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Breeders
India Masters
Alena Hyde is on a mission to deliver badly needed humanitarian aid to the people of Serak V.
Commander Griel Ruzak can’t believe his eyes when the beautiful Captain Hyde hails him, requesting permission to land. She is an answer to their prayers. Not only does she bring much needed medical aid, she and her crew offer the men of Serak the means to repopulate a planet devastated by a disease that killed their women.
To Alena’s shock and dismay, she wakes from a crash landing to find herself naked and trussed like a chicken. Ruzak makes his intentions clear. All the women traveling with her will become breeders for his men. She, he informs her, will be his. While she’s still bound, he uses his two cocks to pleasure her in ways she never imagined.
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Electronic book publication March 2011
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Chapter One
“Hell’s fucking bells,” Alena Hyde yelped as she was once more thrown against the heavy polymer tube that held her in cryo-sleep. At least she was supposed to be in cryo-sleep, but that wasn’t the case. The ship bucked and pitched, tossing her around like a finch in a cyclone. At this rate, she’d be lucky if she survived long enough to shake off the drugging sleep and make it to the bridge. The ship pitched once more, throwing her against the high-impact translucent tube. She flung her hand out to brace herself and the tube responded to her handprint, sliding sideways. The ship bucked once more and she was hurled from her resting place. Damn, and she’d been having the most wonderful erotic dream.
Another dip sent her skidding across the floor and into the base of her personal control station. With a vicious curse, she hauled herself into her chair and strapped herself in so she could keep her seat. With the slap of her hand against the screen, she shouted into the comm., “Computer. Damage assessment.”
“Shields intact. Life-support online. Cryo-sleep units disengaged. All life forces fully functional.”
“Injuries?”
“Minimal.”
The ship dropped precipitously. “That won’t last long if we don’t get out of this storm. Engage screen and let’s see what’s going on out there.”
The vid screen lit up and Alena gasped. They were in the middle of a solar windstorm of epic proportions. A major shift in wind direction could very well propel them farther from their original destination. If it hadn’t already.
“Computer—location.”
“Approaching the leading edge of the Sarcor system.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Serak is on the other side of this system. Engage jump drive.”
Well, this would put The Serendipity to the test. And, after all, it was what she’d signed on for—despite the many months of cryo-sleep involved. And why not? She had no family, nor did the women who served under her. Orphans one and all, they lived for adventure, and traveling to a distant star system definitely qualified. Besides, it was good public relations. They’d be heroes for delivering humanitarian aid to a disease-ravaged planet. It would make her a star in highly competitive field where women were believed to lack the physical stamina for long-distance cryo-travel. She’d show them that women were just as cap—
“Use of the jump drive will significantly deplete remaining power sources, Captain.”
Or not. Alena exhaled a frustrated puff of breath and shook her head. “No choice. This storm’s too powerful. Override auxiliary power and engage jump drive.” She keyed the ship-wide comm system.
“Good morning people, this is your captain speaking. We’re in the middle of a solar windstorm. Please secure your tray tables and make sure your seats are in the upright position.” She could almost see her first mate rolling her eyes as she made light of their precarious situation. “Buckle up and hang on to your asses, folks. Engaging jump drive in five…four…three…two… Engaging jump drive.”
Ordinarily making the jump into hyperspace was a smooth process, but the ferocity of the winds made the ship shudder and groan until it achieved a speed greater than the wind itself. Giving the computer the order to disengage faster-than-light speed when they cleared the storm, Alena unbuckled and took a quick solar shower, muttering to herself as she stood beneath the bright, cleansing light. It would be good to get someplace where should could take a real bath, in real water. She dressed and left her quarters, heading for the communal area. Passengers and crew would be gathering and want to know what was going on.
* * * * *
As expected, Alena was greeted with a barrage of questions. She held up her hands and the room quieted.
“To answer your questions, the ship encountered a violent solar windstorm. The computers shut down several systems in order to conserve power—one of those systems being cryogenics.”
“Where are we?” one of the doctors asked.
“When I engaged the jump drive, we were approaching the leading edge of the Sarcor system.” She crossed the room to the bank of replicators and programmed a cup of coffee, then turned to face the group. “Having said that, jumping to faster-than-light speed used a significant amount of energy, and that could make our descent into Serak V airspace a little tricky.”
An older man stepped forward, the sparse gray hair of his combover scrunched at an odd angle.
“Tricky how, Captain?”
Alena blew over the rim of her cup to cool her beverage. “Well.” She stretched the word out. “As in it’s going to be a bumpy landing so everyone needs to make sure their belongings are well secured.” She searched for her second-in-command. “Which reminds me, Silia. You’ll need to put together a team to check the cargo hold. Everything should be secure but we took a pretty good beating before cryo shutdown, so let’s make sure we didn’t lose anything.”
“Aye, Captain.” Silia pointed at several women and they filed out of the room.
“Everyone else, get yourselves something to eat and enjoy the time off. We don’t know what we’re going to find when we get to Serak V.”
Alena waited until the passengers and crew secured their food and then programmed her own order. She hated eating replicated food. It wasn’t that it didn’t taste good, it was a texture issue. A replicated rib eye steak was a sorry second to the real thing. Most of the meats lacked some indefinable characteristic that made the meal less than palatable to her mind. They weren’t rubbery, exactly, nor spongy. It was more like a combination of those two textures. And there was no juice. How could a body eat a steak that wasn’t juicy? So she programmed a generous portion of oatmeal with raisins, walnuts, brown sugar and a small measure of milk and took a seat at a table with her crew.
“So. How’s everybody doing? No ill-effects from cryo?” She scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal.
“Good, Captain,” Tempest, a diminutive redhead assured her. “A little groggy but getting tossed out of the tube woke me right up.”
Alena laughed. “Yeah. Woke me up too. Glad everyone’s okay.” She made a point of making eye contact with each person at the table. “Look, I wasn’t kidding when I said the landing could be bumpy. We’re dangerously low on fuel. The computer is systematically searching for systems that can go offline so we can conserve energy. I’m going to need you all to make sure the passengers stow their gear safely so nobody loses a limb or gets their head knocked off when we touch down.”
“It’s going to be that bad?” the little redhead asked.
Alena shrugged, hoping her explanation wouldn’t scare the crewmember. “It’ll probably be a bounce and slide. We should make it into Serak airspace without any problems, but it remains to be seen how well the reverse thrusters will work to slow us down. Just prepare yourselves and make sure the passengers are doing what they need to do. We should be dropping out of FTL any time now.”
As if she’d ordered it to come to pass, the ship slowed noticeably. T
“Well, there you go. We should be in Serak airspace in under an hour.” She appointed three crewmembers to do a quick survey of the passenger spaces once everyone had finished eating and sent everyone else to their stations. “I’m off to the bridge.”
* * * * *
Ruzak nearly fell out of his seat when the comm chimed. They’d been told the crew of a transport freighter was en route with doctors and supplies, but assumed the ship had been warned off when people on Serak started dying en masse. He sat up, gave himself a moment to gather his wits, then opened the connection. And his breath caught in his throat. The woman on the vid screen was strikingly attractive in a foreign kind of way.
“Serak V control, be advised this is Captain Hyde of the Earth ship, Serendipity. We are approaching your airspace and seek permission to land.”
Ruzak’s uniform trousers tented painfully. “Greetings, Captain Hyde, and welcome. I am Commander Griel Ruzak. We had lost hope that you would ever arrive.”
The woman’s smile rivaled the brightest sun. “Sorry about that, Commander Ruzak. We encountered a solar windstorm that gave us a good ass-kicking. Knocked the crew and myself out of cryo ahead of time.” Her lips pursed and he could all but feel them close around his cock. Luscious, pink, pouty lips. Wonder if her pussy lips are that color?
“I see. Everyone came through unscathed?”
There was that smile again. “Right as rain, Commander. Just a few bumps and bruises. The…er…trouble might be with our landing. I had to kick Serendipity into FTL to get her out of that storm before we took any more damage, and we’re running dangerously low on fuel. Not sure my reverse thrusters are going to do the job of slowing us down.”
Ruzak smiled. This was going to be easier than he’d imagined. “No worries, Captain. We have a netting system in place. Once you touch down, we can deploy the nets. They’ll surround your vessel and slow you down. It’ll be a quick stop so your crew and passengers will have to strap themselves in tightly. How many are you, Captain?”
“We total fifty in number, sir. Twenty crew and thirty medical staff. I assume you have accommodations for us?”
He hoped his lust wasn’t apparent to the pretty captain. “Of course, Captain.” He studied his GPS system and gave her the safest route to their mountainous control center. He’d have to input their coordinates with exacting precision to keep them from skidding across the land and launching themselves off the side of a cliff. He needed the supplies The Serendipity carried and, more importantly, the revival of the Serak population might well rely on the beautiful captain and any other females on board.
“I’m inputting your coordinates now, Captain. You’ll be penetrating Serakan atmosphere momentarily. As soon as you’re within range, we’ll engage the nets and reel you in.”
“Roger that, Commander. See you on the ground. Hyde out.”
The vid screen went dark. “See you on the ground,” she’d said. “Oh yes, you will, Captain. You’ll see every inch of me and more.”
Ruzak opened the compound comm system. “Garik, report to the communications room immediately. Ulard, I’m sending you a set of coordinates. Input them into the trap net and be ready to launch on my command. Ral, assemble a team. We have company coming with a cargo bay full of supplies to be offloaded. Their ship is low on power so they’ll be coming in fast. We have to trap them as carefully as possible. There are women on board.”
Ruzak swiveled his chair when the door to the comm room slid open. “The transport freighter made it through.” He opened the vid screen and ran it back to show his friend and second-in-command. Captain Hyde’s image materialized on the screen and Ruzak allowed himself to take a long look at her. “If she is fertile, she will produce fine offspring.”
From all appearances, the woman was breeding age. Her dark hair was pulled back from a narrow face with knife-blade cheekbones. Her nose was sharp and straight. But her mouth. Mother of fate, that mouth. It was wide and full lipped, the color of a pink sunset. Her blue-gray eyes were large, almond shaped and tilted slightly upward. There were laugh lines around those spectacular eyes and he thought he would like to be the one to make her laugh. What would it sound like, her laugh?
Garik summoned a grin that was more predatory than pleasant. “So you are claiming her for yourself.” It wasn’t a question.
“Breeder or not, this one is mine. Though I might be inclined to share if you do not find one that pleases you.” Ruzak folded his thick-muscled arms across his massive chest. “But do not worry, my friend. There are fifty humans on board that ship. Some of them are bound to be women. I am sure you will find one worthy of your time and attention. You will oversee the gathering of the crew and passengers.”
A sonic boom rattled the windows of the comm center and Ruzak rose. “Our guests have arrived. Let’s give them a proper welcome.”
* * * * *
The trap net had performed flawlessly but the ship had landed hard. Ruzak and Garik hurried up the ramp and went in search of the bridge. The smell of scorched wiring tinged the air, lending an air of urgency to the tasks before them. He nodded at his men in approval. Already, the cargo was being unloaded and the injured transported to the compound.
Arriving at the bridge, Ruzak and Garik muscled the door open. Captain Hyde and another woman were slumped over a smoldering console.
Ruzak hurried to the captain’s side. “Best hurry and get them out in case the ship goes up in flames.” Her harness was jammed and he reached into his boot, extracting a knife. With two efficient swipes of the razor-sharp blade, the captain was free. He swung her up into his arms, noticing a gash above her right eye. “I’ll meet you in the infirmary.”
Garik grinned as he lifted the other one out of her chair. “This one is mine, Commander.
Ruzak laughed. “You’ve always had a thing for yellow hair. So be it.”
Outside there was chaos. People were injured, though not badly, and Ruzak’s men were separating the women from the men.
“Commander,” one of his soldiers shouted, “there are small fires all over the ship. Permission to assemble a team to put it out, sir.”
The woman in his arms groaned. “Permission granted, Florek. You will be rewarded for you initiative today.” The man nodded and hurried off to assemble his team while Ruzak loped up the hill behind Garik. His own doctors stood at the entrance of the main compound and when Ruzak approached, led the way to the infirmary.
Carefully, as though she were made of glass, Ruzak placed Captain Hyde on an exam table. “Treat her injuries and run the usual DNA panel. I want to know if Earth women are compatible with the Serak. If so, let me know if she’s fertile.”
The doctor ran a scanner over the woman’s pelvic area. “Her tubes have been cut and tied, Commander.”
His head jerked up and he narrowed his eyes. “Can it be undone? Can she be rendered fertile?”
“Of course.”
“Do it. I want her fertile by the time she’s delivered to the lab for testing.”
On the table, the woman who might be his future mate groaned and tried to sit up. His hand on her shoulder easily subdued her.
“What— Why the fuck do you want me fertile?”
Ruzak leaned down. “Because we need breeders, my pet, and you’re going to be mine.”
“The hell you say—” Her eyes rolled back in her head as the doctor sedated her.
Ruzak smoothed away a lock of hair that had escaped from her tight braid. “I’ll say that and more, Captain,” he said. “Just as soon as you’re able.”
Chapter Two
Alena woke in a small white room. The first thing she noticed was the lack of pain. Given the way her face had slammed into the flight console, she should have one hell of a headache. The second thing she noticed was that she was naked. Completely naked and bound to a padded table, spread-eagle with her knees strapped to a cushioned bar.
“What the hell?” She lifted her head and scanned the room. Heated fury washed over her when she spied a man sprawled in a chair in the corner. “What is the meaning of this outrage?”
