Primitive

  Primitive

  By

  Piper Stone

  Copyright © 2019 by Stormy Night Publications and Piper Stone

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  Stone, Piper

  Primitive

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

  Images by Period Images, Shutterstock/Honored_member, and Shutterstock/bezikus

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

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  Prologue

  Earth—2122

  “We will make Earth great again. We are the chosen and we will command the Universe!”

  Dr. Steve Forrester allowed the political promo to continue as he walked into the room, taking his usual seat. He was confident as well as arrogant, his project nearing completion after years of dedicated work. The select few would never understand his greatness or the sacrifices he’d made.

  “Dr. Forrester, what is the status of our... project?”

  He sat at the head of the table, looking out at the extensive group of other esteemed colleagues, including his investors, or what he liked to call snakes. This was his baby and the stench of their greed formulated vile thoughts in his mind. He’d been forced to play politics in a time when the world couldn’t afford the luxury. People were dying, civilization on the brink of anarchy. And still, he’d learned how to play the game with flair.

  Soon the entire world would bow down to him. There was one more test to go through, a very personal endeavor.

  “The facility has been up and running for months, our finest scientists already in the process of finalizing the DNA compilations. The beasts I designed have risen and a full schedule of training will begin within one month. If all goes well, which I anticipate it will, the creatures will be fully capable of completing their functions.” His answers were succinct, skirting over the truth. What he was attempting to do was to play God, but there was no other choice.

  At least in his mind.

  The entire room full of people seemed to grow more uncomfortable.

  “But they aren’t human,” one of the doctors chirped. “They’re... monsters. That’s what we’ve been led to believe. Your account isn’t what we were told in the beginning.”

  “And how did you manage to get the volunteers to agree to this?” another demanded.

  “Wouldn’t you prefer to ask about the real experiments behind our project?” Dr. Forrester asked, snickering as he glanced from doctor to doctor. They had no idea how far he’d already come with the testing cycles. Ah, the element of surprise. His work was brilliant, far superior to any scientist’s in the world. They would exalt his heroic efforts with a kingdom of his own, creatures serving his every need. Only the finest humans would receive his glory, by his criteria of course.

  “Just answer the questions, Dr. Forrester,” the minion from the government agency interjected, looking far more relaxed that the others in the room. “There is nothing to hide.”

  Dr. Forrester chuckled as he rapped his fingers on the table. Bullshit. There was everything to hide. “Criminals. The most vile and murderous criminals known on Earth were given an opportunity for a new life. They eagerly agreed as you can imagine. As far as the others, well, you can see for yourself.” He noticed the disbelieving look amongst the other scientists. No one understood how vital this mission was. “They still have human characteristics for very important reasons. They will be our new generation of workers. As our success grows, we will bring others to Earth Two.”

  The whispers in the room were full of disrespect, but he’d been prepared for their animosity as well as their lack of understanding. “Why don’t you see for yourself.”

  With a simple wave of his hand, the compserve unit flashed brilliant pictures in vivid colors, splashing across the screen. “As you can see, my expectations have become reality. The next step in our process, one very special human female. We will ship others within two weeks if my calculations are correct. They will... let’s just say cohabitate.” He placed his finger on his personal compserve, flicking his fingers. Her beautiful face appeared on the screen, her lovely lavender eyes shining brightly from laughter.

  She was the one.

  She’d always been the one, groomed from the beginning, a special prodigy.

  Now, she would serve her rightful purpose.

  “Oh. My. God.” A doctor’s strangled mutterings brought his attention back to the larger screen. “You can’t be serious.”

  “I’m deadly serious,” Dr. Forrester stated with authority.

  As the writhing bodies of the beasts cavorted, twisting and morphing, their soulless eyes staring into the webcam, he heard the first sounds of... disgust. Within five seconds, several left the room, racing out with their hands over their mouths. They had no desire to grasp the validity of his project.

  He sat all the way back into the soft leather, staring up at the ceiling as he twisted his chair.

  Back. And. Forth.

  And he laughed.

  And laughed.

  When his communication band rang, he glared at the indicator before answering. “I hope you are ready because your work is vital.”

  “You mean my deception.”

  “You know what must be done in order for us to survive. No matter what you have to do.” Ending the call, he was satisfied that his directions would be followed. After all, he was true commander of Earth and if they didn’t heed to his command...

  They. Would. Die.

  Chapter One

  Earth Two—2122

  Cassia

  Damnation and death.

  I was headed for both.

  The words shot through my mind, pinpricks from hell. The thought had filtered through my rattled brain several times since leaving Earth.

  “A few of them look almost human. Don’t they?” The male voice was husky, clearly amused. “Dr. Forrester thinks he’s God. Doesn’t he? I don’t know how you tolerated working with him.”

  As we broke into the atmosphere, an unsettling feeling created a wave of nausea. The shuttle shifted, shaking for a few seconds. Normally I had no fear of flying but today, everything seemed off. Foreboding. “I’m sorry?” I knew his name was Samuel, Dr. Samuel Winter. He’d introduced himself in a manner that suggested I should kowtow to him. All men thought that way these days, as if women were their property.

  Not a chance in hell.

  “The sample creatures. Many of them look, well, human, which I’m certain the doctor you work with takes all credit for. Makes you wonder what’s out there in the universe. Must be varied species living on Earth Two. Get this, they’re bred to be dominant in their behavior,” he said, chortling in a disgusting manner. “Can you imagine what the hell that means? Oh, I guess you know that already. Big mother fuckers but at least humanoid in design. Shame they’re nothing but animals.”

  An unsettling feeling trickled into my mind, pulling me into the same kind of vision I’d had before. Why here and now? I closed my eyes, desperately trying to shove the images into a locked box I could hide from, but they refused to be denied.

  “Little Cassia, I will dominate you in every kinky way possible. You will learn to obey my every command.” His gruff voice sliced across me like smooth velvet. As the creature stepped forward into the light, I dropped to my knees, crawling toward him on my hands and knees. He leered down at me, growling in a savage manner. He was brutally handsome, his massive cock throbbing, swollen balls hanging between his muscular legs. I was his property.

  I lowered my head out of respect, trying to control my breathing. I’d been taught never to cry or to make any noise, but I knew he would punish me, spanking me for defying him. I bit my lip to keep from crying, but the tears betrayed me, sliding down my cheeks.

  “You were disobedient.”

  “Yes, Master. I’m so sorry.”

  “You will pay for your sins, little one.”

  I expected to feel the lash of his strap, but instead, he lifted my chin with a single finger, forcing me to look into his shimmering green eyes. Desire nearly ravaged my body, my pussy clenching and my nipples aching to the point of anguish. I studied his face, ashamed at both my sins as well as the intense yearning, but wanting him. I longed to please him. His long hair hung down, framing his chiseled face, dirt from the battle unable to hide his masculinity. I was mesmerized by the way he looked at me, raw and visceral, his hunger unbridled.

  He would devour me.

  My master jutted his hips forward, slapping his cock against my face.

  Shaking, I took his cock into my hand and ran my f
ingers along his bulging shaft. Shivers coursed through every vein as I crowded between his legs. My pussy clenched again, almost shoving me into a powerful orgasm. I couldn’t. I wasn’t allowed to come.

  “Take me into your mouth,” he instructed.

  I obeyed instantly, opening my mouth wide, my tongue darting around the bulbous head. The taste of him was ripe with a burst of tang and as he filled my mouth, planting his hands on my head, I accepted my place.

  His possession.

  His slave.

  He pumped into my mouth, fucking it long and hard until I gagged from the girth. He was so large, but I wanted nothing more than to take every inch. He issued a series of guttural sounds coming from deep within his belly as he face-fucked me, using me just as he’d told me on the day he’d captured me in the forest. Water came to my eyes, forcing me to blink.

  Finally, my throat relaxed and I closed my eyes, performing my duty. It wasn’t long until I sensed his climax. Clamping down around the thick invasion, I swirled my tongue back and forth as beads of saliva dripped from both sides of my mouth.

  Hissing and growling, he threw his head back and roared, spewing his seed deep within my throat.

  When he finished filling my mouth, I cleaned his cock as required, licking and sucking until he was satisfied. Pulling me onto my feet, he dragged me toward the godawful bench, the crude wooden piece the thing I hated the most. As he secured my wrists and ankles, I wanted to beg for forgiveness, but there was no such thing in this primitive world.

  I stretched against my bindings only once, fearful the round of discipline would be lengthened. The whooshing sound of his favorite strap forced a single moan and I only prayed that he hadn’t heard. I braced for the pain, the agony that would come.

  And it did.

  Luscious. Delicious. Intense.

  Shameful.

  I was so ashamed that I was his possession, humiliated I was being treated like a child.

  Even as my pussy clenched, almost climaxing.

  He issued several harsh smacks in succession, slapping my bottom over and over again. The pain was blinding, even as my pussy slickened the cool wood as I undulated my hips, grinding until there was pleasure. And I kept repeating the same mantra over and over again.

  I belong to him.

  His property.

  You want this. You crave him.

  I noticed the others waiting, their cocks standing at full attention. They were all beasts, every one of them ripped from head to toe.

  And they were hungry, famished to feast on my body.

  I was unable to process my emotions, confusion mixing with temptation. I didn’t want any man or beast to control me. But my body betrayed me, longing for his firm touch and the feel of his thick cock being shoved into every hole.

  The cracking sound of the thick leather echoed in my ears as the wave of anguish curled my toes. I clenched my fists, gulping for air to fill my lungs, to provide some sense of understanding.

  And peace.

  My master stopped, the sound of his thudding boots drowning out my moans. The second his finger wiggled into my asshole, I closed my eyes.

  “We will take you in every manner, brutal and without compromise. You were meant to belong to us.”

  The sounds of the others snarling and growling as they advanced should have produced utter terror. Instead, I was wet with anticipation.

  Jesus.

  Where in the hell had that come from? I was cognizant that my nipples were very hard, pushing against my shirt. I imagined the brute sucking on them, biting down with sharp teeth. I could almost feel his thick, long finger thrusting into my asshole. “God.” The word escaped my mouth and I could almost taste trickles of the beast’s cum. I was fucking losing my mind. We’d been in space too long, the trip arduous.

  “Did you hear a word I was saying, sweetheart?” Samuel snipped.

  Damn it! I glanced at the screen he was pointing to, sighing as he flipped from one grainy photograph to another, blinking several times before I realized the haze had nothing to do with my eyes. Whoever had taken the pictures required a lesson in photography, but the monsters’ rugged features were easy to see.

  Big, brooding, and rock hard.

  And exactly like the roughhewn creatures in my vision.

  My pussy quivered from the thought.

  Shifting uncomfortably, I reminded myself why I was here. I was a scientist as well as a psychiatrist with a job to perform, one of few women allowed on Earth to do so. Everything had changed in a few short years, men dominating in every manner. For a few seconds, I’d thought this assignment might mean more freedom.

  My gut told me I was wrong.

  I took another glance, grimacing. Samples. The poor bastards secured deep within the bowels of Earth Two’s scientific facility didn’t even have names, merely the word ‘sample’ and a number. “Yeah, sure.” I was forced to look past him in order to steal a single glance out the window. He was a highly respected doctor, well versed in metaphysics and the kind of man who required women to fawn all over him.

  Another rumble of the engine was followed by a nasty dip to the right.

  “Shit!” I realized I’d grabbed his arm, digging my nails into his jacket.

  He leaned over, whispering in a husky voice that he believed to be sexy, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll protect you from them. You’ll be in very good hands. All you have to do is obey.”

  Obey. In my mind, I’d already ripped out his throat. Another creep I didn’t need. I’d had my share of them hitting on me in the past.

  “Trust me, sugar cakes. I don’t need anyone’s protection. I do dandy all by myself.” I allowed him to see the sneer, even though I was shaking in my boots, pushing limits that could result in banishment from the mission. As if I cared. I hated to admit that creepy crawlies had stayed with me from the second I’d walked onto a ship that had certainly seen better days. Granted, the mouthy doctor was handsome in some regards, thick wavy black hair and large doe eyes mostly hidden behind thick glasses, but his outward flirtation had plucked my last nerve.

  “Be careful, Dr. Bloom, men still run the world,” he whispered as he grabbed my arm.

  I promptly jerked it away, refusing to give in to his implied threats. “Not here. In space we’re all equals.”

  He snickered, flicking his tongue across his teeth. “Have it your way, sweetheart, but they’re still monsters,” he said absently, closing the screen. “Violent, murderous creatures that I wouldn’t trust outside of a cage. Dr. Forrester is an idiot. Maybe you can actually get through to them. In your way.” He laughed again, his dark eyes twinkling.

  “They are genetically engineered creations designed to help colonize a brand spanking new planet in order for humans to survive. The wonderful people who volunteered for the experiment are heroes. Don’t call them creatures.” My retort was met with a nasty smirk, although the surprise in his eyes was exactly what I was going for. There had been a few leaked reports that several samples had gone rogue, murdering two of the people assigned to the scientific facility, but they’d been unsubstantiated rumors.

  “You’re a fool if you think that, Dr. Bloom. The volunteers are prisoners from Earth offered a special deal. And there’s more. Want to know what that is?” The news reporter in the group offered the information with a sneer.

  I didn’t believe a word he said.

  The air seemed thin, suffocating. My skin crawled just like it had since I’d been ordered on the mission then forced to endure all types of medical testing. Checking for diseases. Checking for heart abnormalities. Checking for fertility. Everything had been a blur. I’d been poked and prodded for two solid days, leaving me drained and antsy, and allowing the visions to take over, vile and horrible dreams that I had to believe were premonitions. I should have refused. I should have quit. That couldn’t have happened. My mind reeled from the sickening patch of images rushing forward, an omen of what we could expect.

  Blood and death awaited our arrival.

  I was as certain of this fact as I’d been of anything in my life.

  The shuttle hit a patch of extreme turbulence, bouncing up then swinging down at least five hundred feet. Every passenger groaned, having endured a bumpy flight beginning only minutes after liftoff.

  Six scientists and one reporter were headed to the scientific compound, our two-week stint considered a reward for hard work and well documented respect highlighted in every government report filtered to the press. That was all bullshit. The others had blatantly spoken out against Earth Two for various scientific reasons, the reporter the only man who’d had the balls to suggest the political hype regarding colonization was flagrant crap. His articles had caused near mass hysteria more than once. This trip was an attempt to regain favor. I grimaced at the thought, rubbing my tired eyes.