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inclined?
    Or maybe to prevent her from catching a decent breath—because she panted until she nearly passed out.  There were times when she thought she actually did black out at least briefly.
    It was rough—raw sex without even lip service of ‘making love’.  Not like anything she’d ever experienced before or even thought she might want to experience.
    Which made it all the more incomprehensible to her that she began to crave what they did to her in very short order. 
    She knew—was almost completely certain—that days passed in this manner.  Maybe a week.  It was hard to track the time, but there were ‘rest’ spells.  There were times when she was allowed some respite and fed, allowed to use the facilities for her needs.
    She wasn’t actually allowed a rest period for sleep.  She knew she reached such a point of exhaustion after a while that she would grab snatches of sleep here and there, simply pass out for minutes or maybe as much as an hour before she was awakened again either by one of her masters who’d come to torment her or by the suit itself.
    All of those things added to the ‘encounters’ seemed to add up to many days and yet they also seemed to blend together as an unending chain of events.
    Somewhere along the time line, however, she began to notice that the deep itch created by the almost constant stimulation of the suit eased slightly when the men would expend their own desires on her.  It was actually far worse for a while afterward, because she either wasn’t allowed to climax or she simply couldn’t achieve completion.  But she still craved those moments when it seemed they were appeasing the itch.
    She was dismayed, frightened, and excited all at the same time when she reached that point.  How could she crave something that only made the itch much worse afterward?  True, it did almost appease the ache, at least briefly, and the increased intensity of the throbbing afterward didn’t last long, but there was no real reward. 
    It was scary that she’d gotten accustomed to being used this way so quickly that she wanted it.
    Maybe there was something about the suit that affected her mind?
    Or maybe it was the ‘reward’ system that affected her mind? 
    Sexual stimuli made the brain produce chemicals, she knew, and it was possible because of that to become addicted to sex in much the same way some people became addicted to the adrenaline rush from taking deadly risks and others from the ‘highs’ they got exercising.
    To say nothing of those who got addicted to non-biologically produced drugs.
    But was it possible it could happen in such a relatively short length of time?
    Roughly a week later, she entered the second phase of her training and realized they truly were in complete control of her and that it wasn’t likely she would ever be the same again.
    Chapter Six
    The commander was waiting for her when Tilly emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed after hours of ‘performing’ for the alien giants. 
    Not that she actually did a lot of performing, she thought wryly.
    Basically, she was posed by the nano-suit and held down while they rammed into her with the giant members that went with their giant everything else.
    She was so sore she hurt all over from the constant stimuli of the suit, from the sex, and from the nano-suit twisting her body into positions it couldn’t comfortably assume.
    And from the constant, unremitting, tension of her muscles as her body built toward release over and over and never achieved it.
    It was a struggle to fight back the urge to cry when she saw ‘him’ waiting for her.
    There was just something about him that made her ordeal far more of an ordeal when it was him.
    And she always knew him—or thought she did—even when she was prevented from knowing by sight or sound by the mask the nano-suit formed over her head.
    He tilted his head questioningly when she stopped abruptly at the sight of him.  Instead of saying anything,