Ferris did not wish to leave the beautiful garden he had roamed the whole afternoon. He loved the smell, the view, the trees, and the sounds of the animals, which were plenty. He was so satisfied with all he had received that leaving the orchard seemed painful.

“You’ll be taken to the brothel,” Mora ushered him back into the hall and through another corridor.

He entered the brothel and was surprised. He had the vision of men walking around, talking with the women until the right pair found each other, and they left together. Instead of that exultant hope, Ferris found himself locked up in a cell with a mirror to his back and bars up front. The space was so narrow he could only stand and truly not hide anywhere. He saw many men brought and locked up likewise. On the other side of the viewing room were large monitors and Ferris gazed up at them to find movies playing, equal to the first ones he had been shown shortly after his arrival at Raskayen. There were no sounds to the pictures, but they were enough to draw his attention.

The room, furnished with soft red couches, had small shimmering tables, and soft yellow lamps. Two men in dark green jackets and fitting pants pushed carts with glasses, cups, and jars with a reddish liquid along the rows. They devotedly greeted women entering the facility. They also wore bracelets in different colors.

Ferris wondered if the colors had to match or differ and what their use would be. He knew, though, that it was locked for good and tight enough to stay in place.

Three women walked along the cells. By now, Ferris understood the mirrors. No matter how he stood, they would always see him completely. It was a strange, extraordinary feeling to be regarded as a mating partner on display for everyone. His women on Ryk had loved him. They had not met with him just to copulate, but to share a part of their lives with him. None had been jealous of the other. They were very different, and he had not disappointed one of them.

One woman halted and looked at a place aside the bars of his cell.

Ferris stared at her. “What do you do?”

She turned to him, astonished. “I read your data.” She shrugged and her eyes were narrow slits in a pale face. “And you’re not allowed to ask questions.”

She turned and left for another cell while Ferris clung to the bars, anxious to have made a mistake. No one had told him the rules of the brothel. Fraze had only warned the men to behave the way the women wanted them to behave.

“I waited for this day,” a husky voice said.

He swiveled round.

“Hello, Ferris.”

*

Nervous anticipation filled Ferris. He had looked forward to the moment when the devices would come off, but now that he stood in the mating room and the scientist was to come next, he was anxious as well. Metal bracelets replaced the handcuffs and an additional pair closed around his ankles. The chastity device left with the guards, and for a moment, he only heard his own breathing. Then, as if from a distance, music filled the air, and he strained his ears to listen.

The room, lavishly furnished had a large, broad bed made of carved wood, lushly covered with light brown blankets. It was cool to his careful touch. There were couches, chairs, a small table, a cupboard, and even an oversized bathtub. A pleasant smell rose from the different small bowls filled with dried flowers. The light was dim, almost like sunset, and his eyes still saw every detail clearly.

Ferris smiled bashfully. The scientist had quite a taste.

Mysan entered, closed the door behind her, and exhaled with pure bliss. She smiled, so satisfied to have come here that she did not know what to say.

All thoughts, including his mind, reason, and twenty-five years of experience as a man, vanished from Ferris’s brain. He almost forgot to breathe and could not help but gape at Mysan. He had judged her a beauty upon first sight, but in a nice nothing of underwear, all lace and black and half transparent like a thin cloud, she took his breath away and made his knees buckle.

“You look…surprised.” Her husky voice was too much.

Ferris took a quavering breath and slowly shook his head.

“You mean you’re appalled at my ugliness.”

“Oh, but no, I…” 

“Just kidding.” She got closer. She had looked forward to that moment and chosen her outfit deliberately to stun him. How wonderfully it worked! Mysan put her hands on his shoulders and stole a kiss from his still parted lips. He felt so warm and smooth under her fingers it was amazing.

“Am I allowed to touch you?” The number of hormones outmatched that of his red blood cells at the moment, and his bashed brains spun with images of having sex in thousand varieties.
“They told us—”

“I know. However, allowed is what we want. And I allow you to touch me where you want.”

Given so much freedom suddenly, Ferris got the impression of walking a whole moon whereas they had allowed him only a small island before. Shivering with expectation, he ran his fingers along her shoulders and arms, her flat belly and ribcage. He looked in her eyes, as she got closer for another, more intimate kiss. He put his hands on her buttocks and kneaded her. It was an overwhelming stimulation. He panted. “I never thought it to be like this.”

“Me, too.” Mysan devoured him with her kisses, then slowly, deliberately, let her hands travel down his neck and spine. “Hum, just like I thought it would be.” She nipped his lower lip, smiling impishly. “You’re so good to touch, Ferris.”

“I don’t even know your real name.”

“You know all you need to know.” Mysan gave his balls a soft squeeze that left him gasping.
“On the bed, man from Ryk.” She directed him backward until he sat.

“Why did you put these—”

“Sshh.” Mysan gently urged him to lie down, kissing, and fondling him. She pushed his arms up on the covers.

A soft humming emerged from under the covers, and suddenly Ferris’s arms and legs were drawn and the metal bracelets clanked. Ferris tried to pull his arms down, but could not.

“No! Don’t tie me up! No!”

“Be calm, Ferris.” Mysan caressed his face with her hands. “I will do you no harm. Just relax.”

“But…why?”

“It’s just a game.” She cut off his rebuke by placing a finger on his lips. “You’ll love it.”
Ferris turned his wrists. His trance of emotions dissolved, but then Mysan tickled his nipples with her tongue. He moaned. Her body brushed his and catapulted it to a new height. This was outstanding, and his body reacted immediately and heavily. He wanted her to take him. “Please…” She went down his belly with her teasing, tickling tongue. His heartbeat hurt. He swallowed dryly. He didn’t know what had been done to him aside the prolonged chastity, but he was horny enough for two. “Don’t let me…” She kissed him, shutting off whatever plea he was about to make before she undid her bra and revealed her breasts to his bulging eyes. He wriggled on the sheets. “You’re killing me. By the Gods of Erian, please, I beg of you, let me touch you!”

She whispered a feeling no and gently touched his face with her nipples, drawing a breathless moan. He opened his mouth to kiss her skin, but she withdrew, giggling.
Ferris felt the heat in his cock climb so high it became unbearable. He lifted his head to watch her drop her panties. Her pubic hair was shaven to a perfect V.

“Don’t let me wait any longer. I can’t stand it.”

“Oh, you will.” She ran her tongue down his shaft and, unexpectedly, swallowed his length.

He screamed mad with lust and at the same time feeling tormented to a degree he had never experienced before. He lifted his butt to get more of her hot mouth. The same moment she jerked up her head. Again, Mysan left him dangling between heaven and hell. His body twitched, he clenched his fists, unable to control himself. He was dizzy with excitement, unable to swallow, unable to focus. It was the sweetest torture the scientist could have chosen.
She straddled him, but ignored his hot, hard cock. “Do you want to take me, Ferris?”

He hardly heard her through the pulsing of his blood. “Yes.”

“Will you go down on me forcefully? With all you have?”

He hesitated a moment, insecure of her purpose. “Yes.” His mouth was so terribly dry, and his brain so utterly drained. “If you let me.”

“I do.” She touched a hidden button, and the humming of the electric magnets stopped. Ferris was in control of his arms and legs again. “Do what you want…”

Ferris’s heart raced as he put his hands on her hips and gently pushed her back. He shuddered as his cock moved along her cleft to enter her most easily. Bathed in lust and in his moaning, Mysan kissed him again with a passion none of them had felt for a long time.

“Make it slow.”

He kneaded her butt, grinning like a village idiot. Slow? Hell, he was close to bursting! But he tried.

Mysan moved on him, relishing the most intimate contact. She could not remember ever been so stimulated.

He sat up, adjusted her sweat-covered body over his, and got up, supporting her weight effortlessly.

Mysan smiled with delight and kissed his nose, thoroughly happy with her choice. All efforts and begging had been worth the one night. She stroked the very short hair on his head as he turned and placed her on the bedside without losing contact. She laced her feet behind his back, keeping him deep inside her, enjoying the throbbing hotness. Ferris moved back and forth in her, picking up the rhythm she liked. Mysan bent back her head. “More, gimme more.” It was the final invitation. Ferris thrust deep into her, pushing himself over the edge.

*

Jelan Trell saw the news of the bomb explosion in the evening news. She frowned deeply.
The reporter at the disaster site looked into the camera. “Again, the rebels strike, and it is certain they will repeat their action in the near future. While they clean up the place, and search the debris, officials utter their concern about the loss of civilian lives. So far, people were only wounded.”

Jelan sighed, worried for her own facilities to be wasted. The quarantine complex might be safe, but what about the rest? The rebels could cut off all businesses of the clan. Everybody relied on machines, on energy, on computer programs, and all such parts could be shut down with a bomb like that on Eykland.

Jelan turned to the intercom. “I need a meeting in an hour. Call them all.”

*

He did not wish to part with her. It was such a wonderful and loving feeling to hold Mysan in his arms. His heartbeat slowed down, but still lust ruled over mind. He knew that she would leave him and kissed her slender neck, tasting the salty skin.

“You are worth every minute, Ferris.” She caressed his head and flinched at his regretful smile. “Every single moment.” She kissed him and looked in his gorgeous eyes. “I would like to come back as soon as possible.”

“Don’t leave.”

“I wish I could stay.” She sighed. “You see, we obey the rules, Ferris, and that means that men like you cannot be taken home.”

“Do you live with someone?” He felt a twang of jealousy that was new to him. He wished he would bed Mysan alone and not share her with another man.

“With my aunt and grandmother. They’re very kind people, and they long to have a child at home.”

“I would like to be a father.”

Mysan slipped back on the covers, leaving him to frown and wonder what he had done wrong.
She stood, smiling feebly.

“Don’t go.”

“You’re a semency, Ferris, don’t you understand? That means that you will make many women happy. You belong to a rare and guarded species and should not bind yourself to a woman. That is not allowed.”

“But…will I know of the children?”

“Yes, of course, you will know.” Mysan failed in lightheartedness. Suddenly, she wished that this night had not been so rewarding. It was vain to hope for more. “The women will all gladly report back to you that your semen is as marvelous as they hoped it would be.”
 
Ferris gnawed his lower lip. What a thought to be the father of many children, with all mothers standing in line to tell me about them! “But I won’t share their growing up, right?”

“No, you won’t. It’s a society task. The women, the older people, the impoties—they all take care of the education of our children.”

“Why can I not do it?”

Mysan turned away. She did not wish to hurt him. “You are needed here.” It was a lame lie, but she could not find any better. “Come, let’s get into the tub. I will allow you to scrub my back.”

“If you say so …”

*

“I suppose, you all watched the news?” Jelan looked from one member of her second-in-command crew to the next. They nodded. “All right, then let’s make proposals how we can avoid being bombed to oblivion by those rebels. We know their goal is the freedom of all men, no matter their abilities, and I do not wish one of the semencies harmed or killed because of those idiots out there.”

Fraze looked up. “The bomb was self-made. That means all ingredients have to be bought somewhere. I propose to control the chemical industry and the sellers more closely. Intensify video surveillance in those shops.”

“Granted. Other ideas?”

“Push security in the orchard area where most of the semencies work during daytime. We should think about air control, too, a measure we have neglected so far.”

“Very well.” Jelan Trell took down notes and looked up, her lips a thin line of determination. “We are just out of the valley of misfortune. The brothel’s working excellently. We have ten more reported pregnancies.” The audience cheered. “I have the plans finished for another brothel and I wish the women to participate in its interior plans. Make lists for the women in the corporations to catch up with their wishes. I’m convinced that we can do even better than with the first one.”

“Oh, your improvements are very much accepted—especially in the bondage department. There were bookings in advance, especially by smaller and slender women, who would otherwise never dare mate with a strong man.”