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guffawed and exited the cabin leaving Tracy shaking with anger.
    The Jer'hym settled in his cage and regarded Tracy.
    "I'm sssso ssssorry. I tried to warn you; I did. But you didn't understand."
    "I'm sorry we didn't either. Are there any others like you captive?"
    "No, he killed my femalessss when he took my ship. He only kept me alive for his sssshows."
    "What are his shows?"
    "Youse sssseee. Sssssick."
    With that the door to the cabin opened, and Kor walked in.
    "You're all ready I see! I'm looking forward to this."
    "Don't you fucking touch me," said Tracy.
    Kor looked at her with disdain. "I wouldn't dream of touching you, Kerdim whore."
    "What did you call me?"
    "Kerdim. You don't even know the name of the species of that tracker. Pathetic. Whore, as to any who would mate with a creature outside her own species."
    "Purissst asssss," said Ennhr.
    Kor turned to the Jer'hym. "Shut up, you! You are here for one thing only."
    Ennhr laughed, a strange sound between a trill and a cough. "Yousse sssee, Kor hassss a problem. No female of hissss species will have him, but he can't fuck anything elsssse becaussse to him itsss racial sssin."
    "Shut up!"
    "Ssso we have thesse little ssshows."
    "Dim lights," said Kor, glaring at Ennhr. The lights lowered and little flames danced up in sconces around the room. A soft music starting playing in the background. Kor stood in front of Tracy and stripped his clothes slowly. Tracy turned her head away.
    "Look at me!" he commanded.
    "Fuck you!"
    "Wouldn't you like that, you little whore?" He bent down and smacked her cheek enough to spread a burning feeling through it.
    "Look at me!"
    Tracy looked ahead, not acknowledging him, but she couldn't help seeing a thick long cock so red it was almost purple hanging between his legs right in front of her.
    "Sing, Ennhr, or you know what will happen to you."
    A soft trilling filled the room.
    "Ah," said Kor putting his hands to his cock. "Do you know what the song of the Jer'hym does, Kerdim whore?"
    "Yes," choked Tracy.
    "What does it do?" said Kor his voice growing husky as his cock grew hard under the ministrations of his hands.
    "It is said to bring orgasms."
    "Correct, it does. For the male to sing, there must be a female present. The females inspire the intensity of the song, you see. So you will watch as Ennhr sings, and I come to completion. If you inspire him to sing prettily enough, I may let you live."
    The trilling grew louder and more intense. It turned into a complex weaving of notes and sounds. Tracy thought it was beautiful and got swept up into the alien music. It also began to have a curious effect on Tracy.
    She felt desire curling through her body, and her breasts tingled, her nipples hardening into tight nubs. Her surroundings fell away, and she completely forgot where she was. Each note seemed to touch her directly, unlocking a different sensation inside her.
    She remembered the feel of silk against her nipples, the taste of chocolate in her mouth, and the feel of hot sun warming her wet body as she dried from a cold swim in the ocean. Her body relaxed in a delicious way, and the only thing that kept her upright were how her hands and feet were bound. She strained against the binding, which gave her a different pleasure of wanting and needing to do more.
    Tracy moaned. The trilling become louder and more sweet, a delicious promise of things to come. She was so desperate now for stimulation of her sensitive places she groaned.
    The trilling became long notes, almost like the notes of a flute. Tracy started breathing harder, and the notes became more intense.
    "Yes, yes," gasped Kor. The sounds of his hands working his cock like slaps against his flesh were audible now along with his moans of pleasure. "Good, good."
    Tracy whimpered, the sounds of the Jer'hym's song filling her mind and body, strumming it like the strings of a guitar. In her mind, Rev was touching her; Rev was the one igniting her passions. Every memory of every