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Chapter
8 The
Littan
Kara nervousness
increased. She had been waiting
in the opulent bedroom for more than an hour attended by several of the eunuch
guards. Around her hundreds of
candles burned in crystal mirrored fixtures scattering their light about
the room. The Littan was coming
for her and she was as edgy as the most naïve
virgin. During her week long
recovery period she had been given the opportunity to talk to the other women
in the harem. She had not been
able to discover much of anything about the Littan and that was what made
her nervous. Women normally talked
about such things, but those that Kara talked to had clammed up whenever
she tried to find out anything about their lord and
master. That suggested a respect
for his privacy that went beyond the
ordinary. It was clear that all
of the members of his harem, including Falana were quite afraid of
him. And so now she waited, wondering
what fate awaited her.
As ordered, she reclined seductively on the
bed, dressed in only the ropes of gem-studded gold jewellery that had been
fastened to her body by the numerous
piercing. She wasn’t at
all comfortable and suspected that she was probably being watched from behind
the ornate stone screen that made up one wall of the
room. The thought kept occurring
to her that being forced to have sex with dozens of gold chains attached
to her body would not be a pleasant experience even if it was
consensual. There seemed
too great a likelihood that in the throes of passion (or perhaps pain) one
of them would snag on something and be torn
loose.
She wondered why her meeting with the Littan
had been delayed. Falana had
inspected her after five days.
As predicted the wounds inflicted
during the piercings had healed, but for some reason Falana was not
satisfied. After thoroughly examining
her, including using a couple of techniques that mystified her, she declared
that Kara needed more time. After
that she was checked every day until finally Falana had declared her fit
enough to meet with the Littan. Now
she waited, wondering what new and possibly terrifying ordeal awaited
her.
The door to the bedroom swung opened and the
Littan entered. Or at least Kara
supposed he was the Littan. As
on the day at the slave market he was carried on a litter by eight eunuchs
and was concealed from sight by elaborate robes and a veil that masked his
face. As Kara watched, wondering
what she was supposed to do the litter was lowered and the Littan swung
gracefully to the floor.
Kara waited in the middle of the bed as she
had been instructed by Falana. It
seemed a strange way for a slave to greet her master, but that is what she
had been ordered to do, and she would not have been comfortable groveling
before the Littan on her hands and knees in any
case. She felt very vulnerable
now that her lord and master had arrived.
From behind his veil she could imagine his eyes sweeping over her
naked body, devouring every delicious curve and savouring the sexual feast
to come.
“I’ve got to stop thinking like
that,” she told herself, biting her lower
lip. “I’m becoming
aroused.”
The eunuchs who had been waiting with her
now went into action. To Kara’s
surprise and consternation they closed in around her and before she could
object, smoothly attached gold bracelets to her wrists and
ankles. The problem was that
the bracelets were connected to chains, which the eunuchs proceeded to fasten
to rings located at the four corners of the
bed. Although the chains were
not pulled tight, Kara was effectively
shackled. She could move her
arms and legs only a couple of feet in any
direction. Old fears surged within
her. She had been in this position
too many times before.
As son as the eunuchs had finished fettering
her to the bed, they left the room, the litter bearers
following. Kara was alone with
the Littan. She immediately went
on the offensive.
“Why have you done this?” she
demanded. “This is no way
to treat a stranger. I should
have been given help, not sold like some farm animal simply to suit your
desires.”
“You have spirit,” said the Littan
from behind his veil. “That
is good. It shows that I chose
wisely.”
Kara froze at the sound of the
voice. The way that the words
were formed seemed most unnatural, almost as if the Littan’s vocal cords
and mouth were not properly formed.
A horrible suspicion came into her
mind. She remembered what had
happened to her when she had first been transported to
Zhim. She had landed in the hands
of the Bermaghi. What if the
Littan was something like them?
“What do you want me for?” Kara
asked, as if the answer was not already painfully
obvious. This time the Littan
did not answer. Instead he began
to unlace his robe.
Kara gasped; the hands that extended from
the sleeves of the robe had six fingers.
“Oh no,” she thought as the robe parted and the Littan removed
his hood and veil. The Littan
was clearly not human, and now Kara understood why Falana and the other members
of the harem were so afraid of him.
The Littan was powerfully built, his muscles
bunched in a way that suggested tremendous
strength. But it was not his
body that sent a shudder through Kara, it was his face and the lower portion
of his anatomy. Large boar-like tusks thrust up from his lower jaw, explaining
his strange speech pattern. The
huge teeth, wide nose, and gleaming red eyes gave him an alien aspect that
was truly frightening. The face
almost seemed familiar and Kara remembered now that she had seen masks from
“So now you know my secret,” the
Littan said. “And you know
what I want of you. Tonight you
and I will produce a child; a very special child, born of two alien
races. I see that you are not
of this world any more than I am.
It will be most interesting to see what we can
conceive.”
“A child?” Kara
exclaimed. “No, such a thing
would be monstrous.”
“No more monstrous than those that I
have already made with Falana and the others I have
impregnated. I have waited ten
full days for you to be ready and now Falana tells me that you
are.”
“What do you mean?” Kara asked,
stalling for time. She knew full
well what the Littan meant. She
had detected the signs herself in the increased tenderness of her breasts,
and quite noticeable menstrual cramps.
“You are
ovulating. Your womb has made
ready to receive my seed. Tonight
you will have the honour of conceiving my child.”
“No,” Kara
protested. “Why would you
want to do this? Such a union
is most unnatural.”
“Perhaps to you,” the Littan
replied. “But my species
has spread itself throughout the galaxy due to its ability to interbreed
with other humanoids. I have
already fathered hundreds of children on this
planet. But mating with you will
be very special. I shall be most
interested to discover what your origins
are. Perhaps I will visit your
home world as well if all the women are as beautiful as you
are.”
“My planet was destroyed when I was an
infant,” Kara said. Completely
in the power of the alien and unsure of whether she could escape she wanted
to make sure that he did not trace her origins to
Earth. It was the truth in any
case. Her true home had been
destroyed.
“A pity if that is true,” replied
the alien. “But you must
have come from somewhere. It
is fortunate that I have all the time I need to find out where that
is.” He finished speaking
and climbed onto the bed. Kara
immediately struggled to escape.
“It would be best if you lie still,”
the Littan said. “I shall
try to cause you as little pain as
possible. You are a strong young
woman. A little pain will not
hurt you.”
“No,” Kara whimpered as he slid
between her velvet thighs.
“It is not natural. Do
not do this.”
“Shush,” the Littan
replied. Sliding his hands beneath
the small of her back he prepared to enter her.
“No!
Aaagghhh!” Kara
screamed as the alien’s barbed shaft slid into the warm depths of her
pleasure palace. He split her
wide, the barbs digging into her moist flesh as he thrust deep within
her.
“Nnnnngggghhhh!” The
Littan was much too large to enter her in one
go. He drove hard into her and
then pulled back for a deeper thrust.
When he did the devilish barbs shredded her love
tunnel. Kara screamed in agony,
her body writhing in torment; twisting desperately in a futile effort to
escape the sexual torture. Breasts
bouncing, hair flying, and bathed in sweat, she heaved her powerful body,
while the Littan rode her to exhaustion.
Grunting with animal desire the alien shot his slimy seed into her
and then seemingly driven mad by passion he sank his two immense fangs into
Kara’s breasts.
She screamed anew at this sudden new pain,
but still transfixed by the Littan could do no more than arch her
back. Rising from her breasts,
his fangs dripping blood, the alien began all over again, thrusting in and
out of her furiously with no regard to her screams or protests, until finally
in a red haze of pain Kara fainted.
She awoke in a cool quiet
room. Falana sat beside her,
bathing her forehead with a damp cloth.
Kara groaned; her loins felt as if she had been
disemboweled.
“Sssshh,” Falana said
soothingly. “Lie quietly
the pain will pass. You have
done well. The Littan is most
pleased with your efforts. He
plans to invite you to his bedchamber again as soon as you are
recovered.”
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