“Do any of the brides sue for harassment after you force them to have sex?”
Warden Bisset whispered disagreeably under her breath, but Warden Egara’s dark brow arched. “Were you forced?”
I thought of the dream, the lingering memory of my pussy being crammed full, the burn in my bottom where the plug had been lodged.
Well, shit. It seemed I couldn’t make myself lie to her either. “No, but they ordered me to do things.”
“They were dominants. Most of the males on other planets will be strong and demanding. The typical alpha male.” Warden Bisset’s voice implied I would be pleased by this information, as if dominant, bossy aliens were my thing.
Just great. “You didn’t answer my question. Was that normal?”
Warden Bisset looked down at her tablet. “Actually I’ve never had a volunteer who fought the testing so much. Usually test subjects give in and the dream takes over, allowing access to the subconscious to collect the data needed for the perfect match. You, however, had to be subverted to secondary protocol.”
“What does that mean?” I didn’t even mention the fact that she’d just called me a test subject, like I was a lab rat.
She sighed as if I were a total pain in her backside. I didn’t care. I wanted to know what she meant by secondary protocol. Did that mean I didn’t have a match? That I was abnormal? What?