The Love Slaves

When I came too it was raining, my sheet and body soaked already, and I was leaning against a tree. How long I was out, I didn’t know, and I was shivering in cold and pain, my joints stiff-a side-affect of the teleportation I guessed. Mention of the teleport sent memories of what happened flooding back, I couldn’t believe it, I couldn’t move. Doc was dead! He was killed saving me from the Toooilan! How could I face Arthur? God, what was I going to tell Shanna and their son!

I started to sob uncontrollably. As my crying died down I felt myself blacking out, and was helpless to stop it.

The next time I awoke the sky was darker and it was still drizzling. I looked around myself and recognized the woods I had played in as a child, near to my home. I also remembered there was a rocky cave nearby, one I could shelter in from the rain.

Once, long ago, when I was only six I had been caught in the worse storm I ever remembered. I had found the cave and curled up inside. A warm breeze from deeper down the earth had been blowing inside. When mother and Julius had found me I had been wet, exhausted and covered in cuts and bruises, but the breeze had kept away the chill.

Struggling to my feet, my joints protesting, I slowly made my way through the rain, leaning on the trees as I walked, heading deeper inside, naked but my sheet which I clutched around me. By the time I reached the cave my feet were cut and bruised, but I didn’t care, I curled up in the warmest corner, shivering until I feel into an exhausted sleep.

When I awoke I heard a dog barking excitedly and faint voices.
It was Pup.

How could I not know that dog’s bark? That was MY German Shepherd, I had raised him since I was young and Julius gave him to me as a birthday present and helped me teach and train him. But what was he doing out in the rain? By now the barking was at the base of the cave, loud, excited and insistent. He sensed something he liked. “Must be a female nearby" I thought distantly.

The voices were closer, and I recognized all three.
“What the f@#* are you doing, you dumb mutt?” said the first.
“Where has he gone now?” asked the second.
“Near the caves, J.S.” said the third.

J.S. could only be one person and I shuddered at the thought of him seeing me like this, naked but for a sheet of strange material. I heard the barking get closer and realized that the dog was climbing the rocks to the cave, and I huddled deeper into the sheet.

I heard cursing and realized that Julius was following him, not far behind and careful of every step. Julius never swore and I realized my kidnapping must have been stretching his emotions thin, not knowing what had happened to me, if I was alive and safe or dead.

Well he’d soon find out.

I huddled down deeper in the wet sheet, trying to hide myself in it and heard Pup come towards me. At first he sniffed around me, confused by the mixed human and alien scents on the sheet from Arthur and me, trying to see who was under it, then he suddenly found what he wanted and gave a happy yap, trying to lick me to show me how relieved he was at finding me.

But I wouldn’t let him, huddling deeper and shuddering in fear at Julius finding me like this, what would he think of me, huddled naked but for a strange silver sheet of unknown material in a cave? My eyes red from sobbing so much and my feet bruised and bloody?


“He’d think you’d escaped someone who raped you” my consciousness squeaked, but I ignored it. The happy yelps became whines of concern as the dog realized something was wrong with me, when I didn’t greet him, and after briefly trying to lick my face he went back to the entrance to lead Julius to me.

A few minutes later the voice was across from me “Pup what are you...” he faded off as he saw me “My god!” and ran to me. I felt his gentle hands on my shoulders, trying to turn me over to see who I was, but I struggled against him.

So instead he grabbed the top of the sheet and before I could stop him he had yanked it down off my head. My hair was shorter than he remembered, soaked and plastered to my face, my eyes were wider and red, skin pale.

He stared at me mutely in shock while I stared at him blankly. His short black hair and eyelashes were soaked from the rain outside, clothes of leather shinning with beads of moister. “Lisa” he whispered gently in disbelief and the sound of his accented voice stirred old feelings inside of me.

“Arthur” A small voice in my head reminded me.
“Doc” a second countered.

I looked away from him, how could I tell him, how could I tell any of them that I had caused someone’s death as if I had myself had killed them. No, I couldn’t tell him, or anyone else. “Mistress Lisa?” he queried, worried, the relief and excitement becoming deep worry and concern. I couldn’t look at him, so blinked blankly at the wall.

He reached out to touch me, to draw me into his arms, hoping his nearness and familiarity would bring me out. But I couldn’t, I couldn’t let him be there for me like I wasn’t for Doc, so I cried “Noooo!” and shrank from him. I was shuddering in horror and terror, terror that if he did I would break and tell him everything, that the memories of waking from nightmares to his gentle strength and comfort would cause me to weaken.

“Wha...” he started, drawing back in confusion and then as he fully realized I was naked he thought he knew why “Oh my god. I’m so sorry mistress, so sorry. I didn’t know, I should have guessed. I should have helped you.”

“Helped me?” I thought in hazy confusion, looking at him “What did he mean?” And I was suddenly stunned by tears in his eyes and running down his cheeks, not rain but tears. Why was he crying? He told me why, his tears coming faster as he spoke “When that light came I wasn’t frozen as you were. I saw a figure grab you, I heard you call my name with such fear...”

“So that was it” I thought He just seized up. He could have helped me, but didn’t.”
“No” my conscious argued this “the Toooilan who grabbed me was probably armed. He would have only got himself killed for nothing. He wouldn’t have been able to prevent me being taken and I wouldn’t have forgiven him if I returned and he was dead.” Julius was about to go on when a voice outside called loudly over the rain “J.S. what is it? What did Pup find?”

“It’s Mistress Lisa” he called back and I head one gasp.

He looked back at me and held a hand out slowly to me “will you trust me now like you once did, Mistress? I swear to you no harm would come to you in any way now. Let me protect you. Let me take you down to the house where your mother and sister are. Everyone has been worried and frantic since you were taken. They will be overjoyed that you have returned and are alive, however and why ever.”

To show him I didn’t blame him I took his hand. He pulled me up to my feet and then picked me up in his strong arms before my legs could give out. Briefly I noticed his wince of pain and felt him shift my weight to his right side and I wondered what was wrong. I heard a cautious call from one of the men outside and Julius called back “Juno, get the tarmac from the truck and bring it here. Gareth see how close you can bring the truck.”

“Right!” the chorused and left.

While they were gone I had a flash of memory, something unfamiliar, something I couldn’t remember ever feeling before. Arthur carrying me just like this down a corridor in his ship, other Valorians around him, trying to persuade him to give me to them, because he was weak; exhausted. But he wouldn’t give me up until we reached my room, gently putting me down, seeing his eyes and the concern and open love in his face, hearing him gently speak my name before my eyes clouded over.


It must have happened just after we were rescued, I must have come too briefly and didn’t remember it until something familiar brought it back. The memory brought back my yearnings and need for Arthur, oh god I wished he was here. I didn’t realize I had spoken his name out loud, my yearning in my voice, until Julius looked down at me in concern “Mistress?”

I didn’t answer, just half-closed my eyes, trying not to think or look like I knew what was going on.

If he thought I wasn’t in shock he’d want his questions answered. A few minutes later Juno Cappinelli appeared in the cave entrance, a large blue plastic tarmac in his hands. At Julius’ instructions he spread the sheet over us both, sheltering us from the rain while Pup lead us down an easier path from the cave.

I was then sat in the ute’s cabin between Juno who drove and Julius who held me and rocked me, making soothing noises while I sobbed again which only made it worse for it reminded me of Arthur. The grounds-man drove into the garage connected to the main house, using the servant’s entrance to carry me inside.

The first of my family we encountered was Robert, my sister Bonnie’s fiancee, and one of my childhood best friends, before Bonnie fell in love with him and separated us. He was just happening to come out of the lounge room when he happened to glance our way and see us. His eyes widened nearly all the way and he rushed towards us, seeing my blank expression, all I could do not to exclaim his name and dissolve into hysterical sobs in his arms.

“My god, Lisa!” I shrank from him, sucking in breath sharply in fear and Julius stopped him from coming any closer “Wait! No closer. She’s going into shock and I think she’s been raped.” Robert stopped, slowly turned his head and called “Bonnie. Bonnie come here for a minute.”

“Why?” she called back.


Just do it!” he snapped, quickly calming when he saw my fear “Julius found something you definitely was to see.” There was no reply but I heard footsteps heading for us. My sister Bonnie appeared and saw me, her face braking out in mixed emotions she couldn’t express. She exclaimed my name and started forward, but Robert grabbed her and said softly “wait.”

“What do you mean wait! I....”
“Look at her reaction, Bonnie.” After seeing my fear she stopped and asked him “why’s she like that?”

“Julius found her like that and thinks she’s been raped. If you don’t move quickly she’ll be right for now and the less people around her, the calmer she’ll be. We’re gonna have to be extra careful with her.”

“Then why’s she letting Julius touch her?” Bonnie protested and Julius spoke out himself. “I found her with Pup. Maybe she remembers him and trusts whoever’s with him. Or maybe through her shock she remembers me and how she trusts me.”

“Or maybe because you haven’t made any sudden or fast movements around her yet. You’re being careful and gentle and she realizes that. If you don’t move fast she can anticipate any movement and move away if it’s something she didn’t want.”
Julius nodded and changed the subject “where’s your mother, mistress Bonnie?”

“In town checking with the police for any clues, any news on the search” she suddenly realized something “we’re gonna have to call the police and tell them we found her and where.”

“Not yet” Julius said softly and when they looked at him he continued softly “if you tell them she’s here they’ll come around and want to examine and question her. If YOU scare her, THEY’LL make her hysterical.”

“You’re right” Robert said softly “What do we do then?”

“Bonnie, call the local station and tell your mother to come back, that it’s an emergency but don’t say why. Robert, go to her room and put rugs and blankets on her bed and close the curtains and set up a heater, make the room as warm as possible. Juno, go to the bathroom and run a hot bath, the way she likes it, then grab the first-aid kit. Bonnie when you’ve called your mother meet me at the bathroom and Robert call Doctor Sanderson when you’ve finished with her room.”

The yardman, my sister and Robert all nodded and moved away to do their jobs and I felt a wave of fear at the mention of the Doctor. What if he discovered my change, or worse still, saw the puncture marks on my arms. The marks to me symbolized Arthur’s love, but to them would mean I was drugged, and he would take blood sample to see what drug and discover my changing state. Then I would either become a freak or experiment. I would be taken away for more tests.

I couldn’t let that happen, I had to stay here so Arthur could find me and take me home with him, until then I had to ‘sit tight’ and wait. As I was carried upstairs to the bathroom, I shuddered at the thought of Julius seeing me naked. What would he think?

I suddenly was confused, why was I worried about Julius seeing me naked after everything I had been through? ESPECIALLY since Julius had been so important to my life as I was growing up. In fact, this man had helped raise Bonnie and I since we were young, he had seen me naked before plenty of times. He had bathed me when I was young, dressed and cared for me and Bonnie, even put us to bed of a night and my clearest memory of us was sitting in front of the bedroom mirror while he slowly brushed my hair, his big hands gentle and soft as he ran the brush through again and again, flicking upwards at the bottom with an expert twist of his wrist.

I realized it was BECAUSE of what I had been through that made me scared at the thought of him seeing me naked. Although I knew Julius would NEVER take advantage of me the fear was there, the last human man to see me naked used me, I didn’t think of Doc as human, but like Arthur, but also like me as well.

Doc. I drew into Julius arms deeper, trying to hide from the memory and the guilt that I had caused his death, the death of a close friend and ‘brother’. “Mistress Lisa” Julius was frowning down at me, having felt and sensed my withdrawal. “Mistress Lisa don’t leave us, stay with us. We all need you.”


“The last person who needed me” I thought “Is dead. I can’t be that again. I can’t be someone’s loved one again.” And I drew deeper in his arms, deeper away from what was going on around me. “No mistress Lisa” Julius said to me, panic in his voice. “Stay with us. Don’t give in to the shock, please. We need you now and we need to know what happened to you and how you came to be in the cave of all places, who this Arthur is and so many other answers to our questions. Please stay with us.”

I shuddered at the though of their expressions when I told them of the lust and sex I had been through, of what they would think of me for lusting like that. How could I possibly tell them about that? As if anticipating my thoughts Julius said thickly “nothing you have done or been forced to do could make us care less about you, mistress Lisa. But if you leave us, if you give in to the shock, we will be disappointed and upset.”

I couldn’t speak or decide what to do.

We reached the bathroom and Julius jingled me a little so he could open the door. The soothing warmth of the heated water was inviting to me, but Bonnie standing in the room, waiting for us stopped me from relaxing or considering opening up to the idea of a nice long hot bath. Julius put me down in front of Bonnie and turned to go. “Wait!’ she said quickly “where are you going? I can’t do this myself.”

“If she’s been raped, Mistress Bonnie, she won’t want me to see her naked, no matter who I am.”
“But I....”

“No, Mistress Bonnie. You know I’m right.” She nodded grudgingly, “But how am I going to do this alone? I can’t handle her alone, she’s too heavily and I can’t lift her by my self. I need your help, Jules.”

“I can’t, mistress. If I touch her while she’s naked it’ll either cause her to draw deeper into shock or make her hysterical. Either way we’ll loose her more than we already have. We need someone she feels safe with, woman like you mistress.”

“And mother” Bonnie realized something “what about mother? What if we waited until she got back to help me?” But Julius shook his head at this “She’s cold, wet and freezing mistress Bonnie. If she stays this way much longer she’ll get sick.”

I frowned mentally, could I get sick? I could feel Arthur’s energy and love inside me, changing me a little at a time, and I remembered Doc telling me it would take less than a month to complete my change into a part Valori. Would I do it here? What would happen if I changed fully here instead of with Arthur-where he could teach me and show me how to control what I was going to become? How would I handle what I was becoming alone? Especially since I didn’t KNOW fully what I was becoming. I clutched the sheet closer around me and shook in fear and cold.

What would happen to me? How would I be able to tell the difference between something that was suppose to happen during the change and something not? Doc and Arthur were supposed to guide me through it step by step. I had agreed because I loved Arthur and even Doc and I had wanted to be with them, like them. I had thought that I would be with them all the way, protected and cared for.

I had imagined laying sheltered and loved in Arthur’s arms during my change, Doc sitting beside me on the bed. His gentle and smooth voice would sooth me by telling me stories about he and Shanna and their son, their life together and when HE had gone through this. Arthur would promise me many children and tell me how strong and noble each would be and how proud they would make us, that we would never be separated, both from each other and from our future children.

But now Doc was dead, killed by the Toooilan while protecting me and Arthur had no idea where I was. I would become like him, his link-mate and wife and he wouldn’t know! What was I to do? I suddenly noticed Jules was gone as Bonnie took my shoulders and guided me towards to bath.

When she tried to take the sheet from me I screamed and fought her hysterically. Bonnie tried alone then, saying gently as she did “it’s all right Lisa, it’s Bonnie your sister, remember? Let me take this thing so I can warm you up and dry you off.” But I refused to let her. It was the only material thing I had left from Arthur and Doc and I didn’t want her to have it. This sheet was my only connection to Arthur and the happy night we had together and I felt while I had it I would be fine. If she took it from me I would get hysterical-couldn’t she see that?

“Please give it to me Lisa. It’s soaked through and you need to get dry or you’ll get sick.” I still refused for in my mind this sheet was mine, not hers. She wanted it for herself and I didn’t want her to have it. She would have to kill me first because I would fight her with every ounce of strength, she would NOT touch it while I lived.

She tried forcing my hands from it and I fought her, her gently telling me if I didn’t let go and let her take it to be dried then she would have to call for the men and help but I wouldn’t listen for it was MY sheet, MINE and she was trying to take it from me! It was like she had the thin cord that linked it to my brain and was trying to pull it away, trying to break the thread from it’s link! I started to scream as she did until she suddenly stopped, but only because there was a sudden knock on the door.

She got up and left me as I curled up on the floor, sheet pulled around me tightly and shivering in cold and wet but not wanting to let the sheet be taken from me. I heard her talking and explaining to the others what had happened and Robert, the so-called genius to do with rape and theories about the such spoke “well either she doesn’t want you to see her naked-even though you’re a woman or that sheet is important to her for some reason other than a cover, a deeper reason.

“Like what?” she asked him in suspicion. “Well she’s been gone for almost eight months right? Well I doubt she was raped for that entire time.” He looked thoughtful “what if someone rescued her and sent her home, giving her that to cover herself. She either keeps it as a reminder of her rescuer or because you cares for the person who helped her.”

I couldn’t believe it, he had it almost exactly right! “Then how do we get it from her? I mean look at her, she’s freezing but determined not to let us have it. When I try and take it she fights me and gets hysterical.”

“Only one thing for it, Doctor Sanderson just arrived, he’ll have to give her something to make her sleep so we can warm her up and dry her off.”

“I’ll get him” Jules volunteered and I heard his hurried steps as he ran downstairs.

A few seconds later a middle aged man with the same gentle manner as my Doc knelt in front of me. I looked up at him and before I could help it I had said “Doc?” in front of them all. Once the word had slipped out I realized they would want an answer too who I was talking about but they only frowned at me for now.

“Lisa remember me, Doctor Sanderson your family’s doctor? I helped deliver you and your sister. I’m going to give you a mild sedative to make you sleep and heal all right? Then when you wake up you’ll be nice and warm in bed. I’ll be gentle just give me your wrist.” As he reached out to gently guide my right wrist to him I was unable to help looking down at his hands on my arms and stutter out again “Doc?”

“That’s the second time she’s said that name” Robert said with a frown “who is she talking about? Not the Doctor, she’s always called him Sandy since she could talk.”

“Maybe I remind her of someone” The Doctor said as he froze gripping my wrists “the one you claimed saved her from those who raped her? The owner of the sheet perhaps.”

“We didn’t claim it” Robert said to him “SHE did. But Jules said she also said someone else’s name, an Arthur. Who could that be?”

“We will have to ask her after she comes out of shock” Jules spoke out “right now getting her warm and dry is all that matters.” The others nodded and as the Doctor pulled my arms closer towards him I tried to back up quickly and away from him. He couldn’t see my arms! If he saw the marks left from Doc and Arthur’s tubes he’d either think I was a druggie or that someone was using me-drugging me. Either way they’d give me blood tests and all manner of other things and then discover my changing body and I’d become either a freak or some sort of science and medical experiment!

I cried out in fear of him and moved away, pulling my sheet around me tight to hide my body and arms inside, thinking to him “NO! If you see you’ll take me away and hide me somewhere where Arthur will never find me and I’ll be a freak for the rest of my life! Stay away! Don’t touch me or see!”

Before I knew it Jules and Robert were holding me while the Doctor grabbed my wrists and gently but firmly pulled them out of the cover so he could look. “My god” he gasped and the others craned to see where he was looking and gasped as well. There on the flesh under my wrists were numerous marks that to them were definitely puncture marks but to me were the marks of Arthur’s love for me and Doc’s friendship. I tried saying Doc again to tell them a friend caused it not a bad guy but they ignored this, more interested in the marks.

“Where did they come from?” Robert asked and the Doctor said softly “they could only have come from one place, needles which explains her clouded state. Someone has been drugging her. I’d like to take a blood sample if I may to find out what they’ve been using on her.”

“NOOO!” I screamed and with strength that must have come from my change I burst free of their grips and ran from the room with the sheet clutched about me, straight to the attic where I climbed into a trunk where I had hidden as a child when my father had been in a particular mood, especially whenever I disturbed his little affairs.

As I expected Jules and Bonnie came to me as HE had always done in the past when I hid there anytime after wards, it had always been either he or Bonnie who came for me for they were the only ones ever to convince me out and Bonnie had always been the one to protect me from our father since she had inherited his temper.

The fights those two had had before he left, even I had been afraid they’d end up killing each other one day and the sight of Bonnie standing by the gate when he had left was so strange. Instead of calling after him or crying like a girl that age would when their father leaves them for good she had thrown curse words and insults at him, just to show how glad she was he was leaving. They saw me shaking in cold in the deep trunk and Bonnie said in relief “god Lisa you scared us so much! Please come out of that!” I looked up at them with pleading eyes and mind “don’t let him near me, please!”

“All right if it would make you feel better we’ll send the Doctor home and take care of you ourselves. Just come out of there, please.”

“Promise?” they said and she nodded “I promise you. Trust me, please?” Slowly I climbed out and shivering in cold and fear let them lead me back to the bathroom. To my sudden surprise Jules had an idea as what to do about the bath “She wouldn’t want me to see her naked, but what if we put that sheet she has over the tub? That way she’d stay hidden but you could wash her.”

Ingenious! How did he think of that? Somehow he had though of a solution to both getting me into the bath with him there and being able to keep the sheet with me. The cloth represented the memory of those nights of love I had spent with my Arthur, my friendship with Doc and my freedom. It meant the possibility of a normal life with the man I loved. If they tried to take it from me I wouldn’t be able to handle it, I’d get hysterical or go into real shock. It would be like they were trying to rip the memory from me to take the sheet from me. But he must have known that. Between the two of them they guided me to my feet and towards the tub, sheet clutched to my front and butt. But the minute my right foot touched the hot water I recoiled. My skin was so sensitive and my sense of touch was so high! Another change?

Then I remembered that my eyesight had been better on the ship so it was only logical my other senses were better as well. And that night with Arthur HAD seemed so intense. Of course it had been, all my senses were enhanced. “It’s too hot for her” Jules said to Bonnie “cool it down a bit.”

“But that’s how she usually has it!” Bonnie protested. “Well she obviously doesn’t like it now Mistress Bonnie. Please, cool it down.” With a grumble Bonnie moved to turn on the cold for a minute, then turned it back off and moved to help him guide me back into the water. This time it was perfect and I slid gladly into the warmth while Bonnie and Julius spread the sheet over the tub over me.

I was feeling so good in the water that I easily ignored them as they fussed over me, I even let them take the sheet away so Bonnie could help me out. She dried and dressed me in a clean and soft nightgown and I squirmed uncomfortably in the feel of them. After being naked so long I hated the feel of them surrounding my flesh.

I was then lead to my room where Jules waited for me, helping me slide into bed under the thick sheets and rugs and with the heater blaring in the room. Then he tenderly tucked them around me as he had when I was younger and leaned down to kiss me on the forehead before standing straight and saying gently “try to get some sleep, mistress Lisa.”

When he turned to go I had a sudden scary thought. What if the Toooilan returned and took me away and noone was with me to see and tell Arthur when he finally came here looking for me? If I just disappeared who could tell him who grabbed me? I needed a witness, someone who could describe them to him so he’d know where to go to find me. I only wanted a witness though. If Jules was killed trying to save me from them I’d never forgive him.

So I quickly seized his arm, eyes wide with fear and begging him to stay with me. Seeing it he moved to my bedside and asked me in a gentle voice and words “do you wish me to remain here, mistress?” And I nodded rigorously. He turned to Robert and Bonnie in the doorway looking at us as he sat on the bedside chair. “She doesn’t want to be left alone and unprotected. I will stay. Call me when your mother returns.”

Bonnie started to protest but Robert grabbed her by the shoulders and firmly lead her away. As the door closed I couldn’t help falling into an exhausted sleep, the heat of the room surrounding me comfortingly.

When I awoke it must have been at been at least a day later because not only was the room brighter but things were different, the heater was off and rugs were gone. They must figured that I was warm now-that was the reason I had stopped shaking. The sheet over me had been replaced with the one from the ship, freshly washed and spun dry. I didn’t care that it had been washed, only that I had had it back and I clutched it to me, snuggling down deeper in the bed.

Sudden flashes of Doc’s death chassed my comfort away and left me on the brink of tears again. He had been more than a close friend and my doctor in that short time, he had been a father-no, closer than that-he had been like a brother I never had, a brother you share you life and feelings with.

We had both been used by the same people and in the same way, saved by someone we loved and found a new life we were happy with and had no reason to leave. His past had been taken from him and mine had been lost-however like him mine was lost only temporarily. We had both grown closer in our short time then Arthur and I could be, It was like being closer to your brother than your lover which was normal.

You grow up with your brother, share a blood connection and similar experiences as well as your life, love and new friends. It was like that with Doc, even though we had only known each other only a short time it was like we had known each other all our lives-like we had grown up together and been a major part in each other’s life. That was why it was so hard to deal with his death, I had caused my own brother’s death! A brother I had never had until then!

“Oh Doc” I whispered to myself out loud “I’m sorry, oh god I’m sorry! I wish you hadn’t have sent me home! I wish you have let them get me back! But most of all I wish you weren’t dead!”

“Shh darling, it’s all right now you are safe.” It was my mother, she had been seated beside my bed all that time and I hadn’t noticed her, watching me with eyes full of mixed emotions, Joy and concern; fear and hope; worry and anticipation. “Oh mother he’s dead! I killed him!”

“Who is darling? Tell me, don’t hold it in.”
“Doc!” I wailed to her “Doc! I killed Doc! It’s my fault he’s dead!”

“Darling” there were tears in mothers’ eyes. “Darling where have you been? You’ve been gone almost a year, eight months. You missed Christmas.” I blinked out of my tears in shock at her-I was gone that long? Arthur had told me I was with them three months, but could I have really been a sex-slave of the Toooilan for six months?

It seemed possible when I really thought about it. And it made me feel much better to know that most of that time I had spent there with Arthur. “Darling” mother was saying “where have you been?” and before I could answer she swallowed visibly and said softly. “Julius said you’d been...have you been raped?”

I hesitated, thinking. Could I class what had happened to me as rape? The first time yes, definitely, THAT had been rape, but after that?

Now that I thought about it I realized it HAD been rape-mutual rape to both me and the others. Some of them had enjoyed it purely because of what they were doing, but to me and the others we hadn’t wanted to do it, but THEY had forced us. It had been THEM raping US, not they raping me or me raping them. The Toooilan had kidnapped us and forced us all to do sexual acts together against our will, for if it hadn’t have been for the drugs and control devices we would NEVER have EVER done any of what we did, what they wanted us to do.

Except Arthur and I, we started out like that and even though we hadn’t have wanted to do such for THEM, we had fallen in love during all that lust and need. No Arthur was right, we had been making love there in the end, despite how hard and desperate we were. So what possible answer could I give mother but to look her in the face and nod solemnly?

“Oh my darling” and she gathered me into her arms and held me. With a breathy hiccup I started to brokenly sob in her arms, her whispering soothing nonsense words as I did and soon I settled down. But before mother could ask me who Doc was my eyes closed and I fainted.