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The New World

I shivered in the cold air as I stood outside my tiny apartment. The weather had been unusually cold this year, with snows starting in September, my rent was due in a week, and my asshole boss had just fired me. Seemed like there was nothing else that could go wrong. Yeah right; counting chickens and Murphy's Law.

There was an envelope tucked in the mail slot attached to my door. A very official looking envelope. Shit. I made my cold way inside my barren, but at least warm house. It didn't even look as if someone lived there. The furniture was bland and the walls empty. But hey, it was home for at least another week.

My apron and name-tag I dumped in the nearest garbage. Wouldn't need them anymore. Then I collapsed on the worn out couch and ripped open the letter. It was definitely official, from a lawyer and everything.

'We regret to inform you that'--ha! lawyer bullshi--'your brother Private Robert Harris'--who I haven't seen in ten fucking years--'died October 16, 2004.'--Good, the sadistic moron deserved it. If he'd ever had a soul it withered at birth. 'There will be a reading of the will on October 28, 2004 at the Withwurs Funeral home in Boise city, Idaho. All family are requested to attend. Those that cannot, will receive �Aw, hell.

I balled up the envelope and threw it across the room, missing the trash can completely. I guess I'd better attend. Maybe the blockhead left something of value behind. Right. But it wasn't as if I had anything else to do. Boise was what...three days from Archer City? I had time to spare, the funeral was in five. It would take me less than a day to pack everything I was actually attached to. My cloths, mother's jewelry, the one box of mementoes, my books. It would all fit in my white Cherokee. Shoot, the books would take up all the room.

* * *

Well, that was everything. Eight boxes of books, the one box of mementoes and jewelry, and two boxes of clothes�most of them black�along with one small box of shoes. I started up the engin and headed north. I didn't tell anyone I was leaving, not even that bitch landlady of mine. No one'd really care.

I was 800 miles south of my goal, and driving through the dark because I preferred to�there were so few vehicles at night which meant fewer crazy drivers. I was rounding a sharp corner somewhere in the Colorado mountains when a stag the size of an elephant leaped onto the road right in front of me. Well, of course I panicked. My wheel twisted to the left as my feet slammed into the brakes. I missed the deer, but the jeep's tires hit the low stone barrier on the side of the mountain road. My head violently contacted the steering wheel, and I blacked out too damn slowly for my taste. The front end of my poor Beastie flew up, then jerked down as the back tires contacted the same wall. The Monsters, Inc. monster I had hanging from a couple strands of Mardi-gras beads thumped into the roof. The last thing I saw was the ground coming towards me far too quickly as the changing momentum caused the jeep to roll.

* * *

My eyes cracked open so very slowly I knew that they were covered in dried out eye mucus. I breathed a groaning sigh. I had another nine hours drive before i�wait a damn minute, the roof above me was grey and metal, my jeep's roof was worn out tan leather. Then, too damn belatedly, I remembered that I should be dead. My imagination painted me being where I most definitely didn't want to be, a hospital morgue. I tried to move any part of my body, but I couldn't move anything, not even my head. A loud shrill scream...mine...bounced off the metal walls before my brain provided a desperate reality. It was too warm to be a corpse box. And too noisy. And I realized my face hurt badly. I thought maybe my nose was broken, but I couldn't check. But my imagination didn't buy it and I started to hyperventilate. All the way back into the darkness I'd just gotten out of.

The next time I woke I found myself staring at a strange blue light, but couldn't see anything else. Then I realized that the air smelled funky, sweet. And the darkness grabbed a strong hold again.

* * *

Rough hands rudely jerked me awake as they pulled me out of my little metal box. I struggled instinctively as my eyes finally opened. Then I screamed. Thankfully I wasn't alone in my fear; I heard three other screams down to my left. The screams were blatantly ignored by the�even if they were eight feet tall�gorilla like beings as one towered over me. He fastened a thin leather collar around my neck and cut away my clothes with a knife made of light. Now completely naked, I was shoved into a long, narrow metal hallway like a cattle chute with about ten others, all women, all fine examples of my species, though I had the palest skin of the group. At the end of the hallway was a mostly clear door, on the other side of which were three metal tables.

I was the first pulled out of the hallway by the flexible metal arms which dragged me to a metal table. I saw two other girls pulled out from behind me�one of African descent, the other Mexican�before the arms forced me to lie on the cold table. I yelped, that's how cold the metal was, as I was strapped down spread-eagled. Then the arms went to work. First needles were stabbed into my arms, one in each. I began to breath faster from fear. One took blood from my right while the other pumped something into my left. That something hurt, very badly, kinda like acid. The needles were removed and the tiny holes slathered with a skin-like substance. Next a light scanned over my entire body, blinding me and leaving streaks of false lights afterwards. I felt, rather than saw a snakelike tentacle flow from one of the arms and slide between my legs. I cried out wordlessly as its coldness slid into me a short ways. It left quickly,

My head was released and pulled out of the way as what could only be a laser did something to the collar . Two of the hands lifted me from the table, and a growing fear held me limp as they deposited me at another tunnel. There one of the hands attached a long tether to my collar. Some part of my brain which was noting everything down noticed that a tentacle had entered the lady on the second table. It didn't stop and she actually moaned in what sounded scarily like pleasure.

I collapsed into a crouch, hands crossed over my churning stomach, head touching the cold floor. Which was moving. I could feel a humming vibration shaking me. My tether drew short through the hole in the floor where it ended. The light changed, brightened; I sat up as far as my leash would let me and looked around. I was in shock, which was the only thing keeping me from screaming. I had exited from a mushroom shaped building on the third of five tracks. There were human women on all of the tracks, most of them dark skinned. And we all are tethered so tightly that we can only crouch or lie down. And none of us are lying down. Slowly the tracks fill with women, ending with about 50. Most of which are black, some are the lighter tans of India and North American natives. Maybe five were pale skinned, like me. By this point there were many not crouching, and most were expressing fear in some form. Crying, whimpers, screams, panic attacks, fighting the tethers like a dog on a leash.

We could all hear the distant mishmash of noises, all animal and apelike; hoots, growls, screeches. The noise intensified to the point that everyone but the girl behind me were covering their ears. I realized then that she was probably deaf. A moment later the noise died�instantly. I heard a grating sound and the ground shook. The blank wall in front of us was moving. The cords tied to our collars tightened, forcing us to lie down or choke. I lay down. Then giant gorillas all began to walk among us, and from what I could see, were examining us as much as I would a new couch before buying.

A brown furred one stood over me, leaving me in his shadow. He crouched down and yanked my head sideways, exposing the collar to the light. In the process my face was practically shoved into the lump between his legs. He knelt a little closer, the lump pressing against my mouth and I could smell a cinnamony musk exuding from his skin. He sniffed at my silken black hair, then mouthed one of my nipples. One tan paw slipped between my legs and rubbed. I gasped at the pleasure I felt. He walked away and it was all I could do not to cry, sickened at my self. I had reacted to that thing as I would a lover.

Just about every one of the alien-gorillas that walked past me looked at my collar first, then at least half of those sexually examined me. And I reacted to every one of them. By the time a black gorilla, the biggest I'd seen all day, stopped over me I was shaking with a fiery need that I hated wetting the space between my legs. He read my collar, examined me as all the others had, my pale skin seeming white against his dark fur, but for him I felt nothing except maybe revolt. Now I was seriously confused. I had reacted to all the others, but not to him and he was probably the best looking of the bunch. If one went for the muscle bound and furry

The area we were in emptied of the aliens and our leashes loosened. A few of us sat up, though most were too busy being sick or shivering to do so. Just beyond the opening in the wall had gathered the dozens of alien apes. I stared stupidly at the crowd because I did not want to listen to the little stories my brain was coming up with. Two gorillas, both wearing metallic armor which flexed like leather, grabbed the woman on the first track�to my right. They lifted her by her arms, after removing the tether, and dragged her forward. She was as pale skinned as me, but with flame red hair, rather than my onyx black. I watched, horrified, as they lashed her arms to a cross bar about shoulder width apart. The bar was raised until the woman was forced to stand on tiptoe. A new alien stepped onto the platform, and I giggled hysterically. He eerily resembled the orangutang off the new Planet of The Apes remake. He stomped for silence and began jabbering at the crowd. It all looked very familiar to me...but...oh fucking hell, we were being auctioned off. I felt sick and at the same time had an insane urge to laugh, loudly. It wasn't real, couldn't be, apes buying humans, noooo. Right, ha!

It took forever, but all too soon it was my turn. The two brutes grabbed and dragged me forward; I had no chance to walk on my own. Not that my knees would support me, but still. Tight lashes bound my wrists to the cold bar, and my shoulders strained as I was pulled up on my toes. The auctioneer spoke to the crowd, and the whoots and howls became deafening. The alien auctioneer pressed himself tight against my back, with a hand placed over my groin. He ground his groin against me�stretched on my toes I was at just the right height�as one paw massaged a nipple. He hadn't done this with any of the others, so I figured that it had something to do with why the mechanicals earlier had treated me differently. It was probably the whole virgin thing. Hilarious, human virgins being lusted after by aliens. I would have screamed or maybe laughed my hysterics out, but was busy being pawed upon.

I couldn't help myself; I moaned in pleasure as his other hand joined the first in fondling my breasts. He laughed, a very human sound, and his massive paws grabbed the back of my legs. He lifted me up, like I was sitting in a chair, and forced my legs to spread apart. I was twisted around as he showed my privates to the whole audience. I was dropped back down to stand on my toes, with one of his massive hands slid between my thighs, a warm lump. He started the auction, and the apes were bidding as they had for none of those before me. I moaned loudly, both from lust because the ape was massaging his thumb on my clit, and fear. As what could only be the price for me rose higher, the seller rubbed harder and harder in my cunt. The muscles in my abdomen clenched as my body tried to arch, my breathing quickened. I soon moaned as an orgasm burned through me and my cum dripped onto the seller's hand. He brought his hand up and stuck it in his mouth. The bidding stopped instantly. The last to bid had been a black ape.

The seller stepped away from me and my fogged mind cleared. Disgust swelled over me and I began to cry, silently, in shame. At the same time I fought not to vomit from the nausea. Finally the ropes holding me up were released and I collapsed. One of the auctioneer's helpers dragged me to the edge of the stage where the ape that had won me. He handed the assistant a metallic, iridescent chit�money I presume�and picked me up. He wrapped my tether around his arm and carried me to the edge of the large crowd slung over his shoulder. I realized now which black ape it was and shivered, though I did not struggle. I couldn't have, not with my tether so tightly wrapped around his wrist. When free of the crowd, he set me down and started to lumber away. I climbed to my unsteady feet and walked meekly behind him. It was either that or be dragged. And I was so far in shock that it didn't really matter.

The walk seemed endless before we reached a large building which resembled a giant tree house. The ape yanked my leash, pulling me closer. I almost fell. What happened next shocked all fear out of me. I stared at him like a rabbit about to be run over. He'd spoken English. Rough and badly accented, not to mentioned some words were mispronounced. But English.

"I am Kanar. You now belong to my son. You follow his orders first. Then you follow mine. Understand?" He jerked the leash, forcing me to kneel, and I nodded mutely, suddenly terrified again. He opened a door, then said. "He'll be later. You'll wait there. On the bed." I was shoved into a large room, with a larger bed. I still knew pretty much nothing. Except that I belonged to the black ape's son. And that I was to await him in the bed.

* * *

I laid curled up on my side on the surprisingly soft bed that the monster gorilla had shoved me at. I had even cried myself to exhaustion and actually fallen asleep. So I didn't know my new master had entered until something very large and warm grabbed my naked shoulder. I tensed, frozen, and panting in fear, almost whimpering. The warmth left my shoulder and I could hear shuffling footsteps coming around to this side of the bed. I curled up tighter and buried my head in my arms, eyes shut tight. Fear�or maybe it was instinct�had complete control over my actions. That same large warm object touched me again, this time on the ribs, and I flinched jerking away. Whatever it was laughed and slipped one large furry hand underneath my chin; it...he...spoke.

"Open your eyes slave and look at me." I opened my eyes alright, but out of dumfounded surprise not because he commanded it. It had also spoken English, probably the worst English I'd ever heard, but English. I wished I hadn't. It was a rather large white gorilla, and if human standards applied here, a very aroused male.

I gasped, pulled away from him, and shrank back into my little cocoon, whimpering. The gorilla thing laughed again, sat down on an empty corner of the bed. He dragged me to lie between his legs, my head resting on his stomach. His large, calloused, warm paws began to caress over my skin; my exposed shoulder, my back, my thighs, my ribs where his fingers just brushed the underside of my breasts, my ass where fingers caressed the small amount of sensitive flesh that my heels didn't protect.

Out of it's own volition my body started to relax, legs uncurling, arms falling, and giving the ape better access to my more sensitive parts. Under my left hip, I could feel him growing. I realized that his body was putting off a heady musk. His other hand, slipped over a breast and cupped it. I moaned when the built up pleasures in my body finally made themselves knows as his thumb began brushing over the nipple. His left hand, the one that had done most of the caressing, settled itself on the patch of dark brown fur above the opening between my legs, his thumb just brushing back and forth, tickling.

His body shifted out from under me as his head lowered. The hand over my abdomen stilled momentarily as his rubbery lips began to brush over my neck, down my shoulder, my collarbone. The hand which had been sweetly caressing a nipple abandoned it, to be replaced by the ape's mouth. I shivered and made a gasping moan as the rubbery mask closed over the nipple. His wet tongue began to make slow enticing circles just around the edge of the nipple and he began to nibble on it. My body arced against his, grinding his hidden organ against my legs. His other hand began to play with the untouched breast, now brushing over the sensitive nipple, now grasping it between two digits and rolling the nipple. Another breathy moan escaped my throat, and my arms ached to return the caresses, to feel his fur covered skin. But they were trapped.

The hand on my abdomen moved lower, and I parted my legs. His seeking hand slid in between the moist lips. My body jerked, my breaths came faster as a thumb brushed across my clit. I felt the mouth upon my breast smile. His thumb stayed upon my clit, rubbing with an up and down motion, as his fingers quested lower. His rumbling growls shook me as those fingers found my opening. My body tensed, arcing desperately against his. Pleasure as I never even imagined sped my heart and moistened my opening.

There, his mouth slipped away from the nipple it had been sucking on, and his rubbery lips caressed their way down my stomach, his wet tongue leaving tiny trails of fire. The caressing pleasure between my legs vanished, and that hand�still covered in wetness�planted itself on my aching, bare breast. The fires of pleasure flew through my veins as the gorilla shouldered my legs further apart, and now the heavy hands left my breasts. Those hands joined the head and puled apart the lips guarding my womanhood and my moaning reached new heights as the rubbery muzzle pushed itself against me there. I felt my self drowning in pleasure as the warm tongue licked my clit, sending ripples of heat through me. A finger replaced the wet tongue, massaging, and he moved his tongue lower. It slipped it into my sheath and probed deeper than I ever expected a tongue to be able to go. My now freed hands began to caress my own pleasure hungry nipples, and together it was all too much. My mind blanked when the tongue began mimicking the motion of what truly belonged there, pushing in, pulling back out, flexing as it did so. I gasped out a scream as my body crested and orgasm after orgasm clenched muscle's around the tongue. I reached out, moaning in hunger as the gorilla slid off me. He fastened the long black tie attached to the headboard onto the black collar around my throat.

I was panting for air as I opened my eyes and musk-free reality made itself achingly known. Shame and self-hate, disgust all mixed inside my stomach as the pleasure from a moment ago burned inside me. I curled back into a ball, tears burning down my face. My rapist had left to only to remove the loincloth. He crouched next to me upon the bed and his caresses began once more as I breathed in the heady musk his body produced. All the hateful emotions went away as the need for pleasure once more assumed control. He curled himself around me�one arm slid under me, pulling me tight against him�and I felt his organ pulse against my feet. He began to nibble on my shoulder and neck as his free hand brushed along my sensitive skin My body responded instantly, relaxing completely though my eyes stayed closed. He laid me out flat and knelt over me, hands massaging nipples until I began moaning in pleasure.

I felt my hands being guided by his, which left my sensitized nipples achingly bare, until my fingers touched his long hard shaft. Just that touch tensed his entire organ, and he guided my fingers until they began stroking him on their own. He wrapped his hands around the top bar of the headboard and rumbled in pleasure. I began to massage his organ, thumbs moving in tiny circles, and his body arched, shoving himself more firmly in my hands. Just touching him made waves of pleasure and need flash through my loins and breasts, and I began to share his moans.

My eyes were shut tight, so I didn't know that his hand had moved until it cupped the back of my head. He pulled my head upwards, gently, until my lips were just kissing his dick. His hand held my head there as I began to lick the tip of his sensitive organ. I worked my slow, wet way up and down him, nuzzling his ball sack and nibbling on the shaft. My hands still caressed whatever part my mouth wasn't on.

I was meekly surprised when he pulled my head back, until he slid his hard erection into my open mouth. He pushed himself in, then out once as I realized what he wanted. My arms wrapped around his legs, hands clasping his leathery buttocks. I allowed my tongue to rove over the tip a moment as his erection pulsed. I pulled as much of him into my mouth as I could and sucked as I pulled my head backwards. The rhythm of sucking and pulling caused him to swell, until his hand wrapped itself in my hair and began to pull and push my head faster and faster. His body suddenly tensed, and he pulled his dick out of my mouth. My head fell to the bed as his hand released my hair. Hot liquid splashed against my chest covering me in alien cum.

He finally collapsed next to me and I held on to him, sexual need coursing through me as he gently wiped away his seed. Then he did nothing but lay there, and slowly desire died. I jerked away from him and curled up into a little ball, shivers of doubt shaking me. Did I really want him and just not know it?

He pulled me back to his side and cradled me against his chest for a moment. My body had completely tensed from knowing fear by the time he laid me back on the bed, and this time his caresses came from his lips while his hands rested, one against my ass and the other in my hair.

I relaxed, I couldn't help it, every time he touched me I desired him more. My body softened beneath him, my legs mingling with his. He built my desire with his mouth on my breast and a hand rubbing the pleasurable spot between my legs. My lust ran even higher now than it had before when his hands pulled my legs up and apart so that they rested bent over his hips. He rested his erection against those secret lips for a moment, and I moaned, squirming with need. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, his body lifted slightly and he slid himself into me, his organ parting what had once been my virginity. The pain was only momentary, quickly fleeting away under an onslaught of pleasure. I groaned as he pulled out, his giant organ stretching the limits of my virgin body. My body arched towards his and away as he began to rhythmically mount me. The pleasure built quick after that and I soon crested, pulses of orgasms tightening the muscles between my legs. I felt him a moment later as he did the same, and I could feel the stream of warm cum filling me. He pulled out, trailing a stream across my legs, and laid down beside me. By now, I had become entirely exhausted, so with my back pressed against his chest and one of his hands laying on my stomach, I slept.

* * *

A howl of fear followed me out of a long suffered nightmare, and I woke screaming. my body jerked up till I was sitting. My head buried itself against my knees as I rocked in place. Tears of pure terror scalded down my face. I couldn't stop myself, and found my mind trapped in a panic attack. Next to me, the dark furred alien levered himself up using an elbow. He'd been awakened by my wrenching sobs. A gentle hand and arm wrapped around my back and he pulled me down until I lay with my face, arms, even knees buried against his chest. He pulled one of the light blankets scattered on the bed over me as I shivered and the hand holding my body against his began to rub my back. I collapsed against him, and sobbed into his chest, but the scent of his musk snapped the hold the panic attack had on me. Rather than raising lust as it had before, the musk simply comforted. And that combined with the gentle, comforting rubbing soothed away my tears. My left arm pulled itself to wrap against him and I fell back to sleep curled in his warm, giant, comforting arms, using his shoulder for a pillow and listening to the thrumming of his heartbeat. I didn't realize it yet, but I had become his.

* * *

I blinked, awake with my eyes squinting at the bright sunlight shining through a strange looking window. It was blue glass framed by a wooden circle. There was a circular wooden panel, opened on hinge like a door. For some reason it looked wrong but my brain couldn't place why. I turned my body away from the brightly light window and groaned. The muscles in my lower body ached and I remembered what happened the night before. But the memories of rape seemed distant, as if they hadn't really happened. What seemed real was the comfort after I'd woken from my nightmare. The rape didn't even bother me.

I sat up. Not that I wanted to get up, but nature was rather persistent. I climbed off of the bed nude and went in search of a bathroom, the long leather tether dragging behind me. The first door I opened led to a small closet. Or maybe storage. Whatever, it wasn't what I was after. But the second door was exactly what I needed. At least, it looked like a bathroom, and water came out of the wall into the gigantic tub.

I relieved the pressure in my bladder and fumbled with some faucet looking things before a whitish liquid almost hot enough to scald came out of a tube inset in the tub. Another knob added colder water. I sat in the tub, legs crossed and leaning forward with my arms crossed over my stomach. I let the tub fill until I was submerged up to my neck in the murky milk colored water. The water smelled kinda like mint, refreshing.

I stayed in the water until all the sore muscles in my lower body had been forced to relax. Even cleaned off as best as plain water could get me. I climbed out and went in search of something to dry off with. In one of the compartments next to the tub there were large cottony sheets, so I grabbed one of those, and wrapped its warm, furry softness around my torso. Wrapped there, the towel was nearly floor length.

I had stepped out of the bathroom, even closed the door, when I heard the third door attached to the bedroom slam open. I stood there startled, like an animal staring into headlights, as a white ape�my master�stepped into the room. Anger infused him, his face a mask of rage. I gasped and collapsed into a corner, burying my face with upraised arms. My body shook as he approached, and I found myself whimpering, expecting to be hit.

I flinched as his giant calloused palm settled on my head, but didn't resist as he, upon kneeling in front of me, forced my arms down; forced me to look up at him. He was smiling gently and if he had been human the look on his face would have been a bemused, concerned look. Maybe that's exactly what it was. But what ever it was, he pulled me against him with both arms wrapped around my back. I kept my own arms folded across my stomach, but relaxed against him; pressing my clammy, fear dampened skin against his warm fur. I felt the tension in him made by the anger fade away. He stood, picking me up as he did so, and sat me�towel and all�on the bed. My ape master left sitting there and walked out the door he had so recently slammed open.

I stayed there, confused, befuddled...not really certain what I was feeling, but I figured that at least his actions meant that I wasn't the reason he'd entered the room so angry. I wasn't left alone for long. A few moments later I heard foot steps outside the door and a tiny black girl, hair in a thousand tiny braids glided into the room. I looked at her, confused, as she sat down on the bed with me.

She grinned at me, showing off very perfect white teeth. "Hey new girl. You certainly gave our Master a fright, disappearing like that. It's a first though." She smirked. "None of us other girls had the initiation quite so soon to find our own baths. Anyway's my name's Sharon O'nell. I'm mightily glad, by the way, that you speak English. Both of Master's other girls don't, and it's tirin' not ever hearin' me own language; and the other two chatter non stop, an' I don' even know what language they're speakin'. I bet ya' have a million questions, for me huh? So before we get to the questions, what's your name, anyway?"

I blinked at her. Her exuberance was a bit unnerving. She had a Scottish accent I had not expected to hear from her, but I was just about as happy as she was that she spoke English. She was right. I did have a load of questions. "I�my name's Naomi WhiteDeer."

I huddled in my gigantic towel, watching her...where to start? Looking around the room, I shrugged. My brain finally decided one word that encompassed most of the questions burbling through it. I waved my hands in a gigantic circle. "Why?"

The black girl burst out with giggles and I jumped. She shook her head and breathed deeply. "That's a very big question. I'll have to tell you in story. A couple hundred earth years ago a genetic virus wiped out the female population, from babes to grandmothers, of these apes�oh, they call themselves Borgos. Of course they didn't wish their species to die out�and cloning wasn't a viable option. So the gorillas went in search of alien species' females that could possibly be compatible. The first species they went to were as ape like as they are, well I've seen them, I'm not surprised our masters went to them. But they were about as compatible as wolves and tigers. The next two were even worse. The second was reptilian and the third a weird avian. But they did use the rejects to open trade with those planets.

"Then these alien gorillas came across Earth. From what I've found out they were rather hopeful that we were compatible. I think it's because we have so many species that resembled them, and most of humanity considers itself genetically related to �em. So they took six people, three of each sex. Seems obvious, but actually in the avians they're like us except that the �males' carry the eggs. And they found out that not only were us females compatible, we eventually came to enjoy being with the Borgonian males.

"So for the last sixty years they've been taking females that wouldn't be missed, with the help of the original three�and some others�that chose to go back to Earth for that purpose. On my last count they had 300 mostly dark skinned females and 60 children."

She suddenly stood up and pulled one of the pillows onto to floor. "If you sit on the pillow I'll brush your hair out, put it in a braid."

I hesitantly climbed off the bed and sat on the pillow. She wrapped a blanket around my chilled shoulders and departed, to return with a very earth made hair brush. She sat down on the bed behind me and began to pull the brush through my tangled mass of hair. "You know, you're the first to get the gumption to crawl out of her bed the first day after to find a bath. It took me three days to get the courage to ask. So, now that you know why you're here, anything else?"

I bit my lip, digesting that heavy load, but she smiled encouragingly and I forced out another question. "What is the whi...m..my master's name? What am...I...allowed t-to do now?"

Sharon laughed. "His lovely white uniqueness' name is Kochak. He really is a one of a kind, the only white ape on the entire planet. As to our existence here, there are a few rules. Unless our master gives us clothes, the only time we are allowed to wear anything besides this collar is when we suffer that curse of woman kind. It's not as bad as you might think, it's more that they don't see a need for clothing. I warn you, some of these well hung apes run about without a stitch on. We are allowed to take the collars off inside this house, but if you go outside without it any ape can claim you for a bit of fun. And there are some girls who chose to go that way. Oh, and try to stay with one of us until you know where outside you can go freely."

"But there are some advantages. That cycle, it only happens every six or so months earth time; and our life spans are lengthened greatly. How old would you say I am?" Her voice was teasing and I looked up at her.

"Maybe mid twenties?" Her grin broadened.

"I've been here almost thirty years; I was 24 when they took me. And the first three girls don't look any older than me. Now, the year here is twice as long as earth's, but their day is about the same. So sleeping schedules are about the same. There." She had finished french braiding my damp hair.

"How �bout you explore the house a bit; familiarize yourself with it's layout. I think that neither our master nor his father are here. I'll come find you at lunch time. Unless you're hungry now?" I shook my head and she patted me on the shoulder.

"Ok, then." She left. I stood up and dropped the blanket on the bed. But I still clutched the towel around me as I walked out the room door. I found four small bedrooms on the same wall as mine, being enthusiastically met by the two non English speakers when I opened the doors to their rooms. I followed the curve of the wall and found the pool. I was happily surprised. The next room I found was a storage, next to a cooking area. The next door was locked, so I ignored it.

Then I opened the following door on a darkened room. As I tiptoed in through the opening, lights came on and brightened. I didn't notice either of the other doors leading from this room�one back to the previous area I couldn't enter, the other to the room I hadn't been to yet. I also didn't see that the second door was open. I looked around grinning stupidly at the shelf after shelf of books. Then hesitantly walked to the nearest shelf, my back to that second door. My hands caressed many of the hard covers before pulling one out. It was in an unreadable script, obviously alien, but just as beautiful as elvish. I pulled more books out. Most of the matched the first, but a few were in completely different scripts. Probably from the other aliens Sharon had mentioned. There was a soft shuffling sound behind me, and I turned around startled, tensing like a frightened rabbit. My heart thudded in my chest, as I clutched the book I had just pulled off the shelf. It was Kochak. He shelved the book he had and patted me gently on the arm then disappeared around another shelf. I watched him walk away, grinning shyly. My stomach made a sudden growling protest; I giggled soundlessly. Now I was hungry, of course. I re-shelved the book, deposited the towel back in my room, and went in search of Sharon, whom I found in the kitchen. With her was another girl who was very familiar, though I hadn't seen her in months. It was Sorra, a tall India girl I had met several years ago through my job. I certainly didn't expect to see her here. She smiled at me and we traded hugs. I asked her when she had gotten here, but she shrugged mysteriously and said, "Same time you did."

* * *

After lunch, which was made of a fish which tasted like crab, a couple strange but very edible veggies, and warm flat bread, Sharon offered to take me on a tour of the outside.

She showed me a lot of the places in this town that us slaves could freely go, and the very few restricted areas. We were stopped in front of where the community received what Sharon called rations. I was looking at all the strange foods which the black girl was naming off when a pair of orangey-colored gorillas�one unusually short, and the other with darker fur�stepped up behind us. They civilly and in bad mangled English asked Sharon who we belonged to. She named our master and Shorty grunted. He slapped Sharon out of the way as the other grabbed my leash. Darkfur then jerked it hard enough that I lost my balance and fell against him. They laughed. Shorty grabbed my feet and half dragged me into a small building across from the storage. I started to scream and Darkfur pulled my tether tight until the collar was indented in the front of my throat. I started to gasp for breath and Shorty slapped me. I grunted quietly and collapsed, but Darkfur didn't let go of my collar, so I hung there choking. He growled and let me fall to the floor. Immediately I gasped for air and curled into a ball, crying and shivering, terrified. They laughed cruelly and one of them shoved me face first against a wall. My tether was tied to a dull metal ring bolted to the floor.

I was left alone there for a few minutes as one of them disappeared. A narrow, rectangular shaped light brightened the wall I was facing as that one cracked open the door we'd come through. The only sound that filled the silence was my panting. The door shut and I was blind, but I could here the two chattering in their alien language. They were still somewhere in the room. Then there was silence, filled by my panting and my own thudding heart deafened me so that I could not hear them approach. When a pair of hands wrapped themselves around my hips and jerked my to an awkward crouch, I screamed. The hands released me for a moment and I heard the sound of cloth being removed behind me. I fell when they let go and Shorty, who was still clothed, slapped me hard. Light suddenly filled the room as I saw stars, so dazed that I couldn't fight when those hands grabbed me again. I could only moan in fear. One of Darkfur's hands slid between my legs as Shorty stepped in front of me, wrapping my braid tight around his palm, and rubbed his lump against my face. His earthy musk enveloped me as Darkfur's fingers rubbed against my clit. I moaned. Shorty removed his loincloth and his swollen organ slapped me in the face. I shivered as the ape behind me knelt down until his muzzle was pressed between my legs. He slipped his tongue against my moist warmth, rubbing my clit and I could hear small sucking sounds. I started to pant in pleasure. Shorty took advantage of my open mouth to slide his engorged dick inside. My body responded automatically; my mouth began to suck his member. His movements were slow at first, somehow coinciding with the slow exploring of Darkfur's tongue. But both quickly sped up. I was rocked back and forth as one pushed and the other pulled. Darkfur's tongue shoved far inside me as Shorty pulled out of my mouth. Shorty shoved himself back into my mouth tensed. I felt the pulse of fluids as he came and drew back to drop his dick out of my mouth. He splashed my upper body with hot cum. The change of movement caused the tongue to throb against deep hidden nerves. My back arched as pleasure waved over my body and I came, spilling myself into Darkfur's mouth. Both moved away and I collapsed to my side, but I wasn't left alone. Darkfur bent over my face, and grabbed my hair in his hand again, pulling painfully. He laughed as the pain brought tears from my eyes and kissed me. I could taste myself on him. He released my head and grabbed my hips again. Whimpers escaped my throat as he ground his growing organ against my back. He laughed. Shorty forced me to bow my head so that my opening was in a better position. I cried out as he slid his large dick into my sensitized opening. He pulled all the way out, then pressed it against my anus.

Suddenly the clutching hands and pressure were gone and my mind belatedly registered hearing a slamming door and the sound of flesh hitting flesh, along with a pair of deafening roars. I fell again, this time with my back pressed against the wall. I stared my eyes widened in fear as Kochak and his father attacked the two orange gorillas, who were quickly losing. Kanar slammed Shorty into a wall, leaving a gigantic dent. Darkfur stared at his friend then back at the other two. He started to run, but Kochak yanked him around. He punched Darkfur hard in the face, and the ape fell face first to the floor. I was still crying as the white gorilla bounded over to me. Kochak cut the hopelessly knotted tether and i pushed myself up into his offered comfort. I sobbed senselessly into his chest as he cradled me in his arms and followed Kanar out of the building. Behind us several brown-furred, official looking apes entered the building.

By the time we reached the house I had gained control of my tears, so I simply lay curled against his chest, zoned out and listening to his heartbeat. He carried me into the house as if reluctant to set me down�and I was just a reluctant to let go of my knight in white fur�and the two girls that didn't speak English handed him a wet cloth for the blood on my face and a warm blanket, which he wrapped around me. He carried me through another doorway and sat down in the room he'd entered the library from earlier. Both Sharon, who had a swollen lip, and Sorra were there. He started to lay me down on the couch in the room but I held on to him, so the two helped him wrap the blanket around me. Sharon dabbed the wet cloth on the blood, slowly wiping it away while Sorra collapsed into a nearby chair. Kanar entered the room behind us and took up the remaining chair.

I heard Sorra sigh. Then the four began to chatter in the alien's language. (But since I learned later most of what they talked about I'll translate it for you here.)

"Shit, Kochak, I wish this hadn't happened. At least not this soon. I have no idea how she's gonna react to it; I don't know how firmly attached to you she is yet."

"Why do you say that, First One?"

Sigh. "I forgot that I didn't put her history in the report. When I first met her she had just finished college, was about to start her first year as a teacher. Not a female this planet needed, but still..." Sad laugh. "She was good, Kochak, all of her students did far better than anyone ever expected. But at the end of her first year she lost her entire family and most of the people she knew the Demon-Tornado. That hurt her badly, mentally and emotionally. That summer she met a bastard named Jacob. He romanced her as proper as could be until she allowed him to move in with her. I didn't find this next out till far too late. He began to use her, as a punching bag, as a slave. He abused her every way possible, except sexually. Eventually it got to the point where she withdrew completely from everybody, and she became constantly covered in bruises. By the end of that summer he forced her to quit her teaching job, and that broke whatever resistances she had left. She lost everything she loves that she had left, to him, including her horses. She spent three years with him, trapped in a house no longer hers, he'd made her sign everything over to him. She had no way out until her third winter with him. She was becoming suicidal. But he got arrested for drug possession and she ran to me desperate for a way out of his clutches. I contacted the police and together we got everything of hers out of that place that we could. She moved to a nearby town. But she was completely changed. She was now terrified of large crowds, and even small groups if there was any number of men there. She couldn't even bring herself to return to teaching. That's why I decided to add her to the list. She was now eligible by the rules of course, but I couldn't stand seeing her that way. And when the bastard got out he'd hunt her down. So...." She shrugged.

I had relaxed enough to pull myself off his lap and sit on the couch, my knees clutched to my chest. I even dropped the blanket. For some reason the nudity just didn't bother be, with all the other girls in the room being just as naked. He still kept one of his arms wrapped around my back. I listened to Sorra and Kochak conversing in the ape's strangely beautiful language. Sharon was now sitting cross-legged on the other side of him on the couch.

"So the way she reacted this morning wasn't because of me?" He was looking at me.

"Kochak?"

"I left her asleep this morning, she should have been exhausted enough to sleep till noon. But she was gone when I checked on her a couple hours later. I checked the other rooms, but she was nowhere. You, Lady, know I was afraid that this had happened, a lot of people were unhappy that father won her at the auction. So I stormed back into the room, hoping to find who took her.

She was standing there, wrapped in a towel. For that moment she looked happy-relaxed, like she was glad to be here." He took a long breath.

"She was Turned, Kochak, wasn't she? One night with you, and she had turned. "

"Yes, though I didn't know it yet. When she looked up at me, Sorra, I saw her turn into a terrified, mindless being. She cowered as if she expected me to attack her. I believed it was only because she hadn't turned yet. She yelped when I touched her, but after a few seconds she looked at me. Her eyes were hallow and haunted, like something she'd expected to happen hadn't. And she accepted my embrace. I didn't know what to do with her so I fetched Sharon." He shrugged.

"You should have seen her later, First One, when she found the library. She was so happy she glowed. I don't think it mattered to her that she couldn't read the book. Just getting to look at them was enough. I want to do something for her, maybe just to prove that not all of us are like those other two."

Sorra's face brightened. "Kochak, I laid the bait so that she would be isolated enough to take, so I know the trap used. But I was already out when the Scavenger snatched her. What exactly did she have with her?"

Silence for a moment. "The record stated that she was traveling along a mountain road. They almost lost her when an animal darted in front of her and she drove off a cliff. Her transport was full of boxes, most of them stuffed with books. Why?"

Sorra grinned evilly. "I'll need to see what else she had, but if I was you I would place those books in the library. Either let her find the boxes or surprise her with them, or have Sharon shelve them, or something. But if she's still as book crazy now as she was before Jacob that would be the best thing you could do for her. Damn it, Kochak, if we can keep her turned she's gonna be one hell of a companion, if not a breeder."

Sorra stood and offered her hand to Kanar. "Come my handsome ape, would you escort me to Ship's Storage? He looked at it quizzically and she smiled a teasing grin. "I have been away from her far too long. It's been a while since I've had proper companionship." She all but waggled her eyebrows at him. He stood, his face somewhat bemused. (I found out later that most of the human females would have nothing to do with him, sexually at least. And for one of the Firsts to want him was doubly unusual). He stepped past me and I stood up, touching his arm. He paused and I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. I hugged him then let go. "Thank you for rescuing me." I kissed him on the cheek of his rubbery muzzle. Then sat down blushing at my own boldness. He patted me in the head and followed Sorra out like she was a bit of candy that needed to be caught.

At that time, Sharon stood and hit herself on the head. "Uggg, I forgot. I was supposed to get some fruit from Storage. Come on Naomi, we'll get you a bath, then I've got to have that fruit for dinner." She grabbed my hand and pulled. I followed hesitantly, not sure. Kochak waved me away, and I followed her nervously. I wasn't completely happy, but apparently Kochak had experienced the need to get back on the horse after falling off.

This time we got her fruit without incident, though I sweated from fear the entire time. We returned arms loaded down with bags and Sharon set about making dinner�apparently she loved to cook, since she'd made all our meals�while I cleaned the fruits.

"Sharon are you ok? I don't know what happened after those gorillas took me." She smiled ferociously at me. "I'm fine. I bit my cheek when I landed, but those two didn't do anything to me besides get me out of the way. After they dragged you off one of the other slaves offered to help. I sent her off after Kanar and got Kochak myself. You should have seen him when I told him. I think his fur turned red, he was so angry."

I was silent for a moment. "When they took you from earth, how did they do it? I mean, did you know that they were alien-napping you?"

"Oh, yeah, I knew. And it scared me shitless. I'm not one of those that believed in flying saucers. I was in the middle of my vacation in a very isolated part of France when my car just died. I climbed out of the drivers seat and frowned at the sky in frustration. This wasn't the first time it had died, mind, but the middle of the night was not the best time to break down. When I looked up a giant thing�ship�had parted and come below the clouds. Silly me, I just stared at it instead of running. Then I kinda blacked out and woke up with a collar here at the auction. Being a virgin�I found this out later�I got to be a door prize; last person to bid when I orgasmed won me. Well, you know what I'm talking about. I think I was lucky that Kochak won me. Here, put the fruit in that bowl." She handed me a large metallic bowel. "So, how did they get you?"

"Somewhere in Colorado Rockies. I was...moving to Idaho. I swerved to avoid an elk and my car went over the edge. I think I smashed my head into the steering wheel. I don't really know. When I woke up I first thought I was in a morgue. Then I woke up to a bright blue light. The next time I woke I was being dragged out of that metal box by a giant monster."

We finished making dinner in a companionable silence. I helped her to �set the table' and served dinner. After everyone had eaten their fill both Kochak and Kanar stood. Kochak spoke in a third language�presumably that of the other two girls. I think he told them to please clear the table. Then he gestured to me and Sharon. We left the table, followed by Kanar who was walking with Sorra, who happened to have her body pressed against his.

As we stood at the door, Kochak grabbed a pair of tethers. He fastened one end of each to our collars and wrapped the other ends into the gauntlet on his left wrist. I was about to ask Sharon why we were doing this when I noticed Sorra had grabbed a tether of her own. She fastened it to her collar and held the loose end in her hand swinging it teasingly at Kanar. He took the offered tether carefully, almost as if he expected the offer to be pulled away. The look on his face almost matched the one I saw on Sharon's face when I turned away.

We exited the building, with me placed between Sharon and Kochak. I finally asked what I had started to ask earlier. "Sharon? Why doesn't Kochak bring the other two girls along to wherever we are going?"

She shrugged. "Mostly, I think, because Anura and Cathera prefer to be with each other, in bed and out. So unless they offer, Kochak mostly leaves them alone. But this may have something to do with what happened earlier." I must have looked confused because she continued. "These apes are very protective when it comes to ownership. What those two did earlier would be considered equal to murder and grand theft all rolled together."

"Oh. Then what's with those two?" I waved my hand back at Kanar and Sorra. "You looked shocked when she did what she did."

"That's still a whole possession thing. With Sorra being one of the Firsts�one of the three initial captures�she's basically equal to, maybe even higher status wise than the males of this planet. She's free. That's why she returns to Earth so often. She helps find females for these apes. Now, these leashes are a possession thing. It means that we belong Kochak, and that he thinks other's would break laws to possess us. You could kind of consider it a compliment. But for Sorra to put on a leash means that she chooses to belong to Kanar. That's why he was as surprised as I was."

"Why would he be surprised, though?"

"Because Kanar doesn't have whatever most of this species has that makes them initially irresistible to us females. It's rare, but there are several that way. Law does not allow them to force themselves on unwilling females. He's basically been without since the females died out. Anyone that chooses him want's him for him, rather than because of chemical attraction."

"Oh."

By this time we had arrived at an immense building, one of those that Sharon had told me to steer clear of. Nervously I followed Kochak inside. Most of the inside of the building appeared to be one gigantic circular room. At the far end was a long arched table. Half the seats�about 12�were already occupied. My master led Sharon and I to a large chair which sat to (my) the left of the main table. He sat in the chair and I followed the black girl's lead as she sat down in front of him. I looked around. The room had dozens of windows around the edges, most of which were already occupied with viewers. And noise.

But the noise cut off as I heard the door we'd come through open again. Complete silence accompanied Sorra and Kanar as they walked in. A very few of those at the head table looked unpleasantly angry as ape and human sat themselves down at the head table. As soon as the arced table was full, a side door opened and the two orange aliens were marched out. The were bound with their hands behind their backs and chained to feet which were hobbled. Shorty was walking stiffly, and limping, while Darkfur's face had swollen almost as round as a melon.

I pressed myself against Kochak's leg as they entered, my breath shaking a bit, but I did glare at them. Sharon just glared at them. Kochak's large white paw brushed down my hair.

Since most of the court session was in their language, except for when they questioned me, I'll skip it. But when we got through and judgement was passed, the two orange apes terrified, like they were about to be fed to the lions.

My thought wasn't far off. I asked Sorra later what had the sentence had been. She said that they were to be exiled into the wastes where "scavengers like them belonged."

That night both Sharon and Kochak shared my bed. But it wasn't sexual. I think both knew that I needed comforting more than anything. So we cuddled.

* * *

I woke the next morning, stretched. When I yawned, my jaw on the side that had been hit yesterday twitched. I was a bit sore all over, so I made my into a hot bath. I messed with knobs again, then turned the water on. This time the water came out a dark green, and it smelled like some sort of flower.

With everything, even my jaw, pain free, I climbed out and toweled off. I left the bathing room with my long, damp hair draped around me. I stopped, confused. There was a large, grey box sitting on my bed. I didn't really know what to do about it, but curiosity led me forward to open the box. I laughed incredulously at what was inside. It was my stuff, which I thought long lost in some snow drift back on Earth. Warm, happy tears fell down my face as I slowly unpacked the box. The first to come out was an old picture of the animals, mostly horses, I'd had when I was younger. In the center of the collage was a Gypsy-cob named Satan.

Under the picture was a pile of clothes, including one outfit I'd never yet worn. I'd purchased it a few months ago because I wanted the drape. The majority of it was a cape-like drape, in black, with three increasing draped gem strands. It covered my arms from shoulder to wrist. The rest of it was a strap-contraption which went over the chest to cover the nipples and a belt which sat low on my hips. It had a large ornate buckle and a secondary strap which hung down the front, like a thin loincloth.

I laid it on the bed and pulled out the rest of the box. The stuff went onto tiny shelves made into the walls. I giggled joyously as I reached the bottom. Sitting on the bare grey base was my Monsters, Inc. monster, beads and all. Him I hung in the bathroom.

I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the outfit that lay on the bed. Indecision quarreled in my head until I walked over to the bed and slipped the black outfit on, felling jittery, nervous, and daring all at once. I pulled the strap-thing on first, settling the two sticky-points just under my nipples. Then I settled the belt over my hips. The large pentagonal buckle sat just over my patch of hair and the end of the hanging strap just brushed the floor. The drape slid silkily over my skin, held in place with a circle of elastic on the upper arms.

When I walked out of my room, Kochak and everyone else were sitting in the kitchen, eating a fruit breakfast. Sorra was sitting there, leaning against Kanar. As I walked over to them Sharon and Sorra shared enthusiastic whistles, the look on the two gay-girls were like two cats facing a bowl of cream. And Kochak looked like someone had impacted his skull with an entire tree. I blushed furiously at the cat calls, and spun around in place. The drape floated out behind me and spun gracefully to a stop.

Sorra started laughing. "So that's what all those straps were about. Naomi, I would never have pictured you wearing, much less buying something like that."

I blushed harder. "I bought it for the drape." My arms lifted up, shifting the drape.

"Well, I think it's beautiful. I'll have to keep non-clothes accessories like that in mind if I ever make a return visit to Earth."

Kochak stood and stepped over to me. I bit my lip and looked away from him, but he grasped my fingers with his and used them to lift my chin. He was smiling.

"You are beautiful, my Naomi. Come with me, there is something I wish to show you."

I walked beside him, curious, but quiet. Sharon followed behind us. The white ape led us to the library. He gestured me to enter first, so I stepped into the dark room and waited as the lights brightened. I looked around, wondering what the devil was up. Then I saw to the right of the door was an entire empty shelf. And sitting below that was three large grey boxes full of...books. My books. I knelt in front of the boxes and pulled out a few; The Last Herald Mage, The Plains of Passage, and my autographed hardback of The Silver Wolf. I looked up at him, and Sharon, who was hanging over one of his arms. Tears were flowing down my face. I stood, in just a bit of happy shock. This abduction was actually turning out to be one of the best things to happen to me in a long time. My arms snaked around his waist as I hugged him, wrapping both of us in my black drape. His hand rubbed down my hair for a moment before he pulled himself loose.

"Go sort your books, my pretty one. I must return to my work." He left, and Sharon joined me. She and I spent the next few hours shelving my large collection of books.

End

**tis my first adult story, so tell me what you think....which means you can mail me if ya want.

EDIT 2009: I am grateful to everyone who has read and enjoyed this story, but I will not be adding any more to it. It's been 5 years after all.