Zeta's skin was now more damaged than it had been during the battle, and her nourishing fluids now coated the bed beneath her. With each hit, Zeta's body became more and more excited. Her cunt was dripping, her nipples were hard, her skin was flushed in all the right places for a human. But Zeta still felt nothing. There had only been that slight little hiccup of emotion a moment ago, and that could not possibly be what Khementari wanted to see. "Khementari. Perhaps we should try to recreate the situation on the Carrack."