Prince Barrat of Terra is sent to negotiate for peace with the Zytellians, an aggressive, matriarchal species which has conquered much of the known galaxy. Tiryl, the leader of the Zytellians, refuses to negotiate with a male, and she makes Barrat her prisoner instead. She intends to teach him his proper place in her society-as a subordinate whose only purpose is to please women-- and uses every method at her disposal to "retrain" him. Unable to resist her, Barrat finds himself in chains...and in her bed. But when Barrat frees himself, he turns the tables and makes Tiryl his prisoner...and teaches her a lesson that she won't soon forget.
Warnings: Explicit sex, blunt language, themes of dominance, submission, and bondage. Previously published.
Length: Long novella (37,000 words)
Damn it, he should have expected this sort of treachery from the Zytellians. If only he’d been more alert, more suspicious, perhaps he and his men wouldn’t have been captured. Although he had no idea how he could have defended his ship against a weapon they’d never before encountered. And running hadn’t been an option—the huge Zytellian ship was almost certainly capable of higher velocity than the Heron.
Glumly, he admitted to himself that their capture had probably been inevitable from the very start of this mission.
He did not have long to brood over the situation. In another moment, the door irised open, and a woman strode in.
She was clad in a simple black jumpsuit, its unadorned military cut utterly failing to conceal the lush, rounded figure beneath. Her golden hair was drawn up at the back of her head, accenting the fine, lovely bone structure of her face.
She looked very human but for the violet eyes with their cat-like pupils Terran scientists believed Zytellians were anatomically identical to humans but for a few minor details. In fact, most scientists believed the Zytellians were descended from a band of humans that had left Terra in the Diaspora. The belief was that Zytellians were humans whose ancestors had been genetically enhanced.
But based on everything he knew of the Zytellians, he refused to believe they were human. He was more inclined to think of them as monsters.
“So,” the woman said in a voice as sweet and smooth as honey. “You are awake.”
Barrat strained against his manacles, but with no result. He knew enough about the Zytellians to know that a man didn’t want to be alone with a Zytellian female. What they could do to a man, what they eventually did to every man they captured, was appalling. Barbaric. Revolting.
But despite his revulsion, a thin ribbon of thought unfurled in his mind: They say a Zytellian woman can bring a man unbelievable pleasure.
He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and did his best to ignore it.
He didn’t want pleasure at the price she would offer.