Ensnared Bride by Yamila Abraham Page A

resume its chatter with the other alien.   Monica assumed it was reporting what it had tasted.
    “Good friends,” Ducra said from behind them.
    They both turned and their gowns separated enough for Monica to see past them.   Ducra was wearing a flouncy red dress, something that had belonged to an Earthling at some point.   It fit her bulky muscles poorly.  
    “May I present the Mek-lord , Javintore. ”
    She stepped aside to reveal a towering Hax-Rah male, clad in a black shoulder mantle, a black cowl which hid his eyes, and low black pants that strained to hold bulging leg muscles.   The rest of his red/purple flesh was bare.   Monica ’s eyes absorbed the regal nose, lips, and chin left exposed by the cowl, and then dripped down to thick muscular pectorals capped with dark pink nipples.   From there her gaze lowered to his bare torso, catching the definition of his abs.   She stopped at his low waste band, which had the darkening of pubic hair.   The sides of his groin muscles made a V shape over his hips.   
    Unnggghh.
    She realized he was the first pleasant sight she ’d seen in the last ten years.   The vision stirred up feelings she scarcely recognized.   She thought her body had been long dead to desire.   Years of torture made sex the furthest thing from her thoughts.
    “Wonderful,” one of the greenish aliens said.   “There is no chance the Alliance is aware of your presence?”
    “Well,” Ducra said, “we had to make up an excuse for a ship as large as his being in orbit.   We said he’s picking up energy cores for the robots.   They’ve no idea why he’s really here.   These underground bunkers are the perfect place for a meeting.   The Alliance doesn’t even know they exist.”
    “Let’s hurry up, all the same.”   This was Javintore.   “I have a mission to get to.”   His voice was baritone and husky, sending electricity down her spine with every word.   
    “Come.”   Ducra led the Mek-lord and the greenish aliens into the next room.
    Monica allowed herself a pleasurable shudder.   She was now glad the disgusting aliens had woken her, despite still needing several more hours of sleep.   She quickly faded back into oblivion.

Chapter 2
     
    When she next woke, she worried the earlier interruption might have caused her to oversleep.   She scrambled to her work station and warmed up her laser to harvest the cores.  
    The greenish aliens entered the room talking to each other in their language.   Monica ignored them.   She lined up the easiest looking saccus nuts to start with.
    Long sickly green fingers clasped her wrist.   Monica looked.   The aliens had invaded her space once more.   One of them was holding what looked like a pure black Faberg é egg on a small golden platter.   It was something that could have been hiding in a pocket of their gowns when they walked in.
    “Take this to the Mek-lord,” the one clutching her said.
    Monica gaped at them.   “I have to start my work.”
    “What a good slave you are,” the one holding the platter said.   “But we must give the Mek-lord and the overseer our gift, and it’s forbidden to present gifts directly.”
    Oh for fucks sake!   “I don’t have time for this.”
    The first one started to pull her from her stool.   “Your overseer will understand—but she will be vexed at you if we complain you would not help us.”
    Monica ground her teeth.   Damn it!   No matter what she did she ’d end up with a tr’sark zap.   Just the thought put tears at the back of her eyes.
    She stood and took the platter from the alien.  
    “Tell them the Ali-aries asked you to give them this gift, with their fondest compliments.”
    “Fine.”   She headed for the other room, measuring her angry steps so she wouldn’t knock over the stupid piece of shit.
    She had to lean it on her shoulder in order to open the door.   The disgusting aliens should have helped her.   When she looked back she realized they