Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (25 page)

Dismissing his qualms, he set the
machine again. He was careful to watch the time that time. One hour
on, one off. He reached his limit during the fourth session and
went to take a shower and jack off.

She was so exhausted by the time he
decided to feed her that she had no interest in eating and she
quivered all over at his lightest touch. He felt sick to his
stomach, but he ignored it, forcing her to eat a little and drink.
He felt far worse when he told her to go relieve herself and
discovered her legs were so weak she couldn’t walk.

“
Hardheaded little idiot!”
he growled. He carried her to the bathroom and stood over her until
she’d relieved herself.

Wondering if he was a fool himself, he
carried her to the bed when they emerged and lay down with her,
cuddling her against his chest and stroking her back soothingly
until she stopped shivering and fell asleep. He lay for hours
staring into the darkness afterwards, wondering if Koryn was right
and he should let him try to selectively remove her rebellious
tendencies. That made him sicker than what he’d done,
though.

He couldn’t simply set her free,
although he knew that was what she wanted. Even if he could bring
himself to do it, she’d either die, torn to pieces by some of the
roving wild animals, or be picked up again.

He began to understand why Koryn had
said he’d rather put her down.

He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t bear
the thought of seeing the light die in her eyes.

It would be as bad, or worse, to see
eyes vacant of the spirit he was so fond of—even while it drove him
up the wall.

He shook the thoughts, pulling her
more tightly against his length. He would try to discipline her a
few more days and if that didn’t work, he would have to think of
something else.

Chapter Eleven

Tariq had expected the high councilor
to be furious when he made his report and the man’s rage still took
him aback. It wasn’t until later that it occurred to him why Mylor
was so furious. He’d been the one who’d talked the high council
into signing the treaty with the Dinjin.

He demanded a fully copy of the report
and copies of all the data Tariq had managed to extract from the
Dinjin ship and told him he would be contacting him again after the
high council had made their decision.

Breaking the link with a sense of
relief, Tariq turned to look at Emerald. He’d settled her with her
tray on the bed so that she wouldn’t be visible to the high
councilor and told her not to make a sound.

She’d obeyed … for a wonder, but as
much as he wanted to believe that meant he could forego any further
discipline, he knew better. She’d been quiet because she was
worried about the councilor, not because he told her to. Seeing
she’d finished, he told her to bring him the tray and then go take
care of her needs. He was standing by the chair waiting for her
when she came out again.

“
Come here.”

She glanced from him to the chair and
slowly approached him. Her chin was wobbling and there were tears
in her eyes. “Please don’t.”

A knot rose in his throat. He clamped
his jaw tightly. “Get in the chair.”

She bit her lip, but she sat down. She
was tense when he lifted her arms and manacled her wrists and more
tense when he locked her ankles into place. He adjusted the chair
so that it bent her knees upward and spread her thighs wide and
then tilted it upward and went to the back to secure the inhibitor
to the chair to prevent her from evading the dildo.

She was so tense it took him a good
ten minutes to get her relaxed enough to produce any moisture. He
ignored it, persevering until her body responded in spite of her
will. She whimpered piteously when he spread the lips of her sex to
allow the dildo to penetrate her and then began to pant as it
stretched her flesh and finally breached the opening. He saw when
the dildo retracted that there was little moisture on it and moved
to her breasts to tease them until she ceased to strain against her
bonds. He saw when he checked the dildo again that there was enough
moisture to prevent damage and increased the pace until she began
to groan incessantly.

It reminded him that he’d forgotten
the gag. He put it in place and left her. Settling at his desk, he
checked the time and pulled up the data he hadn’t managed to decode
and began working on it. He was careful to keep track of the time,
however, stopping it after an hour, allowing her to rest an hour
and then beginning again.

Her teeth were chattering when he
released her after the fourth session and walked her to the
bathroom. When she’d relieved herself, he sat down at the table
with her and made her eat and drink as much as she would. When he
told her to get back in the chair, she began shaking, but she got
up and moved to it and remained completely docile while he strapped
her in and began another session.

Feeling heartened by her progress, he
returned to his work. When he checked her after the third afternoon
session and discovered she’d fainted again, he was alarmed enough
he dismissed his concern about her behavioral problems and removed
her from the chair. She came around when he settled her on the bed.
“Rest. We’ll begin again later.”

She fell asleep weeping.

Tariq was just about ready to tear his
hair out when she finally stopped. Struggling to focus when she’d
finally quieted, he gritted his teeth and continued trying to
decipher the damaged memory chip. He’d just managed to pick out a
handful of letters that appeared to be a name and a partial spacial
coordinate when Koryn arrived carrying a tray.

He glanced distractedly at
the time and then at Emerald. She was still sleeping and he
summoned Koryn with a wave of his hand.
“I
think I might have found a piece of the coordinates to one of the
colonies!”

Koryn immediately
tensed.
“You think?”

“
These are English
letters—not the Dinjin language—and these letters don’t match up
with any of the names of the planets in this system. I thought at
first it might be one of the outposts, but it can’t be. They
would’ve used the human’s name for it if they were going to record
it in English.”

“
You think you can get the
rest of it?”

“
I don’t know. I don’t
know anything to do except to keep trying.”

Koryn straightened after a
few minutes and glanced at Emerald.
“She
looks worn out, poor baby.”
He turned to
look at Tariq again after a moment and saw that Tariq was studying
her, his face drawn as and haggard as if he’d been enduring the
discipline himself. Uncomfortable, he looked away
again
. “How’s she doing?”

“
Better,”
Tariq said, smiling crookedly.
“She balked this morning when we started but
after I’d let her rest and eat and told her to get back in the
chair, she was completely docile.”

“
Maybe this will
work,”
Koryn said neutrally.
“I wasn’t convinced yesterday.”

“
I’m not convinced
today,”
Tariq said tiredly.
“I just said it looked promising. Ask me again
tomorrow.”

“
Do you want to let her
sleep a little longer?”

“
If she doesn’t wake up by
the time I finish eating, I’ll wake her.”

They hadn’t reached the table when the
alert on Tariq’s communicator sounded. His expression hardened with
tension as he strode quickly to the console. He activated it even
as he sat down. His belly clenched when the high councilor’s image
appeared.

“
We’ve declared war on the
Dinjin,”
he announced immediately.
“It was a unanimous vote. We’re readying the
fleet now.”

“
Should we join the force
at Niribu or rendezvous elsewhere?”

“
I want you to stay where
you are and continue collecting whatever survivors you can. How
many did you say you’d managed to round up?”

“
I didn’t. Right off the
top of my head, I couldn’t give you a precise count. Around fifty.
There’s a higher ratio of females to males—around thirty females
and twenty males.”
He glanced at
Koryn.
“What’s the status of your first
group?”

Koryn approached him and
bowed to the High Councilor. “
I have a
dozen that should be ready to turn out of the pods in two days. Six
of each. And a dozen more ready to go in when I remove the first.
Another six of each.”

Mylor looked surprised and
not particularly happy.
“That’s better
than I expected. Ship the ones that are ready. Everyone’s anxious
to bring our children home to Niribu. We’d thought they were safe
where they were,”
he finished
angrily.

Tariq nodded.
“I’ll see to it.”

Mylor stared at him hard
for a moment.
“All of them that are
ready.”

Tariq’s jaw
tightened.
“Yes, my lord.”

“
He knows about
Emerald,”
Koryn said tightly when he’d
broken the link.

Tariq glanced at Emerald, discovering
she was awake. “Go freshen up, baby, and come sit with me. Koryn
brought food.”

They moved to the table
and settled. When Tariq heard the sound of water emanating from the
facilities, he met Koryn’s gaze.
“I’ll
have to find out who’s reported to the councilor,”
he said grimly.
“He may
have just been fishing. He hates my guts anyway. He knows I usually
oppose him in the lower council.”

“
Fucking hell! You didn’t
think to mention that before?”

Tariq’s lips
tightened.
“It’s fairly common knowledge.
If you paid any fucking attention to politics, you would’ve known
it!”

“
Yes, but … Gods! The high
councilor? Don’t give me any gods damned lectures about politics!
At least I haven’t made an enemy of the most powerful lord on the
gods damned council!”

“
I have far more friends
on the high council than enemies!”
Tariq
snapped, stabbing angrily at the food on his plate and eating it
without any appearance whatsoever of enjoying it.
“At any rate, he won’t be in power much longer.
He has a lot of enemies and he was the one that pushed the treaty
with the Dinjin. He’ll be ousted next election, mark my
words.”

“
As if that’s going to do
us, or Emerald, any good!”

“
I don’t suppose there are
any females in the new batch that have red hair?”

Koryn looked startled for
a moment.
“One of the females has reddish
blond hair,”
he said slowly.

“
Good,”
Tariq said briskly.
“We’ll de-pod her and put her in with the
shipment.”

“
Did you miss the part
where I said they wouldn’t be ready for two days?”

Tariq shrugged.
“You always add a little to be on the safe side.
We’ll delay the shipment until you take her out.”

“
The count will be
off.”

“
Not if she’s the only one
you take out tomorrow. You’ll have time to make an extra before we
make another shipment. Put two in the same fucking pod if you have
to! They’re small enough.”

“
She’ll be
weak!”

Tariq’s jaw
tightened.
“I intend to carry her onboard
myself and put her in a special holding cell—alone. She’ll be
strong enough by the time they arrive—especially if I give the
order to take special care of her. That’ll make it more convincing
anyway.”

“
She doesn’t look like
Emerald.”

Tariq sent him a hard
look.
“No one has seen Emerald but the
medic—and he was focused on her feet—me, you, and your assistant.
Adjust his memory chip.”
Realizing he
didn’t hear the shower anymore, Tariq glanced in that direction and
saw that Emerald had emerged. He lifted a hand. She crossed the
room and paused in front of him and he pulled her onto his lap,
relishing the fresh washed scent of her hair and the smoothness of
her skin. Koryn was right, he thought absently. She was as sweet
and soft as an infant. Baby suited her as a pet name. It rankled
that Koryn had thought of it first, but he dismissed it.

He was relieved that she displayed a
far better appetite than she had earlier. She relaxed in his arms,
taking whatever he offered.

Koryn studied her through narrowed
eyes for several moments. “Did you want me to stay and help with
her sessions tonight? Or are you just going to use the robotic
dildo?”

Tariq stroked her cheek
lightly with the backs of his fingers when she remained completely
relaxed.
“I don’t know if I’m up to
watching that tireless bastard fuck her after watching it all
day,”
he muttered.
“I’m horny enough to crack myself.”

“
All the more reason to
make use of it. She seems to be responding well to the sessions. A
few more days of intense indiscipline might do the
trick.”