up and moved stiffly into the
bathroom. When she returned, she looked at him questioningly. “On
the bed. We’ll wait for Koryn.”

He moved to the refreshment bar
without waiting to see if she complied, getting a drink for himself
and one for her. She didn’t look at him when he handed the glass of
water to her. She took it and gulped it down thirstily. He took the
glass and tipped her chin up to look into her eyes and then got up
and left.

Emerald chewed her lip. She’d done her
best to keep her expression neutral, but she had a bad feeling that
that wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy either of them. Tariq wandered
out of the room and into his storage compartment after a few
minutes. She listened uneasily to his search. When he returned, she
saw that her anxiety hadn’t been misplaced. He was carrying what
looked like an enormous dildo—except that it had some sort of
machine attached to it.

She was still staring at it in horror
when Koryn emerged from the bathroom.

Koryn’s brows rose when he
saw it.
“What are you going to do with
that?”

Tariq studied it
doubtfully. “
She needs discipline and I
have to work up a report,”
he said dryly,
then added ruefully.
“Besides, as much as
I hate to admit it, my arm’s tired and the shower didn’t fucking
help that much. My balls feel like they’re going to
explode.”

Koryn repressed a
grin
. “Reinforcements. Where the fuck did
you get it?”

“
My lover left it when I
told her to get the fuck out.”

“
You didn’t like the
competition
?” Koryn asked with amusement,
eyeing the size of the dildo.

Tariq snorted.
“My cock’s bigger that that! I got tired of her
constant demands—for
other
things
,” he added
irritably when Koryn grinned.
“I think she
set out to make me a pauper.”

Koryn sent him a disgusted
look.
“
Ten
women couldn’t spend enough to make a miser like
you a pauper.”

Tariq glared at him
indignantly.
“I’m not a fucking miser! I
was generous with her. Some women are just never satisfied. The
very minute she got through ‘decorating’ my gods damned mansion she
decided she didn’t like it after all and wanted to start all over
again. I got sick of falling over workmen every time I came
in.”

“
Maybe she was fucking the
workmen?”

Tariq shrugged
indifferently.
“Maybe. She didn’t seem too
keen on giving it to me unless I bought her something first … or I
promised to buy her something else after.”

“
That’s what you get for
taking a lover of your own class. They’re used the finer things and
not afraid to demand them. You should’ve taken a woman from a lower
class. Then she would’ve been grateful for anything you gave her
and she’d be too afraid of being tossed out to demand anything.
What is it doing on the ship, anyhow?”

Tariq gave him a
look.
“She went with me on my last
mission,”
he reminded him.
“The bitch bought it to annoy the fuck out of
me—said she was tired of being ignored.”
He grinned
abruptly.
“She never got around to using it.”
Dismissing Koryn’s ribbing, he turned to study
Emerald.
“One more session and then I’ll
put her on this for a while.”

“
You’re going to need to
adjust the depth,”
Koryn pointed
out.

“
Probably.”

“
Definitely,”
Koryn countered.

Tariq studied it
worriedly.
“You think?”

“
Unless it’s
self-adjusting.”

“
Like I said, she never
used it. It probably is, though. It’s top of the line. She wouldn’t
buy anything less than the best. I can guarantee you, Celia
wouldn’t have had it if it didn’t do everything.”

Koryn frowned.
“You really think that’s necessary … or even
desirable?”

Tariq’s expression
hardened. “
I think it’s necessary
and
desirable.
I wouldn’t consider it if I didn’t. We’re running
out of time. Trying to explain it to her isn’t going to work. She’s
intelligent, but she isn’t used to anything like she’ll be facing
there. She has to
be
submissive, not pretend to be. Otherwise, she’ll give herself
away—and possibly at the worst possible moment.
”

Koryn released a pent up
breath.
“I know,”
he said ruefully.
“I tried that,
too. She told me she’d be good and then turned right around and
refused me. If it isn’t second nature to her, she’ll be in trouble.
And I’m still not sure about that thing. We at least get tired and
give her a break. Maybe you should just try breeding her and see if
that settles her? It ought to be safe enough by now.”

“
And if that doesn’t
work?”
Tariq asked
tightly
. “If we try to discipline her
after I’ve impregnated her, we run the risk of making her abort
it—and she might not survive a miscarriage.”

“
I still don’t like
it.”

“
I don’t fucking like it
either,”
Tariq growled.
“You think I do?”

“
I wasn’t suggesting that.
I know better. Never mind. Let’s just do it.”

Emerald stared at the thing warily and
shifted to the other side of the bed when Tariq approached her with
it.

Tariq sent Koryn a speaking
glance.

Koryn’s lips
tightened.
“I guess you’re
right.”

“
Put your arms above your
head and pull your legs up and spread them,” Tariq said
tightly.

She stared at him for a
long moment and abruptly leapt off the bed and raced toward the
bathroom. Koryn caught her before she reached it and carried her
back to the bed.
“I think she’s just
scared,”
he said neutrally.

“
I agree,”
Tariq responded grimly,
“but you and I both know that’s still unacceptable. One
outburst like that on Niribu could cost her her life. We’ll have to
bind her.”

“
You want to use the play
chair? It’ll make it easier.”

Tariq considered it and finally
nodded. He had to set the robotic dildo down and help Koryn get her
strapped into the chair. When they had her positioned, they knelt
on either side and began milking her breasts to bring the blood to
them, alternately teasing her clit until her skin was flushed all
over and both her nipples and her clit swollen. Tariq tested to
make sure her channel was moist, positioned the dildo and then
spread the lips of her sex wide and activated it, watching in
fascination as the bio-cock moved to the entrance of her body and
pressed against the mouth of her sex. For several moments it seemed
to stop. Then he noticed that the skin around her sex began to grow
more and more taut. Just about the time he’d decided it had
stopped, however, Emerald began to pant and squirm and the head was
slowly enveloped by the taut skin. She struggled, jerking as she
tried to buck her hips and free herself of it. Despite her efforts,
the dildo sank slowly deeper and deeper and then stopped. Tariq
frowned at the part of the shaft still showing, wondering if the
damned thing was defective. Abruptly, it began to move again, this
time outward almost as slowly as it had entered her.

“
Did it go all the way
in?”

Tariq didn’t even glance
up. He was riveted to the thing as it slowly emerged again, coated
in her moisture.
“I don’t think
so,”
he said hoarsely.

The thing stopped when only the head
was inside of her and began to press into her again. This time it
seemed to go deeper. After moving slowly in and out several times,
it began to move faster.

“
It’s adjusted the
depth,”
Koryn commented
. “Can you adjust the speed?”

Tariq studied the small screen on the
robotic device for a moment and finally began tapping the keys
until the machine was driving in and out of her at a rapid pace
that satisfied him.

“
Does it shut off
automatically or keep going till it’s turned off?”

“
I guess we’ll find
out,”
Tariq responded grimly, moving to
take his place beside the chair again and testing the nipple
closest to him. Discovering it was rock hard, he covered it with
his mouth and began to pull at it with a vigor that matched the
machine’s pounding thrusts. Emerald groaned and continued
struggling against her restraints for a while and finally ceased
and began to shudder.

Tariq switched from her nipple to her
clit after a while and then went back to her breast. Koryn moved to
her clit when he abandoned it and teased it a while and then
returned to her nipple.

When she began to weep and beg them to
stop, Tariq got up and headed into his storage room again. He was
carrying a gag when he returned. He pried her jaws open and
inserted the soft ball in her mouth and then secured it in place
with the straps. He could stand just so much of her weeping and
begging and no more. He knew if he had to listen he wasn’t going to
have the spine to do what he knew had to be done.

Koryn got up, as well.
After standing between her legs and watching the machine pumping
steadily into her for several minutes, he looked around a little
vaguely for his clothing.
“I think I’ll go
jack off before my balls explode,”
he
muttered.

Tariq was tempted to do the same.
Instead, he pulled his uniform and boots on and moved to his desk,
trying to focus on the report he had to compose. He found it next
to impossible and finally got up again. He discovered Emerald had
fainted when he checked on her progress. He hesitated and then
turned the dildo off, adjusting it so that the head was still
inserted and then sat down to wait. When he saw her eyelids
flutter, he got up and reset the dildo, adjusting the speed. He
watched until he was sure she’d reached her peak and then returned
to his desk and checked the time. He managed to focus on his report
that time. When he thought to check the time again, he discovered
an hour had passed. Deciding to give her a short rest, he crossed
the room and turned the machine off again. He didn’t think of it
again until he’d finally finished composing his report.

She was staring at the ceiling when he
returned. He studied her for a long moment, debating with himself.
She’d been disciplined for almost three hours. He was inclined to
think she’d had more than enough for one day. Then again, he
reminded himself, she’d fought both of them far more than she’d
ever dared before—and that was after two hours that had worn both
him and Koryn out and left them in as miserable a condition as she
was in.