Rimnor Breeding Project: Kazphyrian Series Bk 5
Kazphyrian Series

Excerpt

“Watch her legs, you worthless slime!” one of the short, hairy managers shouted at the three guards who were trying in vain to grasp at Valka PeshKirmin’s advancing form.

Too late! With tremendous force, Valka’s bare foot connected with the chest of the hapless guard unlucky enough to take his gaze from her for even a moment. Inwardly she smiled upon hearing the pained whoosh of air escaping him as he thudded backward and hit the concrete floor of the small barrack room. However, she never took her thoughts or vision away from the other guards who thought to catch her unawares and defenseless.

Naked though she was, she’d not let that deter her from putting up a courageous fight. She might be a captive on this Jardem-forsaken forest planet, but Valka would be damned if she would surrender easily to this cravenly plan they had set for her. They’d not given her a detailed explanation on why they were trying to move her to these new barracks. From what forbidden rumors she’d heard, she had a good idea: to breed her to some nameless, faceless male for the purpose of obtaining another specimen. As the high princess of the country of Zorase on the distant planet of Kazphyr, she would fight this end to her death. The moment they’d released her from her chains to transfer her to the small bed, she’d whirled on them, using her full body strength to shove through the wall of male beings determined to see her chained to it. Valka would not meekly allow herself to be used in such a way.

Now, for the moment, she tasted the sweetness of having the upper hand. Without giving the downed guard time to recover, Valka spun around and propelled her body weight toward her next closest adversary. It did surprise her they did not just pull a deneurolizer on her, despite the fact that each guard had the compact black wandlike weapon strapped to their utility belts. She’d seen its effects before. All it took was one zap to have the recipient crashing down, ending prostrate and motionless on the ground. Stars help them if something hard and immovable got in the way on their journey down.

From the time she arrived on this planet, she was made aware they had a plan for her, and one which did not include her maiming or death.

Valka roared a battle cry from the depths of her chest. She watched as her opponent’s eyes got as big as saucers, his slack-jawed expression priceless, before she flew toward him and gave him a double foot slap, and ended with shoving her foot into his face. She landed lightly, only giving him enough attention to see him soar through the air and crash into the solitary bed. Before giving up her advantage, she turned her attention to the last guard still standing.

She bobbed on the balls of her feet, her fists clenched, dragging in short breaths, getting ready for another approach. This time all she had to do was open her hands, motioning the male to come near her, for his eyes to widen. He was afraid of her, which he should be, if he knew what was good for him.

“ Fools!” she heard a female cry from the doorway. “What are you doing?”

“ She’s resisting,” the male manager, who’d wisely kept a safe distance from Valka, told the female angrily.

Valka didn’t wait for another word, before lunging forward and kicking the last guard first in the groin, then knocking him to the floor with one well-aimed blow to the face with her fist. She had put all her power behind that punch, and heard the satisfying crunch of bone and a wild bellow as the cretin’s body slammed to the concrete floor.

“ Get reinforcements!” the female shouted to one of the slowly rising guards. Both she and the male manager warily circled Valka, albeit at a safe distance from her lethal feet. Then the female spoke again, trying to keep her voice calm, “C-20, you tempt punishment by your actions. As of yet, you have not felt the sting of the governor’s whip. But heed me well, such a thing will not be pleasant. You will be lucky to make it out of his palace alive after this.”

Replying in the newly learned language of her captors, Valka returned, “Did you believe such a thought would stop me?”

The female grimaced. “I had hoped you would see sense. We take special care of our breeding slaves on Cikor-Rimnor. Most of our nonbreeding slaves wish they could be elevated to such a station just for the preferential treatment they would receive.”

Not a very good reasoning tactic to use on a warrior, despite her being a female.

“ I have done the jobs your race has impressed upon me,” Valka reminded the woman. Her voice did not betray her inner turmoil, her strict training in keeping her emotions hidden coming to the fore. Despite her agitation and the thundering of her heart, her calm voice surprised even her. “But this is one duty I will not endure.”

She watched keenly the actions of the players in this new scenario. While the female escort and the manager continued to circle her, two of the downed guards were dragging themselves up from their prostrate positions where she’d flung them. It was certain she could not keep up this fight, since from the female’s words they were calling in reinforcements. The thought brought to mind the day she’d been ambushed, abducted, and sent to this Jardem-hell of a planet. A planet whose occupants stripped her of her name and her station in life. However, despite reducing her to the level of captive and slave, they would not rob her of her pride in who she was and where she came from. This was one of the reasons she would fight to the end of her capabilities to prevent them from reducing her to a breeding vessel for whatever nefarious purposes they had in mind.

The female escort considered Valka carefully. “Do you not realize once you accomplish what we have brought you here to do, you will have much lighter duties than those you’ve had up to this point? It was our thought that telling you what was in store for you would ease your anxiety.”

Valka’s eyes narrowed. “Not likely,” she told her. Actually, she wanted to laugh. She would scrub floors until her knees bled rather than subject herself to what they had planned for her. How could she get this reasoning across to these creatures? Although nothing she’d heard gave the purpose behind this rumored venture, she knew it could not be good, since they were using such heinous actions to bring it about.

“ It would be much easier if you just give up, C-20,” the female escort tried to coax her.

Valka grimaced. “I cannot. So if you are determined to force me to it, you must subdue me. For I will not do it willingly,” she warned her. Even as she said the last words, Valka heard the pounding steps of the guards running to the rescue. Their rescue not hers.

When three ’droid guards came through the door, she knew she would be no match for them. Nevertheless, fight them she would. As she prepared herself, bouncing on the balls of her feet, waiting for them to come near her, she heard the female escort remind them, “Subdue her. However, she is not to be harmed. It will be your heads if anything happens to this slave.”

As the guards surrounded her, Valka made one last lunge to fight her nearest opponent. It was all too much. All the guards present and able converged upon her, doing their best to avoid her lashing feet and fists. Although she managed to send two guards flying again, there were just too many for her to keep her eyes on them all. Finally, despite her trying to gather more strength, they overwhelmed her, grabbing her and wrestling her thrashing body over to the small bed and chains, which waited on the far wall.

Resist though she might, in the end brute strength won over agility and quickness. Once the battle was over, the males held her down, while the female escort and manager bound her with the chains.

“ Give me this. Give me that,” the female instructed impatiently, indicating something the manager held.

Valka shouted and cursed, for once unable to hide her fury from her captors. “Jardem curse your miserable race!”

She heard the manager say, “Should we drug her?” His tone of voice clearly spoke of his distrust of the security of her bonds, even though they were rocled steel chains.

Valka’s gaze swung to the female he’d asked the question of. To her relief she saw her shake her head. “No, I do not think it wise. However, I do think we should gag her. Although she knows talking between slaves is discouraged, she may give her stud problems. It is best we let S-1 have the upper hand in this first time between them.”

S-1. So, this simply named male was to be the one to do the deed, then. Valka wished she could dispel the fear she felt. Despite being a warrior, she was still inexperienced in the ways of males. Her virginity something she’d been determined to save for her life mate. She swallowed harshly once, as she saw them coming toward her with a cloth to gag her and ensure her silence. Jardem help me! Despite her cry to the long-worshiped God of her planet, the female shoved the cloth into her mouth, effectively cutting off all means of communication for her. While using the ends to tie it securely around her head, the female motioned the guards to finally release their hold on her.

She knew there was no escape, but still she pulled against her tethers, wishing she had enough superbeing strength to rip her chains from the bedposts.

She was well and truly bound, with nothing else for her but the agony of the wait. To make it much worse, her gaze flew to the female, as they were about to step back into the hallway, who said, “Smother the lights.” Stars in the Heavens! Darkness would make the waiting much worse than she ever imagined.

So, with terror slowly creeping into her mind, Valka waited for the male destined to alter her life forever. The male who would invade her body and take from her the prize she’d meant to save for her true life mate.