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their strength definitely a
trait apparent in the whole of the species. Standing now, these
females still towered over her and intimidation crept back–if they
wanted, they could do anything to her. Something in the atmosphere
dispelled the thought. There was almost a fizz of happiness between
the women . S he could detect no threat or malice. For now, at
least.
    The shortest one slipped her hand into Jillian’s and held it . The skin was so
wonderfully soft she had to restrain herself from moving her
fingers across it out of curiosity .
Then she was led out of her
prison, finally, into the warm, fresh air of the
village.
    Although she had been able to poke her head from her hut,
there was something refreshing and free about finally being able to
stand outdoors, to feel the gentle breeze flow over her. Jillian tilted her head backwards to
the sky–resplendent azure and purple–and took a deep breath of air
as sweet as honey. The women were impatient and carried on moving
as she did so, but she didn’t care, their babbling mere background
noise for the moment as she relished the movement in her legs, life
and feeling returning slowly to her muscles.
    She had to practically jog to keep up with the strides of
the aliens as they led her away from the main center of the
village. Twisting so that she could see the dwellings disappear
behind her, she saw many of the creatures stop what they were doing
and stare at her with great interest. The joy of being untied and
moved morphed into a mild alarm as Jillian noticed that she was being led towards the red
growth of the forest. A small pathway took them into the
wilderness, and she strained to try and make out some words that
might give her a clue as to what to expect.
    Before
she was able to decipher any though, everyone came to a standstill.
Jillian surveyed the scene before her. They had reached a small
clearing–in the middle of which lay a still, deep green body of
water, its surface glistening with dappled sunlight beaming through
the tendrils of the trees. It was so beautiful and
serene.
    To her
shock, the females put down the bags they had been carrying, and
suddenly three pairs of hands were on her. In her surprise, she
lifted her arms to her head, and one of them took this opportunity
to peel her black top from her. The others removed her belt and
tugged at her trousers–unfamiliar with the clasps holding them
up.
    “ How does this work?” One of them
puffed, confused at the zip mechanism.
    “ Just pull on them, Shana. Come
on, we need to get her in the water, we haven’t got all
day.”
    Jillian surmised that
they intended to allow her to wash. She almost collapsed with the
relief of it–she was grimy and filthy, no further encouragement was
needed. She helped Shana, the one fumbling with her zip, by undoing
her boots and stepping out of the leather
herself.
    The
three women stood back and ran their eyes across Jillian’s light
olive-tinted, naked flesh. Instead of feeling self-conscious, she
felt strangely empowered. She knew her body was different from
these others, and was happy to let them look at her curves–thinking
she would have done exactly the same had the situation been
reversed.
    The
aliens rushed her, delighted. With gentle hands, she was guided
into the delicious coolness of the water. They splashed it up onto
her and Jillian started to rub the dirt of the last three days
away.
    “ Let us.” Shana instructed, holding her arms still. The
three females soaked and washed her with such delicate touches that Jillian felt tears
prick her eyes. She had missed contact, she missed being touched,
and so she relented submissively as she let herself be cleaned.
Even when they leant her back to wet her hair–she moved without
resistance, luxuriating in the contact, the soft water lapping
against her head.
    Disappointingly soon, she was moved to the bank of the
pool, where one opened the bag to reveal a myriad of colored
bottles. Each took one, and tipped a