Over the next few weeks, Cricket kept Mark up to date with what was happening at the ranch and that she was keeping everyone at the ranch aware of his situation.
No further spies or abnormal activity had happened at the ranch, so the men in black seemed to be keeping their word.
They kept him in his cell and they fed him McDonalds food 3 times a day. They took him to the questioning room a few times, but basically asked the same questions, just worded differently. After one of the McDonalds meals, Cricket informed him, "
You are likely going to be let go soon
."
Mark asked, "
How do you know they're going to let me go?"
Cricket explained, "
They put a tracker in your food and you just swallowed it. Do you want me to disable it?
"
"
No, figure out how to manipulate the signal, but don't disable it.
"
Sure enough, within a few hours... after being locked up for almost a month, they said they were letting him go.
Mark complained, "Seriously? You've had me for a month and you only took a couple of vials of blood, had half a dozen question periods, all of which pretty much asked the same questions."
Again they put a bag over his head, led him out to a vehicle and drove about half an hour out into the country, where they removed the bag, let him out of the vehicle and left him standing on the side of a gravel road, still in handcuffs and his ankles shackled together.
During the drive, Cricket had informed Mark that she had figured out how the signal works and could manipulate it.
He watched the SUV drive away, then he looked around and asked Cricket, "
Get these handcuffs and shackles off me, then tell Annabelle, Joe or Kat to come get me at their earliest convenience. No rush!"
The tattoos on his arms and legs came alive and the cuffs were unlocked almost immediately and then returned to their pattern on his limbs. Mark jumped from the edge of the road into the dried grass in the ditch. Then walked a couple hundred yards down the road, via the ditch so he didn't leave any tracks.
He found a small culvert that ran under the road and it was just barely big enough for him to fit into. Mark smiled and thought, "
If they want to waste my time, how about we send them on a wild goose chase and waste their time. How fast can a ship fly in atmosphere?"
Cricket answered, "
A ship could travel at roughly 10,000 km per hour using primary thrusters."
Mark instructed Cricket, "
Manipulate the signal to show me flying from my current location to Area 51 near Roswell, NM and have me stay there for a few hours. Then plot a course from there to a remote location in the interior of China and have me stay there for a few hours. Then plot a course over the North Pole to a remote location in Greenland where my signal will stay. Show me as traveling at ship speeds when I'm going from place to place.
"
Cricket almost sounded giddy, "
This is going to be fun!
"
Sure enough, back at headquarters, they were diligently watching his tracking signal. As soon as the signal picked up and started flying south, they had the drop off team head back to see if he was actually gone, since they were only a few miles away.
Mark could only imagine the chaos in their headquarters when the drop off crew radioed back saying he was no longer there and that they had seen no other vehicles on this gravel road and there were no tracks, just the shackles lying on the ground.
Suspecting he had actually left with aliens, they didn't spend much time looking around, so after they left, he lay there in the culvert and had a nap while waiting for his ride. He also had Cricket give him a shave, he hated being unshaven, but had her grow him some facial hair while in captivity to make it look more normal.
A couple of hours later, Kat picked him up and drove him back to the ranch where he immediately went to have a shower. He had kept himself fairly clean with the washcloth and sink in his room, but in the month they had him in their possession, the only time he got to leave his cell was for one of their question periods.
Once he was cleaned up, he told everyone he needed to stay out of sight for at least a day, as he was busy taking those guys on a worldwide wild goose chase, but even so, he was expecting them to resume watching the ranch.
Kat reminded him that the tunnel in the new basement under the lodge could take him pretty much anywhere. When Solara had done the lodge upgrade, Kat had indicated that she wouldn't mind more storage space, so now there was a basement under the entire lodge. Currently it was just a big pantry and a lot of open space, but they linked the tunnel in down there.
So Mark went into the kitchen and down the stairs. Not sure where to look for the secret door, all he saw down there was a closet. He opened the closet and sure enough all that was in there was a couple of brooms, a mop and a mop bucket.
"
Step into the closet and close the door, with the light off,
" Cricket instructed.
Mark closed the door and he could see the tunnel leading away from the back of the closet. "
That's a good idea,
" he thought.
Cricket explained, "
Every location has a closet like this now. The light automatically comes on when the door is opened and as long as the light is on you will never see the tunnel. Even in the dark, the tunnel will only be seen or accessible by those we have a genetic scan of. The only location we don't have a tunnel for yet is the barn, because Joe wants to build a completely new and bigger barn.
"
Mark jogged down the tunnel until he reached the roundabout near the workshop and he saw the tunnels leading off to BARN, WORKSHOP, HANGAR and LODGE, which he just came out of.
He jogged down the tunnel to the hangar and was swarmed immediately by all the girls as soon as he got to the entrance.
They all met him with kisses and hugs and saying they were glad he was back. When he got to Solara, she wrapped him up in a big four arm hug and lifted him off the ground as she gave him a big kiss.
"I can't believe you let them take you against your will and lock you away for a month just to protect us," she said as everyone was nodding in agreement.
Mark said, "They didn't harm me or anything, so it wasn't that big of a deal."
Solara said, "Maybe not a big deal to you, but it means everything to us! We all love you Mark," then she said seductively, "now how long has it been since your balls were drained?"
Mark answered, "About a month."
Solara pouted and said, "Aww you poor man, let us take care of you," as the girls led him to the bedroom and began to remove all his clothes.
Once he was naked, the girls started stripping and they guided him to the sex chair and had him sit down. Then the girls took turns fucking him for a couple of minutes each, then another would take her place.
Candy couldn't really participate in that game so she was content to let Mark play with her breasts.
When it came time for Solara's second turn she mounted Mark and then T'Soona lubed up her arm and worked her fist into Solara's ass. Mark could feel T'Soona's hand rubbing next to him through the thin layer of skin separating Solara's holes.
As T'Soona sped up her pace, Mark was feeling more of the movement and getting closer to climax. Solara was sucking on Rayven's cock, while Mark had a couple of fingers inside Rayven's pussy. Soon Mark reached his peak and began pumping his cum deep into Solara, who bucked with her own orgasm and abandoned Rayven's cock, just as Rayven was starting to cum.
Mark got most of Rayven's load right in the face and some of it directly into his mouth. The taste actually wasn't that bad, so Mark thought, "
What the hell
" as he pulled Rayven closer to him and began to suck on her cock. The surprise move sent Rayven crazy, causing her to cum even more into his mouth.
Solara waited for Mark to release Raven, then kissed him passionately and said, "Thank you," while Rayven knelt down, kissed him and then licked her own cum off his face.
Mark grabbed Solara, gave her another big kiss and said, "Show me what you've been up to!"
She led him over to her work space, there were devices scattered all over the place. Solara gave Mark a new belt saying, "These belts are the communicators as well as a personal security device." The belt had Mark's name written on the back of the buckle which sported the horses from the feature loop in front of the lodge with Henderson curved around the top and Ranch curved around the bottom.
When she saw him looking at that, "I had to put everyone's names on the buckles to keep the communications straight."
"The belt is also a power source, so your radio is always ready to go, and we've got our own tracking system now."