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She wiggled forward to take his smooth sack into her mouth, enjoying the difference between his silky-soft folds and the rock-hard dick she had been working on. His balls tensed up beneath her lips, quickening to expel their hot release.

“Enough,” he said, his voice a pained gasp as he pulled away from her. “I will make you ready now.”

She was more than ready, could feel her lower lips nearly dripping with readiness, but she wasn’t about to complain.

He pushed a button to raise the height of her bed before he knelt between her bound ankles and tense legs like a dark master willing to serve her pleasure. She was the one tied up, the one called
slave
and
captive
, but he spread her folds with a reverent touch. His body worshipped her as if she were his queen. He sucked her clit into his sinfully hot mouth, teasing with a demanding tongue until she screamed out.

They were both thralls to each other, each meant to gratify the other while the rest of creation could disappear around them. The chains between them could never be severed. Hers were shackles she wore voluntarily. To hell with their differences. To hell with the consequences.

He stood between her legs and lowered the bed once again. How she wanted to wrap her fingers in his hair and pull him down on her, to kiss him deeply as he entered her. It was so frustrating, and yet her excitement at being restrained and worked over was at a fever pitch. He leaned over and readied his throbbing cock against her. She could feel its weight and heat and struggled against her bonds to force her hips closer, reaching for him with her pussy. His mouth found a puckered nipple, and he nipped it greedily as he nudged her spread lips with his head. And then slowly he slid inside her. She gasped and writhed against his thrusts, squirming in delight toward his hot tongue while his mouth pulled hard on her tit.

His cock felt huge, like he was ready to burst, but he would wait for her. This game of servant and master had unspoken rules. He slipped in and out of her, grinding against her erect clit each time he entered her fully. An inferno raged hotter and higher within her. He raised himself up to look at her face, and his expression of unveiled sexual hunger fueled her rapture.

Stella’s climax washed over her with brutal force and shuddered through her core. Her cries mingled with his as he pulsed his seed into her womb. His ejaculation seemed to last an eternity, and it sparked a succession of her own drawn-out release. It was the longest and most delicious dream orgasm ever.

Noth was suddenly standing at her bedside, his hands working her wrists free of their bonds.

*

Stella opened her eyes to see her dream lover’s brawny medical assistant setting her aching limbs free.

“I am Uryu. I work with Doctor Zobor.” His English was stilted, and she noted a communication bud in his right ear. It was the same guy she had spit at when she first arrived. Stella wondered if he was nervous to approach her. His smooth head and deep brown eyes reminded her of that actor in the movie
Hitman.
Timothy Olyphant—that was his name.

She remembered that as far as the witch who brought them here knew, Stella spoke only Spanish. Biting her tongue, she stared silently back at him.

“We will leave you unbound, but you must not fight us.” He waited for a reply, but Stella maintained her stony expression.

“You do not understand?” He glanced down at the notation device he had placed on her bedside table. “You are the one who speaks the unknown language.”

Nothing from Stella.

“I will have Doctor Zobor speak with you.” He smiled reassuringly.

Uryu turned to leave, pressing a thumb against the pad that triggered the door. It had been difficult not to speak, and she breathed a forceful sigh as the door closed. One slip-up and their secret would be out, and both she and Noth would fall under suspicion.

That was the last thing she wanted. Her dream had been so vivid. It had left her heart and her girly parts aching for him. She had definitely come in her sleep. Had Uryu noticed some bizarre behavior right before he woke her?

At least she didn’t have a history of talking in her sleep. That could make things ugly.

She stretched out her stiff arms. They had been bound at her sides only periodically during the day and always at night. She assumed her military guards were less numerous and less attentive after dark, but if that Uryu guy had told her the truth, she wouldn’t have to submit to more restraints following her next exercise period. She gazed at the ring on her thumb. The first time her restraints had been opened, she’d considered removing it after all. But her anger had diffused by then, and the memory of Noth’s pleading face kept the band firmly on her finger.

Maybe she was a fool, but she was also in love. The two often walked hand in hand. Did it even matter that Noth was not human? It seemed like a trivial obstacle when she examined her feelings. The heart wanted what it wanted, and Stella had decided to let hers lead the way.

She hopped out of her bed, relishing the promise of freedom, of a sort. In truth, they had been given frequent intervals of liberty. There was a lovely park somewhere in the middle of the space station. Noth had told her during his exam visit yesterday that he’d provided numerous studies to his superiors about the benefits of exercise and fresh air to increase conception rates and decrease stress. He had managed to get the arboretum—or the oasis as she referred to it—landscaped and planted before the abduction.

Stella had told him that tying people up probably negated the benefits of simulated outdoor spaces and exercise.

But the walks in the park were the highlight of her days. The gorgeous setting was complete with a path wide enough to accommodate a strolling couple. The walkway wove in lazy twists and turns through the tropical-looking environment. It was planted with flora indigenous to Noth’s planet, and the vegetation was strikingly different from that of Earth. The leaves of Artanian plants were immense compared to the largest foliage on Earth.

The enormous skylight above the rolling plot was the most disturbing to Stella. Did the other girls feel the same when they were released in the oasis? Thus far, she had only seen strangers in the jungle. The women she came across seemed more like sheep than people. Stella assumed they were too frightened to resist their captors. No one tried to speak to her, which was probably for the best since she was not supposed to know English anyway. None of the women she met had been Rayna. Stella would have risked talking to her.

The blue sky during Stella’s walk that morning had blazed brilliantly with a glowing orb. It wasn’t far off from the daytime sky on Earth, except for the odd planet which was occasionally visible. Noth had called it Artanos. From their vantage point hovering above his home planet, the land looked to be covered in green with smaller patches of ocean than Earth possessed.

The coloring was the same, but the outline of continents was jarringly unfamiliar. Stella was disconcerted when her first evening walk showed two moons circling the planet. Two days later, a tiny third moon had become visible in the corner of the expansive window. Because of its size, she supposed it orbited one of the larger satellites. A moon’s moon, if that were possible.

On each of her walks, Stella wondered just how far from home they were.

But now, even closed off in her Spartan room, she relished her freedom from the stiff bed. Her arms stretched above her head, while her erect nipples were brushed by the thin fabric of the hospital-type gown she wore. What had become of her clothes, her underwear in particular? There was no sign of them in the barren space.

With only a hum of warning, the door slid open to reveal the alien she had dreamed about moments ago. He wheeled before him a cart laden with all types of gadgets including a machine about the size of a loaf of bread.

She watched his face as he entered the room. His expression wasn’t too different from the one he had worn when he entered her moments before in la-la land. Noth’s eyes smoldered, darkening like a storm front blowing in at record speed. His jaw clenched. Was it frustration? Was it the misery of seeing her stretching in the tissue-thin garment when he was completely helpless to touch her? God, she hoped so.

“You know about the restraints?” He spoke in Spanish, his voice hard like the faint outline in his pants.



. ¿
Y qué va a pasar ahora
?”
Yes. And what happens now?

“Now we will begin the implantation process.” He walked toward her and removed a blood-pressure cuff from the wall. She probably had a serious case of hypertension, especially since his last statement sounded like her dream come to life. If not for the damn video camera that kept her company at all times, it could become a reality.

His strong hands wrapped the cuff around her arm, and a thumb brushed her nipple in the process. She stood still and inhaled his scent, exotic with an herbal flavor she couldn’t wrap her tongue around. It was probably some native plant used in his … what? Deodorant? Soap? Whatever. He smelled luscious and virile. Like the forest after a hard rain, woodsy and earthy. He was standing close enough for his hard-on to press against her leg and taunt her still throbbing clit.

“I have replaced the embryos with harmless saline, but we must go through with the inoculation for appearance. I am sorry.” His tone sounded as if he were simply explaining his actions, businesslike and professional. The bulge in his pants told another story.

“The female who watches us expects the procedures to begin immediately. You all received a hormone injection. It results in a matching ovulatory schedule, and therefore, a uniform implantation window. The commander knows this. I am hopeful she will remain off-site. Her absence will facilitate my duplicity.”

He always avoided speaking Krael’s name.
Smart thinking.
The military leader would definitely pick it out from their sea of Spanish and wonder what their conversation was about.

“If you can keep from stopping my hands, you may remain unbound. My coworkers are preparing the other women for the procedure. I will perform the act to ensure the false embryos are not discovered. It will be as noninvasive as the monitoring devices allow. The women will not know it is faked, for their safety and for ours.”

Noth led her back to the cot. She sat on the edge while he placed a needleless syringe against her upper arm. A soft puffing sound burst out as a cool blast was painlessly injected.

“This is saline, but we must pretend it is a drug to keep you relaxed. The other women will get the true medication and a dose of
Tristayl
, the forgetting serum, to make the process as easy as I am able. I believe I can fake the implantation with minimal physical contact.” He gave her an apologetic look.

“My sister will have an aircraft meet us here at my call. I will gain access to the coordinates to the station control room tonight. A friend, a computer specialist as you would call him, has an appointment in the flight command center. He is to be trained to perform data analysis for the department and promises to assist me. He will open the docking portal so you may all board safely when the time comes.”

“I know you are trying,” she said quietly, keeping her face placid as if she truly had been given the sedation drug. “How long will it take to get back home? How far away are we?”

“Farther than you can comprehend, and closer than you can imagine.”

He smiled at her, his expression hidden from the camera behind him. Those curving lips were both sweet and hungry as his gaze wandered down to her straining tits. He set her blood boiling with just a look.

“What do you mean?”

Noth eased her back onto the cot. Stella’s arms screamed at the reinstatement of immobility after so short a period of freedom. Even unbound, she was forced to keep still.

“We travel through negative-mass tunnels. Space layered over space. Your kind calls them wormholes. Humans grasp the concept, but have not discovered a way to harness the power to keep these pathways open for use as we have.” He snapped up a set of stirrups as he spoke, and her mind instantly and graphically outlined the naughty things they could do with her feet locked high in the air.

Noth removed a bottle from his tray of equipment. He inspected it carefully and then nodded in satisfaction, as if he noted an otherwise invisible marking that identified it as saline. He withdrew the solution, and evacuated it into a petri dish before drawing it up into a long, thin syringe. It appeared to be of plastic, soft-tipped and somewhat pliable. Not a long, scary needle, anyway.

“We can arrive at your planet in less than one Earth day.”

“Wow.” The sheer magnitude of what he was saying made her feel as if her mind truly was clouded by drugs. It was almost impossible to make sense of it.

He placed a circular disk, about two inches thick, before his eye and gazed at the filled syringe momentarily as he scrolled a switch along the side. Bending over the empty petri dish, he performed the same task before nodding once again. He then put the weird handheld-microscope-type instrument back with the rest of his devices.

“I need your feet up in the stirrups.”

She saw his cock jump in his pants as she raised a long leg, purposely dripping sensuality. Stella matched the slow movement with her other limb and lay back, spread wide for him.

“I
bet
you want my feet in the stirrups.”

She kept her tone casual, relying on her words and actions to tease him.

He growled quietly as he gave her a warning look. The camera was trained on his back, but anyone watching could make out Stella’s facial expression. She kept a calm mask, slitting her eyes as if in a drug-induced semi-stupor. The expression was similar to a look of sexual ecstasy. She was really going to fuck with him, even if she couldn’t
fuck
him.

Noth wheeled his cart toward the foot of the cot, parking it in a spot that shielded the work he did on her.

“Please shift your bottom down to the end of the bed.”

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