The bed Ralph guided her too was comfortable, but Penny found it hard to fall asleep. Confusion and arousal swirled in her mind and body. She couldn't understand her strong attraction to Reg, and not just that, but she was pretty sure she was developing feelings for him. She'd known him only a day, but he fascinated her. And it wasn't because he was an alien. Am I falling in love? She scoffed at the idea. Love was just a chemical reaction of the brain. Reason or not, though, she wished he'd join her in this bed and finish what he'd twice started now. For science, of course. After all, hadn't she originally decided that having sex with him would make an interesting research subject? Of course, her justification would probably be more believable if she'd actually taken some notes on what had occurred so far. Maybe putting down her thoughts would explain what was happening to her, why she felt so drawn to him. Perhaps it was her isolation that had her feeling this way. After a
"Commander, the Earthling is showing an elevated heart rate, signaling possible distress." "Is she hurt?" Reg sat up straight in his chair where he'd slumped looking for slumber, not daring to even attempt sharing his stateroom with Penny. "I cannot tell definitely, but my auditory sensors did pick up a whimper." "I'd better check on her then. I'll be back in a moment." Reg subconsciously knew there was nothing wrong with Penny, but Ralph had provided him with the perfect excuse to see her. And despite his vow not to touch her or think about her any further, like an addiction, he found himself unable to stay away. He entered the dark stateroom without announcing himself, but a brief flash of light from the outer corridor momentarily lit the room. In that glimpse, he saw Penny, her eyes shut tight, her cheeks flushed, and her white pearly teeth biting down on her lower lip. He also caught the movement under the blanket, and guessing what she did, he almost dove o
Penny woke and stretched, alone in the big bed. She frowned, wondering when Reg had slipped out. She'd kind of hoped for a morning wake-up probe. While their oral pleasuring had made her explode, she still desired him. "Lights." Better than a clapper, the illumination for the room came on, not too bright, so her eyes adjusted quickly. More clear-headed than the previous night, she peered around with curiosity. The size of the room surprised her. She would have thought guest quarters would be modest. However, this room seemed quite opulent from the overly large bed to the silken sheets and soft, cushiony floor. "Good morning, Penny," said Ralph from hidden speakers, startling her. "I trust you slept well." "Yes, thank you." Ralph snickered. "That makes one of you then." Penny scrunched up her nose. "What do you mean? Didn't Reg sleep?" She assumed he'd gone to find his own bed. Apparently, he wasn't a snuggler. Penny knew she should be excited to be discove
Reg worked the kinks out of his body shadow fighting with a computer simulator. The thrusting and running at his fake opponent helped clear the fogginess from his mind as well as ease his aching muscles. I should have stayed in the bed. It was stupid of me to sleep in the chair. But he knew if he'd stayed in bed with Penny, he'd have crawled between her legs and pounded into her sweet flesh until she clawed his back and screamed his name. And then he had a feeling he would have started all over again for, like a drug, he didn't think Penny was a craving he could vanquish with just one probe. By the moons, I can still taste her on my tongue, and I am so hungry for more. Growling, he threw a flurry of punches. "Feeling a little frustrated, are we?" said Ralph with chuckle. "Shut up." "I just thought I'd let you know Penny is awake." "Why would I care?" Reg's fist flew in a flurry of blows at his shadow opponent. "She was wondering where you were.
"You will stay on board while I conduct my business here." "Why?" This was the third such stop he'd given her specific instructions to stay out of sight. It was getting annoying, especially considering it was one of the only times he talked to her voluntarily. In the close confines of the ship, it was hard for him to avoid her completely, and when she did manage to corner him, she'd attempted to engage him in conversation, to baffling effect. She'd discovered smiling at him or laughing made his face tighten, almost as if he suffered pain, and then he'd make an abrupt U-turn and just about run to get away from her. On other occasions, he pretended to not see her at all, avoiding her as if she had the plague. Ralph tried to reassure her that it was because Reg was afraid of his feelings for her. Penny disagreed. If he liked me, he wouldn't be so aloof. "You will stay on board out of sight because the place we're docking at is too dangerous." Penny bit back the words "Ye
Penny came to on a cold metal table, naked. With a squeal, she rolled off and peered around frantically. A wet chuckle from behind had her whirling to see her porcine abductor, still just as ugly, holding out scraps of material to her. "There is no escape, female. Now dress." "Or else what?" she asked in a squeaky voice with a bravery she didn't feel. "Or else instead of auctioning you off as a concubine, I'll eat you for dinner." Given the options, she snatched the clothing and began to dress. Once she was done, though, she had to wonder if her naked body might have been less alluring. Dressed like Princess Leia visiting Jabba the Hut-in other words in a very skimpy outfit that left not much to the imagination-Penny was led through a series of corridors until she and the pig who dragged her by one wrist emerged onto a small raised dais. She blinked in the bright lights but almost wished she'd remained blind when she saw what was around her. She seemed to
Reg heard the clamor as he headed back from his successful transaction to his ship. He meant to bypass it, not interested in the type of entertainment found in a place like this, but when he heard the words "red hair," he stopped dead, forcing those following behind to divert around him. "Ralph," he said aloud, knowing his embedded communicator would put him in contact with his ship. "Please tell me Penny is still on board." "Yes, well, she-that is-" the AI stuttered, and a cold finger of fear traced its way up Reg's spine. "Stubborn Earthling. I am going to beat her ass right after I save it." Reg did an about-turn and strode back to the galactic bar that served not only the vilest drinks in all the galaxy but also had the worst patrons, too. Trepidation and anger battled for supremacy in his body, especially when he caught sight of Penny cringing on the platform at the back of the smoke-filled and putrid-smelling bar. "Damned foolish woman," he muttered
The dark blood that spurted from the slaver's neck made Penny blanch. She'd never seen or experienced violence firsthand. And apparently, she wouldn't have the time to come to terms with it, for Reg pushed her toward the door at the back of the dais. She stumbled along, hearing numbly the roar at her back as the bidders expressed their displeasure at the turn of events. She still couldn't believe Reg had arrived to save her, and in the nick of time, too. And he'd married her! An event she'd love to analyze when he stopped dragging her through the maze of corridors. "Ralph," he barked aloud. "Prepare the ship for immediate departure." Penny didn't hear a reply and assumed Reg wore some kind of transmitter. "Are we close?" she whispered loudly. "More or less, but I expect we'll have to fight our way on board." "Why not teleport?" she asked as he tucked her behind him to peer around a corner. "The whole asteroid is shielded against it," he replied, tugg