by Aubrey Cara
Shit. I writhe on the floor, gasping for breath.
The pungent scent of my own urine greets me before I feel any of the telltale signs. I’ve pissed myself. My pants are soaked through with it, but I don’t care. When I can breathe, I get up, my legs like rubber.
My entire body fights me, but I do it again.
The third time, I smell my hair burning as I pass out.
~*~*~
Groggy, I come to, stumbling down a passageway with the aid of a half-naked man. Every step sends a jolt of pain spiking up my legs. The floor is metal and cold under my socked feet. The man assisting me is well-defined, bald, and blue.
A beautiful, irradiant blue-green color.
On. His. Skin.
I squint, my mind reeling, but it’s still there. Still that color. Licking my finger, I rub it over his skin, trying to take off the paint or dye. Only then does he gaze down at me.
Well, shit.
His eyes are pure black slanted orbs and not human. Not human at all. His nose is almost flat with nothing but slits for nostrils. He’s a foot taller than me, wearing silk-like flowy pants but no shirt. Now that I’m really looking, he has no nipples.
Shit, shit, shit, shit. I’m not nearly lucid enough to process this right now. If it weren’t for his bruising grip on my arm, I would be back to thinking I was dreaming.
A door in the passageway swishes open and I’m pulled through, scrambling to keep up. The room has a sterile smell much like a hospital. There’s a strange table in the middle of the room, but I instinctively know what it is.
An exam table.
Fear punches through me. All groggy disorientation disappears. The aches and pains fade back. In fact, I’ve never been more alert in my life. Adrenaline grips me. Time to freak-the-eff-out is upon me. I push at my captor, fighting for the first time. I’m weak, my body sore from my foray with the electric wall, but I have panic on my side. Making me strong.
Just not strong enough.
More blue hands yank at my clothes, stripping me. Screaming and kicking in helpless frustration, the last of my modesty is torn away. Naked, I’m unceremoniously shoved into an opening the size of a small closet. I don’t have time to wonder where I am before the wall seals shut.
I’m boxed in. Confined.
Screaming, I bang on the wall as a fine astringent smelling mist covers me from head to toe. I close my eyes, momentarily blinded. It fills my mouth and nose. Spitting and coughing, I struggle for breath. The mist burns my skin. Terror grips me. I pound on the walls.
Another mist covers me. This one is oilier and soothes my aching skin. It has a pleasant fresh scent but does nothing to calm me. I’m blasted with air all around me, so intense I can’t breathe to scream.
Panting, I scrub at my face when it abruptly stops. “Let me out!” Blinking open my eyes, I’m blinded by bright lights. An opening appears.
Two bare-chested blue men grab me. Their cruel hands yank me out of the booth. I stumble and pull at their hold. The examination table has been contorted in the middle to make a sex pillow like wedge. It’s made of four segments. The front two slope up, and the third is straight down, making an angle. The last segment is flat.
I struggle with all my might, but they still easily maneuver me facedown on the cold surface, my naked ass in the air. I fight in earnest as my thighs are wrenched into an open position. Restraints tighten over my thighs, calves, and wrists.
Pure terror rips from my throat, ringing in my ears. Tears of frustration and fear leak down to my hairline. I’m a sobbing, screaming mess. Immobile, I squirm, but it’s no use. The bindings are padded, but solid enough not to allow any kind of movement.
From the corner of my eye, I see a new figure enter the room. He has such grace he appears to be floating. The satiny kimono-like robes he wears match his blue-green skin tone, but are interlaced with gold patterns.
Unlike the man who brought me here, his eyes are a startling glowing green. He also has hair. Oily ink-black hair starts at the top of his head and flows down to his lower back, knotted in segments to make a long tail.
Although mesmerizing, his face is devoid of emotion as he glides towards me.
My body tenses; my stomach twists in a sick knot. A tremor races through me. From shock or terror, I don’t know.
“So this is the new human female we have acquired?” he asks, running a boney hand down my flank. I flinch, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
It’s only when one of the men who brought me in answers him that I notice their chiming voices. Or their language, more likely. They’re not speaking English, yet I understand their words perfectly.
Standing at my head, he asks, “Can you understand me, human?”
Shaking, I can’t will my vocal cords to work. I blink at him as more tears leak from my eyes.
Giving a command that does not translate, the robed man holds out his hand. He takes a thin tube and holds it to my arm.
After a pinprick, the raw fear I’ve been inundated with begins to recede. A languid sensation sweeps through me.
He’s drugged me.
Even as my racing heart calms, a small voice in the back of my head reminds me I should be freaking out.
My thoughts scatter. The voices around me waft in a thick fog. My body starts to prickle uncomfortably, and I want to squirm. The drugs they gave me are making me aroused. Feeling my body heat, I start crying in earnest.
It’s long moments before the robed man is back in front of me. “I see she is decontaminated. That is good. Open your mouth, human.” His voice is hypnotic.
Without thought, I sniffle, opening my mouth.
“Excellent. The translator does work,” he says as he runs his fingers along my teeth.
I’m outside of myself as he holds my mouth open with a thumb on my tongue and fingers under my chin.
He turns my head this way and that, shining a penlight down my throat. He leans close during inspection. His unnatural scent is darkly seductive and sends awareness to my naked bits. My nipples tighten, and I whimper as my body reacts to him.
“She is responding to the pheromones. Make a note of it.” Standing up, he dispassionately looks me over. “Bring her to an orthostatic position.”
The men release me, but I’m still bound. The restraints aren’t connected to the table. They’re electromagnetic or something. They stand me up, arms over my head, legs kicked out farther than shoulder width. With a click, the restraints lock up in the air at the position they put me in.
A telltale slickness on my thighs makes me cringe. I hate that they’ve drugged me, but it’s allowed the blind panic to ebb. My mind is still sluggish, my body’s reaction a betrayal.
“How long‘ ‘‘ave I been here? What d’you want with me?” My words come out sounding drunken and it’s a struggle to keep my head up.
The robed man’s lips pull up in a slight sickly smile, but he says nothing. He yanks at my pubic hair, a distasteful expression on his face. “Alter the follicle cavities over her sheath and body with proper sensory receptors that will block any pathogens.” He studies me for a moment. “Do this on all the females. We do not want them falling susceptible to illness.”
His thin hands roam down to my hips and back up to my breasts, pinching my nipples tightly. I squeal and jerk at my restraints, wanting to bat his cruel hands away even as my sex clenches.
He pulls something out of his pocket. A thin flat leather strip with a handle, no longer than his hand. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he slaps my face with it. I gasp. More tears sting my eyes, this time from shock and pain. My cheek throbs.
“Behave, human.” His voice is calm but authoritative.
Despite the sedative, anger burns in my chest. My mouth tightens in a mutinous line.
His air of disinterest cracks. Now he’s clearly annoyed. “Your defiance is showing, human.”
In my head, I scream I don’t give a shit. But self-preservation prevails. I turn my gaze away from his, my body trembling
once again. A fever has swept through me, filling me with a hollow ache between my legs, my head heavy.
“I am Prince Kaihan of the Zapex,” he says casually, as if this were a regular meeting at any doctor’s office. “I have been studying the males of your species for quite a while. You, female, will go down in history as the first of your kind to be successfully bred with our Monrok.” His eyes flare triumphantly.
That’s why he gave me the drugs that are making my body betray me. I’m about to be impregnated by aliens. But what kind of aliens? What did he say? Moonrocks? Munrooks? What?
I’m not a lab experiment, I want to scream. I’m a human…and that means nothing here.
He pulls out two black nubs then suctions one onto my right nipple. Lightning shoots through me. My breast throbs.
“We are hopeful these will help stimulate early milk production.”
I glance down at a little black capsule no bigger than a thimble clamped onto my nipple. Every few seconds it’s like a spark of electric current zaps through, painfully awakening every nerve ending in my body. He attaches the other nub to my left nipple.
I whimper again, not even trying to hold back my reaction. My breasts swell and throb.
A flush spreads through my belly and shoots down to my clit. Horrifyingly, wet heat leaks out of me.
“Please, no,” I whimper. “Let me go.” I fight, yanking my arms and trying to kick my legs with no use.
“You will be still,” he commands. He whips out the slapper thingy, striking with lightning speed, this time twice as hard.
Stars dance before my eyes. Every muscle in my body freezes in shock, my cheek throbbing once again.
Satisfied with my obedience, he stands back and cocks his head. “Interesting,” he says like he can tell what’s happening to my body. “Place her back in position.”
My cuffs, while still attached, are disengaged.
I try to break free from their hold. I’m not sure where I’d go. It’s clear now I must be on a spaceship of some kind. It doesn’t matter. They efficiently place me in the vulnerable exposed position once again. I cry out as my over-sensitized breasts are smashed down under my own weight.
Glancing over my shoulder I see the bastard is putting on rubber like gloves and being handed something I don’t recognize at first. Then I realize it’s a speculum. My stomach drops.
Standing at my hip he places a large hand at the small of my back. Making a sshhing sound like I’m a farm animal he doesn’t want to startle, he breaches my vaginal entrance with the cold clamp. The sensations from the nodes on my nipples have made me humiliatingly wet and ease his way.
When it’s seated, he clicks it open, uncomfortably stretching me.
Tears slide down my face at the invasion. Whimpering, I try to fidget away from him, despite the bonds holding me. His free hand snaps down on my ass with stinging force.
Despite my discomfort, my sex clenches at his strike. My face flames as I leak new arousal. His touch is as clinical as my gynecologist’s, but my body reacts like it’s anything but. Something scrapes deep inside me, and my lower abdomen cramps. He’s taking samples.
I cringe at the sloppy sound my sex makes as he removes the clamp only to shove his unforgiving fingers back inside me. He pulls them out then pushes them back in. “Interesting.”
He pumps his fingers in and out. I grit my teeth and hide my face with shame. Arousal is leaking from my core at his ministration.
“Summon the Monrok. The female is ready to mate.”
Snapping off his glove, he stands near my head and pats my hair, like I’m a good pet.
It’s too much. Snarling I twist my head, biting down as hard as I can.
He yells, and his face shades with rage. This time, when he hits me, it’s with his fist.
Pain explodes in my face. My ears ring. But a gleam of satisfaction unfurls inside me. His hand now carries my teeth marks.
“Filthy feral human. You will learn defiance will not be tolerated. Bring me the whip.” He snarls the last over his shoulder.
The word he uses for whip is different, but the translation rings through my head.
My stomach cramps in a sick knot. Regret grips me. What have I done?
When one of his big blue helpers produces what appears to be an electric cat-o’-nine, I begin to shake. The tassels are a glowing purple. The sound radiating from it is just like the shimmer wall of the room I woke up in.
“No, no. No whip. I’m sorry. I’ll be good.” My voice rises in panic. “I promise I’ll be good! I promise!”
The prince’s sneer as he takes the whip chills me to the bone.
My pleads turn to shrieks as the whip lands with screaming force, lighting me with agonizing electric current. Again and again.
I flinch at the whirling sound the whip makes right before it strikes. Burns. Scorches like flames. I have no arousal from this pain. Only agony.
Every muscles locks.
Cries rip from my throat.
It doesn’t stop.
Has my skin torn open?
I can’t stay here. Not in this body. My mind shuts down as I escape the pain.
A white haze fills my vision before all goes black.
~*~*~
There is no such thing as time as I drift in a place where nothing can touch me. I have no idea how long I’m out. Blue men tend me. Smear creams over me that numb my skin. Give me injections that take my pain but leave me needy.
A hollow ache has settled between my thighs once again, but this time my mind is muddled. I try to swim to the surface of my consciousness only to be sucked back under to drift in deep waters. I’m hazily aware of men moving around the room. Standing over me. Petting me.
Like a gentle tide, their voices wash over me, masculine and deep.
Wet heat laps at my core. Circles my clit. I gasp in air, moaning at their touch. I want to ask for more. Beg for more. It’s not enough. A fever of want is raging inside me. But the fog that grips me pulls me back down.
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