Genesis by Kaitlyn O'Connor Page B

Sheloni ship within days of each other … and both referred to Earth, which he’d come to realize was their name for their home world.
    Unless they were from related tribes but two different worlds in the same solar system?
    That seemed plausible, though it didn’t explain the subtle difference in their appearances and the difference in their languages.
    He would have liked to have mastered their language so that he would know how closely he had guessed the situation, begin to understand the miniature aliens better, and perhaps from that figure out just what the Sheloni had in mind. Unfortunately, he was far too interested in the one who called herself Bri to be able to focus his thoughts on learning her tongue. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he found his mind wandering to the expressions that flickered across her face, the movements of her lips and her hands, the subtle fragrance that clung to her, the smoothness of her skin, the rise and fall of her breasts beneath the thing she wore--but mostly to the darker pink lips of her tup, which he’d caught just enough of a glimpse of, that the desire to thoroughly investigate it was driving him slowly insane.
    He could tell himself that it was because he had not been able to pinpoint enough reference words to understand their sentence structure all he wanted--and that was true--but it was because he had not paid close enough attention to what Bri was saying. There were some words she used often enough he should have been able to grasp their meaning--if he could’ve prevented his mind from wandering.
    His obsession with Bri, Kole discovered when the Sheloni sent their droid to fetch him, was going to be his downfall.

    Chapter Seven

    Kole’s first clue that this was no mere examination to assess his injuries and repair damage if necessary came when he saw that the examination room had two tables and that both were configured for a purpose other than a simple examination.
    The second was when he discovered that the Sheloni had ‘inadvertently’ left on a monitor that was focused on Bri’s sleeping form.
    And the third clue came when, instead of escorting him back as soon as they had mended his cracked ribs, they moved ‘the device’ over his groin.
    He hadn’t experienced this particular form of torture before, but he had heard about it from those who had.
    Sweat instantly began to form on his pores and fury to roil within his veins.
    He should have realized something was up when they didn’t gas him. There was only one reason, after all, that it would be more important to them to have him lucid than docile from the drugs.
    He wasn’t capable of an erection much less release if he was drugged.
    He gritted his teeth, feeling a sense of triumph threading through his anger.
    If they thought staring at Bri on the screen was going to be enough to push him over the edge, they were going to find that they were mistaken.
    “Your cooperation will be appreciated in extracting a specimen,” one of the Sheloni told him as he was hooked up to the ‘milking’ machine and felt it close snugly around his flaccid member, using the mechanical voice they communicated with the Hirachi with since they were incapable of forming the words of his language.
    “Appreciate it all you like,” he snarled. “You won’t get it.”
    They couldn’t form facial expressions like the Hirachi either since the muscles in their faces didn’t allow for it, but he saw the perpetual grimace the creatures wore relax in what was their closest approximation to an expression of amusement.
    “Perhaps,” the creature responded.
    The response made Kole long to wrap his fingers around the thing’s neck and squeeze until its eyes popped from the sockets, but they’d restrained him as soon as he’d entered the examination room, and, in any case, he knew one of the droids in the room would frustrate any attempt on his part to harm the Sheloni. They moved slowly, but they processed at