Stolen and Seduced

by Christine Pope

"Already done," Havel whispered, clearly pleased with himself.

  "Communication is key. Sit them down and patiently explain that you have abducted them. Tell them that there is no way they're going to return to their home planet. It's important to be open with them from the start. They will get over the shock more quickly that way. Introduce yourselves and make sure to answer any questions they may have about your species. If you have any physical features that may be unfamiliar to your abductee, show them at this point. Be open about your differences and highlight the similarities. Once this step is done, tell them what your plan is, whether that's research, companionship or something else entirely."

  Her third eye blinked open lazily and she used her slender fingers to wipe the sleep from it.

  "If you require help with how to do what I call the talk, you can find several pointer sheets in your files. They'll give you helpful conversation starters. As always, you can contact me with questions. Our next lecture will be all about probing, an essential skill for every capable abductor, even if you don't plan to conduct research on your subject. I'll see you then."

  The screen turned black. That was a quick lecture. Not that I was complaining. Sometimes Professor Katila droned on and on, giving us more information than I could ever process. Not today.

  I looked at our sleeping human. Ours. Havel had removed her clothes to access all her wounds, but he'd immediately covered her with a sheet. We'd barely got a look at her body and seeing her full, round breasts push against the fabric from beneath wasn't enough.

  "Uncover her," I ordered. "I need to see what we abducted."

  "Who," Havel corrected drily but he did as I'd asked.

  She was small, much smaller than a Kardarian female would ever be, and didn't have enough flesh on her bones. Was she supposed to be this way or was she emaciated? We'd have to find out once she woke. Her hips were wide and strong, perfect for birthing our offspring. She only had five fingers and toes each, but I'd read that this was the norm for humans. I curled my six fingers into a fist. Maybe Havel could give her those extra digits to make her look a little more normal.

  "I love her breasts," Matar sighed in contentment. "Look how they'd fit into my hands."

  He got up, but Havel stepped in his way. "No touching until she's awake."

  Matar growled, his tail slapping against the floor. "You don't tell me what to do."

  "But the Captain does." Havel shot me a stern look.

  I wanted to touch her too, but our healer was right, this wasn't the time to explore her body. "Later," I said. "Sit down. It will be more fun when she's awake and can tell us how good it feels."

  "Can't you wake her now?" Matar complained. "She looks healthy to me."

  Havel rolled his eyes but checked his medical instruments. "In theory, I could. But are we all feeling ready to have the talk with her?"

  I nodded. "I'll take the lead. Havel, try to keep your fangs hidden for now. Matar, no sudden tail movements. We don't want to scare her."

  Both of them inclined their heads in agreement, before Havel started adjusting the machines that were keeping our human unconscious.

  "It'll take a few minutes for her to fully wake. Be patient. Let her wake up naturally and take in her surroundings. Maybe we should all move back a little."

  The three of us retreated to the back of the room. I didn't want to be that far away from her, but Havel's advice made sense. We had to go slowly or we'd end up in the same situation as last time when our abductee had run around the ship like crazy, threatened us with our own weapons before jumping onto an escape pod. I shook my head to dispel the memory. The embarrassment of that still hurt.

  The human moaned softly, but her eyes stayed closed.

  "This could take a while," Havel whispered. "I've tried to find out as much about their physiology as possible, but a lot of it is still guesswork."

  I shushed him with a glare. She didn't need to hear us talk about her like a lab experiment when she first woke up.

  We waited in silence, the tension rising with every minute that passed. Finally, her eyelids twitched and she let out another moan. That sound woke something in me, a feral instinct to protect this female. I clenched my fists to prevent me from storming to her side to hug her to my chest. She was mine.

  She opened her eyes but didn't sit up yet. All she could see was the ceiling, which was probably the blandest ceiling in the entire ship. Our vessel was old but we made sure to keep it clean and homely. We spent most of the year on the ship and it therefore had to feel like a place we wanted to spend time in. Matar had decorated most of the walls with colourful, abstract paintings. He growled at anyone who commented on them, but I knew he was secretly proud of his art, even though it didn't fit into the image of the macho, growly, aggressive male he tried to be.

  The med bay, however, hadn't been painted and was boring shades of grey and white. With a white sheet covering most of her body, her dark hair stood out even more. Kardarian females didn’t have manes like that. They had short, wiry tendrils sprouting from their scalp, but nothing as soft and lush as this. I couldn’t wait to have tiny Kardarians with long, soft manes on my arm, looking up at their papa with adoration.

  "Hello?" she asked, her voice hoarse as if she'd screamed a lot. Maybe it was dehydration.

  "Did you give her that oxygen-hydrogen fluid humans like?" I whispered to Havel.

  His eyes widened. "I forgot. I made some but I only gave her standard fluids to rehydrate her, not what they call water."

  I was tempted to rip off his head, but we needed our healer.

  "Get her some right now."

  "Shouldn't we wait-"

  "What the fuck?" the female suddenly exclaimed and we turned back to her. She'd sat up and was staring at us. Time to follow Professor Katila's instructions and start the talk.

  "Hello, female," I began, "you have been abducted and are now on the Jade, my ship. You will not return to Earth. You will become our mate and breeder and you will be happy with us. Do you have any questions?"

  She blinked several times, then rubbed her eyes. Was there something wrong with her? I shot a panicked look at Havel, but he didn't seem too worried.

  I realised I'd forgotten part of my speech and quickly continued. "I am Xil, Captain of this ship. This is Havel, our healer, and Matar, our engineer. We are Kardarians, one of the most powerful species in the galaxy. We are compatible with you, although you may need some practice to accept our cocks because you're so small. We don't know yet if we're compatible for breeding, but we will find out. Oh, and-"

  I ripped open my uniform to expose my mottled chest. "I have large spots and scales. Havel has fangs. Matar has a tail. Besides that, we aren't all that different from you. Except that you're missing fingers."

  "Very well done," Matar whispered. Havel looked pleased with my speech as well.

  The female, however, didn't react as I'd planned. Not at all. She started laughing. She threw her head back and laughed, her entire body shaking from the giggles breaking from her chest.

  "Is she reacting to the drugs you gave her?" I asked Havel.

  "I doubt it. Maybe it's her way of communicating her happiness at the situation?"

  I shrugged. Humans were strange, so this may as well be her showing us how pleased she was with us.

  "Do you have any questions, female?" I asked, hoping she'd take the hint and stop laughing.

  She gasped for breath in between giggles, causing concern to rise in my chest which turned my scales a darker shade of yellow.

  "This is a joke, right?" she asked breathlessly. "Is this my punishment for breaking the scooter? Did Chadra put you up to this?"

  Again, the three of us exchanged a look. Chadra? Punishment?

  "If you'd like to be punished, we'd be happy to comply," Matar said smoothly. "I've heard some aliens expect punishment when they're abducted. I'd be happy to spank you if you wish."

  The female immediately stopped laughing and stared at Matar. "Spank me?"
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br />   He held up a hand. "Slap you on your bum."

  "I know what spanking is. What the hell? Why are you doing this?"

  "It's part of our culture," I explained. "We've wanted to abduct a female for so long and you're just what we were looking for." I didn't tell her that we'd failed many times before. She didn't have to know that. I wanted her to see us as strong, capable males who'd given her the perfect abduction experience.

  "Abduction experience," she echoed. "I think the joke is over now. Can I just get my scooter back and leave?"

  "You cannot leave," I said as gently as I could. "I already told you that. We're in space and on route to Kardar. You will never return to Earth. We are your mates and this ship is your home."

  To my surprise, she snorted. "Yeah, sure. You're great actors, I give you that, although you should work on your script. No aliens would ever talk like that."

  "But we are aliens," Havel interrupted. "Here's proof of what the Captain has been saying."

  The blinds to our right shot up, revealing a large window. Outside, space was endless and beautiful. I'd always loved looking at the stars, wondering which ones I'd visit in my lifetime. I smiled at the sight, then turned to the female to see her reaction.

  Her mouth had fallen open, revealing her very flat teeth. Not a single fang in sight. Havel was the only one of us with pronounced fangs, but even Matar and I had sharp teeth that could rip a piece of flesh off a bone. Yet more proof that humans were incapable of defending themselves.

  "That's...it can't be real," the female muttered. She slipped off the bed and walked to the window with slow, unsteady steps. Havel moved to help her, but I held him back. I wanted to see what she'd do next.

  She lay her hands against the window as if trying to touch the stars outside. I smiled. She was already starting to understand the beauty of our surroundings.

  "This is a simulation," she said, her voice becoming steadier. "I don't know how you're paying for it, but this has gone on long enough. Don't you dare charge me for it. I'm going to have to work years to pay off Chadra's scooter already."

  "I don't know what you're talking about, female, but this isn't a simulation," I assured her. "We can have a true simulation at some point so we can show you our planet, but now isn't the time. What is your name?"

  I knew I should have asked that earlier, but luckily Professor Katila wasn't here to grade us on our performance. We'd simply tell her that everything went smoothly.

  "That's none of your business," the human snapped. "And I'm leaving."

  To her detriment, the three of us were standing right in front of the only door leading out of the med bay. And there was no way we'd let her go. Not after the escape pod drama.

  "Sit down and ask us questions," I told her and pointed at the bed. "You're supposed to ask about your new life and us."

  She raised her eyebrows and I realised they were brown rather than pink. Curious. "I'm supposed to?"

  Matar nodded enthusiastically. "It's what it says in the manual. You're full of questions and we'll do our best to answer them. It will calm you down and prepare you for the next step."

  "What's the next step?" she asked, her voice wavering a little.

  Havel grinned, happy to have reached his favourite subject. "Probing."

  Probing for Beginners

  Havel

  She stared at me as if I was the alien. Something to inspect and examine and then put into a display case. I didn't think she'd fully comprehended that this was real. It wasn't a joke and it didn't have anything to do with her scooter. Not that I understood what all that was about. We'd found her next to a crashed vehicle, but I didn't know why anyone would dress up as aliens as a result of that happening. Humans were strange.

  "Probing?" she asked in a high-pitched voice.

  I nodded, smiling in anticipation of something I'd looked forward to ever since I'd seen the module in the IGU course description.

  "It's an important part of any alien abduction," I explained. "Abductees expect to be probed. If you look at human reports of abductions, most of them report probing, so we wouldn't want to disappoint you."

  "Disappoint me?" she screeched. I didn't know female voices could go that high. It actually hurt my sensitive ears.

  "Exactly. We know you want to be probed and I'll do my best to make it all you've ever imagined."

  Her eyes grew even wider. It had to be a human way to show excitement.

  "What kind of probing would you prefer?" I asked pleasantly. "In our lectures, they've taught us various methods but since it's the first time for both of us, I thought you should choose."

  "What kinds are there?"

  I grinned, satisfied that she was interested. "It all starts with the basic exam. Taking blood, measuring your body weight and size, counting your teeth, cutting off some of your mane for analysis, and so on. I have to admit that I've already completed most of that while I tended to your injuries. It was essential to be able to give you the best treatment possible, but I apologise. We can redo those things if you'd like."

  Her lips parted but she didn't reply, so I continued. "The basic examination is usually followed by the actual probing. I can insert probes into your various orifices to look at your insides. I've read humans quite like anal probing, but as I said, it's your choice. I've prepared several different instruments to make it as pleasant for you as possible. What do you think about anal probing?"

  The female coughed. I frowned, immediately worried that I'd overlooked an injury, but a quick look at my med scanner showed me that her lungs were intact. Maybe it was because we still hadn't given her that magical water humans required.

  I rushed to the fabricator. I'd already programmed the chemical formula for water, so it took only seconds for a glass of liquid to appear in front of me. I offered it to the female and she grabbed it, downing it in one go.

  "That wasn't poison, was it?" she asked as soon as she'd set down the glass. "Although, I guess that would be better than probing."

  "No poisons, but I'm sure I could find some hallucinogens for you," I offered. "Or maybe some sedatives to make the probing even more comfortable."

  "You mentioned lectures," she muttered. "What do you mean?"

  "We're taking a course in alien abduction," Xil explained before I could. "We wanted to make sure that this abduction goes as smoothly as possible for everyone involved."

  He didn't mention our previous failures.

  "This is real? I'm really in an alien spaceship?"

  Finally. I nodded. "Yes, you are. Should we repeat our introductory talk?"

  "No, it's fine." She gulped visibly and I couldn't resist checking the med scanners once again to make sure her throat was alright. Maybe she'd had too much of that oxygen-hydrogen liquid. I'd have to do some more research into how much of it was safe for humans.

  "Now that we've established this is real, could we progress to the probing?" Matar asked impatiently. "I've been looking forward to this too."

  The female shook her head. "No probing."

  "But it's part of the process," Xil argued. "There's no way around it. We may fail our assignment if we don't do it."

  She made a strange noise that was somewhere between a cough and a laugh. "You're getting graded on this?"

  "We are," I confirmed. "But don't worry, we've had excellent grades in the modules leading up to this. We're top of the class."

  "Thank goodness for that."

  Her voice had a strange vibration to it, but I hadn't read about this happening so I didn't know what that might mean. Excitement? Relief? There was so much learning to do. I was starting to think that humans were far more multi-faceted than I'd realised.

  "Probing," Matar reminded us. "Now."

  I walked over to my probing trolley that had all the instruments I'd require. I'd crafted most of them myself after studying human physiology. Most of the tools I'd have used for Kardarians were too big for our dainty little female. She was even smaller than I'd anticipated.
/>   I chose one of the smallest tools and held it up so our female could see how unthreatening it looked. "Shall we start with the anal probing? Please roll around so I have better access. You can hand that sheet to Matar; I think subjects generally prefer being naked during probing."

  She looked down at herself and grabbed the edge of the sheet covering her. "I'm naked," she stated.

  "Yes, you are. I had to undress you when I looked after your injuries. Is that a problem? Did you want to experience the undressing while you're conscious?"

  Trish

  This was one weird dream. I was starting to think that I was still lying by the side of the road, unconscious, having some strange concussion-induced visions. That was the only explanation. Even if I really had been abducted by aliens, I very much doubted that they'd ask my opinions about probing. Aliens didn't do that. They just did what they wanted before dropping you off back on Earth with your memory wiped. Or they sold you as slaves. Or...well, anything except this.

  The blue alien seemed intent on stuffing that metal rod into my arse. I'd always loved anal sex - when I say always, I mean the two times my ex tried that with me before we split up - but this was something else entirely. What would happen if I said no? Would they still continue? They didn't seem intent on harming me, but they'd been brainwashed into thinking that this was part of the abduction process.

  I laughed hysterically, causing them to look at me with confusion. Abduction process. Their words, not mine. Definitely a crazy dream.

  "I'm glad you're happy about this," the blue alien - Havel, I believed - said with a grin. His fangs glistened in the bright light of the room, making a shudder run down my back. Maybe it was a good idea to do what they said. Those fangs looked lethal. I bet they were poisonous.

  All three aliens were massive, hulking males full of hard muscles and tempting abs. They were drop-dead gorgeous, even with their scales, fangs, and tails. One tail. I couldn't help but look at it again. The green alien had rolled up his sleeves, exposing dark markings along his arms. Tattoos or birthmarks? Who knew. His tail was wrapped around his left leg like a snake, but I'd seen him pound the floor with it earlier. I wanted him to turn around so I could see if he had a hole in his (very tight) trousers where the tail sprouted from...his tail bone? Was it part of his bum? Or higher? I didn't dare ask him. He gave me the most dangerous vibes of the three of them. The yellow alien was the captain of the ship, but he had a good-natured smile on his face while he waited for the probing to begin. He'd shown me his mottled, scaled skin earlier. His shirt was still open, exposing pecs that were to die for.