“You are in Balaviora, the main city of the Maldonians on this planet.”
“You’re called Maldonians?”
“Yes. And you are our most welcome guest,” he replied, stopping before a section of wall.
There was, however, a small symbol on the wall. He took her hand and pressed it to the surface. A door appeared, sliding open, the room inside illuminating automatically.
“This is your room, keyed to your genetic code. If you get lost, the system will direct you here. There is food and beverage inside, and more will be delivered in the morning. I would stay longer if I could, we have much to discuss, but for now, please, rest. You will have a full day ahead of you.”
With that, he moved to leave, his gaze lingering a long moment before he finally turned and walked away. Olivia shambled into her suite and looked at the utterly alien design.
“Uh, where’s the bed?”
A barely illuminated rectangle appeared, but there appeared to be nothing tangible there. She reached out carefully, shocked to find another type of force field pressing back against her hand. Gingerly, she climbed atop the seeming nothingness, cradled in its soothing power.
“Oh, this is nice,” she mused, kicking off her shoes, marveling at the way the mysterious system somehow adjusted itself to always be just the right amount of support and perfect temperature no matter how she moved.
She looked once at the food on the nearby table, the thought of eating flashing through her mind for a moment before her exhaustion won out. She was sound asleep just seconds later.
CHAPTER NINE
Olivia slept like the dead. Unlike the deceased, however, she woke the following morning feeling refreshed and alive. Better than that, even. She felt like a million bucks.
“Wow,” she said, stretching languorously like a cat rousing from a long snooze in the warmth of the sun’s embrace.
She rolled over, moving close to the edge of the nearly invisible force serving as her bed. Did it adjust according to her size and weight? Had it adjusted its firmness to her needs? Could it alter its power to accommodate more occupants if needed? It was all so new, so novel, and for the first time since her abduction Olivia found herself actually enjoying the fascinating nature of some new alien tech.
Quite literally, this had been the most comfortable bed she’d ever slept in, and there wasn’t even a mattress or blanket. At least, not in the traditional sense. Yet somehow this marvel of technology had read her body’s needs and provided just the right warmth, cushion, and even the sensation of a weighted blanket when she became restless in her sleep.
But had it also healed her aches?
Olivia gently touched behind her ear, first the newly inked one, then the injured one. Neither of them hurt at all. Better than that, her skin seemed to have taken to the alien healing balm incredibly well, the damaged area already a little itchy as the scab began peeling where the flesh beneath it had healed at a rapid clip.
“Hang on. The old man put that stuff on theotherside,” she realized. But somehow the concoction had soaked into her bloodstream, mending not just the new tattoo, but all of her ails.
Her hands roamed across her body, testing the bruised and scraped areas that she’d whacked, banged, and scratched in her long trek.
“Amazing,” she marveled as her touch confirmed that, indeed, she was healing all over, and it wasmarvelous.
“Oh!” she gasped as she ran her fingers between her legs, more a casual touch than anything with intent.
It had been innocent enough, but her body reacted hard and fast, her swelling clit jolting her body with an electric surge of pleasure at the touch. She was, she realized, almost instantly wet as well.
“Nnnngh,” she groaned, rubbing little circles just the right way, a ball of hot bliss growing fast in her belly, her pussy swelling up from the sudden rush of blood accompanying the sensations.
Faster she rubbed, her abs flexing, her legs clenching as a small but delightful orgasm shot through her body faster than she could normally achieve in the best of circumstances.
“What the hell was that?” she wondered, reveling in the nice sensations still lingering all over her body.
She was positively buzzing with low-level bliss. After so long living in a state of perpetual stress and fear, this was the first time she’d actually felt sexy in far longer than she cared to admit. The realization of just how much that part of herself had beenshut off startled her now that it had come rushing back on. She’d known stress would do that, as was perfectly natural, but damn it felt good to feel her femininity again.
“Let’s hope this is the start of something good. I could really use something good right about now.” She swung her feet off the edge of her floating bed and slid to the floor. “Man, I could go for a nice shower right about now.”
“What manner of shower would you prefer?” a disembodied voice asked.
“What the hell? Who’s that?”
“I am the Service, Labor, and Utility Technofacilitator for this domicile, at your service.”
