Free Buying His Mate by Emily Tilton

the touch of his hands made her nipples hard and sent the warmth rushing to her pussy.
    Having his cock in her mouth, after watching the girl in the vid do the same lewd thing, had seemed, to her astonishment, not only natural but also somehow right. She could not have imagined that morning, she thought as she watched Mr. Lourcy fasten his own safety harness in the seat next to hers, that to have in her mouth the penis of a man she had never seen before, and then to be strapped down, naked, by him, could ever seem like a marvelous adventure, but there it was.
    Nothing about the Taking bore the slightest resemblance to anything Gretchen had ever known. To suck the cock of the sky-man—the Athenian, the elite—who had purchased her for the pleasures of her body and the chance to put a baby in her womb seemed if not natural at least fitting, given the way all the relict girls around her knelt to do the same thing for their new owners, too. And Mr. Lourcy had said he would be gentle, which seemed a great deal more than Ms. Feld would give Beth, in the way of reassurance.
    She looked over to the two seats on the other side of the shuttle in the same row, where Ms. Feld had strapped Beth, her eyes still red-rimmed from the hard service she had provided between Ms. Feld’s thighs. She saw Beth look back at her and give her a tentative smile, as if despite the forceful way Ms. Feld had introduced the brown-haired girl to her service, Beth still thought life on Athena would be worth the trials they must endure.
    Mr. Lourcy took her hand, then, and Gretchen looked up into his face. “It won’t be long until we take off, now,” he said. “Make sure you look out the window. You won’t see much to start off, because we’ll be headed almost straight up, but when we turn to approach Athena you’ll have a wonderful view.”
    “Yes, sir,” Gretchen said, turning to look out the window, where the darkness of the enclosure’s hangar now suddenly gave way to the bright sunshine of the spaceport’s long, flat runway, where the shuttle had landed the evening before and from which it would take off only twenty-four hours later. Her seat began to shake as the huge rocket engines came to life. In an instant, they were traveling so fast that Gretchen couldn’t even make out individual trees in the forest that surrounded the spaceport as well as the enclosure, from which the Athenians’ machines had carved the space for both in a single day, ten years before.
    Gretchen remembered the sound, which she and her mother had heard from five miles away, in the broken-down house where her father had hidden them, the mysterious, enormous crashing and rumbling of something different, in a world where all seemed the same and entirely hopeless since her father had gone hunting and never come back. Now, with a sound even louder, of the shuttle’s engines, the hope had taken very strange form indeed.
    She remembered her father telling her about the sky-star. “People live up there,” he said. “The sky-people. They left us, and some folks say that they were wrong to do it, but my dad always told me that the sky-people tried as hard as they could to get everyone else to think about the way they were letting the people who had a lot just keep getting more, and not taking care of the land and the water and the air.”
    “Will they come back, daddy?” Gretchen asked, her eyes fixed on the shiny, impossibly distant object that hung twinkling in the twilight.
    “I think they will,” he father finally said. “Maybe after I’m gone; maybe even after you’re gone. They need to wait until they know how to make things better. But I think they’ll come back.”
    And they had, but not because they wanted to make things better on Earth, really; they had come back because they needed Earth girls to make things better on Athena. How did she feel about that?
    Why did it matter what she felt, naked relict girl, strapped down by her master into this seat