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Greta stirred awake the next morning, her head clearer, a faint smile breaking through as she murmured to the doctor how much better she felt, her voice a soft rasp in the dim light of Spike's hut. But Beth could barely turn her attention to her commander, her body still humming from the night's relentless passion. Spike had bound her overnight with coarse chains, tethering her naked form to the rough bedding mat beside him, her wrists and ankles adorned with the cool metal that clinked with every movement. The night had been a wild, primal danceâfucking was the only word that fit the raw, animalistic coupling they'd surrendered to with eager abandon, far removed from the tender notion of making love. Her body, now accustomed to his massive girth, had welcomed him effortlessly this time, her slick heat stretching to envelop him as he plunged deep, his thick cock filling her with a searing intensity that defied any attempt at description. Each thrust had driven her to the edge, her inner walls clenching around him, and when he erupted within her, his hot seed flooding her core, the sensation was so intoxicating that no sooner had he pulled outâhis length glistening with their mingled fluidsâthan a desperate, insatiable hunger seized her. She craved him again, aching to drift into sleep with his hard, pulsing cock still buried within her trembling cunt, her thighs quivering with the need to hold him there, a desire so fierce and unfamiliar it left her breathless, a sensation she'd never known with any lover before.
Beth's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and illicit thrill as she lay there, acutely aware of Greta's presence just a few feet away, her commander's soft breathing a constant reminder of her exposed vulnerability. Yet beneath the shame simmered a secret, intoxicating delightâshe reveled in the wickedness of it all, chained up naked, utterly at the mercy of this insatiable, love-making machine. For an older man, Spike possessed an ungodly stamina, his rugged body rising to the occasion again and again, each encounter leaving her skin flushed and her senses reeling. The weight of the chains against her wrists, the way they bit into her flesh as she arched beneath him, only fueled the fire in her core, a delicious surrender to his dominance that sent shivers of arousal coursing through her, her body betraying her with every shuddering moan she'd stifled in the night's heated frenzy.
I should probably have my head examined!
Now, in the gray light of dawn, Spike snored next to her. Greta had been left chained to the couch. To Beth, this meant that Spike had claimed her for his own. What he intended to do with Greta was a mystery. Beth was pleased to see that he had no interest in this slender, beautiful woman who made men drool back on Earth. They like Rubenesque women on this planet, yippee!
Spike woke up when he heard the women talking. He unlocked the chain and let Beth tend to Greta. She wetted the cloth and daubed the commander's head around the bandage.
"Oh, don't fuss over me anymore, doc. I'm fine. My memory's coming back too."
"Good. I was worried about you. If we're going to sneak away, you'll have to be well enough to move under your own power. How's your knee?"
"It's better. I think I could walk a bit in a pinch."
"We may have to wait until you can run."
"We can't wait too long. We have to get back to that pod before the villagers trash it. First, we have to find where they've taken Smith and Egerton."
"I was hoping Spike here could help us," Beth said.
"Really? How so?"
"That depends on how well we can communicate with him."
"You think the U.T.'s ready?"
"I hope so. I wish Spike talked more. It's like pulling teeth to get him to say a few words."
"Sounds like my ex-husband. Where is it?"
"He has it. I think he still suspects it's some kind of trick. I know he's never seen anything like it."
"Can you ask him to check it?"
Beth nodded. "Let me get him something to eat first, put him in a good mood."
She went to the kitchen and cut a slice of bread, then slathered it with some preserves from a covered bowl on the counter. Spike, who had gone outside to pee, came in and smiled to see Beth being so obedient. She waited until he wolfed down his bread before signaling to him about the U.T. He nodded and pulled it out of his pouch.
The light glowed yellow.
"Commander! It's working! At least partially."
"Great. Tell him, um, tell him we're free women. No, that'll just make him mad. Tell him he has to let us go."
"Let's start with something small, hmm?" Beth wanted to build a relationship, not anger the man. Besides, the U.T. wasn't ready for any difficult words.
She mimed being allowed to hold the device. Spike reluctantly handed it over, ready to grab it back if she tried anything. Beth held it to her face and spoke into it. "My name is Beth Reyes. What is your name?"
The U.T. repeated her words in the man's language with the characteristic pauses that indicated the computer was trying to fill in the blanks. His eyes widened, and he stepped back. He said something the U.T. couldn't translate. Beth was afraid it might be something like "Sorcery!"
"No, it's all right," she said, speaking carefully. She remembered her training with the U.T.s. You have to speak slowly and clearly, and you can't use slang or idioms. "This machine lets me talk to you."
He nodded when the U.T. translated. "I am Niktus, âŚ[unknown] for the âŚ[unknown]."
"What, um, tribe are you?"
"We are the Baktu. And you?"
Beth wasn't sure how much she dared tell him. "We come from a place called Earth."
"Yurth? Not heard of âŚ[country-state]." Whenever it stuttered like that, Beth knew the machine was having a little trouble with some translations, so it gave two or three possibilities in rapid succession. She'd have to give it a little more time.
"It's far away from here. We were exploring when we were captured."
He nodded. "Why are women âŚ[traveling-wandering] alone?"
"It is our custom. We are a free people."
The machine stuttered. "What is freerl people?"
Don't they have a word for free here? Or is the machine just slow on the learning curve?
"Here, men are free. They do what they want. Women are not free. They do what the men tell them to do."
"Ah. That is our way. Our women are âŚ[cared-protected-loved]."
Beth thought of a dozen different arguments. She didn't want to get into a philosophical discussion right now. Instead, she asked, "Why don't women wear clothes?"
"Clorthes? What clorthes?"
She pointed to his loincloth. "Clothes, like what you wear."
He laughed. "Not clothes. This is to keep penis from âŚ[unknown] during work, causing pain."
"Don't women need to protect breasts during work?"
"No. Women don't work like men. Women need to show breasts, to attract [protector-master]."
"So women are, um, for sex only?"
Niktus shook his head. "Serx? What is serx?"
Great, the machine couldn't translate that yet, which meant she'd have to play charades. "Sex is what you and I didâyour penis and my vagina."
"Ahh, nerhanka. Not just sex. They work in house. Cook. Have [children-babies]. Help man."
Greta, listening to the exchange, groaned. "We've stumbled into a nightmare world, doc. We've gone back in time to when women were chattel. God help usâwe've got to get out of here."
Beth quickly thumbed the U.T. so it wouldn't translate her outburst. "Shh! It's not up to us to judge. This really isn't all that much different from our own 16th century, you know. Didn't you study your history?"
She snorted. "Anything before women got the right to vote, and my eyes glazed over."
"Well, times were plenty tough on women back in our Middle Ages. Give the Baktu some time, they'll come around. Now, hang on while I sweet-talk this guy."
Beth thumbed the switch. "We don't belong here. We must return to our own people. Can you help us?"
Niktus shook his head. "Cannot undo sale. Can only sell again."
Beth flashed on a glimmer of an idea. "Can we buy ourselves back?"
"No. Only men have âŚ[unknown] to buy, sell."
Greta couldn't help but speak up again. "Great. Just what Hunter had been warning aboutâif we'd taken a man along on this trip, maybe they would've let him buy us back."
"We'd never live that down," Beth retorted. To Niktus, she said, "We need to find our friends. We can help them talk to their new masters."
He nodded slowly. "Magic box helps."
"Do you know everyone who bought women of my tribe?"
"Yes."
"Can you take me to them?"
Niktus pursed his lips, thinking. "They will want box too."
"That man has them. The one who brought us in. Gorshun?"
"Gorshun. Yes. He will want much coin for box when he know what it do." He smiled. "I buy first."
Beth couldn't help but smile as well. Niktus was a true capitalist. Wait until he finds out what the medical kit can do.