5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Tareq

I clench my fists, beside myself with fury. I told myself I'd lie low and wait for an opportunity to escape, but how can I cower in a corner when the Genixarians torment the female? And for no reason at all!

They ask her questions she can't possibly understand, then get mad when she doesn't reply. They give her commands, then punish her when she doesn't follow them.

"Stop it, you idiots!" I yell when Gamma uses his remote on the female again. "She doesn't understand you! Why didn't you give her translator nodes if you wanted to talk to her?"

The Genixarian in white lab coat sneers. "I'm not wasting valuable technology on a primitive slave. However, you do have a point. This creature's brain is clearly too primitive to understand simple commands." He taps on his datapad before turning to me again. "Our examination reveals that she's a fertile female. Is that correct?"

I suppress an eye roll. The Genixarians don't reproduce through traditional means. They mix some DNA in a tube, then put it into an artificial womb to grow. They even went as far as to genetically remove all their primary and most of their secondary gender characteristics, just so that they wouldn't have to be bothered with hormones and the feelings that came with them.

They rarely care about people's gender. Their interest in this human is annoying at best, alarming at worst. "Yes, she seems to be a human female," I confirm, passing over their mention of her fertility. How the fuck would I know if she's fertile or not? "Why do you care?"

"Watch your mouth, Syndoran," the scientist warns. "I have no need for you. Your kind makes terrible slaves. If you don't treat us with proper respect, I'll just get rid of you. Although…you are a male, correct?"

I blink, surprised and worried about where he's headed with this line of questioning. When I don't immediately reply, Omicron rushes in with an answer. "I believe so, Alpha 2-P. We noticed his extra appendage between his legs when we were disarming him."

"Perfect," the scientist replies. "You will breed this female, Syndoran. Her market value will grow if she carries a fetus."

"I…what?!" I gawk at the Genixarian, not believing my ears. "No! I won't br— I won't touch that female!" I'd never touch a female against her will and I doubt she'd be willing to have sex with me of her own volition.

The scientist shrugs, turning to the cells on the other side of the hallway. "Very well. We have other males here suitable for the task. You, creature!" he yells at a bipedal lizard covered in rough scales. "You are a male, correct?"

The lizard doesn't understand him any better than the human female did, but his half-erect cock is clearly visible under his primitive loincloth. That seems to be the only answer Alpha needs. "Looks like male to me," he murmurs before addressing the two guards. "Remove the female's clothes and put her in his cell. According to my research, the mating instincts should take care of the rest."

Horrified, I watch Gamma and Omicron tear off the screaming female's clothes. They drag her toward the lizard's cell.

"Wait!" I shout before they can unlock the door. "I'll do it! I'll mate with the female." I can't possibly let them put her in the same cell as that primitive beast. Alpha looks unconvinced, so I continue, "How do you know the creature won't harm or even kill her? Wouldn't that cost you money?"

"True," Alpha agrees. "You shall breed her then. Make sure the fluid from your genital appendage goes into the larger hole between her legs. Did I say that correctly?" He consults the datapad. "I did! Perfect. Put her in with him," he orders.

I consider pouncing on the Genixarians the second they open my cell, but Alpha holds up the slave collar remote in a clear warning. They aren't completely stupid, it seems.

The guards toss the kicking and screaming female into my cell and promptly shut the door. She presses her back against the bars on the side as if she cannot decide whether she's more afraid of the Genixarians or me. She's trying to hide her nudity with one hand over her pussy and the other over her breasts, but it doesn't help much.

Despite my decision not to touch her, my cock stands at attention, straining against the flimsy material of my pants, the only piece of clothing the Genixarians have left me.

Alpha taps on his datapad, nodding. "One male, one female. Good. Now, commence breeding. We shall take our leave so we don't have to watch your disgusting mating rituals."

"Great," I snicker, knowing my sarcasm will be lost on them. "How about some food and water for the female? And the others?" I haven't seen them give any food or water to any of the slaves since they locked me up and it's been hours.

Alpha scowls at the guards. "You didn't feed the slaves? You had orders! This is unacceptable. I will make sure the home planet hears of your incompetence. Go feed them now. Sick and weak slaves won't yield good profit."

Murmuring vague excuses, the guards rush off. Alpha turns his scowl on me. "Breed her, Syndoran," he orders, "or I'll have another male do it."

"Yes, sir," I sneer to his back.

I fucking hate Genixarians!

I knew they were creepy, but they usually keep to their planet and don't bother the rest of the galaxy. Apparently, that was in the past. Why in the world they decided to dabble with slavers and kidnap primitive creatures from forbidden planets is beyond me. Maybe they need money. Maybe they're excited to study new lifeforms. Maybe they're insane. It doesn't matter. What matters is getting out of here.

I brush thoughts of the Genixarians away, focusing on the present. The present that is having a naked female in my cell with orders to put a child in her, or else. I have no intention of following that order, of course, but I admit the female is attractive. I'd have sex with her in a heartbeat if she wanted it.

Her body is soft, her curves so gentle and generous that my cock won't currently go down. Her terror-stricken face spoils the beautiful image, though. She looks paralyzed with fear.

I long to offer her comfort, but my presence is only making her fear worse, so I opt for sitting on the floor on the other side of the cell, trying to look as non-threatening as I can. For a male of my size and musculature? It's not a simple feat.