17. Andi

17

ANDI

T he entrance to the Seed Arena, as Queen Pantyitch called the milking room, was a sliding silver door that opened automatically when they approached. It led into a vast, round metal area which was partitioned into sections or stalls at regular intervals with metal dividers that jutted out from the curving main wall.

Each stall had an occupant who was held in place with thick leather straps, Andi saw as she looked around. Most of the alien males she saw were bipedal and humanoid, but there were a few that seemed to go on four legs or even six. She even saw one who lived in a tank—long green tentacles were protruding from the top of the murky liquid inside.

Most of the males were blindfolded and gagged but there was one who wasn't. Standing directly opposite them was a warrior with no blindfold or gag which made him easy to recognize—it was Kier, the one they had come to rescue.

Andi tried not to let her expression change as she saw him. He was a huge Kindred—at least a foot taller than Thrax—with gray skin and black hair.

His eyes were closed and his muscular arms and legs were strapped to the metal wall behind him. Andi couldn't tell if he was asleep or just exhausted. He was naked and the head of his limp shaft, which hung between his legs, reached almost to his knees.

"Wow, that's, uh, quite a specimen you have there," she said to Queen Pantyitch, as she nodded at Kier. "Is that the Kindred you told me about?"

"Indeed, yes—he's one of our best producers. A real stud," the other woman said proudly. "In fact, let me use him to show you how our milking farm works."

"Oh no—you don't have to—" Andi began, but Queen Pantyitch was already striding over to the bound warrior. On the wall beside his head was a large red button. She pushed it and then stepped back.

"Just watch, my dear," she said to Andi. "You'll see how it works—it's all completely automated."

A sound like a bell ringing went off and Commander Kier's eyes popped open. They were a pale, wolf-like blue Andi thought—but a moment later they were squeezed shut as his face twisted in what looked like pain.

"Stop it—you're hurting him!" she exclaimed, taking a step forward.

"No, no—nothing of the kind." Queen Pantyitch waved a hand dismissively. "In fact, it's the exact opposite. The tail inside him is also a prostate stimulator. The milking machinery is simply delivering vibrations to his prostate to ‘wake up' his shaft."

"The tail's a fucking what?" Thrax growled, looking horrified and angry at the same time. But his words were drowned out by another bell ringing somewhere as Commander Kier's long shaft came to attention.

An old joke popped into Andi's head—the one about the guy with a dick so big he got faint whenever he had a hard-on because all the blood rushed from his head down to his dick. She wondered if it was like that for the enormous giant Wulvan Kindred. But Kier didn't seem to be getting faint—instead, he was waking up, his teeth gritted and his face twisted in what looked like agony.

And then a mechanical arm with a long clear tube on the end of it came out of the wall beside him and reached around his body. As they watched, the tube—which had a black rubber ring on one end—slipped easily over the head of his shaft and then swallowed him whole, down to the root. An inner ring, which was red, detached itself from the end of the tube and began sliding up and down the long shaft, clearly massaging and pumping it. At the same time a mechanical hand came from the machinery underneath him and began fondling the heavy balls that were hanging below his shaft.

"Gods, not again!" Kier groaned in a hoarse, agonized voice as the machinery went to work on him. "Please, haven't you got enough already? When are you going to let me go?"

Queen Pantyitch didn't bother to answer her captive's anguished questions. She had a bored expression on her face as she watched the mechanical arm with the tube on its end masturbate the hapless warrior while no doubt, the prostate stimulator was still vibrating inside him to make him come.

"As you see, it usually doesn't take long," she said to Andi, who was watching in dismay. "Except with the Kindred—they have remarkable stamina. But the stimulator tail combined with the shaft-stroking band and the fondle-fingers are an unbeatable combination. Any minute now, he's going to come. And then his seed will be sucked away into our DNA sorter and from there to the cold storage unit for safe keeping until we have a customer who wants to use it."

Andi couldn't contain her horror.

"This is awful!" she burst out. "That poor man! How can you do that to him?"

"Do what? Harvest his seed?" Queen Pantyitch raised her eyebrows in surprise at Andi's outburst. "Why my dear, he's only a man. He came to our planet alone and unprotected—not married to a woman who could claim him. Which makes him fair game for women like me and my business partner. Entrepreneurs who are simply trying to make a few extra credits, you know. Oh look—there he goes—he's coming at last," she added.

As she spoke, Kier's back arched and he gave a low, shuddering groan. His cock jerked inside the clear tube and then Andi saw streams of pearly white cum shooting from its tip. It was sucked quickly away by the mechanical arm at the end of the tube but even so, Kier kept coming and coming.

"Look at all that seed!" Queen Pantyitch said approvingly. "I told you, these Kindred—they make so much. Of course, the tail helps—it keeps on massaging the prostate until he's completely dry."

"We need to stop this." Thrax's voice was a low, menacing growl. "That poor bastard—it's fucking wrong!"

"Easy!" Andi put a hand on her partner's arm. She could feel how tense the big Hybrid's muscles were—Thrax was ready to explode. But if he did, they would lose the element of surprise and Queen Pantyitch would know they were there under false pretenses.

"Is there something wrong with your male-wife?" Pantyitch asked now, turning to stare down her nose at Thrax.

"No, no—he's fine," Andi lied quickly. "I think watching the, uh, milking procedure upset him."

"Well that's a great pity since he's about to be milked himself," Queen Pantyitch remarked.

"What?" Andi demanded. "What are you talking about? You told me that I would make the choice on whether my male-wife gets milked or not."

The other woman arched an eyebrow at her.

"Yes, well that was before you accepted my three hospitality gifts."

"Hospitality gifts? What are you talking about?" Andi asked blankly.

"Why, the gifts of food and drink, transportation, and shelter." Queen Pantyitch counted them off on her fingers. "You've eaten at my table twice now, you've flown in my ship, and tonight you'll be staying under my roof and sleeping in one of my finest beds. By Salacious Delta law, after receiving three gifts yourself, you now owe me a gift in return." And she crossed her arms over her bare breasts and gave Andi a triumphant look as though daring her to refute her logic.

"But…but we're new here!" Andi protested. "I didn't know you had laws about hospitality gifts!"

"Too bad," the other woman said loftily. "Ignorance of our customs doesn't excuse you for breaking them. I'm afraid you must give me the gift I have requested or I have the right to throw you off my property—which includes the entire floating platform which houses the milking farm."

"What? But there's nothing out here except swamp!" Andi exclaimed.

"Exactly." Queen Pantyitch gave her a cool smile. "Swamp and some very hungry kroc-o-wows. Not that I would do that to a guest, of course," she said. "At least not as long as you give me what I want."

"If what you want is to strap me down and let one of those fucking mechanical monstrosities suck me dry, you're in for a big fucking disappointment."

Thrax's deep voice was a growl of pure fury and Andi saw he was getting ready to fight for his life. His golden eyes were narrowed and his body was in a defensive posture, as though he was about to spring.

But if he did, what happened next? The milking farm was fully staffed and there were armed guards out front. As big and strong as Thrax was, he couldn't fight them all off. And again, they would lose the element of surprise.

Clearly, Thrax's words had offended their hostess.

"Well!" she huffed, glaring up at him. "How dare you speak to a woman in such a fashion? You're nothing but a man. You need to learn your place!"

"Please, forgive my male-wife," Andi said quickly. "But he's speaking from a place of self-defense. You see, he has a kind of phobia about being tied down or restrained in any way."

"I don't want to be jerked off by a fucking milking machine either!" Thrax growled, still giving their hostess a menacing glare.

"You really need to control your male-wife!" Queen Pantyitch said severely to Andi. "His language leaves much to be desired!"

"Again, I'm sorry but he's just scared," Andi said quickly. It was more likely that her partner was enraged, but she didn't think it would be a good idea to tell their hostess that. "Please, just choose another gift that we can give you. If you want credits, we have plenty," she added hopefully.

"I don't want your money—I'm only interested in seeing your male-wife spill his seed," Queen Pantyitch said stubbornly. "If he's a big producer like our giant over there, I'll offer you a contract. But I don't know until I see it."

"Well, you can't hook him up to that awful milking machine," Andi said firmly. "He's my male-wife and you can't lay a finger on him without my permission." She hoped she was right about this—the "Queens" of Salacious Delta treated their men like property so it seemed reasonable to believe some other woman couldn't just take Thrax away from her.

She must have been right because the look on Queen Pantyitch's face was sour. But then her expression smoothed out into a smile that Andi didn't like at all—a smug, self-satisfied smirk that looked almost sinister.

"Fine," she said, with a flip of her long black and white hair. "I won't lay a finger on him—but you will."

"Excuse me?" Andi raised her eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your hospitality gift to me. You're going to take your male-wife in hand and milk him yourself," Queen Pantyitch said. "Make him come for me and I'll consider your debt paid. Refuse and I have the right to turn you off my property, as I believe I mentioned earlier."

"You wouldn't really shove us into the swamp!" Andi protested, feeling sick.

"Oh, wouldn't I?" Queen Pantyitch raised her eyebrows knowingly. "Try me, my dear. Who knows—maybe you'd make some nice new friends. I believe the kroc-o-wows aren't nearly so fastidious about hospitality gifts as I am—they'll be happy to take anything you want to give them."

And she smirked at Andi again in a way that made her wish she had her blaster with her. The woman was a monster—capturing these helpless men, chaining them to the wall, and sucking them dry! Why hadn't she seen before that Queen Pantyitch was a psychopath and how were they going to get out of here?

Andi tried to think of a way out, but they seemed to be stuck. They didn't have their own ship so she and Thrax couldn't just leave. Besides, they had to see if they could free Commander Kier. Which meant hanging around the milking farm at least a little longer. Which further meant she had no choice but to comply with their sadistic hostess's demands.

She cast a glance up at Thrax, who was still in a defensive posture.

"Thrax…" She patted his arm until he looked down at her. "I think we have to do this," she told him. "But I promise, no one will touch you but me. Do you think you can…can let me, uh…?"

"You want to jerk me off," he said flatly. "Well good fucking luck." And he nodded down at his shaft.

Andi saw in dismay that he was now completely limp, the long, dark red member lying dormant against his inner thigh.

Queen Pantyitch looked even more dismayed than Andi.

"What happened to the splendid erection you had when you came in here?" she demanded.

"I don't know. Maybe watching my fellow Kindred getting sucked dry and being threatened with the same fate myself was kind of a turn-off," Thrax growled sarcastically. "It's also hard to feel horny when you think you might get fed to the fucking kroc-o-wows at any minute."

"You still might meet your end in the swamp if you don't cease your insolence!" Queen Pantyitch snapped. She looked at Andi. "See— this is why we need the milking machine! Our machines don't allow the studs we use them on to wonder if they're ‘in the mood' to produce or not. They can force arousal."

"No—nobody's forcing anyone!" Andi exclaimed. "I can manage this myself—I just need a comfortable place for Thrax to sit so I can reach him."

Because of their height difference, doing anything sexual while standing was going to be difficult—not to mention extremely awkward. Plus, asking for a chair allowed her a little time to think.

"Very well," Queen Pantyitch said, nodding. "Then we shall go back to my private lounge. You can tend to your male-wife in comfort before the fire. But I warn you, he'd better produce my hospitality gift or the two of you are going to be sorry!"

Andi was already sorry—extremely sorry that she'd agreed to come to this horrible milking farm in the first place! But there was no way out now other than to do what their hostess demanded—otherwise she and Thrax were probably going to wind up in the swamp and that wasn't where she wanted to spend the night.