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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Rebel Earthling, Chyna Lin has just been "presented" the "opportunity" by alien King Darion Jatara to bear his children. She has two problems with that. One--he's a real ass. Two--she has every intention of escaping. Rating: Contains graphic language, explicit sexual content, and violence. THIS IS A REISSUE, previously only released in an anthology print Tripping Through the Universe.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: August 2008

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [76 KB]
Words: 16585
Reading time: 47-66 min.

Chapter One

Darion Jatara, ruler of the planet Attar, crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at the woman who was to be the bearer of his children. He frowned at her when she did not answer him immediately, but rather stared at him as if he'd grown a second head. He repeated himself, slowly this time so she would miss nothing.

"Option number one--become my concubine and produce the heir I need to secure my position." He gave her a hard look, trying to see if she comprehended his words. Her mouth dropped open. He spoke louder. "Option two--I send you to the penal colony on Hellinos ... where you'll never again see the light of day."

It was a hell of a position he'd found himself in. He'd wanted her since he'd first clapped eyes on her, but he knew he'd never get a chance to get his hands on her if she had a real choice in the matter.

She was a rebel, after all, and an alien one at that--one of those irksome Earthlings that had infested his beautiful kingdom.

Something about the first time he'd seen her, though.... She was beautiful, as she was now, except then her face reflected an angry rebel yell as she led Earthling forces through their barricades, brandishing weapons and stunning anything that moved. Her clothing had been burned and shredded, and he'd caught delicious glimpses of lithe muscles and creamy golden skin as she stormed through and elbowed soldiers into unconsciousness.

His vantage then couldn't hold a rothree flame to what he could see now.

Large holes ripped her jumpsuit all over, as if a vyldebeast had gotten hold of her, revealing tantalizing amounts of flesh: a deeply curved waist, toned and tight belly; thighs accustomed to fleeing and pursuing ... that would soon flex around his hips in ecstasy; arms built for holding a weapon ... or curling around his back. She was small and compact, toned. Her dark, tilted eyes gazed at him with a mixture of confusion and anger. Her long, incredibly black hair hung down her back and chest, obscuring the small mounds of her breasts, and he grew hard just thinking of baring them and sucking them into his mouth.

He did not worry over her daintiness, for he was big enough for them both to breed large sons on her. Her feistiness would do well in their blood, and he rather enjoyed the idea of having sons with as exotic looks as she possessed. He'd never seen a woman so small and strong and fierce, so dark of hair and eyes.

It took strength of will not to stride down to her and take her there on the floor, in front of his men.

He would have her decision first, however.

Chyna Lin gaped at the man who'd been the enemy of her people since they'd settled on Attar. She'd been told the ruler was a heartless bastard. She hadn't been told that he was insane as well.

He was serious!

He stood above her on the dais awaiting her response, his arms and chest bulging with muscle, back rigidly straight, and an intense, imperial look on his face. Jatara was every inch the alien warrior king and, apparently, crazy as hell. Or maybe doped up. Whatever the cause, she didn't care too much for either option, but it was obvious she had to choose one that'd get her to option three--escape.

"Uh. Option two." At his frown, she added, "Wait! Which was the baby thing? I'll pick that one."

His eyes narrowed. He studied her suspiciously a few minutes and finally nodded.

She was just to the point of relaxing when the guards standing behind her seized her by the arms and dragged her from the cavernous chamber. "Wait! Did I pick the wrong one? Was it a trick question?" she gasped, struggling ineffectually against the great brutes carting her away.

Jatara said nothing, leaving her to wonder if he'd taken offense at her hesitation.

She wouldn't have been surprised if that was the case.

The two pro-wrestler look-alikes dragged her through the marbled halls until they reached what had to be the communal harem, because there was no way one man could possibly take care of this many women on his own. In his dreams.

Women of all ages crowded around her once she'd been released. She turned, dismayed to see one of the guards had remained inside, standing in front of the door, presumably to keep her from escaping.

Chyna had no choice but to go with the women. She felt woefully out of place in her shredded flight suit--especially since they were all draped in silken gowns and a crush of jewelry.

Their first stop was the baths--an elaborate series of pools of hot, cold, and warm water built into circular steps. Chyna was stripped and dunked into all of them. When she was finally allowed to dry off, she smelled like a flower garden.

"Please tell me there's not much more of this?" Chyna asked one of the ladies.

"We must make you beautiful for his highness," she responded.

That wasn't really the response she was hoping for.

She was led away from the baths into what she could only describe as a torture chamber. Not that it didn't look like pretty much any other room she'd ever seen--plain, with four walls, cabinets, and something cooking in one corner that smelled like incense but sounded like soup. There was a metallic, waist high table that she was instructed to get on, so she climbed onto it, lying on her back.

She had her first clue that she wasn't going to like this particular ritual when they strapped down her wrists and ankles. The next bad sign came when a woman dipped a honey colored liquid into a bowl. Even worse, she took a spatula and dribbled the thick liquid onto her crotch.

Chyna gasped, expecting her flesh to be seared off. She was surprised it was only mildly hot and not too uncomfortable. Actually, as it cooled a little, it felt kind of good. The woman placed a cloth on her mound, presumably to wipe it away. Instead, she pressed it against her, gripped the edge, and then snatched the fabric off.

Chyna screamed since her poor little pussy was mute. "You bitch! What the fuck are you--you took off my hair! Damn it!" She struggled when the woman smeared more onto her thigh, followed by a patch of cloth.

She tried to brace for the pain, but there was just no damn way to do it.

She'd never thought she was that damned hairy. She was covered mostly with fuzz--or was before that crazy woman had gotten started. Hell, since they'd landed here, it wasn't like she'd had access to a razor, or even had the inclination to shave. The boonies weren't exactly suitable for soirees. But damn it, they could have warned her or given her a razor to do it herself!

When they went to flip her, she tried to fight them, but they knew what she was about and stopped that mode of action. She was completely defuzzed from the eyebrows down--maybe even a few skin layers lighter by the time they let her up from the table. If she'd had the energy, she'd've bitch slapped that woman. As it was, her skin was on fire and she was too weary to put up a fight.

They took her to another pool, this one filled with a white liquid. She discovered once she'd settled inside that it was milk. The milk bath soothed her skin.

"Mmmmm," she said, relaxing, not wanting to think about how long it had been sitting here--or how many of the women had partaken of a milk bath. It didn't smell sour and it was cool, so it had to be fresh.

She was just starting to enjoy herself when the women came and helped her out of the milk bath. She made the rounds of the other baths again and didn't know whether she was more outraged or worn out. She knew damned well she wasn't that fucking dirty! It seemed, though, that they had finally decided that she was clean enough. Once she'd gone through the last pool, they dried her and escorted her to another table. She tensed, but they'd already removed every hair on her body--unless they meant to start on the hair on her head.

To her relief, they began to rub warmed oils into her skin. She'd relaxed to the point of barely conscious by the time they stopped. They roused her, leading her to a bench where they combed her hair until it gleamed and then arranged it. When they'd finished that little ritual, they brought golden chains of different designs and weights and draped them about her waist, hips and across her breasts.

It seemed an odd sort of way to adorn someone with jewelry. It didn't make a lot more sense to her when they began to attach transparent scarves to the chains, draping them around her body.

Losing interest in the proceedings, Chyna glanced around at the room. "This place is huge. Is this the communal harem?"

Several of the women merely stared at her. Most of them giggled. "This is King Darion's harem."

Chyna felt her jaw drop. "You're all his concubines?" What a greedy pig!

"We were his father's. His highness graciously allowed us the choice to stay or leave."

Chyna snorted. Yeah, she had some experience regarding his options. She could tell his motives were all about freedom. They were all gorgeous, tall, willowy, with ivory skin and rich blonde hair--exactly opposite of her. She supposed he was like most Earth men she'd known ... he just wanted Chinese takeout once in a while. Pig!

Or maybe he just liked being an asshole?

When the women were satisfied, they stepped back and admired their handiwork. Chyna looked down to examine it.

Was this supposed to be dressed? She thought indignantly. Damned if she could figure out why they'd gone to the trouble of strategically placing virtually transparent scarves all over her. She was still naked!

Before she could object her arms were seized in two ham sized fists. She jerked against them instinctively, but discovered when she looked up that it was the mammoth guards, which meant resistance was only likely to wear her out. Subsiding, she 'allowed' them to escort her from the harem hall--which meant she concentrated on keeping her feet under her and pedaling to keep from being dragged--and down a long corridor. They reached a pair of doors. The guards opened the doors, shoved her inside and then closed the doors again, locking them.

Chyna glared at the door angrily for several moments and finally turned to look the room over. Her gut clenched. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that this was the royal bedchamber. The room sized bed that stood on a dais near the center of the room was a dead giveaway.

Obviously, he liked to play hard and he was a team sport kind of guy. The bed looked like it was big enough for five or six people to practice gymnastics all at once.

It was draped in fabric all around, supported by huge columns, creating a little room all to itself.

She had no desire to check it out and dismissed it after only a moment. The room itself was huge. Everything in it reeked of wealth. It was tastefully decorated. She would give him that, but the money that had been poured into creating this luxury boutique! Outrageous!

If they'd had half as much money to spend on weapons the resistance would've been halfway to freedom by now.

It was as she was glancing around the huge room, feeling dwarfed by it, that it finally dawned on her that she was completely alone--and standing around like an awestruck dolt instead of working on escape. Galvanized by that thought, she crossed the room quickly and examined the first window she came to. It took an effort to get the thing open, but she finally managed to open it wide enough to have a look out. The drop made her stomach go weightless.

Dismissing it, she glanced around for something to use to climb down.

She didn't have to look far. The bed was draped in fabric. She could start with the sheets. That would be quickest and easiest. If they weren't long enough to get her to the ground, she could tear the bed hangings down and knot them together to make something longer.

Striding quickly to the bed, she grabbed hold of the curtain nearest her and flipped it back. Her heart stopped. Everything in her jolted to a screeching halt.

Darion Jatara was sprawled atop the coverlet, his arms propped behind his head ... and he didn't have a stitch of clothing on.

All that naked meat just naturally produced a state of pure catatonia. Chyna knew she'd been staring at him a full minute before she was actually able even to assimilate what she was looking at. Objectively speaking, she was fairly certain she'd never seen a more beautiful male body. Of its own accord, her gaze skimmed every inch of hard, wonderfully molded flesh from the top of his head down to his toes and back again to his face, but the journey was a slow one--due to shock--and missed nothing: impossibly broad shoulders and wide chest; flat tummy and perfect six pack, truly impressive monolith sprouting from a nest of dark golden hair at the juncture of his thighs; beautifully formed legs.

She studied the monolith again, just to be sure she hadn't mistaken a deformed third leg for something else.

One corner of his mouth was curled up when she finally glanced at his face again, wondering belatedly if he was asleep.

"I didn't realize you were so eager," he drawled, rolling slowly onto his side to face her.