The next morning Wentro gently woke Doris and Maera. The two women gazed at each other, smiled broadly and then applied themselves to Wentro's massive morning wood. The two women fillated the Emperor together, bringing him to a rousing and most satisfying climax. Once the women had lapped up as much of the dictator's sweet syrupy cum as they could, Wentro stroked their heads and dismissed them. Maera redressed herself in the emerald clothing she had worn to the royal bed chamber. Wistfully, the naked Doris padded off to her sleeping alcove.
The presents that were waiting for her, elated Doris a great deal. There were three rings, ruby, emerald and sapphire. To wear about Doris' narrow waist was a gold chain studded with black pearls, topaz stones and silver filigrees. Doris could not even imagine how much the baubles would bring on earth. Doris tried them on and modeled them for other members of the harem. Many of the women were jealous. They did not understand what their master saw in the slim, ebon haired woman. Doris realized that she was greatly favored by the absolute ruler of the planet Turga. Still she would trade all of her valuable gifts to stroll, fully dressed and anonymous through Times Square.
Part of Doris knew that she was living on borrowed time. If some new conquest were to capture the fancy of Emperor Wentro, Doris was sure to be cast aside. Doris imagined the long years ahead. Somehow she knew that the days when she was not being used by Wentro would fairly creep along. When Raja was out of earshot, some of the less favored women of the harem were vociferous about their feelings of boredom and loneliness. Wentro kept many more women than he was capable of using. Only rarely was a woman that he owned gifted as prize to a diplomat or offered in tribute as part of a treaty. Wentro had definite favorites but was disinclined to disposing of a woman once he had acquired her. Doris thought again of Wentro's desire to impregnate her with a daughter who would one day take Doris's place in the harem, and decided that she wanted no part of that scenario.
Doris wanted children, but first she wanted a husband, a human husband. She recalled the many men she had known on earth. Some were better candidates for marriage than others but all of them were preferable to Wentro. "True," Doris told herself "I'll never find a cock, like Wentro's again. I may never be brought to the heights sexually as I have been for the last several days, but I would gladly trade them for a house in the country and a very ordinary man, with a very human penis, preferably a large one." Doris fingered her collar, and gazed at her refection in the mirror. She considered Pete Brown and wondered if he was fitting into life on Turga, more successfully than herself. "He really wasn't a bad guy. A bit boorish, but perhaps, if given the chance, I could have taken the hard edges off of him and made him a suitable consort. Too bad he will never get a second chance to make a first impression with me."
Several weeks passed Doris was still kept spectacularly nude, much to her consternation. Making love to Wentro was never boring yet the danger of serving him also never faded. One morning, Doris' ' revere was interrupted by the arrival of Raja. Doris was to wear all of the jewelry she had been gifted while she served in the throne room for the day.
"The Emperor, would display his benevolence." said the harem keeper. After, breakfast, a bath and a perfume misting, Doris gathered up her rhythm stick and strode into the throne room. Her many jewels caught the light and flashed in stunning ways. Doris heard many oohs and ahhs as she took up her spot to the right of the throne.
Pete Brown was going over the plan in his head for the thousandth time. Because he had successfully made himself anonymous in Wentro's Air Corps, no one batted an eye when Pete began devouring the weapons manual. Wentro's power was such that few dared attack him. His army and air corps had not had to handle anything larger than a skirmish for over a quarter of a century. The idea that someone would strike at Emperor Wentro was considered ludicrous, especially in his throne room. Even the renegades whose attack had turned Wentro from an imposing ordinary human into a foreboding gray skinned, vaguely reptilian being had struck during a private meeting with his eminence. In fact, so smoothly and firmly did Wentro rule, that no one really paid attention to the munitions manuals any more. Nearly all of Turga believed that Wentro would vacate the throne only upon his death, and his lifespan was very long. Pete had not been able to figure out just how old Wentro really was but Turgans lived for hundreds of years, from an earth perspective. Not even Pete was deluded enough into believing that he could actually kill Wentro. On the other hand, he and his throne room could be rendered incapacitated for a few moments. In those moments, Pete could retrieve Doris, spirit her away to a waiting space ship. Pete gazed at the tiny devices he had built. Everything he had read told him that it would work. All he needed was patience to be rotated into the Air Corps honor guard.
Doris gazed at the crowd assembled that morning in the throne room. She was startled to see a familiar face. Standing off to one side, next to an air speeder and looking very sharp in an Air Corps uniform, was Pete Brown. Doris felt herself flush with embarrassment. Somehow, the presence of a fellow earthling made Doris's nudity worse. Across the room her eyes met Pete's soft brown ones. "He really is not bad looking." thought Doris to herself before her spotlight flared and she began to sing "Anything Goes" in her very pleasing alto voice. Doris had just completed the first chorus when she heard a loud popping sound and the room was plunged into momentary darkness. A fraction of a second later the lights returned and Doris noted that everyone present in the throne room save herself and Pete were unconscious!
Pete jumped onto a nearby air speeder and yelled. "Let's get out of here Doris!"
Suddenly rousing herself, Doris sprinted for the air speeder and slid into the seat behind Pete. Immediately the vehicle rose to the air and tore out of the entrance of Wentro's throne room. Doris clung tight to Pete as the speeder climbed and darted crazily until it came to rest at the spaceport. Hastily Pete hurled another one of his grenades at knot of corpsmen guarding the smallest of the space ships. Grasping Doris by the hand, Pete fairly dragged Doris up the ramp and into the space ship. Once inside, Pete closed the door, planted Doris before a bank of instruments and levers and yelled. "Doris, unless you want to die a very nasty death, pull the levers I tell you to in the order I give you. I can not pilot this ship alone and if they catch us..."'
"I understand," replied Doris. The reporter from the New York Call lost track of all sense of time as she struggled to keep up with Pete's instructions. To her considerable delight she felt the cigar shaped vehicle rise from the ground and begin to accelerate. In the view plate above Pete's head, Doris watched fascinated as Turga became a rapidly shrinking sphere.
"OK. Now it will run on automatic until we reach earth. This ship is not as fast as the one that abducted us. It will take about eight four hours until we return to home."
Doris took a step away from the controls and allowed herself to breathe.
"Won't they follow us, Pete?" asked Doris.
"They might, but this ship can become invisible even to the best Turgan sensors. They use ships like this for spying missions on Turga and Earth and other planets that Wentro has designs on. If they pursue us they won't be able to find us, even though, in our case, they know exactly where we are headed."
"What did you use, Pete?" asked an awed Doris.
"Anesthetic grenades, I was able to calibrate them so that the only beings they did not affect were humans. Incredibly simple to use, if you know what you are doing."
"Oh, Pete!" gushed Doris as she embraced the airplane mechanic.
