Tymber Dalton - Spider Bight

“I never said that, ma’am.”

The woman laughed. “Relax, Doctor. I am…how do you say? Teasing you. And you may call me Mauri.” She pointed to a large, comfy sofa along one wall. “Please, let us sit and talk.” She indicated the other end. Emi sat. As Mauri sat, she touched a button on a console on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Almost immediately, a man appeared through a small door Emi hadn’t noticed before. As naked as the other men, only his collar was of a rich purple, bearing the same gold seal.

Mauri said something to him in Moran. He bowed and quickly left the room. “He will bring us some refreshments,” she explained as she settled back. “Now, please, may I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“I am very intrigued. I heard from Commander Ren’yawlkin that you own not one, but three men. Is that correct? I was left puzzled by her explanation. I suspect I either misunderstood her or she was confused.”

Emi blushed a little, but nodded. “I don’t own my men. They are my husbands.”

Mauri looked puzzled. “Husbands?”

“That’s right. On Earth, we allow plural marriages. They are married not just to me, but to each other as well.”

“Oh, I do not doubt they are bonded to each other. Such is the nature of males. They seek their own. But how do you deal with them?”

“I don’t understand the question.”

“Commander Ren’yawlkin told me they are allowed to wear clothing and are not restrained or collared in any way. I am very interested in learning how you control them.”

Emi wasn’t sure what Mauri wanted to hear. “Control?”

“How do you correct them? Train them? Keep them in line?”

“Our society is set up differently from yours. We are equal partners.”

Mauri frowned. “Impossible. Males are not capable of that. They become violent and unmanageable when left to their own devices. I can see perhaps keeping one in line, but when they bond together as a pack, they are wont to get unruly.”

Emi tried again. “We love each other. We don’t have a social structure like you do. I love them, and they love me.”

She arched an eyebrow in apparent amusement. “Of course a well-trained male should love its owner.”

“I’m not their owner. And they don’t own me, either. We’re equals.”

Both of Mauri’s eyebrows launched skyward as Emi felt a wave of disbelief from the leader.

Emi tread carefully. “Our societies are different, that’s all.”

“Apparently quite different. I had never given much thought to the human male social structure before. The few I have encountered have come here with their female owners and were very docile and well-behaved. I do not have much contact with males from other races.”

Emi chose to ignore the part about “owners” and hopefully change the subject. “You all speak English standard very well, it seems.”

“Language courses. And we hired a tutor who spoke standard to come in and give our teachers lessons. But I have never been off the planet, personally. I could never leave my people without a leader.”

The servant returned with a gold tray on which he carried an ornate crystal pitcher and two cups. He poured them and offered them with a low bow.

Mauri and Emi took the offered cups, and then Mauri dismissed the man. She held her cup up. “To differences, Doctor Hypatia,” Mauri toasted.

Emi smiled and held her cup up as well. “To differences.”

After chatting a few more minutes, the Moran leader wanted to take Emi on a personal tour of some of the Imperial Home’s facilities. Mauri called Baltin back into the room and the three of them set off through another vast series of corridors. They emerged at a different entrance to the Imperial Home than Baltin had brought Emi through.

“I never pass up an opportunity to show off our facilities to others,” Mauri told Emi. “I would consider it an honor to take you on this tour personally.”

Emi thought about her men sitting back in the “kennel” in the greeting center. “I’m not trying to rush you, but I really can’t spend a lot of time down here. I need to get back to our ship.”

“Oh, this will not take long, Doctor Hypatia.”

With four guards falling in line behind them, Mauri led Emi down perfectly manicured and shaded pathways that wound under lush trees. “I am very proud of the Imperial Stables,” Mauri said.

“Stables?”

“Yes. It is where we house the best of the breeders and feral males. Also, it is our largest training facility to break in males when they reach the proper age. We house our young males in separate dormitories on the other end of the Imperial grounds.”

Emi was still a little confused, but let the leader speak without interruption. I can get out of here faster if I ask fewer questions.

“We have a total of ten such stable and dormitory configurations around the city. We have five feral maintenance facilities as well.”

She couldn’t help herself. “Why don’t you have other cities?”

The leader frowned, confused. “Other cities?”

“Yes. Besides this one.”

“Oh, we would not have other cities. There is no need. We have some approved settlers and developers who are allowed to take up residence outside the city walls if need requires it, but they must go through extensive training and screening before we allow it.”

“Why is that?”

“It is quite dangerous out there.” A large, gleaming white building came into view. “That is where we are going.”

Emi was still stuck on the dangerous part. “Dangerous?”

“Extremely.”

Emi didn’t remember reading anything about that in the files she’d scanned, but she let it go for now. “But how do you expand your lands?”

“Oh, we expand at a controlled pace. No one wants overcrowding. Just as no one wants to risk their lives needlessly.”

“Wasn’t the entire planet settled at some point?” Emi knew the main city was huge, as vast as some countries back on Earth.

“Yes, ages ago. Before the wars. And people needlessly lost their lives then, too. When we finally ended the wars and brought males under control, there were not that many survivors left, unfortunately. We picked up the pieces of our society and decided that the only way to survive would be to band together. And we have thrived since then. It is what has allowed us to become who we are today. We feel no need to change it.”

They walked up to a large door where two guards stood watch. The women bowed and parted for Mauri. The door slid open. “I hope you enjoy what you see, Doctor,” Mauri said as she stepped through.

Emi, Baltin, and the four guards followed. As Emi looked around, she wondered if she’d walked into a fantasy or a nightmare.

They stood in a long main corridor that sloped up ahead of them. On either side, large observatory windows lined the walls.

Mauri led the way to one window. “This is one of the trainer dorms. The window does not allow them to see out.”

“One-way glass,” Emi mumbled as she stared and hoped her jaw didn’t hit the floor.

“Yes, that is the term.” Mauri and Baltin both looked proud, and the wave of emotions hitting Emi backed that up. Inside the room were ten bunks. In the middle of the room was a padded bench-like structure that resembled a sawhorse. On it, naked, lay a Moran male. Even hunkier-looking than the utility males she’d seen working in the gardens, his blond hair was close-cropped.

Behind him stood an equally hunky dark-haired Moran male. He had hold of the belt around the prone male’s waist and vigorously fucked him in the ass. Both men wore red collars bearing the Imperial Seal, as well as matching belts around their waists.