“You are aroused,” he stated simply, when his fingers slipped between the lips of her pussy and found the slickness that had welled up between her legs.
There wasn’t much point in denying this statement, so she just looked at him with her mouth open, horror-stricken. This was all so very wrong, and she wanted to set it right—to behave properly, like a scientist. And yet, she couldn’t get herself to tell him to stop.
Her chest heaved as his fingers worked between her thighs. One instinct prompted her to squeeze them together, to protect the most precious part of herself. An opposite reaction caused them to part, letting him in.
She shook her head, thoughts flying wildly in her mind, colliding, mixing together. When she managed to speak, her words fell flat and made little sense. “It shouldn’t be like this,” she said.
The creature seemed to have expected this statement. “Save yourself the trouble of resisting. There is more pleasure in submission,” he growled.
She shuddered as his strong finger parted her folds and found the bud of her clit. His fingers worked expertly to pull the hood of her skin away from the tender bundle of nerves, which he found with more dexterity than any human she’d ever known.
He rubbed his finger gently over her clit, just the right amount of pressure to send a shudder of pleasure through her. It was with the same expertise as her own finger, only slightly too much or too little, making her crave it more.
“The Rivokia have discovered that replication is most successful when the female specimen is pleasured sexually. We will test you for other stimuli to determine which behaviors will provide you the most sexually satisfying experience and therefore the most economical breeding.”
Despite herself, and the extreme weirdness of what he was saying, she felt her body priming at his touch. Her petals drenched with more wet as he stroked her. Her face and chest flushed as her body did exactly what he’d said: preparing itself for a coupling despite the bizarre situation. Her human modesty got the better of her, and she tried to pull away.
He stilled her with a hand on the shoulder, his other still probing her center. “You will experience great pleasure here,” he promised.
She shook her head, still trying to resist his advances.
“Give in. Give in or you will be corrected,” he said.
She gasped as her body shook with pleasure at the wordcorrected.
The creature watched this, too, with the same intense curiosity that he watched everything. His fingers slowed, and he blinked, withdrawing his hand from her folds, as if he had taken measurements that he required and was now done.
She was panting, craving more—cravingrelease—but also grateful that he didn’t seem to want to probe her any further. He was discovering truths about her sexual preferences, her fantasies, that she hadn’t even fully admitted to herself. Let alone anyone else.
Let alone an alien.
But with the same abrupt, coarse mannerisms he had so far deployed, the alien was now urging her to get out of the water. She rose when he lifted her by her bound hands, and she followed him without him needing to instruct her.
After all, what else could she do?
As she walked behind him, she racked her brains for the training they’d received for just this type of scenario. It hadn’t been extensive, because no one really believed this kind of thing would ever happen. Most intelligent life made contact by… well, making contact.
Assess your situation, get your bearings. Assess your resources. Attempt to send any kind of signal…
Well. That was all pretty much useless, she thought, even as she diligently attempted to “assess” her situation. They seemed to be underground, which limited her ability to send a distress signal in almost every way. Her exo-suit was the only known communication device thatmightmake it through some rock, but she doubted it.
She had zero resources, unless she counted her body—evidently desired for breeding—and her charming personality. Even her brains didn’t seem to be of much help in this situation.
Kat had always been taking serious physical combat courses. Sonya found herself wishing she’d done the same.
CHAPTER3
She huddled in a small cavern cut from the rock. They were in a much more intimate space than the large cavern where she’d been displayed and whipped in front of the others. They had entered this room after a lengthy walk, during which time she had not concluded much about anything, other than what she already knew from five minutes after awakening.
They were in a cave system. There was water, and it was strangely blue and luminescent. Everything seemed to be this way, which meant there was likely a chemical process at work here that allowed them, like deep sea creatures, to harvest energy beneath the ground. Somewhere distant, a brook of water babbled.
Other than that, all she had noticed was the preponderance of males, unless she had something wrong there. And that definitely wasn’t a resource. It seemed like a pretty big problem.
The walls of the small chamber glowed with the same blue color as the water, the alien’s eyes, and seemingly everything.
But her scientific curiosity was diverted constantly to the “breeding process” and the alien himself, so she had abandoned trying to figure out what caused the walls to be luminescent.
It was warmer here than in the larger cave. So warm she was almost grateful she had no clothes on. She was quite comfortable as far as temperature went, but being naked was still unnerving her psychologically. No amount of reason could tamp down the sense of humiliation that came with being totally nude and bound and at the whims of a huge, hulking male. She had her knees tucked under her chin to shield her breasts, her legs pointed toward the wall to hide her womanhood from his gaze.
