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  Riks wondered if he should answer, but didn’t see much choice. “Owes someone some money,” he grumbled, trying to brush the question off.

  “Who?”

  Riks knew he shouldn’t answer this one. “The Bani on Ceto…” he mumbled, unable to meet her gaze. After a few moments of silence he looked at her, wondering why she wasn’t saying anything. Her look said it all. Her mouth and eyes were wide in disbelief.

  “You’re… you’re selling her to the Bani?” she asked quietly.

  “Hey, if it were up to me we’d still be flying Ashima…”

  “It is up to you, Riks.” Her interruption disarmed him. He shrugged and tried to find words to explain. There really wasn’t an explanation. Selling women to the Bani was kind of a lowlife thing to do.

  “Look,” he snapped, doing his best to sound gruff. “I suppose it won’t hurt for you to talk to her when she’s in the cage. Don’t you get close enough for her to grab you though, you hear?”

  Jayne nodded but seemed at least a little relieved at his change of heart. He watched her turn and bounce back up the ramp. He had promised the girl a pleasant voyage at least. This way she could have some company before she became a slave.

  He shook his head. There’d be time for regrets later. Now it was time to find the doc.

  Chapter Three

  In the time since he’d left, Rena had studied every crack on every bar of the cage she was in. She’d shaken each one, tried to twist it, pushed and pulled, trying to find one that might be loose. None of them had budged. So she sat down and started thinking of ways that she might fool the doctor into thinking she was sick and ways to get one of the other crew she’d seen to lean close enough to the cage that she could get her hands on them and hold them hostage until she was let go. When the slim girl she’d seen standing at the ramp walked up to the cage, Rena thought her prayers had been answered.

  “Hello!” she said, jumping up eagerly. Too eagerly, it seemed, for the girl took a step back. “It’s okay. I don’t bite,” Rena offered, trying to sound as friendly as she could.

  “He told me not to get too close,” the girl responded with a shy smile.

  “Sure,” Rena said, smiling back. “That seems like something he’d say. Is he your… I mean, are you two… you know. A thing?”

  The girl looked confused for a moment, as if she were trying to understand what Rena was asking. Then, as understanding crept across her face, she let out a shy chuckle. “No,” she said, putting a hand over her lips, “no, we’re definitely not that. I’m Jayne. I’m the cook here.” She put her hand out but quickly realized her mistake and turned away, embarrassed.

  “Hey, don’t worry about it,” Rena offered. “I’m Rena. I’m the prisoner here.”

  Jayne looked back, a look of shock on her face.

  “Sorry,” Rena muttered, “not very funny, I guess.”

  Jayne breathed an uncomfortable sigh but reached into her pocket and pulled out something wrapped in cloth. “I brought you this. We haven’t received the food shipment we ordered yet so dinner won’t be until later, but I thought you might be hungry.” She stepped forward, holding the thing out but then quickly caught herself, stepped back, and threw the morsel into the cage instead.

  “Thanks,” Rena said, picking up the hard biscuit and tearing a piece off with her teeth. She saw Jayne watching her. She seemed nice. “You know where he’s taking me, right?” The girl nodded, a stiff, uncomfortable nod. “You know what they do to human women there?” Rena asked quietly, chewing the biscuit slowly. The girl shook her head. “Use ‘em for breeding,” Rena said plainly. Jayne’s mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide again.

  “That’s… that’s illegal…” she whispered.

  Rena shrugged. “Yeah. What are you gonna do? I don’t see anyone racing to shut them down, do you?”

  Jayne shook her head again. “That’s… that’s terrible.”

  Rena became suddenly serious. “If you really think so, let me free. He won’t hurt you, will he? If you let me go? If it were you I’d help you. I’d let you free.” Rena gripped the bars and stared at the girl, hoping something in her expression would reach out to the woman’s compassion. She seemed weak-willed. Jayne began to shake her head slowly, but the look of horror did not leave her face.

  “I… I can’t…” she said, the words sounding heavy and labored. “I… it’s not up to me…” Rena could tell she almost had her. If she could just say the right thing, the woman would get the key and open the cage.

  “He won’t beat you, will he?” she asked, hoping the woman might open up to her about events similar to what she’d experienced at Riks’ hand. Instead the look of horror was replaced with confusion.

  “What do you mean?” Jayne asked, sounding perplexed.

  “I know he does it. I know he does it to you. He beats you, doesn’t he? When you’ve done something wrong?” She watched in horror as the woman began shaking her head, but this time it was in disbelief.

  “Riks has never laid a hand on me…” the woman said, looking at Rena with less pity and more disdain.

  Rena realized this was her last chance. Lunging toward the bars, she grabbed the girl by the arm, spun her around, and had her arms around her neck in a chokehold before she could react. The girl screamed as Rena did her best not to pull her too much against the hard bars of the cage.

  “Look, you seem really nice,” Rena said through clenched teeth, “but I need you to give me a key. Where is it? In your pocket? If you don’t have it, we’re waiting here until someone comes and…”

  She barely saw him out of the corner of her eye before his hand was on her arm again, squeezing. She yelped at the sudden pain and couldn’t help but let go of Jayne as she fell to her knees. She clutched at her arm where he’d grabbed her, heard the door of the cage opening. Once again the possibility that this might be her chance made her look up, her eyes searching for an opening. But Riks’ large frame loomed over her, blocking out almost all of the light from the bare bulb buzzing overhead. She saw him reach down then felt herself being lifted before she could react, then lowered as he settled her onto his knee, pulling down the pants of her flight suit again.

  Rena squirmed again, but this time the anticipation of his touch was even stronger than her will to escape. The sound of the first smack bounced around the room and Rena heard Jayne gasp and realized the girl was watching what was happening. The pain seared through her ass, still raw from the last spanking she’d received. This time, despite her best efforts, her body settled into the punishment much more quickly than last time as she let her weight relax on Riks’ knee. As soon as she did, he stopped.

  * * *

  Unable to tear his gaze away from the beautifully pink flesh of Rena’s freshly spanked buttocks, Riks felt his cock rise. He looked up and down the woman’s curvy body, not sure what it was about her that was making him react this way. She was beautiful, but it was more than just her appearance that was making him feel like he hadn’t felt in at least a dozen cycles. Her spirit seemed unbreakable and the temper that went with it begged for the strict discipline of a man’s heavy hand. His heavy hand.

  The scent of her arousal rose from between her legs and Riks looked there to see that her undergarments, skimpy as they were, were soaked in her juices. Clearly, her feelings about his discipline mirrored his own. He turned his head slightly and saw from the corner of his eye that Jayne was still standing outside the cage, staring in disbelief at what had just happened. Still holding Rena firmly on his knee, he turned so he could see Jayne fully.

  “I told you not to get too close,” he growled. He never should have let her talk to the woman.

  “I… I’m sorry… I just… she seemed so sad…” Jayne said, thick tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Riks melted a little at the sight of them. She was always doing that.

  “Never mind. Go get the doc. He’s waiting at the ramp. Tell those grunts to get up here too. We might need extra hands to hold her d
own.”

  Jayne nodded then scurried away, leaving Riks to turn back to the half-naked woman he was holding over his knee. He felt her squirm, but a firm press of his palm on her back made it clear that there was no hope of escape. He turned his attention back to the area in between her legs. Putting a large hand on her rear, he pulled the cheek slightly aside, revealing the tiniest hint of the girl’s soft pink folds peeking out from behind her soaked underthings.

  Riks felt his cock flex with desire. He shook his head, trying to clear it of the image he’d conjured of claiming the woman as his own. She was his ticket out of debt. He could pay his crew and find another woman to plunder another day. That’s how he had to think of her. She was nothing more than easy money.

  As much as his mind wanted to think so, his body didn’t feel the same way.

  “Enjoying yourself back there?” The sound of her voice shattered his daydream and brought him back into reality. He couldn’t help but grin at the question.

  “Not as much as you are,” he said, his lips spreading into a smile. The comment was met with a tense silence. Riks wondered what she was thinking.

  “Let me up. I won’t fight. I promise. Just let me up. Please.”

  Something in her voice was impossible to ignore. She seemed flustered, embarrassed almost. It was no matter. The doc would be there soon anyway.

  * * *

  Rena tried to hide her face as she pulled up the pants of her flight suit. She could see Riks standing at the entrance to the cage, blocking the entirety of the opening with his giant body. She’d never once in her life felt the way she did now. He’d obviously seen the wetness between her legs, seen the way her body reacted to his admonishment. Nothing had ever made her more ashamed than being so out of control and so exposed in front of a man. It wasn’t that she was a prude. It was that normally she was the one who called the shots.

  “What now?” she asked casually, turning fully toward him. “I suppose you’re mad at me? For trying to escape?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” he answered. Movement at the door caught her eye. A man in a long white coat, along with a woman dressed in white entered the room and stood a few feet in front of the cage. A few moments later the grunts came in, followed by Jayne, who was looking down at the floor. Rena scowled as she watched the way the four men eyed Jayne’s slender body. It couldn’t be fun for her, working on a ship like this.

  “What’s going on?” Rena asked, turning to Riks and trying to hide the trepidation in her voice.

  “Like I said,” Riks replied, “you’re to be examined. To see if you’re fit for the journey.”

  Rena stiffened. She held her back straight, trying to look as nonchalant as possible in light of what was about to happen. She knew she’d have little choice in the matter. Once again, the ache between her legs began to throb.

  “I told you,” she said, leveling her gaze at Riks. “I’m not sick. There’s no need for this.”

  He looked at her squarely, his expression leaving little room for argument. “I told you. I’m not leaving this to chance.”

  Rena watched, helpless as the four grunts scurried into the cage, surrounding Riks. She knew they meant to restrain her, and she wasn’t about to go down without a fight.

  The first of them was sent sailing and crashing against the hard bars of the steel cage before Riks got his hands on her again. She winced in pain as he twisted her wrists behind her back, leaving just enough space between them to let another grunt take her hands. The dirty man held them behind her back as she squirmed, unable to move.

  “The sooner you relax, the sooner this will be over,” she heard Riks growl. She knew he was right but it didn’t make it any easier to accept what was going to happen.

  “You’ll have to remove her clothes. I’ll need full access to her body,” she heard a man’s voice saying and she assumed it was the man in the white coat. She felt her pants being tugged at once more, felt hands pulling at the top of her flight suit. She tried to wrestle but by now more hands held her fast and in position. Her top was pulled off and her breasts tumbled out. A moment later her panties were removed and she was completely naked in the cage. Embarrassment flooded through her body as she faced the wall, unable to turn around and face her captors.

  “We will need a table. I can’t examine her without a table.” The voice seemed to be the doctor’s once again. Rena tried to look back to see what the commotion was behind her but she soon felt a man’s hand, most likely Riks from the feel of it, pulling her hair taut so that she couldn’t move her head. She was pulled to one side of the cage, held firmly by many hands until she heard the scraping of metal on metal. She strained to see what was being dragged in and only once it was within her field of vision did she realize it was a metal table that had been pushed inside the enclosure and up to the far wall. “Get her on top of it,” she heard the doctor say right before more hands gripped her body and lifted her into the air. Then she was on her back; the ache and moisture between her legs had returned, betraying her body’s pleasure at her submission, and Rena found herself staring at the man in the white coat standing between her legs. When she looked to her sides, she saw the grunts restraining her and Riks looking on, staring at her intensely.

  “Has she had an exam of late?” the doctor poised at her middle asked.

  “I have no idea,” she heard Riks rumble in response. “She just… arrived.”

  “Very well,” the doctor replied, donning a rubber glove first on one hand, then the other. “I’ll have to perform a full examination then.”

  “Whatever you see fit, doctor,” Riks answered, staring at her the whole time.

  Rena felt the discomfort of her arousal plying her body again. There was no reason for it. She wanted nothing more than to find a way to escape, a way to run back to her ship, away from these men. But there was no escaping the hands that held her firmly pressed to the cold steel of the table she was on. All she could do was look on and wait to see what happened next.

  “Part your legs, young woman,” she heard the doctor say.

  Rena tried to free her leg of the hand holding onto it, tried to shake it off in an attempt to lash out at the white-coated man with her foot. But any such movement was impossible. Each twitch of her muscles only made the men grip her more firmly. Slowly, painstakingly, she felt her thighs being spread until her legs were as open as they could get, her pussy completely exposed to the doctor. Another wave of arousal washed through her body and Rena turned her head to one side, hoping she was the only one who had noticed.

  “She is quite aroused,” she heard the doctor say as she felt his finger press at the softness of her core. She winced but no amount of acting could hide the fact that moisture began to seep from her slit. “You mean to take her to the Bani? For breeding?” the doctor asked.

  “That is my intention,” she heard Riks reply.

  “They’ll be happy to have such a creature,” the doctor answered, “if she’s properly trained. They don’t tolerate wild women and this one seems wild enough.” Rena tried to scowl at him, but the position she was in, bared to the entire room, her legs spread and held open by the four dirty grunts, made it difficult to convey anything but shame.

  As the doctor stepped forward, Rena wriggled again, trying hopelessly to free herself of the men’s grasp. But any movement only served to make them tighten their grip and drew their unwanted attention to the moisture dripping from between her legs. As she wriggled one last time, she saw the doctor frown, then glance at his nurse. The woman stepped forward quickly and Rena soon felt a hard, painful slap on each of her sensitive inner thighs. “Hold still,” the doctor grumbled, glowering at her. Setting her jaw, Rena decided to accept her fate for the time being.

  She felt the doctor’s gloved hand touch the swollen outer lips of her pussy. Her body tensed at first at the sensation. She glanced at Riks. He was still staring at her. Not just at the softness between her legs; his eyes were roving along her whole body, devouring her cur
ves. Rena felt the blood rush to her face under his gaze. She tried to turn away, to hide the heat that would betray her embarrassment but there was nowhere to turn. Everywhere she looked, another set of eyes was looking back.

  Pushing the soft folds open, the doctor moved two fingers of his gloved hand inside her and the sound of her own sticky wetness filled the room. Rena tried to keep her jaw clenched, to remain expressionless but a tiny moan escaped her as her lips parted. She closed her eyes, unable to meet anyone’s gaze. She felt the doctor’s fingers moving inside her, felt the ache temporarily relieved for his presence there. Another wave of shame washed over her. How could anyone in their right mind be aroused by this? she wondered.

  “She’s fertile. You’ll have to be careful if you mean to…”

  “I don’t mean to do anything like that,” Riks said with certainty, cutting the doctor off in mid-sentence.

  A small part of her felt relieved at hearing the words. But another part of her, deep beneath the surface, felt an odd regret. She pushed the thought away, not wanting to confront it just then.

  She felt the doctor pull out his gloved fingers, heard the sounds of her wetness closing at his departure.

  “Nurse. Thermometer,” he said, holding out a hand, his words clipped and stern. The nurse rummaged in the small bag hanging at her side, then pulled out a thin glass tube with a tiny display on the side. “I’ll have to do this rectally. It’s the most accurate result.” Rena gasped and writhed again at the doctor’s words. “Lift her bottom up.”

  Rena’s legs were lifted from the table, pulled up and toward her head until she was resting entirely on her back with her bottom in the air, and then she felt hands descending on her still sore cheeks, spreading them open. She glanced over to see Jayne staring at her intently, and Riks too. This had to be the ultimate humiliation. Both her holes were now completely exposed and accessible, to be seen by anyone in the room who cared to look. Between her legs she saw the doctor applying some kind of salve or ointment to the thin shaft of the thermometer and she realized he was lubricating it. As he placed a hand on her ass and pulled her cheeks even further apart, Rena whimpered as she felt her rear hole open.