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“Make him pay.”
    Her body
was pounded, forcing her to bounce up and down over the creaking table.  Her
long hair flew back and forth with her unbridled wails of ecstasy.  Once she
managed to prop herself up on her elbows, her large tits swayed like tanned
pendulums, allowing her hardened nipples to barely graze the rough surface over
and over.
    The
Captain slowly built up his speed, jerking his fingers back and forth over
Alice’s bud with a raw fury that made her screams wild.
    “Don’t
let him,” he forced his way into her and pressed down against her swollen
clit.  His voice inside of her head lowered into a hiss, “Don’t let him feel
this.”
    At that
moment, Alice’s body exploded.  She bucked her small body against her alien
lover with raspy cries and wails of ecstasy.  The inside of her already slick
channel flooded with a rush of her fluids.  Each and every nerve in her body
throbbed from the intense release.
    Before
the racing waves could finish their path through Alice’s body, the Captain
forced his throbbing cock into her one last time and unleashed a torrent of his
hot seed deep inside of her.
    “I
won’t,” Alice gasped as the sticky cum was pounded into her.  “I won’t let
him.”
    The
Captain leaned down over her, letting his lips graze the thin, glistening layer
of dew that covered her neck and said softly, “Good.”
    Alice
had paid her debt in full.  The alien men, after bidding her a sad goodbye,
lulled her to sleep in a special chamber for the months-long journey ahead.
    As her
eyelids grew heavy and she looked out at them through the clear glass, her gaze
fixed on the Captain.  The last thing that she saw was the shining glimmer in
his eye.
    Don’t
let him .
     
    ---
     
    One
thousand and ninety-five days after being torn from the only life that she ever
knew, Alice’s bare feet dug into a wet patch of soil near the edge of Anacostia
Park.  The sweet smell of freshly-trampled grass bit at the inside of her nose
and rolled down into her lungs.
    Alice
closed her eyes and let herself fall back into the sticky ground.  So much time
had passed; so much had happened.  How, as she lay there with her arms and feet
splayed out in every direction, was she supposed to get back everything that
had been lost?  Where was her salvation?
    After a
good, long time, Alice closed her eyes and asked the most important question of
all:
    “Where
is that son of a bitch?”
    As
driven as she was, the blonde mistress couldn’t help but lie there for over an
hour.  She watched the serene puffs of white roll through the perfectly blue
sky above her.  Every so often a flock of birds would flap by and disappear
into the trees just beyond her view.  The sights were welcome, even if their
beauty made her angrier with every second that passed.  She wondered about the
things that she missed out on; about the people she used to know.
    A lot
can happen in three years.
    With a
high-pitched squeal that made her jump, a small child call out for her mother
and prompted Alice to snap out of the emotional whirl-wind that raged inside of
her head.  She scrambled to her feet and took off like a bullet, running for
the old streets that she used to know so well.
     
    ---
     
    Alice
ran her hands through her platinum locks as she stared into the scratched gas
station mirror.  They had grown much longer over the years and reached down to
her rounded behind.  Her clothes, which were on her when she was returned, were
simple: a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top.
    Gripped
in her hands was a pair of long, shining scissors.  Alice bundled her hair up
with her free hand and sighed.
    “Time
for a change.”
    With a
few quick snips, over a foot of her silky hair cascaded onto the grungy tile
floor near her sneakers, leaving behind just enough to barely touch her sloping
shoulders.  Alice dropped the scissors into the sink and started out of the
door.
    It
wasn’t long before she was hot on the Senator’s