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The Diversion of Doris

By: Wifetheif



The depression didn't seem to be bottoming out. 1934 seemed the worst year so far. Those with jobs for grateful to have them. Many more looked in from the outside, hungry for diversions to take their minds of their misery. , Hollywood was still making money and was always up for stunts that would awe and amazed the public. Such an event as a major studio sponsoring the trans-polar air race. Doris Dowd carried her portable typewriter as she walked up the stairway to board Ethel Andres' Curtiss Model 57 Teal. As a reporter for the New York Call she would be traveling with the crew to report on the big race from the inside.

Ethel was a glamorous pilot who always produced good copy. The plane, normally carried a standard crew of three but an extra wide seat had been wedged into the craft. Ethel would be flying along with her financial backer, navigator, and often rumored lover, the dashing Chet Powell. Doris was not the kind of reporter to harp on minor details such as the fact of Chet Powell's marriage to department store heiress Joanna Huston.

In the shared small seat next to the slim, dark haired reporter was aviation mechanic Pete Brown. Pete took one look at the lovely Doris Dowd and was instantly smitten. For much of the rest of the trip he kept referring to Doris as "Doll." Doris just rolled her eyes at him. Beautiful, urbane, and sophisticated, Doris had her pick of many of New York's most prominent men. Doris had made her way into the gossip columns a few times herself. Once she was spotted with a prominent polo player, another report linked her to a certain New York baseball player.

Doris took one look at Pete and immediately wrote him off. Oh his job was glamorous enough, and he was reasonably attractive, but Pete himself was aggressively blue collar. Doris thought it no shame for a man to get a little dirt under his nails, so long as his morals and breeding did not also track through the filth. Pete was the kind of guy who was always found himself attracted to Doris. She was movie star pretty and always dressed sharply. Too many guys were like moths attracted to the flash but who had nothing, either intellectually or physically to offer the slim reporter with jet black hair. 

Pete had gotten things off to a dreadful start by comparing Doris Dowd to Snow White. "I'm not your cartoon pin up," replied Doris, "I'm a serious reporter who wants to focus on her work." It took Pete until they were halfway through Canada to take the hint and stop badgering the dish of a reporter. His boss, Ethel Anders had also told him to shut up. Quietly Pete fumed while he watched a small breeze flutter at the hem of Doris's electric green skirt.

The flight had been exciting so far. Ethel was firmly in third place. One of the German zeppelins had circled the airfield before the planes took off, and the weather had been perfect. Doris watched, fascinated at the interplay betwixt Ethel and Chet. Chet was all man. Despite the fact that he controlled the purse strings and ran the publicity campaign for Ethel, there was no question that he deferred to her at all times while flying. Doris hoped to land a man like Chet someday. In fact, if the opportunity presented itself, Doris was not above, slipping the millionaire playboy her own phone number. She cast an icy glance at a now cowed Pete Brown, "Why do I always end up sitting next to jerks?" she thought to herself.

Suddenly an orange fireball loomed out of the arctic gloom. At first Chet thought is an unusually large sun dog, but it seemed to be following Ethel's plane with obvious intelligence. Ethel tried to fly above and around the object. The fireball kept closing. The plane was suffused with a blinding white light, Ethel banked right and, to Doris's utter horror, the seat she and Pete were strapped to detached from the frame of the aircraft and tumbled across the fuselage and out the door into the open air! 

After recovering from the shock of the arctic chill, Doris had time to wonder just how big her obituary would be in the Call, then the wind and the chill vanished utterly. Doris blacked out for a second and awoke, still strapped to her seat inside a cavernous airborne structure of some kind. Pete awoke a moment later and assailed Doris's ears with every predictable question. They very same ones she had asked herself. Despite his bravado, it was obvious that the young mechanic was terrified.

"Greetings earthlings!" came a deep voice that seemed to emanate from everywhere at once. "Make yourselves comfortable. We will reach our destination of the planet Turga shortly."

In an eerie yellow light Doris and Pete sat thunderstruck. The distance between them was not great. The need for human touch, caused Doris to press her right leg against Pete's left leg for comfort. 

"What the hell does, 'destination of the planet Turga' mean, Doll?"

"My name is Doris, you oaf, and I think it means we have been kidnapped."

"By Martians?"

"Something like that, except these are Turgans or perhaps, Tuganians."

Doris noted that she still had her purse, (and oddly, her hat) so she extracted one of her notebooks and began jotting down impressions.

"What are your doing, Doll?"

"Obviously, you dullard, I am taking notes. If I am going to journey to a new world , it will be the story of the millennium. Too bad that I lost my typewriter and that ream of paper."

"Milleni .. what?" asked Peter, confused.

Flabbergasted at the ignorance on display, Doris stated, "Mr. Brown. I assume that you are a gifted mechanic or else Ethel would never have hired you. However, you seem incapable of the simplest intellectual conversations. Do us both a favor, when we meet the Turgans, allow ME to do the talking."

For the next forty five minuets there was a dull metallic hum. Pete and Doris felt motion. The large chamber they occupied was warm. Doris had a sudden need to use the bathroom. Seconds later a commode and a concealing curtain materialized to the front of them . Doris unbelted herself and made use of the new facilities. Pete followed suit.

Doris decided to walk about the chamber and began to try and summon up other things. She wished for a typewriter and paper. She wished for a window, she wished herself home a dozen or more times. Every wish went unfulfilled. 

At last their journey came to an end, pounding sounds and a switch in the feel of the gravity indicated that the object they were inside of had at last landed. Seamlessly the wall of the chamber opened revealing a greenish sky and a white ramp leading to an open plaza.

"Exit the craft, humans." came the same voice from everywhere.

Her reporter instincts coming to the fore, Doris was first down the ramp. Above the plaza, seated on the throne, a slim gray skinned man who wore a harsh, impatient expression. He wore the accouterments of power and was obviously in charge. For one of the few times in her life, Doris was rendered speechless. Pete was similarly awed but was more fascinated by the many flying craft darting about the pale green sky. With no obvious propellors, Pete wondered how the pretty little things stayed aloft. He pegged the gray skinned ruler, as the same sort of officious jerk he ran into all the time, the type that expected him to jump, fetch and roll over on command.

They gray skinned man gazed down at Pete and Doris and asked,

"This is the immanent threat to galactic peace?"

An officious looking creature stepped before the throne, genuflected and said,

"Our agents tell us that in less than a decade these beings will solve the mystery of splitting the atom."

"They hardly appear intelligent for that." stated the potentate. "How long until they achieve interstellar flight?"

The fawning figure before the king cleared his throat and said, "Quite some time, sire, perhaps another century or more."

"A century! Morons like this will use atomic weapons on themselves long before they solve the riddle of translight travel. Your research expedition was a pitiful waste of time and resources. We have plenty of opportunity to figure out how to exterminate them IF they become a problem later. You are lucky that I am in a charitable mood, Mengus or I would ship you off to the slave pits! Debrief them. I will view them after that task is performed."

With that the figure rose from his throne revealing a hight over six feet. He stepped into a flimsy looking metal craft, levitated into the air and vanished into the distance at practically the same time. Doris and Pete felt pointed objects in their backs as uniformed men came to collect them. The men appeared human enough. Why their leader was gray and vaguely reptilian, was a mystery to both Pete and Doris contemplated as they were led to their next destination. They found themselves escorted to separate glass cells. Doris could do nothing to prevent them from taking her purse and notepad. 

Pete and Doris could see each other but could not communicate through the clear material. One of the smartly tailored soldiers entered Doris's cell carrying an object that looked something like a hair dryer. Doris was told to sit in the chair behind the desk. As she sat she saw that the desk in Pete's cell also held one of the contraptions. Doris sat and the dryer like object was positioned just above her head. The world became a white fog and Doris lost track of herself and everything else.

When she came to her senses an unknown time later, the guard was exiting her cell with the strange device.

"Hey, what happened?" asked Doris "What was that thing?"

The guard silently slid out of the room sealing the clear door behind him. 

Doris turned to see that Pete was still under the influence of the device. The guard in his cell was pushing buttons and looking at readouts. It seemed another half hour before the guard finished with Pete,pulled away the device and exited his cell. Doris saw Peter come out of the same fog she had experienced. As Pete came back to his wits, Doris wished for the first time that she could talk to him.

With nothing else to do Doris surveyed her cell. The clear walls were neither glass nor plastic, but some material Doris had never encountered before. The desk seemed to be a combination of metal and wood. The chair was made of the same substance. The padding on the armless chair was neither leather nor fabric. Doris did draw some comfort from realizing that this room could only have been meant for short time incarcerations. Doris was not prone to claustrophobia but the crystal walls seemed to be closing in on her.

"They will have to move me somewhere else soon." 

Doris looked at her watch and discovered that it had stopped, apparently upon her entry into the alien craft. Or perhaps it stopped during her fall. Again she wanted to ask Pete to compare notes. She held up her watch and pointed to it but Pete did not notice, was busy trying to open the door of his cell. Both Pete and Doris discovered that pounding on the walls was a fruitless gesture. The material absorbed the sounds of their fists and muted it entirely.

Suddenly the gray reptilian man and a phalanx of guards was standing just on the opposite side of the crystal. Doris heard,

"This one is an aviation mechanic. He has a well ordered mind, we had to extend the debriefing with him because he possesses splendid technical knowledge of many of earth flying craft. I believe he could be rapidly trained for a place in one of your garages, Sire. In any event, he is a man too good to waste. The neuro examination also shows that he is quite fit. He can perform lots of hard work. A bid libidinous perhaps, still, the kind of man who loves a technical problem. You might have considered Mengus's trip a boondoggle but he certainly hit pay dirt with this specimen.

While listening to the conversation of the aliens, Pete Brown could not help swelling a bit with pride It was always appreciated when his talents were recognized. Pete's pride however did not prevent him from yelling invective at the lizard man and his goons.

"Settle down, peasant!" shouted the gray lizard like being, "I can understand your discomfiture but You WILL get a hold of yourself. From the ceiling some sort of ray zapped Pete Brown. Doris screamed. The mechanic felt as though ten thousand volts had coursed through his body. Stunned to silence he gazed at the ruler in awe.

"That is better," said the tyrant. "You are a man with a technical mind. I noticed your attention upon the flying vehicles of my realm." Pete was amazed that such a big wig noticed his fascination with the beautiful shiny craft. "How would you like to be trained to fly, repair, and build those sorts of vehicles, young man?"

Pete did not have to think long for his answer.

"I would be lying to you sir, if I did not confess that the aircraft of this planet fascinate me. All the same, I'd rather return to earth."

The gray skin alien allowed himself a smile and said, 

"Let me put this in simpler terms it either work for me, The Emperor Wentro, or die."

"In that case, your Excellency I will be more than happy to work for you."

Emperor Wentro laughed, turned to one of his aides and said, "Very good, when we are finished, get this man a uniform and have him swear allegiance to me and then begin his instruction."

The gray man strode over to Doris's cell and gazed at her. 

"What is this ravishing creature?"

Doris heard the assistant say,

"Some sort of media professional. Full of current events of her home world, a bit of history and LOTS of ephemera. Her type of media is so antiquated we no longer have a name for it. We kept getting the phrase 'freedom of speech' from her debriefing, now there is a monumentally stupid idea. I'm not sure we can really integrate her into society aside from, perhaps courtesan. She is very feminine and has quite a high kinetic sexual response ratio."

Emperor Wentro stroked his chin and said "Interesting. She is rather comely is she not?"

"Oh yes, your Excellency, she is very attractive."

Despite having seen Pete zapped, Doris could not resist speaking her mind.

"Now see here! I am a first class reporter for one of America's great newspapers. I hardly think the term ephemera is either fair or adequate."

"Silence woman!" shouted the emperor. "I am quite capable of using the ray of obedience. You can share your friend's experience with the beam."

That threat made Doris get a hold of herself and she pulled her lips together and allowed silence to reign supreme in her cell once more.

"Feisty, little thing isn't she?" opined the emperor.

"Nothing like a little fire in the bed chamber, eh Excellency?"

"Indeed, indeed." Laughed the royal 

Wentro then turned and faced Doris.

"Woman, unveil yourself, I would assess your charms."

Thunderstruck Doris emitted a soft "What?"

"Remove your garments woman so that I can feast my eyes upon your loveliness, there is always a place in my harem for the right female." 

Doris's eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Oh no! God, NO!" 

Oddly, Doris's answer caused a twinkle of mirth to cross the being's face.

"I am afraid, my dear that that is the WRONG answer. However, Turgan technology has the power to render your objections moot. And speaking from a strictly personal perspective, it is also quite fun!"

"What do you mean?" asked a panicked Doris as Wentro stepped up to a control panel in front of her cell. Doris heard a buzz, a blue light suffused the cell. As soon as the blue light vanished, Doris realized that it had taken her hat and coat along with it!

The blue light pulsed again and Doris realized that her shoes were gone! The full meaning of Wentro's words hit her at that moment.

"No! Don't!"

One more pulse and the white cashmere sweater Doris had worn over her green dress, to fight the cold of the plane's interior, had vanished. Desperately Doris preformed a metal inventory. Beneath her green dress, a full slip, beneath that a bra and step ins, garter and stockings and then nothing but her jewelry and her bare skin!

Doris's panicked eyes surveyed the royal at the control panel. He wore the same expression as her kid brother when he played with his train set. Doris realized that she was powerless, and that by stripping her one article at a time, Wentro was reinforcing her powerless state. She filled her eyes with pleading in hopes that there was at least some humanity in the being,

The light strobed again and Doris's designer green dress, the Paris original which had cost her a month's salary, was atomized. Wentro's leer increased. Another flicker and Doris's slip had vanished into the ether, revealing a supple, trim form with a flat belly and enticing navel and large breasts restrained by the heavy bra.

Doris screamed for mercy. The emperor took her bra. Desperately, Doris tried to hide herself, crossing her arms across her chest, flattening her breasts to her body. By now the potentate was openly grinning. Doris could just visualize what her tormentor was seeing. Doris had fine long legs, wide hips and a lovely derriere, many men had told her so. A select few of those men had even gotten the privilege of viewing her in the all together, but that had been on her terms and with men who could either advance her career or who got her motor running. Dejectedly Doris realized that even the man she most regretting sleeping with was Prince Charming compared to the gray repulsive being who was now in control of her destiny. 

Anther pulse of light and her hose and garter vanished. Crying now with shame and anger, Doris let her hands fall to her sides as the ray blinked twice taking her step ins an then her jewelry. Emperor Wentro smiled in delight at both Doris's beauty and the delectability of her torment. Doris hung her head in shame. It seemed to her that she could almost feel Wentro's eyes touring her exposed flesh.

Indeed, Wentro gazed hungrily at the beauty he beheld. Her proportions were perfect. Doris's perky breasts had succulent areolas and little pink nibs for nipples. Already the emperor could envision the gold studs with the diamond caps that would be the woman's only adornment aside from her collar. Below the flat trim tummy, Wentro drank in the expanse of dark carpet of her crotch and thought to himself, "Behold, the only fur this women will ever wear outside of my chambers." after a moment his thoughts continued with "Perhaps Mengus deserves a prize for retrieving such a glorious female." Doris looked at her oppressor through her tears. Even in her emotional state she perceived the impossibly large bulge forming in the creature's pantaloons. Doris's heart fell when he spoke.

"Quite enchanting! Have this one collared and pierced, I think a creature as fine as this merits diamonds. Because she rebelled against unveiling herself have this edict inscribed upon her collar,'This slave is to be kept naked at all times. clothing her, except under orders of his Excellency, results is the death penalty.'"

Emperor Wentro leered at Doris and said, "See what your refusal has brought you, gorgeous? In the future I expect immediate obedience to my orders such as later tonight when you are brought to my chambers!" 

"Please your Excellency, have mercy!" she cried, availing herself of her last hope.

Wentro's response was was a wan, and quite evil smile. With that the alien and his men made their way out of the hallway in front of the cells. Dejectedly, Doris gazed about her cell, hoping against hope that some remnant of her prior life remained. Not a trace was she able to discern. She caught Peter Brown staring at her open mouthed. She read both lust and pity in his eyes. Doris made no effort to hide herself, 

"What difference does it make now?" she thought to herself. A fresh wave of tears swept over her.

The Diversion of Doris Ch. 02



Doris did not know how long she remained in her cell before a large powerful man came to claim her. Pete had been led away some time ago. Doris was sorry to see him go. It occurred to her that he was the only person on this planet Turga whom she knew in any way. Two smartly dressed soldiers had come to claim Pete, all three of them eyed, Doris's naked form with thinly disguised lust. At least Pete had also shown sympathy in his eyes and mouthed something to Doris before he was led away. Doris thought he might have said "fair well" or "good luck", Doris was grateful for the sentiment.

The man who came for her was well over six feet tall. Every bit of him seemed to be muscle. He wore a uniform slightly different from that of the soldiers who had led Pete away. Doris was not sure if it was funny or sad that she still behaved like a reporter, when her days as a member of the fourth estate were clearly at an end. The size of her escort and the ugly, dangerous looking weapon he held in his hands were powerful inducements for Doris to obey and allow herself to be led to the next, and perhaps final, phase of her life.

She was led out of the building, keeping her hands at her sides as instructed. The green sky and strange sun reminded Doris that home was very far away. The sudden change in temperatures caused her nipples to pucker, an event that did not go unnoticed by her guard. Doris allowed the man to strap her into the seat of some alien craft. The man was at least polite and did not touch her any more than necessary. "Small favors go a long way." was Doris's thought at the man's general kindness. The flying sensation once the vehicle left the ground was unlike any Doris had felt before. More like the feeling of being in a ballon or zeppelin than on an airplanes.

Doris drank in the landscape below her. It was a modern and clean city, the color white predominated. The best Doris could compare it to was the illustrations in the trashy pulp novels, Tim, the copy boy at the Call was always reading. Even now Doris could hear his adenoidal voice squeaking, "But these stories are really keen, Miss Dowd." Doris wondered how the Call would treat her disappearance, would she really be missed? She certainly hoped so.

An elegant palace reared up, reminding Doris of a wedding cake. The alien aircraft carrying Doris circled the building twice before alighting very close to a side door. A shorter, turbaned man with a Buddha belly flanked by two huge sword bearing nearly nude, men greeted them.

"Ahh, this must be the Emperor's latest acquisition." said the turbaned one as he spied Doris exiting the craft. "As always, Him Eminence has exquisite taste."

Doris's escort handed the shorter man a slip of embossed paper, Doris could make out a royal crest on the document. The man read the presented order with interest and then eyed, Doris carefully. 

"An unusual request but not unprecedented." stated the man to himself. After a moment of thought he turned to Doris and said, "Come child, there is much to do!"

The swordsmen spurred Doris into the building and down a long hallway. The smell of expensive perfume wafted into Doris's nostrils. Dimly, sounds of female laughter and mirth could just be discerned.

"Our first stop is the slave smith." stated the plump turbaned man whom Doris now understood to be in charge of Wentro's harem. "His Excellency will have my head if I leave you uncollared for long."

They turned into a side room. A bear of a man was fiddling with sheets of tanned leather.

"Rush job, Felix." said the shorter man. "Here are the edicts for the collar and his Excellency wants diamond studs, the finest quality.

"Sure." said the bearish man in a booming voice. "Put her in the frame I can the job done while you wait."

At sword point Doris was strapped to a metal, human sized frame. Her arms and legs were spread wide and a strapped down. Another strap belted her waist. The bear of a man pushed some buttons on a a box on a table and it made a humming noise. Almost immediately a thick collar of black leather with a gold catch and silver highlights emerged from the the box. On the collar was a crystal clear window with text in some language she could not read. Doris had no need of a translator in this instance anyway. Doris noted the royal crest prominent on the object. 

Doris tried to slink away. Fastened to the frame however there was no place for her to go. The large man fasten the collar about Doris's neck and then sealed the catch with some kind of light ray. Doris understood that it was now all one seamless piece. She could not imagine how it could ever be removed. "So, I am to end my days as a slave in an alien harem." thought Doris to herself. She wondered under what circumstances that fact would ever be known to her friends and coworkers at the Call. Doris was already imagining scenarios where she would escape. "If that gray asshole thinks I am gong to spread my legs for him," thought Doris. "he has another thing coming." 

The sound of the autoclave opening brought Doris out of her revelry. The ursine man withdrew a large piercing needle as Doris's eye widened in terror.

"No! Please don't!" she cried

"Tsk tsk," said the large man as he dabbed a clear fluid on Doris's nipples, "this won't hurt a bit. Giving slaves pain is the soul domain of his Excellency." 

Doris watched, suddenly numb as the big man loaded the needle into a gun. She braced herself for pain as the man tugged on her nipple, but no pain came. In rapid succession both of her fine pink nipples had ben pierced and an something inserted in them. Only now did Doris focus on the modifications made to her body.

Sparkling in the light were four diamonds. Doris realized that a gold stud had been inserted in each nipple with the diamonds ensuring that they stayed there. Doris was a bit familiar with gems like diamonds. These stones were flawless and of several carats each. On earth they would bring a fortune.

"What kind of world can adorn slave girls with baubles like this?" She thought to herself. Doris could not suppress her reporter instincts no matter how hard she tried.

Doris was freed from the frame and spirited on to another room. The furniture was soft and satin covered aside from a chair in the middle of the room. Doris was told to sit there.

"You are to be instructed as to what is expected of you and what will happen to you if you do not please his Excellency." said the chief of Wentro's harem.

Finding her voice at last, Doris asked "Of what use to a gray reptilian being is a human woman?"

The man looked stunned and replied, "His Excellency is as human as you or I. Some revolutionaries sought to overthrow him by secretly having him injected with genetic material from an Azort. Azorts ARE reptiles. The plot of the revolutionaries was to weaken his Excellency or so disfigure him that he would either abandon the throne or kill himself. However, when the Emperor discovered that the Azort genes had permanently enlarged his manhood and greatly extended his abilities, he made the revolutionaries knights of his inner circle! He enjoys that his new appearance makes him more intimidating and sets him apart from the common folk. I assure you in the bed chamber, Emperor Wentro is ALL man."

Doris sat a moment, drinking all of those fact in. She was not allowed to contemplate for long because the man began speaking again. 

"First you will see the results of failing the Emperor. Wentro wants enthusiasm, compliments and paroxysms of joy. He expects you to swallow his seed after sucking on his manhood and the Emperor reserves the right to use his manhood to explore your rear entry. So long as you are obedient and enthusiastic, a woman of your looks should have no problems. But if you fail ..."

The man pushed a button on some device on his hand and a movie began to play right before Doris's eyes. It was better than any movie she had ever seen on earth. It was three dimensional and the sound was amazing first came aerial pictures of Wentro's castle. Those soon vanished and Doris heard, "Failure is NOT an option." The screen filled with the image of a slave, looking very much like Doris herself. She was in room chock full of medieval torture devices. The woman's collar was fastened to a hook on the wall. What happened next was too terrible to watch yet Doris could not tear her eyes away. 

Wentro entered the room looking positively demonic. In his hand he carried a cat o nine tails. Wentro proceeded to flay the woman alive with the whip and then killed her very slowly in many painful and bloody ways. Her pleas for forgiveness and mercy did not impede the man in the least. Three more harem girls met the same fate before the turbaned man decided that Doris had witnessed enough.

"Obviously you want to stay on the good side of the Emperor. If you become a prize he will shower you with gifts and luxuries. He may decide to keep you for life or you may be given to a foreign dignitary or as tribute to seal a treaty. If you take care of the Emperor he will pension you in your old age and you shall retire as a very rich woman. Now for the what to do instructions."

The horrid images of the first film was replaced by the smiling face of a slim, blonde, and very pretty harem girl. She was luxuriating in a large room festooned with pillows, a large bed in the center of the room.

"Pleasing the Emperor is not difficult." the woman stated. "Observe carefully these instructions and you can look forward to many happy years servicing our noble leader. Remember to praise him, recall small favors he has shown you and ALWAYS be a delight between the sheets!" 

Doris doubted her eyes upon witnessing the subsequent images. Obviously taken in Wentro's bed chamber, the film showed the potentate in action. At first Doris thought the penis was a special effect, it was so long and so thick. The fact that it was gray made it no less intimidating. That the organ was all too real was demonstrated as it was plunged into the private places of one harem girl after another. Doris had never seen such acrobatic or intense sex. The length of time that Wentro could last and his recuperative powers between performances had Doris's jaw on the floor. Not even in the debauchery show for women she had viewed in Paris had Doris seen anything comparable. Doris doubted that she would be capable of performing at the level of the women in the film. As if reading her thoughts the harem master said,

"Wentro prefers to break his slaves in slowly. Most of the women you saw have many years of experience serving his Excellency. In time you will be trained to perform just as enthusiastically and acrobatically as them. What the Emperor expects at first is instant obedience, not a single word of complaint and ALWAYS enthusiasm. Now it is time for your bath and perfuming. The Emperor expects to make use of you in a few hours." 

Doris had to conclude that the bath was very nice. After every inch of her flesh was minutely inspected, a weigh in and details of her every measurement recorded, Doris was conducted by much older women to the royal baths. The temperature was perfect and servants lathered her head to toe and gently rinsed her off. A wonderful massage followed and her hair was combed and curled. She was allowed to eat sparingly of some very fine cuisine. Doris had never encountered golden handles on the bathroom facilities before. The rooms of the harem were kept warm enough that Doris needed no clothing, most of the other females in the harem, not all of who were human beings, lounged in little or nothing. Finally, some very expensive and divine smelling perfume was sprayed over her in large but tasteful quantities. The attentive pampering ALMOST made Doris forget the enormity of the task ahead of her. Doris did not want to die, certainly not in the grisly and horrific way of the women in the film. Doris had slept with men she had a distaste for before, in some ways this was no different. On the other hand those encounters had not been tinged with the threat of death. Doris tried to reconcile herself to her fate. As long as she lived, escape was a possibility. Perhaps Pete Brown would find some way to extricate her. Were that to happen, Doris would give Pete sex so intense that would set him aflame. 

Those thoughts brought her back to her current conundrum The harem master, whom Doris was instructed to call 'Raja'; apparently the title began as a joke between the harem master and the Emperor, arrived to escort her to Wentro's private bedroom. 

"Ordinarily, a new arrival is clad in fine lace and enticing fabrics, you, for some reason, are never to be permitted clothing, except under written order of the Emperor. Your duty in the throne room will be most revealing, and quite interesting. In any event there is precious little that I can tell you at this point that I have not already told you other than good luck."

Raja opened the door for her and Doris, as mentally prepared as she would ever be, strode into the room. She sat on the huge bed, finding it very comfortable. The room was a pleasing aqua color with a white ceiling bearing the royal crest. In a mirror Doris gazed at her reflection and fingered her collar. She noted again the royal crest, she was property now, she realized, "Monogrammed like the sheets, and the napkins and the silverware." the facts of her present circumstances echoing about her skull, like mocking laughter.

The door opened, and in walked Retro, looking every inch the despot. Doris plastered a sincere looking smile upon her face, she rose and received his embrace.

"My charming earth woman. I hope for both of our sakes that you prove satisfactory."

He inhaled Doris's perfume an then kissed her deeply. He instructed Doris to undress him in a sexy and tender way.

After figuring out how the alien fasteners sealing his shirt, Doris began to slowly, tantalizingly part the mysterious fabric. Beneath the shirt, Wentro's skin was just as gray but he was finely muscled. Under the romantic lighting of the room his skin appeared to take on a more reptilian sheen, almost as though he had scales, Wentro's increase in breathing, proved to Doris that she her approach was the correct one and it was finding its mark. She cast aside the shirt. 

His tan pantaloons were already straining at the seams to restrain Wentro's erection. Doris praised the ruler effusively, saying things like, "Earth men are nothing compared to the wonder of your Majesty." Doris recalled a particularly insistent editor she had to bed to retain her job. She told Wentro the same lies she had told that man. It occurred to her that that disgusting editor was, in his own way, as reptilian as the man she now serviced. The pantaloons were teased off.

Viewed up close, and held in her own two hands, Doris realized just how massively the Emperor was endowed. At the same time she realized that accommodating the member would be a difficult but not impossible task. Doris fell to her knees and her, tongue and lips began a tour of the huge phallus. The skin felt bumpy to Doris's tongue, not soothe like a human males. "The alien genetic material in the Emperor must explain the difference." she thought.. Doris decided that the difference was very much to her liking. The skin of the phallus stimulated her mouth and tongue, filling all with pleasant sensation. Doris wondered what this ribbed surface would feel like inside her. 

Trepidation fled from Doris as she concentrated on getting the dictator off. Finding her rhythm, her hands and mouth worked as one unit. She felt the Emperor s back tiffen as his member discharged all over Doris's lips and face. Remembering the admonition from the video, Doris did her best to lap up Wentro's seed. To her surprise and delight it tasted like sweet syrup. From rumors she had heard from other women in the harem, Wentro apparently too a drug for this very purpose. Doris had no problem licking up every bit of the royal seed.

Wentro swept her off the floor tho lie in the bed beside him. "Very nice, my pet. In a short while we shall test the rest of you." Doris found that she minded the next sequences of kiss far less than the first several. Wentro held Doris close, his warm body and hat breath were almost tolerable. Doris delighted in the novel sensation as Wentro's teeth toyed with the diamond studs in in her breasts. To her considerable surprise, the Emperor was quite adept at cunnilingus. Moments later Wentro was ready to go again. From a dispenser built into the wall, Wentro collected some lubricant and greased up his manhood. He then slathered lubricant all over Doris's sex. Doris realized that it had been quite a while since she had slept with a man. Her last assignation had been with a Broadway star, in his dressing room between matinee performances. Doris remembered that the actor's manhood had been most underwhelming.

Showing a tender side that surprised Doris, Once in the missionary position, Wentro progressed slowly, almost tenderly until the full length of his impressive ember was deep inside her. Wentro rose up and gently began rocking away. Doris tried to reciprocate his action. The feel of the alien penis inside her was like nothing Doris had ever dreamed about. It was thousands of little rises and vallies filling all of her. Just as the surface of Wentro's organ had stimulated her lips and tongue, it also stimulated every part of her insides. The orgasms were not long in coming and seemed to Doris to last forever. When Wentro at last came inside her it felt like a geyser erupting. Doris gasped for air as the giant tool became flaccid.

"My man was right you do have 'quite a high kinetic sexual response ratio.' Mengus is definitely getting a very nice gift for finding you. What are you called, beautiful?"

Doris struggled for composure as she answered, "Doris, Doris Dowd."

"Doris." said Wentro repeating the word over several times. It is not an unpleasant sound. Very well. You shall be permitted to keep it, at least for as long as you serve me."

"Thank you your Excellency." replied Doris. She followed this with "Thank you for my life as well."

Wentro stared intently at Doris, a bit of a chill crept up the girl's spine as her captor's eyes became hard and fierce as he stated. "So long as you understand that your every breath is a gift I alone grant you and that the key for me to keep rewarding that gift to you is more performances like this one, I will allow you to keep your life." 

Doris nodded and said, "Understood Master." 

"Very good. I am going to take you two more times tonight. I think I will save your ass for a future rendezvous. When I am finished Raja will reclaim you and return you to the harem. Since I have taken you tonight, you must spend the next week gracing my throne room with your presence. All of my conquests are displayed before the public. They smile constantly and are always in a happy mood because they have me as their lover. Unless you are given as a gift or tribute, you will never lie with another man, for the very simple reason that after experiencing my perfect love, no other man could ever compare."

"Of course, your Excellency." replied Doris.

Doris was never so tired as when Wentro finished with her. She had lost track of the number of times that she had come. By the time her evening with Wentro concluded, Doris was drenched in sweat and amazingly sore. Walking came with difficulty when Raja led her away.

"You have done well, child." said the harem master. "For the Emperor to make so much use of you this first night, he must be very pleased with you. Now we must have you fed and bathed. Get as much sleep as you can tonight, fair one, for the hours in the throne room are taxing."

Doris decided that the food of this planet was a treasure. Her meal was spicy, sweet, and savory all at once. This time she was permitted to eat her fill. Some of the other harem girls played instruments and sang while an older woman bathed Doris. Soaking in the pool with the beautiful music playing, Doris realized that some parts of her new life were not bad at all. Still she resented life in a cage, with no ability to choose her own lovers or even to wear clothing again. She was already dreading her day in the throne room.




The Diversion of Doris Ch. 02



Her bed was soft and very inviting. She fell into immediate slumber. In her dreams she was falling until her legs parted and she found herself a tiny doll impaled upon Wentro's huge phallus. She had the nightmare twice before she drew the cover tight about herself and was able to banish the phantasm.



The Diversion of Doris Ch. 03



When Doris awoke in the morning, Raja, the harem master, led her and the other women to gymnasium where they worked out until every woman was drenched in sweat. After that everyone was bathed and a light breakfast was served. Again, Doris was floored by the amazing taste of the food. 

After all had eaten the women who would be serving in the throne room were prepared for their day.

Doris gazed longingly as the other women were clad in lace and silk and other gorgeous fabrics Doris could not identify. Everything was designed to be both revealing yet tasteful. Doris would be serving the entire day naked, her collar and diamond studs her only adornment. Wentro showed off his conquests to both demonstrate his taste in female flesh, his sexual prowess, and to obtain a thrill by vicariously lusting after his harem through the leers of other men and foreign diplomats. Doris dreaded going on display without even a token of clothing to shield her nudity. However, she knew that complaining would cost her her life. Doris tried to mentally prepare herself as best as she could.

Raja placed a glittering tiara in Doris's carefully coiffed hair and handed her a long cylindrical object. "You may not hide yourself behind this rhythm stick. If you know any music and have any kind of voice it will be to your considerable good fortune to play and sing for the Emperor. Please him and he will be generous with you."

"But I don't know how..." Doris began before Raja slapped her on the butt and had Doris fall into line at the proper place. Doris felt every eye upon her as she strode to her place to the right of Emperor Wentro. She hoped it was a good sign that the large gray being smiled at her broadly as she settled into her assigned place. 

The Cavernous room was full of people. It had been explained to Doris that folks would be there to petition the emperor, demonstrate new military hardware, and talk of various diplomacy threads. It would be a full day. Wentro's current conquests lifted the monotony. When the spotlight hit them they were to perform, either singing or dancing or both. Those who most delighted the crowd were showered with gifts by Wentro and kept in his inner circle. Doris did not see much pleasure in that prospect but Raja assured her that it was the place she wanted to be.

The largely male crowd drank in Doris's nudity. The platform she stood on slowly rotated so that every bit of her would eventually be witnessed by the room. Doris heard loud applause and even some wolf whistles that would not have been out of place on earth when she took up her place. Doris held the Rhythm stick as though it were a guitar. Doris could already feel the chopping block under her throat. "Once they find out I can't play this thing I am as good as dead." 

Doris's spotlight flared to full. She felt every eye, the anticipation was palpable. Doris mindlessly played her hand over the musical instrument and it made a beautiful sound! Amazed Doris thought of a tune and the device began to play it. Realizing that the instrument was somehow reading her mind, Doris recalled the Cole Porter tune "I get a kick out of you." after a few fumbling seconds Doris began singing the tune in time to the music in a sweet alto voice. 

Her performance went over very well. Applause impelled Doris to play the tune a second time. As her spotlight faded, Doris could see Wentro beaming broadly at her. Doris realized that she had earned herself at least another day of life. In her mind she tried to recall that amazing jazz riff she had heard in Harlem just a week before she and Pete Brown had been abducted. Doris wondered where Pete was or if their paths would ever cross again. Alone among the men on this planet Pete was the one most likely to be able to return her to earth. Dejectedly, Doris wished that she had been nicer to him, "Why would he rescue me?" she thought to herself, "I treated him like garbage for purely selfish reasons. If he does find a way home, no doubt he won't risk his life to try and rescue me." Doris wore a smile on her dais but her emotions were as cold as the arctic.

As for Pete Brown, at that very same moment he was deciding that there were some quite nice benefits to serving in Emperor Wentro's Air Corps. For one thing the officers were less of hard asses than the ones he had served under in the British army during the Great War. The hours were not bad either. Short of an emergency or a war declaration, it was basically a nine to five force. Of course you had to take your turns on the night shift but that duty fell to everyone of all ranks. Best of all was the company brothel. Oh, the women were nowhere near as beautiful as those in Wentro's harem but some were pretty cute. When not reading technical manuals or challenging his new Air Corps buddies to games like assembling a thruster blindfolded, Pete spent a lot of his down time amongst those working girls. 

During his first day the Turgans plugged into something called a "plastic educator" an an hour later he had full knowledge of how all of Wentro's incredibly beautiful vehicles flew, how to pilot them and how to repair them. Pete was so sure of his abilities that he felt sure he could build one from scratch. If he ever made it back to earth, Pete could patent everything he learned and become a billionaire. For that reason alone he sought opportunities to escape. Turgan spacecraft were heavily guarded and complicated enough that he would need at least one other person to help him fly the smallest model home. 

Pete knew that he could not confide in any of his fellow soldiers. Emperor Wentro provided vast sums of money to any soldier who betrayed one of his fellows who was planning either rebellion against his rule or desertion from his military. Pete had seen the films of men who had simply deserted their posts. Their deaths were the most horrific thing Pete had ever seen. Pete realized that if he had any chance of returning home, the only person her could trust on this world was Doris Dowd. But Doris was now firmly ensconced in Wentro's harem. Pete wondered if he would ever see her again. The mechanic let his mind roll back to the day when Wentro had stripped Doris in her cell. Pete felt guilty at becoming aroused at the poor reporter's predicament but she was still the most beautiful woman Pete had ever seen clothed, let alone naked. Always when he was visiting the company brothel, the girl he was with became, in his mind, the ivory skinned and spectacularly built Doris. Pete ached for her in ways he had never ached for another woman. 

Back in Wentro's throne room, Doris realized that the hardest task of the entire day was the prolonged period without a bathroom break, Doris was fairly floating when the chimes indicating that the day in the throne room was at an end. Once the women were out of sight of Wentro and the throne room, there was a mad dash for the bathroom. For a fraction of a second, Doris was grateful that she was naked. She did have to remove anything to answer nature's call. A short time later Raja herded the girls to the dining table as he debriefed everyone on how they had done. He saved his final assessment for Doris,

"You did very well earth creature. Emperor Wentro has informed me that you may keep the tiara you wore in court today and that he would like you to sing to him tonight, something soft and romantic. His eminence will have my head for saying this, but I think he is quite taken with you." 

Doris smiled at the praise and prolonged life but her mind was elsewhere. She never imagined that she would be in an exclusive relationship this early in her life. Doris had not planned to settle down for at least a few more years. Her own mother had married late and had always encouraged her daughter to follow in her footsteps. Doris's days as a single woman unwound in her mind. She recalled the men she had been with, none of them were as powerful as Emperor Wentro but those men had given her memories that the gray reptilian man could never hope to match.

She recalled sneaking into the darkened Polo Grounds locker room after a July fourth double header, on an air mattress covered with towels her catcher had taken her three times, getting her off with each copulation. There had been the movie star who had dropped by her apartment every time he was in town. Doris also recalled a day aboard a yacht where a certain millionaire had taken Doris and his wife in rapid succession and then how utterly debauched Doris had felt when she and the millionaire's wife had made love to each other as the husband cheered them on! Doris did not want to give up that life, but what choice did she have? Doris would treasure each memory and cling to them to help her serve Wentro to the best of her abilities. Wentro was not without his own charms, she reasoned. He was by far the most well hung man she had ever met and his lovemaking was every bit a generous as it was demanding. She clutched the tiara which had just been gifted to her. Diamonds, rubies, emeralds shown in gold fittings. "If I ever make it back to earth, I can retire on what I will be able to sell this for." she contemplated to herself. The thought of earth made her homesick however so she forced her mind to dwell on other things. 

Doris never got tired of the baths and massages. Whatever was in the bathwater moisturized her skin like nothing else and gave it a wonderful luster. "On earth, women would kill for skin like this." thought Doris as the magic fingers of the masseuse removed ever tension from her body. From a passing tray of delicacies being carted by a servant, Doris snagged one of the amazing tasting purple Turgan fruits. It looked a bit like a strawberry but tasted like a plum, mango and pineapple all at once. With the food being so delicious, Doris understood fully why the women of the harem had their diets closely monitored. The one time earth reporter set her mind to the task of pleasing Wentro.

A few hours later Emperor Wentro reclined naked, smiling broadly while Doris sat next to him and sang "I Only Have Eyes For You" while the rhythm stick sounded like three instruments at once. After singing the song twice all the way through Wentro announced that it was time for making love. Instead of the expected fellatio, Wentro decided that he wanted to try something novel.

Under the emperor's instruction Doris faced the foot of the bed, mounted the supine Wentro and then slowly began to rotate, turning clockwise. The feeling of Wentro's massive ridged organ as it entered her and plunged deeper and deeper with each successive turn was a sensation her mind could never have dreamed up on its own. A few gentle twists later and each of her legs were on either side of Wentro's pelvis and his manhood was buried deep within her sex. Doris stifled a laugh of amazement and then she and Wentro began rocking in tandem at a comfortable pace. 

Doris came loudly several times before Wentro's huge manhood spouted like a whale deep inside her. Exhausted she collapsed upon Wentro as he became flaccid. "Oh thank you your Excellency!" she said breathlessly and with complete sincerity. This was by far the most amazing sexual tryst Doris had ever experienced. Overcome with passion, she began showering the gray man with kisses.

Wentro held her close and stroked Doris's alabaster skin. "Earth woman, only your beauty exceeds your passion and your beauty is of the rarest most exotic sort. If you continue to pleas me, when the time is appropriate I will have you impregnated with a female child. Your child shall be trained to serve me once you have reached the age of pensioning. Your beauty will live on in my harem and you shall enjoy a wealthy retirement. Perhaps I will even send you back to that miserable little planet you originated from."

Doris did not like that prospect in the least but her eyes and body language emitted enthusiasm as she replied, "That would be wonderful, Master."

"I thought you would like that idea, now it is time for you to surrender your asshole to me." 

Doris had been dreading this moment but she remained poker faced. She sincerely feared that her sphincter would tear under the assault of such a huge log of manhood. There was nothing she could do other than smile and lie, "I look forward to that, Master." Telling the truth would have ended her life right there. Doris set herself up on all fours, presenting her perfect ass to the dictator. 

To Doris's considerable relief Wentro went very slowly. It seemed to the young courtesan that the emperor used a gallon of lubricant on both himself and her posterior before he very slowly worked his newly erect penis into Doris. Wentro spoke calming words to relax Doris as well as giving her encouragement. It took nearly and hour for Wentro's massive cock to plunge itself fully into Doris's ass. His subsequent pumping motion with his ridged penis seemed to excite every nerve in Doris's body. The hills and valleys of his maleness, stimulated Doris far beyond anything anal action had ever given her. Previously, the only man who Doris has given anal sex to were the artist in Paris, whom she had posed nude for and the Hollywood actor. Other men had asked but Doris had demurred. The intimacy required of the position meant that Doris only yielded it to men with whom she felt a very special connection. Doris desperately tried to remember her previous back door adventures, but the intensity and skill of Wentro drove those encounters from Doris's mind. "Wentro is getting into my soul and stealing my memories," she thought for the briefest moment before unprecedented ecstasy washed over her.

Doris was a long time in coming back to herself. When she did, she found herself on Wentro's lap while he gently massaged and kissed her.

"Doris, my pet, you have outdone yourself." gushed the smiling potentate. "I think I have found the finest female on all of earth. I shall come up with a wonderful present for you. I also owe Mengus an apology. He has found me the finest of gems." 

"Thank you, master for your kindness, your lovemaking skills and my life." As Doris stated those words she realized that there was no hesitation and complete sincerity in them.

"You are very welcome, my pet." After holding and stroking Doris for a few minutes longer, Wentro began to nibble upon the diamond studs in Doris's breasts, gently lowered the woman to the bed and worked his way down to Doris's ebon furred box. Doris thought it impossible for her to come again after the intensity of her previous orgasm but very shortly, she was panting and praising Wentro. Three times he worked her to the point of coming, backing off just as she was at the edge of release. Doris begged for Wentro to finish what he started. Smiling to himself, the randy dictator did just that. Doris collapsed into a spent ball on the silken bed, every previous lover deserting her mind like stars fading at dawn.

Wentro gazed down at the raven haired earth girl. She was truly a gift from the stars, gently he smoothed Doris's hair and spoke to her softly.

"Because you have been so delightful and so eager to please tonight. I will give you the rest of the evening off. But first."

Wentro pushed a button on the wall and some chimes rang softly. As the sound faded, a tall, striking blonde woman entered Wentro's bed chamber. Like Doris, she wore a black leather collar. Unlike Doris, she was clad in black gossamer which complimented her skin and hair marvelously. Doris could not help but admire the woman's long legs and lovely features. Her face had an elfin or wood nymph quality. Her eyes were nearly as blue as Doris's own her bust was 

smaller but still enticing. Doris wondered why the woman had been summoned. The blonde woman bowed before Wentro and awaited instruction.

"Maera, this is Doris. Doris this is Maera."

The women exchanged greetings and then Wentro said,

"Unveil yourself Maera."

Instantly the beautiful blonde woman cast aside her transparent clothing and stood at attention. Doris greatly admired the woman's naked body. Her long legs were surmounted by round full hips, a flat tummy and quite nice breasts. Doris noted that Maera's breasts were pierced with gold studs held in place by brilliant emeralds. The contrast with the full honey colored hair that covered her sex and fell to the middle of her back as well as her golden tan was quite stunning and breathtaking. Doris understood exactly what Wentro saw in her.

"What do you think of Maera, Doris?" asked Wentro.

"She is very beautiful your Excellency."

"Yes, I think so as well. I will be making use of her shortly. Tomorrow night I will watch you and Maera make love to each other before I have my pleasure with both of you. While you are sleeping my pet, Doris, I want you to dream of novel ways to please Maera. Just imaging the contrast of your black hair and her golden mane and her tan skin against your fair complexion will certainly fill my voyage to dreamland later tonight with a most arousing mental picture."

Wentro's words took a few seconds to register with Doris. Finally she uttered, "I look forward to that, Master." 

"As well you should." deadpanned the Emperor before he urged Doris to her feet and ushered her out of his bed chamber. Raja sprang into action and had Doris fed and bathed and sent to bed in rapid order.

"Child, you must be quite the wonder in the sleeping silks, for his Excellency has sent word that he is to make use of you tomorrow. He wanted me to convey to you that your dreams be most inventive. He said that you would understand what he meant."

Doris thought for a moment, closed her eyes and envisioned the succulent body of Maera and replied,

"I understand the Emperor's words, Raja and that is exactly what I intend to do!"

Raja cocked his head, frustrated to be out of the loop between a member of the harem and the emperor. He bid the slim dark haired girl goodnight and doused the light as he left her chamber.

"Sweet dreams child," he said as he strode out of the darkened cell.

And that is just what Doris had!



The Diversion of Doris Ch. 04



Doris dreams of Maera were quite stimulating. Doris Knew that she was not a disciple of Sappho but she certainly could appreciate a beautiful female form. Doris recalled her one previous excursion into the land of woman on woman love, with the wife of a certain millionaire. The woman had been a green eyed redhead a few years older than herself. Aggressively bisexual she had instructed Doris, encouraged her, and yielded herself to the dark haired reporter.

Doris had reveled in the woman's embrace, the headiness of her perfume and the gentle touch of her lips on all of Doris's sensitive places. Truth be told, Doris was not as enthusiastic about eating pussy as her instructor was, but she still had a marvelous time. Celia, the millionaire's wife, received several orgasms from Doris and gave Doris several in return. All the while Doris and Celia were intertwined, her husband sat naked at the foot of the bed, smiling broadly and stroking his impressive manhood. Once the tryst was over, Doris's polo set hosts had extended her an open invitation to join them for a prolonged cruise. If not for some pressing deadlines, Doris would probably have accepted the offer. The beautiful raven haired reporter recalled that the post office had delivered a card from them just a few days before she and Pete Brown had been hijacked to this planet. The picture postcard from the south of France simply said "Wish you were here, in EVERY way possible." It was signed by both Celia and her husband. With a jolt, Doris realized that if she had accepted that offer she would now be in Europe instead of Wentro's harem. Doris forced the thought from her mind. It would only taunt and depress her. 

Instead the beautiful buxom reporter thought about Maera. Doris had no idea how experienced the slim blonde woman was, but that hardly mattered, Doris knew exactly what she would do with the ravishing fellow harem resident. Wentro was not much different than the men of earth, realized Doris. The thought of two women satisfying each other, before or after having been used by the man appealed to something very deep in all of them. Doris realized that it was more than just the novelty of two women making love; there was envy of woman's ability for successive orgasms as well as a desire in men for friendships as powerful and deeply satisfying as those between women. Watching two women was more than simple voyeurism, it was a way of seeing, all at once, everything a man loved and envied in women. Doris knew that she would put on a good show for Emperor Wentro. 

But first, after the morning breakfast and bath, were many long hours in Wentro's throne room. Doris was a bit more reconciled to her constant state of nudity. Clad only in her collar, which promised to be her only garment for as far into the future as she could see, Doris tried to push that fact away.There was nothing she could do about it so why waste emotion worrying over the reality? Under the right circumstances, being naked had always been pleasant for Doris. Wentro's throne room, with the leering diplomats and ogling petitioners was certainly not the right circumstances, but Doris tried to inure herself to them. She could not afford to let Wentro's intended humiliation achieve its purpose. "Perhaps," thought Doris, "If my behavior is exemplary and I portray the right blase air about my nudity, Wentro will decide that I have suffered enough and will give me clothes." It may have been faint hope but it was something for Doris to cling to. 

There was the usual shocked atmosphere when Doris took up her spot to the right of Wentro's throne. Holding the rhythm stick away from her body, Doris strode to her place imagining that she was clad in the latest fashions from Paris. It did not stop the murmuring or the audible comments, but it helped Doris feel better at least. Later, when the spotlight flared above her, Doris began to sing "The Very Thought of You." The tune went over very well amongst the crowd and Wentro smiled in appreciation, convinced that his presence had inspired Doris's song. 

Not far away Doris spotted Maera. The beautiful blonde woman had an instrument that resembled a tambourine. She beat out a steady rhythm while twirling beautifully in a flowing gossamer skirt. Doris contemplated the other woman's collar. "Monogrammed property, just like me." she thought as her eyes toured the fine body. For a moment, Doris's and Maera's eyes met and Maera winked at Doris. Apparently the thought of lying with the dark haired Doris appealed to the cool blonde dancer as well! 

When the long day in the throne room concluded, Doris relieved herself and made her way to a massaging couch. Doris knew for a certainty that the least skilled masseuse on Turga outclassed even the ablest therapist on earth. Doris nearly fell asleep upon the couch but Raja came by and rounded everyone up for dinner. Doris wished she could eat her fill of the fantastic food but she was weighed every day and the portions of her meals were starkly regimented. Doris found an empty spot at the table next to Maera. 

After an exchanged of pleasantries, smiles and nods. Maera focused on her meal but her right light pressed firmly upon Doris's left leg. The thin fabric that the tall blonde woman wore was no impediment to her body heat or intoxicating perfume. Wentro was so fabulously wealthy that no two of his concubines wore the same perfume. Each woman had a unique heady scent intended to stimulate the libido. In this case it made Maera even more attractive to Doris. The one time reporter for the New York Call hoped that Maera found her own scent was as stimulating.

Doris wanted to speak further with her fellow concubine but Maera was coy and silent. Apparently she only wanted to get to know Doris better on the silken sheets of Wentro's bed chamber. Doris realized as well that as much as she wanted to get to know the woman she would soon make love to, they literally came from very different worlds. "What would she know about, Broadway, sunsets on the Seine, or even red hots at Coney Island?" 

For Doris, a recalibration of outlook was necessary.. The world she knew and loved was firmly out of reach. Her universe now was Wentro's harem, The longer she contemplated Manhattan, the longer it would take her to settle into her new life. Briefly Doris wondered if Wentro would let her create a newsletter with profiles of all of the women in his harem and a feature article on one of Wentro's current favorites. Then Doris remembered that she could not even read the language of this planet. "Killing the reporter in me will be a huge task." she thought to herself as a giggle welled up. "And if I ever DO get back to earth, what could I say about servicing Wentro without sounding like a wanton slut? I can't even mention the size of his cock in a family newspaper." were Doris's next immediate impressions. She would have continued thinking along that train of thought but Raja turned up at the table to round up herself and Maera. 

The two women were sent off in different directions to be bathed, prepared, and given a fresh spritzing of perfume. Raja led Doris into Wentro's chamber. The potentate was lounging in silken pajamas, his indefatigable erection raging. He greeted Doris with a smile and had Raja retrieve Doris's rhythm stick.

"Before Maera arrives, I want to hear one of your lovely songs again. Please select one of your choosing."

Even though Doris knew that it might make her sad, she began singing "April in Paris," putting every bit of her longing into the words. Wentro listened intently and asked Doris once she finished,

"What is this Paris you sing of my sweet?"

"On earth, Paris is a city for lovers of every kind, your Excellency." replied Doris sincerely.

"If it can inspire that kind of devotion, perhaps there is hope for your miserable planet after all, perhaps I will not designate it for destruction."

Doris wondered what Wentro would have said next but at that moment Raja knocked on the door and Maera entered the bed chamber. Doris had thought the blonde woman beautiful before but now she was positively luminous. Her hair had been carefully arrayed and her slim form had been housed in wisps of green silk and lace that complimented her golden skin and hair magnificently. Doris's enthusiasm for the night ahead multiplied enormously.

"Doris," said Wentro, "you need to undress our guest and see how sweetly the two of you can make love. I'm sure I will enjoy watching and later, partaking of both of you." 

Doris slid off the bed and grasped both of Maera's soft hands. Doris felt a passion akin to an electric current pass through her as she embraced the slightly shorter woman and their lips met. Doris had no idea what came over her as she slowly, yet very enticingly stripped Maera of her garments. That Doris was turning on both Maera and Wentro was beyond doubt. Doris noted the flush of he blonde woman's cheeks and the subtle change in color of the hair on her loins as dampness became apparent. As for Wentro, he had shed his pajamas and was contentedly playing with himself. 

Doris lowered Maera to the huge bed and began kissing her all along her body. Doris thought of Celia and tried to behave as she had done when Doris was her pupil. Doris smiled broadly when her nuzzling of Maera's breasts caused her nipples to become erect, lifting the emerald capped stud piercings. Doris worked her way down the enchanting body. A flurry of kisses graced the sexy navel before her mouth discovered Maera's sex. After circling Maera's clitoris teasingly with her tongue for quite some time, Doris at last acquiesced to the girls sincere pleas and brought her to a roaring climax.

Doris with her hands and fists, extracted several more orgasms from Maera before she slid under the blonde woman and instructed her, softly and sweetly, what to do. Doris always adored receiving cunnilingus, suddenly it mattered not whether the practitioner was male or female as Doris felt herself lifting away. As she moaned, at that moment, it seemed to Doris that she was an observer some distance away, perhaps beyond the ceiling before her soul returned to her gasping form on Wentro's sheets. At the same moment, the emperor came in torrents all over herself and Maera, but Doris hardly cared. Her lips found Maera's and for seemingly the longest time, only the two of them were present in the universe.

The two women were drenched in sweat and spent passion. To Wentro it seemed that the two women fairly glowed. For only a passing second, the dictator thought it impolite to interfere with the relationship displayed before him, but then he was hard again, and those thoughts vanished. In a surprisingly soft voice he instructed Maera to position herself where Wentro could eat her out while he fucked Doris.

Both Doris and Maera were loathe to disrupt their idyll but both knew that Wentro was to be obeyed without question. The logistics took some working out. Doris rode a supine Wentro while Maera straddled his face. Doris noted that when Maera subsequently came for Wentro the passion did not quite match that which she had shown for Doris. The Emperor however, was so caught up in his own needs and satisfaction that he did not notice the difference in enthusiasm. Doris forced the thought out of her mind as Wentro's prodigious manhood released itself deep inside her. Doris herself came with just as much intensity.

Once Wentro came, Doris and Maera kissed and praised the despot until his tireless manhood was ready for another round. The women traded places from the first triple encounter. Doris had to conclude that Wentro's tongue was every bit as gifted as his cock. After everyone was satisfied anew Wentro was effusive in praise of his two concubines. 

"Both of you have out done yourselves. You will both have the rare honor of spending the night with me. When you awake in the morning, some truly spectacular gifts will be waiting for you in your quarters. But now let us all get some sleep and dream about our wonderful night together."

With Doris on the right and Maera to his left, the trio soon fell into deep slumber. Doris knew that she should not try to imagine what sort of present would be waiting for her in the morning, but she could not help herself. Instinctively, Doris knew that it would be jewelry, and Doris like flashy baubles more than most women. Doris took a long look at the gray, Vaughn reptilian man. How he could be simultaneously so cruel and so giving was a paradox Doris could never hope to unravel. For a passing instant Doris envisioned strangling Wentro in his sleep with a bit of Maera's cast off lace, but she realized that, if she were successful, her death would be profoundly painful for an unseemly length of time. Forcing all thoughts of revolution out of her conscious mind, Doris slept well despite a reoccurring dream. 

Doris was in a giant soap bubble floating back to earth, just as she saw the skyscrapers of New York, the soap bubble would burst and hurtle Doris back through space and onto Wentro's huge penis. "Will I ever see home again?" she thought after the soap bubble shattered for the third time. At one point during the night, Doris reached across the slumbering Wentro and found Maera's hand. Softly, so as not to wake her, the earth woman squeezed the blonde's manicured fingers. She recalled Maera's touch and realized, "Here on Turga I can love and be loved in ways that I could never be on earth." The thought stayed with Doris for quite some time an affected her deeply. Then, after making herself comfortable once again, she dreamed deeply and sweetly of Maera.



The Diversion of Doris Ch. 05



The next morning Wentro gently woke Doris and Maera. The two women gazed at each other, smiled broadly and then applied themselves to Wentro's massive morning wood. The two women fillated the Emperor together, bringing him to a rousing and most satisfying climax. Once the women had lapped up as much of the dictator's sweet syrupy cum as they could, Wentro stroked their heads and dismissed them. Maera redressed herself in the emerald clothing she had worn to the royal bed chamber. Wistfully, the naked Doris padded off to her sleeping alcove.

The presents that were waiting for her, elated Doris a great deal. There were three rings, ruby, emerald and sapphire. To wear about Doris' narrow waist was a gold chain studded with black pearls, topaz stones and silver filigrees. Doris could not even imagine how much the baubles would bring on earth. Doris tried them on and modeled them for other members of the harem. Many of the women were jealous. They did not understand what their master saw in the slim, ebon haired woman. Doris realized that she was greatly favored by the absolute ruler of the planet Turga. Still she would trade all of her valuable gifts to stroll, fully dressed and anonymous through Times Square.

Part of Doris knew that she was living on borrowed time. If some new conquest were to capture the fancy of Emperor Wentro, Doris was sure to be cast aside. Doris imagined the long years ahead. Somehow she knew that the days when she was not being used by Wentro would fairly creep along. When Raja was out of earshot, some of the less favored women of the harem were vociferous about their feelings of boredom and loneliness. Wentro kept many more women than he was capable of using. Only rarely was a woman that he owned gifted as prize to a diplomat or offered in tribute as part of a treaty. Wentro had definite favorites but was disinclined to disposing of a woman once he had acquired her. Doris thought again of Wentro's desire to impregnate her with a daughter who would one day take Doris's place in the harem, and decided that she wanted no part of that scenario.

Doris wanted children, but first she wanted a husband, a human husband. She recalled the many men she had known on earth. Some were better candidates for marriage than others but all of them were preferable to Wentro. "True," Doris told herself "I'll never find a cock, like Wentro's again. I may never be brought to the heights sexually as I have been for the last several days, but I would gladly trade them for a house in the country and a very ordinary man, with a very human penis, preferably a large one." Doris fingered her collar, and gazed at her refection in the mirror. She considered Pete Brown and wondered if he was fitting into life on Turga, more successfully than herself. "He really wasn't a bad guy. A bit boorish, but perhaps, if given the chance, I could have taken the hard edges off of him and made him a suitable consort. Too bad he will never get a second chance to make a first impression with me." 

Several weeks passed Doris was still kept spectacularly nude, much to her consternation. Making love to Wentro was never boring yet the danger of serving him also never faded. One morning, Doris' ' revere was interrupted by the arrival of Raja. Doris was to wear all of the jewelry she had been gifted while she served in the throne room for the day.

"The Emperor, would display his benevolence." said the harem keeper. After, breakfast, a bath and a perfume misting, Doris gathered up her rhythm stick and strode into the throne room. Her many jewels caught the light and flashed in stunning ways. Doris heard many oohs and ahhs as she took up her spot to the right of the throne.

Pete Brown was going over the plan in his head for the thousandth time. Because he had successfully made himself anonymous in Wentro's Air Corps, no one batted an eye when Pete began devouring the weapons manual. Wentro's power was such that few dared attack him. His army and air corps had not had to handle anything larger than a skirmish for over a quarter of a century. The idea that someone would strike at Emperor Wentro was considered ludicrous, especially in his throne room. Even the renegades whose attack had turned Wentro from an imposing ordinary human into a foreboding gray skinned, vaguely reptilian being had struck during a private meeting with his eminence. In fact, so smoothly and firmly did Wentro rule, that no one really paid attention to the munitions manuals any more. Nearly all of Turga believed that Wentro would vacate the throne only upon his death, and his lifespan was very long. Pete had not been able to figure out just how old Wentro really was but Turgans lived for hundreds of years, from an earth perspective. Not even Pete was deluded enough into believing that he could actually kill Wentro. On the other hand, he and his throne room could be rendered incapacitated for a few moments. In those moments, Pete could retrieve Doris, spirit her away to a waiting space ship. Pete gazed at the tiny devices he had built. Everything he had read told him that it would work. All he needed was patience to be rotated into the Air Corps honor guard. 

Doris gazed at the crowd assembled that morning in the throne room. She was startled to see a familiar face. Standing off to one side, next to an air speeder and looking very sharp in an Air Corps uniform, was Pete Brown. Doris felt herself flush with embarrassment. Somehow, the presence of a fellow earthling made Doris's nudity worse. Across the room her eyes met Pete's soft brown ones. "He really is not bad looking." thought Doris to herself before her spotlight flared and she began to sing "Anything Goes" in her very pleasing alto voice. Doris had just completed the first chorus when she heard a loud popping sound and the room was plunged into momentary darkness. A fraction of a second later the lights returned and Doris noted that everyone present in the throne room save herself and Pete were unconscious!

Pete jumped onto a nearby air speeder and yelled. "Let's get out of here Doris!"

Suddenly rousing herself, Doris sprinted for the air speeder and slid into the seat behind Pete. Immediately the vehicle rose to the air and tore out of the entrance of Wentro's throne room. Doris clung tight to Pete as the speeder climbed and darted crazily until it came to rest at the spaceport. Hastily Pete hurled another one of his grenades at knot of corpsmen guarding the smallest of the space ships. Grasping Doris by the hand, Pete fairly dragged Doris up the ramp and into the space ship. Once inside, Pete closed the door, planted Doris before a bank of instruments and levers and yelled. "Doris, unless you want to die a very nasty death, pull the levers I tell you to in the order I give you. I can not pilot this ship alone and if they catch us..."'

"I understand," replied Doris. The reporter from the New York Call lost track of all sense of time as she struggled to keep up with Pete's instructions. To her considerable delight she felt the cigar shaped vehicle rise from the ground and begin to accelerate. In the view plate above Pete's head, Doris watched fascinated as Turga became a rapidly shrinking sphere.

"OK. Now it will run on automatic until we reach earth. This ship is not as fast as the one that abducted us. It will take about eight four hours until we return to home."

Doris took a step away from the controls and allowed herself to breathe.

"Won't they follow us, Pete?" asked Doris.

"They might, but this ship can become invisible even to the best Turgan sensors. They use ships like this for spying missions on Turga and Earth and other planets that Wentro has designs on. If they pursue us they won't be able to find us, even though, in our case, they know exactly where we are headed."

"What did you use, Pete?" asked an awed Doris.

"Anesthetic grenades, I was able to calibrate them so that the only beings they did not affect were humans. Incredibly simple to use, if you know what you are doing."

"Oh, Pete!" gushed Doris as she embraced the airplane mechanic.

Doris melted in Pete's arms and graced him with a stupendous kiss. Pete reveled in the osculation and replied.

"Quite a difference from when before we were abducted." stated Pete matter of factually. "How do I know that the arrogant bitchy, Doris Dowd does not return once we get back to earth."

Suddenly chastened Doris replied, "I'm sorry about being so dismissive of you earlier Pete. To be honest, I had written you off without a second thought. I was used to a particular kind of man, you did not fit the mold. In my defense, you seemed to be only interested in me in a particular way. But, you saved my life, and that changes a lot of things. In fact, let me demonstrate my gratitude." Doris reached for the buttons on Pete's tunic.

Pete gathered up Doris in his strong arms and steered her over to one of the padded chairs on the starboard side of the craft. Pete delighted in the touch of Doris' soft warm soft hands as they opened his shirt. He gazed intently at the beautiful black haired woman. The jewels she wore made her even more beautiful. Pete eyed the diamond capped studs in her succulent nipples. Gently he fingered the objects. As lovely and as flawless as the diamonds were, Doris's nipples and breasts were far more enthralling and twice as perfect. Pete moved his mouth to Doris's firm mounds of womanhood. She tasted every bit as sweet in reality as she had in Pete's dreams.

Peter worked his way down Doris' fine body. She tasted like sunshine and nectar. At the juncture of Doris' legs, Pete inhaled her heavenly aroma of her thickly carpeted sex before he began exploring it with his tongue and lips. Doris was quite surprised and delighted to discover that Pete was rather skilled at cunnilingus. Pete's many hours in the air corps brothel had not gone for naught. Pete realized that he was now twice the lover he had been. The harem girls had been polite and willing teachers. Pete had arrived on Wentro as an all hands, all thrust lover for whom cunnilingus was mostly an alien concept. Wentro courtesans, however expected to be satisfied by their clients, not just used obnoxiously. After his first few visits to the air corps brothel, the Madame took Pete aside and told him in no uncertain terms that, if he did not learn how to properly treat her girls, she would talk to his commander and have him banned prom the premises. Pete was a very horny man but he was not stupid. He became a contrite and diligent student and of late the working girls had come to covet Pete's touch. As for Doris, the subject of his current diligence, she felt divine to be desired and satisfied on her own terms and not just looked upon as an alien novelty.

All at once, Pete was as naked as she. Doris licked and kissed her way down Pete's body. Doris discovered that she liked Pete's body rather well. She would never have imagined that such a fine physique lay under his earth coveralls or beneath this dashing Turgan uniform. Pete's penis was neither too large nor two small. The fellatio that Doris performed on Pete's equipment was the most wonderful that both the penis and Doris had ever enjoyed. When Pete came, Doris lapped up his seed with gusto. If Doris was disappointed that the earth man did not taste like sweet syrup, her face did not show it. 

Pete surprised Doris by being ready to go again in a very short time. He did not have the recuperative powers of Wentro, but then, what man did? Without a word, Doris mounted Pete's shaft and remembered all the familiar joys of human intercourse. That she would never mount Wentro's huge textured rod, was only the most transitory of passing sadness's.. Doris panted and screamed as Pete smiled in delight. Once she collapsed upon him they kissed and cuddled for quite some time.

"Pete, I hope that proves to you that I have feelings for you." She said at last. 

For a long while after those words they embraced in silence, both contemplating the future that had just opened before them. Eventually Doris broke the profound silence.

"Have you chosen a landing spot for us on Earth yet? " she asked.

Pete smiled and said, "We will be landing in style in Central Park, appropriately enough, right near the Explorer's Gate."

A sudden realization crossed Doris' countenance, "My God Pete! We can't land there I'll be naked in front of thousands of people!"

"You were naked in front of that many in Wentro's castle." Peter replied calmly.

"But THIS is different!"

"I don't know," deadpanned Pete. "I think the press would really get a charge out of your appearance. I for one really like the collar and the diamond studs. Wentro was definitely right about one thing, you DO look much better without clothing."

"But, Pete!" whined Doris.

"As it so happens I DO think of every eventuality." From a pouch in the back of the cast off air corps uniform, a grinning Peter withdrew a bit of shimmering fabric.

"I was able to pry this away from one of the working girls in the air corps harem. Had I gone shopping for a regular dress in your size I would have aroused suspicions."

Pete handed Doris the frock. She held it up to her slender form. She realized, with dread, that it would not conceal very much of her. Doris slid the tiny garment on. It barely covered her nipples and lower parts of her breasts from view and ended just an inch or three below her crotch. Obviously, there was nothing to wear under it. 

"I suppose it IS better than nothing." said Doris trying hard to mask the disappointment in her voice. 

"Well I like it at any rate." replied Pete. 

Doris noted her leer and said laughingly, "Its nice to see that in some ways you have not changed a bit , Mr. Brown"

After they both giggled a bit, Doris continued,

"As a reporter I can just picture the sensation we will cause when we return to Earth. I wonder if I can get my old job back? But then again EVERY newspaper in the world will want exclusive rights to my story. I can pen it myself and cut out the ghost writer. I could see it being turned into a movie or radio plays." said Doris excitedly.

"You will really have to heavily censor your story, Doris honey." cautioned Pete. "Hollywood movies don't show the kind of stuff we witnessed; your initial stripping by Wentro for example. I am able to imagine all sorts of actresses in that scene, but only in my mind, no studio would touch it. If we wrote a book however, we could infer a lot more as to what went on. Without doubt we would have real spicy best seller! Sexier even than any issue of "Spicy Mystery Stories" or "Spicy Detective.'" 

"You read that sort of literature?" gasped Doris.

"If think those are bad you should see the stuff the air corps commanders gave us to relax with when we weren't reading technical manuals. If I brought some of those back to earth I'd end up at Sing-Sing! Besides you are not exactly an angel yourself, Miss Dowd." 

"No, Pete, no I'm not." Doris face looked intently at Peter's handsome features. "There is a great deal we need to talk about."

For the next several hours Doris and Pete had a heart to heart talk. Doris realized that Pete had really been altered by his time on Turga. He had lost the brash and boorish edge. He had a charm and a confidence that Doris really took a shine to. She found that she could confide in him and shared every detail of her sexual history before their abduction. Pete seemed nonplussed by the information as he shared as much about himself. Doris was genuinely moved by Pete's next words,

"In so many ways I WAS a titanic jerk before I came to Turga. Back then, you were just a woman I desired on MY terms. I apologize for the way I leered at you, Doris. Once upon a time it would have mattered, but now I don't care a fig how many men you have slept with. We have a new life ahead of us. I want to share that life with you." 

In a sudden insight Doris realized that few if any earthmen would be as understanding as Pete. In her old life she had to juggle lovers and performed amazing feats of skulduggery to keep them from finding out about each other. How would those same, jealous and vain men react to her time in Wentro's harem? They would press her for details and ask pointed questions. Doris realized that where ever she went or however long she lived, her time in Wentro's harem would cling to her like a scarlet letter. Only a person who had shared some of her experience would not stand in judgment of her.  

"When we get back, I want our first stop to be Macy's and our second stop to be the Justice of the Peace." stated Doris excitedly as their conversation neared its end.

"We won't lack for money, Pete." she continued. "I can sell my jewels for a fortune!"

"Why don't you hold on to them Doris, honey. You worked hard for them. Besides, we will make far more money off the patents I'll take out for all of the Turgan technology I mastered while in the air corps. Among other things, I intend to be the first man to walk on the moon!" 

Doris sat soaking in the sun aboard the yacht that she and Pete owned. The past two years had been tumultuous ones. Their arrival in Central Park had caused even the most jaded New Yorker to pause and gawk. Newsreel cameras showed up their operators openly salivating at Doris's enticing form.. With Doris wrapped in a concealing blanket, she and Pete made the cover of "Life" magazine. Pete's subsequent inventions had caused him to be named "Time's" Man of the Year" The tale Doris wrote about their exploits had been serialized in everything from the Chicago "Tribune" to "McCall's" To "Look," "Liberty" and the Reader's Digest." Everyone wanted a piece of Doris and more men and women than she could believe existed wanted a roll in the hay with her. Doris and Pete retained the services of a first rate legal firm to protect their new wealth and guard their images. The firm did an astonishing job. Stamping out and slapping injunctions upon the things people were making without authorization was now almost the full time responsibility of the firm.

Some were incredibly raunchy but were at least worth a laugh or two. A guilty pleasure for both Pete and Doris was a "Tijuana bible," an adult comic book that told Doris' and Pete's story with far more accuracy and frankness than was ever going to appear in the above ground media. It was entitled "Dora The Carnal Explorer" a poetic title meant to flout copyright law which fooled no one. The artwork was surprisingly good, and the likeness of cartoon "Dora" to the real thing was striking. Obviously the artist had been quite inspired. Pete thought the comic very reminiscent of the sort of literature Turgan air men were given to relax with in their off hours. He was also claimed that comic book caught Doris's personality better than any interview or magazine profile had. It seemed a shame to have such a labor of love put to the torch so Doris had sought out the artist, rewarded him with a large fee and a complimentary nude modeling session. In exchange the artist readily promised to never recreate his masterpiece. Now thousands of the comic books were in storage at a Brooklyn warehouse. Some would be be carefully gifted to loyal friends and confidants. What Doris would do with the rest she had no idea.

Doris felt wonderful to just relax and breath in the salty Mediterranean air. Doris stroked the arm of the millionaire's wife in the adjoining chair. She made scant acknowledgment as she was caught up in reading "Dora The Carnal Explorer." Like Doris she was nude and stunningly beautiful. While they had had a devil of a time getting the collar off of her neck, Doris had made no attempt to have the diamond studs removed from her breasts. Pete enjoyed them and removing them promised to be a laborious, complicated, and potentially disfiguring operation that Doris would just as soon not endure. 




The Diversion of Doris Ch. 05



The woman, her husband, Doris and Pete were as close as four people could be. The quartet discovered that they were all blithely interchangeable in bed a fact that they delighted in reliving often. The money was pouring in, Peter was on his was to becoming the richest man on the globe. Previously shuttered factories were humming as they created the many new devices and products that Pete owned the rights to. A ring of satellites now circled the earth. The sporadic communication of just a year ago was banished forever. Color televisions for every home would be arriving at stores just in time for the 1938 Christmas shopping season. The depression that Doris remembered from her days before her abduction was a rapidly fading memory.

As a side project, Pete was building the craft that would carry two dozen scientists and geologists to the moon, the president had yet to decide if Pete was too valuable to be permitted to risk his life on the trek, no matter how safe Pete claimed the space ship would be. Doris was hoping that the president would come down on the negative side of the equation. She did not want her beloved Pete to venture into space ever again.

Pete and the millionaire husband sat not far away, brainstorming over business and invention ideas. Doris' eyed both nude men hungrily. It was so rare to find another couple that could look past Pete and Doris' celebrity and notoriety, especially one consisting of such a beautiful and passionate woman and so charming, sensual. and well hung man. Doris realized that these were the only friends from her life prior to her abduction that she had retained. 

Doris had her own wealth now. Never again would she be a starving reporter, although she hoped that she always retained passion for a good story and intense prose. The millions from her own book deals, newspaper rights, and movie contracts was a nice nest egg. Pete had insisted that she keep the money for herself and use it any way she saw fit. A feature film starring Rita Hayworth had been made about her story. Just as Pete had predicted, however, the movie barely hinted at the nudity she had to endure for months on end. The European cut, on the other hand, did have a full length scene of a naked stand in shot from behind. Faring much better was Orson Welles in the role of Wentro.

Doris had to conclude that Welles had captured Wentro's swagger and pomposity perfectly. Even the voice he selected was not a bad match. The film did so-so business at the box office, mainly because Doris' book had been much more explicit (yet, out of necessity, still relatively tame). Orson was quite appreciative of the statuette he took home from the Academy however. Doris used some of her money to endow a new journalism school at her Alma mater, most went to charity but the wonders of Turgan technology meant that traditional human failings like poverty, unemployment, hunger, and crime were rapidly disappearing. 

The woman next to Doris gently stroked Doris's thigh as she set the comic book aside. She smiled and said, "I'll pretend to be Maera tonight if you tell me all about Wentro's cock!" With that the women emitted peals of laughter before rising as one and embracing.