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When I orgasm again, I do feel ashamed that the farmer sees me like this, and I see the embarrassment in his blue eyes too. He says something to the doctor I can’t understand.

“No,” the doctor replies to the farmer. “Will you challenge me over this volunteer?”

The farmer gives me a pitying look and then walks away. I can’t help myself, and I cry out after him, “Help me.” I fear what the doctor will do to me. But all I hear are footsteps, and then the front door closing.

* * *

I don’t know how long the doctor played with and manipulated my body in all different ways with the tech. My mind couldn’t process it after a while, and my body gave up, too, so I slipped in and out of consciousness.

I know it’s the middle of the night by the dark sky, and thankfully I find my way back to the main house by the light of the planets in the sky. I enter naked and softly go to the bathroom to wash and survey the damage to my body. I have bruises all over, and I’m bleeding from my engorged clit and labia. I wince and have to hold a scream in when I get underneath the foam shower.

I must not have been as quiet as I thought as one of the Silver females comes into the bathroom, as it had no lock, closes the door behind her, and surveys me. “You must be careful. It’s almost time for the ... and …” I miss a lot of what she says. What I do understand is that something bad is going to happen soon. The female realizing I didn’t understand what she was trying to tell me, then helps me bathe and then into clean clothing and to bed. I try to ask about medicine, but she doesn’t understand me.

In the morning, at breakfast, no one mentions what happened to me, but there is no way they could miss seeing the bruises on my body, and I don’t miss the stares when they think I’m not looking.

* * *

After dinner, I’m about to go to sleep when I hear the familiar sound of transports above the farm, which is a sign that more clients are coming for sex. We’re all required to stop whatever we’re doing and present ourselves in the front room of the farmhouse when we hear transports approaching. I put on my cleanest clothing out of the two outfits I have and come out to the main room to be inspected.

When I enter, I don’t see anyone, which is strange. Suddenly, there’s some commotion outside the house, so I go out and see everyone there. They’re running towards a transport that has crashed. It’s on fire. I, along with the others, start running towards the transport as the Silvers inside the transport are hurt and trying to get out. There must be twenty or more Silver men inside the ship. I can see that some of them are already dead.

I hear the lead farmer calling me back, “Volunteer 4711, No. There’s fire. Come back!”

I ignore him. I don’t care if I die. What is my life but farm work, torture from the doctor, and the inevitable rape that’s coming? There’s no reason not to risk my life. I could never commit suicide outright, so why not die trying to save others?

Inside the transport are just two more Silver males. I grab one and drag him out to safety. No one else dares go back in the transport now that it looks like it might blow up at any moment. I’m coughing terribly and can hardly see, but I figure better to die a good human saving a Silver than to live this life any longer.

I shake off my fellow farmhands’ hands as I wiggle back into the wrecked transport and drag the last Silver military male out. He is so large it takes all of my strength and I collapse next to him as the transport goes up in flames with a ‘boom.’ I barely realize my clothing has caught fire until another farmhand puts me out by hitting his clothing against mine. I’d be worried about the bruising and the burning if I didn’t think I was going to die now. I’m coughing so much. I close my eyes, think of myself in Florida on that beach, and drift away.

* * *

The next thing I know, I’m being helped back to the farmhouse with the rest of the Silver military males in their uniforms. I’m put in my bed, and surprisingly the last male I saved is also put next to me. I’m told sternly by one of the Silver females on the farm, “He is your responsibility. You make sure he lives, Water woman.”

The Silver female hands me a cup with juice in it. She stays until I’ve calmed myself enough to answer her. Despite my hoarse voice and the way it hurts when I breathe, I say, “I understand.”

She points a finger at me. “You keep him alive. He can kill us all if he dies.”

This doesn’t make any sense to me, but she’s annoyed with my confusion and makes a sound of frustration, then leaves my small room.

I’m still coughing up a storm, but it’s getting better. I look over at my bedfellow. He’s unconscious and coughing as well. As I try to calm myself and hope he doesn’t die, my mind runs a bit delirious, and I can’t help but smile at the fright he’s going to have when he wakes up next to an alien. After about an hour, my curiosity gets the better of me, and I get out of bed to stand over him.

I know that just like on Earth, these Silvers have a modesty culture, so I’m reluctant to remove too much of his clothing which is a silver and black uniform like everyone else’s that was taken from the transport. I do take the initiative to undo his tight collar and check for any wounds through his clothing. Thankfully, his body seems fine, and I can’t help but notice he’s in excellent physical condition. He’s not like the other Silver farmworkers that are slim and wiry from a life of malnutrition and backbreaking work. This Silver has had good food his entire life and must exercise every day as his whole body seems to be pure, beautiful muscle.

I finally inspect his head gently. He has blonde, almost white hair like all the Silvers do, but then I notice he’s bleeding. His blood is a blueish purple, and I look at it on my hand. It has the same consistency as human blood. I bring my fingers up to my nose, and the blood also smells like copper. I wonder how genetically different these Silvers are from humans. I wish the doctor weren’t a psychopath so I could ask him, but he’s the last person I want to see. I would rather have my fate tied to this stranger than owe the doctor anything.

I’m brought out of my thoughts by the male below me stirring. As I’m supposed to be caring for him, I say in my broken alien language, “You are safe.”

He opens his sharp blue eyes and tries to speak but ends up coughing instead, which brings more blood from his head all over the pillow. I give him some of my juice, but he’s coughing so much I don’t know how much he drinks. It seems like most of it has gone all over him and the old yellow bedsheets.

I’m not sure what to do. I rub my hand across his forehead like a human nurse would do and say again, as comfortingly as I can, “You are safe.”

The Silver male looks up at me but doesn’t try to speak again. After a while, he closes his eyes.

Either he has passed out or gone to sleep. I hope it’s the latter. I continue stroking his head like a nurse and saying softly, “Sleep. You are safe.”

When his breathing becomes slow, and even I stop stroking his forehead and go in search of one of the Silver female farmers. When I find one, I say, “Male in my bed. His head broken. I need…” then make what I hope is a gesture for medicine and some kind of bandage.”

The female farmer shakes her head, meaning she has no idea what I’m asking for. It’s paired with an expression of annoyance I know all too well.

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