“What is her name?” Silas asked, watching the breeder’s face, her eyes squeezed shut as two nurses rubbed ointment over her bottom and thighs, watched as the stripes began to heal before his eyes. That was the medicine he needed for his people, but it was just one of the reasons he had accepted Commander Norrin’s proposition. In fact, he’d had no choice but to accept when he had learned what he had learned.
“She is called Rowan, but you can change that. She will belong to you, at least for a time. Yours to do with as you please, in exchange, as we discussed,” Commander Norrin finished, both of them watching as Rowan’s eyes flew open. The nurses had stopped their ministrations with the ointment and stood on either side of her pulling her bottom cheeks wide as a doctor squeezed some of that ointment onto her bottom hole and began to rub it in.
“Why was she punished?” Silas asked, feeling his own cock rise as Rowan’s ankle restraints were removed and her knees were forced underneath her before being re-strapped so that she now knelt with her arms stretched over her head, her knees spread wide, her bottom lifted high. One side of her face rested on the table, her gaze turned toward them, her eyes wide and afraid. The table she was bound to was lowered and a nurse rolled in an IV pole upon which was suspended a large, heavy bag with a long tube attached.
Captain Amro did not take his eyes off Rowan as he spoke. “Inciting rebellion that ended with the death of a pregnant breeder. She won’t be easy to manage,” he said, just able to drag his eyes away to glance at Silas, “so you will need to punish her regularly to keep her in check, even more than other breeders I’m afraid,” he said it as if he enjoyed it.
Silas looked down at the shorter man and raised an eyebrow. “Given her size alone, I think I can manage her.”
Commander Norrin smiled but did not intervene in the conversation.
From what Silas knew of the breeders, the colonies had been breeding these women with their own men, but only about ten percent of the female children born carried the breeder gene, and as the breeders were used so thoroughly during the years they were able to reproduce, their average life span was only forty years, about half that of non-breeder women.
As the colony was only interested in keeping female children born with the breeder gene, the unwanted overflow of children who were not taken in by families within the colonies were sent to the settlements. His own settlement had taken some of these children upon birth. A child required food, clothing, shelter, all things many of the colonists were unable or unwilling to give to children who were not even their own. As only breeders were able to birth children and only colonies were permitted to keep breeders, many of the barren women of the settlements happily took on the orphaned children as their own.
Only a few months earlier, at least that is what Commander Norrin had told him, scientists had discovered a gene carried by some of the men who lived outside of the colonies where that ten percent ratio skyrocketed to a startling ninety percent surety that offspring between an outsider and a breeder would produce another breeder. How they had tested their theory, Silas did not want to know.
For a moment, he questioned why he was doing it, why he was standing here watching what he was watching with people whom he despised standing next to him. But the carrot Commander Norrin dangled before his eyes was one he could not ignore.
When he had agreed to Norrin’s proposition, he had decided the only way he would be able to see it through to the end would be to behave as a mercenary, a true savage toward the girl. But looking at her now, witnessing the emotions in her eyes, seeing her fear, her tears, he knew it would be harder than he hoped. His own mixed emotions warred within him, but he had to harden himself now. Too much was at stake, too many lives hung in the balance and he had no choice but to see this through.
He inhaled a deep breath to clear his mind. People would die unless he did this; that was all he needed to remember. When blood samples had been taken from him and the scientists had found that he himself possessed the gene necessary to nearly ensure the birth of more breeders, his village had been surrounded and he had been given one option: produce offspring with the breeder and deliver both her and two breeder children to the colony or risk the extermination of the entire village.
Commander Norrin wanted the appearance of friendly terms and Silas had agreed to take the breeder as long as he would be allowed to return to his settlement with her, not trusting the safety of his people to Commander Norrin’s soldiers. The breeder would belong to him until offspring were produced. At that point, Silas would be free to return both the woman and the children, burdens he neither needed nor wanted in his life, back to the colony.