Commander Dak, Alpha of the planet Parseon, needs a female slave to bear his sons. He visits a Breeder Containment Facility, where he spots a female huddled in the corner of her cell, and proceeds to conduct a physical examination. (Sival is the director of the BCF. This excerpt is in Dak’s point of view). If you want to read the beginning of the story, which immediately precedes this scene, click here.
He parted Omra’s lips with his fingers and slipped a digit into her mouth, running it along her upper gum line to check the solidness of her teeth. At a flash in her eyes, he jerked his hand away a centisecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that her incisor only grazed the tip of his finger.
Sival’s face reddened. “Commander, I apologize. I will have her flogged.”
“Unnecessary. I will take care of it.” He unclipped the sudon from his belt. Crafted from the tail of the baronian ilyx, the stiff leather sudon bore the protrusions where the venomous quills had been removed. As he’d not needed to use it before, scants of amounts of stinging venom remained in the raised areas.
The breeder shrieked when he hauled her slight body to the stone bench. He sat and yanked her over his lap, raising her buttocks into position. Despite his focus on correcting her behavior, he took notice of the roundness of her backside, plump for such a skinny female. Her natural padding was fortunate. Though the whipping would hurt, it would not injure her.
He brought the sudon down hard on one cheek. She howled, and he smacked again, placing a dimpled red streak next to the first.
“You will not bite,” he said, and marked the other side. “You will obey. You will follow Protocol.”
With precision and force, he welted her pale flesh. Her caterwauling drowned out the omnipresent din of the containment center. She thrashed her arms and legs in an attempt to escape, but he hung onto her waist with one hand and continued to paddle.
By the time he’d decided her chastisement had been sufficient, her buttocks, marked by inflamed dots caused by the protrusions on the sudon, radiated heat and redness, and her body had gone limp across his lap, although she continued to sob.
He reattached the sudon to his belt, opposite his dagger side, which also bore his holstered LPD, a lasered projectile device. Without the interference of her struggles, he continued the examination. Her legs had fallen open to reveal her sex, and he widened his eyes at the sight of the heavy lock-ring piercing her inner labia. Dak jerked his gaze to the director. “She has never been bred.”
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The first draft of Breeder is complete. It’s in revision/editing mode now, and I hope to complete it by the beginning of August. It will be 60,000 words.
Dak and Omra belong to an alien humanoid aggressive race who live on the “androcentric, androsocial” planet Parseon where male domination is enforced by law. This “Protocol” separates the Parseon race into castes. The five Alpha Commanders rule at the top. Beneath them are the alphas, the males deemed dominant, and below them, are the betas, males who serve as the submissive domestic partners to the alphas. Only alphas may pass on their genetic material by bearing offspring. Females are slaves relegated to breeding and ancillary sexual outlets.
Alpha Commander Dak needs a son. He purchases a breeder named Omra with the intention of impregnating her and then handing her off to his beta Corren. Only Corren hates her. And Dak falls in love with her and begins to question everything he was taught, jeopardizing not only his anointed union with Corren, but all of Parseon.
Breeder explores the concepts of gender roles and social prohibitions against deviant behavior. It includes graphic M/F and M/M sexual content and violence, including nonconsensual domestic discipline.