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Chapter 62 by Artican Artican

Does Linda regret her actions?

Linda wakes up to a rude awakening.

I felt myself drifting off into sleep after our coitus. I guess I expended more energy than I thought. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a bed. I reached out to see if Jaquon was still with me and felt the warm body next to me. I wrapped my arms around and squeezed, feeling the soft skin pull back from my embrace. I was too blissful to care. I leaned in and hugged the body, sniffing the sweet scent of her hair as I groped her ample bosom. It was then that I realized this was not Jaquon.

"Ng... Trask!? What are you doing?"

I opened my eyes wider to find myself in a darkened room. I squinted to see who was in my embrace, before pulling away quickly. It was Chief Bethan. As my eyes acclimated to the darkness, I could make out her nude figure. I felt myself to realize I was still naked as well.

"Chief Bethan, what are you doing here?" I whispered.

"Getting molested by you! What exactly did that alien do to you?" she replied.

"I... we um..." I stammered before looking around some more. On my other side was another pair of sleeping forms. "What's going on?" I asked Bethan with growing concern.

"That stranded pilot..." Bethan said, piecing things together for herself. "Once we told him the repairs were complete... things went dark and then I find myself here. Where's LaSalle and Barbieri?"

I motioned behind me and she crawled over to look. They were equally stripped of their uniforms and lay peacefully asleep. I wondered if Jaquon looking to expand on his sexual exploration. If so, I felt a need to explain to him about boundaries and proper etiquette for getting everyone to agree to a group thing... it felt odd that he would be so forward with it after how polite he had been before. I shook the thoughts out of my head as I needed to focus on the situation at hand.

"Should we wake them?" I asked the chief engineer since she was the commanding officer here. Bethan got off the bed to go around and wake the other two when the lights flickered on, activated by her motions. The other two officers began to stir.

"Ah... good morning, pets..." A familiar voice boomed over an intercom.

"Jaquon? What's going on?" I called out loud, looking for the source of the voice.

"Why, we are off to the Navia Market as we speak with my latest acquisitions..." Jaquon replied.

"We didn't agree to this, Jaquon. You should have asked first. Take us back to our ship!" I called out.

"A predator does not ask its prey for permission, pet," Jaquon answered plainly. "I thought you would understand that by now... your lack defenses, naivete, glaring vulnerabilities. It soon became obvious that you are an inferior race. It is my right to do with you as I please."

It finally dawned on me what his true intentions were. "You're **** and selling us?!" I cried out incredulously.

"Oh no... no no no.... nothing of the sort. I would never sell off the cow when I could make more from the milk... well in this case it's your nectar that I'm after..." Jaquon explained smugly.

Bethan turned to me and asked, "What's he talking about?"

I went red as I realized the hunter wasn't tasting my juices just for the arousal... he was sampling product! I felt so used.

"You would do good to explain it to the others, Linda Trask. I expect you all to be producing nectar by the time we arrive at the market. Otherwise... your stay may not be as accommodating as it is now..." He let that statement loom for a moment before he continued. "I have provided you with some tools that should help with extraction." There was a hiss as a machine started up next to the bed. It was a chair with a phallic device attached to the front that was connected to tubes that appeared to lead to a storage device underneath. "That cylinder better be filled by the time we dock. That gives you... two days to do your thing. So long as you are cooperative, you have full access to food and facilities. Try to rebel and amenity privileges will be revoked. Showers... rations... life support. You get the picture." With that veiled threat and order issued, the intercom cut off and the room was silent.

Do the girls play along or try to escape?

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