Hostage Brides of the Overlords: Part 4: (Futuristic Sci Fi Erotica) Read Free Page B

could. Her voice was nearly shaking with anger.
    "Last chance."
    Clara stayed in her place. "Come on in," she said.
    "Okay, you asked for it."
    She stood waiting. There was no more sound. Eventually she sat down on the bed. They'd gone. They'd gone, and she was stuck without food. Only then did she realize how hungry she was. She ate in the evening before getting nailed by the five bigs, and not since then. How long ago was that? A full day? Longer? And how long until they came around to deliver food again?
    The water from the tap seem ed fine. She took a long drink, ducking her head under the tap to catch the stream in her mouth, gulping and gulping until her belly was full. Then she lay back down on the hard cot and continued playing out her violent fantasies, hoping sleep would come and take her away for a while.
    She slept, but only a little. Time stretched on painfully, always the same. Same light bulb, same grey walls. No rescue. No Sean. How much time was passing in there? She grew hungrier and hungrier, desperate. She began testing herself, asking herself when her hunger would outweigh her anger. She imagined a scale, with her anger a pile of stones on one side, her hunger on the other. If Able Jones appeared before her now, would she attack, or plead for food? If he teased her with food, would she beg for forgiveness, or try to poke out his eyes?
    No matter what happened, she hoped she would be able to maintain a shred of dignity. Or at least defiance.
    Unable to measure time, she didn't know if it was six, twelve, or twenty-four hours that passed before the next knock came, with the same instructions to lie down on the bed, face down, hands behind her head. This time she complied.
    The door unlocked , opened, deposited a tray, and then slammed shut in the space of a few seconds. Clara looked over. The tray had a thin sandwich on white bread, a small bowl of baby carrots and cherry tomatoes, and a half-liter carton of imitation milk. She rushed for it, quickly crunching up the vegetables before devouring the sandwich. It was made with a grey protein paste that had a flavor obviously attempting to imitate meat. She had always avoided it in the cafeteria line, but now she happily stuffed it down her throat, followed by the chalky white fake milk.
    She belched and suddenly felt ashamed of herself, although she wasn't sure why. She returned to her cot and lay down. This time sleep came and carried her away.
    The food trays arrived twice more, always with the same simple meal. Clara could only guess at the time separation, but she supposed it was something like eight or twelve hours. She supposed the limited food was meant to rob you of strength to resist, but not so limited that it would cause harm. After all, there was no point in keeping her alive at all if they were going to reduce her ability to conceive.
    Eventually the instruction came to lie down on the bed, and she complied as usual. This time the door opened wide. She peaked and saw there were several littles there. The first one held long spear tipped with a needle. The second held a dart gun. So did the third. One of them shouted to her. "We're going to handcuff you. Will you cooperate?"
    "What's happening?" she asked.
    "You're being transferred back to your ward."
    "I'll cooperate."
    With the two dart gun littles and the spear little keeping her covered, another little came in and handcuffed her behind the back, then applied ankle chains. "Get up," he instructed when she was manacled.
    They led her down the familiar long corridors until at last she arrived back at the ward that had been her home for the last few months. They delivered her back to her own room, removed the chains, and then left her, locking the door securely behind them.
    ***
    The next morning her door was unlocked and two orderlies entered. There was a male and a female little. The female was familiar. She'd been administering pregnancy tests to Clara since the first time she'd been fucked by