Invasion Bundle #4: Rough Alien BDSM Read online

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  Invasion #10

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  @claudiabalvenie

  claudiabalvenie.com

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  Copyright 2015

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  All characters are above the age of 18

  CHAPTER 1

  I groggily came to consciousness.

  My lips were dry. I let my tongue wet them, feeling them cracking. I was having trouble focusing my eyes. Everything was blurred and cloudy. Sleep was pulling me back in, its embrace promising warmth and contentment. But I knew instinctively I couldn't sleep yet. There was something I had to do. What was it?

  I struggled to lift my heavy eyelids. I could just see the wall across from me, but it didn't make sense. It was organic, with moss and roots running down it's length. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? My room wasn't green. Nothing on my ship was green. Where was I?

  I tried to lift my hand to rub the sleep from my eyes, only to find it was unwilling to respond to my commands. Ice shot down my veins. I tried the other arm, and it too would not do as I asked.

  Fear will wake you faster than most any alarm clock. I jerked my head to the side, dizzily looking down the length of my arm to where my wrist was bound in a metal cuff. My eyes widened. Was I a prisoner? What the Hell was going on?

  I jerked again at the cuff, but I couldn't raise my arm. I couldn't even feel it. My entire body was numb and slow to respond. I yanked my head to the other side, seeing that my left wrist was bound the same as the right. The cuff was of a thick metal, holding both arms out as far as they could from my body. The bindings glowed with some odd inner light.

  I tried to raise my head, to see the rest of my body. It took some effort, but I was able to fight enough to see down my length. Another thick metal bar had been placed across my stomach, from underneath my breasts to my waist. Further down two more of the glowing green restraints were strapped across my thighs, and two more bound my ankles.

  Had something happened to me? The bindings appeared medical. It reminded me of how one would restrain someone who might be a danger to themselves back home. But we were far from Earth.

  Still I couldn't shake the feeling that this was some sort of hospital. Despite the strange walls, (which flowed into the ceiling, I'd noticed) the bed and straps were clean, crisp and white. Above me a mixture of instruments hung, shiny and metallic, with vines interwoven. I was amazed that the area could seem both antiseptic as well as organic.

  “Captain?” A tinny voice sounded from deep inside my ear. At least my communicator still worked. I shook my head again, the only part of my body I could control. “Captain, your vitals have changed. Are you well?”

  My clouded eyes scanned the room. Unless someone stood behind me, I was alone. I had heard no movement and felt no air pressure change. My communicator required me to speak vocally, it could not read my thoughts. I had to risk speaking.

  “Can't move...” I said, my voice hoarse.

  “Yes, Captain, the aliens said that would happen. It should be temporary.”

  “Aliens?” I asked, my incredulous voice tripping over the word.

  We were one of many scouting ships that the Alliance had sent out seven years ago. Once humanity had worked out the kinks and we could live indefinitely aboard our starships, it had only been a matter of deciding who was willing to go. After all, a deep space mission was littered with unknowns, even if you were capable of living long enough to get back to earth. It wasn't something a person accepted lightly.

  I'd known my whole life I'd wanted to be an explorer. It was my misfortune that everything upon Earth had already been discovered, mapped, and had a fast food place. So I'd turned my attention to beyond, studying hard and ultimately being accepted to the Alliance's star fleet. I was the youngest captain to be given command of one of the scouting vessels, not to mention the only female. It was a matter of pride.

  Of course, being the captain to initiate First Contact would be even more impressive. My mind was suddenly filled with the books I would write, the interviews I'd give, the parades that would be thrown in my honor. But all of that would come later. First, I needed more information.

  “T....Todd?” I asked when my second in command did not answer my question. I was frightened that something had happened to him. “Where am I?”

  I could hear him take a deep breath. “You are on board the alien ship.”

  Well, that wasn't in protocol. “W... why?” I asked, trying my arms again. I was nothing if not tenacious.

  He cursed under his breath. “The creatures had said short term memory loss was possible. Well, first things first. You are not a prisoner.”

  I heard a chortle escape my lips at that. He couldn't see me. “Tied up...” I said, again having to wet my lips and force the words from my throat.

  “Yes, that too they told us they would have to do. Strictly precautionary though. We can teleport you back at any moment, Captain.” He said, reluctance coloring his words.

  “Then... why?” No matter what he said, I was still tied up aboard what might be an enemy vessel. I needed information, and I needed it fast.

  “You asked for it, Ma'am.” He cleared his throat. “You commanded us to let them take you. While we can bring you back, it would be a...” he searched for the words again. “It would be a bad idea.”

  “Why...?” I asked again. I was getting tired of this. Todd knew what I needed to know, but he kept hesitating. I already had issues trusting my second in command. He was an able commander, but he had on more than one occasion questioned my decisions in front of others. After a stern talk, he seemed to have learned his place. After all, this deep in space you weren't dismissed from your position without also being dismissed from the airlock. Tends to make a person obey their superiors.

  In front of me the green, mossy wall began to part, revealing a hidden door. I was brought back to the matter at hand, Todd possibly stealing my ship would have to wait. I strained to keep my head up, my eyes scanning the darkness for a hint of what I was up against.

  When I first saw the alien lifeform entering the room, I knew I was going to have to apologize on the internet. I'd been arguing against the idiots who claimed they'd been abducted since I was old enough to spell coherent sentences. And yet, there they were in front of me.

  The first creature who'd entered was taller than I, but I felt certain he weighed less. His body was thin and lithe, with huge delicate fingers atop long winding arms. But it was the head that frightened me so. His eyes were overly large compared to his tiny mouth and non-existent nose. He tucked his hands into a white lab coat.

  A white lab coat? Why would an alien lifeform, this far from earth, be versed in our latest medical fashion? That was almost as disappointing as finding out that these creatures were actually abducting humans. I don't know what I expected, but this certainly was not it.

  “Ah, you're awake, Captain.” He said simply. Of course he spoke English. Sure, why not? Nothing else made any sense. I really needed those missing memories back.

  “Who are you? Why am I tied up?” I growled. OK, this wasn't on the list of approved first contact responses either.

  “Oh, your people and mine go way back, Captain. We've always been there, watching you.” He leaned over to tap upon the binding on my wrist, causing it to glow even stronger. “You might call us your guardian angels.”

  Well, that was creepy. Still, it explained a lot.
“So you're the folks who've been abducting humans?” I asked, my voice still hoarse with lack of use.

  He laughed then. It was a strange sound, not quite the way that a human would laugh, but clearly he was amused by my statement. I could feel the sound echo around the organic room in a way that none of his other words had.

  “Abduction would assume we did not return your people. We always have.” He picked up a clear tablet and began to move those strange digits across it. As he touched, his fingertips lit up. “And we take care of any disturbing memories when we finish.”

  I tried again to sit up, no luck. “Well, lots of people remember. A lot. So your memory removal isn't working.”

  Something close to a brow furrow crossed his strange countenance. He moved to a second screen, touching it and concentrating.

  “That's strange. We had calculated that only a .005 percent would retain their experiences. That was well within the normal 'ignormal parameters.'”

  “'Ignormal parameters?'” I prompted.

  The doctor seemed distracted, then turned back to me. “Ah, yes. A humanism. If you heard them speak about their experiences, because they were so rare, you would simply ignore them? I think you call it a 'crackpot.'”

  I opened my mouth to protest, and closed it. He was right. Even I had thought those people insane.

  “Well, it's time to release me now,” I said, with calmness I didn't really feel.

  “Release you?” Again a chuckle escaped the creatures lips. “You seemed so adamant for this to happen. You practically begged us to take you.”

  Again I was speechless. What the Hell was he talking about?

  The creature moved towards me, reaching out with those strange digits, and for the first time touching my skin. The glowing fingertips just barely brushed my cheek, running downwards, towards my neck. It was almost... erotic?

  “You don't remember, do you?” He asked, his voice lowering. There was something dark there, hovering behind those massive, strange eyes. What was it? What had I promised to do?

  I shook my head. I hated to admit weakness, but I needed to know. Unlike my useless second-in-command, these creatures might offer answers.

  “This encounter will be considered first contact for your kind, or so you have negotiated.”

  “But your people have been upon my planet before...” I began.

  “Irrelevant. This is for the media on both of our planets. Formalities, if you will. After all, every culture scouts the other before declaring they are newly friends. Still, as is custom when two cultures meet, there will be an exchange of gifts.” He leaned forward, his deep, otherworldly voice barely above my ear. “And you desperately need the prize we offer.”

  I chuckled myself then. “What could you possibly have that we could need?”

  He turned that tiny mouth into a grin and pulled back. He crossed his long hands over his chest, a very human gesture. “An engine.”

  Todd's voice piped up from the communicator, deep in my ears so they couldn't overhear. It aggravated me that he'd been listening to this whole conversation without helping. He was letting me fly blind.

  “He's right, Captain. We are floating dead out here. If his people hadn't found us...” he trailed off. I couldn't ask him anything without betraying the fact that I still had communication. It was my ace in the hole. It was my way out if anything got too hairy.

  “So your people make it a habit of helping species in need?” I asked

  “Oh my, we are not so altruistic, my dear.” I frowned. I did not approve of his informal means of address. “You have something that we want, we have something that you want. We propose a bargain.”

  I was growing concerned over where this was going. “What prize, exactly, are you after?”

  “Your womb.”

  CHAPTER 2

  When I, like any child who wished to go to space, imagined my first meeting with an alien race I expected a communication barrier. Perhaps we would spend time learning each other's languages and culture. Certainly we would exchange ideas and technology. I did not, however, expect to be bargaining away my womb.

  “You're insane.” I said, an instinctive reaction.

  “Why, Captain, is it so ludicrous of an idea?”

  “Is this why I'm tied up on this bed like a mental patient?”

  He frowned, or at least, he made a face that I interpreted to be a frown. “No, that is due to the medicine we must give you to adjust to our atmosphere. Some of your kind react violently. We simply did not wish you to hurt yourself.”

  “Why can't I move?”

  “For the same reason. You should begin to regain control of your limbs shortly, and if not I will happily administer a neuro stimulator.”

  I was struggling for more questions. But he was right, I was already beginning to feel my fingertips. I only hoped it would spread to the rest of my body soon.

  “Captain,” Todd began. “You did this to save us all. It was the price they demanded for the engine. Because of what you are doing, the entire crew will make it back home. All three hundred souls.”

  I closed my eyes. Todd was silent for a long moment, before continuing. “There were other women willing, but you said you would not ask another to do what you were unwilling to do yourself. But if you wish, I will teleport you back. We will find another way.”

  He knew I wouldn't go back. Dammit, Todd. I couldn't help but feel this was some elaborate scheme to take my ship, to command my crew. Captain can't be followed, she's too full of a litter of alien babies! He'd blame any anger of mine on hormones. I'd show that bastard. Guess who'd be getting the accolade when we got home? Some two bit second? Or the Captain who was willing to bring the first hybrid child into existence.

  “What will this do to me?” I asked the doctor, although we both knew I was going to do it. “How much pain am I looking at?”

  “We are offering nothing that your body cannot handle. Remember, we have studied your species for years.”

  “But how can we procreate at all? This seems ludicrous.”

  “We have studied your kind for centuries. The reason you are so groggy is because we've been medicating you since you stepped on board for seeding. You will be able to replicate our DNA within your system now. You are fertile. Your body is ready for this, if your mind is.”

  “Alright doc. Get your men over there to repair my engine. My womb is yours.”

  CHAPTER 3

  The doctor rubbed his hands together in a eerie expression of glee. He began to press buttons upon his tablet. Above, the metallic instruments above me began to come to life.

  As they swarmed above, I felt myself swallow. Probes. Really. I never thought, never truly believed that people were being abducted to be probed. I thought, well, I don't know what I thought. I'd never given them credit. I always thought it was one person's vivid imagination and another adding to it, and so on and so forth until a culture began. But I was wrong. There they were, dancing above me like a dozen metal tentacles from some robotic octopus.

  “Don't mind me,” The doctor began. “I'm just setting the cameras up to film our little endeavor.” Again that strange, creepy chuckle escaped his tiny mouth. Above me the probes began to separate, each moving towards a different part of my body. One hovered above each wrist, others at my ankles. A line of them had positioned themselves from my neck down to my slit.

  There was a small twinge then, the same as I'd had when the doctor had caressed my cheek. I was feeling like, I don't know, even though I had to do this I also wanted to? That wasn't right though. I was always dominant in any sexual situation. Everything had to be my way or it wasn't going to happen. Now I was helpless, or close to it. There was this dark part of me that reacted to that. It wasn't something I had expected. I should feel ashamed, after all, letting this alien do whatever he wanted to me, wasn't I betraying my planet, somehow? I should feel disgusted at myself for allowing it. I should hate him for requesting it.

  Instead I just wanted to find out
exactly how strange alien sex could be.

  I knew I had to hide this desire, put on a brave front and pretend I hated it. Else Todd would use this to take over my ship. He'd claim I'd gone native or something. I seriously had to fire that guy.

  One of the probes began to glow with a bright yellow light. Suddenly, it shot from the end of the probe, blasting into my skin. I cried out in pain, jerking away from it. Luckily, my stomach was responding now, though it was still tingling from the recent numbness.

  “Ah, my apologies Captain. The probe was tuned for armor. Let me try again.”

  I glanced down to see a burn upon my stomach, and cursed. The probe began to glow again, a paler yellow. Once more it shot down at me, and I flinched instinctively. This time though, there was no pain. I pried open one eye, glancing down.