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breath and waited for Cath’s answer.
    Cath studied the male, her eyes narrowed with hatred. But Annie could hear the wheels grinding in Cath’s head. If the slave allowed Annie to have sex with him, it meant he could be broken. And if she broke him he could be trained and that would bring her lots of money when she stuck him into the brothel.
    Before Cath could give an answer, the male slave suddenly slumped over, unconscious.
    The women were thrilled. Their excited shrieks filled the air and they quickly crowded over his prone figure, groping his genitals.
    Annie’s heart climbed into her throat at the sight. She couldn’t blame them. A big sized male was virtually non-existent these days.
    Shooing away the women, she crouched beside him and placed a couple of fingers to his neck. Her stomach did a little nauseating flip at what she discovered.
    “Pulse is slow. He’s burning up with a fever. I’ll have to move him immediately, Cath. He might have blood poisoning.”
    “Shit!” Cath shouted. “There goes my perfect record.”
    “I’ll keep him off the records…if he lives.”
     
    * * * * *
    Joe kept his eyes closed and clenched his jaw as a soft hand moved seductively over his bare chest. Her touch felt good. Real good.
    He wanted to open his eyes. To look into the face of the woman who touched him so gently. But he was afraid he might be dreaming. And he didn’t want this dream to end.
    Her hand moved lower. Over his belly.
    He shuddered involuntarily as her warm fingers cupped his balls, lifting them, testing their weight.
    Her gentle fingers let go and moved to his flaccid penis. They wrapped around his shaft and squeezed tenderly.
    Blood pooled into his groin area. His penis jerked to attention and grew hard as if he were readying himself to plunge into her hot pussy.
    A small startled gasp made him open his eyes. He blinked in confusion as a room he’d never seen before rolled into focus. A sterile, white room. And it sure as hell wasn’t a room in his spaceship.
    What the hell was going on? Where was he?
    In an instant the memories hit him like a body blow.
    Shit!
    After a year in hyperspace, he and his two brothers had finally landed on the planet they’d been sent to explore.
    An unmanned space probe had discovered the planet a couple of years ago. Before losing contact with NASA, the probe had sent back sporadic and disturbing images.
    Disturbing in the fact this newly discovered planet resembled the terrain and atmosphere of Earth, including an orbiting moon as well as various types of space junk. Space junk that indicated intelligent life existed or had existed at one point in time.
    Because Joe and his two scientist astronaut brothers had been involved with helping to invent hyperspace travel, NASA had asked if they might be interested in the top-secret mission.
    All three had readily agreed to participate, including agreeing to not make physical contact with any potential inhabitants and on the off chance they did, not to ask questions to arouse their curiosity. It was one of NASA’s prime directives not to interfere with another race or let them know they were being studied until such a time as it was deemed the inhabitants were friendly enough to secure some type of diplomatic relations.
    The three of them hadn’t been on the planet for more than a week when his two brothers hadn’t come back from a day of exploring. Efforts to contact them on the comm-link had failed.
    When they still hadn’t returned by the next morning, impatience had spurred him to go looking for them. He’d searched all day throughout the area where they were supposed to have been and hadn’t found so much as a footprint.
    Exhausted, hot, worried, and totally pissed off at not finding them, he’d heaved a sigh of relief when he’d spotted the gushing blue river. Within minutes he’d stripped, thrown his clothing and equipment into some nearby bushes, and plunged into the refreshing water.
    The cool liquid had