Tymber Dalton - Spider Bight

The other male walked over to a door and opened it. A third male in a red collar held a short pole attached to the collar of an even larger feral male than had been in the breeding room.

Upon seeing the man on the bench, the feral male practically dragged his handler over to the bench. The feral male’s enormous cock inflated immediately, growing dark purple as it engorged.

Without further delay, the feral male grabbed the man’s hips, shoved his cock all the way inside him, and frantically began fucking him.

The other two men stood watching and talking, laughing, smiling. Despite not being able to hear, Emi imagined them discussing sports scores or vid viewing schedules, for all the attention they appeared to be paying. Neither man’s cock was even slightly hard.

“The attachment on the bench,” Baltin said, “has…suction. It allows the receiver to enjoy the experience. Trainers, the ones with red collars, have reached a stage where they are allowed to receive pleasure without actively pleasuring another at the exact same time. But if a lesser male is servicing a feral, we always use that device.” She laughed. “As you can see, the trainers enjoy using it as well.”

“I guess so,” she mumbled.

“Males all take turns doing this at some point in their life. Well, until they are privately owned. Only as long as they are in initial training, before placement or purchase, would they be in rotation for feral servicing. Males are always used.” Baltin frowned. “Unless, of course, there is a sentence to be fulfilled.”

“Sentence?”

Mauri nodded. “It is rare for there to be a crime of that magnitude. Most transgressions are minor and handled in civil tribunal through fines or restitution action or settlement. But occasionally a crime occurs where the perpetrator is sentenced to the second worst punishment there is for an honor-titled female, which is feral service.”

Huh? “Say again?”

“Well, death is issued in the most extreme of cases. Usually for murder or gross intentional negligence resulting in death. Of males or females. Abuse or mistreatment of males is not allowed. That is the only way in which males are equals in our laws. And that kind of crime is extremely rare. But for other serious cases, a woman can be sentenced to feral service.”

Mauri pointed at the room, where the feral male was finishing up. Panting, he leaned over the male on the bench for a few moments to catch his breath. Then his handler coaxed him into standing and led the now-docile male out. Another feral male was immediately led in by a different handler. As had the first, this one raced over to the man on the bench and began fucking him without delay.

“All males at some point in their life must do feral service for at least one rotation, even if only during their initial training period after they have reached maturity. We do not allow ferals to service each other. They are trained only to take their pleasure like that.” She pointed to the window.

The man on the bench was vigorously fucking back, so he didn’t seem to be the worse for wear.

“However, it is a complete disgrace for a woman to service a feral. Any male, really.” Mauri’s expression looked like merely saying it made her ill. “Only males enjoy rutting like that. It is beneath an honor-titled woman.”

Emi didn’t bother volunteering that not only did she not see anything wrong with it, but she rather enjoyed it herself. She sure as heck enjoyed watching her men do it. It was sexy as hell.

For that matter, she realized the activities she’d witnessed on the tour had made her more than a little squishy in her panties despite also making her more than a little uncomfortable intellectually and morally.

“Any woman sentenced to feral servicing is disgraced for life from that point on,” Mauri said. “They will never hold office or own a business or property. They are only eligible for the lowest of jobs, jobs not even our males are required to perform. They are sterilized and barred from breeding. We cannot allow lawbreakers to reproduce. They are an example set in our society of how not to behave so others do not follow suit.”

“Why don’t you just castrate your ferals?” Emi couldn’t believe she’d asked the question.

Mauri laughed. “They enjoy this so much, we would hate to take their fun away. Look at the pleasure they take from it. And it is great motivation. Most of them are sterilized, however.”

That feral finished up. Another was led in. The man on the bench was now covered in sweat and holding on to the bench, but still attempting to fuck back against the latest feral who’d grabbed him and started riding him.

“And you can see how much the males enjoy doing it. It is no small sacrifice for the males, even though some of the males who have been privately owned for long periods of time tend to think they are above servicing ferals. But for a female?” Mauri shuddered. “It is a disgrace.”

Apparently, Moran females had the equivalent of a vagina and an anus. Only unlike humans, one passage was used only for reproduction and pleasure purposes. The anus was for both liquid and solid wastes. Moran males’ penises were also used only for pleasure and reproduction. But unlike the females, their anuses were self-lubricating. Mauri proudly boasted it was the result of countless generations of careful breeding to get them to that point.

As Emi listened to Baltin and Mauri talk during the return walk to the Imperial Home, it became more clear to Emi why they felt the way they did. When a woman was sentenced to feral service, she was used and treated just like a male. Anally.

While not a big deal to humans who enjoyed it, it was a very big deal to Moran females. It had been years since a female had received such a sentence. It also wasn’t uncommon for females who were sentenced to feral service to kill themselves rather than live in disgrace.

A bit of an overreaction in Emi’s mind, but then again, she wasn’t raised in Moran society, either.

She was, however, eager to return to her own men.

“I really appreciate the tour, Mauri, but I would like to get back to my crew.”

“Ah, of course. But you still haven’t seen our agricultural division yet. And I insist on you joining me for dinner this evening before you return to your ship. All of you, including your men. Could you grant me just a few more hours of your time, Doctor Hypatia? I would be most honored.”

All Emi wanted to do was return to the TB with the guys and get the hell out of there, but she remembered her orders from the DSMC to indulge diplomatic relations.

“Thank you. That would be very nice.”

Baltin escorted Emi back to the welcome center where Aaron, Caph, and Ford had uncomfortably spent their time sitting nearly naked and locked up in the holding room and being stared at like fish in an aquarium.

“I will take you to your quarters,” Baltin said. “Mauri wants you to experience our facilities.”

“Quarters?” Aaron asked Emi.

Emi gave a quick shake of her head. They followed Baltin to a building next door that reminded Emi of a hotel from the outside. Apparently, that’s exactly what it was. A clerk at the front desk gave Emi a key after eying the men.

Baltin said something to the clerk, who immediately smiled.

“There you are, Doctor Captain,” the clerk said.

“Captain Doctor,” Baltin quickly corrected.

“Just Doctor is fine,” Emi said after shooting Ford and Caph a quick shut-up look when Ford snickered and Caph pressed his lips together.

The clerk looked confused. “Just Doctor?”

“Yes. Just Doctor.”

The clerk’s eyebrows raised and she shrugged. “Very well, Just Doctor.”