fling herself away from them. “I won’t. Let me go.”
Instead, they held her still, turning her head so she faced the vent. As Tukui bit her again, Tina definitely saw a shadow shift in there. She wailed until the mists of serenity invaded, making the danger remote.
She rather hoped someone had watched the Kalquorians doing those lewd acts with her. The idea excited her. Her pussy awoke once more, a delicious throb filling it.
She noted no further signs of life from the vent and decided it had been her imagination. As Tukui had said, she was tired and hungry. It was feasible she’d imagined a figure in the vent.
After she ate the rather tasteless food pouch and her masters began touching her again, she pretended she performed for an audience. She did her best to give a good show, enthralled by the notion someone witnessed her ecstasy.
Chapter Four
Tina stood in a room larger than her cell at the convent, but far more cramped. She turned in a slow circle, examining the clan’s quarters as she felt the spaceship’s distant engines hum under her feet. These were her quarters now too, since Clan Tukui apparently owned her.
She noted the scents on the air. The room, with its attached lavatory, smelled like the men. As did she, following the tumultuous hours they’d spent on Europa.
She tried to convince her senses to come into focus. She felt distant and unreal. Tina supposed she was in shock—no surprise there, given that her convent had been invaded, she’d been taken prisoner, and she’d had intercourse with three aliens.
She chewed on her lower lip. A sex slave, her life in the hands of Tukui, Yorso, and Osopa. She could never return to Earth after what had happened to her. She had only one possible future that she could see: breeding children for the dying Kalquorian race. She needed to get her head on straight and figure out how to survive her new circumstances.
She continued to revolve slowly about, noticing the tiny paintings hanging on the wall and the plethora of sculptures hanging opposite the art—sculptures or highly decorative weapons? She couldn’t be sure when her vision kept hazing over.
Distant voices rose and fell. The occasional word drifted into her consciousness and disappeared before she could fully grasp it. She had the vague impression she was expected to be involved in the conversation, but similar to the barely perceptible drone of the engines, it existed in the background. Warmth cupped her cheeks and Yorso’s concern filled her vision.
“Tina. Can you hear me?”
It took more effort than it should have to move her lips. “I can hear you.”
Tukui edged into view. “This is a lot to absorb at once. You’ll see what good clanmates we’ll be. It won’t always be strange.”
Seeing and hearing them helped her find a grasp on reality. She pushed aside the swimmy feeling in her mind, gaining clarity as she looked up at the two—no, three men. Osopa was peering at her over his clanmates’ shoulders. His usual stoic expression had dissolved into uncertainty. Tukui and Yorso appeared downright frightened.
Were they waiting for her to speak? Had she missed her part in the conversation? She cast about for some way to satisfy whatever they needed from her.
“What do you want me to do?”
When Tukui and Yorso glanced at each other with helpless worry, Osopa stepped closer. “Would you like to hit me?”
The bizarre question cleared the fog from her brain. She gaped at him in wonder. “Why would I do that?”
“To make you feel better, perhaps. You must be angry for all that’s happened. I find hitting stuff often helps when I’ve had a bad day.”
She stared at him. Maybe she hadn’t snapped out of her shock after all. Maybe she was hallucinating.
“You can punch and kick me. Or beat me with a strap. I don’t mind.” Osopa shrugged.
She wasn’t hearing things. Her abductor was offering himself up as a punching bag. She’d noticed a few scars on him when he was naked, but she couldn’t imagine him going around asking people to beat on him.
“I don’t wish to hit you.” This was easily the strangest conversation she’d ever had.
“What do you want? We can’t release you, but anything else?” Tukui tugged on her hand, a little boy eager to please a favorite teacher.
“I wouldn’t ask you to send me back. Earth would execute me for knowing men in a sinful fashion.” This was her life—the concubine of aliens for as long as she