Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 171288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
“You fucked around with my stinger?” V growled, his hands clenching into fists. Goddess damnit! His stinger and the mating fist at the base of his shaft were the two most private parts of his body—but he was betting those fucking orange mutants had seen and handled both while they had him drugged on their table. The thought made him feel helpless and vulnerable.
It also enraged him.
A low growl rumbled in his chest and he could barely hold himself back from lunging at the “Glorious Leader” again.
The male seemed to sense V’s fury because he held up the Master Control again and shook his head.
“No, no, my boy—that way lies only more pain. Whereas if you’ll just listen to me for a moment, I think we can come to an equitable arrangement.”
“The only arrangement we can make is you letting me out of here before I rip your fucking head off!” V growled.
“That’s not going to happen,” the “Glorious Leader” said pleasantly. “Not for a while, at least. I won’t try to keep you here for life,” he went on. “It’s too dangerous to have a male breeder who doesn’t respond to the whispers in the compound—especially a breeder as large and strong as yourself.”
“Stop calling me a fucking breeder,” V snarled. “What in the Seven Hells does that even mean?”
“Why, it means exactly what it sounds like—you’ve been brought here to contribute your superior genetic material to our gene pool,” the “Glorious Leader” said, still smiling pleasantly. “And of course, I’ll also want to synthesize that compound you make with your tongue,” he continued thoughtfully, beginning to pace again.
“I think it will be most helpful in arousing the female breeders. We give them the Mother’s Milk, of course, which ripens their bodies for breeding, the same way we give our male breeders the Spice, which enhances their effectiveness and eagerness to breed. But we have nothing to increase the female libido and this substance you produce—what do you call it?”
V remained silent. The lust-honey which came from his stinger—his tongue when it became long and needle-sharp—was his own business and he was damned if he’d tell this little fat fuck anything about it.
The “Glorious Leader” waited a moment, his eyebrows raised, and then shook his head and continued.
“Anyway, I’d like to have a compound to give our females to increase their eagerness to breed. After all, I want my breeders to really enjoy themselves, as they support our Glorious Cause. I am a benevolent leader and I want my people to be happy as they do their duties.”
Again, V had nothing to say. What the fuck was this asshole talking about? Glorious Cause? Breeders? He had no idea, though he was afraid he was going to find out.
“We already have enough of the substance you produce to synthesize it sometime in the future—after a little more analysis, you know,” the “Glorious Leader” went on. “So what I mostly need from you is your DNA.”
“Thought you already took some,” V growled.
“No, no, no.” The “Glorious Leader” frowned and shook his head impatiently. “Not just a sample to study in the lab. As I said, I want your genetic material in our gene pool, here at the Compound.”
“Meaning?” V raised an eyebrow.
“Meaning I want you to father a child for us, of course,” the “Glorious Leader said. “Once you’ve done that, we’ll let you go. And, to sweeten the deal…” He pointed his Master Control at the blank white wall of the room and pressed a button.
At once the solid wall became translucent and V was able to see into another room. It was also sterile and white but much larger than the room he was imprisoned in.
Lined up against the far wall of the room he was looking into, were eight females of all shapes, sizes, and colors. There were many humanoid species represented, V saw, including a Tenzuran with three breasts instead of two and a Chorkay—a species which was known to have two vaginas and two wombs.
One of the bald orange mutants, dressed in a silver lab coat, was going down the line and doing some kind of checkup on each of the females in turn. They all looked straight ahead and didn’t fight as V had—probably they had been terrorized into behaving, he thought angrily.
Or else maybe they were all hypnotized by those damn “whispers” the other male kept talking about. As he stared at them, V saw most of them had a glazed expression on their faces—like they didn’t really understand what was happening to them.
“This is our newest batch of breeder females,” the “Glorious Leader” said sweeping out a plump, dimpled hand decked in several expensive rings, as though displaying valuable merchandise. “Don’t worry—you can see them but they can’t see you,” he added. “They came in when you did, actually, but all of them have responded to the whispers, so now their conditioning is almost complete and we’re ready for the Unification Ceremony.”