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with Bruce out of the water off Lanikai beach, to
them both being pinned to the wall of an alien laboratory by a pair of
extraterrestrial deviants. Given her experiences so far, and her utter
powerlessness to prevent any of them, she had no illusions about the
seriousness of the predicament she was in.
    One of Jenna’s great strengths had always been the ability
to clearly evaluate any situation she found herself in. For example, she had
instinctively known what she needed to do to achieve her athletic success.
Equally instinctively, she now knew what she needed to do to improve her
chances of surviving being abducted by aliens.
    For years, winning and retaining the world triathlon crown
had been the focus of her efforts and desires. But without a moments hesitation
Jenna now dismissed such life-long ambitions from her mind as so much fluff.
What meaning had a triathlon title when the trick from day to day would be stay
alive in the hope that she’d find an opportunity to return home? Although she
had elected to chase triathlon titles on her own, Jenna knew that the most
valuable thing to her in this situation was an ally. For that reason, Bruce
Glenn had suddenly become the most important person in her life. She needed to
bond with him as quickly as possible. She prayed that he was safe nearby and
that she’d get to see him soon.
    In a rare moment of personal candor, Jenna was honest enough
to admit that there was more than pragmatism in her decision to forge a
relationship with Bruce. Whatever those scrawny aliens had done had given her a
sexual experience like nothing she had ever felt, heard of, or imagined. She
cringed a little when she remembered how she had orgasmed repeatedly, in an
uninhibited moaning frenzy, while Bruce watched from three yards away. But then
she also remembered that Bruce had looked mortified himself as his pulsing cock
had strained towards her shuddering body like a snake charmed from its basket
by irresistible music. Jenna wanted a better acquaintance with that cock. If
she was going to die sometime soon in an alien laboratory, then by God she was
going to die secure in the knowledge that she’d done her best to have a good
time.
    As these thoughts were passing through her mind, Jenna was
also appraising her immediate situation. She was naked, lying on some sort of
bed, facing a blank white wall. Her body confirmed that she hadn’t just dreamed
everything that had happened: her breasts were tender and her vagina tingled
and throbbed a little. Apart from that, however, she felt amazingly well—completely
healthy, relaxed and rested.
    Languorously she turned onto her back, stretching as she did
so, her eyes squinting against the whiteness of the small square cubicle. Then
she rolled a fraction further and discovered to her delight that on a second
low bed, a mere three feet from her, lay an equally-naked Bruce Glenn.
    Bruce had regained consciousness at the same time as Jenna,
and many similar thoughts about their predicament had been going through his
mind. But overlaying these was a considerable amount of anxiety because on the
bed next to him lay the unclothed figure of the woman of his dreams, and the
last time he had seen her she’d been stuck against a wall writhing in orgasm,
compliments of alien drugs and mechanical devices. He may have been an
unwilling spectator, but in effect he’d shown his approval of what Jenna was
being put through by sporting a very large erection.
    From three difficult years of dealing with Jenna Walsh on
the triathlon circuit Bruce had every reason to expect that she would now hold
him personally responsible for every painful, sordid, humiliating thing that
had happened to her. So when she finally turned towards him, he apprehensively
steeled himself for the explosion that he knew was about to occur.
    Instead of glaring at him, Jenna’s eyes assumed a dreamy
look; instead of baring her teeth to snarl, her mouth curved sweetly into a
smile; and instead of