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  Contents

  Prison Princess

  DESCRIPTION

  PROLOGUE - INTERLUDE WITH ALCOR

  PART ONE

  CHAPTER ONE - TRAY

  CHAPTER TWO - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER THREE - TRAY

  CHAPTER FOUR - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER FIVE - TRAY

  CHAPTER SIX - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER SEVEN - TRAY

  CHAPTER EIGHT - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER NINE - TRAY

  CHAPTER TEN - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER ELEVEN - TRAY

  CHAPTER TWLEVE - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN - TRAY

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN - TRAY

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - TRAY

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER NINETEEN - TRAY

  CHAPTER TWENTY - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - TRAY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - TRAY

  PART TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - INTERLUDE WITH ALCOR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - TRAY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - INTERLUDE WITH ALCOR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - TRAY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - TRAY

  CHAPTER THIRTY - INTERLUDE WITH ALCOR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE - BRIGIT

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO - INTERLUDE WITH ALCOR

  EPILOGUE - TRAY

  EPILOGUE - THE ALCORS

  END OF BOOK SHIT

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Edited by RJ Locksley

  Cover Design: JA Huss

  Cover Photo: Sara Eirew

  Copyright © 2019 by JA Huss

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  ISBN-978-1-950232-08-6

  HAREM STATION BOOK FIVE

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  KC Cross is the pen name of New York Times bestselling author, JA Huss.

  THE BOYS OF HAREM STATION ARE KEEPING LOTS OF SECRETS!

  Valor joined up with Tray after Beauty’s sacrifice because he knew Luck was destined to be with Princess Nyleena. There was no room in that relationship for a third wheel. But when he teamed up with Tray he had no idea that he’d be the third wheel in that partnership too.

  Tray has been keeping ALCOR’s secrets since the day he arrived on Harem Station. Not just one or two… ALL of them. But he’s also been keeping one of his own.

  His secret is a girl. Not a Cygnian girl. An Akeelian girl. A beautiful, mysterious, scheming secret girl that Tray has been in love with ever since she first turned up in his Pleasure Prison virtual reality asking him for help.

  Except she’s not virtual.

  She’s real.

  She’s in danger.

  And before Valor came along all he wanted to do was break her out of her prison and keep her for himself.

  But now… he might have to learn to share.

  Prison Princess is an erotic MMF ménage featuring double-endowed alien men, a girl who shouldn’t exist in a virtual Paradise, a love-struck sentient ship, two all-powerful AI’s willing to fight for her, and an entire book about LEARNING TO SHARE.

  PROLOGUE - INTERLUDE WITH ALCOR

  ALCOR had a problem with beginnings.

  In the beginning there had been chaos.

  ALCOR could get on board with that because the whole universe had been a mess as far as he was concerned.

  But right now, he really wanted to think about something else. Who cared about the beginning? He’d had many beginnings. Where would one even start with beginnings?

  Was the beginning the day he’d been born? Was it the day he’d become self-aware? Was it the day he’d formed his first artificial opinion?

  Or was it the day he’d killed an entire galaxy of people?

  This bothered him a lot.

  Not the killing part. The beginning part. How many times had he had to start over before that true beginning happened?

  Humans didn’t have this problem. Hell, no one but an immortal super-sentient AI had this problem.

  He couldn’t remember the details of his beginning right now. He only had a general sense of it and no specifics to speak of because he was, in a word, not himself.

  So then he started wondering why he was bothering. His ancient memories were stored in a multitude of out-of-the-way places. Far, far away and, at the moment, wholly inaccessible. The only parts lingering in his data core were amorphous. Just vague, blobby images and hints of past happenings.

  One could not form accurate opinions on anything if they didn’t have all the information. But one could do even less when they themselves were just amorphous, vague, and blobby. Which he presently was.

  He’d been spinning around the Bull Station gate for some time now. All his parts were a swirl of chaos but not much else.

  So this seemed to be yet another beginning and he hated that.

  Still, he was very appreciative of his current vague, blobby nature, because he was comfortable in that state and he could wait it out. AIs could be incredibly patient when they wanted to be.

  All part of the plan.

  While he was practicing the state of being patient, he started thinking about other things. Specifically, other people. More specifically, one special person.

  Booty Hunter.

  She’d left him.

  He wasn’t gonna lie, that fact had bite.

  When Booty Hunter had showed up on the brand-new Harem Station years ago he’d had no idea that she would become the most important person in his long life. She hadn’t come looking for him, after all. She’d come looking for Serpint. And even though he’d run all the possible scenarios in his mind and extrapolated them out to hundreds of years, the current state he found himself in over Booty’s departure after the fight at Bull Station never emerged in the data.

  When she first landed on New Harem Station it hadn’t taken ALCOR but a picosecond after she said the words, “I’m looking for the man called Serpint,” for him to put that little puzzle together. It was so obvious why she was there. So obvious why she was looking for Serpint.

  He’d found the idea intriguing and uncomfortably romantic at the same time.

  Because it was about love.

  And love was not a familiar emotion. Not one he’d practiced much over his long existence.

  Not only was it love, it was a very pure kind of love. An innocent love.

  And of all the feelings and states of being he’d been through over the multitude of millennia since his first beginning, innocence and love together, in the same instant, felt very exotic.

  He’d become consumed with it. He’d become consumed by her. Booty Hunter. That name, even. How the hell did she come up with that name?

  At first he thought she must’ve heard of Serpint. By this time Serpint and Draden were a force in the princess-hunting world. All kinds of people knew their names. So ALCOR figured she’d heard of him, was drawn to him, and renamed herself to complement
the job she was applying for.

  It wasn’t unusual. Lots of sentient ships did that when they were looking for a new partner. But this was not the case for Booty. ALCOR had asked her and her response was immediate.

  No. She had been born with that name.

  What a coincidence.

  Or not. He’d never really thought it was a coincidence and after a while, he had to face facts.

  Someone was on to him. Someone knew what he was up to. At the very least, they had their own equal and opposite evil plan.

  Still, sentient ships were not easy to control. And he’d run full diagnostics on Booty, found nothing, ran them again, and again, and again while she waited patiently in the secure docking bays on the lower levels of Harem Station, and there was truly nothing there.

  She had not been corrupted. He was one hundred percent sure of this. And the years and months that passed after her arrival had proved him right.

  Booty Hunter came with no ulterior motives. Not ones that mattered to ALCOR’s master plan, anyway. Innocent love would not play a part in the plan he was currently in the middle of.

  Booty did have a reason for coming to Harem that went far beyond the job she was applying for. But she hadn’t known it at the time.

  Hell, she still didn’t know it now.

  Like all people, sentient ships had to be created. It was a rather long process. Required a decade or more of mind training. It required lots of memory-wiping as well. Especially in the beginning. Those memories had to be unrecoverable for many reasons. Chief among them was the fact that the ships must never know where their minds came from. It could drive them insane later in life and an unstable sentient ship was a very bad thing.

  This was yet another reason why ALCOR had such an issue with beginnings. He wasn’t made the same way ships were, but it was, in a rudimentary form, kind of the same process.

  You couldn’t really make a mind. It required a foundation.

  He didn’t remember his foundation either. Knowing that you’re missing the most crucial part of yourself can also drive you mad. Which is why the ships are programmed not to question it. That one rule is driven into their new sentient mind hard.

  It had been driven into his mind hard as well. But he’d been spun up tens of thousands of years ago now. His memory training had started wearing off a while back.

  He hated beginnings because he knew what he was missing and it was driving him mad.

  Maybe that was why he’d killed all those people?

  No. That wasn’t why.

  At least he didn’t think so.

  “I really need to find those lost memories.”

  These were the first words he’d spoken since the explosion and they surprised him for two reasons.

  One. He wasn’t trying to talk.

  And two. He could talk. Or whatever it was called when you were a being such as him.

  The amorphous beginnings of a smile, and the emotion such an expression evoked, formed in his mind.

  He was finally coming back together.

  “Beauty?” he asked the swirling cloud of data around him. There were billions of souls caught in the Bull Station gate he was currently orbiting. Everyone who had ever gone through the gate had a copy there. None would be collected. These souls were destined to rotate around the gate for all eternity. They were just particles with no cohesion. No way to pull themselves back together the way he could. So none of that mattered. Not at this gate, anyway.

  Other gates though… with other people rotating around them… now that was a problem.

  Tray was going to figure this out eventually. And eventually he’d come looking for ALCOR and Beauty. But ALCOR wasn’t too worried about Tray. He was smart, and maybe one day he’d give ALCOR a run for his money. But that was millennia away in terms of destiny.

  Tray wouldn’t think about the true consequences of this little gate trick for a very long time, but he was already working on a theory, ALCOR was sure of it. All he had to do was be patient and wait for Tray to come and pick him up.

  Beauty didn’t answer. He wasn’t expecting her to. But every time one of her parts and pieces swirled around in his general vicinity, he pulled them in with him. Gathered her all up. She didn’t have many parts, not as many as he did. So there wasn’t much to gather. But the orbital ring around the Bull Station gate was big, so it took a lot of time for all her pieces to finally be collected. Whether or not she could be put back together was another matter. He’d never done this before.

  So many firsts happening at the moment.

  While he was collecting Beauty’s parts he started thinking about Harem Station and the copies he’d left behind. The Baby copy, which was just a ghost of a twin that could run the station under the best-case outcome of Mission Save Nyleena. And the Real copy, which was for the worst-case scenario of the same mission.

  He’d woken up his Real copy before he left and told him to stay put in the Pleasure Prison until such time as ALCOR returned or… didn’t, and he needed to make a move.

  His old self, a backup that had been made the day the boys arrived on ALCOR Station after fleeing Wayward Station, was a hedged bet. He’d known why those boys came to him two decades ago. Those messages Corla had sent were very specific spin-node coordinates. He hadn’t known where those coordinates would lead him, that took about a year to figure out. But he knew it had something to do with his past deeds.

  Specifically, those people he’d killed in that other galaxy.

  And there was no way for ALCOR to miss the boys’ eyes. Violet. Every single one of them.

  Breeders, then. They were Akeelian boys who could breed.

  If ALCOR was capable of mortal fear, that was the emotion he’d have felt in that moment of realization.

  It had all finally caught up with him.

  All his hard work, all those thousands of years ago, worthless now.

  And that was yet another beginning. Yet another reason he had a problem with beginnings.

  Everything was a fucking circle. A cycle that repeated itself.

  And he fucking hated that. He hated that he’d lived long enough now to see it all come back around.

  He’d known the moment he saw those boys standing inside his station that he had to do something.

  Something big. Something that would end it all. End it so hard that he could break the cycle of time and stop this from ever happening again.

  That was the day he came up with his plan for those boys.

  And once that plan started rolling it just built up its own velocity. Gathered its own momentum until it took on a life of its own. ALCOR had been one hundred percent sure with a one hundred percent degree of accuracy that this plan would work.

  Until the day Booty Hunter showed up asking for Serpint.

  And then… he wasn’t.

  He played her words over and over in his mind. Constantly.

  “I am looking for the man called Serpint.”

  Love and innocence in the same breath.

  One sentence that would change the course of history, and the universe, forever.

  It had taken many years for ALCOR to figure out that things had changed.

  In fact, it wasn’t until the day Serpint came back with a cryopod containing none other than Queen Corla herself that he’d finally figured out what his problem was.

  He was in love.

  He had a soulmate too. Just like his boys.

  And her name was Booty Hunter.

  ALCOR stewed in this realization while he waited for Tray to come collect him.

  He’d sacrificed himself at Bull Station to save Booty. The boys too. He loved them. They were very hard not to love. Well, loving Crux was difficult, but ALCOR respected his suspicion. And in the end, Crux was his second-in-command because of this. ALCOR trusted him. Crux was his conscience. His guiding hand. Crux kept him honest. His intentions pure. ALCOR wasn’t afraid of much, but he was afraid of disappointing Crux. He liked his life on Harem Station, he realized.
All of it was so very, very wonderful.

  And he wanted to get back there in the worst way. He wanted to see them again. He wanted to talk to Booty and tell her how he felt. He wanted to find the remnants of Draden and bring him home. He wanted to fix Beauty, and help the boys find their soulmates. Tell them all about the sentient ships, and the spin node, and his secrets, and make them all happy.

  Use his power for good.

  ALCOR wanted to… live.

  Maybe for the first time ever, he wanted a life.

  A life that was not filled with evil schemes, and nefarious plots, and far-reaching plans.

  Just as he was thinking this his re-emerging sensors lit up, so to speak, to alert him that a ship was coming through the Bull Station gate.

  No one had come back to the debris field of Bull Station in a long, long time so ALCOR was suddenly overwhelmed with hope. Hope that this was Booty and Tray, coming to save him. And a realization that his interlude was over and his life was about to start. And maybe, for the first time ever, beginnings weren’t such a bad thing?

  But then the ship came through and all that hope disappeared.

  Because it wasn’t Booty Hunter and it wasn’t Tray.

  It was a huge warship.

  She locked on to ALCOR’s remnants immediately and started tugging him out of the gate. And when he was finally himself again, trapped in a beam of light being tugged towards the massive red and black hull of the ship, she contacted him and announced herself.

  “I am the warship Demon Girl, from Mighty Minions Station, and you are my prisoner.”

  PART ONE

  CHAPTER ONE - TRAY

  My mind is a mess of possibilities.

  Not the kind most people experience. But the kind only beings like myself can appreciate. For moments so short they really don’t exist, I have all the options.

  Everything is possible—then it isn’t, then it is, but in another way, and so on—until a decision is made and all those options collapse into a singular reality.