Maggie's Abduction (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Lea Barrymire

  Fear ran cold and thick through her veins as the unknown crashed around inside her head. What was going to happen? Why had they been taken? Who had taken them? Would she survive whatever was to come?

  The male carrying her stopped in front of a piece of wall before touching it with a gloved hand. A door slid open in the wall, and he walked into a room the same dimensions as the cell she had been kept in. Pure terror poured through Maggie when he turned, allowing her the first glimpse of the rooms decor. In the middle of the room was a metal table, complete with metal restraints. The walls and floor were metallic and bright lights shone from somewhere above them. The room looked very much like a surgical suite in a hospital. A table with wicked looking instruments was next to the examination table. Maggie’s instincts kicked in, and she struggled in her captor’s arms. She kicked, hit, and wiggled, screaming out her fear into the sterile room. The male holding her didn’t react beyond holding her tighter to his chest. Her voice bounced back at her as she screamed again. Tears streamed down her face in fear and defeat.

  “Hold still, human. If you do not, you will be sedated again.” The words vibrated under her chest. She stopped struggling and tried to get a grip on her fear. “I am going to set you on the table, and you will lie down. The physician will be in momentarily. If you struggle during your time in this room, he will sedate you.”

  Maggie’s world was flipped around as the male removed her from his shoulder. Cold metal greeted her when he set her lightly onto the table. She scrambled to comply with the request. She would rather be awake and complacent than be sedated. The oblivion would be welcomed, but then she wouldn’t know what was being done to her body. Laid out on the table like a sacrifice caused all kinds of thoughts to run through her mind. Science fiction movies were favorites of hers. She loved the old flicks about space ships and aliens, but those movies lent way too many scenarios for her to think about. Visions of being probed, violated, and cut up skated through her thoughts. Fear gripped her chest tightly, making breathing difficult. Tears ran down her face, pooling coldly next to her ears on the metal table. She tried to swallow her sobs, but they tore up her throat, echoing back at her mockingly.

  Another male approached the table from the same doorway and stood at her side. He was also dressed in all black. The shiny face plate on his helmet reflected back a stark picture of terror. Maggie cringed at the image of herself and closed her eyes to keep the picture from being branded into her memory. She didn’t want to see the petrified woman lying on the table, awaiting an unknown future.

  “Place your limbs in the restraints.” The new male’s voice was slightly different, but his voice was still deep and the words vibrated through the air as a growl. Maggie jumped to comply, moving her arms and legs to fit them under the cold metal restraints. She closed her eyes and tried not to cringe when the clamps clicked shut over her wrists and ankles.

  Maggie’s eyes popped open when a mechanical whining started very close to her head. Her eyes widened when she saw the second male holding a wand of some sort. She tried to move away from the device, but the clamps held her in place.

  “What are you doing?” Her voice came out as a whisper. She pulled against the restraints and whimpered.

  “I am removing your clothing before cleansing your body.” The male answered. The wand cut through her shirt and bra straps. An unknown suction device pulled her clothing off her body, leaving her bare from the waist up. She shrieked and struggled harder, bruising her wrists. “Stop moving, human. I will not warn you again.”

  Maggie couldn’t believe this was happening. This couldn’t be reality. Things like this didn’t happen in real life. Maybe it was just a nightmare, she hoped. I’ll wake up and be in my own bed, safe and sound. A small voice whispered in the back of her head, this is really happening. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the voice, tried to close herself off from what was happening. She felt her pants being cut off her body and whimpered. Someone, please, help me.

  “Close your eyes and mouth while I cleanse you. The chemicals will cause irritation to your mucus membranes.” A moment later cold foam was sprayed over her naked body. It tingled slightly when it hit her skin. Cold air blasted across her body drying the foam. She shook and her teeth chattered from the frigid temperatures and shock. “You may open your orifices now.”

  Maggie opened her eyes and stared down her body. A fine white powder covered her from head to toe. She couldn’t see any marks marring her skin from where her clothing had been cut off. She jerked her gaze to the male standing next to her as he moved to the instrument table. He picked up what looked like a knitting needle and walked to the end of the table by her feet.

  He touched something on the end of the table. The leg restraints and part of the table started to move. It forced her legs farther apart and up into a birthing position, opening her legs and pussy. “I will examine you now and place the implantation inhibitor inside your body cavity.”

  A scream tore up her throat when she realized what he was about to do to her. Pure terror broke something in her mind. She no longer had rational thought. Escape was the only thought she had. She struggled against her restraints, arching her back. She thrashed against the metal, screaming her deviance with animalistic shrieks. Her wrists were cut by the metal clamps as she thrashed. Hot blood flowed sluggishly down her arms. The pain almost was a relief from the fear. A tiny prick of pain in her thigh made it through the haze of terror just before oblivion flowed over her in a blanket of darkness. She welcomed the darkness, opening herself to it and accepting that she was going to die. Death was better than the pure terror she felt now.

  Chapter 3

  “Wake now.” A male voice entered the darkness and dragged Maggie from the comfort of unawareness. She struggled to place the voice, but reality stormed into her thoughts quickly. The metallic taste, dry mouth, and lack of memory quickly brought her from the black oblivion of unconsciousness with an eerie sense of déjà vu. She had been on a cold table, being tortured. Terror spiked fast and hard through her body.

  She opened her eyes, expecting the same sterile room, but found herself in a darkened metal cell. She was on her back on a bed of some sort, or at least a cloth pad that cushioned her body. With a quick glance, she noted that she was still naked but was covered with a coarse white sheet from breasts to mid thigh. Relief flowed through her. She wasn’t dead, hadn’t been maimed, and was probably okay. The drug-induced fog hadn’t fully lifted from her mind, but she didn’t feel any pain or discomfort anywhere. Maggie tried to roll, hoping to get a look at the rest of the cell. Her movements were halted by soft cloth straps around her wrists, tethering her to the corners of the bed. She pulled on the restraints, finding them stretchy and unbreakable. Shit. Now she was restrained to a bed? Would the nightmare never end?

  “Stop, now.” A gravelly voice pulled Maggie from her thoughts. She whipped her head around and stared across the cell at a large male standing in the corner farthest from the bed. The lights in the cell didn’t illuminate his face, but from the look of him, he was one of the largest men she had ever seen. His shoulders were easily twice as wide as hers. She guessed he stood close to seven feet tall if the height of the ceiling was the same as the first cell she had occupied.

  “Who are you?” Her voice was reedy and weak. She struggled to move on the bed to face him, but the ties wouldn’t allow her to roll. She pulled at them, testing their strength.

  “You must stop struggling against the restraints,” he growled.

  Maggie stared at his shadow for a moment, and when he didn’t speak again or move, she shifted her gaze to the fabric binding her to the bed. She pushed both arms up as far as she could to slacken the cloth, working her wrists in the cloth cuffs. If she could just get it loosened a little more—

  Large hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her down the bedding until her arms were stretched completely above her head. She squeaked at the sudden movement. She tried to struggle against the grip but was
quickly pressed into the mattress by a very large and very heavy male body. She stilled immediately, fear drying her mouth.

  “You must stop struggling. I’m fighting my instincts enough as it is, but if you continue to struggle, you will force me to lose control.” He growled again, vibrating her chest where it met his. She was caught by a pair of golden feline eyes as he stared down at her. Their faces were mere inches apart. She gasped when the realization hit her that he wasn’t human. His face was humanoid, but wider and squarer than a typical male’s face. His eyes were widely set and deep in his face. His nose was wide and flat like that of a big cat. He had a full head of golden tan hair that was very similar to a lion mane. Thick lips clamped tight enough to whiten stress lines around them. Her body tensed, ready to battle the male laying on top of her. He squinted at her and rumbled deep in his chest. “Little human, you must listen to me. Your fear smells sweet and enticing. If you want me to behave myself and not take you this moment, you must calm and stop moving.”

  Maggie forced herself to stop struggling. She lay tense and scared under the male, blinking up at him as she tried to control her breathing. As seconds ticked by into minutes, she started to relax. She obviously could be overpowered and hurt while bound to the bed. He hadn’t hurt her and seemed to be trying to get control over himself. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, dragging air into her lungs to calm her racing heart.

  “Much better,” he said with a nod. She opened her eyes and stared into his feline gaze, trying to remain calm. He slowly rose off of her body and stepped back into the corner of the cell. A quick glimpse of tanned skin stretched over well-defined muscles on a massive chest was all she got before he moved into the shadows again. She could see him breathing rapidly, clenching his fists.

  “If I stay still, may I ask questions?” She kept her voice low and gentle. If he needed her to be docile, then she would play the game. As long as he kept from hurting her, she would do whatever was needed.

  “You may ask, but I may not answer.”

  “You know I am human, and you obviously aren’t. So, where are we?” Maggie tried to catalog her questions in order of most important. If he would only answer a few, then she needed to spend her time wisely. She watched him shift his bulk into the corner and lean against the walls of the cell. His eyes almost glowed in the dark, giving his face a spooky but intriguing look.

  “We are on the warship Argon, prisoners to the Xeltec race. They are the ones that removed you from your planet and brought you on this ship.”

  “So, we are in space? Why am I here? We aren’t at war with any other races. Shit, humans don’t even believe that there are other races in space.”

  “You were taken from your planet to function as a distraction to my men. We are traveling to mines on Terrax to work as prisoners of war. You and the other females were captured and given to us to keep us from revolting.” His voice was still gravelly, but it had taken on a smoother, deeper sound.

  “Distraction? Like a toy? Why am I tied, then?” Maggie had a good idea of how she was supposed to be distracting the male staring at her. She tried to stay calm, but fear started coursing through her body again.

  “You are tied to keep me from killing you.” He sighed. He moved forward, slowly, approaching the bed. “You were placed in my cage while I was in the exercise yard. They tied you down to keep you docile. If you reacted badly when I reentered my cell, I could strike out and injure you.”

  “Why?” She gulped air as he came even closer. He was almost close enough to touch her. Her body tensed even though she tried to keep calm.

  “Because instinct will take over. You’re a female. Females of my species are passive and submissive. If they fight or do not listen to instruction, they’re punished. Our punishments would likely kill you because you’re weaker and softer than our females.” He sat on the bed next to Maggie’s hip and slowly reached out to place a hand on her thigh. She watched him inhale deeply through his nose, flaring his nostrils wide. “You smell so good when afraid. I don’t know if I can fight the need that is rising. We are a very sexual race. You were given to me because if our males go too long without a female, we start turning on each other and venting frustration by fighting. The Xeltecs don’t want their work force killing each other. They found a race of females compatible with our sexual needs and practices.”

  Maggie gasped as the words he just spoke filtered through the fear. She was given to him as a sex toy. Holy shit. She ran the scenarios through her head quickly. If she fought him, he would probably kill her. If she gave in, perhaps he would keep her safe and she might not have to be a play thing for any other male.

  “Am I to be given to another male when you are done?” She kept her voice low, dread coloring her words. She knew that for a female she was too round and didn’t have the looks that anyone would call beautiful. She was average looking at best. What if he wanted to trade her for a different woman? Some of the women that she had been held with were better looking, thinner. Dread and something close to rejection flowed through her body.

  “No, you are mine. You are beautiful and perfect for me. You have enough cushion on you so I can pound my cock into you without bruising myself on pointy bones. Once I mate with you, then no other male would dare touch you. Are you an innocent? I will be gentle either way, but if you are innocent I’ll try to be extra careful with you.” He bent close to her face and then buried his face in her neck, breathing in deeply. He rumbled deep in his chest, almost like a purr. The hand on her thigh inched higher, squeezing and kneading her flesh as he moved closer to the apex of her thighs. He stroked her lightly from knee to hip, moving along the inside of her thigh.

  “Innocent? Do you mean virgin?” She tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck. She couldn’t help the submissive gesture as he moved slightly to lie next to her on the bed. She breathed in his scent. He smelled like sun-warmed spices. Her eyes closed on their own as he breathed warmly against her neck. “No, I’m not a virgin. I’ve only had sex a couple of times, though. The last time was about eight months ago.”

  “I don’t know how much longer I can keep from taking you. You must remain quiet so I don’t injure you. I won’t hurt you as long as you submit to me. Do you understand?” He rumbled against her neck and chest, breathing his words across her shoulder. She shivered with the feel of warm, moist breath skating across her skin. Her mind was racing to catch up with reality. She was going to have sex with this large non-human male, and soon from the sounds of it. The evidence of his intent was pressed tightly against her thigh, hard and hot.

  “I understand. Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered. She closed her eyes and waited for him to take her. She knew it would hurt some, but sex wasn’t pleasant anyway in her experience. It was another reason she had sworn off men. Her last boyfriend had talked her into having sex with him only to find out that she didn’t enjoy it at all. He was rough and didn’t care if she came or not. His idea of foreplay had been taking off his clothes. She tried to keep herself from tensing up, knowing that would make it harder for this male to get his cock inside her. With deep breaths, she waited.

  “Human, look at me,” the male rumbled against her chest. Maggie opened her eyes and stared at his face. He scowled. “I promise not to harm you. Why are you so frightened? I’ve explained that I won’t hurt you. I know you can accommodate my anatomy. What is there to fear?”

  “Sex hurts. I don’t really like pain, but if you go slowly, I can stand it.” Maggie blushed deeply. She didn’t talk about sex with anyone, especially a stranger. Definitely not with a strange male. “That’s what is causing my fear.”

  “You don’t enjoy sex?” He raised a golden eye brow. “Perhaps you haven’t done it right. It won’t hurt when I do it. You will enjoy it.”

  Maggie almost laughed. It seemed that males everywhere were sure of their sexual abilities. A snort escaped before she could stop it. She paled as he scowled down at her.

  “
That noise tells me that you’re either laughing at me or you don’t believe me. Shall I prove it to you?” Before she could react, he turned and pulled the sheet off her body, flinging it onto the floor. She gasped and tried to move to somehow cover her body. He rolled onto her body, pinning her to the bed, and growled in the back of his throat. She tensed and then forced herself to calm. Docile, Maggie, remember to stay calm. She breathed a few times to get control of herself before opening her eyes and looked at him.

  “Watch me, human.” He moved slowly, sliding his body down hers until his face was level with her breasts. She blushed as he stared at her ample flesh for many moments. Slowly she watched him lower his head until he sucked a nipple into his hot mouth. Shock and something more shot through her body. His tongue moved slowly over the peak, circling the flesh he kept captured in his mouth. She watched his cheeks move as he suckled her breast, slowly sucking more flesh in. She moaned and couldn’t stop the slight arching of her back that pushed her breasts into his mouth. Sharp teeth scraped her breast as he pulled his head back, letting the nipple pop from his mouth.

  She watched with hooded eyes as he moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment. She could feel heat and wetness pooling between her thighs. Surprise and excitement tickled her senses. She’d never reacted to a man this way before. Orgasms were few and far between even using her own hands. She knew from reading romance novels that women were supposed to be wet and willing when a man wanted to mount her, but she’d thought it was all myth until this exact moment. She could feel slight tremors shaking through her lower body. A need to be touched and more started throbbing in her lower belly. When he sucked her breast into his mouth and licked her nipple in quick strokes, she could almost feel those same strokes on her clit.