Handling the Hybrid Read online

  A fact which she was now regretting—she could have used some practice before having to take on the massive Kindred! And it looked more and more like Mistress Sinda was leaning towards buying him.

  “Are you sure we can’t look at the Baronthians again?” she asked hopefully. “That tall, skinny one with the blue skin and green eyes seemed like a good choice to me.”

  “No, my dear—in order to take over your Aunt Zora’s exulted position, you must prove yourself worthy,” Mistress Sinda said sternly. “And it doesn’t hurt if the slave that you train looks impressive. It will help convince me and the other members of the Sacred Seven that you’re ready for this challenge.”

  “So…we’re buying him?” Tandy felt her heart sinking.

  “Let us check his shaft first,” Mistress Sinda said. “The size of a slave’s shaft is a point of pride for all right-thinking Mistresses of distinction. You—slaver!” she called, raising her voice and nodding at the Pongu who was hovering near the slave, his long, seven-fingered hands rubbing together nervously. “Show us his shaft.”

  “Of course, my Lady! Right away, my Lady!” the slaver exclaimed. Reaching out with one hand, he drew the black loincloth aside, displaying a piece of male equipment that was truly impressive.

  All three women sucked in their breaths and Tandy couldn’t help thinking that she was glad Yonnite culture didn’t allow males to penetrate females. The Kindred’s cock was huge—as long as her forearm and thick as her wrist and that was when he was completely flaccid. What in the world would he look like erect? She shivered to think of it.

  The size of the Kindred’s equipment seemed to satisfy Mistress Sinda.

  “Ah, good!” she said, nodding decisively. “This is the perfect choice for your first slave, my dear. Once you have him trained and broken, he will be a true credit to you with a shaft like that to display.”

  “But—” Tandy tried to protest but the sale was already in motion.

  “Come, Deelee,” Mistress Sinda called, beckoning to Tandy’s one remaining aunt. “Let us strike the bargain.”

  “What a good idea!” Aunt Deelee came up to them with a smirk on her face. Clearly she didn’t believe the slaver’s words about how a Kindred wouldn’t hurt a female anymore than Tandy did.

  She probably thinks he’ll rip me limb from limb and she’s hoping she’ll get to watch when it happens, Tandy thought glumly. Goddess, what a mess!

  The slaver came over to their group, tugging eagerly on his braided forelock, sensing he was about to turn a profit. A cheesy, ripe odor like stale sweat and unwashed feet drifted from his grayish skin. Holding her breath, Tandy edged away from him. Before she knew it, she found herself standing in front of the huge Kindred again, looking up at him. His mismatched gold and blue eyes blazed down at her until Tandy had to look away, wrapping her arms tightly around herself.

  “Don’t do it, little girl.”

  For a moment, she wondered where the deep, growling voice was coming from. Surely not the Kindred slave? He couldn’t speak Yonnite, could he? She looked up at him uncertainly.

  “Did you say something?”

  “I said, don’t fucking buy me.” He glared at her, his Yonnite heavily accented with the guttural tones of his own language, but easily understandable.

  “I don’t seem to have much choice in the matter,” Tandy said shortly. “And how can you speak Yonnite anyway?”

  “I’m Kindred—we have a gift for languages,” he growled.

  “So you are Kindred.” Tandy felt a rush of relief. Maybe Mistress Sinda was right. Maybe it would be all right to have this huge male as her first slave to tame after all!

  But her relief was short-lived.

  “Yeah, I’m Kindred,” he growled. “But when the fucking slaver told you my ancestry he left out the fact that I’m part Tenebrian demon too. It kind of overrides my Kindred genes, ya know?”

  “I…it…it does?” Tandy swallowed hard, feeling a cold sweat bloom down her spine. Tenebrian demons were a race of people so fierce that pure-blooded males had been forbidden as slaves by the Sacred Seven. That was because they were known to be murderous and destructive—utterly deadly to any female they didn’t like. And since no Tenebrian demon wanted to be owned or mastered by a Mistress, that pretty much included the entire the ruling class of Yonnie Six.

  “That’s right, little girl,” the Kindred growled, his mismatched eyes flashing. “You buy me and I promise I’ll fuck you over and fuck you up.” His gaze flickered over her body and Tandy suddenly felt undressed in her traditional Yonnite Mistress attire of a high, split skirt that showed her panties and a half-cup golden bustier which showed off the berry-dark arches of her areolas. “And then I’ll just fuck you,” he snarled, a hungry light suddenly coming into those blue and gold eyes.

  “How…how dare you speak to me like that?” she demanded breathlessly. “If you know enough to speak Yonnite, then you know that Mistresses never allow themselves to be penetrated by a male!”

  “Oh, I’ll do more than penetrate you, little girl—I’ll defile you,” he promised in that low, growling voice. “I’ll fill you with my shaft and what’s more I’ll make you beg for it. We’ll see how long the other Mistresses want you around when my seed is leaking from your soft little pussy.” His eyes flickered down to the tiny golden triangular patch of her panties again, making her feel positively undressed.

  “You—don’t you say another word!” Tandy gasped, covering her crotch with one hand to shield herself from his angry, lustful gaze.

  “Or what, little girl?” He smirked at her, his cruelly sensual mouth twisting into a mocking smile.

  “Or…or I’ll get the controls and activate those pain cuffs you’re wearing—I swear I will!” Tandy snapped.

  “Pain doesn’t bother me much, little girl. Not when there’s a sweet little pussy that needs fucking.”

  His words invoked a vivid mental image—one she would rather not think of. For just a moment Tandy saw herself pinned beneath him—his muscular back and ass flexing as he drove that monstrous cock deep inside her…

  No! Quickly she pushed the disturbing thought away.

  “I won’t have you talk to me that way, slave,” she said, frowning up at him—if only the damn pedestal didn’t make him so high above her! “I’ll punish you if you don’t behave.”

  The Kindred went silent. Instead of saying anything else, he grinned at her fiercely—a sudden baring of white teeth in his dark face that made Tandy catch her breath. She stared at him. There, where a normal male would have his canine teeth—were those…fangs?

  They were indeed, she saw, as she stared, mesmerized by his malice. A double set of long, white fangs as sharp as dagger blades on either side of his mouth. This slave wasn’t just dangerous looking—he was deadly.

  Goddess, she thought faintly. He’ll rip my throat out! I can’t have him as my first slave to train—I can’t!

  As if on cue, her aunt and the Judge of the Change came back with the very satisfied-looking slaver.

  “Well, the deal is done.” Mistress Sinda dusted her hands together as from a job well done.

  “Indeed it is.” Aunt Deelee was grinning unpleasantly, like a felinus that had gotten into the cream.

  “You bought him?” Tandy asked weakly, hearing the tremor in her own voice but unable to control it.

  “Credit from your late Aunt Zora’s estate bought him,” Mistress Sinda corrected sternly. “Now it’s up to you to train him and break him to your will, my dear.”

  “And make him submit to you utterly. If you don’t, you’ll fail the Challenge of the Change and Zora’s estate passes to me,” Deelee declared, smirking gleefully at Tandy.

  “We are all aware of the rules, Mistress Deelee.” Mistress Sinda frowned reprovingly at her. “And of course, we are all hoping that Tandace is up to the task. Zora believed in her enough to make her the legal heir to her estate—she must have seen something special in your niece to make such a decision.”