... When I opened my eyes, I saw three naked male figures bending over me. They carefully looked at me and, seeing that I woke up, looked at each other.

One of the people asked:

- Who are you?

I answered what was my name, without even realizing what language we speak. And only when he asked: - Where are you from? - I realized that we do not speak Russian ...

Did I succeed? Am I really on planet Aaa? ..

I told everything as it is. Strange: I spoke as if outside the language, almost without difficulty in explaining my thoughts, and they understood me. I was very weak, but I felt some influx of power — the people with whom I spoke supported me. I felt that they were located to me. My business was completely unthinkable and hopeless, but I felt hope ...

After hearing me, one of the aliens said:

- We have to discuss what you said. Wait for us - And all three disappeared.

I began to fall into oblivion again ... when suddenly they appeared again, and - I felt an influx of energy, as if I were a deflated balloon, and I was filled with air. The same man, who was obviously the chief one among the three, told me:

- Aea - a great scientist, a great man of our people. You could enter her soul, you could become more valuable to her for Knowledge, you could come to us on your own. So you are a great man of your people. We will help you.

I already knew their names without asking them about anything: the main name was Uissi, the rest were Loichh and Wayhh. I knew who they were, I knew their roles and possibilities — they were all ordinary, non-scientists, non-strong inhabitants of their planet — and, by the way, they had no genitalia. I would feel helpless in this system of communication, unthinkable for an earthling — when you are completely transparent to the interlocutor, and understanding has no boundaries — if you had not lived two years with Aea. I understood that my chances against the Strong are insignificant: they will read all my intentions before I try to embody them. But still...

Uissy continued, and I did not know when he was talking, and when he passed on his thoughts to me:

- We announced the death of Aaa. We did not believe that such a powerful Scientist as Aea could die in space; we guessed that she remained on Earth. We did not know that she was back. We do not know where she is.

If Aea was captured by deception, deprived of power, held captive and hidden from the people, these are terrible atrocities. We can do nothing ourselves; we need the help of scientists.

Many, many thousands of people loved Aea; but few dare to speak out against the Strong.

We will go to the great Uyya. The great Uyya is almost as great as Aea. We do not know what great Uyya will say, but we must take the risk. There is no other choice. And now you have to eat ...

And in front of me was a transparent bowl with a thick mass that resembled semolina. I, not thinking too much about its origin, took a strange scoop - an alien spoon - and eagerly began to absorb the contents of the bowl ...

Great Uyya, against all my expectations, was not a gray-haired old man, like the Chinese Taoists, but a beautiful young man with long black hair — as thick and shiny as Aaa. I guessed that he was for many years, as long as Aaa, he just, like her, managed to beat aging. He was wearing a transparent raincoat with a subtle pattern; the genitals hung between his legs.

I did not have to tell him my story in the same detail as Uyssi and his friends: the great Uyya read it instantly, in a compressed form, and only asked leading questions when he came across something incomprehensible to him. I felt under the X-ray, highlighting all corners of my soul. Only now, when I had mastered telepathy a little, did I understand at what level Aea communicated with me in the first days of our love - when I was obykovlenny earthling, whose communication and understanding was tightly boarded up with words ...

Great Uyyya was surprised, even amazed. He knew that I was speaking (or rather, I think) the truth, and he was even more surprised ...

***

I was looking at a round transparent building that looked like a giant breadbasket - the house of Hwi, one of the Strong. Aah was there.

Uyya saw her. Initially, after talking with some of the Strong, he found out that Aea was alive and at the disposal of the Strong. To this end, he resorted to the tried method of the Wise: associations. Uyyya was one of the few who could close his soul for the Strong, or rather, by his will, open for them those compartments that he considered necessary; on the other hand, no one except a few of the Most Wise could resist his telepathy. Strong were also not a blunder, but by skillful traps, he managed to summon the necessary associations in their minds and read them.

In the same way he managed to calculate the place where Aea languished; moreover - he managed to go there, remained invisible, and see her:

- She is alive. She is in great trouble, she is weakening every day, she faces death. But while she is alive.

I begged Uyya to help me look at her, too, even though I knew that this was impossible. Uyy reproachfully looked at me:

- Why ask for something that will not be? But I can make you see everything that I saw myself. Do you want it? Are you sure about this?

I expressed my desire as passionately as I could, not yet understanding what was being said.

- Then look! - and suddenly in my head like a TV screen lit. I kind of watched the film, unable to intervene in its action; Uyyya transmitted to my brain what he saw himself, as a file, from computer to computer.

What I saw was terrible. On a transparent table, stained with stains of paint, lay a golden female body. It was motionless; its metal surface was glossy, shiny and completely lifeless. It could not be distinguished from the statue, if not for the chest, which was heaving upward: the statue was breathing. It was Aea.

Not a single shred of human skin was on it: everything was thickly dyed with paint, and even her luxurious hair was glued together in a golden mass. Her eyes were closed and painted up; perhaps she could not open them.

Two people painted it, dipping brushes in a large jar. Aea was already covered with many and many layers, judging by the fact that the skin under the paint could not be guessed at all - and it was still coated again and again, blocking access to energy ...

Then this picture changed in my mind another, even more terrible. I saw the same hall, but now there were a lot of people in it, dressed only in luxurious colored raincoats. Some of them reclined in sun loungers and saw from high vessels, and some surrounded the table in the center of the hall. On it naked man fucked Aaea.

He fucked her like a dog, without a caress, frantically butting her cock, and his face expressed a dull bestial lust. The golden statue squirmed beneath him, toiling, to arch; her mouth was ajar, and even though I did not hear any sounds, I knew that painful ones were breaking out of him.

The peasant arched suddenly in convulsion, shook Aea like a rug, and fell on her; another man slapped him on his bare ass, handed him a vessel, after which he attached himself to Aea, inserted his short member into it, and began to hammer it. Aea podmahivala peasant, twitching with him, then arched, as if from an electric shock, clasped his legs - and the golden mask, stuck around her face, was distorted in a terrible grimace ...

So it was the third, and with the fourth man - they all fucked Aaa, letting her in a circle, and she lay helpless on the table and died from torture with pleasure, inescapable and endless, like death. She finished, like a wound up, wrapping gold legs around each of the men many times; orgasms burst from her as if against her will, slow, painful, painful, and I understood that she was getting exhausted, melting in them, like Snow Maiden ....