by Cara Layton
Beyond the open roof and the thatched walls, strange creatures cried and wailed as if they could sense her distress.
The two suns that lit the bog-covered planet started their march up above the horizon, though it was at a glacial pace. The purple twilight above her lingered for hours upon hours. Alice was cooled by a gentle breeze that swept through the village in the trees. It shook the thick leaves and sent many of them flying around in swirling circles. Alien men, still in the form of humans, walked around the raised, wooden paths below her hut, going about their daily work.
But not Alice.
Her feet shot out of the end of the blanket. The cool air rushing between her bare toes made her shiver through the heavy sleep. In her mind, however, it was not a blast of air that froze her feet. Instead it was a vast, endless swath of ice that she was standing on.
“Hello,” she called out to the blue-white void. The only answer came back to her as an echo of her own voice.
The naked beauty gently cupped her breasts with both hands and pressed down over her pointed nipples. Her narrow knees shook from the shivering that had taken over her body. It raced up and down through her spine with every passing gust that sped by. Small flurries of gray powder danced around like ballerinas, skating over the ice as if they had done it a thousand times before.
Then, from somewhere in the ether, the sound of something crunching down onto the powder caught her attention. At first it came from directly behind her but soon shifted to her right and then to her left, almost like a pack of circling wolves.
“Who is there?”
Not a voice, but a gurgling, slurping sound answered. It was one that Alice had heard before.
A thin tentacle slithered between her feet like a snake. When she noticed it, Alice jumped back. The slick ice below her made her legs buckle and splay in opposite directions, forcing her down onto the ground. Even then, with her ankles throbbing, she tried to scramble back as the appendage advanced.
“No,” she cried and kicked her feet, “not you again!”
“Aliccccce,” a man’s voice floated through the thick air.
The slick leading tentacle crept over the edge of her foot and began to wrap around her leg while it inched upward. Alice tried to smack it away with both hands but its suction was powerful and wouldn’t give.
Remembering her last encounter with the tentacle-laden beasts that took her away from Drios, Alice thrashed and kicked with reckless abandon.
“Let go!”
As if the thick layer of fog was parted like the Red Sea, the rest of the slithering mass appeared in front of her. The thing was comprised of a writhing bundle of arms connected to a massive blob of gray gelatin.
It took a few moments for Alice to look at the thing dead on and, when she finally did, the long-tormenting face of her lover-the man who betrayed her trust and set into motion everything that had happened-floated up through the jelly.
Senator Wilson’s face emerged, dripping with the monster’s cloudy goo. When Alice caught sight of him, all of her fear turned into unadulterated rage. She reached down and tore off the tentacle binding her leg with a sickening pop.
“You,” she screamed. “Look what you have done to me! Did you plan this all along, you sick fuck?!”
George’s disembodied head reared back and laughed, though it was nothing like any human could have mustered. Instead it was more like a cackle from a hungry hyena. The sheer volume of it made Alice slap her hands over the side of her head and wince.
“I’m going to find you,” she screamed over the din, “and I’m going to make you pay!”
The half-man, half-monster snapped its mouth shut but Alice’s ears were still ringing. He eyed her with a smoldering stare.
“And then?”
“Then,” she swallowed the lump in her throat. “Then you’re fucked.”
The Senator’s laughing scream pierced her ears again, this time even louder. The powerful blast felt like a sucker punch to the gut and made Alice double over with a grimace. She stayed there and waited for the pain to end.
It was only then that the fog began to lift.
With a jolt, the blonde beauty shot up in her bed. Her golden locks were plastered to her soft, red cheeks with a glistening layer of sweat that covered every exposed inch of her skin. The very center of her temples pounded and both hands were frozen in fists.
Alice knew for a long time, even as she went through her trials, that there would come a time when she would want revenge for the wrongs done to her. With the nightmare fresh in her mind, she slowly started to accept that it was time. As her breathing evened out and returned back to normal, the resolve only grew.
I’m not a victim anymore, she thought to herself, and I’m not going to play one.
With that, she hurried out of her bed and started down the wooden ladder that led to the raised walkways below.
Alice barreled down the paths without speaking to anyone, making a bee-line for the home of “The Captain”, as he was simply called. Her light night dress fluttered behind her like a flag. Its short hem lifted rhythmically above the passing breeze and exposed her barely-there panties. The long tendrils of hair that followed behind her were like wild snakes.
All of this was lost on the former-stripper. Her sights were set. She was ready to go.
Alice stumbled through the entry of The Captain’s suspended home, her bare feet slapping down onto the ground almost painfully hard.
“Captain,” she called out, “where are you?”
There was a bitter silence.
“Captain,” she asked again and took a step further into the room, “are you there?”
“Back here”, his voice sighed inside of Alice’s head. He threw a curtain back and motioned for her to follow him.
As she stepped into the dark room, the curtain fell back down and both of them were cast into pure darkness.
“Is something wrong?”
“Yes,” he said.
Alice could sense his distress.
“Is it because of what I plan to do? You must already know what I have been thinking about.”
That much was true. The alien men’s psychic powers were strong. The Captain struck a match and it exploded to life between his fingers. The sudden burst of light made Alice’s eyes sting and begin to water.
“I’ve tried not to listen in on you, you know.” He gently lit a candle in the corner of the room and vigorously shook the match to put it out as he continued, “But I could sense the shift in your thinking. I knew from the beginning that you would someday grow hungry for revenge, though I never thought that the need would be this strong.”
Alice didn’t respond. She suddenly felt guilty.
“If you truly want to go back and seek your vengeance,” he said without moving his lips, “you will have to earn your freedom.”
“I haven’t done enough already?”
The Captain tossed the burned match stick to the side. He took a step closer, his eyes locked on hers.
“This is different. I am going to show you.”
Alice’s heart began to palpate.
“Show me what?”
The Captain took one last stride and landed right in front of her. He reached around, grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and jerked her head back while his other hand squeezed her ass tightly.
“How to make him pay.”
Alice’s knees buckled and her slit moistened. Every inch of flesh between her thighs started tingling.
“Do you want him to suffer?”
The Captain sank his teeth into the side of her neck and forced a loud moan out from her lips. Alice closed her eyes and pressed her breasts against the Captain’s powerful chest, “Yes.”
“Good,” he growled.
The Captain reached up and tore off the thin clothes that had been made for her in one smooth action, leaving her trembling body completely naked. He then turned her around and forced her over a nearby table.
“First,” he grop
ed her bare ass, “you need to make him want it.”
His hand reared back and slammed back down onto her cheek. The force made her jump and yelp, but it was only the start.
“You have to tease him,” he said as two of his fingers slipped over the very edge of her pussy, barely grazing it. Alice pressed her hips back against his hand but was forcefully pushed up against the table once again.
“Do you want it?”
“Oh God yes,” she whimpered.
The Captain spanked her again, “Make him want it more; make him beg for it.”
Alice cried out as his hand slapped her ass again and a violent pop filled the small room. Her knees rattled and her head suddenly felt light. The desire was so powerful, so overwhelming that everything else around her melted away. When the Captain hit her again, the pleasurable waves fanned out and vibrated all of her tender bundles of nerves.
“Please,” she cried, “give it to me.”
The alien leader ran his fingers through her folds again, careful to miss her swollen clit.
“No,” his voice echoed through the fog in her head. He throttled her ass cheek one last time and cupped her hot area in the palm of his hand, “Not yet.”
After letting go of her, he walked around to the front of the table and grabbed both of her wrists, pulling them (and her) forward to the very edge of the narrow table. His clothes had been stripped off at some point, leaving his throbbing shaft exposed and erect. It stood out near her face.
The Captain pinned her arms to the table and pressed the purple head against her lips.
“Make him work for you, Alice. Make him please you.”
His thick cock slipped past her lips and immediately plunged into the very edge of her throat, but it still wasn’t enough. He leaned over and smacked her ass again, his signal for her to work harder. Alice sucked down onto his member, tightening her lips around him until they were sealed.
The Captain groaned and started to thrust his pole into her mouth. His smooth sack slapped up against her chin harder with each pass. He pressed his palms in her bare back, forcing the air out of her lungs, and relentlessly pounded into her throat. Alice could barely breathe. She gasped for air every chance that she got but still began to see white spots blurring her vision.
She thought for sure that she was going to pass out.
Before she could, the Captain pulled out of her mouth and walked back around so that he was between her spread legs.
“But whatever you do,” he said as he jerked his hand up and down over his cock, “don’t let him feel you. Don’t let him feel this.”
The Captain pushed her thighs apart and pulled her toward him by the hips. His swollen head prodded her slit before sinking in completely.
Alice cried out, “Oh fuck!”
Her cunt was spread wide as the aliens’ leader pounded his way inside of her. Loud, wet snaps filled the sticky air around them.
“He doesn’t deserve to feel you again, Alice. Make him see what he has lost.” The Captain reached his hand around and positioned two fingers around her clit in a ‘v’ shape, “Make him pay.”
Her body was pounded, forcing her to bounce up and down over the creaking table. Her long hair flew back and forth with her unbridled wails of ecstasy. Once she managed to prop herself up on her elbows, her large tits swayed like tanned pendulums, allowing her hardened nipples to barely graze the rough surface over and over.
The Captain slowly built up his speed, jerking his fingers back and forth over Alice’s bud with a raw fury that made her screams wild.
“Don’t let him,” he forced his way into her and pressed down against her swollen clit. His voice inside of her head lowered into a hiss, “Don’t let him feel this.”
At that moment, Alice’s body exploded. She bucked her small body against her alien lover with raspy cries and wails of ecstasy. The inside of her already slick channel flooded with a rush of her fluids. Each and every nerve in her body throbbed from the intense release.
Before the racing waves could finish their path through Alice’s body, the Captain forced his throbbing cock into her one last time and unleashed a torrent of his hot seed deep inside of her.
“I won’t,” Alice gasped as the sticky cum was pounded into her. “I won’t let him.”
The Captain leaned down over her, letting his lips graze the thin, glistening layer of dew that covered her neck and said softly, “Good.”
Alice had paid her debt in full. The alien men, after bidding her a sad goodbye, lulled her to sleep in a special chamber for the months-long journey ahead.
As her eyelids grew heavy and she looked out at them through the clear glass, her gaze fixed on the Captain. The last thing that she saw was the shining glimmer in his eye.
Don’t let him.
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One thousand and ninety-five days after being torn from the only life that she ever knew, Alice’s bare feet dug into a wet patch of soil near the edge of Anacostia Park. The sweet smell of freshly-trampled grass bit at the inside of her nose and rolled down into her lungs.
Alice closed her eyes and let herself fall back into the sticky ground. So much time had passed; so much had happened. How, as she lay there with her arms and feet splayed out in every direction, was she supposed to get back everything that had been lost? Where was her salvation?
After a good, long time, Alice closed her eyes and asked the most important question of all:
“Where is that son of a bitch?”
As driven as she was, the blonde mistress couldn’t help but lie there for over an hour. She watched the serene puffs of white roll through the perfectly blue sky above her. Every so often a flock of birds would flap by and disappear into the trees just beyond her view. The sights were welcome, even if their beauty made her angrier with every second that passed. She wondered about the things that she missed out on; about the people she used to know.
A lot can happen in three years.
With a high-pitched squeal that made her jump, a small child call out for her mother and prompted Alice to snap out of the emotional whirl-wind that raged inside of her head. She scrambled to her feet and took off like a bullet, running for the old streets that she used to know so well.
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Alice ran her hands through her platinum locks as she stared into the scratched gas station mirror. They had grown much longer over the years and reached down to her rounded behind. Her clothes, which were on her when she was returned, were simple: a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top.
Gripped in her hands was a pair of long, shining scissors. Alice bundled her hair up with her free hand and sighed.
“Time for a change.”
With a few quick snips, over a foot of her silky hair cascaded onto the grungy tile floor near her sneakers, leaving behind just enough to barely touch her sloping shoulders. Alice dropped the scissors into the sink and started out of the door.
It wasn’t long before she was hot on the Senator’s trail. Her cheap hotel room, paid for by money that was stashed on her body when she came to in the park, became her base camp for the next week. She used the internet to search where he was going to be and what he had been up to. From the looks of it: nothing new. Though stumbling across a blurb in the paper with the details of his DUI arrest a year earlier gave her a good chuckle.
Over that week, Alice laid as low as she could. She was like a spider waiting to spring onto its prey.
Many things crossed her mind during that time. She would rest on the flattened, hard carpet and look up at the ceiling for hours at a time, wondering if all of it had been real. Sometimes she would play back the days leading up to being sacrificed to the alien invaders and, more often than any other thing, she would imagine all of the ways that she was going to make the sorry bastard pay.
One unusually quiet Saturday afternoon, George was scheduled to speak to teamsters meeting at a ritzy downtown hotel.
An hour before he was scheduled to appear, George Wilson’s complicated
mess of keys rattled loudly as he locked the front door of his palatial estate. He gave a quick wave to the gardener and walked around to the six-car garage. From behind a thick hedge only a few feet away, Alice watched his every move.
The hair on his head was still as slick as ever, though a light spray of pepper was starting to form at his temples. Below his eyes, the beginnings of dark bags were forming like storm clouds. The navy blue, almost black suit that he wore fit a little tight around his fuller gut and made his gait awkward as he hurried toward the door right next to her.
Alice waited in silence and watched like a vulture. Her eyes never strayed from George. She noticed every small flick of the wrist and twitch in his round cheeks. She watched as he effortlessly slipped another key into the door and flung it open.
It was finally time.
Alice burst out of the bushes and rushed the aging Senator. He yelped and dropped his collection of keys just as Alice slammed the door behind them and pushed him up against the wall.
“Please,” he stuttered, “please, you can have whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me!”
Alice slipped a knife out of her pocket and wrapped it around George’s throat.
“What if all I want,” she whispered into his shaking ear, “is to hurt you?”
She could feel him swallow a lump in his throat. Even though he didn’t say it, she knew that a single word was enough to remind him of who she was and what he had done.
The two of them stayed in silence. Alice’s full breasts pressed up against his back and her sharp weapon hovered just above his windpipe.
“We are leaving, Senator.”
“If, if,” his voice cracked, “if you do this, you are in for a world of trouble.”
Alice grabbed his head and yanked it backwards, exposing his bare neck.
“They can’t hurt me as badly as you did, George. Do you understand?”
He didn’t answer, afraid that even the slightest move would force his flesh onto the serrated teeth waiting for him. Alice let go of his head and ran her hand through his hair. It felt exactly how she remembered; even smelled the same. She took a deep breath and let the familiar scent fill her with warm melancholy, though it was quickly tempered by her burning rage.