His Captive Mate (4 page)

“What are you doing to me?!” she cried, writhing on his lap in an attempt to escape his grip. His large, firm hand kept her in place.

His answer came when the first few swats had landed on her round rump. She was powerless to do a thing about it. His grip was like iron.

She’d never felt anything like the heat at each swift spank that landed on her flesh. After each blow, he would cross to her other cheek and Daz’s head swam and spun in pain and confusion. It felt like her rear had begun to swell. Having barely been touched by anyone, certainly not in such an intimate place, she couldn’t understand what was happening.

It was utterly humiliating that this brute was spanking her in broad daylight, in front of the city walls with people watching. But what was even stranger was the way her body was reacting to it. Somewhere through the pain, that same warm feeling had begun to build inside her. The same feeling she’d had when she first saw the tall dark-haired stranger she now knew to be Hawk. She had no idea what it was, though it felt awfully similar to the way she felt when…

The spanking stopped. Hawk stood her in front of him once again. Daz, too shocked to say anything, simply glowered at him as best she could.

“It’s different here, Dazea. Different than where you’re from. You’ll learn, in time.” Hawk stood there, staring at her. A fury started to grow inside Daz at the realization of what had just happened. Her bottom stung now, burning red hot from where Hawk’s large land had landed over and over. Daz clenched her jaw and stared right back at the giant man.

“How dare you lay a hand on me?” she hissed, unable to control the rage filling her any longer.

Hawk didn’t move. Out of the corner of her eye, Daz saw that a crowd had gathered by the massive gates. She wasn’t about to be further humiliated by making a scene. She tore her gaze from his and looked down and to the side. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her nerves frayed by everything that had happened. Though a sob had started to form in her throat, there was no way she was going to give this brute the pleasure of seeing her cry. Breathing deeply, she bit the side of her tongue, the pain of it overwhelming the emotions that were bubbling to the surface.

“Come on,” Hawk said softly, reaching out a hand toward Daz. “You need some rest.”

Rejecting his outstretched hand, Daz put her chin high up in the air and waited for his lead. Hawk smiled slightly, shook his head, and put a gentle hand on her back, guiding her toward the massive gates. As soon as she felt the strength of his palm pressed against her back, the swell of confusing emotions rose inside her. What was she thinking? She was acting like a dirty breeder, enjoying the touch of a man! The other women would be disgusted if they knew. But they didn’t know. They probably never would.

The thought gave Daz permission. Permission to revel in the stranger’s hand on her back. Permission to acknowledge that that wasn’t the only place she felt his strength.

Hawk opened the large door to the clerk’s office and stepped inside. Taking his hat off, he let his eyes adjust to the dim light, then approached the small man sitting behind a makeshift desk.

“Is she here?” Hawk asked quietly. The man behind the desk simply nodded and motioned that Hawk should go through. Hawk returned the nod and stepped through the fabric covering the opening to the room beyond.

The space was cavernous and dimly lit. Hawk scanned it until his eyes came to rest on the small figure at a table. A strange burning odor filled the room, as it usually did, and Hawk tried to breathe through his mouth to avoid smelling too much of it. Not normally the kind of person to wait for anyone, this time Hawk stood quietly by the entrance until the figure turned around.

“Hawk.” The blond-haired, green-eyed woman was just as curvy as she was beautiful and she smiled widely as she walked toward him. As she came closer, she realized there was something different about the man. “Why so serious?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

“Hello, Gana,” Hawk said quietly. Though he wasn’t usually the smiling type, it was difficult not to smile back. Her charm was quite infectious.

“Come, have some tea. Tell me what’s wrong.” Gana waved her hand toward another table where a tea service had been set out. As Hawk sat, she poured the tea slowly into two small cups, then took a seat across from him. “Well? Out with it.”

“Gana…” Hawk began, then paused. He took a sip of tea, unsure of how to say what he was going to say. “Gana, I’ve met my bride.”

Gana took the cup she was sipping from her lips, joy spreading across her face.

“Hawk,” she whispered, putting her cup down. “From a hunt?”

“From a hunt. Just today.”

“You mean she just arrived today?”

Hawk nodded.

“She’s at my house. Sleeping.”

“Alone?” Gana asked, seeming puzzled.

“No. I’ve left a few men with her. She’ll be safe.”

“Well, Hawk, I’m so glad, but if she’s just arrived today she hasn’t been trained. Is she of an easy will?”

Hawk shook his head.

Gana furrowed a brow. “But you think she will submit easily to this? Does she know?”

Hawk looked down at the table before shaking his head again.

“Hawk, how do you know?” Hawk looked up and met Gana’s gaze.

“I just… knew when I saw her for the first time in the forest.”

“Well, if she hasn’t been trained and she just got here, why have you come to me?”

Hawk looked somewhat sheepish. “I thought you could tell me what to do. What must I arrange?”

Gana smiled reassuringly. “Of course. The first thing is to take her to the doctor. He will inspect her. I can come with you and help but he’s become very good in his craft. Of course once she is seen to be healthy and fertile, we’ll have the public breeding, though I suppose if you haven’t trained her yet it’ll just be for show more than anything. I suppose you should take a lesson in how to mate. Though I always think those things are silly. The body knows what to do.”

“A lesson? In mating?”

“The elder council requires it. When she’s ready, come to me. I’ll help. The doctor is first though, that’s most important.” Gana smiled. It was always exciting when a new mate was caught. The Sisters of Tranquility kept quite a good front about how barbaric and backwards men were, but when the women came to know the truth, well, Gana had yet to see one who wanted to go back home.

“Of course,” Hawk said, getting up and extending his hand.

Gana got up with him and shook it. She walked with him to the door. “When you’re ready, come back.”

The interviews with the other girls had gone much better for Zaer than had the one with Jasmine. The others were weak and too scared to have noticed much, though they all said that they had seen Daz in her crash suit. This came as a great consolation to Zaer. There was hope.

Once they’d all bathed, they donned the white robes they wore normally but Zaer did not let them go back to their homes. They would all have to be inspected. Often, during such excitement, things would get broken and she would not have women who were not whole in her ranks. If they were no longer pure, they would have to be sent a level down, perhaps as handmaidens, but possibly so far as below decks.

“Where are we going?” one of the women asked as she led them down another long corridor. Zaer held up a hand for silence and the woman quickly took her place in line and stopped talking. Zaer could sense the nervous energy behind her. When they came to the door of the examination chamber, Zaer held up her hand again.

“You will each wait your turn here. Once each is finished, I will come to get the next. Understood?” Zaer asked, knowing that the women would not ask her to explain again. They all nodded quietly, though each of them stared at the floor nervously. Forcing a smile, Zaer took the first by the hand and led her through the door.

The room inside was expansive enough and curved so that everyone seated could get a good view of the table in the middle of the room. As soon as the girl saw it, Zaer felt her tense and she stood still.

“Relax,” Zaer cooed, “there is nothing to be afraid of. Just a simple examination, like you’ve done before.” But it wasn’t exactly that. The woman stared at the members of the medical council who were assembled in the room, prepared to watch as she was inspected. Zaer felt her tense even more as she realized what it would mean if she wasn’t whole.

It was kept as common knowledge that the women of the upper decks, the ones who went on the hunt, had by far the best life of any of the citizens of Tranquility. Often, in the rare situations where a girl was sent lower, there would be a great mourning, almost as if someone had died.

Zaer, who traversed all the decks regularly, of course knew the truth of it. It wasn’t quite the case. Of course the women in the lower decks had to work a little harder, but they had the handmaidens who cared for them and their lives were just as fulfilling as those up top. It wouldn’t do to let the ones on top know that. Their purpose was to keep their place of privilege so the lower decks had someone to look up to, admire, and respect. Contact between the classes was kept to a minimum.

“Come now,” Zaer whispered to the woman, who had begun to shake slightly. Even if it did turn out that something had ruptured, Zaer would be there for her, to help her through the transition. Reluctantly, the young woman shuffled toward the table in the middle of the room and with Zaer’s help, mounted it. Zaer spread her legs slightly, putting each of her feet into a stirrup, then pulling up the robe to reveal the woman’s carefully shaven pussy.

Her slit was delectable. The creamy skin folded over into perfectly puffy inner lips that made Zaer want to bend down and taste her freshness. The man who had been standing in the corner, waiting, approached and Zaer stepped to one side and held the young woman’s hand. The woman gasped at the sight of a man coming toward her.

“Relax, dear,” Zaer reassured her, “not all men are savages. This one is a trained doctor and just wants a look at you.”

“Has she been cleaned?” the man asked, looking sternly at Zaer.

“She’s been bathed,” Zaer answered. This seemed to satisfy the man and he turned his attention to the young woman spread before him.

“A beautiful slit that is,” the man said as he parted the folds of the young woman’s flesh, revealing the pink softness of her inner lips.

“It is,” Zaer said, looking back down at the woman’s opening.

The man moved his hand down the soft folds, causing the young woman to shudder and look up at Zaer who gave her a consoling look and petted her hair. The woman looked down between her legs, craning her neck to see what the man was doing. The man continued until he came to her opening. Gently, he pulled her apart with two fingers of one hand and pushed another finger slowly inside.

“What’s… what’s happening?” the young woman asked. “What’s he doing to me?”

“Shh,” Zaer whispered, “he’s just checking to see if you are intact.”

As the man’s stiff finger pushed deeper inside, the young woman’s mouth opened. Suddenly, a pleasure she’d never felt began to overcome her.

Zaer looked down at the man. His finger had penetrated quite deeply into the young woman’s soft pussy and Zaer wondered if it might mean that the woman had been broken. When the man looked up, he confirmed her suspicions with a shake of his head.

“What’s that?” the scared young woman asked, “what does that mean?” She looked up at Zaer with fear in her eyes. Zaer gave her a comforting smile before turning to the medical council, who were all eagerly peering at the scene.

“This one is broken,” Zaer said, her voice cold and compassionless. The girl whimpered beside her and Zaer turned her attention back to her. She leaned in so she could whisper to the girl. “Did you like when the doctor touched you like that?” she asked, caressing the girl’s hair and smiling again. The young woman, who still looked quite shaken, nodded her head. Zaer knew she would. They always did. “Would you like him to touch you like that again?” The girl nodded eagerly then whispered a hushed, “Yes.”

Zaer turned and looked at the doctor, who immediately stepped between the woman’s legs again. The young woman looked up to see what was happening. She pushed herself up on her elbows just as the doctor, with two fingers this time, pierced the entrance of her tight cunt. The woman gasped and looked at Zaer.

“It’s alright. That’s how it’s supposed to feel. You should enjoy it.”

With permission granted, the young woman closed her eyes and her head dropped back, her mouth opening at the feelings that were floating through her body from in between her legs.

The doctor placed a hand on the woman’s thigh, which caused her to moan in excitement. As he pushed his fingers in past his knuckles, Zaer watched the young woman’s face. She could trace the feeling of being stretched in the lines of the girl’s expression and Zaer felt a pang of jealousy that the tender virgin was experiencing this for the first time. Her mind flashed back to the giant she’d clutched in the lower decks. She’d have him tonight, for sure.

The moan that escaped from the girl’s lips pulled Zaer back into the room. The doctor had pushed a third finger into her. Impressive considering how tight she must have been. With three digits inside her, he started fucking her pussy, which was now sopping wet. The sound of his hand slapping against her bounced through the small room. The young woman moaned again and her legs started twitching. Zaer smiled. She would give the girl a second treat once the doctor was done.

The doctor kept his trained hand moving evenly in and out of the woman until she began to clench around him. As her moans melded into a low, sustained wail, he slowed slightly, stretching her first orgasm as wide and long as it could go.

“Oh, my gods…” The woman’s eyes opened suddenly, her head came up, and she stared at the hand impaling her. Just as quickly, it dropped back past her shoulders as her eyes shut tight. The moan burst into a scream.

Zaer watched closely, at the same time moving a hand up the woman’s shirt. As soon as she saw the telltale signs that the woman was at the peak of her orgasm, Zaer ever so gently tugged at the taut nipple. This sent the woman into fresh peals of screaming as her body thrashed beneath Zaer’s and the doctor’s hands.