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Jorja woke in a tangle of bedding. Strange arms encircled her. She looked over her shoulder at the sleeping form of Keltar. Sometime during the night, he had crept up and spooned her. She smiled, flattered that the man found her attractive. On Earth, it was hard for a six-foot-tall, 180-pound woman to get a date. Men seemed afraid of her Amazonian proportions. Being a black belt didn't help, either.
Here, she was just another petite woman, dwarfed by most of the men on the planet. She felt almost kittenish, an emotion she hadn't experienced since before she hit sixth grade and found she towered over most of the boys.
She tried to disentangle herself from Keltar but only succeeded in arousing him. He pulled her closer and mumbled in his sleep. His erection rubbed against her leg. What is it about men and morning hard-ons? she wondered. She was foolish to sleep in the nude, she knew. But the damn loincloth was so restricting, she had to ditch it. They had started out well apart on the bedding. Keltar really was the perfect gentleman. He said it was because she belonged to another owner, but Jorja could read the signals he was sending out. He wanted her, more so because she was a fighter, like him, she surmised. Her strength turned him on. But he maintained a careful distance.
Sometime during the night, that distance had evaporated. Jorja tried to unwrap his arms without waking him. Instead, he merely tightened his grip. Now his hard cock poked between her thighs. He snored softly in her hair. She didn't dare move. One of his hands opened and cupped her breast, a thumb brushing her hard nipple. Her body betrayed her. She was becoming aroused at the gentle hands of this giant.
In his sleep, Keltar began thrusting his hips in minute arcs, following some crude dream. His cock touched her hot slit, and Jorja sucked in her breath. "Keltar," she whispered. "Keltar, wake up."
She should be shouting, she knew. Pounding on his arms. But there was something incredibly erotic about the entire experience. She wanted to wake him, and yet she wanted to feel him press against her just a little while longer. Unconsciously, she eased her legs apart, letting the tip of his cock slide over her wet cleft, causing her labial lips to engorge with blood. Back and forth he stroked in tiny movements. Jorja bit her lip. Her clitoris came to attention. She eased her right hand down to touch it. It was as hard and smooth as a small, round river pebble. She reached down a little further, opening her fingers, and felt the tip of his cock as it thrust forward. In seconds, her fingers were soaked in her own juices.
Gee, if I just tipped my hips back slightly and helped guide him, he would slide right in. No, I'd better not. Even as she denied her feelings, her body betrayed her again. His hand pulled away from her breast slightly, and she found herself leaning forward to follow it. Naturally, that changed the angle of her hips, and his cock began to nip inside her a fraction of an inch, the head easily parting her wet lips.
"Oh my," she breathed. "You're going to get into trouble with my boss."
She giggled behind her free hand, the other remaining between her legs, touching the mushroom head of his hard cock as it appeared and disappeared into her.
He began thrusting harder now, and Jorja suspected that Keltar had awakened and was only pretending to be asleep to avoid any moral conflicts over his desire for the Earthling. She let him fuck her, his cock sliding in further and further until he was tight against her ass. His slippery member was a perfect fit.
His left hand came around to her mound to hold her in position as he continued to thrust, all the way out, then back in again. Jorja rubbed her clit, relishing the waves of pleasure that washed through her. God knows I've needed this! I've been in space too long!
Keltar began making noises in his throat, which drove Jorja toward her own climax. There was something about being fucked from behind by this powerful man that sent her swooning. He rolled her over, bringing her to her knees, her head pressed down against the pillows. This allowed him to thrust deeper within her. She could feel his cock sliding all the way in and out again, causing a vibration in her clit that built quickly.
Her orgasm struck her an instant before Keltar stiffened and his cock erupted deep within her. "Jesus, God in heaven!" she shouted, jerking as if electrocuted.
He held her tight for a minute, then eased out of her. Fluids rushed out and soaked the bedding. He spoke to her in that strange language. As Jorja fumbled for the U.T., she realized she understood a few words. "Sorryā¦ Gulnarkā¦ angryā¦ asleep," he said.
"Dabala, nektu vas," she responded without thinking, knowing it meant: "Don't worry, it's all right."
She thumbed the switch on the U.T. "You've learned some of our words," Keltar said. "That's good."
"Yes, I seem to be picking up some basic terms," Jorja said. "Excuse me, I have to pee."
She padded outside naked, unconcerned that other fighters might see her. It was freeing somehow, being naked all the time in a world where nakedness was the norm. She squatted over the latrine, which was really nothing more than a hole carved into the ground, and released her bladder.
Jorja was beginning to like this culture, despite its drawbacks. She didn't like the way women were treated, of course, but not all men were cruel bastards like Gulnark. If more men were like Keltar, there could be some meaningful reforms made. She could help the downtrodden women, just as she helped the natives of Ghana build a safe water supply when she had been with the Peace Corps so many years ago. Careful, girl, that violates the Prime Directive!
Damn! Her conscience was right. Too bad. She would love to help these people. She wondered what would happen when the full complement of Earth scientists arrived. Wouldn't they violate the directive just by being here? How could they not help shape the culture when they came in with their binoculars, listening devices, strange dress, and manner? And isn't that the same thing that Jorja and the away team had been planning to do before they were so quickly captured? So why is it so wrong to try to help people?
Too many questions! Jorja shook her head as she padded back to Keltar's room. These issues should be left to the experts. My job is to figure out a way to get back to the pod and fly out of here. She must not forget that.
When she came in, Keltar was talking in low tones to a stranger she hadn't seen before. She sat on the bedding and pretended not to listen. Instead, she eavesdropped, hoping to learn something that could help them escape. Without her U.T. handy, she couldn't make out much. But she did hear the words for "bet" and "profit."
The stranger left. Keltar approached her, bringing the U.T. with him. "Good news, Fighter Jor-ja," he said. "The odds favor you to lose."
Jorja wasn't sure how that was good news.
"Many people were impressed with your fighting skills, but many also believe Gulnark is a weakling," Keltar continued. "They do not believe you could prevail against a trained fighter. This makes our plan clear. Already, our agents are out placing bets on you to win. I will pair you with a good fighter, but one who is not too tall. If you can defeat him, we win many quitnums."
"But what about my efforts to buy our freedom?" Jorja asked.
"Freedom? No. You must have owner," Keltar said.
"We just want to get away. Can't you help us?" Jorja pressed.
Keltar shrugged. "We put up money. What do you have to trade?"
Jorja rocked back on her heels. She hadn't expected this. "If I win you a lot of money, I figure that's what I have to trade," she said.
He shook his head. "Not enough for all of you. That takes much profit. Perhaps we could win enough to buy one of your friends," Keltar said.
Jorja stared at him as she fought back tears. One of my friends? Now what? Will I have to fight and win three times to buy them all?