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Jorja jolted awake, her senses reeling as she realized her world had shrunk to the confines of a wooden cage rattling on a cart, dragged through the dense woods by one of those hulking, donkey-like beasts they'd glimpsed from above. The cage, barely four feet high, pressed against her naked flesh, the rough wood scraping her skin as she lay sprawled on her back.
Beth's face swam into view, her voice a husky whisper. "You all right, babe?" Jorja's eyes locked onto the doctorânaked, her curves glistening with a sheen of sweat, those full, unbound breasts heaving with each breath. Jorja struggled to sit, her wrists chafing against the tight ropes binding her hands. Shit, she was naked too, her own body exposed, nipples hardening in the cool air. Beth, bound but steady, helped her up with a firm grip, their skin brushing in a way that sent a shiver down Jorja's spine. She glanced overâGreta, also nude, leaned against the cage wall, her eyes shut, bound hands resting in her lap, her thighs parted just enough to hint at the heat between them. "I'm fine. What the fuck happened to us?"
"We're the planet's new playthings, looks like," Beth purred, her voice thick with a mix of dread and dark excitement.
"But why the hell are we stripped bare?" Jorja's voice trembled, her gaze flicking over Beth's taut body.
"These bastards don't cotton to clothes on womenâseems they like the view," Beth replied, a wicked glint in her eye. She didn't dare spill the filthy truth of what happened while Jorja was out cold. When the humanoids ripped off her clothes, that brute Lumpy had been obsessed with her smooth, hairless skin. His massive hands roamed her body, groping her heavy breasts, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, then sliding down to tease her slick cunt. Despite the terror clawing at her, Beth's body betrayed herâher pussy throbbed, wet and aching under his touch.
Lumpy had dipped his thick fingers into her wetness, sniffing them with a grunt before licking them clean, his eyes widening with primal hunger. He reached for her again, and Beth squirmed, trapped between him and Skinny, the slender native behind her. Sandwiched between their towering frames, she felt tiny, helplessâand fuck, insanely turned on. Her gaze dropped to Lumpy's loincloth, the animal skin straining over a massive, throbbing erection that tented the fabric, promising a savage fucking she couldn't shake from her mind.
They grunted to each other in that alien tongue, treating her like a prize to be appraised. Skinny's hands snaked around, cupping her breasts, his fingers dancing over her nipples until they peaked hard, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She felt his cock, rigid and hot, pressing through his loincloth against her ass, and instead of fear, a twisted thrill surged through her. They handled her like a coveted treasure, not a victimâher life was safe, but the question burning in her mind was whether they'd claim her, and if they did, would she resist? Hell, they looked human enoughâbig, muscular, and fucking ready.
"You don't think they fuck like us, do you?" Jorja's voice cut through Beth's haze, pulling her back. "That'd be one hell of a coincidence."
Beth nodded, her mind still reeling from how close she'd come to finding out. "Yeah, let's hope we're not their test dummies for that shit."
"Did they talk to you?" Jorja pressed, her eyes wide.
"Yeah, but it's all gibberish. Too bad a Ute's not onlineâit'd be sucking up data like a champ."
Beth leaned in, her bare thigh brushing Jorja's as she checked the lump on her head, her touch lingering a beat too long. "How's your head?"
"Fine, just a damn headache. How's Greta?"
Beth shook her head, worry etching her features. "Bad headache. This cart's rocking her guts."
Greta cracked her eyes open, forcing a weak smile. "I'm okay, Smith." She winced, slumping back.
Beth caught Jorja's eye, a silent shake of her head signaling her concern. "Where the fuck are they taking us?"
"No clue, but I'd bet on that village we were spying on."
"Goddamn, NASA's gonna flay us for this."
"Not our fault," Beth shot back.
"Tell that to Hunter. We got weapons? A radio?"
"Nada. Lumpy up front swiped everythingâthe Utes, phasers, my med kit. We're bare-assed and empty-handed66."
Jorja caught the edge of Beth's dark humor, meant to bolster their spirits, but fear coiled tight in her chest. And fuck, she needed to piss. The thought of relieving herself in front of Beth and Greta, naked and vulnerable, made her cheeks burn.
She scanned the scene. Lumpy rode ahead, his broad, hairy back a wall of muscle, while Skinny trailed behind, his eyes raking over them like a predator sizing up prey. "If he's Lumpy, what's Skinny's name?"
Beth chuckled darkly. "Your date, if you're lucky."
Silence fell as the cart climbed a hidden switchback trail into the mountains. "What'll the captain and commander do?"
Beth lifted her bound arm, nodding at the transponder. "They know our spot. Hopefully, they see we're not joyriding. Probably debating how much they can bend the Prime Directive."
"I'd storm in, guns blazing, grab us, and blow out," Jorja declared.
"Only room for two in the pod if Greta comes solo. Whoever's left could get nabbed again."
"Gimme a couple charged phasersâI'd hold them off all night. Easy." Her bravado masked the dread gnawing at her.
"NASA might not allow it."
"They're light-years away. If they're coming, they'll hit before the village."
Jorja nodded, the silence thickening. Her bladder screamed. "Shit."
"What's up?"
"Gotta pee. Doubt these assholes'll stop."
Beth shook her head. "No need. There's a hole at the cart's end."
Jorja spotted the oval cutout, humiliation flooding her. Facing Skinny's leering gaze or her peers, she chose the lesser evil. Narrowing her eyes, she imagined her piss as molten fire, squatting over the hole, legs spread wide, bound hands gripping the bars. Skinny laughed, his eyes glinting with lust as her stream arced toward him, debasing her yet fueling a strange, forbidden thrill. For a big woman, she'd never felt so exposed, so desired, her body trembling with a mix of shame and raw, untamed arousal.