Naturally, this made for very painful mating for the female ducks, who didn’t seem to enjoy copulation and actively tried to avoid it, at least according to the article. It also said that something like 93% of duck sex was forced—not a great track record for any animal, sentient or not, Bobbi thought.
She wondered now if the lizard people of Saurous were anything like the ducks of her own home planet. If what she was seeing projected from the curving screen was accurate, she thought they might be.
The female Saurian was still leaning over the table with her legs spread and now the male Saurian was inserting the sharp, pyramid-shaped head of his cock into her dry, narrow slit. As he entered—literally screwing himself into her—she lifted her head and let out a long, eerie howl.
“Oooooo! Ooooo! Your spike is so sharp! You are piercing me so deeply!” she howled.
“Take it, bitch!” the male Saurian growled, his forked tongue lashing. “Take my spike deep in your slit! Going to fertilize all your eggs tonight!”
Then he began hammering in and out of her with a brutal, twisting motion of his hips, making a deep grunting sound that reminded Bobbi of a pig rooting around in mud.
The display was disgusting but, as a Xeno-Cultural Anthropologist, she had to admit that she also found it fascinating. Was this scenario indicative of normal sexual practices among the Saurians? Or was it some kind of sick rape and domination fantasy, aimed at males to make them feel more powerful and macho, like the rough sex vids found on the Internet back on Earth?
She could only hope it was the latter since, as awful as it was, assuming this little fantasy was the norm for this culture, certainly didn’t bode well for female Saurians. She continued to watch, with a disgusted kind of academic interest as the two lizard people kept at it.
“Take it! Take my spike deep in your slit, you little whore! Ungh! Ungh!” the male grunted.
“Oooooo! Oooooo! My vaginal slit can barely contain your enormous spike! I can feel you piercing my egg sac! Oooooo!” the female wailed, bracing herself on the table which was rocking and thumping in time to the rhythmic thrusts.
Between all the grunting and howling and moaning and thumping, Bobbi almost missed the sound of the door unlocking. When she heard the clicking sound, however, she sat up straight on the hard couch.
“She’s in here, Mother Tizlah,” she heard Dragon saying. “Thank you for making her a posset.”
“Of course, Son—it is the least I can do, considering you have never Claimed a female before,” a female voice answered him.
It belatedly occurred to Bobbi that the bizarre program she was watching was the Saurian version of porn. And she was about to be caught watching it by Dragon’s mom.
Of course, it wasn’t like he was her boyfriend or fiancé or anything—he was her freaking kidnapper for God’s sake! But Bobbi still didn’t want to be caught by his mom—by anyone’s mom for that matter—watching porn!
She fumbled with the remote ball again, trying to change the channel. But it was so cold in the room, her fingertips had gone numb. The heavy ball slipped from her hands and landed with a heavy thump on the tiled floor. Worse, it seemed to have landed on the volume button.
The chorus of grunts and howls and moans got exponentially louder and when she looked up, Bobbi saw—to her horror—that the projected image had gotten bigger too—a lot bigger.
The Saurian figures—which had been about half life-sized to start with—were now four times as big. They filled the entire space between the couch and the curved screen with their enormous forms and the camera had zoomed in on the below-the-belt action going on.
Bobbi watched in horror as the Saurian male’s enormous, two-foot-long, corkscrew dong shoved ruthlessly into the Saurian female’s vaginal slit, which was now as big as her head. Oh God, she had to do something before the door opened!
Falling to her knees, she fumbled for the remote ball, pressing all the buttons as fast as she could, trying desperately to change the channel.
But all her frantic pressing did no good. The Saurian TV seemed to be stuck on the porn channel. All she managed to do was turn up the volume again.
“Ooooo! Ooooo!” the female Saurian wailed like a fire alarm.
“Take my spike in your tight little slit!” the male Saurian thundered.
And just at that moment, the door opened and Dragon came in with an older female Saurian right behind him. The older female was holding a steaming mug in her scaly hands.
Both of them stopped dead when they saw what was being projected from the curving screen.
14
Bobbi had never been so embarrassed in all her life—she could feel herself blushing all over—her face was probably as red as her hair!