Chapter Thirty-one
Melinda’s eyes opened. She stared at a nondescript white ceiling that covered plain white walls. She slowly sat up to see that she lay on a fancy cot on a gray concrete-like floor. Voices came from the other side of a door.
Quietly, she peeked out. Holy shit. A gaggle of women dressed in toga-like sheets lay around on beanbags and blankets. Food sat on trays mixed in among the bodies. The ladies laughed and talked like they were at the beach for the afternoon. No one looked threatening.
Melinda stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. One of the women saw her. “Look, the new one is awake.” All heads turned to her. She didn’t like being the center of attention. One of the ladies hopped up from her seat and pulled another bag into the group.
“Come sit by me, young one. We have lots of questions for you. As I’m sure you do for us.” The woman winked and smiled. Melinda put on a happy face, not wanting to appear threatening. Maybe she’d find out what was going on here. So far, so good. On her way to sit by the woman, a crashing sound on the other side of the room startled her. Four gorgeous men were gathered, one on the ground with a fallen table on him.
The woman who had called her waved a hand in the air. “Don’t worry about them. They’re just fighting to see who gets to try to impregnate you first.”
Melinda froze. “Excuse me? Impregnate me?”
Again, the woman waved her hand. “It’s nothing. Come sit with us. We’ll explain everything.” Melinda wasn’t sure she believed the nonchalance these women showed, but it did seem like no one cared about what the men were doing. She slid onto the cushy bag and looked around. Fruit sat on a tray next to her. It looked fresh and delicious, especially since she hadn’t had breakfast.
“Please, help yourself. The food here is really good.” Others paying attention agreed. She lifted a juicy slice and bit off the end. Wow, it really was good. Tasted like pineapple. She ate the slice then chose a different piece, which tasted like kiwi.
“So,” the main woman started, “I am Kim, the head harem ho.” The women laughed. “Not really a ho, but I’ve been here for a while and feel like the lady of the house when it comes to new recruits.”
“New recruits?” Melinda didn’t like the sound of that. “Recruits for what?”
Kim laughed. “Relax, dear. You’re so uptight. Here you’ll have nothing to do but sit back and enjoy life.”
“What do you mean by nothing to do?” Melinda asked.
Another lady spoke up. “Just that. We do whatever we want, whenever we want. No job to go to, no bills to pay, no cooking or cleaning, no spouses to piss you off. But you do have hot men.” The lady snapped her fingers in the air then pivoted her beanbag seat to put her back to them. One of the men came toward her, a smile on his face.
He bent over her, wrapped a hand around her neck aggressively, and kissed her. Going to his knees, he kissed down her neck and lower. Melinda couldn’t see what was happening after his head dipped lower than the bean seat, but the lady flopped her head back and arms to the sides. Part of the sheet once covering her body draped her bent knees, opening her to him. Her sensual moan brought a deep blush to Melinda’s cheeks.
Some of the others giggled. Kim leaned toward Melinda. “That’s Deb. She definitely uses the provided accommodations often. We’re guessing she had very little sex in her life before this. She can’t get enough.”
The women giggled again.
Kim sat up straight. “Now, tell us who you are and how you came to be with us in paradise.”
Paradise? Hardly. “My name is Melinda and I was kidnapped by some man. I need help getting back home, I guess.”
They all looked at one another.
“Why do you want to go back? You have everything here you could want. If not, just ask the king and he’ll get it for you,” a beautiful woman with long black hair said.
Whoa. King?
“What king would that be?” Melinda asked while Deb’s moans became louder.
Kim patted her hand. “No worries. Cuzork is a generous ruler. He gives us everything we want, but he can be hard on the help. He’s rather demanding and wants what he wants. Now. He likes material things. Seems the more he amasses, the happier he is. He’s been a bit tense this past week, though.”
Melinda wondered if that had anything to do with her and Hamel. “So this king, Cuzork, does he keep up with things in Uganda?” She assumed everyone here was from the area, too.
Kim’s brows scrunched. “Uganda? That’s in Earth’s dimension. I don’t know why anyone would want to pay attention to that plane. All us ladies want to stay here.”
A shocked and excited burst of adrenaline shot through her. “You mean we’re not on Earth? But a different dimension altogether?”
“That’s what one of the help told me one time. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but going by some of the things I’ve seen happen, I’d believe it.”
“Like what?” Melinda asked.
Kim leaned a little closer and lowered her voice. “I’ve seen things appear from thin air and disappear the same way. And a couple times when I was in forbidden areas, I’ve seen these ugly black blob-looking things floating around.”
“I see,” Melinda said with a nod. She had no doubt Kim was a few fries short of a Happy Meal. Melinda would probably have to find a way to escape on her own.
With an annoying scream, Deb sounded like the man had finished her off. He sat back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then grabbed her hips and turned her over the bag, stomach down. He crawled between her legs and slid an enormous cock into her.
Memories of last night with Hamel flashed in her brain. A tingle warmed her body. She had to find a way back to him. Life wouldn’t be worth having without him. Did she just really think that? Analyzing her feelings at that moment, she realized she cared for him. Like, deeply cared. He was perfect in all the ways she wanted. Caring, nice, strong, hot, incredible at sex, and he liked her.
Of course, she had thought those things about her previous boyfriend, until he betrayed her. Melinda’s stomach churned at the thought of what he’d done to her. She couldn’t risk that again. Not yet, right?
Kim clapped her hands.
“Okay, everyone, time to eat soon. Freshen up in your room and be back in shortly.” With the snap of her fingers, one of the men headed to them. He was a beautiful specimen, but nothing close to her Hamel. He offered a hand to help her up. “Please take her to the empty room next to Marian’s.”
He bowed. “With pleasure, Your Highness.” A warm hand settled on Melinda’s lower back and guided her toward the door. The hallway outside had the same plain white walls, ceiling, and floor that the other rooms did. No pictures, art, or decorations. Pretty bland.
After passing several doors, her guide opened the last door in the long aisle. She walked in and almost tripped over her own feet as a hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her against the wall.