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  “Half metal

  Half man

  He comes from the Stars

  When he Breeds the Queen

  Success will be Ours

  A child shall be born

  With hair like flame

  And eyes like the sky

  Our Savior, his name

  He will spread the wisdom

  Of our Lord Tr’Low

  Through the heavens above

  And the planets below.”

  He hissed the words in her face, his spit-slick, silver teeth winking at her obscenely, his breath stale and sickeningly metallic.

  “Half metal, do you see, my dear?” He pointed to his metal teeth and lower jaw. “I’m not quite half metal but ever since the rebuild I went through, I have quite a bit of metal in me. My eyes are blue—the color of the sky. And your hair is flame red. Can I make it clearer to you? You are to be the mother of a messiah!” He raised his voice, shouting above the screams of her dying crew. “Praise be to our Lord Tr’Low, he of the Breeding wisdom!”

  “Praise be to Lord Tr’Low,” answered the priests and nuns—the Sisters and Eunuchs and Breeding Males all chanting as one. “Praise his name! May his wisdom be spread among the stars!”

  At that moment, Kyrin felt as though someone had dumped a bucked of ice cubes directly down her throat and into the pit of her stomach. She was in the clutches of fanatics—the prisoner of a group of people who wouldn’t listen to common sense, who would turn a deaf ear and a blind eye to her pleas and prayers. They had only one aim in mind—to advance their crazy agenda and take over the galaxy.

  Oh Goddess, she thought sickly, fighting the urge to scream or cry. Oh Goddess, I am in so much trouble here. I have to get off this planet! Please, I have to get away!

  But there was no getting away, as Kyrin had discovered after several attempts. Once she had hidden in a laundry cart and had almost made it out of the Breeding Compound. Another time she had stolen a hooded black robe like the kind the Sisters wore when it was raining out, and just started walking.

  She might have made it out that time—might have made it to the space port and found an outgoing ship before anyone was the wiser. But she’d had the back luck to run into none other than Father Tr’Ayer himself in the long, curving hallway.

  “Going somewhere, my dear?” He had stripped back the hood, revealing her and grinned that awful, silver smile. “I don’t think so. It’s back to the Breeding Compound for you and I’m going to make certain that Sister Yancy takes over your case personally. After all, we need to have you ripe and ready for the Breeding Ceremony, don’t we?”

  Kyrin had struggled and fought but it had done no good. She still wasn’t sure what had given her away—maybe her stature. Most of the women here were large—both tall and broad. Her diminutive size made her feel like the runt of the litter—and it also meant she wasn’t physically strong enough to overpower any of her captors.

  Which meant she was stuck here with no hope of escape.

  No, don’t think like that, Kyrin told herself desperately. There’s always a way out—there has to be. Don’t give up hope. Something will happen before the Breeding Ceremony—someone will come. They have to!

  If only she knew if the captain of her ship had tripped the emergency beacon before he’d been killed! If he had, she might have some kind of a chance. Her father was the Admiral of the Space Corps and a very important man. Though they’d had a fight when she had declared her intention to join IPKA and generally never agreed on anything, she knew he would send help if only he knew she was in trouble. If only…

  “Novice Kyrin!” Sister Yancy’s strident voice rang out, bringing her back to the present with a snap. “Did you hear me? I said you must attach the suction cup to your nether-mouth as well.”

  Kyrin looked down at the two clear cups already attached to her nipples, which were becoming obscenely red and puffy from the constant stimulation. Then she looked at the double cup, also attached to a snaky black hose, still hooked to one side of the sensitivity chair. Goddess, she didn’t want to use that one! She didn’t want to put it on and feel it sucking her…making her sensitive in areas she didn’t even want to think about…

  “Do it now!” Sister Yancy pointed a finger at her warningly. “Or would you like me to let a Breeding Male past the touch-me-not shield to place the cup for you? Of course, he might have to lick you first to get you read for the cup…” She grinned nastily and nodded to the shimmery barrier two feet from the sensitivity chair where Kyrin was sitting. “There are some eager ones out there, my sweet little novice. Do you want their help?”

  Though she tried not to look, Kyrin could see the Breeding Males standing there, practically drooling as they watched her exposed body being stimulated by the damn cups. They wore tight black leather trousers with the crouch cut out to show their rampant erections.

  One of them—a tall, skinny male with blond hair and eyes cloudy with the Breeding drugs, licked his lips and smiled knowingly at her. He stroked his cock up and down slowly, aiming it in her direction.

  Kyrin had to fight the disgust that rose in her at the sight and she quickly turned her head. Only the males with the best DNA and the largest equipment were picked to be Breeding Males and like the female novices, they were injected daily with compounds to make them eager to breed.

  Hands trembling, she took the clear double cup and pressed it over her freshly waxed pussy mound. All of her body hair had been removed during her induction into the cult and she was kept clean and smooth—the better to boost her sensitivity according to Sister Yancy.

  She watched in sick fascination as the outer cup attached to her pussy mound and began to suck. But worse was to come. As soon as the outer cup was firmly attached, the smaller, inner cup extended and fitted itself over her clit. The gentle suction on this area was designed to sensitize her nerves and increase the blood flow, making her pussy incredibly sensitive, incredibly wet and hot…

  And all so she would welcome the Breeding when it was time.

  Never, Kyrin thought fiercely as she tried to ignore the effects of the three cups sucking her most delicate areas. I’ll never welcome it—never welcome him or accept my fate. I’ll get away from here somehow—I have to!

  But even as she told herself she would never give in, Sister Yancy came up beside her and slipped a needle into her arm.

  Kyrin gasped at the sharp little pain and tried to pull away but the drug was already entering her system. She could feel it building up day by day, breaking down her defenses, making her weak and needy and desperate.

  Making her hate herself.

  “That’s good, my dear,” Sister Yancy purred as she watched Kyrin fight the sensations building inside her. “When the nectar starts to flow from your breasts, you’ll be ripe for the Breeding Ceremony. And that will be any day now, I’m certain. When you are strapped to the Alter of Breeding and Father Tr’Ayer comes to you, you will welcome him and beg for his blessed seed. And when your belly grows big, you will know hope for the first time—the hope that your child will have the hair of flame and eyes like the sky—the hope that he will be the messiah who will spread the light of our Lord Tr’Low throughout the galaxy.”

  “Never!” Kyrin hissed through gritted teeth. “I don’t want that bastard anywhere near me!”

  “But you must welcome him—he is partly metal, as the prophesy speaks of,” Sister Yancy lectured. “Therefore it must be that he is meant to be the father of your child. Unless another comes, one who more fully fits the description, before the ceremony, it will be Father Tr’Ayer who breeds you.”

  “Can’t you get it through your head—I don’t want anyone breeding me!” Kyrin snapped. “I don’t want anything to do with your sick, twisted religion! I just want to go home.”

  “This is your home now, dear.” Sister Yancy’s voice was implacable, inarguable. “And never fear—soon the Breeding drugs we have been injecting you with will ripen your body and make you ready to carry a chi