Given to the Savage(11)

Rowan nodded and did as she was told, not giving the woman the required ‘yes, ma’am’ Silas thought she must have expected.

The doctor raised her eyebrows but that was all. For a moment, Silas feared for the girl’s little bottom. The one with the strap would not go easy on her.

Both doctors went to stand behind Rowan, both donning fresh gloves. A nurse brought over the lubricant. Dr. Nelson took a generous portion and began to slather it around Rowan’s bottom hole. “The anal passage is mostly used for punishment but some breeders find arousal when stimulated here and, as the greater the arousal the greater the chance for conception, we need to test her. Go ahead.”

Silas watched the change in Rowan’s body as soon as her bottom hole was penetrated. He swallowed hard as he watched the two women working behind the pretty girl, his cock hardening at the spectacle. As one probed, the other tested the slickness of the vagina.

“Add a second finger,” she said. “She’s practically leaking onto her thighs.”

“Should we stimulate her clitoris?” Dr. Nelson asked.

“No, not yet. She’s ultimately aroused right now, look at her,” she said. “Nurse, lift the breeder’s head, I want to see her face, her eyes.”

When Rowan’s head was lifted, Silas saw that her lips had parted and her eyes had gone black again. He saw her throat work as she swallowed.

“Add a third finger and then begin clitoral and vaginal stimulation.”

“Oh,” Rowan mouthed and within moments, her knees bent and she was unable to stand on her own as she came again, all the while, the doctors discussing how the walls of her anus as well as her vagina clamped down around the doctor’s fingers and how they would milk the cock of all its seed. When it was over, a nurse was instructed to clean her as the doctors removed their gloves, washed their hands, and discussed their findings.

Commander Norrin smiled and switched on the intercom. “And doctors?”

“She’s ready to be bred, commander.”

“Good. Take her back to her cell. Ready her to leave the colony within the hour.”

The face Rowan turned to him then was one of pure panic if not outright terror. “No,” she said, the sound as if she didn’t realize she spoke the word herself.

Commander Norrin simply smiled and switched off the intercom. Silas watched Rowan’s face before the guards were called to restrain her just as Norrin closed the curtains between the two rooms.





Chapter Three





Rowan’s wrists and ankles were bound once more and she was led through the door and into the corridor where Captain Amro came for her, a look of pure hate on his face.

“I will take her to her cell,” he told the guards, his eyes on her the entire time. “You’re both dismissed.”

Without hesitation, the guards handed her off to the captain who took her arm, his grip even rougher than the others’ had been. Bound as she was, she struggled to keep up with him as he led her naked to a cell two floors up. The cells were individual rooms large enough to fit a narrow mattress and a toilet, without windows and with heavy steel doors. Once inside, Captain Amro locked the door behind them, pocketed his key, and turned to face her. Rowan meanwhile had backed up to the farthest corner of the room.

“What do you want?” she asked. This was not protocol and the look in his eyes only betrayed the evil he would do to her.

The captain’s gaze traveled the length of her body and Rowan lifted her bound wrists up to cover herself. He then rubbed his hand over the crotch of his pants, calling Rowan’s attention to it as he unbuttoned them.

“On your knees, breeder,” he said.

“You cannot. It’s not allowed.”

“I don’t see anyone here who is going to stop me, do you?” he asked with a wicked grin, releasing his cock. “We’ll start with a good old face fucking before I take your virginity. That brute you’re being given to will tear through it. Think of this gesture as a gift,” he said, stroking his narrow length. “Knees,” he repeated, stepping closer.

“Please don’t,” she begged. “Please.”

“Whore,” he muttered. He stepped forward and, with a handful of hair, pushed her to her knees and pulled her head forward toward his crotch.

Rowan tried to turn her face, the stench of him too revolting to bear. No savage could be worse than this beast of a man. She heard the key in the door just as he must have because he pulled her head backward, but not soon enough. When the heavy steel door was pushed open, Silas’ large form filled the doorway and she just glimpsed Commander Norrin and the guards behind him before Silas took one look at her, another at Captain Amro with his pants down, his hand still gripping her hair painfully, and charged him. When the captain released, her, she fell backward and watched Silas shove him into the wall by his neck.