Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Just don’t relax too much, a little voice whispered in the back of her head. This is a dangerous place, Ketha and you’re a woman alone.
Alone but not unarmed. She’d managed to procure a small canister of emotion spray or ES, as the weapons dealer had called it. A single blast in the face would stop any attacker dead in his tracks. Ketha intended to keep it on her at all times.
She went to the back of her new ship—which was much nicer and roomier than the old one—and changed into the outfit she’d picked for this encounter. It was a classic Yonnite style dress in a golden yellow shade that went well with her brown skin and brought out her green eyes. The top of it was a beaded bustier which barely covered her nipples. In fact, if she breathed too deeply, the dark arcs of her areolas could be seen peeking out.
The bottom was a split skirt made of diaphanous silk and her panties were a tiny triangle of fabric that matched the bustier. They were even smaller than the pair that Styx had torn off her the last time, not even covering her entire pussy—the start of her slit could be seen peeking above the yellow triangle daringly. The back was nothing but a string which could be pushed out of the way for easy access.
Ketha looked at herself in the 3-D viewer and shivered with lust. The burning desire to be bred had grown inside her until she felt like she would die if she didn’t get pregnant soon! She needed the big Kindred—she just hoped she could find him.
Of course, it wouldn’t do to go out in the spaceport showing so much skin. Over her skimpy yellow dress, she put on a modest gray cloak with a deep hood. This hid her face so she could look out without worrying about anyone recognizing her. Not that she would know anyone at a place like this, but it was good to be careful just in case.
“Well, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” Ketha said aloud and her words seemed to echo back at her.
She had a stab of doubt. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to let the big Kindred breed her and impregnate her instead of going to the Conception Center? If anyone from Yonnie Six found out what she was doing, she’d be shamed and possibly sent into exile. Also, her mother would definitely disown her.
Then she thought again of the blunt, cold nozzle at the Conception Center sliding inside her sex and shivered with distaste. Yes, she decided, she was going to risk it.
Of course, she knew she might be taking an even bigger risk—the risk that she would have a son instead of a daughter—but she’d done what she could to mitigate that. She’d bought a special medication from an underground pharmacy which was supposed to ensure only a female baby could be conceived.
Ketha had heard about the medication from a friend of a friend at a party. She’d been whispering about someone who actually fucked her bodyslave instead of “giving him the rod”, which was the Yonnie euphemism for strapping on a phallus and taking a bodyslave in his rear.
At the time, Ketha had been shocked by such an idea. Everyone knew a true Yonnite Mistress never allowed a male to penetrate her in any way! But her encounter with Styx had changed her mind. Or maybe it was the fertility drugs that were tormenting her so relentlessly.
But for whatever reason, she was determined to do this—she had promised her mother she would get pregnant, but she wasn’t going to do it at a Conception Center. And she supposed she would just raise the baby on her own—it would be difficult but she could manage.
Taking a deep breath and a firm grip on the can of Emotion Spray, Ketha left her ship in search of a sexual adventure she was sure she would never forget.
She had no idea of how much trouble she was about to get into.
9
KETHA
The inside of the Ceinex Five Spaceport was grubby and grimy—it looked ancient, with cracks in the rounded walls and broken tiles on the floor. Ketha wasn’t sure how old it actually was and she didn’t care that it was dirty as long as she felt safe.
All around her she saw alien males, drinking at the various cantinas and arguing and bargaining at the vendor stalls which lined the walls of the cylindrical station. She wondered which one of the vendors might be Fry’nox. The name sounded vaguely Blurbian so she kept her eyes peeled for any males who might fit that description.
Blurbians had blobby blue bodies and broad paw-like hands with eight stubby fingers apiece. Their facial features were puffy and they wore loose-fitting clothing so as not to chafe their sensitive skin. The overall effect was that of a being made of some sweet confection that had been out in the sun too long and was slowly melting. In fact, the only part of a Blurbian that wasn’t loose and blobby was their hair.