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rapidly that she broke free from Zios’ grasp. In the same instant, she leaned down and deftly snatched the blade from the sheath on his leg.
    “Stay back!” she cried, wildly stabbing at the air.
    The brothers looked at one another. The Trogarians were staring as if in shock. It was nearly unheard of for a female to exhibit even mild rebellion. Raising a weapon was unprecedented. But Zios realized she didn’t yet know their ways. He also realized it was time for her to learn them.
    He rushed her, his foot flying out to knock the human’s from beneath her. Utak was at his side to grasp her hands. It took only a little pressure applied to her wrist to break her grip on the weapon. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Her warm hip was pressed against his bearded cheek. He inhaled, his sensitive nose catching her scent. She’d been pampered at one time. The scent of oils still clung to her skin. It mingled with the musky scent of her pussy, and the tang of fear sweat.
    The others fell away as the brothers headed with her into their large tent. Utak laid her on her back, straddling her as he grasped her legs and pulled them apart. She was screaming now, beating her hands against the back of Utak’s legs, demanding to be let go. But the brothers ignored her. Zios moved in front of her, looking down at her defiant face. A wave of pity gripped him. She was frightened, and no doubt felt helpless and resentful after being handed over to strangers. Part of him wanted to hold this little human, to comfort her. But that would have to come later. They were in a harsh land here, living a harsh life. Females were precious and few, and obedience to protective males was as vital to their survival as food. For her own sake, the brothers could not allow her to escape punishment for what she’d done. Zios nodded to his brother, who pulled her legs together and back, fully exposing her bottom.
    It was a fine bottom, firm and smooth. And in this position, with her legs trapped and pulled back, he could just see the curve of muscle beneath the padding of her soft buttocks. He felt his cock stir beneath his leather kilt. Zios looked over at Utak, who was looking down. He could feel his brother’s thoughts, and knew that he, too, found the human pleasing.
    Zios moved to the side and knelt down to one knee, doubling the supple strip of leather he held in his hands. She was looking at him, her eyes fearful now. She wriggled ineffectively as he raised the strap, sensing what was coming.
    The human screamed, louder even than she had outside. That was the only sound that filled the tent for long minutes thereafter, aside from the sound of leather striking her helpless flesh. Her cries changed from screams to incoherent wails and babbling pleas as the leather raised a mass of puffy welts concentrated in the area where her buttocks met her thighs.
    “You will obey,” Zios said. He was midway through the punishment when he spoke to Iris, his voice rising above her cries. He put his hand to her bottom when he spoke, feeling the heat rising off the skin. He moved his hand lower, the rough palm just grazing the pouch of her pussy. Did he imagine it, or was there heat there? He had not time to ponder it. The little one needed a harsh lesson.
    He raised the strap again, laying a new layer of red welts over the raised whitish ones erupting on the surface of her punished bottom. He thought of Mara, who had been similarly punished, but only once. Afterwards she’d been sweetly compliant. Would this little human be the same? Part of him hoped so, but part of him hoped she’d keep enough fire to at least earn a trip over his knee. It was no secret that the Trogarian males were almost as aroused by the punishing a female as they were by sex. Dominance triggered something primal in them. But a good Trogarian knew not to overdo it for his own satisfaction. A female should only be punished to her limits. And Zios realized now that this little