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 Inspector Chalmers had just got back from the beach and took a nice,
relaxing shower.  He dressed casually and went down to the bar on the
boardwalk, where he socialized for a few minutes and then had a bite to
eat. He ordered some beer sent up to his room, and socialized a little
more. Then he headed up to his room to begin reading the second document in
Maria's journals.

   Abduction

   "Well, things were progressing quite nicely at school.  I was getting
excellent grades, I was beginning to enjoy the small-town atmosphere, and I
liked most of my professors.  The music department, although good, was not
quite up to the level of the conservatory.  Still, I was determined to make
the best of the situation, so I worked hard.

   "My parents had pretty much broken off all contact with me.  An
occasional card or email was all I received.  No one from home much cared,
I think, whether I lived or died, and they were all pretty well happy that
I was far away.

   "The psychologist assigned to my case kept in touch via email and the
occasional phone call.  She was very much interested in both my public and
private life.  She seemed really pleased that I seemed to be adjusting and
getting along.  At times, she would ask me about my relationship with the
librarian.  I kept her in the loop, giving her quite detailed accounts of
my adventures with him.  I also kept her informed on my public and
scholastic lives.  I think she was keeping detailed records on her own.

   Inspector Chalmers made a note concerning this journal entry.  TransStar
needed to find out who that psychologist was and get in touch with her.  He
then continued reading.

   "Well, springtime came and I was getting along pretty well.  I had some
friends, and they knew what I was doing with the librarian.  We were not
close, but it was needed human contact.  I had pretty much settled in to my
new life.

   "The librarian, as my lover, had become a joy and delight.  I never knew
what he would do to me in our sexual adventures.  He kept me off-balance,
and the sexual pleasures he gave me were exquisite.  Very often, after a
session, I would be a shivering pile of jelly.  It would take a little time
for me to regain my composure and get back to normal.  I always looked
forward to the weekends with him.  As I said before, I was lubricating at
just the thought of him.  More and more, when I was working at the library,
I would find myself soaking wet and my thighs twitching.  If he chose to
touch me during these occurrences, I would literally come very, very close
to climaxing.

   "I had always enjoyed being naked, and I began to find excuses to be
nude more and more.  This, at times, caused awkward situations, like when,
earlier in the morning, I went to check my mail, quite naked.  A few people
got a nice look.  I just laughed.  But I had to be careful; I did not want
to get into trouble.

   "Well, about this time, the term was almost over.  I was looking forward
to a pleasant summer with some work, musical practice, and relaxation.  I
decided I would not take any courses.  The librarian was going away for
three weeks; he had a series of conferences to attend.  I would be on my
own.  He had given me permission to seek a human partner for those three
weeks if I wanted.  I did not.  Instead, I asked for access to his
apartment so I could use the sex toys.  He granted it.  The toys would not
be as pleasurable as when he used them, but they would give me some
pleasure.

   "Two weekends before he was scheduled to leave, we had a wild sex
session at his place.  He spanked me, teased me, used the giant dong on me,
and, in short, had me in tears and begging before he brought me to release.
I slipped off of the dong and lay on the floor, a pile of jelly, panting
and in heaven.  He had never teased me that much before, and when the
climax came, it was intense, pleasurable, and painful.  When I regained my
composure, my nipples, clitoris, and mound were still very tender and
sensitive.  I sat up and smiled at my cyborg lover.

   "Well, we talked for a few minutes, and the doorbell rang.  I answered
it.  The two men at the door were strangers to me, but my lover knew them.
I let them in.  They greeted my lover and sat down.  The three of them
began an animated conversation about various computing systems for
maintaining library content.  I wasn't interested; I pulled a book out of
the shelf and began to read.

   "After a bit of discussion, my lover asked me to make up some snacks and
get the two some drinks.  I made up a tray of cheeses and fruits, and got
some chilled ales for the two men.  The librarian decided to have wine, and
asked me to join in.  I poured two glasses of a lovely, white wine and sat
on the floor closer to the three men.  They were admiring my body.  I
blushed a bit, smiled, and shifted to give them a nice view.  I was still a
little tingly from our sex, so I enjoyed the attention.

   "Well, the men talked on and on about such things as IO management and
caching.  I listened, but quickly grew bored.  And for some reason, I grew
drowsier and drowsier as I sipped my wine.  I did not know it, but the
librarian had not taken a sip of wine.  It was drugged.  By the time I had
finished the glass, I was almost asleep and could not stand.  I think that
I saw the three of them smiling at me.  I passed out and collapsed on the
floor.

   "When I awoke, I was bound and gagged.  I was not uncomfortable, but I
could only wiggle and squirm.  I was in a small room somewhere, on the bed.
I had no clue what had happened.  And I had to use the bathroom, soon, and
I was very hungry.  One of the men who had been at the librarian's entered
the room, looked down at me, and smiled.  And then he spoke.

   `The drug, Maria, was timed.  We knew exactly when you would awaken. 
Now, your bonds will be removed if you behave, and you will be permitted to
move about the cabin.  You are not permitted to leave the cabin.  We will
endeavor to make this trip as comfortable as possible.  If you try to
escape, you will be drugged again, bound and gagged, and be permitted to
lie in your own excrement.  Understood?'

   "I nodded vigorously.  The bonds were removed, and I hurried to use the
toilet.  My guard watched while I used it and washed up.  He asked me if I
was hungry, and another guard brought me some food.  The two looked
pleasant enough as I ate.  I asked for a shower, and was told I could not
shower until the frigate left orbit.

   "A frigate!  I was on a TransStar ship!  The librarian had sold me,
probably into some sort of sexual slavery.  Well, these humans would be in
for a shock!  What would they do when they found out I was an `Alien
Fucker,' and that humans gave me no pleasure whatsoever?  I decided to
relax and see what was going to happen.

   "The frigate left orbit, and I behaved myself.  After all, where could I
go?  We were in space.  Our cabin consisted of four rooms: my room, a
living room, and two other rooms for my four guards.  The guards seemed
pleasant enough.  They also seemed interested, but never attempted to use
me.  I would have not stopped them.  Instead, I began to try to get
information from them.  One day, the leader, who was very sociable, decided
to answer my questions.

   "As things were turning out, I was taken to a fringe planetary system,
out on the edge of known space.  I had been sold to a Minga lord, where I
was to become a breeder.  My life would be safe and pleasurable, but
basically I was a slave.  The Minga lord who had bought me was Alderaan.

   "A word on the Minga lords is required here.  Before the great civil war
two hundred years or so ago, the Minga lords were very, very powerful. 
There were six of them, and they controlled a large portion of the galaxy.
After the war, only three remained, and two of them had their power much
reduced.  The specialized in providing niche technology products to the
civilized galaxy.

   "Alderaan had remained powerful, and very secretive.  No one even knew
what he looked like.  Even though cyborgs and mutants had been outlawed,
there were still some jobs that only they could perform.  Alderaan, it was
rumored, supplied these creatures.  He would require breeder females.  That
was to be my fate.  I liked the sex, but I wanted to be more than a womb
for DNA.

   "Well, we finished our journey, which was five days long inside the
wormhole.  We docked at a small planet, on the fringe, which was Alderaan's
home base.  I was kept naked, but given a small velvet collar to wear.  I
was told this collar identified me as the property of Alderaan, and I would
be safe wearing it.

   "We journeyed by boat from the star port to a small island, with a
castle, quite modern, in the center.  I was taken to the castle and cleaned
up a bit.  I was given some make-up, and allowed to make myself pretty. 
For some odd reason, I was strangely excited.  I was required to wear the
collar, and, in addition, was given a small gold chain to wear around my
waist.  I was told to stay in my room, and just relax.  Next to my room was
a beautiful garden, and I was permitted to wander in it.

   "Well, I did not know what was next.  What was next was some gyno exams,
and a meeting with Alderaan.  The next several years would be both
pleasurable and shocking.  I was no longer a musician; I was a slave.  I
decided to see how things would go before I made a move.

   Inspector Chalmers took a break and a drink.  He would edit this
tonight, append his notes, and ship it off to TransStar headquarters.  He
had suspected abduction was involved.  Tomorrow he would began to prep his
ship for the next voyage.