Bought By The Zandians

by Renee Rose

  I whimper, more from desire than anything at this point, but remember what I’m supposed to do. I manage to get out the words. “Thank you, Master Benn, Master Gorde, for punishing me. I’m sorry!” I clench my pussy muscles. “Please.”

  “Good.” Benn’s voice is easy. “Will you try to escape again, Danica?”

  “No! Please, it hurts.” I twist, trying in vain to reach back again, although if Gorde actually released my hands, I’d go straight for my clit. That’s what needs attention right now.

  Benn drops the cane; I hear it clatter to the floor. He sits beside me and strokes my shoulder. “Why won’t you run?”

  “Because it put you in danger. It almost got you killed. I won’t do it again.” I push my hips up. I hear Benn suck in his breath and smile to myself. They’re going to fuck me now, I know it.

  “No.” Gorde’s voice is harsher than ever. “That’s not why.” He lets go of my neck, and I immediately turn to look at him. Although I can see his arousal in the bulge of his trousers, his voice is taut. “Danica, it’s not just us. It’s you. Don’t you get that? Do you know what that transport worker could have done? You’d have been back at auction in a heartbeat, and probably one in a much fouler, depraved environment. Those shuttle operators are notorious for”—he shakes his head—“unspeakable things. You need to look out for yourself.” He takes his other hand off my back.

  “That’s what I was trying to do!” I struggle to my feet, not even caring that my argument is sort of negating my apology.

  “You’re never going to get exactly what you want, in this life,” he snaps, clenching a fist. “It’s time you grow up and learn to take the best opportunity available. Don’t squander what life brings your way, Danica. Us—this?” He waves a hand. “This is the best vecking chance you have right now. Don’t forget it.”

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper, looking over at Gorde. I can see how badly he wants me—his cock, outlined against his flight pants, is hard and thick. But he’s mad at me, more than Benn. And that hurts more than the cane.

  Tears come to my eyes at the expression on his face, such disappointment and anger. He sees it; turns away, and that flips a switch inside me, and suddenly I’m sobbing.

  Benn responds immediately. “Danica?” He sits me up to peer into my face. He glares at his friend. “Gorde.”

  “I can’t do this right now. You take care of her.” Gorde curses under his breath, something in Zandian, and strides away, over to the flight console. He sits down at a chair and I see his shoulders tense, even across the room.

  Benn swoops me up into his arms and sits down, putting me onto his lap. “He’ll cool down,” he whispers into my ear. “Give him time.” He licks my neck. “In the meantime I’ll help you…recover.”

  The touch of his lips to my skin is an instant hit of pure desire, and I squirm across his rock-hard thighs, the fabric of his clothing scratchy against my sore ass.

  “Hurts?” he murmurs, reaching down. “Lift up.” He cups one ass cheek in his hand, and although I whimper at the touch, it becomes soothing in just a few seconds. “I can make you feel better now, Danica.” He bites my neck, softly, then again, harder. “You ask for it, I’ll deliver.”

  “What exactly…will you provide?” I close my eyes and lean my head back, exposing my neck. My pulse comes harder.

  “Everything,” he says simply, and at the tone in his voice, my eyes fly open to examine his face. He’s not smiling, not teasing. He looks at me for a long minute, as if he’s discovering something for the first time. “Everything,” he repeats, and a slow grin spreads across his face. “That makes you cry out in pleasure. You took your punishment like a good girl, Danica. And good girls get rewarded.”

  “I like rewards,” I breathe out.

  He moves his hand out from under my buttock and strokes along my thighs. “Open for me,” he demands, his voice at once firm and sexy. “I think the caning got you wet, and I intend to find out.”

  He presses his lips to my ear again. “Although I hardly need to touch to be sure. I could smell your arousal, Danica, and see it while I was punishing you. Veck, it was all I could do to finish it.”

  “Next time, feel free to stop early,” I say immediately, then add, “I mean, not next time. There won’t be a next time.”

  “Oh, there won’t?” he whispers, resting a finger on my mound. “You sure about that?” He taps my skin, then glides his fingers down to my pussy entrance, pressing into it slowly. “Positive?”

  I gasp and push my hips forward, encouraging his exploration. “Mmmm…I don’t want to get caned again, ever.”

  “I don’t know if that’s quite right.” He adds a second finger and presses them into me, deeper. “Because look at this vecking pussy, Danica. A pussy doesn’t get this wet unless a pretty little human slave likes what we did.”

  “I hated it,” I murmur, eyes closed again. I can smell his arousal, too, the sweat and need on his body, and it’s intoxicating. I open my lips, lick them, wanting him in my mouth—his tongue, his cock. Anything I can get.

  “I’m afraid that might be a lie.” He adjusts his hand to stroke my clit. “And you know how we deal with that around here, don’t you?”

  “I’m afraid I don’t.” His fingers are magical. I’m already approaching the brink of an orgasm, just from his voice, his fingers, his dominance.

  “We deal with it”—he suddenly flips me off his lap to the sleepdisk—“any way we like, Danica. Any vecking way we want. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Master. Please.” I’m on my stomach, and I turn to watch as he strips his clothing, revealing his strong, muscled torso. That long, hard cock, throbbing with need, almost touching his stomach.

  “Veck, I love hearing you call me master,” he growls. “Get on your hands and knees, Danica. I’m going to take you from behind, hard. Naughty slaves get vecked hard after they’re caned, is that clear?”

  “Yes, Master.” I don’t care how he does it, as long as I feel him inside me right now. I’m going to die if I don’t get to orgasm soon.

  “Your orgasms are mine. Ours. You will never come without permission,” he snaps, getting behind me. He strokes my sore ass, and I whimper once, then press into his hands, his touch inflaming me. “Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Master Benn.” I spread my thighs wider. “Do you understand this?” I look back over my shoulder. “I’d be happy to explain if necessary.”

  He slaps my ass, not too hard, but a good solid spank. “Don’t sass me, human.” He grins. “Get back in position and brace with both arms. You’ll be glad you did, once I get started.” He raises a brow. “And if you’re good, I might even let you come.”

  I moan. “But you said…”

  “I sometimes change my mind,” he teases. “And as your Master, it’s up to my discretion. And, yes, I do understand…this.” He runs his fingers along my cleft, all the way from my clit to my anus. “Quite well. You ready for me to show you?”

  “Yes, please.” I buck my hips, wild for it.

  He presses up against me, and I feel his cock, hard as steel, pressing against my ass crack. He reaches under my body to stroke my breasts, pinching my nipples, squeezing. “Do your breasts like this kind of attention?”

  “Yes.” I squeeze my eyes shut and revel in the sensation. “Yes.”

  He pumps his body against mine, teasing me with his cock while he plays with my tits. “Good. I’ll be sure to remember.” His fingers are magical, teasing me until every squeeze, every pinch, gives me a matching ache in my pussy.

  “Benn!” I cry out.

  “You want this?” He squeezes my tits one last time, then lets go, and finally adjusts his cock so it’s at my entrance.

  “Please.” I wiggle my ass.

  “Your wish is my command, then.” He presses forward. He’s thicker than I remember, but I’m so wet it doesn’t hurt at all, even when he fully seats himself. When he starts to move, I gasp with pleasure. The first time with the two of
them was no fluke. Sex with my Zandians is phenomenal, something I’ve never known possible.

  I don’t know why it’s so different now, and at this moment, I hardly care. I lose myself in the sensation, fucking him back, pushing with my hips to meet his thrusts, bracing on the bed with both arms.

  He grabs my hips and pulls, and I cry out at the feeling.

  “You like to be vecked?” he growls. “You like my Zandian cock inside you, Danica?”

  “Yes!” I can’t think. All I can do is move, my motions becoming frantic as my orgasm approaches. “I’m going to come. I want to come.”

  “You ask permission,” he snaps, and slaps my ass hard, once and again.

  “Let me come, Master Benn? Let me come,” I urge. And although it’s more a demand than an invocation, he growls his permission.

  “Come, love. Come for me. Right now.”

  I cry out and let go, allowing myself to tip over the cliff into the most amazing explosion of passion, something that starts in my clit and fills my entire womb, then my entire body. As I lose myself in the waves that come and keep coming, I’m aware that he cries out and comes, too. He stiffens and I feel warmth as he comes inside me. The feeling spurs me into another orgasm, even stronger than the first, and I scream, colors flashing as my entire body is bathed in pure bliss.

  Chapter 7

  Danica

  When I come back to myself, I’m lying on the sleepdisk. Benn bends over me. “Are you all right?” He kisses my hair, my neck.

  “Yes.” I stretch, and wince as my ass moves on the fabric.

  He frowns and gestures; he’s holding a tube of something in his hand. “Roll over so I can put this soothing oil onto your skin. It will take away some of the burn.”

  “Not all of it?” I oblige, the act of showing my ass to him sparking new desire.

  He laughs. “Then what good would the spanking have been? You need some reminder of why you were disciplined, Danica.” His hands are strong and gentle on my skin, though, as he massages the slick fluid into my heated ass. It has an immediate effect, soothing the sting until just a warm burn is left. Just enough bite to make me want him again.

  “But not too much.” He laughs, then bends down to brush a kiss on my neck. “After all, how can we want such a pretty ass to stay sore for too long? Hmmm?”

  Tears come to my eyes and to my surprise, a sob breaks out of my throat.

  “It’s not supposed to hurt.” He leans forward. “Does it sting you in some way?” If it’s not helping, I can try another lotion—”

  “No. It feels good.” I clear my throat. “Ak — I mean, I’m not used to having any being take care of me like this.” I wipe my eyes. “Thank you.”

  Gorde speaks up from across the room. “Zandians always take care of what’s theirs.” His voice is harsh. “Don’t forget that. We’re not like other species.”

  Benn’s hand stills on my skin. Stiffens. “You’re right. We’re not.” He sighs. “And speaking of what’s ours…Danica, we need to tell you something.”

  I sit up. “What is it?”

  He looks across the room, and crosses his arms. “We weren’t entirely honest with you before.” A tendon jerks in his neck.

  “About what?” I blink at him. “Is it about the one you rescued?” I glance over at the med pod, which is blinking one green light and one red now.

  “What? No.” He looks confused, then shakes his head. He stands up. “It’s about…you.”

  I frown. “I don’t understand.”

  “So, let me explain.” Benn takes a deep breath. “What we didn’t tell you before, is that humans on Zandia are not slaves. We don’t have the right to take you as a slave.”

  “Wait…what?” I jump to my feet. My heart pounds and I grab at the silky covering on the sleeping platform, grappling with it, wrapping it around me, awkward. “So this whole time you kept me, I was actually—free?”

  “Well, free—not really. Not according to the galactic accords.” He steps forward and reaches out to touch my barcode, retracts his hand at my flinch. “But Zandian law is that human females are welcome on our planet, and may stay. But not as slaves. As partners.”

  “How?” My voice shakes.

  “They’re sponsored by one or more Zandians, who claim them as mates to bear young. To help rebuild the planet. Human women are perfect partners to mate with Zandians to carry forward our DNA. Both of our DNA.” His voices rises with excitement. “We don’t have enough Zandian females, so we need humans.”

  “But what do they…do? Apart from…breeding?” I shudder and wrap my arms around myself as I sink down to sit on the bed.

  He tilts his head. “Whatever they want, as long as it supports Zandia. One human is a medic. Another is a—well, she started out with agriculture experience, but now she’s one of our top chemists. She works with Dr. Daneth. Another one is a mechanic. Whatever your skills are, we can find something that works.” He blinks at me. His eyes, wide and dark, are unreadable. “It’s a good life, Danica. You’ll be mated with Zandians who match you. You’ll have choices back on the planet. And if you accept a Zandian sponsor and agree to the terms, you will live there safely and we will protect you, forever.”

  “But”—I can’t get past this—“you had no right to take me. Tell me I was your slave.” My voice rises. “You prevented me from leaving when you had no right.” Of course, I wouldn’t have received better treatment from any other being in the galaxy, but it still sticks me.

  Benn sits beside me, and after a few seconds, he puts his arm around me. Tentative. A light pressure. “Danica, it wasn’t entirely right, what we did. But it was only for your protection. Surely you see how dangerous it would have been for you alone on that planet? Really, there’s no way you could make it alive to Jesel, alone. You’d be killed.”

  His voice is full of conviction, but I don’t care. “You don’t know that! It was my right to try it, if I wanted. You prevented me. You lied.”

  “Forgive me for not wanting to watch them cut your vecking throat right there,” Gorde snaps. “Or drag you off to prison.”

  I jerk my head—he’s in front of me now, eyes blazing. “We just came out of the prison that Ocretion would have used to lock you up. You wouldn’t”—he clenches a fist, turns away for a second—“you have no idea. By lying to you, forcing you to stay with us? We saved your life.”

  I bite my lip. “I don’t know what to say.” My anger disappears as quickly as it came, and everything seems so clear. I know how Ocretions are. And although the slaves whisper about the passenger shuttle, the truth is that there are also rumors about how dangerous it is.

  “Say you forgive us.” Benn’s voice is low. “Come to Zandia, Danica.”

  I want to. Mother Earth, how I want to go there with these two males, now that I know what’s offered to human women. And since I don’t have a route to Jesel, this may be my last and only option.

  I touch my abdomen once and a strange sadness twists inside my soul. If they learn about my past, the look on their faces will change from protective passion to anger and disgust. Maybe even murderous rage. But right now, it’s my only viable option.

  I have to take my chances.

  “Yes.” I take a deep breath and pretend that everything will be okay. “Yes, I forgive you. Please take me to Zandia.”

  Benn

  When Danica looks into my eyes and asks me to take her to Zandia, a wave of relief startles me. First of all, I barely know her, and unlike Gorde, I didn’t have some kind of immediate mind connection with the little human. Sure, she vecks like a dream. But I’m having a hard time giving up my fantasy of finding a Zandian female. I know I’m just feeling a temporary bond with her because of the sex. Dr. Daneth says humans have powerful hormones that can affect Zandian emotions—but I’m not going to be swayed by that. The relief is probably just because I know it’s the right thing to do.

  I clear my throat. “We’ll arrive in a few hours. I’ll alert King Zander that�
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  A frenzy of chimes from the med pod interrupts, and we all look over as the lid opens with a pneumatic hiss, all the lights flashing green.

  “He’s awake.” Gorde jogs over as our fellow Zandian sits up slowly and winces. He squints as he looks around the pod, his eyes blank, uncomprehending.

  “He’s still pretty banged up, but the crystal light flood has done a remarkable job healing his bruises and cuts,” I mutter. He looks almost whole again.

  “Where am I?” His voice, low and resonant, carries across the room. “Who are you?” He frowns, then reaches up to touch his horns. “I was in the prison.” He looks at his arms, lifts the left one. “This was broken. I couldn’t heal. But it’s better.” He looks at the med pod. “You have crystals here?”

  “Yeah. We rescued you.” Gorde nods. “This is Benn. I’m Gorde. We’re from Zandia.”

  The Zandian blinks. “There is no more Zandia.” He coughs. His eyes dart around the craft, then back to the crystal, and a strange sensation churns in my gut. There’s something off about him, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

  “We took it back.” Gorde crosses his arms. “It’s a sovereign kingdom again. We came to bring you home.”

  “Home?” The Zandian’s voice cracks. He gets out of the pod, one leg first, shaky. The other. He looks around him, turning his head. “This ship. Zandia never had this kind of technology.”

  “We have a lot of new things.” Gorde smiles briefly. “Your name, brother?”

  The Zandian blinks. “Well.” But he doesn’t answer. He looks over at Danica, and his expression twists into something odd and almost fierce.

  She sucks in a breath and and steps closer to me. I put my arm on her shoulder.

  “Your name.” I repeat it, louder, enunciating.