pulled her ship in closer to the hull of the Keelon vessel. The others turned, without orders, and targeted what little weapons they had at the sourced of the beam and attacked. Mason joined them.
Sammie’s plane shook violently, and the Keelons beam cut out for a short time. As the men tried to radio her to see if she was injured, Mason found himself in knots. Nothing could happen to her. The men would never forgive themselves. It had nothing to do with the fact that she was the only woman in their squadron, but those reasons didn’t matter now. Mason had to keep it together for all of them.
Her radio stayed silent, but her plane was in the air. As she steered away from the Keelon vessel, another larger beam of light engulfed all four ships. The huge net momentarily stunned them all. Mason radioed for help from the base. They were under attack and possibly being taken prisoner.
Changing to the special Nevada frequency, he repeated his call for help in more detail. The odds of rescue weren’t very good. As the ships were drawn close to the UFO, a large door slid open. Mason tried to memorize it all. The details of Keelon vessels remained a mystery. Mason felt as if he were breathing a mist. The fog clouded his brain, and he shook his head for clarity.
Their crafts hovered just outside the Keelon ship’s entrance as Mason’s world went black. He had no regrets except one: Sammie had no idea how much she meant to the men. The Keelons had won this round, but Mason knew if his group lived, it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
* * * *
Sammie woke naked. Her head rested on a strong shoulder. Body heat surrounded her. As her eyes focused, she realized her other squadron members were with her and equally naked. Momentarily distracted by the view of their gorgeous bodies, muscled and trained by the Air Force, Sammie fought her attraction. Looking beyond the men, she saw they were locked up.
The room was small, with nothing in it. Not even a bench. It reminded her of a holding cell in a jail. The bars were set wide apart, however. Immediately, she tried to slip through and Mason called out to her.
A shock threw her back into the men. Dorian and Jonah caught her.
“We’re trapped,” she said.
“It’s okay.” Mason hugged her to him. “We’ll be fine. We’ll give them what they want.”
“They want?” Sammie felt the air change.
Six strong male hands were on her in a very intimate way. She pinched herself. It had to be a dream. Her fantasies were sort of like this. But she didn’t wake up. Instead, Mason kissed her. All the men had dark brown hair and brown eyes. They could be related. Dorian was bigger in sheer size. Mason was leaner and more commanding. Jonah was playful and flirty with a body every woman on the base drooled over. He loved to show it off.
She reached out and rubbed over muscle after muscle. Growing bold, she gripped Jonah’s cock; he was hard for her. They’d never once made a move in her direction. Forget that it was against Air Force regulations to get involved within your unit or with your superior, they’d been together so long she didn’t care about the rules. She loved them all, which was the crux of her problem. No one man showed more interest than the others, how could she choose?
Now, it seemed as though there was no problem at all. Dorian kissed her mouth, and she pressed her body to his massive form. He was hard, too. His cock was large and curved slightly. After all the years they’d worked together, she didn’t know everything about them. These details aroused her. Sammie wanted to learn every detail. She pushed Dorian toward the wall, but he guided her to the center of the small room.
Right the shocking walls. Her brain was muddled with sexual desire and something more she couldn’t explain. Maybe, they’d been drugged?
“Why are we locked up?” she asked.
“They want us to breed.” Jonah knelt between her legs and kissed her inner thighs.
“Breed?” She
Sammie’s plane shook violently, and the Keelons beam cut out for a short time. As the men tried to radio her to see if she was injured, Mason found himself in knots. Nothing could happen to her. The men would never forgive themselves. It had nothing to do with the fact that she was the only woman in their squadron, but those reasons didn’t matter now. Mason had to keep it together for all of them.
Her radio stayed silent, but her plane was in the air. As she steered away from the Keelon vessel, another larger beam of light engulfed all four ships. The huge net momentarily stunned them all. Mason radioed for help from the base. They were under attack and possibly being taken prisoner.
Changing to the special Nevada frequency, he repeated his call for help in more detail. The odds of rescue weren’t very good. As the ships were drawn close to the UFO, a large door slid open. Mason tried to memorize it all. The details of Keelon vessels remained a mystery. Mason felt as if he were breathing a mist. The fog clouded his brain, and he shook his head for clarity.
Their crafts hovered just outside the Keelon ship’s entrance as Mason’s world went black. He had no regrets except one: Sammie had no idea how much she meant to the men. The Keelons had won this round, but Mason knew if his group lived, it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
* * * *
Sammie woke naked. Her head rested on a strong shoulder. Body heat surrounded her. As her eyes focused, she realized her other squadron members were with her and equally naked. Momentarily distracted by the view of their gorgeous bodies, muscled and trained by the Air Force, Sammie fought her attraction. Looking beyond the men, she saw they were locked up.
The room was small, with nothing in it. Not even a bench. It reminded her of a holding cell in a jail. The bars were set wide apart, however. Immediately, she tried to slip through and Mason called out to her.
A shock threw her back into the men. Dorian and Jonah caught her.
“We’re trapped,” she said.
“It’s okay.” Mason hugged her to him. “We’ll be fine. We’ll give them what they want.”
“They want?” Sammie felt the air change.
Six strong male hands were on her in a very intimate way. She pinched herself. It had to be a dream. Her fantasies were sort of like this. But she didn’t wake up. Instead, Mason kissed her. All the men had dark brown hair and brown eyes. They could be related. Dorian was bigger in sheer size. Mason was leaner and more commanding. Jonah was playful and flirty with a body every woman on the base drooled over. He loved to show it off.
She reached out and rubbed over muscle after muscle. Growing bold, she gripped Jonah’s cock; he was hard for her. They’d never once made a move in her direction. Forget that it was against Air Force regulations to get involved within your unit or with your superior, they’d been together so long she didn’t care about the rules. She loved them all, which was the crux of her problem. No one man showed more interest than the others, how could she choose?
Now, it seemed as though there was no problem at all. Dorian kissed her mouth, and she pressed her body to his massive form. He was hard, too. His cock was large and curved slightly. After all the years they’d worked together, she didn’t know everything about them. These details aroused her. Sammie wanted to learn every detail. She pushed Dorian toward the wall, but he guided her to the center of the small room.
Right the shocking walls. Her brain was muddled with sexual desire and something more she couldn’t explain. Maybe, they’d been drugged?
“Why are we locked up?” she asked.
“They want us to breed.” Jonah knelt between her legs and kissed her inner thighs.
“Breed?” She
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