Guest Post: Breeder by Cara Bristol

Breeder: Can an Alpha Commander find love with a female slave?

By Cara Bristol

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Dak

Age: In Terran years, about 35.

Species: Parseon

Position: Alpha. One of only five ruling Commanders on the planet. The highest of the high.

Goal: Maintain peace and stability in his province during a time of growing unrest over the existence of a deviant male/female Enclave.

Closest ally: His anointed beta partner, Corren.

His foes: Too many to count. But topping the list are the other Alphas of Parseon and his own brother who’d tried to have him killed.

Why he decided to purchase a breeder: He needs a son to carry on his legacy, and Omra has never been bred, which guarantees offspring produced will be his. When he’s done with her, he’ll hand her off to Corren. Her purchase had nothing to do with her soothing presence, the curviness of her body, that her eyes are violet like the Parseon moon…

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Omra

Age: 20

Species: Parseon

Position: Breeder. As a slave, she has no status in Parseon society.

Goal: Fulfill her function and produce a son. To be purchased by Alpha is only a dream for most females. She didn’t think she’d ever get out of the BCF since the director of the Breeder Containment Center thwarted her purchase because he wanted to continue to “use” her and then sell her to intergalactic slave traders.

Closest ally: Anika, her BCF cellmate, who sneaked her food after the director curtailed it.

Her foes: The director who has vowed retribution after he was disciplined for dereliction of duty. But her worst enemy? Corren, Alpha’s beta. For reasons she can’t determine, he hates her.

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Corren

Age:  30

Species: Parseon

Position: beta, a male of secondary rank, and the anointed domestic partner of Alpha Commander Dak.

Goal: Have himself rightfully re-assigned as alpha. But for a single point on the assessment exam he would have been alpha and would not be forced to bow and scrape to an Alpha unworthy of the title.

Closest allies: The Director of the BCF and Enyi, his secret lover.

His foes:  Only one. The breeder drakor (English translation: filthy vermin) that Dak brought home from the BCF. Dak seems uncommonly and perversely attracted to her. She will spoil his plans if he doesn’t do something.

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Breeder Excerpt

If not for the sneeze, Dak would have exited the musty, dank corridor. But the muffled sound caught his attention. When he squinted into the darkened cell, he spotted a female crouched on a straw mat in the corner. He hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment Facility; the habitation unit had appeared empty.

Dak turned to the BCF director and sighed. “What about her?”

The beta’s already crooked mouth drooped farther in distaste. “My apologies, Commander. You don’t want that one.”

Sival’s disparagement piqued Dak’s interest. The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders he’d preselected for inspection had rated close to satisfactory.

“I would like to see her,” Dak insisted.

“Very well, Commander.” Sival saluted and opened the habitation cell with a master entry card. Dak stepped into the small enclosure. The director followed, and the metal gate clanked shut.

The naked female drew into a tighter ball and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. Other breeders had preened as soon as they’d noticed him and his chest-insignia identification. He wasn’t just an alpha. He was the Alpha.

This breeder’s lack of respect and failure to adhere to Protocol by acknowledging his presence struck him as odd. Dak frowned. “Is she mentally deficient?”

Sival tightened his lips. “No, stubborn, ill behaved. She would not befit an Alpha Commander.” He nudged the female’s hip with the toe of his boot. “Rise to your feet.” She did not respond, and he moved to prod her again. Dak forestalled him with a wave and grasped the female’s arm.

“You will stand.” He hauled her upright. She averted her face, so he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Tangled hair the color of black heating stones fell back from an oval face to reveal eyes like the Parseon moon. The glimmer of intelligence that sparked within the violet depths aroused his interest more than anything else he’d seen so far. Nature had bestowed the Parseon people with an exceptionally strong immune system so that they rarely required medical intervention, but breeders by nature were weak, and so many of the ones he’d seen had seemed dull or ill or both. This one’s skin, when unsmudged by grime and dirt, probably glowed like the pale sands of the Ospian Sea. He supposed, as breeders went, she wasn’t unattractive, although the stench emanating from her was. His beta would throw a fit if he dragged such a creature into their domicile.

“Why is she so filthy?” he asked.

“She refuses to bathe.”

As Dak scrutinized her facial features for shape and symmetry, he noted little imperfection or dysgenics other than her lack of hygiene and her gender. When cleaned up, she would please the eye, but to bear his sons, it mattered more that she be healthy and strong.

He released her face, stepped back, and assessed her from head to toe. He exceeded the height of most males, alphas included, while she stood smaller than the average female. The top of her head failed to even meet his shoulder. She was thinner than other breeders too, although her chest bore an abundance of fatty breast tissue. In the chill of the cell, her nipples had puckered to hard points. Despite the coolness, he was experiencing a rise in temperature. A dormant lust chose that moment to kindle, causing heat to coil in his abdomen and groin. He could not remember the last time he’d experienced such a spontaneous reaction—if he ever had. With the pads of his fingers, he probed the sides of her neck for swollen areas. The way she trembled under his touch aroused a sliver of sympathy. Breeders lacked courage, and uncertainty frightened them. Not all alphas and their betas treated breeders well. If he chose her, she would be adequately fed and housed. His command consumed his time and energy, which left his beta alone for long stretches. A breeder would relieve Corren of household chores and provide him with a physical outlet as well.

“What is she called?” Dak asked.

“Her sire named her Omra.”

Peace, it meant.

He parted Omra’s lips with his fingers and slipped a digit into her mouth, running it along her upper gum line to check the solidness of her teeth. At a flash in her eyes, he jerked his hand away a centisecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that her incisor only grazed the tip of his finger.

Sival’s face reddened. “Commander, I apologize. I will have her flogged.”

“Unnecessary. I will take care of it.” He unclipped the sudon from his belt.

6 responses to “Guest Post: Breeder by Cara Bristol

  1. Wow – what an amazing world, Cara! I love the character profiles and the excerpt is sooo intriguing! Going to download a sample.

  2. Thanks, Jianne. Thank you Allie, for having me today.

  3. I love character sketches. They’re a big part of my pre-writing. It’s nice to see the way a respected colleague uses them. Fascinating.

  4. Great excerpt, Cara. Good luck with the book!

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