Page 6 of Queen Isabella

Did one of the colonists steal our clothes?

Maybe some of the women had awoken before them, while it was still daylight, and robbed them. She assumed all the women were basically innocent like herself, Audre, Reina, and Elizabeth, but maybe there were actual convicts aboard the Manifest.

As these thoughts were going through her mind, a third hand landed on her hip, while another caressed her shoulder. Then what felt like an erect penis pressed against her lower back. Isa’s eyes widened in surprise. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d only felt a penis once and that was ten years ago. She had to be mistaken. It was an elbow or something. Isa reached back and wrapped her hand around the bulbous crown.

That’s definitely not an elbow.

“Oh!” Isa sucked in a sharp breath and swiftly released the turgid bit of flesh.

They put men aboard the Manifest?!She hadn’t seen any lined up on the tarmac, but she was obviously wrong.

Isa was so stunned and confused, she had no clue what to think as more and more hands started caressing her, gently tugging on her shoulders, easing her back down into the pool of thick liquid.

This is crazy.Her confusion doubled at what was going on. Reflexively she covered her breasts and clenched her thighs shut.

Just as she was starting to panic about being ganged up on, a rational thought surfaced.

There’s no way all these hands can be touching me at the same time.

It just wasn’t physically possible for so many people to be crowded around and under her. And hands weren’t the only parts touching her. There were mouths and more erect cocks bumping against her. They grazed her ribs, arms, legs, belly, and everywhere in between. The bizarre writhing mass of disembodied parts was too absurd to be real.

And then there was the other logical reason this couldn’t be real. Even if her government lied and there were a ton of men aboard the Manifest, an orgy wasn’t the first thing they would do after crash landing.

I’m dreaming. The damage to the Manifest and this craziness are all in my mind.

She’d been freaking out when she was sealed into the stasis pod, so it was no wonder she was having strange dreams. If everything went according to plan, she’d be asleep for more than a hundred years. God only knew how many dreams she would have on this voyage. How many freaky things had she already dreamt?

“Fine,” Isa announced as she gave into the dream, letting go of her breasts and unclenching her legs.

One hand instantly palmed her left breast, massaging it until her nipple was a hard peak. Meanwhile, several pairs of hands eagerly spread her legs and began stroking her thighs, getting sinfully close to her labia. Now that she wasn’t scared for her life, pleasure started sparking from this body part and that, her heart pounding in her chest for an entirely different reason.

This is turning into a very good dream.She hadn’t had any of those since before she was arrested.I haven’t been touchedfor even longer than that, and certainly not by anyone who cared.

This was different. In this dream, she felt worshipped by the sea of men vying to touch and be close to her. No words were said, but it wasn’t necessary. There was a certain desperation to the press and grind of flesh, to the caresses, kisses, and licks. Yet no one was rough, and their touch wasn’t invasive. She arched toward the mass of hands with her legs spread, still they merely grazed her sensitive flesh, though she wanted more.

Sweet mother of God!Isa gasped at how erotic being fondled by dozens of hands was.

Where in the hell had her repressed mind come up with this? It certainly wasn’t from a teenage kiss and a ninety-second drunken deflowering. Neither of which were highly erotic. If they called her a whore before, what would they call her if they knew about this?

Oh, I don’t care.

She writhed, loving every tawdry bit of it. She was on a one-way mission to another planet that would assuredly kill her, so she wasn’t about to regret a damn naughty dream.

Just as she was relaxing into the dream, several lights turned on in the cavernous room. Instantly all movement around her ceased.

“Oh!” Isa barked as she too froze.

The pale lavender glow was subtle at first then grew. It was coming from a dozen crystal columns that lined the purple and gray marble walls. The room was so absurdly large it would fit her parents’ house plus the neighbors’ on either side. Besides the carvings, the walls were smooth, though the stalactites hanging from the vaulted ceiling revealed this wasn’t some ornately tiled room but a cave. Shockingly, there was no one around her. She lay all alone in a shallow pool that was roughly twenty feet acrossand filled with a purple gelatinous liquid. It was like a version of a sensory deprivation tank.

Isa bolted upright. Her mouth opened to ask where everyone went, when she recalled this was a dream. About the same time, there was a buzzing in her mind, and a deep scary growl echoed off the stone walls. The hair on the back of Isa’s neck stood on end, her panic returning. Dream or not, things had taken a freaky turn.

What in God’s name?!Her gaze swung to the right, searching the massive room.

As she looked for the source of the frightening sound, she got a strong impression she needed to leave. It was almost a command shouted in the back of her mind. She was about to scramble out of the bizarre shallow pool, when the viscous fluid all around her began to ripple and writhe. Isa froze, unable to move, not even to breathe. Her eyes widened in shock when heads and hands began to emerge from the pool, forming from the purple plasm. One after another, after another of the humanoid figures climbed out of the basin. There was a legion of the creatures, though it was hard to count them all with the way they blended in with each other and the stone walls.

I don’t think this is a dream.The figures and room were just too crisp, too tangible. Her dreams were never so vivid, not even when she was reliving real events.Yet how can this be reality? How?!

Isa started to hyperventilate as she focused on the amorphous mass forming right next to her, daring to take a better look at the creature. It was emerging from the last puddle of purple goo that remained in the shallow pool. Like the others, it turned into a humanoid figure with two arms, two legs, and glossy skin that matched the purple and gray striped marble walls. The striated marks created a pattern on its oval face that reminded her of war paint. The strange entity blinked at her. Thegesture was reminiscent of the way a cat blinks when showing affection, but she was too preoccupied with its unusual eyes to notice. They were overly large, all-black, sideways teardrops, with the points extending toward the creature’s temples. No lashes framed its obsidian eyes, nor did it have brows or hair on its head. Above its thin-lipped broad mouth, it had just a hint of a nose. This was the thing nightmares were made of and altogether…

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