I surrendered, completely. Wholly. My body belonged to them, my pleasure, my every breath.
As my body clenched and spasmed around their huge cocks, the scents and sounds started to fade, like I was walking through fog, slipping away until they were—gone.
I was alone. Empty.
My pussy clenching and pulsing around nothing.
I tried to curl into a ball, but couldn’t move.
I drifted back to reality slowly, requiring several minutes to emerge from a strange daze, to discover that I was strapped to a medical examination table in Earth’s processing unit for the Interstellar Bride Program. I blinked, returning to myself, and to the woman I’d spent too much time with the last few days.
Warden Egara stared down at me with dark eyes and a program tablet in her hand. My body trembled with continued need as aftershocks of the orgasm still fluttered through my pussy. The exam table was cold and the gown I wore was open in the back. The standard gray cloth was covered with small replicas of the Interstellar Bride Program’s insignia in a repeating pattern of red. I felt like I was wearing wallpaper.
“Very good, Hannah. The matching process is complete.” Warden Egara was a stern-faced young woman who took her job, matching human women to their alien mates, very seriously. She looked at the medical equipment on the wall above my head and nodded to an assistant in a plain gray uniform who entered the room and began to remove the wires, tubes, and sensors they had attached to my head and body for the match assessment.
“What was that, a dream?” I licked my lips, parched from crying out my release. I wanted to know. A dream? A fantasy? Some deep, dark need I had buried so long ago that I didn’t even know it existed? I’d just dreamt of being spanked and fucked, and not just by one man, but two. I’d also come harder than I ever had in my life.
“Oh, no, dear,” the warden commented. “That was the recorded mating ritual of another human bride. That recording is several years old and belonged to a bride I sent there in the early days of the program.” Warden Egara’s face held a hint of a smile, the first I’d seen from her since entering the building for processing several days ago. She was very dedicated to her job. Very thoughtful, as if she had a personal interest in the happiness of every unmated warrior in the galaxy.
“You mean… I? That was… what?” What was I trying to say? “That was real?”
“Oh, yes. The Neuroprocessing Units used by the matching system will be embedded in your body during final processing for transport. Not only does the NPU help you understand and speak their language, it has been preprogrammed to record your own mating ceremony so it can be properly documented and used to assist other brides in their own matching. Just like the other woman’s experience was used to help match you.”
I shuddered and wished she’d left me there, in that dreamland, for a few more minutes. I wanted more. Craved it. “Will my mate be like that?” Like what, I wasn’t sure. I never got to see a face, but I knew. I knew I wanted him. Or them.
But two men? That was why I was confused.
“There were two men. Was I matched to two men?”
She shook her head. “No. You are only matched to one male. And your primary mate will be a warrior, but it will not be that warrior.”
What did primary mate mean?
I shuddered and tried to imagine what might happen to me in the future. Would my mate be as big? As strong? Would I feel what that other bride felt? Would my mate want to include a second man in our mating ceremony? Would I want him to? What I had just experienced had gone beyond eagerness to total trust. Raw, mindless lust. Would I be as happy to be claimed as she had been?
I had never imagined being spanked before. I’d only thought of it as punishment, so I never would have volunteered for that. Truth be told, I didn’t want to be matched to an alien mate at all. But, here I was, strapped to this freaking table in the processing center and it was my own fault. I’d volunteered for the Interstellar Bride Program to help get my brother out of debt with some very nasty people. He had three kids and a wife and if he didn’t come up with a large sum of cash, they were all going to be on the streets. Or worse. Much worse.
My job as a preschool teacher barely paid me enough to survive on my own. I didn’t have any extra money to give my brother. But I could do this.
Until this moment, I hadn’t really believed there would be anything enjoyable in the matching process for me. I had doubted the bride program’s ability to find a suitable match. I mean, really? How could a stupid computer program know which man in the entire galaxy would be perfect for me? I’d never found the right guy on Earth, so how could they find an alien match for me on a distant planet? The quivering pleasure I’d just experienced made me hopeful. Very hopeful. It was the first time in the past few weeks that I’d felt maybe things would be all right. Maybe volunteering for the Interstellar Bride Program hadn’t been the biggest mistake of my life.