by Fox, Jaide
Captured by Aliens Book Two:
ALIEN ABDUCTION
By
Jaide Fox
Copyright October 2013 by Jaide Fox
Cover art by Eliza Black, © copyright October 2013
www.jaidefoxbooks.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
CHAPTER ONE
Ebony Raines struggled to wake up, but for some reason, she could not. She was trapped in some kind of nightmare where she seemed to be lying on her back on a table, like a medical exam table, and was strapped down and could not move. She was entirely naked and bright overhead lights shone down on her--so bright that she was virtually blinded. But the room was warm and she found that she was not afraid--just very baffled as to what was happening.
Adrienne! She tried to call her sister, but her mouth wouldn’t make any noise. She felt paralyzed, though her mind screamed this was not a dream.
She sensed several people working around her and moving about the room, but she could not get a clear look at them. If she turned her head far to one side, and rolled her eyes away from the lights, she could just see one of the doctors or nurses or whatever these people were. But that could not be right--the one she saw looked like those crazy alien things that people kept insisting they saw. It looked like a small, thin gray human with a big head and huge, solid black eyes.
She was imagining this. She and Adrienne were traveling through the desert. They’d stopped to sight see at Roswell, New Mexico and all the alien paraphernalia and museums had made its way into her dreams. If she could just pinch herself, maybe she’d wake up.
Ebony couldn’t move a finger in this world.
Ebony tried to sit up, but could not. She tried to cry out for Adrienne, but even though she opened her mouth wide her scream was a silent one. Was Adrienne here? Ebony whipped her eyes left and right and thought she saw her sister, also strapped down to a table, and even thought she saw some of the other women. They were all held fast on exam tables, too.
Fear rose in her chest, making her heart beat painfully against her ribs. She began breathing rapidly through her flared nostrils, struggling for breath. She tried to scream again, but it was still no use.
There was a small motion beside her. Ebony turned her eyes and looked straight into the warped gray face and huge black eyes of one of the aliens. She tried to scream and willed her body to thrash and fight with all her strength, but nothing happened.
A touch of coldness at her arm was followed by the sting of a needle. What were they doing to them?
Slowly a feeling of warmth and relaxation spread through her, and she was content to simply rest on the table.
***
Ebony remembered little else about her contact with the gray aliens, the Nexus Lamians who’d taken her and her sister from Earth, along with dozens of other women. She’d thought it strange at the time that they’d been the only African American women on board, but when they’d seen the aliens they’d been abducted for, it made sense to her.
She’d been told they’d been inoculated against infection for their arrival in their new alien home world, and that was the reason for the exam tables, but even after months had passed, the occasional nightmare would turn up in her dreams. Sometimes she would dream of Adrienne trying to outrun the spaceship in the car rental, but they always ended the same.
She always woke back up into a real nightmare, the one she lived every day.
After what seemed like a long time, she found herself walking down a very long marble corridor in the enormous building. There were tall staircases and a grand balcony overlooking the corridor, and tall doors of dark polished wood set into the corridor every thirty or forty feet.
She wore a long, gossamer, wraparound skirt in a deep shade of red with wide gold ribbon along the edges. There was a top piece that draped over her chest with one end of it thrown over her shoulder, rather like a sari. It was all made of thin, silky fabric that was practically transparent. She was barefoot and her feet were cold.
Marching alongside her were two tall--very tall--men in what looked like tight black leather armor, with high thick boots and some type of heavy silver gun strapped to their belts. Their powerful footsteps echoed off the tall ceiling, while her bare feet simply padded along and barely registered.
She got the feeling that if she tried to make a break for it, they would instantly grab her and drag her to wherever it was they were taking her.
Finally, they reached the end of the corridor. One of the men rapped three times on the heavy wooden door with his fists, and then pushed it open. The two of them took Ebony by the arms and forced her to walk inside.
“Hey! Hey! That’s enough of that!” she cried, and wrenched away from them. To her surprise, the guards simply turned and walked out of the room. The heavy doors slammed shut behind them.
“Wait--hey! Where are you going?” She started after them, hoping she could get the doors open and catch up to them before they were gone. “Wait for me! I don’t exactly know my way around here!”
“Ebony,” said a deep male voice.
She stopped and turned around. She was alone in a spacious, dimly lit room with big luxurious cushions piled high over half of the floor. Alone, that is, except for one very tall man wearing long silk robes like some kind of Middle Eastern king. His hair was long and jet black, and had wide streaks of silver in it.
She recognized him as the man who’d she’d seen briefly before being separated from her sister in the throne room. She despised him on sight.
Ebony narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” the man said. “You are certainly the most interesting female I’ve seen in a long while.” He grinned at her, but his eyes were cold and she was not reassured. “And I’ve seen many, many females in my time.”
Ebony ran for the door and grabbed the bronze handle, but it would not budge. She glanced around but saw no other way out. The big smirking man walked over and pinned her with his weight against the door, and kept a tight hold on her arm. “I am King Kore Anadaru,” he said, “the leader of this world called Chalcydon. Welcome to my chamber. I trust you will have a pleasant time here. I can assure you that I will.”
Ebony braced herself against the door. “Look, I am no whore,” she hissed, through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to be here. You let me out of this room right now and bring me my sister!”
The man grinned at her, barely parting his lips. He reminded her of a ferret. Or a rat. “You will go back to the harem as soon as I am finished with you. And then it will be another’s turn.”
He stepped back a pace, allowing Ebony to stand up on her feet. “You are here for one reason and one reason only: To provide me with an heir.”
Ebony gaped at him, then remembered to close her mouth. “To provide you with--what?”
King Kore reached out and traced the side of her face with one hand, and then fingered her black, wavy hair. She’d had it straightened back on Earth, but they didn’t exactly have the stuff she needed to maintain her hair like she’d like here on this planet and it was beginning to curl. “So unusual,” he murmured. “So exotic. Our own women had no such dark coloring of their skin. I think I will enjoy you very much.”
She stared up at him. “Yeah, I’m starting to remember now,” she whispered. “My sister and I were kidnapped, along with some other girls. We were brought here to this place--to this other world--and we’re being kept as prisoners.”
He laughed, and raised the golden goblet he held a
s though in salute. “You are not prisoners, beautiful dark one. You are all my concubines. You are my family. You will be well cared for here.”
Ebony shook her head. “If you can’t leave, you’re a prisoner,” she said. “Doesn’t matter how nice the jail cell is.”
The king tossed the goblet aside. It clattered across the marble floor. “I did not bring you here to talk to you. I brought you here to get you with child.”
Her eyes widened. She was beginning to get a crick in her neck from staring up at him. Tall bastard. “Get me with--what?”
He walked into the room, crooking a finger at her. “Come over here to me and lie down.” He stepped over to the dark red velvet cushions and gave her a slight bow, inviting her join him.
“You can’t be serious! I will never be a baby mama for you--or for anyone--unless it’s my choice! I want to leave here right now and I want somebody, or something, to take me and my sister home!”
“You are home,” he said, striding over to her once more when she rooted to the spot. “And you will never defy me again,” he said in a low tone. He grabbed her by both arms and began forcing her over to the cushions.
Ebony tried to tear herself away from him. “What if I refuse?”
He stopped, and again gave her that sneering grin. “If you refuse, you and your sister both will be thrown from the highest tower of Auresial Palace and left to rot where you fall. You will therefore serve as a warning to any others who might think they can say no to the king and still go back to their comfortable rooms and eat my food and drink my wine and sleep on my silk sheets.”
She still held herself rigid, about to try to pull away again, when King Kore spoke once more. “Give in to me now, or I will order your sister taken from the Captain of the Guard’s bed and brought here immediately. Both of you will be taken to the highest tower of Auresial Palace. Neither of you will see the next hour.”
Ebony slowly let out her breath and straightened up. She threw off his grip from her arms and slowly walked over to the cushions.
“Good,” he said, following her. “I do hate to be delayed. I still have at least two of the other women to breed today, and throwing you and your sister off of the palace tower might make me late.”
“Two others? Today?”
“Oh, yes. I make sure to mount at least three of my concubines each and every day. I want an heir. I need an heir.”
Ebony watched him and frowned, glad for any excuse to delay him. “Well, I didn’t take much biology in school, but I do know that too much sex can actually leave a man sterile.”
“What?”
“Well, yeah. From what you say, if you’ve got one drop of live sperm left in your nuts, I’d be surprised.”
He simply stared at her, blinking.
“No, really. I wonder how you keep moving and talking and breathing, because it seems like you’re going to fuck yourself to death trying to get all of your women pregnant.”
His eyes narrowed.
“I just wonder how in the world you manage to run your little kingdom at all, since it seems to me that all you ever do is screw around. You must be relying on some chancellor or somebody to take care of business for you.”
He grabbed her wrist again. “Are you defying me again, dark one?”
“No. I think you just gave me a little hope.”
“Hope?” Again, the rat-like grin. “I hope you are all I expect you to be. Captain Zeta has told me you and your sister have fiery spirit. I welcome the challenge of bending you to my will.” He twisted her arm and forced her to her knees on the velvet cushions, facing away from him. “I have cared for you, and now you will care for me.”
Ebony realized she would do almost anything to avoid getting pregnant by this man. She was not going to be able to avoid sex with him--that much was plain--for she could not overpower someone so strong and had no way to escape. But she could avoid violence and she could avoid a child.
Women did what they had to do to survive.
The king continued to grip her arm even as he pulled his already swollen member out from under his long robes and pushed it against Ebony’s backside. He tried to push her thin gown out of the way, but she turned back around on all fours to face him.
She shut her eyes in distaste, but decided she may as well get it over with. She gripped the shaft of his member at the base with one hand and put the rest into her mouth, careful to avoid touching him with her teeth, and began sucking over and over again like there was no tomorrow.
Well, the better I do this, the sooner it will be over with, she thought. And it didn’t take long. Very soon the man was gasping with pleasure and relief, and behaving as though he’d never had a woman do this kind of thing for him before.
“How did you learn such a technique?” he said, still trying to catch his breath. “Do all such dark women as yourself know these things?”
“Google,” said Ebony, wiping her mouth and rising to her feet. “And no, it ain’t just me.”
“What?”
“Never mind.” Didn’t the other women know the right way to do this? She wondered. If they didn’t, they should. It was one of the best birth control methods she knew.
“Oh, you have pleased me very much today,” the king said. He laughed. “And this is only the beginning.”
CHAPTER TWO
The days passed, and became too many to count, and soon Ebony stopped wondering about such things as dates and months and years. She slowly came to terms with the fact that she and Adrienne and all of the other girls who’d been kidnapped by some kind of alien race and were living on another world--on another planet--in the harem of what seemed to be a very human king.
Ebony and the other captive women soon settled into their routines in the harem. They had little choice. Adrienne was the lucky one. She’d been given as a prize to the Captain of the Guard, Dezec Zeta, and on the rare occasions that she saw her sister, she seemed happy and in love.
Ebony learned that she was one of about one hundred and fifty women in the harem, all from Earth and all captured by the creepy little aliens known as the Grays, which they called them, and Nexus Lamians by everyone else. Too bad she couldn’t go back and tell everyone on Earth that those stories were true and the people reporting them weren’t crazy after all.
She noted that all the other concubines were white and had blonde or red hair. Apparently, that’s what men liked here, or else they’d never seen a black woman before, or Hispanic or Asian. She didn’t see many other people, but all of the men she’d encountered in Auresial Palace had been white with hair color ranging from silver to blond to light red and brown to almost black.
She didn’t know which was stranger: finding out that all those alien abduction stories were for real, or finding out that an outer space king was only interested in the same thing any other man she’d ever met was interested in.
Sometimes she forgot she wasn’t on Earth anymore--but she would always be forcibly reminded soon enough of where she really was.
Ebony remembered how she and Adrienne had looked so out of place on the spaceship amongst a bevy of blondes, and thought they’d just had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time when they’d seen the spaceship in the middle of the Texas desert. She’d hoped her coloring would make her less attractive to the king, since they’d never seen it before, but unfortunately that had not turned out to be the case.
If anything, their fighting spirit and unusual coloring had made them both a highly sought prize.
She could not avoid sex with King Kore, but she always tried everything she knew to stop him from knocking her up and she did her best to convince the other women to stop it from happening to them, too.
They all felt like prisoners, just as she did. It went against her nature to not help them where she could, since they all seemed to feel as lonely and as miserable as she did. The best way she could help the other women now was by explaining a few techniques to them that would help them avoid becoming
pregnant, and try to convince these girls to use them.
The simplest way was to take advantage of how the king enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his cock. Of course he did. All men did. He also enjoyed anal play, and it was enough to keep him distracted from impregnating her when she was the most susceptible. A few near misses were enough to make her willing to do almost anything to avoid that.
For that reason, one of the things she tried to convince the other women to do was get him off at least twice in one session. Three times was better. The more they could drain him, the lower his sperm count would get--and, therefore, the lower their chances were of ever becoming pregnant. It was one of their best weapons and Ebony made sure they all understood it.
Most of them were college aged and fresh out of high school. They had some experience, but it never hurt to have extra tips.