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Caria?”
    “Yes,” she whimpered. If a residual note of defiance still lingered, Phahlen preferred not to acknowledge it right now. There would be plenty of opportunity to nurture a more appropriate attitude, and he knew they’d be repeating this exercise often in the coming months. She would learn, eventually.
    “Good, I’m pleased. So, first, you will never—and I mean never, for any reason at all—attack me. Are we clear on that now?”
    Caria nodded.
    “In words, please. Say it, Caria.”
    “Yes, I understand. No hitting you.”
    “And you are not to attack any other Vahlean either. We won’t tolerate violence, or insubordination.”
    “I didn’t… I mean, I was just—”
    “You called me a bastard, an arrogant prick, and I seem to recall you invited me to kiss your arse on at least two occasions. That will stop. There will be no swearing, no name-calling, and when I instruct you to do something you will obey. Are we clear on these matters also?”
    There was silence from Caria. It was a sullen, pouting sort of silence, and Phahlen wondered if perhaps he might after all need to impress upon her the consequences of defying him. “Caria, we could always continue if you still feel uncertain about just how you should speak to me…”
    “No! No, please, I… I’ll be polite.”
    “Thank you. I appreciate that. Now, there is just one final matter I want to clarify. Would you spread your legs for me, please?”
    She lurched on his lap, her entire body tensing. “No, please. Please don’t do that. I’m not… not…”
    “Hush, I know. I will not hurt you, I promise.”
    “I can’t. Don’t make me do that.”
    “What did we just discuss, Caria? I require you to obey, so please do as I ask. Now.”
    “Please…” She was crying again, sobbing in earnest. An uncomfortable thought occurred to Phahlen.
    “Are you a virgin, Caria?”
    She shook her head.
    “Words, Caria. Answer me.”
    “No, but, I haven’t… I mean, I never… I hardly know you, and—”
    “Shy? Is that it?”
    “I suppose so. I can’t help it, and I didn’t mean to be rude. I just, just…”
    “Okay, I get it.” Phahlen could have kicked himself. He was well aware of the predisposition among human females toward modesty, a phenomenon virtually unknown among Vahleans.He supposed the quaint little trait might have offered some evolutionary advantage to the females of this particular species aeons ago, but it was of no earthly use to Caria in her current situation. Two possible solutions presented themselves. The ship’s medic was due to arrive within the next few cycles to perform a medical assessment. He would confirm Caria’s physical suitability for the role Phahlen had planned for her, and he could easily implant a modesty inhibiting hormonal devicethat would alleviate any such difficulties for Caria. That might be a kindness, but he was loath to resort to artificial methods when a natural solution existed. Human females were far more susceptible than their Vahlean counterparts to the liberating effects of a decent bolt of lust. Arousal and desire would eradicate the problem, he had no doubt of it, but first he needed to get her there.
    Phahlen took a deep breath. “Caria, you are going to close your eyes if that makes it easier, and try to relax. I just promised not to hurt you and you will learn that I always keep my word. Now, open your legs for me, girl.”
    She remained still, her natural reticence warring with her desire not to attract further punishment. Phahlen waited for her to make up her mind. He smiled as she shifted on his lap, slowly parting her thighs. He might have liked a little more from her in the way of eagerness but would settle for what she offered him this time. In any case, he had what he wanted from her—a beautiful view of her sweet pussy.
    Moisture glistened on the plump, pink folds, leaking from her cunt to dampen her inner thighs. His little human might scream and squirm and beg him not