Breeding Ground Part 10
When it was Alex's turn to be injected, she fell into the lizard-skin chair, determined to remain just as stoic as the Amazon had. She needed to establish that she, too, was an alpha female here-clearly such a thing counted in this world.
Begin as you mean to go on. Establish your authority and dominance.
The Amazon nodded her respect when Alex underwent the painful procedure without so much as blinking. She stared at the leader the entire time, their gazes locked as if in challenge. By the time the injection was over and the bizarre, and admittedly advanced, translation device had lodged itself in her brain, Alex felt dizzy enough to pa.s.s out. She shook it off, standing up.
"So," the Amazon said, looking Alex up and down. "I will say to you again what I said to you three hours ago. My name is Fija. What is your name?"
She blinked. "Alex," she answered, in more awe than she cared to admit of the translation device. The Amazon was speaking in her own tongue, yet Alex's brain translated her words as if they'd been spoken in English. "Dr. Alexandria Frazier, Commander and Captain of the Methuselah."
The Amazon threw her head back and laughed. The men of her tribe followed on her heels, chuckling. Alex shared a perplexed look with her crew.
"Oh are you now, little warrior?" The Amazon grinned. "You are the fabled Alexandria the Great, eh? Alexandria the Great as foretold by the prophets. Come to set us free?" She shook her head at her men, still grinning. The males of her tribe shared another chuckle with their leader. She glanced back to Alex. "Don't you think you're a bit short to be a prophesized legend, little warrior?"
"I don't know what in the h.e.l.l you're talking about, but I am Dr. Alexandria Frazier." Alex frowned. "And I'm not short. You are just exceedingly tall."
"Hmm."
"Look," Alex said, exasperated. She glared at the six-foot tall, all but naked female. "I don't particularly care if you believe me or not. Maybe I share the same name as the woman you spoke of. Whatever. All I do care about is finding out where the h.e.l.l I am. And getting some food and water for my men and me since ours was lost in the ocean." She glanced at her crew, all of who looked as parched and hungry as she was. "And not necessarily in that order."
"You certainly have the manners of a warrior-queen," the Amazon muttered. She raised an eyebrow as she carefully looked Alex up and down. "Come. I will feed you and your males." The two leaders locked gazes. "And then we will talk."
Chapter Six.
"Your males," John muttered under his breath as they sat around the campfire finishing their meal of unleavened bread and roasted fish tongue. The crew of the Methuselah had been given its privacy while eating, the four of them a few feet away from the rest of the group. The meal was disgusting but it was all they had. "She keeps calling us that. The woman talks about men like chattel. I don't like it."
Alex didn't know what to say to that. The longer she talked to Fija, the more she got the feeling that Earth in 100,000,007 A.D. was a matriarchal place all over. Not at all the male-dominated Earth she and her crew had heralded from. In Alex's world, her honored position in life had been a rarity. In this world, it was the accepted norm for a female.
"I don't either." Peac.o.c.k frowned. "Next thing you know that lady will have us pushing the vacuum and wearing ribbons in our hair."
"Da," Vlad grimly agreed. "I do not like this place."
Alex frowned at all of them. "Well now you know how I felt one hundred million years ago."
"Oh come on, Al!" Peac.o.c.k shook his head. "It was never this bad." His forehead wrinkled. "Was it?"
She sighed. "It doesn't matter. The point is we have no idea where we are and what we plan to do from here. We have no home, and in so far as I can tell, no purpose here either. We need to come up with a game plan. Until then, this is it fellas." She raised an eyebrow. "So could you three please quit walking around with those woe-is-me expressions on and at least try to get along with Fija and her men?"
"When in Rome?" John asked, an enigmatic twinkle in his eye.
"Exactly," Alex agreed on a nod. "When in Rome, do as the Romans."
Peac.o.c.k wiggled his eyebrows at her. "A great plan, boss lady." His grin was lethal. "Say, have a look at what the Romans are doing right now." He used his eyebrows to gesture over her shoulder.
Alex c.o.c.ked her head, turning around just a bit so she could see what was causing her crew to quietly chuckle. Her eyes rounding, she could only gawk at the sight that greeted her.
"Suck on my p.u.s.s.y, unworthy beast," Fija instructed a male called Daab. Lying back on her elbows, the warrior woman's legs were spread wide apart while three of her entourage serviced her. The males were rubbing all over her body, caressing and fondling her intimately.
"Did you hear what she called that Daab dude?" Alex heard Peac.o.c.k mutter to John and Vlad. "Unworthy beast. Ain't that some s.h.i.t."
Alex barely spared Peac.o.c.k a glance before turning back to watch the foursome unfold. She was mesmerized by the sight of it, having never witnessed such a decadent display of s.e.xuality anywhere except in the movies. To that group of humans, s.e.xuality looked as natural and desirable as it was supposed to be, free of all the religious and moral sanctions that had been placed on it so many millions of years ago.
The large, muscular male called Daab removed his fingers from the folds of Fija's wet v.a.g.i.n.a. Diving between her thighs, he replaced his hand with his face. His tongue snaked out and flicked repeatedly at the leader's swollen c.l.i.t, making her hiss.
A second male's tongue darted out and found one of her hard, jutting nipples. He latched onto it with his mouth and sucked, his hand caressing one of her thighs as he did so. A third male latched onto Fija's other nipple, his tongue curling around the bud and suckling it hard.
Fija's hips bucked up, the pleasure she was feeing obvious. Daab chose that moment to stop flicking at her c.l.i.t and to suction it into his mouth instead. Her dark eyes closed on a gasp as Daab vigorously sucked. She moaned, her head lulling back against a fourth male who did nothing but tenderly run his fingers along the sides of his leader's face.
"Harder," Fija gritted out without opening her eyes. "Suck on my p.u.s.s.y harder."
Daab must have obeyed for the leader was gasping and groaning within seconds. Alex chewed on her bottom lip as she watched Fija's hips rear up in a show of ecstasy. Arousal Alex'd never admit to in a million years-or one hundred million years-knotted in her belly from merely watching.
Fija's body began to convulse-violently. The males at her nipples sucked impossibly harder, evident by the further concaving of their cheeks. Daab nuzzled her c.l.i.t like the beast she'd called him, a small growl erupting from his throat.
She came on a loud moan that echoed throughout the cavern, her entire body shaking and convulsing. Alex watched with more fascination than she cared to feel, idly wondering what it must feel like to be Fija in that moment.
Not that she'd ever allow her own crew to touch her like that. No way.
"So Al," she heard Peac.o.c.k whisper in a teasing voice. "Let's go back to this whole when in Rome thing you were briefing us on."
Alex turned around and frowned at him.
"What?" John asked, feigning surprise. "We only want to be worthy beasts instead of unworthy ones."
Vlad's grin was so wide she could see the gleam of his white teeth. A rarity indeed for the stoic Russian never smiled.
"Oh you guys are just soooo funny." She glared daggers at all of them. "I'm afraid we'll be skipping that part of the tour of Rome."
John looked as though he wanted to tease her some more, but stopped, glancing up instead. Alex turned around, rightly a.s.suming that they had company. She stood up, preparing to see what Fija wanted.
"So," the Amazon said. "I have shown you a glimpse of what my males can do." She locked gazes with Alex, never once deigning to so much as glance at the Methuselah's surviving male crew. "I will trade you all three of them for your black-skinned male of the foul temper."
Now this was just too funny. Bemused, Alex looked to Peac.o.c.k. For once the perfect features of his face and body had turned out to be a hindrance instead of a help. His expression was reminiscent of a deer that had been caught in headlights.
"h.e.l.l noooo!" Peac.o.c.k bellowed, his anger at last piercing the quiet that had fallen. John and Vlad were snickering behind their hands. "Uh-uh. No way. No. That's my final word." He crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at the woman who wanted to buy him.
Said woman was not impressed. In fact, she never looked away from Alex, so she wasn't even aware of the fact that she was being glowered at.
Alex absently scratched her head, uncertain as to how she should proceed. Hundreds of would-be scenarios along with how to effectively deal with them had popped up over the course of her NASA training, but this had not been among them.
"Fija..." she began. Good lord, what could she say? She sighed. "My, uh, beasts are meaningful to me." She glanced over to Peac.o.c.k whose nostrils were flaring then back to the Amazon. "I will not barter any of them."
Fija inclined her head. "If you change your mind, I should like you to remember my desire to own the feisty one."
"I will." She hesitated. "Thanks for the offer."
Apparently Alex had said the right thing, for the Amazon gave her a small smile. She looked Alex up and down, then raised that eyebrow of hers again. "Let us talk in private away from the ears of the gentle-minded, eh, little warrior?"