"Andrew J. Offutt - Spaceways 10 - The Yoke of Shen" - читать интересную книгу автора (Offutt Andrew J)

"You promised! You son of a bitch!" Tears glittered in streaks down the sculptured jet of her cheeks. "You
prom-ised I'd live! You promised!"
Well reduced, Hinun observed. Hardly the officious and confident person she had been within the shell of that
gray-and-maroon suit! And he nodded, remembering the acts she had performed with seven of his Hinuri, in order to
win his promise. It had been an illuminating evening. She had employed every orifice of that supple body as well as
both her hands to conquer his seven sturdy studs. She'd been impressive, too. Hardly a squeaky maiden with no idea
what it was about!
Of course, she had had no choice . . . since death could hardly be considered a viable choice.
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In a resonating voice that belied the crevasses etched into his face by time, he deigned to make intoning reply.
"That promise will be kept, my Midnight Flower. You will live forever-in union with Hinun. Immortality shall be
yours!"
On the right arm of the golden throne, Hinun's thumb located a multifaceted ruby and depressed it. A whispered
hiss floated through the vaulted room. The marble floor at Hinun's sandaled feet opened onto a gaping rectangle of
nothingness. From that dark, a spotless altar of stainless steel thrust upward to flash like silver.
The Great God motioned to the two Hinuri and their captive.
The moment of truth catalyzed the young woman's strength. She wrenched and twisted in a final attempt to free
herself of dual painful grips. She was no weakling, and knew it.
As before, her struggles were fruitless.
Each guard released his hold on one of her arms and grasped her legs. Fingers, several shades lighter in hue than
her midnight pigmentation, dug callously into her thighs. Effortlessly the Hinuri lifted their captive atop the metal altar.
Black leather straps studded to the smooth steel were opened. Deft and uncaring, hands securely bound the victim
with limbs outstretched atop the shining altar.
"They'll search for the ship, you dried up old Bleaker-lizard!" She threw herself against the leather and spat upward
toward the Great God. "There'll be other ships. When they come, they'll make a cinder out of this shit-ball you call a
planet! Can't you see that, you old idiot?!"
With a wave of a robed arm, Hinun motioned away his guardsmen. Were he not a god, Hinun would have said a
silent prayer. Other ships were what he wanted! What he needed, to relieve the monotony of his thousand-year
exis-tence. Ships-spaceships, spacers-were crewed now with human spacefarers.
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Lives! Life; fresh minds to bind to mine . . . to bond with mine!
His fingers found an opal inset in the arm of his great chair beside the ruby. He depressed it. The hum of electric
motors awoke. The bottom face of the altar slid down. From the opening extruded an elongated oval dome of crysplas.
It folded upward on hinges, then floated gently down to encase the woman still twisting atop the altar.
What a magnificent contrast, the god thought; that black jade flesh, those clean black limbs sweat-gleaming against
the silvery sheen of the steel altar!
Hee-noon, she was screaming at him. Hee-noon . . . but the cries of a prisoner within a transparent half-egg were
muted to mere squeaks.
As though examining an insect pinned to a specimen board, Hinun's gaze roved the spread-eagled form of this
fortuitous "visitor" to his planet. A true beauty, he al-lowed himself to think. Such night-hued skin was un-known on
Shen. And her movements . . .! But now the lust that had once fired him was only memory; a mere hint that taunted his
desiccated loins.
How exotic she is!
His attention was drawn by the taut breasts that juddered and heaved with her efforts to tear herself free. So
abun-dant, he mused, those mounds of . . . meat. Of equal temptation was the mound of her sex-stash, he corrected
mentally, for from her he knew the currentmost of the endless euphemisms for vagina.
And soon he would know so much more, from her!
Would that he stood at the beginning of the life/death/life cycle rather than its end! He would have enjoyed more
than one pleasure with this woman (who called her race "Galactic" as if there was no Shen in the galaxy!), before time
came for her ultimate union with the Devourer of Souls. He sighed. So fetchingly erotic, this one from afar!