Alien Captive

by Jaide Fox

  The silver ship shifted in silence, great swaths of metal moving like liquid as a door opened on the side and a ramp snaked out like a long silvery tongue until it touched the ground. Dirt lifted, sifting through the air as the ramp settled into place.

  Two grey aliens walked down the ramp, motioning him forward with a nod.

  “I will make the transaction. Keep watch. You two come with me,” he told his men, leaving them to approach the Nexus ship, and taking two of his guards with him for the exchange.

  He nodded to the small grey aliens as he moved inside, and they returned his greeting, walking beside him.

  “We have brought many women for you. Your order has been doubled, as you wished. Procuring them is becoming increasingly…difficult, however,” one of the greys said.

  That probably meant the price was going to jump. Double, if he knew them. And he’d been doing this a long time.

  Mentally, he sighed. King Kore Anadaru wasn’t going to like that increase.

  He eyeballed the Lamian critically. Dezec had never been able to tell one Nexus Lamian from another. The walked around naked, and as far as he was concerned, they were all the same. He hadn’t seen one yet that possessed any discerning features that marked them male or female. Maybe they were both. Maybe they were neither. All he knew was that Chalcedon needed women, and they were willing to supply them—for a hefty price.

  “All healthy and of child-bearing age? Immunized?” he asked, walking the corridor with the greys to the holding cell.

  “Yes. We trust you’ll be satisfied with your order.”

  Dezec grunted. The Lamian touched one long, slender finger to a pad outside the holding cell. It glowed blue, and a seam appeared that marked the door. The door slid up, and the four of them walked inside the holding cell.

  They were immediately attacked. A flash of dark skin came at him so suddenly, he was ashamed to say he was caught unprepared. A black elbow struck his temple, another of dark skin shoved him down. Claw-like fingernails scratched and tore at him and his men. Feet and hands pummeled them. Women ran from every direction, screaming and railing, their voices high and screeching and piercing his ears.

  Dezec rolled when he hit the floor, taking one of his assailants with him until she landed beneath him. The dark skinned woman screamed and clawed at his face with nails like talons. Dezec grunted and grabbed her hands, dimly recognizing the sounds of his men and the greys stabilizing the battle behind them.

  He’d never expected to be attacked. The women the Lamians had brought before had all been docile little things that had cowered in fear when faced with he and his men. His breathing labored with the rush of excitement, it took him a few moments to calm down enough to avoid hurting her.

  Beneath him, the woman ranted and raved. It’d been a necessity learning the earth language, English, in order to make their transition into their new life easier. Some of the words were unfamiliar.

  “Get the fuck off me you fucking crazy ass alien bastard!” Adrienne screamed, trying to claw the huge brute’s eyes out of his head but making no headway. The beast of a man pinned her arms to the floor with little effort, looking down at her with a bemused expression on his face.

  The look pissed her off.

  She looked wildly around for her sister, and saw that all the women had been subdued by some strange force. They all looked frozen in place, unable to move. The little grey bastard had done something to them, some alien technology that she hadn’t understood. It’d been stupid to think they could fight their way out of there with no weapons, but she hadn’t been able to give up the hope that they could do something about their situation. It went against her nature to just give in to her fate without a fight.

  “Let me go!”

  Dezec looked at the strange woman. She appeared to belong to the same species as the others, but he had never seen one with dark skin before. He’d thought the planet, Earth, had been populated with people much the same as him: with fair skin, fair hair and eyes. He hadn’t completed his studies as he should and realized his mistake now.

  The contrast of his hands upon her bare arms, the deep brown eyes framed by incredibly thick, black lashes, extra full lips, and her round nose, intrigued him. More so than that, her chest held two breasts of such rounded fullness, simply looking upon them made him grow hard.

  That the female had the spirit to attack her abductors when none of the others before her had ever dared fascinated him even more. This one had defiance in abundance. He found he liked that.

  Recognizing a dangerous turn of his thoughts, Dezec got up and dragged the woman to her feet. She continued to try and free herself, but he was much larger than her, even though he could see was taller than most of the other women there. Standing, she looked even better.

  He raked his gaze down her body, then forced her to turn around. She dragged her feet, attempting to resist him and failing miserably.

  Her backside made his blood boil. The other women looked flat and unappealing compared to this one. He’d seen so many of them over time that they’d all blended together after a while—so meek and accepting of their fate that he’d scarcely given them a thought as they went on to their husbands. He hadn’t yet been tempted to choose one as his mate—until now.

  The dark skinned beauty’s narrow waist flared into hips that were generous and round. Her buttocks looked ripe as juicy melons, and he found himself wanting to sink his teeth into them to see how she tasted.

  He shook his head, retraining his thoughts away from his cock. The Nexus Lamians had been holding out on them in keeping such an exotic creature away from his people.

  “Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” she mumbled, still defiant. She titled her chin up, glaring at him.

  He found himself wanting to smile down at her. Dezec kept his face impassive.

  “Why have you not brought more of these women before,” he asked the alien in their tongue.

  The grey looked her and the other, shorter and thicker black skinned girl over. “We thought you wanted women similar to your own. The Earth is filled with women of various colors and ethnicities. These we found by accident. They saw us just as we were leaving and we thought it best to take them as well.”

  “You supposed wrong. I like this one.” He looked at the other. “And that one too. I’ve half a mind to send all the others back and ask you to bring more of these. We need strong women to propagate our species and give us strong children.”

  The grey’s expression looked as worried as those blank slated faces could manage. “It is a mistake we will not make again, I assure you.”

  “Make sure that it doesn’t. I suppose I will take all of these. They do have spirit. These two I will take straight to my lord. Next time I want a variety, since you say that their planet can supply such.”

  Dezec paid the Lamian in credits, wincing at the price, but knowing it was necessary if they were to keep the men happy and their race alive. Most hadn’t liked the idea of mixing with another species, especially one so small and fragile, but they hadn’t had much choice in the long run. It was this or face absolute extinction. Most of their females had been killed by the rebels scattered throughout their planet. They were lost to them before they’d discovered the insidious virus that had slaughtered them as they carried their children.

  The women were bound and herded out to the three transport vehicles where they were loaded inside and kept watch over. The two dark beauties, Dezec kept within his sight. He wouldn’t make the mistake of trusting them to not do something else drastic and desperate. He sensed, and probably rightly so, that these women would be a handful.

  ***

  Adrienne and Ebony sat with their hands bound in front of them with something very close to the plastic ties the police on their world used. She supposed handcuffs were handcuffs, no matter where in the galaxy you might be.

  Adrienne watched the big, brutish alien that kept
his eyes locked on them through the glass separating the front of the transport from the back. Around her on benches sat a third of the women who’d been taken. The others she’d seen loaded onto two other huge vehicles. There were no windows save a thin slit in the front, and they seemed to navigate with some kind of computer that she could just make out the edges of around the black haired alien’s shoulders. Interspersed in the tank they traveled in stood soldiers equally as tall as the one she’d tried to beat the brains out of. They carried what had to be long silver guns, but the grip was enmeshed with a jelly-like insert that reacted to their fingertips. It was probably sensitive to each individual man.

  And it was suicide to even think about trying to get a gun away from one of them, even if she could figure out how to use it.

  “I see you looking at those guns, Adrienne. You’re gonna get us killed if you try anything else,” Ebony whispered to her sister.

  Adrienne looked at her sister’s worried face. She wanted more than anything to get them out of this before they discovered the alien’s true intentions. She didn’t like the fact that all she’d seen was men, and all they’d taken were women. It gave her a bad feeling in her stomach. “I’m not that stupid. Besides, I’m getting the feeling they’ve taken us for breeding purposes.”

  Ebony raised her brows. “Why do you say that?”

  “They just took women. Why else would they just kidnap women except to make us their sex slaves?”

  “Hmmm. I think you’re on to something. In that case,” Ebony dropped her voice lower, making sure no one could hear her, “you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”

  Adrienne furrowed her brow. “You sayin’ we need to play along until we can find a way out of here?”

  “Exactly. Lull them into thinking we’ve accepted our fate. Wait until the idiots think we’re in love or lust with them and get the hell out of dodge.”

  Adrienne smirked. “Yeah, I don’t care where you’re from, if it’s men, they’re gonna be thinking with their dicks.”

  “You think they’ve got them?”

  “I hope so. I don’t want some weird tentacle thing getting on me. I assumed if they kidnapped us, we’ve got to pretty much fit together.”

  Ebony looked pleased. “I can’t wait to find out!”

  Adrienne rolled her eyes. Ebony and her alien captive fantasies. She’d read too many romance books in her life. “Just don’t get caught up in your fantasies and forget we’re trying to go home, okay, you horn dog. You’d think you hadn’t been fucked in five years.”

  “Hell, it’s been over a year. I’m practically a virgin again.”

  Adrienne snorted. “You and me both.” She got quiet when the leader got up from the front, pushed a button, and stepped through the glass door that slid out of the way. He walked through the center of the tank, easily moving with the sway of the vehicle like a pirate on a ship.

  He walked to the back, and Adrienne admired the way his tight, black leather looking pants clung to his thick thighs and nice round ass. When he turned to patrol back up the center to the front, she couldn’t help the drag of her eyes to his crotch and flat stomach. The uniform fitted to every muscle in his body.

  Adrienne felt her lower stomach throb with an uncomfortable, familiar feeling when his gaze landed on her. She could practically feel him caress her body with his eyes.

  Just stop, she said to herself, dropping her eyes to her lap to avoid eye contact. He stopped his progression right in front of her. She sneaked her eyes up, caught sight of his groin staring her in the face. It looked semi-hard and huge. Just thinking about that mammoth thing pushing inside her made her pussy twinge.

  Fuck you, she said to her pussy. Stop getting excited. It’s just a damn dick. Get in line, missy. We aren’t here to have fun, and you are not taking over my brain.

  Adrienne argued with herself until the butterflies went away, and the object of her interest moved back into the front. She released a pent-up breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Holy shit! She was going to have a helluva time keeping her head about her when her poor little twat hadn’t been touched in forty forevers.

  Slowly, she looked back up to the front, through the glass and caught him staring at her. The man should’ve given her the creeps with his size, the breadth of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms. That and the fact that he was an alien. But the long, silver hair that framed his masculine face fascinated her. The thick black eyebrows that moved low over his startling blue eyes captivated her. He was a masculine beauty, and his nearly undivided attention on her made her increasingly uncomfortable in a number of ways. She didn’t want to think about what his designs for her were. Not when she should’ve been thinking about ways to escape. She had to get her mind back in the game for her and her sister’s sake.

  She didn’t think her sister would be able to do a damn thing. The little harlot was clearly thinking about her alien sex fantasies, if she didn’t know her better. And she did. It was up to Adrienne if they were going to get back to earth.

  The vehicles rolled to a stop.

  They’d arrived at their destination.

  Chapter Three

  Again, Adrienne felt the nerves climb into the back of her throat, sticking like a lump. She swallowed, unsuccessfully clearing her throat.

  The rear door slid open, and the men piled out and down the back, gesturing to the women to follow. For some freaky reason, they could speak English, which told Adrienne they’d been doing this for a while if they knew Earth language.

  The knowledge didn’t bode well for their chances of escape.

  Adrienne and Ebony were the last of the women off the ship. Once outside, she looked around, following the line of women to their fate. Huge walls standing at least twenty feet high surrounded the perimeter of the city that spread as far as the eye could see. Watchtowers dotted the wall like a maximum security prison, but the men positioned at the top seemed to face the outside, not the inside.

  At least they weren’t meant to keep the people inside. Just something out.

  She didn’t want to think about what could be outside. Probably something big and horrible and definitely alien.

  The men herded all the women inside a structure made of a material that looked as if it was carved of monolithic sandstone. The walls were smooth and looked like they couldn’t be scaled. The lines of block perfectly formed together nearly seamless and in a circular pattern. The building stretched high.

  As they passed through the double doors, they were shut behind them, and Adrienne found herself inside what appeared to be a large, futuristic locker room. Cabinets held towels and garments, apparently for them to change into. Beyond the locker room was another room. Their ties were cut as they proceeded inside and discarded into refuse bins.

  Adrienne looked around for the leader, but he hadn’t joined them. Probably off doing leader things.

  “Grab your clothes and towels and proceed into the cleansing room,” one of the guards said, gesturing to the other room. “Move!”

  His loud voice spurred them into action. Adrienne grabbed a flimsy, filmy looking piece of cloth and the towel, her sister did the same, and they walked into the “cleansing” room.

  Silver tile lay along the floor, walls and ceiling. A hook for their towels and clothing hung beside a small shelf and a long pole with a small head and buttons along its length. The recessed shelf held vials of colored liquid. Adrienne picked up a red vial and opened it, smelling the contents and touching it with her finger. It felt slipper like soap and the scent was not unpleasant. A blue vial seemed similar, while a third was filled with an amber cream that reminded her of hair conditioner. A small silver comb sat in the back of the shelf.

  “I guess this is our cleaning stuff,” Ebony said, hanging her towel and “clothes” beside Adrienne’s.

  “Yeah. I don’t really look forward to washing with a couple dozen women, but
I guess we’ll have to.” Adrienne stripped her clothes off, facing the wall, as most of the other women did.

  They really didn’t have much choice. More flies with honey and all. It was better to go along with things than bucking the system. At least until she figured out what was going on.

  Adrienne picked up the pole from the wall. The buttons lit up, one red, one white, one purple. She touched the purple button first, aiming the head toward the drain in the floor. Warm water shot out the end. She touched the white button and the water went cool. The red button made the water hotter. Adrienne adjusted the water to a temperature that she liked, then washed the sweat off her body and cleaned her hair and conditioned it. It took her and Ebony a similar time to get cleaned up.

  When they were done, they both got as much water out of their hair as they could with the towel and dried themselves off. They were still wet as well as their hair. It’d always taken hours for Adrienne’s curly hair to dry, and she wished she’d had some sort of styling product to keep it from drying into a frizzy mess. She looked at the vials again and took some of the conditioner, palming a small amount and rubbing it through her hair.

  “Good idea,” Ebony said, following suit.

  Next, Adrienne picked up the thin cloth. She held it up. It looked see through. She groaned and moved the garments this way and that, trying to figure out where she was supposed to put her head and arms. Finally, deciding it was some sort of Grecian-type wrap, she found one hole to stick her head through. The sides were completely open, leaving nothing to the imagination, especially when it clung to her still damp skin.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me. I just hope they don’t take us out in public like this,” Adrienne said, crossing her arms over her too big breasts to try and hide her dark, erect nipples.

  “I know that’s right.”

  Poor Ebony was in worse shape than her, given that her figure was more voluptuous than Adrienne’s. Her breasts were half again as big as her own and the sides of the garment didn’t begin to cover her.