The only survivors of a terrible crash, two women from Earth become the unwilling guests of a tribe of aliens who've lost all their women. Will Bianca and Coreen escape the Sloth-King before he makes them the "goddesses" of his tribe, or will they embrace their slavery?
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Copyright ©2012 Ashlynn Monroe
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The feeling of rough hands on her body woke Bianca from a sound and dreamless sleep. She gasped, finding herself face to face with one of her captors. It was dark, night had fallen, and she remained mute as he carried her out of the hut. Hundreds of the sloth-creatures lined the walkway between the hut and a great stone stairway.
At the top of the stairs stood a man, with Coreen at his side. Her friend was naked, but her hair had been elaborately styled. Jewels glittered from the blonde mass. Bianca felt completely confused. Is this just some crazy nightmare?
The creature that held her stopped and cut the ropes from her hands and feet. She wobbled as the blood flowed back into her limbs. "Go to the gods and offer yourself," her captor ordered.
She didn't know what he meant, but Coreen was up there so she hurried to her friend. The leader of these creatures looked human -- a very hot, and very male human. His broad shoulders and wide muscular chest and abs were amazingly tan. He wore a wild headdress of leaves, feathers, and flowers like it were a crown. The man had long black hair tied back into a ponytail. His legs were slim and muscular, and only a leather loincloth that covered his genitals. When he turned to the side, she saw that his firm, round ass cheeks were exposed. He was the only one of these aliens that looked human.
Coreen seemed comfortable with her nudity. It was all so surreal. Bianca managed to climb the steep stairs until she reached the long wide platform where her friend and the man stood. The platform was higher up than she'd first thought and when she looked back down, she felt her stomach lurch, so she quickly scrambled towards the middle of the stone and stood up on her shaky legs.
"What's going on?" she asked Coreen. The man turned to her and tugged her around to face him. His eyes glittered manically with an inhuman green light in the flicker reflection of the torches. For the first time since she'd seen her friend, she was truly afraid. Nothing good was going to happen here.
Coreen didn't move. She gazed ahead as if she were in a trance. Have they done something to her? Bianca wondered.
"You are part of our greatest prophesy. Two goddesses will fall from the sky. They will rain down in fire. Ten red moons ago our women all died, but the great fire god in the mountain told us he would send pleasure goddesses to quench the flames in our man-roots."