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Riordan moved closer to the glass, and a silent scream caught in his throat. Lewis was completely naked, his harmonious beautiful body in full display, his arms and legs stretched, his taut muscles jerking from time to time, as long tails wrapped around him from all sides. He was surrounded by at least five or six snakemen, and he was, indeed, subjected to a certain type of torture.
Bifurcated tongues took his mouth in turn, his nipples were pulled, while alien cocks and tails moved in a fascinating choreography to penetrate his ass. From time to time, a deft appendage coiled around his cock, making him spurt ropes of white as if his balls were an infinite well of cum. His eyes rolled in his head with pleasure, and his face was wet with seth and tears.
"As you can see, he's experiencing pleasure beyond his wildest dreams, as you would say on Earth," Xana pointed out. "And he's also going to serve us and our experiments."
"What do you mean?" Riordan asked, both his hands on the glass, drawn to the look of mindless bliss on Lewis' face.
"We want to see if a strong enough body can carry more than one egg at a time."
Riordan turned to stare at Xana in shock. "The fuck," he whispered. "But what if the eggs die? Don't you care about that? I'm not going to ask you if you care about him."
"He's a criminal," Xana said simply. "And, if you look closely, the ones to implant him with their eggs are nothing but horny youths. Their attachment to their offspring is not yet fully formed. Of course, they made themselves guilty of various condemned activities."
Riordan started feeling ill. "By that, do you happen to mean, gangbangs and the likes?"
"Among other things. So, they're given a choice. If all works well, they'll have children to raise and their standing in society restored."
"And if not?" Riordan asked.
"They'll learn a lesson."
"You fucking monsters," Riordan said under his breath.
To his surprise, Xana moved close to him and pushed a strand of hair behind his ear in a gesture that seemed affectionate. "We're tough on our own, I believe you'll say. And on our enemies, even tougher. Do you believe this young man would have hesitated if given the order to kill you?"
"I do," Riordan said stubbornly.
"Ah, you're an idealist, among other things. I have been reading your Earthian philosophers lately. But I like you even more for it. Now, come. We need to get home. Also, rest assured. All these Xenos," he pointed at the frolicking tails and lithe bodies beyond the glass wall, "will be offered all the conditions to impregnate the human successfully. Did I mention? If he succeeds in carrying at least one egg, he'll be pardoned."
Riordan had no comeback to that. He was guilty for what was happening to the young man right now. On the other side of the glass, Lewis shuddered, prey to another exhausting release. One of the young Xenos began kissing him, without letting go when the others tried to pry him away, to give him more of their seth.
tbc