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  Sarah knew what happened next—the man was going to get behind the woman and mount her. But she made herself watch anyway because Sazar seemed to be seeing something she had missed.

  As they watched, the Alquon female spread her legs with her bottom half hanging off the end of the bench. The male, standing behind her, opened her split skirt to show a pair of bright blue breeding panties, much like the ones waiting in the closet for Sarah. He opened his own trousers and pulled out a long, thick shaft.

  It was clear now, what the fourth hole in the panties was for. It was just wide enough to admit his cock and guide it straight into his female’s pussy. Sarah nibbled her lip, her face flaming with embarrassment as she watched, waiting for him to push the thick, throbbing monster into his female’s slit.

  But instead of ramming himself home in his female immediately, the male Alquon waited until a person in a long white robe and white makeup approached. It was impossible for Sarah to tell if the person was male or female—he or she had very androgynous features and unlike the other Alquons, his or her entire body was covered, making it impossible to tell the sex.

  The androgynous attendant in the white robe said a few words and then motioned for the male Alquon to continue. Under the attendant’s watchful eyes, the male slipped his thick shaft through the hole in his female’s panties and thrust forward, clearly sliding into her pussy.

  The attendant nodded and watched as the male pulled out and pushed in again, making low, rough grunts of effort as he did. The female moaned and writhed beneath him and he gripped her hips hard, riding her on the breeding couch as she gasped and cried his name.

  The female’s bottom was hanging off the end of the bench but her panties, Sarah saw, hid most of the action. Though it was amply clear the male was indeed filling her, at least she wasn’t completely on display.

  The attendant watched for a moment then nodded and moved on. But the camera person—had it been Chandra?—stayed with the rutting couple until the male thrust forward hard and held steady, clearly pumping his female’s womb full of his cum.

  His seed, Sarah thought, feeling her cheeks get even hotter. He’s giving her his seed.

  She thought of Sazar doing that to her—what would it feel like? Would it hurt? The female in the video had been moaning and writhing as though she liked it. But how big was Sazar? Sarah had only caught glimpses of his equipment but it seemed really large…

  At last the Alquon male finished. After a long moment he pulled out and whitish stuff could be clearly seen dripping from the hole in the female’s breeding panties. She smiled up at him and he grinned back and slapped her exposed ass playfully. Clearly they had both enjoyed what had happened but Sarah couldn’t understand how they could be so casual about it. How they could just have sex in a crowded room and think nothing of it.

  Sazar paused the video and turned to her, his eyes blazing.

  “Did you see that?” he demanded.

  “Of course I saw it—you made me watch it!” Sarah squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to stop the throbbing in her pussy. God, she wished she hadn’t allowed herself to imagine what that would be like with her boss. What it would feel like to let the big Kindred breed her…

  His voice softened a little.

  “I think you’re missing the point, Sarah. It was the way he took her that offers us an answer—a way out of this.”

  “What? How?” Sarah exclaimed. “He just…just stuck it in her.” She wished her heart wouldn’t pound so hard when they talked about this!

  “Yes, he did but that’s not what we’re going to do,” Sazar said. “You’ll lay on the bench and get into position, just like that female did.” He pointed at the female in the video. “But when I put my shaft into the hole of your breeding panties, I won’t slide inside you—I’ll slide under you.”

  “You mean…” Sarah was starting to get the idea.

  “I’ll be inside the breeding panties but not inside you,” Sazar explained. “I’ll make thrusting motions but no one will know I’m not in you—the panties will hide it all.”

  “Are you sure about that?” Sarah bit her lip. “I mean, there was an attendant watching them the whole time.”

  “We’ll make it convincing.” He looked at her seriously. “Do you think you can act as though I’m really sliding into you? As though I’m really breeding you?”

  God, if her face got any hotter from embarrassment her hair was going to catch fire! But somehow Sarah nodded.

  “I…I think so,” she whispered.

  “Good.” He nodded decisively. “Because I think this is our only chance. We’ll just have to fake it as convincingly as we can and wait until we’re certain we won’t cause offense by leaving.”

  He pressed the controls again and the scene started once more. Sarah watched as female after female was mounted and felt a throbbing between her thighs.

  So she and Sazar were going to fake it. But what happened if they were caught? And what if—

  Her thoughts derailed suddenly because the videographer had come to the front of the throne room where a larger, more elaborate breeding couch was set up. It gleamed gold and The Lord Magnate himself was using it.

  Or he’s using the girl who’s on it, anyway, Sarah thought, grimacing. The girl beneath the Alquon ruler was so much younger than him it made her sick. At least she looked to be of legal age but just barely, Sarah thought. Her face was twisted in a look of agony and The Lord Magnate was riding her hard, clearly not caring that he was obviously hurting her.

  Ugh! Just like The Prophet! Just like Father Caleb, Sarah thought.

  “Who?” Sazar paused the scene again and turned to her. “Who is this Prophet I’ve heard you speak about before?” he asked. “Are he and Father Caleb one and the same?”

  Sarah’s mouth went dry when she realized she’d said the words aloud. She’d spent so much time hiding her past—running from it. She had the urge to run and hide again but somehow when she opened her mouth what came out wasn’t another excuse or evasion…it was the truth.

  “Father Caleb is The Prophet—or that’s what he calls himself. He…The Lord Magnate reminds me of him. He’s the leader of The Brotherhood of Peace,” she added in a low voice.

  “The religious organization you ran away from,” Sazar said and it wasn’t a question.

  “Call it what it is.” Sarah’s throat felt tight. “It’s a cult.”

  “A theological movement with socially deviant or novel beliefs and practices usually directed at a particular figure or object,” Sazar said, sounding like he was quoting from the dictionary.

  “Exactly.” Sarah nodded, looking down at her hands. “In the Brotherhood, at the Compound where we all lived, Father Caleb was who we—they—venerated.”

  “But not you?” he asked.

  Sarah shook her head vehemently.

  “Not me—never me!” she said fiercely. “I was just stuck there—stuck because my dad left me and my mom was completely brainwashed. I would have been brainwashed too if I hadn’t been able to sneak off to the library and read books. I found out what The Brotherhood really was and I knew what Father Caleb wanted from us wasn’t…wasn’t right.”

  “What did he want?” There was a soft growl in Sazar’s deep voice but she didn’t think it was directed at her.

  “What The Lord Magnate wants,” she said, feeling her stomach clench. “To sleep with any girl he takes a liking to. So he made up a reason to do it—he’s ‘special’ you see. He’s The Prophet and he has to spread his seed to make ‘holy babies’ in as many girls as he can.”

  “Sarah…” Sazar reached for her but she pulled away. “Did he do that to you?” he asked in a low voice. “Did he—”

  “I told you I’m a virgin, didn’t I?” she snapped. “I hid for as long as I could—hid in plain sight. By wearing clothes that were too big and gaining weight. By looking as plain as I could…”

  “That was why you wore the glasses!” Sazar snapped his fingers. �