Author's note: This is the third installment in my series "Farrah's Encounter" and is intended to be read after the first two chapters. In chapter one, Farrah meets up with a client who turns out to be a powerful Xhorthian rebel leader named Persey -- and who also has a detachable penis. Their initial encounter ends with the penis inside of an unfortunate body cavity and Persey's untimely capture. In chapter two, Farrah's friend Triss attempts to help her remove the penis to no avail. At this point, Farrah is feeling rather desperate... Enjoy!
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I find myself seated across from Mara in her minimally decorated office, a place no working girl wants to be, the smoke of her cigarette suffocating me as if it were the grip of her own hand. Triss was allowed to go about her day after a stern talking-to, but not before being given additional chores for her role as my accomplice.
I shift in my seat, silent, while I wait for her to deal out my punishment. My protruding belly is a heavy weight between us. For once, Persey's penis is still.
Mara states what we're both thinking. "I can't have one of my girls carrying a Xhorthian penis."
I blurt out the idea before I can think about it. "Surely we could exploit a pregnancy fetish?" I suggest.
Mara's snake-like eyes narrow to slits. "Under other circumstances, sure, a pregnant escort might be useful to me. But I can't have The Guard sniffing around looking for anyone associated with the rebels."
"I know," I agree, my eyes downcast.
"We need to get this little problem of yours taken care of," she continues.
"But how? I've tried!" It was a rather botched attempt, but still, I feel like I've put in a good effort.
"I think the Xhorthians are the only ones who can help you. Lucky for you, I have a contact who knows where they're hiding on The Outpost. I'll give you the address -- you are to go there and get them to take the penis back."
So many things could go wrong with this plan. "What if they don't let me in? What if they don't trust me and don't want to help me?"
"You make them help you, Farrah. You are not to come back here with that thing still inside of you. Understand?" She breathes a puff of smoke into my face, momentarily stunning me.
"Yes, ma'am," I mutter under my breath.
I pocket the piece of paper she hands me which contains the address of the rebel sanctuary, perhaps the most important information I've ever been entrusted with. I will have to be discreet in this mission.
If this doesn't work, I don't know what I'll do.
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My clenched fist hesitates against the door of the crumbling apartment building, but eventually the knock lands, and I wait nervously for someone to answer. For someone to save me from this nightmare.
The door cracks slightly, revealing a glowing, violet eyeball ringed with gold. I'm clearly at the right place. A rough, male voice barks at me with no small amount of hostility, "What do you want?"
"Um, my name is Farrah. I'm an acquaintance of Persey's." I figured it would be best to cut to the chase.
The eyeball narrows in suspicion. "How do you know Persey?"
I throw a quick glance over each shoulder to make sure there aren't any passerby close enough to hear me. "I watched him get carried away by The Guard."
The eyeball widens in alarm. "He was captured?" Various murmurs of concern sound from behind the door, and I suspect there must be a handful of rebels living here in this apartment. A loud shush quiets the invisible crowd.
"I'm afraid so," I confirm, regrettably. "I'm sorry to be the one to tell you."
The door opens wider to reveal a broad-shouldered male Xhorthian with buzzed black hair and muscular, tattooed arms. Even without use of his telepathic abilities, he could easily crush me like bug. "And how are you involved, exactly? Did Persey send you with a message?"
My eyes fall to my fraying sneakers as the confessions spills out of my mouth. "No, I only knew him briefly. I'm here because I need your help. I've, um, got something that belongs to him... " My hand lingers on my belly, drawing his attention to my swollen bump.
He takes in my awkward stance, my unlikely association with Persey, and he's slowly putting the pieces together. "Are you his girlfriend or something?"
"Um, not exactly. Like I said, our time together was very brief."
"I see. Well, come on inside. We'll see what we can do."
After a brief round of introductions, I find myself seated on a sunken couch in a dull, too-small living room between two female Xhorthians while several others hover around me. The male who answered the door is named Doran, and he appears to be the acting leader in Persey's absence. The female to my right is called Petra, who offered me a kind smile as I sat down, as opposed to the female on my left, Salma, who is openly scowling at me.
There was some initial disbelief that Persey would ever seek out a prostitute, but my description of him proved largely convincing. Ultimately, the band of rebels came to the conclusion that I was not the one who ratted out their leader.
Many of them begin speaking at once while I sink further into the couch, desperate to ask for help but also not wanting to interrupt.
"A fool, to put himself in such a compromising position!" says Salma.
"If it was a distraction he was after, why couldn't he find that here?" asks a female with bleached eyebrows who I think might be named Liona.
"It is not up to us to question what Persey does in his free time," asserts Doran. "We must focus our efforts on freeing him before it's too late."
The conversation turns to strategy around the rescue mission, and nobody seems to be paying me any attention.
"Um," I squeak, "What about me?"
Silence washes over the room.
"Ah, yes, the human." Doran's tone suggests that I am a major inconvenience to both him and the cause. "I suppose we must find a way to remove Persey's organ from the girl."
Nobody offers up any ideas, so I decide to kick things off. "The penis has a mind of its own, right? Why hasn't it sought out a female of your species? Persey said it would do that."
Petra shakes her head. "That's not entirely true. The organ will seek out a female in the event of its host's death. Until then, it will essentially hunker down until it can be reunited with Persey. Since we have to assume that Persey is still alive, this is a rather unique situation. I'm afraid the penis might not cooperate with our efforts."
Sweat breaks out across my forehead. "Why can't it 'hunker down' inside one of you? Why won't it leave me alone?"
"You were the last object of Persey's desire, meaning entering you was its last directive from the host," continues Petra, her voice gentle. "One can assume that the organ is rather comfortable in your body. It likely sees no reason to leave until Persey commands it to do so."
My heartrate is increasing by the second, and suddenly the room is too small, the air too thick. "What do we do?"
It's Doran who speaks next, and his words are a knife through my chest. "You're harboring Persey's reproductive organ... the very future of our leader's bloodline. Therefore, we cannot let you leave until you've been separated from it."
Something like a panic attack materializes in my chest. "You mean you're keeping me prisoner?" My wavering voice reaffirms my status as a weakling human among these beings.
"Don't look at it like imprisonment," suggests Doran. "You want to be rid of the organ, correct? We will have to work together to accomplish separation."
"And how will we do that?" I ask.
Doran's next words are spoken with such authority that I know there is no room for compromise. "I will send my organ inside of you so that I can force Persey's out. Should my organ fail, we've got four other males here who would be up to the task."
