“I have half a mind to kill the Jorval for his mistreatment,” growled Hul, hovering over Gol’s shoulder, studying the now unconscious female. Hul’s concern for her was evident.
“Let us get her back to the ship; we shall feed her and run tests. I want to know everything about our new, little pet.”
Hul nodded in agreement. Without wasting another moment, they carried their purchase back towards the main docking bays.
Chapter Two
The nightmare had somehow turned into a scrumptious erotic dream. Gone were the strange creatures, replaced by glorious, muscle-bound hunks, whose red skin you wanted to lick, just to see if it was candy apple flavored.
A deep voice penetrated her senses, sending delightful little shivers over her spine, along with something warm, stroking her skin in a slow, caressing motion.
“She was severely dehydrated and malnourished, no doubt from the Jorval’s neglect, but she will be fine.” The formal, serious voice brought her to awareness. She was lying on something soft.
Oh, what were their names again, Gol and Hul? Yes. How could she forget the huge seven-foot tall, blood-red skinned aliens, with black hair and eyes the color of molten gold? Hmm, a ruby, wet dream if there ever was one.
She remembered the sleeveless uniforms they wore, which displayed a host of muscles, telling her of their immense strength. And here she was, little Katrina Greendale, at their mercy. Right now she should be absolutely terrified of what they were going to do with her, to her. But the look in Gol’s eyes somehow drained all her fear, making her want to trust him, despite it all.
Okay, so she was utterly insane. Abducted by aliens, then trusting the next ones who paid for her, no less. Yes, her senses were sharp at the moment.
“And the other tests?” It was Gol’s voice filtering through her mind.
“All scans are positive. Physically, she differs very little from our own females, except for her overly large, chest mounds.”
"I find her mounds very appealing. I like the way they feel in my hands."
Obviously, he'd had a good grope of her breasts while she'd been out for the count. For some reason, she was not repulsed by the thought.
The other alien sounded the same as Gol, but she could hear a slight difference. Still, it was an odd conversation to be waking up to. Kat kept her lids closed, wanting to hear all she could before facing reality and opening her eyes.
“We can mount her?”
Kat felt her stomach clench at his word ‘mount’. It was clear they wanted to have sex with her. Her sex clenched at the mere thought of it. Damn it, why did her sex-starved body have to rejoice at the idea? Even if, mentally, it frightened her, well a little.
“She has a fragile bone structure; if mounting is to be attempted, it should be done with care. We do not want to cause distress or discomfort to her.”
With care. At least they care about my comfort. Maybe it won’t be so bad after all? Kat wanted to slap her brain back to sanity.
“What about making her our sheraz? I paid more than the required bride price for her. She already belongs to us.”
“You know as well as I, a sheraz has to be a free female, not an owned one. They must make the choice of which set of quad they wish to join. Plus, I do not know if she is genetically able to take our offspring. She is too small and delicate to gestate quads.”
“I fear if we free her, she may not choose us, but I want her so badly. I’ve already mounted the fuck droid twice. I am nowhere near satisfied. Alert me when she is recovered.”
Kat now knew it was Gol’s hand that had been stroking her, making her body tingle.
What is a fuck droid, and would they fuck her? They were so big, if the rest of them were in proportion … Oh, god!
Hearing footsteps and a whoosh of the door, Kat hoped she was alone, but from the movement around her she knew she wasn’t. This both excited and unnerved her.
Damn it, she couldn’t pretend to be asleep forever! The deep, gnawing hunger in the pit of her belly compelled her to act.
She drew in a deep breath and cracked open her lids a little, pleased to find the lights weren’t bright and blinding, but soft. She blinked several times to clear her vision, bringing into focus the same handsome, red face of the alien, who had bought her in the market.
His golden eyes regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and raw heat.
Her tongue darted out to lick her dry lips; she was desperately thirsty. She also noted his gaze followed her movement. She swallowed, but ended up coughing, leaning over the bed in an attempt to clear her throat.
“Easy, little pet, here.” Big Red Alien Man lifted her head, pressing the rim of a container to it. Sweet liquid rushed over her tongue and down the back of her throat. She found herself clutching the bottle and gulping the liquid down greedily.