by Sara Fields
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
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Abducted
By
Sara Fields
Copyright © 2018 by Stormy Night Publications and Sara Fields
Copyright © 2018 by Stormy Night Publications and Sara Fields
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Fields, Sara
Abducted
Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson
Images by Dreamstime/Anatol Misnikou
This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Chapter One
Mya
My name is Mya Wilder.
I’m a human. And I’m about to be matched to an alien, whether I like it or not.
Fate, they called it. Destiny that I and my sister ended up here at the Celestial Mates Dating Agency.
They said we were saved, that now we’d find our happily ever after since we’d escaped the confines of Earth. I didn’t dare get my hopes up. Why did I deserve wedded bliss, when so many before me had lost it all? I’d seen too much death and sadness to hope for a happy ending of my own.
It was at times like these that I thought of my family, my friends.
Everything had changed.
I sighed, squeezing my nose with two fingers, a headache brewing between my eyes. I tried to listen to the lecturer up front, but I had trouble focusing. Instead, I found myself caught up in memories of the past.
Ten years ago, my mother had torn my sister and me away from Earth. That’s when the Vakarrans came. We’d lost our home. Our livelihood. Everything gone.
The Vakarrans were known far and wide as ruthless invaders. They were conquerors. They took what they wanted, when they wanted. Their strength and technological prowess destroyed the entirety of the human empire in an impossibly short amount of time.
No longer were humans at the top of the food chain.
The Vakarrans were.
They were our predators and we were the prey.
We were lucky. We had money. My family was able to get away before the aliens came for Earth. Before they claimed the men as their slaves. Before they took the fertile females for breeders. Before they started looking for us.
Our escape had been in place for weeks before the aliens came. We said goodbye to friends, family, and our home. Everything was seemingly going according to plan.
Then, my entire world had fallen apart.
I hadn’t known about my father’s illness. None of us had.
He’d been dead within a week. Terminal. Glioblastoma. The diagnosis had been quick and his prognosis extremely grim. Too far developed for any sort of medical technology to be of help. They’d given him only days to live.
It had come out of nowhere.
There had been no time to grieve. His death had occurred on the day before our trip, and it suddenly became only me, my sister, and my mother. We became our own sisterhood. We survived together.
We were able to get out before the Vakarrans arrived on Earth. Days after we left, they attacked. The invasion was swift, brutal, and utterly decisive. The entire thing was publicized on the space-wide news station. Reporters sent satellite drones in to video the carnage.
Earth hadn’t stood a chance.
The Vakarrans were a strange race. They were exclusively male. Their species did not biologically conceive females, so they needed to find, conquer, and enslave compatible races in order to fulfill their need for genetically compatible females.
Money had been our escape. The Celestial Mates Dating Agency had been our salvation.
After we’d arrived, my mother had been quickly matched and sent away. Biological scans indicated that she still had a few fertile years left, so she’d risen to the top of the match list out of immediate necessity. I hadn’t seen or heard from her since.
I was next on the match list. I’d turned twenty-one last year, but there had been others that had to be matched before me. I’m not sure how they decided on the match order, but I’d been in no rush to be sent away to some alien planet I didn’t understand, so I never asked. Now that it was my turn, I waited nervously, knowing that any day could be my last here at the dating agency.
My sister Lea, though, was more than excited enough for the two of us. She was young when the Vakarran invasion happened and I had tried my best to keep her from watching the news reports of the violence and death. I kept her sheltered because that’s what older sisters did. It was my duty. She still believed in hope, love, and fated mates, unlike me.
I didn’t believe in any of that. But I didn’t stop her from hoping for her happy ever after either.
Right now, they had me sitting in a lecture discussing all the merits of their match system; how they use brain scans, DNA analysis, in combination with assessments of daily behavior in order to match us to an alien somewhere in space that’s our perfect one and only love. It all sounded like complete and utter bullshit to me.
The woman up front was rattling off about something involving the computer and how it processed genetic, epigenetic, and environmental behaviors in order to best make a match, but I was hardly listening. I didn’t really care how it happened. All I knew was that their system was running all my data right now.
I’d know who my match was in less than twenty-four hours.
At least, that’s what my wrist com told me. Absentmindedly, I brushed my finger over the metal wristband on my right arm and the holo screen visible only to me popped up before my eyes. In the upper left-hand corner was a countdown, indicating when the computer would be finished calculating my match.
I licked my lips.
I wondered what he’d be like.
If he’d be cruel. Loving. Tame. Boring.
That is, if I’d even match at all.
I wondered if maybe I’d be the first female in history at the dating agency to fail the match process. Become a crazy cat lady or something. That was what they said about old unwedded spinsters, right?
The woman lecturing up front continued to drone on.
My sister would be put in the matching pool soon, but it would probably be some time before they ended up matching her. They’d take the time to scan her and assess her over time. They liked to have a lot of data before they attempted the match process. The people who ran the dating agency claimed that was one of the reasons that their success rate was so high. Ninety-nine-point nine percent, they said.
I couldn’t help but think about that small, zero-point-one percent. Who were those women? What happened when their match didn’t work out? Did they match again? Did they get sent off somewhere to live a life of loneliness?
The pessimist inside of me assumed I’d end up like one of them.
I crossed my legs and sat back, pretending like I was paying attention to the lecture when I was just watching the clock on my personal screen. Five more minutes and then I’d be free to use the rest of the day for whatever I wanted. Usually, our days were
pretty structured with various courses and electives, but today I was given more free time than usual.
The dating agency believed that the women they match should be intelligent and well-rounded, meaning we had to learn the material ourselves rather than just using the search function of our coms or data uploads to our brain microchips. It was a total pain in the ass, but it kept me busy at least. Kept my mind off my future alien husband.
One of the courses I’d elected to take was self-defense. I’d learned to fight with a knife, a gun, a hydrogen-powered revolver, as well as my own body. I mastered everything because I knew how important it was for me to remain strong, to own the rights to my own body even though I was about to be matched to some random alien that was probably going to be bigger, stronger, and more powerful than me. Supposedly.
I’d take care of myself. I’d fight. No matter what it took.
Finally, the clock beeped once, a low monotone sound that indicated that it was time for lunch. The woman up front nodded once and disappeared, one of the many holograms they used to teach the more basic lectures. My stomach growled excitedly, and I licked my lips.
I got up and walked out of the room. Lea bounced out of the door across the hall and grinned when she saw me.
“So, are you nervous?” she questioned excitedly.
“No, I really just want it to be over with,” I responded.
“I’m going to miss you,” she whispered forlornly, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” I chided. “Once you get your own match, you’ll forget about me.”
“I’ll never forget you,” she replied with a pout.
“Don’t forget our coms. They work all over space and I’ll get your messages there. Wherever we end up, we’ll always have that. Pen pals for life,” I grinned.
Her lips drew back up into a smile.
“You’re right,” she said, her eyes crinkling at the corners with her joy. She studied me for a long moment, searching in my gaze for something I couldn’t quite identify.
I looked away, afraid she would see my hesitancy. Walking down the hall, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the cafeteria.
“Come on. I’m hungry. I think they had pizza on the menu for today and you know that’s one of my favorites,” I exclaimed, hoping to distract her from whatever she was thinking.
She took the bait.
“I love pizza! I hope they have jalapeños and pepperoni on it this time!”
I just shook my head.
Ever the optimist, that Lea.
Chapter Two
Mya
The rest of the day passed quickly. My sister and I were given leave to enjoy the time together and we watched old movies and played some games together using the agency’s total immersion virtual reality gaming system. Together, we defeated the evil lord and rescued the princess from the enemy. The entire afternoon was fantastic, and I almost forgot that I was being sent away to somewhere unknown the following day.
We stayed up late into the night, wondering if my alien match would have horns, if he’d be ten feet tall, if he’d be blue or red or purple or even green. The two of us both shuddered at the mention of tentacles.
“Ewwww,” Lea shouted at the top of her lungs and we descended into a fit of giggles. Moments later, an automated noise detection system powered on, and a robotic computerized voice scolded us for our behavior and we laughed even harder. A quiet lavender mist spray floated down from the vent in the ceiling and we both sighed, soothed by the aromatic scent.
My lids grew heavy and I realized there was probably some sort of sleeping medication in the mist; the two of us grew quiet. I fell asleep a very short time later.
When we woke in the morning, I felt fully rested and rejuvenated.
I climbed out of bed and approached the automated food delivery teleporter. Using the touch screen, I ordered a cup of black tea for myself and a sweetened coffee for Lea. The machine whirred to life and within ten seconds, two steaming cups showed up in the teleportation window. I opened the glass and took both back to the coffee table in front of our small loveseat.
“Come and get it,” I said softly while my sister groaned. She rubbed her eyes and looked over at me.
“Only a few more hours,” she whispered sadly, climbing out of bed and moving slowly toward me. She lifted the cup of coffee from the table and sat down beside me.
“Have they given you any data yet?” she asked.
I passed my finger over my wristband, looking at the counter that now only showed ninety minutes. I realized it was later than I thought and that the two of us had missed breakfast. It was Saturday though, and the rules were a little different on weekends, plus the two of us were on special leave for a little bit longer.
Until I matched, anyway.
I knew they’d call me soon, for processing.
Last-minute examinations, treatments, my translator implantation. The works. I chewed my lip and stared down at my tea nervously. Was I ready for this? Did I want this to happen?
Lea placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed gently.
“It’ll be fine. You’ll see,” she whispered softly, almost as if she understood how anxious I was feeling then.
My screen flashed before my eyes as I sipped my tea.
It was time to go. I turned and looked at Lea, feeling my skin run cold.
My sister kissed me on the cheek.
“It’ll be just fine. Trust in the process,” she whispered.
I forced a smile on my face and squeezed her hands in mine.
“I love you,” I whispered, straining to keep tears from falling. I loved my sister. She’d been my world for the past ten years. My only friend and confidant. And now we were being forced apart. I’d known this was coming though. I should have been more prepared for it, but what could I have done differently? How can you prepare for that kind of loss?
“I’ll come visit when I can,” she whispered. I hoped she was right. I hoped we’d be able to see one another after everything. After I matched. And after she matched.
“Let’s go. I’ll walk you there,” she added.
She took my arm in hers and led me down the hallway to my fate.
Lea led me down halls and corridors I’d known for what felt like a lifetime, but it was all a blur. I didn’t keep track of right or left turns, just focused on putting one foot in front of the other. In what felt like a snap of the fingers, we were standing at the entrance to the medical wing.
My countdown clock now said sixty minutes. I knew how the process worked. How once I was matched, I’d be sent off in a spaceship to the planet I’d been matched to, where my alien husband would be there to fetch me.
I bit my lip. I wonder if they’d let me go into cryopreservation until I arrived wherever I was going. I tried to control my panic.
My sister squeezed my hand.
“Remember, Mya, we’re the lucky ones,” she whispered. “Billions would kill for this opportunity. Make the best of it, okay? Promise me?”
Her words broke me from my dark thoughts. Her blue eyes, bright and hopeful, stared into mine. I pulled back my shoulders and took a deep breath, putting on the strongest face I could muster. It actually made me feel better too.
I could do this. She was right.
“I’ll miss you, Lea. Love you,” I responded, pulling her into a tight hug. Her fingers held me tight, digging into my skin, but I didn’t care.
“Love you too, sis. See you soon,” she replied, trying to sound happy, but her voice shook with unshed tears just like mine.
“Yeah, see you soon,” I said, releasing her.
There were attendants waiting for me inside the medical wing. I turned toward them and they led the way. I looked back and waved at Lea and she grinned at me, waving goodbye herself.
Once I was inside, someone took me off into a small room with what looked like a hundred different medical devices. I was strapped to a gurney and they took scans
of my head and of my body, all things I’ve had done before, so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. One of the attending doctors took a hold of my right ear and held a small device over top of it.
I shut my eyes as I felt a spray numb my ear. Small robotic arms moved against my skin and before I knew it, the language implant had been inserted deep in my ear cavity, where it would root and connect directly with the nerves of my brain. With it, I’d understand any language that I’d ever encounter, no matter where I ended up.
Finally, after being poked and prodded for a bit longer, including being completely lasered free of body hair, my skin treated for brightness and softness, and my hair deeply and permanently conditioned, it was all over.
It was time to see my match.
I was brought to another room with a huge screen, where only a few seconds were left on the counter. I watched it nervously, fidgeting with my fingers against the anxiety in my belly. The countdown seemed to last forever.
Three.
Two.
One.
“Match Process Complete.”
The monotone computerized female voice was soothing, and the monitor went black for a long moment before a red screen with the words ‘match results’ in white came up.
I’d been matched to a Drugan.
What? Really?
I blinked.
I’d heard that name before somewhere. That was some sort of dragon shifter alien species. They were humanoid in nature, with the ability to shift into dragons at will. But last I knew, they’d been invaded by the very same aliens Earth had, the Vakarrans, some twenty years ago or so. I didn’t think they’d recovered enough to be part of the Celestial Mates matching pool yet, but maybe I’d been wrong.
The attendants surrounding me began to whisper but I tried to ignore it.
A picture of him popped up on the right. His skin was the color of a ripe cherry and he had to pointed horns coming out of either side of his head, like a bull’s. His eyes were dark, his irises a gloomy gray. His gaze was intense and consuming, powerful. Just like the devil’s.