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the vast room and finally set on her feet, although
they didn’t release her. Instead, a hand settled on the back of her
head and pushed her forward until she felt something hard and cold
and slightly rounded pressing against her belly. The pressure
continued until she felt pressure against her ribs and knew she’d
been pushed down onto … something. A sloping table? It certainly
wasn’t level. As disoriented as she was from the hood, she could
feel enough pressure from blood pulsing in her temples to know that
much.
    She tried not to think about the fact that
the support ended around her ribcage, below her breasts and what
that might mean.
    Surely if they meant to behead her they
would have had her neck/throat against something, she thought a
little hysterically?
    She jumped when she felt two hands grasp her
ankles. It was too late to try to clench her legs together by the
time she realized they were spreading them. She tried anyway, but
she couldn’t tell that she even managed to inconvenience them. They
locked her feet into something on either side and then shoved
upward until her knees bent and her legs were spread so wide that
she felt like they were going to tear the tendons in her groin.
    She began to get an inkling that they might
have a different sort of sacrifice in mind than taking her head or
cutting her heart out.
    She just hoped they weren’t really pissed
off when they discovered she was no virgin sacrifice!
    That thought had barely flickered through
her mind when something was attached to each of her nipples.
Blinded, it took her many moments of frightened wondering before it
dawned on her that the objects felt like mouths. Well mostly. They
were hot, wet, contained something that felt like a tongue except
somewhat rougher, and almost immediately formed a suction that
seemed predicated on pulling her nipples off rather than giving her
any sort of pleasure.
    Did they think they could … extract something from her breasts?
    A jolt traveled all the way through her when
she felt something similar attached to her sex, cupping the
clit—all of the flesh exposed by the pinch of the garment she’d
been forced to wear-so that her clit was nestled deeply in the hold
of that rough tongue-like thing.
    If possible, the suction was even harder
than that on her nipples, but if it wasn’t mouths attached to her
it was a damned close approximation—except for the roughness of the
tongue and the fact that the sucking was borderline
uncomfortable.
    Unfortunately—embarrassingly—her body still
reacted to the stimulation. Warmth began to thread its way through
her and her rapid heartbeat switched from the pounding of alarm to
a manifestation of the excitement building inside of her.
    Within moments, a mild quake erupted inside
of her—mild enough she thought they might not have noticed and she
was able to comfort herself with the thought that they probably
hadn’t.
    She was done, thank you very much, and ready
to get up.
    Apparently, she was right and they didn’t
notice she’d had a little climax.
    Or they didn’t care because it wasn’t her
pleasure they were interested in?
    Her embarrassment and emotional discomfort
increased, prompted by guilt that she’d enjoyed something she
thought—knew—she shouldn’t have.
    Because she hadn’t consented to this.
    But then again, it wasn’t likely these
aliens had ever heard about ‘no means no’ or would care if they
had.
    The sucking continued unabated and
annoyingly. The sense of irritation about being stimulated when she
wasn’t interested grew for a short time—until she felt like
screaming and possibly killing something with her teeth and bare
hands—and then she felt her body burgeoning toward another
climax.
    She hadn’t expected that.
    She wasn’t particularly happy to find that
to be the case—not at first anyway. After a time, despite her
reluctance, she began to feel anticipation growing in her
belly.
    When the dam ruptured that time, it was