Free ALIEN ABDUCTION (Captured by Aliens) by Jaide Fox Page B

harem!”
     
    “Nope.  Lucky
little heifer goes and marries the head of the king’s guard.  She gets a
comfortable life and a man who treats her like a treasure.”
     
    “And
shoes.”
     
    “Yeah.  And
shoes.” Ebony managed to get her broken fingernails on another sliver of thorn
near her heel.  “Hate to admit it, but our boy Fallon there is right about his
brother, the king.  Keeping us all shoeless and practically naked is just
another way to control us without the leash.  Don’t need a leash when the bitch
can’t run.”
     
    “Ebony,”
Pamela ventured, “you’re so much stronger than the rest of us.  Why go back at
all?  Why not stay with these men, or just run away and try to find someplace
else?”
     
    “Yeah, I
ask myself that question, too.  It’s because of my sister.  I hate the king,
but I do love my sister.  She’s going to have a baby, you know.”
     
    “A baby!  That’s
so wonderful!”  All of the other women chimed in about the baby.  “Oh, I’d love
to have a baby--if I had a real husband!”
     
    “Besides,”
Ebony continued, “y’all aren’t thinking this through.  How am I gonna go back
and not re-enter that horrible life?  Those gray aliens have been
collecting blondes and redheads for this place, just like these men wanted, and
me and my sister stick out like a couple of sore thumbs with all this dark skin
and brown eyes and black hair.  Now, we’re very exotic and highly desired sore
thumbs, but still...I’d never be able to hide who I am and just sneak around
the city to see Adrienne and her baby.”
     
    “I see...I
see...oh, poor Ebony,” whispered Cassie and the other women, as they all
continued to rub their feet and pull the burrs and twigs out of the ragged hems
of their skirts.  Ebony turned away from them and glanced across the clearing
towards Fallon.
     
    She saw
him take a brown leather vest from one of his men and then pull a knife from
his belt.  “I think we can make something with this for a few of them,” he
said.
     
    Damon and
the other men watched as Fallon cut the vest into thin strips.  When he seemed
satisfied by what he’d done, he moved to Ebony and stooped down next to her.  Taking
hold of her feet without so much as speaking to her, he wrapped the leather
strips around first one foot and then the other until he’d covered the soles
enough to protect her tender feet from at least some of the hazards on the
ground.  He tied off the strips with some of the same leather cord that they’d
used to bind the wrists of their captives, and then sat back.
     
    “Try this. 
Walk around and see if it works,” he said, grabbing her hand and hauling her to
her feet.
     
    Ebony
quickly pulled her hands free of his calloused palms, rubbing her hands on her
skirt to remove the sensation of warmth he’d imprinted on her skin.  She took a
few experimental steps and then stomped on a sticker bush.  She looked up at
him, and nodded.  “It works.”
     
    “All
right.  I’ll get some more leather.  You women all wrap up each others’ feet.  Then
let’s get going.”
     
    Once all
the women’s feet were bound, they were herded back into line to continue on.  Ebony
was grateful to have something bearing the brunt of her walking, at last.  “It
ain’t shoes,” she muttered, “but some strapping is a damned sight better than
humping barefoot through the woods all day.”
     
    The group
fell silent as they progressed through the deep pine forest.  Some of the men
kept their heads tilted up towards the canopy of the forest, while others
scanned the trunks of the great trees surrounding them. 
     
    Ebony
glanced back at Fallon again.  It seemed he’d decided to walk right behind her
each time they set out to march.  Well, good.  At least he could provide her
with a little conversation to make the time pass and distract her from how cold
and dirty and naked she really was.
     
    “Somehow,
we managed to get away without