tame.” He cocked his head to one side. “Is her rebellious nature typical for your kind?”
“I don’t want her tamed!” Vol Brod whirled around in his seat to face the Kronner. “I want her to obey our wishes, but I want to keep that fire alive. Do you understand me? Our subscribers aren’t paying to see her broken. They want to see her fight! They want to see her humiliated and dehumanized, but they don’t want her defeated. Am I getting this across to you, Mincred? You’re damn right we’re rebellious! That’s what make people like me and her so valuable to people like you. It’s my idea making you all filthy rich, and it’s her that’s bringing in the money.”
The Kronner grinned. Tramer could tell he was getting across to the simpleton.
Setting this whole thing up had cost him every credit to his name, and plenty more from his backers. But he had promised them they would get a show that would make them all quadrillionaires, and so far things were working out as planned. The only hard part had been overcoming the JoJo and getting her aboard the specially outfitted Kronner spacecraft. Vol Brod dismissed the hulking beast without further thought. He had needed a species humanoid enough to be able to perform with the JoJo. Initially he had eyed one of the Par Mattas, with its two cocks, but the alien’s tentacles might turn off some of his clients. As soon as the Ellinod entered the bar, Vol Brod knew the monstrous creature was exactly what he’d been seeking.
Other than the beast’s skull-like head and massive, curving horns, he was humanoid enough. Its body was massive and muscular. Every part. He knew instinctively that the creature was a male, and once the Kronners had stripped it, he congratulated himself on his choice.
The Ellinod was perfect for fornicating with the JoJo.
“Is there anything else you need me for?” The little alien apparently wanted to return to the holding area where he could watch the fun in person. That perk was part of the Kronners’ share of the wealth, along with exclusive rights to the vids once everything was over, as well as a percentage of the profit. In the meantime, Vol Brod was the mastermind behind the whole thing, and he was the man running the show.
“You can go. Keep me informed of our subscriber accounts.”
The little Kronner grinned and practically skipped out of the cabin. The more subscriptions that came in, the more money everyone made.
I will have the greatest revenge. Vol Brod laughed. And I will relish every bit of it.
Chapter Six
“You want me to what? ” She gave them a look of shock and disgust. Were they serious?
“Fuck the Ellinod.”
She turned to look at the beast and saw a look of absolute surprise on his face. She was about to respond when Safan got to his feet and faced the little aliens.
“There is a heavy penalty for interspecies fornication,” he told them. “Because of the vast mutations caused by interbreeding in the past, and because those mutations always resulted in disease-prone or schizophrenic generations, reproduction was banned by the Galactic Council. The laws are clear on this. They’re mentioned in the twelve treaties.”
Kronner number one snickered. “We told you. The treaties mean nothing to us. You are here for a purpose.” Shiny pink eyes glanced at Maurra. “Both of you are here to entertain us. And the others.”
“Others?” The word was out of mouth before she realized it. Again, she glanced at the vidding equipment overhead. “What are you? Some kind of sick voyeur?”
The Kronners laughed. “There are many like us,” Number Two explained. “They want to see you hump the Ellinod. They want to see you grovel. And they are paying us a lot of creds to watch.”
“Yeah. A lot of creds.” The Kronner snickered.
Without warning, the Ellinod roared and charged the walls of his cage. The Kronners reacted, literally falling all over themselves as they instinctively tried to get out of his