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understand how this worked for the Utai’ians. Did all of them do kink, or just some? Was every sexual contact seen as a scene or were there other uses of sexuality on their world? I didn’t have much time to find out but since I’d traveled so far, I hated not to find out all I could while I had the chance.
    Oo’ir's eyes lit up and his jaw pulsed. “Yes. I need more punishment. You will punish me this time?”
    If punishing Oo’ir had anything to do with riding his cock some more, I’d surely try. “Yes, if you would like me to.”
    He let out a “Ha ha!” laugh that sounded triumphant, and stood from the chair, taking me with him, still impaled on his massive member. “Transporter,” he said. “Private suites.”
    Before I could protest his choice of transportation, a large tractor beam appeared from the ceiling and swallowed us whole. Seconds later, I opened my eyes in a luxury bedroom setting. If Oo’ir wasn’t the richest man on Utai, he was at least filthy damn loaded. He stood next to me – our bodies uncoupled by the transporter process – and motioned toward the wall above the bed. On it hung a strange assortment of objects, some vaguely familiar, others brand new to me.
    “There are many ways you can punish me, Earthling. Which do you choose?”
    As I contemplated the wall, the door popped open. A young servant girl sank to her knees. “Emperor, your wife is here.”
    Emperor? Holy crap-a-roonie . Oo’ir was the big cheese? My eyes widened and my breathing squealed to a halt.
    Oo’ir saw this and laughed.
    An Utai’ian woman glided into the room, as big and as green as her husband – or whatever they called their mating pairs here. She spoke in a language my translator did not understand. Perhaps it was slang, or some other idiosyncrasy of their dialect. Maybe it was a litany composed solely of swear words. Whatever it was, it came out as a huffy reprimand while she looked me up and down and then spat at her husband.
    Oo’ir crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
    When his wife finished her tirade, she vacated the room in a swirl of white cloth. Oo’ir turned, grabbed me and tossed me on the bed on my back. He flung himself down on top of me, grinning from green ear to green ear. “Bad. Punish me.”
    His thick green cock pressed against my thigh. I had the idea his punishment involved more penetration and I was fine with that, unless the wife came back. Having just recently had one death sentence mitigated, I wasn’t eager to try my luck with a second. Leaving Utai alive was a good plan. But the eager gleam in his eyes was almost pleading, his need infectious. It damn near stole my heart. And really, how many emperors begged for such treatment? Wasn’t the anomaly of it alone reason enough to comply? Besides, I’d have bragging rights at the bar for decades to come. “How?”
    He snapped up and grabbed a long, thin piece of metallic looking plasti-synth from the wall. Along its edge were tiny square teeth, all set in an even row. But the bow itself looked flexible. Suddenly I understood its purpose. He handed me the whip and resumed the top position. With his hand he pointed to his back. “Strike me, here.”
    Curious, I parted my legs and allowed him access.
    This time, he entered me with one long, full stroke and paused, hovering over me, waiting. “Punishment. I need to be punished.” His hips surged forward as he groaned the word, shoving his cock impossibly further into my cunt.
    I groaned, too, and struck the middle of his back. The light in his eyes intensified, so I struck him again, right on his meaty green ass. Then I hit him between the shoulder blades, harder this time. The whip made a nice snapping sound but wasn’t heavy to wield. “Good?”
    Above me, Oo’ir closed his eyes and rocked his hips in a rolling, half-sideways pattern. His green complexion appeared flushed. “Again. More.”
    Since he’d given me more when I’d asked for it, he