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  “How much?” the male wanted to know.

  “Just to suck, thirty credits,” Pie-lo said in a businesslike way. “Suck and fuck together, seventy-five credits.”

  “Seventy-five?” The male frowned and the cotton-candy pink girl, Bianetta, giggled and gave him a coquettish little wave with her fingers.

  “I tell you what,” Pie-lo said. “Since you seem like such a fine male and I can tell Bianetta is longing to get her pussy filled, I’ll knock ten credits off the price. Only sixty-five to drink her nectar and give her your own in return, deep in her pussy.”

  “Done!” the male exclaimed. He looked at Bianetta lustfully. “Can’t wait to drain my balls in her.”

  “This way, sweetie…”

  Bianetta held out a hand to her customer and led him to the far end of the couch. She sat him down and unfastened his trousers so that his cock, long and dark green and throbbing, stuck out. It looked like an especially large cucumber to Harper and she shivered as Bianetta straddled the strange alien male and matter-of-factly took his green shaft deep in her pink pussy. Then she raised her stretchy top, freeing her massive breasts, and pressed them into his face.

  “Go on honey,” she cooed. “You must be thirsty—why don’t you have a drink?”

  The alien male began to suck, taking her rosy nipples deep in his mouth and pulling hard, clearly drinking her nectar as he filled her pussy with his cock. Soon both of them were moaning and neither seemed to care that they were doing something extremely private right out in front of everyone else in the tent.

  They probably wouldn’t care if they were right in the middle of the road, Harper thought dismally. That sex-milk stuff is some kind of mind-altering aphrodisiac. It makes these girls want to have sex with complete strangers and keeps them so happy and horny they never want to leave.

  Thank God she had thrown up all the sex-milk she herself had drunk…hadn’t she?

  Harper told herself uneasily she was certain she had. She’d puked so many times there was no way there was even a drop of the awful stuff left in her system. But if that was so, why were her nipples getting so tender? And why did watching Bianetta and her customer writhe and thrust and suck on the couch cause a strange throbbing between her thighs?

  “Oh!” the cotton-candy pink girl was moaning as she writhed all over the male’s lap. “Oh yes, fill me, you stud! Fill me and suck me! I’m going to come—you’re going to make me come all over your big…fat…cock!”

  “That one. I’ll take that one.”

  It took Harper a moment to drag her eyes away from the sight of Bianetta and the alien male and back to the other male with purple skin standing there, examining the waiting girls.

  “I want that one for a fuck and suck,” he said again.

  And he was pointing right at Harper.

  Chapter Seven

  “What? No!” Harper exclaimed, backing away—at least, as far as Pie-lo’s hand around her arm would let her.

  “Perhaps another, my lord,” Pie-lo said, his grip tightening on her upper arm until Harper was sure she was going to have a bruise. “This one is new. She just came to us and the sex-milk hasn’t had time to take effect. As you can see, her breasts are not even filled yet. And we cannot allow an exchange of body fluids until the safety period is over.”

  “Don’t care about her breasts.” The alien’s eyes—which were a muddy yellow color—gleamed lustfully . “And I like a girl with some fight in her. The rest here are all too eager. I like it when they scream and beg and try to stop me.”

  “So you like to rape women, is that what you’re saying?” Harper spat. “You sick bastard!”

  “Call it what you want, girlie.” He spat to one side, his eyes never leaving her body. “But if you ask me, a haughty bitch like you needs to be taken down a peg or two.” He looked back at Pie-lo. “How much for just a fuck?”

  Pie-lo frowned. “I don’t know… We run a happy tent here with willing girls. Screams and cries of pain and terror are poor advertisement for our trade.”

  “I’ll pay double the going rate and put my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet,” the male offered. “Surely you can’t pass that up.”

  “Well…” Pie-lo nodded thoughtfully. “As a matter of fact, that does sound like a fair deal. And as long as you’re not exchanging fluids with her, it won’t invalidate the sex-milk already in her system. All right—agreed. Seventy credits.”

  “Hey, wait a minute!” Harper cried, as the purple-skinned alien male paid the asking price and took her by the arm. “You can’t do this to me! I don’t belong to you! You can’t just let some evil bastard off the street come in here and…and…” But she couldn’t finish the sentence. Dread rose, thick in her throat. Harper felt like she might be sick again and this time she wouldn’t have to stick her finger down her throat to do it.

  “Now then, girlie…” Pie-lo patted her shoulder comfortingly. “Don’t you worry. You’ll forget all about it once the sex-milk takes effect.”

  “So you think it’s all right to let him rape me now because I’ll forget it later?” Harper demanded. “No—no!”

  She began to struggle in earnest but the male who had paid to use her clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries and started dragging her over to the couch.

  The other girls moved aside, their eyes wide with uncertainty. Clearly they weren’t used to such violent displays.

  Or maybe they are used to them and they just can’t remember. Maybe that awful stuff they drink erases their memories of traumatic events too, Harper thought wildly. She continued to claw and fight and kick but the alien who had chosen her was big—probably as big as Shad—and he seemed to really be enjoying her struggle.

  “That’s right—fight me,” he crooned as he forced her down onto the couch. “Put up a fight while I drain my balls in your tight little snatch.”

  His hand over her mouth shifted as he spoke and Harper was finally able to open her lips enough to get the tender meat of his palm between her teeth. She sank them in, biting as hard as she could.

  The male howled and yanked his hand away, spattering green blood across the cream colored cushions of the couch.

  Well, that’s going to stain, Harper thought distractedly. Then again, why would you pick cream as a color for a sex-couch anyway? It was just asking for trouble.

  Aloud she said, “You like that? You asked me to fight you—how does it feel, asshole?”

  “Bitch!” The alien backhanded her across the face as hard as he could.

  Harper’s head rocked back and stars exploded in front of her vision. Still, she wouldn’t give up fighting.

  “Get off!” she screamed, kicking up so that her foot connected directly with the green alien’s crotch. “Get off me, you son-of-a-bitch.”

  “I suggest you do what the lady says,” a deep, familiar voice said.

  The green alien, who was already doubling up into a ball of agony, was suddenly yanked off her and thrown to one side.

  Harper looked up to see Shad standing over her, his white eyes blazing with barely suppressed fury. She didn’t think she’d ever been so happy to see anyone in her life.

  “Oh, Shad,” she gasped, struggling to get off the hateful couch. She couldn’t help noticing the big Kindred was holding a gun-like weapon in his hand. Had he had that on him before? Or was it something he’d gotten at the market?

  “Come here, sweetheart.” He held out an arm to her and she ran to him, pressing close to his side. God, she was just so glad to see him!

  “Here now, here now!” Pie-lo and Auntie Bru-bru came bustling up, identical frowns on their faces as they stepped carefully over their still-groaning customer.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Auntie Bru-bru demanded, her blue prune features getting even prunier with disapproval. “You can’t come barging in here hurting our paying customers and grabbing the nursing girls!”

  “Your customer was about to rape my female unless I’m very much mistaken,”