FreeForm: An Alien Invasion Romance Series (FreeForm Series Book 1)

by Orrin Jason Bradford

  Pat pulled back a little from him, a look of mock horror on her face. "Whatever did you have in mind, sir?"

  "Well, the idea came to me while I was waiting to get on the plane. Everywhere I looked, all the men were wearing ties. I thought that strange for a Sunday afternoon, but then I started thinking about all the old ties I have in my closet. Well, one thing led to another and I remembered this old x-rated movie I saw several years ago while I was in college. This guy used his old ties to tie this luscious blonde to his bed."

  Allan reached into his coat and pulled out a paper bag. "I stopped on the way in at a second-hand store and made a minor purchase."

  "You didn't!" Pat said as she grabbed the bag out of his hand and pulled out a handful of men's ties. "Silk. You don't go second class with your bondage, do you?"

  "Well, I figure it might be a one time deal. Might as well go all out. What do you say? You interested in a little fun?"

  Pat draped a couple of the ties around her neck and slid back in Allan's arms. "I don't know. I might be talked into it,” she said as she gave him a long slow kiss.

  The phone rang, interrupting the moment.

  "Who could that be?" Allan asked as Pat walked over to pick it up.

  "I don't know. Probably Dawn checking to see that you got here all right."

  Pat picked up the phone with a friendly, "Hello."

  She listened to the familiar male voice on the other end of the phone. The identical voice that had just asked, "Who could that be?"

  "I just got into the D.C. airport. I'm coming right to the hotel. I just wanted to hear your voice and be sure you were okay,” Allan said on the other end of the phone.

  What was going on here? Who was this on the phone? It couldn't be Allan. Allan was here in her room only a few feet away. Or was he? 5:15. It had been early, earlier than she'd expected him to be able to get to the hotel. She glanced at the clock radio. 5:40. Yes, it made more sense for him to be at the airport. Pat stifled a shudder that threatened to run the entire length of her body. Who was this man who wanted to tie her up? Allan was a fun loving guy, but the suggestion had been out of character for him.

  "Hello. Are you okay?” The voice asked on the other end.

  "Yes, everything is fine. Allan arrived just a few minutes ago. He's a little tired right now and can't talk. I'll tell him you called, Dawn,” Pat replied.

  There was a pause on the other end. "Pat, hang in there. I'll be right there."

  "That's fine. I'll be sure to take real good care of him." She winked at Allan's impersonator. She hung up the phone and took a deep breath before turning back to her guest.

  "Well, what are you doing with your clothes still on?" She asked with a laugh.

  The man smiled as he reached down and unfastened his belt. "We're going to have a lot of fun."

  Pat strolled over to him and ran her hand along his chest. "We sure are," she replied. "I have only one request."

  "What's that?" Allan's look-a-like asked as he removed his shirt.

  "Ladies first, I want to tie you up and make mad passionate love to you first. Then you can do the same with me. Fair?"

  He hesitated for only a moment. "If you like. Sure. We can do it that way. Whatever you say."

  Pat stroked his bare chest with her fingernails, noticing as she did the subtle differences in his physique. Would she have noticed without the phone call? It was hard to say. "I promise you an experience you won't soon forget."

  Allan ran through the airport like a man possessed, expecting at any moment to be hailed by one of the airport authorities, but evidently berserk men dashing through the crowd was a common occurrence. He was fortunate to find an empty cab as soon as he exited the automatic doors leading to the outside.

  As he slipped into the back seat, he tossed a fifty-dollar bill through the small hole in the Plexiglas partition separating him from the driver. "I'll match that with another one if you get me to the Marque in thirty minutes or less."

  The black man grabbed the bill, glanced at it a moment to be sure it was real, glanced at the nut that had leaped into his cab and smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

  "It's impossible, man. It's at least a forty minute drive, but we'll sure as hell go for the record." He slammed the car in gear and tore a layer of rubber off his tires as he pulled away from the curb.

  "I thought I'd make a donation to your tie collection with a couple pairs of nylon stockings." Pat said as she tossed a handful of them on the night table next to the bag of ties.

  “You’re really planning to tie me up tight, aren't you?"

  "That's the idea, isn't it? What good is bondage if you know you can get right out of it?" Pat said with a little too much edge. She pushed him down on the bed. "Relax, this is going to be fun,” she said more softly. "For the next little while you are going to be my love slave. You'll have to do everything I tell you and let me do all the naughty things I've wanted to do with you."

  "I think I can stand it,” the man said. "Aren't you going to take your robe off? Fair is fair. If I'm going to be naked ..."

  "Who's giving the orders here?" Pat said in a mocking voice. "Your turn will come in a little bit. Now, shut-up and behave yourself. I'm the master here." She pushed him all the way down on the bed until his head rested on the pillow, then straddled his chest with her long legs.

  "Close your eyes. Pretend you've been drugged or something. Maybe you've had too much to drink and passed out. I want you to be completely helpless for the next couple of minutes."

  The impostor obliged, shutting his eyes and relaxing his entire body. Pat picked up his right hand and quickly knotted a tie around his wrist, leaving plenty of fabric for the bedpost. She repeated the exercise with the other hand and both ankles. With his eyes still shut, she pulled each extremity out to the corner of the bed, stretching him out in spread-eagle fashion. When all four corners were firmly attached, she slid off the bed for a moment.

  "No peeking,” she said as his eyelids fluttered. "You're still out cold until I tell you otherwise. She then grabbed the handful of stockings and tied two of them together. She repeated this with a second pair. She then tied both sets around his neck and attached them to either side of the bedpost.

  "That's kind of tight,” he said, although he kept his eyes closed.

  It's supposed to be, you jerk, Pat thought but didn't say. "If it's too tight, I'll loosen it in a moment. I just want to be sure you have the full sensation of being helpless. I've read that is what makes this kind of sex so stimulating."

  He must be one of Homlin's goons, she figured. In which case, Allan was probably not the only shape it could mutate into. She wasn't sure she'd be able to keep him bound if he started changing shapes, but she had to try.

  With the last knot finally tied, she stepped away from the bed to study her handiwork. The alien was stretched across the bed in a large X, the center of the X accentuated by his taunt manhood, which pointed to the ceiling. She had half a mind to tie it to one of the bedposts or better yet, cut it off and..." Never mind, she thought. It's time to finish the job.

  "In a moment, I want you to wake up, not yet. In a moment. When you do, I want you to try to stretch, like you're really waking up and take a big yawn. Then you'll notice that you can't move and panic a little. Only then, do I want you to open your eyes. Got it?"

  "Man, you're really getting into this."

  You can say that again, Pat thought as she balled the last nylon in her hand.

  “Okay, begin to stretch, yawn big, and then open your eyes."

  The man did just as he was told and at the peak of his yawn, Pat jammed the stocking deep into his mouth. He immediately tried to cough it out and gagged. His eyes flew open, a look of stark panic on his face. He mumbled something unintelligible and began to struggle against his bonds, but quickly realized he was choking himself when he did.

  "Who the fuck are you?" Pat asked, as she slipped a tie around his mouth to hold the stocking in place. "Never mind.
I know you can't answer me and it's not important.

  "You're not taking my planet. That's all there is to it. We won't let you. Not if I have anything to say about it and obviously I still do."

  The man glared at her with eyes filled with hate and fear. He mumbled something else, straining so hard against his ropes it looked like he might burst a blood vessel.

  Then he suddenly stopped struggling and tried another strategy. As Pat watched, he began to change shapes but Pat had been expecting it, and was prepared. She threw a glass of cold water in his face to momentarily distract him.

  "Oh no you don't! I like you just the way you are."

  He shook his head to clear the water out of his eyes, glared back at her for a second, and began the metamorphosis again.

  Pat picked up the heavy lamp sitting on the nightstand with both hands. Lifting it over her head, she brought it down with a crushing blow on the left side of his skull.

  "Lights out,” she said as the light bulb blew and the alien sunk into deep unconsciousness.

  Franklin's Discovery

  Monday, Dec. 6

  Julian was just nodding off when the cab screeched up to the entrance of the Marque. Before the cab had come to a full stop, the back door flew open and out stepped Allan Pritchard.

  "Oh shit,” muttered Julian as he grabbed the mobile phone and quickly dialed Homlin's number. Homlin answered on the second ring but already Allan had ducked into the hotel. Julian quickly explained what had happened.

  "Son-of-a..." Homlin started then stopped in mid-sentence. “Okay, listen closely. I can't afford to risk losing both of you. Alex will have to handle those two on his own. The worst that could happen is they get away from him and show up tomorrow, in which case we'll handle them along with the other two doctors. I'm sure Alex will have no trouble taking care of both of them. Get yourself back to your hotel and wait for my call."

  Julian broke the connection and set the phone down in the seat next to him. He started the car engine with a sigh of relief. Finally, he'd be able to go back and get a good night's sleep. He wondered if he should somehow try to warn Alex but then decided Homlin was right. It was too risky. Besides, Homlin was boss. If he said go back to the hotel, who was he to question the orders? He pulled the car away from the curb. Alex might be angry for being left, but he wouldn't be able to say anything. It was Homlin's orders.

  Homlin rested the phone in its cradle. He hated being so short handed. Would Alex be okay? It was a calculated risk. He had hoped to have Vogt and Pritchard out of the picture before tomorrow morning's meeting, but it might not be possible. It's getting tight, Homlin thought. At the very worst, Vogt and Pritchard might show up at the meeting and try to convince the panel members to reconsider. Homlin smiled as he pictured the scene. Well, let them come. He would make sure they received a warm welcome.

  Allan was surprised to find Pat's door partially ajar, kept open by the metal bar used for additional security at night. He tried peering through the crack and listening for voices but could see and hear nothing. He finally pushed the door open an inch at a time.

  "Come on in, honey. Everything is under control.”

  Pat's calm words were the most reassuring sound he thought he'd ever heard. He pushed the door all the way open and walked in. His eyes fell immediately on the naked figure spread eagle on the bed. At first glance, it looked like his twin but on closer inspection, he noticed that the figure was different -- less sharp and distorted.

  "He tried to change shape, probably to his true form, but I changed his mind for him." Pat walked out of the bathroom and straight into Allan's arms. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. "I'm so glad to see you. I don't think I've ever been so frightened. Not since that night on the spaceship, anyway. Sit down while I finish packing. We're getting out of here."

  As she packed, Pat related what had happened since the phone call. Allan sat in the chair next to the bed, glancing first to Pat and then to the form lying tied to the bed. His anger bubbled as Pat told her story. By the time she finished, he was filled with emotion — hate for the alien that had impersonated him, pride and awe for the woman he loved.

  "You're something else,” he said when she finished the story. He shook his head. "You really are some kind of woman. I would never have had the nerve to try what you did. What if he had caught on?"

  "Not very likely; his hormones were running so rampant I think he would have done just about anything I asked him if it meant getting a chance at me. I just managed to use what was driving him to my advantage." She closed the suitcase she'd been tossing clothes in and snapped it shut.

  "Now what?" Allan asked.

  "Well, we've got to get out of here, that's for sure. No telling how many others of these monsters are around."

  "What about him?" Allan said nodding towards the bed.

  "I've got an old friend in town. We used to work together at B.I.U.F.O. I’d like for the two of them to meet. I gave him a call just before you arrived. He wasn't home, but I left a message on his machine. If I know my friend, he won't be able to resist. We're not waiting around to find out. Where are your bags?" Pat asked as she picked hers off the bed.

  Allan's face flushed. "Back at the airport. They never crossed my mind once I heard your voice on the phone."

  "Well, that pretty much answers where we're going from here. Keep your eyes open on the way out. There's a very real chance we might be followed." Pat walked over to the nightstand next to the bed and laid a folded piece of paper on it.

  "What's that?" Allan asked.

  "A note introducing my friend to Romeo here. I don't want him to be unprepared." Pat glanced at her watch.

  "All we have to do is hang low for another fourteen hours and be sure we're at that meeting tomorrow morning. I still haven't figured out exactly what we're going to do to unmask Homlin but one way or the other, we're going to stop him at that meeting tomorrow. I don't care if I have to take an Ouzzie with me and mow the whole lot of them down."

  "You're kidding, of course." Allan shut the door to the room, being sure to leave the metal bar in place.

  "I'm dead serious." Pat replied.

  Oliver cut off the answering machine and rewound the tape, erasing the message as he did so.

  "Any messages?" His wife, Ellen, asked as she came into the room, her hands still full with packages from their shopping trip. Sunday afternoons had always been her favorite time to shop for the family. Oliver hated it but obliged her. She had to put up with a lot more from him. It was the least he could do.

  “No, nothing,” Oliver answered, distracted by the flurry of thoughts and memories the brief message had stirred up. "I need to go out for a while."

  "Well, okay, but I was hoping to have dinner a little early tonight. The kids are coming over later."

  "Start without me." Oliver pulled his jacket back on. "I may be a while."

  The familiar look of concern appeared on his wife's face. "Where are you going?"

  He walked over to where she was standing and hugged her. "I've got some unfinished business that needs my attention. An old friend needs me. I'll explain later."

  Oliver walked into his office. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk. He pulled it open and removed the revolver. It had been years since he'd fired it, but he had made a point of cleaning it on a regular basis. He had never known why. Now, he knew. It was a strange weapon to take on a deer hunt but then, it was a most unusual deer he was hunting.

  Oliver found the room exactly as it had been described on the message. The door propped open with the security bolt and a lone naked figure tied securely to the bed. A bizarre scene for most people, but Oliver took it all in stride. In the twenty years he'd been with B.I.U.F.O. he'd adapted to going with the flow, no matter how strange.

  Oliver walked over to the still form and checked its pulse. Still alive. He breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't walking in on a murder case. He sat down in
the chair next to the bed. Now what? He glanced around the room and his eyes fell on the note on the bed stand. He suddenly felt as though he was on a treasure hunt. Each message giving him another clue without any clear answer of what he was looking for.

  He recognized the neat handwriting despite the ten years it had been since he'd last seen it. He read the note through three times. Ten years. She'd been on the hunt all this time. It was hard to believe. Why had Pat dragged him back into it after all these years? Who was this unconscious person tied so securely to the bed? The note had been emphatic about one thing. The naked man was extremely dangerous and should be kept securely tied no matter what. Oliver decided to heed Pat's warning. He sat back in the chair and waited for the man to come to. Despite the long day, his nerves were too much on edge for him to worry about falling asleep. He patted the revolver nestled in its shoulder holster. Strange, it felt like a long lost friend coming home.

  It felt good to relax after the many hours of shopping. He bet they'd walked five miles through the three different malls they'd visited. Next time he would stay in the car. He could usually persuade Ellen to let him do that about every third trip. As he settled in to wait, his tired muscles began to unknot. It was good to sit down. Very good indeed.

  Oliver's eyelids slowly fell to half-mast then three quarter. Within five minutes he was asleep.

  Oliver awoke with a start. His unfocused eyes fell on the thrashing form in front of him. What the hell? He squinted his eyes and pressed his fists into them to clear his vision. It wasn't possible what he was seeing. The bound man was changing shapes in front of his eyes. He struggled against his ropes, tossing his head from side to side despite the tight nylons encircling his neck. His thrashing shook the bed.