“She’s here for the gold!”
“I don’t think so,” Xierzes said. He turned to the other large troll. “What do you think, Trienal?”
“I think she’s the one we’ve been waiting for.”
Xierzes nodded. “I agree.” He turned back to Rikul. “Hand it over.” Rikul begrudgingly handed his spear over, and Xierzes tossed it aside. He opened his arms as if he wanted to welcome me. I only made brief eye contact. I was too distracted by his codpiece. A large piece of gold adorned his hips, and a large protrusion jutted out.
He beamed, his teeth crooked but clean. “Welcome to our village, stranger. But we have one custom that I should probably tell you first.”
I stared at him. “Custom?”
“Yes. We have to initiate all visitors. If they don’t survive the initiation, well...”
He cast a glance over his shoulder to Trienal, who chuckled. “Then they aren’t worthy of the secrets.”
“Secrets? Initiation? What’s going on?”
Xierzes let out a slow chuckle. “You’ll see stranger, you’ll see. Come with me.”
He laid his hand on my back and walked me into the next room. Trienal followed, but Rikul was ordered to leave the house at once. I looked over my shoulder at him and swore I saw a flash of jealousy. What were they going to do to me?
***
In the next room, a large table was set out. It looked most similar to a dining room, but there weren’t any chairs. The table was too high to sit at from the floor. It didn’t matter, as the trolls would soon teach me their strange ways.
Xierzes walked me in front of him then pushed me back onto the table. I lifted myself up and sat on it, staring up at him expectantly. He gave a devilish grin to his partner then swung back to me.
“Our village needs to replenish our most valuable asset: people.”
I stared in horror and tried to grip what he meant. I was still having a hard time translating how fast they talked to understandable english. “You’re not going to eat me are you?”
“How slow she talks... and thinks,” the second troll said. He shook his head. “No, we’re going to fuck you.”
“Fuck?” the word jumped out of his mouth like a spear into my back. “Fuck me?” My eyes widened, but my cheeks flushed. They couldn’t be serious. They were going to fuck me?
“Hold you down and fuck you.”
I gulped and looked around to see if there was any way out.
Xierzes moved closer to me and squeezed my breasts. My thin shirt didn’t do much to stop his fingers, and I tried to brush him away. Trienal was behind me, and he gripped my arms to keep me from struggling.
My face flushed despite myself, and as Xierzes teased my nipples through my shirt, I focused on his heavy breathing. I thought about my fantasy as I laid in my sleeping bag earlier that night, and my mind turned to strange and bizarre thoughts. I shouldn’t have been getting so turned on from these two monsters man-handling me, but I was.
I stopping fidgeting against Trienal’s grasp and they both chuckled.
“All the humans fight it at first, but they soon come around.”
I blinked. “Other humans?”
“Yes, we always manage to lure one or two in when the time is right. You’re one of the latest... but I can tell already, you’re special.”
I paused as I deciphered his sentence, and blushed again, but not because his hands were squeezing my breasts. “Why?”
“A scent... you’re different. Special.”
I let out a gasp as Trienal undid my bra and it suddenly went limp inside my shirt. Without another word, Xierzes reached down and grabbed the hem, pulling it over my arms. Topless, I could feel both of their bodies’ heat radiating on me, their skin tantalizingly close to mine. Xierzes' breath traveled down my neck and pricked my nipples, and I felt my chest grow warm in anticipation.
I started breathing harder, and this seemed to delight the two creatures. Their hands were all over me, exploring every inch of my skin as if it was their first time with a woman. I relished the feeling. Xierzes rubbed his golden codpiece on my thigh, and I almost felt his cock twitch inside the casing. Trienal had no such modesty, his hardening member rubbing against my ass without a care.
I grinded into him for encouragement. He reached from behind me and cupped my breasts, before leaning down and kissing my neck. Both of their kisses were fast and urgent, like their speech, but carried a sense of hesitation about them. I don’t know how I picked up on it, but I felt like they were going much slower just for me.
Xierzes grabbed me by the waist and brought me closer to the table. He pushed me down on it and spread me out, so I was free for both of them to handle as they pleased. The only thing keeping me from their excitement were my panties.
With careful motion, Xierzes looped his fingers under the waistband and pulled them off of me, making sure to not catch my knees. I let out a sweet moan as he tossed them to the floor, the excitement almost making me dizzy. They were on me again, their hands and mouths exploring inches of my body I had never felt touched or kissed by a man. By a human.
Xierzes brought his head down by my thighs and licked my skin. I shivered, and he took it as a sign of encouragement. He brought his lips to mine and sucked, coaxing a drawn out moan from me. My fingers rushed to his head and clasped on it, holding him against my clit. Trienal held me steady and kept me from growing too urgent. I didn’t even need to look to get a sense of how large his cock was, quivering near me. As the wave of euphoria washed over me from Xierzes' tongue, I reached over and grasped Trienal’s cock, its strange skin smooth like marble.
He grimaced as I stroked it, pulling the foreskin over the head with each motion. He grunted and bucked without a care as I stared up at him, and his eyes met mine. Xierzes dragged my attention back to him with his finger, pushing it up into my body. I moaned loudly, which made both of the creatures groan in agreement.
Their bodies glistened with sweat, and my neck burned with uninhibited arousal. Xierzes pulled his fingers from me and loosened the belt holding his codpiece up, until it fell to the floor with a loud clatter. His cock was even larger than Trienal’s, and I knew exactly what he was planning on using it for. I stared at him with hungry eyes, and he motioned for me to scoot closer.
I let go of Trienal’s dick and brought myself closer to the edge of the table. Xierzes' eyes burned with an intensity I’d never seen before. As I came close to him, he grabbed my hips and dragged me across the wood grain, scratching my ass and shoulder blades. I winced as he released me, but he only moved his hands to get a better grip. He spread my knees apart and rested the tip of his cock against my pussy. The warmth was intoxicating.
“What are you waiting for?” I moaned. “Do it already. You said you wanted to fuck me. Now’s your chance.” I stared into his eyes with the rebelliousness of a teenager, and he took my challenge up. He lowered his cock and thrusted into me, one powerful stroke filling me to the brim. My eyes watered as I gasped for air, throwing my head back against the table. Trienal watched greedily, stroking his cock as Xierzes started to pump in and out of me.
I shook against the platform but could only barely watch both of them get off. I was lost in my own pleasure, the burning desire of it too much to handle. Xierzes' hand touched my clit and stroked it as he pounded me, his rhythm more perfect than I could have possibly taught him.
I groaned and lashed out, grabbing the edge of the table to steady myself. I regained some of my composure and lifted myself up to balance on my elbows, staring into Xierzes' eyes, into his soul. It was bare to me, and I wasn’t disappointed.
His strokes grew faster and more frenzied, and I found myself growing blind with euphoria. I shut my eyes and focused on the intense lump growing in me, a sure sign of my impending climax. I matched my breathing to his, and his hands clasped my waist, pulling me closer to him. His balls slapped my ass as he groaned louder and louder. I let out a long bellow as I felt a rush of another orgasm overwhelm
me, spilling out of my body like waves of numbing fire. He groaned and finished inside me, my pussy clenching him and begging for more.
At last, he released me and let me slouch to the table. I breathed heavily, trying to catch myself. I looked over to Trienal who had just finished as well, and smiled. Xierzes grinned and withdrew from me. “It is done.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I was out immediately.
***
I woke up in a hammock. As I blinked against my grogginess, I forgot for a second where I was. Large, sinewy ropes dug into my naked body, but it was better than sleeping on the hard sex table. I looked around the room and didn’t recognize it from my previous walk through of the house.
The troll standing at the entrance to the room reminded me of what happened. Xierzes came forward after I woke up and offered me some bread and food.
I took it and ate greedily, not realizing how hungry I was from the hike and explosive sex. After I finished, I crossed my arms to try and warm my naked body. I looked at Xierzes.
“You may leave if you like. Some of the others want to keep you to make sure the pregnancy took, but I’m sure it did,” Xierzes said in his fast-tongue.
I nodded. “To make sure?”
“They would continue to fuck you, until you became pregnant.”
My eyes grew wide at the prospect. Nonstop fucking? “I don’t know if I could handle that after last night...”
“You’d adapt.”
I shook my head and climbed out of the hammock. “Where are my clothes?”
Xierzes pointed to a heap of laundry in the corner of the room. I retrieved my bra, shirt and panties and dressed myself. He looked at me with disappointment. “Sad. I thought you might stay.”
“I don’t think I could.” A smile crept up on me. “I could visit though.”
His eyes lit up. “To try again?”
“Sure,” I said. “If that’s what you want.”
Xierzes clapped his hands together. “I’ll tell the rest of the village. They’ll look forward to your return.”
I smiled and thanked him for the wild ride. He touched my stomach and nodded.
I left the house and wasn’t stopped by anyone on the way out. I spotted the hiker I had followed into the village. He had a disappointed look on his face, but I waved to him and he returned the gesture. After a small hike up the hill, I retrieved my sleeping bag and backpack and started to head back home.
I wrote down the approximate location in my journal. I’d have to come back for seconds — after all, I’d never been fucked like that in my entire life.
Taken into the Mothership by Simone Beatrix
A car breaking down is a terrible thing, but it’s even worse when it happens in the middle of the night and you can’t get reception on your cell.
After driving for the last three and half hours to try and reach my friend’s house for a much-needed vacation from work, my old pickup truck started stalling and pitching a fit. I pulled to the side of the snow-covered road and turned it off, hoping it was just acting up. She wasn’t known for being perfect, but she never stranded me anywhere before.
I cranked the ignition and the engine struggled to catch. The wheezing engine and dimming lights only made me more sure of my fate: I was trapped out here. Great. I probably deserved it as punishment for trying to make the drive in the middle of January. I was liable to freeze to death before anyone could drive by and help me.
Regretfully, I wished Mark was with me. He would have been with me if I hadn’t ditched him when I realized how terrible of a lover he was. But I had to hand it to him, he was good at one thing: cars. Thinking about it then, I could have convinced myself it was his fault my car broke down. That he sabotaged it in some way. Yeah, he must’ve.
I climbed out of driver’s seat and planted my feet on the hard ground. I shoved the seat forward and fished around behind it for any supplies. A loose flash light rolled into sight and I grabbed it. I’d seen Becky use her cellphone as a flash light, but mine was too old to be that useful. I remembered I was paying the big bucks for road side assistance, and for once I was glad. I flipped my cell open to try and call a tow truck.
“No service,” shined back at me from the phone’s screen. I groaned and tried to make a call anyway. The line refused to connect and beeped at me indignantly, like I just touched a hot plate at a restaurant. “Didn’t I just tell you?”
I sighed and flipped my phone closed. I grabbed a blanket that I kept just for such emergencies and threw it over my shoulders. I was sure if I hiked a little bit up the hill I could get some reception and get some help. It would be hours until sunrise, and I couldn’t wait that long and hope someone would find me. I had to call a truck.
I slammed the truck door shut and started the hike. Shining the light ahead of me, I made a slow walk up the winding mountain pass road. I didn’t expect to see any car lights, as I hadn’t passed one for the last three hours of the trip. Useless. It had snowed recently, the evidence was the large piles of blackened snow hogging the shoulders and edges of the road. I was glad I was wearing my snow boots, having almost put on some slippers before leaving my house. If only a car would drive by, I thought. I could escape this nightmare.
After making it around a turn I checked my phone again. Still no reception. I pushed onward, until I came across a small trailhead that slipped up into the mountains, threading through the craggy trees and snow-covered pines. Maybe if I’m higher up I’ll have a better chance. I stepped off the road onto the trail, the ground hard and frozen under my feet.
***
The trial winded up the mountain for a couple hundred yards, and every time I checked my phone it gave me the same message. I was started to grow restless and anxious, like something was watching me. I stared over my shoulder down the trail for a while, as if that would assure me.
A couple switchbacks later, my phone lit up in response to regaining service. I laughed and flipped it open. That’s when I was interrupted. Not by a man or an animal, but something much more bizarre and alien.
A huge flash of light exploded overhead, and a deafening roar of wind started whipping at my jacket and blanket, like I had just entered a wind tunnel. A man answered the line just as my phone flew from my hand and landed on the ground. I only looked at it for a second before turning my gaze upward. The blinding light pierced the tree tops and a howling hum emanated from it. I shielded my eyes and tried to comprehend what was happening. The only thing I could think of was a forest fire was breaking out. Or lightning or something.
The beam of light felt like it was pushing down on me. I struggled to move, frozen in a mixture of fear and curiosity. The humming grew louder and closer, and the sound started to reverberate off the trees. Snow melted into streams and puddles wherever the light touched. I clutched my ears and squeezed my eyes shut and collapsed to my knees in the mud. Whatever it was, I wanted it to stop.
The pressure from the light started to lift me, like a cool breeze passing under my arms. I shook my head and kept my ears covered, the howl only seemed to grow stronger. I felt myself lighten, before being lifted into the air. The sensation was horrifying, like jumping a little bit too high from a trampoline. My stomach sank as I felt my knees lift off the ground. My jacket buffeted like a weak flag in the wind.
A sense of dread filled me and I had the distinct feeling I was going to die. If I hadn’t ditched Mark, maybe I would have been spared. Maybe my car wouldn’t have broken down. Maybe he could have saved me. I gulped and kept my stomach from turning inside out.
Nothing and no one could save me now, not even the stupid roadside assistance I was paying for.
***
I woke up, expecting to be in my bed at home. Expecting everything to have been a terrible dream.
But I wasn’t at home. The chilling cold of steel throbbed against my ass and shoulders. I was completely naked and strapped down to a metal bed. I tried to lift my head to look around, but a large strap help my f
orehead in place. A pair of straps spanned my chest and hips. My hands were bound to my sides, but my feet were free to move around. It was strange, why would my legs be free? I didn’t try to think about it too hard.
I groaned and tried to regain my bearings. A large light shined in my eyes, but it was different from before. Smaller. Not humming. It was like a dentist’s light shining into my eyes. The room outside the light was dark, too dimly lit to make out any shapes or structures. Had I fallen asleep in my car? Was this all a dream after all?
No, it was too real. It could only be one thing: alien abduction. I had always heard the stories, especially the bad reality tv shows at night, but never believed them. They always seemed to talk about the same thing: sexual experimentation. Mark thought they were real accounts, but I always was quick to ask why they’d need to perform sexual experiments on people? With that and all the other freaky stuff going on? It just all seemed too convenient. I thought it was a riot. Now, laying on the steel table, completely naked and defenseless, I was changing my tune. Turns out, I was the one who was wrong.
Just out of sight, a murmur and harsh scrape caught my attention. I struggled to try and see what had made the noise. Two large creatures stepped into the light, their faces indistinct and masked in shadow. I could tell immediately they weren’t... human. That was intriguing — almost attractive — about them. I didn’t want to admit it, but I part of the reason I was getting out of town was to get some action, but I didn’t expect anything like this.
The first alien was tall, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I could make out some of his features. They were grotesque. No nose, but snake-like slits were in the middle of his face. Three large eyes seemed to be placed randomly, and a slit for a mouth. No eyebrows separated the eyes from the forehead. It’s lanky arm stroked my skin, the fingers thin and smooth, but too few. The second alien was shorter, and only had two eyes, but just as strange a face otherwise. They looked at each other, sharing a long gaze before turning back to me.
They hovered like curious scientists awing at a new discovery. The taller one spoke first, his voice strangely garbled, but completely understandable. When he spoke, a second voice appeared in my mind, slightly out of sync with his physical voice.
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