Alien Penetration

by Yvonne Morgan

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  Alien Penetration

  By

  Yvonne Morgan

  © copyright October 2012, Yvonne Morgan

  Revised and re-vamped from a previously published title, No Holes Barred: Mating Dance.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

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  Ravished by Wolves

  Chapter One

  The building was exceptional only in how utterly normal it appeared. Whoever it was that had designed it must have intended it to be the most forgettable building in the world.

  “Are you sure this is it?”

  “I don’t know….” Val turned in the car seat to look at her a moment. “I guess it must be. I mean, this is the address Laura gave me.” She turned back to the building, seeming to have as much difficulty as Caitlin did believing this was it.

  Caitlin looked again at the building. No Holes Barred. That was what the club’s name was, supposedly. This hardly looked like the place you’d find an exclusive adult club. I guess that’s why they chose it. Or built it, or whatever. That was, of course, provided Laura hadn’t decided to play a nasty trick on Val, in which case it would be extremely embarrassing when they went in and asked where all the action was. Caitlin didn’t know Laura very well personally. She did know the woman was fond of jokes and had played countless pranks on Val, whose trusting nature insured she would fall for them every time.

  “Are you positive you want to go through with this?”

  Val nodded slowly to herself. “I haven’t been laid in a year, Caitlin. A year. Do you have any idea what that’s like?” she ground out. “A whole year of nothing. Not just horrible sex, nothing! It’ll atrophy if I don’t get some soon!”

  Caitlin tried hard to banish the sudden vision of a withered vagina from her mind. “Damn it Val!”

  She knew exactly what Val meant, had in fact been without longer than she had, but preferred not to point that out. She would have been able to get some action if that had been all she wanted. She wasn’t prudish. Sex before marriage made all the sense in the world to her- after all why buy the house if you haven’t checked out the plumbing? Her problem was she didn’t like getting involved with someone that she didn’t see as a likely candidate for spending the rest of her life with. She wanted the option, whether or not she chose to use it.

  At this point in her life, though, she might be horny but she was also fairly scared. What if she wasn’t any good in bed anymore? What if she never had been? If she were just destined to be alone? She tried hard to shake the thoughts running through her head. Her mother had lived her whole life alone. What if it ran in the family, like some dread, unnamed disease?

  It’s now or never. It’ll be years before I get up the gumption to try again. If I ever do. It occurred to her that she really wasn’t starting off on the right foot. What is it Val was always saying about giving people a fair chance? Val seemed to have even worse luck with men than her own, yet still tried to find a good one. Caitlin never had figured out if it was blind determination or pure desperation that drove her.

  “Well…let’s get this over with.”

  As they stepped from the car, Caitlin wondered yet again how she had even allowed Val to talk her into this. She had decided several years ago to stop looking for love after a string of nightmarish blind dates, set up by so-called great friends. She’d lost most of her friends over the years because she wouldn’t go out with their freaky, monstrous, or just plain stupid relatives more than once. Shit, you would think, being my friends, they’d know my taste a little better than that! Or at least know their own family well enough to know they wouldn’t be interested in me!

  She had finally come to her senses and just stopped going out on blind dates all together, swearing off relationships while she was at it.

  Val was the only friend that she had kept, mostly on account of the fact that Val didn’t have any male relatives around her own age. Aside from that, it was almost exclusively her married friends who tried to set her up. It’s almost as if they just can’t stand any of their friends not being married after they’ve tied themselves down. Are they jealous of my being single, or scared that I might get an interest in their husband? As if I’d be like that!

  She had added to her vow just over a year ago, deciding never to have another one night stand either. She tried to block the many horrible experiences from her mind, but one in particular came anyway, unbidden.

  She had met the guy at work and had found him wildly attractive. He seemed very interested, too. They had flirted a lot for several weeks until, one day they had somehow wound up in her bed together. Things seemed to be going great at first, lots of kissing and heavy petting. She hadn’t been at all disappointed in his body, which turned out to be nicely tanned and toned. The problem occurred after the clothes were off and she was well past the point that she felt she could say no. When they were actually in the bed together, it turned out he didn’t really care if she enjoyed herself or not. Apparently, he thought the kissing and petting from before was all that she needed and that, with that out of the way at last, it was time for him to get his own jollies. He was a dead fish. There was no passion, no touching, just a quick in and out that left her feeling befouled and used. He had grabbed up his clothes and tore out of there like he’d been thrown, without even saying another word. She had not minded that part at all, had actually feared he might make things worse and linger. Thank God for small favors. Needless to say, work had been extremely awkward after that, at least for her, so she wound up having to find herself a position elsewhere.

  “Earth to Caitlin. Come in. Over.”

  Startled into a sudden awareness of her surroundings, Caitlin shook off the memory and glared at Val. “Yes?”

  “You’re supposed to say ‘over.’” Val giggled at her scowl and pointed across the street at the door. “Are you ready?”

  Caitlin nodded once, and, trailing well behind Val, crossed the pavement to the door of the club. She paused momentarily and braced herself as Val opened the door and they entered. She hardly dared to open her eyes. When she finally did, it was only because she’d bumped into Val. She steadied herself, muttering an apology and looking over her friend’s shoulder. She let go of a breath she hadn’t known she held as relief flooded her. Somehow, she’d gotten it in her head that the club would be nothing but an orgy, a mass of naked, humping bodies her friend would doubtless insist she join. Instead, the crowd on the dance floor gyrating to the music looked and behaved just like they would have in any other club.

  “Um. Val? Are you sure this is it?”

  Val gave her a stern look over her shoulder. “Come on.” She pointed toward one of two sets of circular, wrought iron stairs. “Laura said to go up.”

  As she followed her friend up the stairs, Caitlin found herself tensing up again. They were met at the top by a veritable wall of a man with beady eyes, who looked them over head to foot before stepping out of their way. His voice, though deep, seemed oddly normal for a man of his build. She’d actually expected something booming.

  “You may enter.”

  Caitlin edged to Val’s side as they looked around the mezzanine. There were four doors, each leading, supposedly, to four fantasy worlds. Before she’d even gotten the chance to read any of them, Val pointed to one on the right and said, “I’m going in there.”

  Caitlin looked at the sign above the door.

  “Historic dates and mates?” She looked quizzically at Val. Dates and mates from the past? Ours, or someone else’s? She couldn’t th
ink of a single man she’d ever been with that she cared to ever date again, let alone mate with. I guess maybe its people dressed up in silly costumes? Where’s the appeal in that? There obviously had to be some for the club to stay in business with offerings like that, but it certainly held no interest for her.

  “Yeah. Why not? You’re allowed to try a different one if you don’t like the one you start out with, ya know. Besides, it’s the one Laura recommended. You coming in?”

  Caitlin shrugged. “Nah. I think I’ll go in that one over there,” she said, pointing at the one across from Val’s room of choice.

  “Galactic dates and mates?” Val said and laughed. “Why go to that one? Or are you just saying you want to go there and planning to skip out like a little chicken?”

  Caitlin gave her a look, though the thought had crossed her mind, and sighed. No real reason, it just happens to be closest without being your choice.

  “It sounds interesting enough. Anyway, I’m not really into that whole history thing.”

  “So you’ll really go?”

  She swatted at Val. “Yes, I’ll go. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

  “Shit, you’ll see me in a few hours! You can go for a quickie if you want, but I’m here to stay a while! Hey, remember what I said earlier? Take the first empty room you come to.”

  “Why did Laura say that anyway?”

  Val shrugged, “No idea. See ya!” She turned and practically ran through the door. Caitlin, however, walked slowly toward her own, a knot of anxiety already formed in her stomach. She knew now she was going to go through with it. She honestly enjoyed being with a man when it was at least half decent, even if she hadn’t had anything like that in a long time. She was already here, everyone already knew what she’d come for, which in itself made her uncomfortable. There was little point in turning back now. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to. She looked nervously around the gallery one more time before stepping through the door. Inside was a long corridor filled with people, mostly men, who had their noses stuck to the plate-glass windows which lined both walls. How do they keep them clean? There’s a job I’ll never take! What the hell is so interesting, anyway?

  Curiosity piqued, Caitlin stood on her tip toes and tried to look into the first window, to see what all the fuss was about. Inside, a man and woman floated, entwined, in what appeared to be thick water. How on God’s green Earth can they breathe in there! Is it some kind of super water, like that movie I saw that time? Heavy enough in oxygen for people to breath?

  As she stood there, staring, puzzling it over, she was jostled suddenly by several new-comers. It broke the spell and she gave up her spot to them. Have at it. I’m not much on watching anyway. She felt confidant she’d solved that little puzzle. I’ll just Google it when I get home tonight.

  Moving down the hall, she sidled up to another window when she heard the loud gasps of the onlookers, intrigued in spite of herself. Inside, a naked woman was chained spread eagle between two metal pillars. Some thing, some strange and terrible, ugly thing had hold of her. It looked like it had a hundred mouths and it had every one of them plastered to that poor woman’s body. Caitlin looked at the backs of the men around her, the few profiles she could see, in shock, wondering what that thing was and why no one was stopping it. Surely it’s just animatronics or something. A loud moan from the woman inside drew Caitlin’s attention back to her, belying her last thought. It can’t be fake. I’ve never heard of anything this good, even in a movie. She squinted at the glass, certain it wasn’t really a screen. The woman was writhing under the mouths, moaning loud enough for the onlookers to hear through the glass. Caitlin felt her own pussy tingle when two of those mouths closed over the woman’s mound and the woman moaned again.

  Caitlin pulled herself away forcibly, and continued down the hall in shocked silence, a little faster than before. I hate to say it, but…I want one! It isn’t much to look at but…my god! She felt goose bumps run up her spine. It looked like fun. What the hell am I saying? It’s an alien! A real, honest to goodness alien! She had heard about them. Who hadn’t? Since people had discovered a method of bending space, travel was now a cinch. There were colonies going up all over the place, and a few alien races had been trying to negotiate to settle on the outer planets around the sun too-not that they would be allowed since most people were anthrophobic- but she had just never actually seen one before. At least, not that she knew for a fact.

  So this really is about galactic dates and mates. Would I really want one? It was obvious they had some that looked nothing like humans but she had to assume one of those people in that first room had not been human, even though they both looked it. Maybe she could get one that looked mostly human without being like a typical man? She stilled herself, deciding to go ahead and try. I’m already here. As bad as I’ve had in the past, an alien couldn’t possibly be much worse, right?

  The crowds thinned the farther she walked, and she walked swiftly past the last group, continuing on several minutes. Val had told her to take the first empty room, but she wanted to get as far away from the crowd as possible, too self conscious of her body and shocked at herself for what she planned to do, to live and stand having all of those men watching, judging her. It’s too much like having your parents come in on you! She finally stopped at a door, looking quickly back at the peepers in the distance to see if they’d noticed her. They didn’t seem to have, at least none of them were looking in her direction, so she went inside and closed the door, leaning her back against it heavily. Unmoving except for her heart palpitations she remained where she was, staring at the room around her and wondering at the implications.

  The room was spacious, plain white walls and a plush grey carpet, but completely devoid of true furnishings, having only a huge touch screen against the opposite wall. There was a distinct lack of anything male, alien or otherwise, in the room. She found herself worrying that she may have chosen the wrong room. Is this why you’re supposed to take the first empty room? She didn’t really want to go back out again and chance being noticed. I think I’ll stay here a while. Maybe they’ll eventually work their way down here some time tonight.

  If they don’t? I’m going home in a few hours either way. She turned around to see if anyone had run up to the window.

  “It’s gone!” The window was completely gone! There was nothing there now but wall. She opened the door, forgetting for the moment the potential of attracting unwanted attention, and looked in the window. On the other side was the hand she was using to brace herself. She drew back inside the room. Bastards! It was just like the glass at the police station! And of course there weren’t any drapes she could pull across it either.

  What if you don’t want people to watch! She shut the door, studying the glass, scratching at it with a fingernail, surprised that paint didn’t come off. She felt along where she knew the edge was supposed to be, but could feel nothing at all. Was the whole wall made of the stuff, or just part of it? That brought to mind other questions and she wondered just how many public buildings had this stuff in them now. Do they install it in shopping centers to catch thieves? In the jails to keep an eye on inmates? The possibilities seemed endless. Truly horrifying as far as privacy went, which was her chief concern. I can’t have sex in a room with a window! What if somebody wanders by? They’ll attract everyone else’s attention and I’ll have a gaggle of men outside looking at me!

  She finally left the window and walked over to the touch screen.

  “Damn it Val, what am I supposed to do now?” She looked the screen over and decided, due to its obvious complexity and her own inability to comprehend even one of the symbols on the many buttons, to simply leave it alone. She sat cross-legged on the floor and waited for something to happen. Nothing did. No alien came out of any wall, or in through the door. She started to wonder if she was supposed to tell someone outside what she wanted before coming into a room, but thought better of asking, just in case it wouldn’t help. She giggled to herself,
imagining a group of men standing outside the window right now, watching her sit on the floor.

  After twenty minutes of sitting and staring at the walls she finally decided that perhaps she was supposed to type something on the key pad. It took several minutes after standing for the numbness and ensuing pain to subside, but when it had she stumbled over to the screen. She looked it over harder this time, but only one button seemed to really stand out. “Let’s see. On my DVD player, the little circle with a line through it turns it on, so….” She pressed the button, but aside from a click, nothing happened.

  Shrugging, she tried again, pressing a few more interesting looking buttons. Suddenly a voice that seemed to come from nowhere startled her. She’d already asked what it had said before she realized the sound originated somewhere inside the touch screen. “What language is that? Greek?” Instead of responding, the voice continued as before and seemed to repeat itself several times. She had pressed a dozen more buttons trying to get the language changed when at last it stopped altogether.

  Chapter Two

  Killian stared hard at the plain building before him for several moments before looking again in consternation at the card he held cradled in his hand. This is it. I think. Nori had told him to expect a normal building, but it just didn’t seem natural for it to contain such wonders, yet look so ordinary. But Nori wouldn’t lie. Not about something like this. He pushed the doubts from his mind and strode across the plaza, pausing only a moment at the door before entering.

  It took many moments for his eyes to adjust to the gloom of the interior, but when they had, he felt deflated. As was typical in a bar, there was an orgy was in progress. Bodies were everywhere, entwined, lying in clumps all around him on the padded floor. For many, the mating dance was still visible. I don’t know why I expected differently. He felt the stirring of his own mating dance, which he was quick to squelch.