Crashed and Confused - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Randy was not in bed when Alyda woke the next morning, and she felt tears sting her eyes. She fought them, reasoning that he must still be in the house somewhere. Otherwise I would be in pain, right?

A moment later, Randy entered the bedroom carrying a tray. It was filled with food, and he hummed lightly as he carried it. Noticing that she was watching him – and was therefore awake – he smiled at her and gestured for her to sit up. Once she had complied, he set the tray over her lap.

Randy had decided to make breakfast and a whole pile of sandwiches to last them throughout the day. He wasn't sure how long she planned their honeymoon to last, but they hadn't eaten anything other than breakfast yesterday, and this seemed like a simple solution.

Alyda smiled at him in gratitude, and then took a few cautious bites of her breakfast. Happily, she decided that he was a pretty good cook. She paused to grin at him and give him a thumbs up sign, which actually did mean good job throughout the universe – though she didn't know that. Randy smiled at her in return.

After eating, Alyda went to the bathroom, and then examined herself in the long mirror for a moment – could I possibly be pregnant already? – before starting the shower. Randy surprised her by turning off the shower, scooping her up, and then carrying her back to bed.

An hour later, both of them stepped back into the shower to rinse off all the sweat they had created. They maintained constant contact with each other via kisses and caresses. Now that Randy had come to terms with the fact that he was irrevocably stuck here for the foreseeable future, he simply could not keep his hands off his cute new wife.

After their shower, Alyda would have gladly jumped back into bed with him, but she had so many things to do! She grabbed a sandwich and nibbled on it as she sorted through her closet. A few of her favorite outfits were piled on the bed so that she could pack them to bring with her. Other outfits were tossed in a pile to be recycled, and the rest of her clothing was painstakingly prepared to be stored while she was gone.

This whole process took her a few hours. Especially since most of what was staying here was professional business attire for her job at the Telecommunications Corporation and needed to be cared for properly so that it wasn't destroyed by pests while she was gone. Randy watched her curiously from the bed, wishing that he knew what she was doing so that he could help her.

He's going to need more clothes, she thought as she gathered up the pile to be recycled. It took some time for her to fold it all and stuff it into a large sack, but once it was ready, she couldn't delay the inevitable any longer. She got dressed, and then handed him his clothes.

I wonder what's going on? Randy thought as he got dressed.

Alyda slung the large sack of clothes over her shoulder, staggering ever so slightly, and then put her hand in his so that she could guide him.

“That's just not right!” Randy muttered, taking the sack from her. He thought it resembled a duffel bag and rightly assumed that it must be heavy. The weight of it dug into his shoulder just a bit, making him wonder how she had managed to even pick it up. She looks so delicate and frail...

Hand in hand, the couple walked to what looked like a shopping area nearby. They entered a clothing shop, and Alyda motioned for Randy to hand over the bag. He did so, setting it on counter at the back of the store that had a couple of other bags already on it.

Alyda chatted with the woman in charge of the shop. “I'm here to get new clothes for my new husband. I also happened to have some old clothes to recycle.”

“You're married?!” The shop woman squealed incredulously and rushed to hug Alyda. They knew each other and were friends of a sort. “That's wonderful news!”

“Thank you,” Alyda murmured, blushing lightly as she remembered how much fun she'd had with her new husband so far. “It's just in time for my yearly move back to my farm. So, you know, he'll need some sturdy work clothes.”

“Of course!” She eyed him for an approximate fit, and then went around the shop looking for things that might be perfect for him.

Soon, Randy had a pile of clothes to try on. He almost blushed as he realized that there wasn't really a private area to change in, just a curtain to hide him from anyone looking through the windows of the shop. He looked at the two women in confusion, thinking maybe they were going to turn their backs to him, but they stripped and fondled him instead. This made the whole process take much longer than necessary, but Randy wasn't about to complain!

Rather than progress towards the pornographic side, the two women simply chatted as if they dressed and undressed a man every day. He supposed that this might be true for the shopkeeper, but he kind of hoped that his wife – I mean owner! – wasn't quite so used to handling men. She caressed his buttocks absently, and if her hands were simply appreciating how shapely he was.

As the two women chatted, the voice in his head learned new words, such as the, it, as, he, and so on. Randy was glad that there was progress, but he was also mildly aggravated by how little it was. He bit back a groan of longing as he was also rapidly becoming frustrated with how they were teasing him, stroking his body with their hands every chance they got, but not truly trying to stimulate him.

Thankfully, it was only a short while later that a new – slightly smaller – duffel bag was packed full of clothes for him. Alyda kissed him right before she motioned for him to carry the bag out of the shop. Randy frowned, looking over at the shopkeeper in confusion. Don't we have to pay for all of this?

The shopkeeper grinned at him in a way that made it clear that she would love to fondle him a whole lot more, but then waved goodbye. Her voice even sounded like she was saying something along the lines of: “Thank you, come again,” or maybe: “Have a nice day!”

He shrugged, figuring that maybe Alyda's bag of clothes was considered payment for this bag. He followed her as she slipped her hand in his and led him out of the shop. On the way back to her house, Randy heard a catchy tune play, and mentally paused a moment to wonder if it was part of the computerized voice in his head. It turned out to be a portable communication device.

“Hi mom, … Yes, we are nearly packed and ready to leave.” Alyda suddenly blushed in a way that made Randy want to kiss her. “Yes, we. I... I got married!”

Randy understood: ...are ...to ...married; and knew that she was talking about him. He waited for the voice in his head to say more. “...be ...at the ...in...” he sighed in frustration.

“See you then!” Alyda bade cheerfully, and then ended her call. She looked at her husband and smiled. “It's only about 2 hours to my farm. We should arrive just in time to go to bed,” she informed him with a grin.

Randy sighed. “I can only understand about one word in every ten. Man! I wish you could understand me. I really want to obtain fuel and get back to my ship before someone steals it...” he trailed off and shook his head slightly. Now, the computer voice told him words in her language as he spoke. It was very annoying!

“You sound agitated,” Alyda remarked. “I wish I could help you.”

Randy looked at her with his head tilted to the side. His weird computer voice had just learned the words I and wish. He figured that she must have said: “I wish I could understand you.”

They arrived back at her house, quickly ate a couple of the sandwiches he'd made, and then soon had her vehicle packed. Is this like some sort of honeymoon trip? Randy wondered.

“I wonder where we are going?” Randy said out loud. He figured that the more he talked, the easier it might be for the computer in his head to learn his language.

Alyda looked at the position of the first sun, then noted that the second sun had risen about a quarter of the way. “It's time for us to stay in the house for a while. It'll be much too hot to drive while both suns are out.”

She looked her husband's body up and down, and then grinned. That also means that we aren't going to have anything better to do for the next few hours than make love...

Randy almost blushed at the look she gave him. He shook his head with a chuckle and a wry smile. “Darlin', we may not speak the same language, but apparently we think the same thoughts!”

Crashed and Confused - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“Oh my!” Two voices chorused appreciatively.

“We were beginning to wonder if you would ever come looking for food,” Hannah informed Alyda.

“We thought we would cook you breakfast in case you were too preoccupied to do so yourself,” Cheela stated with a knowing smirk.

“Looks like we were right!” Hannah added with a grin.

Alyda was so happy that she could almost cry. “You are the best friends ever! I am starving!” She hugged her friends, and then piled a plate with more food than she could possibly eat.

Cheela and Hannah grinned almost leeringly at Alyda's new husband, carefully admiring every inch of his body. Randy was flustered, but the need to fill his stomach was too powerful; it beat his inhibition into submission and prompted him to ignore them as he filled his own plate.

Alyda gave them a short but fully graphic account of her wedding night.

“We believe you!” Cheela laughed.

“We've been waiting and listening for hours!” Hannah added with a chuckle.

Alyda grinned at them without shame, and then grew serious. “Listen... when we get back from my farm in the country in six months, I would be happy to lend him to you if you decide that you want daughters of your own.”

“That's a great idea!” Hannah agreed excitedly. “And if you happen to be pregnant at the time, our daughters will be close in age!”

“That's exactly what I was thinking!” Alyda stated, eagerly anticipating all their girls growing up together.

Had Randy been able to understand their conversation, he would have considered it highly strange for a wife to offer up her husband as a stud. However, he had no way of knowing that due to the low population of men, the women of this world had grown accustomed to sharing. Most of the time, husbands even served a couple of days each month at a Manhouse.

Hannah sighed in mild depression. “We should be going.”

“We also have to pack for our trip to our farms,” Cheela explained needlessly.

Every citizen of the planet was required to spend at least six months each year working on their farm. Farms were granted by the government, and could be passed down to the eldest daughter, but most often, each woman was granted her own land nearby her family when she reached her 21^st birthday. When a woman died, her farm was reclaimed by the government to give to another woman. However, while a woman owned the farm, it was utterly hers and she was like a mini queen in regards to how she cared for the land. A queen without servants...

“I'm going to miss you!” Alyda replied, and then gave each of her friends a hug and a brief kiss on the lips.

“We're going to miss you too,” they chorused. Despite the implication, they were not a couple who shared a farm; they simply had grown up in the same area and their farms were neighbors. They would see each other fairly regularly, whereas Alyda was too far away to see them at all.

With mischievous chuckles, first Cheela then Hannah gave Randy a hug and a lingering kiss on the lips.

“Welcome to our family,” Hannah murmured with a kind smile.

“Take good care of Alyda,” Cheela bade, and then the two women left.

Randy hadn't expected to be kissed! He looked to Alyda to gauge her reaction over this unexpected development. She was staring at him blissfully, which made him blush inexplicably.

Her expression changed gradually, darkening slightly, her mouth widening with a huge grin. Randy was almost certain that she was imagining what they could do after breakfast. He chuckled at the irony – wasn't it usually the man who couldn't stop thinking about sex? – and then smiled at her in return.

*****

That night, Randy finally found a moment alone. He managed to slip out of bed without waking Alyda, staring at her in silence for a moment as he wondered once again how his life had gotten turned upside-down so quickly. The thought of abandoning her now was almost painful, but he was worried about his ship.

What if someone's responded to my distress signal, discovered my ship abandoned, and taken off with it?

He quickly dressed, and then snuck out of the house. He barely traveled three feet out the door when he felt a pain in his chest. Another step spread the pain throughout his body, and another intensified it unbearably.

Randy retraced his steps until the pain faded, sighing in relief. “Hmm... must be a proximity device,” he murmured.

The only possibility was his wedding ring because it was the only thing he had gotten after she “bought” him. His theory seemed even more plausible when he thought about how she wore a partner to his ring. Nodding in agreement with himself, he took his ring off and placed it on the kitchen table.

“Not much of a proximity device if it can be removed so easily,” Randy chuckled softly. He had almost forgotten that his “marriage” was just a pleasant façade for slavery. He left the house once more, only to discover that the pain still consumed him.

In the house, Alyda woke to a mild pain in her body. She immediately knew that her husband wasn't in bed with her. Sitting up, she carefully drew her knees to her chest and silently fought tears.

It was hard to decide what to do. By law, she should punish him, but she couldn't bear the thought of hurting him. Not even by depriving him of food for a day.

What did I do to make him want to leave me? Alyda wondered. She heard him walking back to the bedroom and panicked. As quietly as possible, she lay back down and pretended to still be asleep.

Randy watched his wife/owner in silence for a few seconds, wondering what to do. He fiddled with the ring he had returned to his finger as he tried to think of a way to stop the proximity device. Not able to deactivate something he couldn't find, he eventually sighed in defeat.

He carefully crawled back into bed, curiously studying her sleeping face. His first impression of her had been: “She's rather plain,” but now – after he had seen her face lit up in ecstasy so often since last night – his opinion of her had changed.

“You are beautiful after all,” he whispered as he brushed all the stray locks of hair out of her face. He kissed her once on the lips; the first time he had kissed her.

He noticed moisture on his fingertips, and realized that he must have gotten them wet when he moved her hair. He gently traced her cheek with a finger; sure enough, she had cried recently.

He felt like an idiot! Whatever proximity device that linked them must have hurt her too. He gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair.

“I'm sorry, he whispered. “I don't know if you are awake, and I know you can't understand me, but I did not mean to hurt you.”

Alyda realized by his tone that he was apologizing, and decided that she would continue to feign sleep. If she acted like it never happened, maybe he wouldn't try it again. Besides, he had kissed her; she had to believe that meant something.

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Crashed and Confused - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Alyda woke up about two hours later, smiling as she remembered that the weight atop her was her new husband. She kissed him and kneaded his buttocks as she tightened and relaxed her inner muscles. He had grown soft and was no longer inside her, but he must have felt her actions anyway because he started to firm up.

He moaned in his sleep, shifting to relieve the pressure on his growing shaft. Alyda shifted her body as well, trying to give him the best possible access. She wrapped her legs around him, kneading him some more in an attempt to guide him inside her.

Randy instinctively thrust his hips despite still being mostly asleep. His body was more than willing to play along with her desires. Alyda concentrated on massaging his shaft with her inner muscles, as if beckoning him to go deeper. Her hands occasionally pinched his buttocks to startle him into thrusting.

Randy moaned in his sleep, the enjoyable actions becoming part of his dream. Part of him was certain that he was still aboard his ship and that the dream was nothing more than fantasy, and so he was reluctant to wake up.

Alyda soon grew frustrated that her clitoris wasn't receiving any attention, so she rolled them both over until she was on top of him. She pushed herself upright, and then sought out her love bud with her fingers so that she could rub it greedily.

Randy had gained consciousness when she'd moved his body so unexpectedly, and was happy to discover that his dream was reality. He watched her ride him as she fiddled with herself, and loved every sensation as she approached climax. He was surprised to find himself so close to filling her for the second time. Her climax set off his, and he wasn't truly conscious enough to remember to pull out. The last thing he wanted was to leave her alone and pregnant.

Alyda melted into a pile atop him and promptly fell back asleep. Randy smiled and held her tight for a few moments as he drifted back to sleep himself.

Morning came and Randy woke up slowly. At first, he was a bit concerned by the weight on him, but then he remembered everything that had happened. His memories created a situation between them that tempted him to take advantage of her again, but he also hadn't gone to the bathroom since before they met, and his bladder felt full to bursting!

He contemplated how to gently roll her off of him, but then she giggled in her sleep. They were pressed together enough that this created a small ripple effect on his shaft. He groaned as his urge to possess her again got stronger.

Randy, control yourself man! He told himself firmly.

She moaned and ground her hips against his, clearly dreaming of having sex. Still asleep, she sighed dreamily and softly whispered: “Randy.”

The sound of his name made his heart constrict almost painfully, and his desire to have her again made him lose all control. He grabbed hold of her hips and moved her body in concert with his. However, his shaft was trapped between them, and her weight was pressing on him enough to make shifting to enter her difficult.

Her eyes opened ever so slightly to gaze at him. She wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to wake up just yet. Alyda made it as easy for him as possible to roll her off him and then squeaked just a bit as he pulled her to him. Her back was now against his chest, and she purred, thinking this was the perfect position to snuggle up and go back to sleep.

Using one arm under her chest to hold her close, Randy lifted her leg with his other arm and pulled her hips into his so that he could enter her as deeply as possible. He shifted his hand from her thigh to the soft hair covering her womanhood. His fingers searched until they found her clitoris as he slowly slid in and out of her.

Alyda was soon wide awake and screaming: “Oh Gods!” She writhed and thrashed as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.

Randy moaned and then grunted as he filled her up once more. Both panted heavily for several moments, not daring to move. Once their breathing had calmed, Alyda shifted to face him. She gave him a lingering kiss.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely. “I have never before had such incredible sex.” She kissed him again a couple more times. “I think I love you already and I'm happy I married you.”

Of course, the computerized voice in his head only knew the word married, but he got the gist of it anyway. He was glad he wasn't expected to reply, because he had no idea what to say. Instead, he pulled her into a hug so that she couldn't see the guilty look on his face.

I never intended for any of this to happen. I just want to get back to my ship...

Alyda's bladder suddenly demanded relief now, and she realized that he must need to go as well. She crawled out of bed, helping his hand caress her body as she did so. Then she held his hand as she beckoned for him to follow her, which he promptly did. She led him into a huge bathroom containing a toilet, shower, and a separate big oval bathtub.

Alyda shyly ignored him so that she could use the toilet first, and then turned on the shower as he took his turn. At the sound of the toilet flushing, Alyda turned to take his hand again. She gently pulled him into the shower with her, grinning as her eyes thoroughly appreciated his nudity.

At first, Alyda merely helped him wash his body, but she loved the way he felt and couldn't keep her hands off of him. Randy's lips twisted into a wry smile. He was happy that she liked what she saw; he certainly liked the way her body looked.

A few minutes later, Randy couldn't believe that he was hard again so soon! Three times in less than 12 hours was his personal record, and if she kept this up, he was sure to break it.

Alyda scrubbed and fondled his rigid shaft and balls in fascination. His skin felt so soft and velvety smooth, and yet his shaft was hard in contrast. She wondered what it would be like to suck on him again.

Randy groaned in pleasure and leaned against the wall, wondering if all newly wedded couples had this much sex during their first two days of marriage. He forced his mind to wander a bit to delay the inevitable, and found himself wondering what it would be like to bring her with him when he left. There wasn't much to do most of the time, and sex would be a wonderful way to pass the time.

Alyda took the time to learn what pleased him, practicing every technique she could think of using her mouth, tongue, and hands. Randy silently agreed with himself that no woman had ever done a better job. She had him hovering near the edge of climax, and his need to possess her grew so intense that he was dangerously close to devolving into a mindless beast.

He stepped back, gesturing for her to give him a moment to calm down, and then he helped her to her feet. He turned her around, pulled her body close, and held her hips steady with one arm as he pushed her torso closer to the wall with the other.

Alyda placed her hands on the wall to brace herself, eagerly complying when she felt him spread her legs apart with his knee. His hands shifted to her hips, pulling her into him as he entered her.

Shifting to rest her cheek on the wall, Alyda moved one of her hands to nestle between her legs. Her fingers quickly located what she sought. Her breathing increased dramatically, escaping from her in gasps.

The bathroom walls made each one of their grunts, moans, and cries of pleasure much louder than normal. Rather than attempt to be quiet, the couple gave into the heady pleasure of vocalizing as loudly as they wanted. Even so, Alyda was glad that there was no one else in her house to hear her!

Randy found that he had stamina to spare! He felt so incredible as time passed, and even though he had no idea how long he had been thrusting, he was certain that it couldn't have been less than a half an hour. He'd felt that Alyda's fingers had already teased an orgasm from her, and she was about to experience a second one.

Alyda smiled as she recognized the nearly familiar sensation of his impending climax. She had no idea how to describe it, but it almost felt like he got wider for a moment. Whatever it was, it pushed her over the edge, and the two of them cried out their pleasure in unison.

They finished their shower, each trying and failing to keep their hands to themselves. Alyda randomly kissed him about a hundred times by the time that they finished toweling dry.

Each playfully dried the other, alternating between be wacky and rough or soft and gentle with the towels. They giggled almost constantly at the silliness of their actions. Eventually, they were dry, and Alyda was tempted to stand there kissing him all day.

Her stomach – on the other hand – had other ideas. It growled at her impatiently, causing her to blush. She laced her fingers through his and led him towards the kitchen. She was so hungry that she'd swear she could smell bacon and eggs!

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Crashed and Confused - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Cheela and Hannah had left the couple alone when they reached Alyda's house, and now she was nervously wondering how to communicate to her new husband that it was time to consummate their marriage. She still held his hand, and took a moment to shyly study his hand in hers before glancing up at him curiously.

Randy noticed her light blush deepen as she opened a door to a bedroom and he nearly blushed himself! She leaned in to kiss him, her eyes fluttering closed. Without meaning to, Randy reacted by jumping back, but not so far that he let go of her hand.

“Um look, Ma'am,” Randy drawled in his native language. “This isn't right. I don't know you, and I'm not planning on staying on this planet. I realize you think we are married, but I never agreed to it. I –”

Alyda placed a finger to his lips to stop him, and uttered soothing noises. She stepped towards him, which made him nervously step back. She continued to take small steps – prompting him to try to maintain distance between them – until he discovered the bed against the back of his legs. Alyda finally managed to get close enough to kiss him.

Randy protested again. “This isn't right! We should get to know each other a bit more before we –”

Alyda silenced him with a kiss and kept on kissing him until he stopped protesting. She unexpectedly ran a hand up inside his shirt, startling him so much that he gasped and lost his balance. Without intending to, he sat on the bed, thankful that he managed to stop himself from landing flat on his back.

Alyda promptly straddled his lap, kissing him hungrily. She raked her nails up and down his back, and then pulled his shirt off completely.

Clearly this isn't the first time she has done this, Randy thought. It wasn't his first time either, but he had been alone in space for a long time. Mostly because he liked to explore, but also because he wanted to avoid his overzealous mother and the marriage she eagerly wanted to arrange for him. Oh the irony!

Alyda shifted so that she she could unfasten his pants, her hands trembling slightly as it occurred to her just how badly she wanted him. Randy decided to take a bit more control of the situation by rolling her under him. He reassured her by kissing away her protests, and then leaned away from her. Pointing at himself, he said his name as clearly as he could. “Randy.” Then, he pointed to her and waited expectantly.

“Alyda,” she stated with a smile.

“Uh-lie-da,” Randy parroted, returning her smile. “There, you see? Now we know each other just a little bit better.”

Alyda shrugged. She had no idea what he was saying, but his language sounded so sexy to her ears. She pulled his head close for another kiss, and then kissed her way along his jaw.

“Help me have the baby girl I long for,” she whispered sensually in his ear. Then she kissed and nipped his neck, pulling his hips into hers.

Randy was now certain that she wouldn't take no for an answer. He really felt like a bastard for taking advantage of her like this when he had no intention of staying with her beyond tonight. However, she was willing, and it had been such a long time since he'd last had sex.

Randy kissed her as he undressed her; exploring each part of her body with his hands and mouth. Alyda wondered if she was feeling each sensation more intensely because he wasn't from the Manhouse trying to impregnate more than one woman a day, or was it because she was married to this man? He seemed to be genuinely interested in her body, and that made her realize that she had never taken the time to truly touch... to feel a man's body before.

Suddenly, Alyda wanted to explore every part of his body! She ran her hands down his back, gently squeezing his still covered buttocks. She licked his neck and bit his shoulder. She lightly raked her nails up his back.

Her actions drove Randy crazy! Had he not already decided to have sex with her, he would have done so right then and there. He almost lost control of his determination to take his time. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep and thrust like a rutting beast, but if he did that, the experience would be over entirely too soon!

Alyda pushed him off her so that she could roll slightly atop him and bite his nipples. She trailed her tongue down his chest, and then circled his belly button. Her hands pulled his pants down just enough to expose his manhood, and she contemplated tasting him. She had never done so before because it was the job of the men in the Manhouse to arouse their visitors, not the other way around.

Randy gasped as she unexpectedly took him into her mouth. He wasn't particularly long, but even so, he couldn't quite fit in her mouth. She fondled his balls as she sucked on him, and he had to think of a few unpleasant things to stop himself from filling her mouth on the spot!

When her wonderful enthusiasm became too much – and he knew he would shoot his load if he didn't stop her that second – he pushed her away and happily returned the favor.

At first, Alyda didn't feel anything particularly special about having his tongue between her netherlips, but then he found a spot that made her body melt! If a human body could turn into lava, she was sure this must be what it would feel like.

So this is clitoral stimulation, huh? Alyda thought. Reading about it in an anatomy book definitely did not prepare one for the intensity of the real thing! If she had known it would feel like this, she would have taken to masturbating every chance she got! Which wouldn't be all that often considering how busy she usually was.

Those men in the Manhouse could certainly use a class in expanding their skills...

Randy knew he must be doing something right because her whole body started to quake. However, she seemed to have stopped breathing and almost looked like she was afraid of something. The next moment, she gasped for breath, and then nearly screamed. Her cries gradually turned to panting, and she began to squirm out of his grasp.

Randy decided that it was time to relocate his mouth and sucked on one of her nipples. He had also convinced himself to do the gentlemanly thing and stop himself from going any farther... but then she shifted her body so that they were hip to hip and he was pressing into her. Her eyes were clearly begging him to enter her, and his resolve vaporated.

So much for doing the gentlemanly thing! Randy mentally sighed. He paused a moment to kick off his pants, and then pulled her legs up over his hips. He made his first thrust slow and smooth, burying himself as deep as he could go.

Alyda met his next thrust with one of her own, and marveled again at how much better this felt than copulating with the men in the Manhouse. She inhaled in astonishment when Randy pulled almost all the way out and then firmly reburied himself as deeply as possible. He repeated his action over and over, causing her body to rock almost violently.

Alyda grunted with each thrust, loving how confident – almost bordering on forceful – he was. She ground her hips into his, moaning and sighing at how unbelievably good this felt. Gradually, his pace changed and he grew less forceful as he thrust faster and faster. His thrusts were punctuated with a motion that stimulated her clitoris, causing her to reach climax once again.

She dug her nails into his back and loudly announced her orgasm for all to hear. Her rippling inner muscles did their best to give him an orgasm as well, but he held still and resisted. He was nowhere near ready to finish yet. Hell! It had only been a half an hour at best!

He abruptly withdrew and stroked her body as if he were petting a cat. She moaned and arched her body into his hand. Once his need to fill her with his hot juices had passed, he rolled her onto her stomach, lifted her hips a bit, and then reentered her with a possessive thrust.

This was already officially the longest session of sex Alyda had ever had, and she had a feeling that he would make it last all night if he could! She sighed happily and mentally thanked her friends for dragging her to the Marriage Market before she could change her mind. If not for them, she probably would never have gathered up the courage to actually go to the Market, and then he would have died...

Randy did his best to fulfill her premonition by changing positions whenever he came too close to finishing. Eventually though, he grew exhausted and decided that it was time. He intended to withdraw completely rather than fill her, but at the last moment, she locked her legs around him. With a sigh of longing, he surrendered to the need to be as deeply inside her as he could, pumping her full.

She wrapped her arms around him, inviting him to lay on top of her. Randy didn't really have a choice – unless he wanted to be rude and push her arms away – so he carefully lowered himself onto her and got comfortable.

She's surprisingly soft and cuddly, he thought as he drifted off to sleep, still firmly planted inside her for the moment.

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Crashed and Confused - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Come on Alyda!You only have a few days before you return to the country. If you wait until you come back, you'll have turned 25!”

“So? What does it matter if I turn 25?” Alyda asked defensively.

“Don't you want a daughter? I clearly remember you mentioning how much you'd like to have a daughter before you turn 25,” Cheela stated.

“Well yes...” Alyda answered hesitantly.

“And it's not like you haven't done it before,” Hannah added.

“Exactly! I have done it before – too many times – and I just don't see the point in trying anymore. Neither the visits to the Manhouse nor the Fertility Clinic have made the slightest bit of difference. The doctors, healers, and specialists all say that there isn't a reason I'm not conceiving and that I should just keep trying, but I just...” Alyda shrugged, shook her head slightly, and then sighed.

“Do you find the visits to the Manhouse unpleasant?” Cheela wondered.

“It's not that,” Alyda assured her friend with a grin. “I... I think... I want... to...”

“Yes?” Hannah prompted impatiently.

“Get married?” Alyda whispered uncertainly and fiddled her fingers nervously as she stared at her hands. She was afraid that her friends would think she was crazy!

“Married?!” Her two best friends asked incredulously, and then squealed happily for their friend. “Married!!!”

Due to the purposely low population of men, there was not enough men to go around. Therefore, most women chose to remain single or enter into lesbian relationships. However, their society was founded on the principles of tolerance and acceptance for all, so Alyda's decision to get married was a cause for celebration.

“Quick Hannah!” Cheela cried out.

“Right! Before she wavers!” Hannah agreed and they each grabbed one of Alyda's hands and dragged her with them.

“Where are you taking me?” Alyda demanded in amusement.

“The afternoon session of the Market is due to begin soon!” They exclaimed.

“The Market?!” Alyda gasped nervously.

*****

Inside the Market, Alyda had a front row seat, thanks to her overly enthusiastic friends. The session was about to start, but there weren't many women here today. This meant that Alyda might actually get to choose from a good selection. Normally, there were only three or four men to choose from and maybe about 12 women looking for a husband.

Today, there seemed to be only two other women interested and – fortuitously – the manager said they had a half dozen men available. Each man was brought out dressed in a plain white tee shirt and sturdy brown work pants. The manager gave a brief description of each, ending with:

“As for this man, not much is known about him. The woman that brought him to the Market claims that he fell from the sky! It is true that he does not speak our language.

“He has been at market for an unprecedented five days now, and if no one will take him today, we must decide whether to send him to a different Market... or kill him... Chances are good that it will be the latter. Does anybody care to save his life?”

“I will!” Alyda volunteered before she realized what she was doing. She blushed, embarrassed by her outburst, but even so, firmly repeated. “I will.”

“Very well,” the Manager said with a smile. “Please come forward and claim him.”

Cheela grabbed Alyda's sleeve and hissed: “Alyda! What are you doing? If no one else wants him, there must be something wrong with him!”

“I don't think so. Plus, I can't just let him die!” Alyda shook Cheela off, and then walked up to the manager. Her feet managed to travel the entire distance despite her inner turmoil. Even though she had decided to get married, and even though she truly did want to save this man's life, this was all happening so very quickly!

“I'm happy you chose him,” the manager smiled. “Other than not speaking our language and a few minor outbursts due to miscommunication, he has been really pleasant and friendly. We think his name is Randy.”

The manager scanned Alyda's ID chip and updated Randy's record to reflect that he belonged to her now. She gestured for Alyda to escort her new husband into the ceremony hall.

Alyda took hold of Randy's hand and gently pulled him in the direction indicated. The ceremony was simple and merely symbolic as the marriage was official the moment the manager had updated his records.

Randy had spent the last week trying to communicate that he merely needed fuel to be on his way. He had been frustrated and angry to find that not only did they largely ignore him, but that they seemed to be auctioning him off as a slave.

Every now and then, an odd computerized voice would sound in his head. It seemed to be trying to speak his language, and the word repeated most often was Market – which rather confirmed his theory that he was going to be sold into slavery.

Their auctions were unlike any he had ever been to. He was introduced with the other slaves – all men, for some reason – and rather than bidding, the women in the audience would simply indicate which slave they wanted. If there was more than one woman interested in a man, they each put their name in a box and the man drew a name at random, as far as he could tell.

The people who worked at the Market all treated him kindly and fed him well... Unless he acted against their wishes; in which case, they would isolate him and limit his food for a few hours.

The rest of the men all seemed happy and excited about their impending slavehood, and Randy couldn't figure out why. He also wasn't sure why no one had bought him yet as apparently no other man lasted longer than three sessions. Not having anything to do but listen to the other men talk in their unknown language was downright frustrating!

Randy had decided to play along for now. After all, his “owner” might try to understand him, and anything had to be better than staying in this prison-like place! He followed his new “owner” curiously. She was trembling slightly, and seemed to be extremely nervous about this new slave of hers. Yet, she held his hand firmly, as if she knew she had no reason to be afraid of him.

She stopped them in front of a man who was dressed elaborately and spoke to her with the tone of a wise counselor.

“This is a blessèd occasion. I sincerely wish for happiness in your union, and hope you may be blessed with as many daughters as you desire. Have you brought some rings with you, or would you like to choose from our small selection?”

“I... I rather jumped into this quite suddenly,” Alyda murmured, glancing at her two friends that were standing witness. “So, I did not have time to select rings. Please, feel free to choose whatever you think would suit us the best.”

“Of course,” the man smiled and mentally pondered the selection of rings. He turned and pulled out a small drawer from a small cabinet full of small drawers behind him. “I think these will suit you well.”

Alyda watched as he placed the rings on her palm. One was a thick gold band carved with a manly design, and the other was a breathtaking opal set in a dainty yet sturdy gold band. Alyda smiled, nodded, and then turned to face her new husband. She handed her to him and placed his on his left ring finger as the priest recited blessings.

Randy's jaw nearly dropped as he watched her slide the ring on his finger. This ceremony of slavehood was eerily similar to marriage ceremonies on most planets; an echo from a long ago common ancestry.

Randy noticed his new “owner” wiggle her left ring finger expectantly. Taking a deep breath, he took a moment to steady his hands, and then carefully slipped the ring onto her finger.

Alyda blushed as the ceremonial wise man bade her to kiss her groom. She placed one hand on the back of his neck and stepped closer to him. Raising up on tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his for three heartbeats, and then stepped back.

Randy was pale from shock. What kind of Master kisses her slave? This now felt even more like a wedding ceremony, and Randy had never been interested in getting married.

The hall was actually full of people – most of whom worked at the Market. They all clapped and cheered, and then a woman showed them to a dining area featuring six or so tables, each laden with a banquet and a small but unmistakeable wedding cake. Randy was more confused than ever!

He followed the pretty and petite woman who held his left hand, sat at a table next to her, and then tried to figure out how a man could get married without saying anything or signing any documents.

He briefly studied the two women sitting at the table with them as they filled plates for the newlyweds. Mostly, his eyes kept returning to his “owner” or “wife” or whatever she was supposed to be. She continued to hold his left hand with her right, which meant that she was eating with her left hand, which seemed a bit awkward for her.

Gradually, the dining room filled up with people, and the computerized voice in his head would utter one word fairly frequently: Market. Slowly, it learned another often repeated word: Marriage. And worse! The two went together: Marriage Market!

The two other women set the small wedding cake in front of them and there was no denying it any longer. I'm married!!!

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