Taking Tilly Read Free

feet wide.
    He was wearing something that made
Tilly think ‘uniform’ even though it didn’t look like any uniform
she’d ever seen. The being wearing the uniform looked human and
male and actually rather handsome, she thought in a detached sort
of way, but exotic and not like anyone belonging to any race she
was familiar with.
    It was a comfort that he looked so
human-like, though. She thought she might have died of fright
otherwise.
    He glared at the gaping women and
abruptly clapped his hands together and took a step toward them.
“Come!”
    As one the women screamed and raced
toward the far side of the room.
    He pointed at the door.
    They looked bug-eyed at the door, but
they didn’t move. They remained huddled in a pile as far from him
as they could get.
    He produced a whip, unfurled it and
popped it against the floor.
    The women screamed as one and ran to
the other side of the room.
    “ Out!” he bellowed,
popping the whip again.
    Ignoring the door, they ran to the
opposite side of the room.
    A second giant appeared in the
doorway.
    Screaming at the new threat, the women
split up and began to run in every direction—except through the
doorway.
    Neither man was pleased with the idea
of chasing them. The second produced a whip and between the two
they herded the women through the doorway by popping the stragglers
with the tips of the whips, transmuting the screams of terror to
screams of pain.
    Tilly discovered when she burst
through the doorway in a desperate attempt to avoid the whip that
there was yet another giant alien standing guard in the corridor to
make certain the women were driven in the right direction. They
were chased into a large room so far down the curving corridor that
Tilly was weak and faint from running by the time she reached it
and holding her side against a pain that had developed
there.
    She didn’t think it was altogether the
distance, though.
    It had become clear that the gravity
she was feeling was stronger than the gravity she was accustomed
to.
    The women had been corralled into a
corner by two other alien giants by the time she got there. The
three who’d herded them appeared in the door directly behind the
last few stragglers. Instead of herding them toward the group,
however, each grabbed a woman and dragged her toward waiting
gurneys. When they fought like wildcats, the men simply pressed
something to their necks that looked like a taser or a small pistol
of some kind, zapped them, and the women wilted to the
floor.
    Lifting the now completely limp women,
they settled them on the gurneys, fastened them to the table with
straps around their wrists and ankles and then stepped back to some
sort of control console. A bubble of some kind formed around the
women. Different colored lights began to track up and down their
bodies.
    Their clothing was vaporized—simply
vanished—right down to bare skin. Then the smell of burning hair
began to filter through the room and she saw the pubic bush of the
woman closest to her vanish as her clothing had.
    Her kegels spasmed
uneasily.
    Her bowels threatened immediate
evacuation.
    Flicking a look at the woman’s face,
she discovered the woman had regained consciousness at some
point.
    She didn’t seem to feel any pain. She
looked … confused and disoriented at first and then fearful when
she discovered she couldn’t move.
    The bubble vanished and the manacles
released.
    “ Up. Go stand there,” the
man attending her said, pointing to a corner opposite the women who
hadn’t been processed.
    Turning without bothering to see if
she’d obeyed, the man strode toward them. She recognized him as the
one who’d first entered their cell.
    Their gazes locked.
    She was deeply regretful she’d allowed
it because he grabbed her and hauled her across the
room.
    It took all she could do not to fight
like the other woman had, but, then again, it hadn’t helped her at
all.
    There didn’t seem to be any sense in
fighting when it wasn’t going to do