S1 Week 1 EP 34

*How the fuck am I going to get out of bed and move this morning?* A groan left my lips. Parts of my body I didn’t realize I had, ached like a motherfucker. *Namely, my clit, the hood of my clit, and all things related to or pertaining to my pussy.*

The sun’s rays warmed my skin. Slowly, I rolled over, and my eyes sprung open. A large portion of the tribe’s eyes were on me. Well, not all of them, but a hell of a lot more than needed.

“Okay, then,” I grumbled under my breath.

Feeling awkward, I exited the makeshift bed of leaves and furs, totally nude. An overwhelming sense of embarrassment hit me square in the chest. My thoughts jumbled into a mess of garbled words. But a need to piss sent me running for the jungle tree line—okay, a little bush.

Every muscle screamed at me to go back to bed, but I couldn’t. Once I’d emptied my bladder and doused my arms in water from the nearby stream, I returned to camp.

Garak sat with the elders with a smug-ass grin while the woman and children prepared food.

A rather petite woman with a club in her hand smiled at me and pointed to the ground. “E-leen,” she said, motioning for me to sit.

My stomach growled, and I nodded, understanding her gesture. Then I plopped myself next to her, wishing I could relieve the tension and ache in my breasts by expressing the excess milk from my tits.

“A-she-A. Me. Eat.” She touched her chest. “E-leen. Eat.”

That’s when I realized her name wasn’t Asha but AsheA. She handed me a piece of fruit, one I didn’t recognize, and then a crude knife.

“Oh, I get it.” I took the blade and sliced the skin off.

She mimicked my movements, and I understood. This was her version of a How-to-101 course. And I was about to get a crash course on surviving in their world.

Something the fucking Grays hadn’t even bothered to do. No, those fuckers injected my body full of hormones and who knows what else and then dumped me here.

*If I see one of those little fuckers, I’m gonna…*

A high-pitched cry had my head whipping to the side as I tried to locate the source. A cavewoman held an infant in a football hold, offering the baby her breast.

The baby rooted and then latched on, taking long drags of milk. My nipples tingled, and soon, thoughts of Garak latching on to my breasts and sucking my creamy goodness made heat pool between my legs.

*What the fuck did the Grays given me?* And how the hell was that shit still in my system?

Over the next hour, AsheA showed me how to peel the outer skin off the fruit and then slice the insides into a bowl, a cup-like object of dried leaves and compacted dirt. Then, we smashed the soft chunks with a rounded stone, creating a thick paste.

By the time we had finished chopping and mashing the fruit, a group of men had returned, and the others gathered around a large open fire pit.

Garak made his way over to us. The proud, yet, possessive look on his face and the bounce in his step told me he still considered me his mate.

*Do I want that?* I wasn’t certain.

Sure, the sex was great, but beyond that, what else did we really have in common? Plus, I needed to find a way home, and from the looks of things here, their technology was centuries away from space flight.

Garak’s gaze met mine, his eyes raking over my body. He seemed pleased with whatever he saw because he immediately grabbed me, held me to his side, and then pointed to his mouth.

“Eat. Ashe-A.” He gestured to her, then to the communal area.

*Why did he speak with such crude, broken English when speaking to some of the tribe members?*

Then it hit me; he was one of them, but not really.

*So, is he like me? A science experiment discarded by the Grays?* My gaze bounced around, trying to figure out how many others might not truly belong in this primitive environment.

The woman, AsheA, clapped, clearly happy with herself. Then she ran over to a fire pit and sat beside an older woman, one with long gray hair and wrinkles. AsheA pointed to me and said something in a language I didn’t understand, and then the older woman nodded.

The atmosphere thickened with an undeniable energy as the old woman’s gaze flicked between me and AsheA. I felt completely exposed, not just physically but emotionally, like a deer in the headlights of a runaway freight train. My heart raced, and I set my jaw, ready for whatever was coming next.

AsheA drew closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“E-leen,” she chirped, then gestured around. “Tribe… food.”

“Uhm, what’s in this?” The mixture looked like a cross between a mud-pie soup and seaweed.

She mimicked eating again, shoving her fingers into the dish, and then to her mouth, and I got it—she wanted me to join them in this communal feast.

Part of me cringed at the thought of sitting among these people while still grappling with my own transformation into something unrecognizable. But deep down, another part thrummed with curiosity.

“Okay. Okay, already.” I nodded slowly.

This was my chance to integrate further; if I could learn their customs and culture, maybe I could see what others knew about the Grays. And maybe, if lucky, I could find a way back to Earth—or at least build some sort of life here that didn’t involve purely surviving or fucking.

As we settled around the fire pit, more men returned from their hunt, displaying the fruits of their labor: a massive, furry creature that resembled a cross between a wild boar and a giant rabbit—fitting for this strange world. They began to carve it up while chatting among themselves in rapid-fire grunts and gestures that seemed oddly harmonious.

I caught Garak’s eye again as he flitted from one end of the tribe to the other, distributing chunks of meat and exchanging playful banter. The warmth in his gaze sent a jolt through me; it was like he understood the chaos swirling within me—the pull toward him yet the constant reminder of my former life gnawing at my insides.

AsheA nudged my side playfully. “Eat!” she insisted again, pushing a piece of grilled meat toward me. It smelled smoky and delicious—my stomach growled in response.

I hesitated before taking a bite—it was juicy and seasoned with what must’ve been herbs from the jungle. An explosion of flavors traveled across my tongue as

“Not bad,” I admitted, eyeing her approval as she watched me intently.

“Good! E-leen grow strong!” She grinned widely at my reaction, clearly pleased to see me eating.

The fire crackled as we ate together—a blend of laughter and chatter swirling around us like a warm blanket on a cold night. At that moment, surrounded by these people who embraced me despite my differences, I felt something shift inside—a flicker of acceptance igniting amidst all the noise inside my head.

But it hadn’t been long before shadows crept back into my thoughts as I remembered why I was really here: the Grays and their unending experiments lurking over my shoulder like dark clouds threatening rain.

Just then, Garak stepped forward again, his expression serious yet still brimming with warmth. He motioned to himself, then pointed to me.

“Come. It’s time we took our leave.” His words sounded more like a challenge than a relaxed statement. “I have something to show you.”

The air seemed to thicken with expectation as he patted his chest and locked eyes with mine. I felt an electric charge flowing between us—an invitation wrapped in desire mingled with urgency.

“If it’s your dick, big guy, I’ve already seen it, felt it, lived it.” A grin played on my lips. “And right now, I’m not sure my cooch can handle more action.”