body is still in need of rest and healing, and you cannot be left unattended in this world. Not if you are to survive. We were given a very short time to visit this world and must return promptly.”
“You are not intending on giving me a choice, are you?” Skylar’s eyes flashed.
“No. We found you, and you now belong to us. I will not discuss this further. Finish eating and we will talk some more. I have many questions about your instruction manuals.”
“And I need to learn how to read them,” Troy piped in. He opened one of the thinly bound papers and placed it in front of her. “Do you enjoy doing this?”
“Holy sh… Where did you get a porn magazine?”
“From your shelter. There were three. Do all your people engage in sexual relations like this, or should I seek to find more manuals? Did your reading device contain all manuals available for our research?”
“Manuals? Are you kidding? These books are for entertainment. They are works of fiction and are just fantasy.”
“Your species is entertained by looking at and reading about sex?” Troy questioned.
“Some people are. Not everyone.”
“Are you? Does this fantasy writing appeal to you?” Troy asked bluntly, clearly interested in her reaction.
She turned a pretty shade of red. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Let the child eat,” Tralec grinned. “She is obviously affected by those images.”
“I am not a child.”
“Quite the contrary. From this moment on, you are our little female podling. We will continue to use these manuals… books… as instructional guides in caring for you. You will also address us in the manner you assigned when you were more… compliant.”
“And sweet,” Troy added with a grunt. “I prefer it when you are sweet.”
“You will continue to address me as ‘Daddy’ and Troy as ‘Papa.’ Although you claim these books to be works of fiction, you do respond positively to the techniques listed within them. Being that we are limited with time, and the research required to understand your species is quite extensive, we will begin with these.”
“Listen, guys…” Skylar tried to stay calm. “I agree that the idea of age-play turns me on. So does the thought of having multiple partners. I’m human, okay? But that is where it ends. You both are incredible to look at. I will give you that. And, except for that harpoon you call a syringe, and what you did to my ass,” she glared at Troy for a moment, “I find you to be very pleasant and interesting company. But I can’t stay. I don’t belong in a world where I am never allowed to grow up.”
“You will belong because you are ours. I am not letting you go,” Troy growled.
“Tell him to stop with that blue face crap! It scares me!” Skylar pulled away from Troy’s glare and leaned toward Tralec.
“It should frighten you. It means he’s annoyed. Keep up the attitude and you will quickly learn what causes him to glow. I would feel very sorry for your bottom should that happen,” Tralec commented nonchalantly.
“This is wrong. All of it.” Skylar shrank in her chair. “Civilized men don’t go around the universe abducting helpless women.”
“I think you will change your mind in time. While I work with Troy on his reading, I want you to go through the pictures on the interface and chose the kinds of foods you enjoy. Simply touch the box next to them and we can obtain samples. We will then program them into the system for reproduction for when we return to Calipi.”
“What about clothes? This blanket doesn’t exactly cut it for comfort,” Skylar said, pushing the remnants of chicken around on her plate.
“We need samples for the machine to analyze before we can reproduce anything. We can adjust the sizes and appearance, but we require some sort of a template. We might also need to sample furnishings. There is nothing on Calipi that would fit you.”
“Fine, but I’ll be damned if you put me in a crib!”
“We will