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Greta, her hands tied behind her, was practically dragged through the door to Gorshun's hut by the leash on her collar.
"I'm coming, you bastard, I'm coming," she muttered as he hauled her inside.
She had gone willingly, leaving a worried-looking Beth behind, but the slave trader seemed angry nevertheless. She had a bad feeling that he was still burning over Niktus' profit on the U.T.s and planned to take it out on her. Can't we be friends? She knew she'd have to appeal to his masculinity to divert his anger.
Gorshun chained her to the wall near the bedding, then untied her hands. She rubbed her wrists and used the U.T. to ask, "What's wrong?"
"Niktus trick me, make me sell boxes cheap, now give me worthless slave in return," he barked.
"I am not worthless!" Greta snapped. "I'm a mission⌠an important person in my own country."
"Look at your face. Damaged. And bodyâskinny, no hair. You look like girl," Gorshun said.
"This is our custom where I come from. Body hair considered not attractive. And my cut on my forehead will heal up soon," Greta said. Not that you'll get to see itâwe'll be long gone from here!
"At least you have breasts! What about rest?" he said, groping with thick fingers between her legs.
"Wait! Slow down!" Greta said.
She remembered the vocal coupling between Beth and Niktus and knew that the species seemed quite compatible. Now she was about to find out for herself. She wasn't opposed to the idea; she just wanted him to be more gentle.
Gorshun wrapped a large arm around her back and held her close to him. The other didn't stop fumbling at her slit. "You my slave now. You obey," he said.
The big man was too strong; she couldn't wiggle away. Her Earthbound tricks she used on so many men didn't work here. She couldn't be coy and tease this powerful alien. Greta tried to close her legs. He pulled his hand away long enough to slap her face. Her ears rang, and her head ached. When his hand returned to her cunt, Greta didn't fight him. He pushed her down on her back, wedging his legs between hers, his fingers now beginning to draw some wetness from her, despite her discomfort.
"Please," she said, trying to push him away. "Go slower. I'm not ready."
He laughed. "What you ready for not important. I ready."
Greta looked down and saw his erection growingâand growing. "No, please, you're too big! You'll hurt me," she said.
"You say you are woman. I find out," Gorshun said.
His fingers, rubbing against her clit, were beginning to have an effect on her, despite his crude advances. She began producing more fluid, coating his fingers even more, thus encouraging him. He leaned down and kissed her erect nipples. Greta groaned despite herself. It felt good, even if he was an alien. He tickled her with his wet mouth, making her nipples ache.
Gorshun slid up between her legs, forcing them wider apart. The tip of his enormous cock touched her wet cunt. She gasped and tried to pull away. His large hand held her by her shoulder, his weight pressed down on her body, flattening her against the bedding material.
As the bulbous head slipped past her nether lips, she sucked in air and tried to adjust to him. Greta had never had a man so well-endowed before. She had seen pictures on the Internet and wondered if they were real or digitally enhanced. Gorshun was not digitally enhanced. He was real, and this was really happening. I'm being raped by E.T.! her mind screamed, even as he thrust in another half-inch.
Greta found she couldn't close her mouth, as if by keeping it open she would be better able to accept him into her cunt. Thankfully, he was going slow, giving her time to adjust to his size. Though a tight fit, it didn't hurt yet. She just felt very full. She widened her legs a little more and altered her position slightly to accept him. She imagined her pussy was like the jaws of a snake, unhinging to swallow a gopher whole.
He pushed in a bit more. Greta could feel her fluid-producing glands working overtime to coat his enlarged member. Her mouth remained half-open, an empathic link to her cunt. He took his left hand off her shoulder and brought two of his thick fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them immediately. Now she was being fucked from both ends. Her mind was a confused jumble of want and need. Her conscious mind fled, endorphins kicked in.
His right hand came up to thumb her nipples, and Greta nearly came right then. She looked down between her breasts to see he was still only about halfway into her. "Oh go', oh go'," she whispered around his wet fingers.
He pulled back for a moment, and Greta felt a withering of her cunt, like a flower closing after the sun goes down. Her muscles gripped him, refusing to let him slip away, and were rewarded when he eased himself forward again. Her channel enveloped him, welcomed him, invited him in for teaâanything, you can have anything, just don't leave yet.
He was beginning to pump now, just a fraction of an inch at first, up and back, up and back. With each tiny thrust, her cunt adjusted to him, made him slipperier. Her hips mimicked his actions. He took his fingers out of her mouth and kissed her. Greta kissed him back, hard. Somewhere along the way, she realized, he was no longer too big for her. His cock was stroking in and out now, each stroke carrying him farther into her. She wrapped her long, beautiful, hairless legs around him and hooked her ankles over his butt. Her hands wrapped around his neck.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she repeated, lost now.
Gorshun grunted in response, his muscles contracting and expanding. His cock was thrust fully into her, then pulled almost all the way out. She hung on like she was riding a bull. He wasn't an alien anymore in her mind; he was a man with a cock that fit her perfectly, a man who was bringing her to the edge of an orgasm that was coming at her with the power of worlds colliding.
Gorshun bellowed suddenly and thrust hard into her, spilling his seed. Greta's own orgasm was triggered a second later, and they hung there, two lovers from different planets, finding a basic pleasure together. Greta's mind short-circuited for a few seconds with the power of it. The world was blotted out.
When she came to her senses, she could feel Gorshun's cock softening within her. Their fluids flowed out around it. He sank down into the bedding, resting his shoulder under her arm, being careful not to crush her with his weight.
"Oh my God," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "Oh my God."
"You good woman," Gorshun said. "I make fine bargain."
Gorshun's mood had lightened considerably. All he needed to get over his anger was a small release of tension, she mused. With the puddle that Greta felt forming under her, she realized she'd better make that a big release of tension.
He got up and padded outside, probably to relieve himself, she thought. She felt spent and abandoned. "Don't men cuddle on this planet, either?" she said aloud. "Wham, bam, thank you, slave?"
Greta remembered her mission. She looked around the small hut. There weren't many places to hide a bag. The most obvious spot would be in the crude cupboards in the kitchen area, adjacent to the firepit.
When Gorshun returned, Greta volunteered to cook. "Can I make you something to eat?" she asked.
He grunted and unlocked her chain. He sat, watching her as she went to the fire and stirred it, adding a few sticks of wood.
"What do you have to cook?" she asked.
"Nothing much. Maybe some bread. We must go to market, get food," Gorshun said.
"I'll slice you some bread, then," Greta said.
She looked through the cabinet. The bread was on the top shelf, the animal skin bag on the bottom. Her heart beat faster. She made sure she didn't touch it. The bread was beginning to mold at the edges. Suddenly, she wasn't hungry. Finding a knife, she cut off the bad parts, then sliced him a hunk and brought it to him. He gulped it down eagerly.
Men get hungry after sex here as well, she mused. Now all they need is a football game on TV.
Her mind went back to the bag. She had to figure out a way to get their equipment out of the hut without being spotted. Being naked didn't help, either.
Kate and her two companions reached the spot she had identified on her scanner at dusk. Perfect. She turned to her new friends. "I have to go the rest of the way alone. It's too dangerous for you," she said.
"It is dangerous for you as well. How will you avoid capture?" Sulala asked, concern etched on her face.
"I, um, have some friends in the village who will help me," Kate lied, her face burning in shame.
She couldn't share the details of her mission. They'd already violated the Prime Directive many times over. It was bad enough showing them the U.T.; to whip out her phaser and give a demonstration would really freak them out.
Sulala, however, was no fool. She took one of Kate's hands. "I understand you cannot say much. Your magic box shows that you come from a land that has many secrets we do not know about. Still, I worry that you will be captured by the slave traders no matter what you do. Will you let us go with you to protect you?" she asked.
"No, I can't. I would be worried about you and might fail to rescue my other friends. I hope you understand," Kate said.
Sulala looked at Lilani, then back to Kate. Finally, she nodded. "Here," she said, taking off her helmet. "You take this. I can make another."
Kate was overjoyed. It might give her the margin she needed. "Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes. Go with Lamata, god of woman," Sulala said.
"Thank you. I will never forget you," Kate said.
Sulala helped her put on the helmet and tied it under her chin. Kate hugged both women tightly, knowing she probably wouldn't see them again. Then she turned and walked down the trail, leaving the two natives standing there, watching her. She went around a bend in the trail, then pulled her scanner from her backpack. It was three kilometers to the pod and two more to the village. She looked up into the sky and calculated. It was still too light. She walked further off the trail and sat down, her back to a tree. Holding her backpack between her legs, one hand on a phaser, she leaned back and closed her eyes.
"Soon, my crewmates, soon," she whispered and tried to get a little sleep. It was going to be a long night, and she needed all her wits about her.