Zandian Pet (Zandian Masters 7)

A Zandian female being kept as a sex slave?

Over his dead body. He would vecking kill Prium for dishonoring one of his species. Never mind the fact that enslaving a Zandian was illegal because his species was recognized by the United Galaxies.

But he’d negotiated hundreds of deals. Knowing better than to show any emotion, he gave the hologram a bored glance. “Interesting. Where did you find her?”

The hologram rotated, and prickles raced down his arms. Though her hair had been bleached to a human shade of reddish blonde, he recognized the female.

Taramina. Seke’s other missing daughter.

“Her name is Mina. I bought her in a lot of slaves from a private collection. Aurelian. The previous owner used them as pets.”

Oh no. He did not vecking say that.

Erick swallowed down his rage. His nails bit into the flesh of his palms, but he forced a calm he didn’t feel to radiate from his shoulders, his face. Plastering on a bored countenance, he said, “All right. I’ll give her a try.”

“No privates with this one. You can only have her in a mainstage cell.”

Every cell in his body revolted against that idea. He needed to get the female alone. Not to veck her—he couldn’t touch Seke’s daughter, not unless he wanted a quick death at the hands of the Master at Arms.

“How much for a private?” Now, he looked too damn eager. Damn, he hadn’t wanted to show his hand.

Prium’s generous mouth stretched into a toothy smile. He hadn’t been fooled to begin with. “Stage cell only. She’s one of my top exhibits.”

Vecking hell.

“Fine. Why don’t you show her to me?”

Chapter Two

Mina dragged her gaze away from the scene going on in the cell directly across the lounge from hers. Prium’s featured every kind of sex, from clean and clinical to rough and mean, with every fetish in between. The human female across the cell was new—not a trained slave—and she screamed and cried as two males had their way with her. Apparently, this sort of scene was a huge draw because every spectator in the lounge had shifted to watch it play out.

She should use this time to case the room, look for opportunities. But her gaze kept zipping back to the cell with the unfortunate slave. The Ocretian males had her arched over the padded bench, one shoving his malehood into her mouth as the other pounded between her legs. They took turns slapping her breasts, her face, her thighs.

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uickening between Mina’s thighs made her stomach twist. She shouldn’t be aroused by this girl’s torture. It was sick and wrong. It must be because it was Zandian breeding season. At least, she thought it might be, if she remembered the cycles right. Once a year, for a period of weeks, all the females on her planet went into heat. She’d only been a child, but she remembered her parents locking themselves in their room for hours on end during breeding season, with the result being a new infant sibling.

But she’d always had a slightly different take on sex than the human slaves. She didn’t enjoy it, per se, but she didn’t find it as distasteful as some slaves.

Obedience came easily for her, or at least feigned obedience, because she’d always known she’d escape. Maybe that was the difference between her and the humans. They had no hope of ever escaping their fate. Humans were not recognized as free beings anywhere in the United Galaxies.

She stole another look at the cell across the way. The males had flipped the sobbing girl over on the bench, and one of them whipped her with his belt while the other took a turn with his cock in her mouth.

Again, something twisted in her belly, heat kindling between her legs. She didn’t want to be whipped like that. Not by those males. But in her most unacknowledged fantasies, she served a slave master worth obeying. Not one like Durhock, but one who paid far more attention. Who controlled her every move, paid attention to her. Punished her. Rewarded her. He’d be big and muscled, like her father had been. Capable. Masculine.

But that was ridiculous. A worthy slave master wasn’t her goal. Freedom was.

The door to her cell opened, and she whirled to face it. She hadn’t expected any customers, since they were all engaged watching the threesome across the way.

Prium, himself, stepped in and then her breath caught. Behind him, ducking to get through the doorway, hulked an incredible male. One with the same color skin as hers and two horns on the top of his head.

A Zandian male.

When he saw her, his nostrils flared, and brown eyes turned violet. The stubby horns thickened and leaned in her direction, but his face remained blank, if not slightly disdainful.

Her own physical reaction to his presence was so instantaneous and complete, it overwhelmed her. Her breath whooshed out of her chest, thighs began to quiver. She caught his scent, which made her head swim and the room rock under her feet. Moisture trickled from her clenching pussy down her leg. She had to use the wall to hold herself up.

“On your knees, pet,” Prium commanded with a frown.