Delivered by the Defender (Kindred Tales)

Selena awoke with a start when somebody shook her shoulder.

“Huh?” She looked around blearily, wondering where she was. Why was she surrounded by topless women and stuck in a small, glass cage?

“Hey, Selena—Big Horn wants you,” someone whispered urgently in her ear.

“What?” Selena looked up to see Veelah looking down at her anxiously.

“I said, Big Horn wants you!” the Ma’shorkan woman whispered excitedly. “This could be your big chance, honey! Get up—quick!”

She dragged Selena to her feet and shoved her towards the clear dividing wall between the men’s and women’s cells. Selena staggered and almost fell, barely managing to catch herself on the wall.

“Well hello, little bimbap,” a deep, animalistic voice grunted. It scared Selena and she gasped and started violently.

Standing on the other side of the clear wall was the Ma’shorkan male Veelah had called “Big Horn.” He was staring down at Selena’s bare breasts with his yellow-green predator’s eyes filled with lust.

“Best set of tits I ever saw,” he growled, looking up to her face briefly and then back down to her breasts. “Gonna enjoy sucking on those tight nips, baby. Tell me, you gotta Master over in Hammerdown?”

“No. Wait—I mean, yes! Yes!” Selena exclaimed, realizing her mistake too late.

Big Horn grinned, showing sharp white teeth.

“Nah, you don’t,” he sneered. “That’s good—now I won’t have to give him a beatdown to get you.”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Selena didn’t like the way her voice quavered.

“Sure you do—I’m offering to make you my female.” Big Horn’s sharp white grin widened. “Providing you’re good with your mouth.”

“What?” Selena shook her head. “I don’t…don’t understand.”

“You wanna know how I got my nickname—Big Horn?” he said, not bothering to explain himself.

“H-how?” Selena stuttered, though she was almost positive she didn’t want to know.

“It’s ‘cause of this.”

Slowly, the enormous Ma’shorkan unfastened his trousers and withdrew the hugest penis Selena had ever seen. It wasn’t nicely proportioned like Valen’s had been, either. Instead, it was lumpy and bumpy—a mottled blue-green-gray color. Also, it appeared to be covered with some kind of rounded, hairy growths that stuck out like little green patches of moss from the sides of his shaft—maybe the Ma’shorkan version of genital warts? Selena didn’t know.

The head of the big prisoner’s dick was bright purple and oozing some slimy green substance that made her stomach roll. Was that Ma’shorkan precum…or the result of a sexually transmitted disease? Again, Selena didn’t know and she didn’t want to know. She just wanted to get away from the grotesque sight.

“Ewww!” she exclaimed, before she could stop herself. “What’s wrong with it?”

In Selena’s defense, she never would have said such a thing if she hadn’t still been half asleep. This whole scenario just seemed like a continuation of her nightmare. But even in her foggy, still half-awake state, she realized she’d made a mistake when she looked away from the grotesque penis and saw that Big Horn was glaring daggers at her.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with it, little bimbap,” he growled. “Except it needs a nice tongue bath. Which you are gonna give it. Now.”

Most of the holes in the clear, Plexiglas-like wall were about the diameter of a large coin. But there was one at waist-level—which must have been carved and worn smooth over a matter of years—that was three times as big. Big Horn shoved his oozing, mossy shaft through this triple-sized hole and then smirked at Selena.

“Go on,” he snarled. “Suck it.”

“What? No!” Selena inched away from the disgusting thing. Now that it was on her side of the wall, she could smell the ripe, greasy scent of unwashed male flesh. It was strong in her nose, making her want to gag. “No!” she said again and retreated quickly to the other end of the holding cell, ignoring the incredulous looks the other female prisoners were giving her.

Veelah was suddenly right beside her.

“Are you crazy, girl?” she hissed in Selena’s ear. “I told you—this is your big chance!”

“My big chance to what—catch a disease?” Selena demanded in a low voice. “No way in hell am I putting that in my mouth!”

“Then you’re an idiot!” Veelah exclaimed. “Big Horn can protect you in Hammerdown! Or he can make your life a living hell if you reject him,” she added darkly.

Feeling sick, Selena realized she was right. The big Ma’shorkan prisoner had obvious clout and he was big enough to pound her into the ground one-handed. If she rejected him in front of a roomful of people, he was going to hate her forever and probably make it his mission to either make her life miserable…or kill her.

But even knowing all that, she just couldn’t do it—couldn’t make herself walk over there and suck that disgusting, hairy, dirty thing dangling between his legs. Even if it hadn’t been mossy and slimy, she still couldn’t have done it. She’d submitted to Valen because he was stern but caring and she’d felt a genuine connection to the big Kindred. She felt nothing but disgust for Big Horn. Disgust and fear, she admitted to herself. Though not even the fear was enough to motivate her to do as he was commanding.