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fluttered.
    She tried to ignore her spasming
kegels. It was nothing more than a reaction to the allover stimulus
of being stark naked and denuded of any and all body hair. The
movement of the air was enough to make her feel as if her skin was
being stroked by invisible fingers.
    There was a small door at the back of
the room, she discovered. It opened when she reached it, revealing
a space age bathroom that looked more like a torture chamber than
the room she’d left.
    The toilet, fortunately, wasn’t hard
to figure out. She made use of it and examined the cubicle she
assumed must be a shower of some kind. She was almost ready to give
up when it closed around her. For a space of frantic heartbeats,
fear took over, but then she was bathed in some sort of particles
and light. When it stopped, every inch of her skin seemed to be
covered in a fine powder and then heated air blasted around her and
when it stopped her skin was free of the powder.
    The room felt warmer when she emerged,
but she wasn’t sure if it was or if the hot air had simply warmed
the fear from her bones and flesh.
    She went back into the bedroom and
paced for a while, trying not to think about the manacles and
chains that were everywhere—including on the bed itself.
    She’d been trying to avoid the
announcement their captor had made—that they were toys, to be sold,
and in training.
    It was just too much to take in so
quickly!
    She’d gone searching for Emily and
ended up in an alien spacecraft on her way to a slave market to be
sold as a … sex toy.
    As unavoidable as the truth was when
she was surrounded by the evidence of it, she still couldn’t accept
it.
    Time passed. She didn’t
become any less aware of her state of nakedness. It almost seemed
like she became more aware of it.
    She supposed, if she’d been in the
habit of wandering around naked it wouldn’t have been so …
uncomfortable. But she wasn’t. She was in the habit of drying off
and getting dressed as soon as she finished bathing. She dressed
for bed and slept in night clothing and then changed to day
clothing when she go up. She was naked or partially naked for a few
minutes a day. She found sitting around naked very distressing,
felt more vulnerable even than she had before, but the bed was bare
of any kind of covering. There hadn’t even been a towel to use
after the bath—no surprise she supposed since it didn’t use
water—but a huge disappointment.
    Hours passed. She had a sense of time
even though she had no external clock to watch. After a while, she
sat on the edge of the bunk because she was tired of standing and
pacing. A while after that, she slipped across the narrow bunk and
braced her back against the wall to relieve the stress of holding
herself upright.
    More time passed and then a sliding
sound jerked her to alertness. Instead of the door opening,
however, she saw a drawer had slid into the room. She stared at it
suspiciously for a little while, but then the smell of food finally
wafted to her and her stomach growled.
    She was tempted to ignore it—just on
the principle that she was a captive and didn’t want to take
anything from the bastards.
    But what good would it do her to try
to starve herself? She’d just be weak—er—and easier prey for
them.
    She got up and went to the drawer,
lifting the lid to examine the contents. As she’d guessed, there
was a tray inside and food and what looked like water.
    It might be drugged, but was she
really against the idea of being drugged senseless while they … did
things to her?
    She decided she rather liked that idea
a lot more than being fully conscious.
    Unfortunately, none of it appeared to
be drugged. The food was actually surprisingly good.
    When she’d finished, she put the tray
back and went back to sit on the bunk since there didn’t seem to be
anything else to do. She fell asleep some time after that, but
slept fitfully, too aware of her state of nakedness to climb
completely beneath the blanket of