J McKenna - Slave Planet

“I’ll slice you some bread, then.” Greta looked through the cabinet. The bread was on the top shelf, the animal skin bag on the bottom. Her heart beat faster. She made sure she didn’t touch it. The bread was beginning to mold at the edges. Suddenly, she wasn’t hungry. Finding a knife, she cut off the bad parts, then sliced him a hunk and brought it to him. He gulped it down eagerly.

Men get hungry after sex here as well, she mused. Now all they need is a football game on TV.

Her mind went back to the bag. She had to figure out a way to get their equipment out of the hut without being spotted. Being naked didn’t help, either.

Kate and her two companions reached the spot she had identified on her scanner at dusk. Perfect. She turned to her new friends. “I have to go the rest of the way alone. It’s too dangerous for you.”

“It is dangerous for you as well. How will you avoid capture?” Sulala asked her, concern etched on her face.

“I, um, have some friends in the village who will help me,” she lied, her face burning in shame. She couldn’t share the details of her mission. They’d already violated the Prime Directive many times over. It was bad enough showing them the Ute, to whip out her phaser and give a demonstration would really freak them out.

Sulala, however, was no fool. She took one of Kate’s hands. “I understand you can not say much. Your magic box shows that you come from a land that has many secrets we do not know about. Still, I worry that you will be captured by the slave traders no matter what you do. Will you let us go with you to protect you?”

“No, I can’t. I would be worried about you and might fail to rescue my other friends. I hope you understand.”

Sulala looked at Lilani, then back to Kate. Finally, she nodded. “Here,” she said, taking off her helmet. “You take this. I can make another.”

Kate was overjoyed. It might give her the margin she needed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go with Lamata , god of woman.”

“Thank you. I will never forget you.” Sulala helped her put on the helmet and tied it under her chin. She hugged both women tightly, knowing she probably wouldn’t see them again.

Then Kate turned and walked down the trail, leaving the two natives standing there, watching her. She went around a bend in the trail, then pulled her scanner from her backpack. It was three kilometers to the pod and two more to the village. She looked up into the sky and calculated. It was still too light. She walked further off the trail and sat down, her back to a tree. Holding her backpack between her legs, one hand on a phaser, she leaned back and closed her eyes.

“Soon, my crewmates, soon,” she whispered and tried to get a little sleep. It was going to be a long night and she needed all her wits about her.

Jorja woke in a tangle of bedding. Strange arms encircled her. She looked over her shoulder at the sleeping form of Keltar. Sometime during the night, he had crept up and spooned her. She smiled, flattered that the man found her attractive. On Earth, it was hard for a six-foot-tall, 180-pound woman to get a date. Men seemed afraid of her Amazonian proportions. Being a black belt didn’t help, either.

Here, she was just another petite woman, dwarfed by most of the men on the planet. She felt almost kittenish, an emotion she hadn’t experienced since before she hit sixth grade and found she towered over most of the boys.

She tried to disentangle herself from Keltar, but only succeeded in arousing him. He pulled her closer and mumbled in his sleep. His erection rubbed against her leg. What is it about men and morning hard-ons, she wondered. She was foolish to sleep in the nude, she knew. But the damn loincloth was so restricting, she had to ditch it. They had started out well apart on the bedding. Keltar really was the perfect gentleman. He said it was because she belonged to another owner, but Jorja could read the signals he was sending out. He wanted her, more so because she was a fighter, like him, she surmised. Her strength turned him on. But he maintained a careful distance.

Sometime during the night that distance had evaporated. Jorja tried to unwrap his arms without waking him. Instead, he merely tightened his grip. Now his hard cock poked between her thighs. He snored softly in her hair. She didn’t dare move. One of his hands opened and cupped her breast, a thumb brushing her hard nipple. Her body betrayed her. She was becoming aroused at the gentle hands of this giant.

In his sleep, Keltar began thrusting his hips in minute arcs, following some crude dream. His cock touched her hot slit and Jorja sucked in her breath. “Keltar,” she whispered. “Keltar, wake up.”

She should be shouting, she knew. Pounding on his arms. But there was something incredibly erotic about the entire experience. She wanted to wake him and yet she wanted to feel him press against her just a little while longer. Unconsciously, she eased her legs apart, letting the tip of his cock slide over her wet cleft, causing her labial lips to engorge with blood. Back and forth he stroked in tiny movements. Jorja bit her lip. Her clitoris came to attention. She eased her right hand down to touch it. It was as hard and smooth as a small, round river pebble. She reached down a little further, opening her fingers and felt the tip of his cock as it thrust forward. In seconds, her fingers were soaked in her own juices.

Gee, she thought, if I just tipped my hips back slightly and helped guide him, he would slide right in. No, I’d better not. Even as she denied her feelings, her body betrayed her again. His hand pulled away from her breast slightly and she found herself leaning forward to follow it. Naturally, that changed the angle of her hips and his cock began to nip inside her a fraction of an inch, the head easily parting her wet lips.

“Oh my,” she breathed. “You’re going to get into trouble with my boss.” She giggled behind her free hand, the other remaining between her legs, touching the mushroom head of his hard cock as it appeared and disappeared into her.

He began thrusting harder now and Jorja suspected that Keltar had awakened and was only pretending to be asleep in order to avoid any moral conflicts over his desire for the Earthling. She let him fuck her, his cock sliding in further and further until he was tight against her ass. His slippery member was a perfect fit.

His left hand came around to her mound to hold her in position as he continued to thrust, all the way out, then back in again. Jorja rubbed her clit, relishing the waves of pleasure that washed through her. God knows I’ve needed this! I’ve been in space too long!

Keltar began making noises in his throat, which drove Jorja toward her own climax. There was something about being fucked from behind by this powerful man that sent her swooning. He rolled her over, bringing her to her knees, her head pressed down against the pillows. This allowed him to thrust deeper within her. She could feel his cock sliding all the way in and out again, causing a vibration in her clit that built quickly.

Her orgasm struck her an instant before Keltar stiffened and his cock erupted deep within her. “Jesus, god in heaven!” she shouted, jerking as if electrocuted. He held her tight for a minute, then eased out of her. Fluids rushed out and soaked the bedding.

He spoke to her in that strange language. As Jorja fumbled for the Ute, she realized she understood a few words. “Sorry… Gulnark… angry… asleep.” He was trying to apologize for giving her the best sex she had had in years.

“Dabala, nektu vas,” she responded without thinking, knowing it meant: “Don’t worry, it’s all right.”

She thumbed the switch on the U.T. “You’ve learned some of our words,” Keltar was saying. “That’s good.”