His Naughty Little Mate

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Author: Sue Lyndon
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attention, and Carmen froze over the stern woman’s lap, unable to move as she stared up at the new visitor who’d showed up just in time to witness her humiliation.
    Erik stood in front of her, tall and perfectly healthy looking, wearing a pair of dark slacks and a simple white tunic. He folded his arms across his chest and his lips curled with amusement. The same male alien who’d delivered her tray stood at his side, only a few inches taller than the smirking human man.
    “Don’t just stand there, you bastard! Help me!” she yelled at Erik.
    Blue continued to thrash her bare bottom, even swatting the tops of her thighs. Frustratingly, the woman’s strength surpassed hers, and Carmen had no choice but to accept her punishment.
    Erik’s amusement deepened, a smug smile breaking across his face. “Judging by the food covering your nurse’s face, I’d say you richly deserve the spanking you’re getting, Carmen. Looks to me like you’ve been a very naughty little girl.”

Chapter Two
     
     
    Blue tugged Carmen’s diaper back into place and stood her up, giving her a censuring look. Food still covered the alien’s face, and a smidge of guilt nagged at Carmen as she surveyed the mess she’d made on the table. She’d been angry. Was still angry. She stared from Blue to Erik to the male alien, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her whole.
    After another tense moment, Blue and the male alien, Blondie, began cleaning up the splattered food. She backed away from the mess and stiffened when Erik approached, leading her toward the crib.
    “I see you’re up to your old tricks.” He smirked at her, and she resisted the urge to push him into the crib. How the hell could he joke around at a time like this?
    “Where are we?” she hissed, glancing at the aliens and keeping her voice low.
    “In a galaxy far, far away.” He chuckled as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
    She jerked away from his hand. “I’m serious, Erik. I just woke up a few minutes ago. Have any of them talked to you?”
    Shaking his head, he placed his hands on her shoulders. His expression gentled and she calmed under his touch. “I’ve been awake for a few hours. None of them have spoken to me. In fact, I haven’t overheard them speaking to each other, yet they seem to be a highly intelligent species, judging by our surroundings. I’ve seen high tech ships in the sky and they used some pretty crazy-looking instruments to give me a medical examination earlier. Anyway, I’m guessing they are telepaths.”
    A shiver rippled down her back, and excitement clenched her pussy as she recalled her own medical examination. She was starting to remember more and more of it, particularly the part where they spread her pussy lips wide and inserted some sort of cool device that despite its chilled temperature had only made her hotter. They’d inspected her breasts, tweaking her nipples until her center became wet from the constant tugging and pinching. Her bottom hole had been penetrated by something the size of a finger, and whatever it was had been lubricated, because it had been twisted around in her hole for several long moments as she gasped and panted on the hospital-like bed. Her physical reaction to being violated shamed her, and she hoped Erik didn’t notice her face flushing. Finally, she regained her senses and asked, “If they are telepaths, why can’t we hear them in our heads?”
    He squeezed her shoulders. “I don’t know, but I want you to promise me you’ll calm down. No more temper tantrums. So far they haven’t harmed me. If anything, they seem to be studying me, and I anticipate they’ll try to study you too. I’ve spent the last hour taking what I believe are intelligence tests. At one point they gave me a drawing instrument, and after I drew a picture of you, Spike brought me here.”
    “Spike?”
    “The male alien. His hair is short, but it sticks straight up.”
    Carmen couldn’t help but smile at the

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