Taken by Aliens: An Erotic Sci-Fi Saga

by Cara Layton

  “Why,” she asked into his ear.

  “I didn’t have a choice.”

  The mere sound of his voice made her jaw clench.

  “Sorry, George. That’s not good enough.”

  Alice slipped the knife away from his throat just long enough to bring the heavy handle down onto his temple. The wealthy Senator crumpled down onto the floor and she slipped the knife back into the sheath that she had hidden in her waist band.

  Once she loaded him up in the trunk and bound his wrists with some old rope she found lying around, Alice only took a minute to get his town car started. After that, she turned out onto Adams Street with a smirk.

  “Not long now, Senator Wilson,” she called back to the unconscious man in her trunk, “not long at all.”

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  The golden, shining sun began to dip down below the horizon just as the Senator’s vehicle bounced down an overgrown dirt road. It had been many years since Alice and her friends, still gripped in the perpetual drama of strip club politics, ran around the area without a care in the world. And yet, every subtle twist and bump in the road was just like it was back then.

  Alice pushed the vehicle until it could go no further, its headlights illuminating a dark clearing just a short distance away. When she clicked the key to the off position, the Senator’s muffled voice came up from the trunk.

  “Calm down, George.”

  She left the keys in the ignition and stepped out, not even bothering to shut the door behind her. As she made her way to the trunk, she could hear George pounding against the roof with his bound fists.

  “Alright, alright.”

  She popped the trunk open and looked down at the startled Senator.

  “Please, Alice. Don’t do this!

  The knife made its second appearance as she demanded, “Get out and walk with me.”

  George obeyed silently.

  The two of them walked past a fallen tree and eventually stopped at the back of the cleared patch of forest.

  “Kneel down.”

  “Please,” his voice was trembling. “I didn’t want to send you, but they made me! I’ve thought about you every day since it happened.”

  His words made Alice stop fumbling with the backpack that she hid there earlier that day. She looked over to the Senator, who sat on the ground looking more pathetic than she had imagined.

  For his part, George wasn’t lying completely. He had thought of sultry Alice, though mostly he reminisced about the gentle curves of her body. Even on those rare nights when his wife would go all out with lingerie and champagne, the Senator’s mind would travel to his past exploits with his secret lover.

  Alice listened incredulously, so George decided to take things a step further. He was willing to lie a little to get out of his precarious position. After all, he was a politician.

  “Alice,” he inched toward her on his knees, “you have to believe me. I loved you.”

  Alice thumbed a cord of dingy rope and eyed him carefully.

  “Sorry George,” she dropped the bag and pointed her blade at him; “you had your chance.”

  Within minutes, she had the cowering politician bound and strung up on an overhead tree branch. There was just enough slack to allow him to keep kneeling, but not much more.

  Alice stepped back to admire her work and, since he wasn’t going anywhere, plunged her weapon into the soft ground near her feet. From the ragged backpack, she produced a long, thin whip and ran its hard tail through her fingers.

  “George, do you remember all of the things that we used to do; all of the fun that we used to have?”

  A slight glimmer of hope flashed across his eyes, “Yes, yes I do.”

  Alice walked around until she was behind him.

  “This is going to be fun, too.” She lashed the whip across his back, forcing a weak yelp out of his mouth, “Fun for me, anyway.”

  The whip cracked across the lower part of his back, forcing him to whimper and arch forward. The weapon’s powerful blows ripped into his button-down shirt, tearing away jagged flaps with every pass.

  Behind the tightening zipper of his tailored slacks, George’s thick cock began to rise up. Every sharp snap made it harden until it was as solid as a block of concrete. He needed more; needed to remember how she felt.

  Alice moved the whip down after each blow, eventually coming to his ass. From there, the beating was relentless. After every smack, Alice would find her free hand slowly creeping down into the tight shorts that she wore. Seeing the previously untouchable Senator squirm made her delicate parts tingle and twitch.

  By the time that her roaming hand cupped around her soft mound, her slave’s clothes were ripped to shreds and hung off of him like a mummy.

  With a flick of the wrist, Alice flung the whip into the forest surrounding them and kneeled down behind the Senator. She slipped her hands over his shoulders and onto his chest.

  “Tell me, George,” she rubbed her palms over his small, erect nipples, “do you remember how good it felt?”

  Her hands explored his somewhat familiar body.

  “Y-yes.

  Alice tore his shirt off and pushed the ragged scraps of fabric up to his wrists. Underneath it, his hot skin almost sizzled beneath her touch.

  “You used to make me your bitch.”

  “Mmmm, yeah.”

  Alice grabbed his head and forced it back while her other hand jammed below his belt and immediately gripped his erect member. She rested her lips on the outer folds of his ear and whispered, “You’re my bitch now.”

  George didn’t say a word. Instead, Alice let go of his cock and stood up. In one, quick motion, she pulled her shorts and panties off, leaving the lower half of her body completely naked. After that, her top went, too.

  Now completely naked, she walked around and stood with her wet pussy hovering just over the Senator’s face.

  “Now lick me.”

  George raised his chin and buried his face into her slit. His tongue worked back and forth over Alice’s throbbing nub with amazing precision, eliciting a powerful moan from between her lips. She rocked her hips over him in a frenzied, almost greedy fashion.

  “Oh fuck yes,” she cried.

  The Senator wrapped his lips around her bud and suckled. Alice threw her head back and massaged her own breasts, stopping only to tease out her pointed nipples. The position of power made her head swim with possibilities. Every tiny hitch and bump was magnified, making her feel like the Earth its self was trembling beneath her feet.

  She could feel herself already starting to slip over the edge.

  “Oh no,” she said to nobody in particular, “not yet.”

  Alice climbed off of the Senator and took a few steps back, allowing the rising tide of release to go back down. When it did, she grabbed the backpack and reached her hand in.

  “Are you going to beat me again?”

  Alice looked over to him. His chin and cheeks glistened in the car’s yellow headlights. Down below, the zipper of his slacks had been pushed outward like a tent over his raging erection.

  “Do you want me to?”

  “Yes,” he begged, “do it again!”

  Alice walked over and stood with her mound just an inch from George’s lips. She looked down at him for a while, the backpack still clenched in her left hand. When she finally did speak, her tone reflected every ounce of anger that had been seething below the surface during the three years that had passed.

  “No.” She rocked her mound against his chin but didn’t let him actually touch the damp folds just below it, “You get nothing.”

  From the bottom of her bag came a long, purple dildo attached to several pieces of leather: a strap-on. The Senator stared up at her with wide eyes.

  “You aren’t going to-“

  Alice reached down and slapped the bound politician hard enough to make his face slam up against the inside of her thigh.

  “Don’t worry, George. This isn’t for you.”

  With
a few quick movements, Alice strapped the obscene toy onto him so that the base of the rubber cock sat just above his own. As she wrapped the last strap around his waist, she jerked her hand away, forcing the metal loop down so hard that it bit into George’s skin. He swallowed hard but didn’t squeal.

  That just made Alice more angry.

  When she was finished, Alice grabbed onto the purple shaft and guided the tip to her entrance, crouching down as she did so. The slick member slid into her and she began to bounce her body up and down over it.

  “See George.” She said between moans and thrusts, “Do you see what you’ve given up?”

  “Yes, yes. Oh God I-“

  Alice continued to ride the fake dick. She reached down to her open area and began to circle her finger tips around her clit. Her eyes never left the Senator’s. The pleading in them made her feel so good; she was drunk with power.

  Ever closer, she bore down onto the strap-on with increasing speed until she reached the very edge of what she could handle. Then, as quickly as everything had changed before, the tense sensation building in her gut snapped, unleashing wave after wave of pleasurable echoes that raced through her body at break-neck speeds. She screamed out to the darkened sky above and rode out every last one.

  When she was finished, Alice rose up from the rubber cock. Her breaths were short and shallow, but it was nothing compared to the pitiful, begging sight before her.

  Then, from somewhere beyond the tree line, a bright burst of light illuminated the small patch of forest where they were. Alice looked up with one hand shielding her eyes. Above her, the alien ship belonging to the tentacle monsters was hovering and flashing.

  The mere sight of it made Alice’s stomach turn.

  She screamed up at the ship and balled her fists, “How did you find me?!”

  Suddenly, the Captain’s voice rang out in her head, “Alice, those creatures implanted you with a tracking device. You need to get away.”

  The still-naked beauty looked over to her sexual pawn and then looked back up at the ship. She was done running; done playing a part that was never meant for her in the first place.

  “Him,” she pointed to Senator Wilson. “He will take my place.”

  George thrashed under the ropes binding his wrists, “No, no! You can’t-“

  Alice turned to him with a seething look of contempt. When she spoke, she had to yell over the alien ship’s roaring engines.

  “I can, George. You have fucked me for the last time!”

  Her shortened hair whipped around her face, along with a flurry of fallen leaves. From above, the powerful, white beam that took her once before fixed its self over the protesting Senator. Then, in a flash that knocked Alice back onto her naked ass, George and the ship were gone.

  All that was left behind was a piece of frayed, swinging rope.

  Alice stood up, turned around and sank back down onto her knees. She whispered to the sky above her, “Thank you, Captain.”

  For the first time in three years, she felt true release. Justice had been served and, after everything that she had endured, the taste was sweeter than all the candy on Earth. There was no more pain, no more wondering.

  She was free.

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