Breeder by Cara Bristol
To secure his legacy, Commander Dak, a
ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra, a breeder slave. He intends to
impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner.
As Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, he begins to question
the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command
and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.
Warning: Breeder contains M/F
and M/M sexual practices and domestic discipline.
Cara Bristol has been writing
since she could put a pen to paper, and she has written everything from
mainstream long and short fiction to nonfiction magazine and newspaper
articles. She sold her first erotic romance in 2009 and never looked back. Now
multi-published, she has nine erotic romances and two anthologies to her name.
The author of the popular Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series, Cara
writes spanking fiction most often, but her published works also include
contemporary and paranormal erotic romances. Breeder is her first science
fiction novel, which she is considering making into a series.
Author Links:
Website address: http://carabristol.com
Website address: http://carabristol.com
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Excerpt
If not for the sneeze, Dak would have exited the musty, dank
corridor. But the muffled sound caught his attention. When he squinted into the
darkened cell, he spotted a female crouched on a straw mat in the corner. He
hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment Facility; the
habitation unit had appeared empty.
Dak turned to the BCF director and sighed.
“What about her?”
The beta’s already crooked mouth drooped
farther in distaste. “My apologies, Commander. You don’t want that one.”
Sival’s disparagement piqued Dak’s
interest. The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders
he’d preselected for inspection had rated close to satisfactory.
“I would
like to see her,” Dak insisted.
“Very
well, Commander.” Sival saluted and opened the habitation cell with a master
entry card. Dak stepped into the small enclosure. The director followed, and
the metal gate clanked shut.
The naked female drew into a tighter ball
and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. Other breeders had
preened as soon as they’d noticed him and his chest-insignia identification. He
wasn’t just an alpha. He was the Alpha.
This breeder’s lack of respect and failure
to adhere to Protocol by acknowledging his presence struck him as odd. Dak
frowned. “Is she mentally deficient?”
Sival tightened his lips. “No, stubborn,
ill behaved. She would not befit an Alpha Commander.” He nudged the female’s
hip with the toe of his boot. “Rise to your feet.” She did not respond, and he
moved to prod her again. Dak forestalled him with a wave and grasped the
female’s arm.
“You
will stand.” He hauled her upright. She averted her face, so he grabbed her
chin and forced her to look at him. Tangled hair the color of black heating
stones fell back from an oval face to reveal eyes like the Parseon moon. The
glimmer of intelligence that sparked within the violet depths aroused his
interest more than anything else he’d seen so far. Nature had bestowed the
Parseon people with an exceptionally strong immune system so that they rarely
required medical intervention, but breeders by nature were weak, and so many of
the ones he’d seen had seemed dull or ill or both. This one’s skin, when
unsmudged by grime and dirt, probably glowed like the pale sands of the Ospian
Sea. He supposed, as breeders went, she wasn’t unattractive, although the
stench emanating from her was. His beta would throw a fit if he dragged such a
creature into their domicile.
“Why is
she so filthy?” he asked.
“She
refuses to bathe.”
As Dak scrutinized her facial features for
shape and symmetry, he noted little imperfection or dysgenics other than her
lack of hygiene and her gender. When cleaned up, she would please the eye, but
to bear his sons, it mattered more that she be healthy and strong.
He released her face, stepped back, and
assessed her from head to toe. He exceeded the height of most males, alphas
included, while she stood smaller than the average female. The top of her head
failed to even meet his shoulder. She was thinner than other breeders too,
although her chest bore an abundance of fatty breast tissue. In the chill of
the cell, her nipples had puckered to hard points. Despite the coolness, he was
experiencing a rise in temperature. A dormant lust chose that moment to kindle,
causing heat to coil in his abdomen and groin. He could not remember the last
time he’d experienced such a spontaneous reaction—if he ever had. With the pads
of his fingers, he probed the sides of her neck for swollen areas. The way she
trembled under his touch aroused a sliver of sympathy. Breeders lacked courage,
and uncertainty frightened them. Not all alphas and their betas treated
breeders well. If he chose her, she would be adequately fed and housed. His
command consumed his time and energy, which left his beta alone for long
stretches. A breeder would relieve Corren of household chores and provide him
with a physical outlet as well.
“What is
she called?” Dak asked.
“Her
sire named her Omra.”
Peace, it meant.
He parted Omra’s lips with his fingers and
slipped a digit into her mouth, running it along her upper gum line to check
the solidness of her teeth. At a flash in her eyes, he jerked his hand away a
centisecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that her incisor only
grazed the tip of his finger.
Sival’s face reddened. “Commander, I
apologize. I will have her flogged.”
“Unnecessary.
I will take care of it.” He unclipped the sudon from
his belt.
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