After many fits and starts, rewrites, and serial raging against my inability to hit even generous (self-imposed) deadlines… the damned book is finally done.
96K+ words later.Despite all this, I love the book, and I’m proud of how it turned out. I won’t go on and on about this, other than to say, if you loved Taking The Human, this one is going to be for you.
And this novel even has my first ever virgin heroine. So there’s that:)
(Scroll down after the particulars for an extended excerpt)
Hope you enjoy!
Being abducted by an 8 foot tall alien was either the worst thing to ever happen to young Rose… or it was her one last chance at finding forever…Rose had always dreamed of finding the “one.” But she’d never dreamed he’d find her first — and promptly spirit her away from everything she’d ever known. Alone, adrift, and seemingly lost on Earth, the young woman had exchanged a life of youthful rebelliousness for a life of strict, trained obedience, painful consequences, and the dark depths of pleasure unlike any she’d ever imagined. But there was a small problem: she hadn’t chosen that exchange. The muscled, glowering, Alpha male from another planet had chosen it for her — whether she wanted it or not.
The dazzling red-headed beauty with the spitfire personality and the dramatic curves to match was a danger to Lieutenant Kosha, an officer of the Yaanfahr Survey Corps assigned to observe the emerging human civilization on the planet Terra. But the female in question wasn’t any sort of physical danger — it was because the alluring human female was irresistible. Especially this one. Though he’d risen fast in the ranks by following the rules, by excelling at his job, the power of Rose’s beauty called to him to do something else entirely. To break those rules — and to break her utterly to his will.
Lieutenant Kosha entertained more than ambitions for making the rank of Admiral in the Yaanfahri navy someday. No, he entertained far… darker desires too. And those desires would be realized courtesy of the little buxom beauty stowed securely away in the hold of his ship. He’d always wanted a well-trained, well-disciplined creature he could call his own. His plaything, his possession. Rose’s luscious body would fit the bill quite nicely indeed, the canvas upon which he would paint the realization of his most deep-seated, twisted fantasies.
Did he dare take her for himself? Train her, mold her, and transform her into the perfect human pet? Or would crossing that line change more than the voluptuous human captive? What if it changed his heart as well?
Publisher’s Warning: This dark science fiction steamy romance is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!
This novel contains the following themes or activities: pervasive M/s, capture fantasy, intense and explicit sex, spanking, anal play, pet play, humiliation, objectification, and other acts of (very) unequal power dynamics. If any of these might be offensive to you, please do not buy or read this book.
You have been warned…
Word Count: 96,418 words
What’s on Tap Next?
At this point, the schedule for the balance of 2017 is starting to come together. Yay?
Next up, in late September, will be Book IV in the Valley of Surrender series, Beautiful Possession. This erotic romantic suspense novel is currently on preorder at most non-Amazon retailers. (Sorry Kindle readers: due to the vagaries of how Amazon handles preorder sales, there won’t be a preorder on Kindle for this one.)
In October, the full-length version of Tamara’s Choice, a “side-story” in the Dominion Trust world, will be released. For those of you who read the novella version, you may want to check out the full-length too, as its going to be about 300% longer…
As for November and December, there are some exciting things brewing. I look forward to sharing those once things get more fully nailed down, but I think you’ll be pleased:)
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When they reentered the room, they found her staring straight up, the straps across her body making her flesh bulge slightly in places. Kosha couldn’t help but stare at the way the pubic hair between her legs looked against the strap that was cinching down tightly over her hips. He wanted to run his fingers through it.
He wanted to do so much more.
She looked at them when they walked in, her frantic gaze slipping from one to the other, then back again. Her lips were red and swollen. He imagined her chewing them feverishly while she waited, alone on her exam table, dreading — and yet, needing — their return.
Torval tapped him on the shoulder. “Secure her legs for me. The stirrups should be fine. We’ll put her in the analyzer unit afterward.” Rose’s eyes went wide at that, and it was then that Kosha realized Torval had turned off his translator. Kosha turned his off too.
The sound of her voice suddenly chirping in one of the humans’ many strange languages never ceased to amaze him. She spoke in rapid fire high-pitched tones, and for a moment he wished he could understand it without a translator. He found it fascinating to listen to her, a language so unlike their own, at once considerably simpler, even primitive compared to Yaanfahri, and still in its own way, utterly alien.
As Kosha laid his hand on her thigh, she tensed, the muscles beneath his palm trembling. Her gaze locked with his as he undid the straps holding down her lower limbs. Slowly, he eased her legs apart. At first, she resisted, but Kosha tapped her on the inside of her thigh, merely humming at her, urging her to obey, inside hoping she might decide not to.
Fortunately, she chose the wiser of the two options, allowing him to splay her thighs wide until they were split apart like a wishbone. Her sex — red, swollen, and moist — was displayed blatantly between her thighs and this time, he could no longer resist touching it, testing those soft curls, the silkiness of her pubic hair, the wiry tactile sensation against his fingertips something he knew he would never tire of. Her scent was strong already. It was clear her body knew what was about it happen, even if her mind might not.
The doctor gathered several instruments, laying them on a white cloth-draped tray, setting it atop a tall, thin table next to where Rose lay. She watched him intently as he worked, Kosha stroking her thighs slowly to soothe her, savoring every inch of her flesh, marveling anew at the smoothness of her skin, the softness, the alluring vulnerability, the sweet trepidation rolling off his helpless captive in waves. Her breasts heaved with her quick breathing, her belly drawing in and out below her rib cage with each breath. He traced the inviting whorl of her navel, testing it with his fingertip, the trim muscles of her abdomen vibrating with his touch.
Torval cleared his throat, and Kosha found the man watching him intently as if his exploration of the bound girl’s body was needlessly delaying Torval’s important work.
Kosha shook his head, giving the man a slight grin. “Apologies. Please proceed, doctor.”
Torval’s finger pointed at the suspended stirrup apparatus. “Those are way too big for her, but if you lower them down enough, they should work. You may have to cinch them around her lower legs rather than at her ankles though.”
Kosha made quick work of them, her legs forced as wide as they could go, revealing all to his gaze. Her face burned a deep crimson as he secured the last cuff, drawing her feet high into the air.
“It’s okay, girl,” Kosha murmured, patting her hip, loving the fact that she couldn’t understand him. He didn’t know why her confusion only increased his arousal.
It was one of those things he decided not to question. He’d just go with it, enjoy it.
Torval drew back the white cloth, revealing several instruments, most of which Kosha had never seen before, not having experience with gynecological exams. The doctor’s voice was matter-of-fact, clinical, cool.
“First we need a general exam of her muscle tone, look for any injuries, then we’ll do a pelvic scan of her. Human anatomy is almost identical to ours, just on a smaller scale, so all of the instruments should work. For someone of her size, however, they may be slightly… uncomfortable.”
Kosha smirked. “She’ll live.”
His finger tapping at his collarbone, Torval sat down next to the table, touching Rose’s arm. “Now, we’re just going to have a look at you. Some of the things we do, you may like; some of them, you certainly will not like. But it’s very important that you remain relaxed, no matter what. We’ll try not to hurt you though. Do you understand?”
She nodded frantically. “Okay,” she said, her voice thin, reedy. “Just … please don’t hurt me.”
Torval’s hands smoothed over her shoulder. “You’ll be just fine. Just going to have a look at you. Lay back and relax.” His long finger tapped at his collarbone again, translator turned off once more. “She’s extremely nervous, very tense. It’s going to make her pelvic more uncomfortable for her.”
Kosha shrugged. “Any suggestions?”
Torval scratched his chin. “I might have one, but it’s not exactly… appropriate.”
“Do you think any of this is appropriate?” Kosha said, raising his eyebrows.
Retrieving the first instrument from the tray, a small metallic palm-sized machine, the doctor ran it over the girl’s chest back and forth, then laying it against her temple and down low at the juncture of thigh and hip. “Blood flow is good, nerve conduction is quite healthy. She’s nervous, but she’s in fine shape.”
“Nice to be young,” Kosha murmured.
“And beautiful.” Torval laid the unit back on the tray, and he retrieved the first of two phalluses, a light at the tip sparkling an alternating green and blue color.
“What the hell is that used for?”
“This the vaginal evaluation unit.” Torval flicked it on, and the faintest hum could be felt on the air. “It’s a transducer, with a very sensitive visual and IFR scanner. I usually only use this for advanced pregnancies. But it gives us a good visual of the inside of her pelvis, so I think it’s probably a good idea.”
Kosha rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just do what you have to do.”
Torval took Kosha’s place at the girl’s legs, her breasts heaving faster now, her pink nipples prominent and hard. She bit her lower lip as she watched them, saying something again in her alien tongue, her voice tight with fright.
The note of her distress only increased the tightness at Kosha’s groin.
Torval’s fingers stroked up one side of her sex, then down the other, spreading each inner lip flat, Torval leaning close to examine them. “Genitals are normal. Everything appears to be healthy.” Then he introduced the probe, the lights disappearing against the wetness of her sex. He touched the hood of her clitoris, smoothing it back slowly.
His cock beginning to harden further, Kosha watched his friend reveal the little red nodule of her clit to their gazes.
Torval touched it gently with his fingers, the girl jerking in her bonds with a bitten off yelp.
Kosha wished those fingers were his.
“Clitoris is rather prominent,” Torval observed. “Even for a human.”
Kosha well knew from his rather detailed perusal of human anatomy that human females — unlike the typical Yaanfahr female — often had quite prominent clits. And Rose’s was particularly so.
He found he loved it.
Amazingly, a smile spreading across Kosha’s face as he watched it, Torval frictioned it until it was crimson, gleaming and swollen even more, the girl squirming under the stricture of her bonds, a plaintive word slipping from her lips, her eyes shut tightly.
“Rather responsive as well,” Torval said. “Not surprising for a human.” He looked up at Kosha. “Lucky you.”
Kosha chuckled softly.
Lucky me, indeed.
The doctor’s big hands smoothed over her belly and he murmured at her, even though they both knew she couldn’t understand a word he said. “We’ll go slow with this,” Torval said. “Her vagina is likely to be extremely tight, especially considering the size difference. These probes weren’t made for openings this small.”
“She’ll manage,” Kosha said. “Look at how wet she is already.”
They could both see it. Whether her excitement was a physical defense or something more, Kosha found he didn’t care; he just knew it was one of the most beautiful — and erotic — things he’d seen in his entire life.
Almost as an afterthought, Torval glanced up at Kosha. “Do you know if she’s been used yet? By Terran men?”
Kosha stared at her as he said it. “No. Untried. I asked her myself.”
Torval’s brow arched then as he looked from Kosha to Rose. “Did you know this when you took her?”
“No… but it wouldn’t have stopped me if I had.”
“Bastard,” Torval muttered.
Kosha knew it wasn’t worth arguing the truth of that statement.
“I’d better check then,” Torval said with a sigh, pulling the probe away. With two fingers, he spread her labia apart, revealing her glistening pink core to their gaze. Easing a long finger inside, she yelped as he probed left and right. He made a small sound as he found what he was apparently looking for.
“She wasn’t lying. Human females who’ve never copulated typically have a vestigial partial barrier within the vagina — they call it a ‘hymen’ in her language. It’s intact. Fortunately for you, it’s not particularly prominent, nor restrictive. Regardless, it’s going to hurt her when you take her. It’s guaranteed to tear. You understand that, don’t you?”
His cock was a steel hard, aching length in his pants.
Torval met his gaze. “You have to be gentle with her the first time. It’s never going to be easy for her. But the first time is liable to be agony, unless you’re very careful.”
“I will be,” Kosha said, his voice suddenly quiet, almost solemn.
Inside, he knew he would do whatever it took to keep it from being too much of a trial for her. He didn’t want her first time to be agony; he wanted her first time to be an experience of discovery, something she would never forget, something he never wanted her to forget.
He would do all he could to make it happen, even if he had to be more patient with her. He was not at all known for his patience, but for her, he’d find a way.
But there was one thing he knew, without a doubt, as he looked down upon his bound, frightened charge — he would take her, and very thoroughly indeed, whether it hurt her or not.
Knowing he was to be her first… spoke to something ancient, and primitive, and dark within him.
Torval patted her thigh, placing the probe against her sex again, this time easing it inside of her. She tensed, the tendons at the insides of her thighs standing out stark as he pushed in deep. “It’s okay, girl. It’s okay,” Torval said, stroking her leg. “Just need to get a good image here.”
Then it was done and he pulled the now gleaming phallus from her sex, leaving it gaping for a moment before it closed tight once more. Torval’s fingers whirled over the monitor next to him, then he grunted. “Everything is as it should be,” he said. “Vaginal capacity is quite good, despite her petite frame. Fortunately for you, she should be able to take you, though it’s not going to be easy.”
Kosha grinned. It was very good news, indeed.
Torval’s brow arched as he looked up at Kosha. “Now, I’m certain I already know the answer to this question, but I’m going to ask it anyway. Do you plan on using her ass?”
Both men stared at her for a moment as she watched them, intent, her eyes just beginning to brim with tears. He could tell she was confused, frustrated by the fact she couldn’t understand a word they were saying. Kosha liked that fact too.
“I guess what I want to know from you, doctor, is if I can use her ass. Because if I can, I will.”
Torval’s long fingers plucked up the second phallus. This one was longer, but thinner. “Normally, we only use these for physical examinations for cases of suspected injury or lesions, not for gynecological examinations. But this should work.”
Torval pointed up at Rose’s feet. “Hit that button there at the base of the stirrups. We need to get her feet out of the way. Want to get her in a better position.”
Kosha pressed the button and Rose’s feet were drawn back toward her head. She grunted as her hamstrings stood out taut, trembling at the backs of her thighs. The position, if anything, exposed her even more fully to their gaze, spreading everything wide, drawing her hips slightly up from the exam table.
Kosha stroked her thigh softly as he watched the doctor lubricate the phallus, the sounds of his hands spreading the clear gel over the metal making Rose blush. She knew what was going to happen. And she knew nothing she said would stop them from doing it.
Something else Kosha liked.
Then Torval’s thick thumb spread gleaming lubricant over the cringing brown whorl of Rose’s anus, and once again, Kosha wished those were his own fingers at work.
In time. Patience.
Then Torval took up the slender instrument again, laying a hand on her belly. “Just relax, girl. We need you to be very still for this.”
Once again, Kosha wondered why Torval spoke to her as if she could understand him — but then he realized it was the soothing tone of the doctor’s voice, not the actual words that mattered.
The instrument may have been slender, but it was, again, made for Yaanfahr anatomy, considerably larger than the petite human female’s frame. But he knew they’d make it work.
Rose tensed, jerking in her stirrups as the metal was pressed to her anus. “Shhh now,” Torval murmured, “Just push down. Just relax. That’s it. There we go.”
Rose let out a low keening whine as Torval pressed the instrument to her opening. He pulled it away and spread more lubricant upon her hole, then just as quickly, the probe was pressed back to her body.
Kosha’s cock was aching as he watched it, as Torval pushed gently, but insistently against her. Both of her thighs were taut now with the tension. All three of them knew she couldn’t resist forever. All three of them knew she’d be better off simply submitting to this.
Yet none of them knew if she actually would.
Torval used the tip of the instrument to stroke round patterns upon her anus, keeping it pressed to her the entire time, letting her know that no matter what happened, they wouldn’t stop until she had taken it inside her body.
“There we go. Push down for me,” Torval said.
Kosha was surprised when he saw Torval taking advantage of the incredibly open and blatant display of everything she held private, slicking back the hood of her clitoris, stroking and rubbing around that nodule, murmuring to her wordless sounds, soothing, as if he could convince her to acquiesce to this, to submit to this, just by the mere tone of his voice.
Bedside manner, indeed.
Soon enough, her hips began to rise, then buck as Torval worked her gently, slowly, but inexorably. She bit her lip, her eyes blinking rapidly as he continued to stroke her. Round and round that slick fingertip went until her clit was standing up hard, red, swollen, all the while the instrument was pressed to her anus. Then finally she let out a sharp yelp, Kosha’s pleased sound accompanying the ring of muscle widening to take in the very tip of the instrument.
“There we go. Just like that. There we go,” Torval said, his voice almost a whisper, his fingers continuing to friction the poor girl’s clit.
Her sex was now glistening with her juices and Kosha wondered if that knowledge only heightened her humiliation, the fact that her sex betrayed her so under the gentle ministration of the doctor’s fingertips. She closed her eyes tight, gritting her teeth.
Torval gently slapped her belly. “No. Just relax. Relax.” He stroked her belly in a slow circle. “Let it come. There we go.”
And then it was in. It was only a few inches at first, but Kosha watched, rapt, each second an eternity, not sure whether he should look at her blushing face or the incredibly erotic sight of her anus spreading wide, the muscle stretched to a thin pink ring around the metal invader.
Torval advanced it deeper, flicking a switch at its base that had the pinioned girl moaning.
“It’s all right now, just the scan starting. Only a little vibration.”
Torval continued to gently friction the girl’s glistening, erect clit. He smirked up at Kosha.
“Part of her isn’t objecting too much.”
He wasn’t sure how long Torval had the probe inside her; it could have been thirty seconds, it could have been five minutes. Kosha wasn’t sure, but finally, Torval made a soft sound and Rose sighed, her body sagging in her bonds as the probe was drawn from her body. Torval’s fingertip tested the gaping anus for a moment and then it tightened suddenly, that dark opening closing up once again.
Her thighs trembled heavily now, her toes writhing, her hands pulling on the straps that held her wrists tight to the table. Those sweet, round breasts still heaved, the long, pink nipples still very, very hard. It was confusing both to him and no doubt to her. He marveled at the possibility that she was actually aroused by at least some of this, but he wondered how much of it was simply a defense mechanism, a surrendering to something which she knew she could not fight.
But Torval wasn’t done. Once again, his fingers whirled upon the screen next to her. “You may have a problem using her in this way, at least initially. Internal capacity is very good — and as you saw, she’s quite responsive — but it’s going to be more of a trial for her. She’ll need to be trained.”
Kosha wasn’t surprised to hear this. In fact, he’d expected it.
“Do you have trainers, or do I have to find someone who does?”
He hadn’t the faintest idea where he might begin a search for anal dilators or plugs that were intended for the more diminutive anatomy of humans.
Torval shook his head slowly, his lips twisting into a weary smile. “I… may have something that will work.”
“There’s my doctor,” Kosha said. “Always prepared.”
He watched in aroused silence as Torval continued the examination, his fingers coursing over every inch of the girl’s body, testing her muscle tone, her reactions, her reflexes. She even giggled when Torval played between the toes of her small, slender feet.
Then in a flash, the doctor undid all of her restraints, helping her from the table until she was standing between the two of them again. Their towering size was only emphasized by the fact she was naked, and they remained clothed.
Her bright eyes darted from one man to the other. She no longer tried to cover her breasts, or her sex. She must have known now that they would look upon her whenever they chose — and that her resistance was utterly useless.
“Just a few more things to check,” Torval said. “Then you can take her home.”
Next, the doctor had her enter another clear enclosure like the one Kosha had used on the ship. He assumed it was another analyzer or a mapping unit, but he’d never seen one inside a doctor’s office before.
As if Torval could hear the question floating in Kosha’s head, he pointed at the glass. “Normally, we only use the analyzer when we think there is systemic illness — cancer or the like. But for her, we’re just going to use it as an imager. We can get a much better idea of her anatomy — and her current health — if we can get a full scan.”
Much like the imager on the Vidu Rei, multiple colored beams coursed over Rose’s form and she stood utterly still, her eyes closed tight. It seemed she remembered her examination on the ship as well.
He wondered what kind of memory it was — if it was pleasant or terrifying.
Are you an idiot? Of course it was terrifying! Would you find it pleasant after being abducted by a hulking alien, taken from your planet, stripped of your clothing, and scanned like a lab rat?
For a moment, the thought disquieted him, but he discarded it just as quickly. She was only a human.
Torval examined her eyes, her ears, made her open her mouth wide, shining a light deep into her mouth. He took blood and saliva samples, even a lock of her hair. And amazingly, she stood still and quiet for all of it, occasionally looking at Kosha, mostly watching the doctor as if at any moment he might produce a giant knife and slice her in half.
“One more to go, my dear,” Torval muttered, ushering her over to the scales. “Now, I want you to stand right here.” It was a broad steel plate perhaps half a foot off the floor. Another platform stood directly next to it, the smooth metal of its upper surface gleaming. The doctor adjusted its height until it was roughly chest height on the girl.
Torval met Kosha’s gaze. “I want you to hold her for me.”
“Hold her? Why?” But Kosha was already walking toward them.
“Keep her still. She’s not going to like this at first. It’s going to scare her.”
Kosha’s cock was even harder at the prospect.
Before she could react, Kosha had pinned both of her arms behind her back, taking a fistful of her hair and using it to hold her head immobile.
He murmured at her ear, “Don’t move.”
She couldn’t speak his language, of course, but the meaning was clear enough. She went stock still at his order.
Carefully, almost delicately, Torval scooped up each of her heavy breasts and laid them one by one atop the metal surface of the higher platform.
She drew a sharp breath as he did it.
“Push her closer,” Torval said. “Closer.”
Kosha had her pinned against the taller platform now, her belly flat against its side, her breasts ballooning upon the top of it, white, soft, vulnerable, those pink nipples still so hard. He wanted to pinch them, suck them, make her cry.
Then Torval brought down another strange machine, a smooth metallic box with a small, clear lensed aperture on one side. It was mounted on an armature extending from the ceiling, allowing Torval to swing it down. He aimed the aperture at her breasts, then a faint whine and two clicks sounded. Green and red light coursed over her flesh, dancing then stilling, then dancing again in patterns across her skin. The visual effect rendered her nipples and wide areola even darker, more striking.
Kosha found he quite liked the effect.
She blurted out something in her strange tongue then looked away, a single, glistening tear coursing down her reddened face.
“It tends to heat up the site being scanned.” Torval touched the hair at her temple. “She should be able to tolerate it though.”
“What’s this checking for?” Kosha said.
“Want to get a good image of her ducts, along with the productive capacity of the glands.”
“I need to determine her suitability for lactation.”
Kosha was so stunned his mouth dropped open. “Why would she be… lactating? It’s not as if she’s going to be pregnant here. Yaanfahr-human couplings aren’t fertile. We all know that.”
Torval gave him a long flinty look that made him think there was a lot more to this than the doctor was letting on. Then Torval shook his head slowly. “Human females don’t need to be pregnant to lactate.”
“What makes you think I’d want her to be lactating?”
“Like I said, you’re not the first I’ve… assisted with this sort of problem.”
Then it dawned on Kosha, if anything, his cock aching even more at the idea. His mind was already whirling, examining it, trying it on for size — and finding it intrigued him very much indeed.
He would never have even thought of the idea, but as soon as Torval mentioned it, it was as if Kosha had always wondered about it, as if he’d always known in the back of his mind it would be something else he would enjoy trying.
As he looked at Rose’s pale, vulnerable breasts mounted upon that metal platform, he found he was already eager to investigate it. Thoroughly.
“What are you doing now?”
The doctor didn’t look up as he answered. “Weighing her breasts. Helps us calculate her volume — if you decide to explore that avenue.”
“I intend to explore all avenues with her,” Kosha said, even though he wasn’t sure he knew precisely what Torval was driving at. “But that reminds of something. What, ah, what can I do with her?”
“I’d have thought you’d have a list of to-dos as long as your arm already. Did you have something in mind?” Torval’s fingers plucked at each of the girl’s nipples in turn, Rose hissing as they were pinched into even more blatant prominence. Then the scanning machine was lowered further, aimed now directly from the front, the light caressing and outlining those nipples.
“I’d like to pierce her.”
“At least.” Kosha swallowed heavily, adjusting the steel bar of his erection imprisoned in his pants.
“Certainly. Probably the clitoris could be as well, with its prominence. Some prefer it through the hood though.”
“Where else?” Kosha’s voice was thick with his growing arousal.
“You have been thinking about this!” Torval said with a sly grin. The doctor stroked his chin as he watched the play of dazzling light across the alluring curves of the girl’s breasts. “Labia, easily. Hers are quite plump and would heal easily, I think. Tongue, lips, and navel are sometimes done as well.”
Kosha had a lump in his throat so big it was painful now. But he pressed on.
“What if I wish to decorate her? Her skin, I mean.”
Torval waved a hand at him. “You can let go of her hair now, though you might want to keep her arms pinned — just in case.”
Kosha let those silky locks free, smoothing a palm over them to a confused soft murmur from the frightened girl. He thought he could happily stroke her hair for the rest of his days.
“Hmm, decorate her. The humans call it ‘tattooing,’ don’t they? Strange word.” Torval pointed at her. “I don’t see any reason why not. We have med units that can remove it, if you decide it doesn’t come out the way you’d like. The procedure wouldn’t be pleasant for her, in any event.” Torval met his gaze, his dark eyes flashing conspiratorially. “But then that’s part of the appeal for you, is it not?”
Kosha ignored the implication, and not only because it was largely true. “What about branding?”
Torval frowned then, staring at the girl.
Her wide eyes studied the doctor intently, the air suddenly heavy with a new tension.
“While it could be done without undue harm, but that would leave more or less permanent marks on the girl, no?”
“In my medical opinion, no, that’s not something I’d recommend. Unfortunately though — as you’ll likely find out — there are some others who aren’t as averse to… the more extreme practices.”
Kosha set that aside for the moment, conflicted about his feelings on it. He couldn’t deny that there was a dark thrill at the prospect of all of it. But for the time being, he agreed with Torval’s assessment, relieved that their views on these rather fraught subjects appeared to be well-aligned.
“Once I’ve… you know…”
“Taken her?” Torval raised a brow, clearly unwilling to spare Kosha from plain talk about what he planned to do with his little captive.
“Yes. After that first time — any restrictions?”
“As I said, you won’t be able to use her anus until she’s been well-trained. And it’s not going to be easy for her either, even then.”
She looked over her shoulder at Kosha at that moment, meeting his gaze, and he couldn’t help but softly stroke her fiery red tresses. His little prisoner was incomparably beautiful.
Torval continued. “Other than that, no restrictions. The vagina can be used normally — other than the fact you must continue to be careful with her. Even once broken in to copulation with a Yaanfahri, the size difference will always be a factor. If you lose control, you still risk hurting her.”
Kosha admittedly enjoyed rather rough sex, and felt a tiny bit of regret that he couldn’t enjoy it to the fullest with his captive — when the time came.
But perhaps, with patience and training, she could exceed even Torval’s expectations. Doctors didn’t know everything, after all.
“That’s it then,” Torval said, finally. “All done, girl.” He gently scooped up her breasts and drew them off the scale, Kosha still keeping her arms pinned behind her back, loving the way he had pinioned her, making her helpless to another man’s touch.
That’s quite the change, Kosha. Still think you want to keep her all to yourself?
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