Before she left Earth, she’d made up her mind. She chose to find out about the queens because they must be like her, special and privileged. She had to find out why only a few females existed in the world of Hezara. As for love, the notion was ludicrous given her status.
From Earth she was sent to Alphabase—the superstructure orbiting the Earth—where scanners examined her anatomy and proved her to be genuine. Rumors always spread that rebellious Earthlings would send cyborgs instead of living beings. She sailed serenely through the inspections and questionings, determined not to reveal anything about her true mission.
The next stage of her journey propelled her through outer space, across the expanse of the galaxy through wormholes and other methods that she didn’t understand, until she arrived at Odesta—a watery planet and fortunately for her, one of the few Hezara planets to have a reproducing queen.
There was an incubator somewhere. How would she find it?
Nobody had told her a thing, especially her chaperone who’d kept her company throughout her journey across the stars. A narrow man with no hair and a missing eye, who although kind, had not shared any useful information with her. She deduced he had been ill, and given that sickness was deemed a weakness, he probably had been given the role as it required no contact with her. He was very hands off and nervous about touching her, as if he might contaminate her.
After the transporter had touched down that morning, the bald man told her she was promised to the twins. He provided her with their names and descriptions, but little other information. She was fortunate that Jago and Kriss were twins, and not triplets or even quads. Alfraya had pointed out during a matter-of-fact briefing that twins would take turns, and if they did work together, it was no hardship having one plug her ass with his cock while the other used her other hole. Alfraya had added that triplets were generally workable, but things became complicated with quads, or the even rarer quins.
“Stamina, of course is an i
ssue. And double penetrations... don’t go so pale, Shayla. I did say extremely rare.” To have been given to heart quads would have truly tested Shayla’s abilities. So, she expected she could manage twins. She took some comfort from one of Alfraya’s parting comments. “The oracle will advise them. It has amassed a huge amount of knowledge on humans and our sensory system. They will find other ways to keep you occupied that will be... enjoyable.” Alfraya had smiled, which was a rare thing.
Her escort—two military droids—transported her to her new home, which was by the edge of a great blue lake. There were many houses like it, lining the hillsides and beyond. The interior was minimalist, clean, vast, and with the exception of the bathroom, there was just one chamber. The curvature of the building accommodated a glass wall—all Hezara homes were crescent shaped and without angles. Beyond the glass, the lake stretched out into the distance, the still waters lapped against the glass. There were fish just below the surface.
There was no bedroom, no separation of space for night or day. The furniture provided in the arc of the habitat was varied, but there was nothing that resembled a bed. On the floor was a scattering of cushions, as if to create a nest, which seemed to make sense to Shayla. No kitchen, but she knew already that Hezarans didn’t cook but relied on nutritional supplements delivered to their doors once a week—food was free.
She’d arrived clothed in a white gown that covered her from neck to ankle. However, on the threshold of the house, the droids insisted she remove it and hand it over. They had no feelings or facial features that moved or reacted, and although she was accustomed to nudity when required, she was uncomfortable undressing in front of them. Their mechanical eyes watched her, unblinking. A robotic hand clawed at the fabric and nearly snatched it out of her hand. It would be easier once they left, which they did—their job done. She’d been delivered in much the same way a package arrived on a doorstep.
Now alone, she inspected the bathroom. The suite included a monsoon shower with multiple heads and two bathtubs—one shallow, one deep. The roof of the bathroom was glazed, allowing sunlight to bounce off the white walls and floor.
As for the occupants, it was apparent the men of Hezara, beyond their work, had no hobbies or secondary occupation. Their chief fascination was feeding their appetite for sex. The house was alright, she decided, in the way a hospital room was functional and impersonal. At least it didn’t look like a prison. But how quickly it might feel like one. She closed her eyes and tried to calm those negative thoughts. The end of the journey brought with it renewed anxieties and with no one to talk to about anything, she was acutely aware that there was not a human anywhere near her, she would have to deal with issues on her own.
Her biggest challenge was the most immediate one—how would she cope with the demands of the Hunger? The wait to find out who she would be joining was torturous.
When the door of the habitat slid open, she swiftly took up position and steadied her trembling hands and hid them behind her back. This was it—there was no escaping her destiny.
* * *
“How may I serve you, Masters?” Shayla knelt at the men’s feet. The intimate inspection had caused a furious pounding of her heart against her breastbone. If only they knew how hard it had been to bend and part her legs, much harder than back at the academy where she had been surrounded by her fellow humans and people she trusted.
Jago was the dark-haired one with the broader shoulders and extra height. He had a brightness in his eyes and she felt his gaze pierce her as he spoke. Kriss was lighter in color and build and moved with athleticism and grace. He had an eager expression, an excitement she expected, but there was something else lurking, something that reminded her that the men of Hezara believed in discipline and unswerving obedience.
Jago kicked off his boots. “I shall enter first. Kriss will observe. You will demonstrate your ability to orgasm. It is our desire to see you come hard when we fuck you.”
She was used to masturbating and usually could orgasm with ease, but this promised to be different. She tried to crush her fears and focus on saying the right things. “Will I require permission to come, sir?”
“You will be punished if you don’t ask. However, Kriss and I are in agreement that you are to take pleasure, so don’t hold back. We are aware that some prefer their girl not to come, but we will reserve this for special occasions and more likely when we Hunger the most. Our Hunger is demanding, controlling, you will learn its nature soon.”
Jago pointed at the nearest chair, a rounded seat with a shallow back. “We will do it over this. Do you require to compose yourself prior to my penetration?”
She clasped her hands tight together. Everything was happening so quickly, almost ridiculously so. But, she could do this. This was exactly what she’d been trained to do—sex with an alien—over and over, until her body was exhausted and spent. However, now with the moment approaching, what would it feel like and how would her body would respond? What if she failed to come?
Her hesitation was noted. Jago leaned down and spoke into her ear. “Is this the first time with a man?”
She nodded. “We used... machines. Artificial phalluses attached to pistons,” she whispered, embarrassed by the description of the apparatus, the cold structure of metal and plastic that fucked her every day so that she was ready for this moment.
Kriss exclaimed, using a word she didn’t recognize. “She’s fresh,” he added. “A fresh woman!”
Jago, who seemed unsurprised by her lack of experience with a real person, hooked his arm under hers and helped her to her feet. “This needs to be special. A fresh human needs taking care of. You shall eat and prepare yourself. There is no rush, is there, Kriss?”
Kriss eased his pants up over his hips and shrugged. “Sure. Let’s make her welcome. She needs to know the rules too.” If he was disappointed with the delay, he didn’t show it.
She’d not expected the interruption, but she welcomed it. She needed something that she’d not anticipated from them—tenderness. If they wanted to, they could take her easily and whenever they wished. However, for some reason, she needed them to appreciate she wasn’t their usual sexdroid. She had genuine feelings.
From out of a sealed box, Jago selected a small package and unwrapped it. He offered her two small slabs of protein, no bigger than a small bar of candy, and a ball of something that resembled paste. The slabs were tasteless, but the ball was sweet and juicy, rather like fruit.