Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (27 page)

Tariq focused on his
food.
“It looks like it’s pointing to a
system in this galaxy. I’ll have a better idea when I’ve run some
figures.”

Koryn focused on his own
meal until he’d finished. Pushing his plate away, he studied Tariq
for several moments.
“When are you going
to forward the information?”

Tariq met his gaze.
“We don’t actually have it yet, do
we?”

Koryn relaxed
fractionally.
“No, we don’t. All efforts
will be focused on the war right now anyway. I doubt they’d even be
able to consider an expedition until they’ve settled our dispute
with the Dinjin.”

“
True. I don’t see any
need to rush, especially since we aren’t sure yet. It would be
better to be sure. There’s no point in getting everyone excited for
nothing.”

“
I’ve been going over that
word in my head all day. Some of the survivors we picked up
mentioned a colony named Centaurian. The order of the letters seems
to match.”

“
We only have four
letters. Still, it could be a match.”

Koryn nodded and then got
up and stretched.
“Well, I’m for bed. I
have work to do in the morning.”

When he’d left, Tariq stared at his
desk for several moments and finally got up and returned to it. It
took him nearly an hour to find the system even with most of the
coordinates and a fair idea of where to look. It was a binary
system with ten planets. The sixth lay in the perfect orbit to
support human life—not too hot, not too cold.

He sat back in his chair, studying it
for a while and finally sat forward. His fingers hovered over the
keys for a moment and then he began to type in the command. ‘Dump
data.’ A question popped up on the holographic screen. ‘Are you
certain you want to erase the data?’ He didn’t hesitate that time.
He typed in ‘yes’ and hit enter.

Rising, he stretched and moved toward
the bed. When he’d undressed, he settled beside Emerald and drew
her into his arms. She was shivering, he discovered. He tightened
his hold on her and began to stroke her back slowly until she
stopped shivering.

“
Don’t send me away. I’ll
be good.”

Tariq was more than half
asleep when he heard the whispered plea. Wondering if he was
dreaming, he squeezed her gently, nuzzling his face in her
hair.
“You’re my baby. I don’t think I
could bear it if I sent you away.”

* * * *

Emerald had long since reached a state
where she floated most of the time on a pleasurable, tortuous cloud
where she had little awareness beyond the battle raging in her
body. There were brief periods where she wasn’t at that zenith of
euphoria drugged state, but even then it seemed that she was
climbing toward it or drifting toward complete unawareness. There
were no truly lucid moments, no time of complete awareness, and
she’d begun to have difficulty sorting what was real and what
wasn’t.

Dread lingered in her mind at all
times, often flickering to the forefront her mind, sometimes a
distant uneasiness, but it always seemed to be there. Koryn or
Tariq had only to tell her to get into the chair for it to zoom to
the forefront. She would feel it building while they bound her and
the chair moved, bending her knees and then spreading her legs so
wide that she could feel air whisper over her sex and dry the moist
inner lips until they ceased to cling and parted. It would climb
higher when she felt their hands at her breasts or her sex,
tweaking the flesh until blood rushed to those areas and warmth
turned into fire and pleasure turned into pain from the pressure
that built there because she knew that was what would happen the
moment she felt their touch and she knew what would come next—that
strange thing she remembered, the thing that looked exactly like a
cock—except that it was bigger than any cock she’d ever seen until
she’d seen Tariq’s cock and then Koryn’s.

The dread intensified when she felt
the rounded tip press against her and then felt the pressure build
and build until the skin was burning from it before her flesh
finally yielded to a superior force and engulfed it. She would pant
from a combination of fear that it would tear her instead of
entering her and distress from the burning pain and the unrelenting
pressure. She lost track of the dread then, too focused on the
building pressure inside of her as she felt the slow, unrelenting
progress of the thing prying at her flesh all the way, forcing it
to yield. It would stop when it brushed her womb and retreat and
come back again and, just about the time she would begin to relax,
Tariq or Koryn or both together would jolt her attention from that
thing, pulling at her nipples and her clit with such vigor that the
jolts of heat running through her quickly converged into a constant
roll of fire through her and the thing driving into her would begin
to move faster and faster until the muscles in her sex began to
quake as her body reached its maximum peak and prepared to release
in climax. The orgasm never reached fruition, though. She would
hover at the brink, quake until she was exhausted from the tremors
and dizzy from gasping for breath—endlessly waiting for the release
that never came. And it would stop and that was almost worse. She
could feel herself slowly cooling, could feel the promise of a
climax moving further and further away until there was no hope of
reaching it and yet her body continued to complain because she
hadn’t reached it.

And just about the time she almost
reached that plain where it didn’t matter anymore, where she didn’t
cry, or feel like crying, because she couldn’t have it, they would
begin again. It was worse when it was both of them because then she
would fly upward to that trembling peak at the top faster and they
would make her stay longer, sobbing for relief that was always
denied.

Because she’d been bad.

She could have hours upon hours of
pleasure so intense she wanted to scream and cry because she’d been
bad, but she couldn’t have the prize because she’d been bad. And
‘bad’ was anger over being denied and reluctance to feel pleasure
and deprivation at the same time. ‘Bad’ was feeling that she had a
choice when she didn’t and showing them that she thought she had a
choice. ‘Bad’ was any time she grew angry and let them know it by a
look, and if she refused to yield that was even more ‘bad’ and
resulted in more ‘sessions’ of tortuous, endless pleasure—without
release.

That dread dominated her mind, but
there was another dread, the threat that it could be much worse if
she continued to be bad, if she couldn’t make herself ignore the
dread and the anger and yield, whatever they asked, immediately,
without question, without hesitation. If her world hadn’t felt
turned upside down, she thought that dread would have dominated,
because it was fear of death or completely losing her ‘self’,
losing the ability to think at all or to make choices. One of
them—or maybe both?—had told her that that was what would happen if
she didn’t learn not to be bad. There had been the hint that she
would be given to someone else and that someone else might do far
worse when she was ‘bad’—the other things that made her
dread.

She wasn’t sure if she most feared
those unnamed other things or simply being given to someone else.
She knew she was terribly afraid that she would be given to someone
else, but it didn’t seem that it was because of what they might do
if she was bad. It seemed most of her fear was wrapped up in being
afraid it wouldn’t be Tariq or Koryn and that she wouldn’t get the
petting she so looked forward to when they were pleased with her,
the tender touches when they held her and caressed her instead of
teasing her, when they kissed her. She wouldn’t feel like any time
she would be rewarded with orgasm if she could just be good long
enough to deserve it.

It relieved her a little while when
she’d finally nerved herself to beg Tariq not to send her away,
promised to be good if he wouldn’t, and he’d tightened his hold on
her and murmured something to her in his own tongue. She hadn’t
understood what he’d said, but it had felt like
reassurance.

As she lay drifting in the heated haze
later, though, enduring the wracking pleasure she’d come to expect,
something different pierced the fog, some sound of movement that
wasn’t familiar. Lifting her heavy eyelids with an effort, she
struggled to focus her vision and see what had intruded enough to
pierce her awareness. She finally managed to bring the movements
into focus even though there was only a tiny part within her field
of vision. Koryn and Tariq were kneeling on the floor beside some
sort of container, staring at whatever was inside of it. As she
watched, Tariq bent down. When he straightened again, she caught a
flash of long, reddish hair and then he moved completely into view
as he moved away from the container carrying whatever it was. She
caught a brief flash of the ‘something’ before he moved beyond her
field of vision. It was a woman, naked and unconscious.

Fear rose inside her instantly,
powerful enough that it pierced the state of euphoria. Did that
mean they meant to send her away after all? Or had they, as Koryn
suggested, brought in another woman to appease their needs because
she’d been bad so long they’d given up thinking that they could use
her for that?

The last thought almost calmed her.
The fear lingered that they would be more interested in the new
woman, but it was still better than being sent to someone else. If
she could’ve just convinced herself that that was all it was, she
would’ve felt better. She couldn’t dismiss the fear that the other
woman’s presence meant that she was going to be sent away, though,
especially when she remembered bits and pieces of the conversation.
Or was that the same conversation? She couldn’t be sure, but it
upset her so much she began to cry. She remembered they’d been
talking about her. She’d heard her name mentioned several times and
they’d been angry and arguing as they so often did when they talked
about her. That was what it was about, sending her away and getting
another woman to take her place.

She sobbed so hard over that that it
caught their attention. Koryn’s face swam into view when she
blinked the tears out of her eyes. His expression was taut with
disgust.

“
How long has she been in
this thing?”

Tariq jerked an alarmed
glance at the clock. Relief flooded him. “
Only thirty minutes on this session. It’s her second today,
though.”

Koryn frowned.
“You’re certain? She’s crying.”

Tariq’s expression
tightened.
“I’m certain. She often cries,
or haven’t you fucking noticed? Why do you think I got the gag? I
can’t fucking stand it when she cries. It ties me in
knots.”

Emerald heard Tariq leave
and cried harder. She was startled when she felt Koryn’s fingers
brush lightly along her cheek.
“Shhh,
baby. You’re half way there. Just a little longer and I’ll let you
rest.”

She didn’t understand what he’d said,
but both his touch and his tone reassured her. She calmed enough to
drop once more into the grip of the euphoric haze.

* * * *

Tariq garnered many a second glance
and far more interest than he liked as he carried the unconscious
woman through the ship to the docking bay where the shuttle was
waiting to carry their first batch of breeders to Niribu. It made
him uneasy even though he’d taken care to cradle her face against
his chest and cover the exposed profile with a lock of her
hair—just in case anyone had sneaked into Koryn’s lab and gotten a
good enough look at Emerald to realize the woman he was carrying
wasn’t her. He thought the possibility was slim. As Koryn had
pointed out, he’d hovered over her pod from the time she’d
developed to a stage where he could see her maturing face, the face
that had haunted his dreams until he couldn’t seem to make himself
stay away. And although Koryn had refused to admit it, he’d hovered
over her, as well. That hadn’t left a lot of time for anyone else
to obsess over her.

He still didn’t want to take a chance.
The ship had been virtually empty the day Emerald had decided to
take a stroll and he was fairly certain she couldn’t have run in to
anyone at all or the alarm would’ve been sounded, but there was
still a chance someone had glimpsed her and he was afraid Emerald’s
face was too memorable to be easily forgotten.

He was relieved when he finally
reached the ship and strode up the gangplank. The crew was
primarily androids and he didn’t see any of the other crewmembers
as he made his way to the cabin he’d set aside for ‘Emerald’. He
settled her on the bunk when he entered and carefully secured the
safety harness for takeoff. When he straightened, he studied the
woman. She was pretty enough, he decided. Her figure was actually a
little more voluptuous than Emerald’s—not as appealing to his mind,
but still enough to arouse a great deal of interest and competition
for possession.

Relieved to see that she was desirable
enough that it seemed unlikely anyone would question that she was
the woman they’d decided he was obsessed with, he turned and left.
He met up with his android, Aeon, on the way out. “Aeon, Emerald is
sleeping. I confess I fucked her nearly to death when I realized I
was going to have to give her up. She’ll need a good deal of care
if she’s to recover before you reach Niribu. The crewmembers are
not to have access to her. Understood?”