Twist (A BDSM & Romantic Erotica Boxed Set)

by Tara Crescent

  Dad died when I was nine. Mom tried to keep us together, but it was tough. My brother was always sick from the foul air – many people were – and Mom couldn't afford the medication to help him breathe easier. In desperation she turned to one of the numerous gangs that pretty much ruled our city, begging for help, and they looked her over and agreed to give her what she needed, for a price.

  No, not that kind of price. Get your mind out of the gutter. Mom was an accountant. She was a genius with numbers. They took her in to "keep their books" and in exchange for each day of work she took home one day's worth of medication for my brother. Incredibly, he got better and better. He was able to cut down on the medication, and after about a year, he had weaned himself off it. Mom could quit, right?

  No. She made the mistake of telling them, very respectfully, that she was grateful for the help they'd provided, but since he did not need the medication any longer, she was quitting. And on her way home they killed her.

  Soon after that, my brother, now a young man, felt his destiny lay in the direction of a rival gang. He took all the meager food from our apartment, left me a note, and disappeared. That was three years ago. Since then I had survived doing odd jobs, working a while here and there.

  So you see, there was no one, save a few friends who didn't really care, to lament my sudden disappearance.

  Anyhow, after I walked through the next door, I was subjected to a whole new round of examination of the more conventional kind. I was measured, my eyes and ears were tested, and I received at least five more injections of who knows what. At last they were done and I'd been issued a white gown of some kind and still no other women had walked through the door. Apparently I'd been picked really early in the screening process. They finally left me alone and I sat down to look at them for the first time.

  Well, the females, at least. I'd seen enough of the males for a while. The females were taller and broader than even our men were, though I saw some who were almost our size, and some who were as big as their males. They had various skin colors as well – some dark, some less dark; none as light as most of us were. And those funny colored eyes.

  I'd been staring at the females so intently that I think it unnerved them. One of them came over to me, spoke something unintelligible, and pointed to another room. It turned out to be an exam room with a padded table. She pushed me in and closed the door. I sat there, bored, listening to the sounds of the other room getting crowded, probably with more candidates at last. Eventually I got sleepy and since the table was decently soft I lay down. I’d been up since dawn yesterday waiting in the line at the recruitment center and I was terribly tired.

  Visions of large males ran through my head. What would it be like to have sex with one of them? If that dildo was real, they were almost twice as big as the men of my planet, who were admittedly not all that beefy in general from years and years of food rationing. I began to fade away…

  Suddenly the door banged open and the alien with the strange eyes filled the entrance. Without a word he stepped in and shut the door behind him. He had a look in his eyes that was almost predatory – hungry – and it frightened me. I scooted as far up on the table as I could go, my back against the wall, and very conscious that the white gown I was wearing hid nothing from his gaze. He moved towards me and paused at the end of the bed.

  "Leina," he growled. That was the only word he said as he reached out. My knees had been pulled up under my chin, and with agonizing slowness, he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs straight. He continued to pull with a gentle firmness that sent the message clearly that he was taking charge, but only if I didn't protest. I didn't protest. Now my ass was being pulled forward and I threw my arms out to each side to steady myself as he dragged me closer to the end of the table. He stopped the pulling, holding my legs with one hand while the other reached towards me and nudged my chest backwards until I lay flat on the table. The pull finally stopped when my butt was at the edge of the bed, just like it had been out in the other room, but here there were no stirrups for my feet.

  I didn't need stirrups for what he had in mind. With his gaze fixed intently on my face, he lifted my legs up and apart. He'd seen all of my "bits” already, but somehow, this time, it was a whole different level of intimate. His arms slid under my calves and his hands rested on the edge of the table, pinning my legs between his body and the table. He grinned as my eyes widened with the realization of what he was about to do, and sure enough, he bent his head down to place a soft kiss on the damp skin between my legs.

  I gasped as the whole area flooded with arousal.

  He continued to kiss the skin lightly, murmuring words in his language that sure sounded nice. Then, with another glance up at my wide eyes, he swept his tongue between the folds, bottom to top, right over my clit. I screeched. He frowned and his eyes flicked towards the closed door. I understood. I bit my lip and nodded. He repeated the motion and this time I held my cry inside as the pleasure swept over me. I felt his tongue seek the entrance to my core; the sensation of his tongue probing further down than any boyfriend had reluctantly tried to reach before almost sent me over the edge. But not quite. What did it was when he took my clit between his teeth and worried it. This time I could not hold in the scream as I pitched over the edge of the orgasm and shuddered down the other side and the door behind us banged open to reveal the shocked stare of a medical worker…

  My eyes flew open. I was gasping. My hand was between my legs, the fingers wet with my juices. I looked around frantically for the alien but the room was empty. All I saw was a sprawl of papers across the floor.

  They must have been placed next to me while I was sleeping, been knocked off by my, um, writhing, and as they hit the floor the bang inserted itself into an otherwise really great dream.

  A dream. Dammit, why are the best experiences of my life always in my dreams?

  Whatever, I sighed. What interested me now was the lack of noise beyond the door. Curious, I slipped off the table and peeked out into the room. It was empty. I muttered an expletive that would have for sure gotten my bottom spakked.

  "Hello?" My voice echoed in the empty room. I padded over to the door that led back to the big hall we'd been examined in. With relief I saw people. Well, not exactly people. It was a couple of the aliens with their back to me, arguing about something.

  "Hello?" Their heads flew up. One of them broke off from the group and came to me almost at a run. It was the alien I'd just dreamed about. I felt my face color bright red. He muttered something that this time sounded like an expletive in his language.

  "Why are you here?" he demanded.

  "Don't get mad at me! Someone put me in a room and I fell asleep 'cause I was bored and now everyone is gone! Where is everyone?"

  "They are on the ship. You are late." He grabbed my arm and hauled me in a different direction. Then he stopped.

  "Where are your papers?"

  "What papers?"

  "The papers you signed about what you will do!"

  "I didn’t get any papers! I've been in that little room the whole time!"

  He stared at me. "Stay here." He ran back to the smaller room, emerging a moment later with the thick packet of papers and a loose light blue dress. He thrust them at me and grabbed my arm again to resume his haul.

  We stumbled down a long corridor, went up an elevator, then down another hall, and came to a large door. He pressed a few glowing buttons and the door pulled up and we were over the threshold and into someplace that had metal walls and pipes and a loud thrumming noise.

  Holy crap! I'm on the ship! I didn't have time to admire the decor as he resumed the drag down another hall. Eventually we turned the corner and I literally ran into the chest of a large hairy male. Well, they were all hairy. Anyhow, he said something to "my" alien, and the two of them started arguing.

  Why was everyone always arguing over me?

  "My" alien turned and disappeared and the other hairy male now took his opportunity to drag me until
we got to another door. It opened and this time I finally saw who was coming with me.

  There were about fifty women, all dressed in the same loose blue dress as me, and most of them looking miserable and tear-stained. Considering that they had all just said goodbye to their families for the rest of their lives, I understood. As much as I missed my mother, I was glad she wasn't out there with the other families, crying her heart out.

  The room was large with small sleeping alcoves lining the sides. In the middle were tables with long benches. I assumed this was to be our accommodation for the long trip, though I had no idea how long it would be.

  I wasn't begrudging the weeping and wailing that was going on, but I didn't exactly feel like participating, so I found an unoccupied corner of a table. I slipped the dress over my head – it was pretty shapeless and went to my knees – and wiggled off the white exam gown that was underneath. I guess underwear and shoes were optional where we were going. Then I sat down to read what I'd missed. I didn't have a chance to look at anything before a loud buzz startled us all and a voice came out of the walls, announcing something we didn't understand.

  A moment later the whole ship began vibrating. There was a feeling of enormous power all around us and I realized we were taking off. The weeping and wailing began anew. Me? I was kind of sad that I couldn't take a last look at the place that had been home my whole life, but that was pretty much it.

  I started to look at the packet again. I sighed as I realized this wasn't going to be easy. I can read, but there's something funny about my brain and sometimes words look different to me than they do to everyone else. Sometimes a word looks like a color. Sometimes the letters are all mixed up and I have no idea what I'm looking at.

  Anyhow, I picked up enough of the beginning of the packet to find out that I could never come back to my home. Yeah, well, I kinda figured that. Then there was the part about a month of studying their language, and something else I wasn't sure about that might have been the word 'discipline', then a year in space sleep before we arrived. The language part worried me – I needed to learn it, obviously, but I'm a verbal learner. It wasn't going to be easy if we had to learn from written stuff.

  The next part was more interesting. I would be expected to give birth to at least three children, all of them female thanks to an injection I'd already received (that explained one of the injections – but not the five others). They could be alien babies, planted inside me to carry to term and then returned to the biological parents, or I might have male something-or–other put inside to create a baby. The translation was a bit dicey, but I think the word was supposed to be ‘sperm’. That baby would be hybrid, and I could raise that baby with the mate who had purchased me during the auction at the end of the Tour.

  Purchased me??

  I began reading it again, struggling with my own issues and the crappy translation. Yes, a sale of females. I was going to be auctioned to the highest bidder to bear his children.

  I closed my eyes and let my head fall to the table.

  Chapter 5 – A Choice

  I took a few minutes to collect my thoughts. Did I really think we'd be allowed to settle in and pick a mate at our leisure? These aliens meant business, and I'm sure we would all be pregnant pretty continuously for the next three years at least. I did cheer up when I realized that in order to have healthy babies, they had to keep us healthy, so were probably physically safe. After we were done? Well, that was a good question that I hoped someone had asked.

  I sat up to continue reading. The next section was titled "The Tour." It started out with a recap of the ugly highlights between our two races. There was a lengthy list of atrocities that we had committed against them, the most egregious being the one that had resulted in me being on this ship.

  I had to take a break because my head was hurting. I was catching most of the common words, and fortunately the translation was overly simple, but the effort was exhausting.

  "You okay?" A voice startled me. I looked up to see a petite woman. Like most of my people, she had pale yellow-brown hair and almost translucent skin. I say petite because she was a good deal smaller than me and I wondered how she would carry one of their children.

  "Yeah. Pretty much. I just got to this part and I had to stop for a minute." It was reflex to not admit my struggle in front of anyone else. Not knowing how to read was excused in society; having learning problems was a sign of weakness. "I didn’t get to see these papers until just now.”

  "You didn’t? So you don't know any of this?”

  I shook my head.

  "Wow. Well, when we had the meeting and they got to this part, almost everyone got up and walked out. They had a much smaller group to pick from after that. I guess we were all the most desperate." She smiled wanly.

  “But if a lot of women heard about all this and then left, how come no one on the planet knows about it?”

  “The aliens make the memories of the last few hours fade away for all the women that left.”

  That explained a lot – and showed their level of technology to be even higher than I thought it was. But I needed to read this next part that had freaked everyone out so badly. "Hey – um, what's your name? I'm Leina."

  "Adelen." We took each other's hand for a moment.

  "If you don't mind, Adelen, I need to read this and make sure I understand it all." I had a bad feeling about it.

  She smiled and wandered away.

  I resumed my struggle. The first time through, I was sure I had read things really wrong. I had to read it three or four times to make sure I wasn't missing out on the words that would make this all okay. In the end, though, I finally understood what I was headed for. If I had known this earlier, like before we left the planet, I might just have been one of the women who got up and walked out.

  Final Agreement on the Importation of Females to Bear Children

  This is the final agreement of the United Regions concerning the importation, treatment, and disposition of female aliens brought to our planet to bear children.

  Whereas the facts of their atrocities are not in doubt;

  Whereas our people find themselves in desperate need of what only our enemies can supply;

  Whereas these females must be kept safe from harm while they carry our children;

  Whereas the anger of our people against these females as representatives of their people is great and their safety is in jeopardy if that anger has no outlet;

  We have arranged for the following Penitence Tour:

  1. Upon arrival, each group of females, consisting of no more than ten in each group, will travel to one city in each of the ten regions, arriving approximately every five days.

  2. Each woman will receive a public punishment of a corporal manner in each city, the exact manner to be chosen by popular vote of the citizens.

  4. The physical effects of the punishment will last no longer than five days so that the female is adequately recovered to be received in the next city. Breaking the skin is forbidden. Marks that remain on the skin after five days that are not the result of cuts or bleeding are permitted.

  5. Each region pledges that once that female has been punished for the actions of her race she is safe from further harm, and that any physical assault upon her will be treated the same as an assault on our women, punishable up to and including execution. Assault upon a woman carrying a child that results in the loss of that child is also punishable up to and including execution.

  By the time I finished reading this I felt like throwing up. And then my anger rose up, threatening to spill over into rash action. At that moment the door opened and an alien male rolled in a cart that held something that rose steamy and fragrant to our noses, and it dawned on me that it had been a very long time since I'd eaten. But I had bigger issues and as soon as he had unloaded the cart and its contents I turned on him.

  "How dare you! I had no idea what you fuckers had planned and I never got to choose before you dragged me on board! I am not here willingly
and I will not participate in whatever sick things you have planned! I want this ship turned around now!" I knew that last demand was pure wishful thinking, but I had to say it anyway.

  He was a small male, and I am a tall woman, so we almost saw eye-to-eye. I think he considered trying to tackle and restrain me, but then thought better of the idea and fled out the door. I tried to follow him but it was locked. Of course.

  The other women were looking at me with wide eyes. One gathered the courage to speak.

  "How can you be here against your will? They gave us so many chances to leave!"

  I flopped down on a bench and gave a brief explanation of the events. When I was done, I worked up the courage to ask, "So what else did I miss being informed about?"

  "You heard about the Penitence Tour, right?"

  "Oh, yeah. Just got done reading about that one."

  "And the auction?"

  I nodded.

  "You know that if you get pregnant by any of the males while on the Tour you get to leave it early? And you become his mate."

  "No, that's a new one. So the males can screw us whenever they want?"

  She nodded. "They have to have permission from you. But it's part of the compensation they get for making a two-year round-trip journey and then staying with us for the Tour."

  "And you're okay with that?" I asked in disbelief.

  "It's your choice – they can't force themselves on you. They were clear about that. They can test us the day after it happens to see if we got pregnant or not, and we get to leave immediately as their mate if we are. I'm not thrilled with the idea, but I'm off our filthy, used up planet, and it's worth it, to me. Ten punishments, some screwing around with male aliens with some amazing dicks, and then settling down to have a real family with a real future? I can do it."

  She had a point.

  But so did I, and when the door behind us opened I jumped up and turned around, ready to let loose a string of colorful suggestions. The words died in my throat as I saw the object of my embarrassing fantasy walk in.