by Jaye Peaches
Kriss grinned. “Good plan.” He clapped his hands, applauding the idea.
Shayla’s skin wasn’t so red now. Her pout was definitely a frown and her bright eyes were not so brilliant. In fact, her lower lip wobbled, but she said nothing.
Kriss activated the release mechanism and out of the ceiling dropped a hemp rope, the softest kind—even a droid’s artificial skin needed careful handling. Jago took her wrist and directed it toward the loop in the rope. He met no resistance from her. Whatever her face was telling him, her body was still his to command, and she knew it.
The pulley drew her arm up, locking her elbow straight above her head.
“Part your legs,” he said.
More negative ambivalence spread across her face. But her legs spread an appropriate distance apart. Kriss reached down and activated the floor panel. Two coils of rope snaked their way around her ankles and anchored her to the spot on the floor.
Kriss fetched the zapper—an innocuous-looking device with a smooth handle and a thin rod that measured no longer than his arm. She gazed at it with wide open eyes.
“A cane?”
Jago had no clue what she meant by that word. “It’s used to administer a sting line. It’s self-regulating.”
“What does that mean?” When Kriss moved forward to conduct an assessment, she leaned away from it.
“Keep still,” Kriss said impatiently. “Remember your free hand must agitate your nub and make it come again.”
“There is no way I can orgasm strung up like this.” She glared at him for a second before turning her head toward Jago. “Please, sir. I’m not lying. This isn’t natural for me.”
Jago rubbed his chin. He was torn between complying with her wish and doing what his rock-hard cock wanted. Like Kriss, the sight of a real woman coming, the gush of essence and plume of heat around her throat, which no droid could ever mimic properly, was addictive.
“Put the zapper on a low setting,” he told Kriss. “Highest level of feedback, too.”
Kriss shrugged his disappointment and carried out the order—brothers they might be, but Jago outranked him militarily.
“Feedback,” she stuttered, swaying her body away from the tip of the zapper.
“Yes. Clever thing. It has sensors along its length and it will determine the most suitable quantity of pain to deliver to your ass. It can deliver multiple zaps in succession, each tailored to your responses. The purpose is to ensure your skin is left intact—can you imagine Kriss here, armed with a stick, lashing your behind with his thick muscles? He might mark you permanently, and unintentionally. This way is controlled.”
She eyed the zapper. “I think I would prefer the other way, on the floor,” she said. “Machines go wrong.”
He laughed. “You must have faith in the apparatus.”
Kriss stood next to her, allowing himself the privilege of seeing both her front and back. He slowly positioned the zapper, choosing to place it across the middle part of her bottom. She flinched.
“It’s reading.” He waited. “Intensity two.” He pulled a face. “I was expecting one.”
“Which is worse, one or two?” she asked, trying to stand on tiptoes.
“It goes up to ten. So you’re not going to be tested too hard,” Jago replied. He moved to stand in front of her and tipped up her chin. Her lips continued to tremble, and her breathing was labored and fast. He captured her spare hand in his and lowered it, making sure she followed his direction.
“Here, Shayla.” He tapped her fingers against her slit. Slowly, he drew her hand up and her fingers trailed behind, dipping between her wet folds, still dripping from her last orgasm. “There, yes?”
She gasped. “Yes.”
“You can do this,” he said quietly. “I think you want to do this. You need the orgasm, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“It calls to you.” He maintained his grip on her wrist, but the second time he angled her hand down, she molded her fingers into the folds of her sex and used the tips to seek out her clitoris.
Jago nodded at Kriss.
She screeched. Kriss had activated a sequence, probably one that grew in intensity from zero to two, the maximum it would inflict until she learned to take more. Her breasts jiggled right in front of him and to his delight, she rubbed her clit. He let go of her wrist. She didn’t need his help.
Kriss lowered the zapper a fraction, resting it against her skin, and the device assessed a fresh area. She rocked onto her toes, her raised arm tensing in anticipation.
Jago couldn’t resist testing her mettle. “Ask to be punished, Shayla.”
“Please,” she said simply, her tongue seemingly tied into knots.
Kriss activated the zapper and she yelped in quick succession. Jago inspected her ass. Two faint lines, hardly a weal and likely to vanish by the end of the day. She probably could take much more if her mind allowed her body to relinquish control.
“Keep going,” she urged amongst her moans. “Oh, please, help me.” She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Between her glistening thighs, her hand continued to circle its prey.
Kriss realigned the zapper and the rod sparkled, sending out another stream of static. She danced on her feet.
The orgasm was abrupt, too soon in its arrival. In the space of minutes she had gone from unable, or unwilling, to desperate. Her knees buckled beneath her and she sagged. The tips of her fingers parted to reveal the entertained bud, flushed with blood and shiny with the nectar coated on her hand. Everything was natural, all of her own making.
Kriss whistled. “She’s so perfectly wet. We should fuck her.”
Jago gazed at her bosom. It rose and fell rapidly, and she parted her lips, releasing a low sigh of completion. Gradually, her muscles ceased tormenting her with their spasms and she fell silent.
“No,” he said softly.
Kriss deactivated the zapper. “She took about fifty zaps at level two,” he remarked. “Just think if we raised the level—”
“From now on we should punish her with our hands.”
“Why?”
Jago reached to her bound wrist and released it. She flopped forward into her arms. “Untie her legs.”
Kriss knelt and removed the ropes from her ankles.
“Why? Because we still don’t know her limits.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her to a pile of cushions. “Rest there,” he said to her.
Her eyelids fluttered. “That was amazing,” she whispered.
Behind him, Kriss was tidying away the ropes. He doubted her words had reached his ears—Kriss lacked Jago’s enhancement.
“Watching you was truly special. Thank you,” he replied, equally quiet.
“Would you make love to me?” She rolled onto her side, removing the pressure from her sore bottom.
“I said we wouldn’t fuck you. I don’t want to harm you in this weakened state. You are too delicate.”
She propped herself on her elbow and stared right into his eyes. “I wasn’t asking for a fuck. I want you to make love to me.”
He stroked the back of his hand down her rosy cheeks. “I can’t... I don’t know...” How could he explain? “My love is for the queen. She has my heart.”
“Oh.” The little sound of disappointment touched him. She hadn’t been told how nestors were raised to worship their queens.
“But, she gave birth to you... I mean she made you. You love her as a son, don’t you? So why can’t you make love to me?”
Kriss poured himself a drink of water and held up a glass to Jago. “Water?” He beamed, delighted with himself. Kriss was easily pleased.
“The Odesta queen is not my mother.” Jago rose to his feet. “Go to sleep.” He walked away from her and accepted the glass, tossing the water down his throat.
“What is it?” Kriss asked. “What has she done to you?”
“Nothing,” he growled. “She’s confused.”
“So am I. You’ve taken a simple punishment and com
plicated it. Why not zap her another time? Why let her rest when our cocks are so hard? Soon, it will be the Hunger and we have done little to test her.”
“There is time,” Jago said, glancing to where she lay in the cushions, asleep, he hoped.
Kriss scoffed. “You have something going on in that head of yours. You forget she is here to serve us.”
“I have not forgotten.” He turned back to Kriss and thumbed his arm. “She’s ours, absolutely. We’ll fuck her when she wakes.”
“I’m going to bathe.” Kriss deposited his glass on the surface.
Alone with the girl, Jago pressed his palms to his throbbing temples. What was the matter with him? Why couldn’t he be like Kriss and keep detached from his emotions? He envied his cool-headed brother and hoped she wouldn’t drive a wedge between them. They were supposed to share everything.
Chapter Six
The light of three moons bounced off the lake through the window and onto Kriss’s sleeping face. One of his legs was propped up on a heap of pillows, his arms were tossed out to his sides and his head lolled precariously on the edge of a cushion. Almost ungainly in his sleep, he redeemed himself due to the pervasive nature of his cock. Although not fully engorged, even in his slumber he held onto a decent erection. The purple veins glowed in the shallow darkness, highlighting his girth, which rested against his thigh. Another sleeping beast waiting to wake. She considered it a pity that Kriss’s nature wasn’t as mellow as Jago’s. On the other hand, she was drawn to him in a way that was uncomfortable to accept; he stoked her into a hot mess whenever he disciplined her.
Shayla carefully rotated her body, turning away from Kriss, and came face to face with two shiny eyes. She jumped—he was barely a hand’s width away from her nose.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Jago said.
She glanced over her shoulder. Kriss hadn’t moved.
Jago brushed a loose strand of hair out of her eyes. “He won’t wake. He doesn’t have my hearing. And he likes his sleep.”
“Your hearing?” If she was banned from touching the oracle, maybe Jago would explain things to her. “What do you mean?”
He leaned on his elbow and looked down at her. Just like Kriss, he maintained a semi-erect cock. “I like watching you sleep. You breathe so gently, like the breeze in the camastra trees of Hinom.”
Poetry wasn’t something she expected from Hezarans. “You can hear the trees outside?”
He cocked his head. “Not tonight. They stand like statues.”
“What else can you hear?”
“Your heartbeat. It quickens when I talk.”
He had her at a disadvantage with such an ability. “Is this common in nestors?”
He shook his head and settled back down, lying on his back. “For a few. It depends on what is enhanced.”
“You mentioned that before—enhancement. Kriss’s tongue? Was he born that way?”
Jago laughed. “Born? We are not born, Shayla, remember? We are hatched. The incubators bear us until that day comes. We thrive in their cocoons, their nourishment.”
She couldn’t imagine it; were they like pods lined up in rows or gathered in circles? Children—always boys—waiting to breathe, to walk and talk. “How long do you stay in incubators?”
“Until we can fend for ourselves. We hatched—Kriss and I—on the same day, which is why we are designated brothers. Then we train, build strength and purpose.”
“And your purpose?”
Jago tucked his hands behind his head and lifted his chin. Clearly his purpose gave him great pride. “I guard the queen. She is my beloved. My seed is for her and gives life to new nestors.”
“I don’t understand, the queen isn’t your mother?”
“No. She is on another world. Once we hatch, we are moved. Nestors do not stay where they hatch. We must hunger for another queen and give her our seed.”
“Oh,” Shayla enunciated slowly. “So you and Kriss are half-brothers, reared together and share half of your genetic makeup. I see.”
“Except for the enhancements. Those are different. They are given to us before the seed is fused.”
She suspected he meant fertilized. “You have enhanced hearing and Kriss has a big tongue.” She pursed her lips. “What is that good for?”
“Tasting the air.” Jago wafted his hand across the space between them. “For toxins, bad things that might be released. His tongue is like an antenna for such things. While I listen for danger, he licks the air and recognizes any poisons. We protect the queen. The Beasts would love to take our queens in retribution.”
“You’re genetically enhanced. Wow. That’s amazing. And it all happens before you’re hatched?”
He nodded. “So, we share many things, but ultimately, we are individually crafted. You do not undergo such transformations?” He turned to face her.
“Er, no. Genetically modifying a human before birth would be frowned upon, unless it’s to prevent an incurable disease. We take what we are given by our parents.” Which in her case meant brains from her father and what from her mother? She never really knew her mom. “Do you mind that you are designed?”
He shrugged. “Why would I?”
“Hezarans have incredible capabilities.”
“Indeed,” he said proudly.
“So, why not engineer more females?” The question seemed innocent enough.
Jago stiffened. He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut.
“You have so few females naturally, I assume given the ratio, why not create more artificially? Also, can’t you interbreed with other species—”
“Hush.” He pressed his finger to her lip. “Kriss stirs.”
She lay back. All she heard was Kriss’s slow exhales. “He’s—”
“No more questions.” He loomed over her, his face cast into the shadows.
She snatched a breath. His cock was resting on her hipbone. It twitched and extended itself. Seconds zoomed past and in that brief moment, Jago shifted, planted his hands on either side of her head and knocked her legs apart with his knees.
When he lowered his mouth, her lips were ready to receive his kiss. His tongue darted into her mouth and she tasted something like buttermilk. He thrust forward, penetrating her. Wrapping her arms around him, she embraced him and clung on, yielding to his thickening cock. By the time she was fully occupied, he had achieved the same girth as her wrist. She smothered a cry. The pinch of pain was extraordinary and gone in a flash.
She expected a pounding momentum, but it never came. Jago rocked back and forth, dipping his erection in her core with an easy sway of his hips. She hooked her legs around the back of his thighs and enjoyed the pleasure of his chest gliding over her tender nipples before he rose high above her head. He remained high above her diminutive body, which was nestled under his and trapped there. There was nowhere to move, no escape.
Was it lovemaking? Not by her definition. He cared little for caresses or kisses, but he wasn’t pounding her or forcing his cock so deep inside she feared she might burst asunder. They were in a between place, hopefully one that would transition him to where she would like to go. The irony of the situation—she might not be in control, but she was determined to educate her nestors, or at least one of them, into the ways of humans. No more treating her like a machine. If they understood her feelings, they might help her in other ways. Her future depended on Jago. If she submitted herself to him fully, she might not need the oracle to find her answers. He would provide them and in return, she’d offer him everything he desired.
She lifted her pelvis in time to meet his dip and hung her arms around his sinewy neck.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured. The orgasm was there, waiting for execution. “Please, may I come?” she asked sweetly.
“Yes,” he groaned.
She clenched, threw back her head, and pressed her lips together to halt the scream that wanted out. The ripples of the heart-stopping orgasm triggered his mediocre orgasm. He stilled, enjoy
ing his minor climax with a low gasp of surprise.
“Why, that was welcome,” he said, before extracting his purple-lined cock from her pussy. He flopped next to her, grinning from ear to ear. “Fuck, I can’t wait for the Hunger. Girl, you are going to make us explode.”
“Really?” she said, curling under his outstretched arm.
He coiled it around her shoulders, giving her his warm body.
“Yes.” He looked over at the dormant Kriss. “He’ll need you more than I. He just has to...”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Jago closed his eyes.
Shayla couldn’t sleep. What did Kriss just have to do? Jago had answered plenty of her questions, but many remained unanswered. Kriss was one. The other was the lack of females. Jago had not liked that question one bit.
Chapter Seven
Kriss yawned and forced his heavy eyelids to open. He twisted onto his knees and nearly collided with the sleeping couple. Shayla was in Jago’s arms, her body glued to his with one of her legs resting on top of his thighs. His cock, just like Kriss’s, was bolt upright and on display. He licked the air with his darting tongue and tasted a familiar flavor. Kriss had no doubt that Jago had fucked her in the night.
He rocked back on his haunches. Jealousy was a terrible reaction, but that was exactly what burned inside of him. He clenched his fists and pressed one to his mouth, coiling his tongue back inside. What was wrong with him? Why could he not feel joy at his discovery, knowing that his heart twin was happy?
They were drifting apart, and he wanted to blame the girl, but that wasn’t fair. The situation was due to his assumptions, his narrow view of the woman in their midst and how she should behave and react to their demands. In the weeks before her arrival, he’d dreamt about the things he wanted to do to her; things that should fill his appetite for sex and then take him far beyond to darker places. Those selfish dreams were based on his experiences with sexdroids, the ones that he had programmed to take his cock hard and fast. He liked the feisty ones that answered back or attempted to wriggle free. He punished them and they thanked him on their knees. Jago went along for his sake, because brothers shared everything, didn’t they? While Kriss pushed the droids into position, Jago handed him the ropes and zapper, and when he sank his cock into the narrow hole of the droid’s copious ass, Jago watched, rather than joined in. What Jago preferred was their mouths and lots of sensory stimulation.