with the consequences.
He spent half his time trying to reason with his lust, reminding himself that children were forever and once spawned, one was stuck with them, however they turned out--even if weakened in mind, body, and spirit by mating with a female that was obviously all those things.
Except she had spirit--or she was stupid--or brave because she thought he couldn’t get to her. He couldn’t decide which, but the doubts didn’t turn his mind from the images that had been tormenting the hell out of him of shoving those pale thighs apart and burying himself so deeply inside of her he lost his mind in the ecstasy of having her hot, tight flesh wrapped around his cock.
When she’d looked at the women threatening to tear her limb from limb if she didn’t hand over the baby she’d stolen, he’d felt like all his doubts about her were confirmed. Then again, they had been threatening to dismember her and use the bloody stumps to pulverize her--and it had been all of them, not just one. It would have been more stupid if she’d been willing to take on the mob.
He’d told himself he’d ordered the women to stop because they were threatening to ruin his plan of surprise attack--and they certainly had risked it with their undisciplined fury--it infuriated him that they’d degenerated into an undisciplined mob that scarcely deserved the honor of being considered trained warriors.
But he knew if any of them had attacked, he would’ve protected her from them, and the realization that he was willing to side with her over his own people wasn’t a pleasant thing to discover about himself.
The imprisonment, the sheer boredom, the frustrations were beginning to weaken his mind as well as his body.
* * * *
Bri did not want to go out again. She realized the moment the thought entered her mind, though, that she had unwittingly given the slaver aliens something else to use to control her--Cory. She’d been afraid to go the first time until they’d shown her the extent of pain they could cause her with the push of a button. As debilitating as that had been, as reluctant as she was to experience it even once more, she realized that balking would not only result in another lesson, she might well drop the baby and hurt him if they zapped her with that nerve paralyzing jolt again. Worse, if they hit her hard enough to knock her out, Cory would be completely helpless until she regained consciousness.
She didn’t regret adopting Cory. If she had it all to do again, she would have done the same, but she very much feared that the slavers were well aware of the added leverage the baby gave them.
A quick survey of her surroundings assured her there was nothing in the room she could use as a weapon. Frustration filled her but not surprise.
She hadn’t consciously looked for anything like that before, but she realized that, unconsciously, she had, because even as the thought occurred to her, her mind produced a mental inventory of the contents of the habitat and instantly registered a negative.
It wasn’t just that she was too civilized to consider it, or that she was too afraid, or too unaccustomed to trying to protect herself. Nothing but a gas mask would have protected her from the slaver aliens because they used the gas to render her helpless, and nothing short of a bazooka, she was sure, would take down one of their robots.
As far as that went, she doubted much short of a bazooka would take down one of the six foot amazons that wanted her blood. A club might have made her feel better, but she wouldn’t have had enough strength to wield it as a dangerous weapon even if she had one. More likely, if she did have a close encounter with one of them, they’d simply wrest the club from her and use it on her.
She didn’t trust the slaver aliens, at all, but she saw no alternative to going out and wondered even as she gathered the baby and cautiously left the room if there was any way she could climb the tree in her yard if
He spent half his time trying to reason with his lust, reminding himself that children were forever and once spawned, one was stuck with them, however they turned out--even if weakened in mind, body, and spirit by mating with a female that was obviously all those things.
Except she had spirit--or she was stupid--or brave because she thought he couldn’t get to her. He couldn’t decide which, but the doubts didn’t turn his mind from the images that had been tormenting the hell out of him of shoving those pale thighs apart and burying himself so deeply inside of her he lost his mind in the ecstasy of having her hot, tight flesh wrapped around his cock.
When she’d looked at the women threatening to tear her limb from limb if she didn’t hand over the baby she’d stolen, he’d felt like all his doubts about her were confirmed. Then again, they had been threatening to dismember her and use the bloody stumps to pulverize her--and it had been all of them, not just one. It would have been more stupid if she’d been willing to take on the mob.
He’d told himself he’d ordered the women to stop because they were threatening to ruin his plan of surprise attack--and they certainly had risked it with their undisciplined fury--it infuriated him that they’d degenerated into an undisciplined mob that scarcely deserved the honor of being considered trained warriors.
But he knew if any of them had attacked, he would’ve protected her from them, and the realization that he was willing to side with her over his own people wasn’t a pleasant thing to discover about himself.
The imprisonment, the sheer boredom, the frustrations were beginning to weaken his mind as well as his body.
* * * *
Bri did not want to go out again. She realized the moment the thought entered her mind, though, that she had unwittingly given the slaver aliens something else to use to control her--Cory. She’d been afraid to go the first time until they’d shown her the extent of pain they could cause her with the push of a button. As debilitating as that had been, as reluctant as she was to experience it even once more, she realized that balking would not only result in another lesson, she might well drop the baby and hurt him if they zapped her with that nerve paralyzing jolt again. Worse, if they hit her hard enough to knock her out, Cory would be completely helpless until she regained consciousness.
She didn’t regret adopting Cory. If she had it all to do again, she would have done the same, but she very much feared that the slavers were well aware of the added leverage the baby gave them.
A quick survey of her surroundings assured her there was nothing in the room she could use as a weapon. Frustration filled her but not surprise.
She hadn’t consciously looked for anything like that before, but she realized that, unconsciously, she had, because even as the thought occurred to her, her mind produced a mental inventory of the contents of the habitat and instantly registered a negative.
It wasn’t just that she was too civilized to consider it, or that she was too afraid, or too unaccustomed to trying to protect herself. Nothing but a gas mask would have protected her from the slaver aliens because they used the gas to render her helpless, and nothing short of a bazooka, she was sure, would take down one of their robots.
As far as that went, she doubted much short of a bazooka would take down one of the six foot amazons that wanted her blood. A club might have made her feel better, but she wouldn’t have had enough strength to wield it as a dangerous weapon even if she had one. More likely, if she did have a close encounter with one of them, they’d simply wrest the club from her and use it on her.
She didn’t trust the slaver aliens, at all, but she saw no alternative to going out and wondered even as she gathered the baby and cautiously left the room if there was any way she could climb the tree in her yard if
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