Someone moved my clothes and I heard a gasp when they lifted my shirt. “Look at this. She has bite marks on her breasts. Those damned animals.”
“How can she condemn us when they have done this to her?”
“She is damaged. She will not get along here and we don’t need any problems.”
“I know, but we are short on females and I for one would not mind having a mate. She is a babe, well once you get past all the bruises and bite marks.”
“You fool, she isn’t worth it. Something is very wrong with her and I swear it seems that she has a touch of the Elite in her.”
“They are sterile, you know.”
“Yeah, no shit, Einstein.”
“So are we voting to cast her out then?”
“Aye.”
“Aye.”
“Aye.”
“No.”
“Aye.”
“Inform the guards that we have elected to have her removed.”
A tear slipped from my paralyzed eye. Rejected again—and this time, by my own people.
TWENTY-ONE
Hands touching me again, lifting my stiff body from the sofa. Aware of their movements, I listened though I could not move a muscle. I wonder if the Doc knew I could still hear them, that I had not lost consciousness. They talked about me as if I had lapsed into a coma. But I am here and they do not want me to be.
“What a shame. We could use her here.”
“No, Mark. She is a liability and I think she is connected to them. She should go back to them.”
“What will they do with her? Do you know? What happens to those poor souls that don’t make it here? I’d hate for anyone to end up in one of those horrible feeder pens.”
My heart raced despite the drug running through my bloodstream.
“Shhh. Shut up. She is reacting to our conversation.”
“Holy shit. See I told you that there is something wrong with her. That shouldn’t happen.”
“Damn Doc did you give her the right dose of your knockout stuff?”
The hands on my shoulder slipped. “Come on put her down here.” Cold hard ground on my back—the brick courtyard. I tried to scream, just make some kind of noise, but nothing worked. I screamed in my mind but they couldn’t hear me. However, John just might be able to.
John help me. The humans are casting me out. They won’t accept me. Help me John.
“That won’t work, human. We are the only ones close enough to hear your thoughts. Save your puny little brain.” The Elite guards snagged my arm and drug me out of the gate. Nothing gentle about it and I knew I’d have more bruises to add to my collection.
“Hey you better be careful with that one. The boss himself brought her just a short while ago.”
“Well should we put her on the truck or not? I don’t want to do anything to piss off Stefan.”
“Better call him and ask.”
Oh hell, they were calling the pig, Stefan. One thing I did know…that call is going to piss him off and piss him off big time—but not at them, at me.
Desperation churned in my gut and I devoted every ounce of my strength to making my unresponsive body come back to life. I had a touch of the Elite, yes I did. Their saliva had entered my body as they sank their fangs and I’d ingested Stefan’s blood and John’s semen. Did it give me the added fortitude to defeat the drug?
My eyelids fluttered open and I saw two broad backs not far away. Elite guards. A few more long moments and I could move my arms, then my legs. The guard ended his call and dropped his cell phone back in his pocket. In slow motion, he pivoted to look at me. I saw the shock in his face before he blanked his features. He didn’t expect me to be looking back at him.
“Well lookie here.” He tapped the other guard on the shoulder and he spun about too. Hard to miss his look of horror when he saw my opened eyes.
“They are never awake when we toss them in the truck.” The guard’s whisper reeked with dismay.
“Oh calm down. She isn’t going on the truck. Stefan himself is coming down.”
The second guard gulped. “Who is this human woman?”
“You wanna ask the boss?”
“No way man. I like my balls attached to my body.” They both laughed.
My eyes widened. They talked about Stefan as if he was a tyrant, the leader of the Mafia or something. He might be a pig, but he was no tyrant. Could there be more than one Elite man named Stefan? I got my answer when I heard his voice come through the speaker mounted on the rock wall above my head.
“Andrei, I’m coming down in a moment. Carry her up to the next level if you would, please. Have Paul help you. The gate will be fine unattended for a few minutes.”
I rolled to my knees, then with my hand on the rough wall, pushed myself to stand.
“I’ll walk on my own, thanks.” Both the guards stood staring at me with their mouths hanging open. Paul recovered first and pressed the button on the speaker.
“Uh, Stefan. She says she will walk on her own.”
“She WHAT?” Uh oh. The pig didn’t sound very happy. I slapped Paul’s hand out of the way and jabbed my finger on the button.
“I’ll walk on my own, Stefan. Where do you want me to go?”
“Damn, Sandy. You are nothing if not tenacious. Just follow the long hallway and I’ll meet you at the elevator.”
I started down the tunnel, dragging my feet. “What, no escort?” I tossed my smart-ass comment over my shoulder as I trudged away.
“There’s nowhere for you to go, but here or there.” I suppose I deserved that flippant answer. I restrained the hand signal that I wanted to shoot them.
As promised, Stefan met me at the elevator. He stood there with his arms crossed in front of his massive chest, tapping his foot. I wanted to shrink into a grain of sand and blow away, but I had to face the wrath of King Pig.
His eyebrow arched, he glared down at me as I cowered before him. “Just what in hell am I supposed to do with you? I can’t kill you, or John will never forgive me. I can’t put you with my human herd, because they won’t have you. Letting you leave is not an option. My only alternative is to keep you with us. It will be pure hell.”
He finished his tirade, his burning eyes boring holes into my face… I had no idea what he expected me to say but as always when I gazed into his gorgeous face, my loins came alive, warming, pulsing with need.
I stepped closer to him and touched his zipper. His cock twitched and through his thin slacks, I wrapped my fingers around it.
“Will it be pure hell, Stefan?”
His penis hardened, little by little, as I massaged him. He put his hand on top of mine, then drew my fingers to his lips, kissing them. “Maybe not pure hell.” Stefan pulled me into the elevator and we stood in silence as the doors slid closed.
“Okay Sandy, if you’ll be living with us for the rest of your life, there will be rules…”
I hummed a little tune in my head, ignoring his rules, as I would—for the rest of my dazzling life.
The End.
About the Author Samantha Stone
Samantha is a mysterious creature, hiding in the shadows, tapping out her erotic tales. She falls in love with her characters and they take on a life of their own in the pages of her novels or short stories.
Sam adores handcuffs and the men that carry them. Police officers and fire fighters are her heroes and she includes them in all of her steamy stories.
Samantha has a short story titled Fighting Fire With Fire in the L&L Dreamspell anthology, Sleeping With the Undead, available now.
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