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"This is our newest find, I will send some with you for your Emperor as a gift, to show what we can offer if hewould accept us into the empire. You may pick one or two of them for yourself for tonight, as a gift to our growing friendship."
I had no intentions of spending the night at Crough's palace, but my eyes were drawn like a magnet to the merrilies. One especially, with alabaster skin that looked entirely too pale. Long, brownish-golden hair cascaded down her body to her waist. Light honey-colored eyes connected with mine and for a moment I saw a pleading appeal to me to save her.
She was much smaller than the merrilies of our race, but her beauty was beyond anything I had ever seen before. Her tits, so proudly arched out because of her bound hands, bounced enticingly with erect nipples begging to be sucked on. Her waist was so tiny I could have easily wound my hands around her and have my fingers touch. Her flaring hips stood in stark contrast to the small waist, and I forced myself not to lick my lips at the thought of putting my hands on each side and pushing her back and forward on my cock.
Speaking of, my cock agreed a hundred-percent with my assessment and stiffened in my breeches in anticipation.
I spied a peculiar patch of hair between her legs, hiding her sex, and my fingers itched to part it to find out what it hid.
Not to forget her legs, good gods, had I ever seen legs this long before? And well shaped? I swallowed hard at the image of those legs wrapped around my neck while my head explored her cunt. Or scissored behind my waist while I plowed into her and—
"See anything you like? I can provide you with another species, any species you choose if these are not to your pleasing," Crough chirped, bringing me back to the present. In amusement I noted the object of my affection turning her head from me, cutting off our eye contact. A rebuke? Defiance?
Against my better judgment I perused the other merrilies, not out of curiosity, I had already made my choice, but I wanted to see if I could get a rise out of her.
Why, I didn't know. I didn't even know if these creatures, no matter how similar to us, were capable of speech or intelligent thought. Both necessities for me to bed one. I would never lower myself to rutting with a lower species who didn't know any better.
"That one." I pointed at her.
"A good choice. I will have her readied for your pleasure."
If I had had any inkling what he meant by that I would have called a stop to it right then, but fool that I was I didn't, and I became more enraptured byCrough telling me how he had discovered this newest find and how he was about to exploit it, to give the merrily another fleeting thought.
The Cryons were known for their relentless pursuit of discovering new planets and exploiting them until nothing but ruins and scorched dirt were left. Curbing their appetite was the only reason I would ever consider voting for allowing them as members into the empire. As a member they would have to play by the rules of the empire, and it would put a stop to the Cryons exterminating species of lesser technological advancement than them.
My heart about stoppedwhen he pointed at me. I didn't need to understand their language to know what this meant. I just wasn't sure if my heart dropped in relief or fear.
That he had chosen me was easy to read, but for what reason? Would he eat me for dinner? Rape me? Take me away from here? Or would this be my lot in life now to service a different alien every night? And what would he do to me? What kind of pleasure did a brutal-looking warrior like him derive from a woman? That's when I actually began to pray he wouldonlyrape me. Thousands of other scenarios moved through my head thanks to my overactive imagination while two gray aliens pulled me away.
Where were we going now?
I was so tired of being pulled and pushed from one place to another. I was tired of being afraid and tired of not understanding what they said. Most of all, I was tired. How long had I been their captive now? It had to have been days.
That meant more than at least a week since the alien invasion had passed. Some snarky part of my mind wondered if I should be proud or ashamed of myself for having made it through the end of the world for three quarters of a week before my capture.
I worried that my mind was turning hysterical and my knotting belly reminded me that it had been days since I had last eaten. Not that my diet had been particularly good over the five days I had been able to hold out. A half dozen donuts, a few stale sandwiches and a questionable soup before the electricity went out, more dried-out donuts after.
The aliens prodded me into a small room with a hovering surface in the middle that reminded me too much of an examination table and all the pictures I had seen of gray aliens probing people, that for the first time I began to buck and fight.
"No, don't put me on there."
Angry chirping followed, and thankfully they didn't punch me this time, but I discovered that they were stronger than they appeared as they lifted me effortlessly onto the polished metal surface.
Lying on my bound hands strained my shoulders and I cried out, which went unnoticed, as several hands held me still.
My eyes bugged out of my head when one of the aliens approached me with a gun-like gadget in his hand. Were they going to shoot me now? Was that other alien, the one who had chosen me, into necrophilia? Or was I after all going to be served as some kind of meal?
I squirmed, but three-fingered hands tilted my head to the side and held me in place as I helplessly watched the barrel of the gun pointing toward me. He aimed it at the back of my head and then there was pain. So much pain exploded inside me that I screamed and saw stars. My body jerked before I began to convulse.
Only the aliens holding on to me kept me on the hovering examination table, otherwise I would have fallen to the ground and I wasn't sure if I would have ever gotten back up. Not that I cared right then, as my brain felt like it was engulfed in flames, right before something moved inside it. What had they done to me?
"… chlean ip…chirp… then…chirptake her to the Pandraxian's bed."
"Yes, sir."
The one who shot me left and as the pain slowly subsided I realized they hadn't really shot me, but rather implanted some kind of translator device. Again my emotions were torn. Should I be grateful that I understood them now or had ignorance been more blissful?
The orders of "take her to the Pandraxian's bed"were pretty damn clear, I just wasn't sure how I felt about it. Would I be able to plead with him for mercy? Would he have any?
