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filling her with his seed. Lyzette wondered if she could get pregnant from an alien. There were some children around the mansion, and she wondered how many of them were Mikael's.
    As soon as he came, he pulled out of her and did up his pants. In a blissful haze, Lyzette tried repeatedly to latch her bra without success. Mikael took pity on her and helped with the bra as well as her blouse. Then he adjusted her thong and pulled down her skirt.
    "Can you walk?" he asked.
    Lyzette nodded blankly and though her legs were wobbly, she managed to make it back to the carriage. Soon they were seated, and she recovered enough to be able to look at her surroundings and talk.
    They arrived at the city again by early afternoon. Michael's match started at three o'clock. He tried to explain what was going to happen, but Lyzette didn't understand. It involved a lot of pushing and shoving.
    Lyzette was glad to be riding in the carriage next to Mikael. Their knees kept bumping, and she couldn't help but smile happily every time. She knew she was setting herself up to get hurt if he dumped her. He was handsome, strong, and big. All of him.
    Every few minutes, she flashed back to a moment from behind the waterfall or the night before, which made her want Mikael again. She wondered if she was a slut for wanting him to make love to her again so soon. Her mother told her only sluts liked lots of sex and gave away their jewel to the first guy that tried to spread their legs.
    Lyzette sighed. She didn't care. Her mother wasn't here, and Mikael was. He pointed out another Markan sight, and she looked avidly. She was fascinated with this world, now that it seemed to be treating her so kindly.
    Her life had never been as good as it was now. Mikael was kind to her and rocked her world when he made love to her. She had a fantastic room in a mansion. She didn't have to work or have old guys with no hair and pot bellies shoving bills down her cleavage, asking for another pitcher of beer. She didn't have her mother criticizing her and making her feel like she had done something wrong, no matter how hard Lyzette tried to please her.
    It was a beautiful day, and both suns were shining.
    Then a thought occurred to her, and Lyzette's carefully constructed dream world came crashing down as she remembered the one thought that she could not afford to forget.
    She was a slave.
    And she had to have sex with Mikael. It didn't matter if she liked it or not. She didn't have a choice. She realized he had taken her out yesterday so she would feel comfortable with him. That way, she wouldn't be afraid of having sex with him anymore. He probably figured he was persuasive enough so once she liked him and trusted him, he could easily convince her to give up her jewel. She had done so easily and without a thought.
    Well, he was pretty amazing, and she was a fool, but she hadn't had a choice. It may have seemed as though she did, but she didn't have any choice at all. She was his fucking slave.
    Lyzette felt her carefully constructed bubble pop around her. He hadn't made love to her because he cared about her. He fucked her because she was his property, and he had needs. She suddenly felt dirty and used. All the wonder and amazement of what their bodies did together seemed soiled, and Lyzette was on the verge of tears. Then the tears came out. To conceal them, she turned and looked out of the carriage as if she were enjoying the view.
    Mikael didn't notice her change of mood until he had talked to himself about Marka for over twenty minutes. He got a nod from Lyzette every once in a while.
    "Lyzette?" he asked, taking her chin and turning her head towards him. She looked at him, not because she wanted to, but because she was his slave, and he wanted her to do something. Tears ran down her cheeks.
    He frowned in consternation.
    "What's wrong?" he said.
    She shook her head. She shifted on the seat and tried to get comfortable. As much as she had enjoyed having sex both times, she