Page 28 of Stolen Slave

Looking around the room more closely, I verified what I’d determined the day before. There were no clothes in there. In fact, the entire time we’d roamed the ship, I hadn’t seen a single article of clothing except for the pants he wore and that creepy suit that crept over his head.

If my choice was naked or a suit that moved on its own, I’d take naked.

He held up a hand and gently directed one of mine to press against his, palm to palm. His four fingers and thumb could have easily curled over the tops of mine, reaffirming my assessment regarding his size.

While we were palm to palm, he reached out and ran the back of a finger over my nipple. Then he tugged my free hand to his chest and ran my fingers over the spot where his nipple should have been.

“Yeah, we’re different, aren’t we?” I said, feeling surprisingly calm.

We stared at each other for a moment before my stomach interrupted with a growl.

He flashed me a smile, got out of bed, and held out his hand. Resigned to another day walking around naked, I let him help me from the bed.

“Before we eat, can you show me where the bathroom is?” I cupped between my legs like I had the day before and hoped that today he would understand.

His silvery brows furrowed, and he said something. It hit me then that we both kept talking even though we couldn’t understand each other. I wondered if he was simply comforted by the sound of another voice like I was. After all our time together before I’d fallen asleep, I hadn’t seen or heard another crew member.

He set his hand on my back and picked me up. I snuggled against him, wondering again why it felt so good and safe to be in his arms. Never mind the way his supporting arm wrapped around me enough for him to stroke the back of my thigh, dangerously close to my slit and ass. Why didn’t that bother me more?

The introspective question upset me, and I turned my head toward the bare expanse of his chest, seeking more comfort from him.

He said something low and slow, just the way that helped anchor me, and headed into another room a short distance from the bedroom.

The room wasn’t a large space. The walls had small holes near the top and bottom on three sides. Other than the holes and a rectangular pad on the back wall, I didn’t see else.

He set me down near the pad and tapped a few symbols on the screen. A flexible metal tube extended from the base of the nearest wall panel and curved upward to about waist height.

I stared at the baseball-sized opening in confusion.

“If that’s a toilet, there’s going to be a mess,” I said, finally looking up at him.

He said something, gently took me by the shoulders, and backed me up toward it.

“Seriously, I don’t pee straight down, no matter what it looked like yesterday. Don’t you have something a little bigger?”

He nudged my feet wide apart with his foot.

“I can’t?—”

The thing suddenly moved, attaching to my labia and between my cheeks with light suction.

A startled squawk escaped me.

He said something and smoothed his hands down my arms. The suction increased in intensity. Nothing painful. In fact, the suction on my clit was sending all kinds of wrong signals to my brain. Until I felt something probe my backside.

My eyes went wide, and I grabbed for my keeper.

“Get this off of me!”

He spoke slow and low, but his attempt at calming me was wasted as the machine massaged and then robbed me of everything, quickly and efficiently.

Shaking from the undignified trauma of the experience, I stayed right where I was, leaning into him while he stroked his hands over my arms and down my back.

“I’m never going to the bathroom again,” I whispered. “That wasn’t natural. I’d rather hold it until I die.”

He made soothing sounds until my trembling stopped and then reached out for the pad again. I hurried away from him and that damn section of wall. When he made a rumbling noise that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle, I narrowed my eyes at him. Only to whirl around a minute later when I heard a metal-on-metal noise behind me.

Thankfully, it wasn’t another tube emerging but a bench. I exhaled with relief.

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