She didn’t want to oblige, however. This shouldn’t be happening to her. She wasn’t meant for breeding.
“I know you’re small and I’m large. I will do my best not to hurt you.”
“No.” It sounded stronger than she felt. In her mind, it was a whimper. She knew the inevitability of her fate, here.
He slapped one cheek, hard. “You don’t tell me no.” He shifted behind her, the rustle of clothing signaling his disrobing. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance.
She twisted to catch a glimpse of it, but, from her position, saw nothing but the chiseled muscles of his bare torso, his strength and power almost shocking. No, it was his sex that shocked her. He pushed it in, wedging the huge organ into her tight channel.
“Oh, oh! No, no no,” she moaned, her teeth clenched.
“Hush, human.”
“Lamira. My name is Lamira, you overgrown alien ape. You think you can—uhn—” she broke off as he bumped her ass with his loins, driving deeper, right up against her resistance. “You think you’re so superior, you can afford to buy any slave you want—oh, oh veck!” He broke her hymen. A brief pain flashed when it tore and then he was deep, filling her with his enormous cock. “No, no, no more.”
He reached around and covered her mouth with his hand, moving in and out of her. His breath rasped behind her, rough and labored.
She bit his finger as hard as she could—hard enough to draw blood.
“Veck!” He yanked out of her.
She thought she’d feel relief, but her body experienced his loss as a disappointment, even though it had been far too much.
He cursed again and then she had a split second of warning from the whistle through the air before something hard and thin struck her across the ass—across both cheeks.
She screamed and looked over her shoulder. He held a wooden stick of some kind, about a half-meter long and five centimeters wide. The whapping sound it made when striking her flesh sounded nearly as loud as her screams. He beat her with it—ten times in rapid succession.
She wailed as if he were killing her. Veck, he might kill her. There was anger and force behind his strokes. Not that she blamed him. She’d certainly inflicted her own damage.
Fortunately, the wooden implement wasn’t that thick. It didn’t pack a wallop like a heavy wooden paddle. She’d been beaten with one of those once at the agrifarm and didn’t want to repeat the experience.
He went still behind her.
She continued to wail, with no semblance of pride now.
“Stop the noise.”
She tensed, waiting to see what happened next. Her ass throbbed, the welts he’d laid stinging like a million pinpricks. Her bottom twitched of its own accord. Her sex pulsed, hot and swollen. Moisture seeped from her slit. It must be his fluids—had he finished?
Vaguely, she was disappointed.
No, flesh slapped audibly behind her, but he wasn’t touching her. Was he...servicing himself?
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It couldn’t have gone worse. He was going to ream Daneth for this idiotic plan. He pumped his cock in his fist, but he’d lost all interest in copulation after the human’s ridiculous wails. Daneth must have made a mistake—Zandians and humans were not sexually compatible. He may have been initially aroused at the sight of her bound and presented for his taking, but not anymore.
He closed his eyes and willed himself to a finish. He would reach the point of climax then enter her one more time to deposit his seed. He didn’t want to endure any more of her cries than necessary to get this finished.
There. Almost there. He gripped her hips and pushed back inside. She grew even wetter than before, more welcoming. Her muscles gripped his cock.
Stars...yes. He shot his load, finishing deep inside her. As soon as it was over, he pulled out and released her from the bonds. The wailing had quieted down to a mewling, panting cacophony.
“Get in your cage.” He was utterly disgusted with her. With himself, too. He should have researched this himself, instead of relying on Daneth’s knowledge. Perhaps there was something he could have done to prepare the delicate human for a Zandian intrusion.
He turned his back on her, listening as she pushed herself to her feet and crawled into the elevated cage.
“Lock cage,” he murmured. “Lights off.” With a sigh, he climbed onto his sleep disk and lay on his back with his fingers interlaced behind his head.