V, like the rest of the males who had been housed in his dormitory, had been beating off regularly to ease the tension. Then, about a week ago, they’d been moved out of the dorm and each of them had been given their own “Love Hut” which was the fucking stupid name given to the little white cottages that made up the breeder residences in the Compound. They’d also been assigned their jobs—(V’s was in the fucking hothouse, of all places, tending the fruit trees.)
The idea, he supposed, was for all of them to get used to the rhythm of everyday life here in the Compound by the time the Unification Ceremony finally rolled around. But there was one thing he couldn’t get used to—the non-con bracelets they’d all been fitted with before they left the dorm.
“These will keep you from touching yourselves in a sexual way while you live in the Compound,” the “Glorious Leader” had explained almost primly, when some of the males had complained. All of them but V might be under the sway of the hypno-whispers, but they were still red-blooded males who needed a release from time to time.
“If I can’t beat my meat, how’m I gonna get relief?” one male—a huge Karsian with a hunched back and a dick that unfurled almost down to the ground—demanded. His name was “Skrug” and he was nearly as stupid as he looked, in V’s opinion.
“Yeah—I need to get off! Somethin’ about this place makes me fuckin’ horny!” declared another male—a Jonquin with green skin and three horns sprouting from his forehead like a strange kind of crown.
“We’re asking you to keep mostly chaste for the solar week leading up to your Unification Ceremony so that your seed will be extra strong for breeding when you finally meet your beautiful Forever Mates,” the “Glorious Leader” explained.
“Does that mean you’ll take the non-cons off after our Joining Night?” V had asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well…no.” The “Glorious Leader” had cleared his throat and shot V a warning look.
You’re on thin ice, that look said—not that V gave a damn. He’d agreed to go along with the slimy bastard who ran this place in order to get close to the little female with the wide, frightened brown eyes and the luscious ass. But he wasn’t going to rape her, like the Compound’s fearless leader was advocating. He was going to grab her and run the hell away with her as soon as he got the chance.
Of course, exactly how he was going to get out of the Compound, he hadn’t quite worked out yet. But that would come once he had the girl and had convinced her to trust him. Which might be a tall order, considering what they were being told to do with their “Forever Mates” once they got them.
“You won’t need to give yourselves sexual relief, ever again,” the “Glorious Leader” had proclaimed, as the little orange mutant guards had come around and fitted them all for the non-contact bracelets. They were thick, copper bands filled with sensors that shocked the hell out of you if you attempted to “grease the pole” as they used to say back on his old ship.
“You won’t need to do that because from now on, you’ll always have a female at your sexual beck and call,” the “Shining Star” promised them. “Understand, gentlemen—I am giving these females to you—you will own them. From now on, if you want sex, you just take it at any time of the day or night. As your property, they cannot say no to you.”
“So we should just rape the girl you give us whenever we feel like it? Is that what you’re saying?” V asked flatly, glaring at the male in his pristine white suite.
“Rape? Of course not!” The “Glorious Leader” looked suitably shocked. “Why, these females I’m giving you will need sexual gratification as much as you do yourselves, gentlemen! Please understand, the fertility treatments they’ve been undergoing to make their wombs ready for your seed causes a lot of…shall we say side effects if they aren’t bred often and well.” He smirked. “I guarantee whoever your Forever Mate is, she’ll be as eager to mount your shaft as you are to put it in her.”
V had no doubt that might be true for the ones who were under the control of the hypno-whispers. He’d seen the glazed looks on all the other females’ faces when the “Glorious Leader” had shown them to him and told him to pick the one he wanted. But he couldn’t forget the fear in the big brown eyes of the little human female with the luscious ass. Somehow she was immune to the whispers just like he was himself and he was damned if he’d mistreat her or act like she was property he owned just because the bastard in the white suit said it was okay.
“You sure they’re gonna want it that bad?” the Karsian called Skrug asked, frowning.
“Yeah!” another male exclaimed. “Most times I try to breed a woman, she runs away from me. What makes these ones different?”
“All right, let me explain…” The “Glorious Leader” blew out a short breath of frustration. Clearly he was irritated with the stupider males in the bunch. Taking a deep breath, he renewed his bright, white smile and spoke slowly, making sure Skrug and the others understood.
“The Mother’s Milk that is given to your Forever Mates in the Breeding and Conception Center causes their breasts to swell with nectar, which they’ll need you to suck out at least once a day while you’re breeding them. It’s sweet, like honey—you’ll like it,” he added quickly before Skrug could object. “Also,
