Page 20 of Fresh Flesh

Maisie

I layin the middle of all three Grengorans, taking up the entirety of Lurg’s bed. I’ve never been so satisfied in my whole life.

I never thought I would be one of ‘those’ girls who gets it on with more than one guy at once, but here I am. And I’m…well, I’m happy. It sounds strange to me that I can be happy, being a member of a conquered species.

After all, if I look out the window I can see the other human beings suffering on the farm. In fact, more humans are coming almost daily, arriving on shuttles or on the rail system the Grengorans have repurposed from old human train lines.

“So, what happens now?” I ask as they three men hover on the edge of a drowse.

“What?” Mlarx says sleepily.

“What was that?” Joras asks.

“What now?” Lurg groans. “I was nearly asleep.”

“I asked, what happens now?”

Lurg frowns, his body stiffening up against me, and not in the fun way.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean, now that I’ve been with all three of you, are you guys going to fight anymore?”

“No,” Joras says. “We’re done fighting. I don’t think any of us has any qualms about sharing you amongst the three of us any longer.”

“Joras has the right of things,” Lurg says. “Isn't that right, Mlarx?”

“Yes,” Mlarx says, cupping a hand around my nude breast. “I rather enjoy this set up myself.”

His hand feels good, and I reach back to grope his flaccid cock. It springs to life in my grip, growing hard rapidly.

We wind up going at it for most of the night. When I awaken in the morning and begin my daily chores, I’m sore in all the right ways.

I’m even humming a song as I go about my work. It seems to me like this is the best possible way this could have worked out. Now everyone is at peace, there are no more secrets, and best of all, I get to have sex with all of them openly. Freely. Whenever the mood strikes them, which I think is going to be a lot.

I still feel bad for my fellow humans. The three Grengorans prepare to go out for the day, and Joras stops at the door.

“You should not be wandering around the camp today,” he says. “There are many strangers in camp, among them bounty hunters who think any uncaged human is fair game.”

“I’ll be careful,” I say.

He looks at me for a long moment, as if making sure that I have heard and heeded him, nods to himself, and leaves, closing the door behind himself.

Of course, I can’t necessarily do as he asks. For one thing, I’ve been sneaking our table scraps out to the imprisoned humans in the corral. It's not much, but it’s something I can do for them, and I promised to return this afternoon. I’ll just have to be extra careful.

When I head out the door bearing a bundle of food, I see right away there are many new Grengorans about. They march through the streets of the Gregorian encampment with a sense of purpose. I think these are newly arrived Grengorans, out to prove themselves and eager for the opportunity.

I manage to sneak around them and get to the enclosure. I drop off the food at the appropriate place, shoving the leftovers through holes in the chain link fence. Once that task is done, I straighten up to my full height and rub the small of my back.

When I am on my way back to the house, I notice that there’s a massive Grengoran bounty hunter walking the same path as me. I duck into the bushes along the path, hoping he didn’t see me.

Sweat stands out on my body as he walks closer. His footsteps pound the ground until he’s right on top of me. I hold my breath, wishing I could stop my heart as well in case he can hear that, too.

I almost faint with relief when he keeps walking. I remain under the bush for several minutes after he has passed, just to make certain he’s really gone.

Then I rise up from my hiding place and start for home. Only I forgot just how good the Grengorans are at stalking their prey.

Suddenly, a black cloth goes over my head. I suck in a breath of air to scream, and someone strikes me in the belly, taking the wind out of me.

I struggle as best I can, which is to say not very much, as the bounty hunter throws me over his shoulder and carries me off like a sack of grain.

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