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I learned several things from round one. The first? I overestimated what Earthers call their ‘humanity’. She evidently has less than I thought. I won’t make that mistake twice.

The second? She wants me. She doesn’t just want to see me or watch me, she wants . . . more.

For long moments I’m convinced I can’t give her that, then I think of what my brother risked, the price he was prepared to pay when he went into the freezing cold on the ice planet to retrieve what everyone told him would be my dead body.

Am I so selfish I’m not willing to perform a distasteful act to save him?

“Want more water?” Billy asks when she’s in front of my cell.

Her demeanor is different now. She’s not the fearful, compliant youngest in her cohort. She’s prepared for battle. And I’m her enemy.

“Of course I do, Billy. All living beings need water to stay alive.”

“What are you willing to pay for it?’’

It’s freezing down here now that the sun has set. My first goal, before seeing Annora, before rescuing my brother, is to live until morning. The blanket would help. I had a cup of water earlier, I can get by until morning without it.

“Earlier you not only wanted to see my cocks, you wanted to see them from up close. I’ll give you that for the blanket behind you. It wouldn’t even cost you a trip back up the stairs.”

I force myself to look at her. I don’t want her to see the longing in my eyes as I glance at the blanket.

“No. The blanket for a touch.”

I have very little I really want. I don’t need food, I can go for days without it. I can live without water for another day. What I do need is warmth, and I need to be released. That’s it. And to get her to let me go will cost me big. I can’t afford to give anything away cheaply.

“I understand all the males on your planet have been locked away since before you were born. You’ll never see one. You’ll never be around a male again, Billy. Never. I’m it. No other alien males are going to show up in your little town.” She scowls as her gaze darts to the other cell.

“And if you and your friends manage to capture another, do you think you’ll be left alone with them? Be able to bargain with them? What are the odds that they’ll be down here alone with you, or be as motivated as I am?

“I’m it, Billy. This is it. Your one chance. I’m a wog, an abomination, however I have not one but two cocks. The only ones you’ll ever see. Certainly, the only ones you’ll ever touch. Let me out and I’ll give you . . . more.”

My gaze spears hers. I’m too proud to verbalize the specifics of the deal, but I allow my gaze to slide down her body and lodge at the space between her legs.

“Everything?” her harsh, demanding voice has become breathless.

“We have to trust each other. I won’t give this away only to have you cheat me. You figure out a way to make the trade, to really let me go, and I’ll give you everything.”

Does she have any idea what everything is? I’ll certainly give her nothing of what I gave Annora. I will not give her kisses. My mouth will not bring her release. She’ll get what she wants—the raw act. She’ll never get me, not like I gave myself to Annora.

Am I truly in love with Annora? Is that what the warm feeling in my chest is telling me?

Could I possibly love someone after knowing them this brief span of time?

I picture her coming apart underneath me, the soft luminous look in her eyes, and know it’s true.

I love her, and unless I convince Billy to let me run, I’ll never see her again.

“Show me your cocks up close and I’ll give you the blanket. Then I’ll think about it.” She retrieves the blanket and holds it to her chest, then nods her head, signaling me to do her bidding.

I’m standing in the middle of the cell, the turquoise pants pulled to my waist, the blanket wrapped around my shoulders like a cape.

After tossing my blanket onto the mattress, it strikes me that this is my audition.

I need to make her mouth water for more.

As long as the bars remain between us, I can afford to do this.

I face the back of the cell and pull the tight pants down, one slow inch at a time.

“Like what you see?” I ask, my voice low and deliberate.

“More,” she orders.

I continue to leisurely pull the pants down, then bend to pull them off my ankles.

“Mmm,” comes out of her mouth almost like a little grunt.

I don’t know where the idea comes from, but I devise a way to turn the tables, to become the one giving the orders rather than the one taking them.

“Tell me what you want,” I command, still jackknifed in front of her, my ass on full display, my legs tight together, keeping my cocks hidden.

“M-more.”

“Tell me, Billy,” I use the seductive voice the sexbots used in the van. The voice Annora assured me they’d spent a lot of money to research. The one Earth females want.

“Turn around,” she says. This time it’s as far from an order as it could be. It’s a request.

“I want to make you feel good,” I tell her in that sexy bot voice, just like one of the Jasons did that first day in the van.

I stand, still facing away from her, and place my palms on the back of my head. Flexing for her, I say, “When we finally get together, I’m going to have you sit back. I’ll do all the work.” I’m working off the script I learned from the sexbots.

“Please,” she says. It’s almost a whimper.

I turn as slowly as possible, girding myself for the look I’m afraid I’ll see on her face. I don’t know whether I’m more afraid of seeing her repulsion at viewing the disgusting wog’s cocks, or the unrestrained desire written on her abhorrent features.

“Oh,” is all she can say as she looks me up and down. She slides into a crouch to be at eye level with them. “I can’t see the other one.”

I’m in a position to be very compliant. After this, she’s going to go upstairs and have second thoughts. She’s also going to realize how difficult it will be to open my cell and sneak me out of here. I want to motivate her.

I palm my secondary cock, trying with all my might to get myself hard in the least sexy circumstances possible.

“Are you wet for me?” I croon, just like Jason.

Her mouth has popped open, and her eyes haven’t left the action. I’m not sure she even understood my words.

Was it just a day or two ago I did this for Annora?

It was certainly one of the most erotic moments of my life.

She was so beautiful in the moonlight as it drifted in through the skylight.

My actions had transported her out of the confines of the hover.

We were both fulfilling lifelong fantasies in a magical way.

It wasn’t tawdry and demeaning like this. This is a travesty compared to that.

Now working my cocks with both hands, I make certain she sees what she came here for.

I can’t control my urge to ask, “Like what you see, Billy?” Under different circumstances, it would be cruel to make someone admit they liked something they’ve professed to loathe, but I press, “Like my cocks, Billy? Want more?”

She nods.

Perhaps I’m heartless because I say, “I didn’t hear you,” in my most persuasive tone.

“Yes. I do want more.”

I lunge toward her and pluck the blanket from between her fingers before her eyes focus. Stalking to the mattress, I wrap myself in it and sit down, most of my skin hidden from her view.

“I’ll give you everything, Billy. Figure out how to get me out of here,” my tone is harsh as I glare at her so she knows there won’t be any more negotiations.

Annora

I haven’t programmed in years because it’s not only my least favorite part of the job, there are others so much better suited to it than me. It comes back to me, though.

I’m going to use one stunner, and I’ll use the Advanced Hugh model to work the other. In our catalog we advertise that he’s the most dexterous with his hands and fingers, so he’s the obvious choice to hold the gun and work the trigger.

I’m barely hidden in this stand of trees and can’t afford to fire one laser shot. I don’t want anyone alerted to our whereabouts. I’ll just have to be satisfied that I’ve properly programmed him to point and shoot.

I give zero fucks and have no pangs of guilt about what my army and I are about to do—the guns are just stunners and the women who did this deserve far worse than I or my army can possibly dish out.

Knowing my enemies have real guns and aren’t afraid to use them, I program the other bots to form a human—or not so human—shield in front of me. I do some other programming, then herd the guys back into the van and wait.

“Any luck, Mom?” I ask when I hail her.

“We’re almost in Sioux Falls. Making record time, honey.”

“We? I thought Drennan was coming with her team and you were staying in Windy City.”

“Of course, I’m coming. I feel responsible. I’m certainly not going to let you go through this alone.”

“I’m not alone. Drennan’s on her way.” And I’ve got my sexbot army. “Drennan!” I scream over my comm. “Put my mom out at the closest all-night diner. She shouldn’t come anywhere near this shitshow. These women have guns with live ammunition and they have every intention of firing them.”

“Sorry, honey. Your comm cut out,” my mom says, “see you in a bit.”